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Humor vs. Hopelessness: OJ Joke Edition

Thursday, July 27th, 2017

In the middle of the 1990s, when the lifestyle septic tank of popular culture had discovered there was such a thing as email and message boards, OJ Simpson crept back in the news for his blunt force method of wife disposal.

One message traveled around the world more times than the influenza virus. It had about a dozen OJ Simpson jokes that everyone just had to open and read immediately. Certainly the trial was a farce. Certainly OJ did it. Most of us would go to jail instantly and permanently if we had made matrimonial mulch the way the former football star did.

But OJ was special — politically special. Would a mob be primed to riot on our behalf if the verdict went the wrong way? Nope. It was obvious that a cheesy, has-been celebrity was getting away with murder on the basis of his wealth and race. But this was not what led the average, rational person to laugh at bad humor and forward it to their fifty bestest buddies at least fifty times.

The OJ Jokes were defeatist humor. People feel they are constrained and deliberately held back when they have to interact and compete with minorities. And what galls many people the most is that there are whole classes of people who can’t be criticized. So when OJ went for a ride in the Bronco, he went from a protected minority to a brutal man who hacked up women. Here was a minority who was now fair game.

So all the jokes about OJ became a steam valve. Those denied Freedom of Association by EEO rules or Affirmative Action policies now had a way to vent their rage. This worked around political correctness and ideological scene-policing. OJ jokes were euphemisms for what people really wanted to talk about: how diversity really sucks, and we cannot criticize it, so we are a beaten, frustrated population.

History may not repeat itself, but it can certainly rhyme. OJ Simpson was caught involved in a shady sports memorabilia deal in Vegas and got sent to the aforementioned can. Now, after several years of uneventful incarceration, The Juice is back. He’s 70 and on way too many no-fly lists to sprint through the airport, but he did ace the parole hearing.

Simpson appeared as inmate No. 1027820, dressed in blue jeans and a blue button-down shirt, in a stark hearing room. Displaying contrition, Simpson told the hearing: “I’ve done it as well and as respectfully as anybody can. I think if you talk to the wardens they’ll tell you. “I’ve not complained for nine years. All I’ve done is try to be helpful… and that’s the life I’ve tried to live because I want to get back to my kids and family.” Simpson’s daughter, Arnelle, 48, pleaded with the board to release him. “We just want him home”.

Now the (((Goldmans))) have won a huge civil judgement against him for the wrongful death of their son Jody,* oops, I mean Ronald, so at least we won’t see him spending his golden years strutting too much. Which is a blessed relief. It will spare us a 50-joke email featuring OJ Simpson’s misconceptions about Viagra and Rogaine.


* — Jody was the generic name given by soldiers to the guy attempting to nail their wives while they were away on deployment. You know, Joe the Guy… Joe D. Guy… Jody.

Soft Apocalypse

Wednesday, July 26th, 2017

The robots are coming….Work as we know it will be over. But rather than fixing up a Singapore Sling and enjoying it, the Left asks how it can use this prediction to insert government further and harder into all of our private lives.

As the story goes, by 2025, your labor will be produced by multiple lines of software coded driving robotic arms. Two-thirds of Amerika will be out of work. Someone tell the liquor store they’d better not run out. In response to this, Leftists assure us that all governments must implement a Universal Basic Income (UBI). In their view, this is the only way to maintain social order. More likely, it will only prove Margaret Thatcher’s Iron Law of Socialism: government “free” stuff always runs out of other people’s money.

On the battleground of ideology, the Left needs a robot apocalypse because their obsessive and dramatic climate change predictions have failed. The global meltdown has been postponed until 2068, so the Left needs another reason why we should all become controlled by Leftist government, which is totally not as Soviet as it appears to be, they insist. It’s as bad as watching The Peak Oil scam fail to restrict our mobility and decent incomes (earned; not guaranteed).

There is no apocalypse. No sudden War of the Worlds, The Day After Tomorrow or Red Dawn style cataclysmic event will bail you out of the existential misery of living in a modern time. Get ready to live through a long, prolonged decline into more of the same that we have now, but on the economic level of Brazil and other Leftist success stories, namely third world levels. In addition, you will get ethnically replaced, gradually and not suddenly, as more people cluelessly outbreed. Western Civilization — such as it is — will be entirely removed and replaced with a vast beige race of low-IQ people ruled by a few Asiatic hybrid elites in Washington, D.C.

Everyone gets the Apocalypse wrong. They are too busy using it for leverage or for LARP material. This is nothing new for the hapless men and women trapped in the ruins of a society in decline. Constance Cavafy wrote a classic poem about how Late Empire Romans viewed the coming of the barbarians.

Why don’t our distinguished orators come forward as usual
to make their speeches, say what they have to say?

Because the barbarians are coming today
and they’re bored by rhetoric and public speaking.
Why this sudden restlessness, this confusion?
(How serious people’s faces have become.)
Why are the streets and squares emptying so rapidly,
everyone going home so lost in thought?

Because night has fallen and the barbarians have not come.
And some who have just returned from the border say
there are no barbarians any longer.
And now, what’s going to happen to us without barbarians?
They were, those people, a kind of solution.

So what will do us in? We dream of apocalypse and sell it because we know things are out of balance. It doesn’t require physics training to grasp the barely tenable prospects of a metastatic equilibrium. It’s always just an inch or two short of going to hell in a bucket. Well, it’s going to go down. But it’s going down slowly and inexorably.

I remember once when I was young, stupid and alone in a weight room. I decided to bench more than I could get off my chest easily and got through the last rep I could do. So I tried for one more – just for the heck of it. I fought long and hard to keep that damn thing off my chest, but it just kept slowly going down until I had to tip one end of the bar down to keep from injuring myself. That’s what our collapse will be. We just sit around dreaming of doomsday and therefore not tending to all that is gradually rotting away and breaking down right in front of our face. Meanwhile that bar keeps fractionally going down instead of up while our arms become increasingly too weak and fatigued to make it all travel in the correct direction.

Unless we get The Book of Revelations thrown at us hard in the near term, science fiction author Will McIntosh nailed how America dies better than anyone on the street corner of academia or government with a “Repent Now” sign. His novel The Soft Apocalypse details how we start re-tribalizing and no longer being anything close to a unified nation.

…the “New Normal” is a Soft Apocalypse. This is how our world ends; with a whimper instead of a bang. New social structures and tribal connections spring up across America, as the previous social structures begin to dissolve.

Speaking of poetry, you recognize that citation, do you not? It’s from the famous post-WWI acknowledgement that democracy had done in another promising civilization:

This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

So as it all breaks down and everything begins to go Amy Schumer shaped, ask yourself this: Who is my tribe? What brothers have my back? Stop being worried about what the lügenpresse gives you permission to worry about. Stop waiting for the barbarians while your dysfunctional neighbors raise them right across the fence from your back yard.

The robots will unfortunately not replace the moron screwing your order up at the sub shop. He really could still be there the day he forgets to wash his hands after he takes a dump on his break. The collapse is ongoing and of our own manufacture. Be ready to survive and rebuild when our drunks, lames, handicaps and psuedo-sapients tip the Malibu vacation house to the point where it breaks and goes down hill with the muddy rainwater.

The Soft Apocalypse will be hard to predict and survive. Good luck and Jesus will not save you. Your government is working against you. Your fellow citizens will kill you with their ineptitude, if they can. The path leads only downward, to a Soviet Brazil of infinite pointlessness. Only preparation and competence will allow you to save yourself.

Nothing Could Be More Carbon Neutral Than Al Gore Taking A Dirt Nap

Sunday, July 23rd, 2017

Even Blessed Gaia suffers from supperating zits on her sweet, terrestrial buttocks. None represents more accurately this bloat of oil, bacteria and other subcutaneous waste products than Albert Gore, Jr. He emits IR-absorbing GHGs below.

“The abolition of slavery, woman’s suffrage and women’s rights, the civil rights movement and the anti apartheid movement in South Africa, the movement to stop the toxic phase of nuclear arms race and more recently the gay rights movement,” Gore said. “All these movements have one thing in common. they were all met with ferocious resistance,” Gore said on July 13th during his talk to the conference in Melbourne. Other speakers at the summit tied climate “solutions” to social causes. Climate activists admitted that “Carbon Neutral” goals were being used to achieve “gender & social equity.”

If “Ferocious Resistance” equals Dad , Junior truly has a deep point about that Civil Rights Era stuff. Not that anyone getting their phone boosted on the BART really cares whether DR3 is true or not, but it demonstrates the extent to which Al Gore is filled with intestinal emissions of Sulfur Dioxide and Methane. Naomi Klein explains the real point of The Climate Change Movement.

Author Naomi Klein, author of the new book “This Changes Everything: Capitalism vs. The Climate”, admitted during the 2014 People’s Climate March in New York City activists would be caling for the same “solutions” even if there was no climate “crisis.” She was asked, “Even if climate change issue did not exist, you would be calling for same structural changes?” Klein responded: ‘Yeah.’ Following the panel, Climate Depot asked Klein if she would support all the same climate “solutions” even if the science was wrong. “Yes, I would still be for social justice even if there was not climate change. Yes, you caught me Marc,” Klein answered sarcastically as she abruptly ended the interview. Klein told the activists she recommended “weaving this [climate] movement into all of our movements.”

Modern Environmentalism has forgotten Deep Ecology, but still remains all about solutions. The problem it solves now is how to keep Red Diaper Babies relevant after the whole Holodomor/Khmer Rouge chic went sideways in the late 1980s and early 1990s. The Berlin Wall fell and China opened more completely to the West. Maybe ten years later, Mann and Briffa were fabricating Hockey Stick Curves and Al Gore, Jr was all aboard the scam train the same time he flew aboard Kenneth Lay’s corporate jets. Just 537 more votes in Florida, and Gore would have ridden The Piltdown Man of Geophysics straight into the White House.

So environmentalism has become a career ladder for the sophisticated, amoral sort of bro that can be found by The National Enquirer generating bastards with groupies while his wife dies of cancer. But the planet remains in peril. Woe betides the verdant forest of our forefathers that these liver flukes of psuedo-scientific litigation would no more seek to acknowledge than they would their various “outside children.”

Our current ecological state is one that is imperiled by a vicious cycle of democratic nations that vote themselves free beer and third world populations that go full-metal r-strategy when it comes to reproduction and then traipse across open borders to befoul places they care nothing for. The best in the world breed below replacement, the worst are filled with a passionate fecundity. The consumerist flood of cheap, disposable junk fills our landscape with a level of garbage commensurate with what gets left behind by a typical Earthpeace demonstration.

And this garbage hides the verdant joy of the landscape the way our officially sanctioned narratives hide the true problem we face with our environment. I call it The Michelob Delusion: the false belief that we can really have it all. A politics that genuinely protected would be a politics of stewardship, cost-benefit analysis and limitations on how much we could acquire via the labor of others. It would make you earn, save, reinvest and work for every toy or bauble you acquired. Then you’d have to own, maintain and keep track of all that crap or else.

The Michelob Delusion then causes The Nevada Problem. This can be summed as follows: Any place that considers it a state of emergency when the stoners can’t get their supply of chronic will have a dead environment until the stoners do the planet a favor and fatally OD. You cannot promise your entire population the moon and expect your ecology to not rapidly deplete. We cannot all haz cheeburger everyday. Claiming that these problems are all global warming’s fault and throwing a trash-strewn climate march to make it stop is not going to make anything unpleasant cease from being inevitable.

Expecting Al Gore to save the environment is about as stupid as expecting Swirl Activists and Cuckservatives to end racial division. Just as nothing could improve race relations in The United States of America faster than debunking any philosophical gravamen left under Cuckservatism and reestablishing De Facto and De Jure Freedom of Association, nothing would be more Carbon Neutral than Al Gore taking a dirt nap.

Standards Kill Parasites

Friday, July 21st, 2017

Do you believe in miracles? I believe they are possible, but I’ve studied just enough about quantum physics to learn how bloody (expletive) unlikely that is. I can accept God acting outside all physical law, but within the realm of the material, I squint double-hard at miracles.

Thus, I think National Border Patrol Council President Brandon Judd is exaggerating a tad when he says that morale is at a 20-year high. In the grand tradition of recent American politics, this sounds more like he is “showing results” by showing emotional effects on others.

I did not vote for Donald J. Trump in expectation of miracles, or even few solid and amusing plagues straight from the Book of Exodus. I expected him to get results because he understands what a standard is, and how enforcing those standards prevents exploitation of what the standards protect. He has established a standard that our laws are real, and foreigners can enter the country only in accordance with those laws.

He is securing our borders in order to ensure that those laws are enforced and in turn, is putting pressure on the citizens to change those laws if the results are bad. It turns out that his approach works spectacularly. Here is what happens when you set a standard.

The large drop in apprehensions of people illegally crossing the U.S.-Mexico border is “nothing short of miraculous,” National Border Patrol Council President Brandon Judd said on Monday. “If you look at the rhetoric that President Trump has given, it has caused a number of illegal border crossings to go down,” Judd told C-SPAN. “We have never seen such a drop that we currently have.”

Standards kill parasites. Standards make people actually put some skin in the game and commit before they get gimmedats. When people think they can use a resource free of consequence, you get the Tragedy of The Commons. When a good or service comes at a price, the ones too lazy or too dysfunctional to pay are excluded from depleting it. If there are no standards, each person exploits what is there and everyone suffers as a result.

This observation repeats with regard to SNAP enrollment in Georgia as well. Make people work and the ones allergic to that sort of thing will dissipate. They move to places where the pickings are easier.

Work requirements have halved the number of single adults receiving food stamps in Hall County and in 23 other counties. The number of able-bodied adults without dependents getting food stamps in Hall County fell from 529 people in 2016 to 264 at the start of 2017, according to the Georgia Division of Family and Children Services.

If you don’t want your peace, your finances and your environment destroyed by a horde of parasites, commit to standards. Commit to demanding something out of everyone that comes to feed. Apply the John Smith Rule. “He who does not work, does not eat.” States under budgetary pressure are looking to expand it to Medicaid as well as SNAP.

Indiana could become the first state to require some Medicaid recipients to work but it is facing a flood of opposition from health groups, advocates for the poor and others. Public comments filed with the federal government have been overwhelmingly against the idea even as Congress debates whether to give states more leeway in running their Medicaid programs, along with a lot less funding. Other states in various stages of pursuing permission for work requirements include Kentucky, Arizona, Arkansas, Wisconsin and Maine

Standards are the answer to the weight of the poor. Demand more than other, more socialistic places, and the worst of humanity will leave you. This means that the people in your society who are actually contributing are the ones who stay, which means that everyone benefits as contributions increase. Defend the normal, healthy and sane and you get more of it; focus on pitying those who are failing, and you get more of that at the expense of the normal, healthy and sane.

Compassion means saying “No.” Compassion means rewarding those who contribute to a community and banishing those who do not. Standards are the cure to Modernity. Is it any reason why they are so frequently condemned as “Racist,” “Classist,” or just plain “Evil”? Standards threaten the Left, which wants to destroy the normal, healthy and sane so that the insanity will be accepted as normal.

The hordes of parasites that empower the Left are not sustainable without unconditional altruism, which if you decode it is really a type of advertising for individual called “virtue signaling.” The people who talk loudest about The Poor™ care the least about them; what they care about is appearing to be more virtuous than you, while not investing the hard work in actually being, you know, virtuous.

When you think about it, the opposite of good is not “evil” per se, but everything that insists good is not necessary. When we give up on standards in favor of the appearance of altruism, we are relying on a miracle. When instead we demand standards, we are acting from sanity and will achieve the best results possible on this Earth.

Your Elimination Will Not Be Televised

Saturday, July 15th, 2017

San Francisco would just hate to be racist. It would be horrible. Almost as bad as being homophobic. Harvey Milk’s revenant would rise and claim vengeance.

Given this opportunity to engage in anti-White mayhem, the “youths” riding the BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit) have decided to strike and hold. On April 24, they decided they would commandeer their very own train.

BART Police said witnesses reported 50 to 60 juveniles jumping the fare gates and going to the platform. After boarding the train, the juveniles “committed multiple strong-arm robberies of bags and cell phones,” according to a police report. At least two people were hurt and were treated by paramedics for facial and head injuries. BART said there had been similar robberies on trains in the days prior to this incident with juveniles running onto trains and quickly fleeing, but not with as many people as in Saturday’s robbery…

Now logic would dictate that naming, blaming and shaming these adorable little turd blossoms would work wonders in preventing these not-so-great train robberies. Initially, this was the preferred course of action for BART.

“We are basically getting all the surveillance images that we have, and we’re going to be sharing them with Oakland Police, the schools, Oakland Housing Authority to try to identify the suspects,” said Trost.

Meanwhile, the criminality continued unabated. A BART security guard had to serve and protect on some of the local teens to prevent further larceny on July 6.

A teen in a group of around a dozen allegedly snatched an iPhone from a woman as the train was approaching the Coliseum Station. They all ran from the train but an off-duty security guard witnessed the crime and followed them onto the platform, demanding the phone back. That’s when 62-year-old Leonard Brown was punched and kicked by several young people but did manage to get the phone back.

The BART is a totally unsafe way to get to work. It is being overrun by these “youths” and “teens.”

In the last three months, there have been at least three robberies on BART involving groups of teenagers. “I think people are genuinely concerned — they are fearful about the stories that have come out about the recent attacks, the assaults, the thefts,” said Debora Allen, who is a member of the BART Board of Directors.

So why not name them and shame them? It’s ¡RACISM! all the way down…

Allen told us the agency issued an explanation for why it is being tight-lipped about the thefts. “To release these videos would create a high level of racially insensitive commentary toward the district,” she was told. “And in addition it would create a racial bias in the riders against minorities on the trains.” According to a memo distributed to BART Directors, the agency won’t do a press release on the June 30 theft because it was a “petty crime” that would make BART look “crime ridden.” Furthermore, it would “unfairly affect and characterize riders of color, leading to sweeping generalizations in media reports.”

Poor San Fran. They face a Hobson’s Choice. Either (A) They can effectively use up-to-date technology to arrest these criminals, or (B) they can virtue-signal their concern over how riders of color and misunderstood youths are portrayed by the media. So clearly the passengers can just get used to this being a part of life in the modern city. It’s just how misunderstood youths from Oakland Housing Projects express their sadness and alienation from mainstream society. And let’s just face it. People text and play on their cell phones too darn often. We’ll just scare Whitey straight on this one.

No. Let’s just dump the trash on the table here. Black youths from Oakland have just been offered the opportunity to go on a Honkie Mofo Hunt with no bag limit. The BART cares more about “compassion” and “tolerance” than they do about delivering live and unmolested passengers. And that’s the thing about tolerant understanding. You get a hell of a lot more of whatever it is that you tolerate or understand. Crime is typically a shortcut to getting things you’d otherwise have to bust your butt and earn. Let people take a convenient shortcut, and you don’t have to be Enrico Fermi to puzzle out that it will soon become the new beaten path.

Crap like this is why Middle Class White People are fleeing California as rapidly as they can save up the down payment to elsewhere. It’s not bad enough that the Bay Area has unaffordable housing. Or that many of the city schools rank worse than 5 on a scale of 1 to 10 compared to similar schools. Or that
the high-tech bubble that has been the backbone of The Bay Area Economy may well be breaking.

The BART has made a callous decision that innocent civilians riding metro rapid transit to work every day now matter less than their PR strategy. They will suffer in silence. They will suffer in government-enforced silence. There is at least one color of lives in California that do not matter. There will be a day when BART doesn’t have riders. There will be a day when there is nowhere along the BART lines that is a destination worth traveling to. These thugs on the train are hastening that day. The cuckery of The Tolerance Tyrants in the face of utter antinomian brigandage will hasten that day. This road to Hell will be paved with Dead White Taxpayers. It’s construction will not be televised.

Yet Another Democracy Failure In Greece

Wednesday, July 12th, 2017

I’ll drop a secret regarding the current ANTIFA government pissing away the great European Nation known as Greece. They won’t be challenging Aristotle effectively in next year’s Genius World Cup.

Two years after an international bailout that was supposed to lead to an economic revival, conditions here have only worsened and life for Greeks has become one of constant misery. The economy is stagnant, unemployment hovers around 25% and is twice as high for young adults, taxes are rising, and wages are falling. Half of Greek homeowners can’t make their mortgage payments and another quarter can’t afford their property taxes, according to the Bank of Greece.

So Greece is pretty much looking like a nation that went from The Cradle of Democracy to its pathetic abortion grave. After starting out as a nice, civilized, bureaucratic way to make non-conformists like Socrates drink the hemlock, Grecian democracy has upped its game. It has now spent the last two years serving its surviving population the economic equivalent of Jonestown Coolaid just to make sure they get every last bug.

Yet, Prime Minister Alexis Tsipras and his left-wing Syriza Party ignored the referendum results and signed a third bailout deal that would provide nearly $100 billion in loans the country desperately needed to avoid collapse. Tsipras, whose party gained power on a pledge to resist further austerity requirements, reversed itself and adopted more budget and pension cuts. In June, he negotiated the latest payment of $9.7 billion.

You see Greece elected a formal and doctrinaire communist who has thus far demonstrated a capacity for leadership almost, but not quite as bountiful as a North Korean rice harvest. He could just about accidentally Holodomor a significant swath of his population. You probably wouldn’t like him if he were ever competent and professional enough to be deliberately malicious. Tsipras famously ran for office on three platforms.

1) He wasn’t The Golden Dawn Party.

2) He wasn’t, you know, a (((Bankster))).

3) He’d never knuckle under to Germany because the Nazis stole Greece’s gold and the Greeks still hadn’t received reparations.

There’s an old joke about a tourist who goes to Paris and asks about all the nice trees along the Champs Elysees. The natives explain that they are there as a service. They were planted so that German armies could march in the shade. A simple bumpkin could be forgiven for believing something similar with regards to the streets of Athens after Tsipras folded to Angela Merkel’s pet European Union and paid up his Danegeld like a nice little Marxian Poodle. German armies don’t march these days. Their financiers simply launch a blitzkrieg of foreclosures and credit downgrades.

But then again, Charles Darwin could only approve of how utterly the Greeks allowed themselves to be pwned without the firing of a single shot. We can cry about how rough it is to be cocaine addict and how we should all have sympathy. However, nobody stuck a gun to the dumb sonnovavitch’s head and made him buy the Bolivian Marching Powder. The Greeks believed they were actually getting money for free by discontinuing their national currency and adopting the Euro. They also may as well send a serious response to those Nigerian Prince emails that show up in the Spam Folder every other day. Those who believe in sodomizing the weak apparently need to pack their bags and go tour The Parthenon. The Greek People actually chose Alex Tsipras to represent their interests. I run very low on pity.

This is a hidden positive externality of the Democratic process. Just keep your passport handy. When a population freely chooses a man of Alex Tsipras’ philosophical beliefs, you know that you live among a den of thieves. When Alex Tsipras is The Prudent Man’s best choice out of a radioactively defective litter of candidates, you are a man amongst the ruins. Your nation is done — well past Medium Rare. Greece will get it’s Hitler. They deserve him just for being themselves. The only positive here is that he’ll be a Greek Hitler and not quite figure out how to get the trains to the death camps. Maybe he’ll watch The Great Dictator starring Charlie Chaplin rather than reading Mein Kampf. It’s about the only chance the Greeks have of staying out of Hell aside from a real-world German military intervention. It could be Repo Man on steroids.

Now all of this mockery is terrible. There’s another country I could also mention that has similar ongoing death of it’s worthwhile human beings.

According to a report that was produced by researchers at Harvard University, the number of Americans that spend more than 30 percent of their incomes on housing has more than doubled. In 2001, nearly 16 million Americans couldn’t afford the homes that they were currently living in, but by 2015 that figure had jumped to 38 million.

Cucks will whinge that the system is rigged. Like it fell out of the sky that way as Lucifer’s Hammer. Since nobody does whinging Cuck Twathurt with the elan of David Brooks, here we sample the fine whine.

It’s when we turn to the next task — excluding other people’s children from the same opportunities — that things become morally dicey. Richard Reeves of the Brookings Institution recently published a book called “Dream Hoarders” detailing some of the structural ways the well educated rig the system. The most important is residential zoning restrictions. Well-educated people tend to live in places like Portland, New York and San Francisco that have housing and construction rules that keep the poor and less educated away from places with good schools and good job opportunities. These rules have a devastating effect on economic growth nationwide. Research by economists Chang-Tai Hsieh and Enrico Moretti suggests that zoning restrictions in the nation’s 220 top metro areas lowered aggregate U.S. growth by more than 50 percent from 1964 to 2009. The restrictions also have a crucial role in widening inequality.

Find me a sentence that Alex Tsipras wouldn’t nod along with in ideological synonymity. That’s your “conservative” New York Times columnist. The lefties couldn’t be reached. They were out back building a guillotine out of Legos and Lincoln Logs. Our elite smart guys would take us exactly where the Greek versions of Bernie, Hillary and Cherokee Liz have taken the miserable, suffering, bankrupt Athenians. The American People were still uncucked enough to offer the timerous and tenuous resistance of electing Donald Trump.

So now we have Trump instead, who tells people to punch counterprotesters instead of picking up their trash. When politeness and orderliness are met with contempt and betrayal, do not be surprised if the response is something less polite, and less orderly. Brooks closes his Trump column with Psalm 73, but a more appropriate verse is Hosea 8:7 “For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind.” Trump’s ascendance is a symptom of a colossal failure among America’s political leaders, of which Brooks’ mean-spirited insularity is only a tiny part. God help us all.

So maybe God will help us. If he does, it will be for the nonce. The long-term trend will not travel on an upward monotonic azimuth. There’s a slow train coming and it’s not going to take the US of A to a very happy place. Our nation’s electorate has started voting itself free beer. That only ends in tears. It only ends like Greece. It ultimately only ends the way it did in Weimar Germany. A democracy becomes a contest of who/whom, and then it is doomed to dissolve into modern terror, inevitably some form of creeping socialist terror worthy of a Lovecraft novel.

Utilitarianism Is A Repugnant Conclusion

Wednesday, July 12th, 2017

Utilitarianism forms the basis of our current society, which is that we do whatever achieves the greatest happiness for the greatest number as they judge it and report. This runs into collision with an ethical argument first put forth in 1984 by Derek Parfit which became (deservedly) known as the repugnant conclusion.

The Stanford Encyclopedia of Philosophy explains the failure of utilitarianism in terms of population:

In Derek Parfit’s original formulation the Repugnant Conclusion is stated as follows: “For any possible population of at least ten billion people, all with a very high quality of life, there must be some much larger imaginable population whose existence, if other things are equal, would be better even though its members have lives that are barely worth living” (Parfit 1984). The Repugnant Conclusion highlights a problem in an area of ethics which has become known as population ethics. The last three decades have witnessed an increasing philosophical interest in questions such as “Is it possible to make the world a better place by creating additional happy people?” and “Is there a moral obligation to have children?”

We might view population as the metaphor, and the real question as, “which is better, excellence for a few or mediocrity for many?” In other words, are we aiming for quality or quantity, and if so, are we willing to sacrifice quantity for quality. The idea of utilitarianism is itself entirely quantitative, so we can see where this leads for the utilitarian idea

Parfit’s first and fatal error in attacking this question was to go full-metal Jeremy Bentham. In the proud tradition of scientific socialism, Bentham attempts to put a value metric on happiness. Parfit compounds this wrong further by partaking of the math-nerd version of Spirit Cooking. He uses the Benthamic concept of measuring happiness at the highest population number where H >= 0 for the individual person.

It gets to his choice of ethical systems. Parfit executes a moral decision-making model by using utilitarian ethics: do the greatest good for the greatest number and you will be less wrong. This misses the point entirely. No matter how sophisticated you make it, no matter how many silver-dollar words you describe it with, utilitarian ethics define morality on a basis of what makes the individual person “happy.” Therein lies the rub.

What makes an individual happy depends heavily on what sort individual you’re talking about. In world full of individuals like Trick Daddy, this reduces the epitome of morality to what fills a man’s stomach and stimulates his sex organs.

When I approach this problem, I’m thinking deontologically. As Omar put in on an episode of The Wire, “A man’s gotta have a code.” Rather than cribbing Jeremy Bentham, I would use Isaac Asimov’s methodology instead. Getting the toolbox out and tinkering with Psychohistory from The Foundation series, I came up with a different standard by which we can optimize human population.

Asimov worked as a chemist before his sci-fi blew up and he could earn a living writing articles for Playboy instead. A lynchpin concept in the study of physical chemistry involves a mathematical application of probability theory called statistical mechanics. Statistical mechanics estimates physical (or chemical) behaviors of a substance based upon a distribution of characteristics of individual molecules, atoms or particles contained in the substance. Asimov modified this intellectual framework to plant the theoretical axiom that a historian could start predicting the future history of a civilization based upon characteristics of that entity’s human population.

This leads me not to work towards an optimal population size at all. You don’t reproduce to fill up a cubicle farm. You also don’t cut people off of God’s psychopathic rugby football club just because you run out of jumpers. It’s not the size of the population in question that determines the good. It is the quality. Are these people intelligent? Are they industrious? Do they love their God and love their neighbor? Do they produce or do they mooch? Do they contribute or do they steal? Are they shiny, happy people? Who gives a rat’s rear-end unless they can honestly provide the correct answers to the first five questions?

So how many people do I order the good people to go forth and breed? He doesn’t. The correct question involves how good of a job can you do at g-loading them for war against powers and principalities and then how effectively and diligently are you working at optimizing that potential. Half of being good at mathematics is to know when to stop estimating based on knowledge you cannot yet possess. Sometimes Old-Fashioned Kentucky Windage gets you closer to hitting the target than obsessing over dialing that sight on your weapon with a nail.

So let’s talk reproductive strategy, not numbers. You’ve got two choices: r-strategy or K-strategy. So if you want to flood the zone, and hope that one or two them don’t wind up as casualties, you, like the rabbit or salmonella, choose r-strategy:

Those organisms described as r-strategists typically live in unstable, unpredictable environments. Here the ability to reproduce rapidly (exponentially) is important. Such organisms have high fecundity (glossary) and relatively little investment in any one progeny individual, they are typically weak and subject to predation and the vicissitudes of their environment. The “strategic intent” is to flood the habitat with progeny so that, regardless of predation or mortality, at least some of the progeny will survive to reproduce.

If you want your children to run with the big dogs and not once have to back down from life’s pissed-off grizzly… then breed fewer, breed better, breed K-strategy:

K-strategists, on the other hand occupy more stable environments. They are larger in size and have longer life expectancies. They are stronger or are better protected and generally are more energy efficient. They produce, during their life spans, fewer progeny, but place a greater investment in each. Their reproductive strategy is to grow slowly, live close to the carrying capacity of their habitat and produce a few progeny each with a high probability of survival.

Thus the repugnant conclusion ultimately pollutes the environment rather than solving the problem of how best to populate it. Earth’s K is not purely a function of how many? Ask “How abusive?”, “How needy?”, “How resilient?” and “How anti-fragile?” Essentially, reproduction should be informed more by the Deep Ecology of Arne Naess and not the shallow, mathematically sloppy socialism of Jeremy Bentham. That to me is a conclusion that is far less likely to make the man of intelligence and honor toss his cookies.

Francis Is The Anti-Pope

Wednesday, July 12th, 2017

You cannot uphold traditional morality while serving in the role as an SJW. Pope Francis wants to modernize the Catholic Church. He wants them to be more concurrent with the society around it. He wants them to do what the cool kids do. As Christ once sardonically remarked. “They have their reward.” So show him what he wins, Dom Pardo.

Vatican police raided a drug-fueled gay sex party at a top priest’s apartment near the city, according to an Italian newspaper report. The apartment’s occupant, who was not named by police, serves as a secretary to Cardinal Francesco Coccopalmerio, a personal adviser to Pope Francis. The apartment belongs to the Vatican’s Congregation for the Doctrine of Faith — the branch that reviews appeals from clergy found guilty of sexual abuse of minors, according to Italian daily Il Fatto Quotidiano, which first published the explosive report.

It gets better, even more vibrant, diverse and tolerant. Anti-Pope Francis himself acknowledges that homosexuals within the church are attempting to rewrite the church doctrine.

Not long after his election, Pope Francis acknowledged the existence of a gay lobby, suggesting he would try to root it out. “In the Curia there are holy people, it’s true, there are holy people,” Francis said in June, 2013. “But there is also a current of corruption, this as well, it’s true. People talk about a ‘gay lobby’ and it is true. It exists and we will have to see what we can do about it.” For his part, Pope Benedict XVI revealed in his 2016 memoirs titled Last Testament that a “gay lobby” within the Vatican had tried to influence his decisions, but that he thought he had managed to “break up this power group.” According to Reuters, the idea of a gay lobby in Vatican would allegedly refer to a group of homosexuals who have “banded together to support each other’s careers and influence decisions in the bureaucracy.”

What was it the church recently told people about cracking down on pedophiles?

However, Federico Lombardi, spokesman for the Holy See, showed a rare display of openness and named Archbishop Josef Wesolowski as one of the accused that had triggered the investigation. Although this may seem like a forthcoming gesture by the Vatican, reports of Wesolowski not only possessing more than 100,000 images and videos of children being forced into sex acts but also of him sexually abusing multiple children in Poland and the Dominican Republic have already previously been exposed in 2014.

But hey, nobody corners the market on being Pro-Life quite like The Catholic Church. Oh, wait. And they are stolidly trustworthy. in their stewardship of the dollars parishoners put in the collection plate.

Italian police arrested the Rev. Nunzio Scarano, a senior prelate working in the Vatican treasury, officially known as the Administration of the Patrimony of the Apostolic See. Scarano stands accused of trying to smuggle some 20 million euros from Switzerland to Italy on behalf of a financier. According to prosecutors, Scarano and his associates concocted a plan that seems to come straight out of a spy movie, involving a rented plane and help from contacts within the Italian secret service.

So now Pope Francis is outraged. He’s like the character in Casablanca who was shocked to find gambling in his establishment. The man tolerates everything, so therefore, that is exactly what he gets under his roof. He has to tolerate everything. He is a worshipping #SJW. He can certainly punish actual transgressions. To his minimal credit, he has fired some of the worst and most indefensible characters currently infesting The Vatican. But he leaves the conditions for that sort of thing in place because it is against his fundamental ideology to judge and then exclude the sort of person that will behave like a criminal or a pervert.

This weakness makes Francis an Anti-Pope. The title “Pope” is linguistically equivalent to father. The Pope is supposed to be a father to his flock. As Jesus told St. Peter. “If you love me, then feed my sheep.” A father demonstrates love through action. Action frequently involves discipline (or “fascism” as the kids call it now). Give your kid a choice every night between ice cream and brocoli, and it’s hello childhood obesity. Give them a choice between Pre-Algebra or Grand Theft Auto and you’d better hope there is a widely available career path that greatly values video gaming over analytical thinking.

So if Francis allows for a large faction within his personal staff that follows an openly gay lifestyle, he shouldn’t count on them being nice about his image and going for a 500 mile plane trip before the next drug-fueled gang-bang. If he knows a seminary produces short-eye padres, then he needs to close it down. Otherwise, the church will remain a threatening steward of young children. If the Pope can’t trust his own cardinals with the image of The Holy See, or the children of the men and women he’s telling to practice marital fidelity; then Francis shouldn’t get his jimmies too badly rustled when the help runs off with The Vatican Treasury either. All of this is part and parcel to the suicidal tolerance of dispicable behavior that underlies the ideological constitution of the SJW.

In conclusion, Pope Francis is too fatally flawed to lead a major Christian Church anywhere other than to cucked ruination. WHile he remains Pontifex Maximus, ignores his requests that you give his church money. Any resource that goes into his hands may well end up funding any sort of behavior he is willing to tolerate from his organization. This example from Catholicism is why more and more people are letting the Gramscied Mainline Denominations dry up and blow away. Perhaps this continued degradation of these ancient church organizations requires a rise of an Alt-Christianity or a CGTOW (Christians Going Their Own Way) Movement. Because while Francis tolerates the perverts in his midst, he will only tell the dutiful faithful to give ’til it hurts.

Career Women Learn That Time Will Beat Hubris

Tuesday, July 11th, 2017

When we speak of natural order, we are talking about an active pattern, or series of mathematical or logical interactions, that provide invisible structure to our world. This natural order has one warrior so fearsome that none successfully challenge him.

Who is this mighty warrior? J.R.R. Tolkien offers us a clue in The Hobbit.

This thing all things devours:
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountain down.

Tolkien uses a slick piece of narrative for Bilbo to get this one right. The answer, of course, is time. Bilbo Baggins succeeds by accidentally by yelling “Time!” the way Chris Webber accidentally called time out in an infamous college basketball game.

Sometimes life just steers us all in the right direction despite our own bumbling ineptitude. Other times, we end up like Chris Webber. This generally results from one major character flaw: hubris. Nobody since Oedipus does hubris like feminists.

But time is the stronger force, and feminists and all who have followed them are losing to time. Heat Street explains the existential angst of the “selfish career woman” below.

While it’s commonplace for snooty, liberal academics to blame men for every misery to betide humanity, boffins at Yale have taken this sexist blame-game to absurd new heights. They are claiming that modern men are too stupid – or “feel threatened by their success” – to date 30-something “selfish career women,” who are increasingly having to freeze their eggs until they meet men they deem worthy of siring their children.

Reasonable intellects can argue over whether these women are selfish, irresolute, or simply misled concerning the gravity of the life choices they were making. What is not up for debate is the fact that the old Michelob ads telling them “you can have it all” were lies. You can’t have it all, I can’t have it all and the Man on the Moon can’t have it all.

What each of us can have is that which we want more than anything else. If you really commit, go all in, and keep focused until it happens, you can probably achieve one great or significant goal in life. But now the vile hate truth kicks in. You, I and that dude up on the moon all have limitations.

Those are both general and specific. There are not enough hours in a day; this rules us all. But on a more personal level, if you have the natural physical grace of Michael Jordan, you are not going to have the g-loaded IQ of Michael Faraday. Even if you have both, you are going to have to decide which one gets the time and attention that will make you either genius or champion.

These limitations lead to stories such as the sad tale of a professional woman in England who never really understood that she had to pay her nickel and make her choice.

I never really yearned for a baby – until it seemed as if it might not happen. In my twenties, I was too busy travelling around the world for my career in overseas aid. I loved my job, and I always assumed babies would happen when I met someone.

Then the relentless and remorseless hand of time began to walk this woman down like a bounty hunter loose in the deserts of forevermore…

It was well before the wedding that we started trying for a baby. But after a couple of years, I was lurching towards 40 and still sitting in airport lounges. It was only then that I began to really long for a child. It began as a rising panic that I would never feel that love, never hold a small hand in mine and walk to the park to feed the ducks. My husband felt the longing just as keenly.

It turned out better for this woman than for many others I have known. She got her two kids and now ages gracefully as they become teenagers and will soon set off to be wards of the state somewhere. But there are so many sad stories this article doesn’t go into. Stories people who are younger versions of this poor woman need to hear. I would almost run out of fingers and need to remove a shoe if I were sadistic enough to count the number of older women I have known who tried to get pregnant in their late 30s or early 40s who wound up miscarrying or giving birth under the agony of c-section.

Life consists of trade-offs. Just as nature is composed of forces in balance, time requires that we choose one path to the exclusion of all other paths. We can either have a super-successful family or a super-killer career. A woman who settles with a man of honor and decency, and then bears her young in the flower of her youth will be statistically very unlikely to ever need the services of an IVF clinic. She will probably succeed in natural childbirth that requires an epidural at worst. She will also probably never get anywhere near the bigshot corner office at the law firm (or whatever useless NGO provides “overseas aid,” a government boondoggle of epic proportions).

That goes for the man in the relationship as well. Practicalities such as home prices in competitive urban centers and the time required to be a father to a young boy instead of just a sperm donor will require the truly-engaged dad to give up on that same corner office. This gives us yet another Hate Truth. Our leaders are too often short-term thinkers who couldn’t care less about the lives of the children that they do not personally have.

The death of the West comes from existential misery associated with “doing the right thing.” What society wants you to do is paradoxical to what you need to do. Many, who would produce great and outstanding children who could lead us to greatness tomorrow, take themselves out of the game today because there are not enough hours in the day to both “succeed” and succeed at biology. At that point our hubris is punished, and we die out from being too clever and not intelligent enough in our choice of social order.

How To Survive Working For The Sex-Starved Cobra

Saturday, July 8th, 2017

Most people who are fairly academic and who steer themselves towards a White Collar Office Job will have it easier. I think this is unfair. But I also don’t give a rat’s rear-end. I got my White Privelege Visa the old-fashoned way. I studied my ass off. If you want it easy like me, join me in solving for the oscillation of a circular membrane using Legendre Polynomials.* At least I had it easy until I got the wife, the mortgage, the kids and then had to work for The Evil Sex-Starved Cobra Boss for a five year stretch.

The house, the kids, and usually even the lovely wife were delightful additions to my previously minimal and basic existence. The downside of all this is that it tied me down. Then the Sex-Starved Cobra got assigned to be my supervisor. I couldn’t just pop the rip-cord and ditch the job and apartment. I was there and I didn’t have an escape hatch. The weaselly little SOB had me where he wanted me, and used the position to humiliate me in every endeavor.

The problem was this. He had fallen very badly from grace in his previous office and was given the position over myself as a somewhat soft crash-landing. His initial problem arose from the fact that he fvcked under the flag-pole.** He then promoted his loathsome little hoochie-hole far beyond her level of competence, spent far beyond his financial means, fathered two children, and then had his best buddy explain…

You see, she was porking two other guys on the side and was in an existential dilemma deciding which of her cabana boys she intended to dump him for when she monkey-branched like the thot that she truly was. He then, regrettably remodeled himself as a man after the chisel-wielding (((divorce attorney))) from Hell. So what did his ex do? Sent him to work to make all her alimony payments. That, along with the personal bankruptcy filing and the forced sale of his home and the hostile custody arrangement involving his two kids had him looking for someone’s ass to rip into like a grizzly bear. And that turned him into the shining piece of humanity that I then spent the next five years working for/job hunting under.

Getting physically cucked makes a man ultimately insecure to the core. You can no longer master yourself and therefore can’t lead others without malice in your heart. It didn’t help that I’ve managed to remain a workout fanatic pretty far into my middle ages. I never tried to wield Golic’s Hammer on his ass, but it was unspoken every time I stepped into his office. He, meanwhile was getting his stomach stapled because he had been digging his grave with the fork, knife and spoon. He hated watching a man two years older than him walk into his office with a a set of clothes that properly fit.

I remember one time this woman I was buddies with anyway innocently flirted with me while he and I were meeting with her. He was completely vile and hostile to me for the next three days. He threatened not to sign a leave slip so I could go to the eye doctor. I asked him how it would look if I had to go up the chain of command just to get my frikking glasses checked. Not professional on my part, even if I say so myself, but I was ready to choke the bastard.

Then he started stocking the office with his old cronies from his days of being a bigshot. At that point, none of the rest of us got to know what was going on and had to start reporting to his detestable flunkies. They’d hang out in his office and shoot the shit all day and if you came in they looked at you like you didn’t belong in the frat house. Every now and then, these sleazy catamites would stroll around and look at what was on our computer screens or ask us how our projects were coming. I had an ongoing joke with Brad, the dude who sat in the cube next door.

Brad: “Are you being paranoid again?”

Me: “Yep, but am I paranoid enough?”

Brad: “Probably not.”

And that’s how it is when your office has its own Stazi. That’s how it is when they ask you to construct a $40 billion cost estimate and then defend all of its assumptions and mathematics while not trusting you enough to sign your medical leave so that you can get your frikking glasses checked. The experience made me less of a decent person to others around me. I was usually mad as hell. I drank way to much to make that bastard die out of my brain when he wasn’t around. The only positive externality occurred when I ran or attacked the gym. Oh yes, I set PRs.

And he knew good and well that I was trying like heck to get away from him. He sabotaged me on recommendations. He was very good at wording things that sounded good on the surface but were absolute career poison pills to have on any sort of an eval.

“Is generally personally responsible and usually maintains a professional bearing and appearance.”
“Can be brilliantly effective and mostly cares intensely about his work.”

I had to challenge his evaluations and start asking him, “When was I not motivated? In what ways have my appearance and bearing appeared unprofessional?” He would back down and reword it in a less poisonous manner when I called him on his passive-aggressive bullcrap. When you work for a human ball of pissed-off insecurity, you have to constantly stand guard against his efforts to tear you down and degrade you for the sake of his own personal validation.

He eventually married another woman. Older than him and adorned with “tramp-stamp” tattoos. He couldn’t even go to his church to marry her. He had her knocked-up with twins less than four months after the broom-jumping. From what I gleaned, they were already arguing about two months after the bundles of joy were born. The positive aspect of that is that he backed off of people and stopped screwing me on job recommendations. An old friend from a prior project upped me in big way and got me out of there.

So we now reach the part of this whole 5-Year Jerry Springer episode where the perv ringmaster with the microphone asks, “What can we all learn from this?” Here’s what we can take away.

1) People like The Evil Sex-Starved Cobra Boss From Gehenna are less stable that decent, ordinary humans. They do great damage, but they burn against the friction of reality like a meteor flying through the sky. The will probably chill out or burn out before you do. You can bite your tongue and ride them out.

2) You have to protect yourself at all times. The key question Brad asked me in his joking, but not just kidding sort of way was “Are you being paranoid again?” What that meant in plain English was “Is your guard up?” You have to read every line of every paper, document or email a person composes involving you. They are evil. They will backstab you and sabotage you. They will hate you for being there and resent you for being sane and therefore trying to leave.***

3) Avoid ever reminding that sort of person of what they truly are? Do not show them up and stay quietly humble. Avoid contact with them and anyone stupid, or evil enough to spend a lot of time with this individual. Nobody honest or likeable will actively seek to spend time around this man socially. Consider it a litmus test. If they act like they admire the Cobra Boss, you can not trust them any further than you could projectile-crap them.

4) Re-connect with professional friends in your line of work. If you try to job hunt, this man will assassinate you with passive-aggressive faint praise. You need someone’s word to countermand whatever this guy says about you over the phone to a perspective employer. Also, find ways to sharpen your skills through work projects. This SOB will not let you attend any really useful professional training. You have to train yourself.

5) Separate a heck of a lot of yourself from your work life. I got better at brewing beer. I taught a group young kids about the Bible and helped coach the heck out of two Little League Baseball Teams that my boy played for. I blogged more than rational human beings should be permitted to blog. These things gave me an outlet to contribute to the world. A man at my age and phase of life I had to go outside myself and believe I could give something back. It sure wasn’t happening down on the cube farm.

6) Remember God is more important than bullshit at work. Your prayers won’t always be answered. God will sometimes say “No” until he and you are ready for what comes next.

7) Think carefully before you take that Kierkegaardian Leap and assume the burdens of fatherhood, matrimony, home ownership and a career path. These things give you a lot and can be very fulfilling. They can also tie you down and leave you vulnerable. Just like I was vulnerable. Do better than I did at sorting out your life in a way so that you can pick up stakes and leave when you get trapped like I did. This is one area where MGTOWs might even have a point.


*Come and Git Some! (You’ll have mathematical understanding of why Keith Moon could play the hell out of drum set.)

** – Boned a woman who worked for him. Life lesson: Keep income and pooney-tang in seperate categories.

*** – If that sounded totally jacked up, that just means you read the sentence correctly. Bravo on the reading comprehension.

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