Eulogy for someone who richly deserves it.
Some time ago I was shocked and greatly saddened to learn that a friend, a long-time associate, had recently passed away. He was still relatively young; he definitely died before his time. I do not wish to mention any further details, as, frankly, I know there are some who would react to the news in a manner different than I. However, to those who know to whom I refer with this eulogy, the following statement may be relevant.
I “met” my friend more or less at the beginning of my entrance into Internet activity; unfortunately, and to my regret, I never did get to meet him in person. Such is the cost of the Internet, which takes away in personal interaction which it provides with its other advantages. Nevertheless, after years of online interaction, such as it is, I did get to know the fellow quite well, and appreciated not only his intelligence and fine sense of humor, and the important assistance he provided to me and others on various projects, but his sense of realism and proportion as well. I also appreciated this person’s respect for my work, and his oft-cited vote of confidence in the utility of that work.
Importantly, my friend knew quite well that much of “The Movement” was (and is) a joke, and had been for a very long time. He had, in fact, significant experience — decades of experience — with activism and its personages, and his comments on this topic were right on target. In a world of “easy online racialists” and various other unrealistic blowhards, this person’s level-headed sanity will be sorely missed.
A Counter-Currents article  discusses some of these problems in the “movement,” including leadership. Since some of this is similar to the opinions of my associate, it’s worth considering an interesting quote:
. . . the Right is its own worst enemy. Our movement is riven with enormous egos and obsessional people. So many among our ranks are convinced that only they hold the correct solution, and are so much in love with their own ideas that they will not tolerate even a slight disagreement over matters of philosophy or policy. I’m not a psychologist and will not attempt to speculate on why the Right is so prone to this phenomenon, although it seems endemic to all social movements, even if the Right in recent decades clearly suffers from a particularly acute case of it.
This problem isn’t restricted to those who start organizations, either. Whenever someone starts something that enjoys even a little bit of success, the jangling chorus of detractors and conspiracy theorists begins to make itself heard, eager to rip it apart. A common way to do this is to attack the characters of the people behind it, often, but not always, based upon information from dubious sources. In this way, we do our enemies’ work for them. It’s no wonder that few intelligent or talented people can stomach being involved with the Right for very long before they go away in frustration.
Again, these insights are very similar to those often expounded upon by my deceased associate.
Indeed, what does it say when even Negroes and Arabs – whom many WNs view as “inferior” – are better able to organize than whites? For example, on Oct. 16, 2011, commenting on a Counter-Currents blog post, “Izakk” wrote:
John Morgan recently wrote a dynamite article  for this website that talked about how community organizing is precisely what groups like Hezbollah and the Hamas have done, and it’s why they tend to attract people’s trust — not just angry, basement-dwelling men. Malcolm X, in his autobiography, wrote about how the most enthusiastic members of the Nation of Islam, when he promoted it, were young women, because he spoke in a way that directly addressed their fears and worries, and he was very community-oriented.
Yes. Instead of the usual “movement” freakishness, esoteric Gnostic nonsense, science-denial, divisive subracialism, obsessing over population genetic minutiae (which I am as guilty of as anyone else), pontifications about “being” and other conservative-philosophical claptrap, doom saying, lowbrow racial slurs, etc. etc. etc. — instead, actual community organizing! Who would have ever thought it? Amazing! Unheard of! However, since most of the “movement” precisely is composed of “angry, basement-dwelling men,” don’t hold your breath for any of that — real practical organizing — to happen for whites any time soon. Better to have Internet blog flame wars on topics the average white person doesn’t know about, or wouldn’t care a whit about even if he did know.
It is doubtful any of this can be changed by a planned, active intervention, and few in the “movement” — enjoying the madness of their activist “playpen” — would even wish for any change. More likely things will muddle forward, with the more probable result being complete racial collapse. A less probable, but more positive, outcome would be some sort of progress which will occur in a spontaneous, unplanned manner, due to societal collapse bringing forth a real movement and real leadership to light the way forward.
I hope I am wrong. But changing the way things are in the “movement” will first require identification and acknowledgement of some of the problems. As controversial as this may be, perhaps Counter-Currents can be a forum at which some useful discussion on these matters can take place.
Time to step off my “soapbox” and finish the eulogy. However, given what I know of my friend, I’m sure he would have appreciated these critical comments.
In summary — in the unlikely event that we are successful in my lifetime, I will make sure that my friend is remembered, for his activism and his character both. And if we do not succeed, his deeds stand nonetheless. Accomplishment is its own reward. My friend was a fighter for the preservation of the European peoples; in that alone, he stands far above the average man in worth.
We are a link in a chain. A man dies, but as long as his PEOPLE survive, a piece of him remains.
I do not believe in any specific “life after death” and I doubt that my friend did as well; however, if he is anywhere now, it would be here. 
Hail and Farewell, friend.
Not present in body, but in our memories.
In the roll call of activists: PRESENT!