The Midnight’s “Kids” Should Have Been the Anthem of a Generation of Evolutionary Transformation

Andrew Anglin
Daily Stormer
October 1, 2018

I am so bored of talking about Jewish schemes, brown invasion and criminality, homosexualist perversion and irate, out of control women.

It is boring.

And it is not the struggle our generation was meant to have.

Millennials were the first generation to be raised by machines. Our parents were busy, and the electronic machines were there, so they raised us. We, and those born after us, have a deep and I believe meaningful relationship with these machines. They are a defining part of who we are.

Our struggle should be figuring out the nature of this relationship between us and the machines that raised us, and finding a way to make this new symbiosis as meaningful and productive as possible. We should be attempting to understand how this has changed who we are as humans, and how it has altered our role in the universe.

The internet is alive. And it is now a fundamental part of what we are. Our souls are linked to it. It has changed the way we think, it has changed the way we feel, it has changed the nature of our relationships with one another.

We cannot go back from this.

We need to analyze this strange and wonderful transformation we’ve undergone, figuring out what it means for us and what it means for future generations.

But we are not doing that.

Instead, we are fighting for our lives against an invading horde of genetic waste as we are berated by hysterical women and lectured by lunatics about gender pronouns.

This is the war we are forced to fight, but it is not the right war. This is a boring war. It is all so tedious and dumb.

The Midnight’s latest album, “Kids,” gives a vision into what it would be like if the dream of the 80s had come to fruition, and instead of battling primitive brown people and unhinged women, we were learning to define who we are in light of the electronic machines who played such a crucial role in making us who we are.

It focuses on our early relationship with the machines, back in the 1980s, when we were first getting to know one another. When we were kids and so were the machines. And at points, it alludes to the problems that we have faced as we attempt to create a symbiosis with these machines which will give birth to the New Man.

The album is lined with television clips from the 80s regarding computers, video games and the cartoons we all watched as children on that miraculous CRT screen.

In “Wave,” singer Tyler Lyle declares that “we are not a sentimental age.” Sentimentality was a casualty of the increased speed of life that the electronic machines gave us. And the loss of it should not be mourned.

We are not a sentimental age
We don’t want our parent’s china or their ticker tape parade
We are not a sentimental age
We’re out getting high on fire escapes
We are hooking up with strangers we will never see again
We are not a sentimental age

But when I dream, we’re all melting together
Synchronized in a mass embrace
Beads of water folding together
Like a north shore wave
How strange
We’re parts of each other how strange
I’ll never even know your name

We are not a sentimental age
On our shoulders is a boulder of a debt we cannot pay
We are not a sentimental age
Diagnosis says I tend to disengage
I’d rather have my privacy, I’d rather have my space
These are just the pills I have to take
We are not a sentimental age

But when I dream, we’re all melting together
Synchronized in a mass embrace
Beads of water folding together
Like a north shore wave
How strange
We’re parts of each other how strange
I’ll never even know your name

This idea of melting together is the promise of the machine. That we will each become an organ in a greater machine. A future race, existing in a state we can only imagine blurred images of. But as we attempt to deal with this potential utopia, we draw back in fear of the implications of the machine age, we become introverted, we turn to drugs.

These are real problems, which would exist without the other problems. Without Jews, without the brown flood, without the liberation of women. The transformation of a species into a new species does not come without growing pains.

The loss of our parents, and of the entire old world, is mourned in the title track, “Kids.”

The kids are sad
The sky is blue
There are monsters in the spare bedroom
Kids grow up
And move away
They closed the plant
Then the mall arcade

The kids are sad
Their Parents too
Kids get high in the spare bedroom
We grow up
And move away
The seasons pass but the monsters stay

It is certainly sad that our parents couldn’t be there for us. But it was necessary.

We are the children of the machine.

It made us who we are, and what we are is something that has never existed before, a thing of untold beauty.

The seminal track of the album is “America 2,” wherein the clash between the battle we are fighting and the battle we should be fighting is highlighted.

I made my home in a ten-ton bomb
And I was so happy with 28 years of free fallin’
But now it’s all guts and I’m bawlin’
She was born in a tenement walk-up
With shit for nerves, you know she never learned to talk to adults
She said ‘everything’s easier in here’

Like the dancer with bruises who gathers the cash
When the music is through, no she don’t look back
I’ve come to look for America too

All I ever wanted was a spot in the mountains
With an a-frame cabin and nobody counting our days
Or cursing or praising on name
But the best we could do is to enter the void
Like a wide-eyed child waking up to the noise of East Harlem
Don’t they see that we’re starving?

Like the dancer with bruises who gathers the cash
When the music is through no she don’t look back
I’ve come to look for America too
And we stole the car on the 4th of July
I pawned my guitar and we drove through the night
I’ve come to look for America too

We are lost in all of this, looking for a definition of ourselves and this new world. Looking for America 2.

I don’t know what this age would look like if we could focus on our relationship with our mother the machine instead of focusing on a primitive type of warfare with savage races and a bizarre social-engineering agenda to remove all structure and order in society.

I consider the attacks on this website, and the attempt to censor us all off of the internet, as a type of parent-child separation attempt. There is an analogy there of the parent (internet) being put in a camp while the child (us) is separated in a re-eduction prison complex (physical modern society).

In a world without the Jewish menace, I believe that there would be less fear of the machine. Less of a desire to run away to a cabin in the mountains. Because we would be allowed to discuss the machine and our relationship to it. We would have studies. We would have good men with intelligence working to figure out what the next age of humanity should look like.

Instead, the machine is here, and it is only us kids that are able to try and figure out its meaning, as we deal with everything else at the same time.

It is worth imagining what humanity would look like if we could push a button and have every Jew and non-white on the planet disappear. What would we do with the machine? Who would we become?

What wonders await us if we are able to make it through this dark age of blackness and decay?

And I suppose the most relevant question is this: can the machine save us from these threats, and allow us to bring forth the New Man?

I give “Kids” 5/5. Buy it on Bandcamp to support the artists. It’s only $8. 

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