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|One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star. -Nietzsche|
December 4, 2013
Anita thought I was some combination of paranoid, exaggerating, or crazed radical ten years ago when I described my experience in grocery stores as a perusal of aisles where 99% of the merchandise was actively harmful.
The offerings were low quality calories, preservative laden manufactured products, frozen junk, bulk junk, sugar water, and compromised efforts that ruined what could have been perfectly good food. If you wanted something healthy and nutritional you'd find almost nothing of the sort in a grocery store.
That was a long time ago. I've since become more critical, enacting total war against carbs and sugar. My health and fitness only increase. Ruthless discrimination exclusively favors food that once lived. A simple directness seeks unprocessed vegetables and meats, the same diet my grandparents and their grandparents ate.
We are not the modern obese and must discard their methods of certain failure.
Can Do, Will Do
Complaints and whining are unattractive. On that basis alone they may be abolished. Their opposite is unrelenting determination and stoic honor in accomplishing the essential. It takes focus and exertion, soon forgotten and replenished, while the task and goal remains attained.
Non-trivial achievements require some effort. Diverse approaches with known outcomes can be chosen.
We are always in darkness, needing our light and exploration to make sense of what is around us and graspable. Declaring the navigation of this maze of shadows hard and then quitting because no one will tell us every answer is not a pragmatic solution. Instead, those who are curious and want answers begin exploring and gradually determine the landscape and its contours to assemble a picture of the world and its potentials. You must figure things out for yourself and perform the needed labor, and in doing so you become a fierce unstoppable force made equal to any challenge.
This mindset makes everything possible, and soon there is little point to most conversation, an idle foreplay remaining safely distanced and theoretical. We need only take action to fulfill each potential already recognized.
Your 401(k) is probably useless
The 401(k) is a tax deferred investment vehicle allowing you to invest income that is untaxed at the time of investment so it can grow faster, and then taxed upon eventual withdrawal. This sounds like a sensible way to plan for the future, until you think about the purpose of money and consider the likely government conditions at the time of your retirement.
By the time you retire, decades of persistent deficits and the continued acceleration in government debt can be expected to result in a very high tax rate or even confiscation of retirement plans in order to support more borrowing and spending to win votes from party demographics.
If you accept this outlook, then the prospect of being taxed now at 40% is a bargain compared to perhaps 75% or higher upon retirement, wiping out most of your earnings. Even getting any of your money back from a retirement plan is not certain, as fund confiscation could be ideologically justified as making people more equal and helping those who, much like the government, are not fiscally responsible or capable of earning money.
Further, keeping your funds at hand means you will likely be able to transfer them to another country if confiscatory policies are looming, as long as you act before escape is made impossible.
Amassing a few million dollars that only become available when you turn 65 means you can pay the medical expenses of your final years, but this glorious promise of wealth isn't worth waiting for, as your best years will be behind you. Are you going to finally get around to seeing the world when your knees and back can't go far, confining you to a docile tourist's surface existence? Are you going to enjoy the moments spent with other sexy senior citizens who are also curious and finally free to explore? You'll be worn out from a long life of labor, but loaded with money that can't buy you a good experience.
You can save most of the same money now and allocate it in investments that earn income, while always having your nest egg at hand. You can retire at any age you're ready. You don't have to tie up your money and wait until a certain age to have it given back to you.
Money is most valuable when young, giving you options to live, love, and venture. The current system not only wants you to wait, it will probably penalize you for doing so, as do most opportunities.
Some of us do well alone, better than if forced to be around others. Our direction is clear. We know our value and what we need to do for at least the next 500 years, perpetually triaging so the essential receives our attention.
We are happy to not be involved and remain unneeded, not squander even our consciousness or senses on the extraneous. Life is simple -- we honor it by pursuing only what is ours.
"A strong nature feels itself brought into the world for its own development, and not for the approbation of the public."This nature is commonly misunderstood. The oversocialized often take it as a personal reflection on them, or a critical attack. We take no such interest and accuse no one. Our pragmatic instinct has existed from birth and displays itself prominently in childhood, unbroken by socialization, never falling into crippled contradiction.
What is it only we can do? It may not have value to others, and we don't believe we are saving the world (or that the world needs saving) but can take the form of a quality prank call, an argument no one else has offered, or a funny speech that warms the room after a barrage of formulaic babble.
It isn't introversion. We are gregarious when among the right group, withdrawn and silent if the group is a bore. Many of us are familiar with stages and podiums, enjoying the elicitation of laughter from a large audience or performing a song worth hearing. Complex theories to explain provisionality are clever ways to wrongly understand a simple disposition.
We measure value, meaning, and future outcomes. Accordingly, we reject proposals based on hope and other sleights of hand.
We assume we have only ourselves, thus self-impose high standards. What others do is neither in our powers to control, nor of any particular concern. Perhaps our goals and purpose overlap for a while and we can work together for mutual gain. Perhaps we ask similar questions in search for answers. Perhaps we can go far and should. These are not objections.
We go on our way, and others are welcome as well.
Establish the tone, a focused tube distortion interspersed with harmonics, squeals, screams, and a surging, erupting wah.
Neither candy nor fuzzblast, but an honest crispness -- direct and resolute.
The music is tight, wasting no space with fluff, sensibly structured yet not simplistically patterned, suggesting a direction but subtle in its journey. It has something important and fresh to say. It breathes, using silence to separate the building blocks of its paced phrasing, never lazily stringing together an overstretched spew of noised junk delivered with jackhammer monotony.
Bass and drums fuse into Siamese twin engines propelling the unstoppable galactic craft. Bass indicates the boundaries and key points of the melodic range while connecting segments and pushing the flow onward; drums working the undeniable pulse.
All truth is in art. Be skeptical of anyone who doesn't prefer what is best, even in mainstream choices like food, pop music, and film.
If she doesn't sing, dance, or play an instrument, cut her off. Lost souls flutter and waver at the edges, unable to plunge into essentiality and love eternity. Life is too short to tolerate the inartistic.
Pay to Play
I enjoy watching a good scam develop, and will hang in for as long as possible before having to cut bait.
Recently, a young woman approached me at a gas station and asked for money. She had a nice German sportscar with tint and aftermarket rims, and explained the house she and her husband had was foreclosed upon and they now lived in the car with their young child. This was either a story of reckless budgeting or a curious new scam that seemed to have no great payoff.
After inquisitive questioning to elicit the storyline, I gave her some money to push the swindle sequence along, but nothing more came. She went inside the convenience store and purchased a soda with her newly won gas money.
Perhaps people who overextend themselves on cars and houses and then buy soda are penalized for disorganization and unrealistic expectations.
In gods we trust -- spiritually we have full faith in what the gods prepare us to face, but for daily practical matters we rely upon our legs to traverse long distances.
Legs are built into dependable oaks that power your voyage no matter where it must go, prepared to run like a cheetah, jump clear over obstacles, and unhesitatingly squat and deadlift great weight without dread. Our belief is strengthened by knowledge, making a rim to rim hike in snow and mud a matter of willing legs repeating a familiar motion in service to spirit.
Neither Interesting Nor Meaningful
Google is pushing a new product and obedient consumers are intrigued. A video screen in the form of glass allows you to constantly acquire the latest trivial information. Want to read the summarily abridged digressions of confused minds? Are you up on what your friends are eating for lunch? What about the current celebrity headlines, overseas catastrophes, and which children were abducted five states away? Also the latest sports scores are in, and democratic politics still produces the worst results yet we pretend they can be reformed and one day will achieve the idealistic beneficial aims they promise. Now you can pulverize your consciousness with endless updates of the inconsequential.
Imagine what it would be like if TV actually were good. It would be the end of everything we know.
No new information is needed to live a great day, but pressure is exerted to reduce reality to an aggregation of information, making everything immediate and without purpose. This flat representation is semi-factual, but without any relevancy to your life. Some are willing to suck it down to never have a thought or calm moment, always reacting to the extraneous.
"Do no evil" was ambitious. At best, information is banal, the hidden evil of its pointless flood being the destruction of meaning.
How To Get Where You're Going
The explanation must be treated with skepticism - what person wanting to seem reasonable, rational, benevolent, and harmless does not describe their sole intent as wanting to get to the truth? And yet, almost none come close, but instead we immediately see contradictory motives emerge, swarm, and prevail with unrelenting brutality, with the most basic curiosity for truth remaining arrested, not to mention the destruction or perhaps total absence of passion and rudimentary interest.
If you want truth, you must take on and live its experiments, for these alone are transformative, causing you to leave behind all who safely attempt nothing and accordingly lose everything.
Are you willing to abandon those going nowhere so you can arrive where you must? No one will help you and at most you will encounter lucky finds from other explorers who left markers as they passed through places you must see for yourself.
We know how to achieve any result. What of those who are motionless, lost, resigned, or perpetually asleep? In older eras we could spur them with reason, telling them they need a positive outcome, what directions they could go, or how to better themselves. None of these any longer work, as the barrier for getting through has grown high, perhaps impenetrably so, in turn making us doubt teaching and our duty as physicians. There is much to do and we wish to be with those who know this, not pointlessly entangled with opponents, indifferents, or do-nothings.
Our warm souls can seem cruelly cold, for we skip social drama and cut to conclusions. We judge which vessels will arrive and which will capsize at sea or in harbor. Most are not seaworthy -- this is not our doing or anything we can prevent, but recognition over which no tears can be shed. We only care for what will be, having no desire for soothing by delusional dreams of imaginary worlds.
At our destination we meet others who have gotten there. All who didn't we won't meet -- nothing has been lost. We all end up where we deserve.
You are born alone and will die alone. There is much to do in the middle.
'Why so hard?' the kitchen coal once said to the diamond; 'for are we not close relations?'
You control only yourself. The rest vacillate and are blown about by the preoccupations of the moment and customs of the day.
They remain oblivious to the eternal. They will never do anything interesting or find anything good. If you adopt their lifestyle and lack of a worldview, neither will you.
Future Movie Plot
A petroleum geologist with a background in mantle cores is studying a Russian claim about oil generation. Through meditation, thought experiments, and heavy hallucinogens, he hypothesizes that oil is a necessary stabilizer of tectonic plate and the absence of oil increases stresses throughout the system. Though initially considering this idea whimsically, he finds correlation and causation for the extraction of oil and the growing increase in occurrences and severity of earthquakes, particularly in areas of high oil extraction.
He gradually uncovers the material scientific explanation for this phenomena. Other scientists validate and contribute additional findings. Earthquake escalations appear during the skepticism and in-fighting. Consensus forms around the theory and it is determined that we must immediately and reluctantly put oil back into the earth and divert oil produced by genetically modified algae to restore balance to its previous conditions.
No happy ending. Our folly was short-term ignorance borrowing against long-term reality.
Power to the people. We can spy too, and perhaps will become the spying apparatus of the future, efficiently and cheaply collecting information, pictures, and conversations on fellow citizens and reselling it to corporations and governments.
Why have privacy or any semblance of a society when you could have beer money in exchange for collectively destroying civilization?
But then there are benefits too. Nothing is ever too one sided. The weapons government uses against citizens eventually become used by citizens against government, offering some slight defense and means of empowerment by which to fight back.
In many places, police cars are outfitted with license plate readers that scan all passing plates. This has the side effect of tracking private travel.
As technology like rear view cameras become mainstream in consumer grade vehicles, license plate scanners could as well. This would allow citizens to spy on other citizens to share that information with companies and authorities, but more importantly could detect and track police cars, including unmarked police vehicles that had ever been at least once witnessed using police lights by any citizen.
Using networked traffic applications like Waze allows police cars to not only be tracked, but indexed and shared, even notifying all citizens with a particular radius or trajectory of a police vehicle.
There would no longer be a need to look around for hidden cop cars or have uncertainty when being followed by a driver behaving strangely. You'd be free again to drive without predation.
Smart Phone Birth Control
The third wheel interloper is the smart phone. Adopting progress means allowing this jealous peeping Tom and idle gossiper to interrupt at any time for the most trivial reasons. Intrusions not just tolerated, but now de rigueur, the overthrow of taste and decency in exchange for receiving the neurotic fragmented ejaculations of the lost, confused, and directionless.
Private moments are prevented. You can't have a couples night out. You can't even have intimate evenings, mornings, or restful sleep. Days are redirected from goals to reactions. The bored babbling fat friends must cut in with their purposeless drama at all moments, and though there is never a payoff, idiotic texts arrive at all hours. If attention is paid to the phone, everything real dies.
How could you have a conversation with someone when you know it will be immediately interrupted by vapid third-party chatter? You move on, only to experience the same or find her nerding out for attention with a photoshopped picture or vague self-promotion seeking affirmation that she has not yet rotted on the vine. There is a problem, and the uninvested insincere affirmation of a crowd will not help identify or correct it, but only leads further towards disaster, the real answer being socially prohibited as sanctioned malfeasance. Enjoy the false soothing explanations, the only ones still allowed.
You're not getting pregnant so long as you're attached to that phone. If some guy is able to tolerate you for the night, you're still too habitual to support a relationship, or at least intimacy. It could be otherwise if you ignored the phone and focused on life, but most don't.
Sterility through technology is an innovative renunciation of not just sexuality, but humanity, passion, health, intention, and joy.
Getting Past Sugar
If you use sugar in your tea or coffee, you're drinking lousy tea and coffee. Sugar is a cheap attempt to compensate for lacking flavor.
To get beyond soda, switch to flavored carbonated water or drink water with fresh lemon or lime added.
Sugar is a childish sweetening devoid of subtlety, nuance, complexity, and cleanliness. The cravings you feel are from a poor diet.
Go to one of the world's best restaurants to get a sense of what is possible. You won't return to junk food and sugar.
Who knows what we're made of? Probably strange constituencies, qua virtus dormitiva.
Some people process alcohol as if opiates, becoming not cloudy and intoxicated, but focused with the imminent and beckoning (and thus obligatory), finding the extraneous blissfully cleared away.
So many ways to meet God, and once experienced you can never go back, all else colored by what you know. You can call it all nonsense and attribute it to substance, but substance was only a facilitator, perhaps little more than a forced exception to habits, routines, and mental patterns grown into rigid OCD regularity.
You cannot sense or comprehend what you don't already know. External attribution is illusory and cowardice. You can only get out what is already therein - all thought and revelation was always within you.
Philosophy of Taxation
Let's say I can earn $100 tending the lawn of a neighbor. Upon receipt of this money, I have to pay the government a third as taxes.
What is the theory of this taxation?
Government would be better if it explained its purpose and costs instead of merely presenting bills that must be paid, imposed by force.
The structure was hollowed from the inside, made frail and malnourished. Wrecked and too apparent to deny, they hold still and pretend all is as ever, whispering soothing lies that everything will be okay.
They affirm every botch, failure, and compromise as wonderful, for to criticize implies someone could have done better. Demonstrative results prove otherwise, obviating debate.
Nothing materializes except perpetual struggle, loss, and self-defeat. Desperation provokes desperate actions, the unnecessary deemed essential, the essential ignored, the inoperable assigned demands it can't possibly perform, and with all direction lost, escape is sought in a haze of fantastical delusion.
It cannot endure inspection, so defends against it.
The chaos is interesting in that it gives an endless supply of new problems to push back against -- always work to do, accepted as important so long as you don't trace its origins to inherent structural defects that even a government inspector could immediately notice.
This trivial toil achieves nothing and drives away all purposeful activity. Operose nihil agunt!
The once-taut thread begins to fray. The implications are too apparent. You try to reason with it, then sensing defenses, switch to manipulation and pacification. Maybe it will turn aright or come to sudden awareness? Can life prevail? -- surely, assuming the malignant and chaotic spontaneously self-organizes to eternal principles.
The boat noticeably takes on too much water; they turn manipulation and pacification on themselves to avoid the psychological damage of the needless spectacle. Denial is a delicious opiate.
This is why truly devoted terrorists blow themselves up.
Pot Luck Feast
We can have dinner anywhere. I've eaten in the world's best restaurants and enjoyed life changing food, the essential aspect being tasty, soulful, and well executed. What are you bringing tonight that deserves my attention?
When you are not the special snowflake you imagine, you are easily replaced, or ignored.
Soon we'll all be dead forever. Meanwhile, we wait in traffic staring at the cars ahead of us, all slowly dying together.
Most of the people in this mess elected the current leaders. The rest voted for others whose leadership would have yielded the same results. Are the leaders unaware of traffic and other issues? Or merely unable to help? Or unconcerned?
A longer look at democracy shows this isn't new or unexpected. Elections are won by popularity, not effective ideas or truth. Most prefer wonderful fantasies to truth. These fantasies are temporarily sustained by deficit spending and the eternal promise that good and sustainable results are coming soon, only for the meantime more debt and the outlawing of superior alternatives is necessary.
We must also forget better results that have been achieved in the past and turn a blind eye to those achieved presently in other nations.
First lies and promises, then fraud to maintain the appearance of those lies, then the represented and the next few generations must face debt enslavement for the crimes of others.
If there are such things as demons, they are the political class.
What is the real reality? And how do its actors tell it? Typically from a non-transcendent narrative.
It is transmitted as a fable in which they, the innocent heroes, are forced to do battle with hideous evil that victimizes them. Their solemn faith in the kind justice of the universe helps them prevail against atrocities and slay the beast.
They are certain they are not the beasts. They are angelic underdogs and idealized forms with pure motives.
They don't create the situations that cause their misery. They are somehow pulled into all disaster against their will by some external wicked force.
To be believed, they must invent a mysterious world that doesn't exist and convince listeners about mystical forces, projected motives, and a complex string of magical cause and effect. Without those, the phony explanation can't begin.
And if you laugh at the absurd props and victim ideology, preferring instead to use the ordinary relations observable and known in the actual world, the banality of this dishonorable tale reveals itself plainly.
They coined the phrase "perception is reality" and set about their work to control perception, admitting not only a single purpose for their propagandistic vision, but total disregard for any semblance of actuality.
Older nations that have not progressed to using new terminology for age-old concepts remain anchored in a classical understanding of what things are, rather than adopting newly ascribed values from political and social beliefs. This reluctance to discard knowledge in favor of neologisms is often reported as troubling and problematic by social engineers who want to redefine reality contrary to its plainly evident substance and relations that have been observed for generations. They would rather present a new fantasy-based reality, created by the way you imagine things should be, contrary to nature and rationality, and will use any means to force you to believe it, defend it against analysis, internalize its beliefs, repeat its mantras, and attempt to view the world through its twisted lenses as if they were normal or good.
If an idea is expressed that is contrary to this programming, the loyal listener declares concern for the danger a communicated idea might cause, usually feigned belief in imminent violence and destruction (though there are few or no cases of this reaction). Given that concern, the next logical request is violent imposition of censorship and the firm punishment of the communicator. After all, who wants this guaranteed eruption of violence in their neighborhood when an improper idea breaches decorum and inevitably a righteous outburst of mayhem is compelled to follow?
Alternatively, one claims offense and insists his innocence has been violated by an idea he has never heard before and now the harm done to his chaste soul and mind cannot be restored. All good people agree such a wicked idea must be stopped from spreading further and therefore its speaker silenced, fired from his job, excluded from the community, and his freedom removed so no one else is put at risk of being offended. That the idea expressed is true, presents superior outcomes, is rationally reached from currently permitted truths, and is obvious and observable daily is not a positive defense.
This noise, like all victimhood, is a sham ritual of pretend outrage deserving of ridicule, not tolerance. We will always stand behind all honestly reached ideas they wish to censor and replace with fraud, sacrosanct ideology, fashionable beliefs, and baseless speculation.
Inept Video Game Player Convention
This weekend in beautiful Columbus, OH, disgruntled innocents will gather to discuss how the system is rigged against them.
In all video games, and especially the most important ones, no one can do well and achieve any basic marker of success. Those who demonstrate success have never reached it by thought, ability, and effort, but rather because they used cheat codes.
Historically, all those who did well have cheated or were somehow lucky and escaped the malevolent conspiracy of powerful but envious overlords. The rest sadly became victims of sinister elements that schemed against them and forced them to be whiny losers. There is simply no opportunity and no way to do anything, and those who do are cheats, and we refuse to be cheats, so the matter is settled.
Saturday's keystone speaker is Greg Limburger of The Pacific Games and Consumer Club on the topic "Would winning even be desirable?" in which he questions the culture of aspiration and transgressions of victimhood. He posits that if habits of failure were arrested, the entire victim narrative would no longer be viable, and a whole range of comfortable excuses would become delegitimized, a brutal and holocaustic removal of privilege.
Later tonight we'll gather at the cash bar to drink beer, play video games, and exchange our beliefs about the evil forces that live in the castle on the mountain. Though we are aware of their conspiracy against us, we are unable to prevent them from stealthily placing banana peels under our feet that cause us to repeatedly slip and fall, undermining our godlike abilities and preventing us from achieving just a little of what plenty of successful people do easily.
We will have revenge on them, someday somehow.
Dancing in Paris
Misunderstandings give the French a bad rap for being unfriendly to idiot tourists. Those who live in highly touristic areas become annoyed with the same thoughtless questions every day, and thus are seen as unfriendly to people who should have planned their vacation more carefully.
They further say the French are uppity and snooty because they aren't eager to speak English to tourists. It is true many are hesitant to speak English, but this is because they don't think their English is good, but it usually plenty understandable once you get them started.
There are two approaches to cracking this egg.
1. Learn enough French and use it terribly to show your French is worse than their English. They will take pity on you, and relieve mutual suffering by resorting to English.
2. Those skilled in accents and acting can jump directly to speaking in a bad European English (think third/fourth language), at which point their relatively more capable English will confidently emerge.
Dissolving The Social Contract
All this that does not serve me, but rather hinders, obstructs, or penalizes me, I must reject. May those who prefer these fetters do what they will, but I absolve myself and all others of any binding expectations.
The social contract may have once held value and rational appeal, but its worth has fled as social integrity corroded and collapsed from within. In principal, it premise remains unchanged, but in practice its effects are passively tolerant of abuse, allowing the ignoble to egregiously cheat and violate codes of honor without restraint or repercussions.
Situational awareness quickly trains for dealing with the public and its institutions. They are expected to be dysfunctional and disorganized schemes premised on trust, and thus made ripe for taking advantage by using every feigned act of propriety for presenting the illusion of fairness.
Justice and neighborly relations no longer remain, as most living spaces have grown large and diverse, reduced to little more than transactions with strangers. Perhaps those who treat all as marks and dupes are just several decades clairvoyant, drawing a pragmatic conclusion to the progressive project.
Accordingly, we must be prepared for every failure and worst case situation, as all others merely performing their function have no concern for consequences that might befall us or any notion of a wider perspective.
We must be armed as our own police force to avoid encroachments and come to our own defense. We must be inquisitive judges of the highest caliber to get to the facts of all important cases. Our backs must have the strength of mules, for we have discarded every easy answer and comfortable convention, in its place restoring the simplicity of what we are able to do, create, and discover for ourselves. Shortcuts are fraud and third-hand knowledge insufficient hearsay penetration into the facts of the world, and inaction is always an unsuitable disposition and obstructing orientation to the possibilities of the world.
We roam an ever lawless frontier, seeing every structure as a ghost town of rotted frames that once stood whole, now just dusty remains and buried corpses of men shot for questionable reasons, wrecked land of busted towns long abandoned by their founding profiteers and conmen.
That which lacks eternal value is not ours to uphold.
God, as the German Christian balancer of cosmic justice, is said to govern the entire universe, but does not interfere with the affairs of animals. Consequently, some animals prosper, eat well, and procreate their lineage onward while others struggle and are eaten. Here nature reigns untouched, free of God's rewards or penalties for its actions.
Each animal is unique and unequal, some larger, smarter, stronger, while others are so limited in ability as to seem only intended as food for predators. The German Christian God judiciously abstains from penetrating into nature, neither judging it nor imposing equality on animals.
Left alone, animals create their own society of relations based on their pure ability to attain advantageous results, using every means and tactic available. Anything that can be taken will be. Any creature unable to defend incursion will be incurred upon.
Humans imagine they are not animals, but this seems false when we notice that God does not interfere with their affairs either, even as they flee nature and advocate its contravention. Just as we see in the case of animals, God deliberately makes some humans ugly, stupid, and unhealthy, rather than easily making them equal or excellent as is within his infinitely powerful ability. This is of course changed one day in Heaven and they are made equal after they are dead, a gracious deed of magnanimity.
Believers say God works in mysterious ways no one will every understand or observe, yet through their speculation and psychological needs claim they are able to gain a clear notion of what He does and doesn't do, and thereby surmise how the universe is arranged, which perfectly matches how they would like it to be.
We should be thankful to nature if we do not reach the same conclusion.
Appearance versus Substance
Love is the most treacherous, unforgiving art. In a fleeting instant, you can ruin the greatest possibility or create the sweetest eternal memory. You are always carrying the sharpest knife and must cut precisely.
Women attempt to allure using regimens of makeup and clothes, as if they will only be judged in dark light from a distance by someone with poor vision. Let's assume things are going well. When the push-up bra comes off and every concealing cover comes bare, their true level of fitness and health will be plainly revealed. The discovery of a false lure and misrepresentation of what can't be delivered ensures a lashing sting of disappointment.
The body will be attractive if put to use, as limbs and muscles are intended to be. A face will be naturally attractive as it reflects eating habits, exercise, and fresh air from time spent outdoors.
Why fake it when you could make it for less effort? Spending hours on makeup and outfits that provide false temporary appearance is overly complicated compensation for avoiding exercise and the sensible eating that attains lasting results.
For far less time that putting on appearances for going out in public, they could have firm breasts, a lean stomach accentuating feminine hips, and a world class derriere that even a burqa can't hide. Starting from average, it takes only a few months to get into excellent condition and change your life. At first it might seem hard to give up sugar, junk food, and binge drinking, but it's an easy trade for fitness, mental clarity, increased energy, a positive outlook on the ease of achievement, and always looking incredible.
After being made beautiful by natural means, they become free from having to rely on outfits and facepaint to disguise what they really are, and will probably see such approaches as ridiculous. Investing 30 minutes in themselves a few times a week and choosing reasonable food provides excellent health, a better quality of life, and the simplicity of looking gorgeous in the plainest outfits.
I Do Not Want What I Have Got
A Thousand Devils
The admiration falls empty, seen as just another drowning, despairing soul seeking something that floats.
It is enough to drive someone with fame, wealth, and success to suicide.
When Youth Ends
Youth ends when you start evaluating behavior and proposals by their likely outcomes, based on what similar actions have been observed to achieve. You begin discriminating against short-sighted, disorganized, illogical, unrealistic approaches that are unlikely to end well, and instead prefer to achieve positive, worthwhile, and attainable outcomes.
No longer does drama entice, but rather you understand that people creating chaos are suffering, and at best you can help them settle gently closer to sanity by refusing to feed them provocations that cause them to fight against themselves.
You take risks, but only those that offer reward. Your friends are wise, capable, and productive rather than those who seek idle amusement and frivolity. You choose good art and considered works instead of disposable entertainment and novelty.
This geezerdom creeps into all preferences, from food to clothing to kitchen tools. You no longer feel immortal; rather life is short and thus good actions and results are important, with no time to spend on likely failures and delusional ideologies.
You might be called hateful for this discrimination against the lifestyles of the ineffectual, or for not indulging losers and the doom they spread by normalizing bad outcomes, but your life isn't bogged down by people going nowhere, and each day has the clarifying simplicity of honest relations toward all things.
It creeps up gradually until it becomes the dominant force. What happened? Outcomes became undeniable to old eyes, as well as recognition that idealistic promised results never materialized, and can never be expected to arrive because their properties are at odds with the real world. We banish the make-believe to imaginary worlds and place such ideas on the same level as dragons, unicorns, and tooth fairies.
Youthful hope and propaganda taught that everything was equal and that improbable and irrational consequences should be expected and wished for, but after being wrong every time for decades or centuries, and producing nothing but disaster and horrid abortions, magical ideations could no longer hold sway. We turned back to nature, relying on what we had seen, understood as actual, could deduce of the world, and was possible through effort and insight -- walking away from a complex framework of imposed superstitions.
One day a well meaning bureaucratic official will unleash powerful technology to enforce laws. This method will so closely near perfection that many who previously evaded in the shadows will now be fined, imprisoned, fired from jobs, editorialized about in news entertainment sources, or written nasty letters of no import.
Scofflaws, outlaws, and the persecuted should have spaces in which to find refuge, for the establishment of these spaces also serves as sanctuaries for thought criminals, traditionalists whose practices and ideas have become illegal in modernity, and free spirits voicing politically incorrect truths only appreciated years or generations later. Some need to have safe havens from bureaucratic processing that no one ever wanted automatically enforced by human and mechanized drones.
The average professional in this country wakes up in the morning, goes to work, comes home, eats dinner, and then goes to sleep, unaware that he or she has likely committed several federal crimes that day. Why? The answer lies in the very nature of modern federal criminal laws, which have exploded in number but also become impossibly broad and vague.
Those unthreatened by forceful compliance measures are already obedient, having adopted generic bland standards to avoid risking or advancing anything. Their willful prostration makes them agents the system relies upon, happily accommodating orders, actively or passively oppressing their fellow citizens, providing tolerance for abuses by the system while remaining indifferent or hostile to alternative ideas. The obedient follower facilitates the system that otherwise would face rational resistance, critical questioning, difficulty in justification, and a lack of public support for initiatives that are in the interest of the system, not the people who pay for a system contrary to their interests.
The leashes we hang on others should be loose enough to permit escape by those who need to break away on their own terms, accepting all risks and willing to leave everything behind.
It's difficult to interpret the strategy or purpose of recycling. It sounds great because we've all been subjected to excellent marketing and compliance initiatives, but recycling solves no pressing issue or long-term problem and costs far more than producing new materials.
Perhaps its supporters think it will be profitable one day, so we should work at incremental economic efficiencies? Or maybe it's a practice of good stewardship despite the costs? Maybe we do it to feel good through a ritual of inclusive Kafkaesque social activity? Maybe we're all deluded about what we think we're contributing and should educate ourselves about reality?
We have no public statement of intent, and accordingly no theory and related data to assess, leaving us only to speculate and wonder about another policy imposed for mysterious reasons that cannot be evaluated.
Public policy and laws should state a theory and a proposed implementation of that theory. If the theory is later found to be wrong-headed, it can be quickly repealed instead of treating it as a sacrosanct zombie to keep alive out of habit. If the theory is found to be correct, we might find a better implementation to improve the current system.
With invisible and magical policies kept away from inspection, we are left to guess at the reasons for their origins.
We could form falsifiable theories instead of following what a politician or mass of idiots think is a good idea. Perhaps we could even form policies based on ideas from someone knowledgeable about the topic.
The urge to tell a story invents imaginary facts and relations while injecting political justifications that twist reality into an unrecognizable mess. Easy access and "education" about narratives provokes dishonorable people who are unable to leave things alone, spurring them to promote new fictions in an eagerness to revenge society by defiling the healthy and well-formed. This lashing out becomes a quest to spread filth and graffiti the world as ugly as their wrecked souls.
Narratives and public dialogues are a dead end because they start with a conclusion that excludes truth, vociferously repeating an anchor of Disney fairy tales that celebrate childish fantasies. There is no space permitted for adults, and this monologue serves only to normalize infantile ideas. This approach eventually ends by "proving" the conclusion from which they began their investigation, and then self-appointed experts then parade this proof around and teach it to innocent children who haven't seen this trick before.
Because only one idea was permitted from the beginning, or sometimes two that are minor versions of the same, no ground will be explored and only the assumptions of those who hold those views get airing without the slightest consideration of their consequences, alternatives, or superior approaches used successfully in the past. After much hot air and no evaluation, the advocates affirm the position they held before their clever sleight of hand trick.
There will never be honest public discussions when people are required to profess obedience and allegiance to popular cliches and the wisdom of a mass with average intelligence and minimal exposure to the best ideas of civilization, limiting socially approved conversation to be no better than repeating scripts, under penalty of being fired if they spontaneously break away and speak a forbidden truth.
Under this system of discourse, only the independently wealthy retain freedom of speech and freedom from fraud. Everyone else gets baby babble and is required to praise it as enlightened, though no one who has ever thought about it actually believes a single bit of these false ideas they must profess to believe in public. Worse, they know the ideas they praise are wrong and harmful, but see what happens to those who question them or point out their flaws. They calculate it isn't worth it to resist, and is personally harmless to profess agreement to foolishness and lies. Collectively, this places additional pressure on others to conform to this public dishonesty, and further empowers lies as the norm.
Social flamboyance of good intentions results in the masses repeating palaver, preventing essential honest and thoughtful discussions. This public space is occupied, the need to have discussion checked off as complete, and yet what is necessary has not even been approached because it is prohibited because of the need to perpetuate new lies that have a vested interest in preventing critical evaluation that will reveal their bankruptcy.
The narrative is a framework for fraud and should be dismantled.
Return to Femininity
A female CEO is no man's romantic ideal.
No academic, career, or monetary achievement makes a woman the slightest bit more attractive. That idea is merely women emulating what they find attractive in men, seemingly unaware that men don't find other men attractive even when having those traits in abundance.
This modern confusion about attractiveness steers a woman away from retaining her natural femininity, sending her on costly wild goose chases from which she might never return, or will be badly damaged and lose much precious time in pursuit of falsely promised gold.
Smart men prefer smart women, and nature generously provides for this by blessing some people with intelligence and curiosity that propels them for their entirely life to find the world interesting and worth discovering.
Masculine women are accepted by men as colleagues, treated decently under the code of honorable wage prisoners. As relationship material, they are looked upon indifferently just like any other guys, as feminine women alone inspire passion and desire.
Feminine women will continue to be sought out by all men who have ever tasted joy with them. The alternative is dry, dull, and contrary to nature's bounty.
Every Opinion Equal
First machines began beeping and buzzing, then progressed to babbling -- usually long and uninteresting, often wrong. I quickly learned to tune them out. People who integrated fragmented babbling into their consciousness soon emulated machine communication. I quickly learned to tune them out.
Initially, iPods hinted at revolution, but that turned out to be the earplugs that shipped as headphones. Using iPods became popular not so much to hear what they were playing, but because they were a means to block out the cacophony of noise considered normal prior to an easy method to opt out.
Layered noise forms an assault. Using an iPod to block it is wrong because it renders music into background noise, extending the offense. There's a simpler and less expensive way to do better.
These ear plugs aren't perfect, but contribute a 32db reduction, making most public spaces tolerable. You quickly realize how we've constructed and tolerated (and thus agreed upon as a standard) conditions contrary to calm living and the possibility of thinking. Every outburst of noise piles upon the rest, and with seemingly everything offending, one more offender is merely part of the asserted culture of pollution, and every public space a dump for it.
Whether vehicles, tools, or machines, our technology is only suitable for cattle and other non-thinking beasts. We must disarm the attack with ear plugs and then additional over ear protection -- total war against sensory rape and pillage.
Once you get to -50db or -60db, you're approaching utopia, and perhaps a new enlightenment, defeating the Handicapper General with subversive noise censoring technology. This clears away pointless noise that communicates nothing, yet believes itself important enough to intrude upon your senses and constantly interrupts.
The slogan of our undisturbed earplug defense: Take back the day.
Action [a] becomes [b], [c], and [d] through byproducts [a1], [a2]...[ax]. If you don't want [b], [c], and [d], one refrains from participating in [a]. In this morality, one remains honorable by rejecting justifications, narratives of innocence, appeals to popularism, and exculpations plausible at most once, yet recycled a thousand times.
Rights and Wrongs
Hippie politics help reveal man's laws as make believe. Any trendy whim of no import can be positioned as a right, while the essentials of life and culture can be summarily denied as the cruel and unfair gifts of nature needing to be degraded and nullified into equality.
We begin to recognize the twisted thoughts of the greedy, ignorant, frustrated mob and steadily walk away from their worldview of revenge, sabotage, and victimhood, concerning ourselves only with the divine.
The Illusion of Safety and Intelligence
The worst thing about the modern age is the promotion of half-baked ideas seemingly unaware of their glaring flaws while demanding to be respected as legitimate and consequential. Of course it is technologically possible to monitor all communications in the US and perhaps the world, but this will only catch low effort terrorism by poor planners and unorganized individuals.
Russia raised the stakes in private communication in 1996 when they shot a fatal missile at Chechen commander Dzhokhar Dudayev by targeting the signal of a satellite phone call they had intercepted in real time. Osama bin Laden became aware of signal monitoring in 1998 and went analog to avoid tracking, buying him 14 years until a worldwide manhunt was able to track down his courier.
Bin Laden took elaborate security precautions to avoid detection by U.S. and Pakistani forces, which have tried using spy satellites and electronic eavesdropping to find him, Gunaratna said.
Every group that has studied recent history knows how to safely communicate, which then raises the question why an organization tasked with gathering information to stop attacks would bet so much on an ineffective and heavy handed approach. Perhaps they found it too hard to establish traditional intelligence in a remote area of the world, or this is just handwaving CYA work to make it look like they are trying, just enough to collect a few years of salary until they move on to another job.
The Boston bombing was undetected, even after being tipped off by Russia. Previous small efforts that made headlines were uncontested.
If they can't detect anything significant despite intercepting all electronic communications passing through the US, citizens will soon start wondering why they are being spied upon and have lost their freedom for the illusion of safety. Even worse, the long-term use of the information being collected can be exploited by people interested in causing harm and will surely be put to use.
Purpose of the Machine
The machine is a giant excuse factory. It produces false explanations for failure, and by preventing true explanations, it ensures more bad outcomes and provides a shield for repetition of what is known to fail.
With its primary purpose being subterfuge, its immune system attacks anything that exposes it, calling it terrible names, restricting its freedom and proposing fraud in its place. It attempts to tie up the agents of truth and nature with nonsense, falsity, and new destructive enterprises needing to be disarmed and cleaned up as a prolonged filibuster to prevent increasing the area of sanity.
It produces a social currency in the form of blame, offering a vision of the individual as pure and blameless, an innocent angelic victim of brutally oppressive forces, an enduring hero who would be someone great if only not conspired against by witches, warlocks, monsters, and other imaginary demons obsessed with keeping him down.
In this fictional world, faults do not originate from the individual who oppresses himself, and problems are never caused by the larger mob conspiring against themselves.
They Intercept Everything
You live within a net of surveillance. Some say this tears apart the code of trust underpinning society. We tried to form a government that performs actions in our mutual interest, funding large initiatives of devoted believers with money from those able to earn it. Maybe we overreached and lost track of objectives.
Talking changes nothing, but perhaps you are looking to take action and return relations to a more acceptable state. What are your options?
If you're going to work around a threat, you'll need a plan.
Reclaiming Your Conversations
Some people are claiming outrage that the U.S. government is intercepting all of their email, phone calls, texts, and every other electronic record about them. On the surface, this seems like grand hypocrisy for a nation that was founded on honoring freedom and limitations intended to prevent intrusive government.
However, we must not forget that the government always serves the will of the people, and therefore there is no reason to fear the government or consider them an enemy. Government is merely a force to be put to practical use. It is to the citizen's great advantage that the government has been storing all email and phone calls for the last decade. The 53% of citizens that pay income tax fund government efforts such as their archive service, a larger and more useful version of similar corporate services like Dropbox and Mega.
As the funders of the government archive and creators of the content being archived, we also have the right to have it made available to us as needed. A simple FOIA request will return lost email and the saved audio of wonderful conversations we once thought had gone missing in the moment.
We can now have those special interactions recalled for us, and with them the memories that had grown dim with specifics mostly forgotten. There are some gems in there we will be able to enjoy again, and this time get to keep.
Reassuringly, the principle of government remains sound. The government is our collective servant and must perform what those paying the bills decide should be done. We should be thankful and appreciative that government is useful in its ability to give us back so many conversations we thought had been lost to time.
How You Appear
Appearance reveals too much. You can fix your physique in six months of focused effort, and take it to the top 1% in a year, but for most people bad habits persist and new years resolutions quickly falter. How you appear tells what you have been doing with your life, down to details about whether you exercise occasionally and choose to eat sensible. What could be more fair?
Exceptions are bundled with the whole and averaged, displaying tendencies and making denial absurd. Someone who takes good care is not harmed by a short bout of unhealth, but someone who is unhealthy will appear that way unless sustained change is undertaken, and is not quickly made attractive by a few days of late scrambling.
Wishing your past could be erased by a few immediate efforts is wishful thinking, as is declaring it impossible or grueling to stop your self-harm and bad habits.
Even idiots can figure out how to eat right and exercise. No one should be so eager for excuses that they categorize themselves below idiots.
What is provided to you? All that you create.
There is nothing heroic, brave, or noble about basketball. Players try to put a ball in a hoop and repeat the effort until time runs out. Spectators offer themselves as unwitting comic-tragic figures by passively staring at this inanity for hours.
Bored watchers cheer because they have forgotten how to achieve satisfaction by being somebody and doing things, and then to demonstrate their obedience to cloying spectatorship purchase jerseys so they can pretend to be the ball throwers they revere. Basketball is a business and they are consumers. Without money to be made and rubes from whom to extract it, basketball would only be a sport for participants, played in gyms and playgrounds, not watched by people who have made themselves empty by removing purpose and meaning from their lives.
If we're going to have a spectacle, let's start promoting jugglers instead of basketball players. Juggling is an impressive skill that children and the untrained can't do easily, and though its best performers are also well paid, as are all with expertise, no one proposes that jugglers are heroes or should be confused for them.
We are happy to watch the juggler for a few minutes, and are impressed and well sated for years, set free from having to waste hours and good days of our short lives observing morons repeatedly trying to put balls into hoops.
A healthy government would be so efficient it would easily identify and apply effective solutions to common problems, quickly becoming smaller and less expensive from its honed expertise and knowledge, while the frequency and magnitude of problems was reduced by wise and capable hands. Private industry could not compete well against this lean powerhouse, and with the riches our society saved and minimal remaining problems, we could have an era of high culture with new peaks in timeless art, literature, and philosophy, enjoying a population that was healthier, better educated, and of excellent psychological disposition.
This of course assumes a quorum for consensus on values and goals.
These children will be taking over a nation based on Western European values, ideas, beliefs, law, ethics, institutions, infrastructure, and centuries of devoted maintenance. Does anyone suspect they are made of the same quality as those who founded and developed the nation, or are they more likely to create another Mexico?
The U.S. Census Bureau today released a set of estimates showing that 50.4 percent of our nation's population younger than age 1 were minorities as of July 1, 2011. This is up from 49.5 percent from the 2010 Census taken April 1, 2010.
Educated about Nothing
Even well educated people from the best universities rarely seek or possess knowledge about anything more than commercials, sport teams, sitcoms, movies, video games, and celebrities. As they are unfamiliar with any of the greatest works of civilization and appear to have no interest in the creations of peak culture, neither should they have a vote or public voice on the direction of society, as they would happily squander all human potential consuming idiot entertainment while discarding our best wisdom in favor of repeating memes they hear from television personalities.
When we see that people choose ignorance and make no effort to contact easily accessible excellence, we can appropriately ascertain what weight to assign to their opinions, and understand why their lives are perpetual struggle.
Jeff Hanneman was birthed from the void with a curious spirit that sought to understand and then communicate. He took a wide look at what was going on, sensed its motion, denial, and darkness, gained an understanding of its subtle aspects, and cast compact and jarring stories into a terrifying musical language.
He learned of war in his childhood, a truth that rendered both placid humanitarianism and indulgent hedonism as absurd responses to life. Like a battle hardened soldier, you can never really return to comfortable bubble once you know certain facts about the world.
His career developed quickly. To accomplish anything, you have to go out quick, casting forth your best ideas, and constantly refine and expand your efforts with clarity. He founded Slayer along with guitarist Kerry King, and filled out the rest of the band with a unified conception that kept them on track for a long voyage instead of fighting against one another like a dysfunctional nation with diverse and contradictory ideals.
Lives are short, death is forever. We escape nothingness only briefly and make our best efforts to put something together before we are snuffed.
As a guitarist, he evolved guitar tones and solos by building a sonic landscape sculpted by squeals, howls, atonal assemblages, and wailing cries that evoked alluring horror. His solos went beyond Greg Ginn's influence, making wild use of the whammy bar to paint a visage of hell, often unconfined by measured notes and conventional composition, crafting tones that compelled as much as frightened, too intriguing and original to ignore, despite the expansive hellish images they consistently delivered.
His lyrics were a rich wine and smokey whiskey with cave aged cheese and Cuban cigars, devoid of moral propaganda, instead choosing to tell plainly what something was with clean distinction, respectful of other conscious beings instead of promoting obedience to customary slander and oversimplification found in bleating media babble.
Everything that exists in the world is part of the world, thus to talk about the world presupposed that we first fully accept its parts as existing. Further, once we acknowledge the existence of all constituent entities, we should judge their characteristics, relations, value, and results in order to weigh and measure them -- and to withhold judgment is dishonest, deliberately ignorant, and cowardly.
In Hardening of the Arteries, Hanneman writes about the orientation of humanity that makes life miserable and undesirable as a consequences of destroying everything healthy and natural. He accuses modern society of teaching a cruel sadism that inclines youth to follow a path that despoils mankind's bounty. Born full of possibility, humanity has become cut short by the tendency to drive everything valuable into extinction. He artistically avoids getting into the politics of good intentions or proposing an easy brain-dead solution, instead telling about the situation in a way that reminds of what has already been recognized, but perhaps not framed into a picture of our existence.
Postmortem goes a step farther, making a psychological diagnosis for the long decline of civilization. It opens with a chilling assessment worthy of personal exegetical study.
Funeral held for the depression of man
Man is depressed, and from this follows all his uncaring wreckage. Nor are we innocents -- nothing was done to us, but we have done everything to ourselves, and sometimes blame scapegoats. The lyrics tell of incipient death, an utter pointlessness and renunciation contrasted with its undeniably physical essence and corporality as the visceral body at war with abstract conceptions often commandeered for delusion and crippling ideologies.
Hanneman poses the bursting, explosive desires for life against the snuffing mental constructions of spiritual death, suggesting that dominating fatal attitudes and looming social collapse indicates a loss of collective direction away from aspiration.
We must strike quickly to make our mark, and Hanneman made the best of his opportunity to honor his discoveries in the universe with a brilliant take on the world he candidly observed, calmly digested, and found an evocative way to present. His effort enriches us and its greater consideration is a victory for the heroic warriors who flash into this world at the most uncanny moments and raise the spirits and quality of life for all, no matter now small their reward.
As soon as crusaders invaded and began forcing "truth" by fire and sword, the game was over. To control belief had became reduced to mere technique, and an occupying army was easily able to require the population to swear allegiance to the God of Abraham, even if they had never heard of it and had no reason other than the threat of death to forsake their culture and beliefs for this foreign god.
Rationality or explanation never enters the equation. The God of Enlightenment is forced upon everyone as the One True God for your own good, while your nation's resources are entrusted and sold for gain. Refuse this gift and you will be killed.
Political correctness is a slightly different untruth propped up by threats and force. It assumes itself correct, and all other possibilities incorrect, not even worth considering because it alone is morally and factually right, and this cannot be debated, examined, or asked for an explanation because expressing skepticism is an admission that you are a close-minded fascist whose family should be reeducated or efficiently murdered in their sleep.
All that has been known as true since the first moments of nature must be denied and called a lie, to be replaced with a phony history, ridiculous flat relations of creatures, fictitious notions about society and civilization, and a cult spirit that praises the ingredients of decline as somehow forming a better result by lowering quality, focus, purpose, and ability. It has nothing to show for its efforts but failure, always saying it needs complete domination before it will reward all by finally unveiling a majestic new world.
The obviously false must celebrated as the new truth, compelling all to become cheerful liars. What brings unity and order is hated and undermined; what destroys and renders worthless is praised as increased strength. Destruction is called progress and made into a subtle goal, envisioning everything successful and well-formed as an enemy scheming against the holy transgressive purpose of ruining what they are not and cannot be. Jealousy fuels the desire to wreck what others create and enjoy, with total revenge the end game which they hope to reach by ending civilization and all human potential.
On faith alone, you must trust that these new teachings exists to save your soul and rescue the world from sentient considerations, though they defy all observable facts and refuse to engage in any rational consideration of their implications.
With rationality made off limits, we will instead know them from their movement's long and repetitive history of fraud, deceit, death, degradation, poverty, and destruction -- and the transparent psychological motives that reveal broken souls.
Extend the Area of Sanity
You meet disarray and confusion, watching it devolve into chaos, individualism, and trivialities. Is it for you to set straight, or will you abandon the territory to third world failure?
If it matters to you, you should restore order and sanity, instilling function and sense, while banishing the demons that drove away civilization.
No mercy for the beckoning sirens of collapse, no matter how innocent they claim their intentions.
Turn Off, Tune Out, Drop In
Society built a center in noise.
Signal was exiled to distant edges, an ostracized outlaw subsisting with vagrant neighbors like knowledge, wisdom, health, and sensibility -- banished for not fitting in with progress.
Those who get college degrees spend their free time keeping up with the details of celebrities and entertainment products and their days filled with defending their occupation's shortcomings.
Noise, noise everywhere! Screaming babies, multifarious commercials about junk and poison, with gentle commands to comply with slow self-destruction for someone else's benefit. Not even a foothold for thought is allowed to exist.
Menacing knives do not prevent our defense. We start with noise canceling headphones on top of earplugs to remain undisturbed in the pollution others happily consume. Passing through public space and international flights now leaves us fresh on arrival while others are beaten and worn. There is not a single sound you need to hear on an airplane or in a city.
We need hearing for music, but need not listen to the noise of society. When not blocking public sound with an iPod, we should go voluntarily deaf, either with stealthy ear plugs or obvious ear protection signaling rejection of noise. We self-identify as hearing challenged citizens and will not remove our noise blocks for any unwanted interaction.
We choose to be deaf in public and are wealthier thereby.
God is the Sun
The old God was stretched too far to stand upright, having crippled himself when he grew into contradiction, nestled in pity, nurturing weakness and failure, welcoming decline and decrepitude, becoming little more than rules with origins forgotten and made into mystically unknown rituals instead of useful and clear.
The believers claim good intentions but deny brutal repercussions in a blind bluff played without fold, too proud to renounce grotesque errors, firmly tied to absurd doctrine that follows mass tastes to appeal to a crowd instead of leading with enduring wisdom.
A thousand inept cooks ruined the restaurant, leaving a monument to irrelevance.
There's nothing to reform. We start over and acknowledge the awesome existence of the sun. Soon we will again discover the stars, wind, land, forests, water, and dozens of gods who reign over them. We revere life and cherish its wondrous mysteries, loving our place in its eternal cycle. Perhaps with this awakening restoration we will even find art, knowledge, civilization, and purpose once again.
We rediscover what stupidity banished and buried -- may no truth be obscured by taboo and social trends.
Qualification and Disqualification
For an unmarried man, dating is measured the same way as everything else: what have you done for me lately. What was once is forever gone. What are you able and likely to do? For if we are to be together, you too must be active, not rest in recollection or evasion of potential.
To begin a relationship, he must first be interested. Even in cities, young women defy ugly architecture and a crowded busy landscape of pollution by putting on tights for morning jogs, striving to make themselves more interesting in a competitive environment where having nothing often makes richer than having something you don't want.
Once she has captured your interest and you have become a couple, this match is instantly imperiled if she shows inadequate fitness for a long term pairing. There are so many tells that the future won't go well: poor eating habits, messiness, unfemininity, sloppy hygiene, unconcern for exercise, bouts of boredom, frustrated will, unappreciativeness, limited curiosity -- all promises of impending and lasting misery from deliberate bad choices and low standards. The calm joy of your home will be wrecked by laziness, complacency, weariness, and passive aggressive sabotage.
Your laurels are so pretty to rest upon! You were once passionate and interesting, and a few times exerted effort. Contrast leaps undeniably from unwitting revelation in stories of old. Nothing happens from doing nothing, and avoidance is self-deception that murders our short and precious time. Who would form an alliance with someone who only has tales of old glory?
Premise: Time is finite and valuable.
We could create a society that recognized and respected this, organized to remove situations that waste time purposelessly. Insurance companies could offer time insurance, so next time you were stuck for a significant amount of time in a shopping line or in a traffic jam, you could file a claim to be reimbursed for the lost time.
Or will we be tolerant, open-minded, and passive about having our time wasted by fools? Either approach reveals your relation to life.
Would you put half your wealth and perpetual future earnings on the line for an opportunity to disavow your interests, beliefs, friends, joys, purpose, and highest aspirations? Your time will instead be spent entertaining bored people, socializing with those who do nothing interesting, watching popular entertainment products, listening to depressing stories about dystopian workplaces, and providing support instead of facing the world yourself. All goals and passions must be quelled and subsumed into duty, perhaps as an unconscious strategy to empty desire and leave a utilitarian shell.
Like the priest feigning innocence to ask if you are a believer, the assumption is that you will claim conformity because that is what all good people do, and surely you want to appear to be good. And if you fall for that simple attack, your gentle obedience is sure to condemn you to be signed up to the fate others would like to make for you.
They Bluff High and Sell Cheap
Veils and haloes should be unceremoniously yanked off. Few people are worthy of being kings or princesses. Assume crown wearers are impostors.
They will tell you their hopes and dreams, and how they would do anything to achieve them, though they do nothing to bring them about, and have no plan offering a chance of attainment. They will say their price is high, even priceless and not available on the market, as if they are the highest paid prostitutes or exclusively private ones, and that their enormous price should be honorably respected, but when you watch what they do, they always eventually settle for cheap scraps, a welcomed poverty absurdly far from their claimed price.
They were bluffing the whole time. They would have taken any reasonable offer, and you would have done them a favor to have offered fair market value instead of the cheap deal they ultimately accepted.
Worse, when you took their bluff seriously and made no bid, thinking you could not afford their claimed expectations and would only insult with your offer, you backed them into a corner from which they had to settle low for the first offer that came their way.
They all go cheap, especially if they claim not to.
Politicians, spies, and much that has tremendous value often disregards its worth and turns over cheaply. The "princess" demanding a prince settles for a jester or janitor, accepting a one-room hovel in place of a castle.
All other pretensions fall similarly. In an age defined by its grand squandering of value, there are great bargains to be had, mostly fixer-uppers that can be salvaged by good hands, if not yet structurally rotten and burned out.
And Then What?
We walk through scenarios and affirm likely outcomes, then look ahead at what faces us. Most people don't even think two or three steps ahead, and if you point out probable consequences, or that a huge action is actually completely ineffectual at resolving a strategic conflict, they will quickly become frustrated, and then angry at you for causing them frustration.
With politics, a decision need only be made for immediate consequences and posturing. By the time effects are obvious, you will have used the position for a stepping stone to greater wealth, and someone else will have to clean up the mess.
Some of those questions apparently were uncomfortable. Like, what do you do with Iran once the nuclear issue is resolved and it remains a foe? What do you do if Iran then develops conventional capabilities that could make it hazardous for U.S. Navy ships to operate in the Persian Gulf? He kept saying, "And then what?"
Sugar is Toxic
Though my free eBook Health and Weight Loss: The Ultimate Diet Plan is triumphantly simple and focused, some people need more structure in their eating and exercise routines.
Dr. Robert Lustig's latest book, Fat Chance - Beating the Odds Against Sugar, Processed Food, Obesity, and Disease offers a few more details beyond my famous diet framework.
Modern society is insane and sickly, so mentally we must reconstruct the world of our grandparents and live as they would. Everything else is error and frivolity. This refuge will be harder to reach in another generation when youth will not have ever known people from that era, and they will not understand what sane people would do and why, or what health and sensibility mean.
In case you missed Dr. Lustig's video about sugar, it suggests science and society will soon recognize sugar as a toxin, changing the way it has been added into everything over the last 50 years, coinciding with a massive increase in obesity and diabetes.
Though too taboo to discuss in mixed company or universities, there are secret pockets in all societies where the best is shielded, preserved, cultivated, and propagated.
Covert elites with enough wisdom to focus on only the highest quality resources have to also hide those and their value from the masses to minimize the greed and envy that would result if flaunted in public.
But one has to give something to appease the material hungry crowd. Bribes short-circuit awareness and stall arguments, and giving makes one appear gracious, even if offering only junk tokens.
Instead of well prepared food, they give the masses fast food, junk food, and convenient food. Instead of health, the public gets healthcare after irresponsibly wrecking themselves sick. Instead of good art to inspire, they consume entertainment products to take up their time. Instead of an orderly life, they have the thrill of disorder. Instead of having goals, the masses dizzily spin with the freedom of purposelessness.
It is politically difficult to show favoritism toward the best while neglecting the inferior, especially when the inferior is widespread and excellence is not even vaguely understood by the public except in the prices others are willing to pay. Though the masses don't know what the fuss is about, they sense that others care, making it the duty of the aware to keep the crowd from gathering and pillaging.
The good that was once desirable by all sensible people is quietly swapped out and replaced with junk, then tolerated, normalized, and promoted, yet the good remains separately maintained and sheltered from destruction and mass consumption. Great books, art, and high quality people continue to exist, but few ever encounter or pay them any attention, so greatness remains out of sight, undiscussed, and unfamiliar.
What was once normal is driven underground. It resurfaces not from instinct, as instinct has been beaten out and its native climate made alien, but only for the lure of money, the previous standard existing only as a re-creation and approximate imitation of the past. It is recognized as superior, yet has been severed from mainstream culture through pressure to equalize. We have put inferior gestures in its place, and pay actors to perform roles that partially reanimate it, yet we are not permitted to let it loose to thrive in nature.
If only we could have honest discussion, fair valuation, and rational treatment of our rare treasures, we could expand the domain of the superior to revive civilization with the best once again considered our standard. Instead, we have to take effort to guard against personal interests that would selfishly destroy our highest creations in order to make things more equal.
With idealistic possibilities taken away, selfless aristocratic spirits offer sanctum in the shadows so those who need access to our greatest valuables will in time find them, protecting them from being entirely obliterated by the mob.
We Fight Liars, Frauds, and Useful Idiots
Defiantly unmodern, we discarded noise and distraction in favor of calm and clarity.
We surveyed broadly to measure what mattered, innocently sampling rare delicacies along with poisons both popular and well esteemed. We wanted more; consequently we reduced to less. In this quietude, our ears heard everything, the treacherous and discordant undeniable in their naked squawking.
We became mental health specialists and librarians, diagnosing faulty constructs needing rehabilitation and directing the ignorant and miseducated to valuable sources of knowledge. Whether they were psychologically broken, suggestible simpletons, or tired souls beaten into conformity by propaganda, our winning method was to directly confront the harbored error to force a confrontation with reality.
"All people are equal" yelled the disturbed college student. "It's true because my alcoholic professor lectured us on it in Tolerance Studies class. We should tolerate everything, even if it creates a society no one wants, or else we are using privilege to judge with critical thinking."
Surely this mindless regurgitation was worthy of top marks in the modern classroom, but more importantly showed the urgent need to provide rapid treatment.
You Would Do Anything
Lament can be so empty when it misses the point.
"I would have done anything for you" is an empty ex post facto promise of dubious value, too late, and now irrelevant.
You will need a better excuse than someone irrationally rejecting your infinite world of kindness.
Bad expectations -- you will never meet anyone with an interesting job, but a few with great responsibilities that consume their time, energy, and consciousness so they are perpetually reacting to imposed burdens.
An occupation occupies, and now you serve a useless product or crazy ideology.
"What do you do?" more correctly means "What occupation keeps you from doing interesting things?"
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