Demonstration Report | Butte Banner Drop August 2024

Expanding the White Man Zone

Even the few can make waves.

How many activists does it take to screw over an anti-White narrative? Just one, and never underestimate him!

Oh sure, it’s great when you can march down Main Street with dozens of men, waving your banners to starry-eyed onlookers on the one hand and the warbling whines from the other. Every Nationalist group should grow towards one day being able to put on spectacles just like that.

But sometimes raw numbers are just not in the cards. You’ve got three guys, a garage full of material, and the will to make something happen. But that’s all you need to start changing the world.

Summer is a busy time for activists raising families and holding down jobs. Unlike our Communist clingers-on whose leech off of the government’s teat and Daddy’s trust fund, real White men and women need to keep society ticking. So that’s what we do, though we do find time to expand the roots of our activism in subtle ways wherever we go…

But overt activism must go on. And so, through rain or shine, bustling intersection or solitary overpass, our men will get the message of White unity out one way or another.

The Event

Lacking men doesn’t limit your options as much as you might initially think. Three men are sufficient to hold a banner with wiggle room to spare for camerawork and an extra sign. The core of a demonstration needs just that, and that is just what we had.

A banner was made by hand reading, “Non-White? Non-American!” The whole world knows the difference between an “American” and a “Whatever-American” is testament enough to that fact. Real Americans feel no need for modifiers to rest assured others see us as just that.

Our extra extra sign read “White Man Zone”. Like so many other phrases we have, this is just common sense for Montana. All of Montana is a White Man Zone, with the reservations being their respective Tribal Zones in turn. Everyone understands walking onto “The Rez” is to enter another peoples’ territory. The same applies to Butte. That’s Montanan land. Irish town. By god you can just smell the pork chop sandwiches and whiskey just thinking about it…

The Day of Action arrived. August 17^th, our quarter-dozen brave souls embarked for the overpass. The fenced bridge had guarded walkways and oversaw the busy interstate, an easy place to ensure hundreds of motorists could see our messaging. It’s a complex affair, standing with a banner along a fence. To think there are grown White men out there still fretting about if they could be up to such a monumental task!

But our men were up for the challenge. Setup was a breeze, and the rest was just wave. We do smile quite a bit under our masks for the waves and honks that come our way, and have a good laugh whenever some libtard babbles incoherently at 40 mph down the road.

Highways and interstates are fairly low-intensity affairs. Most people have less than a second to read the message and process it before they’re already past. Intersections, where traffic is slower and many have an opportunity to stop, are where you get the big honks and waves – a reward for when you have the manpower to arrange a worthy display!

For all the seething Redditors out there writing the lamest kinds of death threats about how they’d rustle-up their jimmies and show them punk Nazis a thing or two about Reddit gumption, by golly! Our readers may be shocked, shocked, to learn that not a single piss-fantasizing soyboy dared show their face despite our being there for over three hours. White Man Zone indeed.

Though interactions are scarce in banner drops, we still did have a few. One guy rolled up, babbling about masks and faces and wanting things off, which earned him babbling in return. Not liking that one bit, he swore to come kick our asses – well that just earned him some extra babble for his trouble! The threat wasn’t followed up on, his terror of being talked to like a manbaby too great for him to bear.

Another car stopped by. We immediately saw who was wearing the pants in that relationship as the woman started interrogating our cameraman about what he was doing as the male driver stared ahead, motionless, silent, in his lane, thriving.

She accepted a brochure without looking and immediately started challenging us to take off the masks with her phone at the ready. Such a clever ruse, I’m sure no one has ever thought about that tactic before! She finished the interaction with littering on the road in protest of her failed ploy. Drats! Foiled again. Maybe next time if someone asks us very, very nicely to take off the masks…

Eventually a police officer came along to see what was going on. Naturally we had no trouble explaining our exercise of free and peaceful expression. It was no issue at all. The officer took a brochure to get the full measure of our initiative, assured us we were well within our rights, and departed with a handshake.

That’s how it’s done in… The White Man Zone!

The Aftermath

Yeah, that was it. A simple demonstration lasting a good few hours, a few signs held up for passers-by to read, and it all went off without any difficulties really. Our other activists around the state have been and will be busily fitting in their outreach efforts, so we counted it as another demo on our belt and thought little else of it.

But Reddit couldn’t handle it.

A photo hit the threads – a horrible White man, holding a pro-White sign over the interstate. The horror! The travesty! The upbips and rebloots abounded in pearl-clasping outrage!

The death threats earlier were from this thread – of course all fine by the moderator’s standards until, in frustration that it was the most popular topic on their entire subreddit, they locked the thread and buried it.

Isn’t it funny, Redditeers, that everyone wants to talk about us? We don’t mind the endless circle-jerks of, “Take off da maaaaaaask!” and “Dey dun wear covid maskaroos den – but nao!?” There, I saved you all about 50% of the creative genius of Reddit. You can thank us in likes and subscribes. But seriously, we are always the hottest topic on these subreddits when we roll into town. Everyone wants to speak their mind about it, and moderators just can’t handle it. Amazing really.

Even better though was a day after our demonstration, we received a message. An onlooker had seen our men on the overpass. The man had been looking into Nationalism for quite some time and was on the fence about what he should do about it. Seeing our activists in his town firsthand convinced him it was a sign to take action, which he did. We welcomed him aboard shortly after – another local Butte man stands for his people!

But the ripples didn’t stop there. Monday night, an article appeared decrying our “message of hate” and “White supremacy”, featuring a spokesman of “Not in Our Town Butte” named Josh Peck, an Irishman shaped from a lifelong affair with pork chop sandwiches and Guinness.

We love our gingers, don’t we folks? But Josh Peck could use losing the wokery and a few pounds. Our tubby Jack Horner stand-in asserted that Butte, decried as the 7^th least-diverse city in America by the MSM, has always been a “melting pot”. That is to say, he peddles absolute bullshit as is the custom for racial turncoats. Butte is so Irish that even its globohomo agents are gingers!

Peck proceeded to declare a counter-rally on Saturday August 24^th against White advocacy, historical honesty, and presumably plate limits at the snack bar. They would assemble in Father Sheehan park and gave ample notice to the whole town of Irishmen that they would take a stand against White Lives Mattering.

Butte’s kinsmen back in Ireland are fighting for their very homeland against foreign invaders, again. So for someone with the body mass of several Irishmen to have the gallstones to say one of the most concentrated outposts of their diaspora is just another “melting pot” is particularly disgusting. What a shame this slobbish blob is to that spirited and tenacious people. No more pork chop sandwiches for this man. Peck, you’re getting cut off. Take his sandwiches, good men of Butte!

Always-Peckish and his Facebook band of cat ladies even broadcast to the entire state their intention to rally against White racial solidarity. The story was repeated across local broadcasts from Great Falls to Missoula to Helena. All over a little sign on an overpass – what a journalistic spasm! Surely, they believed, social justice warriors around the region would answer the call.

Well, when someone decides to hold a party for you, it would be rude not to send your regards. Early Saturday morning, our local Butte boys deployed to the park to put up a temporary art exhibition. Another simple message: Whites Built Butte.

10am rolled around, the sign was still there – but not a single Towner showed up. Turns out they canceled their bigot bashing-bash, chased out before the event even began. Apparently the hysterical housewives and lard-lovers of the Towner group couldn’t even organize a park gathering on a lovely August Saturday and canceled their event to avoid shaming themselves in front of news crews. Or maybe Peck got into the hotdogs and gobbled them all up, who knows.

What is clear however is that our local Butte boys showed up, and the Towners did not. Another victory for White Lives Matter Montana. Maybe Peck’s Towners will try again, or not, but they’ll be reminded wherever they go that we are everywhere. White men and women have had enough of the racial abuse and replacement, and are beginning to realize the only way to make it stop is to stand up to it and declare that our lands and communities our families built belong to us – and no one else.

Butte is a White Man Zone, and we won’t let them forget it.