Internal States

PLEASE NOTE: I have ZERO commission, or any kind of business relationship with Wharram Designs. I bought a few of their study plans and wrote them a somewhat crazy email, thanking them for their work and Mr. Wharram for his designs. I received back a lovely letter and they posted me a gift of their two books and some articles. I highly recommend them and have links at the bottom for everything.

I have covered the big picture, (Part 1 of 4 is here) including many of the details that you need to shift to if you want to eventually be rid of the Globohomo Davos Trannies and their incel “elite” plans for you.

Alternative 1 is to just have a go-bag and weapons, whatever you can carry, a vehicle, that you can ideally sleep in, and have no family, friends of attachments, which I would assume is a very small number of people, and most of these are probably not of the healthiest frame of mind.

My Alternative 3 is not the famous one, though, if you have a spaceship, do come and see me we certainly need to talk!

My alternative 3 is the poor man’s version of the one where you jump into your anti-g spaceship and sail off to a better Galaxy.

I have been interested in yachts since I was a teenager. At age 16, I would have loved to have a yacht I could travel the world in, trading in odds and ends, like a merchant ship of old. I knew the world was already too filled with giant cargo ships to make that viable, but I also knew the world is a big place and someone always needs something somewhere, and if my upkeep was just my boat and myself, even “small” profit margins were probably ok for me to survive on. I read through a bunch of yachting magazines and even did a sailing course in Durban, while I kept trying to figure out how to get one. Yachts are expensive and normally not anything you can afford as a young guy who even almost ten years later was making ends meet by teaching karate, or working as a bodyguard, or even selling my first book, The Face on Mars (since updated). As it turns out I bought property with the proceeds of the book, and it was a better decision.

Perhaps, also, my having moved countries so much and relatively cheap flights making the long journeys at sea unnecessary to get where I wanted to go helped make me sort of forget my original dream, of sailing the world, probably around the equator, as I hate the cold, visiting remote tropical islands with their friendly suntanned females.

Whether by luck or providence, bad or good is hard to say, I did not come across the work of James Wharram. Then again, back then the internet did not exist and what yachting magazines I could get my hands on did not mention him. I know, because if I had come across a guy who was selling do it yourself designs of working, ocean capable catamarans, I definitely would have remembered.

I briefly toyed with possibly getting a dragonfly 25′ but even that was completely out of my reach financially in my mid 20s.

Well, James Wharram was a man after my own heart. He recently passed away, but he left an enduring legacy of catamaran designs that embody perfectly the spirit of adventure I had (and still have, despite 2 failed marriages, one awesome one I am currently living, and now 5 children).

If I was in my mid 20s now, I would almost certainly try and secure a place where to build it, then purchase one of the plans, selecting one depending on whether I had friends to help or not. Ideally, if I was just thinking of myself and my girlfriend/wife (and in today’s climate you really want it to be wife rather than girlfriend) I would probably go for the Tiki 30′ or Tiki 31′ design. Assuming I could afford the materials to build it. But if it’s just you or two of you and you’re willing to go at it even a bit rough and hard, even a tiki 21, design is good enough to escape the rat-race.

Now, make no mistake, building one of these is NOT a walk in the park. And sailing is NOT a joke. The ocean is like one of the old Gods of Ancient Greece. Read the Illiad and the Odyssey. Then read of how many die a watery death for being unprepared, untrained, or maybe just unlucky.

BUT. Think about it. A Tiki 21′ was successfully sailed across the Atlantic in 34 days. A Tiki 26′ sleeps 2 in the hulls with a chart table and galley, perfect for a young couple. And a deck tent would extend it to another 2, though your range would be limited.

If you stuck to the tropics, a Tiki 31′ could not only be a working boat, but also a cruiser for a couple.

The most versatile of the smaller designs, I think is the Tiki 30′ and also, comparatively easier to build, at only 900 hours, it almost makes no sense to build a Tiki 26′ which is about 700 hours.

Now… it is an absolute fact that many who start never finish, and even those who do can take years, but, gentle reader, whenever have I written for the average normie?

No, no, I write for the crazies, the fundamentalist Catholics, the zealots, the explorers and adventurers that have the blood of the old Venetian spice traders, or the Genoese discoverer of America, aptly named Cristoforo, or the Spanish conquistadors, and all other great adventuring tribes and people. I write for those determined enough that they would study the build plans of a Tiki 30′, which only cost £1035, after they first got the study plans, for a mere £19.50, obsessively. And calculate the costs and trips to get all the relevant materials, then beg, borrow or find a way to have a place to build it, and the tools for it, and then… figure out that 900 hours is a mere 90 days without breaks of ten hour shifts. A mere flirtation with Death and Father Time, really.

Of course, I am partial to the Tiki designs for some aesthetic reason, but there are numerous alternatives, and of course, if you have the funds, you could buy pre-built ones, or second hand ones and so on.

In my folly, at the age of 26, I actually called up a guy in Ireland that was selling a 70′ trimaran about 20-25 years old, pretty much only a year or so younger than I was. He was selling it very cheaply and also had the building plans. When I called him he told me he had already sold it, but he asked what experience I had on the sea. I said none. He was incredulous and laughed, telling me this was no boat for complete greenhorns. I told him that the prospect of learning how to skipper such a boat, even with the chance it might kill me if I screwed up, didn’t worry me. Not following my dreams was scarier. He then spent a good half an hour talking with me. Being an Irishman he probably could relate to the partially insane.

Anyway, the point is, if you’re tired of all the bullshit, of all the fakeness and gayness in life, and long for the few prospects of a meaningful and adventurous life, if you are healthy enough and determined enough, there is no reason you couldn’t build one of these boats and sail to warmer climates. Island hop and find other ways to live.

I also very strongly recommend James’ books, I have already read Two Girls Two Catamarans, which is a pretty amazing story. Mr. Wharram was obviously a bit of a libertine, but the way he faced life and the level of adventure and sheer determination he showed is quite astonishing. It is also inspiring, not so much for his having achieved every 16 year old’s dream of sailing an all-female crewed boat where you are on intimate terms with the whole crew, but, more importantly, showed what could be done, and still can be done if you adapt, and what will be possible to do again once we overcome the Davos Transgender, Transhumanist, “eat bugs and be happy” scum. The will and dreams of one man can achieve the seemingly impossible.

You can purchase both books and more at his site here.

I am now 53, as I said, with a non-working olive tree farm and natural truffle farm, very little money, and five children, the older two being 11 and 7 and the rest all under 4 years old, the latest one not even 3 months old.

Our house still needs some painting and additional work on it to have all the wardrobes and things we will need as the children get older. Tomorrow is the first day of creche for the two little ones.

And oh yeah, I am trying to build a community of like minded zealots.

And my wife, though some would (and have) describe her as “trying to achieve Sanctification” I assume, of course, for her need to keep up with such a great catholic as myself eh… I can’t even bring myself to say it as a joke, but anyway, let’s say that being the party girl she was, and me being the savage I still am, and likely always will be, life has been interesting since we got together, and pretty much non-stop. I mean, our wedding anniversary will come up in a few months and it will then be 5 years.

In that time, we have:

• Moved 3 times
• Including moving all our stuff from the last home to a new country
• Had one miscarriage…
• …and three children
• Spent the last 2 years so far, getting the house and farm in some kind of liveable order
• We have travelled to Southern Africa to see my brother and my dad (each in a different country)
• Went to Switzerland for a friend’s wedding, while my wife had a broken foot, on which, with an air-boot type thing on, she danced with me at the wedding reception of my friend, because, eh…broken foot is one thing, but you know…music! The woman can’t help herself when music comes on.
• Driven through Europe from Venice to London, in my little convertible Mercedes I had bought when I was single and living in Venice.
• Done it the other way too and then a bit more, in two cars, she with 3 children in the car, including our then 4 month old, and she did a 16 hour stretch, arriving to our place that didn’t even have a working sink in the kitchen, just a tap out the wall.
• Had my daughter come and live with us too.

And that’s just the stuff I remember off the top of my head. To say it’s been easy would be a hilarious joke. Especially to her, since she was pretty much a city girl and had no real intention of being some kind of farm woman from the 1800s.

I do tease her from time to time, by telling her:

“See, it’s all you dreamed of. If they’d told you ten years ago that you’d be living with a tall, handsome, olivine skinned stranger, with our five children, in an idyllic olive grove farm with truffles and a forest you would have swooned.”

Her grumbling replies range from “I told you I used to be really stupid!” to “I’d tell myself to run! Run!”

They do say that couples who stay together to the end of their lives tend to tease each other with little barbs regularly. If that’s true, we’re going to the grave together in advanced old age.

But anyway, I tell you all this, because I wanted to give you a sense of why I haven’t yet told her that I am kinda thinking about, eventually, you know, one day, before we’re too old or anything like that, to maybe, like, possibly, build a Tiki boat from James Wharram Designs. I really am only looking at the Tiki 30’… sort of. Mostly because right now, even the plans are an expense we would be absolutely insane to make, never mind the building of it. But then again… with all the kids, we really should be looking at a Tiki 46′. I think maybe I can sell her on it. I mean, it’s only an estimated 4000 hours build! That’s just a couple of months more than a year working 10 hours a day on it non-stop. Weekends included and no matter the weather.

Maybe I should mention the importance of Sainthood more. I mean, it’s a good story…

From club promo girl…

To Sainthood.

You know, nice anchor, sword, weapon-stuff… thematic.

I may have to skip the part about how that particular Saint ended up though.

Then again, I have had a good life. If I end up murdered in my sleep I can’t complain too much.

And for those of you that missed it, my point is simply this:

Live, young man, LIVE! If a crazy bastard like me can still think about this stuff (and do it in a heartbeat if I scrounge up the money, somehow), what’s your excuse?