This is simply the best monologue describing current white identity politics there is. I don’t know much about Greg Johnson, but he is quietly brilliant.
“Jungle Music, whatever,” was Greg’s best line.
Okay, it was his best line, if he was the villain in the next Black Dynamite movie.
I love his discussion of Pierce—what a pure intellectual Greg Johnson is. His brain should be preserved for future generations as well as his mild personality. Only an animal or a devil could hate Greg.
He’s precious on the Neo-Nazi question. He reminds me of no one more than my friend Travolta, down to his diction. His science-fiction discussion on Dune and democracy, shrunken time horizons, Libertarianism and Aristotle’s Politics and Plato’s Gorgias is stellar. Solon is not an ancient figure you will hear referenced often. But to the ancients, Solon was the measure of political temperance.
Okay, this French chic—I know, we’ve been getting to this—she better be as cute as that waitress in Cody, or I’d, eh, well, she’s French, I might make an exception… But, Greg has got his eye on another ball, and he closes the right-left labor loop and wins this chic over. Creating culture as a negation of materialism was an afterthought, and, in response to the French journalist’s worship of Greg’s out-sized mind, and was excellent.
The interviewer went through all of her questions, re-asked half of them, and still wanted to talk to him. This woman is smitten! Young white nationalists, pay attention. This is how you bag a breeder for posterity. You can’t propagate white people alone!
Under the God of Things
