Continued from „Political Onomastics“, which briefly explored the intelligent and careful naming of the parties of Hitler, Mussolini, Quisling, Degrelle, Codreanu, Remer, Mosley, Franco, Rockwell, and Pierce:
I admit, I am a pedant—a stickler for correctness—why, some might suspect me of having a bit of German blood. Others may even insinuate that persons such as I have Asperger’s (but at least I am not alone). And I do not expect to help my case with those others by confessing, I attach great import to the names people voluntarily choose for their own own lives’ works.
A few months ago, I set aside my usual pickiness on pragmatic grounds. I know that society has gone downhill, and people no longer generally uphold the standard of care they once did in any matter whatsoever. I also know that from time to time, youths nowadays acquire a nickname which sticks to them—and they accept it, even carrying it in some fashion to later enterprises. Especially online, an unfortunate name may even be naïvely assumed to rise from such an accident, absent any real evidence. I thought I should not be prejudiced by a nickname, the title of a book, or the name of a website.
I will now run posthaste screaming back to my original principles, based on my experience with something I understood, but deliberately ignored: The meaning of the name Renegade, i.e. Kyle Hunt’s online moniker and his name for the web operation he runs with his wife, Sinead McCarthy.
On its face, „Renegade“ is a name chosen by somebody who rebels for the sake of rebelling. Unlike the names covered in the previous article, it is neither positive nor constructive; it is purely negative; it symbolizes not being for anything in particular, but rather being against something—in practice it seems, against everything, up to and including the roundness of the Earth.
Now for a deeper look, I turn to my trusty old copy of Skeat (Oxford 1888)—because even etymology has more recently become corrupted and politically corrected on the principle that to define is to control. (Skeat is on same grounds recommended for those who like their etymological dictionaries to use the proper, old-fashioned scholarly term Aryan for what has now been politically corrected to „Indo-European“.) Flipping through to page 501 (Figure 1):
RENEGADE, RENEGADO, an apostate, vagabond. (Span., — L.) Massinger’s play called The Renegado was first acted in 1624. In Shak. Tw. Nt. iii 2. 74, the first folio has „a verie Renegatho;“ a spelling which represents the sound of the Spanish d. . . . — Span. renegado, „an apostata,“ Minshen; lit. one who has denied the faith; pp. of renegar, „to foresake the faith“, id. — Low Lat. renegare, to deny again. — Lat. re-, again; and negare, to deny; see Re- and Negative.
Contrast the meaning and etymology of propaganda, which descends from the Church Latin term propaganda fide—literally, „spreading (propagating) the faith“. Whereas a renegade is one who denies (renegs, negates) the faith.
It is an unintentionally apt name for those who publish articles by or about esteemed nationalist or National Socialist intellectuals—yet also hail „anti-intellectualism at its best“, claim that the Earth is flat, and vomit up raw hatred like this:
. . .or this—again from a woman (Sinead McCarthy) who not only is literally married to Renegade (Kyle Hunt), but calls herself by the name Firestarter (i.e., arsonist):
(Yes, I am aware that I have repeatedly run those two horrifying audio clips. I also know that there is plenty more such material, as bad and worse. But I lack for a staff here at the new virtual Propagandaministerium; and I have thus far had better things to do with with my time than neatly excerpt insane rants for online embedding.)
So, what’s in a name? Plenty. For my part, just as I do filter and categorize men by skin colours which rise from the same genes as their insides, I will henceforth most certainly place more weight on voluntarily self-selected names which are without mitigation rebellious, nihilistic, and/or just plain stupid. Moreover, though it can be unwise to judge a book based on a cover designed by some big publishing house—and sometimes idiotic parents inadvertently produce (and misname) bright children—it is most wise to judge a book based on a cover proudly designed by the author of its substance.