A while ago a YouTuber, who goes by the pseudonym Richard The Lionheart, appeared on the now cult show in our circles, Patriotic Talk. He was accompanied on that occasion by the shows’ founder Chris (sometimes referred to as Ginger Chris) and his two stalwart co-hosts Natty and Charlie Big Potatoes. I am an avid listener of the show, which is like coming up for air from the onslaught of anti-nationalistic propaganda and Cultural Marxism that plagues our TV screens and intoxicates our airwaves. Anyway, what struck me about this episode was that three of the four participants were soldiers – and, yes, it may not be all that surprising to find out that former soldiers are patriotic but, nonetheless, it is no coincidence that they converge on this show out of the numerous content providers, in particular.
Patriotic Talk is possibly the most avant-garde show you will find on the dissident right because it actually takes place over enemy lines, not in the relative safety of the trenches, and this requires courage, in particular a masculine-bravery where you are going to come into contact with enemy fire, metaphorically speaking. Hence, on a weekly basis, these patriots go over the top hurling truth-grenades in the attempt to waking-up thousands of indigenous people who are walking around in a nightmare where they are not only uniquely racist, irrespective of what they actually do or think, but also have been indoctrinated with a distorted view of history depicting our nation as dependent on migration and a source of shame.
In the main, the boys raid football-commentary streams; this makes sense because football streams are fertile ground for recruitment, consisting of a young-male demographic who are more likely to be receptive to patriotism. And the poppies are beginning to bloom as the boys build a rapport with YouTubers such as Lee Chappy, a James Vardy of Leicester City look-a-like, or Goggsy, a Scottish Motherwell fan, who looks a bit like a young Rod Stewart. It has to be said, though, that these small gains come amongst a barrage of rejection as ‘groyper’ accounts get gunned-down one by one by enemy combatants in the shape of politically-correct moderators. Fortunately, though, this is when strategic ‘groypering’ comes into play under the military stewardship of non-commissioned officer, Natty.
Donning his profile pic-Top Gun sunglasses, Natty orchestrates the groypers’ line of engagement, whether that approach is: friendly fire when they pay a visit to other nationalist content creators like Edward Dutton; under the radar, subtle to begin with then transparent once identified as nationalists; or just a full-on assault when trolling out-groups. The tone of the show is boisterous and good-humoured. However, the age rating is necessary as a warning that it won’t be to the taste of everyone in our community. In fact, I do have to point out that at times it does run close to making me question my own morality.
“Are you trying to say it is racist, Duncast?”
Well, to quote the late, great Enoch Powell: “That depends on what you mean by racist?”
I will discard out of hand the Left’s Neologistic, Marxist framing of the word, which treats it as essentially a White phenomenon. As for its categorisation in a liberal ontology, this is less clear because for most of our history as a liberal country, racism wasn’t pathologised: there was no such thing. Personally, I believe that the boys are not coming from a place of hate; they’re willing to engage with anyone amicably, who as Charlie might put it, has their head screwed on, willing to discuss our talking points reasonably, or at least up for banter. If Patriotic Talk engaged with everyone in a cucked, civic-nationalist way they would not only be being inauthentic but also legitimise the pathologisation of in-group preference upon ethnic lines.
Although, from the perspective of a “normie”, in some cases, Patriotic Talk’s intent may only be realised as malevolent because within the normie’s paradigm, if they had othered non-Whites on racial lines, it would be tantamount to verbal assault. Thus, interactions between the groypers and the normies are like ones between people of different eras, only our position is closer to the state of nature, not one that can only be sustained through years of indoctrination at school, continued in diversity training in the workplace, and cemented with the weight of censorship of the State.
Patriotic Talk truly has an authentic appeal. The show is antithetical to the polished, woke, mass-produced trash you find on BBC iPlayer. It is totally organic: littered with boomer-technical errors, its very format is worked out live on the stream; nonetheless, it is the presenters themselves that infuse it with its authentic charm. NCO Natty will have to relinquish his position in this respect though because in Chris and Charlie we have an authentic, regional-accent melee of scouse and Brummie that has American viewers scrambling for the subtitles tab.
Charlie especially embodies authenticity. If I were to look up the meaning of the idiomatic expression salt of the earth it would probably say Charlie. He is not a man of sophistication: not as well read as a Jared Taylor; not as knowledgeable as a Jean-François Gariépy; and certainly does not possess the elocution of a Jonathan Bowden, but Charlie often makes the most profound points on the show. His insights are rooted in common sense and carry a gravitas that has been carved out of experience. Chris, in stark contrast, cannot be mistaken for the strong-grounded type. He bounces around the stream like a puppy chasing a tennis ball. Oh – and don’t get me wrong – Chris may not be a former soldier like the rest of them but, when they go over the top, he has more enthusiasm and courage than the rest of the unit, only in a kind of Scrappy-Doo way. What with Chris’s high energy, Charlie’s reassurance and Natty’s direction, the three of them complement each other well.
This harmony in the face of adversity is that of our grandfathers and great grandfathers in the fields of Somme and Flanders. Wilfred Owen was being tragically ironic when he quoted the enduring words Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori (It is sweet and fitting to die for the homeland). But I prefer to invoke Horace, the Roman poet’s, original intention when he wrote the Odes. Without blood and soil, family and community, what is the point of existence? Every week the boys stick their heads over the parapet. How can you assist the cause?