Goole

where is gareth

in our hearts

with guns

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how do you rate the alt right / d4rk 3nl1ght3nm3nt compared to late 20th century paleoconservatism?

what do you mean by "rate"

in terms of the ppl i'm familiar with from each there's a huge amt of crossover

for example, which do you find more sinister

i really don't know. here's my uninformed take:

the paleocons have a strain of quietism that keeps them in a box (though, yeah, tim mcveigh did kill 150+ ppl). they're paranoid and self-separated from american politics but still defined by them, if that makes sense. reverent of the constitution, etc

here's a good read on how the crazies and industry work hand-in-glove: http://harpers.org/archive/2015/02/the-great-republican-land-heist

the new scene kids i'm more afraid of just because they're young. they'll be with us for a long while. they're a fertile idea generator, and i'm fearful of their ability to normalize hierarchy and brutality for more respectable actors -- which orgs like Mercatus and ppl like Glenn Reynolds are doing -- to say nothing at all of the trump phenomenon. they're less specifically american (even anti-american), more concerned with 'civilization'

really tho i see these two sets of people more in continuity than anything

game of thrones nerds tbh

that's a good summary
the divide is generational but the continuity has been there via t4k1m4g regulars et al

https://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2019/05/george-packer-pax-americana-richard-holbrooke/586042/

now don't tell me you're not here for this goole, a 4 bajillion word george packer article about how richard holbrooke was 'our man'

The talking and eating and drinking went on for eight hours. Milošević drank steadily, getting buzzed and then sobering up several times, while Holbrooke lifted his glass of Scotch or slivovic to his lips and barely sipped. He didn’t stick to talking points—he had no real talking points—but let the conversation run its meandering course while looking for openings. Milošević digressed about Serbian wine, the Ottoman empire, World War II, his banking days in New York, the economic future of Serbia. Holbrooke let him go on, enjoying the parley, and then always brought them back to the war.

So a connection formed, with the tense familiarity of two card-playing rogues. Once, in the middle of an endless session, Holbrooke phoned his friend Leslie Gelb in New York. “Hey, man. I’m here in Slobo’s office. I told him you were a Cuban-cigar smoker too, and I asked him if he’d give you some. He said he’d send you a box, but I wouldn’t believe him, because he lies all the time. Don’t you lie all the time, Slobo?”

Milošević was even more direct, sprinkling fuck all over his so-so English, needling Holbrooke: “Richard Charles Albert Holbrooke. Why do you have all those names?” Or: “Why is your collar always up? You’re a politician—all you politicians have something like that. With Tudjman it’s his hair; with you it’s your collar.”