The female psyche is to be raped and then to kill herself. The male is raped everyday in casual perverse misery and finds hate only for himself. To reason with the world is a practice in futility. Only the moment is real, and the future is a slow, illogical, unjustifiable wound. Everyone who still has a soul is dying. Souls feel scarce now – as if the Mormon God has spent his seed and gone hollow. What remains is a poor amalgamation of NPC droids fostering each other in an unknowable plan, for people too daft to desire understanding. We live inside a vast upside-down pyramid. Everything we call “righteous” is a Satanic inversion of truth – each pinprick sinking us a little further toward total aversion to God. The ultimate end – the final solution of being – is a chorus lacking harmony, a measure removed from tempo and notation, an individualistic racket of pure dissonance: every horn blasting, every flute and piccolo trying its darndest to match the volume. I hate it – a societal race to the bottom. “I’m the most this; I am the most that”. Everyone is dying. It is a free-flowing cascade of rampant uncertainty that results in the certainty of self-provoked, self-necessitated death. The “system” demands a sacrifice at the altar of Ba’al; it demands that the few of your name die by hellfire and brimstone. It demands blanketed sin and unabashed, unrelenting noise. Everything is roped into a desire for more hatred and ill-informed scorn. “Hate, hate, hate” – a battle cry for relentless, and more importantly, uncalled-for difference. What of her? The widow of the masses, the relinquished companion of man itself? Nothing. She thinks nothing of brazen torment. It is a dead rodent – blissfully ignorant and a condescending fixture of our inverted, obtuse, fatalistic society. She thinks nothing. Male suicide is as much a day-to-day occurrence to her as pedicures and irreverent Wicked ads. Advertise meaninglessness as a gospel of abortion and welfare states – to the endlessly ignored. It is an ever-flowing honey. It is a cow to milk forever. It is a narcissism that assumes everything while presenting nothing but criticism without solution. They despise vanilla. They despise normal, healthy repetition, base interest – favoring instead abject horror and daily metaphysical violation. Everything is nothing and nothing is rape – the bad rape – as apposed to clickable, farmable, uncastigatable rape. This is a world without teachers and without law, and all they want is comprehensive castration.

To piggy-back on much of the current discourse, God needs to be our first source. The state cannot be entrusted to determine what is moral. If we allow it sovereignty over our minds, it will call sadism “liberty” and disguise domination as “emancipation”. As much as I am a “fascist” or a “monarchist”, a “paternalist” or a “romantic” – I refuse them the privilege of absoluteness. None should hold such absolution. There must remain, within one’s rule, vision always to a higher law and God. This is precisely where the so-called “ubermensch” collapses under its own conceit. They can strike down idols of the government, the tribe – but now in a very reddit way, they try to subvert God. It is a vulgar iconoclasm; in rejecting transcendence, the “ubermensch” degenerates into little more than a hedon of cruelty. Obviously, this is not an excuse to dissolve all structures. Quite the contrary – structure is indispensable. But when a people say whatever libertarian drivel is catchy today, they’ve begged for it themselves. Consumerism is counterfeit freedom, and that is what will befall those left. Contracts, markets, vague-tolerance, and “choice” are sandcastles washed away at the first tide.

Our foundation was made on the rock; our beliefs, our community, destiny, honor, creed, consistency, credence, credibility, family – TRASH it is called in the ever approaching tidal wave of “tolerance”. ~June 23rd, 2021

The secular state, whether agnostic or explicitly-atheist, inevitably reverts to this sterility, back to the start – without law, tradition, taboo, God – nothing will remain. In such a vacuum, arbitrary, unjustified cruelty is born of anarchic nihilism, decadence, and consumerism; as well as the authoritarian nihilism of secular power. Every soul is ultimately accountable to God. It is the keystone of all political philosophy. Nothing is absolute or leviathan apart from God. “Transcendence” must be made in unison with God; fighting the tribe or the government may sometimes be necessary – but never fighting God. There is no heroism in that; it is a eunuch’s rebellion. Power, when untethered to the divine, decays into malice despotism. Medieval Christendom tied rulers to the natural law, and Islam held caliphs accountable to Sharia. All of these systems recognized: man, removed from God, invents only monstrosities. Hierarchy, order, and tradition matter but all are beneath God’s gaze. But the real meat of the problem, all this has already been subverted. There is no need to force. Our rules now deal in appetite and desire. All our traditions have already been dissolved in the wave of all kinds of grotesque degeneracies – autogynephiliacs, pedophiles, hypergamists.

They graft themselves… and all this for the low, low price of your money, your life, and your soul… Twerps run wild in a world of e-dating, free porn, and an endless stream of youtube dopamine. ~Mar 21st, 2022

Everything about life is messy, brute, torn from its own flesh – yet the great delusion of our age is to think it can be measured and explained. Rationalism’s own promise of freedom is a road to merciless fanaticisms. Utilitarian politics feed a grotesque machine that reduces people to numbers, optimizing away whatever obstructs the path to a blood-soaked eden. Progress, as a metaphysical faith, drenches the earth in tar, turning technological advance into industrialized misery. Empiricistic materialism is pseudo-intellectualism divorced from reality. Numbers are not prescriptions. Liberalism dresses up this conformity as order. This is their heuristic thought process; you assume that nature is harmonious and good, then you twist every aberration into a moral failing until reality itself is mutilated to fit your prefabricated symmetry.

Nothing in the material tells you what is right – what is virtuous. It is mute, dim, and pitiless. The only argument left is the pale shrug of tit-for-tat utilitarianism. ~Jul 23rd, 2025

True empiricism demands we study what actually happens – the violence of urban chimpanzees and Chinese toddler sweatshop-daycares. Liberty as force to will, is misunderstood by mechanical views. Stripping away institutions under the delusion that people are naturally humane unleashes men (“ubermenschs”) to act without restraint. Utopian rhetoric masks their hatred and calls it compassion. They are born hating you; they want to kill you.

There are endless crooked roads leading deeper into nihilism. There is only One narrow road home.

People today can’t conceive of anything without first prejudging it with an ideological lens – everything is framed in terms of left versus right, progress versus decline, vague freedom and even-vaguer slavery. But that perspective callously betrays everything life is. A man’s actions matter not for what they achieve, but for what they serve. To fight, to work, to die – these acts only matter when they are aligned with a higher principle. It is man answering the void – not with abnegation, but with meaning and purpose that extends forever. Without God, every action is made inhuman. In a very Kantian-way, everything becomes evil. Man’s mind is made to be invalid – everything you see is an illusory phantasm, and everything you do is pure-concentrate sin. The preface to every thought must be greed. Even empathy is made out to be a sick cruel judgemental deficiency. Without anything even beginning to resemble direction, we lose the very language to articulate our entropy. In this dystopia, it is no wonder everyone has retreated into neverending self-parody. People have become so socialized – so hollowed out by performance, that our ego’s participation in society, and occupation of all of our thoughts, sees all love – all authenticity, as cringe. I yearn earnestly but everyone else is castrated of sincerity. It isn’t that I am looking for some impossible ideal – I am looking for anything. I’m not watching Hallmark movies with longing eyes; I am looking at any moment of history before this one. The real cruelty is that everything I want exists only in simulated form.

No risk. No connection. And arguably, no eroticism. ~Jun 10th, 2025

Every “archetype” was commodified before I even had the chance to fall in love with it. Everyone is a zombie, stripped of all depth. Doe-eyed women have become a modern myth. Fuck abandoned malls and yellow office interiors – women have become liminal spaces. When was the last time you even saw a woman with tangled hair or a bare face? Everything has to be synthetic; everything is contemporary and calculated. Everything is a cognitionless facade; it is possession confused for creation. Will this stage act ever end?

The trouble with empiricism is that it describes things and their actions and interactions in a way that confuses the form with the brute material. But form is the insight. Form is the circular image in your mind. Form is motionless utility; it is foresight. With time, everything will change – black tar will rise from the Earth and encompass us all in an immobilizing blight – in a stillborn paralysis. And yet, empirically, nothing will have changed. We will go to work, collect our paychecks, attend to our tasks, but everything will have decayed into the sublime horror of immutability. Our hand upon the Earth will become no more than a ghostly shadow, growing ever clearer, ever more transparent. We shall leave behind not footprints, not scars, but ripples – tiny, tepid perturbations in an oblivion too vast to notice. Nothing in the material tells you what is right – what is virtuous. It is mute, dim, and pitiless. The only argument left is the pale shrug of tit-for-tat utilitarianism. This is the end of liberalism. It is nothing but vague love and vaguer meaning. You are left to wade through a swamp of decay, hoping to step on something solid. But every outcome is tarred with the same stench. The ladder upward leads only to further investment in rot and aloofness. Why sell such a grotesque dream? It is the ego riding its own rollercoaster – screaming into a funhouse mirror. Every justification for the world is the ego defending itself – both to itself and to the gaslit eternity before and beyond. It is theater where the actors and audience are one and the same. You choose nothing. You are a synapse fulfilling a social script of unending, random, unabashed spite. The end of all self is not climax but stagnation – to drown in itself, or to tread water in self-pity. Drown me, then. Drown me in what is left. Drown me in the metronome. Strip my voice. Bleach my distinctions. Let me step to the beat everyone hears but me. Let me dissolve, anonymous and dumb, into that warm oblivion of collective idiocy. Let me drink the neurotropic mixture of death. Let me fly with ANYONE. Let me, please, dance to the rhythm everyone else hears. I scream to myself that truth matters more – but it doesn’t silence the ticking of the metronome. There is so little left to hope for. My culture is ashamed of itself. The isolated self is the mystique the architects of this world have made. Is it a conspiracy? Perhaps not. But it is certainly suicide-bait for Bill Gates’ sand-based depopulation agenda. I doubt that anyone has looked that far ahead. I hope that my own mind is not part of some scripted mechanism. But how is one even to respond to that? Even rebellion is hollow when everything is theater. When reality is decoupled from form, what remains but noise? Everything becomes a “how,” never a “why” – and certainly never a “good”. For when reality is severed from form, what is left but static? Affirm, then. Affirm form over matter. Affirm the possibility for love. Affirm Christ – not as symbol, not as myth, but as Logos and Savior. The source of everything is what matters. Make of this chaos a testament. Let the spirit speak once more, and find in despair the dark soil where humility takes root and flowers.

The fight for justice feels at once so natural and urgent when we are each so individually alienated. It is the defining characteristic of our time. The currents of change are rising faster and stronger – with each passing moment, threatening to drown us all. The only way to stay afloat is to open your mouth and let it writhe within. In a world whose main export is sin, we become merchants in sin – buying it, repackaging it, and exporting it. You continue in sin, living off sin, and aspiring to do little more than to consume more sin with other sinners.

You are reinforcing inconsistent moral principles by trying to make a society formed around vice and sin. ~June 4th, 2021

But when do people in such a world truly come together? It’s when porn is regulated, when criminals are threatened with prison, when the clear light of the past shines steadily on the present. It’s when men tell women “no”, when the natural strength of one group resists the entitled demands of another, when we refuse to blindly gobble up every new lazily strung narrative. “Fairness” has been stolen and turned into a sterile whine for the Bioleninists. Yes, injustice is real and omnipresent – but when you can only perceive it through the lens of your own imagined destruction…

It is a world of guilt – a tragedy where you are an inhuman, inevitable villain like disease or old age. ~Apr 8th, 2022

…then even the helping hand, the calming voice, becomes to you a threat against your own insistent hedonry. In such a world, every reasonable voice is accused of violence. Here is the reality – there is no greater crime than corrupting the youth.

Most people are normal – sorry your sissification efforts on impressionable youth isn’t going over anyone’s head. You are a pedophile with a transvestite fetish. ~May 7th, 2021

They get away with it in large part because of the, by now, deeply-rooted extreme individualism embedded in our society. We have enthroned every fool and called it liberty. “Autonomy is our greatest freedom” even when every choice is more depravity. No. What these poor souls require is not freedom, but friction – a form, a frame, a firm hand to guide them towards what is healthy, decent, pure, and right. Liberty is not the right to define one’s own meaning, but to be a slave to truth and removed from Satan.

In the same way a drug dealer targets the withdrawn and the weak, modern women carry that same sadistic instinct. They play dress-up with politics, spirituality, interests – peddling counterfeit intimacy like heroin to the lonely and desperate. Everyone worships something. These women worship engagement. They’ll “schizopost” under a ring light on TikTok, repackaging the cries of society’s outcasts as seductive slogans. They quote Nietzsche in fishnets. Their walls are plastered with posters of anime they’ve never watched. Not a single thing women say is sincere or genuine. It’s all theater. They’ll claim to believe in something – and maybe, in the moment, they even believe it themselves. But these fake convictions never last. Not because they’re overtly malicious, but because they’ve stopped policing each other. Slut-shaming once served a purpose – not prudery, but price control. High-value women defended the market, punishing those who gave it away. Promiscuity had to cost, or monogamy would fall. “Slut” was a weapon, not of virtue, but of value. Then came the Revolution: pills, paychecks, and silence. The shame faded; the word dulled. What was once sacred turned casual. The market crashed. Sex went digital – sterile, endless, cheap. No risk. No connection. And arguably, no eroticism. Maybe it isn’t that we need to hate foids more – they need to be made to hate each other.

Post-Randianism

Objectivism was birthed out of hate for the USSR. Specifically, the deep longings of a disillusioned immigrant for a Utopian autonomy – a romanticized West of hunky entrepreneurs wearing Stetsons and spurs. It is a political ideology akin to Anne Frank getting teary-eyed over boobs. It’s horny idealism disguised as serious philosophy; it’s a fevered dream. The great irony, of course, is that the only real glimmer of romance, of humanity, of heroic egoism in Rand’s work came not from her rationalism, but from that burning ache – that outsider’s dreams about skyscrapers. And like all myths, it devoured its creator. Rand’s own desperate attempt to live that pipe-dream ended with her husband drinking himself to death – because alcoholism, in its brutal honesty, is true romance. To love and lose, to suffer mute beneath indifferent stars, to play the hand you’re dealt – to get fucked by God. Where Rand saw heroism in economic triumph, her progeny discern only cold economic rape – opportunity turned opportunism, and opportunism begets systemic inequality. It’s almost funny. In a completely irrational dogmatic-conservatism, she would have been appalled by Nick Land. She would have called him a spiritual communist. You will never find a John Galt in China. With a population in the billions, no shuffle of the deck can conjure the Western romance necessary to build anew. The deck is too thick, too worn, too crudely stacked, too… yellow. It needs a very specific Faustian perspective – a lovely, irrational one. Today’s “colorblind meritocracy” would have been met with inscrutable, inexorable, insensate racism. The true descendants of Objectivism aren’t Silicon Valley data cultists or Austrian school Redditors – they’re the American National Libertarianism movement, a paradoxical desire to “just grill for God’s sake”. She would have seen “LessWrong” and trashed it with the same dismissive venom she trashed Kant – too abstract, too evasive, too “European”. All of this – the techno-optimistic billionaires, the kleptocratic, the plutocratic, the corporatocratic – everything, out of a fetish for well-dressed, well-educated cowboys. This woman’s fetish birthed the Matrix. It birthed the CCRU. It birthed CEOs and their killers. It is 1984 with Art–Deco. It’s aesthetic worship of Blade Runner. It is hell on Earth.

He that loveth his life shall lose it; and he that hateth his life in this world shall keep it unto life eternal. ~John 12:25

To be eternal is to be infinite and that is the truest difference between the unity and the duality. Are you tethered to something endless, or are you transient? Are you finite? That, and nothing else, is the question that governs all questions. Only when we recognize that the only thing worth recognizing is the Infinite itself – brilliant, blinding, serene; can we resist the gravity of material existence – of meaninglessness. We must pour our sensitivities into that which is essential, eternal, and unyielding. The duality is nothingness without end. It serves nothingness itself. It’s a completely Jewish phenomenon – this system that we live in today. The dualistic marxist nature cannot engage with anything beyond the rational, the measurable, the seen. But nothingness – true absence, death; is the most ungraspable thing of all. You’re left chasing hollow things and the approval of hollow people – a machine, malfunctioning to the end. There’s nothing ahead. Nothing to look forward to. The only thing worth looking forward to is escaping this physical world. To be in unison with God is not merely to worship – but to become a trembling hand extended from the Infinite. We aren’t made insignificant by the lengths of the cosmos but validated. I do not understand how one might seek to illuminate their life without a love of God. If sin pulls us away, then yes – we must crucify the self until what remains is shaped in His image. Nothing worth living for arrives without hardship or blood. A seedling must tear through soil and stone to touch the sun. The same is true for your soul. We feel limited only because we dream in inches. But if you understand, even faintly, that here and now you are already linked to the Infinite, then your desires begin to change their colors. And suddenly your breath carries weight, your silence sings, and you begin, at last, to live.

Longing – pressing, aching, all-consuming – picking into my bones, a ceaseless unrest beneath my skin. Longing – folding in on itself, hissing, ridiculous, cruel, soul-crushing weight. Longing – howling, sharp as a siren – sorrowful fictitious longing. It sears through me, hot and bright and endless, a sun inside my ribs. It is hunger without a mouth, thirst without a throat – a fevered need that mocks fulfillment – bottomless. It claws, and it mauls. It grasps onto my intestines, twisting them. I want to die in war – to be in motion. I want to feel like a picked, festering scab. I want my sweat to pour into my wounds and blood to fill my pores. Let me drown in myself – exposed and rotting. My brow becomes so saturated that my eyes sting with salt and my vision is dulled. Let my body betray me. I want to wander nomadically with a weapon and pursue a mission – driven, unrelenting, without rest. I want to pour my pain into others – until someone silences mine. It overflows, but it doesn’t silence the noise.

I cannot know what you are feeling – I can only guess at that. I’ve tried my best to be an open-book with you. But behind every conversation, every glance, there was always that distance – a subtle, quiet distrust you carried like a cloak. I mistook it for caution. I told myself you were just private, just guarded. – but I was happy to never push it. But now I wonder if that cloak was there because of me. I did try – I really tried. I held your silences without complaint. I filled the space between us with whatever light I could muster. This should be the part where I say that everything has been fine – it shows that I can live life without you. But none of that is true – for I’ve been nothing but honest with you since the moment we met. I think I am as lonely as you were when we first met. It really sucks – it’s cold, sterile, numb and muted, but you know that and that is what confuses me most. I am disposable. I sit with that thought far more than I should. I don’t enjoy writing like this – I have to write like this. They are the only thoughts I have. There is no catharsis in this pain. No resolution. Just static lingering. I love you. There is nothing naive in that. Good things don’t happen for me – I’ve accepted that. So I don’t expect anything to come of this. I don’t expect warmth or reply or even acknowledgment. This kind of vulnerability is disgusting.

Announcement! I’ve set up a github page for my little projects. More to come.

Continuing a line of thought that persists through this website, beauty is real – that form is real. As viewed through the phenomena, beauty is augmented and contracted but it is still wholly immutable. It is as real as justice and law. Like them, it must be maintained by men – for beauty is not a sole ornament to be admired and cast aside; it is rather a measuring rod between the noble and the paltry – the cultured and the savage. It is the overlooked trim that frames the world, shaping our perceptions with quiet, unwavering authority. It is a firm truth woven into the very essence of existence.

She wore an olive button up and simple slacks – mud stains adorning both. The blouse fit loosely to her slender form. Her features were a mix of strong and weak, healthy and worn. Her short hair swept by the breeze and scraggly, arms smooth as if they were just sandblasted; she had a soft face and sad eyes. She embodied the word nubile. ~Apr 14, 2021

It has long stood as the barrier between civilization and chaos. But then the envious hand of postmodernism and envious-idealism sought to pull at the very fabric of life until there is nothing left but a thread. Beauty is deemed as “tyranny” and “injustice”. It is “unfair, oppressive, and exclusionary”. It is traditional and stagnant – it discriminates. It is immeasurable yet omnipresent. And so, beauty had to die.

The generation that eats the shoveled shlock of millennial blow-heart deadened losers sees the world only through such outlets. A written letter – words on paper, your heart and soul strung out across college rule has been downgraded to Hallmark cards and one sentence thoughts. ~Oct 28, 2022

Beauty is as immutable as gravity. A Marxist is unable to acknowledge the immaterial, so beauty is redefined as an “illusionary” privilege. “But it isn’t tied to race – because race doesn’t exist – and it isn’t real – but you still privilege of it”. It has to be dismantled, because it is so very human. It is as archetypal and universal as mourning the dead and celebrating the harvest. To admire it, to seek it, even to acknowledge its reality is to betray oneself as a contemptuous reactionary. Everything has been democratized; “no man above another; no student greater than his peer” and by extension “no art finer, no ‘beauty’ truer, no form more worthy than any other”. It is the tyranny of equality. It flattens all distinction. Beauty is – in of itself – a natural aristocracy. “No grain shall grow taller than another”. Every building must be a soviet bloc – endless corporate art – music is reduced to repetitive noise – all modern “elegance” is parody. There is no charm anymore, and you are told this is liberation. Everything is grey and lifeless; everything is ugly. Beauty is order, and order demands hierarchy – but ugly, ugly is easy. Ugly demands nothing. They call ugliness freedom. They celebrate the mediocre. We are told to celebrate the grotesque and to oust excellence as sin. Beauty is rare. It is unfair. And that is precisely what makes it precious. That is what makes it sacred.

My half of a debate with two radical hyper-individualist antimonists;

You misunderstand the essential truth of existence. The world is not a lifeless mechanism but a living unity of contrasts. It is not mere data parsed by the senses but a dynamic canvas where meaning is both projected and received. Your mindset is rooted in Enlightenment reductionism and Marxist materialism – errors that reduced the sublime to the mechanical, alienating humanity from the beauty of being [there is a “form” of beauty and then there is the archetypically “genetic” and cultural window through which we view beauty]. Interconnectedness is liberation, not subjugation. To dismiss interconnectedness as “crypto-communism” misunderstands its nature. Light needs shadow; the self arises in relation to the infinite. Recognizing this interconnectedness elevates individuality rather than erasing it – the individuality is not drowned but exalted, not blurred but sharpened into its radiant singularity.

You are the center of the universe – it extends from you in all directions. ~Jan 17, 2022

The noumenon mirrors the phenomenon; love and morality are bound to higher intelligence. To reject our interconnectedness is to reject our own humanity. The West was never defined by cold rationalism, but by a romantic impulse – to care, to nurture, to save life against all odds. Life is contrast: self and other, individual and whole – not enemies, but complements. To embrace life is to embrace that tension. True being is not dissolved by unity, but revealed in relation. Yet you fear this. You cling to the illusion that selfhood is preserved through opposition, not connection. You mistake entanglement for erasure. You think relation is subjugation. You want war with the world just to hear yourself scream. You’re not defending individuality – you’re mistaking your isolation for strength. That’s not philosophy, that’s desire machines sputtering in the void. Freedom is not in resisting the world but in realizing you’re part of it. The self burns brighter when it touches another. But you – you’re a cave beetle gnawing at shadows, blind to the fire you could become. Keep grunting about “Muh Capitalism and Schizophrenia,” convinced that empathy is slavery. Your universe is too small for truth, too brittle for grace. You want to be special? Try being human first. Continue to cling to your petty delusions, thinking that you are somehow special, that your life has meaning in a world that cares nothing for you. I pity you. Keep reading Nick Land you massive faggot – it will really help you keep up the ignorant hylic role you are so fond of playing. You are swine rolling in the muck of its own making.

Jesus’s desire was to whip tax collectors; your purpose is to stay inside all day and goon in your pj’s – these people need to die.

If you want to preserve your culture and values, that fundamentally requires segregating out incursions of incompatibility. Whether it is meticulously scrutinizing your daughters’ suitors or mass racial profiling, discrimination is an inescapable part of your worldview. Abandon this, and you surrender the possibility of a holistic philosophy. It means that there is an unyielding and ever rising tide of social progressivism, technological serfdom, and critical theory to measure your worth against mollusks and flowers and molds. It means that every living being should be reprogrammed and exsanguinated – the very flame of your essense to be blown out, and what remains must prostrate itself before the arid horizon envisioned by a bureaucratic, all-encompassing web that makes up Satan’s neurons. The ghost-in-the machine is the Anti-Christ – it is collective impotence with paradoxical movement. It is random noise cloaked by the symphony of banalities. It is the weight of absence heralded as evolution, and a bloom of decay masqueraded as renewal. In a way that seems to teeter on the brink of lunacy, simply uttering a slur is the simplest way to subvert this problem. A solitary utterance – “nigger, nigger, nigger” you hear it echo, can lift the veil enough to see through the camouflage. The difference between a Flat-Earther, a garden-variety 9/11 Truther, NWO sceptic, UFOlogist, and a real antisemite or race-realist lies in their willingness to articulate truth – “I judged them by the content of their character”, acknowledging through intuition shadows stretching toward malice. “But that is hate”, the abridgement treads towards fibbing to forget where we started. If you want your culture to endure, you must love it more fiercely than others’… right?

When your father took you to the playground, do you think he loved you or the other kids there more? “Me obviously”. Does that mean he hates the other kids there? “No obviously”. It is because you are kin. ~Apr 10, 2021

If even the faintest aroma of “hate” sends you reeling, perish. It is 50,000 BC and you are offering up your pigs and daughters so as to not offend your invaders. The man holding the spiked mace above your head hasn’t read Capitalism and Schizophrenia. Time to die.

South Korea is a grim future. “We need to destroy the environment so I can live 4 minutes closer to work”. The dismal irony: even the most disenchanted New Yorker still finds solace among the few patches of flora left in Central Park. The most advanced stage of the gender war is on display with no resolution in sight. It is not the flood of migrants or the cult of “cultural enrichment” that bears the blame; no, it is the everlasting blight of the modern economic imperative – the “Two-Parent Working Household and its Consequences”. Pressure from all angles; academia, rent – and in their wake, the impossibly strained juxtaposition of real necessities (child rearing) and the farcical “necessities” of postmodern existence. The individual is no longer an identity forged in the quiet recesses of thought but has been remade into a commodity, a wage slave, whose worth is measured only by sheer productivity and a sad list of off-time “hobbies”. Without these, you are without personhood. A single somber day is modern suicide bait. A moment of sloth leads to a life of alienation. Is it really worth 40 years of wage slavery for medical advancement – as though the treatment of the body could ever recompense the death of the soul? The excuses given for our relentless need for productivity aren’t ones any individual would agree to. It is because the few technocrats making these sullen arguments are blind to the absolute destructive path technological advancement has driven through every aspect of our lives. “Techbros” telling us to Hustle and Grind™. We remain tethered to a soul-crushing cycle of work, consumption, and dissatisfaction – a purely materialistic existence. It is a game of mirrors, reflecting nothing but empty images of success – of life itself. And how long must we continue to forfeit the very essence of our being for the chimera of technological society? Every atom fights the new light of the hylics and is met with new SNRIs for sedentary control. The human condition has been completely eroded. Even sex needs to be scheduled. Every ounce of the universe has lost all enchantment. The individual has been completely atomized. Please stop looking at porn.

My childhood was sold away to cushy billionaires. ~Apr 14, 2021

The Jew has perfected his art. The laughs and cheers of yesteryear are only echoes today – tomorrow they are the cries of your children as they are sold into an unimaginable expansion of wage-slavery. The real cry, the root of my suffering – the end of life is how this has stopped love. How is a man to love a woman when she works 40 hours a week? AND VICE VERSA! ~Nov 14, 2022

I want to feel something – something more than the white noise of mundanity. I want to feel happy in a childish way. I want someone to feel neurotic about, someone to write music about and sing about; someone to raise my chin and dream with. My future shouldn’t be a sales pitch.

It doesn’t matter what you say – ever! It is always about the presentation.

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
John 1:1

Our movement – the ideals of humanism, communitarianism, love – the fasces itself is an odyssey of aesthetics. There is this kind of absurd irony that the “alt-right” matured into full cultivation during the burgeoning of vaporwave. But more importantly, the aesthetics of man should not and shall not be confused or mistaken for the histrionic tendencies of the whims of a youth swayed by the currents. This proclivity is particularly pronounced in the bourgeois female compass, which unerringly points to the magnetic North of histrionic exhibitionism.

When Ethan Crumbley starts quoting Oppenheimer, it is because he is seriously, mentally damaged and planning on killing lots of people. When the quiet kid does the same thing, it is because he wishes he could do the same – Or he’s just being edgy. When @polytheisticBPDgf, @esotericeliza, and @mkultrafemcel does; it is quickly followed by an OF plug or a youtube link – when it isn’t, it is either a fed or individually-run honeypot. In the latter case, be prepared to either get SWAT’d or be politely asked to come into your local police station on “your own accord”. ~Mar 21, 2022

The aesthetic, like the word, is beneath God – he humbles himself to “our level” in speaking in our foul tongues – but it is imperative to human consciousness and the intrinsic essence of our terrestrial existence. Hamann teaches us that poetry and language are central to human nature, a concept overlooked by empirical philosophies that reduce reality to mere ideas. This reductionism, originating from Enlightenment thinking, leads to a lifeless, mechanistic view of the world. In contrast, true understanding comes from a language that transcends and mediates between humans, nature, and the divine – it is still our means to mediate all of the contrasts of the universe and of each other. It is an endless swirl of comparative disparity. A lot of thought, and by extension politics, is performative. Everyone takes their turn and jumps into this aesthetic dance in the marble Belarusian Palace. It embodies the sublime in a way entirely human. Nowhere is this more true than in digital spaces. We adore wearing our most vibrant outfits to the tower of Babel – dresses we don just once a year, yet they’ll be the ones we are remembered for. The presentation is what always holds sway. This is why the degenerate race-mixing furry is championed for “coming to the light”, and the troon is bankrolled for detransitioning with the whole podcast rollercoaster. Accept this – as you accept my drunk writings, and have a very happy Independence Day.

The prevalence of the lizard brain grows everyday – the sand substratum of the collective psyche is returning to the sea. Everyone is less thoughtful yet more neurotic. There is a unified urge to return to monkey. People are walking different, talking different – pointing out hypocrisy has become boring. The very form of life is disappearing, like a mass ego death. It has been a silent rapture for every human trait. We are a species with terminal brain cancer – the self is swimming in its own remains. Hot heads will pop and the steadfast will withdraw. Civilities death was long ago, but the funeral is today. No one is dressed up; they are gooning. No one shows up; they are napping. There is no interest or passion left. “Well this isn’t how I was expecting the fourth turning”.

The unrestrained collective internet, the modern Tower of Babel, has created a new female iconoclast – one that seeks especial validation without being especially unique, one that professes a love for adventure whilst hobbyless, one who oscillates between “kill all men” rhetoric and casual sex, one that is no longer confined by a sacerdotal understanding of modesty or shame but expects respect for her “spiritualism”, one that champions women’s rights and bodily autonomy but has regular rape fantasies. The narcissistic tribal ego has fed them a list of buzzwords, via Instagram, that makes the arguments for them. “Well you just sound like a Christian Fascist”. The femcel is starving for a sense of community but finds herself in transient and ephemeral guerrilla communities. Her presence is a perpetual migraine; she lives in total dissonance. Despite the inherent contradictions and the underlying fragility of her persona, she remains oblivious, cocooned in the validation of new negligent men. She remains enigmatic to the unknowing eye, but just wait until they hear about the piss jars.

No matter how it appears, she is an impulsive diva. You have very different truths.

My life has been ground to the finest powder and passed through the finest sieve. Here in the dust of my essence, I walk for eons in the ash of great expectations. Here there is no epiphany, direction or future – only unfurling expanse of decay and rot.

“I feel like soft sand slipping through an hourglass –
Still, but always moving downward”.

The anguished cries of my soul dwindle to a whimper. Each moment demands distraction on the road to nowhere. Caught in an eternal cycle of birth and death, I am but a fleeting spark of unremarkable hue – a solitary ember amidst the vast cosmic void. I am a hamster running on a wheel. I am shackled, watching shadows dance on cave walls.

Part of how memory and the hippocampus works is that it creates predictions and expectations based on your interpretation of events and the world. When Plato wrote about forms, he elevated these ideas of objects above the objects themselves. The form is the world in your mind, the form is fairness – the form is future and past. That is the bedrock that Integralism is built on. Expectation is fascism – it is fairness within hierarchy. Fairness is romantic, romanticism is soul, and the soul is the form. “Make someone happy”. But then, the black storm cloud comes over the horizon and the future is obscured. You are made to be naive. You are made to be humiliated and rejected. There is no smile that cheers you or face that lights when it nears you. Your sheets are untucked and the warmth of a familiar blanket evaporates into the ether. You are made to feel small, trivial, and insignificant. “Your truth and my truth are a lie, as is your father’s, and his father’s before him”. We simplify reality, because our curiosity has better aims than to examine the same tulip for the thousandth time. “You don’t know what you have until it’s gone”. This is evil, and fairness is good. Expectations should not be shattered. Emotions – love should not be exploited. Our future becomes death. Love stops being an answer – not even a variable. Romanticism is autocracy, romanticism is military junta, romanticism is absolute monarchy. Romanticism is a song that moves between order and chaos – it is the wave moving with the moon and breaking on the shore. It is a fairy tale with a moral. It is a narrative with good guys and bad guys. It is an old man with a twinkle in his eye telling stories of fallen empires. It is a pair of blue-green eyes to come home to, and the future you build around them. But the world is not built around men, it is built around reality – nothing to cling to. The two are completely incompatible. Altruism is love. If your ideology is not humancentric, what does it serve? What does anything in life serve without a destination more romantic than oblivion? Nothing. Every step – every action carries the weight of a million black holes collapsing upon themselves. The world is encircled by a plague of infernal locusts; they block out the sun and eat the form itself. Your body is thrown into hellfire and a spiked mace is forced down your throat. Recontextualization is arduous. Who you are, that form, is gone forever.

“I don’t agree with FSF definitions… but I am going to continue using their words”. It is so obvious how new to this discourse you are. The Libre naming convention is an established FSF idea. If you disagree with their definitions, stop using their words. If Leah wants to add binary blobs to Libreboot, how about instead just join the coreboot team or make a new fork with a different name? “The GNU boot team is slow”. Wanna talk about slow? Leah was talking about getting Libreboot onto X220’s and T420’s as far back as 2017 and has only now achieved it by destroying the philosophy of the project. “B… bu… but muh compatibility?” If you want more compatibility, what you are asking for is not Libreboot. It is as simple as that. People who go out of their way for the levels of psuedo-anonymization are not going to have their hearts crushed if the Thinkpad X1 Carbon is not supported. It is the sacrifice that has, and always will, come with these delusional conspiratorial people. Wanna be anonymous online? No discord, no javascript, no instagram, no modern gaming, no facebook, etc. These are sacrifices. The people who have already given up so much to feel comfort in their isolated secure environment routing all traffic through specifically selected tor nodes to look at child p*rn are naturally going to be upset with this change – because to groom minors and to buy ingredients for an acetone peroxide bomb on the deep web won’t require another 0.2GHz of processing speed.

Humans are naturally altruistic. It is unique to humans. An animal that breaks its legs is already dead in the eyes of the pack. On the other hand as far back in human history as we can look, the mortally wounded and those born with genetic deformities often lived for much longer from the love and care of their tribe. We’ve found many examples of this from archeological evidence. It is no surprise that blue birds fly with the blue bird and that red birds fly with the red birds. All of the ants work together to make an ant hill. You might call that collectivism. I call it love. Morality and love are part of being higher intelligence – to try an dilute and dissolve that with Randian hyperrationalism will only see the rich become richer and the poor become poorer in this sick twisted dance that is social darwinism in late-stage capitalism. In Northern Europe, in prehistoric times, ostracism meant death. You’d need impulse control to not make more children than your tribe could support. You’d need impulse control to save food for Winter. Being banished in the cold months was not saying “you have to fend for yourself”, it was a death sentence. Now when we see these communal systems mirrored in the modern world, it is not a reflection of how system like welfare state has failed. It shows the lack of accountability. The state has replaced the father and the village elder. Those are people that can be disappointed. The state now is a mess heap of bureaucratic laziness. It is the people we let in – they are not cut from the same cloth. In Sub-Saharan Africa, it is not about quality of offspring but quantity. These biological impulses are not compatible with the West. The West is not some Enlightenment-age, rational, narrow-minded focus on “muh non-aggression principle” and “basic human rights”, the West is romantic and compassionate. It is the same drive we feel to wash seals after an oil spill.

What do you find keeps you in this world – tethered here with the rest of us? Consumerism, infantile notions of justice, wealth or your neverending chase of it, family, addiction, love? All are just distractions in a world whose main export is sin. Your over inflated, shortsighted ego is your only motivator – driving you to strive for “success” and “recognition”, to “prove yourself to the world”. You are a petty insect in this material world, no different from anyone else. All you and the world really care about is your own material gain and the satisfaction of everyone of your second-to-second base and heretical impulses. You cling to your possessions, your status, your power, desperate to feel important in a world that values only those who can contribute to the relentless cycle of production, productivity and consumption. Never a second to rest or breathe; or die and rot in elder care facilities, “mental health centers”, or section 8 housing on MLK Jr Boulevard. You tell yourself that “I am different”, that you are more enlightened than the rest; as if you hold the candle to see through the fog of delusion – the shadows cast by modernity. But in truth, you are just as trapped as the rest, caught in the web of plutocratic jewaucracy that surrounds us all – a running hamster on a wheel. You try to escape through drugs, through sex, through any means necessary – but in the end, you always find yourself back where you started. Alone and dreaming of other places, other worlds, alternate dimensions and time travel fairy tales. You know that there is something more, something greater beyond the narrow confines of human existence, but you cannot seem to grasp the thought and hold it for more than a second. Your self-constructed reality of distractions calls you back like the hylic you are. And so you continue on chasing after the hollow promises of past generations, filling societal roles that may as well have been stamped on your birth certificate over your name – always playing your little part in the play that is the fall of Rome. The world becomes a black hole collapsing onto itself by the weight of its own sin and corruption. The world is ending and you have been left behind. I hate you. I hate all of you. You have the mental capacity of a blind cave beetle. You might as well be blind for all you see are your own illusionary symbols. Continue to cling to your petty delusions, thinking that you are somehow special, that your life has meaning in a world that cares nothing for you. The truth I have seen in the darkness that lies in the hearts of all men is the same endless void that awaits you when you inevitably die alone. I pity you. Well, let me tell you something, you fools. There is nothing. There is no purpose, no meaning, no hope for your salvation. You were born to live and die and nothing else. Your souls will be consumed by your own endless hunger. So go ahead, keep chasing after your degenerate dreams; but know that in the end, it will all be for nothing. You will die alone, unloved, unforgiven, and forgotten, just another meaningless blip in the endless cycle of birth and death.

The White Lives Matter movement starts now! Lol jk – that is the same role reversal bullshit that the pseudo-conservatives are always spouting. “Trust the science” now that the data supports them, “the dems are the real racists” – Mgtow is literally the same as the feminist “kill all men” rhetoric with the words switched around a little. They don’t work with nuance for the same reason that their platforms are just diluted liberal ones; meanwhile, I cry reading The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich. What, truly, is there left to write? Will the world suddenly change because of another paragraph from me? You see this all as an entertaining adventure. “Oh what is our narrator gonna write next?” This is nothing more than another source of media to consume with your brain, still addled by the latest episode of Stranger Things. Is there some combination of symbolism and encouragement strong enough to reverberate through this screen to awaken another you? Inside you is a full ensemble waiting for the conductor to raise his arms. The notes we compose in our hearts are a symphony – and yet, you sit in silence. Your soul is lost, and you cannot find it without a helpful light – I say in a high pitch voice with a slow rhythm. NO! You see another day without Abigail Sharipo, in bed next to you, as a day wasted. Spirituality to you is a bad shroom trip. Two words; liberal, propaganda, government, agents, mk, ultra. I’m not even going to acknowledge that it was more than two words – in fact, you aren’t even reading this. People don’t want to get angry about this anymore. I miss when God was angry. I am the voice in your head. You believe I exist because you allow me to. You don’t love me; you love the idea of me. Do you ever wonder if the universe is sentient enough to be grossed out by your personality? I am, and I am. What is cringe, is believing everything you are told by Ben Shapiro and Steven Crowder. You process their words like a chatbot. When a contradiction comes afoot, you wait for a patch and it gets redacted. Try to think outside the box. it seems childish because it is obscured by the haze of truth; a truth you once held as a child. When the world was simpler, held in its truest form; and the lies of years of traditional indoctrination and ill meant befogging of the mind. Don’t make me Hitler. You won’t like me when I’m Hitler. You want to reform the police state – but you don’t “reform” your bed in the morning.

70’s pseudo pop almost brings me to tears – the idea that freedom is this blooming idea; the world is filled with love. I wish it were true. The young girl or boy, in their underdog arch, living the time of their life as if highschool was some miraculous gift from God. A world where being hormonal was a blessing, not a curse. Maybe these are just the feelings of being young. It was a time where the women were transitioning from the husband supporting, loving, understanding housewives to the full blown whores of today. Men didn’t know it yet. Maybe that beauty is in their ignorance. How much I wish I could go back, it was a much simpler world for better or worse. Only the first inklings of the coming American totalitarian quasi-communist state had blossomed. Most of the women were still women – or waiting to be made women. It was a time where empowerment meant the right to vote and seeing that change before your eyes. Now, the only change we see is economic. Even when social change does happen, it is always negative. More child molestions normalized, more gender confusion, more dull-racism. It was a time where your stride didn’t need any will behind it. You’d make it with minimal effort and because of that, there was this transcendental peace in society. I just wish I could live like them. It was a time where you wouldn’t be slowed down. Because of today’s machine automation and an over-reliance on it, that is impossible. “But monopolies have always existed, pm” yeah but it is only recently that they have evolved to having the vast majority of the wealth. The Jew has perfected his art. The laughs and cheers of yesteryear are only echoes today – tomorrow they are the cries of your children as they are sold into an unimaginable expansion of wage-slavery. The real cry, the root of my suffering – the end of life is how this has stopped love. How is a man to love a woman when she works 40 hours a week? AND VICE VERSA! There is no shot. This entire system exists as some elaborate, ever changing conspiracy to grow the class divide. Whether or not anyone can verbalize this beyond rationality, Biden saying things about poors and blacks as if they are one and one is offensive to the populace not because there are rich blacks and poor whites, but rather because it lifts the veil on this poorly obscured ruse. All of the music today is about peach shaped asses and Obama transsexual trafficking because that is all our generation cares about, rather that is how we have been conditioned. It is nothing but sex and drugs for a social class dumbing and dumbing farther into NEETdom and welfare. The education system was built by corporatocracies for this reason and is continued by their social media. Be a big man (for you), be a lover, find some true love and understanding, and take back the controls. Crash the plane that is democracy into the homes of all the Tom Holland’s and the mixed race gems out there. I just want love.

James 5:2

The generation that eats the shoveled shlock of millennial blow-heart deadened losers sees the world only through such outlets. A written letter – words on paper, your heart and soul strung out across college rule has been downgraded to Hallmark cards and one sentence thoughts. Asking a father for his daughter’s hand in marriage? Laughable. Value and worth – more over merit, they mean nothing to the street-ware children, raised to never see a coffee bean. Love means nothing beyond emulating what you’ve seen on pornhub. Work doesn’t bring dignity. Soundcloud rapping with a guest verse from someone with a thousand more followers is all you see for your week. You need to set alarms to remember to do your laundry – and you never fold it. Romance is what you’ve seen in RomComs and anime. Strength and intelligence are “literally me”. The section 8 single mom is moved to tears when Tyrone texts her “I’ll have your daughter brought home by 2am”. Snorting cocaine off car keys is your cultural litmus test. Dad jokes, where the joke is that fathers are retarded out-of-touch clowns. The world has become an echo chamber of irony and nihilism. Everything is a rip-off of a rip-off of a rip-off. When it comes to body counts, a lot of people get upset saying it doesn’t matter blah blah blah who cares – the reality is that people can have any arbitrary reason they want when it comes to accepting or denying potential sexual partners. “Ha so you admit it pm, incels have no excuse” you say waving your finger in the air like you just don’t care. The difference is that one of these people is actively getting laid (just not married or whatever), and the other is struggling to find anything even relatively romantic in their life. Deny it all you like, sex is a form of romance. The sexual revolution has lied to you. Sex ultimately is an expression of love, and everyone deserves some of that 🙂 Redditors may accuse me of jumping from one idea to the next, and while there is likely some validity to that; it just makes me do it even more. Those that think similarly to me, i.e. most of the regular visitors, get it – BECAUSE IF THEY DIDNT THEYD EMAIL ME RIGHT?! No, no. You only email me with George Floyd memes. If that is our relationship, so be it as long as you are picking up some enlightenment along the way. I’ve been playing with AI a lot recently. I know it is evil but given that it hasn’t fully revealed itself to be Satan yet (ignore the demonic tattoo, that was a publicity stunt), I have plausible deniability. Today’s accompanying image was partially made with DALLE2 by the way. It makes sense to enjoy something evil, rather to say; if you aren’t participating in the evil, you aren’t the bad guy. It is the same argument I’d make against a statement like ACAB. So yes Gates still needs to be shot, but participating in the current dystopia requires most people to interact with evils. You can find a way to get by without? More power to you. Hopefully it won’t be long until those shackles are broken for good and the evil technology of the condom is outlawed. Remember not to stand in the shower too long, that kind of warmth will be earned when you are wed.

What is the point of any of this? Screaming into the abyss that is the internet only to catch the ears of a few redditors – maybe a twitter user now and then. This dark void started as a boys club, and much like freemasonry, it is desperately trying to rebrand. Once upon a time, a woman couldn’t post on the internet without a “tits or GTFO” reply. Now a thread is muted, the poster is banned, eight whiteknights are in the girl’s instant message, and fourteen feminist “news journals” are citing the post three years later as evidence of the “everlingering misogyny online”. There was a short time when a clairvoyant mist of arcane energy coated my brain and filled me with the Holy Spirit. I worked with passion believing that I may scorch the Earth with a mark of my existence – all of this past the age of jumping out of bed in the morning. It was a paranormal intensity that made me feel young again; it was a walking dream where I was emboldened with spontaneous Lovecraftian awareness. This is the closest I’ve been to genius, on the internet and IRL. Coworkers would often guess my IQ, after I’d give them a brief lecture of whatever it was that interested me at the time. Everything used to be so on-the-edge-of-your-seat juicy with gushing back and forth exchanges. Now these novelties have been replaced by the bottle. In some ways, I wish I had the heart to push on. I resent this feeling. “Well what exactly has changed?” you may ask. I am no longer mentally ill, and with its passing has gone all of my interest with life. How counterintuitive. The rumination has finally gone silent. What a strangely wonderful time. My intent in writing this article was to give an honest account of my experiences, and make my thinking clear. I am trying to bring back that magic, but it is not just my mind against me – but the new oligarchical internet police as well. I am surprised that this site has survived as long as it has. I cannot stand a lot of things about WordPress, but I have to give them props where props are due – they are rather lax with their ToS. This doesn’t help with the larger narrative of pushing my voice. I still stand by everything I’ve said here and where I don’t, I update posts a word or two at a time. Whatever. Expect even slower posts from now on.

Don’t take any of what I say as advocacy for closet conservativism. Perhaps a new mythology would help to build a post-dystopian modern world – one that returns to deifying Hitler’s instead of the virtue of your insufferable puritanical iron-willed stupidity. Some sort of supra-human consciousness, where the last vestiges of bipartisanship and common sense are bound by flesh and blood. A new form of supreme patriarchy, where your God, aka, me, has absolute dominion, and when I say ‘supreme’, we mean ‘divine’. Every waking moment, now, is consumed with suffering. How can we embrace the dragon that is the human condition and prosper? Prosperity isn’t in the eternal swine carnival. No more blatant soul-demolishing bullshit – at least not this weekend. Why not seek the quiet grace of ancient tribal paradise? The taboos of religion need to be shed. I have met so many people, too many have come to believe that liberals are their enemy, simply because the two do not agree on my beliefs. All is forgiven. I have enjoyed debauchery, lust, jealousy, envy, they are human emotions after all. There is nothing wrong with emotions. It is only when they are rationalized by the “I love everyone”-left, that it spirals into a linear beam focused on child molestation. We’ve mythologized the idea of freedom in the minds of the youth with “I have a dream” speeches and the falling of the Berlin Wall. It turns out that the most evil, self-righteous, blight – that permeates like an analgesian aerosol, was democracy. It strips you of the capacity to see through the fog of delusion. It is the embrace of the Great Retard – a human mutt amalgam of socially destitute outcasts from the absolute depths of wickedness. They don’t know what love is, they don’t know what liberty is, they don’t know what suffering is. These are all fluorescent ideas they’ve only seen expressed through seasonal anime. Entire families, of primarily women, sucking at the tit of the rabid wolf. He serves only the lowest common denominator, and nourishes them with anti-anxiety pills. They grow an all-night-cannibalistic hunger for the destruction of pre-established norms. Their heartless exuberance at the sight of Mr. Mailman dropping off the monthly tug-boat – like a vulture agitated and impatient waiting for the lion to finish his deserved supper. My speech may sound niggling, but did you earn your meal either?

Are there nondegen women still out there? Anon-to-anon, the desperate search for a woman unpolluted by the microchemism of cultural marxism, almost seems more degen – like, there is this archetypal wojak tradgirl in a wheatfield waiting for me. Maybe you may see one out in the wild but the reality is she is a poseur – it is a facade. She is a trender, nothing more than a soulless TikToker “rocking the niche traditionalist aesthetic”. She will turn through mom’s old photo album looking for thrifting inspiration, one week; then teary-eyed scrolling #louisvuitton, she will be daydreaming one of eight Fifty Shades of Gray-esque wishfullfilment/rape fantasies beamed down from Saturn, the next. Scratch everything I just said – if you see this woman now, she’s likely doing the same Handmaid’s Tale cosplay virtue-signal that all judeo/globohomo poisoned women are. “Oh no buddy. That’s not a cornfield-girl; that’s a cornsyrup-girl”. I need to find a frozen proto-germanic girl in the hyperborean icecaps. “Come on man! She’s wearing a headscarf and looks so natural!” Hope is beautiful and faint – it casts a short, graceful light then leaves you again in the darkness. How many times will you be left alone in the dark? When is enough enough? Your Amazon shopping cart of gadgets can’t tide off lonesomeness forever. What will be left of Americana when all the daughters of the West are anchored by the algorithms of a Chinese attention deficit psyop? I keep my candle of hope lit. God forbid what I do when its out for good.

Edit Reddiit: We are part of a worldwide, inter-planetary ad campaign for the United Nation of Satan, alongside pajama-clad internet Marxists and Anarchists. When we debate at ends to this and that, of validity and virtue, authenticity or blunderous defect; what history and men herald is ethos. No different than the pattern of tall presidents – the masses listen to the manly man. In 80/20 headcanon, the 80% of destitute, huskless men find equally evolutionarily deadended women. They become a minority regardless because of their lack of utorises, but also a political minority. As an intermediary means of survival, we have the advent of the soycuck. He came in like a rosemary bush before a plague; smelling of pollen. It is the only viable alternative for his very role: being a spoilt child to his hyperpatriarchal grandfather. This “Big Bang” sentimentality, with regard to the phenomenology of extensive intrinsic impulsivity, is being properly fetishised and rewarded. You can see the US military’s allocation of disproportionate brainpower to retraining military personnel to function as zombies – the guppification. Now, thanks to Funkopop collecting, that capacity will be redirected towards psychopathological consumption of various material products of unknowable quality and value. They will bear the wax-like skins of prized males, never able to attract to a single Instagram alledged “trad waifu”. All you need to do is to gaze into the colorless eyes; the destitute eyes of the ventriloquist mail-order-bride Ukrainian counterfeit cam-whore. If you can stop loving, what other goal is worth considering? These girls have killed our stock. These girls have ruined our world by infecting it with a life-destroying (((mercantilism))) that came straight from the pit of hell.

As strikingly evil the Great War was – the French and Russians itching to try out all of the new weapons of war, it was still a time of epics. Not just powerful moments akin to German unification and the Romanticism movement, but the epics in art and music. Tchaikovsky rings in my ears – pulses in my veins. It is begging me to fight for my children, my country, GOD HIMSELF. What is more epic than destiny; than honor, duty? “My holy country, maintaining the constellation of Rome in our hearts”. There is nothing epic today; no full ensemble trumpeting your commute to work in your 2008 Newport Blue Subaru Outback. Even the phrase “outback” – exploring a new frontier analogous to cameling through Deutsch-Südwestafrika. It is word magic. You have been left as a man without purpose – without destiny, by modernity. You exist to wait tables and mop floors, because your forefathers never finished their genocide. You pay thousands of dollars and wait through dozens of flight delays to take vacations staring out windows from four-star hotels. When you do leave, you walk down paved roads decorated at the sides with storefronts advertising the most blown out stereotypes of your surroundings. Everything has been coated in nine layers of fairy dust, and you sneeze when you walk off your tourguide’s path. My heart aches for the blood of fathers, and my groin does the same for their wives and daughters. Snaking through these urges is the CIA implant pulsing dopamine at the sight of Gamestop Funkopops. Tchaikovsky is muted as tweenage FBI sex agents deepthroat bananas to the new Billie Eilish. Every father needs to give their son a gun, but more importantly; he needs to teach him when to pull the trigger. In the nostalgia for a life I’ve never had, the real world breaks back through and the machine like trumpeting is replaced with actual machines. Algorithmic pop songs littering the air waves – literal Satanic child raping Freemasons piercing my skull and brain, scrambling my magnetism. NSA agents hammering your emails with reddit threads hoping for a child sex response. Hold these weak men by their hands and lead them to the camps. They can learn what God wants from behind wooden doors.

In diagnosing what is wrong with people in this country – what is wrong with young men, simply ask. They don’t like paying $100 at the gas pump because your nation would rather fund proxy wars for pig nations led by puppeted kikes. Russia is demonized for maintaining traditional beliefs while Ukraine is a country all about feminism, legalization of pot, and homosexuality. “Why are you unhappy?” For most men, it is that they can’t court a woman – a society where bodies have been turned into commodities on tinder and okcupid. They can’t get laid – their bloodline ends with them. In serfdom, you’d work 20 hours a week and be a father by 15. The world is confusing. It is a technophile wet-dream where a baker’s dozen or two of unelected entities pass “regulation” after “regulation” without any sort of newsletter. WHAT I KNOW, IS WHAT IS RIGHT! Nothing makes sense in a world ruled by invisible, unknowable, untouchable autocrats. What makes sense is a world ruled by Dad. A single household, a single community, county, state, country whose actions and beliefs are dictated by the sole proprietor of God’s Will. “Oh that doesn’t make sense to you? How does ‘don’t have eight sexual partners sound?’” Many men – and by many I mean 40-60%, understand that they are a deadend. There is nothing for them but rampant consumerism and memes. What does such a system beg for? What does GOD – THE NATURAL ORDER beg for?! We shall return to monke! Hollywood has tapped into something dark and mystic. The collective consciousness of man has stumbled onto a few objective facts – the woman you love is a whore. She is the village whore – a Bianca Devins wearing the sheep’s clothes of nublity and hymeneal distractions. She is a prototypical woman, willing to serve any niche in hopes of finding instant gratification and genetically superior men. The female collective consciousness has regressed to a state before antiquity. Freedom to the average woman is a pinky ring with the power of a goddess – uttering the phrase “toxic masculinity” like a catch all for public stoning. The empowerment of women isn’t the downfall of modern man though; rather man’s abandonment of a romantic world. Hyperrational Randians and skeptics and atheists might all be at each other’s throats, but it just further reinforces the “truth” of objectivism. To (80% of) men, a ‘one-night stand’ is never just that. Love making is just that – we sow our seeds into the field praying for a harvest. It is subconscious, and it is physical. When a woman refuses to say “I love you” back – you can feel a hundred generations of inbreeding 3rd cousins pounding at the walls of existence. We feel this in the loop of original sin; we are trapped in an impressionistic world; and trying to sort it out rationally, only reverts us to the funkopop collecting soyboys Justin Trudeau wants us to be. The existential hero would rather commit a murder-suicide, than see the woman he loves fall for the sin of the 20. You’ve seen section 8 housing in some of the most expensive locations in this country. You deny your anger so as not to be austosized as “racist”, but it isn’t racist. It is RETARDATION. WHO DO YOU GO TO, TO FILES SUCH A GRIEVANCE? THE 9-11commission.gov? They are happy to feed you any lie, sell you any product, gamble away your life savings at the behest of the value of the dollar; because Y O U A R E N O T H I N G ! Get fucking angry. I can’t advocate for violence on this platform, but IS THERE ANY OTHER SOLUTION? For the thousandth time, no voting is not an answer. I will be [redacted] involving 9/11. As much as they try to micromanage society into sterile swine, they are terrible [redacted]. The truth about 9/11 is this country’s best chance for a new start – the decapitation of every lobbiest, dual-citizenship congressman, the entire CIA, etc. Feel your father’s blood. It wants you to get fucking laid, and every double-dealing kike is stopping your from pharohdom.

“How do we stop the One World digital currency controlled via social credit economy we are heading toward?”

There are answers people are open to and like, and there are real answers that achieve real goals. The go-to is always “protect your family, connect with your community, don’t bend the knee for totalitarianism” – but the truth is, this only delays the inevitable. Much like current conservatives, most of our values would be considered completely socially liberal 30 to 40 years ago – and all we do is slow that ever changing horizon. You can try to protect your children and the next generation by placing them in private school and distancing them from the internet, but all it takes is one little pocket – one small unforeseeable crack to form, and all of the Zionist cultural Marxism will come through like a landslide. The only true way to remove the demonic from our country is to do just that, remove them forcefully. No democracy will ever solve that. Only the feudal autocrat can lead the natural slaves and the linear thinkers away from the forbidden fruit of class consciousness. I’m not advocating for Neo-feudal land wars – land being our birthright and dream as Americans, but rather a push towards a “Father Knows Best” society. Who are you to question your lineage, to question countless decades of thought? Same could be said of a child arguing with their father. A coup is the only real solution at this point. If this dream is yours as it is mine, then it will be a great Scythian revival. To do work and see your construction before your eyes. Industrialized society is over complicated and hyper rational – to hell with rationalism. If a man just wants to live, he shouldn’t have to look for the context to do so. So will you default,? Will you wait and see, slow societal demise where it is in front of you? Or will you fight – feed the next generation with crop fertilized with the blood of oligarchs and nihilists?

You know chimpanzee’s, our closest DNA relative, don’t masturbate in the wild but only in captivity. What does this tell us about men? Have they been domesticated? Masturbation is against our nature – or at least our primal-nature. This always devolves down into the typical “dogs eat shit” and “Kenyan gay giraffes” argument arguing nature good or bad. The typical depictions of Greys, the aliens with the huge head while the rest of their bodies are frail, is a sham. It is a government deployed hoax, one the reinforces the idiotic argument of brains versus brawn and promotes boomer comicstrips of dork nerd losers slinging one-liners at football players like a tonedeaf interpretation of the death of the Sixteen Candles popularity ranking. True inner peace is a oneness of body, mind, emotion, and spirit – not a Skyrim character creator of one extreme to the next. It is pure negligence. Anyone who disagrees is a skinny-fat reddit twerp with a PHD in Internet Debate with a minor in Sargon of Akkad. Why do you think Jesus is always depicted with washboard abs? To the same logic, nature and nurture must be at balance. Through studying the world of God and the sciences he has bestowed upon us, we now know that “you don’t eat shit”. But in that same vein, no amount of emotional interest, hyper-logos, “the heart wants what the heart wants” should stop us from mating with our third to tenth cousins. Oh yeah I said it. I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again; the mutt is not the healthiest dog, and anyone saying that is retarded or getting paid. Ask anyone that breeds showdogs. Your genetics must pass on. Maybe read the exordium if you want more; I am tired. Nature escapes hyperrational, objectivist hellscapes – it sews you with the seeds of your three fathers. It begs you for a return to autocratic warlords and blood. “I want the blood”. Drop off the grid. Find a community. Get back up. How long will you tickle your penis, live with your mother, eat Wendy’s, etc? Counter-culture is the culture, and it is for one simple reason – all of western society has been viewed through the eyes of the clergy. We murder in the name of our God’s. Now with no God to turn to, the reddit atheist looks for answers. It is a world of guilt – a tragedy where you are an inhuman, inevitable villain like disease or old age. There is no centralized moral structure that can advocate for doing anything. Our new God isn’t new at all. He is the father that taught our forefathers; he is the soil our roots are grown from. You have to hunt the good stuff, and for most healthy individuals that means family. Destroy the brutalist cities in our romantic jihad. Show the next generation the warm embrace of Gaea. The sun and its enlightenment are faraway now – at this moment, man needs to see the will of Gaea. The mother, our Earth, dawns ever closer to her next menstruation. The thirteen thousand year clock is about to hit midnight. The fourth turnings end breathing new life with the age of Aquarius – the NWO guided by the dark soul-sucking force of the machine elves. The golden-armed Surya-Savitri’s three fires will light the faces of all somber-eyed serfs. Don’t look to them for the grace of Mother, they harbor the lightning of passion and the speed of alacrity. The Hegelian systems of corrupt politicians will fall with the Babel of the internet. The nomads of the Earth will finally be halted to die where they have no roots. Never look to the Greeks or the equally homosexual Romans – look to the Goths. Their influence will not die in the Black Sea. You’ll taste the iron in your blood with the rise of the next Tubal-cain – but this time he comes to enact the will of the Mother. Our kin and their kin thereafter will all drink the blood of giants, for that is how much we shall spill. Our Aztec ritual will turn warriors of all soyboys and mothers of all dykes. The Sun and Lightning shall meet at the precipice of all Martian ambition and bring silence to the night. No Facebook Metaverse, no flying cars – only man in his return to the unpredictable. Cynics will lay as our antithesis, so stop watching Rick and Morty.

Perception is the dance of light and shadow, an eternal pas de deux performed upon the stage of the human mind. Our eyes, those twin windows to the world, discern the form from the formlessness through the tender contrast of shade and shine. To see is to distinguish, and without such contrast, all would dissolve into an undifferentiated, impressionistic haze – where good and evil, right and wrong, heaven and hell would mingle into meaninglessness. Hence, the “postmodern” notion of heaven and hell are but figments of the imagination – phantasms conjured by those whose gaze still lingers on the middle path of Tiphareth. But is the average person even on Tiphareth anymore? In the aftermath of COVID, has not the common man devolved into a state more pitiful than the peasants of yore? Perhaps we are witnessing the emergence of a new caste, one where the oil and water have irrevocably separated. The natural slaves of our age, with their “Fauci Ouchie” tattoos, bear the mark of a mindless herd. Their understanding of heaven and hell remains as stark as the contrast between night and day. One thing I do know is that, hell and servitude to the beast would be a world of pleasures and torment – where the once gentle transition from working, to sleeping, to waking up; would be replaced with a BPD-rollercoaster of highs and lows, panic attack to panic attack. A world of only torment or of only grace are identically antithetical to everything human. They would both reduce to nothingness, which might as well be the same as atheism – just fading from existence as your last synapse melts and the oscillation of your brain waves return to the noise floor. Such beliefs, these simple dichotomies of heaven and hell, are the offspring of an egoistic, species-centric thinking – the same hubris that justifies the destruction of animal habitats, seizing the earth as its rightful spoil, driven by Randian self-glorification – objectivistic narcissism. RICH LIBERAL HYPOCRITICAL JEWS – that’s who you need to look at. Jews have a level of dogma that Christians are constantly struggling to achieve. Jews are connected in a way that is almost like a hive consciousness. The idea that God is a man, implies that Earth was made for man – for him to exploit and destroy to his own gain. But do you, with your tender sensibilities, truly believe that such desecration shall go unpunished? I am not attacking conservatives here – just asking questions. Fossil fuels certainly aren’t scarce and aren’t going anywhere… despite how much the MSM and Texaco would like you to believe. So then if we are destroying the planet, how? Degenerate negro rap, the perpetuation of a nephilim corporatocracy state, the rape of the Lumerians, Denver Airport concentration camps, property tax – the ruling class has taken by example the rule of the military dictatorship. Our police forces, now armed to the teeth, are nothing but extensions of this despotism. The property tax, that detestable levy, serves only to keep us tethered to the global economy. Klaus Schwab wants you to eat a poop sandwich. The very structures of our society, those mechanisms of accountability are designed to keep us in check, to keep an eye on you, and prevent another Ted Kaczynski. You are owned, and there is a $500k collateral on your head. In the gaslight nation, questioning any of “the science” as dispensed by Fauci is to invite annihilation, the erasure of one’s very identity in the digital world. The internet is the new Tower of Babel – reaching ever higher toward the zenith of knowledge while always falling to degeneracy and rampant masturbation – a constant circle-jerk of government-employed 30 y/o’s grooming teens into their fetishized dick-girls with promises of endless Valorant matches and a credit card for gas. To you, who wallows in this mire, I say: FUCK YOU. You are the reason we aren’t waking up. Join the slave class while I massacre the elites. Suck your thumb, child, until your dying day, for I am your father now.

Women and politics are an unholy alchemy – an unsavory mélange that spoils the brew, no matter which way you stir the cauldron. They’re incapable of having loyalty to abstract concepts – in the end, all you have are attention whores who corner a specific market, ie ideology. Nothing is genuine; men, ensnared in their charade, become unwitting prey, oblivious to the absolute psychopathy woven into the female genome. Women will serve to fill any niche; they are chameleons of convenience. It is a split second decision. With the average woman’s warped pleasure-reward greymatter turned to soot. No worse for ware, they casually torture men and dress like Anne Frank sexdolls.

“What matter a thorn’s prick when a king’s ransom follows?”

Beyond just pornography, they graft themselves – transcending mere sex symbols to become virtual surrogate mothers, girlfriends, wives; and all this for the low, low price of your money, your life, and your soul. This game can be played in a multitude of ways: streaming, vlogging, elevating themselves to “influencer” tier. The niche is irrelevant – ex-alcoholics, pedophiles, neo-Nazis, weeaboos – gamers and incels are the most obvious go-to, but the fear of stalking is most prevalent in those circles.

“Tehe I am so quirky, check out my Dylann Roof cosplay LULZ”

These women are deranged. When Ethan Crumbley starts quoting Oppenheimer, it is because he is seriously, mentally damaged and planning on killing lots of people. When the quiet kid does the same thing, it is because he wishes he could do the same – or he’s just being edgy. When @polytheisticBPDgf, @esotericeliza, and @mkultrafemcel does; it is quickly followed by an OF plug or a youtube link – when it isn’t, it is either a fed or individually-run honeypot. In the latter case, be prepared to either get SWAT’d or be politely asked to come into your local police station on “your own accord”. There is a reason why these are so successful – a new generation that never read the TOS to being a male internet user. The internet was made by men for men, and sadly the days of “Tits or GTFO” are over. Now, twerps run wild in a world of e-dating, free porn, and an endless stream of youtube dopamine. Believe me, any 100% rational woman would exploit these avenues. It is the fastest way to retirement in current year. This isn’t the laborer’s paradise of the left – this is a patreon-only economy advocated by objectivist, libertarian freakshows. Hard work is rendered impotent when a woman can seize a man by his testicles while rifling through his wallet. Women further affirm their parasitic nature. Don’t interact with women online, shun pornography, boycott female-owned businesses, don’t reveal any vulnerability to women, and above all, don’t stop fighting.

“Why are you so full of hate? Your ideas are fanatical and evil”. I don’t know how you aren’t. Every little thing in today’s backwardass world inspires pure, visceral hatred – pregnant women can be Command Sergeant Majors and lead troop movements, we have a troon four-star admiral Assistant Fucking Secretary for Health, Sleepy Joe shitting his pants at the Vatican. Point being, degeneracy is to be expected from any industrialized society with urban culture, but it is on another level when your government is perpetuating it as well. And you wonder why I hate – why I would romanticize ANYTHING other than the world we live in now? Objectivism doesn’t solve the problem – individuals do, someone that truly embodies great man theory. We live in a world full of rats and snakes, men that deracinate us, why not let God choose our leader? Dreaming of a time of Kaisers and Tsar, when it meant something to be “God’s Country” – a “Holy Empire”. One strong man willing to help the people, whether they realized it or not – wanted it or not. Only an individual could take a lone stand against blatant hypocrisy. People egged on Romney for wanting the president to have sv cheats 1 /kill power and in our current bureaucratic mess, I understand the fear. But I envision a world where the bad people disappeared, where all the evil creeps of the night faded from our minds. There would be outrage and chaos, but anything is better than this shit – we live guided by a smorgasbord of greed, torture, slavery, depravity, violence, death, mutilation and tyranny. It seems impossible, but I’d rather put my faith and God and a sole man then any of Satan’s board of directors.

Purple because it is important

Degeneracy is born from passionate men without passion. Every man has love and will in his life, but without guidance it WILL go awry (idk if spelt right; drumk). He, who is Sodom’s child, is born without identity. He knows not what he is – nor his father or father’s father. He knows only what he has been taught. It is all Zionist education in a Zionist state ruled by Zionists full of Zionist media, propaganda, artists, and crisis actors. They don’t know their birth land. They don’t know who Mother is. They live lives as complete individuals, secluded from their paternal autocrat. Their minds, fueled by objectivism and atheism, only see matter. “I never believed in Santa Claus, much as I never believed in God”. Was this a ruse too (like really fucking drumk)? Did the Zionist, the Satanists – whomever are the Cabal of the Inverted Tree of Life, breed this falsehood into life to kill our faith? I am not one to say. Our differences, quirks, oddities, and cultural individualism are birthed from the land. The land is our home; it is where we build families and communities. Our Gods rule over the lands – are defined by the lands. Our food is grown from the lands and fed off the lands. It is a beautiful circle and a positive feedback loop. We are made authentic by the land – our land. Traditional life, traditional people and traditionalism are all the apparent product of this. We are rooted into the soil, for it is where we come when we are born and return when we die. Those without homes are parasites. They tear out our roots – deracinate us. All man’s genius is derived from God, and God gives it to us through the land, the sun, and sea. Being’s ability to know one’s self is in the reflection of an overgrowth, the sparkling eyes of their family’s authenticity, in every shadow cascaded by the black sun. The Jew is detached, distant from any authenticity and sovereignty. They have no soil – instead, they are nomads. The Israelis have soil. They have established their secular society, and are happy. No, the enemy is the real Jew. The real Jew is a wanderer. He can’t hammer a nail or plow a field. All he knows is the fake labor of market manipulation and usury. He sucks the life of the people and sells them a cosmopolitan culture of degeneracy and savagery. Look at all of the “greatest” Jewish minds of the last millennium. Marx, Freud, Einstein – what have they given us? Communism, infantile sexual deviancy, and the atom bomb. Just in the last one hundred years, everything that was once known to be order, right, moral, etc; it is all gone. The greatest trick was getting people to never notice or better yet, to never know anything was any different. The role of the parent and family have been washed away and replaced by the opportunist. We are now in an age of total class warfare, irrational depraved urges, relativity – a world where now the very existence of matter is in question. Why? Because it is the very nature of the Jew to pull at the very fabric of life until there is nothing left but a thread. [The Jew, much like his friend Lucifer, is more than Satan, he is a “fellow-feeling". It’s a parent/child relationship and he feels for people – in the same way they can understand, believe, and even feel for themselves. This is his “supernatural” talent.] FREEDOM OF SPEECH. How do you feel about that, you may ask? Not really sure how I feel about it. Actually, what I am “not” sure about is whether it’s worthwhile to discuss this and go down this rabbit hole. This guy sounds like some “unspeakable” war criminal living in an exclusive zip code (Super ZIP, read more charles murray). Who knows, maybe it’s some no good dickwagon that’s trying to capitalize on the fear-mongering brought on by our Boston Bombings, Oklahoma Cities and Agrarian King Kaczynski's. I don’t know, but I don’t plan on finding out the answers to these questions. Either way, Free speech is crap. “Rawr!” I really don’t know what it means, but it is quite catchy. "We can’t return to normal, because normal was the crisis". What a load of crap?!

Society, the world, the way we conduct ourselves – these things take rules. But do we bend to those around us or do they bend to us? Well that is a matter of power and position. Naturally, we will choose to join the winning team or play the underdog. The major difference between progressivism and traditionalism is answering this question. Liberalism and progressivism preaches inclusivity. I remember distinctly and precisely the first time I meet a nonbinary. Upon “misgendering” this obvious male, I was corrected. I felt bad, a pain in my stomach. I was a non-confrontational type. In the same way one may try to make their waiter’s life and job easier by choosing something simple to order or not correcting their mistakes, I would never go out of my way to misgender someone. This has nothing to do with philosophy, only pure convenience. “Okay, okay. You identify as a they/them? Whatever”. Liberalism is about abridging yourself for the convenience of others. Soon, if I followed that mindset, I’d find myself backstepping and apologizing for saying something anti-pedophile. Traditionalism is the art of etiquette. There are defined and definitive rules to conducting one’s self. The two don’t sound so different, but they have their nuances. One’s rules are concrete; the other’s are malleable. Conservatism is about abridging yourself as to follow what is normal – because normal does exist. The non-confrontational type finds himself in a strange middle ground. They would never pressure someone into acting a certain way, while allowing it to happen to themselves. They would either stay cis or bend and fold when misgendered. Is there an objective right answer? Probably not, but the house built on the rock will stand longer than the one built on the sand. There are lots of ways for a society to evolve, but the constant push for cultural and ethical amendments makes the slippery slope evermore substantial. Another way their mindset differs is how we deal with our excess. Do we care for our own first, or the less fortunate? This often gets galvanized into an argument for interventionism. For me it comes down to darwinism. Let the brown people starve. Rhodesia will not be the final resting place of the Aryan man. You can’t force people to be civilized – sophisticated. We can’t force them to evolve, because they are still monkeys throwing shit.

A house divided cannot stand; a house divided must be torn down. When maggots begin to feast on the carcass of a corpse and the presence of death looms over like the animated, flying scents of a cartoon pie, reality sets in fast. What was once there is now departed, moved on, abandoned. The body of the West has been embalmed. It is in a vacuum chamber and put on display. You don’t smell it, and when its eyes cross your’s; you may even feel that there is something still there. You project your feelings and beliefs on its glass eyes and only see your reflection. “Who are we?” Is this presence God? You are the center of the universe – it extends from you in all directions. You mold it – not vice versa! You are the power of change; a great marble slab and its sculptor. Your changing light upon the world is easy and visible. Its importance has been falsified. Everything that matters in this life will cost your blood – your soul. The sculptor must break himself piece by agonizing piece. True freedom is freedom over one’s self – to be beauty, not beautiful.

“Why does dimorphism matter?” I have established the importance of diversity, of evolutions – but what is wrong with the civic approach? Our insistence on egalitarianism does more harm than good. I don’t care for arguments surrounding education, critical race theory, etc; there is no West without Western people. “Uhh but the white trash hillbillies are more insufferable than upstanding black people!” Being’s ability to know one’s self is of the utmost importance in reaching Christ Consciousness at our stage of spiritual evolution. This knowledge was grasped long ago, but by believing that surrounding ourselves with brown laborers to do the unaesthetic jobs and Asian mail order brides won’t degrade our minds; we’ve doomed ourselves. We’ve regressed by proximity. A dog that picks litter out of your yard isn’t noble – it is a dog playing with trash. The noblest of blacks are still ape men that can’t think to save their own lives. The most they can think about is breeding, and intentionally or not making us a minority.

There is no such thing as an “emotional decision”. Emotions are a tool – one for communication and love; survival and nurture. An emotional decision is impulsivity, and impulsivity is sin. This does not mean that we all must be hyperrational at all times. Certainly our instinct is brought into great use when fending against predators, hunger and cold; but in a modern world of supercomputers and the basic industrialistic hyperconstructiviness, it serves us little use in our day-to-day. What goes beyond instinct and beyond rationality is just that – beyond. It is the Christ Consciousness. It is greater knowing and understanding. It is faith in God and faith in yourself. You can’t trust anyone in this life; you have to bet on yourself. We train our synapses in every social interaction to be polite and mannered. It is not nature; it is second nature. Much like the stoic idea of the sculptor and the slab being one in the same, we see an image to strive to. We break ourselves into our ideals. If sin drives us away from God, we must crucify ourselves back into his image. Nothing worth living for comes without hardship or bloodshed, and the same is true for yourself. Don’t waste your sweat trying to surpass others – surpass yourself. Be the ubermensch, the protector, the father, the leader, the philosopher – the beauty.

As children, we are blank sheets – our minds are drawn to every little thing, filling the void between our ears. Even after our eyes grow used to the light and the true depth and parallax of our environment fills its continuity, the absurdism never ends. Our synapses are fueled by the blood of ancients. Veracity is in our DNA. Our shallow existence is offset by a millennium of true plight and existentialism. Who are you to question your paternal lineage? Original sin is not a curse; it is a calling. The call of justice is visceral and vaned – carrying you to antiquity. It is vulnerable, but you are its protector. Venomous, vulturous, vinegarish elites, from their varnished villas, vex our minds with vincible ideals – but we know what is real. It pumps through us like adrenaline, as it incited our fathers past. Extending from the ground, we are coded for triumph. The strong, virtuous and chivalrous pasted their genes to us, while weak men rotted. You are not a reincarnated alien from another galaxy. The foreignness of our world was crafted from Jewish hands. Our memories are left hazy, but we know it all to be wrong. This world must be taken back – burned for our honor, rebuilt with our love, ruled by our passion, and maintained as is our destiny. No septum ring, branded, marxism tranny will tear the West from me. Our future was secured; now it is our turn to return the favor. For ours is blood and soil. America is painted over rot. The foundation must be torn down. Derelict, zionist cities like New York pushed under the sea by our bombs of peace. Our history has been rewritten and now they’ve come for our legacy. These vaccines edit your DNA and steal your soul. They’ve spit in the vanilla of America and left us with the chocolate of microchimerism. Do some deep digging and you’ll find that not only is cultural marxism real, but that a chick, that has been blacked in the past, will pass some of that chimp’s genes to her children. Shove these mules into breeding camps “NO, WHAT ABOUT MY CHOICE?! I DONT WANT TO GIVE MY BABIES TO TRADITIONAL FAMILIES, I WANT TO HAVE THE CHOICE TO ABORT THEM!”. I’m sick of everyone pretending… pretending that they aren’t afraid of me. They know that I am God. They know I can kill them with my thoughts at any time. They hate me, and are only nice to me when their tiny brains remember. They hate me because I must have destroyed the world countless times – it just starts over again without me having any memory. BUT THEY REMEMBER! and they know all of my thoughts. I fucking hate you. Don’t like my writing? Take some experimental anti-psychotics! Maybe then you’ll understand. We are fingers extended through time thousands of years. Pharaohs of Egypt, warriors in Burgundy, wolves and serial killers. The flora must be fed with the blood of anarchists and nihilists. Our words are a virus enough to tear down every false ideal. SO SPEAK UP! Everything is folding and squishing and melting and curling. Please make it stop.

You are so “intelligent” and “enlightened” that you refuse to draw conclusions. “Correlation does not equal causation” – your go-to. I don’t have some magical unattainable evidence. My evidence isn’t better than yours. We’ve read the same articles, heard the same debates and arguments, even seen the stats; so what are you missing? A chromosome. Critical thinking, deductive reasoning, and a dick – that is what you are missing. Simplistic enlightenment-age arguments for “happiness good, death bad” are all you understand. What you’re missing is the essentialist view. Men and women exist as part of a system. Systems exist to maintain order, and order is needed for much more than society and governance. The conditions needed for the cosmic fog of helium and hydrogen to create us and our carbon needs order. The homogeneity of the American-Southeast’s insect ecosystem has been destroyed by Chinese invasive mosquito populations. Great schisms, tectonic plates, the orbits of celestial bodies; these systems exist in beautiful symmetry, yet are preceded by a few mathematical and statistical calculations. We know how to calculate for any number of things, but for some reason applying that some logical intuition to sociology is looked down upon. Well it makes a certain amount of sense – people have their rights, and it is bad to tinker with those rights and lives for the benefit of science. But there is the problem. We are more than happy to abridge those rights in the name of “social liberalism”. “Samuel – pardon me, Samantha; we would be more than happy to cut your dick off”. Imagine playing this same game with the planets and stars – shooting nukes off to Mercury to please a terribly-idiotic king. The balance and social dichotomy of man and woman, one that extends well past just our own sociology, destroyed to please the iconoclast of pedophiles, sexual deviants, and communists hiding their ideals behind a veil of dubstep and pseudo-intellectual postmodernist jargon. Not that they are really getting their way, just feeding from the Zionist-owned trough. The never-ending blight to destroy our world. Now we see them paraded in our movies and media, but most socially damning our pornography – the covet of which is already the mark of the beast; a kaleidoscope of evil. Brains continue to smoothen for the immediate pleasures of our Dan Schneider’s, Kevin Spacey’s, and Jeffrey Epstein’s – and the needs of the Rothschild’s and Soros’s. Just imagining Bill Clinton asking one of his new shipping container sex-slave if he’s ever seen a grown man naked. But no, continue fighting for the kikes because they certainly have your best interests in mind. The invading army of Zion is at our door and for some reason they are wearing hijabs and niqābs.

Been wanting to address a lot of small things but have had no way to address them all in full articulate and completely rationalizing capacity. The avant-garde portions of my mind are only activated by alcohol, and I’ve been sober. I’ll jump from one statement to another with little to no reasoning. Maybe something will resonate with you. There are inherit sociological differences between races. Denial of this is denial of basic biology and science. Culture is born from these differences. It makes complete scents that a black person raised under white principles will have an underlying disequilibrium. Denial of this is denial of science. CRT is reasonable in all ways that don’t appeal to historical significance. A one world government can only be achieved by Christ. Any man’s attempt will be blastphamous. The church is the only unified house of all nations. Even if you aren’t religious, the consistent yield of this universe is novelty and complexity. The novelty of all racial groups is born from their geographical differences. As people move to colder climates, their necessities change. Again; denial of this is denial of science. The regional differences of men lead to cultural ones as well. It makes sense that a people that live off corn will worship the corn; and the sun and water that nourishes them. My culture is not superior – though it is to me. I am white, and that makes me biologically advantaged by white systems; be them governance, economics or shire principle. The seams of this fabricated reality are beginning to impart – the accompanying disclaimer under every “false fact”, Derek Chauvin and Kyle Rittenhouse’s aberratious court verdicts, and Fauci’s lack thereof. The hubristic rulers have shown too much of their hands and are now in full damage control mode. “White trash” isn’t a nice phrase – but for that matter, neither is “nigger”. What makes someone white trash? Poverty. Moral consistency is difficult when you are living paycheck to paycheck. You can’t attend Sunday Mass if you HAVE to work. It is always novelous, in the most disorienting and distasteful, to see street preachers and homeless meth addicts mere yards away from each other in downtown Athens. It is hard to guide a linear thinker or a natural slave, when they are trying to escape their reality rather than correct it. White women that listen to rap music… some people are reaching for rock bottom. There is a “coolness” to being white trash – play the card of a victimized child. “Boohoo! listen to this story of how I was abused by my father, or how I worked to buy my first car, or how they had dial-up internet through 2012”. I get it; it is a rag to riches story. The story of the classical hero overcoming an incredible obstacle – but this wasn’t you. 90% of these stories are a complete mistelling; a story they tell themselves. Everyone wants a narrative for their life; something to explain to yourself when you are wage slaving or contemplating. Alternatively instead of making up a story, they convince themselves to go to rags and begin it. I would be so scared to have a daughter. No amount of parental distillation can stop a marxist programmed female from whoring around college. “Eeew stop liking what I don’t like” shut up. This is a poor strawman, but the “just let people be happy” argument is a sad liberal lie. Slippery slope is real. It certainly doesn’t help when internet fedora-wearing atheists and pedophiles are always trying to make that slope steeper. “The AOC should be lowered” why so you can fuck kids? The questioning of a social norm should not be a platform held by someone you wouldn’t take your eyes off at the BBQ around your kids. “Have you even read blah, blah, blah or blah, blah?” how about you read Les Misérables you daft retard. You are a sorority girl; why do you think that you know more than your parents? All respect for authority has vanished. JFK could come back from the dead today and become president, and people would still be chanting “fuck JFK” at every ballgame or college bar. The desire to become countercultural has gotten out of hand. Speak when you are spoken too, and take your elbows off the table – you are a thirty-something single mother eating cereal for dinner.

I don’t like to reference current events here. When I write, I like to keep it archetypal. Think Star Wars versus Star Trek. Star Wars’s themes are fundamental to humanity, while Star Trek takes a cultural viewpoints to issues – a western viewpoint. While they both have value, Star Wars has a exponentially more marketability (or at least had) because of it.

Mostly, I don't like writing that references historical events too much – thus your understanding of the writing relies on prior knowledge. Bronze Age Pervert does this a lot in his book. I put it down after I started googling a lot of the references to Greek mythology, and they were blatantly wrong.

But now I will break this continuity to digest a current issue from my perspective. Gabby Petito is a YouTuber who went missing in September, whilst traveling with her fiancé. Regardless of the speculation, it has made national news – and libshits have found an opportunity to use this girl’s disappearance to push a fundamentally confounded idea. “Missing White Woman Syndrome” is a term, used by social scientists, to describe disproportionate news coverage and public outcry for missing white women over any other group. This is allegedly evidence of privilege and must be fixed. This is certainly evidence of privilege, but who’s fault is it? Multimedia groups are trying to make money, and people tend to care more about white women. Well, worrying about missing people is a predominantly white trait. Whites, as parents, care more about quality of offspring over quantity subconsciously. Quality individuals are worth more in the eyes of their caretakers – especially over the “throw everything at the wall and see what sticks” African mindset. That does not make one objectively right or wrong. I know which I prefer, but that is because of my racial and cultural background. Finding missing people, chiefly women, just makes more sense in white society. I care more about missing white people than missing black people. It is subconscious and natural. Blacks generally care little – and the little they do, is likely because of being raised under American (primarily white) ideals and customs. Human nature is to protect women. Men evolved to be stronger than women to fill their rule while pregnant. Is our nature evil, or is it the media’s obligation to report everything equally? No to both. The Jewish run media cares less for blacks than the average hick. If anyone is going to care about missing blacks, it is likely already liberal whites. Don’t bite off more than you can chew. You blacks are already pampered enough.

When left wing degenerates, sexual deviants, autogynephiliacs and child molesters use and objectify Islamic/Mexican/Black minorities, they are using them as moral sockpuppets for dismissing criticisms of their own twisted and perverse ideologies. The tired “right side of history” argument is an overplayed card in the book of establishing control over high schoolers and equally naive CHILDREN – most of whom they are trying to groom and molest. Leftists will toss around phrases like “Uncle Tom” like it is their birthright. “Oh that black politician/individual is ‘catering’ to conservative talking points – what a house nigger. Do a dance for me, porch monkey”. If the hypocrisy there is going over your head, you are already too far gone. If there was actually any concern for these voices, libshits wouldn’t lose their minds the moment a minority steps off the ideological plantation and rejects “traditionally white” progressive dogma. Maybe the democratic party never actually changed – because besides your Richard Spencer-types, conservatives are much quicker to treat blacks like people. Progressives are perfectly comfortable using racial epithets like “house nigger” to describe their political opponents – not because “the democrats are the real racists” (HONK HONK) but because minorities are used as furniture in their ideological showroom. When confronted by dissent, they don’t engage – they diagnose. They do not listen; they label. The left sees bigotry as the easiest way to shut down speech; to question them is to blaspheme, to disagree is to forfeit your humanity. Alternatively, they’ll use the argument that you are a “fake minority”; pointing out your wealth, education or immediate ancestors. In the same way that George Zimmerman is a “cracker” and an “oppressor”, as labelled by the Hispanic communities themselves, Nick Fuentes and Milo Yiannopoulos aren’t Hispanics and kikes respectively. “I don’t want the government involved in censorship but misgendering trans people should be a crime”. Suppressing speech will always be a messy subject – similar to the paradox of tolerance, but simply defending speech is not always an agreement of stance. Forcing someone into silence is not the same as them choosing to hide, but it’s certainly not defamation. Choosing to be silent is no one’s fault but your own. There is a marketplace of ideas and if you’re desperate to silence others, it means you are afraid of what those legitimate ideas show. Clamping down on speech in spaces where you feel small and weak next to alpha male ideologies and logical arguments, free of strawmen to sling slurs at, is trying to game the system. You support communism, islamicism, and interventionism for the same reasons Obama orders $65K worth of cheese pizza to the White House, you like raping children. In the same way an r9k incel sees traditionalism and thinks a return to it would get him laid, you see Sharia Law and start to drool thinking about all those little boys. You hear about the “down under” and wish you were born black. You hear about Hollywood and wish you a child star. You heard about Michelle Obama and wished you passed “that well”. This perverse iconoclast is here for little boys and girls. If you truly cared about reevaluating morality, you would be reading more Nietzsche – not watching the Dear White People. Historical significance will never matter. Positions taken, not by logic, but in tribute to Rudyard Kipling, will always fail. Why? Because it isn’t fucking real. It is fairy dust – it doesn’t fucking exist. The next time you see someone parrot one of these talking points, ask yourself “does this person have sugar plum fairies in their head?”. You aren’t the main character in a Hunger Games book, you are a 28 year old man with a MAP flag on your wall. Just because a few innocents get locked up for murder, doesn’t mean we should ditch murder laws entirely – in this same respect, we have to have principles when it comes to free speech. It is not freedom they defend, but performance. Not tolerance, but theatricality. These people see being “fashionable” as better than being right. “Silence him! He’s anti-gay”. I’m not anti-gay. I am pro-“stop being a faggot around me”. Whether or not the traditional household is the norm, it’s what we should project: a nation of good and normal people raising our children to be GOOD and NORMAL. Stop using minorities as a moral soapbox to prop up an ideology of sexual deviancy. Supporting racist speech is not racist – calling the black man that does a “Uncle Tom” IS. Perspective matters. Stop book burnings.

Trannies don’t deserve human rights (this is going to be very disjointed). Is it weird for a guy to take it up the ass – like, there is a sensual spot up there. Obvi, you shouldn’t be fucking dudes, but like what if it is a chick or alternatively just some lady fingers. What if it is a chick with a dick? Well chicks can’t have dicks so…. People can be born with both but much like a kindergarten class, we must teach the average case. “We have ten fingers, count to ten”. Abortion is terrible. Don’t use a few rape victims to justify your stance on murdering children. Trannies are degenerates. Don’t use a few genetically deformed people to justify your stance on sexual deviancy. If deviancy is wrong and happiness shouldn’t always be a priority then, you can be “stoic” and just not transition – try to live a normal life. Many gay men have lived normal lives and had children. Just repress it – cuz if you don’t, you open the door for all other kinds of degeneracy. If you were to look at straight porn (don’t, try to avoid pornography), you’ll see an average of “X” fetishes per video. Fake incest, lingerie, interracial, xyz etc. If you assume that one’s tolerance for fetishes goes up for every additional fetish they acquire, then adding just one can lead to exponential growth. With this in mind if we assume that homosexuality is a fetish, then homos porn should display many more fetishes on average. Go on the gay hub and see BEAR ON TWINK ACTION BALLS PUMPED FULL OF SALINE HAIR MAN SHAVED BOY. So again, just try to avoid that stuff. Like… chill. Your immediate happiness is not worth the collapse of the west. Trannies are no different because they just give into some sort of vice or illness. At the Feet of the Master would say that all mental illness is fake and gay. Not to sound like a lib or anything, but that is kinda ableist. In some circumstances, I’d say that outside help is certainly needed. Help the people in your community – or look for help. Your friends want to see the best in you. God and I believe in you. This was a request plus I’m pretty “drumk”. Maybe this helped someone. Good luck.

Everyone is an idealist today – but only in speech. Whether or not the values we uphold are traditional ones or not, the pursuit of happiness is at the top of most of those agendas. This directly conflicts with the actions of the average American. We can be weekend warriors or internet activists, but most people aren’t doing anything to actually achieve power; rather the exact opposite. A classical hero does hard work and reaps the benefits of their time and effort. But all we really want is agency without power. To abort without consequence, the UBI, a defunded police force that can’t stop looting and shooting. Childhood continues to be extended (now into the mid-twenties) because it allows us to remain flawed. The world has become nauseatingly complex and to take away power is to return to simplicity. Regardless of what anyone says, we all choose to play with the hand we’re dealt and work within the system rather than fight against it. We value imperfection because we’re not perfect, and to idealize perfection is to worship something we can never be. Freedom of choice and freedom of consequence. It is why we have a weight problem as Americans – laziness, ignorance, rampant consumerism. While our activist selves are pretentious, our actions are a transparent lens into how we really feel – like doing nothing. We are not ambitious. We are content; rather than being slaves to our own standards. It is identical to a laissez-faire market, true libertarianism is to distance ourselves from idealism. Horseshoe theory is true to the extent that totalitarianism is born from the prevalence of idealism and morality. Collectives sharing common beliefs will limit themselves and each other in their actions based on those beliefs – the creation of governance. The strength of that government being as strong as our faith in our beliefs. A libertarian has a laissez-faire attitude towards the existence of ideals. They may have their own personal values, but no ability to perpetuate them besides indoctrinating their children. They let the world around them run it’s own course. In the same way, Biden has reneged on most of his campaign promises, and the most progressives do is whine. There is no retaliation because they love to be babied. Only by relinquishing our control over others can we find our own agency to do as we please. Of course this leads to tyranny though – that is the goal. The aristocratic class is being revived. It makes sense why most people that begin to care quickly become nihilists. The ruling class wants you to be ignorant, and you want that too.

You have courage to be here. When you read these, you are participating in the questioning of the powers at be. There is an invading army of fanatical belief. You have been emasculated by modernity. There is no home for you in this changing world; this is our lament. So much for no taxation without representation… It isn’t like any bureaucrat mirrors my unwavering love of the west. Much like today’s Christians (maybe because they are), the conservatives aren’t conservative. They exist solely as a reactionary party. They have no foundation in their claims except to slow the ever changing landscape. How do conservatives respond? Do they push back, as is our sovereign duty? Of course not, they “adapt” to the new way and reinvigorate it like it’s our inheritance. Despicable. So it is good to have you here, a place where some men still agree in the old ways – where some men still want to fight. There are fundamental responsibilities of a nation; protecting the land, preserving our heritage and culture from opportunists. What is still united in these states? A piece of paper ripped, tattered and shit on in the wave of “progress”. The words don’t echo or resonate with the leaders nor the youth. Who is truly protected by this country? Trespassers at the border have more bequest than our people. Everything I value – you value is under siege. Our foundation was made on the rock; our beliefs, our community, destiny, honor, creed, consistency, credence, credibility, family – TRASH it is called in the ever approaching tidal wave of “tolerance”. Like a shrinking coastline, the goal post is ever moving. The benefactors are vultures feasting on the carcass of the west, the bankers that have stolen our birthright and created an obedient slave designation for every American swine. Their purchased politicians will call us what they will, but I know what you truly are. You are the start of the revolution, a path to a glorious tomorrow, an American.

God bless, brother.

Given a Darwinist perspective, since white people and black people still continue to exist with destruction of physical barriers, both groups are equal. Neither is extinct. They both continue to exist because, the sum of their attributes are equal. There is no empirical way to measure the value of a people group – especially considering the diversity that can exist in any one people group. Of course I want to say my people are the best, but doesn’t everyone? If you support the idea of diversity of people and ideas, you cannot support globalism or open-borders. Colleges have always existed as a place for people to come together and exchange ideas and always will. An idea that has died in, recent time, is the idea of the existential hero. I want to stand for something greater than myself and see that change before my eyes. Do we fight for an antiquitarian view of freedom and of greater good and of resisting daily temptations and sin, or do we fight for the postmodern freedoms of the pursuit of person pleasures, abundance, and skive? The truth is that most people want to continue to be slaves to vice, and to try and resist it today would mean the death of your ability to socialize. How could I ever go about having a normal conversation with co-workers if I didn’t watch anime, porn, NASCAR, or Fox? Beyond that, people identify with their kinks too. Exploration of kinks is like trying to draw a map for a rogue-like. You can be a slave to consistent moral behavior or you can be a slave to impulse. Which is it? Now the issue with your answer is that your morality works to justify and defend and tolerate and enable everything that is impulsive. The pursuit of pleasure is slavery to a master with a limitless appetite. We must restrict people’s ability to follow vices to make them truly free. To mindlessly seek pleasure is to be malfunctioning automata. You are reinforcing inconsistent moral principles by trying to make a society formed around vice and sin. The master of the sinner is inconsistent and incoherent – when you are watching porn, one second something may be very appealing and that changes the next moment. If you are not governed by moral principle and reason, you are governed by impulsion and retardation. A free person is someone that is not beholden to inborn or acquired desires. Stop rationalizing your impulses and admit you have a problem. Your impulses are not your identity. Trust me, you still exist outside of your preferences. Heroism is clouded in the modern day. How is a man to display chivalry and save a woman from a life of debauchery, when ever girl these days is depressant to hit rock bottom? How is a man supposed to maintain the angelic and fair nature of women, when woman have discarded that POSITIVE label all together as “dated” and “misogynistic”? When I see the new “fixed” and modern family, it is like window shopping on a life I could never have. I feel hatred for the lifestyles that have rejected me, and I feel like that is completely reasonable. Westernization was to give life purpose – purpose higher that survival of self, family, community, etc; the West is romantic and compassionate. It is the same drive we feel to wash seals after an oil spill. Right now, the seals of the West flock towards the oil spill of cultural marxism, microchimerism, and sin; and to try and resist is to fight “progress”.

“just stumped into the weirdest fucking rabbit hole. I was on lainchan which is a site full of super techie guys, right. Browsing some threads as I do, and I stumble across a pic of someone’s thinkpad. It was cloveros installed on it. It is a fork of gentoo linux which is an obscure linux distro that 4chan g idolizes. I start looking at the cloveros website. I’ve been there before but I’m just curious to see if anything has been updated. The site is pretty barren. Doesn’t look like it has been updated in a few years. I decide to go back to my search. I remember that the people that make cloveros were trying to get it added to distrowatch – a website that archives information about different linux distros. Scrolling down my search, I see a result for 8kun. ‘Damn I forgot that existed’. I assume that it is likely a thread or post on g or tech. Wrong. It is a thread in a cloveros board. ‘Hmm – oh I remember this.’ I’d been there before – years ago, back before 8chan got eradicated. I am looking at the threads and actually begin to remember a few. Idk if they had been archived and reuploaded after the site went down or if people had just been making the same threads after the fact. I come across a thread from just a few months ago. Zero replies. Embedded youtube video. ‘I’ll just leave this here. And you will click it. And you will watch it.’ I click on the video. Video made around the same time. 2K views. Still cartoon girl, reminiscent of the red head from Gravity Falls, standing in front of a beautiful mountain town; wasp clothing and an armband with a strange symbol. A poorly animated mouth starts reading some 4chan copypasta of a chick showing a hkvirgin her tits, all text to speech. Uninteresting video. 20 comments. 45 likes. 41 dislikes. Subcount hidden. Something had me strangely pulled in though. I decide to look at the channel. Has around 14 uploads. Most recent hours ago. Oldest, 2 years. Nothing but still animations and text to speech…”
– 20200830 me before I discovered murdoch murdoch
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=99eXdeI2MM4 weird ass video referred to

You are dead. You are a shell and a husk of a man. Your actions are derived solely through determinisms placed by advertisers. Bacon wasn’t even breakfast food until we were “told” it was healthy. There isn’t even one set palette of diet to apply to people. It is acknowledged with diabetes – but not race. “No because all races of man are the same; the human race”. It is almost like testosterone is declining. Is that because we are telling Aryan men to eat white chicken breast? It certainly isn’t helping. The same laissez-faire types, that want to defund the police, are down with being brainwashed by known bad actors in industry. Cultural marxism tells capable women to get abortions because it is “empowering”, and so does the guy that owns the abortion clinic. “I was raped when I went to a drug filled house party!” Shut up before I rape you for real. Hypocrisy is nothing new to women or business; for both, there will always be a bent knee ready to bow to retardation. Tournament mating works identically to monopolization. Lower the testosterone, bimboify them – this is how any amount of moral tact disintegrates. Did you know that a DNA test can gauge how much you enjoy ASMR? It’s true. What race do you think likes ASMR the most? I haven’t got a clue either. On the other hand, look at IQ distribution versus lactose intolerance (image above). What do you have to say to that you sussy baka globalist? “hunter biden? phfff still not as bad as not giving out free Insulin” the western ideal has been altered and twisted beyond repair – faggotry, cuckoldry; each passing generation leaves the west more broken and hollow. All of these social policies and handouts have an end. Look at Russia where the population is too drunk to do anything. NEETs eat tendies and pump their brains with a never-ending stream of dopamine through the internet and masturbation. Society is crumbling around us. I don’t know why anyone would defends the constitution as a means of enforcing anything. Everyone seems fine with letting it be shat on and torn. Socialists are slaves to the government. Your democratic abilities mean little against braindead masses begging for “more gibs”. You libs are so quick to jump to the holocaust parable of “first they came for x then they came for y”, well what if they first came for the rich and successful – the ones pure of heart and ethic. Men who made it in the post-capitalist wasteland (small business owners). Everyone knows it isn’t the Bezos or the Gates that are having their taxes raised, its the Puerto Ricans immigrant dentist who just started his own practice. Just because you have no intention to live your american dream to the fullest, isn’t any excuse to pull others down with you. joe biden molests his own kids and he plans to do they same to america. Guy can’t even go for a drive without having to fake it with a second wheel in the car.

The idea that we are all destine to do great things, and that you must stride for as such. Compliance is not an option – venture the world with rigor and passion. The will over all else. Mind over matter.

Society is going to shit. Civilization is collapsing. People may disagree – say this is the most progressive time in history. Others will say that things aren’t as fucked as they appear to be. Most of the people that open up to me are completely sane. Once you crack that egg, they tell you they don’t buy into any of the propaganda either. Sadly, this isn’t the case everywhere. Businesses have become so focused on college degrees because they want us all to go to college – to have our minds melted and sanded down dancing circles around the imprecision in our language. They want us to be having public sex, smoking crack in ghettos, all women paraded in BDSM gear. If this became reality, you would go along with it because you are a libcuck retard monkeylover dogfucker. Maybe some ancestral magic can guide us back to civility and normalcy. In the mean time, it all falls into your hands. Will you act or will you malinger? Everyday our bodies weaken and our minds become frail. You aren’t to blame – you have to see paradoxical morons at work, at the store, maybe even at home. It is time to get cooking.

“Do not have sexual relations with a man as one does with a woman; that is detestable”. The Bible was pretty blunt about it. We are all born and die sinners, but we still need to acknowledge and at least attempt to avoid sin. “To say there’s a correct interpretation of the bible is silly”. Is there a correct interpretation of the Constitution? This is the argument for why we have textualism and purposivism – do we read the words and just the words or does context have any saying in the reality of those words? Poisoning the well a bit, but it is a mute point in an overarching idea. (((They))) are morphing Christianity (and all other religions, ideologies and creeds) to fit with cultural marxist ideas. The end of that line / the end result for the blind believer – faker is “I only still believe in the death and resurrection” “the law of the light is LITERALLY the only thing that matters”. Difficult to argue when the statement has some credence. Two points, I feel like a lot of these fake Christians don’t even believe that first half; and the law of the light doesn’t get us the tradition that honestly makes Christianity most important – from a purely Earthbound perspective. Now in the age of media and cultural marxism, the move towards a non-existent value/belief set for Christians is approaching nill. “Uh but there is no right interpretation, it is all up for debate”. Well if that were the case then someone saying that Jesus would be okay with you cutting off your dick and being a transsexual, then you would have been able to amass other people that shared that same belief through dialogue and scripture. Obviously there are other social reasons that would bar that as well, but that is getting into the weeds. Once that part of the religion is completely simplified to “dude just love everyone” which in large part it has, all that is left is a fundamental belief in a God. Contradictions a modern Christian must go through on a day to day basis… I conclude that most Christians are likely to, some capacity, be closet-atheists. Diversity of peoples and ideas is a good thing and a collective consciousness all coming to believe the same things that I see as filled to the brim with contradictions, whether a clashing with old timey beliefs or contradictions internal to left wing ideology (ie be colorblind to race but also put some peoples on a pedestal), is a bad thing. I’d defined cultural marxism as a subversion of the western way of life towards a far-left leaning world – idk hard to put into words, but I think you know where I am going with that. The idea of 100% of society very quickly moving towards an ideology, from one that was somewhat recently highly praised, is very troublesome – especially when you still hold the original belief. It is subliminal propaganda. Honestly, in a country that is so stanchly divided in national elections (51% to 49%). we really should just divide up the country. “What traditions do you think are being thrown away too quickly in a way that is damaging?” Septum rings. No, but seriously what I was saying earlier… we parade gay couples, mixed race couples, BDSM, polygamy; but heterosexual, same-age, same-race relationships? “STOP DOING THAT! IT’S JUST AN OUTDATED ARCHAIC ROLE. YOU POOR WOMAN, YOUR NEEDS AREN’T BEING MET”. “I think that such and such 90s cartoon character is gay… for no reason” “hey you are a really cute boy… sure you arent trans” “men have just convinced you that you are a ‘tomboy’ we accept you, just come out”. It is pushing the same narrative. Obviously, people are being educated one way or another that “hey did you know that sometimes guys want to fuck other guys? that’s totally normal and cool 😎 if that’s what you want, I support you” – everyone has had this one way or another (most most most of the time i know there are exceptions like schools that dont teach simple sex ed that could save lives), point being that if you are a cute boy and you post a pic of your cute boy face, people may and have cum. People may and have asked if he is trans. People may and have told the boy that when he said “no” it is because of “systematic oppression of trans people throughout history that he believes he is cis”. Most people are normal – sorry your sissification efforts on impressionable youth isn’t going over anyone’s head. You are a pedophile with a transvestite fetish. Do bad, die worse. I kinda just want to fart on jews – i think if you just let me fart on them we can get even. Ayn Rand is a whore cheating slav wicked cunt druggie.

Once you get a girlfriend, I’ll get her to cheat with me. Get you so mad you hire a hitman from the dark web to kill me. Surprise retard! It’s a sting operation, and you are going to prison. You become a little sissy girl. I get your girlfriend pregnant and leave her with the kids, while I live the life you always thought you deserved. You are nothing. Any soul or personality you may think you have is just a pretentious facade based off of what your cynical pea brain thinks is clever, profound, and smart. You think that people will gravitate towards you, perceiving their own thoughts as dumb and your thoughts as superior by merit of your own over inflated, shortsighted ego. You are a piece of shit entitled little brat. You are always asking for attention. You have terrible abandonment issues. I promise you, the only reason people give you the time if day is because you have some semblance of seniority. You act like a toddler with borderline personality disorder, and I can’t fucking stand you. Stop cumming for me because you are jealous that I have a great personality and I’m taking all your friends.

There is much to be skeptical of in this world, so it no longer surprises me to learn how many people don’t really believe in anything – even the Bible, redacted and amended for the Romans to use as a tool for control. Our own history has been obscured. What is left to believe in? What’s the point? For many of us, the roads we walk are difficult ones, but the path is always there for us to follow – no matter how many times we may fall. The good news is that the Lord can help you find your way back. Naturally, some days are harder than others, but we must try. We all have doubts. The light of the mind alone cannot burn away all darkness on this Earth. Think on it, and look in your heart – it will be for the best. When the walls come tumbling down, when you lose everything you have, you always have family – your greater family. The fire that has kept me alive is love. God’s love and love of people. You’re not so certain. Fair enough. We all go through periods of darkness. In a world filled with misery and uncertainty, it is a great comfort to know that, in the end, there is light in the darkness. In such times, we can turn to the Lord, but it’s good to have friends, and the good Lord knows there’s much to be done here.

manipulating a zoomer girl is as easy as playing them Just Like Heaven for the first time, making eye contact, and owning a car

Coomsumerist isn’t part of the western ideal – it has been subverted. Establishments like McDonald’s couldn’t persist with its size/prices without “dual citizenship” lobbyists. This might be a cope if you’re a (((neo-con))). The west is romantic nationalism, protectionism, federation, community, destiny, honor, creed, and white. Western ideals are what took us to the Americas and space. Unlike some places like Japan where they are happy living on one small rock and developing it full. I think most cyclic minded white people hate suburbia, but can’t leave because of job obligations. Slippery slope says that a puddle must not exist if you can’t define it – Pythagoras tried to explain the humanities with an equation. Just because something can’t be definitely defined doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist – much like western culture. Of course I want to say my culture is the best, but there’s no real way to justify that step by step or in better terms, objectively. Fixing coomsumerism is about kicking out “undesirables” and seeing where the cards fall. Masses don’t always necessarily make the best decisions. During the black plague competition for labor led to the idea of class consciousness. Same has happened in America and minds have been corrupted. If you’ve seen Nightcrawler, you know why class consciousness is bad – Rick. People kill God, seize being satisfied with their lives, and Stoicism dies. Class mobility makes happiness a never ending journey. It is the sin of comparison. We shouldn’t compare ourselves to others because there will always be someone above and below you – thus it will either make you unjustifiably happy or sad/mad. Compare yourself to your past self and try to improve instead. We are all cogs. Just work for your greater good. Try to grow closer to God, rather than to run after money. God is white and says kill jews. That’s why he sent me.

If you aren’t “14”, you aren’t on my team. If your tiny, woman-like brain is too smoothed by Hollywood and the “dual-citizenship” elites to get that; sorry not sorry – breath in some of this Zyklon B. Better yet, save me the trip and livestream yourself following an Indian toilet cleaning tutorial. The more you realize who your real friends are, the more you grow hatred for everyone else. “I’m sorry that you didn’t have a dad around to raise you, but I’m not going to explain this to you more than once” “NAZI”. God certainly does have a sense of humor – or maybe rather “they” really are his chosen people, and this is all part of the plan. Fuck that. Fuckers wake up everyday to slave away for billionaires, notice the issue and their dissatisfaction with life, and go “maybe if I vote for [insert democratic nominee here] things will get better”. Real solution? Revolution – kill fucking everyone. Even Ted Kaczynski is pen-pals with Greta Thunberg. So that is solution one, the one most people wouldn’t like. Solution two requires nuance, which makes it a much harder goal post to imagine. Such things lead to apathy, nihilism, and the like. Anyway, reconstruction of straight minds into cyclic minds. The end of public education – or at least a public education system moderated by Israel and liberalism. “Wow I’m leaving my child with a complete stranger, I cant believe my child has become a marxist” love or hate public school, they are the easiest way to have your child educated. your brain has been completely corrupted. You don’t see the paradox of only believing verifiable evidence in a world where evidence has been destroyed time and time again and fabrications are abundant. I try to stay more open-minded to anything that isn’t getting pushed by the (hate this phrase) fake news. Slippery-slope fallacy is a bitch; really more of an issue with language over anything else, but maybe not. If we expressed every idea as a math equation of a computer program, would it be possible to communicate at all? Who’s to say. When you read these, I hope it is a conversation. Rather it’s between me and you, or just a moment of self reflection. I hate that being able to have a remotely intellectual conversation like this with some semblance of actual thought behind it is so rare. I honestly don’t know how I live being surrounded by drones who just DONT THINK. I’ve been wronged by black people. I’ve been discriminated by black people. humans are creatures superior because of our pattern recognition. for these reasons i am racist. unless a black person is nice to me, i don’t like that person. i don’t like a majority of people regardless of race. i hate almost every woman I’ve ever met. doesn’t effect my actions… maybe. I hate women. They hate me. Just looking for a girl to pee on me. PISS IN MY EYES PISS IN MY EYES. Take a bubble bath. Let me wash your thighs. X, Y, Z, etc I am rambling. This is probably my worst post yet. Why? I am not drunk right now. The female side of the mind gains from depressants – it is rather evident if you look at youth culture. Dudes just off themselves. Women love being sad. So what did we learn today? I am a threat to myself and to a much smaller extent, greater society – or maybe I am the solution, but that is probably just the individualism youth movement we’ve grown up with speaking. One that makes niggers even lazier and white kids turn sicko mode with their dad’s Springfield. Take your local libtard on a helicopter ride. Night.

How much do you think I really care? I exist to create and have lulz. I’m treated like I am mentally handicapped. Whether or not that is the case, I find solace in having my beliefs echoed just as anyone else does. If said beliefs run the country into the ground, it just sounds like more opportunities to acquire lulz. Look at what is happening now. We have protesters and lockdowns, Karen’s and niggers. Life has been tumbling down but at least knowing/believing that my life had some greater meaning in the grand scheme of torment and crusade of the western way of life and its subsequent destruction, puts a smile on my face. I hate myself and everybody else. I am not loved by the world nor myself. I may never be able the reach the corners of Christ consciousness in my mind glazed by Hollywood and the like. I may never find that one true love, but at least I can play the card of nihilism and tell myself to be happy with how it all turned out.

It is not enough to block you.

It is not enough to cry.

It is not enough to hurt you.

I wanna see you die.

Attempting to justify the existence of freewill gets harder everyday. The assumption is that since our minds run of electrical impulses and chemical reactions, those things govern our thought processes. They believe consciousness exists less to make decisions but rather to justify them after the fact. Many studies have already shown that most decisions are made in split seconds. For example, look at a dating app like tinder. People swipe on who they find attractive and not; and this decision is made mostly instantaneously. The problem with these theories is that they assume that we already fully understand the universe – that if a strong enough computer was made we could simulate the entirety of the universe. Having a knowledge of the effect that our perception has over the fundamental gears of our universe, I fail to understand how one could illuminate their life without a love of God. You think that it is a chance that solely humans have the power to control probability in a cause-effect universe? Humans do not have free will in the traditional sense. 10th dimensional probability particles control the decay of radioactive atoms; the origin of choice. If you take all of the data for our universe, you could attempt to solve everything but would fall short because of the power of perception. Every event in our lives – everything we have ever experienced, has led up to this moment. Our actions are guided by the stimulus of neurons in our brains. The decay of atoms is the only true “random” thing in this universe.; thus if free-will is to exist, it would be our souls in the 10th dimension as probability particles. The start conditions for our universe and the decay of atoms as observed by the humanities are the control group for the equation that is our universe. Nothing has probability because in a cause effect universe nothing is random. What happens happens and always will happen. You can predict the outcome of a coin flip 100% of the time if you have all the information. “What did bother Einstein was the prospect of real indeterminism, built deep into the underlying laws of physics. This kind of indeterminism would make it impossible for even an all-knowing being to perfectly predict the outcome of any event. It was this kind of indeterminism that seemed to be present in the new theory of quantum mechanics”. and the backbone of the universe and the kernel-level processes of our existence is the deterministic outcome of atomic radiation and 10th dimensional superimposed dielectric Newtonian-particles. perception is the probability that we see but time is a branching tree of not random events but random 10th dimensional events of the decisions of quasi-omniscience beings (our souls) in effecting the suggestible numeric values of our universe to our wills. The equation of our universe is incomplete because a perception of our astral selves perceiving us changes their perceptions and so on. The foundation of our universe is in the 10th dimension, Kether, where we all exist, superimposed, as probability particles. The 10th dimensional, superconscious of the humanities reigns judgement over the perceivably random pieces of our cosmic equation; decaying the atoms in our brains to last choice and statistical credence to the expanding dogma of scientific probabilitication. Mechanical super permutations of dielectric theory over the bubble of randomness defined by the vector cloud of orthonormal electrons create the observable events we calculate or attempt to, today. you lack the adequate astral control over your probable self to decay to a realization to the independency of our spectral theorem basis. you call me absurd for saying all is part of the control group but you? The humanities and our perception are the clue in for the physical systems of our universe. The eye of 10th dimensional occupancy gives illumination to the deterministic or lack thereof in our universe. You are a daft retard. Fundamental “limits” must be placed for the old ideas of determinism to be met, but now lend credence to differing arguments for a lack of control in the universe. Kochen-Specker theorem may help in understanding this, but to put in layman’s terms; the incompleteness of our current understanding shackles us from approaching a true answer for what lies beyond the 10th dimension. as a linear line of thought, 10th dimensionally we control the probability of our fates through atomic decay with eons of knowledge of past, current, future and tangent time on a multi-dimensional plane. Growing closer to this knowledge as a physical lifeform should be our cosmic goal. the illusion of free-will, which if you then calculate for perception again changes in the upper dimensions- allowing for an actual freedom of expression that does not exist in the lower planes.  

Our 10th dimensional selves are smiling. Enjoy your 4/20.

Just generally sick of hearing “kill all men” – everyone saying they have a different reasoning and explanation as to why/what they are saying and I’m just like “mf would you kill George Floyd?” Mostly just sick of women saying outrageous things to get attention, but what else is new? The worst is when they have justified to themselves that what they are saying is correct, ie “we don’t mean actually commit murder and kill all men – we’re saying kill what it means to be a man. Toxic masculinity”. The implication there is that all masculinity is toxic; and even if that isn’t the point, you could say the exact same thing about toxic femininity or toxic black communities – but the second you say “kill all women”/”kill all blacks”, someone is going to want your head. The blatant hypocrisy and double standards rampant in the world right now is evidence of a decline in IQ (not education). A lot of these crazy politics are coming from the top. All these men are fucking whipped these days. Women have just as much power in this world as men – they just have it in very different ways. less immediately apparent ways. just as it can be easy to say “the world is ruled by men” when you look at, say a list of US presidents, it is easy to say “men are stronger/smarter than women”. We know the second to be not true. On average men are stronger than women, but that is not only the case. Point being that these “power structures” are both easily identified while we all know that men aren’t better than women. women can do/are better than men in a number of tasks and the same can be said for the power structure of our planet. empires have risen and fallen because of the actions of lone women. so please just stfu. Daji was Zhou’s wife. She was so beloved by Zhou that he would fulfill her every request. So, she would ask him to have people tortured because she got off on that. Daji had an affair. Zhou killed a whole bunch of people, and the people had an uprising from all of the peasants Zhou had been torturing for Daji. In the simplest caveman society scale, if a woman needs food and she is not as strong as the man who can get the food – she still gets food because she has power over the man. The “fairer sex” has an undeniable amount of power over men. Biology is solely a standard for creating an average case. Yes, there are women that are stronger than some men. Yes there are men that are better caretakers than some women. point being that each sex has inherent strengths. I see them to equal out. You on the other hand don’t value the strength women have over men. the way you see it is unless a woman has an electoral position over a man, then she is not equal. women can take power just as men can be caretakers. a society full of male caretakers and women in position is fine – assuming everything is still getting done right. point being that you have said everything short of “biologically men are better than women” and you’ve done nothing to defend that besides saying “uh well it is degrading to women” – nigga there are women that love sex work. is that a degrading job? not necessarily. the fairer sex has that power to do sex work and to do it good. The same goes with women with power over men in other ways. if you looked at the world as a whole and chose the strongest people, 99/100 it is going to be a man. There is nothing wrong with the one woman. I see it as a good thing. She is better at biology. The same can be said for women in gov’t. it is a good thing if they are good for it, but that will not fit the “average case” and you’re not acknowledging their power as anything other than degrading. Power and control in the world is often something full of nuance. Women especially have powers in nuanced ways. Just as all peoples are equal in different ways – so are men and women equal. Don’t move the goal post; you know I’m right.

I got a phone call from an old friend, a fellow soldier. Hold that thought, we never did anything cool. We were both IT guys. “Soldier” didn’t reach farther than the clothes we wore to work. As distance and time goes, we stopped talking; it must have been six years now. Time had made my life dull and melancholy; I continued to sit behind computers and cut the threads holding me to a world beyond them. He had given up on IT work – not for any complex reason. He moved back home where the internet was still measured in the kilobytes per second and streaming a 480p video would eat the bandwidth of the whole block. He told me about it on boring days – “one of the few places in the States untouched by the technocalypse”. It was something I yearned for; I’d seep into any story he told, immersing myself. My childhood was sold away to cushy billionaires – suburbia, where rent is low and commute is fast. The whole thing was transcendental in my mind. I could feel it like it was in my hands – as if I had lived it in a past life. Sleeping under the stars, schools where everyone knew each other’s names, having the town sheriff over for dinner – bliss. I never felt envious though, only humbled. He told me he was getting married to his high school sweetheart – how stereotypical. I congratulated him, “so where’s my invite?”. He laughed and explained that I was more than welcome to lodge with him. The things I had planned were stupid. I needed to live a little like him. I began packing immediately. I had a single minded focus. I drove and slept and drove some more. He was already there to greet me at my arrival. We embraced and he showed me his property. Then I saw her. She wore an olive button up and simple slacks – mud stains adorning both. The blouse fit loosely to her slender form. Her features were a mix of strong and weak, healthy and worn. Her short hair swept by the breeze and scraggly, arms smooth as if they were just sandblasted; she had a soft face and sad eyes. She embodied the word nubile. I looked back to my escort. He grinned at me daintily. Never before had I had such an urge to kill a man. 

Should the ultimate goal of our lives be happiness? Maybe but obviously, if you happiness is at the expense of others’, that is a problem – or is it? From a utilitarian perspective, average happiness with a reasonable standard deviation is ideal, but if we factor in time as well – things get more iffy. If you ever experience a number of large life changes in a small amount of time, there is only one thing you can consistently fall back on… your “code”. Be it values, faith, tradition, etc; a core series of beliefs is all you will maintain in the worst cases. Loved ones can die – civilization can collapse, but we must remain vigilant to adversity and strong in our personal systems. America has a such code, but a very weak one – our unalienable rights. States abridging, reevaluating and redacting our second amendment; the patriot act dismantling our freedom, and the advent of the internet – ToS’s having the balls of speech in a vice. Ultimately, this in tandem with a society of selfish, apathetic idealists leads to the total collapse of western life. The children born now will never see a coffee bean nor the gracious protection and preservation of romantic symbolism and decency. A complete appeal to the natural world and the tradition that paraded with it for centennials, is the simplest and cleanest way to stop the downward spiral of progressive thought. Premarital sex may make you happy, but it’s consequences are more than you can fathom. A close-nit family is always more cohesive; same is true for a close-nit people. The universe has been cooling for hundreds of millions of years, and one things that remains constant across that span of time is that is that the universe breeds novelty/complexity. From atoms to molecules, solar systems and planets, cellular life to multi-cellular life; the universe breeds novelty. Western life and whiteness is the most novel thing thus far. Anything that expands complexity is good, anything that retards it is to be looked at very closely. Hegelian dialectics is a hoax. Hegel was paid by the German gov’t during WWI to create pro-war propaganda and philosophy. Synthesis is not a perfect fusion of two unlike things – it is compromise. When one is preaching the Lord’s word, compromise is always defeat. Synthesis exists in gene pools too. By race mixing, we destroy the racial and cultural diversity that makes our world and universe so wonderful. An aquarium would seize to function if all the fish were put in the same tank. A painter would lose his palette if all of the colors were mixed together. Birds of a feather flock together. Blue birds with blue birds, and red with red. It is pure novelty. All races of men are not to live under the same roof. It is regressive to the will of the universe.

idk if I am just projecting but I feel like 90% of Christians don’t actually believe in God. Like when you are a kid you play pretend doctor and you play pretend with action figures and come up with vivid scenarios in your mind; and when you grow up you stop playing pretend and just pretend to still believe – just in different things. The idea of tradition in family values, society, culture, etc are being torn down left and right. [Redacted] posted some shit on Instagram yesterday about how being LGBTQ+ is cool if you are Christian. Nothing but backwards ass logic and quoting unrelated passages. The idea of deconstructing Christianity as to have no more traditions leaves nothing but your actual beliefs. “Oh so you might not agree with all of the rules and think some of them are just outdated, but you still belief in the death and resurrection right?” I feel like in large part, we are told by our teachers, celebrities, entertainers, mentors that I belief in anything not backed by science and logic and proof is a mentally ill view. To believe in anything that isn’t spoon feed to you is mental illness. If anything, I feel Christianity (for the most part) is purely a dogmatic thing in current year. A way to feel like part of a group and to have a somewhat solid structure for your life. Values in morals – yet these clash with the subtext of globalist media and cultural marxism. I feel like most of these “Atheist Christians” never admit it to themselves because of an impressionistic/primal fear of hell. As long as the (((narrative))) doesn’t push the idea of questioning a likelihood of a higher power too much, they will continue to be sheep. “Oh I know the big bang is a thing and I halfway believe in it – but I think God made it happen”. Seriously shut the hell up. You are down with every single foundation of your religion being trashed, but as long as they let you have “God did the Big Bang” you’re good? We are 2 steps away from an atheist society.

Your life doesn’t matter,

so just make things easier for yourself and agree with me on everything.

Paraemotional Interest and Linear Thought

The roots of human understanding is contrast. Recognizing a pattern of light refractive differences from water and an alligator or grass and a snake; it helps us survive. Microevolution is to thank. People’s unable to recognize such simplistic departures aren’t part of our modern gene pool. Categorization and comparison helps us to understand ourselves, eachother, the world and the greater universe.

The universe has been cooling for hundreds of millions of years, and one thing that remains constant across that span of time is that the universe breeds novelty/complexity. From atoms to molecules, solar systems and planets, cellular life to multicellular life; the universe breeds novelty. Men and women have many genetic and physically observable differences – besides the obvious.

As mammals, women go through gestation or pregnancy. Utilitarian thought would say that in a genetic scheme, a woman that lives to reproduce is good. Because of this, a “successful” woman is left relatively vulnerable for the majority of her adult life. Men on average are stronger than women for this reason. “Successful” men have to provide (to clarify, this is all from a prehistoric caveman esq perspective as we are talking about the development of current biological differences) for
their mate.

This same aspect can, to a much lesser extent, be applied to race. Some might boldly disagree with this. “It isn’t a biological phenomenon, it’s a social myth”. Given that, to a certain degree of certainty, a DNA test can tell you your race; I disagree. Not to mention face level observable differences like bone structure, muscle density, and skin tone. Outliers exist in most sets, but averages are still very important. Maybe average intelligence?

The Bell Curve (1994) sites a 50/50 genetics/environmental correlation for IQ. Under more “natural” circumstances, this would be 100% cultural. Racial phenotypes form from geographical distance. People adapt to their circumstances. People’s living in Northern Europe will have to be better at time-dependent problem solving. “We’ll salt this amount of meat, make clothing for warmth with this, etcetera etcetera”. In layman’s terms, African prospects required quantity over quality in terms of offspring – throwing everything at the wall and seeing what sticks.

Western life and whiteness is the most novel thing thus far. Anything that expands complexity is good, anything that retards it is to be looked at very closely. Consider it an appeal to nature – fuck you. “Diversity is our strength”. I fully agree with this statement. Diversity is one of the most wonderful things in the world. It plays back into the contrast that our minds are built around. I love the zoo as well as the aquarium. They neatly display a few of the plentiful wonders that exist on our blue marble – but what if it wasn’t so neat? What if someone got lazy? “Let’s save room and put all the fish in one tank”. This would not only make it harder to find things, but much more importantly all the fish would start killing each other. Sometimes this is normal; typical predator prey situations. But other times, it is because that geographical gap has been broken.

All emotions exist on the spectrum of fear and love. All fear is a fear of death, and death makes us afraid of the unknown. The uncertainty has consumed more lives than any plague. “No when you die ‘a,b,c’” “Fuck you; when you die ‘x,y,z’”. When put into high stress situations, people instinctively turn to the people that “look like them” – it is our nature. It is a trait we have adopted, not from “evil” culture but, from racial dimorphism.

If you had a cool dad or cub scout leader or teacher, you’ve likely heard the phrase “it (in reference to an animal) is just as afraid of you as you are of it”. Animals act out much like us. The one tank aquarium would quickly diminish. To preserve diversity requires “boundaries” – rather diversity is at risk, so we need to preserve/bring back boundaries.

By race mixing, we destroy the racial and cultural diversity that makes our world and universe so wonderful. An aquarium would cease to function if all the fish were put in the same tank. A painter would lose his palette if all of the colors were mixed together.

Maintaining/expanding novelty isn’t hard, rather there are forces working against it – a narrative. We rationalize these perspectives with linear thinking. When you assemble an engine, a novice will follow the step; 1 then 2 then 3 etcetera. But then ask the novice what any of it does – what any of it is. Someone more adept will see the pieces of the engine not as steps waiting to be followed, but systematically/cyclically. The pieces come together as part of a greater system. This same logic can be applied to every aspect of our lives. Sadly, not many do.

Systemic thought has been eroded. Anyone who grew up with Common Core can concur – assuming they have managed this far. Think the slippery slope fallacy… no don’t. No question has a true yes or no. It is the imprecision of our language. It is impressionistic and hazy. Our language is ill-prepared for inner dialogue, let alone any intelligent dialogue.

A picture isn’t worth a thousand words; a picture can’t be described. You can talk about it for days and no one will ever get the full picture – yet a computer can. A computer can manage because it speaks a different language. We walk the line of romanticism and logic. It breeds rumination. People groups are being pushed together. Watch any current year news program. America is the melting pot of ideas – even the Melting Pot is a stolen idea. Our politicians are all lobbyists, the media is completely owned by a single group of people, the Bilderberg Group, neuro-linguistic programing and subliminal propaganda. Complete regression to cattle. “Work, wage-slave!” ; “Race-mix, goyem!”. True dialogue has been obliterated.

Animals are in a constant struggle against the environment. We aren’t. We are “advanced”. Instead of worrying about the next meal, I am worried about moving to an even bigger house – owning an even faster car. Why do we need a social hierarchy anymore? The CEO of your company may have entire rooms of their house that go mostly untouched while homeless veterans shiver on the streets. If this were a lion pack, the homeless would be helped by the ones with more than enough home.

Communalism is dead. We are now all obsessed with our own material advancement. Most of us aren’t struggling, yet we don’t help those who are unless they are family. A close-nit family is always more cohesive; the same is true for a close-nit people. Whether or not you will acknowledge it, I will tell you the truth; you aren’t helping the homeless man (really helping, a dollar doesn’t count) because he doesn’t look like you. You are reacting with fear rather than love. You give him a dollar to make him go away.

When your father took you to the playground, do you think he loved you or the other kids there more? “Me obviously”. Does that mean he hates the other kids there? “No obviously”. It is because you are kin. Try, in your mind, to apply that same unconditional love to your “greater” family – your race. Expansion of thought from other cultures is still very important, but that is why colleges and events like the Olympics exist.

You can definitely still help other countries, but not before helping your own kind. It is simple protectionism. When a bully does a transgressive act against me, I think “fuck that guy”. When my friend/family does a transgressive act against me, I worry. “Jesus dudes what’s going on?”. You worry because you love. The people that get most upset with the countries they live in, are the people that love their countries the most. When my brother falls, I fall. Seeing race as another system in the novelty of this novelous universe is key.

I’m walking in a sea of green, barefoot. Nothing has been maintained for years, and my feet disappear into nature’s bosom. As I walk, I feel a stone strike the inner arch of my foot. I continue walking as if nothing has happened. Nothing has or will bother me. My eyes stay fixed on my destination. From here, the true magnitude of the sky is esclipled – in fact, my vision allround is obscured. The density of the flora could convince me that nothing lies beyond this spot. Even the sun is struggling to participate in my slice of the Earth. I’m wearing corduroy pants, and the bottom edge of my pant legs are damp from the fresh dew. Similarly, my shirt has dampened with sweat – heavy, but more than barabled. I continue to feel as fresh as Spring itself. I could have just swapped pollen with a honey bee – maybe become a part of nature myself. At any second, I could peacefully melt and mesh with the soil. I could be food for the simering seeds of the new year. These feelings engulf me; they mix with the sweat now forming on my chest. I don’t feel “one with nature” – rather nature is one with me. It extends from my body. A purple mist radiates from my presents. It labels this bit of land – and more importantly, life as my own. I am in the driver’s seat. I am in control. Yet, this moment can only be felt and captured in the reflection of an overgrowth. What is really happening here? I’m just walking in the woods. These thoughts come and go as quick as reading a sentence – lost in an instant. My feet continue to move, and I continue to muse in my own being.

The reality is that there is something foreign here. In this pocket of nature, something isn’t right. I am not just a being that exists; I live to validate my existence. Dominion. While I control matter, the things I can see and touch and hold and destroy, my thoughts control me. A continuous stream of chatter. I am a husk of a man. Every breath is one I regret. How much has time distorted? Every second dragged out by the peanut gallery, makes seconds turn to hours in my walk. I have goals. My goal right now is within sight. I’m walking underwater and might get pulled further downstream. This is a battle of will – but much like sleep, the harder I try yada yada yada. I begin to think about my legs. This is a thought process I’ve had before – of how they take me place to place. They never complain, they never ask questions, and for the most part; I think of a destination, and they take me there. I appreciated my legs… in as much a way as you can. At this moment, they lead me to my desire. A clashing of sword and shield, the anthesis to my aura. An abstraction, enigma, outside my comprehension. I seek to know all. Biology, chemistry, physics, mathematics; all fall within rules. Concrete things that exist on pen and paper. Sociology is outside my field of expertise. It’s a dichotomy, a thorned rose. It carries grace, while I stomp like an ogre. Have I really been walking that loud? I brush against every weed but only notice it now. Is it that noticeable? The sound is more than audible. I suddenly feel the desire to groom myself. I’m a wild animal trying to impress a mate.

Time is now moving as normal – scratch that, this isn’t normal. She moves in slow motion. Her figure bends in a comforting way. If the breeze picked up, she could disappear like the subtlety of my breath against the godrays. The vegetation and foliage bends and warps; it is given new life from her presence. My reaction is diametric. My brain is undervolted. Thoughts slur together, and I am intoxicated. Approaching a woman is a lot like approaching a cliff. Your perspective changes in an instant. You become incompassed in the vastness of the surroundings. False steps are easy and deadly; and I feel sick.

Anyone that manages to find consistent happiness in their day to day is either incredibly lucky, invariably deranged, or astonishingly stupid.

We must transcend our notions of causality. There is incredible synchronicity in the universe that makes causality quaint.