You wake up on a Monday and see four Nazis staring at you at the foot of the bed like little blond hooded angels. You say, “Fuck.” Nazis are told to sleepNazis jump over a fence like very white sheep. Now they are blooming like mushrooms. You go to the kitchen to make coffee and you have to avoid three Nazis on your living room floor, being careful not to step on them, lest you wake them up and we’ll have it.
I don’t know when it was. I don’t know how. It seemed to me that it happened suddenly. One morning, the far right won the elections in Germany for the first time since the days of Nazism. Another morning, it was Austria. Another day, three neo-Nazis tried to boycott the podcast Samantha Hudson And Maria Barriere. The same week, Atlético de Madrid appeared complicit with the hooded ultras of the Front who threw a lighter and other objects at Real Madrid players.
Let’s just say they’re hot. Let’s just say they are proud.
I know that among the Nazis there is a priestly caste and a warrior caste. The first are those who attempt to sophisticate and dignify the body of anti-democratic thought such as Nazi thought. They study as only a fanatic can, they distort the data and see themselves as the pretty children of creation, almost belonging to a natural army.
Members of Front Atlético during an Atlético de Madrid match in Turin
A classic Nazi feels that biology is on his side and God is on his side because a Nazi is messianic and kneels to his destiny. He has a mission and he is not up to it. A Nazi cannot imagine dying from a disease. He has protection. He wants to die of old age surrounded by his family of Teutons, identical children without the possibility of differentiating themselves, of emancipating themselves, of thinking for themselves.
This Nazi pouts a lot but he doesn’t have half the pie. The Moorish hunts have not taken place for five years. He is more exquisite, more intellectual, let’s say. Now he says he despises those who exercise violence (this warrior caste we were talking to, this armed wing) because he wants to win with words. In reality, he knows that if he gets a little angry, they will quickly disguise him as a bullfighter. He made an effort to make himself useful to the cause through hate speech, but while saving his skin.
A Nazi always dies a tragic hero because he feels misunderstood. He was happy in his own way, always with his bellicose and ridiculous view of the world. It was a good time, the one when he cheated on a shopkeeper whom he locked in the house like a rabbit to give birth to a gang of little Nazis. He told them that one day they would understand who their father was and how he played against the Jacks (that’s what they call the Jews). And the 2030 agenda. And globalism, wokism and even Netflix.
It’s confusing. There are tangled subtypes.
The virtual Nazi ideologue may be quite an incel. They’re often pale boys with weak-rimmed glasses who spend their time on the internet, in crazy forums, trying desperately to belong to something. What is commonly called a “solo piece”. We already knew that loneliness was dangerous and caused global anger among patients. Ultimately, these unfortunate offspring are our responsibility, because an incel is someone abandoned by the system, a human being who, having no contact with women, has come to despise them. Also to the men who sleep with them. An incel only loves another incel, and they float looking at each other for a long time in the network, with their gaseous bodies, without flesh or tenderness.
They dream of seeing each other one day, one afternoon, offline… but the world is so strange… will they be able to organize it in person? Will they really love you by treating you? An intrusive thought: “The day I leave here, it will be to see the rat friends I met during a conversation and then I will shoot up the school where I grew up.”
The incel (and the incel-Nazi) is defined by his frustration.
You know that East because hate.
Because of its marginality. For his lack of affection. Because it is polarized and outdated. He failed to feel loved enough on earth for himself and he had to sew himself the mantle of savior, of redeemer of something, and he exaggerated problems that were not so serious and constructed fictitious threats against which he would defend himself. us and thus he felt useful and respected in the society of charm that kicked him out. It’s a counterintuitive way to seek self-esteem, that of this Nazi-incel internet user. I’m the best because they made me feel the worst.
It makes philosophical sense that the far right and Nazism would re-emerge in a digitalized, hypercapitalist, individualist and distrustful world. More than ever, you need to belong to a group… And since I come from marginalization, how much better that it be a violent group through which I can take revenge and look for new weaklings to attack. I will stay above. An incel-Nazi was once the lowest link in the chain and today he climbs the ladder kicking gays, black children, or women who have developed jobs outside the home.
A Nazi ceases to be a man and is simply a Naziand this only means that he is an eternal adolescent (the “adolescent” is the one who “suffers” from the personality, the one who seeks it). The boy discovered the Nazi personality as someone who found meaning in his life. Other than that, he doesn’t know who he is. He doesn’t know what to give. You don’t have to bring anything.
Nazis at the Chueca demonstration.
A Nazi doesn’t understand nuance. It’s precisely adolescent because things are very good or very bad, they go with me or against me. A Nazi always has the broad meaning, even if he wants to appear cerebral.
I don’t know what to say, I feel terror, disgust and shame for having come this far. For having broken the old prosperity pacts. The forgetting of these enlightened people who have never experienced war scares me. and yet they never stop flirting with the militarization of the world. There is a kind of Nazi who is the warrior. This one is really funny, even though it seems like they’re in a bad place. He’s a Nazi who doesn’t know why he’s a Nazi: let’s say he’s a Nazi because he’s a man and he likes to have an excuse to beat himself up and a name that quickly indicates why he’s superior. This is the latest garbage. Even educated Nazis hate skinheads and thugs. In short, it’s not surprising.
There is another subtype of Nazi: the sober-crazy Nazi. This one is total. He says his body is the temple of his soul and he plans to chisel it to the point of ridicule. He doesn’t drink because if he starts drinking it will be more difficult for him to ride a bike well, also because that way he would leave Nazism and politicization aside for two hours and he doesn’t have intend to allow this. Alcohol makes us slaves and here it is better that we are aliquindoi to expel the darkness. It’s kind of his thing.
They have surprisingly geeky and childish names, like the team mascot (“Rana Baneada, the terror of liberals” or “Juanikko Banana”) and some are hooded. We had already seen them in Ferraz at the end of last year. We already saw them in Chueca a little bit ago. They show their little paws and we shouldn’t laugh so much.
Our life is not compatible with your life. We are what they want to eradicate. They come towards us and get closer.
I believe that the government must assume the necessary responsibilities and address the issue of immigration so that it stops worrying and radicalizing citizens. And I believe in something more important: that PP disgustingly fed the Vox monster and let it eat out of her little handwhich allowed him to enter the kitchen and now he must show us that he is not dancing with the Nazis or with the parties which are the source of the far right votes.
He must guarantee that he will no longer govern with Vox, because this is how he condones and encourages this infamy. If he doesn’t stop it, he too will be swallowed.
And they will pass.
And it will be too late to find joy again.
