I have written on this before here, so it’s not news, but
take a look at this
, it’s really worth the few minutes it takes to read it.
Honestly, as I have said before, AI is really nothing more than the computer in Alpha Complex in the pen and paper RPG of
Paranoia.
It literally has the same make up.
For those of you who don’t know, Paranoia is a role playing game designed to be funny as well as extremely murderous on the player characters, which is why each player gets six clones of his character. Several will die even before the adventure begins.
The premise is that humans went to live underground in the aftermath of nuclear war. Or possibly before a nuclear war. And in any case the entire underground complex, called Alpha Complex is run by a schizophrenic computer overlord that will euthanise people in a whim. Or for being mutants or part of a secret society. Every player is both of course.
Ratting on a fellow player makes you a hero and foiling any perceived threat earns you brownie points with the computer. You climb the ranks by getting higher in the colour chart that follows the colours of the rainbow in ROYGBIV mode. But above it all sit the Ultraviolet high-programmers. These are people who actually program the computer and since each one has his own agenda the computer is a mess of contradicting elements, producing the quasi random results one gets.
And it matches current AI performance on a pretty much 1:1 ratio so far.
But hey…
Trust the Computer, citizen. The computer is your friend.
I have spent about 2 days “arguing” with Catholics that hold to the Cassiciacum Theory of Sedeprivationism… And I can only think back and commiserate with Aristotle. He did say in essence, that some people simply cannot learn from facts. No matter how clear the information before them, their (tiny, weak, shrivelled walnut sized) minds cannot be informed by fact. Only emotion.
For someone that has a high IQ and a definite touch of Asperger’s (but who doesn’t beyond about 130 IQ?) the concept is about as opaque as it gets.
I have met it head on countless times. Perhaps the best example was a store keeper who was possibly the most honest man I ever met, but he simply could not grasp the concept of square meters. This was a problem because recording how much work was done by each man on site was one of his duties, aside from making sure materials were not stolen from the store room.
He was in his late teens and doing night classes to try and pass the seventh year of elementary school. And as I say he was probably the most genuinely honest man I ever met.
I spent a week, patiently, at the end of each work day to try to help him understand the concept. I drew diagrams. I sketched the area of a square by hashing it in one direction then the other. I tried to just make him memorise the formula for the square, rectangle and didn’t even try the triangle and God forbid the circle.
It’s not that he didn’t want to or didn’t try. He just could not.
The difference with him was that he was humble and accepted his limitation. I gave him a raise and made him the store keeper of the electrical firm, where all materials were measured linearly only and the work progress was measured from the material each electrician took for the day.
Sadly, the modern form of idiot (IQ 0-25) has no such redeeming qualities. They are certainly not humble, the lack of fathers with thick hands in their life having deluded them into thinking they are very bright and special unicorns, and even worse, they are not honest at all and will do any one of the 11 things that deceivers do to try to avoid being nailed to the wall by facts, reality and truth.
What remains a completely unfathomable thing for me is how these “people” operate.
They will literally deny reality when it stares them in the face.
But you know when they will not?
When physical pain is involved.
See, that store-keeper? You could have tortured him to death and he would no more have known how to do square meters than my cat.
These other more modern versions however? Thanks to some 4 decades or so of martial arts, I had PLENTY of opportunity to test people’s supposed “limits” of IQ by the expedient means of causing them direct, instant, physical pain.
And lo and behold, even if you had not mentioned AT ALL the logical solution to their supposed lack of ability to understand, two punches in the mouth later, they had figured it out flawlessly. It is something I observed for a very long time, and refined my observations over time so that now I can essentially sense when someone is genuinely limited in capacity of understanding and when someone is instead (for a variety of reasons) clinging to what deep down they know is a faulty premise.
Sadly, most of the time it’s a sort of unholy blend of the two. They KNOW they are not being completely honest, even with themselves, but they are also influenced by the last 50 years of unicorn specialism they have been cooked in, as well as the total absence of the formal teaching of logic or how to use some basic common sense.
But the basic problem is that the idiots have been allowed to reproduce. And the safety and ease of life they operate under, thanks to their better ancestors and men who actually DO stuff, they continue to head us towards Universe 25.
It is absolutely imperative then, that as a man, you do the following, at a minimum:
Learn to reason. Your ego doesn’t matter. Your feelings don’t matter. What other people think of you rarely matters. Learn to do math. Statistics, probability, sets, ratios, percentages, and at least basic algebra and trigonometry. It matters. It will help you learn to think more objectively.
Learn at least the basics of Logic.
Learn the basic principles of Roman Law. Which differs vastly from Anglo-Saxon legal systems, which are closer to the Talmud, in their way of operating by looking for a loophole in the legalities. Roman Law operates on the basic premise of logic and justice. The law is to serve justice on Earth, not a shield to protect you from consequences.
If you can do those three things, you might at least want to look into Catholicism, which means looking into 1958 Sedevacantism, as we are the only people actually following Catholic dogma left on Earth.
If you only read three books, let them be The Crusades, The Great Siege, and God’s Battalions. Of course, you may also want to read my own works, The Face on Mars, RTCC, Believe and Systema.
If you do read at least the three books I did not write, you will have an already very different understanding of the world, far closer to reality as it is instead of what you have been told repeatedly for years it “should” be.
If you also read the next four, you will have a grasp of reality that will be difficult for you to let go of, and that will help you immensely at seeing the next cloud of lies they throw at you for precisely what it is.
And I really need to try to curb my wish to educate the uneducable (in reality I don’t do it for them, but debating idiots is a sort of spectator sport. Although… I should at least sell tickets, to make it worthwhile.
I call out the nihilistic losers that try to infect you with their own misery of soul and despair, like in the last couple of posts, the Hoe Math loser. Or those so ego obsessed they promote you killing yourself by injecting yourself with a genetic altering murder serum that has always ultimately resulted in the death of the test subjects for the last 30 years,
like Scott Adams did.
I critique the theorists who although capable in writing more or less at best report on the current dark state of affairs, as if anyone with a functioning brain cell left were still oblivious to the way things are, instead of helping foment a real change by actively doing and promoting physical results in the real world that push back on Clown World.
And I call out the impostors.
The frauds.
Because in a sense, all of the above are kind of frauds. Posing as some sort of alternative to the dystopia, but really, at best, making you either a member of yet another freemasonic style group, where you are both grifter and grifted at once. The creatures like Andrew Tate, who incidentally is a self-admitted gay man (not kidding, he said he would rather be with a tranny that looks like a 10 than a woman that is a 5 or 6. You suck on that “lady cock” all day Andrew, you prancing fag) who is also the actual face for his real handler,
Miles Sonkin, on whom you can read more about —as well as a bunch of other grifters— here.
Inevitably, as always happens when I point out some faker is a faker, the mental midgets that worship at their feet come out of the woodwork to tell me how I am just “envious” of the grifter’s suck-cess, beauty, manly manliness, wealth and their deep commitment to other men.
And then a few years down the line, or 20 or 30, they finally realise I was right all along.
And by now, I can sniff a bullshitter on the internet from three ionised electrons off my screen. All this “Day” guy has is a way of writing that is “catchy” if you have the mental aptitude of a 12 year old. He essentially makes “witty” metaphors and then strings them together
ad nauseam
. Actual information content approaches a singularity of zero.
It’s just all the tediousness of a smart-boi catchphrase on an endless loop.
It could be a subroutine by AI:
Write novel metaphoric catchphrases in a sequence that appears to relate to smoking, drinking, and sex but all with the implied promise of wealth happening as a result of reading these same catchphrases. Make it sound cool, and tell everyone they should aspire to this with every metaphor.
That’s it.
There isn’t any pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. The “mission” is to have you send him money for his catchphrase blender.
And hey, it’s your money, do what you want with it. And no I don’t care about YOU specifically if you choose to throw money at him. And no I don’t care if you choose to NOT throw money at me. I mean it’s nice if you do and I am grateful to my paying subscribers because all my posts are free and without a paywall, and by still sending me money they are telling me they appreciate my work here to the extent that they are happy to give me $80 a year or $8 a month.
I plan to reward those guys soon in a way that I hope makes sense, because they don’t have to or need to support me with their wallets, but they do. And they certainly help me have a little more time I otherwise would not have to post here and write on topics that interest me (and them) as well as produce a bit more useful stuff (like the olive oil – more on that later).
My concern regarding the frauds is two-edged:
It does bother me when con-men extract funds from naive but genuine people. It’s a kind of scavenger/vulture type of behaviour that thrives on human misery. Much like a lot of what lawyers do does.
I actually love the truth for its own sake. I seek it and as a result the Justice that it implies in a way that is instinctive and eternal. I have always said there are only two types of people on the planet. Those who love truth and those who do not. And those who do not, at varying degrees, are, necessarily, my eternal enemies.
So that’s it.
In a following post I will try to explain who instead I do admire, or at least, feel are positive influences in the world more than negative ones. But for now, dear reader, do try to at least see the grifters, frauds and liars for what they are. Because there is a veritable endless army of them out there, and we are like Leonidas and his 300 at the Hot Gates here.
So, don’t let up. Don’t misjudge or mischaracterise either, but when you see it for what it is, stab your sword right into the heart of these grifters and try to spread a little more truth in your actual world.
For the most part it is simply to not be a faithless theorist.
I pointed this out with The Tree of Woe guy in the previous post, I mentioned it in general terms regarding various substackers, posers and fakers that grift on the internet, and I do it generally in life by not associating with psychic vampires, the perennial doomers, nihilists and so on.
One of the main reasons I write, in fact why I ever took up writing in general was to share the beauty, mystery, joy, and essence of anything I found interesting, cool, or worthwhile doing, learning about, and so on.
In the course of my life, as a result of investigating things for myself, not worrying about what people think about me, or even what they think in general, I have managed to produce at least three rather comprehensive and complete texts on three separate and very diverse topics.
I think it’s pretty astonishing that
our human history
involves enough solid and undeniable evidence that our solar system was inhabited by rather advanced human/oids and that they had such a catastrophic war that nearly wiped out three planets.
But this is not to boast or humble-brag, about what a cool dude I am.
Who cares? I’m some guy on the internet to most of you, and although several of you have come to meet and visit and see me in the flesh and have I believe verified for yourself I am not a bullshitter in any respect, the reality is that for most people I remain just another random voice on a platform that is filled chock-full of theorists pretending to be tough guys.
Why just yesterday I think “John Carter” of postcards from Barsoom called me “such a tough guy on the internet” and that was just as a result of my making a comment about smokers that wasn’t even posturing about anything. But “John”
is
in fact an academic. He’s a nice enough guy, and writes well and some of the stuff he writes is certainly entertaining, but at the end if the day he’a still both faithless and a theorist.
He is also single and unlikely to ever have children. I certainly would not bet on him having any.
But let me highlight the exact attitude I rail against and despise and will
ALWAYS
piss on from a dizzing height:
Now, granted, maybe you can’t drive a Maserati and buy a villa in Aspen with YouTube earning he makes, but if he’s single and 40, he’s not exactly killing himself with work given he joined YouTube less than 2 years ago.
And I don’t know what his health issues are, maybe he injected himself with murder juice and his hypothalamus has indeed been destroyed. But from the information in his tweet it seems mostly like he’s stressed himself out over Covid.
He does say ONE trie thing though. He’s an adult adolescent. And you know who he can blame for that? Himself.
And literally no one else.
Whatever your situation in life you can choose to lie down and give up, or you can get up and fight.
I had two divorces. You think either was fun?
My first child was born when I was 42. Then she was kidnapped by her mother and kept from me for the next 9 years. I remarried for the third time at 48, and gained a stepdaughter. My next four children were born when I was 49, 51, 53 and 55, our last son being born just a few days ago.
I changed job, career and countries more times than I know off the top of my head. I do know I lived in 54 different homes because when I was 26 a woman I was with asked me how many homes I had moved into since I was born and back then I still had it all in my mind and I kept count since then.
Do you think all of that was always great fun?
I had armed people come to where I Lived intent on shooting me when I worked in close protection in South Africa and I still have no idea why.
I am not superman. And while I am unusually intelligent, according to the two IQ tests I took at around age 26 or 27, I assure you that I concur with the statistical evidence that people with an IQ over 150 are generally mostly unable to fit into normal society so well.
I was sick a lot as a child and didn’t have a particularly good constitution. If I had to say what quality I have that has allowed me to overcome and achieve as much as I did in the ways that I did I would say it is a blend of mostly three things:
Faith – even when I was briefly atheist, and certainly throughout my Zen-Agnostic phase that lasted most of my adult life, I always was at least a fatalist: regardless of the risk, if I deemed it worthwhile I went for it)
Courage – which was consciously developed from childhood on after a random event scared me to the point of being frozen to the spot. I was seven years old at the time and I swore to myself I would never be that type of person to be frozen by fear again. After that, anything that scared me, however carefully I might have approached it, I had to simply face. And by the time I was in my 20s I had several occasions to verify I would put my life in front of those of people or even ideals I cared for.
Perseverance – above all, this is probably the one quality most responsible for everything in my life. And it was probably innate, because perhaps other people would have been crushed by the upbringing I had. But giving up has never really been part of my psychological make up. It’s not always fun being that way either by the way.
My point is all this is again, not to brag, quite the contrary.
I was not born into money, and I didn’t really ever have much of a plan, other than being curious and following what I felt at my core mattered most. I turned down jobs, money, women and fame on multiple occasions for various reasons. If I was more able to compromise with people, life, or maybe even my principles in general I would probably be a far wealthier individual. Maybe even really stinking rich. But ask me if I regret any of my choices in that regard and my answer is a flat, not proud, not puffed up, not loud, but very simple: no.
Because my internal compass, good, bad, neutral, true, screwy, or not, matters to me more than anything else aside the people I love.
If I don’t have my own word to myself, what is the point of any of it?
And I simply cannot fathom as soulless a life as the hoe math guy, or the average YT grifter, or the Substack Theorists who blather on but don’t actually LIVE.
What the fuck are you even doing if you’re not making a bunch of children and trying to take over the zeitgeist of the current era so it sweeps away the pedovores running things once and for all?
It’s an impossible fight?
Sure. With that Hoe Math attitude it is.
With “John Carter’s” academia ramblings it is.
With that Kurtzy guy who rages against meritocracy while pretending to be “noble” when he is the very opposite of it, it is.
You know who doesn’t think it’s impossible, but also doesn’t think about it at all?
All the third worlders breeding like rabbits.
And you know who thinks it is perfectly possible, you just have to keep at it?
Unreasonable Men.
Those crazy fucks, eh?
Well, guess what? I’m nowhere near even the first guy who figured this out.
I’m just one of the crazy fucks who tries to live it every day.
I have been called crazy, emotionally incontinent, a psychopath, dangerous, a bastard and many, many, many, other things.
But you know what? I have always had friends, wherever I lived, that would turn up at 3 am to help you move a body. My children love me. My wife too (which is not to say that she doesn’t sometimes think I am a crazy bastard too, but so far she seems to keep coming round to realising maybe I really am not, and actually, maybe, just maybe, I am the sane one and I know what I’m doing and it’s the rest of the world that is completely fucking insane).
And sure, I may need to work my ass off until I drop dead of old age one day, if only to make sure my children have at least a decent start at changing the world to make it fit them even more so than I have for myself. But so what?
What else are you going to do with your time here?
Oh wait… whine about how at age 40 you’ll die alone and not even be eaten by cats because you’re too much of a pussy to even own one (of either kind)?
Fuck man, if that is what you choose for yourself you expect to get pity from me? Sympathy?
Listen: I wouldn’t use you for compost on my land, because that kind of weak-ass DNA might cause a pestilence on the vegetation.
And if you are a reader here, don’t you be one of those miserable nihilistic, faggots. In fact don’t even show up here as a happy-go-lucky theorist. If that is who you are lurk eternally.
This blog and my other work has connected me to some very real, very worthwhile people, several of whom I have met and become friends with in real life, face to face, not screen to screen. Those are the people who interest me. Those are the men that will build a world worth living in. Be one of those men or simply get out of my way and the way of such men.
