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I hate hipsters

I despise hipsters. At one time, I might have been mistaken for one, but I would have told you I was -- ahem -- bohemian.


I hate the way, though basically very shallow, they pretend to great profundity.

I hate the way they drive up rents and property values in formerly affordable neighborhoods. They're the advance guard of gentrification.

I hate the way they believe a passing familiarity with Bukowski and Kerouac makes them literary intellectuals.

I hate their attitude of smug superiority. I hate their disdain.

I hate the fact that they are really yuppies in disguise.

I hate the way they appropriate things that matter to me and turn them into mere fashion statements.

I hate their trust funds. After a few years of romantic pseudo-poverty, they join the bourgeoisie in daddy's law firm or on Wall Street.

I hate the fact that they think organizing a dance party is somehow a meaningful act of cultural subversion.

I hate the way they've reduced most contemporary art to a dreary parade of faux-naive stick figure doodles and pseudo-Japanesque graffiti.

I hate their pretense of leftism. They may name-check Howard Zinn and Noam Chomsky, but in the next breath they shamelessly whore themselves to the culture industry. Outside of Hip-Hop, I've never seen such worship of name brands! But they see no contradiction.

I hate the fact that they think fashion design is of the utmost interest and importance.

I hate the fact that the only poor people they've ever encountered are in fiction. And fewer and fewer of these as the publishing industry narrows its sights and tightens its belt.

I hate the fact that they are incorrigibly provincial and basically incapable of introspection, with no historical memory to speak of.

I hate the fact that they don't know they've been had. Or don't care.


It gets harder to he hip after age thirty. Eventually life catches up with you. Nowadays, people whose chief interest seems to be what is cool or au courant infuriate me, as you can see. But if some shaggy-haired ingenue, vintage duds worn with oh-so-studied ironic nonchalance, were to offer me a publishing contract or a gallery show -- well, I wouldn't refuse.
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I despise hipsters. At one time, I might have been mistaken for one, but I would have told you I was -- ahem -- bohemian.

Even though neofolk is an outgrowth of modern "bohemianism", with its own stiff-necked clique of hipsters, and you're still into that.

I hate the way, though basically very shallow, they pretend to great profundity.

Like Evola, Boyd Rice, all neofolk, and YOU. But neofolk has the patina of profundity, of being a "vanguard" of "tradition". So you still get to pose as profound — not least because you write like a college sophomore, which you mistake for good form.

I hate the way they drive up rents and property values in formerly affordable neighborhoods. They're the advance guard of gentrification.

I'm pretty sure JEWS are the "advance guard of gentrification", niggers and spics bringing up the rear.

I hate the way they believe a passing familiarity with Bukowski and Kerouac makes them literary intellectuals.

Like a passing or any level of familiarity with EVOLA makes one a philosopher or an historian, eh?

I hate their attitude of smug superiority.

You obviously haven't spent enough time around your fellow neofucks, for thereamong would you find buckets more SMUGNESS — tradition! order! evropa! — than even the most limp-wristed, wealthy, queer yidlings of Williamsburg. Neofolks ... elitists? Nonsense, surely!

I hate the fact that they are really yuppies in disguise.

And you're a man of the people! I hate the fact that neofucks are really bourgeois white kids in disguise.

I hate the way they appropriate things that matter to me and turn them into mere fashion statements.

I hate the way neofolk appropriates good (or middling) authors, German nationalist music, Indo-European concepts, old Germanic chicken scratch (runes!) and all European history and turns them into mere fashion statements.

I hate their trust funds. After a few years of romantic pseudo-poverty, they join the bourgeoisie in daddy's law firm or on Wall Street.

So what? I'm pretty sure daddy's a JEW, by the way. WALL STREET just failed. JEW ... failed economy ... see anything suspicious thar brah??

I hate the fact that they think organizing a dance party is somehow a meaningful act of cultural subversion.

I hate the fact that neofucks think listening to Boyd Rice and related techno garbage is a meaningful act of artistic appreciation.

I hate the way they've reduced most contemporary art to a dreary parade of faux-naive stick figure doodles and pseudo-Japanesque graffiti.

I hate the way neofolk reduces nationalistic imagery to a dreary parade of empty post-goth scenesterism and deluxe fold-out Digipak covers. I hate the way neofolk peddles its "fascist aesthetic", which is completely hollow fetishism, yet neofucks pretend to be a "cultural vanguard". How's that work — culture without politics? how's that work — politics with Jews aboard?
I hate their pretense of leftism.

Yea? I hate that neofucks reduce all the problems of modernity, specifically those afflicting Europe, to the childish abstraction of "the Abrahamic religions". I hate that neofucks deny the all-importance of race, just like leftists and the Jews who taught them to be blind. I hate neofucks' pretense of being a cultural movement. I hate neofucks' pretense of knowing better than 300 years of German scholarship because they read a few pages of Spengler and Yockey. I hate that Yockey pretended to be original, when in fact he lifted Carl Schmitt's The Concept of The Political verbatim for his "opus". I hate that neofucks, eager to deny that their literary corpus all post-War hack work, try to explain that away by saying Yockey was being "vatic" and "inspirational" and couldn't be dragged into the mud of, you know, acknowledging from whom he was plagiarizing wholesale. God forbid the poseur take a breath! I hate that neofucks are fucking poseurs and pretend to know better than others who've read waaaay more books and know what the phrase "historical sense" means. I hate neofolk's pretense of being an "elite" cultural "movement" with a significance of nigh hegelian inevitability. I hate neofolk's pretense of "fascism", which as aforesaid is vapid, and kosher. I hate neofolk's pretense of ART, given that 95% of its acts are PURE TECHNO GARBAGE. I hate neofucks' snotty pretense that what THEY hear is very intricate, meaningful, and revolutionary stuff; while what normal people, not caught up in a cult mindset, hear is a series of clicks, grumbles, static and some looped MILITARISTIC-SOUNDING PHRASES. Oooo. I hate that neofucks will never understand that the infection of what is essentially gothic techno with memes like "culture", "revolution", "vanguard", and "fascism", is as bogus and unproductive and hypocritical and worthless as when right-wing British street thugs took up punk rock.

I hate the implication that YOU know better about "leftism", that YOU are more conscionable, involved, etc., despite being as sheltered and stuck-up, and in fact an elitist and crypto-fascist. I hate that they're not allowed to be a little hypocritical, or misunderstand their own politics, but you are, because you most certainly do.

They may name-check Howard Zinn and Noam Chomsky,

They make name-check Yockey and Evola, and Spengler and de Benoist, and make websites about "integral tradition" onto which they throw every vaguely right-wing or "traditional" author they come across, APPROPRIATING them for the credit of their scene, for the PRETENSE of intellectual depth ....

but in the next breath they shamelessly whore themselves to the culture industry.

I hate how people like you don't know what the phrase "culture industry" means or where it came from, and so, naturally, don't realize that their own cultural fetishes are well within that same industry, for which they castigate others. Also:

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INDUSSSSTRY. Industrial! Woh. We're onto something nah!

Outside of Hip-Hop, I've never seen such worship of name brands! But they see no contradiction.

I've never seen such worship of concepts and slogans lifted from pre-War Europe, applied to post-goth industrial music, the rechristened an up-and-coming vanguard of European cultural revival because the West is "dying" and Spengler says civilizations go in cycles so we're definitely in for a Golden Age and we're it, baby! But they see no contradiction.

I hate the fact that they think fashion design is of the utmost interest and importance.

I hate the fact that I've never seen a neofuck performer in sweats and a hoodie! I hate how neofolk has hijacked East European military fatigues and tucked-in black shirts and "severe" haircuts!
I hate the fact that the only poor people they've ever encountered are in fiction.

And Evola, and Yockey, and that Tesco bitch, and Boyd Rice and Douglas Pierce and YOU, no doubt, all volunteer your Sundays at homeless shelters. While on the weekdays, and when they record music or wrote books, pose as an "elite" — surely a mark of those with a burning social conscience. But they see no contradiction. I hate YOUR pretense of finding alleged hypocrisy in others.

I hate the fact that they are incorrigibly provincial and basically incapable of introspection, with no historical memory to speak of.

I.e. have not read Evola.

I hate the fact that they don't know they've been had. Or don't care.

Ditto for you.

It gets harder to he hip after age thirty.

Still trying like hell though, aren't you.

Eventually life catches up with you.

And you realize you're an insufferably typical elitist blowhard, cut the bullshit and act normal? Nah, not for you.

But if some shaggy-haired ingenue, vintage duds worn with oh-so-studied ironic nonchalance, were to offer me a publishing contract or a gallery show -- well, I wouldn't refuse.

Oh you're so clever.

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