The Way of the Gang

Some time ago, I put forth the idea that organized criminal gangs could be thought of as a form of asymmetric tribal warfare, and I vowed to examine the subject. That was a while ago, but I never forgot, and here I finally get around to approaching the subject (and yes, some of the other things I promised to write about previously are percolating as you read this. Mark my words, the Sigma Point is coming).

That said, what are gangs? Gangs are a tool developed for certain purposes, usually that of protection, though other self-interests, frequently the desire for economic gain,* also come into play (note how gangs often arise in circumstances when resources are scarce and/or the threat of outside dangers is high). They are, in other words, intelligently-designed thedes (in the sense that they were created by sentient intelligences, not necessarily that the creators are intelligent per se).

Gangs often have an ethno-nationalist component to them, and have a tendency to arise in circumstances in which sense of ethnic solidarity is high. Take a look at the division lines among prison gangs: the need to survive forces one to bond with others of ones’ race. To paraphrase Wesley Morganston, it turns out that the state of nature is ethnic gangs.

What is a tribe? A tribe is a group of (often related) people banding together for survival. It is difficult not to see conflict between gangs as a form of ethnic-based tribal warfare.

So yes, we can certainly define gangs as tribes and gang conflict as tribal warfare. The tricky bit is not in this act of definition, but in defending how this dynamic is asymmetric.

On the surface, it isn’t. Yet, this is because we forget that there is always a bigger gang out there. Gangs do not just fight each other, they also fight against their common enemy, the biggest gang of them all: the government.

Governments are, for all intents and purpose, a sedentary gang that controls a large area. King. President. Warlord. Chieftain. The difference is one of semantics, not particularly of kind.

The difference in power is what renders this conflict asymmetric. Gangs are not usually strong enough to take on the might of the government. This can occur only when the dynamic to a more balanced arrangement (as in the case of the Mexican cartels) or when the government is unwilling to bring down the hammer due to reasons of psychological handicap and not sheer capacity for violence.

The past 200 years have seen organized gangs survive by stealth in the face of the Leviathan. Value systems like Omerta were developed in order to ensure that the incarceration of one member was not a deathblow to the group and that organized criminal groups could remain shrouded in secrecy. The punishment for “rats” and “snitches” was a painful death, a brutal yet effective solution to the problem of potential defection in a set-up that put the “prisoner” in Prisoner’s Dilemma.

So what will the future of organized crime look like? Mexican cartels are one possible example. ISIS is actually another. Though it’s not completely off-base to refer to them as jihadi terrorists, one can just as easily (and correctly) say that they are an organized crime syndicate with a unique religious and political bent that is functionally the ruling government in its territory (analogies with gangs that “control” certain city blocks practically smack one in the face). They certainly make money the same way as organized criminal gangs.

This is definitely one potential future we might see. Gangs could very well move into the vacuum created by chaotic events and take on more of what we might consider formal power. My prediction, however, is something more subtle. I think for the short-term and medium-term future, gangs will continue to operate under the radar for now, and their importance in the affairs of people is generally going to increase.

Why do I believe this? It is because gangs are fairly well-optimized not only for 4th generation warfare (non-state actors waging war on states, which is arguably what gangs do anyway), and not just for the ultimate manifestation of what 4th generation warfare* will become, but also for the coming age of 5th generation warfare.* Gangs, which waned in power with the rise of the powerful, centralized nation-state, are ideal units for the coming age of conflict, and will return in prominence as the future plays out.

This will become especially true the more Orwellian western countries become. As more and more people pull away from viewing the state as their benevolent protector, alternative options are going to become increasingly more attractive. People in danger of “vibrant enrichment” will perhaps be the first to band together, but thoughtcriminals and those increasingly unable to make ends meet will also feel the tug of the männerbund as a means to achieve their ends. A dramatic collapse of some sort would certainly expedite this process, but a slow decay over time would also produce much the same results in the end.

Insofar as Neoreaction is concerned with understanding how political systems will evolve in the future, it would be a good start to begin asking the right questions about gangs and organized crime.


*Many thanks to New International Outlook for tipping me off to excellent reading material that was most helpful in formulating many of the ideas in this post.

UPDATE: With one hand he giveth, and the other he taketh away. Vulture of Critique likes what I have to say about gangs and disagrees with the theories of 4GW and 5GW that I am playing with here.


50 Ways Millenials are Sub-human Troglodytes

An acquaintance of mine recently posted a link to an article titled “50 Things about Millenials That Make Corporate America Shit Its Pants” on the book of faces. Right away, I could see that I was going to have some major points of division with the author of this self-congratulatory paean to my generation. Putting aside how tacky it is to pat yourself on the back before you’ve actually accomplished anything, this piece comes off as it it were intended to be a painful reminder of just how oblivious some people can be. I can only hope it is a masterful work of trolling, but alas, I fear the worse.

Normally, I would only delve into the depths of such vapid tripe with a heavy glass of gin next to me. Since it was the early afternoon at the time, however, I was forced to make do with black coffee. Steeling myself what for didn’t need to be done at all and was a consequence of making entirely preventable, masochistic decisions needed to be done, I began scrolling through this madness, hoping to find inspiration for a post. Before long, however, I realized that I was going to have to eschew my usual method of using such things as a starting point for further discussion. This piece was so off-base I realized that I was going to have to directly comment on some of the most egregiously bad assertions by Miss Lauren Martin.

Let the butchery begin.


4. We’re willing to work for nothing if it means being happy…Despite being in debt.

“We’re willing to work for nothing” is definitely something you should say to those evil corporations if you want to get them trembling in their three-piece suits.

7. We have social media on our side.

Its not like social media sites like Facebook would ever take advantage of us, right? It’s not like social media is run by corporations, right?

11. We’re not about climbing the ladder, we’re about circumventing it.

Chaos is a ladder.

13. We’re not afraid to quit if we don’t like what’s going on.

You know, I actually have no problem with this one. Exit over voice.

17. We don’t have a chip on our shoulders.


I have a chip on my shoulder about the world we’re inheriting. I admit it. Previous generations made some egregious mistakes that it’s quite alright to be upset about. Relax. It’s perfectly reasonable to be discontent. Say, have you heard of Neoreaction?

19. We’re more educated, by the book and the street.

In an age in which the point of education is to erase knowledge, not impart it, is this really something to brag about?

20. We’re not interested in office politics.

Politics is power, and you may not be interested in power, but power is always interested in you. Eschew it at your peril.

24. We are trying to beat the system, not just work with it.

The system keeps you in place by making you think you’re beating it. I think you underestimate just how cunning you have to be if you really want to beat it.

25. We don’t have to go to college to get ahead.

Then why are we doing so anyway? Are we sure we’re not brainwashed?

27. We’re listening to our women.

But who are our women listening to?

28. We want freedom more than anything else.

So why aren’t we fleeing to countries where we can have it?

31. We distribute the news, not the other way around.

Newsflash: the news is how Corporate America controls you.

32. We don’t care as much about profit as we do the product.

We ARE the product that the corporations profit from.

36. We’re open to any gender, sexual orientation and race.

In fact, let’s let them come tumbling over our borders. It’s not as if the quality of a country has anything to do with the quality of its citizens #ElizabethWarren2016

39. We learned from our parents’ mistakes.

Is that why we insist on repeating them?

41. We’d rather travel and be poor than be rich and never see the world.

And somehow, we still end up poor and untraveled.

44. We’d rather have experiences than bank statements.

I am rather concerned by how much of this piece is rationalizing being poor by claiming possession of non-material things that we don’t actually have.

47. We want careers, not jobs.

We fetishize what we do not have.

49. We have morals.

Morality is totally subjective, and it’s not as if functional society doesn’t grow on trees, am I right?

50. We have each other.

I can’t help but think of an old East German joke from the days of the Soviet Union: A school teacher asks little Fritzie : “Fritzchen, why are you always speaking of our Soviet brothers? It’s ‘Soviet friends’.” Fritz responds: “Well, you can pick your friends.”


Millenials are not fighting against the system. They are kept firmly in place by the idea that they are fighting the system. If I were an anthropomorphized corporation, I wouldn’t be shitting my pants. I would weep for such bountiful herds of sheep to fleece.

Now, in fairness, this might just be a disagreement over which paradigm to apply to the same reality. Two sides, same coin, and all that. But one is forced to admit that it looks like the author of this piece and I are in very different realities. How could this possibly happen? What could lead two people to disagree so fundamentally as to the nature of the world around them?

Lauren “LMoney” Martin grew up with one goal: to be the first woman engineer. Upon finding out there already were women engineers, and unable to pass Calc 1, she chose to study the beautiful and honorable art of advertising. After advertising proved uninspiring, she attempted a career in acting which was over before she could get on stage. And when she failed at everything else she decided to become a writer.

You know, those four sentences explain more than I would have ever thought possible.


An Age of Monsters

I sat down to write a piece to commemorate 9/11. Well, to be more honest, I tried. I felt the need to put thoughts on (electronic) paper, and this seemed the natural subject to broach.

No dice. I was too young. There’s nothing for me to say. I could write a eulogy of America, which would be fitting, as I truly believe that the United States died on 9/11. Still no juice. I was just too young. How do you eulogize the passing of something that you barely knew? Same with the people I knew who fell with the towers. I knew them only in the vaguest sense of the word. I was just too young.

When was I born? I was born just old enough to remember what it was like before progressivism fully completed its cultural coup d’etat. Just old enough to remember what things were like before America gave up on itself. Just old enough to have the glimmering hint of a time before the grim malaise of the post 9/11-era set in and began suffocating us all.

Perhaps I wasn’t too young after all. Perhaps I was born at just the moment I needed to be.

I suppose I could talk about what it was like to grow up in the shadow of 9/11. I suppose I could discuss what effect it has on a person to grow up knowing nothing but the Patriot Act, NSA spying, and foreign wars, with Pokemon, Facebook, and Netflix for entertainment if I ever started to gaze too deep into the abyss.

The words of Bane from the newest Batman movie come to mind: “I didn’t see the light until I was already a man, and by then it was nothing but blinding.”

Never forget 9/11, they tell us. How are we supposed to forget when the shadow of 9/11 is all we have every truly known? Anthrax scares. Wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. Russia resurgent. Potential terrorists everywhere. How would you, my elders, have turned out, if you had known all this before you had entered adulthood?

Who the fuck do you think you would be?

I suppose I could discuss my belief that were it not for the swarm of electronic distraction, estrogenic chemicals in everything, and the ability of the media cabal to avoid any substantial dissemination of meaningful information, my generation would already be up in arms and taking action, and they would have been for quite some time now.

Then again, my generation also thought that voting Obama into office was meaningful action, and they’ve been content to sit on their hands since then. I might be wrong on this matter. Maybe even under optimal circumstances my contemporaries would be just as docile. The number of my peers who can actually think for themselves is vanishingly small. That number will grow as more and more of them are shocked into understanding, but will it be enough? Perhaps I’m wrong in assuming that when the call to action sounds, they will answer.

Of course, look at how so many in the vanguard of reaction are under 30. Perhaps we might live up to Strauss-Howe Generational theory and become a generation of heroes after all. I do think that most, if not all, of my contemporaries feel the need to do something. There are just so few of us who have decided what it is that we should do.

If I had to bet on it, I would posit that some of us will become heroes. The number will be few, and even more consequential will be those who become not heroes, but monsters.

My generation is simultaneously the most coddled generation ever and one that has known nothing but a dark, pessimistic world. This song was a number one hit for two weeks in the summer of 1985. Here’s what it sounds like with a slight twist from my generation.

I ask you now, which generation do you think will give rise to more monsters?

“I didn’t see the light until I was already a man, and by then it was nothing but blinding.”

90% of my generation probably won’t amount to anything. That number might even be closer to 95%. That other 5 – 10% though? Well, let’s just say it’s going to be an interesting 10 – 20 years.

“There’s a room where the light won’t find you
Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down
When they do, I’ll be right behind you
So glad we’ve almost made it
So sad we had to fade it


Field Report: COCK

Earlier today, I was approached by a friendly acquaintance and invited to attend a meeting of the student leftist organization on campus. I was friendly and polite, hinting that the offer sounded appealing to me, though I initially had no intention of attending. Not only would it involve surrounding myself with the most left-wing hooligans on campus, but I would also have to skip out on martial arts practice with some close friends in order to grace these lefties with my presence.

I find playing at being a badass to be much more satisfying than playing at being an effeminate man-child, but the more I thought about it, the more the idea of attending started to appeal to me. Why not show up and try to have some fun with the proceedings? I fired off a quick stream of thoughts on twitter, and, goaded on by Aimless Gromar and a certain infamous duck, I decided to attend the meeting. Providing the name of the specific organization would put forth more information than I am comfortable revealing on this blog, so this organization shall be henceforth referred to as the Coven of Covetous Kreatures (COCK).

Those composition of those attending was just about what one could expect. There were a few attractive-looking women, and a few slutty-looking ones, but sadly those two groups shared no overlap in membership. There was one other male there who looked like he lifted, there was one who thought he was a woman, and there was only one male there who had a deeper voice than I did. I didn’t see anyone who looked like they would be fun to drink with. Most of them seemed vapid and incompetent, though there were a few people who weren’t complete empty-headed idiots. Overall, it was a bit larger than I thought it would be, but otherwise I was unsurprised by this COCK.

The meeting began with a brief overview of how the group was structured and what they had accomplished since their founding. They professed a strong belief in decentralization and democratic organization, and as such had no formal hierarchy, but instead utilized a series of committees to deal with issues of relevance and made no decisions without a vote of all members. They also discussed how they had not been successful in achieving any of their initiatives. Apparently this state of affairs had been carrying on for some time.

I realized fairly quickly that I was going to have to disappoint the people who were counting on me to troll, as there was just no way I could troll these people harder than they troll themselves. This COCK didn’t need me to fuck it. It could do the job just fine on its own.

The meeting then moved on to other subjects, including a discussion of how they could spread their leftist message through the media. You have to hand it to leftists. They really are like a hivemind in their ability to adopt the same tactics as other leftists all over the world.

The affair was fairly predictable. Motions were made to form committees to focus on reducing food waste at the university, taking away the right of fraternities to decide who gets to attend their parties, and combating sexual assault. The phrase “war on women” was uttered, as well as the 1 in 3 “statistic”. I wondered if by those same standards, affirmative action was sufficiently aggressive enough to constitute a war on smart people, and I found it difficult not to let a malicious smile cross my lips. I restrained myself by imagining this whole COCK naked. It was easy not to smile after that.

I don’t think I’ll by attending too many more meetings. Devoting any time to this COCK, even for the purpose of trolling or sabotaging their efforts, seems like a tiresome, unsatisfying chore. Still, I think I’ll stay on the e-mail list. If nothing else, paying lip service to their ideals puts me relatively far down on their list of people to bemoan. I can also use this as an opportunity to work on my poker face.

I guess I also like the idea of a secret Neoreactionary using the power of the vote to tie up an egalitarian, democratic organization. Perhaps I should try to get on one of those committees and start acting like the second coming of Sir Humphrey Appleby.

If anything though, my time spent with this COCK made me yearn for a secret Neoreactionary cabal on this campus that I could call my own. Time to start sniffing out the rightists and sifting through them to see who has what it takes to handle the burden of Gnon.


Fire and Ice

It is an inevitable fact of life that the more materially comfortable humans become, the more they will seek luxury and entertainment (a small minority will also seek fulfillment, but this represents a percentage of humanity so small that we can afford to ignore them, except in those circumstances in which we are discussing not ordinary, but extraordinary, people, which is not the case here). In other words, a civilized society finds itself dedicating increasing amounts of energy catering to its emotions instead of to its survival.

The problem with the way most people conceptualize emotions, however, is that they assume they are useful stimuli for guiding decisions. This is a mistake. You do not “have” emotions. You interpret them. Misattribution of experiences is the default human condition.

How do we interpret emotions? Through the lens of environmental cues, past experiences, and personal desires. The problem is, the more we exist to cater to our emotions, the less we can say that our experiences are useful guides in and of themselves for emotional understanding. Emotions guided by past emotions guided by emotional experiences. It creates its own feedback loop, one that begins to drift further and further from objective reality.

The more we are engulfed by this sentimental Charybdis, the more we attempt to clothe our rationalizations in objective language, in a desperate attempt to delude ourselves into believing the validity of our perceptions.

Fairness. Justice. Progress.

Fools. Does anyone truly know what those words mean? How many of us can honestly say that they have asked themselves that question?

Philosophers are misunderstood because they seek to find the answers to the questions that others do not even know can be asked. Neoreactionaries, like all philosophers, are doomed to this fate. We most proceed accordingly.

What most people hold to be unassailably correct knowledge is an illusion, a subconscious impulse masquerading as conscious thought. This is the end result of experiencing emotions without context. Lost like a puppy in the rain who doesn’t even know its state is to be pitied.

The more our environment and our experiences become artificial, the more we become like rats in a lab. We are not the wild, healthy, majestic creatures we think we are. We are like a laboratory experiment that went horribly wrong and now lives a soulless existence, wishing it could beg for death but not knowing how. We spend so much time trying to fill the void but all our efforts merely show us the depth of the maw and in our quest to find the light at the end of the darkness we find ourselves unable to allocate the effort needed to survive.

In due time, the death drive becomes the zeitgeist of all civilizations. The richer and more comfortable a civilization, the more potent this becomes. Rotherham. Ferguson. Ukraine. This is the death-knell. Ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee.

It is very hard to kill a civilization that wishes to survive, It is impossible to save one that has already decided to be dead.

Pure, unchecked emotion and the drive for death go hand in hand. The former is the most supremely passive tool for experiencing the world, the latter is the final conclusion of the former; the grand surrender to ultimate totality.

The purely emotional nature of the supreme (dare I say divine?) feminine renders it the counterpart of death. The femme fatale is not only fatale becuaes she is femme, but femme because she is fatale. You cannot have one without the other. Two sides. One coin.

Emotion. Comfort. Death. This is the realm of the feminine.

Struggle. Pain. Life. This is the realm of the masculine.

Yin and Yang. Ice and Fire. Death and Life.

Life is borne from death. Life is defined by the struggle against death. Life will always and inevitably succumb to death.


Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

-Robert Frost