The popular punk-rock band NoFX (all of the attitude and speed of punk with none of relevance and thought) comes through with some socially acceptable white guilt appeasement.
The comment section alone on this video is an epic source of mindless anti-racist drivel juxtaposed with genocidally-themed epithets demonstrating the inherent thoughtlessness in white anti-racists. I implore you all to take a look.
This comment essentially sums up the naive, liberal teen centered in suburbia’s thoughts on the video, even when thrown in the midst of people who hate and want to destroy him and his kin. He doesn’t register it, he’s been subverted not to:
2 weeks agoI think it kinda mocks the whole idea of racism, as NoFX are kin to do.
If you think these guys are racist (a band made up of two Jews (Mike and Melv), one hispanic dude (El Hefe) and a white guy who’s like the kindest guy ever (Smelly) then I hope you never have children.
[Emphasis mine] Because Jews and hispanics are never racist, right? Right.
Beer Born and Bread 
Ugh, my friends all got into NoFX and the Dwarves and Rancid. I could never tell if they were being ironic or if they actually liked those bands. The tail end of punk, or maybe of the punk revival, or the meta-revival or whatever … the irony had so many layers. It was all so boring.
When I turned my back on my friends they thought it was shallow, thought I was being “too political” or “partisan” or something. I wanted to explain to them that they could ignore political information as much as they wanted, but they were still ideological to the core if they were capable of doublethink to the point where they could both support affirmative action and claim to be against racial discrimination.
It really distressed me that I couldn’t make them see the enormity of this betrayal. It wasn’t limited to a single issue – they were anti-white, anti-male, anti-straight in a dozen ways. Deciding to make a clean break – to never again voluntarily fraternize with leftist bigots – was the best decision I ever made. I walk straighter now.
That is a great quotation, B Lode, and this is what most pseudo-apolitical people don’t realise. That aggregate ideology and State/media sponsored ideas not only influence your thought processes, they shape and change your core values.
How leftist were they? Were they just casual neo-punk listeners who parroted some of the Party line, or out and out socialists?
Few of my friends were openly leftist or socialist. They were comfortable with being described as liberal Democrats, and they thought they were quite skeptical of ideology and, of course, of politicians. But not a one of them could think of a bone to pick with Bill Clinton. Peace-loving Kum-Ba-Ya punks. The women in my circle were tramps and strippers, all with memorized college chatter about patriarchy and oppressive puritanism. The men in my core circle, incidentally, would never dream of going to a strip club because it was too patriarchal (and insufficiently puritanical?) All of them were certain that Christian corporate types were going to sneak up in the night and outlaw abortion, cut taxes, and abolish public radio.
Bleccch. I should have gone for quality over quantity; wasting time with them was a young man’s error.
B Lode, thanks for your kind words at Mangans. What did you mean by “(I personally like the term “gentile”. I like thinking of nationality as being fundamental to who I am.)”?
Regard Lady Liberty now; stripped of her purity and innocence she’s grown to be a misbegotten, warlike, mongrel harlot.
I’m sorry for the blameless individuals embroiled in the fast-approaching racial strife which will burn America in havoc and bloody confusion. Still, I’m first (and lastly) an Australian, and American influence has palpably poisoned what was beautiful, pure and innocent in this land among my countrymen.
For Americans, white or not, the coming death by multi-racialism, rootless global trade and Communist irreligion, heinous wars for democracy and ‘opening up’ societies for McDonalds, Stabucks and gay porn, are the wages of sin.
For some reason I am yet to fathom every now and then your comments get marked as spam Hesper.
The spam filter obviously hates you. I don’t though 🙂
For a long time I though “gentile” mean “unwashed barbarian” or something. Apparently it is a direct Latinization of goy which is from an old Hebrew/Aramaic/something word for nation. So it sounds like goyim means “foreign nationals” with “foreign” an understood part of the phrase.
In other words, “gentile” just means people of any nation other than the Hebrews. I think of nationality as being a deep part of who I am, though I admit there isn’t quite a word for my nationality, the assimilated Anglophonic Eurowhites of North America.
Of course I’m using nation and nationality in their old-fashioned, pre-1918 sense. I’m sure if the US were part of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, there would be words for all this stuff. Nationality includes concepts of loyalty; if my hypothetical identical twin were to convert to Islam, he’d be less a part of my nation than a random stranger. There is language too; the Quebecois can hardly be part of my nation when they’re not sure they’re part of Canada. Ditto for unassimilated Mexicans.
Anyway, I’m babbling. We euthanized our dog yesterday and both of us lost a lot of sleep. My wife’s upper lip is about as stiff as they get though.
I’m very sorry to hear that B Lode. We have many pets here so I know the heartache of losing our best and loyal friends.
My thoughts and sympathy go with you and your mrs.
I have a zebra finch who is on her death bed. She will die any day now. I know that finches might pale into insignificance to a dog but watching her is truly a life instructive experience.
I will do a post called “Requiem for a Finch” when she goes, to explain what I mean.
The zebra finches at Wikipedia are awfully cute.
Yes, the male (as with pretty much all birds) is very beautiful.
They are a very hardy bird, tough as nails being able to withstand and breed in extreme ranges of temperature.
Our lady who is dying was attacked by a Butcher Bird and had her feet mangled. Her husband died. But she pounded on regardless.
The aboriginals call them “Nik niks” because of the call they make. Very similar to a computer beep, they go “nik, nik, nik nik” all day long.
I suppose your dog just got too old and sick hey?
B Lode, this is a real tear jerker so I don’t recommend you play it to your mrs, but it says it all. The sentiment is everything you’d be feeling I reckon. Good on yer mate:
Whatever the occasion/emotion Pearl Jam sum it up best (sorry JD):
LOL, comment on Youtube: Fuck you, Dad. I always hated you. And my Mom, don’t even get be started on that bitch. This got me in a piss on some graves mood, thanks allot Pearl Jam.
They call that ‘issues’ these days lol.
My dog was 13 or 14 years old. She never let down in her enthusiasm for walks in the woods, even when the ground froze. She had a big smile; she was a mongrel – border collie and something else. She had a marked loss of appetite about five or six days ago. Yesterday morning she couldn’t stand up on her own, poor girl, and the vet said she had liver failure. We could have put up a lot of money to keep her alive but sick for another month or so.
My wife made the call – brave, brave woman. We went out and had steaks in our girl’s honor. A friend brought her puppy (another mongrel, of course!) over to cheer us up – it worked.
I’m sorry about your bird. I honestly know nothing about bird husbandry, and I’ve never heard of a bird getting into a fight – a bit of a shocker.
I love that Pogues song. That, and “Fairytale of New York”, “And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda” … unmatched sad songs. Such a shame that my friends all regarded them as a joke band … “their singer’s always drunk – hilarious!” Whenever I’m feeling maudlin I recall that a man needs two legs, and I’ve got them, so what have I got to complain about?