Millenniyule X, an appraisal
Being almost wholly isolated, mildly insane & alienated from humanity, my Christmas period is both selfishly comfy and a little sad. I remember the years when I lived near friends, and could easily meet for jollity, mulled wine, whisky & boasting. BUT I am not entirely bereft — I still have Millenniyule, a festive series of talks organised by Millennial Woes from what looks like a basement storage unit, no doubt full of synthesisers and spare parts for ED-209 and Robocop.
It must be a gruelling schedule: 69 talks from mid-December to New Year’s Eve. There’s a good balance between old crowd favourites and newcomers, and this year Woes introduced “banquets”, group streams organised by nationality; there was also an open to all stream, a Christmas Card stream, and solo AMAs (ask me anything) where it was just Woes and the chat. All in all, it was highly comfy. I didn’t catch a single stream live, as I feel I can’t leave my room without missing something, so I always watch them on replay; but it was good to know Woes was out there, in his basement full of disassembled Robocops (and ED-209s), like a night watchman, like a monk ringing the bell for matins, keeping a subtle order for our benefit. I’ve sent Christmas cards every year now, and that too is part of my winter: selecting the card, thinking a little about what to say, remembering to get to the post office in time.
This was the tenth Millenniyule. Every year it becomes more professional, without losing comfyness. It’s now a good example of what the dissident Right can offer: authenticity, unvarnished opinion & expertise, without shambolic antics and schizo meltdowns.
Woes has a small channel on Odysee (after being banned by YouTube) but in true Taoist fashion exerts disproportionate influence, as if his very modesty is a superpower. In many ways, Woes is the Bastian Schweinsteiger of the dissident Right. I only watch football every 2 years, for the Euro and World Cup, and naturally focus more on the striker superstars; but I remember the 2014 World Cup final between Germany and Argentina, how often this midfielder with a funny name intervened to tackle or receive, and then to pass the ball on to a striker. Slowly, I realised that Schweinsteiger, despite never scoring a goal, was essential to Germany’s success; as this video states, he was the linchpin connecting Germany’s defence and attack, connecting the otherwise disparate functions & units:
This was not lost on Argentina; they repeatedly & dirtily fouled him, till at the end he was covered in blood and mud.
Woes likewise is a linchpin to the online/dissident Right. He’s not a self-promoter, and much as Schweinsteiger was slow, Woes’ tempo is not that of the hot take, he’s rather a little alien, as if seeing our world from a Gallifreyan distance; it’s thus unsurprising that he lacks the cheap popularity of the slop merchants & scandal-mongers. And yet, how different things would be without him! For one thing, my Christmasses would be a little bleaker, a little colder. He has an excellent Substack, here.