Writing a Novel (Futurist/Dystopian/White Genocide)

Here's the first chapter of what I think would be a pretty interesting read. It follows three or four characters (three are set) in a dytopian corporation-controlled multicult urbworld (Earth in its endtimes). One is a 'normie' white gamer who doesn't want to rally for white power in the Underground where the last of the extreme white minority attempt to stay together and build a nation for themselves while keeping their DNA alive. The second is a 100% Finnish woman, daughter of a man who works for the only White corporation that still exists, Power Grid, which controls a large amount of geothermal power and spreads its every penny to the remaining white population. The third is a 'Skinhead' who sublimates his every atom into recovering his culture, traditions, but pays the price of facing danger, violence and death everyday for being a proud white.

This is the first chapter and it's a rough draft. Enjoy! :)

In Our Future

                I often stop to look at the bright screens positioned for my consumption at every street corner. They are attractive and I don't mind being ripped away from the fantasy world I am aware I have created for myself. These days, to mix things up, they broadcast talk shows. On them, they showcase individuals who talk about their feelings, their kinks, their interests. Today, I believe it's a re-run, but we see so many that I don't know if it might be original. A transman is pregnant, has asked a stranger on the street to ejaculate in a cup, she brought it up to her apartment, and inserted it into her womb. She said she wanted to become pregnant even though she felt like she was a man. The news reporter is weeping and they show clips of an emotional audience of women, all together wiping their eyes and cheering for the brave, empowering gesture this genderbent creature has accomplished. The transman will give birth and be the child's father, and will likely have a sex change and have a dildoesque phallus installed where her female genitals should be.

     I'm disgusted. I usually am. It's a change from being in my bubble of happiness, of faraway pyramids and pearly white sand dunes. It brings me back to the streets, where I realize others have stopped to watch. Many weep, others share a slight curl of the nose, and I notice them and they notice me. Those who feel their emotions are crippled, embracing one another although they know nothing of each other. My eyes catch with the eyes of the other disgusted person; it's a woman, which is rare. I cannot interact with her in public as this, especially that we are of the same skin colour. I do wish to see her again, and I become excited to bring her to my apartment so we can take Etherall together and play holographic sea exploration games. She's has absolutely stunning blue eyes and I start to wonder if she's not already taken. I touch her hand as I sidle by her and watch subtly for a response. She looks to the right, which means she will follow me from afar. I turn to the street again, easily returning to a world that I accept completely as my reality.

 The sky isn't a sickening orange and grey, it's purple and blue, and there are live trees, palm trees around me, not just rusting, metallic, poles. I walk up the street and the horizon shows me a sparkling ocean, with rippling white waves and small wind-surfers, enjoying the still tolerable sun. The sun of the past world. There is a jolly tune playing in the back of my mind, classic rock from the 1960's, no... it's Retrowave mixed with a bit of Japanese city pop. The people around me are happy, smiling, the girls wearing short skirts and t-shirts, the guys are ripped and pleasantly tan. In my mind, everyone is white or East Asian...  

  I turn into a grocery where on the door is written 'Whites Only'. It's one of the worst there is, but the next best place I can go is another two kilometers walk, or is in the black market. I didn't get along much with the underground Whites; they still thought they could overthrow the powers that destroyed our countries; I didn't see life the same way they did. I didn't consider myself nihilistic either, but resilient. I knew the codes in order to interact with people I was allowed to interact with, and I tried with all of my might to be good. I buy a few cans of food: beans, spaghetti-O's, corn, peas

  I am slapped on the shoulder and I turn and see a vicious-looking Skin, his body adorned with faded blue tattoos with Nordic pagan symbols. He's probably in his late thirties. How he managed to live this long tells me he's not to be trifled with.

"Good day, friend. There's going to be a meeting tonight at the Old Gate Pub, in the basement. Tell others. All are invited. We paid to have the section of the city. Thank Power Grid."

I nod at him. "Good day, friend." He pays an extraordinary amount for a 6-pack of beer and leaves the store with a wink. I've been to rallies, they're all right, but I can't stand the ego trips, the genocidal racism, and the ridiculous idea that things might be different in the future. There have been times where I had desired to act alongside them, to be a proud white person in this society, but I was more careful. I didn't want to be knifed, jailed, or sued. It depended on who would you would mess with.   

So I quietly make my way back to my apartment, passing some drug addicts in the street of unknown ethnicity, and a group of women wearing burkas chaperoned by a man whose gaze I avoided. I hop up the stairs and as soon as I am inside, I lock the doors. I get out some rice and nutrient paste and mix it together with a bit of salt that I have left. My front door is knocked on. I quickly check my eyehole and open up. The girl from earlier walks in wearing her niqab and when she rips it off I finally observe her for who she is.

"Hey," she tells me, smiling. She had good teeth, and smells like perfume. I can't stop staring at her and she rolls her eyes and takes my hands. She places them on each side of her hips and tells me:

"I want to wait at least a few hours before we fuck, all right?"

"What...?" I pose, flabbergasted.

"I'm... I'm not a slut or anything... I only sleep with white guys and I'm clean."

"Wait... you... you have condoms?"

"Yeah. Good ones. My father works for Power Grid."

I was gaping. "Why the fuck are you here with me?"

"You're handsome. I don't know, you're normal I guess. I live in a pretty white sector but everyone's... you know..."

"Yeah... what do you mean by 'pretty white sector'?"

"Well, it's around 40% white, 20% Chinese and the rest are mixed. Not too bad a sector."

"Any pure bloods?"

She smiled at me and I shook my head and spun, holding my breath and then exhaling completely as I exclaimed: "Unbelievable! What... what... can I know...?"

"Promise not to tell anyone. It's really important... else I'll be..."

"Of course... I won't."

"One-hundred percent Finnish," she whispered, hiding her smile behind her hands.

I felt like I had found a pot of gold. Perhaps the Underground was right to hope, to be optimistic about the world making room for us again. There was a small colony of isolationist Japanese but they barely had the necessities to keep the planes away from bombing them to sterility. Then there was the Last Colonies, which were able to keep away from the Satellites because of their environments. The one in Canada, which consisted of the last of the Canadian Natives and whites, were in the mountains. The East Pacific islanders left had harboured some of us during the Race War, but they would be tempted to raise their IQ by breeding with us and in a sense I didn't blame them.

"You have to breed..."

"You don't even know my name and you're asking me to breed."

"Not with me. I'm a Euromutt. But you know the Underground--"

"--yes, I know the Underground is desperately looking for my phenotype, but I... I just don't want to be a womb for a white supremacist project."

"Huh. I would have thought women eligible would be killing for a place in their project."

"My father doesn't understand me either. But I just want to be normal."

"Normal? You just walked in here wearing a fucking niqab!"

"Do you want me to get raped?"

"Never..." I answered, my stomach churning with the thought. "Please don't..."

"Yea, feel like a fucking failure don't you... Gosh... I'm sorry. We're so full of programming even if we try not to be. I'm sorry. Please, I want to..." She had tears leaking from beautiful blue eyes. She had the loveliest of blonde hair that waved down to her shoulders. "...just play video games, eat flavoured nutrient paste and then have some nice sex..."

"I have some good music and an Underwater Simulator."

She wipes her eyes. "That sounds amazing." But soon she's weeping, hiding her face behind her hands. I embrace her and kiss her pink cheeks. 

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."  

"Allison. My name is Allison."

"Carl."

The Alt-Right Isn't Just Trump Supporters

It is a disturbing thing that recently I was told that my blog seemed to be written by a Jew because I said moderate things like 'perhaps have Muslims in Canada controlled by secular separation laws could help weed out Marxist zeitgeist and that's not 100% terrible' and 'mixed people can still fit in and they're not the norm so we shouldn't persecute them'. I spend a lot of time in the circlejerk of Twitter's extreme radical Alt-Right, which is a pleasure and a curse. Compared to the intellectual neoreactionaries, Twitter is full of deep south KKK and ultra-racist who are ready to spew out 'hang all the niggers' at the first opportunity. Those people make me feel ashamed to be Alt-Right because I know that racism is a pillar to our foundation and so is stigmatization, but I actually truly hate to see it in action. This is mainly because I am a woman and I have stronger empathy than men concerning 'others' outside my religion, race and sex. Hence why I think some of the best MRA's are women (Karen Straughn for example). But I digress, I return to post a few posts after a long hiatus of intense wifery, mothering and listening to vaporwave while cooking up pumpkin treats for my hardworking husband.

Recently, I've been feeling alienated from the way the MSM calls anything 'Alt-Right' part of 'Trump Supporters'. Personally, I do 'support' Trump on some of his policies, but not as much for others. I am against his environmental policies, because I am an environmentalist, and I think he's seriously in bed with some powerful Jews. It make me believe that the MSM wants to make the public think that the Alt-Right is a small, puny group of less than a million people. Honestly, the KKK at its peak went up to 2 million (in the 30's). Will we surpass this number with our new white nationalist/supremacist movement? I don't know, but with the internet, movements can take on new flairs and shapes more appealing to many, creating flavours and cults for numerous types of whites that are tired of being demographically replaced in their own countries. Personally, I like the Nazi flavour. I am a Hitler supporter first and the MSM does not want the public to understand this, to know this kind of flavour of white nationalism. I think we all have been brought together by Pepe (or Kek) in a time where there was a need to spread a sense of identity and community that was solely needed. For me, a Canadian, I have no cultural identity, no national identity, and I live amongst people like Muslims who do, only they are in my land. Our governments have been spoiling out history and sense of determination for years and now we are 'post-national' which is taking a step toward one of the first globalist nations. Yeah, the crime rate is still pretty low, and people say it's because Canada is tolerant, but this moment is a calm before a storm. More will come and the anti-racist, white-hate zeitgeist will take its full form and the Aryan race in Canada will suffer the might of Islam, and low IQ of the sons of Ham. It might take another 20-30 years, but white will be a minority in Canada and Canada will fall if we do not take serious action within the next 10-15 years. I think the movement is happening, and I think more and more people are understanding the failure of democracy, the need for a leader who loves the land and the people who made Canada the wonderful country it was before we stopped replacing ourselves.

To a certain extent, yes, I blame women's liberation. Third-wave feminism is the epitome of disgusting, degenerate and abhorrent to any woman who has dignity and integrity. Women's empowerment is not leading our societies toward utopias, it's making our societies fall. It's already too late and much like the fall of Adam and Eve, it was Adam who gave into the fruit of Eve's whiles who is responsible. Western men should have never bent to the will of the women, but should have asserted their position as dignified, beautiful and something men cannot fully do. Now, in a feminist world, the women like me who are red pilled, have to deal having to exclude normies as friends because they so nonchalantly say: 'If I'd be pregnant now, I'd get an abortion'. *Sigh*

With Canada socially divided so much that there is absolutely no social cohesion (and this will grow), I have to flock to the nearest and biggest moral group there is and that to me, is my church. I do to an Anglican fundamentalist church where almost 80% of people are creationists. Christians in the Alt-Right are their own flavour, often Catholic, which isn't real Christianity, but has its own beauty, white merits and authoritarian positions (which is why I think people like it). I doubt a Catholic theocracy would ever happen and I think it would probably be a terrible thing, except I think we are seriously going to need a Crusade 2.0. 

And while many of these sub-groups of nationalistic Canadians, or Christians, or white people who are tired of having to self-hate to receive the love of other fellow ethnomasochists. Love God, not the world! Love God, not man! Love God, not the self! I think there is a growing amount of Canadian paleo-cons or Alt-Right emerging, disgusted by Social Democracy, feminism, Islam and other absolutely degenerate filth. The far-right is here and we're ready for anything. We don't care about Trump, we care about the white race, we care about our own politics, we care about giving a national identity to our children, to have social cohesion.

Morality Concerning Unborn Children

"Their simple, narrow-minded rejection of all attempts to better working conditions, to introduce safety devices on machines, to prohibit child labor and protect the woman, at least in the months when she was bearing the future national comrade under her heart, contributed to drive the masses into the net of Social Democracy which gratefully snatched at every case of such a disgraceful attitude." --The Fuhrer "Mein Kampf" 

A 'woman's right to choose' concerns her body and the fetus that grows in her body, or embryo. Whatever term you use to call it, it remains an unborn child, a human being in early stages of development. The dehumanization of embryos in the womb is (to me) absolutely disgusting. Women who speak of Planned Parenthood, of abortion, of terminating the life of a human being and who reduce it to 'packages of cells' 'non-sentient' even 'non-viable' echo a concept not only of social engineering (I know Hitler was for abortion as well, but in a self aware concept of social engineering) but also of moral superiority. A life that is fully-formed and viable should be allowed to have rights and to be born, but before then, it's not life, it's not a person, and can be terminated for the sake of a 'choice'. 

I've spoken about abortion, and I've thought about it a lot and in the end, my Alt-Right side does win out but remains Christianized as well. Abortion is murder every single time. But, it is also immoral to bring a sub-human into the world. Down's Syndrome babies should be aborted for numerous reasons that are obvious, but they should not be dehumanized. They are sacrificed on the altar of greatness, of human and societal progress and cohesive strength. This sacrifice is what makes abortion a good thing for those who seek greatness in a society, who want to advance technology and perhaps colonize Mars, who want to abolish barbaric foes from the East from existence and perpetuate a legacy of pale hominids to lead an ethnonationalist race into a morally, spiritually and artistically superior utopia. 

They try to make everything sound easy and detached. Abortions themselves happen with analgesics and they even drug the woman to the point where she doesn't remember it happening. Imagine if she was awake the entire time and conscious? Imagine if they described everything that happened when they were doing it and that they would show her the cut-up fetus? I don't think many women would want abortions after that. It's part of this whole 'no shame' game. Women shouldn't be shamed for being pregnant, after all, it's their choice whether they want to be mothers or not. This idea of a woman's choice is giving a moral authority to women, all of women over the life of another human being. This kind of power is totally out of their reach.  

I finish writing this post with the #WomensMarch in mind that has happened a few days ago. It is so ironic that these mostly liberal women were out marching for pro-choice, when in reality, they are committing the murder of baby girls, of potential women, often ruthlessly. I know abortions are sometimes necessary, but the disgusting 'reasoning' liberals have in order to say that women shouldn't feel guilty about killing a potential human being are often hypocritical and shows ableist favouritism. 

They go as such:

1. The embryo/fetus is not 'human' or 'conscious' yet, therefore we can end its 'not really life' because the life of a full-blown woman is more important. 

In this, the dehumanization and objectification of the fetus is normalized, unlike how feminists desire to be treated by men. So why are feminists using this sort of justification on unborn children? Because they hate children and see children as burdens, much like Buddha did. 

2.   Body autonomy! It's my body, no one can force me to have this child! 

(Except that it takes a professional and some money to cut out the unborn child from your uterus in the most unnatural way ever.)

3. It's actually selfish to put an unwanted child into the world. 

'Unwanted' pregnancies, unwanted children, unwanted before they have the chance to be born, to be seen by their ungrateful mothers. There is something very disturbed about women who do not desire to be pregnant but go ahead and have unprotected sex. 

"If you're smart enough to put on a condom, you're smart enough not to." --Richard Spencer 

Are there legitimate reasons to have an abortion? Yes. This is why abortion needs to be legal and performed in certain cases. I do not advocate for abortions at all, like I said, I think it is gross, immoral and spiritually/emotionally/psychologically damaging. All of these, however, can be argued to be poor reasons, I guess you could say my NRx/Alt-Right side has a desire for slight Eugenics despite everything.

1. The baby is very unhealthy or has a serious condition, like Down's Syndrome. 
2. The baby is killing the mother. (Eclampsia)
3. It is a rape child. (Although stats say rape children are 100% loved, and many women who have had their rape children feel better about the rape, for love and tenderness came from it)
4. The baby will be mixed-race. (For reasons of preserving social cohesion, if you live in a 97% white place, your child might be out of place, and that's unfortunate for them.)  
  
 Having a child is beautiful, highly rewarding and gives you motivation to be the best that you can be. It is part of human nature and part of being an adult. It gives you responsibility to your spouse and to others than yourself, focusing your energy outward instead of inward. Abortions are unnatural, they divide people, they force immorality on those who perform and receive them. Please reconsider your abortion, because that embryo within you is your child, and they are beautiful!