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Vox Day And Jack Murphy Debate: Captioning Is Underway

 

Captioning is underway for the debate.

We are arranging to generate a written transcription to accompany the release of the Vox Day and Jack Murphy debate.

Because of an intermittent echo in the recording, Dark Triad Man working quickly to have a captioner transcript the audio clip so that a written record is available for you to read in parallel. This will preserve the energy of the original experience, and enable you to read without the stress of audio issues.

Watch this space – it was a terrific show, and we are excited to present it to all.

In the meantime, here is a sampling of questions we received from readers:

 

Some reader questions for Vox Day and Jack Murphy.

When and where in history would you describe your approach as most successful?


By what process do two or more genetically distinct groups merge into a new identity? Can this occur peacefully? How do you expect this process to play out in the West?


Discuss methods to counteract the brainwashing that decent white Americans have been subjected to on the necessity of accepting identity politics.


If you don’t like the current migration patterns or the consequent rapidly changing racial demographics of the West, then we should tackle the problem at its source. We should be promoting women’s lib, abortion and childless-careerist lifestyles to the Third World. Thoughts?


Despite a lot of ethnic diversity, the armed forces are very cohesive. Does this support the theoretical plausibility of civic nationalism?


Does a government, through the will of the people, have the right to control the racial makeup of its country?


What limits, if any, should there be on a government tasked with achieving a specific racial makeup?


What do you think of a moratorium on all immigration? If you desire one, how long would it last? If you don’t, would you limit immigration in any way?


Is it possible (and desirable) for whites in the United States to have strong racial identities and governments that support those identities like the Japanese in Japan, Jews in Israel, Koreans in Korea, etc.


In a civic nationalist society with full freedom of association, over time certain areas become racially homogeneous. If those areas wish to secede from the union, would that be allowed?

 

Book announcement from Vox Day.

Make sure you check out the release of Vox Day’s new book INNOCENCE & INTELLECT:

 

Three-time nationally syndicated columnist Vox Day has been one of the most astute observers of the American political scene since the turn of the century. Known for successfully predicting the financial crisis of 2008 as well as the election of U.S. President Donald Trump in 2016, the iconoclastic writer’s work appeared regularly around the country in newspapers such as the Atlanta Journal/Constitution, the Boston Globe, the San Jose Mercury News, and the St. Paul Pioneer Press.

Beginning in 2001, Vox Day wrote more than 500 columns for WorldNetDaily and Universal Press Syndicate. INNOCENCE & INTELLECT is a collection of the columns published between the years 2001 and 2005, and addresses a wide variety of subjects, from encryption technology and economics to politics and video games.

 

Watch this space for updates.

The energy between the men was remarkable, and the conclusions profound.

Stay tuned for the drop of this fantastic engagement.

Regards,

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Audio Issue: Arranging Re-recording

 

Vox and Jack had a great show. But there are audio issues.

The debate will probably need to be re-recorded as the echo in the clip is profound.

To answer the inevitable questions on setup: we had a Skype call, with digital recording using the Pamela application. I have forwarded the clip to an audio professional for his review to see what we can do about preventing reoccurance.

M profound apologies to all of you – and to Vox and Jack – for the delay in broadcast release as we work to correct this issue as quickly as possible.

In the meantime, here is a sampling of questions we received from readers:

 

Some reader questions for Vox Day and Jack Murphy.

When and where in history would you describe your approach as most successful?


By what process do two or more genetically distinct groups merge into a new identity? Can this occur peacefully? How do you expect this process to play out in the West?


Discuss methods to counteract the brainwashing that decent white Americans have been subjected to on the NECESSITY of accepting identity politics.


If you don’t like the current migration patterns or the consequent rapidly changing racial demographics of the West, then we should tackle the problem at its source. We should be promoting women’s lib, abortion and childless-careerist lifestyles to the Third World. Thoughts?


Despite a lot of ethnic diversity, the armed forces are very cohesive. Does this support the theoretical plausibility of civic nationalism?


Does a government, through the will of the people, have the right to control the racial makeup of its country?


What limits, if any, should there be on a government tasked with achieving a specific racial makeup?


What do you think of a moratorium on all immigration? If you desire one, how long would it last? If you don’t, would you limit immigration in any way?


Is it possible (and desirable) for whites in the United States to have strong racial identities and governments that support those identities like the Japanese in Japan, Jews in Israel, Koreans in Korea, etc.


In a civic nationalist society with full freedom of association, over time certain areas become racially homogeneous. If those areas wish to secede from the union, would that be allowed?

 

Watch this space for updates.

Once again, we are working to identifiy and correct this recording issue as quickly as possible and arrange for a follow up recording session with Vox and Jack.

I can tell you this about the first session: the energy between the men was remarkable, and the conclusions profound.

And there is still time to send in your questions for the second recording.

Get in touch.

And stay tuned!

Regards,

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Words Of War: Guest Post by The Family Alpha

 

The Family Alpha speaks words of war for men.

 

This is the second guest post to be published at Dark Triad Man, first in a three part series from Hunter Drew at The Family Alpha.

Read well and absorb the crucial call to action he issues to brothers in the West. You have grave duty to stand and fight.

The images are from the Rome-Sicily American Cemetery where 7,861 brothers rest in honor.

Foster manhood, and uphold their legacy of sacrifice.

– Ivan

 

The Creation of a Man

It wasn’t until I saw the suffering of my brethren that I ever considered being a writer.

In order to understand how I got to where I am, you must understand where I’m coming from. I enjoyed a life inside a masculine ‘bubble’ during my eight years of active duty service in the United States Navy. Bootcamp was my Rite of Passage and at nineteen years old I’d fully embraced the concept that I was an unconquerable soul. Nothing could touch me.

I was assigned to my first ship where there were as many types and groups of people as you could imagine; but iron sharpens iron and I found other like-minded men.

To say we hit it off from the beginning would be an injustice to the glorious and brutal physical and mental battles which took place prior to my acceptance into their group, but I passed my tests and they recognized me as one of their own.

We climbed mountains in Greece and Italy; broke into castles in France; and drank nights away in Dubai, Bahrain, & lovely Virginia. We lived hard, each of us contributing to the group, none complaining and none ever admitting a weakness.

It’s important to note that while we are all currently scattered across the country, I see these men once a year as we hike a portion of the Appalachian Trail and it’s like we’d hung out the day before. The brotherhood is one that cannot be explained. It must be experienced.

I enjoyed this group for five years until I was assigned to my next duty station.

Upon transferring I once again sought out the men who were at the top and I forced them to recognize my presence. When you are a Sailor at a Marine command, outnumbered twenty to one it is easy to submit and just try to stay out of the way. This was not my approach and I made sure they were aware that as of my first day. They soon learned that they would respect me or I would make them respect me.

Again, the physical and mental confrontations became stuff of legend which, as I’ve been told, lasted long after my departure. I was given an engraved K-Bar – the only Sailor to have been given that honor according to a civilian who’d been there for fifteen years. Men respect men. Refusal to submit will gain you more favor amongst men than submission and positioning yourself as a “yes man”.

For eight years I was surrounded by men. Surrounded by men whom I’d shared my most intimate secrets with, men whom I’d literally trusted with my life, men who would accept nothing less than everything I had to give and when I was with them I would give even more than my all because I could never fail them and they could never fail me.

I fought, laughed, and cried with these men for eight years and there is not a day which goes by where I do not look back on those memories with honor and a fond feeling like the one you get when you see your dog or think back to the days where you would play with your siblings and life was just easier.

At no point during those eight years did I stop and consider the fact that my experience was not the “normal” experience of all men. At no point did I stop and objectively look at what my life would be like when I took the uniform off for the last time.

It wasn’t until I’d left the brotherhood, packed up the medals, awards, uniforms, and stowed away the boots that I stepped back, looked around, and recognized that my masculine nature and relationships I’d formed were the exception, not the norm.

 

Isolation & Discovery

I was alone, but I chose to remain alone versus lowering my standard and joining the weak.

Prior to my separation from the Navy I’d discovered Reddit and had been somewhat active there, mostly reading and commenting on fitness subreddits.

I’d decided during Instructor Duty (my final three years in the military) that I could not be both a great Sailor and a great father. In the service my priorities were country then family. I made it a point to take every challenging job and I volunteered for every deployment and IA assignment there was.

This high tempo pace placed a significant strain on my family; I missed my son’s first birthday, steps, appointments, etc.

In my post Queen & Warrior I show you but a glimpse of the responsibility which was placed on my wife & children.

I decided to walk away from a fast track military career, against the wishes of my entire command.

The backlash was much worse than I’d expected. People took it personally that I was leaving. Yet I chose to walk my path, not the one others forged for me.

There was something bittersweet walking out of that hallway for the last time, passing two photos of myself as I was the current Sailor and Instructor of the year (the first time that had ever happened). I left on top. The bar was set for those who followed.

The transition was smooth; my wife and I established a home to rent until we could buy, and I found work.

Still something lacked. I had no real mission. 

I found myself removed from my ‘pack’ of masculine men and dumped in a wasteland of depressed “dadbods’. I’d meet up with high school friends – they were still doing the same things. I met new guys and husbands of my wife’s friends; these guys were astounded that I would say, “No” to my wife. On top of their lack of leadership they did not command respect from anyone. Their wives would openly chastise them. And as my wife would look to me with horror, these men just took it.

I felt myself suffocating because I couldn’t find anyone who felt the way I did.

I refused to lower my personal standard or conform, so instead I reached out online and through a search of something along the lines of, “What the fuck has happened to men?” I discovered The Red Pill. While the subreddit had less than 500 people, I knew I’d found what I needed. This was the first forum I’d ever really dedicated myself to.

 

 

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The Decision to Fight

I posted daily on The Red Pill. It was like getting a full breath of air after sucking wind through a straw. There were men who thought the way I did and recognized the plight men were facing. I’d originally had a username which was connected to the fitness subreddits I’d been a part of previously, but I started noticing that this subreddit was getting some animosity and people’s accounts were being banned, doxxed, and all sorts of trouble was coming from having an account connected to The Red Pill.

I created a new username and deleted the old; I was committed to this mission.

I continued to post on this subreddit for a little over a year with this new username. During this time I’d transitioned to Married Red Pill as I was a married guy and there plenty who could help the younger or single guys, yet the married crowd had few men who were leading a ‘successful’ marriage. I felt my efforts were needed there more than in The Red Pill.

 

This changed the course of my life.

Men started private messaging me. My posts were received with a lot of engagement, and guys just kept connecting with the words and viewpoint I was spreading.

After one and a half years I’d realized that I was onto something. Not only for these men, but for myself.

When I write, it’s like my mind becomes “light”; writing for me is meditation in motion. It keeps stress, anxiety, and any negatives from becoming too heavy, preventing me from thinking and acting at an optimal level.

I decided that I wanted to create my own thing. I wanted to foster the idea that masculine men are able to lead families and they aren’t only found traveling the world and picking up beautiful women. I created the name The Family Alpha and started taking writing seriously.

I started focusing on how men in long term relationships, men who are married, and men who have children are just as responsible for their physique, skills, and personal standard as those who are free from the responsibility of caring for the life of another.

Once I ran with this message The Family Alpha took off. I then became popular enough that the SJWs, “bluepill” crowd and feminists decided to shift their attack towards me. They’d smear my words, mocking my advice, and sending personal messages aimed to shut me down with threats of doxxing and “finding me in the ‘real world”.

I became keenly aware that these people did not want men to improve.

Here I was writing so that men would stop hating their very fucking existence and I’ve got these whole groups telling me I’m a piece of shit for trying to help them.

I am not conflict averse. These intimidation tactics made me double down and write more.

 

Shots are fired as words of war.

It was after one of these threats to “end The Family Alpha“ that I realized:

I could never go back.

I’d read too many messages from men telling me that my words were what kept them from swallowing a bullet. I’d shared too many comments, posts, and emails with men who could not express the level of joy they felt when their wife started to show attraction to them again.

There are still too many men who are walking around with a Void in their heart as they’ve yet to show their true self to the world.

I stepped back and saw the entire battlefield.

There were SJWs, white knights and feminists on one side and the few brave, battle weary masculine protectors on the other.

I made my decision.

I chose to step onto the field and reinforce my brethren. I created my own blog and committed to making the survival of masculinity my new mission. I joined the fight and I joined to win.

The fire inside men has not completely gone out. Those who write, blog, and fight for men are the torchbearers and it is our words which we are using to destroy our enemy.

I get an SJW in my crosshairs and I pull the trigger every time I say,

 

“Fuck No, men should not be ashamed of their sexuality, competitive nature or desire to build their bodies.

“ Fuck No ,  men and women are  not  the same.

“Fuck No, I will not apologize for the pride I take in my country or in being a man.”

 

This is not a contest which will be won by the use of arms. There are plenty of other conflicts which can be settled through sheer violence – this is something Ivan Throne has brought to the manosphere’s attention multiple times -but the battle to save masculinity?

This is one which will be won through a war of the minds.

I made the decision to write and I became immediately cognizant of the fact that now my words were my weapons. Every comment, every post, everything I was writing became the bullets I was to use to kill the toxic ideas existing in the minds of men.

My sentences are my knives and each post is another bomb I am dropping on enemy soil.

As men who’ve embraced and decided to express our masculinity, we owe it to our brethren to show them the way. Not everyone takes to the pen. This is completely fine. But there are other ways to spread the message and to awaken those who need it.

Be a living example, act in accordance with the truth which lives inside you. Share the real “you” with the world and when those around you take notice, let them know you have been reading The Nine Laws. Let them know you have discovered a site called The Family Alpha and that it has given you the mental weapons to take ownership of your life and your masculine power as a man.

 

 

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Raising Banners & Building Tribes

The manosphere is a network of loosely connected men who are all fighting the same enemy independently. I believe that if it comes to it, these independent men would come together when the banner was raised and they would act as a single tribe in order to defeat a common enemy. If there were any chance at victory, they’d all have to band together when the horn were sounded to defend the flame of masculinity.

I have focused my efforts on the development of men who are in relationships and fathers. My writing has significant focus on the man himself, as each man is an independent source of power. And if able to express his masculine nature, he becomes a beacon which other men will be attracted to; he’ll allow them to express their true nature and the ripple effect will continue.

This also applies to his wife. Masculinity begets femininity. I cannot save marriages, but I can help men save themselves. And by men choosing to save themselves and finding their masculine essence of “self” their marriage may improve and reach new heights.

It was not until I read Ivan Throne’s post Bloody Banners in the Dark World that I recognized the true battle which we were fighting, and how I could serve a more active role in the imminent confrontation which at some point is going to occur.

We are going to reach a flash-point where all of this comes to a head. Like Ivan, I can help grow our tribe by spreading the message and through my writing, letting men know that existence and comfort is not enough; that lifting is not enough. We must do more, we must target and destroy these destructive thoughts which pollute the minds of men. We must find the courage to sit our brethren down and say,

 

“No, it’s not acceptable that you’re fifty pounds overweight, sexless, and have absolute shit for confidence and strength.“

 

Too many are unprepared and their lives are going to be destroyed due to ignorance.

For every “Woman’s March against Trump” post we need five posts from the manosphere bloggers to reach men and let them know that it’s okay to disagree with what is going on:

 

It’s okay to say men and women are not equal in every regard.


It’s okay to say women are submissive and men are dominant.


It’ okay to say that you’re glad there is a man who is putting America first.

 

The only way to achieve the end goal of every capable man reclaiming his masculinity is for there to be enough men out there who are firing those bullets into the minds of those who have been hijacked by a societal shift towards feminine primacy.

We have to fight these ideas and concepts by writing, vlogging, blogging, taking it to the streets, challenging our brothers and forcing them to face the reality in which we live.

We have to write posts, blogs, comments, and books.

We have to create resources which find their way into the hands of every son, husband, father, and brother. Then we need the words to be shared from there.

Keep firing, only taking cover to reload while your brothers in arms are firing over you. This is why The Family Alpha is on Dark Triad Man. This is an example of forming the tribe so when the major battles comes to fruition, we know who we can depend on.

The same as Mark Baxter and the way he has brought minds together on his podcast. The manosphere sees what lies beyond the horizon and men are taking action to tighten the ranks, get men together, and ensure we’re doing everything we can to protect that flame which is necessary for society to operate.

There are savages supported by white knights who want nothing more than to destroy the society masculine men have built. The only thing standing between chaos and the chance at harmony are the men who are picking up the pen and putting it to paper, fighting for the minds of those who can keep our dream alive a little longer.

There is a war going on for your mind. The only defense you have is to arm yourself with the truth – and entirely commit yourself to a belief in what is true and what is right. You must Burn Your Ship and commit everything to the process. The only life that is worth living for a man is one where he can own his masculinity and exist in his natural and genuine state.

Like Rifles in the Dark you must not trust the majority. It is the majority which has stripped you of your masculine power. If you look around and see that you’re doing it like everyone else – you’re wrong.

We must all choose to spit at the notion of living on our knees and instead fight on our feet firing our words against our enemy.

Words are our weapons in this war.

Respectfully,

Hunter

 

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Hunter Drew is a husband, veteran and father of both a son and a daughter. He runs TheFamilyAlpha.com.
Hunter’s primary mission is to help men find a way to reclaim their masculine nature. He will be releasing The Family Alpha novel in 2017. Follow him on Twitter and read his work.

 

 

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Words Of War: Guest Post By The Family Alpha

The Family Alpha speaks words of war for men.

×NoteThis is the second guest post to be published at Dark Triad Man, first in a three part series from Hunter Drew at The Family Alpha. Read well and absorb the crucial call to action he issues to brothers in the West. You have grave duty to stand and fight. The images are from the Rome-Sicily American Cemetery where 7,861 brothers rest in honor. Foster manhood, and uphold their legacy of sacrifice.

 

The Creation of a Man

It wasn’t until I saw the suffering of my brethren that I ever considered being a writer.

In order to understand how I got to where I am, you must understand where I’m coming from. I enjoyed a life inside a masculine ‘bubble’ during my eight years of active duty service in the United States Navy. Bootcamp was my Rite of Passage and at nineteen years old I’d fully embraced the concept that I was an unconquerable soul. Nothing could touch me.

I was assigned to my first ship where there were as many types and groups of people as you could imagine; but iron sharpens iron and I found other like-minded men.

To say we hit it off from the beginning would be an injustice to the glorious and brutal physical and mental battles which took place prior to my acceptance into their group, but I passed my tests and they recognized me as one of their own.

We climbed mountains in Greece and Italy; broke into castles in France; and drank nights away in Dubai, Bahrain, & lovely Virginia. We lived hard, each of us contributing to the group, none complaining and none ever admitting a weakness.

It’s important to note that while we are all currently scattered across the country, I see these men once a year as we hike a portion of the Appalachian Trail and it’s like we’d hung out the day before. The brotherhood is one that cannot be explained. It must be experienced.

I enjoyed this group for five years until I was assigned to my next duty station.

Upon transferring I once again sought out the men who were at the top and I forced them to recognize my presence. When you are a Sailor at a Marine command, outnumbered twenty to one it is easy to submit and just try to stay out of the way. This was not my approach and I made sure they were aware that as of my first day. They soon learned that they would respect me or I would make them respect me.

Again, the physical and mental confrontations became stuff of legend which, as I’ve been told, lasted long after my departure. I was given an engraved K-Bar – the only Sailor to have been given that honor according to a civilian who’d been there for fifteen years. Men respect men. Refusal to submit will gain you more favor amongst men than submission and positioning yourself as a “yes man”.

For eight years I was surrounded by men. Surrounded by men whom I’d shared my most intimate secrets with, men whom I’d literally trusted with my life, men who would accept nothing less than everything I had to give and when I was with them I would give even more than my all because I could never fail them and they could never fail me.

I fought, laughed, and cried with these men for eight years and there is not a day which goes by where I do not look back on those memories with honor and a fond feeling like the one you get when you see your dog or think back to the days where you would play with your siblings and life was just easier.

At no point during those eight years did I stop and consider the fact that my experience was not the “normal” experience of all men. At no point did I stop and objectively look at what my life would be like when I took the uniform off for the last time.

It wasn’t until I’d left the brotherhood, packed up the medals, awards, uniforms, and stowed away the boots that I stepped back, looked around, and recognized that my masculine nature and relationships I’d formed were the exception, not the norm.

 

Isolation & Discovery

I was alone, but I chose to remain alone versus lowering my standard and joining the weak.

Prior to my separation from the Navy I’d discovered Reddit and had been somewhat active there, mostly reading and commenting on fitness subreddits.

I’d decided during Instructor Duty (my final three years in the military) that I could not be both a great Sailor and a great father. In the service my priorities were country then family. I made it a point to take every challenging job and I volunteered for every deployment and IA assignment there was.

This high tempo pace placed a significant strain on my family; I missed my son’s first birthday, steps, appointments, etc.

In my post Queen & Warrior I show you but a glimpse of the responsibility which was placed on my wife & children.

I decided to walk away from a fast track military career, against the wishes of my entire command.

The backlash was much worse than I’d expected. People took it personally that I was leaving. Yet I chose to walk my path, not the one others forged for me.

There was something bittersweet walking out of that hallway for the last time, passing two photos of myself as I was the current Sailor and Instructor of the year (the first time that had ever happened). I left on top. The bar was set for those who followed.

The transition was smooth; my wife and I established a home to rent until we could buy, and I found work.

Still something lacked. I had no real mission. 

I found myself removed from my ‘pack’ of masculine men and dumped in a wasteland of depressed “dadbods’. I’d meet up with high school friends – they were still doing the same things. I met new guys and husbands of my wife’s friends; these guys were astounded that I would say, “No” to my wife. On top of their lack of leadership they did not command respect from anyone. Their wives would openly chastise them. And as my wife would look to me with horror, these men just took it.

I felt myself suffocating because I couldn’t find anyone who felt the way I did.

I refused to lower my personal standard or conform, so instead I reached out online and through a search of something along the lines of, “What the fuck has happened to men?” I discovered The Red Pill. While the subreddit had less than 500 people, I knew I’d found what I needed. This was the first forum I’d ever really dedicated myself to.

 

The Decision to Fight

I posted daily on The Red Pill. It was like getting a full breath of air after sucking wind through a straw. There were men who thought the way I did and recognized the plight men were facing. I’d originally had a username which was connected to the fitness subreddits I’d been a part of previously, but I started noticing that this subreddit was getting some animosity and people’s accounts were being banned, doxxed, and all sorts of trouble was coming from having an account connected to The Red Pill.

I created a new username and deleted the old; I was committed to this mission.

I continued to post on this subreddit for a little over a year with this new username. During this time I’d transitioned to Married Red Pill as I was a married guy and there plenty who could help the younger or single guys, yet the married crowd had few men who were leading a ‘successful’ marriage. I felt my efforts were needed there more than in The Red Pill.

 

This changed the course of my life.

Men started private messaging me. My posts were received with a lot of engagement, and guys just kept connecting with the words and viewpoint I was spreading.

After one and a half years I’d realized that I was onto something. Not only for these men, but for myself.

When I write, it’s like my mind becomes “light”; writing for me is meditation in motion. It keeps stress, anxiety, and any negatives from becoming too heavy, preventing me from thinking and acting at an optimal level.

I decided that I wanted to create my own thing. I wanted to foster the idea that masculine men are able to lead families and they aren’t only found traveling the world and picking up beautiful women. I created the name The Family Alpha and started taking writing seriously.

I started focusing on how men in long term relationships, men who are married, and men who have children are just as responsible for their physique, skills, and personal standard as those who are free from the responsibility of caring for the life of another.

Once I ran with this message The Family Alpha took off. I then became popular enough that the SJWs, “bluepill” crowd and feminists decided to shift their attack towards me. They’d smear my words, mocking my advice, and sending personal messages aimed to shut me down with threats of doxxing and “finding me in the ‘real world”.

I became keenly aware that these people did not want men to improve.

Here I was writing so that men would stop hating their very fucking existence and I’ve got these whole groups telling me I’m a piece of shit for trying to help them.

I am not conflict averse. These intimidation tactics made me double down and write more.

 

Shots are fired as words of war.

It was after one of these threats to “end The Family Alpha“ that I realized:

I could never go back.

I’d read too many messages from men telling me that my words were what kept them from swallowing a bullet. I’d shared too many comments, posts, and emails with men who could not express the level of joy they felt when their wife started to show attraction to them again.

There are still too many men who are walking around with a Void in their heart as they’ve yet to show their true self to the world.

I stepped back and saw the entire battlefield.

There were SJWs, white knights and feminists on one side and the few brave, battle weary masculine protectors on the other.

I made my decision.

I chose to step onto the field and reinforce my brethren. I created my own blog and committed to making the survival of masculinity my new mission. I joined the fight and I joined to win.

The fire inside men has not completely gone out. Those who write, blog, and fight for men are the torchbearers and it is our words which we are using to destroy our enemy.

I get an SJW in my crosshairs and I pull the trigger every time I say,

 

“Fuck No, men should not be ashamed of their sexuality, competitive nature or desire to build their bodies.

“Fuck No, men and women are not the same.

“Fuck No, I will not apologize for the pride I take in my country or in being a man.”

 

This is not a contest which will be won by the use of arms. There are plenty of other conflicts which can be settled through sheer violence – this is something Ivan Throne has brought to the manosphere’s attention multiple times -but the battle to save masculinity?

This is one which will be won through a war of the minds.

I made the decision to write and I became immediately cognizant of the fact that now my words were my weapons. Every comment, every post, everything I was writing became the bullets I was to use to kill the toxic ideas existing in the minds of men.

My sentences are my knives and each post is another bomb I am dropping on enemy soil.

As men who’ve embraced and decided to express our masculinity, we owe it to our brethren to show them the way. Not everyone takes to the pen. This is completely fine. But there are other ways to spread the message and to awaken those who need it.

Be a living example, act in accordance with the truth which lives inside you. Share the real “you” with the world and when those around you take notice, let them know you have been reading The Nine Laws. Let them know you have discovered a site called The Family Alpha and that it has given you the mental weapons to take ownership of your life and your masculine power as a man.

 

Raising Banners & Building Tribes

The manosphere is a network of loosely connected men who are all fighting the same enemy independently. I believe that if it comes to it, these independent men would come together when the banner was raised and they would act as a single tribe in order to defeat a common enemy. If there were any chance at victory, they’d all have to band together when the horn were sounded to defend the flame of masculinity.

I have focused my efforts on the development of men who are in relationships and fathers. My writing has significant focus on the man himself, as each man is an independent source of power. And if able to express his masculine nature, he becomes a beacon which other men will be attracted to; he’ll allow them to express their true nature and the ripple effect will continue.

This also applies to his wife. Masculinity begets femininity. I cannot save marriages, but I can help men save themselves. And by men choosing to save themselves and finding their masculine essence of “self” their marriage may improve and reach new heights.

It was not until I read Ivan Throne’s post Bloody Banners in the Dark World that I recognized the true battle which we were fighting, and how I could serve a more active role in the imminent confrontation which at some point is going to occur.

We are going to reach a flash-point where all of this comes to a head. Like Ivan, I can help grow our tribe by spreading the message and through my writing, letting men know that existence and comfort is not enough; that lifting is not enough. We must do more, we must target and destroy these destructive thoughts which pollute the minds of men. We must find the courage to sit our brethren down and say,

 

“No, it’s not acceptable that you’re fifty pounds overweight, sexless, and have absolute shit for confidence and strength.”

 

Too many are unprepared and their lives are going to be destroyed due to ignorance.

For every “Woman’s March against Trump” post we need five posts from the manosphere bloggers to reach men and let them know that it’s okay to disagree with what is going on:

 

It’s okay to say men and women are not equal in every regard.


It’s okay to say women are submissive and men are dominant.


It’ okay to say that you’re glad there is a man who is putting America first.

 

The only way to achieve the end goal of every capable man reclaiming his masculinity is for there to be enough men out there who are firing those bullets into the minds of those who have been hijacked by a societal shift towards feminine primacy.

We have to fight these ideas and concepts by writing, vlogging, blogging, taking it to the streets, challenging our brothers and forcing them to face the reality in which we live.

We have to write posts, blogs, comments, and books.

We have to create resources which find their way into the hands of every son, husband, father, and brother. Then we need the words to be shared from there.

Keep firing, only taking cover to reload while your brothers in arms are firing over you. This is why The Family Alpha is on Dark Triad Man. This is an example of forming the tribe so when the major battles comes to fruition, we know who we can depend on.

The same as Mark Baxter and the way he has brought minds together on his podcast. The manosphere sees what lies beyond the horizon and men are taking action to tighten the ranks, get men together, and ensure we’re doing everything we can to protect that flame which is necessary for society to operate.

There are savages supported by white knights who want nothing more than to destroy the society masculine men have built. The only thing standing between chaos and the chance at harmony are the men who are picking up the pen and putting it to paper, fighting for the minds of those who can keep our dream alive a little longer.

There is a war going on for your mind. The only defense you have is to arm yourself with the truth – and entirely commit yourself to a belief in what is true and what is right. You must Burn Your Ship and commit everything to the process. The only life that is worth living for a man is one where he can own his masculinity and exist in his natural and genuine state.

Like Rifles in the Dark you must not trust the majority. It is the majority which has stripped you of your masculine power. If you look around and see that you’re doing it like everyone else – you’re wrong.

We must all choose to spit at the notion of living on our knees and instead fight on our feet firing our words against our enemy.

Words are our weapons in this war.

Respectfully,

Hunter

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Hunter Drew is a husband, veteran, and father of both a son and daughter. He runs TheFamilyAlpha.com and will be releasing The Family Alpha novel in 2017. Hunter's primary mission is to help men find a way to reclaim their masculine nature.

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How I Made Oath To The Dead Face Of My Father

 

The pyre of my father smoked into the French sky.

I stood wordlessly in the cold rain and bore witness as the hot ashes of my hero soared away forever, leaving me utterly behind in the world.

My older brother, now head of our ancient family, sat in shelter with our stepmother in the car behind me. They waited patiently as I bowed my head in respect and said goodbye underneath the thin gray column that rose relentlessly upwards.

As I stood there I held fast to the vow of love and ferocity I had sworn to him with my lips against the motionless cold of his beloved face, cradled gently in my hands.

I live that vow to my father every day, my brothers.

Now I share it with you.

 

My father was an officer and a gentleman.

Born at a dinner party in London in 1929, he was raised in a strict and demanding environment very different from the millenials of today.

He was educated at Charterhouse, the third generation to attend there. His father was a colonel. His uncle was a KCMG, decorated for bravery. His grandfather was a brigadier of the Great War, a contemporary of Lord Kitchener.

My father was raised with the expectations that he would, in time, be the head of a family that reached back for nearly a millenium.

He became an officer himself in the Royal Horse Guards and did his duty to his Sovereign in the scorched and devastated cities of a prostrate and conquered Germany.

I was born and raised in America. But the upbringing I absorbed, and the values I was taught, are directly from the heart and mind of a man who bore heritage of a thousand years of Englishmen and never apologized for his blood.

The lessons he taught us were severe, and cold, and beautiful in their stark and stern reality. And I am fortunate beyond measure that many of them were written down, preserved for my brother and I and our descendants in words that resonate strongly.

Leadership and prerogative were among the most important:

 

Leadership is a funny thing. The man in the street hates to make decisions, hates to be held responsible for what happens to other people if he does make a decision. “But I was told to do it…” is his cop out. The leader says, quite simply, “It was my decision.”

 

So was his demand that personality and power be an integral part of character. Vibrancy of spirit, strength of intellect, projection of charisma, vitality of heart:

 

Now plog is a fine old English word that best describes those people whose personalities remind you more than anything else in the whole world of cold porridge. Plog is probably a thrilling mixture of plebeian and stodgy. The word could just as easily have been plodge.

Plog will do nicely.

Plog may be used to describe a state of mind, a personality, an attitude, the way a person moves, the way a person decides, the alacrity of a person’s response-time, even a person’s very complexion.

Do not be plog. Our family, by definition, is never plog.

If you are ever plog, I will disown you. Instantly.

 

My father proved that vitality, that strength, that resonant power throughout his life. He provided example of love, of dignity, and expectations of performance for his sons and his descendants. His life was powerfully imbued with joy and sorrow, with great satisfaction and moments of pain. It was lived well.

I knew the day would come when he would die. I dreaded it, but knew that it was an experience he would want me to have. For all men die, and the alternative was for him to bury a son.

At last, one autumn day, it arrived. It was with heavy heart I went to France to pay my final respects, and to honor him.

 

It is difficult to describe the dead face of my father.

The mortuary at the hospital in France  had a small viewing room. My brother and stepmother, formally dressed, waited in the anteroom as I went in to say goodbye for the last time.

What would I see? What would the look be upon his face? What would I feel, when I approached the remains of the man who had created me and walked before me and was every bit adored as well as he was feared, respected as well as he was admired?

Who could snap my brother and I to attention with a glance, he whom a woman never forgot?

I approached the simple coffin that he lay within.

And what I saw gave me great peace of heart.

His face was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson understood this:

 

As sometimes in a dead man’s face,

To those that watch it more and more,

A likeness, hardly seen before,

Comes out—to some one of his race:

So, dearest, now thy brows are cold,

I see thee what thou art, and know

Thy likeness to the wise below,

Thy kindred with the great of old.

But there is more than I can see,

And what I see I leave unsaid,

Nor speak it, knowing Death has made

His darkness beautiful with thee.1

 

My father’s face was peaceful.

There was no pain, no sorrow.

There was nothing left… only the absolute nobility of a man of his race and heritage.

I was so very proud of him as I put my hands to his face and felt how cold it was, so terribly cold in that icy room.

I laid my lips to his forehead.

And I swore oath to my dead father.

 

 

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Gratitude, love and fealty are owed in honor.

I swore to him I would never live as a slave, and teach my sons the same.

I swore to him I would bear witness to our heritage in the dark world.

I swore that I would bear true allegiance and fealty to my elder brother as the new head of our family, and stand beside him with counsel and arms ready to deal out fatal blows of savage loyalty.

I swore I would find way to spread message of the West, and of the heart of civilization that endures. The heart that is upheld by men, advanced by men, and defended by men who know their brothers and fight with them and love and honor them.

I swore I would be true to myself, to my heritage, to my upbringing, and to my sacred purpose.

Today I manifest it with this work.

 

Sacred purpose is the Way.

My father died several years ago.

Today you read here at Dark Triad Man and you see fulfillment of this oath in the world.

The work that I do here resonates from the past of England, into the future of America, and carries the West itself with it.

I tell you that men do not leave their brothers behind.

In my interviews and writing I stress this crucial truth.

Men must stand with their brothers, both of blood and of civilization.

The gorgeous heritage of the West is your responsibility and duty.

Uphold it. Bring your brothers forward. Drive their success as well.

Loners die in the dark world, and armies win.

Thus your responsibility is to form ranks.

And to pave the way, to promote, and to share.

You will see this here at Dark Triad Man.

 

Guest posts are coming from The Family Alpha.

In the coming weeks I will be showcasing guest posts from The Family Alpha.

His post Queen and Warrior in particular is superb reading for men on the nature of the ferocious female in marriage, and it is with profound pleasure that I announce collaboration with his work here at Dark Triad Man.

Words of War will cover his decision to write, and how he became immediately cognizant to the fact that his words were his weapons.

 

Every comment, every post, everything I was writing were bullets I was shooting to kill the toxic ideas existing in the minds of men.

…each post was another bomb I dropped onto enemy soil.

 

Family Crest will share how men placed family honor and survival as paramount considerations, back to a time when manhood and holding ground were one and the same…

 

…where their crest was emblazoned across a shield which hung above a mantle, waiting for the next time to be used, where men would choose to take the higher road, though it may be more difficult because they did not want to dishonor their family name.

 

Get Ready To Fight brings forward the admonition and teaching of the role of men in the dark world, and of their stewardship of family and protective power:

 

There are too many men in the world who are willing to do practically anything before they choose physical confrontation. Men will see their wives and girlfriends hit and try to turn the other cheek and tend to their woman or tell her it was her fault versus facing the prospect of a fight.

 

Men do not leave their brothers behind, and you must grasp what this means.

Nor do men abandon their women to the adversary. It is not the Way.

The Way can be learned. The Way must be taught.

Survival of our heritage in the West demands it.

Follow @TheFamilyAlpha today.

 

 

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Join in our work and brotherhood.

Enter the ranks of men like The Family Alpha and @PraetorianSwift. Understand that dread lords and bloody banners are the way of the dark world, which does not soften its nature from one generation to the next.

You exist within it. Know that the tide of war looms closer even as the new leaders of the West forge great alliances in the face of the foul tide of Islam that washes closer each murderous day.

I am Ivan Throne. I am the Dark Triad Man.

I tell you today that oath will be fulfilled, beyond measure and in honor of the dead. It is backed by the blood of nearly a thousand years, and the determination of iron men who bore steel in defense of their sovereign lord and culture.

In honor of heritage, with ferocity of the day, and in grave attainment of the future.

Today that duty and responsibility rests upon you. Seize it! Take it in hand, and own it!

Stand with us, brothers, and uphold the thrones of the West against destruction.

 

Now this is the Law of the Jungle —

as old and as true as the sky;

And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper,

but the Wolf that shall break it must die.

As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk

the Law runneth forward and back —

For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf,

and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack. 2

 

Look well, o wolves! Run with us, brothers!

The hunt grows swift and fearsome in the dark.

Regards,

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How I Made Oath To The Dead Face Of My Father

The pyre of my father smoked into the French sky.

I stood wordlessly in the cold rain and bore witness as the hot ashes of my hero soared away forever, leaving me utterly behind in the world.

My older brother, now head of our ancient family, sat in shelter with our stepmother in the car behind me. They waited patiently as I bowed my head in respect and said goodbye underneath the thin gray column that rose relentlessly upwards.

As I stood there I held fast to the vow of love and ferocity I had sworn to him with my lips against the motionless cold of his beloved face, cradled gently in my hands.

I live that vow to my father every day, my brothers.

Now I share it with you.

 

My father was an officer and a gentleman.

Born at a dinner party in London in 1929, he was raised in a strict and demanding environment very different from the millenials of today.

He was educated at Charterhouse, the third generation to attend there. His father was a colonel. His uncle was a KCMG, decorated for bravery. His grandfather was a brigadier of the Great War, a contemporary of Lord Kitchener.

My father was raised with the expectations that he would, in time, be the head of a family that reached back for nearly a millenium.

He became an officer himself in the Royal Horse Guards and did his duty to his Sovereign in the scorched and devastated cities of a prostrate and conquered Germany.

I was born and raised in America. But the upbringing I absorbed, and the values I was taught, are directly from the heart and mind of a man who bore heritage of a thousand years of Englishmen and never apologized for his blood.

The lessons he taught us were severe, and cold, and beautiful in their stark and stern reality. And I am fortunate beyond measure that many of them were written down, preserved for my brother and I and our descendants in words that resonate strongly.

Leadership and prerogative were among the most important:

 

Leadership is a funny thing. The man in the street hates to make decisions, hates to be held responsible for what happens to other people if he does make a decision. “But I was told to do it…” is his cop out. The leader says, quite simply, “It was my decision.”

 

So was his demand that personality and power be an integral part of character. Vibrancy of spirit, strength of intellect, projection of charisma, vitality of heart:

 

Now plog is a fine old English word that best describes those people whose personalities remind you more than anything else in the whole world of cold porridge. Plog is probably a thrilling mixture of plebeian and stodgy. The word could just as easily have been plodge.

Plog will do nicely.

Plog may be used to describe a state of mind, a personality, an attitude, the way a person moves, the way a person decides, the alacrity of a person’s response-time, even a person’s very complexion.

Do not be plog. Our family, by definition, is never plog.

If you are ever plog, I will disown you. Instantly.

 

My father proved that vitality, that strength, that resonant power throughout his life. He provided example of love, of dignity, and expectations of performance for his sons and his descendants. His life was powerfully imbued with joy and sorrow, with great satisfaction and moments of pain. It was lived well.

I knew the day would come when he would die. I dreaded it, but knew that it was an experience he would want me to have. For all men die, and the alternative was for him to bury a son.

At last, one autumn day, it arrived. It was with heavy heart I went to France to pay my final respects, and to honor him.

 

It is difficult to describe the dead face of my father.

The mortuary at the hospital in France  had a small viewing room. My brother and stepmother, formally dressed, waited in the anteroom as I went in to say goodbye for the last time.

What would I see? What would the look be upon his face? What would I feel, when I approached the remains of the man who had created me and walked before me and was every bit adored as well as he was feared, respected as well as he was admired?

Who could snap my brother and I to attention with a glance, he whom a woman never forgot?

I approached the simple coffin that he lay within.

And what I saw gave me great peace of heart.

His face was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson understood this:

 

As sometimes in a dead man’s face,

To those that watch it more and more,

A likeness, hardly seen before,

Comes out—to some one of his race:

So, dearest, now thy brows are cold,

I see thee what thou art, and know

Thy likeness to the wise below,

Thy kindred with the great of old.

But there is more than I can see,

And what I see I leave unsaid,

Nor speak it, knowing Death has made

His darkness beautiful with thee.

 

My father’s face was peaceful.

There was no pain, no sorrow.

There was nothing left… only the absolute nobility of a man of his race and heritage.

I was so very proud of him as I put my hands to his face and felt how cold it was, so terribly cold in that icy room.

I laid my lips to his forehead.

And I swore oath to my dead father.

 

Gratitude, love and fealty are owed in honor.

I swore to him I would never live as a slave, and teach my sons the same.

I swore to him I would bear witness to our heritage in the dark world.

I swore that I would bear true allegiance and fealty to my elder brother as the new head of our family, and stand beside him with counsel and arms ready to deal out fatal blows of savage loyalty.

I swore I would find way to spread message of the West, and of the heart of civilization that endures. The heart that is upheld by men, advanced by men, and defended by men who know their brothers and fight with them and love and honor them.

I swore I would be true to myself, to my heritage, to my upbringing, and to my sacred purpose.

Today I manifest it with this work.

 

Sacred purpose is the Way.

My father died several years ago.

Today you read here at Dark Triad Man and you see fulfillment of this oath in the world.

The work that I do here resonates from the past of England, into the future of America, and carries the West itself with it.

I tell you that men do not leave their brothers behind.

In my interviews and writing I stress this crucial truth.

Men must stand with their brothers, both of blood and of civilization.

The gorgeous heritage of the West is your responsibility and duty.

Uphold it. Bring your brothers forward. Drive their success as well.

Loners die in the dark world, and armies win.

Thus your responsibility is to form ranks.

And to pave the way, to promote, and to share.

You will see this here at Dark Triad Man.

 

Guest posts are coming from The Family Alpha.

In the coming weeks I will be showcasing guest posts from The Family Alpha.

His post Queen and Warrior in particular is superb reading for men on the nature of the ferocious female in marriage, and it is with profound pleasure that I announce collaboration with his work here at Dark Triad Man.

Words of War will cover his decision to write, and how he became immediately cognizant to the fact that his words were his weapons.

 

Every comment, every post, everything I was writing were bullets I was shooting to kill the toxic ideas existing in the minds of men.

…each post was another bomb I dropped onto enemy soil.

 

Family Crest will share how men placed family honor and survival as paramount considerations, back to a time when manhood and holding ground were one and the same…

 

…where their crest was emblazoned across a shield which hung above a mantle, waiting for the next time to be used, where men would choose to take the higher road, though it may be more difficult because they did not want to dishonor their family name.

 

Get Ready To Fight brings forward the admonition and teaching of the role of men in the dark world, and of their stewardship of family and protective power:

 

There are too many men in the world who are willing to do practically anything before they choose physical confrontation. Men will see their wives and girlfriends hit and try to turn the other cheek and tend to their woman or tell her it was her fault versus facing the prospect of a fight.

 

Men do not leave their brothers behind, and you must grasp what this means.

Nor do men abandon their women to the adversary. It is not the Way.

The Way can be learned. The Way must be taught.

Survival of our heritage in the West demands it.

Follow @TheFamilyAlpha today.

 

Join in our work and brotherhood.

Enter the ranks of men like The Family Alpha and Mr. Swift. Understand that dread lords and bloody banners are the way of the dark world, which does not soften its nature from one generation to the next.

You exist within it. Know that the tide of war looms closer even as the new leaders of the West forge great alliances in the face of the foul tide of Islam that washes closer each murderous day.

I am Ivan Throne. I am the Dark Triad Man.

I tell you today that oath will be fulfilled, beyond measure and in honor of the dead. It is backed by the blood of nearly a thousand years, and the determination of iron men who bore steel in defense of their sovereign lord and culture.

In honor of heritage, with ferocity of the day, and in grave attainment of the future.

Today that duty and responsibility rests upon you. Seize it! Take it in hand, and own it!

Stand with us, brothers, and uphold the thrones of the West against destruction.

Remember the immortal words of Kipling:

 

Now this is the Law of the Jungle —

as old and as true as the sky;

And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper,

but the Wolf that shall break it must die.

As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk

the Law runneth forward and back —

For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf,

and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.

 

Look well, o wolves! Run with us, brothers!

The hunt grows swift and fearsome in the dark.

Regards,

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IVAN THRONE is the bestselling author of The Nine Laws. He is a powerful speaker, business manager and seasoned veteran of the financial industry with over thirty years of study in the classical Japanese military fighting arts. His vivid lessons and ruthless mentoring for the hard and often cruel demands of our pitiless high performance world have helped millions of people across social media deeply connect with radical, authentic success to the joys of partners, lovers, colleagues and clients.

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Left Alliance Violent Assault On Young Student

 

A brutal Left Alliance violent assault was captured live.

Updated on January  27, 2017:

West Virginia University has released a statement (below in article).

Law enforcement and prosecuting attorney contact information has accordingly been removed. You can still provide your comments to the Student Conduct team at WVU.

Best wishes to the TPUSA teams.

– Ivan

I just received an email from Charlie Kirk, the head of Turning Point USA. As my readers are aware, I was a guest of CU-TPUSA at their Milo Yiannopoulos event in Boulder, Colorado this past Wednesday.

The email provided me with details and a link to video evidence of unprovoked, criminal behavior by a Left Alliance violent thug named Kelly Denham upon a young student at Western Virginia University.

Watch this disgusting Left Alliance violent crime:

 

 

Demand this Left Alliance violent attack have consequences.

@WestVirginiaU - Please handle this Left Alliance violent criminal attack on WVU campus.
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Do not allow this to go resolved. Insist on accountability.

 

West Virginia University has issued a statement.

 

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Contacts at WVU Student Conduct.

Stacy Vander Velde

Director for Student Conduct

304-293-8111

stacy.vandervelde@mail.wvu.edu

LiDell Evans

Assistant Dean of Students for Student Conduct

304-293-8111

lidell.evans@mail.wvu.edu

Amber Shipley

Assistant Director for Student Conduct

304-293-8111

anshipley@mail.wvu.edu

 

Please share any response you have from the WVU Student Conduct in the comments.

Let the world know what their reply is.

 

Send your support to TPUSA.

They do terrific work. Encourage the leaders of the new future we have brought into being, and must hand over to them as the new stewards of our nation, our culture and civilization.

Give Kaitlynn Critchfield, the young lady in the video, your support.

And let Turning Point WVU know that you have their back.

This Left Alliance violent crime must not go unanswered.

Never leave your brothers behind in the dark world.

Take action today in response.

Regards,

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Brutal Clips 10: Riots, Milo And Mr. Swift

 

The Milo riots in Boulder were exquisite.

Lauren and I were in Boulder, Colorado on January 25th to see Milo Yiannopoulos speak.

We were very graciously provided with VIP reservations by Turning Point USA’s CU-Boulder chapter.

We were accompanied by Mr. Swift, who has long experience as a major metropolitan S.W.A.T. team leader and instructor.

Mr. Swift and I stepped into the den of the Antifa tiger. And his observations are captured in this podcast.

Listen to Brutal Clips 10: Riots, Milo And Mr. Swift:

 

Good video of an arrest from Unicorn Riot:

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Share this after action report on Twitter with a click:

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Follow Mr. Swift on Twitter at @PraetorianSwift.

And if you’re ready to measure yourself against men like him, start now.

Check out the Immersion Forge.

Regards,

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Brutal Clips 10: Riots, Milo And Mr. Swift

The Milo riots in Boulder were exquisite.

Lauren and I were in Boulder, Colorado on January 25th to see Milo Yiannopoulos speak. We were very graciously provided with VIP reservations by Turning Point USA’s CU-Boulder chapter and were accompanied by Mr. Swift, who has long experience as a major metropolitan S.W.A.T. team leader and instructor.

Mr. Swift and I stepped into the den of the rioting tiger. And his observations are captured in this podcast.

 

Listen to Brutal Clips 10: Riots, Milo And Mr. Swift.

 

My Periscope stream that night had over 7,600 viewers.

 

Follow Mr. Swift and get introduced.

He is on Twitter at @PraetorianSwift. You can read more about his unusual skills here.

And if you’re ready to measure yourself against men like him, start now.

Check out the Immersion Forge.

Regards,

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IVAN THRONE is the bestselling author of The Nine Laws. He is a powerful speaker, business manager and seasoned veteran of the financial industry with over thirty years of study in the classical Japanese military fighting arts. His vivid lessons and ruthless mentoring for the hard and often cruel demands of our pitiless high performance world have helped millions of people across social media deeply connect with radical, authentic success to the joys of partners, lovers, colleagues and clients.

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Vox Day And Jack Murphy To Debate The Future Of The #AltRight

 

Vox Day and Jack Murphy will generate real sparks.

Richard Spencer has declined to appear on the Brutal Clips podcast to debate Jack Murphy on white nationalism, identity politics and the #AltRight.

But we’re taking it to an even more powerful level.

Vox Day, the Supreme Dark Lord and lead editor at Castalia House, has offered to debate Jack here at Dark Triad Man. Jack immediately accepted. We’re working out the recording dates and times now.

Follow Jack on Twitter and Vox Day on Gab.

Check out their sites at Vox Populi and Jack Murphy Live…

…and read more to discover how YOU can help shape topics for this debate:

 

Vox Day.

Vox Day is an American publisher, science fiction writer, philosopher, musician and video game designer. He is a former nationally syndicated columnist with Chronicle Features and Universal Press Syndicate. He is known as the Supreme Dark Lord of the Evil Legion of Evil by his supporters, who describe themselves as Vile Faceless Minions and the Dread Ilk.

He is also the lead editor at Castalia House, publisher of my bestseller The Nine Laws.

Notably for this debate, Vox Day is also the author of the 16 Points of the #AltRight.

 

Jack Murphy

Jack Murphy is a senior executive, accomplished athlete and writer. He covers men’s issues, current events, and personal development at Jack Murphy Live. He is also a father of three.

Jack’s recent advocacy of the NewRight and its differences from the #AlRright lead to a recent confrontation with Richard Spencer as covered by The Atlantic and Business Insider.

 

The topic is the future of the #AltRight.

Vox Day and Jack Murphy will cover a range of topics including white nationalism, identity politics, the tension between the #AltRight and other groups, including what Mike Cernovich calls the New Right.

Both men are intelligent, accomplished, passionate and educated. And with moderation from Dark Triad Man we are sure to have a very powerful Brutal Clips podcast.

 

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Stay tuned for the debate that will shape the narrative.

The discussion between Vox Day and Jack Murphy will change the way you look at the #AltRight and the future of identity politics in not just the United States, but in the West.

Keep your eye on Dark Triad Man as we move closer to the day of broadcast.

It’s time to close ranks against the Left.

Regards,

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