Proud Boys Are Here To Stay

Proud Boys - A Fraternity of Western Chauvinists
By: Ian Schatte


I found the Proud Boys like many of us did, TGMS, the Gavin Mcinnes Show; or a through a black and white clip of Gavin debating a curly haired feminist. This show was amazing. It made me laugh, it got me angry, and gave me plenty of room to fist fight my thoughts on what was right and wrong the world.


Through a little poking around on Facebook and Twitter, I found the Texas Proud Boys. I spoke with the admin of the page who vetted me through a series of questions on the free market and checking back posts on my page. Within about a day I was added to the page and instantly I could feel my scrotum swelling with pride. Suddenly, I wasn’t alone with Gavin and the podcast, I had a network of people in Texas were at the same level of discontent with the status quo and wanted to do something about it.

Within months the first Texas meet up was planned for Austin. I hopped in the truck and headed to Maggie Mae’s bar on 6th St. Upon arriving, I had a bracing shot of Jameson, adjusted my MAGA cap, brushed some dander off the shoulder of my Fred Perry, then headed upstairs to meet the guys.


Loud as fuck as I came across the top of the stairs. There sat twenty big bastards all in red hats, black and gold, and all kinds of American flag gear. Everyone stood up, shook my hand while looking me in the eye and introducing themselves; an art lost on the limp-hand-shaking youth of college campuses.

We talked Gavin, Antifa, and the cancer of feminism. As more people arrived to the bar, the circle got bigger and the conversations got louder. We spoke of free market, cryptocurrency , and how to date on Tinder.


Never before had I seen thirty men become faster friends. The suppression of our speech and our refusal to go along with the bullshit media narrative was like a cauterizing fire to our friendships. Walking down 6th street as a pride of patriots, drawing jeers from liberals drinking Appletinis was equivalent to the soothing sound of rain falling on a tin roof. We were home.

Who are we? What do we believe? We are minimal government, maximum freedom, anti-political correctness, anti-racial guilt, pro-gun rights, anti-Drug War, closed borders, anti-masturbation, venerating entrepreneurs, venerating housewives, and reinstating a spirit of Western chauvinism during an age of globalism and multiculturalism.

We are a men’s fraternity but there is no IFC (Inter-fraternal council) to regulate us, no college board of trustees to censor us, and none of that pesky rape vibe that comes with fraternities.

Our numbers continue to grow. Elections are taking place all over the country for each state’s chapter leadership. We are a force at rallies and a presence to contend with Antifa wherever they may be. More so, we are a group of men who are tired of self censoring and tired of losing people over the things we truly believe.

We are Proud Boys. We are Western Chauvinists. We refuse to apologize for creating the modern world, and we are not going away.