On writing
and why it is necessary right now
Writing. It's something I do. It is not who I am.
For nearly three decades now, I've moved in circles where people want to identify as "writers." Better than identifying as a host of other things, I guess.
In this larger realm of wannabe writers, while pretty much all of them think about it, most never write a word. Certainly nothing gets published by the good lot of them.
I was among the pretenders for a while. But one day—I can't even begin to remember my motivation—I started blogging. I was consistent about it. A few people tuned in. I couldn't figure out how to do anything more than entertain and inform a small group of people. So I eventually just stopped.
Meanwhile, I had a couple short-lived journalism gigs. Other people discovered me, I guess, but more importantly, people found out that they could depend on someone to report the news, not the propaganda. Unfortunately, those jobs didn't last long (for many reasons well outside my control).
On occasion, I'd write letters to the editor and op-ed pieces. Not too much, but if something got to sticking in my craw, I figured I wasn't the only one who wanted to bring attention to the issues. By then, I didn't fancy myself as a writer, per se, but more as a citizen who had something to say.
One of those first op-eds I wrote, the Oregonian published it on its website. It got a lot of attention and quickly became the most viewed and commented on piece on their site for the next several weeks. It struck a nerve in the community.
But then they took that column of mine down, scraped all the comments—of which there were dozens if not hundreds—and then eventually put it back up again a few days later. The "new" version removed my byline but at the same time added a byline from one of their editors. My own byline became part of the text within the column itself. Comments were turned off.
If I didn't believe that the institutional left was out to get people like me—those with sober, cogent arguments about the state and direction our culture is moving—I figured it out right about then.
Much of the culture still wants to hold on to the fantasy that there is some benevolent and neutral agency that should give us "the news." Straight news. No bias.
Such a notion is just that—fantasy.
But since it is an "election year," they're at it again, of course. Straight news, they call it. What you should call it is "fortifying an election" once again.
Kamala Harris and Tim Walz are legitimate losers and terrible people, but they're holding together a left wing right now—what Steve Sailer calls "The Coalition of the Fringes"—that is clinging to its tenuous hold on power. Any destructive ideology or identity-based political scheme, if it's not already Biden-Harris, then Harris-Walz has you covered.
The problem lies entirely within the corporate media structure. These self-fashioned elites don't like "Republicans," so they put their thumb on the scale with their coverage of events. This is fairly obvious to anyone who pays attention.
Well, I have a natural resentment to the Republican Party, too. It is a horribly leftist and globalist party. But it is just way less of that than the current Democratic Party, which is a total abomination of anything resembling sanity.
Both major parties—and the fringy "third parties"—espouse evil within their platforms. As voters, Fr. Chad Ripperger notes that "your obligation is to vote for the lesser of two evils." Furthermore, he says that "you're not voting for the person's evil or the evil that the thing is doing. What you're voting to is to preserve the good that would be lost if the other opponent got in."
In other words, vote NOT Democrat. Whatever that means to you.
But the press being so brazen in their contempt for anything not wildly left-wing, it becomes most concerning when it chooses to report on nearly anything once considered newsworthy.
When on the stump, VP Harris will inevitably utter a smattering of word salad, usually a picnic that dribbles off her lips like an old man’s unhappy micturition. Still, the press runs cover for her.
It's like playing chess with a pigeon. First, don't do that. Don't play chess with animals, particularly pigeons.
There is clearly no intellectual value in doing so. Yet, if you do engage, all that pigeon will do is knock your pieces off the board. Then, he'll get up. He'll fly around and proceed to defecate all over your board.
That's what we're dealing with when it comes to the corporate media.
So, why write if I say I'm not a writer or don’t identify as such? Of course, we still podcast and do videos and social media and all the rest of it, too. All of it requires writing to some degree.
Why? Because I consider myself a publisher more than anything. Emails, blogs, podcasts, videos, books, and now magazines.
But there is something about physically doing the writing. Not only does the act of writing help one think, it facilitates and organizes greater thought. It's useful.
Writing ensconces—in a certain place and time—the thoughts, sentiments, and insights that would otherwise fade from the cultural consciousness had they not been recorded. Published writing lives on into the future, that's true. But it is first dispersed within this amalgam we call the present.
We should all write, even if we are not writers. Even if we don't publish things regularly.
But today, we need more voices. Sober voices. Cogent voices.
With my new magazine, The Los Gatos Review, I am taking it upon myself to publish those voices—"dissident" as they might be—who distinctly separate themselves from our current, bat guano-crazy "news" environment.
It is imperative that a record exists of what people think, nay, know in this most tumultuous time. The Harris-Walz ticket may very well win—whatever that means anymore—come November. Such a result will indeed have its own host of problems and contribute rapidly to the demise of this culture, if not entire civilization.
Those people's votes which ultimately champion the evil—and literal stupidity—of Harris-Walz become the selfsame weapons used to actively destroy you, your home, and your family. It is not to be taken lightheartedly.
However, our posterity—if we are to maintain it—must become aware that there was indeed a vanguard out there fighting for them, not forsaking them.
After all, our problems in this culture do not come down to elections. It is much bigger than that.
Yet, Harris and Walz and their sycophantic supporters end up making it about elections. There is no choice but for them to lose and lose badly.
If you have something to say, we want to hear it. The culture needs it. Our collective futures are pining for it.
For submission guidelines:
Submissions deadline for the Fall 2024 issue is September 18, 2024.