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The Man Ain’t What He Used to Be

Alternative Right isn’t carrying Virtus anymore, but they recently published a short essay I wrote. Being a rare homo who is politically to the right and of the mind that heterosexual, reproductive families should be facilitated and should held up as the social ideal in any civilization that wants to survive — I figured I should add my 2 cents.

Richard Spencer’s title was better than the boring one I gave it.

“The Man” Ain’t What He Used to Be – Resisting the Lies of the Ruling Class

Seems to have been fairly well received, aside the obligatory biographical notes added by my persistent and completely obsessed “concern troll” stalker(s).

Vice Magazine Review – “Blood Brotherhood”

John Safran unexpectedly reviewed my second book (co-written with Nathan F. Miller)  about Blood-Brotherhood for Vice. While I do think he over-spun the health concern angle (it should be noted that rites and adaptations of rites were offered that do not involve fluid exchange, precisely because many smart folks will opt out for health reasons), I would like to thank him for some of the best book marketing quotes I have ever received.

“Jack Donovan is a very right wing homosexual. He’s bright, sincere and so idiosyncratic it’s hard to know where to begin.”

– Vice Magazine

“Jack Donovan is an iconoclast.”

– Vice Magazine

“… fresh and truthful reflections on modern masculinity.”

- Vice Magazine

All in all, it was really the most thorough review the book has ever received. He covered the material well, and there is a lot of interesting content in that book that deserves an audience. While the majority of the book talks about rites that sacralized friendships and alliances between heterosexual men, the idea of using blood-brotherhood as an alternative to same-sex “marriage” is still a good one. And at the very least, it’s a novel and aesthetically manly one.

Site Update – Contact Page Added

I notice I get a lot of messages forwarded to me via the sites I’ve written for, so I figured I should relieve my editors of the burden of forwarding stuff to me. So at the top of this site you’ll notice a contact page for me where you can send me an email with suggestions, etc.

I also updated the bio page.

I have been writing as much as I can at Alternative Right. You can always find my most recent work in the Virtus section.

Also recently interviewed Arthur the Viking from Arthur’s Hall of Viking Manliness.

The Crucible of “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell”

Matt Moody has interviewed a good cross-section of homosexual men in the armed forces who are currently serving, in the closet, with dignity and without fanfare or showboating, under “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell.” He asks some good questions, and they have some good answers. This extended piece deserves more attention — it seems like the only homos who are getting press on this issue are doing stupid shit like handcuffing themselves to the White House fence. Those guys can’t speak for these guys, who though they will remain nameless and faceless because they could lose their jobs, are probably more in step with average Americans. They’re the guys we should want on our side.

The Crucible of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

For my thoughts on the issue, see  The Homosexual Question – On Marriage and DADT

The Homosexual Question

This essay on DADT may be the most important piece I write this year. It’s a subject that is important to me, and I’ve been working on it for a long time.

It’s a difficult problem if you take it seriously.

How do you find a viable support role for homosexual males in a pro-reproductive, pro-family culture with a stressed or declining population? History tells us that homos get the blame and the stake. Can we do it better this time?

It’s easy to sell any “pro-homo” issue to the left, but it takes balls to try to sell it to the right. I’m pleased with the outcome, and I think I won some “hearts and minds.” What the military is doing to these guys–some of them straight up heroes–is unjust.

The Homosexual Question

Why Same-Sex Marriage Is Still Wrong, But Repealing DADT Is Right

http://www.alternativeright.com/main/blogs/left-right/the-homosexual-question/

From the right, there’s not much to like about gay men.

The highly vocal and visible queer fringe publicly celebrates extreme promiscuity, sadomasochism, transvestitism, transsexuality and flamboyant effeminacy. It is so unabashedly Marxist that even Marx himself would blush. It is anti-military, anti-patriarchal, anti-nuclear family, anti-Christian, aspirationally vegan and virulently anti-Western. Queer theorists—the pink-haired, punk rock stepchildren of feminists—blame straight white men for all of the wickedness the world has to offer.

Gay moderates, much like moderate Muslims, offer their tacit approval to queer extremists because they refuse to openly condemn extreme behavior for fear that they’ll look like traitors, Uncle Toms or hypocrites. Gay conservatives of any variety are scarce as leprechauns, and not nearly so beloved by their lucky fellows when spotted. The average gay man is politically progressive and politically correct, he’s a multiculturalist, and like his fellow progressives he’s particularly enamored with European styles of government, however failed and fundamentally flawed. Read more…

Also, if you’re on the fence on this one, ignore the goofy San Francisco activist shtick of Lt. Choi and watch this video about Lt. Col. Victor Fehrenbach.

http://www.youtube.com/user/LiftTheBan

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Like a Rock

There are certain things I like to re-post every so often for readers new to my syntopical study of manhood and honor. One of them is the poem “If,” by Rudyard Kipling–a masterpiece that should be passed on to every young man in the West.

Another is “Like a Rock,” by Bob Seger. Many are familiar with segments of the chorus and outro from Chevy commercials. But, if you’ll indulge me here for a moment, the complete lyric captures a vision of manhood that is far more profound than a mere jingle. (more…)

“The War on Christmas”

Kevin I. Slaughter’s response to some whining from cultural Marxists over at the Huffington Post.

Gay Culture is Patricide

A recent interview at Grey Lodge Occult Review.

Manhood, Masculinity and Honor in the News 12/15/09

Dictator Goods

A reader recently mentioned the 1980s “Real men don’t eat quiche” meme. Today, a re-formatted press release in the New York Times blog for Dictator Goods greeting cards mentions the same meme. Synchronicity? Want more synchronicity? OK.

A few days ago I bought the first greeting card I’ve bought in years. Greeting cards are mostly marketed toward women and the whole concept plays into the whole cutesy tea party vibe chicks dig. So of course men wouldn’t want anything to do with them.

I bought this one as a joke for one of my best pals at work. He can be a real bear to work with sometimes, and last week he threw a “mantrum”–which is what happens when a dude who looks like Leonidas on steroids gets pissed off for no good reason and gets all fucking silverback. We had some words. The next day I walked in with a pink greeting card for a 5-year old girl that had a pop-out princess tiara. It said “Happy Birthday, Your Highness.” I’m proud of that one. We worked it out.

Anyway, even though I find greeting cards a bit effeminate generally, I’m having a hard time disapproving of these Laconic cards from Dictator Goods. The famous Ghengis Khan quote that was adapted for Conan the Barbarian is always the right thing to say to any man I’d want to have a beer with. If you don’t know which one I’m talking about, I’m giving you a suspicious eye right now.

“I enjoy being a guy.”

This article from Lloyd Marcus, titled “Radical Feminism’s Attack on Manhood in America” is making the rounds. File under “of interest” for obvious reasons.

Folks, It’s Miller Time

After a hard day’s work, sometimes I like to kick back and enjoy the full-bodied, unpretentious flavor of a Miller High Life. Let’s be frank, it truly is the motherfucking champagne of beers.

Oh, I hear what you’re saying. And I do enjoy me a high end microbrew. This year I’m liking pale ales and fall beers, especially Leinenkugel Marzen-style Oktoberfest. Usually I alternate between Samuel Smith imports and beers brewed in the Pacific Northwest, because buying local is something you don’t have to belong to the green cult to see the sense in. Supporting the home team and putting money back into the community that employs you is economically sound. If our “leaders” hadn’t sold their souls to rootless globalist opportunists–if they’d followed the same basic principal–our economy would probably be a lot more solid.

I like Sierra Nevada, but with the exception of film, I avoid products from the People’s Republic of California because I’m against California. I’d be happy to buy movies at import prices if California would just do the right thing and secede. Seriously, fuck California. I lived there for almost a decade, the state took plenty of my money, and it’s still practically (and morally) bankrupt. Fuck California, fuck it in the face.

But anyway, yeah. Some days I like to put on some Merle Haggard, some Johnny Cash, some Tennessee Ernie Ford. I don’t always feel like spending 9 bucks on a 6-pack. I want to get in touch with my roots…a couple of generations of Pennsylvania Railroad men and grandpa with his fuel oil business.Pap drank Pabst, but I’m sure he wouldn’t have a bad word to say about enjoying a bit of the High Life.

I moved 16 commercial grade treadmills into a building, up an elevator and across a building today. By myself. The deck weighs about 375 pounds, and getting them on a hand truck, into the elevator and down requires a series of 3 lifts, something like a 125 pound hang clean with an isometric curl that lasts until I pop it up the last time. I made it look easy. Like a fucking blue collar ballet.

You will never really know what this means or care. And that’s fine. I like what I do. It’s satisfying. My feet and lower legs are shaking, my legs and traps still hurt from Saturday, and I will be interested to see if my right shoulder is tweaked tomorrow. But I’m happy as a pig in shit all the same. Here’s me with my Miller High Life. I earned it.

Oh, yeah…some kid passed us as music blared out of our truck and asked:

“Are you guys listening to the Gladiator soundtrack?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s awesome.”

Yeah, son. It is awesome.

“Some people say a man is made out of mud. A poor man’s made out of muscle and blood…”

Miller’s made the American way.

“You don’t give your word, then go back on a deal. You don’t shake a man’s hand unless that’s how you feel. Your good will shows, you mean what you say. It’s man to man – The American Way.”

The hits just keep on coming. “If you’ve got the time, we’ve got the beer.”

Oh fuck yes. “Beer, dear?”

Alex Birch @ Corrupt.org

I’ve eyed up corrupt.org a few times and a good friend sent me a link specifically to Alex Birch’s blog section of the site.

He’s an interesting voice, and writes about a mix of material ranging from right-wing social criticism to posts on working out and fitness. These are a few of my favorite things…

So I was surprised and pleased to discover that he mentioned my Spearhead post on suffrage in a recent piece on the influence of women in politics that puts a Swedish spin on the issue.  I’ve also never been mentioned alongside The Unabomber before, so that’s a first. Suddenly I see my future…

I’m adding him and corrupt.org to my links below, and you should too.

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