Friday, February 19, 2016

When I hear the word "Culture," I reach for my keyboard.

I learned a lot of stuff in the Army. I learned that if you didn't follow protocol in handling classified documents you got free food and board at Leavenworth. This was before the Clinton doctrine, of course. I also learned the there were a lot of different cultural norms in this country. Oh, obvious stuff — city vs. country, East vs. West vs. Midwest vs. South. Catholic vs. Protestant vs. Jewish.  And then there were other things. I knew a guy in my unit who'd grown up as a migrant worker. Chicano or Mexican-American or Latino or whatever the current proper word is. At any rate, he told me how it operated. The whole family worked in the fields, and then spent all the money they earned. You were expected to start when you were a kid, and just do the same stoop-labor all your life, or until you couldn't any more, and then your kids or grandkids or welfare would take care of you. It was basically unthinkable in his family to do anything any other way. But he was an outlier, thought it was a dead end, and joined the Army when he was old enough, and joined American society will all the norms we take for granted. Good for him. But he was an outlier. Most of his brothers and sisters and cousins just kept the tradition alive, getting nowhere.

Years later, I read about the same phenomenon in James Michener's Centennial. He contrasted the Mexican field workers, who had no ambition to do anything other than field work, with Japanese field workers, who saw their work as a temporary condition on their way towards a more ambitious life.

The point is, cultures differ. Most of our immigrants in the old days were inclined to work their way up, or at least work, because the nanny state was nonexistent, and it was a lot of trouble to get here. Nowadays, the social justice warriors meet everybody at the border and encourage them to sign up for the dole and live a life of ease and complaining about Whitey.

But, even back then, we had culture groups moving in that had different values and intentions. Gypsies are a good example. As far as I can tell, they live the same way pretty much everywhere they live, at best by entertaining, at worst by swindling and thievery. It's their culture. Other culture, like Chechens, keep right on being Chechens when they move here. Muslims keep on with their honor killings and sexual customs without missing a beat.

This isn't just true of nonWhites, of course. Germans keep acting like Germans when they immigrate. Thing is, though, German behavior is practically identical with traditional American Anglo-Saxon behavior, so you have very little conflict.

Bit the further you get from the American norm, the more problems arise. Here's something about an ethnic group I didn't know a thing about, and it's very instructive. Open Borders Useful Idiots, take notice:

Guest post by Eli Harman

In my hometown, there are a sizeable number of Pacific Islanders. Their Islands suffer grinding poverty, in large part because of backwards and parasitic customs and traditions that they bring with them. 
On the islands, the young do all the work, while the elders sit on their fat asses and eat the literal fruits. The young resent it, but the elders placate them by saying "someday, it will be your turn."
When they come here, they bring this mode of life with them. After some years, the parents attain an outwardly first world standard of living. But they don't produce at first world levels. They work unskilled jobs for low pay. They don't save. They don't seek education. They simply have a lot of kids. And they send them off to work, to make money for their parents, as soon as they are able. And they keep them at home to make money for the parents, as long as they are able. They even saddle them with debt to fund the lifestyle of the parents. One Islander guy I know is always bragging about this son taking out a credit card to buy him stuff, or that son getting a loan to buy him a truck. To him, this is not a shameful thing. This is how one acquires wealth, and a life of ease, not through production, but parasitizing one's own flesh and blood. They bestow upon their children, not a head start, not a leg up, but a debt to repay, a burden to bear, obstacles to overcome.
Of course the young resent it. They chafe, they agonize, they drink, they run away, they contemplate suicide. It is not at all the case, as Margaret Meade wrote in her fictional work of anti-western propaganda "Coming of Age in Samoa," that there is no teen angst in that culture. But they hear the same refrain here as is told on the Islands "someday, it will be your turn." 
And at the end of the day, they go along with it, because they are not smart, they are not productive, they cannot control their impulses, and plan for the future, and save, and invest and succeed. So they bear the burden of their parents until they are able to have kids of their own to bear them. It's the best option they've got, and the only realistic path for them to a life of ease and consumption. And the cycle continues. 
They produce, and consume, without saving. They hollow out our capital structure, and all of the costs they produce and externalize for the larger society, for example the crime, the violence, the impulsive behavior, the drunken disorderlyness, their atrocious health, or when they simply cannot repay their debts, come without obvious benefits to us. They contribute nothing of note, and leave nothing of lasting import. There is no reason to have them here. 
And yet a variety of ideologies insist that we must. 
F*ck that noise.
Quibcag: Illustrating the quibcag we have the girls of Love Hina (ラブ ひな Rabu Hina)  pounding on poor Keitaro, as they are wont to do. Most dysfunctional picture I could find.


  1. But, even back then, we had culture groups moving in that had different values and intentions. Gypsies are a good example. As far as I can tell, they live the same way pretty much everywhere they live, at best by entertaining, at worst by swindling and thievery. It's their culture.
    Theft is even ingrained in their lore; There is a legend where a Gypsy was told to make 4 nails for a crucifixion, he made 3, and because of that Jesus gave the Gypsies permission to steal whatever they needed.
    They see theft (from non-Gypsies) as a legitimate form of employment; ''He is a good doer'' (thief) as in respectable work.
    IOW, keep an eye on your possessions when one or more are around and do not hire them to do any form of labor - you will be ripped off.
    They especially like to target the elderly. And because they are nomadic, by the time you realize you've been had, they're long gone.

  2. The key to the similarity in attitudes/work ethic between Germans, American Anglo-Saxons, Anglo-Saxons, Saxons and English can be discerned easily by googling the roots of the term SAXON.
    Unfortunately (and unacceptably to many intellectuals) DNA matters as much in humans as in every other creature.

  3. Regarding the author:

  4. If you were a Pacific Islander, you came from ancestors that lived as Pacific islanders always have. If there was a fish, you ate it today, because it would be rotten tomorrow. If you had the chance to have sex with an attractive woman, you did:the women for thair part wanted the best men to father their children, so their sons would be strong and catch more fish. Tomorrow? Who could predict such things? Life consisted of birth, fishing, copulating, eating and death. In such a place and time, any other ideas were folly.

    That most of the people bred of a hundred generations of this on warm sandy islands would not fit in very well in a society of people shaped by the climate of Europe and a Western society which since ancient Greece and Rome had upheld abstract ideals of justice and beauty and nobility should only stand to reason.

    One of the co-workers I had when I worked at a Procter and Gamble plant was a Polynesian of mixed Samoan and Hawaiian ancestry. He was a great physical specimen who when of a mind to could outwork any two of us college boys, and the women in the plant were all over him. His prowess as a lover and his exceptional endowment were widely discussed amongst them when they thought no male ears were around, and he had bedded at least ten women in the plant, two of whom he eventually impregnated. (Sadly, they were all white.) But he was moody and confrontational with the other men in the plant-I got to know him better than most, because I was a student of acoustic guitar, and he was pretty good at playing what they call "slack-key" Hawaiian guitar. Still, I learned to be wary and keep our conversations about music and on the light side.

    He spent every dime he earned on clothes, motorcycles, cars, and weed. We were making $14 an hour, pretty good money in the Reagan era when $3.35 was minimum wage. I was on a break from college (which turned into seven years) and I managed easily to save $25,000 while driving a Corvette (the insurance was murderous) and never missing a meal. Unlike some of the blacks, he wasn't really dumb. He said that he had gotten a 3.3 average in high school and when he took the ASVAB in peparation to enlist in the Navy, his scores were high enough they offered him the nuclear power program option.(He never enlisted because the draft was over and the prospect of comitting six or even four years was too scary.) Despite smoking a lot of pot and getting into some fights, he had no arrest record.

    But he just had no sense of the future.

    I met him again about two years ago at the steel guitar convention in St. Louis. He weighed about 400 lbs. and was there with two of his adult daughters, who were shapely but muscled. I would not have recognized him, but he came up to me and remembered my name. We talked about music and old times. He filled me in with his life story since then: he had just retired early on disability from the plant, had seven kids by five mothers, and was living on his pension and Social Security. One minute he was talking about playing guitar in church and how Jesus had been so good to him, and the next how he was on the outs from his wife since she caught him with a chubby nineteen year old girl. He'd bought a Subway franchise and made his kids work there cheap (he did at least pay them, he figured) and hired girls he thought would give it up a little once in a while.

    His daughters, whose mothers were white, were attactive and seemed well mannered, but I wondered how their kids would turn out. I'm guessing long term planning won't be their strong suit, either.

    1. How is it that Jabba the Hutt keeps getting 19-year-old poontang and a physically fit genius like me can't even get a date with a prostitute...?