By SuperLutheran

Everyone wants to be the king. No one wants to be the serf (except me).

In the Dissident Right movement, the tendency of the purity spiraler is to form an abstraction that, in his mind, becomes the sine qua non of being “right” enough. In the Alt Right, this leads to the stereotypical, plastic-stahlhelm wearing fatty demanding that I stop being a cuck and carve a swastika into my forehead. Reed Seej and all that. These people have been properly expelled from any involvement with white nationalism, and no one takes them seriously.

Neoreaction is a different story. Sure, you might find the extreme Catholic Monarchy LARPer expanding on Moldbug’s cry to reinstate the Stuarts, but more often you will find humble fathers and husbands trying to homestead, bulletproofing their lives against the impending PissEarth and trying their hardest to make Passivism work.

But how the hell does that work?

Passivism will only get you so far. I can tell you now that if a monarchy came back (or my own preferred military junta), we would be at the bottom. 100% serfdom. Collapse has to happen first, and at that point the slow march of “becoming worthy” stops cold. Oh, you can program? That’s cute. Programming will mean a lot when the entirety of the United States looks like this. Don’t even try to countersignal me. If the left wins upcoming elections, we will be facing marauding bands of ascendants enforcing revenge for Trump’s presidency; if the right wins, we’re looking at riots. The collapse of the West is an accelerating one which has to end in violence, for better or for worse. The United States invited a bunch of zombies in, bred them, and set them loose on the population: denying the incoming zombie apocalypse is as dumb as playing hopscotch on the Autobahn.

Let’s assume that collapse happens, somehow we win and somehow you made it out unscathed. The king is on his throne or Pinochet comes back from the dead or whatever and we finally have peace. Everyone is redpilled now. Food shortages have set in as the soy fields rot and the internet crashes hard once we delete all the porn sites; urban whites have to learn to pick vegetables, cook, and say “thank you sir” from the bread line again. You spent ten years building a community through Passivism, you manage a mannerbund, and everyone is getting along just fine working 14 hour days trying to rebuild. Once the economic outlook finally reaches the level of the Philippines, we rejoice to have electricity again. Sad though, that you had to burn your Evola books just before the lights came on.

This is the reality of our future. Empires rise and fall, riches come and go like the tides, and every single person in the midst of prosperity expects it to just… keep on going. No wonder neoliberals want to stop change. If Globohomo wins, you’re gonna be poor, and the backlash to a reactionary victory ensures the same.¹ This is where I part ways with the powdered wigs at NRx and start calling myself a plain “reactionary” – Rx. Medicine. Stopping the madness. Being part of a new aristocracy, when victorious populists want to hang the aristocracy (here’s looking at you, Nick “rope and lightposts” Mason), is not a good starting point for seizing power. For the Alt Righter, being a Nietzschean uber-driver-mensch will mean nothing if it means protein shakes and hitting up Equinox every day while tweeting about White Genocide from the squat rack. You think you’ll be One Punch Man, calling the shots from a shiny new bike; you’ll end up riding a Huffy through neo-South Africa, hoping you can outpedal the Tidal Wave of Color. Let me rephrase for emphasis:

You.Will.Be.Poor. 95% chance.

Unless you are rich enough to live here and stay there long enough to rightfully “accept power” and “rule” (lol), you are going to go through serious economic hardship at some point. I imagine someone might rely on their innawoods skills to prosper, and I commend this. I too am a fan of Kazcynski. This is a good way to look at being rich, if it means you can hunt, clean, camp and all that. I’m working on it myself. Those that say “we can farm on our own,” well, good for you. Can the rest of everyone reading this say the same? Seriously, can you? I can’t. I bought a condo in an urban area and signed up for Bible College before I was redpilled, and then I got to Seminary in a nearby town. When everything goes to crap, it would be easy to assume that I’m doomed. For that matter, even if there is no collapse, it looks like I can’t Passivism.

Right?

Wrong.

Instead of submitting myself to death by subsistence slavery or starvation in the near future (I’m guessing America goes full Sepultura in ten years), I have been working on Dollar Store Reaction, or PRx. This is the way one fights against the system, adjusts to a lower standard of living, opens up funds for fighting for the Cause, and ends up a more happy, well-adjusted man. It is reaction for the urban man.

PRx: P is for Poverty

Dollar Store Reaction, or PRx, is the conscious lowering or replacement of living standards to toughen up the mind, invigorate the family, and free up financial resources to as to better support the Dissident Right and live free of debt. It is so named because that’s where I shop. I go to the Dollar Store for most of my groceries. I go to Goodwill for most of my appliances. I adopted the Grandpa Diet to do it, and I’ve never been healthier or more invigorated. Let’s get into the nitty gritty.

Again, this is the urban life. This is how you survive as a modern Thermidor. Take whatever convenience you have – cable/satellite, nice furniture, a 5 star Rachel Ray diet, and downgrade it. I know we here on the Dissident Right aren’t known for our detailed “how” answers, but here are some tips for those that want to take the same plunge as me, actually detailed lifestyle tips that will help you to achieve ascetic invincibility over societal collapse.

PRx 1: The Grandpa Diet

The first step is the easiest. Get rid of anything that Grandpa couldn’t have when he was a kid. This means no artificial sweeteners, no protein powder, no complex supplements. You can get most of these from the dollar store anyway, but it ends up being a waste of money. Drink OJ instead of Emergen-C. Eat beans – for two pounds a buck where I shop, I’ve got a month’s worth of bangers and mash for breakfast without denting my budget. No diet sodas, no Sweet N’ Lo, etc., but plenty of black coffee and multivitamins. The fun comes from replacing what you give up. I ended up going for tuna instead of Muscle Milk and haven’t looked back.

When feeding yourself and your family, you have to embrace the bottom without abandoning dignity. Meat, veggies, legumes, cheap bread, milk and juices are all dirt cheap and have such low amounts of phytoestrogens/carcinogens (your soy, high fructose corn syrup, and so forth), that the occasional binge at McDonald’s will be 100% guilt free. Is it ideal for the male body? No, but after reading assorted dietary advice, I can assure you it is the next best thing – and a hundredth the price. Maybe then we can afford podcasting paywall subscriptions, donate to Myth20C, and help get the opioid addicted some treatment.

PRx 2: Goodwill Furniture

I have a cheap foldout bed. I have a foldout table for a desk. My condo is 750 square feet, so being able to turn my bedroom into my cubicle is great. Fight me. Buying a couch new can run up to $2,000; sitting on the floor, or on a granny-squared pillow, is basically free and better for your back.

PRx 3: Entertainment

You live in the era of the smartphone. YouTube has just about anything you could ever want to watch on it, but if you insist on moving away from that bottomless content pit, keep in mind that a VCR/DVD player combo is $5 at your local thrift shop; old, non-pozzed VHS tapes and DVD’s will run anything from fifty cents to three bucks. You have to be choosy with Youtube, and that is fine – but add this to it. There’s this thing called a library – use it. Read books again. If all you have is the internet and a library card, you will never go hungry for stimulation.

When we speak of a mannerbund, we ought to mean it. One cannot spend all their time in front of a screen if he wants to rebuild a common-sense society, right? Learn to play Spades and gamble with Pringles. Take hikes, learn how to whittle, start conversations after tabletop roleplaying and work on actually knowing the guys you hang with. If you belong to a group (IE, ID, pool parties, whatever), the best way to vet guys is to get to know them this way; even if they planned on betraying you, you will make them pause by being the best thing they ever had going for them.

PRx 4: Fitness

I want to do more articles on all of these points, but I could only talk about one thing, this would be it. Divorce your local gym. Either get a home setup with kettlebells and a heavy bag like I did, learn the Charles Atlas program or Solitary Fitness, or else take up jogging and calisthenics. Door frame pull up bars are cheap. The best thing to do, and what ended up expanding my mannderbund, was working out in the complex as buddies. Your would-be workout pal has less excuses if you live next door and don’t need a gym; be that guy.

You might question this with “well, I want to do Starting Strength and get big and I can’t afford to get my own barbell and stuff.” That’s fine. But consider this – and the biggest strength for the PRx system. The greatest way you can immunize yourself from the power of Clownworld is to not give anything to it. Planet Fitness wants to make you pozzed and fat, so don’t go. Netflix wants you pozzed and hypnotized, so don’t watch. The neoliberal world runs on a steady diet of people paying subscriptions, watching ads, staying atomized, masturbating themselves into a dizzied state and afraid to go outside; the same thing that people give it, it uses to control them. You want your barbells, you can have your barbells – just know that one day, when the Lunk Alarm makes its way to Gold’s, you will be forced to choose between the newly minted Starting Strength, “Rainbow Dildo edition” and losing your gains. Better to train the one-armed pushup than to walk the tightrope.

Help me starve Woke Capital. Here’s a good starting place with free PDF’s:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5rWNMP9sB0M&t=6s

The Point

I know that I can sound like the “buy gold” idiots right about now, “One day it’ll all collapse, here’s how you can be rich.” I should rather hope to say “whether it collapses or not, here’s how you don’t need to be rich.” The impoverished reactionary can essentially, using this strategy, make a larger impact on the world by disappearing from its economic enslavement, while using his salary for greater things. With it, I was able to tithe to my church, donate to right wing movements, cauterize the money bleed to garbage outlets, and free up space at home.

One becomes a modern ascetic, having all of his needs met but ingesting no poison. The monastic life has positives and builds strength. This is how my father’s side of the family has always lived life, and it has saved mine. My grandmother does not use the web at all, my father is against eating anything he doesn’t need, and every one of us has lived in cheap quarters – and made something of it. I invite readers to do the same.