I recently gave some advice to a young man who shares my Kinist convictions. I told him that if a marginalized group wants to become mainstream, it needs to avoid any incidental weirdness to its core values. The psychological warfare perpetrated by the SPLC and others sometimes makes one reactionary, which ends up creating a self-fulfilling prophecy of nationalists as angry, strange men to be avoided.
This is particularly important for any young man seeking a mate. Women are not naturally political like men for the most part, so anyone who expresses a non-mainstream opinion on an issue as touchy as race is automatically suspect. You don’t want to exacerbate this disadvantage by being quirky and strange in other ways, for example, like displaying flags associated with low status, using the “n” word, etc. Here’s why:
Women aren’t really interested in your politics per-se (and if they love you and come from a Christian anti-feminist background, will come to agree with you naturally as God created them to be a helpmeet). Women have a problem: strange, creepy men. The male sex has more genetic variance in expression, and one of the roles women perform is to weed genetically unworthy males from the gene pool so that their defective genes are not further propagated. I believe many of these instincts are biological, and what seems to particularly bother women is any hint of an autism spectrum disorder, which is why women generally find men of above average intelligence but with normal social skills more attractive than highly intelligent men with a semi-autistic “geeky” demeanor.
This is important, as the autism spectrum disorders, while an offshoot of high intelligence, also have high liabilities: lack of normal emotional behavior, obsessive tendencies that may threaten the man’s ability to focus on provision for the family and/or developing the relationships within the family, lack of social skills and tact (which hurt social status and since so much is who you know, also one’s earning power). Intelligence is subject to a declining returns curve; a man of 120 IQ and normal social skills is a better mate (and will produce healthier, more normal children, and likely earn more) than an awkward geek with an IQ of 140.
Let me give you an example of what women have to watch out for. Recently, I visited my parents’ home. In retirement, my father has become somewhat of a Ford Mustang aficionado, joining the local club and attending car shows. In my dad’s case (besides the fact he’s already married), this is not anything that really interests a woman but also fairly normal for a man of his age; it’s a hobby he enjoys but he doesn’t take it seriously. As part of his hobby, he subscribes to Mustang Monthly. Featured in this month’s issue is a spread about a strange man from Pennsylvania who has spent all of his money his entire adult life on Mustangs and Mustang paraphernalia, and even went to the extreme of building a custom home to house his cars, such that he can live among and with the Mustangs. Here’s a picture of this interesting male specimen:
In the automotive world, most vehicles get relegated to a garage or carport. The special ones gain entrance into museums, dealership displays, or private warehouses. I wanted something different. Mine were to come into a house with me so I could actually live with them. It wasn’t a question of “why?” but “why not?”
By that time, there was a small problem. I was buying collector cars and having to pay rent for both their storage and my own personal living space. It was getting expensive, but as they say, necessity is the mother of invention.
In late 1999, I put down a deposit on an ’00 Cobra R, but the dealership lost out in the lottery to get one. It was a blessing in disguise. Instead, that money went into a three-acre parcel of land. I then hired an architect to help me design a simple, efficient ranch home to enclose both me and my cars.
Things didn’t happen overnight or come easily. Opposition came from neighboring property owners who feared I’d litter my yard with old parts or rusty, rotting hulks. They envisioned loud exhaust rumblings at all hours of the night and frequent trailers coming up the lane. In other words, they saw a hot-rod bachelor who was going to lower property values.
Truth be told, many people, including my parents, thought I was a little south of sanity for pursuing this. My father, an interior designer for 52 years, never partook in a project like this. My mother knew early on that I marched to the beat of a different drum, but even this seemed “over the top” in her book.
I’ll admit the first night there, I sat on the porch past midnight staring at the stars and thinking back on all the sacrifices I made to make this “dream” happen-the 80-hour work weeks working three jobs; no fancy vacations; skipped or simple brown bag lunches; no cable television, computer, or cell phone; and no wife, kids, or pets (women can be much more expensive than any car). Please note: I’m not a surgeon, stockbroker, CEO, or lottery winner. I’m just a dedicated, hard-working guy who loves cars and sets goals to achieve them.
More crucial though, they need to know that going your own way in life is more important than following the herd. I have a Porsche brochure that sums up my mantra: “It’s only when you don’t try to conform that you can be the one thing that really matters-yourself.”
God has programmed women to automatically reject males like this. This is why it’s so important to be as normal as possible in every area of your life outside of your core values. Don’t pigeon-hole yourself as a freak. Unlike this guy, who definitely has some variant of Asperger syndrome, you can help it!
Jane Austen nailed it. Women seek men with “liberal” personalities because it is these men they feel will do the best job at loving them, providing for their families and not abandoning these first responsibilities in pursuit of obsessions, political or otherwise. I happen to think women are right; their pre-rational instincts lead them to the right conclusions in a normal, healthy society. Don’t be so reactionary to the defects of our society that you end up alienating this female instinct. Be a normal, friendly clubbable guy who just happens to want his grandkids to look like his grandparents, in possession of the same country.