Thank You Chris Metzen, for Giving Me More Time With My Brother


Chris Metzen has announced his retirement. I’m not shocked, but I am happy for him, and thankful for the role he played in my life.

I’m a gamer, and have been since I was about five years old when my mom left my brother and I to play arcade games at Mr. Gatti’s Pizza. My mom worked for a computer manufacturing company called Texas Instruments and one Christmas she bought us a TI Basic. We had a ton of  fun playing that thing. But we had consoles, we got an NES in 1986 and that kicked off our obsession with gaming. In 1994, the year I graduated from High School my mom bought me a desktop without much power. It was supposed to be for writing college essays and so she reasoned, it didn’t need much in the way of a processor or a graphics card.

I upgraded quickly.

Gaming in the 90s was awesome. It was the wild west in terms of what was available. Doom was one of my favorites. Then I discovered a game called Starcraft. My obsession with Blizzard had begun. I played for hours on end, only taking a break to read my assigned books or do homework. I had several frustrated girlfriends who complained about how they could never call me because I was always online playing Starcraft or later Diablo II and the xpac Lord of Destruction. Then came Warcraft III and The Frozen Throne. These were wonderful games that filled my imagination with things I had only ever read about in the great fantasy novels of my youth. It was as if someone had, by force of will, brought Middle Earth into my life.

I was alone a lot growing up, with the exception of my brother. We were close until he was thirteen and started doing drugs. I think in hindsight, and after many years of therapy that his drug and alcohol addictions were him self-medicating for schizophrenia. After his death my mother told me he spoke to dead relatives, called the cops because his Christmas tree was attacking him, thought he had been abducted by aliens among other things. I never knew this about my brother. I simply cut him out of my life when he was about fifteen because I could not take his drug and alcohol use.

Then in 2005 I went to visit him for Thanksgiving and he introduced me to a game he had been playing called “World of Warcraft.”

He let me roll a toon on his account to see if I liked it. I made a Night Elf priest and stayed up all night spamming star shards and smite at nightsabers and owlkins in Darkshore. I love it. When I got home I subscribed and created a gnome mage. We played Alliance because my brother just had to play a sexy female paladin and at this time pallies were ally only. We quickly leveled and got into a great raiding guild. We were farming MC and BWL in blues and some greens. (I remember kind of skipping Z’G except to get a few items for people who would not shut up about it). We got into the top guild on our server and opened AQ40 together. We pvp’d in Altrac and Arathi and Warsong and had so much fun. (To say nothing of Southshore – I miss world pvp). I would pew pew and he would follow me and heal me.

Burning Crusade was even better. We plowed through content eventually earing a spot in our server’s top guild. Server firsts were normal. We were respected and I made a lot of friends in guild. This at a very isolating time in my life. I was working on my MA and was surrounded by shitlibs. So it was nice to have friends I could talk to. But most of all it was nice to have my brother back.

But there was a dark side to it. My brother had a severe alcohol problem. He had kicked the coke and meth years before, but he was drinking a bottle of vodka a day. His health got worse and worse as time went on. He would fall asleep during raids, or fail to show up at all. I became an officer in our guild handling recruitment, and stalled on finding a replacement (shortly after server transfers were allowed). But I didn’t want to replace my brother. I knew without WoW he would have little to nothing in his life. He would be gone.

One day the other officers sat him down and asked him to leave since I refused to get a replacement. He understood and accepted their decision. I was right. Two months after leaving the game he was admitted to the hospital with severe liver problems. Then Wrath dropped. He would not be able to level fast enough to get into a good guild. So I stopped playing for a while and took the opportunity to spend time with my brother. We bonded again out of game and because of the game. We were at each others throats over his drug and alcohol problems for about a decade. But WoW and Chris Metzen helped heal old wounds.

My brother died of complications due to liver and kidney failure in February of 2009.

I miss him every time I log into WoW and see the bags he made for me that say “Made by Cyannide”

But I am thankful for the time I got with him. Metzen helped heal old wounds. He gave me a lot of good memories of my brother. I’ll never forget watching my brother, OOM, spam heal our MT on Vashj as I shot fireballs at her trying to bring her down. We were the only three left standing when we got that kill.

So Chris Metzen is moving on to spend time with his family. I respect that. He’s accomplished more than most of us ever will. But most of all, he built an imaginary community of friends, and brought my brother back to me. Even if it was only for a little while. Thank you Chris.

Alt-Right Entryism and a Lesson from Metallica


When I was in elementary school some friends and I got ahold of Metallica’s “Ride the Lightning.” This was the beginning of my love of metal. Eventually I became a musician playing in metal bands in my hometown and even opening for some big name bands. Life was fun. I had friends, not too many, and I wasn’t going to win any popularity awards, but most people knew me and I knew them as well.

Then in 1989 Guns ‘n Roses released Appetite for Destruction. Suddenly there were all kinds of kids, preppies and grits, we used to call them, that were interested in our music. We gave them pointers, taught them how to play guitar or drums, introduced them to people like Steve Vai, Joe Satriani and Eric Johnson to name a few.   But the Metallica dropped what would be known as “The Black Album” and overnight the preppies and grits were wearing Metallica shirts and learning the intro to Enter Sandman.

For those of us who had been into metal since the 80s it was shocking. Really shocking. These people who didn’t pay any attention to us now wanted to be our best friends. They wanted to come over to our houses and play Metallica covers. They wanted us to give them guitar lessons. In short, they wanted to be “in” with the new cool kids. But most of them didn’t realize that a lot of us were into metal because it expressed the rough childhoods many of us had. It spoke to us. They didn’t realize that.

And when we started to invite them in, we suddenly realized they didn’t want to be in because they loved what we loved, they wanted in so they could change what we loved. So we ultimately rejected them. Then the Metallica moment passed, and grunge became the undisputed genre of the 90s.

Was it a good idea to keep the preppies at arms length? I don’t know. In hindsight I suspect we could have taught them to love what we love, but we didn’t. We wanted our culture and our music to be pure. If you weren’t there at the beginning you had not place.

And this is what brings me to the alt-right today. There has been a lot of discussion on what constitutes alt-right, so I won’t go back over it. Voxday and among others have attempted to define the alt-right. But I’m concerned in this article about entryism. There is a bit of a paradox at work here, not unlike the preppies getting into Metallica. The alt-right is kinda cool right now. It’s young and energetic and has a lot of controversial issues. And people are willing to move to the alt-right. The catch is they must be Red Pilled so when they join our ranks, they are not infiltrating us with the intention of changing our core beliefs.

Recently I saw Milo on CNBC talking about the alt-right. Needless to say he got much of it wrong. He seems to think that the core of our values: white nationalism, stopping white replacement (White Genocide) and establishing white rule in white countries, is at the fringe.

It’s not.

So over the next few days I’ll be going over some of the groups that are attempting to claim alt-right and analyzing what their motive may be and how important it is to stop them. I’ll also address the notion that while many can’t be alt-right, they can be allies.


Hillary’s best Marie Antoinette Impression


It was inevitable, what with her failing health and the rumors that she is suffering either from Parkinson’s Disease or Alzheimer’s, that Hillary Clinton would fail to keep her mouth shut and let the MSM cover for her until November. Some pundits have claimed that the “basket of deplorables” comment was her 47% moment, echoing what Mitt Romney said about Democratic voters during the 2012 election cycle.

Her comment shows her disdain for Americans who’ve not bought into the DNC lies. It demonstrates how little respect she has for people whose interests she cannot pander to while keeping her divisive coalition of minitories, gays, single women, and the over-educated all content. This is the age of identity politics, and the left is terrified that the alt-right has started to play, only with a much larger team. Hillary can’t make inroads with whites or men, or white men, without alienating the base she convinced are being victimized by whites and the patriarchy.

The feeling in America right now seems to me, to be what a Frenchman would have felt in the last days of the French monarchy. We don’t have the mass starvation but we do have threats to our employment. Hillary favors TPP and her husband passed NAFTA and GATT. They are globalists interested in the power and money they can bleed from the American working class (whites and males). The Democrats are out of touch.

There are movement by traditional Democratic voters, blacks and hispanics, to vote for Trump. Recently “Latinos for Trump” held “Operation Taco Bowl” in Orange County. It was an attempt, not sure how successful, to gin up support for the Republican candidate in a blue state among blue voters. Black Men for Bernie have switched sides. They are traveling across America’s rust belt trying to convince blacks to give a fair hearing to Trump. And Trump, more than any GOP nominee in my lifetime, is courting the black vote. He won’t win it, but he will win more than Romney and McCain combined. Because he is not lecturing, not telling the black community “the democrats are the real racists” and not promising hand outs. He is listening. He understands that he doesn’t understand, yet.

Hillary and the Democrats have traditionally owned the LGBT vote as well. And while they will probably win it in 2016 there is evidence to suggest that young gay men and women are starting to reconsider their allegiance to a party that is being bankrolled by Saudi investors. Saudi Arabia has an abysmal record on gay rights. Indeed gays are regularly murdered with impunity in the Kingdom. Witness “Twinks for Trump.” Indeed, in the UK gay men and women recently voted for the Tories, much to the shock of the left, who proceeded to call those gays traitors. Could we see a similar phenomenon in the US? Possibly. After the Supreme Court guaranteed gays the right to marry many moved to the next phase of their lives: planning a life with someone they love. That entails things like paying taxes, looking for good schools, and maintaining a middle class lifestyle. All those issues speak to gays in the same way they speak to straights. And in the next few years we will see many gay and lesbian former Democrats coming to the GOP.

Again, the GOP is not going to win the gay vote in 2016, but they are laying the groundwork for a future where the gay vote is up for grabs. This terrifies the left. The coalition they’ve created is breaking apart amid the new identity politics advanced by the right, specifically the alt-right. This is, I think, what pressured Sick Hillary into speaking about Americans who disagree with her as a “basket of deplorables.” Her coalition is breaking apart. Trump isn’t going to win blacks, hispanics or gays. But he will do well with all of them. Better than any Republican in my life. And that terrifies the left.

And so under the pressure of a failing coalition, low energy crowds at her rallies, and polls being rigged to show Trump either tied or slightly ahead in swing states, Hillary cracked. She can’t take the pressure. Marie Antoinette never said “let them eat cake” but the legend persists because she, like Hillary, was so out of touch with the people she governed that she could not see the gathering storm.