Count Dankula: Absolute Mad Lads

Happy new year, boys. You got your resolutions locked in? Good, because I've got one more for you to take seriously once you conveniently "lose" your gym membership cards and start coping that it's just a dirty bulk. We are now in 2026, and to survive the present, it's often worth looking into the facts and logic that epically owned the feminists of the past. And before we start, no you stupid chud, you cannot fix her. She's a schizophrenic radfam art hole who shot Andy Warhol.

Sometimes life gives you a real gut punch. The kind that stings for life. No drama, no music, just pain. And yes, I'm talking about being born in Mexico. But imagine alongside that, your daughter gets kidnapped by one of the most violent cartel gangs in the region. The police are just a background decoration and the government even more so. Are you supposed to just shut up, accept it, and just move on? Nope. You have your Liam Neeson Taken moment and you hunt the fuckers down. Except in this case it wasn't the girl's father. It was her mother. She changed her identity, collected names, and started hunting them down one by one. No training, backup, or plot armor. Just a mother that decided she wanted revenge. And I'm going to warn you now, this is not a feel-good story. There is no happy ending. And like we've had to say a good number of times on this channel, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Even more so when it's the wrath of a vengeful mother with nothing left to lose.

With all of that drone nonsense, bureaucratized rules of engagement getting people mutilated and killed when they could have fairly easily gotten through otherwise, warfare becoming unbearably fake and gay, and the general abolition of the warrior spirit, there is a lot more to process than ever, which is really hard to do when instead of having a nice long march home, a redeye flight will get you from hell on earth to your house within just a few hours. It's no wonder that the common soldier gets spiritually hotel Californiaiforned by war these days. But that's not what we're talking about today. Because we're not talking about the war never ending on a spiritual level. Nor am I referring to an underground abstract some of us never stopped fighting lost cause sentiment or the masculine desire to become a citizen of outer heaven. Nope. It's much dumber than that. This soldier literally never stopped fighting because he didn't know that the war had actually ended decades ago.

The Second World War is overdone. This is obvious if you've tried to watch any war film over the last 70 years. As despite the fact that it was obviously incredibly important, and still sadly shapes the socopolitical paradigm that we find ourselves in, it's also become incredibly stale. After all, how many times are we going to watch the exact same movie about Googa Johnny Yank, who is lore dumped to be a Jew and/or Polish "person", malinger around the Western Front, spout off some thinly veiled contemporary politics before partaking in a stupidly over-the-top power fantasy, because Googa Johnny Yank is a pretty cool guy that doesn't afraid of anything. Childish ranting about Hollywood aside, today we will be covering the exploits of a man who will need no introduction if you're a Nordie of the Paisley persuasion. A plucky patty who pounded Jerry German across North Africa and was one of the de facto founding fathers of contemporary special forces doctrine. The McMarauder Paddy Mayne.

I recently talked about a comedian who pulled the ladder up behind him and sucks so much now that he deserves no respect. And while I certainly had a lot of fun making that video, it wouldn't be too good for my sanity to be going for hate clicks long term, especially since we're all ultimately here for a laugh. So, let's keep the mood light by talking about arguably the best stand-up comedian to ever do it. One of the funniest men of all time who also got no respect. Rodney Dangerfield.

We are back once again to talk about everyone's second favorite German, somebody who is probably one of the biggest lolcows to ever walk this earth. Now, I usually wait until something major has happened before I make a video about this guy, and there has definitely been some very major and interesting developments since we last spoke about the ogre of Alt Showerberg. The man is now a wanderer, hopping from place to place and getting up to all kinds of hijinks in his travels. Hijinks of his own making because he is now getting recognized in the street and people are now just trolling him in public. Now, it's been a good long while since we last spoke about this gentleman, and a lot of stuff has happened since then, but I'll do my very best to try and cover everything. Some of it is hilarious. Some of it is very sad. And some of it, well, let's just say that this story has gotten pretty dark. Dragon Lord.

Now, I don't know about you, but I am quite the hip-hop connoisseur, being rather partial to the urban jives of the rap game that we find ourselves in nowadays. However, having said that, I've never really dabbled in the lyrical, spiritual, miracle individual. I was a lot more of a mosher growing up, to tell you the truth. Never ever managed to get myself a record deal. Though I could cut a hell of a promo. What the hell am I talking about? What the hell do these random things all have in common? Did you say record deal, rapping, promo, like in 40 seconds wrestling? Yes, I did. And all of these things, weirdly enough, have a common denominator. Cyrax.

Evola believed that a nation's myths can often tell you much more about them than their actual real history. The stories that they tell provide invaluable insights into how they see themselves and their sense of time and place in the world. Through myth one could glean a people's identity, their values, their enemies and fears, and their collective ambitions. Here in Britain, we already have a couple of own myths from both our Germanic and Romantic heritage. But there is a myth maker who was apocryphily said to have set out to create a mythology for England. And in this modern world that we unfortunately find ourselves in, its chief themes of nostalgia and entropy resonated to the tune of well over 100 million copies sold. And an entire genre as we know it shaped in its image. All because with the idle stroke of a pen, one author revolted against the modern world by reminding the English people of who they are. In a hole in the ground, there lived a hobbit. Professor J.R.R. Tolkien.