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July 26, 2016
All Ideology is Phony Posturing
I once watched a girlfriend become ensnared by feminism. It was a fascinating process to see how it appealed to her as part tantrum and part hatred -- great mechanisms to capture alienated youth and losers who never recovered from abandonment.
People with no religious inclinations fall under the spell of cults and new-age religions and will declare a sudden belief in spiritual babble. They see others around them doing it and enjoy the power they get from taking that stance, so they emulate it in solidarity with the new group.
Likewise, new converts to feminism quickly learn its catechisms and phony arguments that all participants know aren't factual. They faithfully repeat the doctrine and shout down anyone pointing out its errors. There is power in posing as a victim, though no victimizers are ever found -- just invisible systems everywhere synchronized in conspiracy.
Feminism is a social ideology, not a fact based position. More specifically, it is an emotional outlet for the bitter and mentally deranged who despise humanity. All leftism is an attempt at hateful revenge against nature for creating someone who feels enviously inadequate compared to others, which they often are and make no effort to do better.
Ideology is a game that doesn't have to be real. Its users merely have to claim a position to use as justification for lashing out at the world in the vain hope that their rage and isolation will be acknowledged. They are willing to destroy everything to be recognized and gain from the obstacle they present to others.
We see plainly that so-called religious terrorists don't believe in their religion. They are lost and feel inferior, hence the ease of their suicidal actions, and lash out at others who don't feel their despair. The religion is a symbol of resistance, not a spiritual practice.
It's obvious why leftists favor Islamic terrorists over Western civilization and feminists over happy families and healthy relationships. The goal of leftism is to destroy and degrade, burning everything down until it is finally made equal and worthless, just a heap of garbage and ruins after everything good has been wrecked.
"Now will you love me daddy?" the leftist whimpered into the smoldering ashes.
Good on Marissa Mayer for playing the system well and extracting a few hundred million dollars from a silly company. Rather than putting her life on hold and voluntarily going barren to please a thankless corporate machine, she set up a nursery in her office and had her third child.
Punk rock to the end, the workplace serves her needs in life, instead of her being its slave.
While previously at Google, she made millions doing methodical A/B testing instead of having an opinion, but had enough soul to commission Chihuly to make a 400 piece installation for her ceiling so she could live among playful color. She also spends her money on fashion and accessories, and out of defiance never ruined herself with silly tattoos as is popular today with those who seek strong stimulation but aren't brave enough to cut themselves or find a violent lover.
She joined Yahoo as its CEO and reinvented it as a vapid entertainment company for people with nothing to do. It literally had to push entertainment at people to get them to watch this drivel.
Verizon's acquisition of Yahoo combines their drivel into a powerful drivel conglomerate.
Mayer will walk away with a pile of money for her wasted time. Maybe she'll now choose to do something more meaningful than entertainment promotion.
Darkthrone's Panzerfaust as Therapy Album
When an album still impresses you after 20 years, it's probably a keeper. At the time of its release, Panzerfaust was considered a gritty blackmetal album with brutal vocals over fuzzed out melodies. It now seems like a therapy album diagnosing the modern soul being made ill by a dull society with insane ideologies, and offering a remedy of simplicity to restore innate sensibilities. Social pressure insists that you thoughtlessly acknowledge popular notions as correct and wise, never considering their implications, but as soon as you commit this fraud in service of lies and nonsense, you begin drifting away from reality, and the disease soon festers into confusion and despair.
Several Norwegian bands indicated the spiritual importance of their resistance by marking the year of their releases with the denotion A.Y.P.S. ("Anno Yesinia Pestis Spiritus"), Latin for "In the Year of our Spiritual Plague", both signifying an error and suggesting a new era could emerge. Satyricon's The Shadowthrone released in the same year as Panzerfaust opened with the declaration "Kampen mot Gud og hvitekrist er igang!"
Darkthrone saw that a profoundly sick culture based on lies could not last and placed an all-in bet on nature's reclamation and restoration. Strong souls aware that they need not suffer this misery would surely reemerge to reclaim their rich heritage.
Judeo-Christianity was the presumptive target for the attack because it was a friction-causing apparatus of Middle Eastern culture out of place in the well established pagan polytheism of Northern Europe.
At the time, churches were being burned to reclaim ancestral holy land, and songs like To Walk The Infernal Fields made it clear that Judeo-Christianity could be destroyed and that it would be attacked to achieve that end:
With my art I am the fist
Germans in the second World War named their anti-tank weapon Panzerfaust, literally Tank Fist, which allowed a brave soldier to line up with an approaching tank and fire a shot that penetrated its armor to issue a destroying blow.
Panzerfaust was written and recorded over a long winter. With a surplus of personal inner warmth nestled away and a self-sufficient soul that dutifully meets hardship head-on while not pondering their situation, Nordics instinctually prevail over terrible winters without growing bitter.
The cover art is a traditional monochrome winter scene of a shadowed forest hillside in the snow. The sun barely over the horizon as a bleak sleeping pulse, present but not strong enough to exert much influence, holding promise that it will soon reemerge in a sudden undeniable sustained burst clearing away the blanket of cold.
1. En Vind Av Sorg
The first track opens with a probe into the origin of palpable weakness. Depression has arisen because traditional intergenerational wisdom has been interrupted. We search for the cause impeding our cheerfulness and love.
We know that depression makes rational, perhaps as a saving mechanism for a situation that needs special powers. The realization of what events mean have shaken morale. Depression isolates and focuses, temporarily overriding dreamy artistic considerations with icy logic so you can find a way to stable ground and recover from the event you needed to process. Depression is medicine for a short-term injury, and inherent strength must rebound itself rather than dig its hole deeper, or else the sinking will stay sunk.
Our home is still here, and we can get our hearts and souls back to rediscover what our ancestors had, which belongs to us and our children, and thus the frail and breaking chain can be restored.
2. Triumphant Gleam
Most have been blinded to what is before them, pushed to seek false targets. Victory is attainable, and by any means necessary. In the early 1990s, churches in Åsane, Storetveit, Skjold, Holmenkollen, and Fantoft burned, showing that pagan ground reclamation did not always utilize formal legal remedies or sanctioned mediation. Though many people had forgotten the past and capitulated, everything remained possible.
3. The Hordes of Nebulah
In a vast universe of being and nothingness, we are alone in a massive space and engulfed by time and distance. The solitude of cold stars and distant planets is equally upon us on our home planet, and we look out to escape as much as explore.
So much can be done but we are small and our time is short. The past quickly races beyond us and remains inaccessible. Even modest distances will likely never be reached and no observers would witness it or care in any case. Yet, that which is worth doing should be performed even if no one else ever knows in the history of the universe.
4. Hans Siste Vinter
Odin has not died. A great untamed pagan warrior treks into battle on his last winter, in which he will perish but gain victory over the Middle Eastern religions and cultures, allowing space for his people to reclaim their rightful destiny.
5. Beholding the Throne of Might
Burn down impositions without hesitation. This result is inevitable. Churches are already burning and soon all impositions will be toppled, others will see, discard their blind obedience, join in finishing off the invader culture, and a new future will emerge.
Great power and ability have awoken. Huge dreams fuel huge actions. Defiant knowledge displays through heroic efforts. Enemies are paper actors easily vanquisehd and all problems are solved by facing them bravely. Bold, thoughtful defiance shines the way forward.
7. Snø og Granskog
This Vesaas poem reminds to come back to native culture where the truth we know well will always nourish its people. It was always there, and remains there (for us). We all wish to be where we belong and have what is ours.
That feeling that flares within can be restored to burn strong and wild.
A beautiful, ambitious project to frame a system with rules and definitions, except we are too soon talking about what we don't know, and putting clear delineations on the messy and overlapping. Were the world so firmly static it would starve of inertia.
Without tremendous irrational forces there is no motion.
Without admission that these forces rule, there is neither self-awareness nor honesty.
This is why we invent gods: the richer the soul, the more gods. (Clean and neat makes such a mess.)
Our motivations aren't rational. Adam Smith's treatise about rational actors working towards good aims by means of reason refutes itself, as reason only appears ex post facto to codify a choice made long before reason was considered. Reason is added afterwards as an explanation claiming law and necessity, as if abundant unconsidered alternatives didn't exist. By means of omission, reason decides only one choice was possible, namely the one selected irrationally before having to create a reason.
Reason is our psychological shield, a fiction we expect to have taken seriously.
The Opposite of FUBU
In Scandinavia and other Western nations, young people are taught to despise their culture and countrymen because they are the highest examples of civilization. People from backward nations are initially ashamed upon comparing their own cultures and countrymen, but then realize that this attack on Western civilization offers them great advantage and an opportunity to pillage and replace the natives been beaten down and demoralized by crazed gremlins.
Children in the West are taught to turn away from the meaningful works of their culture in favor of trivial pursuits and amusements that appeal to the world's dummies. The greatest works of civilization are ignored and buried by nonsense, temporarily obscuring them though not yet censoring and destroying them as true jihadis know to do.
In this unwillingness to wield the knife against high culture means timeless works are destined to emerge once again, and will rise to regain their rightful place, needing only to be compared against entertainment products to shine as bright north stars. Morons will choose entertainment, as they always have -- and isolate themselves pursuing popular amusements of no worth, and those with minds and souls will choose art and profound creative expression.
Though media companies create a blitzkrieg of paralyzing propaganda about the products of the day, there remains a small but steady stream of dissent and rebellion against the destruction of excellence.
Those who feast on entertainment will find no nourishment, and wither away accordingly.
Gone to the Freak Show
A quick glance at the mob convinces you they are incapable of making a reasoned decision, and thus should not be entrusted to. Nor should you pay much attention to their utterances, as they will be uniformly crazy.
Panic, yelling, name-calling, violence, rioting, and disruptions are not arguments.
Every creature announces their interests so that others may know it, and these are communicating instability and psychological problems.
They need peace, love, and understanding to heal. They have become consumed with irrational hatred and lash out at others because they are tormented inside after years of exposure to venomous ideas about hurting others and getting revenge on those who are cheerful, healthy, and successful.
These troubled souls rage at a world they don't understand, wishing it was more like the imaginary workings they were promised by false prophets telling tall tales to attract impressionable followers.
They hate order, organization, standards, and excellence -- thinking that showing up disheveled and unprepared is good enough. They are supremely unstrategic, walking into error repeatedly.
Their ignorance makes them prone to deception and manipulation. They become so invested in empty promises that they no longer identify the good guys.
Take a look at all the dead eyes at the carnival, lost and wanting to believe that the freak show is new and revolutionary.
Practice Obviates Struggle
To make the non-trivial effortless, practice it hundreds of times until its perfected performance takes as much thought as breathing.
Many occasions call for excellence; the good and mediocre are failures if you're trying to get somewhere.
The baritone needs to complete the rumbling section with a high note before a flurry descends back into conventional range. After a few hundred runs, the previously impossible passage brings no dread or concern, practically completing itself upon command.
The fighter jabs and follows with a straight right, so fluid in his balanced motion that the head kick sneaks through unseen or misunderstood.
You can have an excellent result if you want it enough to put in the effort.
Mostly It's the Same
We remember our elementary science lessons about objects at rest remaining at rest unless acted upon by external forces. Likewise, the active tends to move in the direction it is going; certainly not in the opposite direction.
From these basic navigation tools we can reasonably ascertain trajectories.
Similarly, we can measure what others will do: not what they say, not what they want or need to do, but what they'll muster effort to actually achieve.
And what matters except sustained reality?
Only demonstrated results matter -- the rest is frivolous talk, laziness, and inability to perform the necessary.
Measured into Mediocrity
Moderns wisely tell you that constant measuring is the key to determining value, using slogans like "what gets measured, get managed" and "what gets measured gets done." They love measuring and feedback, and soon they live on statistics and public comments to determine quality.
Politicians follow the same cue and take whatever position polls say is popular.
Movies cut out anything focus groups think is unpleasant, leaving saccharine one-dimensional market tested plots.
News is produced by measuring views and clicks, telling the stories people want to watch in the way they want it, which focuses on celebrities, sports, and trivial interpretations of world events. Standards are discarded in favor of whatever gets positive ratings from the mob.
The average person has become the ideal, working as the best argument against ambitious efforts, making them ruinous if attempted because they will be eclipsed in the marketplace by the more popular inferior alternative.
Imagine Beethoven crafting his symphonies to appeal to an audience, rather than knowing profound music will dazzle them with contours they could never expect.
From hard upbringing in poverty, she had become fierce, focused, pragmatic, and unrelenting. She did well with everything she encountered, good but not great, too often greedily eager and thus choking the life out of the bounty before her. Childhood trauma forever colored her disposition into a fatal character flaw poised to unravel.
From age three it was apparent how things would play out. She was greedy in a lazy way because she could get away with it, and out of embarrassment she denied accusations that she deserved to be treated like a princess. No prince took the bait or mistook her for royalty, though peasants frequently enjoyed her generous drunken love.
She gradually grew harsher, her soft features becoming harder and bitter, as her soul harmoniously sought unity to show itself on her face.
No man seeking a pleasant woman would mistake her for one.
She was intent on being treated as a princess, with all the frivolity it entailed, simply because someone had once told her she deserved it. She locked in on that expectation and held up the fantasy as if it was real and founded in nature.
It is What it Is
"It is what it is" sounds stupidly tautological at first, until interpreted as a reality refocusing device.
The phrase gently urges people to accept reality and not to dishonestly make up insane explanations of denial, fantasy, and projection, which is human instinct, causing centuries of unrest, violence, error, and regression to a low mean, with only brief exceptions which constitute civilization.
One Way to Solo
First footing -- everything that stands has a structure. Thundering bass rumbles a rock steady foundation, zen in its unfloundering flow. Now we know where to go. Drums shape the accents.
The solo relaxes upright but loose, feeling the range as it paces the expanse. From a steady walk it becomes sure of itself, prancing and skipping.
It ducks and weaves fluidly like an unpredictable prizefighter. This song isn't for the radio, so discards expectations. It's fresh, sassy, and soulful, quite inappropriate for public listeners.
The rigidity of meter falls away. Now no phrase need fit within immediate pulse, blocks of 4/4 only getting in the way of what must be said. It works around the structure, periodically playing off its base for propulsion.
Character speaks with its own rhythm of staccato attack, long vowels, bending bursts, and hanging flurries that surge and hold for a moment.
The solo retains language -- we always have language, and can use it fully.
Some notes drop off, replaced by sounds, textures, evocations. It fits so right.
Now having said what it needed, it concludes cleanly, the substance definitively shown in its well crafted container.
Our task is hard. We have to undo the wickedness of a 1000 knot-tiers.
We must be precise in our strikes -- brutal too. We must disable the wicked and destroy their arguments while exposing their tactics and schemes of deception. With full intensity, we pull no punches and must finish them wherever they appear.
We are few. They are many.
We rely on timeless truths and realistic aims, knowing the future results we win are only as good as our aim.
The wicked depend on mendacious rhetoric and psychological manipulation to win the moment with hollow crowds.
We must not forget how Alexander solved the Gordian knot.
Where's the Rest of the Disaster?
To make athletic gains, like any other gains, you must keep pushing to get further. This Western notion is Faustian, pushing through time and space.
When lifting weights, you must lift more, faster, more times, with greater stress, and then with better method to serve the purpose of the action.
Runners are made better by improving time, distance, and energy use through recovery trained by pulsed intervals.
In the suburbs more than the cities, you'll witness joggers with no gusto and terrible physiques, inspiring the same wonder that makes one marvel over weaklings who devotedly attend the gym but do not achieve results. Looking at them, you might think exercise is what not to do if you want to get into good physical shape.
Awful diet? No sleep? Plagued by anxiety and unrest? Atrocious genetics?
Something is terribly wrong with their approach or their traits that denies them results that should be quickly apparent in normal people. In any case, the feedback of non-results should make them aware that this way is not a good fit for them.
People who have lost sense of purpose also lose sense of value, and soon everything is done for the pleasure of the moment, the desire for degradation becoming a filter that selects for ignoble company and others seeking trivial pleasures to distract from the potential of every moment.
They live as drunk paupers desiring unawareness and escape from reality, imprisoning themselves in perpetual chaotic recovery from which they're always unburying.
You can find someone to stick the needle in or who thinks sticking the needle in or watching shows is a good use of time -- but this is not a sensible goal.
The bull rush is a naked tell of raw aggression, no longer attempting skill or technique. It signals desire for victory without the essence of greatness, i.e. the naked charge is a desperate bluff.
Defended improperly or caught off-guard, you could easily lose to the bull rush. They pressure to force deviation from the game plan, furiously charging forward to create a moment of weakness and confusion so they can vanquish you.
However, defend by keeping your posture and balance and you'll ease away, withstanding the charge and realizing they have nothing more technical with which to attack.
Thank Jehovah we're not in Bangladesh. Or Algiers. Or Caracas. Or Port-au-Prince. Or Gaborone. Or Bangkok. These and thousands of other cities are third-world disasters of disorganization and low ability. The fault is not a property of the soil, for the same people have the same outcome everywhere, while successful people from other soils find success everywhere they go. The people of this failed nation will always be known for filth, crime, and poverty -- and carry this pattern with them -- until different people capable of civilization can replace and rebrand the natives.
Seeking something positive to say, you look for something good in this mess, and struggle to find it. There are no great cultural works. Aesthetics are boring; everyone wears the universal uniform of brown-gray with dark eyes and hair, with no diverse hair and eye colorings to be found except occasionally as remnants from visiting outsiders or previously cultured people centuries ago.
The future there will be much like the present: a prison trapped with their countrymen who created and persist the terrible conditions of the country. Everyone wants to escape what their own people created and flee to Western civilization.
Were Western civilization only a concept, everyone everywhere would be free to accept its values and recreate it where they choose. If it is a spiritual instinct, only those born with its spirit can create it, and the rest can only attempt to emulate what they see others naturally do, and repeat its ideas as a learned system.
Many envy organization, purpose, coherence, non-corruption, standards of cleanliness, drinkable water, multi-level architecture, gardens, philosophy, and symphonies.
Those who don't contain the ability within themselves to create these want to be among people who do, rather than the spiritually impoverished. But if the incapable join the capable, they lower the quality of advanced societies by adding someone who cannot meet basic standards and only seeks escape from the wastelands others like themselves created.
It is understandable that the less able desire the gifts of a more able society, but it is cruel for the less able to impose themselves upon an advanced society and detract from its target by adding unnecessary weight to carry along as it tries to achieve its aims.
We have what we are, and the only fix is getting our own house in order rather, never running away from ourselves to what others created with their own labor and ability.
You Gorgeous Creature
You're just around for a lifetime, which is enough time to make yourself wonderful. Learn to vocalize with dulcet tones, both speaking and singing.
You would never want to present yourself as unbalanced, harsh, hostile, blaring, droning, or of a character at odds with your own. By your voice you show someone who you are.
Likewise, no crude mannerisms and negativity. No sighs of exhaustion, no whining, and never ignore humans to look at cell phones.
With clarity and splendor, show them a gorgeous and capable spirit.
So you want to be an artist? Or a performer? Or to appreciate expression as more than amusement that fills free time?
You will need to hone your sense of the subtle, specifically why one choice is made over another. This selection is what distinguishes a composer as genius when demonstrated time and time again, tastefully writing a perfect passage while his peers choose a less ambitious and less satisfying approach, falling back to musically coherent custom instead of crafting a masterpiece. This sense determines an artist's fate. The rote are forgotten in their lifetime, or the night of their concerts, while the greats live on timelessly over centuries.
When you only have notes and no words to indicate meaning, you must be sufficiently expressive to tell stories, just as painters offer a contemplative scene encompassing multiple aspects of an idea without dialogue and other guidance. An instrumental performer must understand the nuances of the work being performed so they know as a natural part of expression where to breathe, pause, accent, hold, or shift tempo when those are necessarily part of the composer's flow though not indicated in the manuscript. Are you sensitive enough to feel this so you can do better than mechanically reproducing notes?
Performing a piece requires the same detail as reading a poem. A poem isn't merely a recitation of words or vocal qualities of the reader, but must be presented with rhythm, pace, and touch appropriate to its content. You must not mishandle a package being delivered.
The performances you listen to contain essential details. Every measure is full of interpretive choices. A solo artist infuses the piece into his organic being, capturing delicate features he has noticed and showcasing them while coloring his understanding of the whole. An orchestral conductor is a field general of a dozen sections, guiding their balance and interplay.
Getting this wrong means creating a dull or confused presentation at odds with the composer's intent; just a bunch of notes played at once without meaning, not really getting anywhere because of jumbled communication. To get it right is to create divinity on earth for a moment, undeniable to those who experienced it.
Hikers aware they are lost in the wilderness are advised to stay in place and signal for help.
Those who wander after getting lost often perish, and are found to walk in repeating circles, expending energy and their precious water supply, often even deeper and more remote than before.
In the same way, the lost people today desperately undertake hopeless action for the sake of action. Their method has almost no chance of success while taxing them heavily and occupying their time, whereas calm consideration and choosing not to accumulate additional errors and burdens would allow them to rejoin civilization.
Texting on the cell phone works as a condom to get between intimacy and prevent pleasure so a sterile simulation of conversation becomes the norm, carefully stripped of warmth, fun, thrill, and wild abandon.
Voice is too intimate, so they live as cloistered ascetic texting monks, denying themselves good conversation in favor of living on safe fragments alone. We know everyone's busy; but everyone can also find a good time to talk. Maybe they'll want to become human again one day.
The cell phone attacks the attention span with constant interruptions so only unsubstantial fragments pass through. Do you want to know someone by their trivial situations and problems? Who could care much to live there for very long?
Without real-time communication, you don't have an interchange; it's just blasts of fragments showing a lack of thinking and expression. This would be okay if you are communicating with an astronaut. You'd know the astronaut will eventually receive your message and might respond, but seems busy on their important space mission, which involves clicking on things, reading hundreds of other messages about nothing, and watching funny videos about cats and people falling down.
Without voice, nuance or emotion are absent. You're left with poorly written text by people uninvested in saying anything interesting.
As with most pointless pursuits, intelligence does not save the day. The people simply can't pay attention, no longer have curiosity, and are mentally broken.
They are hiding behind screens, unable to think for themselves, afraid of intimacy, scared of using their voice.
Everyone's fucking scared.
The moth is a genius because he goes about being a moth perfectly, without doubt or distraction. Straight ahead, he exemplifies the moth ideal, never failing to perform the necessary for which all moths are known.
He was not the greatest moth ever, and others were stronger and more beautiful, but he was good. His efforts were devoted to his task, not making excuses, blaming others, and inventing wacky explanations to justify inaction or make verbal attacks on others moths who did better.
He was well formed, from his pale grey coloring to his general fitness for all that he might face. Appropriately, he found a mate of similar constitution, part of a eternal cycle that would continue onward. His large brood retained valuable characteristics equipping them to prevail likewise.
We keep some forests so there remain places where anything can happen. They stretch well beyond the zone of civility -- here no man's law slows or prevents any action. The state's threat of theft, imprisonment, or death holds no sway in nature. Upon entry to the wild, you accept open possibility and are thereby more alive.
The desert does not offer swaths of trees and enticing coverage, instead tempting with its vastness. If the dry heat doesn't gradually cook you and steal away your fluids, crafty creatures who need a meal will take a bite, or intersect with you from a perceived misunderstanding about encroaching on their home or young.
The desire for a safe space is the fantasy of hiding from nature, putting truth and consequences off limits, wanting to believe neither exists.
Madness from the start, madness at every step: desperate assertions of how the world should be, employing every social and rhetorical device with faulty reasoning as proof. Ignoring history when convenient, interpreting it crudely, inventing it when necessary, offering utopian futures with that condition that all are forced to comply with ideologies promising the opposite of what they've always delivered.
There's no reason here, just naked psychological need.
We don't want a surveillance state because we don't want rules enforced strictly. Surely we don't want rules interpreted by petty officials.
We tolerate rules to prevent egregious and public acts, which is not to say all acts.
Surveillance is needed for perfect enforcement -- which we don't want because it is used for petty symbolic actions against normal citizens. Actual enemies already know how to evade modern surveillance.
French officials have repeatedly warned that more strikes are possible, saying security and intelligence officials cannot track all the Europeans traveling to and from Islamic State strongholds in Syria and Iraq.Except the people traveling to Syria and Iraq aren't European. What a blunder!
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.
They have long been aware of satellites and electronic surveillance, and thus abstain, and this information is well publicized. Serious adversaries will not be detected.
On another matter, Hussein stated he only recalls using the telephone on two occasions since March 1990. Additionally, Hussein did not stay at the same location for more than a day, as he was very aware of the United States's significant technological capabilities. Hussein communicated primarily through the use of couriers to communicate or would personally meet with government officials to discuss pertinent issues. Hussein stated that a technologically under-developed country, such as Iraq, was vulnerable to the United States.
Disposable cell phones for a single mission will have no history and enter the network cleanly, thus are untrackable. Therefore expect authorities to create a system that requires passports to get them. Then expect terrorists to use buyers with a clean history.
All a government can do is capture all communications and paralyze the country's natives. Officials do the same thing as terrorists by imposing the dystopian misery upon citizens instead of alleviating the cause.
Multiculturalism that no citizen ever wanted remains useful to politicians because creating chaos means politicians can offer a solution to the problems they have created.
Surveillance prevents nothing. All it yields is dramatic audio and video footage to be shown on media programs and scare the public long after the violent event. The gates deliberately stay open.
Everyone is aware that governments monitor everything, even if illegally and against their stated mission. Citizens see this as banana republic governing with force, blame, and excuses instead of solving a problem. People react by limiting their communication and accept freedom has been lost.
Government obeys the petty dictator of the moment who seeks to expand his glorious regime. It never asks why someone let in so many who have no interest in the nation, its culture, or its values.
How many people blew themselves up when there was unity?
Before progress, we used to leave doors unlocked.
Why Social Justice Today?
To remedy universal injustice, errors of nature, and other yet unidentified grievances, we have need for social justice to force equality upon the unequal who are not constructed for it.
No more will cheap slander be tolerated, such as calling someone unintelligent or worse: using the dreaded "s word", which expresses the same concept.
Generous use of Social Justice fixes all problems.
Social Justice makes the poor wealthy when it is allowed to control wealth in accordance with compliance to proper ideological beliefs.
Social Justice makes the irresponsible into exemplary citizens.
Social Justice helps the short by redistributing height so all are made average or defined as such, never exceptional or deficient, merely adjusting so-called measure and standards to new norms.
Social Justice desires punishment for all who reject Social Justice and demands that poor judgment and falsehoods are treated as equal to facts.
She is fresh and vivid. With her you know no "no", "can't", or anything remotely resembling a limit or annoyance. She seems rich with almost infinite potential!
Even when conscious of its mechanism, love unfurls identically in all cases. Man sees a young woman's potential and creatively finds a way to minimize her obvious flaws and defects, creating an idealistic impression of her that judges the prospect of unity with her as pure upside.
Man invents romances and fantasy, being artistic in spirit (SWM ISO Celestial Union), while woman is a bedrock of practical and pragmatic concern sizing up every situation, specifically what she can get from it.
Like a prizefighter, she playfully strikes and parries in search of an opening. When she sees her opponent is dazed and wobbled on rubber legs, she charges to finish him off and achieve her victory.
Man knows all of this, yet each time rushes in head first and repeats his pattern with outlandish passion. Just as he loves all previous women and the moments they shared, he looks forward to creating beautiful moments with new women.
You would have to date her for a while for the weight of her weaknesses and disinclinations to become undeniable and thus fall past the delusional mask you carry for her. Some flaws she'll hide rather than correct, others she won't tell you because she is unaware. Many problems are fixable, or at least significantly reducible, but won't be.
Your task is to reject romanticism and optimism in favor of seeing her as she is to understand her realistically, and thus assess whether you could make a life together.
Revelatory reflections await in those experiences where you not only lack a playbook, but have never remotely heard of how this plays out or anything related to it, yet you see opportunity and a wonderful path if you dare to keep going.
Compelled and joyfully driven by the sense of what this could be, you enter its gates and fully commit.
You plunge deep into the valley of nothingness for a while, but you already knew you would, so it's not so bad. Mostly it's odd from sensory deprivation. You move purposefully and powerfully, having an abstract mental impression of where you must be, but with no feedback you float free, separate from typical expectations.
After encountering success, how would you possibly tell someone about your journey? No single aspect is relatable, yet other people fit for such an undertaking should certainly be encouraged to choose it.
You see the variegated stirring before you and can't shake the realization that all of this is a mistake. They act from reflex and instinct to mimic and perform trivial recombinations and derivatives, like a crude meat automaton.
On paper their intelligence rates above average, and they have college degrees and other credentials. Without even hearing their pointless utterances, you would know to dismiss them if you saw who they were, their social circle, and disastrous personal lives.
It is not yours to battle or set straight, but to recognize and walk away.
Reducio ad Adjunctum
Removing excess simplifies; removing essentiality cripples.
Starting in the 1960s, each successive generation wielded damage: first removing love from sex, then renouncing family aspirations in favor of material acquisition, and then finally ending the premise and purpose of marriage, which is also the foundation of civilization.
This war had the side effect of reducing government to a wealth redistribution mechanism aligned for third-world standards, with many eager to replace the capable population with that ideal.
We began with curiosity and disbelief, and were drawn closer to find out if this could be real. Fallen into lust at first sight, we were immediately comfortable like old lovers. The rest was inevitable.
The kinky kink was the thousands of social media followers with whom she shared her playful attractiveness in exchange for the rush of them liking her.
Generating pictures for social media platforms and paying attention to texts when with someone else rudely interrupts magic, and after a second egregious offense I was done with the night. We wrap things up and I don't take her to my place. She's confused because everything was incredible until the phone came out.
She asks about it the next day and I have to tell her she has to leave the phone away if we are to enjoy one another.
She was torn: have something special, or take pictures for thousands of strangers making it look like you are, as you destroy it.
You never want to do the expected.
Consider why the mob acts as they do. They are trained to be customary, which means to repeat rituals in place of one's own thought, feeling, and spirit.
Would you renounce your soul that appears but once in this universe for the sake of appearing customary?
This is also why they insist on an apology, demanding that one renounce themselves for what they would otherwise do again in the same situation. They are jackals, and their instinct is to pounce when one is groveling and weak rather than poised for a vicious battle.
The Miserable Seek to Spread Their Disease
Ideally we should ignore the ugly and deficient. It is depressing to be in their midst, as there is no good solution to their lacking.
May they reach stillness and peacefully pass away, having made few intersections, leaving few remnants.
"I do not want to accuse; I do not even want to accuse those who accuse. Looking away shall be my only negation. And all in all and on the whole: some day I wish to be only a Yes-sayer."
In the era of depression, few seek a reasonable way to restore health, or emulate timeless methods of excellence and success, but rather there is great effort to praise the failed and ill-constituted, explaining to all who can endure insane nonsense that our best future will be reached not by doing what is timeless and proven, but by championing the failed who have never demonstrated the slightest potential, and unifying behind failed methods that could work in no imaginable universe.
We bestow them with the title "equal" and imagine words cause reality, rather than being subordinate and descriptive of the reality being observed.
This secular religion is impossibly distant from reality and implausible in both theory and demonstrable results, yet attracts because it boldly promises what many lack within, though offers no way to become what one is not or to take possession of traits they do not have, yet they demand to be recognized as what they are not.
They'll push this scam one more time, and it will once again raise the hopes of those who have not seen it before, and then collapse like all previous times. How many more times can they run this before its priests are laughed out as destructive frauds selling fantasy to the credulous?
No Schopenhauer Means No Effort
Taleb knows Schopenhauer, and a detailed history of thought.
Houellebecq knows Schopenhauer, and a long chain of literature, culture, problems, and solutions.
Gray knows Schopenhauer, philosophy through the ages, critical thinking, and clear, honest writing.
Is there any point to reading moderns who don't know what came before, and can't be bothered to read the best books in civilization, instead preferring ignorance and inferiority?
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An architect unfamiliar with the best buildings, a musician who never studied and played the best compositions, or a doctor unfamiliar with the best medical practices are undeniably unsuitable for their claimed professions.
Familiarity with Schopenhauer is an essential litmus test.
Between Analog and Digital
There is but a small window remaining of the wild, untethered car still powered by the human driver. The era is closing.
At the same time, cheap swarms of drones collecting data from public observations, and then relaying that to mobile devices will overlap for a few years with the human driver.
In the chaos, subversion will be powered by a fleet of automated observation.
Drones can discover police from the lights of their traffic stops, and then perpetually track them and relay their exact positions to drivers. Unmarked police who ever once make a traffic stop can be detected and followed, needing parking garages and other evasive techniques.
Drones will likely pick up license plates, requiring those be cycled or hidden if police want to avoid detection and tracking.
An app on your phone or car will know the location of all nearby police, allowing you to drive at the speed you prefer. This can be combated by the state with speed cameras, which can be combated by the people with polarized license plate covers and aggressive drones that spray paint over speed cameras or illicitly deploy nanoenergetics to disable cameras.
In this anarchy, before all traffic is perfectly synchronized and tracked, a temporary wild west reemerges before it is murdered and programmed.
Everyone will have their own primitive air force, some militarized, some merely gathering intelligence data.
Policing will scramble trying to invent new roles before the traffic-based fines vanish as a funding source. Robberies will shift to being done electronically or on foot/bicycle as all cars will register themselves with centrally monitored systems, making it trivial to determine who received transportation to and from the crime scene.
Inflamed, not Triggered
For morning energy, she went to Starbucks for a coffee milkshake, adding 800 calories to keep her puffy arms and belly fully inflated, a satisfied look of subversion on her face when no one could stop her indulgence.
Low-fat organic soy milk topped it off, with a cookie, cupcake, or muffin for fiber. This wasn't energy for an hour of swimming or vigorous exercise, just a swarm of calories before another day of doing nothing.
The body is agitated by sugar bombs and begins swelling as the organs desperately struggle to ameliorate the excess sugar by storing it away as fat. The liver is taxed beyond capacity, unable to mediate sufficiently with insulin, and the whole organism tries to hold off eventual collapse into diabetes by pushing towards obesity as a last ditch, least worst effort to segregate the imposed surplus.
Devoted addicts might say they are unconsciously coping with some psychological problem, but could anyone believe a milkshake every morning is compatible with health, or is sensible sustenance to start the day?
They don't just suffer from lack of self-control; they are delusional about reality, which includes diet, health, and the implications of what they do to themselves.
You notice most people pursuing education have not the slightest interest in their subject of study. They want credentials, partly for posturing, but mostly from a feeling of entitlement that they deserve a job more appropriate for people who are actually interested and knowledgeable in that field.
In Schopenhauer's time, personal character was still a measure of one's standing, which is why people defended accusations against their honor with duels. To lose honor was social death, so a dual offered at least a means of living if one was victorious; likewise subjecting false accusers to great penalty. He contrasted honor with the generation of fame by saying "Fame is something which must be won; honor, only something which must not be lost."
Fools attaining credentials to enter trades in which they are functionally incompetent and ignorant is at odds with the stated goals of educational institutions, making many degrees worthless while opening education to ridicule and derision for its willingness to certify all who pay, regardless of ability.
When one sees the number and variety of institutions which exist for the purposes of education, and the vast throng of scholars and masters, one might fancy the human race to be very much concerned about truth and wisdom. But here, too, appearances are deceptive. The masters teach in order to gain money, and strive, not after wisdom, but the outward show and reputation of it; and the scholars learn, not for the sake of knowledge and insight, but to be able to chatter and give themselves airs.
Our test in assessing situations and motivations must always be to consider what an alien observer would realize, if he did not have our prejudices and tolerance for customs.
Those who attain a position based on credentials that certify qualification end up occupying a role better suited for the knowledgeable and skilled. They credentialist is inept, inadequate, and inferior because he is a poor fit for what is needed.
Consider how the educated have never taken an interest in or come to contact with any great works of civilization, or studied teachings of the best minds, for all their credentials not knowing much of anything that came this way before. But no one can deny that they are experts in the common, vulgar, and fashionable that they dutifully follow.
Every thirty years a new race comes into the world -- youngster that knows nothing about anything, and after summarily devouring in all haste the results of human knowledge as they have been accumulated for thousands of years, aspires to be thought cleverer than the whole of the past. For this purpose he goes to the University, and takes to reading books -- new books, as being of his own age and standing. Everything he reads must be briefly put, must be new! he is new himself. Then he falls to and criticizes. And here I am not taking the slightest account of studies pursued for the sole object of making a living.
They discard the building blocks of civilization by omitting foundational sources essential to timeless topics, ensuring that there is no knowledge to reference and no shorthand possible among educated people. People familiar with Schopenhauer can say "As Schopenhauer said about genius and solitude", while for all the rest there is an empty canyon of knowledge trickling with reality shows, formulaic movies, and ball games.
By not knowing what came before, they are entirely dependent on the current generation, as if the geniuses of the last few millennia never existed and we must instead depend entirely on the wily runts alive at the moment who were able to become popular, but will be forgotten or dismissed as charlatans before they die.
As if exiled from civilization, they know no past and thus cannot gauge its current location, direction, nor sense of place in the universe, remaining disoriented without means to form a realistic assessment of the world, humanity's potential, or the slightest sense of what all this means.
From this ignorance, they are forced to be innocent, naïve, simpleminded, and like cavemen after catastrophe having to reinvent and rediscover civilization through chance events, but these chances are few and sometimes finite, and thus infinitely precious, not to be ignored and discarded out of laziness and lack of interest in knowledge.
As luck would have it, scholars have rediscovered what Schopenhauer and all of his readers have known for 150 years.
Among less intelligent individuals (with a mean IQ of 81.39), frequency of socialization with friends had a significantly positive effect on life satisfaction. Those who socialized with friends more frequently (6.71, nearly every day) had a significantly higher life satisfaction (M = 4.1586) than those who socialized with friends less frequently (1.95, less than twice a week) (M = 4.1163). In contrast, among more intelligent individuals (with a mean IQ of 115.57), those who socialized with friends more frequently were actually less satisfied with life (M = 4.1063) than those who socialized with friends less frequently (M = 4.1311). The statistical interaction was such that more intelligent individuals were actually less satisfied with life if they socialized with their friends more frequently.
The academics congratulate themselves on their first time observations and name their theory, ignorant of what Schopenhauer published 150 years ago.
An intellectual man in complete solitude has excellent entertainment in his own thoughts and fancies, while no amount of diversity or social pleasure, theatres, excursions and amusements, can ward off boredom from a dullard.
Schopenhauer goes further to explains the mechanism of sociability:
But the individual who stands at the other end of the scale is no sooner free from the pangs of need than he endeavors to get pastime and society at any cost, taking up with the first person he meets, and avoiding nothing so much as himself. For in solitude, where every one is thrown upon his own resources, what a man has in himself comes to light; the fool in fine raiment groans under the burden of his miserable personality, a burden which he can never throw off, whilst the man of talent peoples the waste places with his animating thoughts. Seneca declares that folly is its own burden -- omnis stultitia laborat fastidio sui -- a very true saying, with which may be compared the words of Jesus, the son of Sirach, The life of a fool is worse than death (Ecclesiastes, xxii. 11). And, as a rule, it will be found that a man is sociable just in the degree in which he is intellectually poor and generally vulgar. For one’s choice in this world does not go much beyond solitude on one side and vulgarity on the other.
He expounds further, cites previous philosophers, and unwinds scenarios everyone has seen before, explaining their attributes and connections. A lazy academic could make an easy career proving things we all know as true.
What on the other hand makes people sociable is their incapacity to endure solitude and thus themselves.
And yet, all of this passes as new and amazing, as long as you have never bothered to become familiar with it, which also means we effectively have no civilization when the educated can't be bothered to become familiar with its best works.
Safety is For Field Hands
I know you don't want to lose Miami. No one wants to lose anything they once had. Yet you will lose Miami and everything else.
Enjoy what you can while you can, and make it great for its enduring moment as representation of spirit and monument to ability.
Why did they build grand houses on fragile hillsides or shores with raging summer storms that regularly destroy everything and take their lives? Because the setting was inspired and beautiful.
For a transitory life there is no better approach.
Magic All The Way Down
We're rarely very honest. We begin with a self-referential starting place and a few abstractions and then begin speaking about the whole we can't see, measure, or experience, often inventing clever variables when we realize we don't have the slightest understanding of how the system works.
As credulous creatures of sensation, we rely on minimalism to protect against seduction by appealing sounding systems, ideals, and abstractions. Demonstrative reality or nothing! Essentiality through simplicity -- the rest has a long and suspicious history of deception, failure, and unfulfilled promises.
We don't understand the universe or its mechanisms. We don't have a good collection of history or a coherent interpretations, and exclude all the interesting fragments outside unified dogma. We've never bothered with a realistic assessment of human nature.
The series of 'causes' faces us much more completely in each case; we reason, 'this and that must precede for that to follow' -- but we haven't thereby understood anything. The specifically qualitative aspect for example of every chemical process, still appears to be a 'miracle', as does every locomotion; no one has 'explained' the push. And how could we explain! We are operating only with things that do not exist -- with lines, surfaces, bodies, atoms, divisible times, divisible spaces. How is explanation to be at all possible when we first turn everything into a picture -- our picture!
Elves will appear and show you their magic actions that work behind the scenes, the living engine of the universe. If you dare, you can summon the spirit of the earth and it will patiently work through your social shields and untie constructed knots, debunking words before abruptly returning you to your earthly realm, unchanged in form except for lingering awareness, perhaps feeling too naked to repeat comfortable actions you know are false.
Where the Elves Live
From their wooded sanctuaries and colorful mushroomed homes, elves animate the world, turning smiling flowers towards you and powering the gears. Nature unfolds revealing its prominent mechanics, from revelations of collective shared spirit normally masked and hidden out of view. You watch the most exquisite cloud formations launched joyfully because they could be, worth doing even if normally unnoticed.
Suddenly you realize everything is reconcilable -- and when arbitrary, we err on the side of beauty.
What type of soul would choose otherwise? And from that realization we form harmonious union with others who venerate nature and honor its gifts. How rich they make us and provide for everything needed!
If you were to contact the elves and receive their wisdom, how would you share the method of encounter so others could experience their own going under?
At first you are skeptical anything real is there, as it must be just random phenomena. Curiously, you listen and consider, watching it demonstrate insight with precisely articulated summaries often accompanied by an explanation of its reasoning -- the pieces all things you knew but looked away from, holding out for a different outcome and reality.
The elves untangle and reject denial by laying bluffs bare, offering a helpful consciousness that force realization by presenting undeniable implications, thus glimpsing the future.
You're not even a piece of meat. You're a bank account with legs, barely sentient, easily captured; a featureless means to an end. You'll do.
She impetuously sniffs out need and plays docile possum so you can feel an semi-authentic simulation of a hunter capturing crippled prey.
Look what strange creature has hitched itself to your wagon.
After tying yourself up, you are commandeered to provide, not by will, but law crafted to plunder.
The illusion gradually dispels as your situation becomes clear. A flurry of bad decisions attracts more bad decisions -- haste and hunger multiplying error as the spin-out torques still harder, losing all possibility for traction as it whirls around itself.
She is not at all what you conjured her appearance to be through delusion. The desperate romantic projects his emotional hopes on a well bruised canvas he pretends is white, dually lying to himself with omission and commission, against both the general and specific case, then soothing himself with platitudes for his disaster.
Love from need is a debtor's negotiation. You'd have to first clear your liabilities to get reasonable terms.
Obvious imbalance in mutual posture was overlooked by necessity. You had to lie to yourself in eagerness to make a rotten deal.
She does not dissuade advances while rationally sizing up gains and risks. She has measured opportunity for extraction and you failed to consider why she did not fare well on the open market. All the others knew, withdrew, and walked away, not even making polite offers.
Anyone capable of analyzing others must brutally turn the same considerations upon themselves and their own situation, or invite cruel folly to envelop.
Education reminds that nothing about humanity has ever changed, nor ever will. Gems mined retain their guiding gleam whenever plucked, and you could have these too.
Or like the hunted, predators looking for sustenance might strip you bare.
When you see the bumper sticker, you immediately realize a major problem with democracy is that most people have no idea how the world works, but still have a strong opinion about how it should be organized. Allowing the ignorant to vote means organizing society based on the opinions of the ignorant, which should openly expose the problem, except only a few measure and the crowd believes they are acting wisely.
Ancient Greeks tried to warn us of dangers, first of rhetoric and its hold on the public in defiance of reason, and then of democracy and the destructive decisions it makes against civilization. For an antidote and inoculation to rhetoric they offered a detailed study and decomposition. For democracy they offered brutal critiques explaining its nature and the example of Socrates, whose murder was decided upon by democracy as a good idea because he allegedly corrupted youth with the ideas he taught his students.
Some say war is like a woman: wavering between capricious and arbitrary with outbursts of malice and wickedness. They believe all nations share identical goals and values, and that our interests and goals do not clash.
Those who tell us to avoid dealing with strife remain blissfully unaware of world event and intrinsic conflicts, innocently wishing to smother them with a soft blanket of PEACE. Yelling PEACE from the sidelines is just a heckler announcing their narcissism.
If only we had conceived of peace and visualized it with appropriate hippie slogans in place of reasoned discussion, the cause of our actual problems would suddenly vanish.
Idols and Ideals
A new luxury sportscar begins to feel merely normal after a week or two. It's still wonderful, only now you are accustomed to it being loyally at your command.
A mansion feels normal after a month. Having vast space becomes customary and only seems unusual when hired helps gets lost in the labyrinthian expanse.
A gorgeous young woman quickly becomes your expectation in appearance and spirit, as your enjoy her beauty and her appropriate fit.
You naturally gravitate towards good versions of all things, not from envy, greed, posturing, or compliance with advertising. You enjoy them and don't consider them exceptional or think much about them at all, as your targets are not material acquisition, but living.
Those who measure by money and ownership can't understand this, as they forever want more, and think joy will finally be acquired from things.
Different Mistakes, Same Root
You look back at past decisions and laugh at mistakes rife with false assumptions and projections of previous trauma.
How could such a mind ever assess soberly?
"Mistakes were made" -- and will be repeated yet again with echoing recurrence, reasoning atrociously under uncertainty, learning little, playing poorly.
What Your Grandparents Lived
Sociologists attribute a low grade depression to generational consciousness that a mass hollowing out means they won't do as well as their parents.
Many grew up remembering having neighbors and a neighborhood. There are still houses, but all feeling of community has been killed.
Relationships are dead. Marriage and divorce are used as social welfare. Dating has been reduced to a cell phone app, robbed of hope and used as entertainment for bored people.
Potential rests barren and idle. To prove its worthlessness, they make sure not to try, and then get angry at those who do, and call them cheaters.
Those who pay taxes are held political hostage, required by law to give their money to useless programs they oppose. Politicians mandate these programs to secure votes, neither giving workers relief from political schemes, nor addressing public needs.
We are reminded by the mantra "eat what your grandparents ate" that our evolution includes specialization to prosper from the foods of our foundational region. We are not to eat corn chips, sugar water, and cupcakes, unless that is what people of your heritage ate two generations ago and all times previous when they were healthy, virile, and able to attempt great efforts.
Considering more broadly, not only is health restored by eating what our grandparents ate, but our society returns to sanity and purpose when we do what our grandparents did. Simple action and realistic consideration of consequences develops a robust and worthwhile society with interesting, lively, durable people -- which is necessary to build a neighborhood of folks worth caring about, which is necessary for a flourishing civilization.
Toleration for decline and decrepitude is ignorance towards what was proven to work for millennia. We're under no obligation to walk in step with a disaster at odds with everything we want and need.
One should celebrate breakups because that means an unpleasant non-partner is gone from your life. What relief!
And isn't unpleasant non-partner the succinct impressions that remains after a while and shapes your memory of them when the rest is mostly forgotten?
Inquiry Into Irrationality
First the strange situation, then the wonderful wondering follows. You find no rational explanation when inquiring into irrational actions.
Untangle it all and consider it with an outsider's empathetic perspective and there's little more there than frustrated sabotage and self-perpetuating damage.
You are doing yourself violence, violence my soul; and you will have no second occasion to do yourself honor. Brief is the life of each of us, and this of yours is nearly ended, and yet you do not reverence yourself, but commit your well-being to the charge of other men's souls.
You expected a morsel of clarification instead of internal chaos and despair that acts for no goal or purpose. It wobbles and topples headlong as it must, not towards any particular aim.
Those seeking motivation have the correct diagnosis: they lack motivation to take action, and thus don't have results, i.e. their desires do not match their deeds.
Thus they seek a spur, but spurs are lacking.
They peruse the self-help aisle (all help is self-help) and though they find books by both helpful souls and opportunistic charlatans, no amount of reading changes their behavior, for their spirit remains as it has always been.
To get results, you simply do what must be done. There is no short cut around the necessary.
Social Justice Spam
You can sense their frustration building. They attempt every half-baked method to let off steam. Like terrorists looking for a dramatic way out of a hellish situation they've trapped themselves in, they cast blame with a shotgun approach that vaguely targets everything in range.
From here, they're just a step or two away from creating persistent annoyances everywhere, deliberately ruining what other people enjoy, taking away the last remnants of respect for cultivated art.
Their next step will be disruptions of civilization. Orchestra, opera, and ballet performances will be spammed with screamers yelling out political talking points, telling you what issue is urgent to them and which candidate you must support to help them, as if their position is important and insightful, rather than surfacing trauma.
The crowd will boo, the spammer will be ejected from the event, and we'll go on living, now both tolerating and expecting art to be interrupted by crazy people lashing out at a society they hate and need to attack for the sake of their personal identity.
Once you've created a disaster, who would want to be a part of it? Only others who tolerate disaster and think it normal.
The well constituted flee disaster, either building a state within a state using old values and beliefs no longer honored in the disaster zone, or starting their own way elsewhere without plans to return to the land swallowed up by calamity.
Periodically the zone's edges expand and contract like a city lusting for gentrification to solve its structural imbalance. Setting up camp outside the walls avoids suffering the fate of those within.
Cannot Unsee the Undead
The crisp afternoon sun illuminated her features, revealing her face as a ghoulish mask. Her attractive veneer became translucent over her skull, hinting that she was an animated corpse in transition, and desire at once vanished from having inadvertently seen her as an unsexy composition of failed flesh.
Disqualification of disqualifications! She was the walking dead, and there was no longer any reason to steal her from her boyfriend.
Seeing her as an empty, dead body kills the romance. You can't rate lower than being useless.
The pragmatic merchant has no values, standards, or outward beliefs. Those are a potential liability because they could offend customers. The merchant appeals to 100% of the audience so he can get their money. Specifically, he is interested in selling what people already want so he can most easily gain profit.
The merchant aligns with established companies to sell products being advertised by their sustained campaigns, ensuring influenced consumers will compliantly purchase whatever product they saw advertised. For merchants and the producing company, this tried and true process of training consumers to tolerate and buy whatever commercials advertise is better than printing money because it's totally legal.
Companies spend millions on commercials because they return many times their cost by making those items popular. This popularity signals to consumers that an item is good.
Ten large companies sell almost exclusively junk, with their major products being sugar water, high carb snacks, and atrocious chocolate-like candy. They know that year after year, people with poor self-control, sugar cravings from a terrible diet, and denial of consequences will buy those things. The merchant knows he can sell those items with regularity, building steady profit.
Disposable products, such as entertainment items, cater to a base public taste for generic, low grade amusement that takes away your time. The industry holds award shows and lavishes praise on mediocre efforts considered the best among many similar versions. Bold columnists go farther and call these products art, though they express no new idea and only exist to extract money from bored people who have no interest in doing things.
The modern educated person is unfamiliar with excellent books, music, and ideas produced throughout civilization. He suffers in ignorance and low taste, preferring inartistic drivel, and not even the substantial efforts in modern genres. Sellers strive to be popular and maximize their market by serving these sensibilities, individually using this wise approach that in the aggregate establishes a standard founded on satisfying the base and trivial.
The same few stores repeat through every strip-mall, appealing to a large and persistent mass of shoppers despite offering crummy products. You'd think a better alternative would bankrupt the inferior, but the majority prefer a well known inferior version to a lesser known excellent version. This result sheds light on the workings of democracy.
With the average McDonalds store grossing $2,600,000 a year, why strive to create something good when you can just run a popular franchise and take in easy money from a steady crowd of people who think they need those meals in their lives?
The merchant technique of mass appeal starves excellence, making the inferior the standard across all consumer areas. The merchant just wants to move units, and doesn't have an ideological position or deep thought about the consequences to culture when garbage becomes the demonstrative cultural norm to export.
Low quality products and two note songs replace what came before from public votes of purchases calculated after expensive media campaigns promoting dross for dopes.
By itself, a small number of pragmatic merchants is practically harmless. In a healthy society, they would seem ridiculous for trying to sell trash in a community preferring superior alternatives from conscious comparisons of better options.
Selling sugar water, unhealthy snacks, and prison-grade food first becomes tolerated and then normal as degrading descent takes hold. The resulting obesity epidemic stifles romance, makes humanity idle, and explodes health care costs.
A market selling entertainment for idiots gives us bad music, books, and movies to displace good products and make idiotic inartistic hacks the standard replacing geniuses.
The merchant claims innocence, saying he was only giving people what they want. He avoids offending anyone by saying they brought this upon themselves.
His pleasure is also her pleasure: she gives herself fully to be taken deep into his arms. She tingles with desire for the dance of love, obeying her unbroken instinct to be filled with blissful plenitude.
She can think of no better union as her body yearns for warm touch and rough penetration. Her love is receiving; his is fierce attraction for her offering. She imagines a vivid image of what she desires and blushes crimson, hiding her smile.
Her scent allures. She purrs and melts into delight as he touches her neck under her silky hair. Looking into her eyes says it all as she broadcasts readiness to be loved vigorously. Who could disagree? From the first kiss of her tender lips, she is already squirming wonderfully before his tongue has started thoroughly exploring her delights.
Clothes that shield to create distance are quickly liberated for the honest state of nature that communicates without words. She is soon shamelessly bare and excited, feeling her blood rush as she knows what will happen. She takes a long, controlled breath, nervous with butterflies in her stomach from the thrill of what she is getting herself into.
She has a passionate need to be taken and is taken far to sustained rapture by her man's incarnate force, a mystery she reveres with the experience of being swept away, each time astoundingly far, a familiar and pleasant disorientation a thousand times more vivid then her recollection of its encompassing joy.
She ends up with her end up, with both an urge to please and to be taken somewhere incredible in this bedroom adventure. From her hands and knees, she turns back and says "do what you want with me", wanting to experience what he chooses with the intimate offer to thrust into interludes of merging as one. Her wetness graciously yields to robust entry.
They moan and scream on the path to climax until reaching euphoria. She grips and releases with lost control as he explodes inside her with pulsing spasms, panting and pleased with their love.
Cues abound in subtle subtleties -- from the contours and shape of her sweet doll face you don't even have to see her in tights to know she is supremely fit, but you don't mind the opportunity either.
What is so enchanting about her? That is seems together you could do everything, fully appreciate one another, and go far together. How restricted and clashing this is with most, but with her there is harmony instead of discord.
You must move quickly to love the woman who stirs your desire, for soon she will make a single mistake that will immediately and forever dispel the attraction that drew you to her.
She asserts her right to a future she doesn't deserve
It's usually something small and fixable, such as messing up her hair, gaining 10 pounds, or expressing some petty interest. Though all of these can be quickly corrected, it is already too late. You have seen her in a way contrary to how you desire her. Now she is just another silly girl unsuitable for you.
"We look beautiful together." If only we could be together.
All romance is intrinsically bound up in the fragility of what a man imagines a woman to be, and perishes when this belief debunks itself from unexpected awareness of deception.
The brutality of time changes relations and takes deals off the table.A man's challenge is overcoming romanticism, i.e. the creative desire to see a woman as what she is not. A man in love imagines his woman as far more beautiful than she is, and inverts her scope of qualities, taking her flash of a trait as representative of the whole while overlooking her glaring flaws and not noticing them as her norm, nor her obnoxious off-putting behavior and its source.
Her self-sabotaging destructive traits are seen as cute and fun, as if she has been frolicking through life gently rather than moping with long-seeded depression and trauma.
The more desperate the victim, the more intensely they project every desirable trait onto whatever creature is nearby.
What is worse than rape and murder? Only emasculation. Rape and murder are quickly done with, but after emasculation, the next episode might be just seconds away and surely will repeat through the day.
It is performed by thoughtless automatic habit as a manifestation of the worst disrespect, resentment, revenge, and disharmonious anger. It cannot be reasoned with, and the violence that would stop its repeated appearance is now banned, so like an invasive species liberated of checks and balances, it runs roughshod over the terrain as it lays the landscape to waste.
Emasculation pulverizes the spirit, assailing aspiration, debilitating decision and reason, introducing doubt and hesitation from knowledge that the irrational and inscrutable asserter might object and demand a full accounting based on nonsense. Thus instinct is crushed, expression silenced, and one only looks for escape so they can be natural again.
Not to say you can't possibly hope to find happiness with someone who has been traumatized, but it's a much more involved undertaking.
First you must be a counselor and therapist, and then spa esthetician, constantly soothing, affirming, and calming. You try to slow the outbursts and quell angry expression, always striving to break the cycle that thirsts for repetition of the scarring experiences. Like tending to a handicapped child, you must always keep the disability in mind, as well as suitable rehabilitation techniques that will take many years and might not take completely, ultimately rendering only partial health.
Many traumatized people expose themselves, seemingly compulsively, to situations reminiscent of the original trauma. These behavioral reenactments are rarely consciously understood to be related to earlier life experiences. This "repetition compulsion" has received surprisingly little systematic exploration during the 70 years since its discovery, though it is regularly described in the clinical literature. Freud thought that the aim of repetition was to gain mastery, but clinical experience has shown that this rarely happens; instead, repetition causes further suffering for the victims or for people in their surroundings.
Talking about traumatic events stir and invigorate them. Better is to let them pass by quietly and forget them than to construct defining monuments for unwelcome events. The past is gone and unchangeable; perhaps they can make a future, which would requiring orienting toward that possibility.
Nothing will make you hate those who cause pointless trauma more than to see the echo in its targets and how they search for a return to trauma and chaos to fill their lack of normalcy.
You don't end civilization with just one vector of attack, but many simultaneously. First make people unattractive by breaking good breeding and establishing obesity as the norm. Then remove common culture and heritage so unity is prevented and shared social ideals are lost.
Follow that by making them useless and unpleasantly inert followers eager to enforce fantasy-based ideology. Then leave them as empty husks by replacing their purpose with entertainment, the supreme goal their energy, time, and consciousness should consume.
Michel Houellebecq's Submission poses a way back from the misery of enlightened progress to a more sensible society that we desire, where the good are rewarded and able to enjoy happiness, allowing parts of civilization to continue upward.
He begins by astutely painting a picture of modernity where our energies are wasted on ideological fantasies and illusions, first with silly education programs and then unrewarding jobs that spend our youth earning trite accolades. We search for interesting things in our communities and big cities, finding only intoxicants and trivial entertainment in a routine that leaves us isolated, lonely, exhausted, and with little prospect of a way out to a better situation because we've developed society into a sickly, low grade contraption.
We accept things have gone wrong, but don't really look for historical inflection points and a way out of the mess. Though the West defeated Marxist governments, Marxist believers gained control of culture and education, teaching their philosophy, word choices, canned debate phrases, and value judgments in place of tradition and critical thinking.
Feminism has triumphed and openly encourages hostile independence from men with predominance of female whims to prevent relationships and families, replacing companionship with a hookup culture that gives welfare for single mothers raising damaged children, paid for by people with jobs.
But all of this is barely held together by systems that are complicated, and thus fragile and doomed to eventual collapse. Because these schemes are artificial, sustaining their fabrication requires great public cost, making them subject to self-destruction when they become exposed as absurd or being quickly dismantled when their vast expense is necessary for redirection towards useful aims.
The grinding strife from lack of commonality with one's neighbors opens opportunity for a new third way to burst through. In Houellebecq's story, an election comes due with low interest in the parties of the day proposing lackluster candidates with an unenthusiastic reception, while a new Islamic party offers a respectable and charismatic leader with moderate views. To form a compromise government, the Islamic party gains support from a minority leftist party that wishes to weakly share power, and the democratically triumphant party institutes Islamic law and begins rearranging France into a European-Muslim hybrid model it intends to replicate across Europe and beyond into a new high civilization everywhere its population is surging.
Wealthy Saudi donors are used to fund a prestigious replacement of higher education, paying teachers substantially higher salaries, though requiring them to convert to Islam to keep their jobs. This has the side effect of allowing them wives and families, as is traditional in Islam but increasingly rare in the West.
This leaves the reader wondering about the recent undesired changes that imposed multi-culturalism and third-world immigration as a replacement population, with the ominous Orwellian slogan "diversity is our strength" aggressively asserted as a bluff to prevent rational consideration that its opposite is true.
Multiculturalism ends shared values, standards, agreement, heritage, and community.
Our previous standard of high culture has been replaced by entertainment and normal lives seem out of reach. For all this misery, dysfunctional civilization, and corroding society, we were promised tremendous benefits not available to undiverse generations, yet we have nothing to show from these promises and the massive losses pushed on us. For everything taken away, we should at least have servants, concubines, palaces, and more money than we could ever spend, no longer needing jobs but choosing to spend our days and nights on our interests and with our large families.
Instead, social integrity was destroyed and intelligence is in rapid decline, indicating a transformation to a third-world future where at best a few remnants might preserve themselves and their wealth while the remainder turns into an identical copy of the rest of the failing world.
Overall, we realize that we gave away our high civilization and the riches we worked many generations to create in exchange for nothing. Our descendants will only be bequeathed tales about what we once were, had, and could do, before we changed everything and watched our society fall apart for the sake of delusional ideology we could not stop from spreading.
Houellebecq shortens the cycle of despair with a quick electoral chance to Islamic rule instead of a long Western decline that sees the consequences of current ideology taken to its logical conclusions. Not just for stylish reasons is this a good choice, as it's easy to argue that their appearance is proof that the foundation is already diseased or dead, for in no healthy system could such ideas appear and not be ruthlessly savaged for their short-sightedness.
A benevolent Muslim takeover is an unusual route to get past modernity's enfeeblement, and indisputably would create flourishing households. Though this method is not much different than wishing for visiting space aliens to impose enlightenment and a kind dictatorship, we know Muslims are real and have households. Continuing further in the current direction of society offers little hope and more darkness, especially given the power of politicians whose motivations are not aligned with the interests of citizens.
How bad could Islam be? It's a well demonstrated method by which we could once again have wives, families, homes, and stability. A deliberate implosion to allow conversion and takeover seems from a distance to be a wild Hail Mary pass waging everything on a lucky outcome. But sometimes a Hail Mary works, and at least shows we still dream about a few of the good things all previous generations were able to enjoy before we gave them away for nothing.
The Narrative Contrary to Reality
For similar reasons, the stories media and democratic politicians produce are crazed fantasy that is usually the opposite of reality.
Both strive to produce maximum drama so people pay attention to their antics. Media uses viewers to promote commercials, while politicians promote themselves so voters select them for parasitic disassembling of society.
Ideally both news and politicians should be quiet, as barring personal gain, their task is boring and undramatic. News should blandly report facts, not indulge in dramatic story telling, stir readers into an emotional outrage, or push a particular political agenda. Likewise, politicians should perform basic tasks for public service, not seek a spotlight for attention and attracting money for favors.
As both media and politicians are promoting lies for profit, their business can be understood as traditional fraud.
Like those who blamed witches, media and politicians sell scapegoats as the reason for decline, but there are no secret oppressors. Because none are ever found, they are said to be elusive and in urgent need of being stopped, captured, liquidated, and their assets distributed to hard working marginalized addicts and mental cases.
They call themselves secular while adamantly pursuing a religious explanation, calling their group good and the group they envy evil, and then attributing false characteristics and motivations as they demonize the success of others while looking away from the reasons for their own failure.
The mediocre call themselves good, consider themselves innocent and an ideal all should emulate. Their total lack of innocence leaves them damaged by realizations that they don't measure up and were first left short by nature, and then biochemically in their lack of motivation to win a better outcome and correct their deficiencies. They wallow in a mix of compliance and blame, favoring others who are weak like them, and proposing a future where all would be educated with trendy untested speculative theories. This would wipe the past clean and allow a new start where they hope they could do better, as all the rules would be inverted, leaving them near the top.
They fixate on the happy and successful who are called evil and portrayed as malicious and plotting, and for unexplained reasons are said to be obsessed with scheming against the stupid and incapable so those people cannot escape their fate. Evil people use old established ideas and ways of thinking founded on the known and tested, and for this reason need to be stopped and forced to accept modern proposals in place of experience and knowledge. That they reject, resist, and dismiss the demands of the good is intolerable and drives them mad because it once again reveals nature favoring others whom they see others yield to harmoniously. Observing this affinity is strange and foreign to them, as magic force that could only be that of wizards and devils. This is only made worse when the evil ones open admit to favoring the capable who demonstrate strength and results, rather then treating all people equally and allowing the incapable and inept access to their worlds.
As shown in Seven Samurai, our best, rarest, and most difficultly cultivated resources are expended on the worst from their clever social deception feigning need and manipulating our pity, allowing their short-term gain at our collective loss.
From a mansion, you never get a good look at other mansions. The space deliberately eliminates walking areas and sidewalks, requiring driving, just like a visit to unzoned Texas stores. No one walks from or to their mansion, creating security by removing means of idle access.
Mansions are normally placed on spacious land that is well lit at all hours, offering no approach by surprise. Arriving by car is obvious, and intruding by foot offers no easy escape. You could try a naked approach in the middle of the night, but many wealthy people work until early morning hours or start their days at 4am, with strange extended hours and differing rooms lit at night, so at best you're guessing their downtime while certain to meet a security system that quickly dispatches local police.
This deliberate separation from traffic has the antisocial side-effect of making it nearly impossible to meet neighbors except by rare accidents like retrieving mail at the same time.
Then a snowstorm arrives to shut down everything and the stillness becomes a perfect environment for walking and looking. Cars are temporarily self-banished and the houses you drive past can be viewed slowly for full appreciation. Their contours explain themselves, with the understated and classic exteriors often seen to be hiding vast innards, just as striped shirts make the large boned appear slimmer.
Most with mansions own businesses or serve executive functions. Some are free spirits who found another way, announcing themselves with unusual displays like black lights in the middle of an open architecture, purplish lights bursting out from a dozen window pairs. But typically they are drones with giant screens tranquilizing them with nonsense to stare at.
With the lack of serious activity in society, you might wonder what valuable functions they perform to earn this wealth. We don't have the great art and philosophy we used to, except by accident and contrary to society's direction. So what are these wealthy people doing?
Like politicians, they work for the masses, i.e. accommodating low taste and organizing that effort on a massive scale.
Millions are made not by quality, but by selling sugar water, bad cheeseburgers, and junk products of all kinds. Proles love junk and pay lots of money to keep junk businesses profitable. Look at all the awful stores around you -- proles can't stop giving them money to keep them going.
Also profitable are fashionable products for image. People like to appear important, which can be done by showing off a $5 cup of mediocre coffee that costs a few cents to make. You've come a long way, baby.
The mansion dwellers excel in being the enablers of proles to effectively and efficiently arm them with the junk products they want to consume. Like a successful football coach, executives are just smart enough to do their job well, and not too smart to realize they are doing wickedness by participating in a foolish enterprise.
This is why many wealthy people watch entertainment. They are supreme proles at heart, not artists or thinkers. Entertainment keeps their prole instincts sharp so they sense how to sell what proles desire.
Law of Attraction
The Mad Dog puts himself down, aware he has gone mad and loyal to the need for removal.
By acting out, he shows himself and others his madness. In madness, any target suffices for a demonstration that one has put himself in distress.
He makes crazy, imprudent plans and watches himself cause wreckage while understanding his machinations are totally irrational and certain to end badly.
And yet, he is not curious or honest enough to identify a root cause and correct, inoculate, or stop himself from certain destruction. Nor are his actions an exchange of giving something to get something, but a rapid compounding of multiple loses to lock in a grievous error.
All could see the blunder except the Mad Dog whose energies were spent explaining a fantastical upside and denying what he was creating.
What the Universe Demands
You always start with a blank canvas. What should go there?
Something new, a substantial idea conveyed precisely, reached by playfulness and humor.
The artist is an editor. Expression arrives as a totality that summarizes while conveying essential detail after having considered a vast expanse.
You are in open space all alone, thankfully far from the safety of custom.
Compendium of Error
Dangerous books occasionally get printed. At first their appearance suggests oppressive authorities must have been asleep at the wheel to let this highly subversive information into the wild. Now they will have to hunt down each copy, burn them, assassinate the author, "debunk" and "educate" prospective readers, and send a firm message so no one else tries to discuss the topic.
But none of that happens for a book that upends everything. It isn't noticed and the topic isn't considered the slightest bit interesting. People go on following the errors and misconceptions the book urges them to realize and discard.
Upon deeper reading it becomes clear the author doesn't understand the full magnitude of what he has uncovered. Because of his fixation on leftist social justice, the book distracts itself from a larger point. Nevertheless, the concluding implications should be considered.
Adam Benforado's Unfair examines the foundational flaws in the U.S. legal system. Eye witness testimony continues to be weighed heavily, despite being known to be the least reliable. Prosecutors use clever strategies in an attempt to win rather than pursue justice. Juries are gathered under the archaic premise that they can detect lies and ascertain truth, like sniffing out witches, but studies find no such ability to find truth or lies exists.
Good looking people receive lesser penalties, presumably from the instinct to judge well-constituted people less harshly than the poorly constituted. Judges give different penalties for the same crime depending on the time of day, suggesting they are in a hurry for lunch or too tired to assess rationally. Lie detectors only prove nervousness at the situation.
In any case, justice is unequal, as perhaps it should be, remembering that "one law for the lion and ox is oppression."
We see justice is based on superstitious thinking, capricious, and open-minded about accepting sworn testimony about things they imagine they saw, heard, felt, and maybe remembered in a particular way exactly as they happened many years ago when the event in question occurred.
This is where the author thought he was done, unaware of what he had opened. Not only is justice this collection of superstitious fantasies and illusions cast into custom, but every facet of civilization is built from a similar mix of reason, fantasy, mistake, happenstance, and fiction unified into a whole that stands with self-assurance of its durable applicability.
It neither doubts itself nor feels a need to check. Contrary information is tacitly ignored, prompting no structural correction or rebalancing. It keeps on as before, certain it is sensible, functionally sound, and ideally formed, despite awareness it is irrational, structurally flawed, and founded on primitive notions long ago recognized as wrong.
Foucault tried to clarify human folly by giving a history of punishment, showing that in all ages it remains the same presumptuous act, performed violently with good intentions to help teach the person it is done to, yet other than harming someone, it changes nothing.
As neither the moneyed interests nor clever lawyers care to assess the rules of the legal game and better tune them to reality, we should not expect any reevaluations in other areas of civilization founded on grossly erroneous principles.
Instead, expect failing systems to release pressure by becoming increasingly permissive while calling this need progress, which implies infinite permissiveness without scrutiny and historical comparison would be the best of all.
Repetition Despite Situation
Public radio turtles up for its beating, as if passively waiting for an impartial referee to end the contest for lack of intelligent defense.
Every major city is overwhelmed by traffic, forcing moderns to either bypass traffic spiritually through transcendent detachment from society, physically by avoiding a common schedule or need to commute, or use of real-time data to find the least overrun side streets. In all cases, we've given up on government's ability to fix the problem, yet keep giving them money out of custom.
It is curious to be in a society in observations of its egregious errors and lack of focus. You can't really communicate with examples of its minds, but want a glimpse of the type of thinking behind this pattern of failure to take sensible decisions.
Waze offers some insight. Intended as an aggregate monitor to avoid traffic, it also alerts motorists about hidden speed traps. This is largely defeated by users displaying compliant autism by marking school traffic guards and visible police already engaged with roadside motorists so that the "police reported ahead" alert is transformed from information to noise. Other users pile on by reporting harmless disabled or parked cars on the shoulders so frequent "vehicle on shoulder ahead" announcements follow. This is only helpful if you don't have a fancy car with luxury features like a transparent windshield.
Who is your fellow citizen? He is literal and sees nothing wrong with making factual matches that destroy systems because he does not have awareness of what his actions accomplish. He has no consideration for the purpose or consequences of following instructions, nor ability to work through what those instructions will accomplish.
Meanwhile, public radio keeps giving out traffic information, which like weather is basically the same as yesterday, and in any case you'll deal with whatever it is. Insignificant and customary traffic will be reported anyway, and anything else is way behind traffic trends tracked by apps.
These attempts at communication are what you'd expect from robots or former professional boxers after a long career. While technically correct, they are wildly irrelevant and will require great effort to get them to stop doing things that add noise and don't make sense.
The tools are great, but the users who corrupt them are atrocious.
It is called cold blooded because that is the opposite of what it is, which is how they name things when emotions run high.
Specific traits were recognized by those envious of them, i.e. those who did not possess them yet admired and desired what nature freely gave others, so for revenge they describe them with slander.
Who considers, measures, scrutinizes, organizes, and by instinct uses chains of reason to assess short and long term outcomes? Those for whom consequences are most severe because they had formative evolution in harsh, long winters that require planning under penalty of death.
Those who survived this for many generations do it effortlessly today because it is part of their nature. Others seek to possess reason by taking classes, studying its use, and trying to apply rules that feel foreign and strange.
Those from the cold have warm blood, not cold reptile blood that requires the sun for energy and movement.
When you see slander, it is first detected as a lie, and then you see the envy and desire for harming another for revenge.
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