by E. Michael Jones, The Unz Review:
Jim Goad died on June 22, 2026 according to his racist colleague Gregg Johnson, who described him as “America’s greatest satirical journalist since H. L. Mencken.”[1] Johnson’s obituary “Ode to Goad” recounts that “James Thaddeus Goad was born on June 12, 1961, in Ridley Park, Pennsylvania. He died on June 22, 2026, in Albuquerque, New Mexico of long-term health problems.”[2] That statement about the cause of Goad’s death was almost immediately contradicted by witnesses who said that he committed suicide. Johnson continued:
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He had just turned 65. Jim was the youngest of three sons of a working-class Catholic couple. Jim was highly intelligent, with talents not just in writing but also in acting and music. Before he settled on writing, he wanted to be an actor. After high school, Jim moved to New York City to pursue acting. He was accepted to study acting at New York University under Stella Adler. In the end, he opted to study journalism at Temple University in Philadelphia. He graduated with a B.A. in journalism in 1985.[3]
That description not only suppressed the cause of his death, it also omitted Goad’s rejection of the religion of his childhood and his adoption of “whiteness” as his new identity, thereby neutering what could be described as the most significant cautionary tale in American letters “since H.L. Mencken.” I am a firm believer in the Latin maxim “de mortuus nil nisi bonum,” but Johnson’s obituary committed significant sins of omission in an attempt to sanitize Goad’s wretched life and self-inflicted death to disguise the role which race and lust played in his wretched death. Malcolm’s line in Shakespeare’s Macbeth takes on new meaning when applied to Jim Goad:
“Nothing in his life
Became him like the leaving it; he died
As one that had been studied in his death
To throw away the dearest thing he owed,
As ’twere a careless trifle.”
The dearest thing Jim Goad owned was the Catholic faith he received at baptism, and he threw it away when he abandoned that faith to live the life of a sexual libertine. As if that weren’t bad enough, he then became a white boy who adopted Darwinian mumbo jumbo, IQ determinism, and other racial tropes to rationalize the sexual sins that eventually destroyed him, to the applause of Greg Johnson and Richard Spencer and a host of lesser white boy luminaries who drew solace from his ruin.
I tried to make Goad aware of the connection between his aberrant sex life and his lost Catholic faith in an interview on Ethan Ralph’s Killstream podcast which aired around Christmas in 2023.[4] After Goad said that “The enduring legacy of Christianity is that people don’t know what to do with their guilt,” I responded that his constant references to sadistic nuns corresponded to what Sigmund Freud called “screen memories,” which “distract you from what you don’t want to talk about. So, let’s talk about your sex life, Jim.”
Goad: You talk more about homosexual sex than Freddie Mercury. Do you want to talk about the 80 women I’ve been with in my life? About my current wife? I don’t talk about gay sex.
Nor did I. So why did Goad bring up the topic of homosexuality? The scatological introduction to Goad’s memoir Shit Magnet, provides a clue:
These days I’m wondering whether my thirty-minute shit mantra was a magical incantation or some sort of fecal rain dance, because ever since that night, the gods have been emptying their bowels on me. Take a whiff. You know that smell. It’s unmistakable. Enough to make you gag. And there’s no getting away from it. I’m surrounded by it. A vast shitscape. Dung-heaps piled high as landfills. I’m smothered under a crapalanche. A gooey, oozing, pulsating poop mountain. I inhabit a colossal brown loaf. I am cocooned in shit, a turd-coated larva. All sewer pipes lead to me. I’m tainted. Defiled. Infected. Soiled. A human septic tank. A black hole. A toilet bowl. When the shit goes down… when it hits the fan… it winds up sticking to me.[5]
After submitting this passage without any reference to its author to a professional psychologist, I got the following reply: “I know nothing about this person except the first thing that comes to mind is that he was a homosexual. Hence all the [scatological] references.”
After I mentioned in reply that the person in question described himself as a womanizer and bragged about his sexual conquests, I asked “Was he hiding something?” The psychologist replied, “My guess is yes. I’ve seen this pattern before. It appears on the surface like his conscience was eating away at him and he was perhaps using the silly language about fecal matter as a defense mechanism: think reaction formation,” which is defined as:
a psychoanalytic defense mechanism in which a person unconsciously transforms an unacceptable impulse, desire, emotion, or thought into its opposite, which is then expressed in an exaggerated or rigid way. It was described by Sigmund Freud (and elaborated by Anna Freud) as one of the ego’s ways of managing internal conflict and anxiety arising from the id’s forbidden wishes. Instead of acknowledging the original impulse, the person adopts and displays the contrary attitude or behavior.[6]
In Shit Magnet, Goad did discuss his involvement in homosexual activity but only to dismiss it as an irrelevant and aberrant juvenile episode:
Some skinny black kid with glasses paid me five bucks for the privilege of letting him suck my cock on the concrete stairwell to a fluorescent-lit Norristown subterranean parking lot, and he had his eyes closed all worshipfully slobbering over it and said I could fuck him if I wanted to but I said no, and the way he fawned over my bone was the same way Ardea the fat clothing-industry fag hag knelt down and prayed to it and said it tastes great when she swallowed and she’d be cute if she lost a hundred pounds, and I’ve never had a steady girlfriend or anyone tell me they love me.[7]
Then, as if regretting what he just admitted, Goad added “thinking about all this makes me want to put a bullet in my head” foretelling his suicide. Reaction formation complemented Goad’s use of screen memories to distract his audience from his guilty conscience, which he talks about constantly even if it’s mostly to deny its existence. Getting back to the interview:
