In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through him, and without him was not any thing made that was made. In him was life, and the life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.

— John 1:1-5, English Standard Version

Hail, brothers, and welcome to 2020. Peace be upon you and your families, in the name of the LORD our God, the Father of Jesus Christ of Nazareth.

The year has passed, the calendar has turned, and with this new year comes a new set of opportunities and challenges. It is up to us to make of them what we will. The fight for Western civilisation will not wait for us – but it does need us, every single one of us.

Looking back at 2019 through the lens of that fight brings back plenty of memories and milestones, both good and bad.

The year that just passed was definitely one of the worst I’ve ever had – and, given how shitty 2018 was for me, that’s saying something. I know that I am not alone in this sentiment. At least two of my readers lost an immediate family member. I have some idea of what they went through; within a single month, one of my uncles died and another was hospitalised in the ICU.

On top of that, every single attempt that I made to “work within the system”, as it were, in order to get out of the old country and back to civilisation, failed. Completely. The job that I had as a remote worker for a company in Southeast Asia fell through for a number of reasons, which I may go through in more detail in tonight’s podcast.

There were repeated illnesses in the form of some sort of very nasty bacterial respiratory tract infection in late February, followed almost immediately by a severe stomach flu in March – and if you’ve never experienced what that is like, trust me when I say that the fastest way to turn an atheist into a believer is to strike him down with norovirus and then watch as he prays to a deity that he thinks doesn’t exist, to end his life quickly. (That joke is funny only if you aren’t the punchline.) Several coughs and colds followed throughout the year that kept me from being at my best both physically and mentally.

I experienced repeated lower back injuries, the most that I’ve ever had in the space of a single year. Once in January, again in mid-February, then right after that in early March simply from standing up, then again in late August, and finally once more just last week, again just from standing up.

Clearly there is a bulging disc of some kind in my back which requires significant attention and possibly surgery. It’s not fun to contemplate this, on top of all of my other injuries – virtually every single load-bearing joint on my left side has an injury of some kind or another, and believe me when I tell you that this makes life much harder than it needs to be. Nothing short of limb amputation will destroy your ability to make gains and be strong than a lower back injury.

When you are trying to prepare yourself physically, mentally, and spiritually for what God calls upon you to do, and you keep getting jacked up due to illness or injury, that does affect you and it does tend to make you black-pilled a bit.

Yet, in spite of all of these problems, 2019 saw its fair share of achievements too.

The first and most important of these came from bending my knee and accepting Jesus Christ, back in mid-January or so.

For those of you who are still on the fence about this, as I was for several years, you have my most sincere sympathies and support. That last step off the cliff of faith is terrifying – because it means accepting a miracle that defies any and all rational explanation, and it requires accepting that someone whom you never met in real life, never spoke with, never even saw, gave His life for you.

Not for your friend. Not for your parents. Not for your people in a generic sense.

For YOU.

I am not a Catholic. I am not a good Christian. I am most certainly not a good man. But I do try to go to church from time to time, though that is hard to do in a heathen land like this one. And I vividly remember sitting in Our Lady of Victory Catholic Church on Pine Street, Manhattan, on Good Friday, 2018, listening to the pastor tell us about his recent visit to his hometown in Africa. It is a very violent place, because of course Africa, and he came back to visit an old friend of his. But instead of meeting his friend, he met his friend’s brother, who told him, with terrible sadness, that his brother had been killed in a confrontation with armed intruders who broke into their house.

The pastor told the story of how his friend’s brother broke down in tears and wept as he explained that one of the armed intruders pointed a gun at him – and his brother jumped in front of the gun and tried to fend off the intruder. The gun went off at point blank range and killed him.

Despite the fact that his voice was amplified via a microphone and speakers, the pastor went quiet and faltered when he narrated the words of his friend’s brother:

“He died to save me.”

Do you understand now the nature of what Yeshua endured for you as He died, “hanged from a tree”, nailed to the Cross, in the most shameful and disgraceful form of death imaginable to his people at the time?

Do you understand now the enormity of His sacrifice?

Do you understand now why it is so difficult to accept that this really happened?

Take it from someone who has been there and experienced the same doubt and fear that you have: this is a terrifying realisation. But accepting Christ’s offer and getting yourself right with God works wonders upon you, and people are going to start noticing these changes pretty quickly.

It is something of a cliche to claim that those who take His hand, are “reborn” because of it, baptised with the Word and the blood of Christ and therefore cleansed of sin. But acceptance of Christ’s offer does change you, and those changes begin manifesting almost immediately.

People who have severe addictions to all manner of degenerate things find themselves able to turn away and quit, cold turkey. Alcoholics who would drink a six-pack of beer for breakfast simply stop and never touch another drink again. Smokers who puff at least a pack a day simply quit. Fappers addicted to the most vile and disgusting forms of porn find themselves utterly unable to tolerate even the thought of looking at such filth ever again.

Such is the power of Jesus Christ and His Father. Even the mere mention of His name sends the worst of daemons fleeing in abject terror.

None of this automatically makes you a good person, because it can’t. There are plenty of Christians who are just absolute train-wrecks of human beings, just awful sinners in every way.

But, for every ten of those, there is always one who tries extremely hard to get right with God. He fails, all the time, but he accepts his failures and tries to improve anyway. And in the process he becomes a remarkably wonderful human being.

Only you can start off this process, by willingly giving up that which is rotten and wrong and dedicating yourself instead to that which is good, beautiful, and true.

Another very positive side effect of accepting Christ is that it almost immediately changes your view of the world.

Being a Christian is in many ways a sort of bipolar experience. On the one hand, we have the most black-pilled vision of the world imaginable. We believe that it is controlled by an immortal, prideful, psychopathic liar and serial killer, who revels in our pain and suffering as we freely choose to follow his corrupt and corrupting ways. And we believe that most people simply will not choose to save themselves even when given every possible chance to do so.

On the other hand… we also have great hope and joy in our hearts, because we know we’ve already won. That is why Christians are optimistic and forward-looking, and want to put down roots and create beautiful things. That is why Christian nationalists actually look forward to the fights and battles that lie ahead, and actually want to get married, have children, and raise families – even when everyone else around us is telling us that this world is too dark, twisted, evil, and expensive to be a good one for children.

You can see the impact that this change in worldview has had on my own writing. Go back 7 years to the beginning of this blog, and you will see that from 2013 to 2015, my views were pretty black-pilled on a lot of things. While I was in favour of becoming swole, getting rich, and banging chicks – to put things a bit crudely – I was not keen on getting married and didn’t think that Western civilisation was worth fighting for.

Look at this blog now. Look at its focus. Look at its writing throughout 2019, even during some of the absolute worst moments that we experienced as Christian nationalists and Western civilisationists, and that I experienced personally.

This blog is no longer about black-pilling and despair, if it ever was.

This blog is about delivering hope.

Longtime reader and friend of the blog Eduardo the Magnificent, who suffered a really bad loss last year, put it very well in a comment to a post that I wrote about fighting despair:

We will all be judged the same, and I have my work to do just as you have yours. God’s plan isn’t “be alpha or bust”. It’s available to all. If only we will remind each other and hold each other up, and do His will, nothing is hopeless. The mountain will move for you. That’s why we’re here.

Couldn’t put it better myself – literally, since the very same reader once quipped that I have the gift of saying in seven pages what he could say in a couple of paragraphs.

He is right. That is why this blog is here. We each have our own Cross to bear, but we also have the ability to help each other bear that burden, and this blog is here to help you to bear yours.

And, whether you know it or not, you have helped me bear mine.

Speaking of the blog, it is my tradition every year to tell you how it managed to fare over the course of the previous year.

I finished 2018 with about 1,342,200 pageviews. I finished 2019 with just about 1,764,600. That is an increase of 31.47%, just about right bang on the nose of the YoY change for 2017-2018 of 31.54%. In terms of raw pageviews, the increase is certainly the greatest that I’ve ever seen.

But the real metrics that I care about are all related to reader engagement. There is no question that the rate of commenting and subscribing to this blog has vastly increased compared to previous years, which is really great to see. More posts get more comments here than ever before as this blog enters its EIGHTH (!!!!!!!) year of operation.

As always, my sincere thanks to each and every one of you who stops by, reads my work, shares it via social media or email, and comments on it. You guys keep me honest. You keep me on my toes. If my arguments are not accurate or factually supportable, you tear them to shreds.

Some of you contribute stuff for me to use and bring my attention to interesting topics. Particular thanks goes to The Male Brain, who has contributed immensely to the Great Mondaydact Browser Crashes that seem to be such big hits with you guys.

I don’t write for anyone other than myself. I write as and when I have the time – which, of late, has been far more than I’ve had for most of my life. But it is very gratifying to see that so many people get pleasure and happiness from what I do and what I write.

This helps sustain and energise me, and that is very much to the good. Remember, we each have our own Cross to carry, and we each need to help our brothers out.

I will wrap this up by exhorting you to stay upbeat and optimistic and keep your hopes up.

Times are tough, and they are getting tougher every day. The destruction of many of what were once great Western nations is imminent, and right at the top of that list are the USA and the UK. They will be destroyed and they will reconstitute into new and different nations situated on the old geographic territories. There will be war, suffering, and death on a truly horrific scale. Many of us will live to see this happen in our own lifetimes.

This is not the calm before the storm. Things are not exactly calm right now – they are batshit crazy, and getting crazier every single day.

The storm is upon us. Here. Now. Today.

Yet the future is bright and hopeful.

Most people would look upon my words here and consider them flatly insane. It should not be possible to hold two completely contradictory statements like that to be true simultaneously.

But the facts are what they are. In the very same geographical regions where the governments are spiraling out of control, specific nations are now forming within them, and within those nations, the people are reaffirming their identities, rediscovering their faiths, getting married and committing to loving relationships between men and women – the only kind that works – and having children.

Do not despair, my brother. Stand firm. Have hope that this too will pass, and that we will live to see our nations renewed.

If you are starting 2020 looking to improve yourself, in whatever way, then don’t just sit there and think about it – do it. Don’t let anyone tell you that it’s not worth it. If you want advice or help in doing it, ask in the comments below, or send me an email and ask for my help. Longtime readers will readily attest that when I am asked for help, I give it.

If you are looking for tips and advice about how to get strong, how and where to travel, how to make minor but significant tweaks to your life, just ask – but whatever you do, don’t just sit around and think about it, do it.

If you are wavering on the brink of bending the knee and proclaiming Jesus Christ of Nazareth as Lord – do not be afraid, you are already one of His flock. You just don’t know it yet. Accept that which is good, beautiful, and true into your heart, and you will experience the immediate rewards that come as the fruits of the Holy Spirit.

If you have been in a relationship with a girl for six months or more, and you love her and can tolerate her flaws and can see yourself having children with her – buy a ring (there is no shame in getting it at a pawn shop), get a prenup, book a small quiet simple church, and marry her.

If you are thinking of having children with your woman – stop thinking, and do it. Have at least one child more than you thought you would. Yes, it will be expensive and difficult and painful.

Why? Because, as our beloved and dreaded Supreme Dark Lord (PBUH) has repeatedly stated, marriage is the manifestation of love, and children are the manifestation of hope.

As I have written in the past, a lot of men get into this side of teh innarwebz via a self-improvement kick, looking to get better with women and have more sex. But the best kind of sex is not the kind with relatively easy drunken conquests. It is the kind where you join body and soul with a woman who you love, and who loves you. And the most wonderful experience that you can have with such a woman is to conceive a child with her, watch her carry it to full term, and hold that child in your arms.

The hope that we have in the future and all the promise that it holds is what drives us forward, gives us purpose, and guides us in times of fear and doubt. We were given the light of hope two thousand years ago. It shone in the darkness then, and despite all of the evil and suffering and misery that has been visited upon a broken and Fallen world since, the darkness has not overcome it.

The darkness WILL NEVER overcome it, for all we need, all we ever needed, to fight it, was twelve weak and frightened men who witnessed something impossible.

And all you will ever need is yourself and, one day, your woman, because it is with her that you will create another life, to carry forth the best of you into the world as a vessel of your hope and love.