The Dysgenic Effects of the Progressive Welfare and Population Importation Program

The United States Federal Government more or less encourages the importation (sorry, 'immigration') of the lowest-common denominator of human social, intellectual and cultural achievement. They bring these people into the United States, force towns and cities to accept their presence. These indigents, who in reality pay next to no taxes (they are net-tax gainers), then have their living space, food, healthcare and reproduction subsidized by the hard-working middle-class tax payer. This middle-class tax paying bracket, overwhelmingly west-european white and east-asian, then has less money, food, healthcare and resources for reproduction. The effect: the dysgenic decivilizing of the population of the United States.
This new 'Universal Health Care' scheme is just another massive Federal program from which the responsible people of this country will have practically no gains but which the hoards of rejects from the Third-World will wallow in; making doctors appointments for every sniffle and sneeze. The result: more dysgenics.

If one wanted to plot the destruction of the white and asian races, and the destruction of the civilizations they have built, there would be no better place to start than this policy of importation-and-subsidization of the lowest-common denominator of foreign peoples.

Carlton Putnam's Race and Reason Day Speech

Carlton Putnam's Race and Reason Day Speech
Carlton Putnam gives an excellent speech on race, culture and politics.

White Nationalist and Satanist

White Nationalist Tom Metzger and Satanist Boyd Rice have an interesting talk.

TakiMag: Bitch, Please

From TakiMag: Bitch, Please

I have come to see why the value of a woman is her femininity.  The ability to serve, please, and preside, without castrating the gents, is close to divine.
For instance: ‘Tis the week before Christmas, and a light snow is falling in London. This is my favorite season. I am about to head home to Switzerland, like I do every year.  A magical spell with family, friends, and festivities awaits.
My mother and I love to dress our Christmas tree, give presents, and eat delicious food. My father and brother don’t care much for Christmas, which is always a disappointment for my mother and me. They drink too much and scowl a lot. Furthermore, they are hopeless where gift-giving is concerned. (Though they can be generous when cajoled.) We do our best not to let them crush our Christmas cheer.

I am well acquainted with patriarchal conventions like grumpiness. Where I come from, there are many subtle practices that separate the boys from the girls. Roles are well defined. Equality is not much in our vocabulary.
Subtle things clue me into the fact that men and women are different. In my family, for example, men have endearing nicknames like Goofy or Rascal. Women are usually addressed as bitch, rather than by a first name, or some other more traditional designation.  Last week on a note left to me by my father, he wrote: Thanks for nothing—bitch. We ain’t no cooks—bitch. We had to eat out!
As one might assume, bitches are required to cook, clean, drive, and exhibit all the most favorable feminine qualities. Additionally, we are expected to be skilled in typically masculine tasks, like drinking, shooting, thinking, and fucking. Though we are supposed  to conceal these talents, unless by request, or if it serves to highlight the men favorably.
This is all good. First-rate even. These are not complaints. Having, yet concealing certain skills, is an asset, not a detriment. Only novices make a show of their knowledge and know-how. I suffer from terrible guilt on New Year’s Eve every year when I see my kid brother standing meekly to the side while I put on a spectacular fireworks display in our garden. 
Doing women’s work doesn’t need to be demeaning. I learned as much this past week when I found myself for the first time, a woman alone in a house with nothing but men.  Big, tough, men.