"might just be the best pony related ass kicker around" - CrowbarredCranium
"an inspiring person" - Orvendr
"a tempting ideologue for the nationalist way of life" -OperativeWalker
"really impressed.. very interesting" - Valedecem
"I thoroughly enjoy [My Nationalist Pony], a great writer" - Gettinghighonthebadtimes
"I’d probably ask you out on a date" - StatelessCrusader
"put into words something that I’ve been trying to, very eloquently" - Alamodealamorte
"various, well-written articles, cute pictures of Ponies" - LolingatLiberals
"My Nationalist Pony has, once again, astounded me" - Arenarceus
"a clever brony, that much is certain" - PinkPyro
And then I said, nationalism? Are you CRAZY?!
“Every little girl wants to be a princess, and not everybody can get to be a princess — but you can live up to the ideals that should come along with being a princess.”
— Head Writer of MLP:FiM Megan McCarthy telling it like it is in regards to (anti) egalitarianism and the foundations of traditionalism. Another key phrase McCarthy uses is that of “earning status” - Hierachies exist for noble reasons. Take that, cultural relativists!
I’m gonna preface this post by saying a) Fuck Retirement and b) I probably identify with Discord more than I should.
This episode is in my humble opinion (and my opinion is the law) is the best in the Season so far, and it cuts to the bone. When the writers set up Discord as a villian in the season 2 pilot, they created an ace in the hole for the mythical power of Friendship. It not only defeats, but reforms the Lord of Friggin’ Chaos - powerful stuff. Probably what I like most about this episode however is that the reformation of Discord is not some Taste-the-Rainbow blast of orbital laser cannons, but really pretty.. ordinary. It’s mundane. It’s day to day life. It’s the simple choice between reciprocation and loneliness. And it requires putting aside ones delusions of grandeur, grand conspiracies and personal incapability.
When we last talked about Discord it was to explore and extrapolate an analogy for what he represents, what he conjures up - A ressentiment of the great & good, of everything that works. Discord is a cruel joker. God’s last laugh, and I bet you my entire ass he believed all through that that the joke was on him, the wonky, asymetrical snake he is. During Discord & Fluttershy’s first deceitful encounter, Discord lets this slip with projecting onto Fluttershy;
'Surely it burns you up, they’re always pointing out your flaws, right?’
Discord is broken by Fluttershy in this scene. He loses his temper, unable to convince her to resent her friends, and instead brute forces his influence with a zap of chaos magic. In my mind, this is the closest the show can come to showing true brutality; literally beating someone the fuck about until they’re a shell of their former self and filled with nothing but hatred. Discord at this point really is one malicious piece of shit, it’s the lowest point in his character arc. Destroying the world for laughs is one thing. Destroying Fluttershy’s mind is another. It’s a nasty, ironic twist that Fluttershy’s innate humility causes her to get it good and hard, as it reminds someone with wounded pride that they haven’t faced up to their own flaws yet.
Nonetheless, despite being the God of all that’s unholy, Discord is not what you would call ‘a bad guy.’ He’s a likeable villian. He’s michevious, has a whimsical sense of humour, doesn’t really want to so much destroy the world as just keep rearranging it. It’s like he had the questionable greatness of being The Great Satan thrust upon him - Why else would he keep creating psychotic, hyper-muscular animals as not a buffer for his own lack of control of his life? So what’s the cause here?
(Discord, for my non-brony readers, is reformed in the latest episode by Fluttershy tolerating him, showing kindness to him, expressing concern and generally making common good with said Dark Lord, despite him turning her house into a revolving zero G chamber. He eventually chooses his only friendship over mucking around with Equestria and fucking up the Apples’ Apples).
The knowledge that someone knows how you feel or at least, can guess enough at it to give you the benefit of the doubt is so mission critical to life on planet earth that while Discord might not be an Unhinged Motherfucker, he does demonstrate that with abandonment, alienation, shunning and a total lack of interest, the abject loneliness can make anyone, especially the most sensitive, Get That Way. Cue, Discords abuse of Fluttershy, and his subsequent reformation.
Like I mention in my other post..
If you imagine doing [fantastic things] alone, with no prospect of ever being able to tell or relate your experience to anyone, suddenly they don’t seem so great at all. They seem novel.. but ultimately pointless.
And as your loyal devoted space-monkey knows, if you don’t value anything in life, you can’t value yourself by extension. The reason this show is such a labour of love for its creators is because it analogises and provides cartharsis for the times when one does feel the world is miserable and worthless. Friendship and empathy is the veil between having a treasured memory and worthwhile future, and seeing nothing worth getting out of bed for, let alone preserving for future generations. Discord, prior to being nursed back to sanity by the eternally strong Fluttershy, alternates between self pity, self-distraction, and a genuine desire to Burn the Earth.
Some great lines from Discord here.
She can’t use the Elements against me because *We’re Friends.* I’m FREE FOREVER!
NOT! You’re NOT!
Who Cares. I can do whatever I want, whenever I want. I’m DISCORD, the Master of CHAOS. You think you can boss Discord around? You think I’m going to turn all this back because you say so? Because if I don’t I’ll lose the one friend I ever had?
Well played Fluttershy. Youknow, I think she’s my new favourite pony.
It’s unfortunate some state of affairs has caused the discontinuation of My Nationalist Pony (MNP). As a newcomer to Tumblr, MNP was one of the first cogent and accessible blogs regarding nationalism that I enjoyed and was presented in a pleasant format with an easy to understand analogy. The use of an easy to identify cultural icon as vehicle made MNP a rare gem to educate persons on nationalism, without the unpleasant association most have with this subject.
Additionally, your orientation helps dispel any fears some people may have from nationalism and facilitates nationalism into other narratives, reducing fears of discrimination sometimes associated with this political concept. You’re quite brave to be a nationalist and gay and this alone speaks volumes about your character and understanding of the subject.
I found the My Nationalist Pony Tree of Life to be excellent and I posted it to my Facebook. Indeed, you have a well thought out and mature concept of nationalism and express yourself quite well. Your artistic ability has few equals. Again, I love the pony Tree of Life—-it is everything good and worth fighting for.
Whatever you do with your blog is, of course, your business, and it is understandable that things grow old and wearisome, but you should, at least, leave the MNP blog up and perhaps mirror it someplace else. It’s a highly useful educational resource—and work of art— and its loss makes nationalism and related politics much less accessible to newcomers, the indeterminate many and provides a solid reintroduction veteran nationalists. 1930’s imagery is provocative but MNP brings this subject gently, and pleasantly, to the present.
Nationalism is about loving your folk and belonging and I think you did a great job in conveying this. MNP would be a great graphic novel.
P.S. While this is a personal correspondence, I have no issue with your making it public.
Thank you so very much for this. Thanks again for reposting my parting illustration - I felt it was a summation of the MNP idea and was the last post I was truly inspired to do (I adjust the post dates so it always appears frontpage for this reason). I am extremely lucky to have followers like yourself and others who really do appreciate what I’ve written. Not to mention, extremely lucky to have been zapped with the visionary lightning in the first place for that illustration, and a few other special posts - here’s hoping it strikes again, either for ponies or something else new and magical. (And it did! Huzzah!)
Rest assured I made a decision some time ago that My Nationalist Pony will never be deleted - It is also backed up in full.
I also hope MNP has been a worthwhile read in the dimension of following my personal development. For certain reasons (that a few understand) I am and have always been prone to fatalistic moods, and since putting my thoughts to paper about the goodness I was lucky enough to find in the show, it’s helped me recover and recognise from that and build a foundation of faith in that goodness.
I remember when I first heard about the Sandy Hook shooting and read the accompanying news, and I remember thinking (and posting on here) ‘Holy hell. All it would have taken was for one person - just one - to show that kid he wasn’t worthless, and could develop himself into someone and something of value, and he would have put all that energy into becoming something much better instead.’
Admittedly that’s an extreme case (and Sandy Hook was probably SWAT dudes). But that’s why writing about these things and writing about beauty, strength, harmony and all those words that crop up repeatedly on this blog is so important. It’s that which makes the difference between following internal death programming to that sort of end, and lifting ones chin up and making progress towards a shining ideal.
Thank you for taking the time to read my work, to share it, and to remind me of the value of it. I never set out to be the ‘fascist pony guy’, but you and others like you have made me glad by saying what I saw as truth unsaid, that’s where I’ve ended up.
To all my readers - Don’t shut down your Tumblr accounts. Give me a few years.
Ponies will return in a bigger way to this blog January, please bear with serious posting until then. This post is conclusive
Several drive-by critics like the one in the last post (who really is very, very boring with not much to say about anything, so apologies for posting him as a counterview), call me out for putting stock in an ‘ideal society’, ‘perfect utopia’, ‘aryan fantasyland’ etc.
I wish to make this very clear: I am not a Utopianist. I support traditionalism (keeping what works, discarding nonsense, sticking with tried-and-true methods) precisely because I think utopianism is dangerous and stupid.
Evolutionist fantasists like to think we are all on a exponentially increasing scale of Awesome, and at the same time like to think that everyone is equal (we beat Neanderthal, we are teh winnarz, we are all human); conversely Transhumanist fantasists all pile onto the boat of White Plastic Androgynous Future where technology has made everything safe and happy. As if mucking around with nature trying to create a singularity or blindly putting faith in racially egalitarian, ‘always on’, evolutionary improvement won’t lead to tears.
Multiculti, Liberal Democracy, Communism and Capitalism are all variants of the same ‘egalitarian economicus’ philosophy. They are all the same in their underlying assumptions. They all ultimately boil down to the idea that man is a relatively interchangeable economic unit and is best off with some sort of economic arrangement that gives him a degree of productivity, and a degree of economic security, via free market, rational planning, or more ‘humanistic’ ‘Living Wage’ arrangements.
This extends through to pretty much every political ideology under the sun, even hyperanalytical thinker Ryan Faulk succumbs to this and supports market anarchism. The starting point for every single ideology apart from wacky alternative right outliers is ‘Everyone should be safe, everyone should be happy, what’s so bad about that?’
That is utopianism - The assumption that you can make everyone relatively safe, and/or happy, ie, man is perfectable and you just have to pull the levers in the right way on the political machine. Every single political ideology (except tradtionalism) uses the dangerously naive assumption that you can actually have a working society with relative freedom with the warped timber of mankind. That is utopianism. You are a utopian. If you’re not a traditionalist, you’re a dangerous idiot. Fuck you.
You think a race of people that produces V-Techs, Double Penetration Anal Porn, child abuse, rape and homicides by the shit tonne, the Nazis, The Armenian Genocide, the Ukrainian Famine, hari kiri for not getting promoted, Social Justice Crusaders and ‘diversity is strength’ sloganism is going to tick along fine under the right set of economic and social constraints? That’s utopianism.
Mankind is a busted animal. Mankind is damaged frakkin’ goods. It doesn’t matter whether you’re a Better Red than Dead Republican or a full on welfare state Diversicunt, you’re all on greased rails straight to hell. If you think for a moment that all you need to do is get the table set up right, your civilisations will be doomed from the word go. They’ll spin around like tops and you’ll do a load of activism, but you’ll be doomed. To paraphrase Nathan Explosion, You’re doomed - all of you - Doomed - Republicans. Doomed. Democrats. Doomed. Israeli Firsters. Doomed. You’re all doomed and you don’t even know it. Your children will be eaten by packs of feral humans, in just a few short years. Only traditionalism (and Jesus Christ) can save you.
Traditionalism (and ponies!) ask the very simple question - How do we get from Point A (being born a bright new shiny pony) to Point B (inevitable death) without screwing up and losing what good we have?
My Little Pony does not make the case for utopia - Ponyville has its share of shitheads, liars, cheats and bullies - But it does make the case that life is stable and worthwhile if we remember to preserve our quality of life and familial bonds. It makes the case for holding the fuck onto what precious joy the world gives you and not ever letting go, forgetting it, dismissing it, or pushing it to one side (because it’s not as cool as Occupy Wall Street). It makes the case for holding onto the things and people of quality in your life and ensuring that the people you influence, and the things you do, are of quality, rather than quantity. Ponyville is extremely K-Selected by traditional measures. The best are elevated and the worst are left behind, and implicitly banished, even if they apologise eventually (Trixie).
Like Discord, economic and egalitarian philosophies make you forget the importance of striving to make something worthwhile of yourself in the world. They tell you everything is fine, that you are OK, everyone around you is OK, and MacDonalds food and Apple computers are Great. In truth, all that can and is likely to be destroyed in a fucking instant by the LORD, because it is dangerous garbage that prevents you from seeing the only things that matter in life - the eternal - the enduring - the Will to Power and the ability to dissassociate pain, and the love of family and friends - It is utopian, dangerous naivety, to think you can build anything even approaching a heaven on earth whilst forgetting the importance of humility before God (or if you’re a pony, Celestia).
If you start from a dismal Calvinist outlook that most of mankind are damaged beyond repair or demonic from inception and work back to needing quality control, then you may just be able to keep your bones from being gnawed on by demons, by virtue of remembering traditions that work to remind you of what’s worthwhile, and what’s suicidal.
I’ve just finished watching the latest episode, Apple Family Reunion. I think it’s safe to say that My Little Pony is now so explicitly traditionalist that anything I add is pretty much redundant.
In addition to gay fruit bats and a song dedicated to family heritage and white pride, ‘working together the pony way’, Granny Smith even breaks the fourth wall winking at the viewer after consoling Applejack for her mistakes.
Itold youthat My Little Pony has come out fighting as traditionalist parent to replace deadbeat dads and liberal moms.
So… buffalo. If you’re a Native American, you’re not a pony. You’re not like Twilight, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Fluttershy, or Pinkie Pie. You’re a buffalo. And furthermore, the settlers are obviously analogues of American frontiersmen- which were, for the majority, white. The settlers are ponies. Ponies are white.