Beating The Black Pill

There is a tendency, in these days of increased awareness when one has taken so many red pills, that one simply cannot be any more woke. Life then takes on a new hue – nothing is surprising, everything is predictable, and hope of any real change in our current state seems totally lost.

It is at this time that it begins to feel like all those red pills just add up to one big black pill. Stuck in your throat, it chokes your ability to express yourself in normie company without being called pessimistic, or finding yourself constantly accused of being in a dark mood.

Ive personally watched several heavily red pilled individuals get so black pilled that they cant get themselves back out of that miserable hole, and after a prolonged period in this state, another, more dangerous phase emerges. This is what we will call the “irony pill”, which shouldn’t be confused with the “iron pill”.

The iron pill demands white men pick themselves up and start to take life seriously in order to make a difference in the world, whereas, in stark opposition, the Irony pill essentially turns one into an irony bro, that is, everything becomes ironic. All the red pills reverse; race mixing becomes an imperative, white genocide an aim, and civilisation a joke. Id even go so far as to suspect that irony bros begin to experiment with homosexuality, if not becoming full blown homosexuals.

So what is the way out of this dead end, just as destructive as the blue pills endlessly forced on us from birth?

The solution I propose is for one to find some kind of creative outlet for your woke frustration, a form of escape that will allow you focus on something other than the incessant cultural programming. Paint, make films, music, or write a story, anything that takes you away from the day to day, and puts you in a much needed personal and imaginative space. The red pills have gone so deep anyway that you wont be able to avoid making something meaningful and rich in symbolism, both consciously and unconsciously.

There will always be Alt-Right podcasts, analysis, charts, parody songs, memes and infographics which concentrate heavily on the political side of things, but artistic expression can express these same ideas in a non-political setting, and is a valuable part of any movement, as well as a time-honoured, admirable tradition in the West. It may also go some way towards reaching other, more normie people, and helping them better understand and digest the things you are aware of, which is, afterall, what is more needed in our struggle than more gay ironybros.

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To All the Emo Fags in the Movement

TL; DR: Don’t kill yourself/threaten to kill yourself/attempt to kill yourself or the Guru will put the 5th Dimensional Smack down on your Atman’s lily white ass.

 

One unfortunate truth of our people is the tendency towards suicide is especially pronounced among our people. It is most prevalent in the furthest northern reaches and it appears to be the result of our psychological reaction to the dimming of available light during winter (clever Jews named this SAD for Seasonal Affective Disorder). I often wonder what the biological cause would be for this tendency, it seems to me that it is the result of long winters and scarce food. A certain number of us offing ourselves would increase the bounty of food available to all. However, we are not Goths running about Swedish forests in the earliest dawn of recorded history and our suicides are not some noble gesture for the nutrition of our sons. Instead it is merely the ultimate let down to your people in the time they you the most.

The genes of our proud forefathers who emerged from conditions harsher than modern technology allows, thus they struggled over centuries to create for us a world in which we wanted not. They were far too successful in this venture. Something you could stand to remind yourself, it was centuries of your kin’s toil that lead you to a place where wanton suicide was an option to you. Don’t disgrace those ancestors by damning all future white men to servitude! Instead you must do as they did, pick up the sacks that they laid upon the road and march forward with all of your strength so that the next generation will not have the struggles that we have, that the next generation will have and the boomers it seems will get to avoid! We shall not be the wretches that generation was. We will not be overcome with hedonism as they will die admixed within.

There is no honor in death other than that which existed in life. If you are some young man who kills himself because you are “black pilled” about the future of the white race, or any other reason, you earn nothing but contempt in your life. Your fate after death means nothing, for to your people you abandoned in life where we have no choice but to struggle on with. Note that regardless how apathetic or depressed you think yourself, when the palor hand of death grips your throat you will regret your decisions and crave life when it is too late.

Get your attention some other way and please virtue signal in a constructive way, in front of others instead of with a bottle of pills or the hangman’s knot. Its not cool, it is not helping and for fuck’s sake the only life you will ever have is the one ongoing. There is a reason that only the bravest die in peace and if you are willing to KYS then you are not brave, you are a fag.