It is snowing on the East Coast, in case our Left Coast readers were wondering why Whitey is a day early. I have recently had some correspondence with Americans of European descent, who are concerned—deeply so it seems—with the prospect of their kind being bred out of existence by rival races.

Briefly, my take on breeding can be encapsulated in one Sentence: Have sex with a fertile white person. It worked okay for me. I adopted a boy that another white man abandoned and knocked his mother up. Now there are two LaFond grandchildren through the first son. I paid my daughter in law $1,000 for the boy and $500 for the girl, and have pledged the same for my youngest son’s wife.

The decline in the expansion of the people on this planet who can trace their ancestry back to Europe [there are no less of us white folks then there were yesterday] is well understood by demographers, and it goes well beyond our heroic attempt at racial suicide between 1914 and 1945. It is no surprise. Successful races stop having children as soon as they no longer need children to take care of them in old age. Peoples who do not have a retirement cushion, if left to their own devices, will breed like rats to make sure there are enough sons and daughters to see them comfortably to death’s door. There are many more factors, but that is the big one.

This went for ancient conquerors as well. Imagine, if you will, the Warlord of Riceville who has just squashed a bunch of mud farmers. Why does he want to have ten sons when that will mean a 10-way civil war that will rip his inheritance apart? He will have fewer sons, and even kill some of the less worthy ones to make sure they do not challenge his chosen successor. Meanwhile, the Warlord of Wastes camping above the Piss-poor-fishing River, will be humping a harem of abducted babes in an effort to breed a conquering horde—and 20 years down the line we have a situation…

Europeans descend from such invasion minded folk. The smartest people that left Africa [a lightly colored race] went to China and took it from the Neanderthals there, retaining some of the women for breeding. The meanest tribe to come out of Africa—another tanned race—invaded Europe and the Middle East, wiping out the Neanderthals, except for some females who were impregnated. These two pools of humans have taken turns kicking the shit out of each other and the rest of the humans on the plant ever since.

The theory when I was a kid in Urban History class in 1978 was that people bred in harsher climates outperform those bred in climates that do not require the ingenuity to make clothes for instance. The fact that Neanderthals, who were the most harshly adapted humans to ever live, were wiped out everywhere by people out of Africa tells us that the people with the cunning and drive to get through the Sahara before camels [one scholar writing in The African Experience, described this as ‘the Sahara pump’] were also up to dealing with glaciated mountains and big-ass wolves too. China and Europe were not the birth places of the two forever dueling ‘master races’ but more like a transformative habitat. Interestingly enough the two periphery island nations of the Mongoloid and Caucasoid races, Japan and Britain, turned out to be among the most voracious representatives of their respective major races, conquering territory and controlling waterways ridiculously out of proportion to their homelands.

This is a cyclic process, with conquerors tending to get soft, lazy, and ‘assimilated’ by the races they conquer and enslave. The Chinese had gotten terribly soft by 200 years ago and fell victim to the British opium imports that were forced through war. For 100 years the greatest nation in the world slept in a drug induced haze as barbarians took a bite here and there. The occasional opium wars and revolts, ending with the last Boxer Rebellion, killed tens of millions.

100 years ago, Europeans and people of European descent ruled every scrap of the planet other than Japan and Haiti. 100 years later they are as soft and decadent and degenerate as the Chinese once were, paying out huge sums for massive drug imports; unable to even cut their own grass, tend their own gardens, or build their own houses. Robert E. Howard in Xuthal of the Dusk and other stories such as The Devil in Iron, wrote of this process. Michael Moorcock did an excellent job painting a word picture of a decadent civilization of conniving amoral drug addicts in his Elric Saga.

The pendulum has swung.

The pendulum will swing again.

Some white identity groups prefer the term Arуan over white or Caucasian. Personally, having never met a white person—I suspect they are a myth like those other people that are supposed to be as dark as a car tire—I am suspicious of the term but use it out of convention. Caucasian is an origins term. I’m fine with it. The most accurate term is Indo-European as this includes the Arуan peoples that invaded India and the others that took the Middle East, North Africa, and Europe, speaking related languages with an origin in the region of the Caucasus Mountains, most likely the northern watersheds and Black Sea Basin.

Arуan means ‘noble’ so it has its appeal. I, however, would suggest the reader consider what noble means. Noble means conqueror when a people are young and on the rise, and just established.

One should pause and consider that the peoples that have been referred to as Arуans in legitimate historical and linguistic texts would not appear to the modern American to be a ‘white’ person, but some kind of Middle Easterner. The Afghan Taliban, for instance, are all Indo-Europeans, with their ethnic group being one of the leading candidates for descent from the ancient Arуans—probably the final wave.

The cultural perception problem with people of European descent around the world is that they have fallen into the degenerate definition of decaying nobility: a wealthy, well-mannered, educated old fellow smoking a pipe on his country estate—a cultural fossil in his own time. And what is his heir like?

Why his heir is not even a decent person, but a degenerate who lives a life of hedonistic bliss. The entire modern American institution of the rock star, the country music star, the rap star, the pop star, the TV star, are all expressions of this urge to decay; every active ‘star’ being a picture of the noble heir partying until he drops; every retired star a picture of the J.R.R. Tolkien like old Brit lazing away the nadir of his kind on a well manicured estate. Think of one of our society’s most common knee jerk reactions: that feeling of sadness that comes upon celebrity watchers [most of us] when a movie star dies penniless, or when a pop star dies of a drug overdose.

Since the gods of our material world are degenerates and dolts, does it not follow that we too should adopt this urge to complaisant sterility?

The Hellenes did. At the height of the Hellenistic age, when the armies of Alexander’s third generation successors still battled titan-like with professional armies, the very cities and towns of the nation that once provided the unbeatable armies of the prototypical conquering hero became ghost towns; empty precincts where a few slaves swept dust from the thresholds of mansions occupied by an aged aristocrat or two.

The pendulum always swings.

In their own time, over much of the same ground, as the Empire of Rome ceased to expand [This would be 500 years after the Hellenistic rot took hold.] the Caesars—who no longer bled enemy nations but bled their own—hired barbarian mercenaries to defend their realm as their sons and daughters drank enough wine and took enough hot baths to render themselves sterile; devoting themselves to the most debauched lifestyles of the ancient world.

The following are brief profiles of 5 friends who are compulsive racists. These men are all unable to speak about black Americans, or race in general, without becoming visibly and audibly upset. I therefore define them as compulsive racists.

I might add that I have met very few blacks who are not compulsive racists. Most blacks are emotionally invested in the question of race to the point that talking with them about it will garner a response just about as rational and emotion free as you would get from your wife while discussing the three crack whores who you had an orgy with last night, and how cool it was of her to let you pay for it all with her mother’s bank card.

What further defines these five men is that they are fairly obsessed [in varying ways] with whites losing their numerical advantage over blacks. I will go from youngest to oldest.

Caley is 22, highly intelligent, sensitive, and poorly educated. He hates blacks and the “nigerization” of American culture to the point that he has just decided to live a sheltered life and not strive for any form of success, as he envisions whatever he might make of his time on earth being washed away by the rampant black-caused social decay. Caley says “nigger” in a very matter of fact way, pronouncing it precisely as it is spelled, but with a bitter undertone on the last syllable.

Caley has no children, and has no plans to have children.

David is 40, a highly intelligent and compassionate man with a good education. He regards blacks as the chief threat to white society, and is convinced that whites will be bred out of existence if they do not establish a racial homeland. David has been more successful than most people his age and is deeply frustrated that white women in Baltimore are either “complete feminist bitches” or “Fatties being fattened up for black guys”. David tries not to use racial slurs, but when it comes to blacks he is unable to control himself at times. He will usually settle for calling them “savages.” But if we pursue a conversation on race more than a few minutes he will end up saying “goddamned niցցers” with a reluctant vehemence followed by a sigh that seems equal parts anger and remorse.

David has no children and is hoping he can start a family with “a good white woman.”

Chev is 47, of average intelligence and a poor education. Chev is a loud, opinionated, violent racist. He calls blacks “those people”, ‘monkeys”, “baboons”, “apes”, “spear chuckers”, “porch monkeys”, and ‘spooks”, who he is convinced have destroyed American culture and are becoming so numerous that they already outnumber whites. Chev, however, is not worried about blacks winning some kind of race war, which he dearly hopes for, as he foresees “those weak-bodied people” [he is Polish and built like block], “tucking their monkey tails between their legs and begging for more welfare.”

Chev’s favorite word is “nigger’, said with a hard stress on the double-g, and a venous descending accent on the last syllable. His favorite saying is—and he has said this to me in front of blacks—“I might be an asshole, and I might be a lot of things, but one thing I can always say, is ‘I’m not a ni-gg-er’. This monkey here [points to bus patron five paces away] can make a million bucks selling dope tonight. But when he wakes up in the morning he’s still a ni-gg-er!”

Big Chev has no children, does not “want any little brats” and has little patience for women in general.

Richie is a 52 year old man of average intelligence with poor education, having, like Big Chev, never used a computer and never read a book. One of his favorite commentaries on being in business is to raise his hands, shrug his shoulders, and quip, “What the fuck Mo, there’re niցցers everywhere! Whaddaya gonna do? I jus’ go with the flow—led ‘em breed like rats en overrun the place. I’ll make money off a the goddamned roaches.”

Richie sees blacks as easy grist for his particular business, which I am not at liberty to divulge. He is worried about a future with “too many of them” and is concerned about making his way in such a world in his old age. But for now Richie is content to profit off of those he hates.

Richie has no children, has never been married, and when asked if he would ever get married blurted, “I’m not that goddamned stupid!”

Alvin is a highly intelligent and highly educated man of 63. Although he has some black friends he regards any growth in black population as possibly catastrophic to civilization. He occasionally refers to blacks as “niggers” without any particular venom, reserving the term to describe stupid and criminal types. Alvin treats educated blacks as equals. He behaves toward uneducated or unintelligent—but respectful—blacks with a paternalistic kindness.

Alvin tracks black population growth worldwide and is of the opinion that civilization will be saved from blacks by malaria, AIDS, targeted abortion, and black-on-black crime. A few years ago he offered a toast to “negative population growth in Africa.”

Alvin was a big football fan, but has become so disenchanted with the tolerance of black ghetto mannerisms, hyperbolic theatrics, and the number of criminals on NFL teams that he no longer watches games.

Alvin has never been married and has no children.

None of the men above describe themselves as white nationalists, separatists, supremacists or activists. I find spending time with all of them to be pleasant. They are all extremely hard working and loyal people who live according to a strict moral code. Except for Chev none are violent, and even he would rather not be bothered with imposing his will on other people.

Understanding that a good number of people who do identify with white causes read this post I thought I should offer a profile of the people I know who are ‘sitting on the political fence’ if you will, hoping to establish a typology for people who have a compulsive dislike for blacks. The common threads are three:

1. A sensual appreciation of the word “nigger”

2. Have lived and worked extensively in majority black environments

3. Lack of children

This might just be a trend among the local Baltimore guys I know. I find it fascinating that the men who I know who are most concerned with how many black people there are relative to whites are not parents; have done nothing to add demographic weight to their side of what they see as a negatively weighted racial endgame.

Next week I hope to do a profile of Crazy Mark, a storied street survivor who does not have a demographic care in the world.

I would also like to thank our avid reader Maureen Martin, whose comments inspired this article.