Dissident archipelagos such as the alt-right are more than mere venues for venting and shitposts. They are philosophical smithies, where a position’s logical impurities are removed by the heat of debate or ridicule, leaving only sharpened steel and shredded egos cooling in its wake. There are wide variances in output and quality, but most earnest outposts contribute at least something to the armory in our culture war.
But forging rhetorical weapons is actually a secondary role for these frontier garrisons. Much more important is how they impact one of any war’s most critical elements: morale. Morale is critical. It imbues men with the confidence and courage that so often determines an outcome. And morale comes not so much from having the superior riposte than having the superior side. Most men have a need to believe their cause is just, but every man has a need to believe his cause is shared. A large band of marauding pirates will typically have far more enthusiasm for a fight than the handful of honorable men facing them.
People draw fortitude from standing shoulder to shoulder, just as all but the most devout convictions shrink in isolation. The alternative right position enjoys the benefit of being moral, logical, and historical. There are practically no elements of its common platform that weren’t previously understood by all men. That is before they began frantically not-understanding them. Though being right is nothing when put against being popular. And only a rare man can keep the right idea when a multitude is accusing him of being words his grandfather had never heard.
That’s the true role of sites like this: for culture combatants to know they aren’t alone, they have a side, they have the tools, and their gibbering enemies have about as much intellect and autonomous will as a quadcopter.
This came to mind for two reasons today.
One, I am doubtful if another man in my lifetime has absorbed more ceaseless calumny from every conceivable quarter than Donald Trump. In the past year and a half, he has been called Hitler more times than Hitler was called Hitler. Though, with the media’s conspicuous resolve, he remains unstained by accusations of similarity to any of the left’s formidable pantheon of monsters.
Yet practically every flapping mouth from every self-important institution, including those under his direct authority, has attacked him without respite. And no matter how we like to praise ourselves on tenacity, few men would not wilt under such a historical fusillade. I hope that by stroke of fortune or providence he is one of them. Traditional America has many enemies. And all have their knives out for Trump.
The second reason, of only slightly less import, was that I received a notification from WordPress today congratulating me for the Kakistocracy’s three year anniversary. They also offered a morale boosting encouragement to “keep up the good blogging.”
This is the psychological phenomenon I was describing above. Just knowing now that my hosts are appreciative and approving of the work we do here provides the impetus to hate with renewed vigor. Pouring finite free time time for a fourth year into an endeavor of such modest compensation is probably the surest indicator of early onset dementia. Though knowing WordPress stands at my shoulder like a hoplite at Thermopylae makes all the difference. Maybe tomorrow they’ll spare an automated note for Mr. Trump: Keep up the good presidenting.