At this point, you probably think “oh jeez it’s been a long time since Anglin published something, why isn’t he doing the thing about the Charlie Kirk neck thing proving the whole thing was fake? He must be going through it to miss out on gloating about that, oh jeez.”
I assure you, my dearest friends, I am not going through it. I am going in it.
“He was really into that Charlie Kirk thing, so him not posting about it daily with all this new stuff coming out and the FBI introducing this new magic bullet theory, and this sickening stuff with his nappy ass hoe widow going off the charts, this must mean he’s getting all Irish again, full into it,” is the perfectly logical conclusion to come to based on the current evidence.
However, what has actually happened is that in the process of getting all excited about the Charlie Kirk thing, I have stumbled into an entire new plan for the Stormer. I have become maniacal regarding this plan. I have notes for some Charlie stuff, which I will hopefully publish in the next couple days. Some of it might be a bit behind, but there are things I want to talk about that others have missed. I’ll get it out.
But there is a new project coming. And it is going to be big. It is going to be quite possibly – and I do not say this lightly – the biggest thing in the history of the internet.
What I speak of is the Dawn of a New Age. My Daily Stormer daily articles ran for 12 years straight. Ten years were uninterrupted, literally not a day off. (I used to say “except Christmas,” but I don’t say that anymore because it isn’t true, because I would still publish an article every Christmas day. So aside from days the site was down because of censorship reasons, I was here every single day.) I would say it was probably 9 good years. Maybe 8. I started to kind of lose some of my enthusiasm somewhere between coronavirus and the Ukraine. Probably. That is probably what history will remember.
But what were the best years? Many of you were not even born yet. But many of you remember. The best years were 2014-2017. Specifically, the good times ended in August of 2017, with the Charlottesville debacle. And it wasn’t just the censorship and all the hounding. It was all of the fun sucked out of the air. Among other things, “Neo-Nazism” went from being the funnest internet meme ever to being “oh, wow, holy shit, there are these fat slobs in these costumes? Fuck my life.” No disrespect to any good guys who went there, which was most of you, but the feds sent these fats in these costumes, and it just really ruined my fun, I’ll tell ya.
Everything got all depressing, I was depressed, things got too serious, I got too serious, got too religious. I am religious now and I’m glad for that, but the religious content, my doomsday vibes (which seemed to come and go in these strange waves), didn’t really ever belong here. This site was always supposed to be fun. That was the original point. It is educational too, but the fun comes first, because the whole idea was the thing I learned from that black guy from Star Trek: learning is fun.
It’s like that song from that band. It was a 1990s pop grunge band. Total scum of the earth, milking Kurt’s corpse like it was Abby Shapiro, Erika Kirk tier, but they are one of my favorite bands. I don’t remember the name right now. Bands at that time had names that were a random word like “shirt” or “chair” or “plug.” How could anyone remember? But they had this song “there’s no sex in your violence.” Although those were the only words in the song that were intelligible, and we didn’t have the internet to just look up lyrics back in those days, I don’t know what the context of that was, but from the tone, it was clear that sexless violence was not good. It was an accusation or maybe even indictment: “you are hereby accused of sexless violence.” And I think we all get that, right? If you have sex in your violence, you get something cool and fun, like “The Warriors.”
And sexless violence? Well, that’s Gaza, folks. That is what violence with no sex looks like. Just families being burned alive, children blown to pieces, everyone starving to death, buried under rubble, all of that. Not cool.
Speaking of classic 1970s acts of cinema, Zardoz, my favorite film, is actually a lesson about how sexless violence is a real drag.
And I know you must be sitting there thinking: “where the hell is Anglin going with this sexy violence thing? I mean, I get his point and it is clearly true, and really an enlightening thought, but what does it have to do with that other thing??”
Well, friend, violence that you don’t sex up is like education that isn’t fun. Education that isn’t fun is just Ferris Bueller’s Jew teacher droning at you.
Face like an Easter Island statue, that Jew.
That Jew from that movie was so boring, he never even got metooed. Working in Hollywood AND academia for decades, as Jewish as they come, never even groped a bitch or whipped out his pecker and dipped it in some slut’s coffee sitting on her desk and said “oohhh, that’s warm, yeah.” That’s the kind of thing you can get out of: “my doctor told me I needed to heat up my balls every 4 hours and I didn’t notice she was sitting at the desk because my glasses were the wrong prescription due to a mixup at LensCrafters. I apologize and will spend my time listening more.”
You know that “no sex in your violence” song could have been “there’s no bizarre pervert actions in your Jews” and it would have been just as damning.
You have to keep the fun in the education, and I am bringing back the fun. I have a plan. And it is going to work. I am laser focused. I don’t really like the word “laser” anymore, because I think of that laser eyes thing people did that I hated so much. I will never be able to separate the word laser from that horrible time in my life when everyone I hated was doing that. Except Steve Sailer. No, wait, I actually do hate Steve Sailer. He’s the world’s most boring race scientist (seriously, bro, spice it up a bit). What is that Bitcoin psychopath’s name. I like that guy. One of the only white guys you see and think “this guy probably rapes women, not in the ‘date rape’ or ‘statutory rape’ way, but in the real negro way.” (“Classic rape,” we call that. I tried to put “rape classic” to give it a kind of sophisticated French allure but it never really caught on.) However, he’s never going to get metoo’d because every woman he raped has zero doubt he will kill them and their whole family – without the use of a gun. There is nothing I love more than a white guy who gives off that vibe. You can’t fake it, you have to be born that way. (Jake Paul’s spiritual guru has it.) But isn’t his name also Steve Sailer? Whatever, I don’t care, but yeah so there was one guy I didn’t hate who did that eye laster thing, so I can still use the word on very rare occasions, but you’ll notice I have cut more use of the word laser back by well over 95%.
But “laser focus” is the only term that fits here, I promise you. I have a vision in a way I have never had since the original vision for the Stormer. We have moved on from midlife crisis to midlife crisis management. It was one of the key revelations that slid into place since I broke up with you all on Valentine’s Day. I said “I’m in a midlife crisis, but I’m the world’s number one crisis management expert, so hey, pal, get it together. Put those two things together. Get to midlife solutions, get to midlife renaissance. Get this fucking show on the road because I am so bored trying to write books that I’m going to fucking kill myself.”
Hey, look, I’m sorry. I have like a million words of “book material.” No joke. I mean do the math. All those words I was writing for the site, I’m now writing for my own projects. I’m also focused on this mantra of “just get the first draft finished, it doesn’t matter how sloppy it is,” so it’s even sloppier than the stuff I publish on this website which is often just like a situation where someone vomits in a mosh pit, like that level of sloppiness. So imagine that turned up to ten, then imagine my word count.
Of course I haven’t been spending all that time writing, there has been a lot of time thinking and scheming and plotting and brooding like some kind of ancient man who was cursed to never be able to die, like at the time of the dinosaurs he got cursed like that, imagine the kind of brooding such an individual would be doing and that’s been me a lot of the time since February.
And I’ve come up with the thing. I’ve come up with a way to bring back the energy, to bring back the sense of community, where we’re all working together to really fuck people that we hate, and really forming a sense of internet brotherhood based on a shared sense of existential purpose in bringing the people we hate to their knees. If you were there, you know. You know what that felt like and you know you’ve never felt anything like that in your life. It is the greatest feeling in the world, to be a part of that kind of operation.
You may be aware of this gay Mexican who claims Russian disinformation agents are trying to discredit the totally truthful FBI story that a miracle (they’re calling it “a miracle”) caused a .30-06 round to get caught in Charlie Kirk’s neck. Nick Fuentes. We’re talking about this guy now because since the Charlie Kirk assassination (preempted by a glowing profile in the New York Times – figure that out), he’s become like this main character in the shill right. After I broke up with him after effectively writing all his material for like four years due to this decision to work with FBI informants, this guy starts saying that he has blackmail on me, and I was like “what is this?” As soon as he started with this blackmail threat shit, which is so catty and creepy and most of all gay, I demanded he reveal whatever the secret thing was. I said “publish all the texts I know you saved, tell whatever story you didn’t save, put everything out there, I demand it.” Instead of revealing it, he just kept threatening it, as if he hadn’t seen me say every time he threatened me “publish that shit you fucking queerback.” (“Queerback” is a portmanteau of “queer” and “wetback,” which I am still, you know, working on. That’s still in the workshop.) I will tell you there is no reason to even hit on the fact that he’s a public associate and collaborator with FBI informants, which I don’t know why anyone would be doing unless they themselves were FBI informants, especially when it’s like, Chuck Johnson, who is a bottom of the barrel schizo who was apparently so mentally ill that the feds won’t even work with him anymore and are embarrassed that he keeps claiming to be working with them. But yeah people don’t care if their internet daddies are feds, but they do care if they are gay and Mexican. I mean now that he’s doing Rachel Maddow talking points about Russians trying to undermine faith in our intelligence agencies, maybe people are going to start to take interest in the fed thing, but that’s beyond our scope. This isn’t even the topic, I’m just working up to explaining that I can guarantee that being in the game during the halcyon days of the Stormer was the best feeling any man will every experience in their life.
And this was sooooooo fucking gay. I am actually starting to think this guy is retarded. He was reading Stormer then doing his show just based entirely on my material and I’m thinking “this guy is a genius,” but I realized this was like if I hade a tape recording of myself and played it back and was like “this tape recorder is a genius.” We have retard radar on. He is saying “I don’t trust him because of something he told me in private but I won’t say it.” And it’s like okay how retarded do you have to be to not say “well if you’re not going to say it then why bring it up? If you want to threaten someone with blackmail, just do it, don’t do this little feminine te-he-he bullshit.” Normal heterosexual men find that creepy. Collecting blackmail on people you are friends with is John Wayne Gacy tier to begin with. But then he knows, ever since the first thinly veiled blackmail threat like two years ago now, at least 18 months ago, I said as soon as I saw it “publish it all now.” Instead he just kept doing the weaselly (fat now by the way, which makes it about 78 times grosser) “oh he don’t want the smoke of what I got on him.” But without fail, every time a superchatter brings me up, it’s “oh I’ve got this stuff on him, you wouldn’t believe it.”
My assumption, because I’m the master of these little games, is that he was just hoping I have some dark secret that I fear will be exposed, and if he just hints he knows something, this will keep me from coming after him. This is like something you read in like, The 48 Laws of Power, Robert Greene books, “Dark Triad” stuff. I guarantee he is listening to books on tape of this shit. Look up what that is if you don’t know. Then look at Fuentes. I promise you, you will never be able to unsee it. And you will watch his show, and see him doing this thing like he thinks no one sees it, and you will lose your shit like you just watched a morbidly obese woman fall down a set of concrete stairs.
Finally, I thought “it is actually possible I told him I have bastard children with hookers, some of which are possibly half Asian or perhaps quadroon Asian (which would make them whiter than Fuentes), though others are Slavic, and sometimes I tell people this in private?” I didn’t think I told him that, but then some mugu from his private chat made some comment about it and I was like “oh yeah maybe, definitely possible in a two-hour phone conversations where I’ve had a few I would mention that (I mean I’ve said it on the site repeatedly over the years, granted people probably thought I was joking, but it’s not like, a super secret). All things being equal, I didn’t really want that out there, not because I give a fuck about someone who thinks like, my internet personality suffers because I got some hookers pregnant a few or maybe more than a few times, but because I care about my children, obviously. Even if they are racially impaired. That means nothing to me, in terms of the love I have for them. I don’t want them getting sucked into some shit and trolled or whatever. But I’m in a better situation now, I’m getting my custodies, one bastard at a time I am getting my custodies and bringing all my family together, as it should be. So it’s like, okay, I’ll spill those beans. I spilled them on my secret forum he reads obsessively.
Take a minute to imagine this Robert Greene Mexican homo scheming to go after my kids, which could involve real world harm, even physical, let alone their socials and so on (these kids are mostly teenagers now, all the Asian ones are) because I said I didn’t want to be friends with him anymore on a semi-private forum. This is a serial killer type personality, and like the dumbest type of serial killer personality who reads pop nonfiction “advice for psychopaths” books. And by “reads” I mean “listens to audio books.” This fellow is definitely not a reader.
But the point of that whole story is this: all of these faggots who say that seeing your child for the first time is the most magical experience are just complete faggots. Sorry! Hey, sorry! And no, you racist, it’s not because they’re Asian, one of these bastards is from a totally fresh 18-year-old Slavic girl who literally just showed up from the village and looks like a Hitler advertisement. I’d say the experience is better than Weapons, better than Peacemaker Season 2 (which is woke btw but the anti-Nazi shit if you’re watching it in the reverse is fun), but not as good as like, Ace Ventura.
I think the experiences of like teaching the kid to ride the bike or the motorcycle or whatever, maybe those are magical, I was denied those. I have teenagers I’ve never met showing up. Insane the connection we feel immediately though. And that they feel together. Very wholesome stuff, wish we could do reality TV, but we won’t and they’ll never be on camera. But the fun part is that they are all like, “dad can you help me, I’m trying to fuck with these people on the internet.” Which circles around to where this is all going. (Oh except my hapa quadroon daughter, who is more like “I’m trying to fuck these people from the internet.” This is just. Man, I do not know. I’m like feeding her alcohol starting at 3PM on Fridays so she is too drunk to go out. What am I supposed to do about this? I didn’t raise her. She shows up at the airport as a full grown woman.)
Anyway, the lucky upshot of this is that I can explain why I had to “get a real job” to get money a few years back. When it was just me, it was fine using donation money to pay for my like, $800 a month lifestyle (plus all the other shit in my life caused by the site), but I wasn’t comfortable using donation money to pay for my kids. I respect Peter Brimelow. I don’t really know why I respect him, I never found his writing impressive at all, and the one clip I have of him talking about me can best be described as “damning with faint praise.” But I guess I’m supposed to respect him because he ran a low traffic boomer white nationalism website for 30 years or whatever and because he has an upper class British accent. Anyway, V-Dare was the opposite of me, super low with the energy, super aggressive with the fundraising, and in these hardcore interstitial begging ads, Brimelow would post a picture of his wife and kids! Like “hey, can you guys pay for my wife and kids for me because I edit a blog”??? WHAT? To make it ten trillion times worse, this is his second family!
He is like 80 with a 30-year-old wife. Which you know, hey, I am never going to judge that, but I will judge you for expecting others to pay for it! What percentage of young people can even afford one family? And he is going to use aggressive interstitials. This is the most offensive e-begging campaign I’ve ever seen in my life. I would have told him to say “the libs and the dem media are doing me up because I stabbed a guy at Taco Bell, but it was a black, this was completely in self-defense, the libs are out to get me.” I’d drop a 5-spot if Brimmy shanked a nog at the Bell at 3AM. I’m not paying for your second family, bro. This is like posting a picture of a yacht and saying you need donations to make payments – “we’re asking for your support once again, as I am working my best to save the white race by editing a blog with 25,000 monthly uniques, the libs and the dem media cancel culture warriors are trying to repossess my yacht.”
Anyway. Hey. I’m not trying to diss Brimelow. I suspect he hates niggers even more than I do, and I trust a general consensus (though I have no idea what the basis for it is) that he deserves respect like Jared Taylor and Anthony Cumia. And I don’t deserve any respect because boomers get confused by satire like 18th century British elites discussing the suggestion of eating Irish children.
I understand that I haven’t revealed what the project is. I have shot off in all kind of different directions. Of course, the reason is – wait for it – the project is still a secret and I don’t want to drop any spoilers yet. It’s not ultra secret, and you can find me dropping bits here and there, but things are constantly evolving.
I will tell you what I think you can know about the project:
- This is an AV project. That means it will have both audio and video.
- I already revealed that it will be fun. That will be the main thing. It is going to be political, but I am going through everything that made the halcyon days of the Stormer great, and figuring out how to bring back all of those key elements that made it great.
- Heavy community vibe, sense of common purpose, people having fun together.
- Even some longtime fans are going to be confused by it, potentially for months. Though not so confused that they won’t get laughs. But I know that some people are not going to immediately pick up on the deeper thing that is happening. And there is no shame in that. This is very high concept. And that sentence is entirely serious.
- There will be a paywall, because I have no other way to monetize, and this is going to be extremely expensive to operate. I am not doing superchats. This is tacky and grotesque, and no one serious does superchats. Can you imagine Tucker Carlson reading superchats? They are garbage content. (That said, we are toying with the idea of bonus “casual” shows with superchats and interactions with non-superchats. But no superchats on the real show. This is going to be very serious business.) Obviously there will be free shows as well, but some of them are going to have to be paywalled, because that is just the reality of the situation.
- I can’t reveal a first date yet. I will say that I want it to be before Valentine’s Day. That is, before a year after I stopped regular Stormer Daily. I think it’s unlikely I’ll meet that date unless the stars really align for us, but it will be in that range. I can’t make any promises at all, but the closest thing to a promise I am willing to make is: “I’m pretty darn sure it will be up and running before summer.”
- After a potential period of confusion, I promise that every Daily Stormer fan is going to love this. Unless I just totally suck. People have said I suck on podcasts, and I know that, but I am very good at content, and I am already filming myself and critiquing myself and working on a voice that is less mumbly. Oh and the other thing, just to be real, a lot of these podcasts people say I suck on were very late at night for me and I was usually “in the cups” as they say. Maybe also “in the xans” as they might also say. I’m going to arrange my schedule so when I’m streaming, I’m bright eyed and bushy tailed and on coffee alone. I mean I will probably drink on the show some, because it will be a party show where I drink with the audience, though I will not be getting “drunk” on the show. I am committed to giving the best performance possible, at any cost. And yes, it will get better over time, obviously, as I learn the new medium, but that is all this is: a new medium. The content will be the same, and I am very good at the content, so I just have to learn a new delivery mechanism.
As we get closer, I will be revealing more information, and also probably doing a donation drive, for the cameras and so on. The real cost is going to be the servers, which are going to be obscenely expensive. I might only have the archives of the free shows on torrent. We shall see. And even with the paywalled shows, I am going to beg anyone with the ability to use torrent (we’ll have a private tracker thingie where you have to have a sub to get the torrent). But we will have to provide downloads from servers for people who can’t use torrent, at least for the paid shows, and we will have to have the streams live on our servers. So it is going to be brutal, and there is no way I don’t lose money the first year (short of generous donations, which I am trying to figure out perks for that do not involve reading superchats on my show, which I will not do – unless there is a second casual show, which I am leaning towards, both because it is an added bonus for subs, it will allow superchats, and most importantly, it will allow more audience interaction and a chance for the audience to give us ideas about things we should be doing. And when you know the theme, you will be wanting to give ideas.)
We will be setting up a Telegram soon, so people can follow the happenings. I will also post photos on here.
Oh, and just to be clear: I am still going to write some stuff on the site. Right now, I am maniacal about the show, and it is hard to focus on anything else. But at the very least, every show will have a good long article attached to it when it is posted, talking about the topics. I’m still figuring out how that will be written, because if it is written before the stream, we may miss key elements, but I want to get the shows up fast with an article. So I will probably write an article based on the show notes, then edit it to add any spontaneous things that happened. Or, perhaps, it will not really be a summary of the show, but a written commentary on the themes of the show, and therefore can be written the day before it airs.
There is a very, very long list of details like this to work out.
But here’s the guarantee: if you like this website’s content, especially if you like classic Stormer and funny Stormer, you are going to love this show. Or your money back. No jk, I can’t give money back, everyone has to pay with crypto (which is now VERY EASY with Bitcoin on Venmo and Cash App and my system of individual addresses for every user, but it will not be possible to issue refunds, and even if it was, I wouldn’t do it.) But watch the free shows, and then you will know if you want to pay.
Also, I’m very interested in Nostr right now, and we may be doing the official chat on there. Both the free chat and the paid chat. Obviously, people who pay will get a separate chat. That’s another thing we’re figuring out, but check out Nostr. @jack actually delivered. No one thought it was going to happen, except for me. I always believed in him. And it is definitely the future.
Hopefully, some minor fraction of my excitement is coming across here. My true level of excitement is impossible to communicate, and you will not understand it until you see the show.
Get excited. This is real. Nothing but bullets can stop me at this point.
This is happening.
I love you all, and it is my love for you that drives me to do this. Also my midlife crisis. But mostly my love for you.