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Boomers were born between 1946 and 1964 which means the youngest ones are now just over 60. Admittedly those 62 to 64 year old ones are a little less like typical boomers, even if they still have quite a lot of the traits. The reality is that as they age out, even these younger boomers tend to twist into the older version too. They try to hang on to more as their clinging to life weakens. While in the private sector this may play out better than the usual “I will spend it all and leave my kids the debt” of the Boomer generation, in the public sector they still hold on like zombies, and that is the real problem.

Now, as it happens, my own boomer dad has done well for himself and has done a relatively decent job of passing it on; complicated somewhat by our shattered family dynamics, which, in all fairness, we can lay the foundational crack of that squarely at his feet, though, I personally don’t resent him for it. One thing I have always been aware of is how the tiniest decision at any point in your life can lead to completely unexpected directions, locations, and adventures.

It might be worse, if you are born —as I apparently was— with a profound curiosity and either a complete obliviousness to what scares most people, which for all I know might be a form of retardation, or at times uncommon courage, wild-optimism, and certainly a healthy dose of self-assurance. But to put it succinctly, I think maybe it is best embodied by a bumper sticker I saw once:

“You don’t need good manners if you have fast reflexes”.

It kind of sums up how I see things really. I’m not going to censor myself and I’ll go and see and do and look at what I want, and the world can think what it wants of it.

I mention this because IF my father hadn’t blown up our family, who knows where I’d be. How many kids I’d have, or if I would be any happier. I am in fact inclined to think that a lot of the difficult times I may have had to experience on my own and far from home, may have been ultimately things that led me to a better place. I certainly learnt to appreciate a truth very few people today seem even remotely capable of understanding:

Life is not about you being happy.

Life is about you doing, seeing, and taking care of important shit. 1

Make yourself happy doing it, ‘cause that’s all there is.

It’s certainly something that even those Boomers like my dad, who did a lot of shit, were apparently always chasing instead of understanding. Chasing happiness.

What a stupid, fucking ridiculous, nonsensical concept. You may as well try to dig at the end of the rainbow looking for the pot of gold. Happiness is not anything you can hunt down. Happiness if something you decide to DO. Or feel. Or give. But you sure as shit don’t “catch it” by chasing it.

Now, sure, if you’re in jail getting ass raped on the regular, it’s a lot harder to feel that happiness, but by and large, everyone reading this isn’t in that situation. By and large none of you reading this even has it anywhere near as tough as either of my grandmothers. Hell, my maternal grandma died young, courtesy of a doctor doing a shit job on an operating table. But in her 50s she was raising both me, my brother and our two cousins, while both sets of our boomer parents were, you know, “busy”. Supposedly working hard. Maybe they were. Maybe they were partying it up and being swingers, fuck knows, but either way, I can’t really imagine leaving my kids with my boomer parents. Or even idealised Boomer parents, never mind mine. And grandma also tended a vegetable garden, traded fruits and eggs with the neighbouring farmer, and I do not recall a single day when breakfast, lunch, or dinner was ever late. As kids we didn’t even think about stuff like that, we were playing, running around, doing shit, with only a little TV after dinner, and otherwise reading books or out in the wilds of rural Italy. She had no amazon deliveries. No convenient supermarket nearby. She didn’t even drive. And she read us a story every night and got us up and dressed for school every day.

I dare say there is probably not one person reading here that even knows of a woman doing something like that today. was probably the one exception due to her becoming a widow. She may well have kept up with my grandma. Maybe even beat her. But my point is, most of you all reading this have a relatively easy life.

But easy doesn’t mean good. In fact, very often, easy means fucking disastrous for you. Because remember that shit I was talking about? (See footnote 1 if you haven’t read it yet.) Without it, you are basically a hydroponic vegetable. It’s all good and easy and clean. No germs, no predatory moles, snails, birds, and grubs. You “grow” to exactly 6.5 centimetres length, and with perfect carrot shape, and then you get bagged and shipped off to corporate… oh wait a fucking minute , the entire national grid just went to shit. Trucks don’t have any more fuel because Israel tried on the latest genocide and failed. And shit… all of a sudden, you’re gonna die and rot in 24 hours because you have ZERO capacity to “make do”. That gnarly, rough carrot, growing all crooked in half-infested ground that after the bomb is partly radioactive? That carrot will make it. Bent, a bit cancerous perhaps, but it will spawn some other mutant carrots that will thrive.

What the fuck? Is this guy writing about Boomers and Carrots?

If you’re thinking that, it’s a test. I want to see if you have the attention span to keep a couple of thoughts in your head for 30 seconds or more to make a synthesised observation a minute or two later.

Now, the reality is that the Boomers, hanging on to life with every drug they created, possibly blood transfusions from babies, or whatever other ghoulish thing they come up with, will still be around in not insignificant numbers for some 20 years.

I have been using Claude for research purposes, because as a retrieval engine it’s awesome. Don’t take anything it says for granted, ever, but pulling data, it’s really fairly good at. Here is what it spat out:

The one firm anchor is the United States. US baby boomers — those born 1946 to 1964 — numbered 76.4 million in 2012, about a quarter of the population. With mortality since then the living figure is now around 68–69 million, and boomers skew heavily white — the Baby Boomer generation is predominantly non-Hispanic white — so applying roughly the ~71% white share gives about 48–50 million white American boomers.

The other components are estimates rather than clean census counts:

• Continental Western/Northern/Southern Europe (Germany, France, Italy, Spain, the Low Countries, Scandinavia, Austria, Switzerland, Portugal, Ireland, Greece): the 1946–64 birth cohort there is large — Germany’s boom actually peaked in 1964 — and overwhelmingly of European descent. That’s on the order of 55–65 million.
• United Kingdom: roughly 12–13 million in that age band, predominantly white British.
• Canada: about 7 million white boomers.
• Australia and New Zealand together: about 5 million.

That sums to roughly 130–150 million living white people born 1946–1964 across North America, Western Europe and the Anglosphere.

Two things that move the number materially, so state your assumption when you use it:

If you fold in Central and Eastern Europe (Poland, the Czech lands, Hungary, the Baltics, the Balkans — sometimes counted as “the West” post-1990, sometimes not), add roughly another 30–40 million, pushing the figure toward 160–180 million . Russia is conventionally excluded from “the Western world.” And if you mean everyone ever born in that window rather than those still living , the number is higher again, since a substantial share of the cohort has already died (the US alone started near 76 million).

So: “more or less,” somewhere between about 130 and 180 million , with ~130–150M being the defensible figure for the core Western world and the higher end reached only by including all of Europe east of Germany. If you tell me exactly which countries you want inside the boundary, I can tighten it.

So, I assumed 20 million for Russia and came up with a current total in what I consider “the West” (which you may disagree with, but I feel even Eastern Russia is part of) of about 200 million.

In the main, these people are still holding onto the levers of governmental power, right across the board.

Then I asked Claude this:

And here is the answer:

So, twenty years from now, there will still be up to 70 million of them. The one point in our favour is that at that point, approximately 2/3 will be women, as they last longer. But of the say 20 million or so left, I have no doubt, their influence, while much reduced, will still be reverberating through much of the West.

Look, Catholicism took a major hit in 1958 with the entire Church being infiltrated by Satanists and no valid Pope left since then, and yet, in much of the world, Catholic influence still makes people behave in a decent way overall, especially in rural areas around the ex-Catholic world. Boomers dying out isn’t immediately going to get rid of their absurd policies, nonsensical theories on equality and general Communism that they have espoused as Stalin-like Kleptocrats.

And we’ll still have that cohort of squishy, mollified, gay Millennials trying to carry forward the same idiotic nonsense, so it’s not going to disappear quickly.

HOWEVER…

(Drum roll please)

Here is what we CAN do. Starting right now.

If you are GenX, like me

• Get involved. Your apathy, Breakfast Club2 mentality is passé.
• Yes, I understand the attitude, hell, I explained to a friend (who sadly passed on now) why we couldn’t change things, so yes, you bet I KNOW. But that doesn’t excuse your still sitting on the sidelines to watch the world burn. It’s time to saddle up and watch it burn as you give it a push in the right direction. Besides, the towers of flames can still make pretty sunsets from horseback just as much as from your porch. And if you manage to gulp down a lungful of chemtrail-free air once in a while, hey, you feel more alive too.
• The point is, even if you’re older, I strongly suggest you find a wife and make some children if you haven’t already. And if you do have some, educate them. Teach them all the lies they told you are lies. Show them the lies they are trying to teach them are lies too. Teach them to think for themselves and reject the lies. Teach them to be Commandos. Spartans behind enemy lines. It’s hard to maintain your integrity in the modern cess-pool that is the world, but it’s sure satisfying. Teach them. If you don’t have kids, help those who do. In any case, unless you are one of those useless appendages of life that sits on their porch waiting for death to come visit, act. There is ALWAYS something you can do. Do it. The time to check out and say “Fuck all y’all” is long past. Get stuck in. Yeah, I know… old habits are hard to break. Well, don’t be an old dog that can’t learn new tricks. If anything has ever defined GenX it’s our ability to be contrarian to everything they told us that can’t be done, that we wouldn’t do, that we couldn’t do. So… once more unto the breach!
• Oh but… divorce-rape, feminism, the state, gold-digging whores, ball-less men, and they will jail me if I say the wrong word like Tranny, or Negro, or Fag, or, or, or… EXACTLY. Grow some balls. Change it. One little piece at a time. For yourself, for your children, for their children. Snow-ball it. Read the Power of the Powerless. Do SOMETHING. But for the love of God, don’t leave it all to your children to clean up.

If you’re Millennial – And you’re Still Reading

• There may be hope for you yet if you shed that whole “life needs to hand things to me because I am special” idiotic idea, and get busy. Even harder for you will be these things:
  • The Boomer ideology in general:
    • We are NOT all equal. In fact we are ALL different.
    • Men and women never have been, and never will be, equal. And that’s fine. Ignore anyone that says otherwise, they are retarded and denying objective reality. There is NOTHING such a person can say that is of ANY value, other than possibly by random chance, and that’s not something you want to rely on.
    • Religions are NOT equal. Some are absolutely Satanic and create shitty “cultures”. In fact most of them are. You may not like it, I sure didn’t to begin with, but look into Sedevacantist Catholicism (AKA Catholicism as it was before Pedophiles and Satanists took over the Vatican in 1958)
    • Cultures are NOT equal. All the ones from outside the Western world are demonstrably WORSE than any of the ones within it. And depending on who you are and where you come from, even some cultures within it are not going to be as good or amenable to you as the one you belong to. I sure would hate to live in Germany, or Scandinavia. And most Germans have a hard time in Italy or Spain.
    • Feminism is evil, has NEVER produced anything good, and you must absolutely ignore whatever women say they think about it. Women’s thoughts on politics are essentially irrelevant. Treat them as such. There has NEVER been a society that was MAINTAINED by women, much less created by them. So why on Earth would you listen to their “ideas” about it? It’s like asking an Australian aborigine to tell you how to build the space shuttle. It’s COMPLETELY retarded.
  • Getting over your fear of divorce rape. Sure it’s a thing. Sure it can happen. Especially if you marry an entitled, spoilt, average millennial woman that thinks this whole post is “toxic” and I should be jailed/executed/neutered, for simply stating the obvious, which is all that this post is. You can also die of cancer, get run over by a bus if you don’t pay attention, and so on. I get you have zero to less than zero life experience at navigating hard problems, but you gotta learn somehow. I did write a book, at the request of others over many years, that might help you avoid the worst harpies with talons, but there are no guarantees, life is like that.
  • Make children, and raise them as described above to GenX. Of course… you gotta learn the lies are lies first, hence the list immediately above as a starting kit.
  • Almost everything you think you know about World War II is a lie. And if you don’t know anything, learn it. It does matter, and yes, it does affect YOU right now. Today. And if you manage that, you know, maybe reading a whole book or two, you may also want to read one that I, who have read literally a FEW THOUSAND BOOKS recommend as possibly the best book I ever read. Nothing can quite show you what it means to BELIEVE in something bigger than yourself than how those men and women acted almost a thousand years ago. Yes it IS relevant to you now. Far more than you know.

If you are a GenZ

Read everything above too, for the GenX and Millennials. Understand it. A lot may apply to you too. You are basically like GenX 2.0 but with more lies and less opportunities. You are REALLY going to have to learn to be hard-core Commandos and Spartans behind enemy lines. Take no shit. DO. Stick to your guns, make your own mistakes. You will make many. It’s ok. Everyone does. Just keep getting up and getting back in the fight when you get hit.

Aim to get married and have a bunch of kids. Absolutely read both Caveman Theory , The Crusades , and probably at least Believe! but if you can, also Reclaiming the Catholic Church . Are they boring? No. They are literally books than can show you how to navigate life like a fucking adventuring hero from Greek mythology. And just like in Greek Mythology, remember, there is often tragedy as well as heroism, and the glory of “winning” is mostly in overcoming decades of shit just to have your own life decent enough. You are to be Odysseus, so read the Illiad and the Odyssey too (I already did the research for you, that is about the best translation boxed set of two you can find anywhere). Now, if you think that’s a lot of reading, listen… remember how up at the top I talked about making mistakes, and everyone does them? It’s true. But you don’t HAVE to hit every single pothole in the road to learn to drive on it. And if you read even further up, remember how I said every little decision you make can have a massive impact on your life? Well, reading these books will, in my humble opinion after 56 very well-lived years on Earth (as in I did a LOT of that shit I talked about in footnote 1 below. Really a lot. Go see the OG blog and read up more if you want), I’d say that if you read those books now, your life trajectory has a considerably far better chance of being much better than if you don’t. So… up to you. Read them or not, but I told you what I think, so don’t come bitching to me later if you only figure out I was right a decade or two from now, when your life might be in shambles, because you were too lazy to read a few books.

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Anyway, back to a Boomerless World

Alright, so now I gave you a little path forward, so what? Well… the future is going to get uglier for a bit still. See what I wrote at the start about how many boomers are left and how they will still steer the narrative for a while, but… act now, when it’s still hard to even get started, and you will be WAAAAY ahead when the darker times come, which they will.

Re-creating safe ethno-states with a monolithic culture isn’t going to happen overnight or be pleasant work. But maybe we GenXers can start that massive boulder at least inching forward a little before we get planted into the ground too.

Read this essay on why you absolutely should, and MUST, ignore, reject, and abandon those that are still stuck in the feminist paradigm. It is also a fact, that all women will, to some extent or other, believe some of the feminist lies, as will a lot of men. That is what a lie is for after all, fooling people. But you must exercise discernment as to which of them can gently be led to the light of truth, and those who cannot. Now, believe me, it absolutely can be done, but… try to start with a decent chance and a suitable prospect, at least as best you can. But take heart, I personally am well acquainted with three couples all 30 or under who are on their second baby, and are zealous sedevacantist Catholics. Not one of them started out that way. All three men got there first I think (not sure about one of them, maybe his wife already was in that Church), and no they did not meet their wives in Church, and no, they were not even Catholic I believe, not even nominal Novus Ordo “Catholic”. And yes they are young, happy, in love and making babies. It’s absolutely doable. Is it going to be true for everyone reading this? No. Statistics are a fact. But it’s up to you, mostly, which statistic you fall into down the line. Start out thinking “That can’t be me” and more often than not, you’ll be right, whatever “that” is; be it good or bad.

Once the Boomers die out, and starting before they do, there is a lot of work to do. You literally have to rebuild a civilisation, but history only resonates, it doesn’t repeat. So whether “we” make it or not, is mostly up to you who come after me. I for my part am doing my best to see to it that you have the truth in one hand, and a sword in the other, or, as Richard Lionheart first put it, when the English were still Catholic:

Dieu et Mon Droit

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Which perfectly exemplifies the Catholic perspective, which is VERY far removed from the Protestant “work ethic”, which instead is a mechanisation of humanity, and Satanic at its core.

Help yourself and God will help you. Which means, work your ass off and fight. And heaven will line things up too in due course. And because you might not be so good at metaphors, that means your belief and trust in God (and the only one worth doing that with is, indeed the God of the Catholics, because the others are all Demons or false) and the “sword” is your working and DOING whatever needs doing. In Richard’s time that entailed a lot of fighting, hence the sword. It may yet mean that in your life too. And if so I hope you have a repeating rifle rather than a sword, but hey, whatever works is better than nothing.

The point is that yes, there may well be very hard times ahead. No, a lot of it will NOT be fun. And if you think your happiness is the most important thing, you will have a terrible time of it and in fact, it’s far less likely you are gonna make it. But… if like the Spartans under heavy arrow fire, you are able to laugh in the face of adversity, 3 not for show, not for fame, not because anyone is filming you in technicolor, but because in your heart you’re saying “Yeah, fuck you, anyway, I’m gonna fight, and I’ll win or die trying, fucker!” then you have the right attitude.

And like the Spartans were trained: Be smart. Don’t get caught in the bullshit and lies. Use cash. Get off your phone. Read books. Make friends in real life and train with them. Go on hikes, don’t worry about gym, work outdoors. Plant trees. Climb them. Learn to shoot. Go fishing. Buy a farm. DO SHIT.

And get some cool shades. The future is bright.

What with all the bonfires, possible nuclear bombs going off, conventional missiles, and possibly FEMA searchlights trying to track you down after you escaped the camps, you’re gonna need them.

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This post was originally published on my Substack. Link here

Someone re-posted an old post of mine from the OG blog, which by the way you should all bookmark now: TheKurganBlog.com because eventually substack will become unusable and/or ban me since I am already shadowbanned here. The commenting there is a bit slower because I don’t approve comments automatically and don’t check daily, but once this platform dies I will do so, and will start looking there every couple of days.

Everything I post here is automatically mirrored there but the reverse is not true and there are years of posts there and a good search function you can use keywords in to find various topics I posted on over the years. You will also be able to see my progression from relatively hedonistic heathen to Catholic Crusader Zealot (who hates the fake “Catholic” Novus Orco Church with a passion), and the post below is from one of those older posts, which I am sure will upset many of the new subscribers that recently signed up because one post of mine went viral about why women are going to be even MORE miserable in the near future than they already are.

Anyway, here it is (I made minor changes (typos and a few parentheticals for better definition of terms)). Enjoy screaming at the screen, all you unwashed heretics.

I keep having all sorts of people telling me how I should listen to this “Catholic” “priest” or “archbishop” that, or “wise man” when in each case they are in the very best of ALL possible cases, a fooled ignorant who hasn’t got the most basic clues of what Catholicism is. And I really do mean at best. Because in most cases they are knowingly and fully and pertinacious heretics and have been for decades.

Strickland, Vigano, Ripperger (or however you spell his name) are ALL, without exception, NOT clergy of the Catholic Church but KNOWING heretics, impostors and frauds.

Emo Jones, Tay-Tay Marshall, Milo, the more recently exposed Mike (Gary) Voris: ALL deceiving grifters that are NOT Catholic, and they know it.

It really is NOT hard to understand:

You do NOT belong to a club that has rules about who can be in the club when you don’t follow those rules.

Why this is hard for some people to grasp is a mystery to me.

You CANNOT be Catholic if you:

• Are a Freemason
• Are a Satanist (I repeat the point above here)
• Are any other religion
• Are a communist
• Are an atheist
• Are an agnostic
• Promote, promulgate and/or teach heresy
• Publicly defect from the Catholic Faith by doing or being any of the above things (and many others not listed above).
• Do not reject in toto, everyone and everything pretending to be Catholic that does not reject Vatican II, its promulgators, architects and heresies.

Similarly, as far as Christianity is concerned, ONLY Catholics are Christians.

Catholics literally put the Bible together. No one else did, no other Christianity existed and in fact Popes and the Holy Mass complete with Transubstantiation, priests not being able to be married (unless they already were before becoming priests, but even then not supposed to continue carnal marital relations), and so on were ALL present, before, during and after the Bible was put together by them, as it continued to be up until 1958 when the Papacy was taken over by the literal enemies of the Church: Satanists.

And today, anyone who is aware of Vatican II and its heresies, and yet follows the fake, impostor, Novus Orco Church, without rejecting everything and everyone related to Vatican II is NOT a Catholic and hence NOT a Christian.

The ONLY Christians left are:

• Sedevacantists, and
• Laypeople who have been fooled and are ignorant of the heresies of Vatican II and the usurpation of the Church by its enemies, so consider themselves Catholics in genuine ignorance. These people are in serious error and their souls are in peril, but if they are genuine in their intent AND genuinely unaware of the Vatican II usurpation and heresies, they are in fact considered within the Church. Once they DO become aware of it however, including by reading this post, if they then take zero steps to investigate and learn about Vatican II they are at minimum also guilty of the sin of sloth, which greatly further imperils their souls.

And that’s it. Those are the ONLY people who are actually Christian. Everyone else is either (from worst to least bad but still doomed):

• A Satanic impostor and knowing deceiver
• A prideful deceiver and grifter more interested in money than truth
• A prideful Churchian (too proud to let go of nonsensical, illogical, and obviously stupid, fake and wrong ideas even when they have no counter to this fact, no more than 5% of Protestants AT MOST, fall into this category)
• A retarded Churchian incapable of doing the most basic logic (the overwhelming majority of Protestants, that is well over 95% fall into this category)
• An ignorant atheist (all atheists are in fact ignorant of Christianity, as I was briefly when very young)
• A deceived, proud, ignorant, or stupid (or a combination of them) schismatic
• An ignorant heathen (as per atheists, this is their default setting, I know because I was one for most of my life)
• An ignorant agnostic (ditto as above)
• A generic Deist (ditto as above though I was one for only about a couple of weeks at most after a Road to Damascus moment)

And it REALLY, doesn’t matter if you don’t like it, if you disagree, or if you can even understand WHY this is true and based in absolutely flawless logic and reason. Just like it doesn’t matter if you like it, if you disagree or if you can even understand why 2+2=4.

Your opinion on the matter is thoroughly irrelevant. The facts will absolutely remain true, regardless of what you, or I, or anyone else thinks or feels about them.

So, in summary, no, I am not interested in what heretics have to say about Catholicism, other than to occasionally make use of them as an example: as a teaching moment for others.

I’m an actual Catholic. I’ll read Catholic works or listen to actual Catholic clergy in regard to matters theological for the purpose of my own learning or better or deepening understanding of anything related to it. And no one else.

This post was originally published on my Substack. Link here

Assume for a minute that tomorrow you get uncontrovertible proof that convinces you absolutely that:

1. Aliens are real and are NOT demons (they may be assholes though)
2. They genetically engineered us millennia ago

How would that affect you?

I am genuinely curious and the replies would be too unique for a mere poll, so I’d appreciate it if you actually left a comment. As detailed as you like. I will read them all, thanks.

This post was originally published on my Substack. Link here

Look, I KNOW that you’re all tired of being told to man-up, or worse the boomer refrain of “pulling yourself up from your bootstraps” and so on.

Look, I do get it. Life pretty much sucks and as a young guy you have a raw deal. But you see… you really need to stop being a pussy.

Because life ALWAYS sucked for men. You think you have it tough because you don’t get laid enough and you MIGHT get divorce-raped by a gold-digger? Well read some history of ANYONE worthwhile and you’ll find you are soft-skinned, weak, whiny, and fully homosexual to a degree that would make a woman blush compared to pretty much the entirety of male human history.

Read this , or this , or this , or this , or a thousand other books about pretty much any period of history before the 1960s and tremble at the very idea of having been born in one of those times with the attitude to life you have now.

So let’s first of all face that UNCOMFORTABLE FACT.

You are a gay weakling.

As the Japanese say, you can’t fix a problem until you at least first consciously become aware of it.

Now, about taking that dildo out your butt, and trying to see what you can do about actually manning up, what it actually means and how to avoid jail while doing so.

Let me give you a couple of pointers, this is from a conversation I had with a young man recently that with brutal honesty has faced that very reality:

So, I was hyper loyal from a young age, especially to my mother who was always very nurturing and caring. She would often complain about men; her bad childhood under her father, constant fights with her brother, and then obsessively complaining about my dad after he failed her (yes I do mean failed, too because he was also a weak, effeminate man). I remember my mum complaining about men from a very young age (as early as 5) and it only intensified through their divorce (from the age of 7 or so onwards).

During the formative period, my mother drilled into me, daily, that my dad was the epitome of evil. This then spilled-out into “all men” and then “anything characteristically male.” Therefore, if I ever acted like a man, that was slapped down with “you’re just like your father” (ergo, just like evil incarnate). Around all of her female friends I always heard the same conversation: “men are evil” (and then, as a side-note, noticing I was in the room: “oh, except for you”).

This lasted at least a decade.

To add insult to injury, both of my sisters were also failed (literally abused) by their father and then both divorced their respective first husbands.

At this point, I don’t begrudge the women in my family because they really were failed by the men in their lives and I don’t think they were really conscious of what they were doing (just solipsistic because, hey, women). But still, that entire perception has soaked into levels that I’m still trying to dig out.

Now, this guy is NOT the classical Gen-Z or Millennial weakling. He has managed to carve out quite a decent life for himself that allows him to essentially live where he wants without too much trouble, he likes to travel and experience different cultures, and has a good work ethic and has contributed heavily to his (hardcore) Catholic (sedevacantist) faith within his community.

Yet he never had a real male role model.

I by contrast grew up essentially feral in Africa during my formative years, then a couple of years with my grandparents in mostly rural Italy (and Italy in general is still quite human, as opposed to essentially all Anglo-Saxon cultures, whose extent of “ferality” is limited to getting drunk and fighting/fucking when drunk, which is really more of an extreme cope than actual feral/natural/wild-but-sane human behaviour).

If my brother or I came home from a fist-fight, with another kid, at most we would get asked if we won or lost, or fought honourably. My father once admonished me and my brother, at age 4 and 2 or so, because when an older African kid (maybe 6?) had made my brother cry and I went to fight him, my incensed brother tried to help me. According to my boomer dad this was unacceptable, as I should have fought the boy on my own. 1 On a previous occasion with a different Italian boy aged 7 who was also harassing my 2 year old brother, I had taken the older boy on by myself, at agee 4 and about half his size. He grabbed me by the hair and shook me for all he was worth. It hurt badly and my eyes teared up, so I couldn’t see properly, but I carried on punching even if effectively blind, and crying, and eventually one landed, splashed his nose and made the bigger boy let go of me and run off crying to his parent with his nose bleeding. My father shouted at me and sent me off to his room as punishment. My mother later came to explain to me that in reality my dad was proud but couldn’t say so in front of the other kid’s parents. I, reasonably enough, asked my mother, first of all why she was the one telling me that and not him. And secondly why he hadn’t done so when they left. Nor did he tell me so later.

Injuries were essentially ignored unless really serious. And you’d be told you were an idiot for getting injured in the first place anyway.

And we were roaming the African bush with pellet guns in places that had cobras, black mambas (which occasionally entered the house) warthogs, and so on, with no way to know if something had happened to us until we returned home. We also got motorbikes when I was 16 and my brother 14 in a place where fatalities by random drivers, drunk-drivers, and so on were a weekly occurrence.

Now, if you grew up as I did, having fired a handgun at age 2 the first time and a shotgun held up (for the weight, not the recoil) by my dad at age 4, and being allowed to go hunting with a .30-06 or a .375 with sometimes little supervision at age 11-13, it will tend to make you think that any “man” that whines about pretty much anything except maybe missing limb after an accident, is kind of a fag. And why is he whining instead of applying a tourniquet anyway, and walking himself to the nearest hospital? Fag.

And I am not the only one to see it that way. A friend I made here who grew up in rural Italy, had to drive the tractor since age 8, Including switching out attachments to it, and served clients in his parent’s bar when he wasn’t working the field, and, like me, doesn’t seem to accept/understand the very idea that something can’t be fixed somehow by simply getting some tools out and having a go. So you don’t have to grow up like Conan the Barbarian to not be a weakling.

But let me highlight it a bit more with a current Substack example from a guy that (laughably) calls himself Illimitable Man.

Does that sound smart, tough, or practical to you?

Because to me, as soon as I read it, I felt a visceral disgust, and imagined what a slimy cowardly nothing the guy is. I would be completely UNSURPRISED if he turned out to be a Pakistani farming clicks.

Here, try this:

Do you think Charlemagne would say that?

Bohemond?

Leonidas?

Julius Ceasar?

Fuck, how about the average soldier in WWI or WWII?

Any Roman soldier? Any Samurai?

Any normal Cowboy from 1875?

I mean, look, if you agree with that faggot, fuck it, it’s no skin off my nose, but seriously, if you plan to ever be a father, have children, or even just NOT be a completely irrelevant NPC in life, please, for the love of God, don’t be like that “Illimitable” faggot.

And if you think life is tough, so what? It is.

So gold-digging whores might blow your life up if you pick the wrong one? So what? I’m twice divorced, and still standing.

Try to not marry a vampire-narcissist gold-digger. And hey, if you fuck-up… because you like sticking your dick in crazy, when you KNOW it’s a bad idea (but they DO fuck better, so you see the dilemma) survive it. Change name, move to the Cambodian forest, whatever.

Yes life is hard, no one will hand you out freebies, and no one is coming to save you.

Maybe you had a fag dad. Maybe no dad. Maybe you are LITERALLY a fag. Regardless, try to man up. Yes even the actual fags. It CAN be done.

Find some role models. Read about them in books, or if you are illiterate try to find some videos while you learn how to FUCKING READ, because MEN do know how to read. And actually read. Books. Real paper ones.

Learn a martial art. Learn to shoot guns. Learn to fix an old car that doesn’t run on GPS-controlled Indian-built software in a black box computer.

Use cash and say no to digital cash.

Leave your phone at home at times and deal with the PTSD/Anxiety you get from not checking your faceborg/instagram/whatever every 15 seconds.

Go hiking. Without a phone.

Plan a revolution. Dig a trench. Buy some land and build a house in the woods.

In short… DO SHIT.

Get fit. Eat better. And hit on pretty girls. You will get rejected, so what? Learn and find a better way to say “Hello,” and start a conversation. Eventually one will talk with you. And eventually one will kiss you. And so on.

What else you got to do before you die an old man?

Doom-scroll yourself into a catatonic masturbation session while you wish you had enough money to buy a Japanese sex robot instead of a Waifu blow-up doll?

Yes the world is against you and probably hates you, and things are stacked against you. So what? They always were. But your ancestors weren’t fags who just got bent over and rammed without reproducing. That’s why you are here.

Honour them.

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Now… this is rather personal post, so I have a little bit of an introduction to it, even if it will affect and resonate, based on the number of subscribers I have and the statistics of IQ, with precisely NONE of you.

In fact, statistically, I’d need about 13-14 times the number of subs I have now for the likelihood that this applies to ONE of you. But hey… it’s my sub stack and I will write whatever I want. The fact some of you might be drooling on your keyboard as you get cancer on the tip of your finger as you try to follow along, is neither here not there.

And who knows, I have been culling the mouth-breathers hard here, with zero warning, as is my nature, so it may be that we have a couple of outliers here anyway. See? I am an optimist at heart.

Anyway, to do a proper job, you really should first understand what the difference in my terminology is between, Clever, Intelligent and Smart. Which I defined and explained in a post (or two?) starting here . So if you want to really get the full depth of it read that first. If you don’t as I assume most of you won’t, it needs to be understood that just because someone has a 150+ IQ does NOT necessarily mean they are what I define as Smart. They are certainly Intelligent, but that’s one level below Smart.

On the other hand, no, you cannot be considered Smart if you’re a 120 IQ midwit. Or even a 70 IQ really honest and careful person. They may be wise, they may be good people (or not, IQ is not especially related to morality) but they are not what I define as Smart.

So the analogy I will explain below is not ideal in THAT aspect of it, but it certainly suffices to make you understand a little bit what it’s like to be me.

Before I start, let me also state that, No, I do not have the official results of my IQ, I didn’t keep them, and I have moved home literally dozens of time since and countries four times, but… I also don’t care AT ALL if you think I am making this up, don’t believe me, or expect me to justify, demonstrate, or prove any of this to you.

It is also a personal curiosity to see if you’re even capable of understanding WHY that doesn’t matter to me at all, so if you’re interested in playing, try to think up of the reason you think I don’t care and then I’ll tell you and also have a poll at the end to see if you guessed it right before you got to the end where I tell you.

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The now dead gorilla Koko was given IQ tests a number of times in different ways. The exact result is not completely agreed upon, but overall, the range of it is thought by all who looked the issue, studied it and administered the tests, to be in the min-max range between 70 and 95. There is argument about whether these were entirely valid, because they were infant IQ tests, and although several different ones were administered, some critiqued them on the basis that perhaps the testers were biased (consciously or unconsciously) and assigned more meaning to potentially ambiguous response and so on.

There have been papers written on this and the general consensus is that Koko’s IQ averaged out around 80. I am going to be generous, and say that it probably was 85 instead.

Now, if you are an average person with IQ 100 that places you only one standard deviation away from Koko (15 point being one standard deviation for IQ test generally).

But hey… you read my blog! You’re not an average human! You’re probably one of those “smartest guy in the room” guys, who have around 120 IQ.

And they genuinely, generally, are the “smartest” 1 guy or girl in the room. And that means there are at least 35 IQ points between you and Koko. Or —uncomfortable as this is for so many of you who have not lived there for 25 years, like I did— between you and the average African from Africa (where some nations have an average of 70 IQ * cough * Equatorial Guinea * cough *).

Now for those of you who don’t know, the IQ gap is about 30 points.

The IQ gap is what is experienced between people that have at least that many points between them in various different ways. At the lower end, say the average 70 IQ Equatorial Guinean with the average 100 IQ European, the lower side tends to simply see/note/accept as given, that the higher IQ guy has some quality (which can include magical powers, being just better, or in any case capable of doing things the lower IQ cannot) that allows the to simply to stuff the lower IQ guy can’t and will generally die, main themselves or others, or cause some kind of screw-up if they DO try to do it.

On the other hand, things are very different when the issue is between a 120 IQ guy and a 150 IQ guy. The same gap still exists, and the 150 IQ guy can do things, and achieve results the 120 IQ guy just cannot functionally understand . That is they literally are incapable of grasping how the 150 IQ guy does it. This does NOT (unlike the previous example) often lead to a kind of general acceptance, possible overall submission or accepted guidance from the higher IQ person. Instead, the 120 IQ midway, being used to being the “smartest” person in the room, will almost invariably tend to assume some kind of trickery is involved. They will assume they are being lied to, that the higher IQ guy cheated, somehow (at whatever it is that is being done, created, demonstrated, or calculated), or is otherwise fooling them in some nefarious way. And the problem is that even when the higher IQ guy tries to walk them through every single step of the process they did, the 120 IQ guy simply cannot understand it.

If, unlike me, you have never spent a week trying to teach a 70 IQ guy the concept of square metres… well… trust me… it really does work like that. You can use coloured charts, math, step-by-step power-point slides, and they will probably be less useful than if you just tell them you have alien DNA and are able to do magic.

Now, here is the bit that I don’t care if you believe me or not, but is absolutely factual:

At age 26 I took two proper IQ tests.

I scored 157 on the first one, and I thought that’s got to be wrong, I can’t be THAT much smarter than everyone else around me right?

I mean I knew I was, but I did not understand IQ properly at all back then, never having been too interested in it, and also having imbibed the general boomer Kool-aid that intelligence didn’t really matter because we are all humans after all, I had the wrong assumption it merely measured the speed at which you can do things. I simply knew I was much faster (as I was in physical reflexes too) than the average person, but I just assumed it was always possible for anyone to be able to eventually grasp the same things I saw instantly. And it was only much later I realised how utterly wrong that perspective was. In any event, I took another proper test, a different one (it wasn’t MENSA, I genuinely don’t recall the names of the tests nor the organisations, I honestly didn’t think too much about it at the time) and on this one I really tried to do my best. So of course I scored 152. 2

That averages out at 154.5 or rounded, to an IQ of 155.

So, if you are a 120 IQ smart-boy/smart-girl, the difference in intelligence between you and me is essentially, exactly the same as between you and Koko.

Now, it’s true IQ does decline a little with age, but that’s true for both you and me, and no I don’t really care what mine is this very second. I can tell you that without a doubt, the general gap in my perception of reality and that of pretty much everyone else around me, remains the same. I may (and I say may ) have just learnt to tolerate the pervasive stupidity I see all around me a little better over the years.

But I have only learnt to do so primarily as a result of of a couple of things, which is not to say I advise any of you to try and do any/all/some of them, I am just sharing my personal experience here, I’m not advocating for anything in particular.

1. Being with a lot of different women – It let me verify in autistic detail that their brains are just completely different from male brains and work different, for different reasons and with different mechanisms, and yes, these are even present as physical differences in the physical brains of men and women. Realising this was rather important, because once I understood that at a very deep level, the generic frustration I felt at the female lack of capacity for logic was greatly reduced. I never hated women for it, but I certainly did think they were fucking idiots, generally speaking. And generally speaking, from a male perspective, they really kind of are. BUT and this is the important point for autists like us, if that is how reality works, then that’s that. You adapt or die. And also… if it IS that way, there must be a good reason for it. And when you look into that more, you realise ah! there is indeed. And I cover all this stuff in more detail in Caveman Theory, which is only available in digital format, so if you care, go get it.
2. Having children – Children often simply don’t know better through lack of lifetime on Earth. Of course, that also tend to know better a lot more than weak parents think, so it’s not a straight line. But still, being patient with little kids is easier. With teenagers probably less so. But it’s the circle of life, the kicks in the ass, by dad, life, or God, will make the into better people, c’est la vie.
3. My wife – Partly she does this by the infuriating way in which God tries to teach us patience. Which is roughly the equivalent of having a cute howling monkey on crack tear through your day with insane levels of chaos that no normal human (male) would ever even consider as possible. But on another side, it is because I estimate her IQ is high enough that (thank you God!) while there is a gap, it is not THE IQ gap of 30 points. And, once I did take some time to study IQ and high levels of it, I realised that there is a trend. High IQ men and women, bot tend to exhibit aspects of various “spectrum disorders” (a label used by the various Koko’s trying to describe people like me (or my wife for that matter) by using often made-up words to try and finger paint their way through a micrometer thin web of facts they can’t understand much less see). In men it can present as OCD type stuff, in women it can too but generally with a giant side-dish of completely irrational shit that makes autists twitch at 50 paces. It’s not always been easy for either of us, but as time passes, we certainly learnt to understand better each other’s “quirks”.3

So… there wasn’t really a point to this long post, that is somewhat solipsistically self-reflective, other than perhaps:

1. Don’t try and marry someone with whom you have an actual IQ gap (the 30 points or two standard deviations barrier) with. It will not, cannot work. I definitely did that with my first wife, and it is not an indictment on the person in any way, she is one of the kindest people I have ever known and we are still very good friends, and always will be. In fact I was the official legal guardian of her daughter for years in case anything happened to her. And my current wife and her also really like each other and get along. She is genuinely a good person and the fault of marrying her, was probably almost entirely mine. After all, I have that high IQ right? But I tell you that Boomer Kool-Aid… it’s truly poisonous shit.
2. If you have a high IQ in that sort of range, patience IS a virtue. At least in the sense of it keeping you out of jail, at minimum.4

Oh, and her sis the poll and after it, also the obligatory warning for you Planet of the Apes denizens.

WARNING: references to spouse-icide, murder etc. are for comedic purposes only. No one here is advocating for carefully planning premeditated (or any other kind) of homicide. Ok monkey-boy? There’s a good monkey! Go get yourself a banana!

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The post that went viral (heading for 11k views now) about how Women will REALLY become unhappy in the near future, received the usual infuriated screeches from the fat unfuckables, the incels hoping to white-knight their shrivelled dicks into one of these also unfuckables, and otherwise general positive comments from both men and women.

One response however, was very personal and so instructional I asked the lady in question if I might post her response in full. Which she agreed to.

It all started with a comment she made and my reply to it, which included a question:

She replied in short order and then gave me permission to post her reply in full. Here it is, completely unaltered, except for her name, which I was asked to replace with her Substack handle, which is the minimum I can do for this genuine, and I must say, quite lovely woman. I don’t know her personally, but I think everyone with two functioning neurones can see just how much she clearly has suffered, and how, hard as that lesson was, she did not waste it; and because of it, I have no doubt, she is a far better human being than probably most of us ever are, me included.

Greetings, you asked me a thought provoking question yesterday, something I never considered or asked myself. I thought it over and decided to reply here because I do not wish to steer anyone in the wrong direction or be discouraging to your readers. Your question, would I be as I am in my marriage now if I hadn’t been through the loss of my first husband. In short , no. The long answer is multi faceted and involves 13 years of growth…. emotional, spiritual, intellectual. For our purpose, I’ll answer to the part that hits on the topic of your article. There is no greater reset to a woman’s sense of security than her husband leaving the house to run an errand and never coming home. Sudden, violent death of a spouse is something that changes you forever. Being a single mom is incredibly difficult. I have 3 sons. Everyone said to me “ now you have to be the mom AND the dad” . It wasnt until a therapist told me to ignore those comments, that it was impossible for me to be the dad, their dad is dead, there is no dad, that i finally relaxed from that idea. My sons are good young men but they lack many masculine skills. They are poor handshakers, they are unable to use their inborn, male, physical strength effectively, they can’t use tools. Their stepdad is helping with this. My two oldest, 19, 16 are not super conducive to his guidance, but my 13 old is really benefiting from a masculine presence in the home. I can say that since my 1st husband died in 2012 I did not spend one night feeling safe at bedtime, maybe I’m an outlier but the only time I ever felt safe at night was when my brother visited for the holidays. Now that I have a husband here to protect me, I sleep well. I can also say that I will never be as the women I know who belittle and gossip about their men. Was I like this before….no. I now appreciate my husband because I know he can be taken from me whenever God chooses. I love my current (and forever) husband with all my heart. I accept and love him as he is now. When he grumbles, I love him. When he forgets to do a promised task, I love him. When he falls asleep on the couch , I love him. When he acts like the coarse male that he is…. I love him. I love him fully and here’s the secret that many women do not know….. when you love and appreciate your husband, when you support him, when you keep your marriage sacred by not gossiping and nagging and complaining to your friends about him….. he will love and honor you, he will cherish you because you have proven to be a faithful mate and helper. I never thought I would find another husband, I wasn’t looking for him, he approached me. The love, support and strength he brings to my life cannot be measured in words. He is a good man, he is not perfect, no one on earth is perfect, but he’s perfect for me, just as he is. The problem is this… women have been taught that we are whole and perfect. A complete being , not needing some dude who will come in and step on our freedom. We were taught that to be whole, we must be like men… but we aren’t men. We are softer, we are weaker physically. That isn’t a fault…. its a compliment to the hard, angular , unyielding male. Men need us to soften their edges. To be compassionate and caring while they shoulder the weight of the world. I have no answers on how to fix this problem of western women. I think there will have to be much pain and heartache…. real suffering like you mentioned in your article….. abuse, rape, abandonment….. the realization that we as women cannot survive without men… literally. It makes me sad. We, as women have so much strength… it was robbed from us….. going right back to the garden… we believed the lie. I wish nothing but love and peace to my sisters, that they wise up…. but I see much suffering on a personal and generational level. Men are fed up…. and I do not blame them. How can a man be a leader, how can he support a wife and family when his woman is not accepting him as the leader? The kingdom of heaven is a monarchy. The family is a reflection of this…. the family is not a democracy. There is one head. Thats the man. This sounds foolish and stupid to western women…. what can I say to change that? Nothing. My lived experience is all I have. No one will listen to that. I lived it as a single mom to three boys. Our existence was as a ship in mutiny…. no captain. When I remarried , a captain arrived. He has brought order, direction and steadiness. A masculine presence. Relief, safety, security. His presence is grounding. Anyway… I’ve rambled long enough. Thank you for your question. I appreciate the opportunity to ponder myself. I am enjoying your substack. Best to you and your family. In Christ,

SpringHeelJane

I could not, not respond to such a message. So I did, as below:

Hi SpringHeelJane.

Thank you so much for this.

It is very powerful, and I believe it would be helpful to at least some women. Perhaps ones who are, or have already, suffered some, even if not nearly as much as you, and that —and your words here— may just be enough to make them see the light.

With your permission, and only with your agreement, I would very much like to publish your words on my blog. I am happy to name you as the author or keep you anonymous, but if ok with you I’d like to publish the whole thing exactly as it is. You’ve done an outstanding thing in circumstances very few would have coped with. And your capacity to even see the gaps in your boys’ ways is also an uncommonly objective perspective.

Thank you so much, whatever you decide I really appreciate you trusting me enough to share this very shortened summary of a big and painful part f your life. I pray for you, your sons, your previous and your current husband: may you all find peace, God’s Grace, and may his love fill the rest of your days.

G.

She responded further, proving once again, in case any proof was required for anyone, what a truly outstanding woman she is.

Thank you so much for your kind words. This is what social media is meant for… true human connection. Yes, you can absolutely post this to your substack. Feel free to use my handle, I truly appreciate your content. Thanks for speaking out on our collective human woes. Looking forward to your future content! Stay salty. Prayers to you and your family. In Christ,

SpringHeelJane

And there it is ladies.

Now, regardless of your age, try to imagine her situation. Imagine you are happy and in love, two young boys and another still growing inside you, and your husband goes out for a normal day and never comes back.

I am not afraid of much in life, but I often find myself praying to God, a prayer I only ever saw a parallel of in one film, the one with Mel Gibson in it called The Patriot .

In it in the opening scene, the very first words Mel Gibson’s character Benjamin Martin speaks are:

“ I have long feared that my sins would return to visit me and the cost is more than I can bear. ”

I know that feeling. And I have for years prayed something along those lines, which essentially is something like:

“Lord, Please, do not let whatever lessons I need to learn be taught to me by the suffering of those I love.”

What happened to her is something I don’t even want to imagine. Hard doesn’t begin to describe it. And yet… look at her. Look at what she did, what she managed to do, and now, that a man has again entered her life, see how she has returned to the appreciation that modern humanity has almost entirely lost for each other.

And look at her true and deep understanding of the fact that it was indeed that suffering that made her see it.

In a much smaller way, I know a little of that too. God manages to make even the bad work for the ultimate good, in ways we don’t imagine, certainly don’t expect, and sometimes don’t even realise have happened.

I truly hope any woman reading this takes a moment to ponder this. And then, if they will, let them instead contemplate what might as well be the diametrically opposite creature, something that was shaped in bitterness, envy, and the acidity of the perennially unlovable. Meet Kathy Loves Flowers, the types of things she restacks, and her vast network of people who follow her (4 people), which might be explained somewhat by her personality, which shines through in her comment on the same original post.

I of course replied to her in my usual genteel style, but that’s for those of you who enjoy cruel comedy, and it really isn’t the point. The point is… who would you rather have as a wife? Neighbour? Friend? Mother? Grandmother? Aunt?

Seriously. I’m asking.

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Look it’s really simple, all the writing about the shortcomings of women, in many cases are just embittered incels whining they don’t get any. My criticisms of women are generally geared to make the remote 0.0001% of women partly capable of it, self-reflect and correct themselves. Yes, I know, I know, but I DO write science fiction trilogies after all. But in the main they are geared towards men so they can begin to fix the problem, since we know, only men can ever fix things for the better. As someone said long ago (possibly Plato, possibly a sports commentator, either way a noble philosopher): “Women ruin everything”.

Ergo we can’t blame women for being women. And honestly, frustrating as they can be in their solipsistic retardation, deep down, I haven’t generally ever blamed women for being women.

It’s about as worthwhile as being angry at your dog because he can’t drive a car.

But it’s clear I have been too subtle and circumspect in my attempts at educating men on how to fix the problem “of women”.

So let me be clear.

Some guy on substack posted this meme:

Clearly as some kind of whining lament at the dreadful state of the poor men.

This being the 49,899,762nd millionth time some loser has cried in public about how hard men have it.

It finally prompted the short but effective response and fix that I had clearly missed giving you all. So here it is:

Why the FUCK, do any of you incels, incel-adjacent, pussy-whipped, balls-in-a-jar on your wife’s nightstand types give a flying fuck what women want/think/say?!? Oh wait it’s because you are what I just said.

Stop giving a single solitary shit and do as you want. Any woman worthwhile will follow. And those who won’t are absolutely pointless to have anywhere near. Seriously, WTF is wrong with y’all? You all became the town gossips in the eunuch fraternity when your balls were cut off? What man in the history of men has ever given a fuck about the “worldly opinions” of women? WAKE UP, you bunch of faggots.

And that, gentlemen, is really ALL that ever needs to be said.

Do you think Charlemagne gave a shit? Bohemond? Wyatt Earp? Geronimo? Mushashi?

In short, the old adage remains forever true:

Stop being a little whiny bitch, you pussy.

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Everyone is panicking about the impending apocalypse, the takeover by AI killer robots, and the total collapse of law and order since we are controlled by mass-murdering, child-raping, child-torturing to death, and child-eating cannibals that worship Satan.

Now, I am not saying it’s not cause for concern, obviously, but everyone trying to sell you this or that miracle cure… listen, I’ll tell you all for free what I been saying for years:

1. Sure, use the Devil’s tools against him (it’s dangerous, most of you can’t do it without getting sucked into Hell and it doesn’t always work, BUT if you have the talent for it, and above all the rigid moral fibre to actually pull it off, strategically, it’s not a bad move). So AI productivity? Go for it. Looksmaxing to get the girl/guy? Personally I think it’s disgusting and I’d rather get a robot sex-doll, because, well, what’s the difference? But hey, you do you… Gambling on crypto-fuckery? Have at it. (Ah, corollary/warning for AI productivity… go for it as long as it’s not actual slop-production, because trust me, I seen it already in the corporate environment and it leads to ruin, fast. In the private environment even faster).
2. MAXIMISE YOUR TIME. Time is all you really have. I don’t spend enough of it with my kids because I am trying to produce something that will outlast me for them, but I do realise it. And what time I DO spend with hem, I try to make it count.
3. Whatever you do, make it always a step closer to achieving these things in this order:
   1. Become self-sufficient. Food, water, housing, and money. Find a way to make/produce or provide a skill that is anti-fragile.
   2. Build a community. Call out the Jew, say fuck you to digital money, get guns, go live in a rural place with only other rednecks near you who agree with you on most things.
   3. Get married and produce lots of children. This one is tricky because to get it right there is a whole subset of skills/luck/things you think you need to get it right. I wrote a whole book about it if you want some pointers, so, read it if you don’t know where to start. It’s not your usual redial slop, nor any “Christian” white knighting nonsense, but it’s not gonna go on Amazon, because it would get banned, so… take from that what you will.

That’s it.

Easy? No. Why the fuck would it be easy? We have a world of pedovores to get rid of, and you want to sit with your ass in butter tanning yourself under the UV lamps of the latest video game? Fuck you, you DNA smear of NPC dribble. If that is who you are you absolutely don’t deserve to reproduce!

You want to know what kind of people we need and are the ONLY ones likely to make it? Read this. Seriously. Read it. It’s almost without a doubt the best book I ever read. And I have read a few thousands, genuinely. 2-3 books a week for 2-3 decades adds up.

The link is to the digital copy as it’s cheaper, but there is a link in the description too for the hardback paper version from Amazon too if you prefer that.

I am not kidding, reading about the spirit of those men and women and how they faced adversity you can’t even imagine, is what we need to get back to.

It’s not a fantasy. It’s not “my” opinion. It’s not “Rhodesia”. It’s just how reality works. Maybe you can’t see it, but I would bet in the overwhelming majority of cases, I have had a life that would appear like a fantastically absurd film to most of you reading here. I have seen facets of humanity you don’t even know exist, much less interacted with. From the boardrooms and private homes of literal billionaires, to the last Khoi-San of the Kalahari. I have had dinner in our home with presidents, arrested criminals as a citizen, been propositioned by extremely wealthy wives of even richer husbands, known murderers and prostitutes and found them to generally be more morally sound than bankers and hedge fund managers. So, when I tell you I see things ahead of time, it’s not a boast, it’s a pattern I have lived since I was a child. The only tendency to error I have are:

1. I see it WAAAAAY to early and tend to think the rest of the world must see it too, surely, even if delayed. But I am usually out by a factor of 2 or 3 since people are a LOT stupider than I can ever seem to fathom (Professor Cipolla pray for us).
2. I tend to trust even the indemoniated whores, career criminals, and general assholes of life a little too much for my own good. It’s not that they get away with screwing me over or anything like that, but it hurts a little my deep, sensitive side, don’tcha know? Still… better that than trusting a politician or a banker, God forbid, I will never be that naive. A crack-whore telling me to invest in a cash-only opportunity to double my money? not likely, but I’ll chose that ten times over before I trust someone like Mario Draghi.

So that’s it. Yes, it’s hard. Anything good is.

No, most people won’t get it, make it or even try for it.

It’s up to you if you are going to cry in your cornflakes, again, or man/woman up and decide that: Fuck it. Better die fighting than crying on your knees.

And while I didn’t pick the nickname for myself, I can see why others gave it to me. This scene resonated with me 100% when I saw it for the first time at about age 16. And it still does. If anything… moreso now that I know what that “priest” really was.

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As regular readers will know, some weeks back I did a 2 week water fast, and then started a get back to fit regime. Of which I have currently completely fallen off the wagon for a solid week or so but there is a good reason that will become apparent soon enough and I’ll tell you all about it.

In the meantime, here are two little stories about the three year old, blonde, blue-eyed little terror that is our youngest daughter. This was about maybe a week or ten days into the fast. My wife told me the story.

AG: Mom. Sit down. We need to talk.

Wife: (taken aback by the imperious, 1920’s lady who is simply not accustomed to having someone say no to her, attitude sits down and looks at Aryan Girl with curiosity.)

AG: We must talk about daddy.

Wife: Oh? What about daddy?

AG: I think he is sick. He is not eating anything. It’s not right.

Wife: (also doing her best impression of a 1920’s unflappable English Lady) Oh, darling, it’s fine, he’s just not eating for a few more days, to get healthier again.

AG: Are you sure?

Wife: Yes, he’s fine, really.

AG: Oh. Okay then.

I mean… she is 3. I doubt the 14 year old even noticed.

The second story is mine.

I am sitting in my home office, working every hour I get on a project that is the reason I am not doing anything else for the last ten days or so. I can see the end of it finally, so, as is my way… I quadruple down on galloping towards the finish line.

I hear Aryan Girl and the wife downstairs in the Kitchen…

Wife: Just eat that and then I’ll (garbled)

AG: I don’t want this, I want the pasta.

Wife: Yes, I know, I’m making it, but for now just have that and it will be ready in…

AG: But I don’t want it. I just want the pasta.

Wife: Okay but just …

AG (I can sense her standing up in her chair, leaning over towards her mother, probably with one little hand out towards her, somewhat Italian style, blue eyes laser-focused, and then I hear again, that 1920’s cadence…) Are you not able to understand what I am saying? Can you not understand what I am telling you?

It wasn’t even being rude. It was the genuine voice of how a member of the aristocracy naturally talks to those of a lesser class when trying to get a point across to their naturally less developed and inferior brains. There was no malice in it.

I gently chuckled to myself. All of them have aspects of us both, but that one… somehow she got my brains, the imperial sense of her unquestioned nobility of her blood line (from dad again!) and from some ancient English DNA of her mother’s side, the logical and abstract thinking to make her arguments as a skilled lawyer. And of course, the mix of Venetian and Irish that can send her into a murderous frenzy if unjustly provoked.

Thank God for her blue eyes and blonde hair. They might help her stay out of jail in due course.

Oh, and I also had a call with the Ice Spartan today and she was up early so I asked her if she wanted to say hi, and she of course made us both melt:

AG: Hello [Jack], I am sorry I was so rude to you when you were here. But I really love you. And then she said bye to him.

All you sad women that don’t want to have children… the world will be SO much a better place when you have all disappeared and been digested, then shat out by your cats in due course.

The world will belong to us and our children, and eventually, we WILL reshape it into something good. And I pray the rivers of blood required to make it so is something I can do for them before I go on my own long trip. Because sure as shit, we’re not gonna leave pedovores in charge of anything. And no amount of money or robot armies will save them.

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The last two posts had a lot of people starting to see that what I wrote is how things actually work. And of course the embittered unfuckables got upset, as reality always makes them shriek, for they will do anything except face it. It would show them how utterly despicable, fallen, weak, and fearful they are. So they rage instead of evolve.

And that, dear reader, is the point.

Life is not fair.

Most won’t have a good one, or even a worthwhile one. Hell, if you’re reading this you’re already better off than the vast majority of people on this planet. You have an advantage. Squander it at your own peril.

Now let me show you this feminist, dimly, slowly, unhappily, and still refusing to face the truth anyway, learn about her own downfall. Caused by her own hand.

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