He’s not an ally. He’s damaged in interesting ways. He has all the standard failings of a white nationalist. His vision of an ideal future has no place for me. And yet, I keep listening to him. A recent post demonstrates why. VD is responding to critics about his continuing exposures of Jordan Peterson:
http://voxday.blogspot.com/2018/06/mailvox-leave-jordy-alone.html
If I didn’t sell out when GT Interactive offered me millions of dollars, if I didn’t take any of the multiple offers that have been made for Castalia House, if I refused to remove the chapters on Republican media whores at the demand of Fox News and Thomas Nelson in the full knowledge that they would cancel the book contract (the latter even tried unsuccessfully to get out of paying what they contractually owed me), what makes anyone think I won’t hesitate to let every single one of our backers and buyers walk away rather than alter my well-informed position on Jordan Peterson one iota?
If I was the sort of man who would pay any attention to these demands, if I was the sort of individual inclined to demonstrate that kind of intellectual flexibility, then absolutely none of you should donate so much as penny to help us make movies, because there is going to be all kinds of intense pressure to compromise, to sell out, to back down, to adulterate, and to shade the truth during the funding and film-making process, to say nothing of when we have some initial success and Disney or Netflix swoops in and offers to simply buy the whole thing out for enough cash to let me live like a king for the rest of my life.
Is that truly what you want from me? Do you really think so little of me, or at least, of my self-respect?
A breath of fresh air in the Current Year of sellouts, Tradcons, ink-squirting pundits, derping White Knights and backstabbing allies. I am reminded of a quote from one of my favorite video games, System Shock 2:
“Anatoly, there’s only so many corporate calisthenics I can go through before I start to get a little queasy so let’s get down to brass tacks here. We don’t like each other. We each have our own motivation for undertaking this mission so let me give you a little warning. I cannot be circumvented. I cannot be tricked. I cannot be manipulated. And I cannot be bought. You deal with me straight and keep the fancy maneuverings for your next board meeting. Just because my father swam with the sharks doesn’t mean that I do.”
The Cult of Nice can fuck off and die.