November 10, 2016
A man was just memed into the White House. Donald John Trump was elected the 45th president of the United States on November 8, 2016. There were just enough of us to pull this off. Just enough. The electoral college went to President Trump while the popular vote went to Clinton.
As I watched the polls close last night into the late hours with around two dozen goyim drawn from across the northeastern United States (and even a handful from Sweden), it became increasingly clear that we had a Brexit-style revolt on our hands. The ethnic core of the Empire had repudiated the rule of a hostile elite, and clothed a man of great contradictions, but also of great potential, in the purple. Lowland and Highland man issued forth from the rusted hills and glens to muster for the last roll call of American greatness. The polls were all wrong this year. (Your author in fact would not have been counted as a likely 2016 GOP voter, nor has he ever been contacted by pollsters).
On television, the pundits were looking increasingly distraught. Catladies, numales, and people of color wept before the world on camera. The room roared with jubilation and jeering as we realized we’d trumped these people. Some of us went up to the screen and mimed the licking of their delicious tears. Adrenaline, eudaimonia, and schadenfreude overtook the room.
But then came the numbers. I wondered aloud to my fellow travellers as we saw President Trump had leads of only a few thousand in places like Pennsylvania, Wisconsin, and Michigan, “How many Syrians is that?” “How many Somalians?” President Trump would not have won if we’d gone four more years—those margins would have evaporated. But win he did. There were just enough White people to deliver us.
On the far end of Manhattan’s West Side, a different story was unfolding at the Jacob Javits Center. A massive convention hall named after former New York senator (((Jacob Javits))), it was supposedly chosen for its glass ceiling, which Clinton would symbolically shatter as our first female president-elect. Instead, it became a glass pitcher of liberal tears. The choice for Clinton’s ill-fated coronation symbolized something else as well. (((Javits))) was a major force behind the 1965 Hart-Celler Act, which ended the country’s eurocentric immigration quotas and resulted in the rising tide of color we are currently grappling with. Each generation has become more “diverse,” and so in turn each cohort of new voters. It’s why New York was a solid lock for parachute candidate Clinton, and a hopeless cause for its native son, President Trump.
As the post mortems will surely tell us in the next few days, there just wasn’t enough turnout from voters of color. There just weren’t enough Hart-Celler Americans to stop President Trump. Not even the creation of an entirely new minority class over the last 50 years, Latinos, was enough to prevent a nativist and civic nationalist from being elected. But frankly, this was our last opportunity to strike back at the ballot. President Trump won by a wavy Caucasian hair. Having to literally drive the Amish to the polls in order to save the White race was poetic, though not a long-term solution.
But such problems are for another time, for now we celebrate. We celebrate the year that White populism shattered the glass ceiling of identity politics in the postwar West, as predicted. An article in The Atlantic puts it succinctly: “[President] Trump was carried to victory by a wave of right-wing populist nationalism, as working- and middle-class white Americans turned out in droves to vote.” President Trump’s victory is a monumental paradigm shift, or has the potential to solidify into one. The media called Teflon Don every name in the book and tried to tie him to all manner of anti-establishment heretics. President Trump did not waver; he undertook the hero’s journey and emerged victoriously in the name of the Amerikaner Shire.
It would seem the average White voter did not care that the luegenpresse told him President Trump was Literally Hitler™, or that they were the scum of the earth for not supporting displacement-level immigration and the spread of Islam. President Trump won the White vote, the helots and mamluks imported by the hostile elite be damned.
There is now a biblical flood of authors and pundits talking about “working class Whites,” “White voters,” “White males,” “non-college Whites,” “less-educated Whites,” “blue-collar Whites,” “rural Whites,” and even the unspeakable phrase “White identity politics.” This is yuuuge. We have a mandate from our folk for nationalism. The largest ethnic group in the West, the native peoples of Europe and their descendents in Greater Europe, is being recognized as an important political interest. Granted, it’s an interest that our rulers on both sides of the Atlantic insist must be vanquished, but that they must now name us explicitly is massively important to the spread of our ideas.
The concept of the enemy has returned to politics.
Get ready for the storm, because White people, this is your fault. Because of your existence, millions of members of designed oppressed groups must live in fear of being treated like outsiders. Because you voted, people who are here illegally, people who support people who are here illegally, people who believe you can change gender based on the roll of twenty-sided dice, people who support the expansion of Islam, people who support free trade agreements that export jobs overseas, and people who are (((dual citizens))) are all extremely uncomfortable that you’ve rejected their agenda. (Which you of course had no moral right to reject in the first place). If you don’t start becoming a better ally soon and shilling for your friends and family to fight against the existence of a heteronormative White majoritarian society, you are truly deplorable. You are all guilty for President Trump.
Americans will have to decide very soon—quickly—where they stand on President Trump. The choice now is pro-Trump or anti-Trump, and nationalists as much as anti-nationalists have made him into an avatar of American Whiteness. With his opponent out of the way (probably for good), where people stand on this choice will become much more salient.
Our position is not unassailable, but it is stronger than ever before. So we celebrate, that President Trump has given rise to nationalism, to America First, to formal recognition of the Alt-Right, to outing cuckservatives as #NeverTrump turncoats, to (((anti-globalist))) memes entering the public consciousness, to levels of shvitzing that shouldn’t even be possible, and more than anything else to hope for the future of our people, not just in the United States but around the world. This is as much a victory for White Americans as it is for Swedes, Australians, the British, the French, and other European peoples. We will make the world safe for ethnocracy.
We knew the world would not be the same. A few people laughed, a few people cried, most people were silent. I remembered the line from the shitlord scripture the Bhagavad Reeeeeeeta; Kek is trying to persuade the prince that he should save his people, and to impress him takes on his frog-headed form, and says, “Now I am become meme, the destroyer of cucks.” I suppose we all thought that, one way or another.