Every so often I need to do this, to have a bucket of ice water thrown at my face to awaken me from some sort of slumber, whether conscious or no makes little difference ultimately — in fact, nowadays I seem to be able to realise when there is a miasma shrouding my senses, and although it might take a day or so, I can wrestle my way out of it eventually.
Since appearing on Millennial Woes’ channel in late December last year, I have experienced a spike in subscribers to my YouTube channel and have reached over two-thousand subscribers in total. Lastnight’s podcast received more dislikes than my videos usually do, and that is something I am glad about. I am glad about it precisely because it was not one of my best “performances”; for the first half an hour I was rambly, slightly incoherent, unsure of what to say, beating around the bush in regard to certain topics. I was joined by Alex and James in particular (not to speak any less of Frederick and Ælle), so it was guaranteed to be an episode in which there were complaints made about the Alt-Right, memes, anonymity, and so on. This elicited a negative response by — I assume — newcomers to my channel, and I think that it is safe to say that a few among those dislikers will not be watching my videos again. My opinion on that? “Good.”
The following is an exchange about the topic of European religion which took place on the 19th of October, 2016, in the West Coast Reactionaries Skype group. Due to the nature of the topic, the discussion is still ongoing, but I sought to archive some of it here for posterity, and for referral purposes, due to its important and interesting nature.
The following was a discussion which took place in the West Coast Reactionaries Skype group on the 19th of October, 2016. A few details have been retracted, and certain messages have been re-arranged to make for easier reading, but I decided that the words shared were important enough to archive here.
There come points where I regret starting a YouTube channel. A fact of outward expression — nay, its necessity — requires a vessel within which it is transported from one soul to another in as efficient and clear a capacity as possible. Mingling myself with currents of a surface-level nature often befuddles my sense of direction; a thousand forces pull me at once, and retaining one’s balance and forthrightness becomes a challenge. And not a challenge of the triumphal sort, rather a burden and an annoyance.
Somehow I missed last week’s round-up, so this could be a lengthy instalment.
A very productive and important week indeed — I’m quite pleased with myself.