In Which I report on the Evil Masterminds of GamerGate
It was a very last minute trip and I arrived in Paris very late Friday night, checked into my hotel, which, having been picked at random for convenience, turned out to be in a slightly Beirut-looking part of town, and went to sleep after eating the two packets of crisps I had got on the Eurostar.
Yet the Hotel room was not without a certain charm despite it being the size of a small cupboard. This was in the bathroom.
In case you can’t see it the caption says:
La Joconde, Musee du Loo-vre
In the morning I had to get back to Gare du Nord to collect a ritualistic item, too dangerous to be allowed to travel with human cargo, due to the Evil emanations of Ancestral Evil, that would allow one of the nefarious characters I would meet later that day to potentially accept me as blood-brother of his savage tribe, while I similarly welcomed him to continue to reside, immigrant though he is, in my own Ancestral Lands.
Back in my Hotel cupboard I showered, changed and then got to the venue early, though it was closed, because I was starving and had not had a chance to eat from the night before. When I was done, I joined the small group that had already formed outside Le Killy-Jen, where much evil was already afoot, and more evil being planned.
I met up with the Supreme Lord of the Evil Legion of Evil, Vox Day himself, who was giving a brief and professional rundown to the security detail.
It was interesting, having worked as a professional in close protection services, to note that Vox was both thorough and sensible in his approach to security, and that the guys he had picked did the work well. Though it was ultimately completely unnecessary on this occasion, many of the attendees were quite relieved when they realised some security was present. It is beyond me how the mass-media and the lying SJWs could even think of labelling the GamerGaters as the vicious racist misogynists, blah, blah, etc. because apart from the obvious rule #1 whenever dealing with SJWs, which is that they lie, they always lie, the reality is that from what I could see these were the mildest, shyest horde of baby-eating mass-murderering misogynist homophobic scum I ever saw.
It was clear that more than a few of the people here were shy, a little nervous and just generally feeling a little insecure. After I offered to buy a few drinks to random strangers and Vox and his imaginary wife @SpaceBunnyday did the same, along with Mike Cernovich and his lovely fiancee @ShaunaGee, the atmosphere began to be more relaxed and even the shyer types began having conversations.
What I found interesting was that the people there ranged from the really shy, probably never-been-invited-out-to-a-party type of geek, who, however, when you gently engaged them, as is always the case, turned out to be just a gentle soul that life had perhaps been a little cruel to in terms of the circumstances which led to them feeling a little bit like an outcast, to the flamboyantly excessive Milo Yannopoulos (on which more later) but there was one overwhelmingly clear aspect which connected us all.
We were all sick of the lies of the SJWs. Each participant I spoke to had their own specific little story, but, because I am a simple observer after all, I noted that, each time, the essential difference was honesty.
What we, normal, decent people are utterly and completely sick of, is the SJWs contempt for facts, reality and truth. We are sick of their lies and utter hypocrisy. In other words, SJWs, we are sick of your FILTHY LIES, and we will begin to expose you in earnest.
It doesn’t matter if you are a couple of punk-rocker kids with piercings, tattoos, coloured or weirdly shaped hair, a Japanese man who now only speaks French, an outrageous Gay man (or woman), nor the shade of your skin, your belief or lack thereof in a higher power, or your politics. The one thing we definitely all agreed on was:
SJWs ALWAYS LIE
If you are theologically inclined, SJWs are, without a doubt, The People of the Lie.
If you are a secularist/Atheist/Agnostic SJWs are, without a doubt, Liars and Hypocrites.
If you are a noble savage (which to a great deal encompasses me) they are people with no Honour, no Word, no Spine, and no use.
They are parasitic vermin and should be clearly identified as the liars and hypocrites they are EVERYWHERE YOU GO and EVERYWHERE YOU FIND THEM.
Vox, Milo and Mike each gave a very brief speech and Mike perhaps said it best in making it very simple, but they all had the same message, though Vox perhaps focused more on games, being a game designer, and Milo had a half-dozen more references to literal works, possibly Shakespeare, and God only knows what else, because the man is probably one of the wittier people I have ever met.*
In essence they all said the same thing, and I paraphrase:
It doesn’t matter what your politics are. I have no idea what any of your politics are, but we can all agree that we enjoy doing certain things together, irrespective of if you are male, female, religious, non-religious, right-leaning, left-leaning or a-political. We are all here, able to respect and interact with each other, play games with each other, have a drink together and find that common ground we do have and ignore the differences, so that we can treat each other as friends.
Fuck the SJWs and all their bullshit.
Ok so that last sentence was really me quoting me instead of paraphrasing Vox, Milo or Mike, but you get the idea.
A couple of interesting points were that although Milo doesn’t know me from a bar of soap, my first words to him were pretty much something like this:
“Milo, you don’t know me at all, and I have just watched a few of your online videos and I hope you don’t mind my putting it in these terms, but you need to know, it is an accolade I never thought I would ever say to a homosexual man, but in your case it is definitely fitting: You sir, are a truly FABULOUS FAGGOT!”
Everyone laughed and Milo, thankfully, because he’s a smart man, understood how I meant it, even though my original statement was probably not as eloquent as I wrote it above and may have been more along the lines of: “Excuse my French, but you’re a fabulous faggot!”
Given my shaved head he probably thought I was a drunk Neo-nazi with deeply unresolved homosexual urges.**
It was a real pleasure to meet up with Vox and his lovely imaginary wife SpaceBunny, as well as Milo and Mike and his fiancee Shauna, though, due to my general ignorance I was not familiar with Mike and Shauna before this meet-up.
We took pictures, and of course, in truly reverse Stalinist methodology, instead of airbrushing people out, we, GamerGaters, Rabid Puppies and general shock troops against the SJWs, airbrush people IN. So any pictures you see of SpaceBunny, don’t be fooled, she’s just a CGI. And the couple of hours I spent talking with her was just due to someone spiking my drink. I would blame Milo but I am reliably informed I am not his type, so it had to be Vox. You know you can’t trust those peyote munching Redskins. Or maybe it was part of the ritual introduction into his tribe. Hopefully, as I hallucinated SpaceBunny as being real it’s all good now and I’m in.
SpaceBunny, despite being completely fictitious and imaginary, of course, also happens to have been particularly insightful, because after about 10 minutes of conversation with me she pointed out that Malwyn, may be one of my exes. I was stumped for a witty retort. As my scandalous past flashed before my eyes, it was clear that his could indeed be a fact.
Now, for your enjoyment and complete acceptance as fact, please note this photograph of Vox, Milo, Mike and Allum. Shauna is real and she was also taking pictures, so we didn’t need to airbrush her in like SpaceBunny.
And here is me, the natural bridge between Vox Day, the Supreme Lord of Darkness and Leader of the Evil Legion of Evil, the hordes of Vile Faceless Minions, the most racist, homophobic, misogynist since Atilla the Hun and Milo Yannopaulos, the most homophobic, femi-Nazi-Hunter-par-excellance, wittiest, and most Fabulous Homosexual in the Western Hemisphere.***
I am not sure what that makes me, but as of now, my official title will be Dago, Exiled Martian Warlord of Cydonia. [Update: The Dread Ilk at Vox Popoli have voted and much like in the Red Indians of Vox’s ancestry, a name was given me by the tribe. Apparently I am now simply The Kurgan It was Cataline Sergius that started it, in comment 24 here, but the rest of the Dread Ilk apparently agreed.] Just so you know, I am hellbent on the annexation of this miserable planet, so I can enslave you all into building me one functioning hyperspace ship that will allow me to get back out there and reconquer the Galaxy, as I was intended to do from the start. With my scantily clad, all-female, loyal, sex-slave crew.
It will be for our enemies to decide how misogynist, racist, homophobic etc. etc. this all makes me.
All I can say is the Evil at this gathering was delicious. And I even overheard Vox and Milo planning much more Evil to come. I sipped my Tequila sunrise, possibly spiked with Peyote, reminiscing about the possible Malwyns in my past and wondering just how many SJWs carcasses it will take to build even just a small hyperspace generator. I think many. Life is good.
*The one I do recall, which was a throw-away line in the midst of many, was something about being in a city where you can troll people by telling them to eat cake. The man is seriously funny, but you do have to be widely read, smart and quick to catch it all. He should probably wear some futuristic apparatus that slows down his words and projects Encyclopaedia Britannica references as holograms around him so normal people can keep up.
**Never mind that I have never been drunk in my life, am on record as basically saying Nazis should be fought and defeated everywhere you find them without mercy (yes they are still around and yes, many of them have mutated into SJWs) and that I am well and truly as heterosexual as it is possible to be.
***He will definitely cut me the next time I see him for not saying “in The World” (but we have to give you some aspirations to keep you fighting the good fight Milo!)
Your Moving to Italy and the Kurganate
Omnia Vincit Amor
Introduction
This post will be fairly long and will cover the basics of wanting to move to Italy to join a growing community of real Catholics intent on reclaiming the Church from the claws of the impostors and Satanists that currently pretend to impersonate Priests, Bishops and Popes of Catholicism.
As many of you know, I was named The Kurgan by a group of people that read Vox Popoli.
As even more of you know, after some 45 years as a wild heathen, I was baptised on Ascension day 2017 after several years of intense research into the One True, Holy and Apostolic Catholic Church, which, as anyone who knows me at all will tell you, has NOTHING to do with the Church of Moloch run by the Vicar of Pedophiles on Earth Bergoglio.
My position is commonly referred to as Sedevacantist although I prefer the term Sedeprivationist since it is technically more correct. If you are interested in the topic you may want to read my short book BELIEVE! on the subject (about 2 hours to read and it has many references for further study) or if you are more serious and want all the gory details, you may want to read Reclaiming the Catholic Church, which is:
So that’s the introduction to the belief system. Now a little more context. Italy is the home of one of the best organised and largest Sedeprivationist organisations on the Planet, and you can find out more about them here.
You will find mass centres and dates they serve them wherever they operate at their site along with excellent articles and a bookshop of various publications, most of them in Italian.
As I have been asked a number of times about what it takes to move to Italy and would it be possible to build a proper Catholic community that in essence replicates to some extent or other the actions of the Monks who in the 4th and 5th Century retreated from the world and build monasteries and then farmed them and worked the land to produce a surfeit of goods and value that ultimately ended up not only invigorating and growing Catholicism, but civilising the world. Of course, history does not repeat and we are not monks. But there are resonances and one thing we can learn from the past is that once the monasteries became fruitful and wealthy they were raided by Vikings.
So… the Kurganate will aim to have walls and crusaders manning them even as the fields are being worked and made fruitful.
Practicalities in General Terms of Moving to Italy
There are several factors to consider.
On each of those things you will have to find your own way. Suffice it to say that the Kurganate will not be accepting non-vaccine injected shedders. If you think this is all tin-foil hat stuff, I only have one thing to say to you, since you are clearly not a thinking human being: This is not the place for you. Go elsewhere.
The practical aspects are relatively simple:
Of course, Italian bureaucracy is a nightmare and despite the simple steps above, it may require additional bits of info, for example, you are supposed to register with eh local police when you arrive and you should do it sharpish (within 2 weeks) and the place you are staying in, if owned by someone else has to state you are there within 24 hours. Mostly these rules if not completely followed there will be a way to make good, but it’s best to do the right thing from the start.
Fiscal codes can be applied for online and received relatively problem free, but can take a long time; or not at all. In typical Italian fashion it can take from a few days to 6 weeks. Here is a sample site for Americans but find the one relative to your country.
General points about Italy
The Kurganate
The Kurganate will be in one of the Northern Regions of Italy, it will be composed exclusively of Sedeprivationists/Sedevacantists who are actual Catholics and NOT LARPING at it. I have seen groups form online and then translate into meatspace too of “Good Christian Men” from various Protestant traditions and Eastern “Orthodox” and Norco “Catholics” and invariably they become a kind of social club. The Kurganate is not a social club. It is an earnest reality of Catholics taking their religion, land and laws back. If you need an analogy for it think of it as a real life Crusader Kings. Except it’s not a game. It’s real.
The Catholics I consider part of it are in every case people who will go out of their way to make this happen. They give each other money. Without expecting it back. They work all hours of the day and sometimes night to help each other out. They ALL reject the fake Novus Orco Church, Vatican II and all their fake clergy and they will only take proper Catholic Mass that is non una-cum (meaning the fake Pope is not in any way mentioned at the Mass). There is no amount of LARPING that will get a couple with 6 young kids to go to Mass every Sunday without fail. There are no fakers and it will become apparent very quickly if you are faking it, or wanting to join because it sounds like a good idea, or you want some new friends, or you think it might be good for security down the line but you don’t really believe all that Catholic stuff. My advice to such people is to go elsewhere. Form your own community. You will not fit in the Kurganate, and we have no hesitation in making sure those who are pretend Catholics, who do not reject Vatican II and all its poison fruit in toto are excluded from everything that we do. We’d sooner have a nice enough Agnostic or Buddhist live near us than a fake Catholic. We purge those who pretend at Catholicism harder for they have no excuse for their errors once they come into contact with the information. That said, it is a matter of Catholic dogma that conversion by force or coercion is anathema, so no one will ever be pressured to convert. And of course, if you don’t believe like us, don’t share the same religion and ways of thinking as us (reason and logic being a mainstay of Catholicism) then there is little reason why you should want to hang around with us too.
No doubt, because I have called it the Kurganate, many will think it’s a personality cult or some kind of sect. Let them think what they want. the reality is that every single man and woman that is part of our community understands the concept of hierarchy, in heaven as it is on Earth. And those who are best suited for a role lead in that role. Aside from that, each man is his own person and makes his own choices. I would no more presume to teach a farmer or a schoolteacher anything about their chosen profession, and in similar fashion, I do not expect the farmer or the schoolteacher to tell me how to go about creating a functioning community that will continue to grow in time and space. But if someone feels they are better at the task, then let them create their own Catholic community, Barony, Kingdom, Citadel, or whatever name you want to give it. If theirs expands faster and better than mine and it too is Catholic, then well met; you might even gain our little community’s allegiance.
Parting points
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By G | 6 May 2021 | Posted in Catholicism, Christianity, News, Sedeprivationism, Social Commentary, Travel