A good frienemy of mine recently pointed out that we here at The Right Stuff should not take ourselves so seriously all the time. I find myself agreeing. I fucking love to hate you, Suss.
Sometimes, things get a bit too esoteric and combative both at the blog and our secret online forums/moon base. Even a Darwinian Ultra-Royalist like myself can become drained by the constant critique and debate. There are simply too many people who need to go fuck themselves. It makes one’s head spin.
While our work continues to attract considerable interest, the fact remains that Western society is not at a point where TRS propaganda can be put into practice. ‘Murca is simply not austere enough for it’s Golden Dawn. Yet.
Until me and my black shirts are introducing Occupussy skulls to truncheons, it’s certainly rational for one to afford a few moments of unguarded humor.
Which brings me to the subject for today’s Reactionary whimsy.
Moly doesn’t mean to encourage pathetic children to commit suicide, either.






