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I had a very awesome Sunday morning. Mostly because I worked late Saturday and then the wife and two eldest girls (and the baby boy) decided to have a girl’s night in one of the chalets, playing monopoly, doing face masks on each other and sleeping there.

That left me, the eldest boy and his two younger sisters alone, and I did the responsible father thing: we watched a whole series of Yellowstone, and they ate pizza, ice lollies, biscuits and oranges until they collapsed asleep on the couch or the play mattress we keep in the lounge.

It was awesome. The little blonde, blue-eyed two year old laughing her head off as I tickled her, and hugging me and saying she loves me, and the other two doing the same; each in their own way. The four year old stayed up past sunrise with me, which we watched together.

Our children are objectively very beautiful, and seeing her smile and talk to me just one on one after the other two had passed out was very sweet.

Her: Daddy, why is the sky red?

Me: Cause it’s sunrise my darling. Ever seen the sun come up?

Her: shakes her head no

Me: Come on then. Let’s go see it from outside the kitchen so you can see how pretty it is.

Her: Were you going to say “cool”?

Me: What? No. I meant to say pretty.

Her: Oh. I just didn’t think you’d use that word.

Me: I say it all the time. That you’re pretty.

Her: I know.

I knew what she meant too. She no doubt has this idea her father is too hard or something like it to say something is “pretty”. And it’s sad if she grows up thinking that. But I doubt she will. Because as of today she has started to see another side of me. The side that is really the one that counts and that I count.

Later she drew every one of us.

I love her pictures.

Dad

Mom – she said this is mom dancing “because of the legs”

Eldest sister – with earrings

Next eldest sister. Also with earrings.

Brother. He gets a name too.

Self-portrait.

Younger sister – note the saluting hand… as I said this little poster child for Aryanisn also has the attitude to go with it. And all there from the start. It’s not like we teach them to be little tyrants, after all.

Baby brother.

Grandma

Honestly, there is absolutely nothing that compares to hear your children laugh and spontaneously tell you they love you as you play with them.

Everything else is just salad dressing. And mostly of that French, crappy, store bought variety.

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I don’t have much time to read Substacks.

In fact I am behind about a week on the fitness post (because even when I fail, I fail properly, dammit!) but substack is one I find myself reading more regularly.

And this particular one is good too , so enjoy it. But one thing she said in it sparked a whole other aspect of life for me:

Lesson Two: Your gut trumps manners

Few lines have stuck with me as violently as the last lines of Speak No Evil:

Bjorn: Why are you doing this?

Patrick: Because you let me.

There is a step before that as a man. I mean the step before you become rude for the purpose of safety.

And it’s you become rude immediately as soon as someone disrespects you.

I have often been thought of as unreasonably and at times aggressively rude. But it’s not the actual case. The reality is the world is full of rude, stupid, and ignorant assholes. And it’s become that way because weak, lilly-livered cowards allowed it to become so.

And I don’t mean the overt rudeness. Sometimes that’s just downright funny. Or partially understandable. Maybe the guy just had a bad day. I mean the more subtle passive aggressive, metrosexual-effemminate, plausible deniability type of underhanded shitty behaviour designed to ruin your mood.

Well, fucker, try that shit at me and I will spoil your whole fucking day. Right in your face. Or in any case escalate the rudeness myself in the same way to a degree you will not like.

Serve me the drink, cold, late, and with a scowl? Well, fuck you, you’ll make it again cause this one is cold. And then again cause you put just too much coffee in my cappuccino. And maybe the third time just as you’re bringing it over I don’t see you and you end up wearing it. So sorry.

And guess what.

Very few people actually take it any further. And of course, if they want to try, well, go on.

See, I’m not worried about vampires. Cause the Jehova’s witnesses that tried to enter my property to peddle their heresy by trying to make small talk first were met with a solid:

“What do you want and who are you?”

And when they tried to brush that off by commenting on the nice property it became shorter and harsher:

“What do you want?”

They didn’t finish the third word of their answer before being told: “Go. Go away.”

Which they did, swiftly. Maybe the fact I had an honest to God reaper style scythe in my hand helped, I don’t know, but the point is, while my wife or daughter might feel embarrassed by the rude husband and father they have, I felt perfectly at ease with telling them to leave and if I had any irritation it was only that telling them to fuck off would have upset my erroneously polite family members.

What on God’s Earth gives these cultish peddlers of misery and lies any right or justification for entering my plot of land uninvited? To my mind I would have been within my right to horsewhip them to get them out of my sight faster.

It’s not about being aggressive, or violent, or toxic. And it’s not about ego, or dick size, or whatever else the neutereds imagine.

It’s about a very simple thing.

Basic respect. In feudal Japan you could literally lose your head over being impolite to the wrong person. And guess what. It’s a pretty ordered and polite society, is it not?

Is it a sad reflection of humanity that the stick works far better, faster and more effectively than the carrot? Certainly.

But I didn’t make the rules. I just know what works to enforce them.

And so should all men who haven’t traded their testicles for a subscription to a VR headset with 3D porn 24/7. Or whatever y’all are doing out there on this gay Earth.

So that’s my positive thought for the day. You’re welcome.

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We had enough men in the stands of the current dystopia, things could be resolved really quickly and a sudden new horizon where none of the ongoing horrors are continued, because after putting all the pedovore globohomos heads on pikes and hunting down every last enabler and supporter they had, we could all revert to minding our own business.

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Look at this absolute vile piece of shit making up lies of a scale even a pathological liar on cocaine would be ashamed of.

It’s astonishing, how this absolute scum, who there is no doubt at all green flagged or possibly even created the whole absurd October 7th “attack” feels completely at ease just making shit up out of thin air.

It is this level of absolute inhuman psychopathy that makes the Talmudians difficult to recognise as the totally toxic, vile, inhuman parasites hellbent on killing the host that they are, as anyone who has read even just parts of the Talmud or Zohar can absolutely tell without a doubt.

But then, what do you expect from people who think raping 3 year olds and younger is perfectly fine and not a crime at all ?

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Promoted by a few friend and comments received almost immediately after publishing the last post, I decided to ask Arya two more questions:

I think the above and previous posts suffice to close the case. Proper Catholicism (i.e. 1958 Sedevacantism) is the only true and best religion.

I’ll await your baptisms en masse soon.

For your ease of use, you can find a proper Catholic priest to be baptised in the one true Christianity here .

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I got the email every Gab subscriber gets from Andrew today where he explained how Arya, Gab’s AI is built on The Truth (yes with capital T) as in, Gab’s AI supposedly deals in facts and objective truth, not subjective, want to please you replies as all the other AIs do.

So I decided to ask it only two questions.

I never used Arya before today, I did not train it, there were no previous or other questions. The two questions and two replies you see below are the entire and total data-set of any communication I ever had with Arya.

I’m glad that’s been settled then. I trust that Andrew and everyone else at Gab will be getting properly baptised and return to the one true faith right away then.

For a proper Catholic Church nearest you, please consult Luxvera.org , or an even more up to date database here at ecclesiam.world .

I hope and trust therefore that, after his imminent conversion to the true faith, Andrew will spread the word.

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You know your kids had a good day when you gave them a bath in the morning then had to give them another one in the afternoon, and then they needed another one in the late evening.

And you know you had a good day when you loved seeing them loving all the ways they got sweaty, dirty, and probably reduced most of their clothing into a permanently blended melange of grass, dirt, sand, ice-cream, and joy, which seems to always end up in pastel-beige “cammo”.

I never cared for cars, money for its own sake or fame, and God knows I dodged all of those things multiple times in order to retain my own sense of self, and now… now such things don’t even cross my mind as being in any way any kind of indication of actual success.

My kids needing three baths a day and my wife smiling happily about it too has no substitute.

You think Elon Musk is happier? With one trannified kid, and who knows how many other ugly skeletons in his closet, or Jeff Bezos? Pretending his plasticated new wife went to space? And I’m not even going to mention whatever vile things they may have had to do to get there.

Do you really think I’d trade places with any one of those shrivelled and miserable souls for even a second?

It would be absolute Hell.

So, no. I wouldn’t.

But the real question is: Would you?

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It continues to astonish me that anyone at all continues to care, pay any attention to, or really invest ANY time at all in political rhetoric.

By this point in time you have to be functionally retarded and a drooling moron variety of retard at that to not have realised that:

1. The fiat money out of thin air, created by the powerful Jews like Rothschilds that control the BIS (Bank of International Settlement) the Fed, etc, etc, etc. is a completely absurd situation and a fraud. Literally no different than if I said from now on only Monopoly money I print myself is valid tender and the entire world suddenly agrees with me and countries and people, live and die by my completely made up, valueless, and totally fabricated coloured paper. In fact I don’t even print it anymore. Now, I just keep a ledger of who has what, and spontaneously give a huge amount to those who obey me and keep the absurd system going.
2. Yes, it’s the Jews. No I don’t care if you think that makes me a “bad guy” or a “Nazi”. I am neither and I am also not responsible for you taking 10 minutes out of your day and looking at things like using a simple calculator to try to determine how many ovens you would need to cremate 6 million bodies, where the physical gas chambers are, why no single Jewish historian today even dares say 6 million was a real number, and also explain other things like the why in the Talmud according tot he Jews the Romans killed more Jews than there were people in the entire Middle East, say raping babies is perfectly fine, and other things like. killing and stealing from non-jews is perfectly fine but not to do it to other Jews. Nor is it for me to tell you to go find out precisely what kind of books the Nazis were burning? Or what actually led to the first and second world wars. Or who Antony Sutton is and what his three books on Hitler and Wall Street demonstrated irrefutably. Or the fact that Hitler did not die in his bunker, and on, and on, and on. Keep drinking the Kool Aid or wake up and admit reality. There is no third option.
3. You, and everyone else that is not “one of them” are expendable, at best. More likely a liability, or probably what they consider an active enemy and they would prefer you dead and your children on their menu.
4. Yes Satanic pedophiles and cannibals, that rape, kill, eat, organ traffick children are essentially the ones that run things. And yes it’s tied to the usual Talmudians and their long-standing verified practices of blood sacrifices, and murdering of children, which goes all the way back to Babylonian times and was in fact one of the reasons that the Romans salted the Earth after they destroyed Carthage. Because these are the same Baal and Moloch worshipping scum that have always been the enemy of mankind.
5. There is more. Like the copious evidence that all of these child eating sects were just different names of the same over-arching religion, headed by the main guy. The Top Serpent, the Prince of Lies, the Father of Murder, and all his other Legion names. And that the only religion that ever recognised this, fought it and for a short time did rather well and created magnificent Churches glorifying God, was the One, (and only) Holy, Apostolic, Catholic Church. And that that too has mostly collapsed as a result of infiltration since the 1700 with eventual almost total (but not actually total) collapse in 1958 when the Papacy was taken over by these impostors. And only a tiny (but valid and present) remnant remains, known toaday as the only actual Catholics left: 1958 Sedevacantists. But it doesn’t matter if you can’t or won’t see this rather more obscure yet 100% real point.1 The other four above it are completely irrefutable and suffice to make it clear that your continued ignoring of any one of them, never mind all four, makes you a retard of one sort or another.

Given the above, why, or what, it matters whether the short fat Trump or the tall “original” one , or a clown in a clown suit presents as the President of the USA today, is beyond me. Or what my own leader “Melons”, says about not letting refugees in before “elections”, and her saying she would be first to dive into the sea to help them come here after “elections” (if only!).

I mean, seriously, it’s a fucking circus. And no, they are not even giving you the bread, as the Romans at least did way back when, when keeping their citizenry doped up and retarded. Nor is it interesting or useful or relevant to reality.

Seriously: Who the fuck cares?

Unless you are actually in Gaza, or Ukraine, or in Yemen and probably soonish Iran/Syria and Taiwan. And/or there are now or may well be imminently, drones, bullets, sarin gas, and assassination attempts happening at you and your loved ones, why are you wasting a single second of energy on these fake and gay things and people?

Every ounce of time I have I am securing things for my family as best I can and trying to keep growing my little community of zealots to eventually become completely self-sufficient as a community and in time become a proper functioning town before achieving eventual independence. Will it happen overnight? No. Is it possible? Sure. If a bunch of already partially retarded Afrikaaners 2 can do it in 30 years, I figure I can too .

The question is: Why are YOU not doing it? Or joining someone who is?

Because only a few things make sense now:

1. Your need to become independent of fiat money.
   1. Which has the sub-consequence of meaning you need to become self-sufficient in respect of:
      1. Clean food
      2. Clean water
      3. Electric power
      4. Local Government regulation
      5. National Government regulation
2. All of 1 above therefore also means you absolutely need to be able to eventually defend your position, and this means:
   1. You need a community of people. The larger the better, but more importantly the more UNITED IN PURPOSE, the better, and select for this above numbers. History has demonstrated that as little as 300 determined men can stop 100,000.3
   2. That community needs to have the ability and the will to absolutely defend itself from the eventual assault that will come from those who want to keep you as their child-producing sex slave for their own sick purposes.

EVERYTHING else right now is just dancing on the Titanic deck.

Now, sure, you may die anyway, but here’s a couple of news flashes:

1. Everyone dies.
2. What else you got to do while you are still here that matters more?

Last but pivotal point

The Catholic Saint St. Bernard wrote a short book about Catholic Knight/warriors and their conduct. It’s fairly good, but it can be summed up by the simple Latin phrase:

Nec Spe, Nec Metu.

If you are a REAL Catholic, that is an actual Christian, as opposed to the 41,000 fake versions of them that Protestantism has created —as the product of the Satanic rebellion against God and Christ that it was and is— one that is willing to die rather than renounce Christ, then those words will be understood and known.

No Hope, No Fear.

A Catholic needs neither. We know God wins in the end. We know we may, and likely will, be tortured, murdered, killed and persecuted. That is why here on Earth, we are known as the Church Militant. 4 Therefore there is no need for “hope”. We have already won. And there is no need for fear, because as long as we remain faithful to our Lord and Saviour, after the purification of our unfortunately always flawed selves in Purgatory, we too, will join Him in the other Saints in Heaven.

You may think and imagine such a belief is absurd. I certainly did so for some 42 years or more of my life.

The event that changed that perspective happened on the 3rd of March 2013 at about 11pm. And I will never forget it. And yes it was a Road to Damascus moment, but not because of that does it mean you too need to have one. I have since met men that may have a lower IQ than me, but perhaps a more humble and honest approach to life than I had, or who have other qualities I lacked, who came to the same conclusion I did about God without the need for such a drastic event to take place in their lives.

I truly believe God gave me SO many opportunities to see the Truth, which I did not take up well, 5 that eventually, in His Infinite Mercy, He decided, “Ok, slap him upside the head, this idiot isn’t gonna wake up otherwise.”

You don’t have to be so pig-headed and skeptical as I was. For one, life is easier if you’re not. For another, being really a lot smarter than the average is not all it’s cracked up to be. The tendency to become self-sufficient to a degree that alienates you from most people is extremely powerful, and an instinct I am still trying to curb after 55 years on this planet. It may be somewhat inevitable for people that are +3 Standard Deviations (SD) or more from the norm (which is a distinct difference from people who are +1 or +2 SD from the norm), but that doesn’t make it the right thing for you or anyone else.

It really is quite possible to see the truth of Catholicism if you merely:

1. Rid yourself of the false beliefs about Catholicism that the Satanists have been not just teaching, but actively doing and pretending they are Catholics, since 1958 at the very least.
2. Rid yourself of the false beliefs and zeitgeist you have been brainwashed to absorb along with your mother’s milk from the perversion of history and facts that Protestantism has done for 500 years. And don’t take my word for it. Just read the works of a more honest Protestant than most.
3. Observe the Natural World and its powerful beauty despite the massive amounts of vulgar humanity crawling all over it like the pestilential rats that we are.

Conclusion

Don’t be a whiny, black-pilled, nihilistic bitch. Be happy and positive as you work your ass off to built, prepare, preserve, aggregate, teach and learn.

And for the love of God and all that is Holy and Good:

Please, fucking stop giving the remotest shit about politicians and their bullshit.

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I have been trying to share at least a tiny little bit of my mindset with the rest of humanity for decades. Mostly because the pettiness, weakness, rat-like, slimy, dishonest behaviour of most humans disgusts me. And while I know for a fact, as absolute as water being wet, that most humans are weak and pointless NPCs that will, out of unmitigated sloth , simply slide down whatever sewage hole is nearest them, there is also, the historical fact that only a small number of humans (mostly men) have turned absolutely impossible tides of weakness, idiocy and generic faggotry around.

Not always. Not every time, but more times than almost anyone is even remotely conscious of, a small number of absolutely committed men can and have changed the course of history. Sometimes one man alone is enough too.

Do some of them die trying? You bet. But not as many as you think. Nevertheless, the general attitude these men have is, indeed, “I will get there or die trying”. Not as a T-Shirt logo. Not as some bluster. Not even stated out loud. But as a real, absolutely certain belief.

If you have nothing in your life, and can’t even imagine anything in your life, for which you would climb over piles of corpses you made , then, buddy, you are an NPC.

Accept it and move on.

People that are willing and able to create piles of bodies are dangerous and not always good guys. In fact, the odds often are that such people are not exactly the most ethical and well-balanced individuals. Nevertheless, a core smaller number of them, ARE moral individuals with very firm principles. Such men are the genuine leaders of good armies, soldiers, warriors and men.

With regard to this hierarchy then, we basically only have a few classes of men.

Warrior-Kings – Practically extinct. A few possibly still existed around WWII. I am not currently aware of any that are alive beyond possibly Putin. A possible maybe, distant, potential candidate might also be the current president of Burkina Faso Ibrahim Traoré. Even if he turns out to be, he is a far cry from a Charlemagne.

Warriors without a cause – There are some men that constitutionally would be good warriors, but they have been so lied to, so deceived and they have seen such total lack of honour, courage or truth in any possible leader that they become the equivalent of lone wolves looking for (at best) easy prey. If a leader that can keep his word and not fear the attempts on his life that will inevitably soon follow, such men will follow him and be loyal. Without one they are at best random matches scattered on a wet pavement. Maybe one of them might, one day become a trigger or tipping point, but alone and atomised from a direct network of similar men, he is effectively mostly neutered.

Warriors with a cause – These guys are focused, know what they want, and are already going after it. Essentially they are becoming the Warrior-Kings internally that the future requires. As far as I can tell, the most sensible strategy, for now, is to hole up and prepare. Get off grid and self-sufficient. Is it hard work? You bet. Maybe the hardest. No leader established, no one to help you, and only your will to keep you sane.

Genuine Potential Martyrs – This is an extremely small minority of people and at a minimum they need to be absolute zealots in their religious beliefs. This is also the only way they will or can achieve any change. For example: The Unabomber really did believe his ideas. So much so he was willing to kill and maim for them, but in the end he changed nothing. Regardless of whether you agree with his ideology or methods, the point is he could not affect the zeitgeist very much at all because he was a “one man religion”. Only the massive religions where giant zombie waves get re-directed to a specific agenda, (Islam, Hinduism, Protestantism) or the Satanic intentional ones (Judaism and to a lesser extent Islam, or Novus Ordo fake “Catholicism”) or the only one true religion that remains active and alive due to supernatural protection from our Lord (!958 Sedevacantist Actual Catholicism) can possibly matter here.

Fake “Martyrs” – These are essentially blowhard NPCs Eschewing all “violence” as bad. These ar not real martyrs who would offer themselves up in the place of innocents. these are the cowards who would quietly watch their children being raped to death because they are too chickenshit to do anything about it and they don’t want to risk being next/first/killed.

Everyone else – irrelevant NPCs. The only relevance these zombies have, is that —as Zombie hordes are known to do— they can become a zombie horde that steamrollers over anything good that might have been forming in their path if the structure (whatever it was) is not resilient enough, based in truth enough, or protected and defended properly enough, and most times, all three things at once and hardcore so, for zombie hordes, in their incessant sloth and stupidity are an almost infinite source of entropy.

So, where does that leave you?

Well, buddy-boy, it’s all up there in black and white. You’re either a warrior of some kind, a true martyr of some kind, or else you’re basically irrelevant other than incidentally and not by your own decision, will, or choice.

So either make a choice, or… keep looking to gnaw at some human brains as you stumble along going “grrr…rawr…” etcetera, I guess.

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Ah what the Hell.

I’m gonna vent a little in no particular order, because humanity is so full of morons that once in a while you gotta cold-shower all you monkeys.

• Donald Trump has revealed himself to be a Jew-butt puppet controlled by Net-a-yahoo who has his full fist right up there, even if Pumpy Trumpy blags like an out of control drama queen of his own accord. The latest being yet more empty Braggadocio about “Nuclear Subs near-er to Russia”. This was so weak-ass fake sauce that as Simplicius put it:

  Donald Trump claims to have parked nuclear subs closer to Russia after a tiff with fellow bronzer enthusiast Dmitry Medvedev. The Pentagon appeared to downplay his comments, replying they “defer” to his statements, which is a nice way of saying: “We didn’t move any subs, but let’s just give little Donnie his venting space.” Even war-hog John Bolton had to concede the move was a charade

  My own perspective of all this was put up years ago at the (mirrored OG Blog) and the only error I see is that I too underestimated just how patient that skinny Russian kid is. I always did make this sort of error in the timeline with Russians. They indeed have colder blood than we Venetian Dagos, but in the end… we do the same thing.

  And what would happen after that? Oh the school authorities would be appalled. Appalled and shocked! And then, they would make sure no bullying happens anymore. Because that skinny Russian kid? He has a skinny, humble looking father. But that father came to school, right after his son hospitalised fat tranny and a couple of his gay friends, and just walked into the principal’s office and said:

  “Hi. My name Ivan. I’m father of Vitaly…”

  “Ah yes, good, your son…”

  “No. Shut fuck up or I gut you with my fish knife *flick* (fish knife comes out). You listen very well now. My son. No more bullying of him. Or I come to your house, shoot your dog, fuck your fat wife, for which she would thank me, and THEN I gut you with my fish knife. You understand, fat fuck?”

  And the principal, in that moment knows Ivan is not kidding. He sees the fish knife brand too. It’s called Hypersonic Nuclear Option. Long for a brand name but it’s all neatly etched on the shining blade.

  In conclusion, Trump is the fat, Tranny, blowhard. And he isn’t going to come out looking good, because all he has is WORDS. And say it with me, you don’t go to a punch-up with a Russian with words. And soon the entire world will begin to see it’s all the usual bluster. A cultural trend that I am sorry to say my Yankee friends, but is 100% American. “We the best, ‘Murica fuck yeah!” And then when the shit hits the fan and anything even mildly resembling a fair fight comes along it’s puddles of liquid shit and helicopter and military planes getting the fuck out of dodge. America has literally had its ass kicked by third world goat rapists and rice enthusiasts in pretty much every conflict they ever entered. Despite pissing away, bribing and buying things and people for Trillions of dollars. And they still sexually abuse random brown guys in some CIA jail for fun essentially because most of those poor bastards really weren’t anything other than possibly the average goat-fucker. So yeah, sorry Americans, but “your” President is really Israel’s puppet and basically the school tranny blowhard.
• Gen Z is apparently worse than you think, and despite looking like a mid-potato faced NPC, the writer makes some decent points about the fact that Gen Z is a bunch of softies that are intimidated by a phone call, are lonely, so conflicted avoidant they are basically moss, and so on. All good points, then she completely shows her colours when at the very HINT that maybe, just maybe, you have to work your ass off for anything that matters, and suffer, and struggle, and that suffering and pain, and work is all good. It’s a NEEDED aspect of life, she fold like a cheap house of card build on quicksand.

  Polarization and class separation divide neighborhoods and entertainment spheres because our social identities matter, and so do our personal identities. Teenagers and twenty-somethings make and remake our personal identities through understanding the interaction of our minds, bodies, and souls and integrating them, experimenting until we find the better (and worse) versions of ourselves. But Gen Z lives in our minds because there isn’t a reason to be in our bodies. Generations ago moving our bodies was a part of our daily lives and now we’re lucky if we can convince ourselves to put the phone down and go to the gym to enforce an arbitrary amount of cardio and weightlifting. Not to mention that living in climate control means our bodies rarely have to do much to regulate our temperature, unless you’re a cold-plunge-and-sauna bro. The consequences of being disembodied, I’ve learned, are quite vast. We forget how to trust ourselves and unfamiliar sensations start to trigger anxiety. It’s hard to know and understand ourselves without understanding the limits of our bodies along with our consciousness. Because our bodies have limits, when we severed our connection to them we called it freedom.

  Our relationship to physical space has a lot to do with our bodies, but I also think about the way these generational shifts have bled into things as basic as our architecture. The en vogue house layout is “open concept.” There aren’t rooms demarcated for living, dining, or working. Partially because we’re fortunate if we can afford more than one room at this point, but also because many people use their kitchen as their dining room and their dining room as their office—which is great, use your home in whatever way works for you. But the lack of walls, allowing you to see and hear everything at once, with constant access to the TV, junk food, and conversation at the same time, reflects so much of our culture. Leisure, work, and entertainment all take place in the same spot.

  When I say Gen Z has had too much freedom and too little obligation to one another, I’m not advocating for conservatism or traditionalism. As I’ve written for ROL before , I myself am not the most traditional, and I advocate for tolerance, diversity, and political freedoms, but healthy societies also offer structure and guidance to young people. Any good parent knows this already. You can give a child a choice between what shirt to wear, but they must wear clothes. Similarly, any good artist, like Picasso, knows they must learn the rules before they can break them. Gen Z grew up in a secular wild west internet age, in a politically undignified and polarized Trump era, with open-concept living—without guidelines on how to be a good and effective human in the world.

  Gen Z increasingly doesn’t drink , drive , or have sex and older generations look befuddled: “Why wouldn’t they be itching to drive? Don’t they want freedom?” But we already have it. We don’t rebel because anything transgressive can already be done from the screen in our pockets. We didn’t fully understand then that billions of dollars had been poured into keeping us addicted to those transgressions across social platforms.

  I do believe the kids will be alright though. Many of us are trying to reconnect with ourselves.

  All good points, right? But then… this:

  Another promising trend is the recent resurgence of religion among Gen Z following years of decline, which I believe is linked to my generation recognizing our need for structure. Naturally, it makes sense to return to structures that have tapped into the human psyche for thousands of years. I’m not advocating for a return to Christianity—I’m an atheist heavily influenced by Buddhism—but to follow whichever scaffolding grounds you by providing built-in rules, rituals, and a moral community, which make the onslaught of daily life more tolerable.

  Now in fairness, almost NO humans at all get the point of religion. What she has here is not about religion. It’s about the most trendy social club.

SO LET ME EXPLAIN TO YOU WHAT RELIGION IS ABOUT AND LIKE

It’s about the Absolutes: Reality, Love, Justice, Beauty, Truth.

And for those things, you should absolutely be willing to die like a dog.

Depending on your soul you may also be willing to kill for it like a rabid dog. Or if not that way inclined, then die as a Holy Martyr.

Because religion is about the TRUTH.

And if you are not willing to stand your ground on what is true, then what is the point of ANY of it? You’re not even a person as far as I am concerned. You’re a leaf. Fallen off a tree, and going whichever way the wind blows.

Now, in fairness, SOME Gen Z I have met indeed have got this level of Zealotry. And that is good.

You should absolutely be a fanatic for absolute truths. Of course, you may have some wrong, so be open to reality smacking you in the face, but by and large, stick to your guns!

That girl also believes vaccines are a net good.

I get it. I used to think that too. Then I looked up the actual data on them. If they are so good why has there NEVER been a real clinical trial of any of them? I mean the ones we been injecting kids for 80 years or so, not the Covid fake, not-an-actual-vaccine DNA perverting gene “therapy” that is mRNA. And the fact that disease started to disappear when we introduced basic hygiene, before Any vaccine even existed.

• The various wars are retarded for retards. Unless you are actively in the war zones, the reality is that you don’t really care and can’t do anything about it because the entire Talmudic Media is hellbent (literally) in making Israel look like a victim. Quite hard to do when you keep bombing civilians, men, women and children, starving them to death, not letting them have fresh water and geocoding them literally in front of the world. But there you go. And the reason only the Yemeni are actually doing anything is because the Talmudians have pretty infiltrated almost every government and the entire global supply of petrodollars. You can beat around the bush as much as you like, but that is the long and the short of it.
• Pedovores run things and yes, they are overwhelmingly exhibiting Judaic ethnicity and practices which go all the way back to the Carthagenians. And that’s just a fact. And regardless of what label a pedo/rapist/murderer might call you (racist, anti-semitic, a Nazi), facts are facts.
• Oh, and the food in the USA is all mostly a giant scam to have you eat rat poison.

There you go. All cuddly and warm as always.

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