As you know linkage is usually devoid (or mostly so) of my commentary. After all you listen to my whiny ass three times a week. If I’m on point with podcasting that is. Sometimes I bend you over and fuck the joy out of your life by not producing three podcasts a week. I know you cry yourself silly in a corner when you miss out on my luscious voice purring into your ears on the afore mentioned regular basis.
Yet here I am vomiting words. Why? ‘Cause I have much to say and great dissatisfaction. Which is good because satisfaction is stagnation.
The visit of Captain Capitalism to my humble abode/shithole leaves me in an interesting mood. I’d like to think there is a bright future ahead for the human species. Yet I can’t delude myself. It’s over. The softness, sensitivity and sissiness can only be purged by fire. And the fire is coming.
Okay. I tell myself the fire is coming. Odds are I’m full of shit.
Back to the fire…
On one hand I’d like to be here to see the fire. To watch is burn. To see the snowflakes melt. To hear the screams of anguish. To piss on the embers.
In the other hand is my dick. Which all of society can suck. Collectively or individually. I care not which. In fact I could go for both.
Everything beautiful is being destroyed. Because statists hate beauty. I know my right-wing listeners would love to believe that only the left hates beauty but it isn’t so. Beauty is unique. Beauty stands out from the ordinary. Beauty is someone doing something better than you can. And even the right loves dragging others down to their level.
Statism is the average feeling good about themselves for protecting the inferior while parasiting on the superior.
I attended a modern ballet recently and it was as terrible as you think it was. Most of the dancers were coloured people. I mean people of colour. I can never keep track of what they are called this week. But we know they are different from white people because they can’t simply be called people like white people can be.
Anyhow. Dancers of colour. Because ballet was invented in Africa of course. Cultural appropriation anyone?
Yet I can get over that. Ballet was invented by Europeans. White people. Literal Nazis. Whatever you want to call them. A much more painful aspect of this was that part of the performance consisted of the dancers (I use the term dancers loosely) drumming on their stomachs with their hands. Yes. Drumming on your stomach with your hands is now ballet. I drummed on my stomach with my hands in junior high.
There is nothing beautiful in doing what everyone else can do.
Art has become shit. I use to enjoy art. Movies. Theatre. Music. Now it’s all shit. All the more terrifying is that when one watches movies from the past, movies from the days of old when the decay hadn’t crept into every aspect of our society, you can see the society we live in now portrayed in some of these movies. And it doesn’t look good.
For example: Logan’s Run. A movie I’ve been encouraging people to watch for years.
Logan’s Run comes from the utopian-dystopian mold and roughly follows the outline of Brave New World: a futuristic, science-based civilization shapes itself around human desire, specifically sexual desire, by managing birth and death to ensure that everyone is attractive and willing.
In this shining future, everyone lives in a massive shopping mall type management environment. Everything is spotless. For entertainment, they go on a far-out version of Tinder that delivers members of the opposite sex to their stylish apartments for a night of joy. People essentially live for lust.
Their jobs are easy and simple, consisting mostly of pressing buttons while the computer does the rest. Their days are spent mostly in play, and everyone dresses like they are ready for instant sex. There is only one glitch: when they turn thirty, they get “renewed.”
Renewal takes place through an event called “carousel,” where the scientific and computer-assisted futuristic society transfers people into new, youthful bodies through a process that looks a lot like killing them. However, the population seems oblivious, since it is not their turn to go.
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As with many 70s movies, the margins tell more than the story, and the understructure of narrative here shows us how useless and credulous people have become, and how empty they are to be satisfied with this plastic world of transient pleasure. Unlike in dystopian fiction, here the enemy is not without, but within, and our own vapidity unleashed by a perfect egalitarian-technological society reveals our emptiness.
Even more, it shows us people in worship of a false religion of technology, trusting the very machines that kill them to be supreme arbiters of what is true, without really knowing how the whole system works or what it does behind closed doors. The cult-like participation is designed to give you the creeps, and forty-three years later, it delivers that message perfectly.
Today we get movies like Captain Marvel.
Staring an actress on one has heard of playing a character no one has heard of spouting garbage about how white men have oppressed everyone. And by oppression I assume she means created virtually everything in the world including the technology to film the movie she got paid to be in and the economic system and currency in which she gets paid and lives her life of luxury.
In a world of failure those who fail will be kings. And queens. And trannies. And fluid. And questioning. And 42 flavours.
Was there ever a time when people sought to be original? To create beauty? Maybe that’s only a myth. Maybe humans have always been herd animals to the extent they are now. When I was young I stupidly thought we would have space stations and moon bases by 2020. We’d be sending men (not women, trannies or gender-fluids) to Mars. I stupidly thought technology and science would continue to advance.
Instead we have a society of dead minded cattle who only understand technology as a smartphone with which they can attention whore or avoid eye contact with other humans. A society where science has been transformed into the oppressive feel-good religion of global warming.
When the young people set out not to create a legacy but to do what everyone else is doing so they can get a job in a cubicle working for a corporation and pay taxes you know your society is dead.
Before modernity, people began the adult portion of their lives at age fourteen, which meant that they realized that they had to become responsible for their futures at an early age. As a result, life, though short due to illness and lack of medical technology, was intense.
Flash forward to our age; at age eighteen, the average human has completed a dozen years of obedience and conformity in school, and is now ready for their first four years of further domestication through higher education.
I say “first”, because soon afterwards, they are told their diploma is worthless so they must pursue graduate education or a certification program. But now everyone has a masters degree which makes that post graduate pursuit equally worthless, and so, the helpless youngster is told to respond with even more “education” and get a doctorate.
Then of course come a couple of years of “training” and then suddenly one realizes that they are thirty-five and still living at their parents, yet are too “overqualified” to be hired anywhere despite all those fancy degrees they have earned.
This is a true story. Many are living it daily, which explains not all but a good part of the current malaise of contemporary youth. The young have been robbed of their best years of life and vitality, between fourteen and thirty-two, told that there is no way other than wasting years of their life mindlessly gobbling data as the world rushes past them. Time wait for no one, not even PhD graduates, and so this pathological emphasis on “education” robs them of time to ponder on their true calling and what they truly want to be doing with their life.
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Historians telling us about history’s greatest figures point out that these had already achieved immense things by the time they turned thirty. Today thirty-year old people are “living” fake lives on Facebook, or playing their game console in the basement of the house in which they grew up. We are surfing on the achievements of the pre-World War I generations who contributed the blueprints and ideas of all the scientific and technological prowess which makes our life so convenient today.
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When everyone has a Masters or a PhD, then no one has one.
And in this world are found people who are unhappy and mentally broken. Societies response is not to figure out why they are unhappy and broken but to blame the unhappiness on white men and to tell the broken they are in fact brave. The broken is celebrated as the new normal. Not only is broken the new normal, broken is a source of pride.
What did you accomplish today that you take pride in? Write a novel? Compose a symphony? Build a home? Fix a machine? Plant a garden?
If you are average – and many of you are – what you did today that makes you proud was spending hours thinking about escaping reality by pretending to be a girl when you are in fact (biological fact) a boy. You have a life full of problems, most of your own making, and the only solution you can conceive is LARPing as a woman.
Which only makes you unhappier. Because you know you aren’t a woman.
We now live in at time where there is an 85% increase in homosexual teenagers, where psychiatrists tell us that “transgenderism is not mental illness” as somewhere between 45 and 55% of trans people attempt suicide (with about a 41% success rate), and where millennials are struggling to achieve the replacement rate that will allow the nation to safely sustain needed population levels.
Meanwhile, we are unable to have an honest conversation about homosexuality in the realms of science or education as individuals who bow to no higher order (family, tradition, religion, history) have made gay culture their religion, their God, and their purpose. Some have also taken missteps in allowing their religious beliefs to handicap their ability to discuss the issue intelligently as they fall into the trap of inflamed emotional outbursts. But ultimately because of a system that interprets “the pursuit of happiness” of an individual to take precedence over the needs of the nation or its culture, we have handicapped our ability to properly understand and address the best path forward to dealing with the issue of homosexuality. More so, we have become so imprisoned to diversity-and-inclusion ideology that we have failed to properly study its causes and effects on individual, the family, and the society.
It is not the intent of the author to condemn those who struggle with homosexual lusts, as the sheer volume of different fetish categories on pornographic websites attest to the varying degrees of sexual dysfunction and perversion affecting nearly everyone in my generation. Furthermore, I acknowledge the lack of evidence, study, and understanding of the complexities of sexual development in humanity and fully accept the possibility that being gay is something some individuals are born with, whether it is a natural overpopulation check, a demonic attack/curse, or simply an unbalance in biological formulation.
However, there are numerous studies that have indicated it is something inherited through external causes and that it is possible to change throughout an individual’s life.
The need for attention has become the driving force in our society.
No one needs attention more than girls.
Entire digital platforms have been given over to providing echo chambers of attention and validation for girls. Feministbook. Slutchat. Thotgram. Girls can’t stop using these platforms to get their validation. Their egos rage out of proportion to any true value they could bring to society or an individual man as a girlfriend or wife. The beta male orbital white knights continue to feed the egos of these girls under the delusion that one day she will notice him.
I often wonder if girls have any clue at all. Do they not realize that the way they present themselves to the world affects the way other treat them?
For example: Yoga Pants Girl. She has a Thotgram account with photos of her in bikinis. Her ass in tight short shorts bending over. Slutty as hell. The comment section is filled with all the comments you’d expect. How beautiful she is. How hot she is. How sexy she is. On and on and on. In the work place she wants power and responsibly but she only as a means to getting attention. It’s not the opportunity to create something beautiful that drives her at work. It’s the getting attention, being seen, being heard, being obeyed (she is already giving orders to other people) that drives her.
And the fact that she is a slut on Thotgram tells me she’s probably a slut in real life. The fact that her boyfriend allows her to slut as she does on the Thotgram tells me who wears the dress and who takes the peg in the ass.
Ash is probably the tender age of 24 and she has already given up on life and achieving true equality with her male counterparts.
She is so young, so frail looking….it seems she hasn’t been fed in days…
So desperate, Ash looks to be living out of her bathroom…
She has suffered greatly in her short years here on earth: Has had money thrown at her by Daddy (so patronizing…i know) and has had to graze and drift around the West on nothing but Avocado toast, Starbucks lattes, and the blue light emanating from here expensive iPhone.
Ash is now resorting to the highest form of female empowerment: Prostitution.
Her situation is clearly, dire.
Here life from here on out until around 40, will be excruciating: A woman…sucking and fucking her way to a paycheck. Women in the West cannot afford to work like men because they are lazy and lack the gumption…so instead, women like little Ash here have to find other ways of showing how ‘brave’ and ‘powerful’ they are; surviving.
A national issue, women are still now allowed to be men because of the patriarchy. They can’t work, apparently, or earn a living the way a man can: By showing up, being on-time and doing the job as told in the description.
Women in the West are suffering and they need your help.
For just $200-500 a day, you can save a girl like Ash from a life of hard work, responsibility, toil, loyalty, honour and virtue. When you sponsor this young woman, you might not be getting your blowjobs up front, but you will most certainly have the thought of knowing you did something good this holiday season.
Yet womynz (the strong independent ones) need to be slutty. That’s the only way they can advance in the world. With no desire to commit, follow through, create, invent, nor even show up they have no option other than finding ways to access the value and resources of others. Be it divorce settlements, attention whoring, fucking your way up the corporate ladder, or flirting at work to get what you want.
Ninety-seven percent of white girls under the age of 25 know there is no other path open to them for accessing a comfortable future. They can’t contribute. They aren’t going to contribute. They have been told by their parents, teachers, professors, and beta orbitals they don’t need to contribute. They are princesses and deserve the life of a princess simply because they exist.
And as the wall approaches what will they do? Perhaps they will use the same process most people have resorted to using in our dying society of ugly art, ugly people and average lives.
They will hope.
A ‘raise’ in the workplace will only you raise you to where the next waterline is at.
Example: You currently make 80k and year and spend 80k annually on stupid shit the wife wants. You then ask for a raise that you dont need (your wife needs it). You are now making 90k a year….the wife and you are now ‘all of a sudden’ spending 90k annually on ‘stuff’.
You just raised the waterline 10k; still trying to stay afloat and not drown in a sea of red ink.
Waiting for a raise. Hoping for a job that will lead to a 40-hr a week, soul-sucking experience, only for the chance at doing what everyone else is doing: Buying things they don’t need to impress people who don’t care about them; getting loans and houses they can’t afford; buying cars they could never pay for with cash; spending, spending and more spending.
Why do people wait for a raise? It’s probably because they are waiting to put that new pool in or that new fucking deck. Or, wifey-poo wants more than one vacation a year or wants a new Lexus SUV so that she can ‘run errands’ (grab Starbucks, do Yoga, fuck Chad who lives across town in a loft, talk to old flames on Facebook while she rubs herself off after getting a steamy text from your son’s baseball coach; all day long while you waste away in your cubicle. Or, wifey-poo wants a crumb-cruncher, or two.
That’s going to to cost you, on average $350,000.00 to raise that child from diapers through college (that’s if they become a stable adult by 24). If your ‘loyal’ wife then chooses to divorce you (1 out of 4 chance) then you will be working until you are fucking dead; never to enjoy the fruits of your labor because those alimony and child support checks won’t write themselves; your wages will be garnished.
That’s why most people are ‘hoping’ (there’s that word again) for a raise and a soul-sucking job for 40+ hrs a week, for 52 weeks out of the year, for 45+ years of their entire finite life. People who are minimalists, who aren’t materialists, who don’t give-a-fucking-shit about keeping up with the Kardashians, don’t need fucking raises!
We don’t need to work as a slave for our entire life. What we do is work smart and try to accumulate and stack cash (save and invest) so as to EXIT stage right AS SOON and as hu-MANLY as POSSIBLE.
People spend their lives waiting for money, just so they can throw it away as fast as they received it. Never planning, never contemplating why it is they are doing all of this.
They never come up for air.
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Hope shouldn’t be a process for you.
Hope is what the homeless do.
Hope is what people on welfare do.
Hope is a time sink for the non-action takers.
If you are hoping, you have already failed.
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I will never forget a conversation that happened not so long ago involving myself, and two women. One of the gals was talking about how she always wanted to do X as a business. The other woman mentioned the fact that I did Y and then asked the other why she didn’t follow through on her business/entrepreneurial goal of doing X.
This was her response:
“Well, I couldn’t start or do X because I needed money…so I got this job.”
This, ladies and gentlemen, is why men are better than women.
This response above is why there is a earnings gap (not a pay gap) between men and women. This is why women are cowards when it comes to doing anything (even dating).
The response above almost made me laugh out loud in front of this woman because of how stupid it is. Think about it for one second, as her response translates into something like this:
“I didn’t want to make money (potential) because I need to make money.”
Hope is dwelling on a future that you can’t control.
Regret is dwelling on a past you can’t change.
My personal past is littered with fuck ups and mistakes. I could blame parents, systems, friends and so forth for not guiding me in the right direction. I can blame myself for not creating my own path. Yet none of that is useful. I can only use past failure to inform my actions going forward and make the best I can of what I have left ahead.
Am I bitter and cynical? Yes.
Do I allow that do define my existence? No.
Inform – yes. Define – no.
It’s too late for me. Part of why I do this podcast is that I am still stupid enough to cling to hope upon occasion. If only one person can hear my words and the epic magnitude of my mistakes and avoid those mistakes that would bring me some happiness.
I ask these things of you.
Fuck more girls that I did. Make more money than I did. Do more of what you enjoy than I did. I want all of you to be better than me. I want to live in a society where everyone else is smarter, richer, more productive and better looking than I am. That is what Ancapadise looks like.
Ancapadise is a place where ballet dancers actually dance ballet. And none of them are fat.
Am I a fool? Yes.
Every now and then I see a bright spot.
For example: After spending how many years telling you fucktards that corporations can not exist without government and thus if there were no government to “protect us from corporations” via the “patented five layer protection” corporations would not enslave everyone but would in fact cease to exist our good friend (he is my friend and your friend) Adam Piggott, the Gentleman Adventurer Himself, and the overly egotistical (says the cock sucker with a huge ego) Vox Day have discovered that (gasp) “corporations are an artificial construct that rely on political access to the government pool of resources”.
No shit mates. Welcome to Ancapadise.
The conflation of corporations with capitalism is a common deceit spread by the left. The reality as Vox Day observes is the opposite; corporations are an artificial construct that rely on political access to the government pool of resources.
The fact that the USA, Australia, and Great Britain all currently have conservative governments should tell you everything you need to know as regards to which side Conservative Inc are actually on. As always, watch what they do rather than listen to what they say.
The reason for this is relatively simple: politicians in general are greedy for wealth and power, and a political role in government usually only provides the latter. The number of conservative politicians in Australia who retire and almost immediately receive a plum role on a corporate board are too embarrassing to mention.
In other words, conservatives are selling us out to corporations for their own personal financial gain while simultaneously crowing about how the corporations have too much power, repeat ad nauseam. The icing on the cake is not the left running around spreading the lie that these monolithic businesses have anything to do with capitalism; it is the fact that the general masses assume it to be true.