Two weeks ago, just after writing my last article, I came to the realization that I was too old for this. I published the piece, then made the usual rounds on Telegram. A few people were talking about Striker’s new substack articles, combined with the success of Striker and Warren’s new show “Warstrike”. Their first episode received over 10k views on Odysee, and over one thousand on Rumble.
The commentariat brought this to my attention, thinking that it’d be relevant for the Steak Knives series. Makes sense, as I had already publicly stated my hope that Striker would wake from his political hibernation and collaborate with Warren to start something to compete against TRS. Yet, once it happened, I realized that couldn’t possibly care less.
I haven’t watched the show, so I can’t comment as to its quality. I did read the first of Striker’s articles, albeit a few days late, and thought it was fine.
British historicist Arnold Toynbee once described Judaism as a unique aberration within the human experience. Fossilized in their fanatical hatred of non-Jews, Jews throughout history have been ready to violently oppose every single culture and nation they encountered, even at the cost of their internal intellectual and civilizational development. For the Jewish people, the story of “Hanukkah” is a vital reference point central to their antagonistic and insular identity.
Striker goes into the history of Hanukkah, and finds that it is, surprise surprise, yet another slander that Jews created, this time of the Greek Goyim. It’s nothing that should surprise any readers of this site, but it’s always nice to add this kind of journalism to our body of work.
But is it though?
I’ve been asking myself that question for a while now, not just with the collapse of the NJP, but for most of 2023. What are we doing here? What is the point of this? Why am I spending so many thousands of hours working away at this site? What is the tangible, positive impact I can point to, aside from entertaining the readers? I’ve come to the conclusion that there simply isn’t one.
I’ve written so much that I’ve forgotten what I’ve written about. Random things that stick in my mind, like the tranny who told everyone that he was a wolf, and was taken seriously on cable television, that Sam Smith fag who liked getting pissed on, or the “puppy playing” nuclear energy fag named Sam Brinton who got arrested for stealing women’s clothes at the airport. There was Madonna’s Sexy Dancing, and something about Denise Richards. Something about Ana Kasparian’s vagina exploding too.
Remember the Traffic Soyboys series? Remember Waukesha? Remember that time I called in to the Winnipeg Police for fourty five minutes? Remember Daniel Schmidt? What about the Gravocaust Slander? Did you know that in April, 2023, Mr. Beast, a popular YouTube Kids content producer, had one of his sidekicks troon out and then retweet cartoon CSAM? I totally forgot about that one, despite writing about it, and can’t even remember half the celebrities I cast for my “Daily Rake sits down with,” series, despite thinking that all of those articles are among my best.
The above is not even 10% of my total output. However, it shares something in common with the unnamed other 90% of my output; It has amounted to nothing. Nothing has changed because I decided to write anything, and nothing will change if I continue to write things. I will toil away for years and years and years and all my hair will turn grey and it won’t amount to anything. There comes a time when you are forced to look at the larger picture and rationally ask yourself if you’re spending your time productively.
Forget this site in particular. Instead, think of the “movement” commonly referred to as the “Alt Right” more broadly. It’s been around for ten years and the one and only real, tangible political victory that this “movement” can claim is that this one guy won a council position in Enid, Oklahoma. That’s not exactly a great return on ten years of collective effort, now is it?
In the Steak Knives series I’ve argued that there is no point in doing anything without a political party behind you, or at least a loose association of serious people actually running for office. The problem is that, well, that’s true, and there isn’t any serious political party that even pretends not to serve zionist interests in America or Canada. As a result, there’s not much point in doing political writing, now is there?
I have such a negative reaction to Striker’s new substack and show with Warren because I’ve seen this before, and seen it better. I’ve seen this infotainment back when people still had uncensored YouTube channels and Facebook accounts, and the numbers that these guys would pull were in the hundreds of thousands. I’ve seen what that amounted to, which is one small town councilor seat per decade.
So what’s the timetable for this new round of infotainment? Do we redpill da normies on Rumble for another decade before we win our next council seat? I’ve heard that there’s a part time volunteer librarian spot up for grabs in Prince George, Canada. Maybe if we all slave away together for the next five years we can think about snagging that position.
It’s impossible not to be snarky with these people, since they have produced so little. That’s even true of the infotainment itself. It occurred to me halfway through grinding out the Traffic Soyboys series that I was working far harder than anyone over at the NJP, who were too lazy to edit their own show, let alone perform the Herculean task of uploading clips to TikTok. The rest of the “dissident right” infotainment industrial complex was just as lazy. These people are entertainers, not political actors, and they suck at their jobs.
I haven’t published anything in more than fifteen days, but there was a time when I couldn’t go fifteen hours without working on the site. If I wasn’t going to post for a day I would announce this on the site, as well as on Telegram and Poast. Now I’ve taken an entirely unannounced two week vacation from the site. I should have announced this. I shouldn’t have allowed the readers to be so concerned. For example, I got the following comment under the last article.
“TDR are you still THERE? Did Hovator’s goons get to you? It’s been almost a week since you made a new post.”
The sad truth is that Tony Hovater’s goons didn’t get to me. What got to me is the realization that I have spent thousands of hours of my life toiling away making infotainment for people to consume and then do nothing about. Spending thousands of hours of my life accomplishing nothing isn’t hitting quite like it used to. The itch to write just hasn’t been there, for some strange reason.
I’d had these feelings before, which is why I quit the site late last year, only for the NJP implosion to happen. I felt that needed to be written about, but that was when I felt there was still something to be salvaged from the National Just Podcasts LLC. Unfortunately, while many of the rank and file were great, and very well-meaning, it’s over. I was murderously angry at the time, but I’ve moved on. The guys at TRS aren’t real political actors, and never have been. I care about them about as much as I care about English soccer players who retired fourty years ago.
I am tired of being attached to a “movement” run by totally disinterested “leadership,” far more interested in making money than doing anything substantive. I’ve watched my bank account slowly dwindle to nothing, while turning away people who wanted to give me money, since I felt that we ought to have a few more political victories first before taking payment. It’s very upsetting to see it all amount to this.
I was in my twenties when Hyphen Report started. I’m turning thirty two next month, and have already seen a few grey hairs infesting my beard. My knees hurt. The bags under my eyes have taken up permanent residence. I feel old, or at least too old to care about Striker’s Hawt New Substack. I can no longer justify these unproductive pursuits, and I’m kind of pissed that I blew these years on politics while being surrounded by so many totally unserious people.
I don’t mean you. I don’t blame average people for not taking the world upon their shoulders while I sit back on the sidelines. I do blame the Andrew Anglins, Nick Fuentes‘, and Mike Peinovichs of the world for squandering the great populist moment of 2014-2018 and giving us nothing.
Speaking of age, Andrew Anglin is 40, and last time I looked at him he was seething about not getting 13 year old pussy. “Young kid” Nick Fuentes is 28. The TRS guys are in their late 40’s, and have grey hair. They’re all too old to be playacting at politics, and so am I.
In early December I applied for work, and realized that I have a pretty hard to explain gap on my resume. Even still, I made it to the interview stage, and things seemed to go very well. However, things then mysteriously fell through, and I can’t help but think that this site didn’t help my cause.
I happily brought this upon myself. Serious political action needs to be undertaken seriously, and not with monikors like “Kikeslammer88.” I’ve laughed at self-proclaimed “moobment leaders,” who whine about doxxing, and have utter contempt for people who don’t want to sacrifice anything yet expect revolutionary political change.
But it’s one thing to sign up to be a soldier for the cause, suffering on the frontlines, cold every day, hungry, and facing constant death. It’s another to be cold everyday, hungry, and risk your life only to find out that you were never a part of any real military, and were just doing this on your own for no real benefit. It’s a feeling that I’m done having.
This site will remain up in perpetuity. There is a goldmine of actually useful journalism on here, and ZOG really is awful and deserving of death. I truly hope that someone more serious that those that have come before will take up the mantle. If there’s anyone who wants me to help their electoral work in any way, please contact me, as I’m happy to help.
In the meantime, I will keep the audience more informed, and I won’t ever have another long post drought that is unexplained ahead of time. However, I’m not writing about politics. I won’t even publish the almost done next two pieces in the Steak Knives series. I just can’t bring myself to do it. It’s like writer’s block, on steroids. I physically can’t do it.
I need something to let the creative juices flow as I find gainful employment, so maybe I’ll actually work on that novel I said I was writing all that while back before abandoning. Not to publish, just to have a good time with while I flush this bad experience from my system, and off the front page of this site. Maybe I’ll do a book review or two. Maybe mix in some comedy stuff. Hell, I came across this guys work in the past two weeks. He might be fun to write about.
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