While it’s no surprise to me that a lot of the younger generation from the early 2000’s and onward have become an increasingly larger demographic in our right wing movement, I feel, as someone who is slightly older, that when I look upon these young faces, despite seeing their drive and motivation to fix the current situation that faces us, they don’t quite understand the world they were born into. This article isn’t strictly about any specific point of our movement, but more of a perspective and nostalgia piece. It is my hope, that by writing this for you, you are one of our younger members of the Dissident Right, and that you will understand what the world was like before the one you exist in right now.
In some ways, it’s crazy to think that now there are kids in their teens who have no recollection of events that shaped the world we live in today, outside of what they read in a book or saw in a YouTube video. As someone who lived through these major changes, I have an entirely different perspective. Because of this, those of us who live through times past have a much different perspective than one who may have only learned about it second hand or not lived through it all.
I miss back when…
Every time I hear this song it evokes deep nostalgia for older times and, in some cases, a life I never lived and never will be able to live. I’m sure this feeling is shared by many, in different ways, due to the disparity of the age demographics in our movement, both young and old. For the sake of conveying this feeling I’m talking about, I’m going to stick to a time more familiar to me, the 90’s and the early 00’s.
This is not to say I’m old, far from it, but I’m not as young as I once was, and as we get older all of us experience what happens when our generation is no longer relevant; how we are cast to the side as a relic of times gone by. If you are reading this, and are too young to have experienced it, don’t worry, it will happen to you as it has all of us.
Kids and teenagers of today will never truly understand how different the world was and felt from the 80’s, 90’s and even the early 00’s, just like I will never understand, no matter my desire, how the world and our society was in the 1950’s. Things were simpler and less developed and I’d argue that that was a good thing. There was a greater sense of community and people were less divided than they are today or so it seemed, at least on the surface.
Back then, in the days before 9/11, we were much more optimistic, happier even, and better off than we are today. We didn’t need to advertise whatever dull, vain or uninteresting thing we had going on in our lives to appear relevant. This was before social media.
So many things these days are tied to our image, instead of being genuine and honest people, the way most of us used to be. That’s not to say there weren’t scumbags or Tumblr thots back then, but it did seem like there was a hell of a lot less of them.
You felt perfectly safe leaving your door unlocked or having your neighbor watch your house. You didn’t have to worry about SJW’s ruining everything. Heck, they didn’t even exist in the numbers they do today. Even if you did find one, they were the kind that everyone realized that there was something wrong with them; no questions needed or asked. The days of yesteryear are the last days in which the sane and normal people ran the world and it showed. If you were a faggot, it wasn’t something you were born with, it was just plain wrong. If you wanted to cut your penis off and pretend to be a woman, it was wrong. The mentally ill weren’t made out to be idols and celebrated.
Back in those days, Muslims weren’t making bombs next door to your house, nor was he running a training facility to teach kids to shoot up schools. You could go to Sam’s Club or Costco and not feel like you were in a bazaar in Libya. It’s hard to explain all of this if you never lived it. It still felt like we did good in the world, unlike today. If you’re like me and grew up in the South, it felt like an entirely enchanted world far different from today’s South filled with “modern” architecture, a Chipotle every five miles away and Christmas in November, and, well, you’re starting to get the idea.
Back in our day, if you wanted something, you went to a store where you got to physically see what you were buying and inspect it. This getting “out and about” way of doing things got you in contact with people and, in a way, closer to God. You made new friends in public settings, instead of just at your job or school. The world felt so much more alive and real back then, unlike the cold, stale, and artificial plastic world we find ourselves in, where we drown out our deep inner sorrows in a manner of destructive and negative ways. A drone wasn’t going to deliver your Marvel knickknack the next day, while you sat in your pajamas playing Xbox.
Back then was a time where people were still good to one another, everything was closed on Sunday, children were seen and not heard, men still held the door, people waved at you and greeted you with a smile. Times when drinking water from the hose on a hot summer day didn’t worry you because “something might be in the water or bacteria.” Days when you went camping in the woods with your old man, where you were truly out in nature; no cell phones, no RV and no one complaining about the campfire you had going. The days when you turned on the radio in your truck and country music still played – real country music, not Luke Bryan trash. Back when people still had manners, even if it was fake on the surface, it was still something, unlike today.
Increasingly, the last remnants of yesteryear fade slowly into the past, growing ever smaller and smaller, only remaining in the hearts of those who lived those times. Our home was such a different place back then and now it’s becoming as cold and barren as the rest of this post-modern globalist nightmare.
It is up to us to bring the good times back. Within each of us lies the answers to all of the problems we face and it is up to us to take up the mantle that rightfully belongs to us. It is time to realize that we have collectively been sold a bill of lies and it’s perfectly okay to be angry over the state of affairs we find ourselves in today.
No more compromises, no more pandering and definitely no more apologizing. We will not be brow beaten and we shall not fade away like a distant memory. We do not accept what has been done and what continues to be planned. Our time is now, our time is here.
I don’t know about you, but I miss back when, and if you don’t already, one day you will too.
When Otto isn’t turning wrenches, you can hear the sound of him griping to himself about the state of the modern world echoing off the pine and oak trees that he emerges on occasion to harass carpetbaggers and Yankees.