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In Preparation for TMOS Part 6
I strongly suggest that, women especially, look at this 15 minute video from a woman that has interviewed 1000 women.
Pay attention especially between minutes 5 and 12 or so.
I found it interesting that she said people want other people to convert to their religion (after minute 10). I think she is mostly right. And I also think that the perspective for Sedevacantist is slightly different.
Yes we do want people to see the truth, but I personally do NOT want random people becoming Catholic. I am not aware of any Sede that does either. And when I say Sede I always mean actual Catholics. Because as a matter of dogmatic principle, Catholicism makes it absolutely clear that the only conversion to Catholicism that is valid is one that is entirely voluntary.
Specifically, in order to go from whatever one was, to proper Catholic, inevitably tends to mean a process of rather in-depth study of the history of the Church, the various dogmas of Catholicism when compared to reality as we find it and other beliefs we may have had and so on.
Her final conclusion that marriage only has about a 10% chance of working out is not something I looked into, and she may well be right, nevertheless, I still think that marriage is worth doing. I do agree that women used to stay in marriage in the past due to mostly external factors, and if we take that as the method of measurement then 10% may be optimistically high. But then, I have been saying women need to catch up and evolve some rationality, logic and emotional self-discipline for decades. Those who manage it, and who go on to get married and create numerous families, will be the ones that —along with the men who also evolved beyond mere brute force as the way to control their surrounding— create the next generation of worthwhile humans.
Aside from simply the fact it is the highest form of absolute truth I have yet encountered in human affairs, viewed from an autistic level of objectivity, because I did not start out with any kind of dog in the fight, this is also why real Catholicism makes so much sense. It is based on objective reason that absolutely reflects objective reality, regardless of how we feel about it, and the women in it are amongst the most capable, intelligent and rational I have ever met in my over half-century on this Earth.
And we Catholics certainly don’t shy away from the whole making a bunch of children and sticking with your wife/husband for life while you raise them, and beyond it too.
So, no, I don’t want people to become Catholic for any reason other than the real one: Because it makes sense and model reality accurately and they see and experience that in their own lives.
Dignity and Self-Respect
I always found reading Vox Popoli more interesting for its underlying premises than the direct message. Both are usually well presented in an obvious and at times “controversial” manner, which is why Vox is an interesting and well-read writer even by people who may disagree strongly with him.
Today’s post was no exception, and it gave me pause to reflect a little on my own life. Something I don’t do very often. I may refer to examples from my life on this blog, but generally I do that mostly as a way to give at least anecdotal proof of whatever I am discussing.
Generally though, I am too busy running to the next mountain ridge or life-battle to stop for very long and take stock of broader aspects of my past. I know them, I lived through them, and I am not very prone to melancholy or regret, thank God. Nevertheless, once in a while, it is good to do.
Perhaps it was also due to a brief conversation with my wife last night. She said something to the effect of “How fast and hard life has been with us.”
And it’s true. We have known each other a long time, some 18 years, and been together nearly 8, but in that time we have done and gone through so much that it feels as if we were together a lifetime already. In a good way, mind you, but it’s definitely a lot. Moving through life at the speed I do is not for the faint of heart, and she certainly is probably the only woman on the planet not only able to do it, but come through it better for it instead of completely worn out.
Neither of us is young anymore and sadly we don’t have a “nest egg” either. I don’t even have a pension, so I’ll be working till I drop. I don’t mind really as long as I can get to a point of balance where we are self-sufficient regardless of what the world throws out at us. We’d be there already if it was just the two of us, but then… what point would such an existence have? The thought of it alone fills me with dread. Our children exasperate us, wear us out, and are relentless little savages that would have been equally at home in ancient Rome or Sparta, and of course they like to eat daily, and despite their propensity for running barefoot everywhere, apparently also require regular clothing and other basics. They certainly make life a bit more tiring, but, by God we love them so, and a life without them would be a complete horror when I compare the two.
And we both had the other version too. Before we got together we had both travelled extensively and lived on our own terms mostly. When we did get together, we didn’t have much time to keep doing that together, because she’s basically been pregnant most of the time. But the little we did was excellent. She is a very fun (if somewhat chaotic) travel companion. Her spontaneity is a joy to watch. We’d been together only three months when on a holiday in Venice she walked us into a jeweller’s shop, an old style, very Venetian, traditional type of place, “just to browse” and we left with our order of wedding bands. So yes, she definitely matches me in both the speed and intensity, but more importantly, she matches me in what most outsiders would assume is an unlikely aspect we share: a sense of self-dignity that is increasingly rare in the world.
Men tend to refer to it as “honour” but it’s nothing to do with the external world. It’s something we have internally that prevents us from making choices or taking on offers that so not align with who we are.
We both had offers throughout our lives that involved a (much) easier life, wealth, and even fame, and we each, independently of each other turned them down for that one reason. You can’t buy our souls. It sounds cliché but the word soul really is the one I think fits best. It is not related to the outside world or what it may look like to others or a need to be “cool”. It’s just an internal thing, that relates to the most fundamental part of who you are, and the action you take or refuse is based in retaining that aspect of yourself unpolluted by the world, regardless of any witnesses to it at all. And in fact, mostly, we made our choices in silence and without complaint.
At the end of his post, Vox wrote:
Kate Moss once famously said that nothing tastes as good as skinny feels. In like manner, there is no success or fame that feels as satisfying as freedom and self-respect.
And it made me sit a minute and review my life regarding this. It’s not as if I had any doubts about it, as I said, the regrets in my life are few to nil. I’d have to dig hard to find some, and then, when I look at it, the things I may have regretted I could not have acted meaningfully differently at the time with the knowledge I had.
Which is not to say I don’t think I made mistakes. I made many and big ones too, but regret is a different kind of thing to my mind. It’s the difference between a man who has his leg blown off, gets a prothesis and carries on with his life, a little limpier in his gait, and one who daily regrets and broods over it and feels sorry for himself.
My wife and I both grasp this. Earlier in the week I told her:
“Imagine if we’d got together when we first found each other (the attraction was there from the start as I have explained before), we’d have 15 kids by now. Okay… maybe only ten or so, but still…”
She looked at me sweetly and verbalised in stark but not unkind words what we both knew:
“It would never have worked dear. You’d be dead and I’d be in jail. (Pause) Or the other way round.”
I laughed with her, then we were silent for a bit before I added:
“It’s funny… because it’s true!”
She smiled sweetly and nodded meaningfully.
And it’s a part of us too, that uncompromising sense of self. You change and so you change what and how you may react to as you get older, but the uncompromising part remains uncompromising, even if the specifics may change, the constant remains that you will not do anything that is sensed by your core as “selling out” who you are.
For both a man and a woman to have that as hard and unmovable and as deep as we do, and remain together, is… unlikely at best, and rarer than dodo-teeth in my experience.
I think too, that our utter hurricane of the last eight years or so, despite it being rough in practical terms, has been extremely useful, because it’s akin to war. If there are bullets whizzing by overhead, danger and risk at every turn, and no safety net, you soon find out both what you are made of, as well as what the people around you are made of. And when the war scenario ends, you know at a very deep level what the guy who charged trenches next to you is like; and all the superficiality of what keeps the pretence of civilisation among humans going, are like a costume you may both wear in public for the sake of the same said veneer of normalcy that prevents us from living in the irradiated wastelands of the post-apocalypse, but even so, with a glance across the ball-room of the theatre of life, we know. That we are who we really are, in both the good and the horrible, and that the other knows it too.
Between men, that is a rare friendship and one that the heroic and timeless stories of humanity make epic poems about, like the Illiad.
Between a man and a woman, it is what inspires us to reckless acts of foolishness, danger, and madness. But also… what fuels every love song, creation of art that has a sublime beauty, and inspires well… arguably… epic poems like the Illiad.
That retention of your own sense of self, that deep and abiding absolute self knowledge, is what truly makes life worth living and reaching your deathbed, immediate or far-away as it may be, without fear. No amount of wealth or fame or “glory” can compare to it.
Neither I nor my wife regret at all turning down large sums of money, superficially attractive offers of widespread fame, or innumerable indecent proposals. Whatever indecent things we did, we chose ourselves and usually for free and the curiosity of the (unwise) exploration.
Ultimately, as I said in both my book on Systema and Caveman Theory, and as the oracle at Delphi has stated timelessly, the first and most important thing you should really know, is yourself.
The Limits of the SSH
If you are new here, the Socio-Sexual Hierarchy (which only applies to men) explained by Vox Day has had a lot of controversy around it and has been criticised, lauded and everything in between.
To be fair to Vox, he was always clear that his SSH was essentially a tool for generally understanding and predicting male behaviour in a social context and that it was fractal; which I think is a word that confuses most people and he might have got the point across somewhat better if perhaps less accurately by saying that it was contextual.
The point is that a guy who is generally an Alpha in most social situations might become a Delta in a situation that is totally unfamiliar to him.
The designation of Sigma has also gone viral to the point of almost absurdity, right up to people trying to ban the use of the word in schools.
There is a fairly exhaustive overview of the whole concept done by Sigma Frame that has some overall decent points to make, even if in some respect they miss the point, due to trying to retain a strictly “Christian” (still heretically Churchian to people like me) perspective, when in reality, the SSH is essentially silent on the topic of religion. The archetypes exist in any religious denomination of any religion under the sun you might care to imagine.
Anyway, the point I wanted to make here is that although it has already been noted that completely “pure” versions of each archetype don’t exist, because humans are messy, there is one aspect of the supposed would-be Alphas/Sigmas that I have noted over the years that is essentially the “chink” in their self-deluded armour.
What I mean here is that genuine Alphas, can and do have various weaknesses, and this is not news, everyone does, but there are certain types of “Alphas” that although would indeed be deemed to be alphas by most people, are in fact, mostly playing a role. A role they have convinced themselves of too mind you, to the point where they may even react unconsciously as the supposed Alpha they are; nevertheless, there remains an undercurrent of self-doubt.
I was recently asked by my friend Tony why I had referred to various people as Sigma-Gamma, Alpha-Gamma, or Omega-Gamma, and so on.
It is a difficult concept to get across, but he understood my attempts and defined it beautifully. Referring to two of these people, who may as well be polar opposites in many ways, yet also share some similarities he said:
It’s like they are both somehow performative caricatures of something… like their own, idealized versions of great men
And that hit the nail on the head.
Now, it was not performative in the rather obvious ways that someone trying to impersonate what they think is an Alpha, or whatever, can be. It was a subtler thing, like for example having a rule about never smiling in photographs taken in public. Or, on a recent podcast I saw, a rather well-known podcaster that seems relatively unassuming and calm, as he espouses relatively hardcore traditional values for men and women, stated he simply does not cry pretty much, ever, even when someone close to him dies. And yes, of course, that is generally true of men, but something about the way he said it set off my “this guy is forcing himself to try and be what he thinks the peak manly-man acts like” radar. I am sure he wasn’t lying, that he does not in fact cry, almost ever. Partly it can also be cultural, but there was an element there of insincerity. Some lack of real connection with his deeper self.
Of course, you can just think I am full of shit and just making assumptions without evidence, but that is not what I am doing. I come to these conclusions only after years of observation and confirming my observations to the point I can predict how these people will react, and do so in a way that goes “off-script” for their supposed archetype (which they tend to be very invested in.)
So, while I may not be able to give you a concise explanation with all the evidence, if you had 30 hours to review events that a specific person took over years of time, and then I can predict for you how they would react to X, Y, and Z in ways that contradict what most people would assume would be their reaction based on all the observations, and if I can do that repeatedly with different people claiming Alpha, Sigma (or more rarely Omega status) Or even who have just been labelled as such by others, then I would say that would be some solid evidence. Of course, I can hardly demonstrate that to you in a blog post, but I live that experience, and have been able to transmit it to others who bothered to try to confirm my observation, and they noted my predictions as correct too, so I know it is valid.
The difference, between what I would call a more genuine, or perhaps more “total” Alpha or Sigma, is a deep level of self-knowledge.
You know how Gammas inevitably recon they are anything BUT Gammas? That’s because at heart, the Gamma is the very antithesis of self-knowledge. These are men who avoid the truth about themselves the way most people would avoid pools filled only with radioactive, rabid, giant eels.

Sigmas in general are the ones with the most self-knowledge, which is why the opinions of others generally do not affect them very much, if at all. However, when you note a Sigma that repeatedly tells you how much the opinions of other people don’t affect him (and they generally don’t) but then has an obvious reaction when a specific point of fact about him is pointed out, accurately, mind you, not merely accusatorially, well… he may still, generally speaking be a Sigma, but let’s say he’s not a 100% DOC (Di Origine Controllata – That is, of the true 100% quality). And the same goes if he also pretends to not be affected by anything at all, ever, because pretty much everyone has something that pisses them off.
For me, especially 30 years ago, it was mostly being accused of holding views, or internal concepts that I absolutely did not, by people I generally viewed as at least moderately intelligent and/or capable. Today, 30 years later… eh, I realise the stupidity factor of even moderately intelligent and capable people is still waaaaay higher than my young and optimistic self used to hope for. And then Covid, and then the Ukraine war, and the Gaza genocide, and, and, and… has just made it very clear that the fault in my getting upset at their tragic misjudgment of my character or intentions, was the fault of my very own rose-tinted glasses, wild, wild, optimism about humanity as a whole, and some misguided desire of wanting to believe that, surely, if only I could lay out the facts before them… they too would be able to see…
So, today, if they are too stupid to figure out the basics, I will not waste any time trying to correct them or “help” them. But that is not to say I am unreactive to almost everything.
My daughter tells me enthusiastically about some absolutely trivial thing she did, or found out, or thought of at school, or some observation she makes that is probably obvious to bacteria on Mars on some level, and it could be easy to simply let it wash over me and not respond or react to any of it.
However, doing so would crush her enthusiasm for life, and as such would be a bad thing. I try to put myself in her young mind and think, why would she find this fascinating or interesting, and how did I think about it at her age? And as she is on the cusp of becoming a young woman, the pattern it paints is mostly still rather… well, as man, imagine being in a giant shopping centre of just women’s shoes. And having to follow your female relative around as she waxed poetic about every pair she wanted to try on, and did. It’s kind of like that. About 3rd level of Hell in Dante’s Inferno.
So I amuse myself by seeing if I can at all nudge her train of thought into something mildly more interesting.
“Oh you like the lacquer on those? I see… I think lacquer used to be made from tree sap. And possibly bug paste to give it colour.”
“What?!??!”
“Yeah, shiny bug guts under polished resin. Phenomenal stuff.”
“Wait… I don’t believe you, I’m googling it!”
“You know google is just a CIA Psyops to keep the truth from you, right? The truth is not in google. You need to find a book on lacquer printed before 1842. Original only, because they corrupt the digital and new print versions. Like Roald Dahl’s books.”
“I Don’t care about lacquer that much dad, and I don’t care who Rodney Doug was, or whatever.”
“Roald Dahl. He wrote Little Red Riding Hood, the story. You know, where she has a pistol in her knickers.”
“Oh DAD! Little Red Riding Hood didn’t have a pistol in her knickers! I know that story, remember, I used to tell you about it, when I was little.”
“Google it.”
“Oh come on, I…”
“Google it.”
(huffs, types in phone… reads…) “Wait… what?”
“See? Now what pistol do you think it was? Probably a low calibre, right?”
And so you see, terminal brain death narrowly avoided once more.
Of course, that’s my daughter and I love her. 99.99999% of the rest of the planet that tried to subject me to that, I would find an excuse to get away, or possibly murder them and get rid of the body, if they insist.
But my point is that Self-Knowledge is ultimately the total measure of a man. A man that truly, deeply, knows himself for example to be a coward, and say, accepts it, is someone that I have more respect for than one who fancies himself a hero, maybe even acts as one in many situations, but in reality, perhaps even not fully known to what extent even to himself, he is, in fact, a coward.
It’s not that I necessarily think of him as evil, or intentionally deceitful (though some are) it’s just that I can’t take him all that seriously when he clearly is not even familiar with himself at any real depth.
So, when considering the SSH and what generic category a man may fall in more than another, remember that not only is that archetype at least partially and sometimes almost wholly, contextual, but just like there are always more stupid people than you can possibly imagine, there is also just a lot more Gamma fragments in far more people than you imagine. Including… terrifyingly… possibly… yourself.
But the only way to know for sure, friend, is to actually look under the proverbial bed.
Then get under there, armed with a sharp knife in your teeth, swim down to the monsters under there, and face them.

On Secular (or any) Dating – Part II
Following on from this blog post I did a few days ago, Ronigan, on SG made the following comment:


And since on the dating/relationship/women posts I get the most emails, I think his comment is fair and points out a tendency I have to “leave out” the parts that to me are so obvious that it would be similar to typing out:
“Remember to breathe in and breathe out all day, every day, even when you are asleep.”
Even then, I will tend to get a few emails along the lines of:
“My brother did what you said while he was in the family pool and he drowned! You are evil!”
What can I say, the pain of the IQ gap is real.
Anyway, let me attempt to correct my mistake in not addressing the very basic point of HOW do you even GET to the dating part.
And let me point out a few (also obvious) things first, which I have mentioned many, many, many times before:
First of all – In today’s modern society “dating” means you’re having sex.
Second of all – Proper Catholic morality is absolutely against sex before marriage and for VERY GOOD REASONS, and I am NOT advocating against that. What I am doing is sharing concepts that got me, an unbaptised Heathen to eventually achieve a full-blown, and completely Catholic marriage (therefore Sedevacantist, because we are the only Catholics left). Since MOST people reading this are unbaptised heathens, schismatics, apostates, or various forms of heretic, and since, by Church teaching, the likelihood is you’re going to Hell anyway, for those situations, my sharing my personal concepts that got me to where I am, is not, in general terms, endangering your soul too much more than it already is, and my hope is that it gets you eventually to a place where you begin to really appreciate the Church’s perspective to the point that you decide to become a proper Catholic and reclaim your birthright, your life, your family, and your heritage, if you are of European descent, or make a new path, into it, if you are not.
Third – If you are already a believing Sedevacantist, then, your strategy for achieving marriage is, or at least should be, probably different from anything I propose here. What that might look like I have no idea, because I never walked that path. If you DID indulge in the concepts I mention here, then, your soul, according to dogmatic Church teachings would absolutely be imperilled, since you would be adding fornication before marriage to the list of whatever other sins you may be committing. So, you have been forewarned.
Fourth – The MAIN DANGER of following this advice is that you become successful (for various levels of that word) at entering into a sexual “relationship” with women. That in and of itself is indeed dangerous for many reasons. Firstly because since it may be unlikely that you very first sexual encounter goes so spectacularly well that you both reach the altar hand in hand, confess your sins of fornication and get happily married ever after, you are likely to (in time) enter into sexual congress with more than one woman. The pleasures of the flesh are among the most tempting and difficult to overcome, which is why Satan uses it to such great effect to create more and more degeneracy all around us. The danger then is that like being a junkie, you get addicted to the chase, the thrill, the sexual variety, and so on. You can end up stuck in this cycle for the rest of your life. I have met men that had literally hundreds of sexual partners (heterosexual men, that is, homosexual men are not anything I know about, but they tend to have sexual partner body counts in the thousands) who never got out of that vicious cycle. And I have met men that had only a few or even just one sexual partner, who understood more about being a man and acting as one that had no problem getting into a relationship, and hence another very Catholic marriage after their first wife had passed away. The point here is that if you engage in these concepts just to get laid, you may well be successful, but you will also lily actually end up in Hell far more likely than if you had remained the frustrated incel you may be today.
Fifth – The advice I will give you is extremely simple and direct. You will not like it, and you will likely not do it. And that is YOUR decision and your right. But you then really cannot whine any longer about being an incel. Become a monk, and do good in the world that way instead.
Alright then, here is the advice. First the ones you should already know:
- Get physically as fit and good looking as you can get. Go to gym, learn basic hygiene, laser your hirsute back (or not, some girls like teddy bears), learn to dress decently, don’t get any face tattoos, eat properly, your diet, more than anything else determines your general lard-assess, and so on.
- Get economically viable. Improve your job. Hustle, work harder, climb that corporate ladder even if you start out as a shelf-packer at Tesco. Money helps pretty much everything to go smoother.
- Place yourself in social contexts that give you opportunity to meet desirable women. Attend your Church (yes, Sedvacantism is the ONLY real Catholicism and hence the ONLY real Christianity left, but if you attend heretic Churches, as a heretic yourself, well, one can only hope you save some unfortunate damsel from Hell when you eventually realise Catholicism is the only Christianity that ever existed), or join a book club, a tango class, a yoga class, whatever. You can’t meet women in real life if you are not physically present where they are. And yes online dating works for some of us, but the techniques to make that happen are pretty brutal, too advanced for an incel to even begin to attempt them, and not helpful at all when you are starting out. And even if you do everything right, at least 80% (and it’s becoming more like 90% and more) of men will get ZERO traction on dating apps today, and that’s not even counting the scam ones that are all fake profiles and geared to just get a bunch of lonely guys paying fees in the hope of getting a message from some “hottie”. How do I know? Because I dated a very pretty Russian girl that did that as her job. She literally was hired by this dating online firm to pretend to be interested in random guys on the app so they would keep sending fees. She was not closed off to the possibility of meeting one of these guys, but only if he ticked off all the boxes she cared about. I never paid any fees, though I did meet her on a dating app, probably because I engaged her mentally enough to respond to my message and then just went to voice call and once I got talking she got interested enough. I probably ticked off enough of her pre-conceived ideas that we did have a relationship, and she was shortly very invested in it. I liked her a lot, but did not have that mystic click I need to become fully invested, though she was undoubtedly one of the better women I got to know. My point here is that it is easier and more likely for you to get into a relationship when you are interacting face to face, so get into those situations.
- Last of the obvious advices before the “secret silver bullet” is that if you live in a big city, this is a mid-point between face to face and online dating. You are far more likely to have SOMEONE that wants to engage with you sexually than in a remote village, but they are also far less likely to stick with it, because the choice is just as varied for them as it is for you. A remote village may make you an incel by geography, a large city may make you into a rootless degenerate. Pick your poison.
And now for the final reveal, the all-solution issue to getting into sexual congress with a woman. Are you ready? Sitting down? remember, I told you that you will not like it and are unlikely to do it, which are both true, but I promise you the advice is very, very real, and absolutely solid, and above all, it works.
What you need to do is…
Approach, talk to, make propositions to (from having coffee to wild sex, depending on the woman, the situation, your ability, etc etc) women all the time, while observing, and noting their responses, the types of women that respond in certain general ways and wha those various ways are, their demeanour, your own, and essentially every aspect of the interaction, but do so organically, not autistically, just TRY to get a general sense of your emotions and theirs AS you interact with them and try and experiment with different modalities of your own internal mechanism. Even if you feel fear, or shame, or anxiety, act against that, or perhaps act as if afraid when you are not. Test YOUR OWN emotional limits and push beyond them, so as to EXPAND your own emotional range of responses. Eventually what used to terrify you may make you laugh. And what used to make you laugh might be a behaviour you will not tolerate in your life and would simply walk away from. In essence, interact, observe, experiment and then correct for errors you make. That’s it. Repeat a thousand time a month and you will absolutely improve your ability with women, but also with people in general.
I can strike up a conversation with a beautiful woman on the subway that is used to rejecting hundreds of proposals a day, generally as effortlessly as I might start up a conversation with an old lady that is sitting lonely, alone in a coffee shop, and desperate for some form of human interaction. It’s like anything else, a skill. And you can only learn by DOING IT, not reading about it.
That’s it. That is all it takes.
But in the end, get thee baptised, get thee married, and make a family. And why PROPER Catholic?
Think about it:
- In Catholicism the purpose of marriage is to have children and creating a family.
- Divorce is dogmatically not allowed (which means you select your partner FAR more soberly if you accept this premise truly, and also it means once in it, the option of bailing does not exist, so you are forced to resolve issues together, as you would if you were castaways on an island).
- Contraception is not allowed and abortion is murder. You are very likely to have a large family and while everyone on Earth will tell you what a terrible life decision that is, I can tell you that I wish my wife and I got together when we first met, as we would now have about 8 or 9 children. or maybe 8 or 9 more children. And yes we might have to live in a van down by the river, but I have never, and will never regret having children, and the more the merrier. Yes, it’s a pain that they need feeding daily and also require clothes and toys, and so on, and your time is ALL for them, but you know what? It’s awesome. Utterly awesome.
So there you have it.
And Orion, if you ever read this, feel free to get in touch, I’d sure appreciate getting a few thousand )or tens of thousand) of your subscribers become regulars on my blog or Youtube channel too. And of course, I’m offering to increase the value your subscribers may get out of life by considering my perspective.
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Gen X – The Last Men
So it appears that Gen Z has large numbers of their cohorts that are too anxious to know how to use a phone to actually TALK on it (oh the stress!)
Now, i know several Gen Z that are actually pretty decent potential crusaders, more so than any millennials I know anyway, but still, it’s a concern when you realise that for the Gen Z guys, approaching a woman to say attempt to make an innocent enough connection is considered “creepy”. I dread to think how many cops and EMTs would be required if someone said what I have said at least once before to a woman I was interested in, which was:
“Hi, I’d like to have a coffee with you sometime, or you know, dinner, or lunch, a trip to the Maldives, whatever you can fit in your calendar. And I know, looking like you do you probably already have a husband and three boyfriends, but I’m not the jealous type. So here’s my number and if I’m out of line, never mind, I’ll try to find a way to survive!”
She used the number, and she was definitely younger than me so a millennial not a Gen Z, but yeah, it was a text.
I produced this pen and paper RPG to promote the use of imagination and problem solving as well as fostering social interaction, but it is a fact that when i present the topic to anyone from Gen Z they look at me as if I were showing them alien technology. The sad state of affairs is that people in that generation are so atomised that they don’t even have 2 or 3 IRL friends to sit around a table and play pretend for a couple of hours.
Millennials are generally a rather pathetic bunch too self-absorbed and molly-coddled to be much more than the Boomers 2.0 and Gen X remain a mix of people who have been crushed by their boomer parents and life in general and just march on like condemned men, or are silent guerrilla fighters only concerned with their loved ones and their own survival. Numerically we are not a large generation because out parents the boomers aborted a third of us before birth and a lot of other barriers they erected made things a bit hard (still easier than Gen Z has it though, and by quite a lot!) so we are a mix of the walking dead and silent spartans.
Besides, the Boomers will hold on to power even as they enter the grave, and numerically speaking, as well as psychologically, by the time the boomers exit stage left, the Gen Xers will be too tired, too out of the loop to care or want to try and get the reins of power, and precisely because they do NOT care to, they would paradoxically be the best suited for it.
I feel for Gen Z because they will most likely be saddled with bookers 2.0 (millennials) above them. So, for my part, I am doing what I can to set the stage for them. City states, hardcore Catholicism and a totally unyielding attitude to the demonic rulers of this world: the synagogue of Satan types.
Be hard and unflinching with the truth. Be kind and protective of innocents and be ready to go to absolute war for the truth.
Really, reading The Crusades – Iron Men and Saints should be required inspirational material.
Don’t let Gen X be the last one that still had men behave as men. You’re the hope, Gen Z.
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By G | 4 March 2025 | Posted in Believe, Catholicism, Caveman Theory, Clown World, Reclaiming the Catholic Church, Sedevacantism, Social Commentary, StCZA - Q.O.R.G., The Crusades - Iron Men and Saints Vol. 1