#Arkhaven INFOGALACTIC #Castalia House
Once a butthurt gamma, always a butthurt gamma. They can never resist the chance to take a shot at the individual who gave them terminal badfeels.
The rise of the Alt-Right and the decreasing utility of shame is a serious shock to the cucks and virtue-signalers as well as to the SJWs. Don’t fear their disapproval, but to the contrary, court it.
We’re pleased to announce that The Ames Archives Book 2, Rocky Mountain Retribution, is now available in audiobook. Narrated by Bob Allen, it is 8 hours and 40 minutes long. Book 1, Brings the Lightning, is 7 hours and 56 minutes:
Walt woke from an exhausted stupor to find Isom shaking him relentlessly. “Lewis and Sandy are headin’ back, boss. They must have seen them coming.”
He shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs from his brain as he sat up. “Thanks.”
They splashed water on their faces, then made sure the spare horses were still securely picketed. When Lewis and Sandy arrived, they formed a line inside the trees on the west side of the creek, their guns ready in their hands. Walt favored his Winchester rifle and Isom his shotgun, while the other two relied on revolvers.
“What did you see?” Walt asked.
Lewis handed him his spyglass. “Thanks for lettin’ us use that, boss. There’s four of them, drivin’ our seven hosses an’ a pack horse.”
“Four? Not five?”
“We only saw four, boss.”
“I hope the other one hasn’t turned off somewhere. You sure those horses are ours?”
“No doubt about it. I recognized at least four of ’em through that spyglass. I’ve ridden most of ’em before. Will’s hoss is still carryin’ his saddle.”
“That’s good enough for me.”
They tensed as the riders and horses appeared at the top of the gentle rise, heading down to the ford. Walt said softly, “Wait until they’re all in the water. Lewis, you and I will be on this side of the road. Isom, you and Sandy cross to the other side and cover them from there. Let me do the talking. If any of them show fight or try to run, shoot them down. Remember, they killed Will, so they don’t deserve any mercy.”
“Got it.” “Sure, boss.” “Yes, suh.” The replies came in ragged unison.
“All right. Let me make the first move.”
They waited, the tension ratcheting higher as the group drew nearer. Walt patted the shoulder of his horse as it moved restlessly under him. It wasn’t scout-trained, and he didn’t want it neighing or making any other noise that might warn the men.
He watched as the four riders drove the eight horses into the water, one of them on either side of the small herd and the other two behind it. He waited until they were in the middle of the stream, their mounts splashing and stumbling over the rocky bottom, all their riders’ attention fixed on controlling them and the horses they were driving, then said sharply, “Now!”
The four thieves jerked upright in alarm as they burst out of the trees, weapons leveled. “Nobody move!” Walt barked. “If you try anything, we’ll kill you. Get your hands up! Higher, damn you!”
“What the hell is this?” growled one of the strangers as he slowly, sullenly complied.
“You know darn well what this is. You stole those horses last night.”
“Huh?” The man strove to sound convincingly nonplussed. “We didn’t steal them—we bought ’em from a freight outfit outside Colorado City.”
“Suuuure you did. I daresay you’ve got a bill of sale for them, all nice an’ legal?”
“Well… not with me, I ain’t, but I got one back in Colorado City.”
“Like hell you have! That freight outfit is mine, and you stole those horses. You killed one of my men when you took ’em, too. Sandy, Lewis, fetch our horses out of the river, then, Lewis, you hold them clear of the ford. They’re leg-weary, so I doubt they’ll run off. Sandy, soon as they’re out of the way, get back here. Isom and I will cover these bastards.”
“Yo!” “Yes, sir!”
The two teamsters led the horses away from the ford, then Sandy hurried back. “What now, boss?”
“Cover them.” Walt raised his voice. “You four, ride slowly—real slowly—out of the water and line up here in front of me. Remember, you’re under our guns, and at this distance we can’t miss. Any tricks, and you’re gonna die real fast.”
He waited until they’d obeyed, then said, “All right, get your hands high again an’ keep them there. You lower your hands for any reason and we’ll shoot. Sandy, ride around behind them, keepin’ out of the line of fire. Take their handguns from their holsters and their long guns from their saddle boots. Put them on their pack horse for now.”
“Got it.”
It didn’t take him long to disarm them. He returned from the final trip to the pack horse asking, “What next, boss?”
Walt raised his voice. “One at a time, get off your horses, then hold your hands high again. Move real slow and easy.” He pointed with his rifle barrel. “You first. Move!”
The first thief dismounted very slowly and carefully, then raised his hands once more. Walt said, “Sandy, lead his horse clear of him. Take it to join the others with Lewis.”
“Yo!” The teamster gave the standard cavalry response as he moved forward.
The next two thieves dismounted just as carefully, and stood waiting as their horses were led away. The last man, still mounted, was growing more and more agitated. As Sandy led the third horse clear, he demanded, “What are you gonna do with us? Why take our hosses? You expectin’ us to walk wherever we’re goin’?”
Walt shook his head. “I’m going to tie your hands before I do anything else. It’ll be easier to do that with you on foot.”
“Like hell! You’re gonna kill us!” The man’s voice rose in a shrill, desperate cry as he whipped the hat off his head with his left hand and thrust his right into its crown. Instantly there came a deep, deafening boom as Isom fired one barrel of his shotgun. The man rocked back in his saddle as a hole appeared in the center of his shirt, which instantly turned a deep blood-red. He gurgled in agony, slumped forward, and toppled to the ground. As he did so, a small gun fell from his right hand. His horse jumped forward, startled.
The action was over almost before it started. The other three thieves stood rigid, their faces turning even paler than before, their hands still in the air. Walt and Isom covered them while Sandy rode after the horse, led it to Lewis, and handed him its reins.
Jon del Arroz lays them out at The Federalist:
Where Can Users Get Unbiased Reference Information?
Infogalactic launched as an alternative to Wikipedia during the height of the toxic political climate of 2016. Wikipedia moderators at the time began deleting information that could paint conservatives positively, and replaced those articles with information from editorials with notorious left-wing biases. Vox Day, founder of Infogalactic, said these problems stemmed back to Wikipedia’s beginning.
When asked what he thought triggered the company’s censorship, Vox said, “anything ideologically or politically controversial. The 538 thought police, or ‘active admins’ as they are called, are hard core SJWs deeply committed to policing the Wikipedia content. For example, three of them squat on the page about me and will respond within minutes to remove anything they deem excessively positive.”
I found similar results across the Wikipedia pages of prominent right-wing voices. So what does Infogalactic do differently? “We are designing a very different system that allows the user, rather than the admin, to determine which version of the page he sees,” Vox said. “Our perspective filters will render the power of the admin entirely irrelevant with regards to content; we are utilizing a horizontal model rather than a vertical one. So, there is no reason whatsoever to engage in edit wars. It’s not applicable.”
The perspective filter is where Infogalactic shines as an innovative concept, allowing a user to determine what content he or she would like to see. The user can choose the liberal view on a topic, a conservative one, or even a variety of other factors. This gives users more agency about the information they receive. Infogalactic will have three different filters each with ten different sub-settings to allow robust user customization.
This provides much more freedom regarding the information that can be posted on a topic, and for readers, who can choose how to see the world, including how their opposition views their topics of interest. The end result, Vox says, “is more neutral, more objective, and more accurate.” All of Wikipedia’s current database has been uploaded to Infogalactic, and its hardworking volunteers have added what Vox approximates to be 1 percent of new content to its information databases.
The Brave browser has a built-in setting to allow users to switch default searches to Infogalactic, and will automatically search Infogalactic if a user types :i into the URL bar with his search. Other browsers have extensions that automatically switch Wikipedia searches to the Infogalactic page.
If you’re not using Infogalactic – and Infogalactic News – yet, you really should be. We’re now in Phase Two of five, so we’re nowhere near full functionality yet, but we’re already pretty much caught up with Wikipedia on a daily basis, as this page should suffice to demonstrate.
Jon also has a new book out from Superversive Press. I have to say, I like the cover.
They can’t handle the academic competition now. Everyone’s a valedictorian!
At many American high schools, the graduation-day tradition of crowning a valedictorian is becoming a thing of the past.
The ranking of students from No. 1 on down, based on grade-point averages, has been fading steadily for about the past decade. In its place are honors that recognize everyone who scores at a certain threshold — using Latin honors, for example. This year, one school in Tennessee had 48 valedictorians.
About half of schools no longer report class rank, according to the National Association of Secondary School Principals. Administrators worry about the college prospects of students separated by large differences in class rank despite small differences in their GPAs, and view rankings as obsolete in an era of high expectations for every student, association spokesman Bob Farrace said. There are also concerns about intense, potentially unhealthy competition and students letting worries about rank drive their course selections.
Among those weighing a change is Lancaster High School in suburban Buffalo, where students are leading an exploration of replacing valedictorian-salutatorian recognitions with the college-style Latin honors of summa cum laude, magna cum laude and cum laude.
The principal, Cesar Marchioli, said he’s neutral on the issue, though he feels for the 11th-ranked student who falls just short of the recognition awarded to the top 10 seniors honored at the annual banquet.
Graduating Lancaster senior Connor Carrow, 17, has pressed for the switch to Latin honors since his sophomore year, well before landing just out of the top 10, at No. 14, while serving as student union president and playing varsity lacrosse and hockey. He said it’s a better fit with the school’s collaborative and cooperative ideals.
“You’re striving for that (honor) personally, but you’re not hoping that you’re better than these other 400 people next to you,” Carrow said.
And really, isn’t the concept of grades intrinsically anti-egalitarian, if not downright racist? Students should attend school for the experience, they shouldn’t be expected to actually learn anything.
BHB wonders why SJWs are always fixated on comparative popularity:
What is with these SJWs and obsession with blog rankings? First Scalzi and now Glyer. The next argument is going to be “the quality of the people who visit my blog are better than yours. The guy at the chinease click farm always calls me sir when I talk to him. No one ever calls me that! I bet your fans never call you sir!”
It’s all a consequence of their need to defend their current Narrative and is an aspect of their discredit-and-disqualify tactic. Comparative site traffic was a weapon that John Scalzi’s fans used to use to try to dismiss the significance of VP back in the 2012-2013 timeframe. They would claim that my criticism was nothing more than envy; “envy” is their standard response they utilize in order to avoid responding substantively to criticism. You see, it doesn’t matter what you say so long as envy causes you to say it.
Of course, once my traffic increased and it came out that Scalzi was exaggerating his traffic by a factor of 5+, they had to switch tactics while maintaining the Narrative. Since their rhetoric is all based on argumentum ad populum, they always need to find a metric, however convoluted, to claim that the numbers are on their side. That is why Donald Trump’s election (and, to a lesser extent, Bernie’s defeat in the Democratic primary) sent them into such disarray; because it is no longer possible for them to pretend that their positions are, in fact, more popular.
I never cared about my site traffic until 2013, when I understood how important it is to the SJWs. Now, of course, I wield it as an effective weapon against them. It absolutely sickens and demoralizes them to know how much bigger the traffic is here than at their own little blogs, or even worse, at the sites of their Narrative directors and role models.
One SJW once posted that the mere fact that I had more than 2,000 Twitter followers made him want to kill himself. I can only imagine how he feels now that I’m closing in on 20,000 on Gab and 30,000 on Twitter.
The Southern Baptist Convention decided not to go full cuck, and instead passed a watered-down version of their attack on nationalism, limiting it to a condemnation of “racism” and “alt-right white supremacy”. Of course, the virtue-signalers are too ignorant and too dishonest to even address the Alt-Right directly, but contented themselves with the usual anti-racist posturing.
Joe Carter, who knows better because he specifically references me, tries to limit the Alt-Right to “white identity“, which is obviously false because the Alt-Right harbors significant appeal to every race and nation that wishes to survive the onslaught of multiculturalism and globalism.
What is the alt-right?
The alt-right—short for “alternative right”—is an umbrella term for a host of disparate nationalist and populist groups associated with the white identity cause/movement. The term brings together white supremacists (e.g., neo-Nazis), religious racialists (e.g., Kinists), neo-pagans (e.g., Heathenry), internet trolls (e.g., 4chan’s /pol/), and others enamored with white identity and racialism.
Given that he openly refers to me as “an alt-right leader”, it’s a little strange to claim that a Red Indian who argues that there is no such thing as a “white nation” should lead a “movement” that is “white identity”. Granted, the term “associated” provides broad leeway in a dialectical regard, but the rhetorical thrust is clear: “the alt-right is bad white racists”.
And, of course, they can’t even understand why we harbor such disdain for them, even as they spew falsehoods about us:
Why does the alt-right hate conservative Christians?
As many conservative Christians on social media can attest, the alt-right seems to have a particular disdain for gospel-centered Christianity. (For examples see here, here, here, and here.) Some on the alt-right (such as Vox Day) claim that Christianity is a “foundational pillar” of the movement. But what they mean by Christianity is often a heretical form (Day rejects the Trinity) a racialized version of the faith (e.g., the Kinist movement), or “religion as culture” (Spencer says he is both an atheist and a “culture Christian.”). The true religion of the alt-right is white identitarianism, which is why the SBC accurately considers it an “anti-gospel” movement.
We don’t hate conservative Christians, we simply reject them as potential allies because they are useless failures inclined to do more harm than good to the nations. Their Christianity is cucked, and therefore dying; it won’t be long before they embrace female pastors and honoring loving relationships between consenting adults of any of the 57 genders. Their conservatism hasn’t even conserved the tradition of using the toilet. And their globalism makes them anti-American, anti-Western, and therefore our enemy.
We’re not choosing America, the West, and the white race over Jesus Christ, we’re choosing them over the churchians and their dubious claim to speak for Jesus Christ.
The Southern Baptist Convention and conservative Christians are making the same fundamental error that the progressives do: they believe that Jesus Christ’s kingdom is of this world and must be established by them. But at least the progressives are sufficiently self-aware to recognize that they are anti-American and anti-white. It’s going to be hilarious to see the SBC cucks tripping over themselves to denounce their own anti-semitism once they realize that their anti-white, anti-American denunciation applies equally well to Zionism and the Jewish self-concept of being a Chosen People.
The SBC is about to learn what Hillary Clinton did last year. The Alt-Right is inevitable and the Alt-Right is true. And I’m glad to be able to say that I am no longer associated in any way with the Southern Baptist Convention.
Damien Michael has written a more substantive rebuttal here:
This is why it’s impossible to follow Christ and be a white nationalist: How can we claim to be sons and daughters of Jesus while separating ourselves from our brothers and sisters?
Because, again, God did so at the Tower of Babel. Additionally, the New Testament assumes the existence of different tribes and nations. Furthermore, all of Christianity for the past two thousand years thought it perfectly sensible to separate themselves into different ethnic, cultural, and racial groups, and the Christians of yesteryear were no less Christian than we are. Perhaps we should learn from their example, instead of thinking ourselves to be superior. Finally, this above point also fails analogically. After all, when I go to my house after Church, I separate myself from my fellow Christians, and yet I am no less Christian for it. By the same token, ethnic groups can have their own figurative homes in their own countries, and yet be unified in the greater idea of Christendom. And there is nothing anti-Christian about such an idea.
Again, I will point out that Alexa is a stupid and unreliable metric that doesn’t even measure traffic. But because I’m one of the few bloggers who is transparent about my traffic – 103,968 Google pageviews here yesterday – we’re forced to resort to it for the purposes of comparison.
Mike Glyer was under the impression that File 770 had a better Alexa ranking than Larry Correia’s Monster Hunter Nation.
Let’s look at the current US rankings for a few SF sites.
Some of you may remember when I mentioned Syncopation from the Japanese version of Metal Resistance, which rapidly became one of my favorite Babymetal songs. You still can’t hear the proper recorded version on YouTube, but it has rapidly become a favorite of skilled YouTube musicians. Here are a pair of good ones for guitar and bass.
Even if you’re not kitsune, you can’t help but develop a keen appreciation for just how good the Kamis are when you see these awesome young guys playing cover versions. It’s startling to see how much better they are than the guitarists who were playing professionally in bar bands 20 years ago. Particularly if you’ve got someone in the house learning how to play No Rain, No Rainbow….
Mike Cernovich made sure to archive them before Facebook flushed them down the memory hole.
Facebook deleted his page. Here is what they are covering up.
A Marine relates his experience with a good boy who, no doubt, is going to go to college:
As a former US Marine, I am painfully aware of the security risks of Baltimore, and go out of my way to reduce my need to resort to force for survival. At approximately 10 PM, I sat in the driver’s seat with the engine running and texted a few friends while I let the engine warm up (diesel car, cold night). I was parked in the corner of a restaurant parking lot that is surrounded by fence on all sides save for the entrance– trapped. Suddenly, to my left, a loud banging against my driver window caused me to drop my phone, and I looked up in horror at some young dindu punk with a cheap Hi-Point brand 9mm pistol leveled right at my chest ordering me to get out of my car. I raised my left hand in a stop motion to show him I meant no harm as my right hand inconspicuously but instinctively went for my right hip where, if I were in Virginia or my native New York, my hand would have grasped the hilt of my Glock model 27 .40 caliber soul liberator. The realization of its absence is when the blood truly drained from my face, and the icy cold reality of having to get out of my car and into the jaws of the beast to negotiate for my life set in. Had I been able to drive off, I would have done so, and run this dindu down in the process by a fast reverse with the wheel hard to the right.
The instant I lowered the window to tell him to take the car, he started pulling on the glass (thanks for the fingerprints, asshole) and managed to force my window down to reach inside to pull the door handle. He grabbed me by the shirt, and pulled me out of the car but my seatbelt slowed my progress. He kept screaming, almost in a frightened manner, to “get out of the fucking car.” His pistol-whips came raining down on my head and somehow I was able to get out of the car when I tried to just run, but was on my knee with the door open and my right leg still in the car. He kept screaming for the keys, when I yelled, “they’re in the car, they’re in the car!” On about the fourth or fifth smash to my head and face with his crude instrument of an impoverished savage, I saw a starry flash and knew this cocksucker was going to kill me if he was able to get control of my car. I unclipped my Benchmade 4.5″ Stryker knife when I felt him lean over me to look into the car and plunged the glinting tip of my shiv directly into his abdomen somewhere near his spleen. I pulled the knife out to go for a second thrust when I barely got the edge of his blue hooded sweatshirt as he was in Jessie Owens mode running for the street nearby to make his escape back to the shadows.
It just goes to show that we are ceding Western Civilization without so much as a whimper, because the instant I became a hard target capable of presenting danger to him and taking his life, he ran like a spearchucking skinny after the last gazelle on the grassy plain.
My grandfather was carjacked in Alexandria, Virginia, by a 28-year-old vibrant armed with a .38, at the age of 73. Also being a Marine, he also fought back, disarmed the vibrant, and broke his hand repeatedly punching the younger gentleman in the face.
Neither segregation nor free association are wrong. Racism is not a sin; you will not find it denounced anywhere in the Bible. And the virtue-signaling churches that teach racism is a sin are teaching the false gospel of Judeo Christ, not the genuine gospel of Jesus Christ of Nazareth.
It is strange, is it not, that the most grievous of sins appears to have escaped the notice of all the various Christian churches, from Orthodox to Protestant, for over one thousand nine hundred years. And does anyone really believe that modern society is today more Christian, more perfected in the faith, than were previous societies?