The Eternal Cuck

The Year of the Fire Monkey has proven one of bounteous plenitude for edgy Alt Right internet pundits. Whether you're a wagecuck slaving away to keep ZOG's finely tuned cogs churning, or a comfy NEET fighting a valiant guerrilla war for reclamation of The Oven, 2016 has truly been the Current Year that just keeps on giving.

For one type of white man, however, the Fire Monkey has proven not so benevolent. I speak, of course, of the eternal cuck.

The cuck worships at the altar of political correctness. His every action is tailored to signal his piety to other cucks and nonwhites, whether he's retweeting some masturbatory feel-good sob piece or failing his evolutionary mandate by dedicating his feeble life force to the rearing of his wife's black son.

It is therefore understandable that the cuck sees the grassroots, bottom-up political machinations of the Alt Right as anarchy. His unrefined political sensibilities distinguish not between the Molotov cocktail-flinging, 2x4-wielding anarcho-communists and the sophisticated pepemancer dishing out dank OC in-between TRSEF raids. To him, they're all heretics insofar as they've deviated from officially-sanctioned, PC doctrine.

The only politics for which his crude worldview permits is a spectrum ranging from Barrack Obama to John McCain, Hilary Clinton to Jeb Bush. When a brave soul dares declare “There's no meaningful difference!” the cuck retorts, “But that is the whole point! No shepherd and one herd! Everybody wants the same, everybody is the same: whoever feels different goes voluntarily into a madhouse.”

And then, on the brink of our demographic displacement, He happened.

At a crossroads in history, one man appeared to challenge the hitherto indomitable political orthodoxy. Throwing caution to the wind, he honed in on the crucibles of cuck groupthink and ruthlessly pulverized them into fine, politically-correct particles.

With the God Emperor of Mankind at the helm of the GOP, no cuck dogma was inviolate.

Well, almost.

They called him a clown, a racist, an Islamophobe, a xenophobe, a homophobe, a fascist, and an anti-Semite. (I would hyperlink to examples, but they're far too numerous to choose from). Yet with every attempted stumping, his lead only got ten points longer. It seemed nothing could stop his ascent to power. One-by-one, the establishment's chosen candidates were swept aside. His candidacy seemed to be propelled forward by some inexorable force of nature, as if all of our ancestors had risen in unison to decry the balkinization of our once great country.

All the while, the eternal cuck looked on in Whiggish horror. “B-b-but it's the Current Year!” he cried. “This wasn't supposed to happen!”

And that's how it starts. The fever, the rage, the feeling of powerlessness that turns good cucks....cruel.

And so the cuck started to lash out. He swung with the wild rage of a man experiencing political disenfranchisement for the first time in his life. He made obscene death threats against white workers in a bizarre genocidal screed entitled “The Father-Furher.” Democracy itself—that most blessed and sacrosanct of institutions to the cuck—was blamed, and the assertion made that the elites needed to “take back” their country from this upstart novus homo and his unruly mob of plebeian usurpers. Charades of third-party candidacy were undertaken, led by the platonic form of cuckservatism himself.

As we inaugurate the coming thousand-year Trumpenreich, it is important to remember that the cuck is not, in and of himself, the enemy. Rather, he is the Uncle Tom. The sellout. The traitor. Ridden with guilt over the original sin of whiteness, he seeks to atone for his racial impurity with acts of unilateral altruism for nonwhites. These are always performed loudly in the public square so the cuck may boast of his great deeds of tolerance to win approval from his bourgeois social circle.

In the end, it dohn mattah. Nunnadis mattahs. No act of cucking, no matter how great, will earn the cuck forgiveness in the eyes of nonwhites. To them, the cuck will always be a useful idiot and shabbos goy—someone nonwhites praise to his face (if he's lucky) and mock behind his back. At best, he is merely “The Other.” He's sold his own people out for temporary career advancement and disingenuous pats on the back.

For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, will be able to separate us from the hatred of the nonwhite and his accusations of racism.

And so we bully the cuck. And we will continue to do so until, like the roommate who has heard one too many fat jokes and finally starts lifting, they leave behind their self-hating pretense of moral superiority and join us in securing the existence of our people and a future for white children.