Friday 14 August 2020

Paradigm Shift at the Movies: Anton Chigurh and the Black Pill Revolution

No Country for Old Men was released in 2007, around the time that the West’s monoculture began to break down as the mainstream media were displaced by social media. Coen Brothers films are always resonant with cultural significance and are works of social art far more than they are mere entertainment. No Country for Old Men won Four Oscars and was clearly the best film of the year, if not the decade. Based on a 2005 Cormac McCarthy novel of the same title, the plot runs thus:

In rural Texas, welder and hunter Llewelyn Moss (Josh Brolin) discovers the remains of several drug runners who have all killed each other in an exchange gone violently wrong. Rather than report the discovery to the police, Moss decides to simply take the two million dollars present for himself. This puts the psychopathic killer, Anton Chigurh (Javier Bardem), on his trail as he dispassionately murders nearly every rival, bystander and even employer in his pursuit of his quarry and the money. As Moss desperately attempts to keep one step ahead, the blood from this hunt begins to flow behind him with relentlessly growing intensity as Chigurh closes in. Meanwhile, the laconic Sheriff Ed Tom Bell (Tommy Lee Jones) blithely oversees the investigation even as he struggles to face the sheer enormity of the crimes he is attempting to thwart.

Of these three characters, the psychopathic killer Anton Chigurh is our primary focus of interest. This is because his philosophy, while much debated by film critics and cultural theorists, is in fact thoroughly Black Pilled. He views the Blue Pilled nonentities he encounters as disposable trash, even killing them with a captive bolt stunner used to slaughter cattle. They are trusting ‘normies’ who believe the world is a safe place and completely obedient to authority. This is why he is always several steps ahead of them, as when he blows up a car to steal medical supplies from a drug store. Unused to unusual happenings, the dazed normies are lost in confusion while Chigurh acts decisively to claim what he wants. He instinctively knows how others will react, correctly assuming the basest and most selfish response. 

Chigurh is also celibate, further confirming his Black Pilled status. Both the other major characters are in relationships – we know Sheriff Bell and Llewellyn Moss are both married. Even Carson Wells might be married or in a relationship. Chigurh only talks to one woman, Moss’ wife Carla Jean, whom he later kills. Although his hairstyle is derived from old photos of Texas brothel patrons, he is never seen having sex with a prostitute or any other woman. We never learn enough about his mental state to discover whether he is volcel or incel, although his absolute indifference to women strongly suggests he is a Black Pilled volcel who equates sex with vulnerability.

At a more general level, Chigurh stands outside society and its laws. He is never static but always moving somewhere else. His coin-flipping method of deciding fate derives from his social isolation; he has no ‘significant others’ to impede this erratic lifestyle with their needs or demands. His insistent rootlessness echoes nomadic archetypes of American hyper-masculinity like the Marlboro Man, the gunslinger or the cowboy. In fact, Chigurh shows how a genuine MGHOW (Man Going His Own Way) might actually live, but seldom if ever does. That is, he does not sit around talking about women all day on the Internet; he has truly dismissed them from his life and taken his own road. His life has no feminine frills whatsoever. He roams the lonely highways, killing drivers to acquire their vehicles and steal their money while occasionally staying in seedy, run-down motels

If we are ruthlessly objective about it, Chigurh’s Black-Pilled view of the average human being is completely accurate. Most males in the Anglosphere are indeed cattle trapped in Sexual False Consciousness and White Knight simpdom. The average Anglo-American maggot actually walks the streets believing he has a serious chance of getting free sex from hypergamous, racist actresses and models. If his idiocy is questioned he gets angry and aggressive. The Blue Pilled masses are essentially cattle, penned up inside media illusions and their own self-deceit.

Chigurh's resounding success demonstrates how the Black Pill philosophy confers immense power on those who adopt it. Despite facing fearful odds, he survives the events of No Country for Old Men. Llewellyn Moss and Carson Wells both die while Sheriff Bell fails to apprehend him. It is also assumed Chigurh retrieves what remains of the money from  Moss' hotel room and keeps it for himself, thereby sustaining his nomadic lifestyle indefinitely. In short, the events of the movie strongly confirm the truth and validity of Chigurh's Black Pilled perspective: he survives and succeeds while his rivals die or fail.

One of the traditional Manosphere’s main follies is its lame assumption that social and economic elites are somehow  'Blue Pilled' normies, like the broad masses they manipulate and exploit. Nothing could be further from the truth: it is quite obvious that powerful individuals who profit from wars and abuse children nurture a totally Black Pilled view of humanity. 

This grim realisation leads us to an important point: the real reason Black Pill nihilism is actively suppressed by the Anglo-American authorities is not so much the damage it can do as the power it confers. Simply put, the Anglo-American Deep State and its various Power Elites want to keep the liberating power of the Black Pill for themselves. Think about it: giving the broad masses access to the Black Pill is like giving street-sweeps and janitors the nuclear codes. This is why Black Pilled thought is labelled psychopathy by the med-school dross called psychiatrists, even while every nation in the Anglosphere is ruled according to Black-Pilled values by thoroughly Black-Pilled elites. How else do they stay ahead of the Blue Pilled masses?

As is generally known, I roundly despise the old Red Pilled 'reformist' MRAs who once dominated the manosphere. Their efforts are utterly pointless in misandrist Anglo nations like Canada or the US, which reflexively view all men as disposable fodder. Even worse, the MRA's tedious and failed ‘crusade’ on behalf of Blue-Pilled chumps is totally thankless. In fact, the average Anglo-American simp despises movements like A Voice for Men and would happily execute all their members without a moment’s thought

Our own view of the deluded Anglosimp is this: if he wants to offer up his ragged life on the altar of the Anglobitch, shed no tears for him. In fact, we should actively encourage him to do so. The Awakened Man thinks no better of male cucks and simps than he does of Anglo-American women who fuck dogs or show their asses to minors in elementary schools. All are disposable cattle without a shred of value. If Chigurh’s deadly bolt stunner were to pierce their empty brains and leave them dead by the roadside, it would be no greater loss than that of an ant.

In sum, Anton Chigurh is an idol that every Black Pilled man should be striving to emulate in every area of life. Operate outside the matrix and view the broad masses as disposable cattle and you won’t go far wrong.