Posts Tagged ‘degeneration’

Savonarola Is The End State of Cultural Collapse

Wednesday, November 8th, 2017

Let’s say you’ve hit bottom. You’ve tried to keep digging, but the bedrock broke your power tools. The drugs and bug spray can’t keep the big, ugly spiders from crawling around on your ceiling. The “art” is all repulsive trash. Lucian Freud looks uplifting in comparison. Your magazines are either straight-up porn, or amateur incest porn. Cosmopolitan ideals involve screwing anything that doesn’t qualify as livestock because that would actually make you look backwoods. Once that becomes your culture, you really need Jesus.

And you’re gonna get Jesus too. It won’t be nice, happy Cuckservative Jesus. He won’t be very happy. His zeal-infected followers won’t feel that way either. They’ll take one look at Hillary, Michelle Obama, or even all six hundred obnoxious pounds of Rosie O’Donnell and realize that Cotton Mather kind of had a point.

So maybe we can just get away from it all. We’ll go to the movie theater and…contribute money to the bank accounts of guys who jack themselves off to water the geraniums.

Yes, Amerika, you Google “Weinstein masturbating into potted plants” and get the following hit third in your list. !DO NOT! order the gumbo. And if you criticize these perverted, repulsive, hateful jerks, they tell you they live a gay lifestyle. That makes it different. I mean Kevin Spacey is !GAY! What can you expect out of him?

He chooses to live a gay lifestyle. Does that mean it isn’t hardwired? Could he have married a high school cheerleader, rather than buggering some poor wannabe Key-Grip? If choosing a gay lifestyle means you attempt the statutory rape of 14 year-old boys, does ISIS have a point when they chuck them off the roofs in Ninevah?

These are questions that only have to be asked when equality and tolerance are the watch words of a managerial society that keeps hammering down the nails that stand up too high. We are getting what we’ve been told to tolerate for the last century and it increasingly tastes like Jonestown Koolaid. People are spitting it out and then projectile-vomiting whatever they managed to initially keep down. This scares your average Cuck-Stonertarian.

The fallout from the Harvey Weinstein scandals and the ripples from the “#MeToo” movement are having indubitably positive effects — above all, exposing and bringing to account predators who have enjoyed impunity due to their power and status. But there are some pitfalls. Many people — not just men with skeletons in the closet — fear that careers may be destroyed over minor misconduct and ambiguous transgressions. Troubling rhetoric abounds, condemning all sexually tinged dynamics in the workplace, stereotyping men as abusers and women as perpetual victims in need of quasi-Victorian protections..

And it also begins to boomerang back on people who have stood on the shoulders of leftist revolution for their entire careers. David Corn at Mother Jones Magazine is not the guy you think of pimp-rolling through Bed-Stuy in a gaudy, pink Pimpmobile. He’s the zit on the arse of ossified “Progressive” opinion journalism. But now he is portrayed as a manster with the hands of a horny octopus around the office. He’ll totally need to burn at the stake. Crucify him on The Tree of Woe!

And this sort of a destructive overshoot is exactly what you can expect. People are rediscovering why we had cultural standards. Chivalry, courtship, romance and gender roles all kept the shaved monkees from chucking too many nasty turds. Cultures police themselves and make civilized living viable. Kill the culture and the civilization dies. A dead civilization doesn’t just go away. It maunders like a Zombie Extra, long after The Walking Dead has nuked the fridge and nobody cares what Machona does on the next episode.

How do you get rid of this garbage? You burn it in the burn barrel: three parts diesel, 1 part Mo-Gas. Chop, stir and try not to breathe the smoke in. Once a culture has been poisoned, its civilization is dead. The civilians don’t like that. Once they realize that Rome is burning, they demand answers from the people that promised them happiness while stealing their future. They don’t get answers from the people who lied to them. There are no answers, so somebody else offers you one. Duterte didn’t become president in a healthy, thriving society. Trump didn’t either.

So who do we get if we don’t pull ourselves out of the ditch? We get the guy who fires up the bulldozer and fills that ditch with dirt and buries all the sorry losers who can’t climb and dig fast enough. We get Savonarola who turns the rhetoric of Jerry Fallwell into the actions of an infuriated Oliver Cromwell. Anybody with a brain should be purging the rot around them as peaceably as is still possible. It’s going to get taken care of. It will be done with pruning shears or a flame thrower. The choice is now yours, in the immediate vicinity around you. Amerika died as functional, decent society. We’re debating how violent and murderous we are going to have to be in order to take out all the rotting trash.

The Turning Over

Thursday, April 27th, 2017

Politics flows downstream from culture. Amerikan culture has been a lifestyle septic tank since at least the late 1960s/early 1970s. Its degeneration has been ongoing, negative monotonic and this description can be extended without loss of generality to all genres of art, music and entertainment. This is a deterministic rather than a stochastic process. It’s being driven. And yet, like a downwelling ocean current, it is leading to a great turning over.

So what do? You give it The Nickelback treatment and turn that crap off. All of it. Cut the cord. Let ESCCCP pay $100M for an NFL Wildcard game and lose $75M on the deal. Let Shia LeBeoufCake make a brave stand against Donald J. Trump. His latest movie has opened so well in the UK that he has earned Le Sobriquet “3-Ticket LeBeouf.”

Ignoring the culture of the Left drains much of its mythology. Increased levels of sophistication in homeschooling and private school attendance are killing the Leftist monopoly over the minds of young children. Anywhere opportunities exist for the alternatives to Consumerist Oligarchical Collectivism to be heard, the Left begins losing. Where parents are unable to avail themselves to these resources, they simply vote against oppression with their U-Hauls.

Breaking the monopoly colleges and universities have over social accreditation has been a slower and more quixotic process. Coding Boot Camps are offering you the chance to do it the hard way. Prior to the assertion that everyone had to go to college to be capable of advanced mental work, lawyers could “Read Laws” and pass the bar examination. Get your legal education the same way Tom Jefferson* and Abraham Lincoln did. And if none of that works out, I’ve never met a competent plumber whose kids went hungry or who couldn’t afford an ice cold bottle of beer.

If a large enough plurality takes the some version of The Benedict Option; the system gets starved and the propaganda drones on pointlessly like Nietzche’s preacherman in the trackless wilderness. It is they, not you, who exist in disconcerting isolation. What then happens? At first, not much.

HollyOrc can afford to fund LeBeouf’s reality abatement program until his current studio contract expires and then perhaps bring in someone even more insipidly vapid in its gender fluidity. The New York Times can perhaps find one more Carlos Slim to flense. The WaPo another Jeff Bezos. Faceberg and Twitleft ads eventually have to reach a user that isn’t just a bot. Social Media requires the participation of a society. Yet, absent the majority of the US Population, each of these facets of The Matrix will run out of it’s most vital source of fuel. Your attention and your wallets. It will collapse.

When it goes down, it will go down into the Marinas Trench. This will force an upwelling of something else. Be ready to seize that opportunity. It may or may not go better in the future, but that won’t be because you won’t have your turn at bat. Withdraw your support. Cut them off like a crappy Nickelback Song, but be ready. You may not be interested in the collapse, but the collapse will get very interested in you. Fixing the shambles you increasingly see around you will become your job and your duty. You don’t even have to particularly want it.

* — It’s $79,473 per year cheaper than studying law at Mr. Jefferson’s University….

Our Civilization Has Degenerated

Saturday, March 4th, 2017

Notice the utter failure of our society to produce quality, creating instead permanent wartime style substitutes, as if WWII were still raging and we had to accept substitutes because the good stuff goes to the front:

In both cases, I asked what the expected lifespan is for a West Elm couch like the Peggy. Both store employees told me that between one and three years was normal for a couch with light use.

In the last forty years, we have gone from couches lasting centuries to couches lasting only a few years. This means we have lost the ability to make anything of quality, and instead are like parasites squeezing the last of the wealth and power out of the dying Western Civilization that we have rationalized as our own.

A healthy time would show us things of an eternal nature. A dying time shows us the temporary. It is a great taboo to even mention this, since most people desire nothing more than to go back to sleep and ignore the struggle for survival forever. And yet that is a luxury afforded only to the schizophrenic.

Diversity Means Cultural Erasure

Thursday, January 26th, 2017

The inimitable John Derbyshire (pronounced: DAR-bih-sherr) writes about the nature of how civilizations end:

The SOAS students have been demanding that dead white males like Socrates, Descartes, and Kant be dropped from the syllabus and replaced by African and Asian philosophers.

Some academics are on board with this. A mulatto chap named Kehinde Andrews, an Associate Professor of Sociology at Birmingham City University, told a British TV audience on January 9th that the Enlightenment was racist.

Of course the Enlightenment was racist. It’s built on the idea that there is a special knowledge from Europe. We think about someone like Immanuel Kant, who is still revered, comes up with the idea of the taxonomy of the races, which is so important to how we understand that I wasn’t deemed to be a person by Immanuel Kant when he was writing. If that’s not racism, I don’t know what it is.

To people like me — bookish, thoughtful types who respect and admire real scholarship — the most tragic aspect of our civilization’s decline is the ongoing degradation of higher education: the infiltration of the student bodies by whining ignoramuses like the authors of the SOAS report, and the appointment to academic positions of illiterate clowns like Professor Andrews.

The end result of diversity, contrary to how it is sold, is the establishment of one culture into which all other cultures can fit. Just like if you have five-foot doorways in your home, and then acquire a seven-foot-tall friend, the standard for what is normal must include its furthest outlier. In the case of civilization, this amounts to a reduction of standards to a lowest common denominator.

For that reason, anything that clashes with this new reality must be removed. What matters is not whether most of it is true, but that it contains some small amount of data that contradicts the narrative; for this reason, Kant and other thinkers must get the shove. What this does is reduce social values to the “intersectional,” or that which does not offend every group, which becomes a broad and low standard indeed.

No group gets what it wants under this standard, which is the prevalence of its own culture, because culture is comprised of choices and principles, and those necessarily exclude other options. The idea of choice and principle is to narrow, so the lowest common denominator broadens it, at which point everyone is living in a shopping mall with no rules except “no stealing, murder, rape or offending anyone.”

Through this process, every group becomes obliterated through loss of its culture and, without that to separate people, outbreeding. This explains why most third world countries worldwide are inhabited by racially-mixed populations with simplified cultures and a high degree of personal freedom, but almost zero ability to come together, agree on values, and fix endemic problems in their civilizations.

Modern Existence Radiates Futility

Wednesday, January 18th, 2017

Some wise words from a thrash band reflect why white people are dying out by their own hands:

Every day I get more pissed
Slit my wrist, slit my wrist
I hate to care, I hate relations
A pile stacked high of complications

Every day I get more pissed
Slit my wrist, slit my wrist
I hate the thought that I must give
All my time just to live

Every day I get more pissed
Slit my wrist, slit my wrist
I hate the thought of government aid
Across my wrist, a razor blade

We have made an empire of death and futility out of the most successful society this planet has ever known. Interestingly, this is normal: like businesses, societies start small, grow large, bloat and then enter senescence as the needs of the people involved outweigh the focus on achieving a goal or role.

This pattern plays out in microcosm in all human groups. A few founders create something new, and once it succeeds, everyone else shows up to take their part of the excitement generated. In doing so, they choke the organization, creating chaos in which each individual exploits the group for his own needs. This creates a moribund entity that then fades away.

From this we can derive answers to the questions “What killed the West?” and “What do we do about it?” The West died because it succeeded and became mobbed by people who wanted a part of that success without taking the risk, and it can be saved at any moment through elitism, or the rigorous demand that better answers and people be advanced over the rest. Reversing entropy requires a sorting process.

All of nature works this, by elitism. When one eagle is a better hunter than all the rest, he gets the best nest, mates and can offer the best prospects for his offspring. Repeat that by ten million times and you have a population of eagles who are all impressive; within that group there is still hierarchy, but the variation is lower. This provides an infinite pattern.

If we were to euthanize the lowest 20% of our population by ability to do anything useful, and give all power to the top 20%, they would quickly establish a standard where the top dominates the bottom. Eventually, this would produce the society that Leftists say they want: people would be “equal” because they would have roughly the same abilities, although hierarchy would still exist.

Instead, we have chosen domination by the bottom: we are all workers now, or presumed to be lowest common denominator people until we dedicate our lives to the workplace and social scene enough to claw our way upward. At that point, we are comfortable but have wasted our youthful years, and this makes into the kind of bitter robotic zombies that we see in older, pre-retirement people.

Growing up in this mess, kids do not have much hope, so they veer away from the life trajectory that leads to them having healthy kids. And so like a banana being peeled, our society loses people from the top, leaving only the vapid to (slowly) realize the abyss into which they have been cast.

Attention Seeking

Friday, September 9th, 2016


One can start this pièce by saying that SJWs are attention seekers, which is made abundantly clear by their use of language and can even be extrapolated to include liberals. However, for purposes of this discussion, we will assume that “attention seeking” is a single and independent cultural dimension.

Cultural dimensions are discussed at length by Geert Hofstede in his book Culture’s Consequences. In the 2001 edition he identified five dimensions applicable to all cultures (or at least those identified in fifty countries). It will be assumed that “Attention Seeking” is a sixth dimension, meaning that some cultures consistently seek more attention than others regardless of their circumstances.

Attention seeking is by its nature used in all communications cycles, where it is always the first step. For example, one party in the prospective communication cycle would need to grab the attention of a second party, as would be required for the intended communication to even occur. For example, if you want to talk to your neighbor, you seek attention by pressing his door bell.

Going to all the trouble of identifying a dimension also requires of the investigator to identify extreme forms of attention seeking. One example is a technique historically used by the Zulu King “Dingaan” as well as an unknown English Feudal Lord whom both invited “mercenaries” (i.e. not current enemies) for a tea (party) with the express purpose of killing them afterwards.

The commonality between the English and the Zulu was that both cultures applied attention seeking, but on a wider cultural scale the Zulu would be inherently more prone to attention seeking (of all kinds) than the English. But in the same vein, it can be observed that Germans may on average be even less prone to attention seeking than the English. This may be co-incidental with their measured “Power-distance” dimension i.e. the closer you stand to someone; the more likely you may be an attention seeker.

Another factor influencing attention seeking is genetics and specifically the jaw structure. This apparently influences whether you express yourself from the back of mouth towards the front of the mouth. Some people point to the development of languages where Germans historically sounded guttural, progressing to the French, speaking in the middle of the mouth, followed by the English speaking in front of the mouth. One deduction can be that it is easier to project your voice if you speak in the front of your mouth. In that sense, the Zulu (as well as other African tribes) are known for their ability to project voices very far since they also speak in the front of the mouth.

Attention seeking could be the result of genetics as well as of their sense of survival i.e. culture. The curious case where English and Zulu attention seeking is comparable can be used to highlight extremes of the dimension as well… The alternative dimension referenced herein is Power –Distance from which the following is quoted from Hofstede:

  • Wealth should be negatively correlated with Power-Distance because wealth goes together with the growth of middle strata in society, which can form a bridge between the powerful and the powerless. (Adelman and Morris 1967, pp. 155, 255).

  • The authoritarian states do either very well or very poorly.

It is obvious that England is wealthier than the Zulu because they have a “middle strata” otherwise known as the middle class. As far as attention seeking goes, the English has another factor as to why they would seek attention.

But to first elucidate the Zulu tribe’s “normal” attention seeking mode, where examples of clownish behavior to exact laughter for recognition purposes are plentiful such as comments from tourists saying things like “but they are funny, let’s give them a tip” or “but they are laughing despite not having shoes” etc. These are the wrong responses but nevertheless true.

The English are known to seek attention by projecting superiority as well as being a jester. Their superiority comes from their own King that “gave them the privilege” to communicate on behalf of “His Highness” (all of the King’s men and all of the King’s horses). In other words, their attention seeking is not just based on “impersonation” it is also based on achievement such as clothing, ships, armor, books etc. Effectively English attention seeking is based on the fact that their King told them it is allowed to brag about the middle class, whereas the Zulu subjects can only brag about their individual impersonations while never allowed to speak on behalf of the King.

Although the English and Zulu have similar origins of attention seeking, they also represent dimensional opposites to attention seeking.

Moving on to those who actually do not seek attention (not English or Zulu), then considering a standard organization is beneficial, where the attention seekers would generally be the marketing personnel while the non-attention seekers are quite happy to work in workshops and laboratories. Then it is possible to say that (within a culture) an entire organization can be attention seeking (such as a political party) while another entire organization is not (such as Military Engineers).

The closest to occupational Power-distance data was the following comparison:

  • Unskilled workers have a much higher power-distance than professional managers.

  • In engineering, the customer service engineers have significantly lower power-distance than technical (computer) engineers.

It is perhaps fair to deduce (on the one hand) that you can’t be a manager if you are too authoritative while on the other hand, if you are authoritative, then you had better master the art of attention seeking.

Lastly, the phenomenon of SJW’s seeking digital attention from their Mother’s basements could be their alternative to real communication. This basement approach may be attention seeking in a world that they do not understand, because real communication actually requires some outcome (eventually). Their inability to communicate constructively is caused by their inability to communicate (in their own language). The example of English versus Zulu is again instructive: English language is formalized whereas Zulu language is not – because Zulu’s do not have schools and universities (middle-class).

By dumbing down clothing in fashion (as an example), but also language in universities, industry and academia have succeeded in exacerbating the attention seeking in the SJW emergence to envelope normal people previous known liberals and even cuckolding conservatives.

Liberals do not appear to make succinct arguments anymore because they seem to have a fixed vocabulary while conservatives valiantly strive to maintain a formal language with implicit meaning. This further enable the liberal mobs because any kind of formalism becomes a target, however, being clever conservatives have begun to think outside the box, seeking attention through trolling liberals. In the new dimension of “Attention Seeking”, this may well become known as “the persuasion” factor. Some people are simply better at it than others. But the road ahead is still far and steep.

The Romance Has Died

Monday, June 27th, 2016


Trying to think about what happened in 2015 that caused what feels like a seismic shift in the layer below politics. People are less likely to be OK with follow-the-leader and imitate the dominant paradigm, and now are intensely critical, restless, uncertain and enraged, which form a thin but vivid layer covering a vast sleeping hope.

What happened? My answer: the romance died. For years we (culturally) saw modernity as exciting and having a possibility of greatness for our lives. From noir fiction to gangsta rap, we idealized the dysfunction as a chance for us to prove ourselves, to struggle against a new frontier, and to emerge refined by the crucible of adversity as a higher level of human beings.

I think what did it, more than anything else, were the images of SJWs. Everyone wants to discuss heady thinker with a pioneering, brilliant and attractive thinker, but what we saw instead were the pretentious lumpenproletariat that had learned to make its way through “education” by parroting and restating known theory. They were fat, tattooed, inarticulate, pointlessly angry, and most of all, ugly. The romance died when we saw the end result of modernity: alienated, frustrated people repeating dogma as if it would fill the holes in their souls. These were not life’s winners, but its losers, compensating for that fact with power and authority. In short, these were the same dimwits who ran the Soviet Union into the ground: obedient tools with an inner instability that propelled them forward through need.

At the same time, Western citizens woke up to find the house on fire. Infrastructure was collapsing; at every level of leadership, in both private and public spheres, those in charge seemed vastly incompetent and uninformed about every important issue, but capable of delivering a nagging nanny finger-wagging lecture about ideology at every turn. Our leaders knew how to tell us that terrorism would not threaten our democracy, but could not get a glove on the problem itself. And so people turned away.

In the past, from West Side Story and Great Expectations through The Sun Also Rises, decay had a certain nobility to it, and the promise of license like a Saturday night during your sophomore year of college. Anything could happen; there were no rules! This promised sex, drugs, rock ‘n’ roll, and the notion that new ideas waited around the corner which would disprove how everything worked and show us a new frontier. Chaos theory. Gender theory, multiculturalism. Primitivism. Psychedelia. And yet every one of these turned out to be a hollow (((echo))) of the dominant paradigm, equality, which just so happened to require a strong government and lots of these lumpy ugly experts to tell us how to live!

No one wanted to have big families anymore. People divorced because they never really knew each other, and when you know that you are the 139th person your spouse slept with, the sacred nature of marriage becomes a joke. Jobs stood revealed as 90% make-work and covering up for incompetence, and 10% that actually needed doing, but because in an egalitarian society everyone must find a reason — horizontal (hip, good, moral) and vertical (money, power, status) — to rise above equal, we needed more jobs, more titles and more specialized education programs with unique degrees. The whole thing was rotted not by the act of a political party, but from within, but its assumptions.

It reminds me of when we were kids and went out plinking with our .22s. We would get far enough from civilization to be safe, and then start blasting away, trying to find exciting objects to hit among the litter and detritus. But then, just as the shooting competition intensified, there would be a small sound of vast finality: ching!

The clip would be empty. It was, in the words of a friend, a kicked clip: like a can you would kick away when its purpose was done. We rarely had a whole lot of ammunition, and so each rifle had a ten-round clip, and when that firing pin fell on empty space with a tinny metallic clang, we knew the night was over. The fun was gone. It had happened, was past tense, and now what remained was to clean up the brass and head home.

Western civilization has become a kicked clip. People are miserable and their only refuge comes through foisting more misery onto others, so that the individual appears to be on top of the others. Families are crushed, and there are no traditions to live for, so we are merely chasing our own dreams. No shared values exist, so we must rely on individual judgments, feelings and desires to guide us, and these most commonly lead to circular patterns based on fascinations we have adopted as compensations for having direction, not as fulfillment of it. Our jobs make us zombies and our personal lives make us hollow, and yet it is never discussed, so we all suffer in silence.

We could put these feelings aside for exciting collapse. When it seemed like a great storm was hitting, and all would be washed away and we could start again, we loved modernity… because we hated it. We hate living in it and so its only culmination is destruction, so that we can invent something new again, but no one knows what that is. The assumptions we must adopt to function in this society render us unable to visualize anything else.

With this, the dark noir dreams, the sci-fi hopes, and the gangsta fantasies fade away. They are like anything else in a world dominated by commerce and trends: a thin layer of advertising designed to baffle our minds with pleasant images, and underneath it, a vast reservoir of entropy and repetition. The dream was a lie. It took a long time, but now it has become visible as a lie, and even worse, a boring like much like that of the Soviets: a future living in grey concrete condominiums in rotted cities, slaving away in jobs doing nothing of importance in order to avoid being destroyed, while pollution and overpopulation and incompetence rise around us like a Biblical flood.1

All of the fascinations died out. Marijuana proved not to be the stargate to deep immensity of understanding the universe, but a one-way ticket to the couch and first-person shooters until our eyes fell out from boredom and we ate another slice of pizza just to knock ourselves out. Free love ended up being prostitution, which meant that when it was time to consider love or family, all that was left were rough-living washed-up whores. Rock ‘n’ roll turned into a farce, and died when black metal one-upped it permanently. The Beatles and Led Zeppelin cannot compete with dark mysticism, stashed explosives and the inversion of rock ‘n’ roll itself, a flirtation with Darwinistic and Nietzschean naturalistic fascism. Rock died like the rest of the dream.

What remains is the endless hangover: every day about like the others, leading to retirement in which we attempt to rationalize having wasted the best hours of our lives doing nothing of importance, and an utter powerlessness. When we cannot do good by social standards, and be recognized for having done so, all of our acts are empty. We serve our self-interest, but even self-interest demands more… a hint of meaning, of mystery, of hope and the unknowable. All of these were crushed and replaced with Soviet-style rituals of excess in which each generation repeated the last, and found that its rebellion led it to be an even greater affirmation of the dominant herd idea than the generation before.

The romance died. The modern life is a kicked clip. There is nothing here for the inner parts of the individual that seek purpose, discovery and truth. All that we find is more of the same human jive, like crowds at the shopping mall or people at the grocery store who cannot return the carts ten feet from their parked cars: selfishness, denial, stupidity, oblivion and mediocrity. Awakening from this dream turned sour, we need new adventures, and these will only come through the great storm that tears apart modernity and restarts society in a method that can possess a goal, values and some truths of a non-temporal — eternal — nature.

1 — or Plato’s “streams from the heavens.” If you mix up the Bhagavad-Gita, the Odyssey, The Republic and the Eddas and simplify, you get the Bible.

How We Know Western Education Is Dead And Rotting

Saturday, June 18th, 2016


The most recent outrage of a dying civilization:

Mayte Lara Ibarra shot off the polarizing tweet last Friday after graduating from Crockett High School in Austin.

“Valedictorian, 4.5GPA, full tuition paid for at UT, 13 cords and medals, nice legs, oh and I’m undocumented,” she wrote.

The tweet included several graduation pictures and a few emojis: a medal, the Mexican flag, Hook ’em horns for the University of Texas, and a graduation cap.

And another:

Scott and his sister Sable had traveled about 225 yards off the boardwalk on Tuesday when he slipped and fell into the hot spring in the Norris Geyser Basin.

Scott recently graduated summa cum laude from Pacific University and was planning to begin a doctorate in psychology in the fall, according to Jackson Hole Daily.

We are awash in smart morons. These people can obey instructions, memorize facts and equations, and even apply basic logic. But for more complex questions, they are useless.

This shows the utter futility of formal education. Education doles out tasks in details, and sets the requirements for each, rewarding those who are more obedient and detail-oriented than those who possess the innate facility of analysis.

As such, our society is promoting talented fools to positions that require a single talent, which is analysis and leadership, and in the process are crushing us all under an avalanche of incompetence, stupidity and obliviousness.

Your Life Is Wasted

Thursday, May 26th, 2016


“So tell me, in just a few words, why you detest modern civilization,” said a friend over brandy and cigars back at the club.

“Too many ways to count,” harrumphed another member of our group.

I could see his point. Most evenings there, I spend my time there trying to avoid a gross faux pas while absorbing as much nicotine and mulled alcohol as possible. The conversation is good but generally, I have long given up on the interesting topics. Schopenhauer was right: talk about dogs and horses. But a reply was called for.

“It wastes your life,” I said. “Let me tell you three key ways and remember, gentlemen, that I started out in this life as a die-hard Liberal. I always want the best for humanity and to treat people well and fairly. But this has led me to surprising places.”



Believe it or not, antiwork conservatives exist. They recognize above all else that life must have a purpose, and that purpose is to enjoy life. In other words, to do life and to do it well. This requires the two components of conservatism, consequentialism (or realism) and a transcendental or optimizing goal that aims for excellence, beauty, immense inner satisfaction, existential pleasure and that sort of thing.

On top of that, we are practical men — and we are all men; did you ever know a woman to turn down a chance at being important at a job, rather than “stuck at home with the kids”? — who recognize that there is very little we must actually do. We need some kind of food, some roads, and to avoid dying in famine or warfare. Everything else is gravy, icing on the cake, and we can do without it.

Technology improves all these things, but on a curve like everything else under the sun. It is at first difficult, then a great boon, and finally, it settles into the same position of burden as everything else because it requires the same staff and labyrinth of rules to support it. At the far end of the curve, we are working for technology and not it for us.

The same is true of management. After the middle part of the curve, it becomes as much of a burden as aid. Soon we have more managers than workers. In the same way, clerks can become a burden. At some point, having all these people to take care of paperwork becomes a burden. And what if we reduce both to the minimum? Maybe we lose a few percent more each year in wastage, but we lose less of our lives to this mind-numbing, tedious labor.

During the late 1990s, this idea really exploded. Mike Judge made a movie called Office Space and Michel Houellebecq wrote a book called Whatever. Houellebecq introduced the topic, which was that jobs make us miserable and nothing that important goes on in them. Judge translated this for the masses into comedy that showed how even good jobs involved a few hours of work at most, management was insane, and most people were lonely and isolated.

These criticisms are not new. They began in the 1950s when the huge boom in Western wealth converted our surface cultures from “do the right thing” to “make the sale.” This disease spread from the top to the bottom, and now all of our jobs are a combination of past roles: clerk, salesman and now, IT guy. Most of what we do has nothing to do with any practical task.

If anything, the rise in online business has destroyed the role of salesman. The customer can find what he needs unless he is a total moron, in which case he is either a rich moron who can hire a personal assistant, or a poor moron who has no hope of buying anyway. The whole foundation of our post-1950s boom has just collapsed from within.

Now we shuffle everyone into office jobs, where one person now does as a singular role what one worker did in the past. This is a response to how dumb and neurotic everyone is, thus useless. Our managers are idiots, and our workers retards, so we dumb down the whole thing for them, which means that anyone with an IQ above that of a microwave hot pocket is in deep trouble because he or she will be bored, lonely and subtly enraged during their entire working tenure.

All of these are procedural or tactical critiques of jobs. We could do them in a tenth the time, and eliminate two-thirds of them, or numbers roughly along those lines. This is well-known among higher-ups but they also fear prole revolt, so they have designed the ultimate trap maze to keep the mice running in circles with just enough to buy goodies so that they do not notice their utter existential slavery.

The real critique is this: when your society starts making jobs be the forefront of existence, it means you have lost direction. You have given up on making sense of life and are trying only to keep the paychecks coming so the economy does not crash. Life itself has been disrespected and relegated to second-class citizen status. No one sees this as insanity because to do so is to realize that they are wasting the best hours of most days doing nothing of any real importance.

Goes Nowhere, Does Nothing

I stole this term from Star Trek. They wrote “GNDN” on the pipes running through the Enterprise in that cool font because those pipes were there for appearance only, to keep the audience pleased, as it were. The problem with living in a dying civilization, and modernity is certainly one of those, is that no matter what you do it will not matter.

In the past, people who did exceptional things had the belief that their works would live on by benefiting others. Now, we know that anything good will be ground under the wheel so that something mediocre but more profitable can take its place. Even if something is excellent, no one will recognize it because it appeals to a numerically small audience instead of the milling-about masses.

The people want 50 Cent, not Beethoven. They want Budweiser, not a pub on every corner with its own blend. They desire cigarettes, not pipes brimming with Empire Virginias pressed, panned and aged to perfection. This means that only fools pursue excellence, because the real model for victory is disguised mediocrity that is cheap to produce and sold at high margin, like Coca-Cola or the Republican party, come to think of it.

We are familiar with the trope of the innovative artist: laboring alone in poverty, he makes great works and is totally ignored. He dies in squalor and confusion, and then fifty years later someone makes a fortune by “discovering” his works and making him a household name. We have replaced this role by cutting out the innovative artist and replacing him with the recombinant aesthetics of the “creative” who have been taught to be so.

These people come up with “new” ideas that are re-mixes of old ideas, and give them the best slick surface that training and money can buy, and then are lauded as new undiscovered artists. The public, accustomed to the trope — and tropes are fun, like simple dances, because everyone can participate — lunges for the mediocre wrapped in shiny paper and then the artist is forgotten. See, we have made the process more efficient, just far lower quality.

All of this means that no sane person is going to spend their time on making objects of greatness. That is a path to getting ignored in the present, and, because our society is degenerating, not noticed in the future. No one cares about quality. As a result, if you slave away writing great symphonies, they will go into a dusty old library where no one notices them, which then burns down as a result of the incompetence of its staff.

We Are The Robots

The last one hits me closest to the heart: a society designed around equality turns its people into mechanical parts. The old saw about cogs in the machine comes to mind. Each person must be a worker, a consumer and a participant in some kind of social scene. We have converted everything that is not-work and not-buying into socializing.

This means that life is a robotic process of following what others are doing and trying to participate, without any ability to show distinction except by doing a different version of what everyone else is doing. Someone always wins that lottery, gets his fifteen minutes of fame, and then disappears into the memory hole, and everyone else chases the new trend.

In short, our society is vapid and worthless like most dying empires. It has replaced actual goals with nonsense and now demands we spend our time on this nonsense, robotically going through the motions. Anything that actually reflects us or our unique abilities is ignored, then trodden over as the crowd rushes to the next attraction or should I say, distraction. Your time is wasted by this process alone.

When people say that Europeans are not breeding at replacement rates, or that idiots seem to rule in every area of life, I point to this dilemma: when life becomes a repetitive process, anyone who wants to really live checks out and heads for the hills. There are not enough jobs as writers, artists, musicians and the like for everyone, and in those honesty is deprecated, which makes them a form of slavery to trend. It is misery.

Then take a look out the door. Constant make-work and busy-work. Cars drive around as if aimless, businesses scream advertisements, government lines the roads with signs warning us about how fun things will kill us. Every few years there is a new panic — drugs, Nazis, global warming, AIDS — that turns out to be a non-issue for most of us. There is no peace of mind or contemplation, because to have those would reveal the emptiness of it all.


“And that, gentlemen, is why modern society is worthless, in a nut-shell. This society has lost purpose. We no longer aim high for anything. There is only the activity we do to compensate, and it is designed for idiots by idiots, which slowly kills off the non-idiots.”

“Much as Satan fell to earth, and decided it was better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven, by giving power to Man over nature and God we have made a Hell of what could be Heaven. Since it is not visible like an apocalypse or zombie attack, it goes unrecognized. They waste your time, all of it if they can, because they have no purpose of their own.”

And with that, I sipped the brandy before it got too warm, and puffed my smoldering cigar back to life.

Let’s Hope Robots Take All of Our Jobs

Tuesday, May 24th, 2016

typical modern jobs

The media, which thrives by panic, and lately, to their discredit, certain Republicans, have been bemoaning the future of automation. They think that robots will quickly displace all of our jobs, including fairly high-level ones, and there is some evidence that they are correct.

I have a different take on this issue: I hope robots take all of our jobs, every last one. First, because since robots are not as flaky as human beings, they will do a cleaner, more reliable job. Second, because we should abolish jobs since they are one of the worst things to ever visit humanity.

Jobs are jails. Most people spend almost all of their waking hours during the week either preparing for or attending their job, at which they do very little of actual import. Most of it consists in performance for the sake of appearance so that others keep the flow of money coming. When bungled, the average job has zero consequences in store for the bungler. It is clear that jobs are obsolete even without robots because if most people stayed home, life would keep right on truckin’.

The modern addiction to jobs spreads misery, achieves terrible results because there is no responsibility to results for salaried employees, and ensures that people never get to relax. Jobs keep us manic and disturbed, living in fear and debt, slouching toward something worse than serfdom.

A tale of modern jobs present a parable:

A story I came back with is essentially the same one that’s been told a fair number of times over the past few years, but is worth repeating. It concerns Stanwell and its remove from Denmark to Italy.

From its earliest days, apparently, the Stanwell workers were paid by the piece. This method rewarded the better, faster worker and all workers kept their heads down and worked. They did not idle. I saw this myself when visiting the factory with Bjarne Nielsen years ago, and not understanding the reason for the rare lack of congeniality, thought that the Stanwell crowd was simply lacking in affability. No, they simply did not want to be distracted from the income-earning activity in front of them.

When international cigarette/tobacco conglomerate Rothman’s bought Stanwell, they decided to give salaries. They probably thought this would allow them to more accurately predict payments to the workers, as opposed to having to tally up individual production each day or week.

Nonetheless, with a secure income, the workers slowed up and production decreased. Orlick, the pipe tobacco company (among other things they own, I suspect) then bought Stanwell, but profitability didn’t increase. When the initial change from piece work to salary was instituted, the old line managers retired and were replaced by new, less knowledgeable people. This switch proved to be just as costly, if not more so, than the change to a salary system.

With the old guard, the factory was visited on a regular basis by the likes of Tom Eltang, the Bang boys and others. It was visited, in short, by the very best pipe makers in the world. The best of the best. These guys came for various reasons. They could hand pick the best briar from the stacks of wood Stanwell warehoused; they would pick up repairs to do for Stanwell (especially Eltang, who did their repairs for a number of years); they would use the Stanwell blaster to sand blast their imperfect bowls. Sandblasting machines are typically too expensive for a single pipe maker to buy. Then, they would sit down with the workers and have a free lunch on the factory. This was not unimportant to a bunch of less-than-rich pipe makers.

Guess what happened at these lunches? Right…people talked and ideas were exchanged. From Stanwell’s point of view, they got design and production ideas from the greatest pipe makers in the world. We all know how beautiful some of those relatively inexpensive pipes were. This exchange of thought was a boon to Stanwell that was invaluable to the brand, but was lost when modern corporate methods were employed. If the new design cost Stanwell $500 or $2000, big money to a poor pipe maker, it might earn Stanwell 10 or 100 times that expenditure. It was a true symbiotic relationship.

Soon, with slower production and no new ideas or energy, the Danish factory proved to be unprofitable and was closed down, with production moved to a large Italian factory. Good-bye symbiosis. I can’t say that the factory in Italy is making bad pipes, but I can say, with the applied knowledge of a European insider, that the refined shapes Stanwell produced in the past can not be executed by the mass maker in Italy. The designs of Tom Eltang, Ivarsson, Anne Julie and others requires a bit of expert, experienced hand work. That expertise and experience is not in a large factory dedicated almost solely to creating big numbers. The above explains the boost in prices on good, used Stanwells. I always thought they were undervalued, anyway. — Marty Pulvers

Jobs replace the free exchange of labor with a collective subsidy not different than unions and somewhat like socialism. Instead of being paid for results, workers are paid for attendance and obedience. This means that the foolish thrive and the useful are ignored. Bosses value those that they can control and easily replace more than those who exceed norms.

This makes life in a job miserable and destructive to the soul. But for machines, no such problem exists. If a pipe-maker creates a quality design, and then a robot manufactures ten thousand of those, the difference to the end consumer is minimal.

Let us hope robots take all of our jerbs. This will produce an immediate catastrophic effect on the human psyche: people will be forced to spend at least eight more hours a day getting to know themselves. They will be forced to ask what makes their lives meaningful, since products will be much cheaper with robot labor.

Across the land, people will get up in the morning and be forced to do… nothing. For the first year, loafing will predominate. They will drink to excess, play the buttons off their video game controllers, watch television endlessly, take drugs and fornicate with other carnies like themselves. But then, something will happen that will terrify them.

They will become bored. None of these stimulations by themselves make a good life. And with the passage of time, mortality sets in. Suddenly they will have decades ahead of them that they must fill. They will not have fancy titles and “important” job responsibilities, or an excuse to boss others around, giving themselves a sense of purpose by being In Control.

People will have to actually spend time with their family members. They will get to know their children, neighbors and friends in detail. They will also come to know themselves, since even in the most television- and alcohol-blasted moments, they will still have thoughts and desires.

They will begin to dream. When everything is easily possible, they have no excuse for not challenging themselves with something that might not earn money, but could make a difference. A barn made of hand-carved wood, intricately etched in designs retelling the tale of an epic battle? A great symphony? Hand-to-hand combat for dominion of a local area? The possibilities will actually be endless.

As far as the economics go, some form of universal basic income in exchange for non-profitable labor will come to pass. Every park will have a guardian, every building a doorman-guardian, every patch of forest a forester. There will be no litter on the streets and no unsupervised areas. People could work for four hours a day on these pursuits and still have plenty of time to get to know themselves.

It could be that in the end of Fahrenheit 451, individuals will become masters of books. They will memorize a single volume, study it in depth and retell it, possibly with improvements much as the ancient Greek singer-poets did. They may, as the European aristocracy did, adopt small scientific pursuits and attempt to explore them in ultimate detail.

People will quickly fall into two camps: those who can handle the existential burden of having nothing to do, and those who so need to be distracted that existence will become hell for them. Perhaps those will turn to roller derby full time; who really cares? Those are the people who clog our current existence with misery.

Now, this is no Utopian vision. It mainly fixes the void of meaning in modern life. There will be consequences as well.

For example, robot pipe-makers replace human pipe-makers, and humans will lose the ability to perform that task because it is no longer needed. Unless he is living by intellectual property alone, through licensing his design, a pipe-maker has no purpose unless he is making luxury objects for those who fetishize “handmade.” This will produce designers who make impractical but distinctive designs.

Another disadvantage is that robot quality will mean uniform service, and will take Social Darwinism out of the equation. If it does not matter how you choose, or where you buy food, because you will thrive the same with any option, people will survive no matter how bad their decisions are. Equal survivability obsoletes our facility for making critical decisions.

There will be solutions for those as well. Perhaps a return to public dueling, or robots that move through the streets very slowly looking for victims to consume, or an ideological movement based on buying hand-made items only. But in the meantime, it will be very silent in the human soul for the first time in a long time, and actually difficult mental decisions will have to be made.

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