More familiar to denizens of the blogosphere as ZMan, dead far too young (not even 60 years old? Dooood, SRSLY?!?) from what is said to be “natural causes.” Our bosom blog-buddy The Tactical Hermit mourns the loss, and makes the proverbial silk purse out of a sow’s ear by drawing inspiration therefrom.

One of the great minds of the Dissident Right has left us. Although I am sad I know what question Z would pose to all of us: Which one of you is going to pick up the standard and carry on the fight? My answer: Count me in Z. Here I am. Send Me.

Well reasoned and/or -spoken, TH. The Hermit then steers us, bless his coal-black heart, over to Sido’s impassioned obit.

The Dissident Right will miss him. His real name was John Christopher Zander and his was a powerful, sober voice and a needed contrast to the multitude of silly fools and/or degenerates that often dominate the conversation in the medium of social media that rewards the loud and obnoxious at the expense of the serious and thoughtful.

He was a pretty private person. I know he still had a regular job and it sounded to me like he did consulting of some sort. Whatever it was, I got the impression that he was good enough at it that he could move from Baltimore, a city he lived in for many years and referred to Lagos, to West Virginia. He was apparently doxxed by the anti-White hate group that calls itself “The Southern Poverty Law Center” but I didn’t even realize it as he didn’t mention it to my recollection and it didn’t appear to impact him professionally but it does reinforce that the SPLC, ADL and other anti-White hate groups are made up of the very worst people in America. There is a great deal of freedom in finding a way to make a living that is insulated from Their shenanigans.

His writing was usually lucid and thoughtful although he did have an amusing tendency toward typos and misspelling that he didn’t seem to care about. He lived alone for as long as I can remember reading him, and it has been a long time, probably at least 10 years as his was one of the websites I frequented before starting my new blog.

Plenty more at Arthur’s joint, including remembrances from such notable quotables as AmRen’s Jared Taylor; the excommunicated but nonetheless highly esteemed John Derbyshire*; and this Peter Brimelow character—who, for many years, was one of the reclusive ZMan’s very few close personal friends. Thus:

The Zman was a somewhat solitary creature. He had recently moved to West Virginia and had two cats but as far as I know he wasn’t married, perhaps was divorced?, didn’t have a girlfriend nor close family. While I don’t know who found him, the local sheriff contacted the Brimelows who managed to track down a relative. Like I said, he was a solitary guy but seemed mostly comfortable with that. He was getting into gardening, bought an older truck to fix up, was working on a badly needed update to his blog and generally seemed to be enjoying life. He struck me as someone that it would have been a lot of fun to hang out with in his garage enjoying a cold beverage.

I didn’t agree with The Zman on every issue or position, the only person I agree with 100% of the time is the handsome devil looking back at me in the mirror, but I agreed with him almost all of the time. He epitomized the Dissident Right, being someone focused on what really is and not what we wish would be.

Ditto, Arthur. I’ve long since forgotten who it was, but years back somebody or other made a brilliant observation regarding political figures: If you find yourself in agreement with such a personage one hundred percent of the time, you badly need to reflect on the situation, and carefully—because at least one of you, quite possibly both, is literally insane.

Time was, I excerpted/linked almost every one of ZMan’s essays after each successive one had been published. Similarly, I never failed to at least read each one, regardless of whether I felt the topic was suitable for discussion at CF—which potential for becoming blog-fodder is always lurking in my mind with every blog post, op-ed piece, or mainstream think-piece I read. Over the past cpl-three years, however, I gradually lost interest in ZMan’s stuff—feeling, fairly or unfairly, that it had become somewhat repetitive, stale, even. Whether my assessment was at all accurate I’ll leave for others to judge. Whatever the case may be, my visits to the Z Blog  gradually tapered off until finally, they’d stopped altogether.

No matter; rest ye well, ZMan. From its inception, the Z-Blog was one of those rarely-seen blogospheric phenomena which wash over the world of socio-political commentary like a tsunami, sweeping the somnambulant intellectual convention, overwrought juvenilia, and monochromatic groupthink of the moment away before it as if they were of no more lasting significance than any other flotsam of leaves, dust, and random lightweight debris tossed hither and yon by a pre-storm gust front. The impact your insight, analysis, and most especially your artful writing—uncorrected “amusing typos” notwithstanding—had on our community was so high, wide, deep, and powerful as to be beyond estimation.

* NOTE: After wading through paywall after paywall looking for an unbowdlerized version to link to above, I downloaded the full version of Derbyshire’s world-renowned, explosively controversial, widely misunderstood and/or misrepresented “The Talk” article, which I plan to post on its own separate page here at CF, if only just to make the shitlibs cry and for no other reason.

Update! There, we’re all set! John Derbyshire’s “The Talk” Pts 1 and 2, unexpurgated and in their entirety, have found their Forever Home right here at Ye Aulde Colde Furye Blogge (check the Navbar directly below our Angry Guy header image, scrunched all the way over on the right-hand side). I’m pleased and proud to be in a position to see to it that, from now on, none of y’all RAYCISS!!© reprobates will need to wastefully expend time and energy hunting all over Hell and half of Georgia looking for them. Better yet, y’know, neither will I.

High speed low drag update! Asked myself what the hey, why not simplify things around here a mite? I mean, no way a single page of mainly text could ever be so damned bloated as to make the server gag on it, right? Neither is the aforementioned file likely to be so achingly slooooow to load that you Patient Readers will nod off, leaving y’all slumped semi-conscious over your desk, your energy sapped, your eyeballs red, burning, and itchy after you’d spent the last twenty, twenty-five minutes being mesmerized by the Spinning Beach Ball of Death while you just waited…and waited…and waited for the infernal page to finally, FINALLY come up in your browser tab.

Having been smacked square in the gob by these gladsome realizations made it clear as crystal that the decision had been made for me already. That in turn meant there was but one option available to me at this point, so I went ahead on and consolidated Parts One and Two into one fat, lengthy, bodaciously streamlined package.

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