I can say with some authority that one of the strongest positives of running a dissident blog in our blighted age is coming into contact with so many truly exceptional people.  One of these, for me, is Polish-born writer Tadeusz Korzeniewski, who has kindly tendered substantial assistance to me for some of the work I have done here down the years.  Now I have the opportunity to repay him a little by mentioning his book To Wyoming, now available on Kindle.  In 1991-1998 Tadeusz traveled across North America. In 2013 he published a book in Poland, Do Wyoming, addressed to ethnic Poles. The English version of the book is made for ethnic Europeans.

I asked Tadeusz to expand the official blurb, which he has done; and which I reproduce here.  Below the fold is a sample chapter to whet your reader’s appetite.

In 1977 porn developer Larry Flynt had a Christian/Pagan vision while flying on his jet in the company of president Jimmy Carter’s evangelical sister. He described it in his autobiography An Unseemly Man.God, the apostle Paul, and the late comedian Lenny Bruce appeared to him. The vision knocked him to his knees and he became a practicing Christian afterwards. Then money and celebrity status took better of him. He has even de-emphasized the fact that in his vision he saw himself in a wheelchair, which “scared the wits out of” him. Several months after the hallucination, the wheelchair became reality for the rest of his life when he was shot. He likes it gold.
After a seven-year travel across the northern America, the author Tadeusz Korzeniewski concludes his road-diary To Wyoming: Look closer at what happened to your famed porn developer on that pinky jet. The subject of that epiphanic pop-up claims today that it had occurred due to chemical imbalance in his brain and prolonged stress. Fine, it even brings the thing closer to the real world . . .
Larry Flynt fell into his mental turbulence because he was messing too much with the forces of Life. And when biology clocked him at thirty-five, when a man needs to finally straighten out and get his job done, they had gotten unnerved. Sure, the evangelical sister of the evangelical president of the United States flying beside him on his labia-pink jet put some gasoline to the fire, and influenced the vision casting. But what really brought about such an unusual eruption of greater forces, was that the sister and the porn developer were both conjoined to the mightiest energies of the country. The political one in the case of the president’s sister, and the pop-cultural one in the case of the porn developer. That’s what that enormous confluence of submerged energies came from. That’s why it is worth paying a national attention to that hallucination. It can be perceived just like the great poets’ insights have been. In 1977 over the Rockies heights the great ethnic Euro-American subliminal forces had a sit-down. Let’s try to understand what they were saying…
Larry Flynt was shot by one Joseph Paul Franklin over interracial porn. So is still there or isn’t a nationally - and what is a nation, hm? - viable link, an umbilical cord, if you will,  between John Wilkes Booth punishing Abraham Lincoln and Joseph Paul Franklin taking to the woodshed Larry Flynt? They were disturbed individuals in the extreme, Franklin and Booth, they even bordered on insane, we’d agree on that. But within their possessed state, can’t there be traced also sane undercurrents of a courageous man’s idealism? Of the common folks’ sensibility? However crude the executioners’ overall mental processes were?
Leon Czolgosz, sending in 1901 a signal to the corporate vultures of the era – and weren’t they? – by taking out their cigar room pal president William MacKinley. Shortly before his high voltage get-together, Czolgosz would lightly confess: “I killed the President because he was the enemy of the good people – the good working people. I am not sorry for my crime.”
Even Mark David Chapman, John Lennon’s extractor in 1980, can be looked at as transmitting the reality’s irritation at the teeming masses prostrating before their barely-betters. In the days of Haydn, Bach, Mozart, and Beethoven, what would John Lennon, Mick Jagger, Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison, and thousands of other upper-crust three-chorders be but the village fiddle-and-yodel virtuosos? Thirty-two years after the Dakota shooting, on his seventh parole hearing and knowing well the outcome, Mark David Chapman would unrestrainedly point to the reason for the crime: “Attention, bottom line.” “Attention,” decreasing the unnatural awe-gap between the common guy and a hallowed village yodeler.
Gavrilo Princip, caring for the right of his ethnic kin to live and have a ball on their own, and taking out in 1914 the Archduke Ferdinand of the multicultural Austro-Hungarian blob. That then-powers that be would go total European bananas afterwards wasn’t the executor’s principal liability, was it? And where are they today anyway, and where are the Serbs.
So yes, they were – and there will be – the unwholesome yet actual agents enforcing reality. For if you go back to their time and compare with ours, you’d see that in most instances, when it was a little guy willing to give up his life for taking out a big guy, his intended objective has come to pass; and that which hasn’t passed yet, it likely will. The United States of America, the original European Union, is going south. Blood borders will be established in it in time. Ethnic Communists will be run out of town. America, Americans, still don’t buy – such a trader nation! – how handy in halting the sinking in Ethnic Communism’s quagmire could be to soberly look at their prominent porn developer’s mind pop-up over the Rockies heights. They need probably more comeuppance. They’ll sure get it.

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If he could see his birthplace of Rotterdam today

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Nick Griffin addresses EU Parliament, calling to account criminals behind EU immigration policy and their deceptive terms:

by Neil Vodavzny

As you may gather from previous instalments, any alternative to a trillion dollar social-gadget-heavy future is likely to be more of a retro-futurism. The future as seen through the eyes and techniques of the recent past isn’t blindly led by the pied piper of virtual technology. Instead, it’s an artistic vision which, for reasons previously discussed, is truthful to our subconscious drives and what you might call “prejudices”.

There are some who call Zuckerberg a superman (or zuperman) for the times, but the will to succeed should never be confused with the will to power. An underlying problem is that humans tend to become too “attached”. I happened to get a box-set of the first series of The Outer Limits (1963) and the first instalment, The Galaxy Being, features a being from Andromeda composed of light-waves who is attracted by a frequency of radio-static emanating from an inventor’s shed. By some means he is materialized, but has to return to face the music (a transgression of Galactic protocol). “End of transmission” he intones, and blinks out.  Replace the static with a time-machine peering into our future, and the same phrase might apply to switched-on Facebook drones.

The Twilight Zone (1959) and The Outer Limits came out of EC comics’ line of horror/weird sci-fi titles that were so influential, a commission on morals in the comics industry , led by the ludicrous Werther, found them pernicious. Hence we get the comics code authority and superhero explosion. The EC formula was faithfully followed by TZ and OL, with dark but truthful morality – no Hollywood endings. In The Man Who Was Never Born, the future may become “A dark and empty road” unless love conquers … and loses. The Bellero Shield is stylized and suggestive psycho-drama, seemingly written by a fan of Ibsen. A laser invention acts as a signal to another world. “I called it our Bifrost, our bridge to another world – and it is!” Ambitions are invariably thwarted by “The Human Factor”.

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by Neil Vodavzny

I see steam-punk and pulp-fantasy as alternative futures to the bland tech-visions of silicon-valley. There seems to be some inherent dehumanising effect to a cyber-verse. I was looking at 2001, A Space Odyssey (1968) the other day, and realized all the space-ships were models and Bowman’s psychedelic trip through the Jupiter “stargate” was done by photographic effects. Checking with youtube confirmed it was an archaic slit-scan technique whereby a camera dollies towards a slit beyond which are slowly tracking matt jel-patterns. As the commentator says, it’s a spatial/temporal illusion that fits the journey.

This real, visceral quality is sorely lacking in CGI, which always looks like a very good fake. I’d go so far as to say the best sci-fi is retro-futurism , not where we seem headed for, but the future as seen through the eyes and techniques of the past. The awesomeness of 2001 is almost all visceral – the 18th century drawing room where Bowman’s pod alights, the geometrical floor seemingly suspended in space, the monolith you can almost touch.. You almost get religion.

The closest filmic approximation might be Watchmen, also a retro-futurism set in the cold war era, where Dr Manhattan becomes a simultaneous space-time entity, as apparently does Bowman (Starchild). Snyder’s film version’s OK, but doesn’t have the Moore/Gibbons comic’s fantastic sense of hyper-realism. It seems to me, old-fashioned craftwork always has the edge owing to the artist’s ability to physically render and manipulate materials – it’s real, basically. Comic books are perhaps best served by CGI if only because it literally transcribes what’s on the page, so for a fan it’s a fair deal. But the original creative impulse comes from the traditional craftwork – the new X-Men mega-buster Days Of Future Past is born of a mere several issue series by Claremont/Byrne that caught the imagination.

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Pretty odd title for any utopia, no doubt, seeing as utopias are seemingly perfect. Luckily this is no utopia, more of an alternate vision to the one dreamt-up by silicon-valley. There is a school of thought that the perfection sought by Apple’s philosophy is doomed to failure because not only does life’s interest lie in its imperfection, but its essence. Without the Dionysian urge, the creative spirit is dulled and the body languishes in ennui.

Such an ethos is often most apparent in pulp fantasy (of the 30s on). Men and women truly thrive in the maelstrom of epic struggle, roaming through quaint kingdoms and fantastic islands. Whilst reality can’t hope to compete with such exotic vistas, there is a sense in which the worlds of romantic dreamers have far more in common with history and prehistory than our own. The societies of heroic sci-fi/fantasy are real in the sense they pit people against people, ethos against ethos, in fully-imagined landscapes of group-oriented settings, whether it’s Heinlein’s hippy-ethos (Stranger in a Strange Land), le Guin’s pastoral Earthsea, Howard’s Hyboria.

Essentially, any society is group-oriented, neither wholly individual nor wholly egalitarian. This never is a conflict-free zone, since obviously that would be dullsville. More to the point, in order to have any group dynamic worthy of the name, instead of just individuals in a melange, societies have some autonomy. That’s obviously why heroic fantasies imagine city-states, unique tech-design, rural resources. Imaginary societies are very well put-together whereas real-life present-tense ones aren’t.

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Anti-Racism is not innocent, far from innocent, it is prejudiced, it is hurting and it is killing people. It is an impossible, pure Cartesian ideal, prohibiting necessary social perceptual grouping and accountable discrimination accordingly.

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by Neil Vodavzny

In these post-Enlightenment days the signs are ominous, regardless of facts A to Z. Nowhere is this more apparent than with theory-mongers of Anthropogenic Global Warming. I intend to bypass all that rigmarole and cut to the chase.

In order to make sense of the weather, we know it’s divided into 4 seasons. We also know there are 2 equinoxes (day and night of equal length with sun crossing the equator) and solstices (sun furthest from equator). We know there are longer cycles that precipitate glaciations.

These are vast and overarching astronomic cycles of largely unknown dimension. The evolution of Earth’s tilt in its spin takes 47,000 years; a “wobble” of equinox precession takes 23,000 years; cold summers beckon Frost Giants since winter snow doesn’t melt. Man’s efforts are puny compared to these age-old mythical-cycles. Not forgetting Maunder’s cycles of solar activity, idle sunspots and little ice-ages. That’s certainly a lot to play with, but no obviously rational way round the maze of information. It does seem possible a Maunder Minimum could act as a counter to AGW. I get the impression sceptics are clustering around this notion, clucking knowingly to themselves like novice initiates to the Masons.

I jest; the odd thing is each side thinks they’re right for the reason they’re so clever at sorting through all the noise to get to the “real” information that tells them sunspots, AGW, capitalist conspiracy ... are to blame.

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