My Nationalist Pony:
An Interview with Buttercup Dew
Greg Johnson
4,401 words

Editor’s Note:

When I began this interview with the creator of the My Nationalist Pony blog, I was completely unaware of My Little Pony and the whole “Brony”-sphere it has spawned. For some background visit My Nationalist Pony, Equestria Daily, and click here. Prepare yourself, gentle reader, this rabbit hole runs deep.

Let’s begin with some biographical information. Who are you? Where are you from? When were you born? Who are your people?

Ah, Buttercup is being asked to talk about himself! His favorite thing.

I would classify myself as demographically, the exact type of person that White Nationalists need to take an interest in. I’m a 23-year-old “guy” from South London, born at a now-demolished local hospital near the town of Croydon (as made famous by the folk hero Emma West). Growing up I can recall ever increasing proportions of Diversity in the schools and colleges I attended. I was raised here and have never lived significantly far from here, so I’ve always been on top of a Ground Zero for white displacement.

The issue of “My People” is a difficult one. I am the grandson of a North Italian migrant and have a fairly Roman face, and any person with an eye for ethnicity can easily spot I am not a true Anglo-Saxon native. Like any good son I’m a proud rebel, and have kicked back against my family’s persistent alienating liberalism with an interest in genetics, ethnicity, and ancestry. On a political level, I identify as a Pan-European White Nationalist. I do not feel comfortable around non-whites, mainly because they mostly harbor a desire to kill me for being whitey, on a macro scale if not a personal one. On a personal level I identify with intellectual whites who share the same racial consciousness as I do. Ultimately, “my people” are my family, or racial reflections of them; white, self-effacing, charmingly eccentric, emotionally open, and unflinchingly loyal (if not always right).

Describe your intellectual journey to White Nationalism?

My journey to White Nationalism was a short and simple one – I simply became conscious of being white. This happened to me because of a perpetual dissatisfaction of the views of the social circles I ran in, when I found conflicting viewpoints and evidence on the web. I was raised as a Christian, became an atheist, became a Communist, became a Libertarian, became an Anarcho-Capitalist, became an emergent-theory buff, then hit the Race / IQ singularity. This process, known in most parts as “growing up,” was a game of knocking over a belief system when I found a missing factor its first principles couldn’t account for.

It was shortly after the Race / IQ discovery that I first conceived of myself on a biological, racial level. The astounding fact of it is that I am a white nationalist because I thought my way through a shedload of economic and theological dogmas, and not because I was externally prompted. Around the time of opening this Pandora’s Box, I found myself listening to R.A.C metal bands like Skrewdriver and Landser, in glorious 240p Youtube playlists. I was at university, whites were a tenuous majority, and Arab men in full Muslim garb were heavily present as the shock troops of the ongoing displacement.

It was around this time I was coming to terms with being a flaming homo, so I frequented the gay bars around the place. I saw a lot of working class, masculine white men in their 30s and 40s, standing around with their thumbs metaphorically up their asses while the DJ blared out “Tragedy.” The contradiction between the male reality and “third gender” leftist fantasy about homosexual men was made very apparent to me at that time, so I never really bought the gay identity that the left was selling. Nor did I buy the Multicult fantasy that my university town was “twinned” with Bumfuck, AK47ville, Islamistan, so this all fuelled my intellectual journey to White Nationalism. It opened a window to an identity I belonged to innately, and gave me a greater purpose than sulking beside a rainbow flag. The music and ideology of White Nationalism projected an ideological shield around me that I was part of racial folk movement that was very remote, and vastly superior to, the nancy-pampy filth that surrounded me.

Read the rest, in full:

http://www.counter-currents.com/2014/01/my-nationalist-pony-an-interview-with-buttercup-dew/

(H/T Occidental Dissent)