Twin Towers & Evil Twins

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On September 11, 2001, I was only a couple months out of high school, a couple months into my first marriage, and a couple months into my job at Radio Shack. My co-worker and I had our dozens of display televisions turned on, each one set to a different channel. I was a thousand miles away, but I felt the experience in my own chaotic and panoramic way. I was a thousand miles away, but experienced as much fear and anger as if it had happened to my hometown.

I remember the chill that came over me when my dad woke me up with a phone call and stated with uncharacteristic dread that “Son, our nation is under attack.” I shot up out of bed and peered out the window of my mold-rotted mustard yellow trailer, half-expecting to see Russian paratroopers descending on my trailer park. While the first blow was struck before I was awake, I experienced the terror of seeing the second jet strike the second tower in real-time. The surreal vision of a jumbo jet piercing through the tower made my blood run cold, and tears welled up in my eyes.

I called my co-worker and we both agreed to arrive at Radio Shack early in anticipation of a rush. We were quickly sold out of batteries, flashlights, and wind-up radios. Well, actually, we hid all but two of those in the stockroom. The gas station around the corner was jammed with cars, with more cars spilling out into the road. The price on the sign was $5.00, which was considered gouging at the time. We didn’t realize at the time that our small town was one of only a few throughout the Midwest that had that sort of run on gasoline on 9/11. From our vantage point, it appeared that the whole country was unraveling.

As the days passed, the events were contextualized and gradually digested. Policy wonks, cable news pundits, and pop culture icons feasted on it like maggots on a carcass. The feeling of absolute terror was replaced with a bored eye-roll. This epic world-historic event has since been beaten into the ground. Every single group along the political spectrum found a way to cram the event into whatever worldview they had held on 9/10. Every overwrought political video includes stock footage of the towers coming down. Every overheated argument boiled down to 9/11, challenging the Führer himself as the reductionist pseudo-intellectual’s bogeyman. It wasn’t really until 2008 that 9/11 finally jumped the shark, the last trace of America’s patience for mawkishness beaten into the ground by Rudy Giuliani ^[2]‘s humiliating presidential campaign.

I have sympathy for the tens of thousands of people who suffered personal tragedies at the hands of Osama Bin Laden’s fanatical reverse-imperialists, but it belongs in context. Several times more Whites were killed last year by Blacks in America’s simmering one-sided race war than have been killed by all the Islamic terrorist attacks on Americans combined. I hesitate to minimize anybody’s tragic loss, but I’m left with no choice but to demand some perspective when these same couple thousand corpses are paraded around year after year by warmongers and assorted hucksters attempting to milk yet more political capital from their pulverized remains.

But since I was asked, and since it’s a special anniversary, I’ll briefly offer my own opinion on the event.

I’m opposed to Islamism as a movement because it’s intrinsically globalist, anti-tribal, and anti-White. While Al Qaeda is primarily fueled at the grassroots level by righteous traditionalist and nationalist currents, still Al Quaeda, its Wahhabi religious school, and Islam in general, are anti-traditional imperial political machines.

Bin Laden’s Islamism is nearly as decadent as global capitalism and global Marxism. Yes, in case you missed it: I believe Al Qaeda is a bit less evil than Sean Hannity and Christopher Hitchens.

In Hitchens’ recent screed, Simply Evil ^[3], he congratulated himself and his godless global capitalist cabal for being morally superior to the Islamic radicals, casually ignoring the fact that his team’s pile of dead children is a mountain beside the molehill of corpses the Al Qaeda network and its satellites can claim. In a spell of unintended irony, he managed to explain why his opponent’s network is doomed by its own internal contradictions without pausing to realize that “our” civilization is choking to death on the same poison.

Ten years ago I wrote to a despairing friend that a time would come when al-Qaida had been penetrated, when its own paranoia would devour it, when it had tried every tactic and failed to repeat its 9/11 coup, when it would fall victim to its own deluded worldview and—because it has no means of generating self-criticism—would begin to implode. The trove recovered from Bin Laden’s rather dismal Abbottabad hideaway appears to confirm that this fate has indeed, with much labor on the part of unsung heroes, begun to engulf al-Qaida. I take this as a part vindication of the superiority of “our” civilization, which is at least so constituted as to be able to learn from past mistakes, rather than remain a prisoner of “faith.”

“Our” civilization has no means of self-criticism. It isn’t learning from past mistakes—it’s doubling down on all of them! We borrow ourselves into a corner, then try to borrow our way out of that corner. We flood our nation with a torrent of Third World immigrants, then try to solve the ensuing poverty and decline with more enticements for more immigrants. We meddle in the Islamic world until enough people on the “Arab street” are furious enough to enable Bin Laden’s scheme to bring the war over here, then respond by meddling that much harder in the Islamic world. This car has no brakes. There is no feedback loop. We’re all hostages to a secular “faith” which is even more ridiculous than Osama’s rank superstition because its claims are both falsifiable and proven false.

Bin Laden may have died just short of the anniversary, but he died a winner. Like a talented Internet troll, he constructed a conceptual frame with 9/11 that his hapless opponents mindlessly stumbled right into. He demonstrated with the same confidence of Benjamin Franklin with his kite that America’s war machine can only destroy and—being completely incapable of replacing what it destroys with anything sustainable—will eventually exhaust itself in the Sisyphean task of trying to buy and bomb their way to victory over men and women with traditional hearts and transcendent ideals.

Al Qaeda isn’t winning in Iraq, Afghanistan, or Libya. The men who are winning are the traditional people who are fighting for their nations and religion. Bin Laden instigated a fight between global capitalism and traditional tribes, and the team he was rooting for won. Who would have thought at the beginning of this decade that America’s military-industrial machine was no match for impoverished desert tribesmen? Therein lies the genius of his strategy. Bin Laden’s victory hasn’t been completely realized yet, but he’s bled trillions from our treasuries, and we have nothing but humiliation and defeat to show for it. Our elites are running out of options. They are losing the patience of the American population they rely upon for their supplies of legitimacy, wealth, and dead soldiers.

Bin Laden attacked my country and his death was a victory for us. But the only true victory will come when the international bankers and Jewish cosmopolitans who are the implacable enemies of all humanity are defeated and deposed. Only then, after the traditional American people regain control of their destiny, will the traditional people of the Islamic world find peace and relief from this “American” aggression. We White Americans are considered among the foremost enemies of the world because we’re the most visible and powerful puppets of the global elites. It’s why we were attacked.

Some folks, including some racialists and nationalists–namely Anders Breivik–believe we should unite against Islam as our foremost opponent in response to 9/11, other terrorists attacks, and the ongoing Islamic invasion of Europe. This is a dangerous distraction which will only play into the hands of our true enemies. Our true enemies are the Jews and corporate cronies at the helm of Western Civilization. With them deposed and authentic and indigenous tradition-directed leadership at the helm, we’ll have the power and will to expel our hostile invaders, balance our bankrupt budgets, empower our struggling workers, and invigorate our barren families.

The attack on the World Trade Center was an attack on both the American people and their leaders. We, the American people, can and will recover from the attack. Our leaders; however, were dealt a body blow and led into a trap. For that reason (and with the utmost respect for the good people whose lives were tragically cut short), I believe 9/11 will ultimately prove to have been a turning point in the right direction for Western Civilization. The final victors of the fight Bin Laden kicked off ten years ago will be neither our greedy global capitalists nor his barbaric global Islamists, but the traditional peoples of both the East and West who will emerge after both evil empires have been defeated.