Thursday, July 14, 2016

The Ethnostate: A Dispatch from the Sun's Source



Kisenosato: 
The Great Japanese Hope

(Kisenosato is the name of an ethnic Japanese sumo player who the sporting world here is hoping will be the first Japanese to reach the highest rank of sumo wrestlers, "Yokozuna," in 18 years. Yes, there hasn't been a Japanese sumo wrestler who has achieved the highest rank in the sport since 1998. Currently, sumo is dominated by Mongolians)

Last week, I had a long conversation with a couple of Japanese acquaintances that actually culminated with the following "warning" from me: "Don't change your (Japanese) immigration policies, and don't let jews into your country." The strange thing is, they did not accuse me of being a racist, anti-semite, or hater. Nor did they express an immediate need to retreat to a safe space.

The opportunity to freely have such a conversation, inconsequential though it may have been, is yet one more instance of my white privilege in a monoracial country, or ethnostate. My acquaintances are welcoming to foreigners, and I've found most Japanese to at least be tolerant to visitors. But they, and others I've talked to here, instinctively understand the importance of maintaining a strong racial majority in your ethnostate. Loose immigration policies, of the kind that the U.S. has had since the (((1965 Immigration Act))), for instance, would ruin Japan's splendid culture, and this is a matter of common sense.

According to Wikipedia, there are only about 2,000 jews in Japan, or 1.6 tribe members for every 100,000 people. If true, then compared to the U.S., that is an enviable ratio. On the other hand, 2000 of the wrong jews could do a lot of damage. If they start to agitate about Japan's need to become more "multicultural," then it's time to talk deportation...

The amount of non-ethnically Japanese living in Japan is hard to know, because the government does not collect census information in a way that would reveal it. Most of the residents (citizen or not) who are non-Japanese are ethnically Chinese or Korean. Estimates of the proportion of ethnic Japanese in Japan go as high as 98.5 %. As someone with quite a bit of experience here, I can confidently say that, outside of some parts of Tokyo and a few other big cities, very nearly everyone you see here will be Japanese, or at least "Oriental."  What this means is that the amount of foreigners from entirely different cultures is vanishingly small.

When I was a lad, I remember the stereotypes of Japanese people as being buck-toothed, glasses wearing, obsequious, and smiling. The smiles meant that they were hiding something, perhaps a planned treachery. ("Remember Pearl Harbor!") Many years later, when I lived here, I found one of the stereotypes to be true. Japanese smile and laugh very easily, and I observed this from elementary school children all the way up to adults. The phenomenon was striking. "Now why would that be?" I wondered.

Because my life here enabled me to form many good relationships with Japanese, the answer became obvious: It's because they're happy. And although this was two decades years before I began to become racially aware, I noticed the general sense of well-being, of fitting in that characterized the people I knew and those whom I didn't know but could observe. They were more cheerful and self-assured than those in my own country. I attributed this to a sense of predictability to social interactions that comes from knowing that the others around you have been raised in pretty much the same way that you have.

Perhaps they developed such predictable rituals, routines, and behavioral expectations to compensate for the capricious tendencies of Fate towards this island nation in the form of typhoons, tsunamis, earthquakes, and foreign invasions. Perhaps these tendencies intensified during the 260-years long Tokugawa era, when social classes, behaviors and observance of hierarchies were strictly codified, with harsh penalties for violating these norms.

Or perhaps it reflects a people who still remain connected to nature and its gods, and to the predictable rhythms of the seasons.

This is not to say that it's an easygoing life here. Quite the contrary: life for a typical Japanese can be grinding, tedious, and extremely limited in terms of personal autonomy, from the perspective of someone who has been raised in a more individualistic setting. But the flip side is that Japan remains a true "high trust society."

And no, this doesn't mean every single person is positive, hard-working and orderly. There are assholes, petty power trippers, and those who are morally or psychologically impaired here. Their politics are famously corrupt, and the organized crime families are well-entrenched and mixed into the politics.

Regardless, it's hard to argue against the assertion that this society "works," i.e., is successful. Not necessaily according to standards against which outsiders may judge it, comparing it to norms or ideals that may or not be relevant to the Japanese themselves. But on its own terms, and in its ability to maintain its cultural integrity. In my opinion, this integrity, expressed by the maintaining of traditions that recall and honor the ancestors and their accomplishments, and by a social solidarity in the present, is the major benefit of the "ethnostate."

Footnote: Kisenosato lost his match today. But so did Hakuho, the current top-ranked wrestler, who is Mongolian. Results here.




Thursday, July 7, 2016

My Real White Privilege -- A Dispatch from the Sun's Source





(Names for Japan)

There are some non-white nations where one may still enjoy a status boost simply by being of European descent, and in particular an American of European descent. Japan is one such country. I admit to having been a beneficiary of this unearned white privilege over the last 25 years.

"White privilege" in the nations with (shrinking) white majorities is a fiction, and it's a weapon used by the (((parasitic ruling class))) to bludgeon whites into submission and surrender. Over the last several decades, as the cultural marxism virus has made its long, reproducing march through the American institutions -- education, entertainment, news media, pop culture, government bureaucracies -- these institutions have gradually been redirected toward raising everyone except whites, deserving or not, and thereby lowering whites in the process. But in recent years they have come out into the open to expldicitly target whites for criticism, blame, ridicule, dispossession, and ultimately for elimination as a sociopolitical force and racial identity.

For longtime racially conscious whites, this knowledge is old hat. For those of us who only recently became racially aware (other than to be vaguely guilty about being white), the awakening has been relatively sudden and rude. But at the same time, a lot of things that formerly didn't make any sense now fit together. You have to understand that race is not a "social construct;" that it is, as they say "real, and it matters." And you have to understand (((the plan))) to make white peoples, and white peoples only, forget that.

To allegedly carry unearned "privilege" by virtue of your race, in a nation founded by people of your race or ethnic group, is a non sequitur. Every nation has those sorts of people, usually as their majority, so why make a thing of it? I gladly admit to holding  Italian American privilege, for lack of a better phrase,because my grandparents/great-grandparents immigrated to a great nation that had long ago been established and built by northern Europeans. I'm grateful to those pioneers, and to my own forebears "yearning to breathe free," and wear that privilege proudly.

In the early 1990s, I lived in Japan, for the purposes of teaching English, doing karate, traveling about, and drinking more than I ought to have. A few years after moving back home to Pennsylvania, I married into Japan. I made my choices almost two decades ago, and don't regret any of it. I have close family and friends here, have always been treated very well by the Japanese, and feel comfortable staying and moving about here. This is partially something I have earned, and partially a function of my white privilege.

I know that I will never be part of a "white homeland," and I'm OK with that. Still, I think that it must happen, and will support establishment of such an enclave (or better yet, more than one) in any way I can think of. I also know that America will not be that enclave, although Trumpism is certainly opening up the possibilities for something to be salvaged within the lower 48.

Japan is still holding out as an ethnostate; it's population is probably more Japanese than China's population is Han Chinese (the latter being about 91 or 92%, according to Wikipedia). I have come to understand this as the underlying strength of Japan's social order, which thus far has mainained its cohesion in a world being whipped by violent winds of dissolution. I plan to write about this in my next dispatch from the sun's origin.


Wednesday, April 20, 2016

A Happy April 20th !



One thing that puzzled me for a long time about the Hitler phenomenon was, if he was so evil, why did the crowds greeting him always seem so ecstatic? Or why did the civilians around him, in smaller groups, always seem so happy and at ease? Of course, the fairy-tale version has this demonic madman seducing an entire nation of authoritarian zombies. But, I outgrew fairy tales a long time ago.

About a year ago, I watched the nearly six-hour documentary "Adolf Hitler: The Greatest Story Never Told." Words fail me when trying to describe the powerful affect that this had on me. I found a graphic that may help:



OK, it wasn't quite like that. But there is a profound sense of sadness that one feels as the documentary marches somberly to its end, and as it documents National Socialist Germany's end. For me, it was for two reasons: one, that this amazing restoration of a people to pride and great achievement, this grand example, was so completely and viciously brought to an end.

The other is more personal There is a lot of footage of cheering, laughing crowds of Germans or Austrians (or Ukrainians) greeting Hitler or Wehrmacht soldiers. The German people, up until nearly the end, felt a national pride and sense of purpose that comes out in the film footage. I have never experienced anything like that, and almost certainly never will.

On the positive side, there is the catharsis from releasing long-held false beliefs. That counts for a lot.

I urge anyone reading this, no I beg you, if you haven't seen the movie, go watch it. You can purchase a DVD or simply watch it by visiting the link above.

It's a sunny 66 F in my SE Pennsylvanian little town right now. Happy April 20th !!

Monday, March 31, 2014

Apocalypse Pt. 1: The Sounds of Sebelius



apocalypse (n.) Look up apocalypse at Dictionary.com
late 14c., "revelation, disclosure," from Church Latin apocalypsis "revelation," from Greek apokalyptein "uncover, disclose, reveal," from apo- "from" (see apo-) + kalyptein "to cover, conceal" ... from The Online Etymology Dictionary

See, this is what I love about the Apocalypse. Everyone and everything gets to reveal herself, himself, or itself -- whether they want to or not. It's finally the time of full disclosure.




In some ways, it's a great time to be here in this realm, in flesh and blood, and waking up. And it's also very, very precarious -- no matter which direction we turn, a "tipping point" confronts us.  Both aspects are covered in this terrific song:


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Imagine Dragons – "Radioactive" lyrics


I'm waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust
I'm breathing in the chemicals
I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive!
Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive!

I raise my flags, don my clothes
It's a revolution, I suppose
We're painted red to fit right in
Whoa
I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive!
Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive!

All systems go, sun hasn't died
Deep in my bones, straight from inside

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive!
Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive!

Look Up, Everybody



The reality of stratospheric aerosol spraying first became evident to me above the Whole Foods in Plymouth Meeting, on an (otherwise) clear and sunny afternoon last October. I've been watching the sky carefully ever since, and have occasionally photographed what I've seen.

I won't comment on the nature, source, or purposes of these jet trails.There are lots of websites dedicated to this phenomenon, and I can't say that any one of them is the "best."

Here's a good place to start, if you are someone who is inclined to believe your own eyes and trust your intuition: http://www.aboutthesky.com/basic-facts .

By the way, "(otherwise) clear and sunny" is a persistent theme here with these "persistent contrails," as they are officially known. They seem specially designed to mar the sunniest mornings or afternoons.

Below is the first photo I took, above the Acme in Lansdale on December 8th, using my daughter's iPod. Although it's difficult to see because of the low quality of the image, there is a normal contrail appearing with all of the so-called "persistent contrails." Begin from the center of the image, then move your gaze to the right towards the thick trail going from the upper left to lower right. Very close to the left of that one, you can see, in a gap of blue sky, an ordinary (very short) contrail almost parallel to the thick trail. That is something I've often seen: a jet leaving an ordinary contrail at the same time that others are leaving the aerosol trails.


This one, taken on the morning of December 16, shows the aerosols in different stages of being sprayed or spreading:


Another view from the same day and time, in a different part of the sky, showing a different stage of dispersal. This shows how a clear sky can eventually be converted into a hazy one:


February 20, morning. That's a pretty tight turn for a commercial or private jet in ordinary flight. Nothing to see here; just go about your business, citizen:


Same morning, looking towards the rising sun. Well, well, what have we here? Just ordinary jets on ordinary flight paths:


Same time, looking in a different direction. Is this starting to look like some kind of assault?



Criss-crossing, again on February 20. The left-hooking trail is the same one as the earlier photo:

 

Looking down Columbia Ave., still February 20. I expected to hear "Ride of the Valkyries" booming from the sky. (Ref. "Apocalypse Now."):


The morning of March 25. The new normal:



March 25, above the pyramid atop Borough Hall. You just can't make this stuff up:






Thanks for viewing/reading. Leave you with the Coppola clip below. Think of it as allegory. The assault consists of jet trails, GMOs, fluoridated water, vaccinations, "gun control," "climate change," HFCS, SSRIs, fracking, and a myriad of other weapons. You and I are the Vietnamese peasants.