The Loneliest Man in the Kurganate
There was a strange chapter in The Kurgan’s online life — about two years ago — when he tried to reinvent himself yet again. This time, not as a spiritual warrior, Catholic inquisitor, or hypnotist-mage, but as a homesteader.
He made thirty-seven YouTube videos. Fixing roofs. Cutting firewood. Doing chores around the property.
And in all thirty-seven videos… he is utterly alone.
No friends. No brothers. No helpers.
Just a man performing for a camera in the woods, trying to look like a rugged pioneer — but revealing instead the tragic emptiness behind the mask.
If The Kurgan truly embodied the strength, charisma, and leadership he constantly claims, he would not be alone. He would have real friends. Real community. Real brotherhood. That’s how it works with men who live in truth. People show up. They offer help. They stay.
But no one is there. Because he’s built a life on division. On chasing enemies, building echo chambers, and shouting down every Catholic who doesn’t bow to his personally constructed worldview.
He says things like “If I had 1,000 men, I would storm the Vatican.”
But he doesn’t have one man beside him in the field.
And that’s the quiet truth.
All the blogs, Substacks, and podcasts in the world can’t replace the company of real human beings.
And all the furious sedevacantist rhetoric in the world won’t make you a happy man.
If The Kurgan had done the simple, humble thing years ago — just found a good, faithful Catholic parish with a valid priest and chosen to walk the hard road of obedience instead of pride — he might have had something real by now.
Real sacraments.
Real friends.
Real peace.
Instead, he’s alone in a field with a chainsaw and a webcam, pretending to be a warlord in exile.
It didn’t have to be this way.
And deep down, I think he knows it.
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