“We are Forerunners. Guardians of all that exists. The roots of the Galaxy have grown deep under our careful tending. Where there is life, the wisdom of our countless generations has saturated the soil. Our strength is a luminous sun, towards which all intelligence blossoms… And the impervious shelter, beneath which it has prospered.”

The party post

Shitlords and gun bunnies, it is time for the final countdown- no, not that one, though the music will follow shortly. In the meantime, let’s get this party STARTED!!! Bring on the GIRLS!!! A post shared by Elena (@elena_g_u_m_i) on Sep 20, 2017 at 12:26am PDT A...

Thoughts on tradthots

A few weeks ago an article by our friend Matt Forney was published over on Return of Kings taking to task a number of women who have “seen the light” and become proud “traditionalists”. The essential point that he made is that the Hard Right...

Here we go again… again

Did you watch Tropic Thunder a few years back? Hilarious movie, right? Remember the fake “trailers” at the beginning of the film? Specifically, this one? You know how it is said that life imitates art? Well, the apocalyptic (and half-arsed)...

What’s the Australian equivalent of Amish?

I know this is old news, but I wanted to get it out of the way before considering more recent, interesting, and frankly funnier topics. A few days ago, a member of the Australian version of what Americans call the Amish, hailing from the distinctly Amish region...

Some advice never gets old

Seeing as it’s Boxing Day here- though it is still Christmas back in the good ol’ US of A- I figure that this might not be a bad time to dish out some old-fashioned dating advice to ladies of my age and younger who are stuck wondering where all the good...

I fail to see the problem

Christmas Eve is supposed to be about spending time with loved ones and preparing to celebrate the birth of the Saviour, and I am all in favour of that. Christmas itself is, after all, my single favourite day of the year. But, being a flawed and imperfect man as I am,...

Popp called it

When our friend Terrence Popp came up with the Coitus Consent Form, it was supposed to be a bit of dark humour poking fun at the campus rape culture hysteria that was (and still is) raging out of control. It was not, at the time at least, supposed to be taken too...

The Supreme Dark Lord’s Guide to Trench Warfare

It has certainly been quite a good few years for His Voxness. As our Supreme Dark Lord (PBUH) noted recently, he has been right in the middle of some of the fiercest battles of our ongoing war to reclaim Western culture. Starting with Sad Puppies, and then Rabid...

Social Justice: Not even once

Excuse me while I laugh my ass off at this wonderful bit of news: Cracked has given the pink slip to most of its main contributors and senior editorial staff after a tumultuous run following its embrace of social justice politics. If you grew up on the Internet, then...

Violence begets violence

And a damned good thing it does, too: Commenter Zarathustra noted in my previous post taking to task the pile of horripilation that we know of as “soccer” (one of several on the subject, actually), that real men prefer to watch bloodsport, if we have to...