Recently I was asked to make some subtle aesthetic adjustments to the Counter-Currents website. If I’ve done the job well, no one will even notice the changes. The task required me to go through the archives all the way back to the summer of 2010, the year Greg Johnson broke digital ground and Counter-Currents went online. Sifting through fourteen years’ worth of articles, essays, videos, podcasts, and livestreams, I came to appreciate even more all of the labour that has gone into Counter-Currents. The webzine is a veritable repository of knowledge, wisdom, and history. And it is uniquely resilient. Apart from the work of all the writers and contributors, much must be said in praise of the technicians behind the Counter-Currents curtain for the many obstacles they have had to manoeuvre around. Counter-Currents has survived multiple attacks on its servers, on its payment processors, and on its ability to sell the dozens of books it has published. Just one of these sieges would have been enough to make other websites, publishing houses, and individuals crumble. Like an impregnable medieval castle, Counter-Currents still stands. Why so many threats on Counter-Currents’ life? Because it is a place where men and women say the actual truth, and in this inverted world, telling the truth is a sin. A crime, even.
Did Pox just put out a massive white-pill? ("everything been said by the men who came before" - that's good news if you want it to be).