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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.

On War and Civil Unrest – Part 1 – Human IQ

This post on Substack is worth reading: https://www.anarchonomicon.com/p/yes-individual-iq-matters-in-war

In fact, his whole Substack is pretty cool. And his points in that post are absolutely worth keeping in mind.

And in case you want to take part in an really fun and funny idea that used to actually happen in the 1980s, you might want to get together with a bunch of friends and play this role playing game.

(Cheaper if you just want the PDF here)

Then you might want to make it even more entertaining by using the actual terrain you find yourself in to play it out as a LARP. That is, an actual Live Action Role Play. The way you would do this is NOT by running around with actual guns, obviously, but rather, use say your phone camera to take a picture of the “enemy”. If the person has a body part that falls exactly in the centre of a cross that is the middle of your photograph (draw a cross on your screen if you need to in some way that rubs off) then they could be considered to have been “sniped”. Or if they get in their car and you had taped a piece of paper with written on it “bomb” and they drive off, you could be considered to have achieved a kill on your enemy.

You can, of course, play this game with unsuspecting strangers without molesting anyone, as long as you don’t break any laws, you could take a picture of “enemy combatants” (say anyone wearing any item of clothing that is red) to show your friends you achieved a hit, then delete the image. Or possibly only indicate to your friends how you would avoid or engage such “enemies” by your movements. All done without acting in ways that disturb people who have better things to do than get annoyed by people running around playing at “war” (but really learning some important things about reality even as you play).

In the long-ago of 1981, this game came out called Killer that introduced Live Action RPG.

You can even buy a copy of one of the various iterations of the game here. Or find a free PDF at the archive here.

Today, you could use similar gaming principles to practice reading maps, hiking over terrain and learning how to move about in your local area with a view towards being a small unit in a civil war scenario.

Silly as the idea may sound… are you really telling me such an exercise would not be:

A) Educational, and

B) Hilarious

Because you know it would be both. So what are you waiting for? Start practicing, because learning as you play is the way you REALLY learn.

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Becoming a PC in an NPC World

Those of you who have read this post, may better understand this one.

Part of the reason this blog exists, is my insane level of optimism in the hope that is helps a few people improve themselves and perhaps stave off the total annihilation of thinking humans in the ongoing zombie apocalypse that we are currently in. Some argue the Zombie Apocalypse is 4 years old, but I have known it was essentially a Cold War ongoing pretty much since I was alive.

In fact, in the hopes of showing a few Zoomers or Ten Alphas the way, I even put out an actual RPG with a module, just in case the few of them that can still read instead of watch videos, might teach a few friends how to meet in real life and play a game together that provides fun, entertainment, and develops the imagination and your ability to solve real life problems, thanks to having to use your head to solve imaginary, or thought experiment ones.

But the general point is that my intent, insofar as I may have one, is to try to uplift whatever shrinking percentage of the population still exists that has understood we are the last stand of actual humans with a soul, and the brainwashed masses of idiots around us, led by evil pedophiles, are really quite likely to overwhelm us if we do not get organised, band together, and build fortress cities from which to stave them off.

There are so many facets of life that one needs to become aware of, from the evils of government and government-ran education, the sell-outs who aim to become the leaders, the corruption of everything from the basic morals of humanity to the lowest employee, and so on.

How to present a coherent whole easy to digest? And then it was clear:

No analogy of modern existence is as useful in terms of representing in a secular fashion the times we live in, than the parallel with pen and paper Role-Playing Games of old, like Dungeons and Dragons, Traveller, Top Secret, Car Wars, and so on.

Why? Well, allow me to explain, especially for those of you that never played them, which I expect is the sad, depressed, and depressing, majority of readers here.

In a game like Dungeons and Dragons, it was understood, that even a lowly first level, brand new adventurer, was a unique and rare individual. Most people in the D&D worlds, were simple shop-keepers, farmers, town soldiers, traders, merchants, and so on. Only the mildly insane, the idiotically brave, the wildly and untamed foolishly adventurous would wander about a world that is filled with marauding hordes of Goblins, Orcs, and Gnolls. Where werewolves, and Vampires, and Ghouls, and Zombies actually exist. Where magic is real and so are curses and spells that can channel in literal demons from other planes of existence.

And yet… every player made up a character and played that character. Those were the “people” who made the stories happen. Those were the only “people” that really made it worthwhile to be in such a world.

Life is not dissimilar.

When I was 16 I went to study in England for my A-Levels (which is not what you porn addicts thing it is, it was the last 3 years of school or so before you can go to university, after )-Levels, which is ALSO, not some perverse sex thing). I found the people there, in the supposed civilised West, to be far more retarded, limited and dumb than they had any excuse to be. While it is true I went to school in Africa where my parents paid fees, this was pretty much the case for almost all expatriates. And we did 7 to 9 exams for various subjects, like history, mathematics, geography and so on. In England the school I went to, had students that on average did 3. Things like English (their own language, Geography, and maybe History). One of the girls who did take Geography on my first few days there, asked me where I was from. I explained I was Italian but had spent most of my life in Africa. Her question:

“Africa? Oh… What’s the Capital of Africa?”

To which, astonished, I responded sarcastically:

“I don’t know, what’s the capital of Europe?”

Her: “The capital of Europe? I’m not sure… London… isn’t it London?”

One of the other girls came to her rescue, explaining Africa was a continent, not a country.

Nor was this experience unique. The level of education was poor, to be kind about it, but the level of inactive grey matter inside their thick skulls was far worse.

I recall trying to spark some reaction, a thought, an imagination, something, in one of the other students, who was asking me about my life and I asked him about his dreams and aspirations in turn. His reply?

“Oh, well, I’d like to probably get married some day, have a couple of kids, would be nice to have two cars…”

Again, I was aghast. I responded saying:

“Man, that is what happens if you do absolutely nothing. I mean, don’t you want to drive a Ferrari? or sail the world on a seventy-foot trimaran with an all female crew?”

His response?

“Oh that stuff only happens in the movies.”

To which I could not help but tell him:

“Well, yes, with your attitude, that is absolutely true for you.”

Now, I didn’t particularly ever care about driving a Ferrari, although I did briefly think a seventy foot trimaran would be awesome to own and I even tried to buy one once, not having sailed a day in my life and not having the money for it either. And I figured if I ever got one, I’d have got the all female crew along the way without too much trouble.

Now that I am older, I know I was right about getting the all-female crew, but the ship would have sunk at sea on its first outing with no survivors.

Again, my point is not that I was ever obsessed by making a lot of money, or achieving any particular thing, other than perhaps a proficiency in martial arts and the general ability to be able to adapt and survive pretty much regardless of circumstances.

Mostly I went after things that interested me, read about stuff that I found fascinating, like astronomy, and physics, and chemistry. Tried to see the weird and strange. understand the natural world around me, and when I could find one, tried to interact with people that I deemed at least somewhat interesting. In short, if you had to reduce me to a character class from Advanced D&D, I would probably have fit the description of a Ranger. Maybe Chaotic Good or Neutral Good. In Basic D&D I might have been a Mystic. Obsessed with achieving martial perfection in hand to hand and following a sense of the mystic in life, while able to do a lot of what some other classes could achieve only by over-specialisation (thieves) or magic (healing hands of Paladins).

As a result, like a typical PC, my life has been anything but boring. I have had tragic life events and astonishingly beautiful ones. I have seen and done things most men will not do or see, and both great pain and great joy comes with that, but above all, my most certain strength has been my absolutely thorough knowledge of myself.

The oracle at Delphi (which I visited, and saw myself) did say:

Man, know yourself.

And truly, that is the most important thing in life. But most men have very little idea of who they really are. Because unless you are actually faced with the prospect of death, bankruptcy, having your heart emotionally ripped out of your chest and stomped on, being lied about, and worse, as well as having had the experience of a woman that loves you to beyond what is healthy or sane, the friendship of another man that will stand next to you when you are both facing the very real prospect of being killed, and you doing the same for him, having money and being generous with it, and having none, not becoming a miser either, holding the hand of the woman you love being utterly powerless to prevent her miscarrying, and also seeing the first smile of your own son or daughter, as they look at you with the eyes of a newborn, unless you know and feel and go through all these things and remove all doubt from any corner of your psyche as to who and what you are, you do not really know. You can guess. You can hope. But you don’t know.

Twice in my life before the age of 10 I found a side of me I wanted to remove ferociously. I froze in fear once, and did not try to react another time, when it looked as if my brother would be dragged off a cliff by our dog he held by a leash, and would not let go of it as the dog hurtled towards the cliff face. I was too far to make it, so was my father, who was an adult, but at least he ran as hard as he could and shouted to “let go of the dog”. My knees went weak and I just knelt in the grass, feeling my heart sink as I thought I’d see my own brother die in a few seconds. The dog finally stopped short and so did my brother, but I never forgot the feeling of failure at not even having tried.

I had achieved some measure of success in removing this part of me by age 10, because by then, when an adult reached in the car and stole my mother’s purse from her bag and ran off with it (she had left it on the car seat next to me as she had gone out of the car briefly), I tried to chase him as hard as I could. He was an African that could probably have given Usain Bolt a decent run and in his late 20s.

When my mother returned I was in tears that I had not caught him. And when my father arrived on the scene too, I told him (because it was important to me that he knew I had not just stood by) that I really had tried to catch him, and run as hard as I could but I just couldn’t keep up with him at all.

My dad, looked at me calmly and said: “You’re ten years old. What do you think you could have done even if you had caught him?”

The thought had never even entered my mind. My only fear had been that he would get away, which he did. The concept of what might have happened to me if I had caught him was never even a thing. And I know I would have fought, utterly ineffective, and possibly suicidal as it would have been.

Later in life I had several occasions to realise that right down to the level of my DNA, I would not respond in a cowardly fashion even to a life and death situation where I thought I was sure to die, especially if the protection of people I cared about was on the line. In fact, I even had occasion to discover that I might jump in front of danger even for perfect strangers, which frankly, today, is a worry, because I think that is likely my actual response at an instinctive level now.

But this is not about me. it’s about you. I am using myself as exhibit #1 only because it is irrefutable and real because I lived through those things, so I know with certainty that it is possible (not easy or likely, but possible) to change even really deep-seated aspects of yourself.

And the key to becoming a PC in life instead of an NPC lies there. In your ability to see a path, a way of being, something you want to achieve, or become, and then throwing yourself into that until you do or die.

Nor is it necessary for you to be a wild Ranger, or a weird Mystic. Go and be whatever it is you want to be, but keep in mind that generally, character traits like perseverance, courage, honesty, integrity, and so on, are hard-won, and not often innate.

Perhaps the one aspect that differentiates PCs from NPCs is curiosity.

I went for a short hike through the forest on our land with my 5 year old son recently. He followed instructions, spoke softly so as not to scare any animals we might get to see, and did not complain about me having forgotten to take any water or the occasional thorn poking him when we went past brambles. At every turn I asked him which path he wanted to take. The one that looked easier, safer and a little more boring (though I never expressed any of these descriptors to him) or the one that looked harder, more difficult and that may get us stuck in a place surrounded by brambles and have to head back. He invariably chose the harder path.

So much so that at one point we had to cross some brambles by walking on a log that had fallen over a sort of crevasse, while I had to cut some brambles out of the way with a little pen knife I had, while trying to not slip off the slimy log into a void of brambles below us. He took it in stride, waited as I cleared the way, and trusted me not to drop him when I picked him up and dropped him on the other side as I made my way slower once he was safe.

He is five but he’s not scared even though he sees the dangers. He thinks and acts to get around the dangers while still going where he wants, not where the forest or a more prudent father might wish to take him.

Perhaps Player Characters are born, not made, I am sure to some extent that is true. But I also think some Player Characters can definitely be made or at least improved by conscious effort.

Non-Player Characters on the other hand, will always be with us. Even if they will never count for much except as background foliage.

So, reader… What will you be? A zero-level human villager, or will you roll the dice and become a first level player character who will dare to go where only fools, the insane, and those with the explorer gene dare to tread?

RPGs are far more useful than anyone ever realised

As a teenager I was introduced to Dungeons and Dragons, then Gamma World, Traveller, Car Wars, Top Secret, Marvel Superheroes, DC Heros, Paranoia, Star Frontiers, GURPS, the Fighting Fantasy books, Runequest (that no one ever played because it was an exercise in audit accounting mostly). I also designed several games, only two of which were polished enough for publication, The Dirty Old West, and more recently, the far more complete and more useful Surviving the Current Zombie Apocalypse, which also has a starter module for those that have never played a pen and paper RPG and seem to think it is some kind of arcane skill in dark arts.

The reality however is that the hardest part of pen and paper RPGs in today’s day is that most teenagers and young people are:

* often barely literate enough to even be able to read the game and understand it properly.

* raised to think that anything in paper format can be better played or understood in video format or on a computer game, and finally,

* almost certainly do not even have a set of three or four friends that they can meet up with regularly at someone’s house taking over a table for hours at a time to play the game with.

A mixture of trying to ensure children are raised in single parent families and often with no siblings, kept away from other children other than in the mandated ways approved by your overlords, and the similar atomising of adult relations, particularly of parents with children, because they are forced to struggle daily just to keep food on the table in many cases, ensures that the likelihood of a small group of friends getting together to play such games os only seen on TV if they watch programs like Stranger Things and pay attention.

So those are the down sides. The barriers to entry if you will.

However, the benefits are countless. Let me list some of the most prominent:

* A sharp increase in reading comprehension, writing ability, math ability, and learning rules and adapting them dynamically to arising unforeseen situations.

* A DEFINITE increase in imagination ability. And please, please believe me that an active imagination rooted in an approximation of certain with certain rules to follow is a far, far, FAR more useful attribute to have than learning basic knowledge o formation that is almost invariably available at your fingertips today. Being able to conceptualise a situation, problem, or idea, and then conceiving of ways and means to respond, adapt, solve or overcome them is absolutely the best brain exercise you can give a mind. It trains you to think. To find solutions. To never assume there is only one or two ways to solve a problem or situation. To think, quite literally, outside the box.

Over the last few years I tried to introduce RPGs to a few Zoomers and I was astonished at the fact that my 10 year old daughter was a better role player than they were. They seemed to be totally unable to even imagine the scenarios presented to them, while my daughter was adding contextually humorous things her character was doing, which made perfect sense from the game world perspective but were funny from our bird’s eye view of events.

The Zoomers could barely remember they had weapons to fight off the monsters they came across.

It is clear that for young people today, to play a pen and paper RPG would likely require a certain effort of will that most do not have, however, such perseverance would absolutely pay off in the long term. I can absolutely attest to the fact that playing such games made me practically better at real life situations in many more contexts that one might guess.

Ultimately, the point is that only a few will take the time and effort to learn to become players. Because after all, in all the worlds, almost all the people in them, are NPCs.

Life Imitates Art

It is not new for me to write some fiction that later gets revealed to be a lot closer to fact than anyone, including me, had ever thought.

It is also the case that my non-fiction, tends to both be correct as well as ahead of the current paradigm of how reality operates by several decades.

This has been consistently true in really all of my published books, starting with the Face on Mars, which predicted realities about Mars and its magnetosphere as well as many other aspects of the Face and related “City” that have now essentially been proven true even if the level of “noise” from NASA and other current events has had the tendency of sweeping most of these facts under the conscious threshold of most people.

This makes it so that The Face on Mars remains absolutely relevant today and still explains more about human history, what happened on Mars (with factual, empirical evidence, not some woo-woo opinion) antigravity technology, and its origins and consequences than any single volume work ever written to date. And despite one of it central concepts being plagiarised by journalists like Graham Hancock, they still get the baseline history and its rather obvious deductive conclusions wrong, mostly because they have their own egos and pet opinions to overcome. A problem I don’t suffer from since I am merely genuinely interested in the facts, wherever they may lead me.

My personal opinions or imagined flights of fancy I put in my fiction work, as I did over a period of almost 30 years in my fiction omnibus of three books collated in one: Nazi Moon.

And as it turns out, a lot of the fiction in that story, certainly as relates to the technology, but also as it relates to human history to some extent, has outperformed my wildest expectations, since many of the things I thought I was simply “exaggerating” for cinematic effect, in fact prove to be a lot closer to already existing technology than I was aware of at the time of writing.

This is not really all that surprising, because if you are interested in physics, astronomy, space-flight technology, and so on, as you discover some of the enormous lies we have been fed and discover the truer aspects of certain concepts and technologies —and then you find geological and astronomical evidence that fits perfectly with the discovery and the theory you might have pieced together— then, any speculative projections you might make in order to write related science fiction will likely have a logical projection and thread that is often going to fit reality. Even if that reality is hidden or unknown to you when you come up with it.

What I did not expect was that I was spot on even with my most recent fiction, (In the Shadow of Monte Castello) which is what I would call mostly fantasy. That is, the “science” part of my Inferos Vortex series is pure “handwavium”.

Or so I thought.

As it turns out, my absolute fancy guess at the “real” purpose of CERN, turns out to… well… actually be the real purpose of CERN.

At this point I really don’t know what to say, other than load up on silver, small forges, and get thee to a Sede priest right away for baptism and bottles of Holy Water!

And yes, I promise the Inferos Vortex Series is going to be very quick. Book 2 will be out this month, and we’ll see if I do a book 3 or more, but if I do I promise they will be fast on each other’s tails unlike my Overlords of Mars (Nazi Moon) series which took me years to do.

I can say this with some confidence because I wrote book 1 – In the Shadow of Monte Castello in a little over a week. That’s because I wrote it mostly as a divertimento thinking about the opening scene as I was walking on the fields of my property late at night. When I decided to put it down, the rest followed completely naturally and amusingly. I genuinely had a lot of fun writing it. And the same goes for book 2, which is already 80% done despite the last month having been extremely difficult time-wise, and the book being considerably longer than the first one. I will definitely get book 2 out in the next couple of weeks or so and then we will see if it warrants a book 3. Which I have no idea about yet, as I rarely know how things will go until I see where the story goes myself.

What?! You think I control all aspects of what the characters in my story get up to?!? Those guys all have minds of their own. They’d run off the pages and roam the world free if I didn’t keep them inside the computer on my desk!

PS: all links above are to Amazon versions for paper copies only, but a few books are only available in E-Book format only and all E-books are available cheaper and only directly from my E-book store here.

Tabletop Pen and Paper RPGs

Gather your lonely eyes to your bright screen, young-one. Read in your solitary life, how we of the old world used to roam the lands without cell phones or any other means of communicating at a distance, and engaged in rituals you know nothing about.

You associate the acronym RPG with computer generated games you play by yourself, on a screen, perhaps at best talking over the internet with a few other strangers. Political correctness now being s draconian that the mere calling of another player a “faggot” will get you banned from the server in many cases. You have been robbed of your history, because it is always year zero in your dystopian world, and as you stuff more carcinogen-laced, nutrient-free, soy-based, fat-free, but lard-inducing pretend-food into your sickly, inflamed body, you are unaware of the origins of RPGs: Role-Playing Games.

They started all long, long, ago, in a land far, far away. And the grandfather of them all was Dungeons & Dragons. Back then, personal computers did not really exist yet, these were the early 1980s, and neither did mobile telephones. I first heard of these games as if they were some sort of illegal thing that only one kid that was year older than my friend and I had, and that you could not use alone. Nevertheless we went to his home and asked if we could take part, and he said yes.

So we gathered in his lounge, about 5 or six of us, my friend, my brother, the boy we had gone to who owned the books, and a couple of other guys, neither of whom we had met before. We were told to roll some six-sided dice in order to create the “stats” the attributes our characters would have. But even before we did this, we marvelled at the gems before us, because along with normal dice we had all seen before, were a bunch of see-through dice inscribed with numbers, but they were unusually shaped and looked like nothing we had ever seen before.

A tiny three-sided pyramid was a D-Four, a four-sided dice! A dodecahedron shaped one with pentagonal faces was a twelve-sided dice, a pointed one onto ends was a D-8 and there were a pair of D-10s of different colours, which when rolled together could generate a D-100; one die being the tens, and the other the units. And then of course, the one die that ruled them all: The D-Twenty. Where a result of 1 was a critical failure, and a result of 20 a critical success. And if you rolled two twenties in a row you then got to roll on the special critical success table with a D-100 and some of the results were awesome, like a decapitation of the master you were fighting instantly.

You needed to calculate what your armour class was, and depending on that, you would be more or less difficult to hit by the monsters, the referee, who presented the scenario and acted for all the monsters and NPCs (non-player characters) would recount the story and present you with situations the group had to deal with. The various classes were fighters, which could also have sub-classes like knights, paladins, and Rangers, and later, also the evil Anti-Paladin, you could be a magic user, who were weak and could not wear armour nor wield anything other than a staff or a dagger or maybe one other weak weapon, but if they survived long enough would eventually gain powerful spells like invisibility and fireball and so on, or be a cleric who could wear armour and use quite decent weapons, as well as cast spells granted to them by their deities, that were usually of a healing nature. No one wanted to be a druid because aside the no armour they also had crappy nature-spells and no one wanted to be a bard, because who wants to be some long-haired prancing faggot in tights who plays a banjo and sings when you could wield a bastard sword, be an expert dagger thrower and wear chain mail and a +2 shield that was also +4 protection versus Dragon breath? Thieves and assassins were untrustworthy but sometimes needed and Rangers were the coolest of all, because we had all read the Lord of the Rings. Paladins were supposed to be cool, but really were seen by most of us as real puritanical pains in the ass that wouldn’t let you flirt with the hot princess you just rescued before you delivered her, a bit disheveled, back to the king; though we did all take exception to the dwarf raping her dead body when the rescue didn’t go as well, and without even discussing it, every player attacked the now naked dwarf while he was molesting the corpse of the princess.

Yes, such were the things that sometimes happened between surviving pit traps and many other types of traps once that infamous book to traps came out, or the new monsters that were in the fiend folio and so on.

Then Traveller came out and now your character could die while you were generating him, even before he had started playing at all. If he did survive, he then had to contend with aliens, space pirates, crappy laser guns that needed a backpack if you were not from a high enough tech level, faulty hyperspace drives that would deposit you into unchartered space with no way back, leaky space suits, absolutely deadly space battles that would wreck your space-ship, and imperial customs searches that would tend to end up with your crew becoming fugitives or prisoners on some god-forsaken asteroid mining radioactive isotopes while you tried to find a way to escape.

And after that Top Secret was out, and you tried your best to take part in some secret agent stuff, though in our case that usually resulted in massive mayhem in downtown LA or whatever city we were supposed to be in, with police sirens, the military and the mafia all having running gun battles with disgustingly high civilian body counts, through shopping centres. Unless we were playing out The Thing in Antarctica with a few twists.

Some of us even played Killer, the very first Live Action Role Playing Game, that’s right, the real LARP. This was a game where each player got a dossier at random, which would be his or her “target” they would have to assassinate, and you could do this by say taping a little note to the bottom of their cup in school that said “poison” and if they drank from it without noticing the note, they were then “dead”. None of us had phones with cameras because they didn’t exist, but if you could take an actual photograph of them and have it developed, and you put a cross-hair which had to be strictly in the middle of the picture both vertically and horizontally, and the cross was on a vital area of the body, then you had successfully “sniped” them. Or you could shoot them with a water pistol and so on. Of course, doing this during class times could easily get you detention, but that just added a certain “frisson” to the game.

The point is that when you played these games, sometimes for days with little sleep between at your friends homes or your own home, especially during the school holidays, you would come across, or invent, scenarios that were sometimes frustrating, but more often than not hilarious, fun and which would make you all laugh. The action all took place in each other’s imaginations, and today when I tried to play such games with people in their twenties even, very often I could see the atrophied brain cells struggling to image the scenes described to them. They would draw a weapon and fire it in the middle of a shopping mall like some kind of psychopath, without any thought of realism. Our running gun battles in downtown San Francisco were the culmination of large bank robberies gone disastrously bad, they weren’t how we started out when some NPC questioned us!

You can see the lack of interest or curiosity when you describe a zombie attacking them or a dragon poking its head out of a cave. They don’t even ask if it’s fast or slow zombies. No curiosity about how decomposed and mechanically viable the zombies are (because it matters, is it a realistic zombie, or is it more a magical type of zombie?) No question about the colour of the dragon’s head (red ones breathe fire, but black ones acid, and so on). It’s sad really.

But aside the laughter and friendship, which are both very important, you learnt so many other things, how to have some kind of team-work going, how to figure out ways to solve problems, and have a ‘there must be a way” attitude no matter what the problem facing you was. We got so good at this that my brother and I even derailed official adventure models that had been professionally produced to result in the players ending up arrested and captured because the fight they faced would otherwise be too impossible to win. Except, using the pre-generated characters from those same modules, so without any special or indeed any change to them, we would defeat the small army of enemies placed against us.

That attitude, with the camaraderie has actually served us all well in real life. When some intractable problem comes up on the farm, my first thought is not “Aw, I need to purchase something, or get a professional here, or…” My first thought is “right, there has to be a way around this”. It’s just instinctive. And sure, maybe some of it comes from growing up in Africa and being a hunter from young age, or in the case of my friend who helped e adapt a part of the tractor, it was because as a farmer’s son, with little money, he too had to invent his own entertainment and make his own go-carts, and little weird wooden toys, not to mention small but functional bombs using fire-crackers and match-heads.

But the point is that your being glued to that phone or PC or TV, and not interacting with other humans in real life of more or less your own age, regardless of if you are 13 or 23 or 33, or even, sadly, 43, is just not good for you. It really isn’t.

And I have no way of making you experience the reality of what I am telling you other than writing it here, far away from you, so you can read it, alone, on your little screen, far away from me, but please believe me, it’s worth doing. it’s worth the embarrassing, scary idea of asking a couple of your friends if they want to try playing a few games to see if it’s fine enough.

And you need to convince them to stick with it for a few games because none of you know how to do it and you may be so socially awkward at first you will be too shy to play properly and spell out well how your characters act, or if you are the referee you will be scared to sound foolish when you describe a weird scenario. But that’s all part of it. And trust me, it doesn’t make you a nerd to play such games with a few friends. Just ask Vin Diesel. Or me, or the friends I had growing up. In fact, if anything, exercising our imaginations made us better at talking to people, coming up with funny things to say on the spur of the moment, or realise that man, as anxious as you might be, if you don’t get off your ass and go ask that pretty girl if she’ll go out with you, nothing is gonna happen, so you do get up and you do go and ask. And usually they turn out to say yes, but even if they say no… ah well… in real life you would have faced off against a red dragon, and probably got your face melted off you even if you survived; so what’s a little rejection. Eh. There are plenty of prettier girls to ask out for coffee. Or maybe she’ll change her mind if you quickly change tack and say: “Oh good! Phew! You’re really pretty, but I can’t STAND coffee drinkers. Awful people. I’m glad we got that out of the way, so, how about a tea instead? glass of water? Sparkling maybe? What’s that? with a slice of lemon? Still no, how about a fruit juice, because I’d really rather not involve any alcohol in our first date, I mean, sorry, but I just want to be safe, girls who make me drink alcohol invariably want to take advantage of me and I just can’t even!” She might still say no, but she’s almost guaranteed to smile a little, and if she really doesn’t, and still says no, and maybe is even rude about it… hey, at least you uncovered her true nature and made your saving through against illusion/charm spell that her appearance was trying to foster on you. Good riddance!

Anyway, you don’t HAVE to play in the flesh, pen and paper role-playing games with real people, and no one can make you, but I really, truly, hope you do. You really don’t know what you are missing out on if you don’t.

And yes I will recommend the game I created, and the ready made adventure module for it in case you are not sure where to start, because it’s funny, easy to learn on and still relatively “realistic” and you can use it to play almost any kind of scenario, and you would benefit from my years of playing RPGs in it because the design of it is both simple yet can be as nuanced or complex as you are comfortable with if you want to get a bit deeper with it. And you can get the digital version then in the best old-style tradition, print the PDF at home, or pay a bit more and get the full colour paperback from Amazon (link to the Amazon version is in the description at the links above). But you don’t have to play this game specifically. I just hope you play one, Any one.

The Solution

If you have seen the last two posts before this one, and if you have eyes and ears and a couple of neurones that still fire regularly within your skull, you may have noticed, especially over the last four years, the relentless descent of life in general on planet Earth, towards a dystopic horror show that would make living under the Nazi rule at its height seem like a breath of fresh and freedom-filled air.

Especially since we are only at the beginning. Digital cash, travel restrictions, higher taxes, new regulations preventing you from growing your own food, having your own water and driving your own vehicles are all on the way. Chemtrails poisoning everything under the sun, foodstuffs and animals laced with mRNA “vaxxes” whether you want to take them or not, 5G and related EM weaponry in every lamppost to activate illegal military grade radiation that can be pinpointed to you specifically if need be and so on, might give you a depressing sense that there is no way out and no escape.

Well, I want to point you to three things that counter that very sensation which is PRECISELY what the puppet masters want you to feel. Because people that feel hopeless and beaten ARE hopeless and beaten. I have seen this in real life countless times and martial arts thousands of times, and martial arts is just a proxy, a training exercise for real life but even there, the man who does not know how to give up often wins. In life it is many times more obviously so. The guy who keeps at it when everyone else has given up invariably wins or dies trying. Most people are so scared of the “dies trying” part they never even start. The reality is that fear is ALWAYS an illusion. Even when there is a legitimate reason, or many, to be afraid, the conscious, reasoned approach to do it anyway is going to ALWAYS show you that the fear was in huge part a lie.

You will not know or have any experience of this if you have never faced fearful situations in life, and sadly, most humans in the West today have had such easy lives they have never done so. Well, time to start. That piece of information about fear always being an illusion on some level? That was a bonus, free point. Here are the other three:

1. It is not universal.

There are still people, even entire governments, resisting this nonsense. And from places that had one of the highest criminalities in the world. Among the chaos can come the unexpected. All it takes is one or a few men with courage. I have featured a video by this man before. Even better than this one. He is the president of El Salvador. Here he is telling every single member of his government that they will be investigated for corruption and jailed if found guilty.

And it’s not just words with this guy. He jailed thousands of gang members using the army, in huge jails and when the gangs threatened to attack the normal citizens in retaliation he came on national television and told the whole nation if any citizens were harmed the thousands of thugs in jail would not receive any food or drink. “Not one grain of rice,” he said.

Here are a few images from the Salvadorian prisons:

It’s head down and run, bitch. You do what you’re told or there will not be the gap of a second between your thought of rebellion and a truncheon cracking your forcibly shaved head. What clothes? It’s hot in El Salvador. A pair of shorts is all you need.

So, keep that in mind. And keep in mind how to get there. What the conditions are and were.

Before this El Salvador was a complete gangster’s playpen. People were murdered, raped and terrorised daily. In other words, everyone had to be so sick and tired of it all, that they would pretty much start risking their life to end this situation. And you need to recognise two things about that:

1. You need to appreciate just how bad things need to get before your neighbours, or worse, you, decide to act towards making a better nation of your country.

2. That same fear and desperation is going to be used against you to get you to agree to ever more dystopian and tyrannical systems of control. Precisely so that you do NOT organise yourself and become the next president of El Salvador wherever you are (which usually means just mayor of the town you are in).

And then you need to realise a third thing.

In order to be able to lead people out of the sewer, you have to provide them with alternatives. Viable ones. Ones that have a future.

2. The Elite and their puppet masters are few and scared

They still rule over us and “cut our mikes off” with censorship and fear at every turn, but there are a few fighting the good fight. Support people like MEP Christine Anderson who unashamedly and forthrightly has been vociferously telling the truth about Covid and its masters in the EU parliament from the start.

Listen to this when she exposes Von der Leyen for massive corruption, and look at the reaction, not just of fear, but of the votes at the end.

“We must show Von der Leyen the red card; she is now being investigated by the public prosecutor’s office for corruption…. Von der Leyen negotiated a 35 billion euro vaccine contract with the CEO of Pfizer via SMS text messages.”

And look at the vote:

Of 316 of them, 248 are for certain, confirmed parasites, there is no doubt of that. 7 of them are too scared to express an opinion either way, but a whole 61 are prepared to go against the puppet in charge. That’s almost 20% and although many of those votes will be for political manoeuvring reasons and not have anything to do with justice or truth, it’s still a healthy sign that even if only for political make-believe, the bastards that were most responsible for the biggest mass-murder in history may yet end up at least in jail, and if governments actually return to be in any way reflective of their national interests, they may well even end up receiving capital punishment, as the vast majority of normal people have always known that the death penalty does work as deterrent, as well as a cleanser of the genetic pool. Which is why there is almost no crime at all in places like Singapore.

The point here is that while small, somewhat fractured and a little hard to support, there already ARE people you can help get into power to change things. Is it enough? No. Nowhere near. Should YOU start to do something to lead people in your own community, even if you have no wish to lead? Absolutely, yes. In fact, especially if you would rather be left alone, you are precisely the kind of guy that needs to get in power. It doesn’t matter where, it could be the local PTA, the deputy mayor in a little village, whatever. Make the effort. Meet people. Help them see things clearer. Start.

3. It starts with people.

Seeing the evil scum get away with things makes one want to join the rebel alliance, the wolverines, and so on. But there is no need for any violent revolution. At least not yet, and maybe there never will be a need for it, as things have tipping points and the puppets may be swept away in a tide of populist revolution that may even be mostly peaceful. It may be 2020 BLM in the USA’s version of “mostly peaceful” protests or not, but the lower rungs of power can be cleansed this way. It’s the chief parasites at the top that are very difficult to remove, but that is a topic for another post.

What is needed is an alternative, and in order to really create one, you need to disengage entirely from the entire system. This means ultimately disengage from the financial system. If you have your own water, power, and food, all that is left for them to come after you is violence, and it would be started by them, giving you legitimacy of response even in the popular mind.

So learn and organise how to purchase land and work it. It’s hard, it uses up all your time and energy and then some, but as you begin to make a community of it, it gets easier and as it grows you need less and less from the beast/slavery system we all operate under. If you manage to get yourself power without the grid in sufficient quantities to run your home and tools, and have sufficient clean water and can produce your own food, the only thing left is petrol and fuel to run farm machinery. And if you have a community, one tractor goes a long way among friends.

More importantly, working the Earth creates human connections unlike any you ever had before. I created the pen and paper RPG Surviving the Current Zombie Apocalypse in order to give young men an easy introduction into sitting around a table with a few friends face to face instead of behind computer screens, because with a few hours of practice you can interact in the flesh, sharing your imaginations and laughing a great deal, while you don’t even realise you are solving problems that may well help you later in life. That is a soft entry into the reality of human contact and camaraderie. If you want the fast forward version, start farming the land and getting to know your farming neighbours. No man that works the land is an island, nor can he be. You will regain a sense of humanity that you have never experienced before unless you are in fact from a farming family. The benefit of your specific culture, religion, ethnicity suddenly becomes obvious. You begin to understand why people from “diverse” backgrounds cannot live in harmony unless the diverse percentage is a tiny one indeed that knows it is a guest and acts like it. And I apply that to myself too. I am a Venetian in a land that is Not my own. They are Romagnoli, and probably a better people than mine. They are friendlier, more generous, kinder. Venetians are known to be brusquer, curiouser, more confrontational, suspicious, and generally ornery and unfriendly. And about as territorial as badgers, with a similar temperament towards invaders. But we have our reasons. We have travelled and dealt with the world you see. Nevertheless, as I am not in my land here, while retaining all my Venetian characteristics, I do my best to be a good neighbour and friend and treat everyone politely until they give me reason not to, which so far has not yet presented itself, somewhat to my amazement and incredulity. Because that is what rural farmland is like pretty much everywhere on Earth. The language and culture may vary, but I am fairly sure that although I would personally be far less comfortable as one, I could probably get along with my Afghani goat farmer neighbours in Afghanistan, if I were to move there and become a goat farmer. And they probably would treat me well and kindly despite me being a kaffir with a heretic religion as far as they are concerned. The moment I import 50,000 of my people there however… well… one can hardly blame them if they decided I was suddenly persona non grata.

The point is you need to prepare yourself AND your people. Just as a farmer prepares the soil for planting, you too need to start. And though it may be late, there is still time. Begin. Either get your own place, hustle to do so, however small, or join forces and get one with other people (and use contracts, don’t be stupid) or help a guy who already is doing so by joining his community.

Potentially the land I have could feed several families living nearby who might not own any land at all, but they can help by providing their time, resources and labour. That is what a community is about and for.

So prepare yourself and others to become entirely independent of the beast system. That also opens you up to another good thing. Big families. If you can feed and house all of them, as well as raise them yourself because you are at home all day on your little piece of land, you can have plenty of children. And they can be raised with truth in their life instead of the lies you and I were fed from childhood.

So do not be black-pilled. Be excited about the great adventure before us all, wherever you may be starting from.

God smiles upon those who exert themselves in the right way. May God smile on you, reader.

Vampire Hunter Kits

Supposedly from the 19th century. I have no idea if they are real or fake, but I’d like to think they are very real… and were needed!

I mean… God knows if this is all you had for the next Davos gathering, you would be woefully under-armed.

An update on WWIII

As regulars here will know, WWIII fatigue is a thing and the remedy is to simply do the things I keep mentioning on this blog, as well as the linked to post above.

Nevertheless it’s always good to know what is about to happen around you, so an occasional review of the situation is worth doing.

Cocaine Clown and Ukraine are done. It doesn’t matter how much laundering money or cocaine mountains the West sends to Ukraine, Russia has absolutely depleted Ukraine of every armament and even more importantly of fighting men. some 500k escaped the country before the war, and about 100k are reportedly AWOL. So the front line is basically going to be a ghost town soon and the weapons the West is sending are getting trashed by the Russians who are years ahead with electronic warfare tech.

We are fast approaching a point where Russia taking its time and letting the USA and Europe self-rain their very economies and military hardware will have reached peak efficiency. If NATO is allowed to survive in some fashion, then they will eventually re-arm and come at Russia again. The extremely patient way in which Russia (and China) are prosecuting their war efforts is strategically extremely sound. Their hope must be that with impending, or even actual economic collapse, the parasites running the USA and by extension NATO, will have all their control structures begin to disintegrate. Taking Italy or Greece, or Spain as examples, as the people become further pissed off and more violent immigrants are important, eventually, something will give. Riots, breakdown of civil society and the formation of separatist movements, in short, what the Americans have tried to produce from Egypt to Kazakhstan and are currently trying in Moldavia, Romania and other places, will begin to happen in reverse, but probably without any or much of a push from foreign powers. People are really starting to have enough now. And when that dam breaks, it is very likely that “Yankee go home” will become a slogan again throughout Europe.

Historically Italy has never had an issue with Russia. But Italy has some 150 Yankee military bases on our territory and our political class are all appendages of Biden’s impending colostomy bag. But daily assaults on women and a few on minor girls too are starting to get the people riled up. As are the continually rising food prices. Unfortunately, there is still a rather latent fear in the people, mostly driven by the women of this country who have nevertheless been a little more resistant to the generic feminism fostered on the Anglos, but in this case, while many Anglo women are starting to realise that feminism has absolutely wrecked women’s lives far more than any possible patriarchy ever did, the eye-ties women are still stuck on something agin to second-wave feminism. The shift to third wave rabid and fourth wave utterly insane feminism/transgender/globohomo -ism is a step too far though and one can begin to see the confusion in their eyes. Some double-down while rejecting the more insane aspects. Others begin to realise that if they want out of the nightmare they need a man with his own set of balls and prepared to fight for his family, and when they look around and see the mostly emasculated fields of metrosexuals they helped create, they begin to despair.

I was talking to a colleague a few days ago, and he told me how in his work, all the reliable people are over 50. GenX are the only ones that are still capable of producing excellent work on time and in budget, and who will go the extra mile late at night when needed. I find that some of the Anglo boomers are actually very reliable for their age and can be counted on, but I tend to agree that overall the millennials have always been mostly useless, and the zoomers are the hope, but I am not sure on their numbers yet. Some are full blown zealots that make one proud and I certainly have met several of those and they are loyal and helpful as well as reliable, so my hope is with them. The lazy or weaker ones I think mostly just lack a teacher. It brings back the memory of a post I wrote several years ago to a friend, who has since passed away (God rest your soul Ian), who lamented the lack of leaders. I explained then that it was not that GenX wasn’t capable. It was that we are a small cohort of survivors who are still not in power in any meaningful way. Zoomers who are willing to listen to GenXers who still have a fire burning inside, can gain a lot from such interactions. And given the emails I get, perhaps I should put together a short book in the spirit of St. Bernard, a kind of small guidebook to navigating globohomo as a man in the wastelands.

A survival guide of sorts for our times. I did a humorous version of this with the RPG, but a more serious work might be in order. Let me know what you think of it.

But I digress. The fact is if Russia does not secure its position, the parasites running the USA (and by extension NATO) will eventually attack again. Europe needs a Pax Russiana. And this cannot happen while Europe is littered with American military bases. So the economy of Europe and the USA needs to collapse first. the chaos that ensues will allow for a very small period during which a certain level of independence can be achieved by various European nations or even forming of new ones. I for one have not yet given up on the idea of having a proper resurgence of the Most Serene Republic of Venice.

Russia invading Europe militarily is not viable, reasonable or tenable, so that will not happen, but the puppet-masters of the USA and NATO know that if they do not drag Russia into a perennial war, they are doomed.

So what to do? I think they will try their damnedest to have European boots on the ground in Ukraine. But I don’t think the actual soldiers will go for it. And this begins to threaten things like military coups. Not really, because the higher ups in the military are all well-selected for arse-licking and boot kissing, but all it takes is a popular captain or colonel and things can change rapidly. Also, at least in Italy, the chances of one Italian soldier shooting on another Italian soldier are close to nil in the greater scheme of things.

So, if you are in Europe, prepare for very harsh economic realities, and concomitant rise in crime of all kinds. If you survive this period, which can last several years, your nation state may have changed considerably.

Any politician that wants to survive will have to make a calculated risk on where and when to “flip” and the first order of business will have to be to stop and indeed reverse immigration of illegals with absolute enforcement and not mere words. Whoever does that will have the popular vote even if they wanted to hang him from a lamppost a week earlier.

The difficulty of that will be to survive the economic backlash. But the reality is that if a politician did that and asked for it, he would get economic help from Russia, China and Iran, almost immediately I think. The main issue with such a move is timing, and being able to survive the personal media onslaught, which would be relentless and possibly also the kind of “accident” that happens to inconvenient people. That said, I believe there are ways that an astute survivor could go about this. primarily by canvassing quietly among the armed forces as to who is willing to support him, because as we have seen by now, words mean nothing when compared to force.

So, we are definitely about to enter interesting times even if we don’t have another bio-engineered pandemic, activation of all the injected zombies by 5G capable lamp-posts and possible fake alien invasions.

Stock up on foodstuff and ammunition boys and girls, it’s going to be a wild ride.

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