The Trouble with Sigma Fathers

Long before I met Vox (decades) and came across his SSH with the various archetypes, I had already developed my own framework for a SSH. Mine was simpler in that it was more reductive due to my paying attention to what was relevant to me most of all. 1

My SSH only had three archetypes and they are identified below along with the equivalent versions from Vox’s SSH:

Kurgan SSH Vox SSH

Alphas – Alphas

Betas – Betas/Bravos, Gammas, Deltas, Omegas, Lambdas

Scouts – Sigmas

My reasoning was actually based on the same two parameters Vox used, the social aspect, and the sexual aspect; which proves that the reality of the theory has always existed, just almost no one ever laid it out systematically before.

In primitive societies, it has never been unusual that if a member of another rival society was seen, he may often be killed on sight. If this was a universal constant, humanity would have remained divided into various little tribes, and in reality, one only need look at Europe circa the 1600s or the American Indians before the Euros came to wipe them out, and you do in fact tend to have that. Various areas that are ethnically homogeneous and in conflict with other regions of different tribes and ethnicities.

Nevertheless, there has always been a tiny percentage of men that not only could , but must have been able not only to infiltrate tribes other than their own, but do so successfully enough to breed and propagate their infiltrating DNA so that at least that tiny percentage of their kind continues to exist. At the time that I theorised this, I assumed that Scouts would be more likely to produce other Scouts, both due to epigenetic as well as cultural/skill passing down from fathers to sons. The other theory I had was that such men were probably more likely to have multiple children from different women.

It’s been about some 30 years since I came up with this theory, and I have gathered enough data, at least in my personal life experience, both direct and anecdotal (but factually accurate) that I am satisfied both criteria are broadly speaking correct.

Now… by definition, a Scout is chameleonic, able to work alone (in fact usually prefers it) and sees social conventions as merely masks or costumes that people wear depending on the situation. Many of which can be ignored, depending on his specific aims, and some of which it becomes advantageous to not only ignore, but ride roughshod over.

In other words, my Scout and Vox’s Sigma are pretty accurate versions of each other, although Vox’s version probably has broader application and covers a few various “versions” of Sigma. Being the most individualistic of the archetypes, Sigmas could… possibly… at a stretch… be classified into a couple of sub-categories, if one were splitting hair, which honestly, for the most part, is not required anyway.

Nevertheless, and for mostly the same reasons of self-reliance, independent capacity for action, self-motivated drive, and so on, it is quite likely that a Scout/Sigma has the following traits, though in general, these all tend to be more prevalent to a higher level in one of my Scouts that Vox’s Sigmas, mostly because Sigmas have a wider set (they could be an eccentric software developer (e.g. Steve Jobs) and therefore, on average somewhat less likely to be a Hannibal Lecter, or Lenny McLean):

• Competent at a high level in multiple fields (this especially applies somewhat more to Scouts than Vox’s Sigmas)
• Dangerous in the extreme if threatened on/about something he cares about deeply enough
• Capable of quick thinking on his feet to a degree that probably is the top of the hierarchy on average
• Tends to have a “do it absolutely right or not at all” attitude to… kinda everything they even care slightly about doing

Now… here is the problems you are likely to face, possibly daily, if you have a Sigma Father:

• VERY low threshold of tolerance for half-assed work of any kind
• Ditto apathy concerning anything they deem important
• Ditto any perceived disrespect
• Ditto general stupidity/errors/bad attitude due to laziness, “whatever” attitude. TikTok brainrot, not paying attention in general and more so specifically if he is trying to explain something

Additionally, even if the child is doing their best, if their competence is low, primarily due to lack of experience, quick cogitation, etc, a Sigma dad is likely to lose his shit and ask if you’re retarded or your brain is in your ass today.

In today’s faggotised world, many metrosexuals, feminists, and assorted spineless groomers, will try and pass this behaviour off as “abusive”.

The reality is that even the average Delta 200 years ago would probably behave somewhat this way if their son was being dim about picking up the skills the father was trying to pass on.

Now, there IS one overarching benefit to all this, which applies if the Sigma dad actually truly loves his children. They become more effective. It’s true a Delta will never become a Sigma, etc. BUT… there definitely IS something about the DNA forming more Sigmas in Sigma family lines.

It’s not an easy thing to research on a large scale, but I think it is at least likely that a Sigma dad will potentially create Sigma children. Partly by DNA, partly by upbringing possibly. And I think possibly by culture too.

I’ve yet to meet a Venetian that follows “conventional” anything, be it wisdom, common sense, etc. It seems to be an ingrained trait that Venetians will think for themselves as much as possible and considerably more than other cultures I have come across, with the exception possibly being the Irish and the Basques, which can be equally as bizarre/ornery/counter-everything-normal.

An Englishman is considered “eccentric” if he is a Sigma with good manners and a rebel of some sort if he lacks them. A Venetian Sigma in Venice just blends into the crowd quite a lot more than an English Sigma does in an English city.

So… while having a Sigma father might not be scented rose petals all the way, and quite a bit more thorny rose stalks whipped on your ass if you don’t move fast and well enough, it generally does give you an advantage in life by making you expect more from yourself (and others) as well as giving you more general ability at all sorts of random skills that you’re unlikely to learn from just about any other kind of father.

It’s probably why my 13 year old daughter, a year ago already, presented me with this .

And an example of her Venetian thought process was shown here . Neither aspect being a rare occasion. Some aspect of it all presents daily from at least 3 of the children on any given day.

And she’s been after me teaching her to punch and shoot, despite being very much a girlie-girl and NOT a tomboy at all; though she likes sports and wants to start gymnastics and is a good swimmer.

The other girls are even more into learning anything from handling a chainsaw to driving a car, and all sorts of other things there is no way they can even try to do competently (or at all in many cases) yet, being as they are 10, 4, and 2.

The six year old boy is already a Sigma as far as I can tell. He doesn’t give a crap about social conventions, though he is able to follow them when it suits him. And he’s equally happy to completely ignore them regardless of consequences when the mood takes him to do so instead. He’s not bothered by being on his own, though he is able to play with others for a bit. And I already had reports of him and I think two girls being set upon by most of the rest of the class and him fighting a bunch of other kids off. Reasons unspecified/unknown/unknowable.

He sometimes acts in ways that make you think he might be borderline retarded, then today he asked me how you play Go (the Japanese game) and I thought, what the hell, I’ll show him briefly, he won’t really get it. We played 4 games on a small section of the board and I gave him seven stones handicap three times, and six once. Please take note that the adult “Scout” who lived with us for a year, never got a single game from me; even when I gave him nine stones advantage.

Well, the little Viking won 3 out of 4 games.

Most adults will simply not get the rules of Go until they played a few games. He seemed to be a natural at it. So he’s far from stupid, plus he is a long-timeline thinker. he regularly saves his treats for later, thinks ahead and is interested in how money works, how you get it, what you can do with it and so on.

I didn’t force or even encourage him to think as he does.

But then, my family history is pretty much a long line of Sigmas doing weird stuff for the last 825 years or so. And quite a few of the weirdoes inhabit my matrilineal lines too. So I do think there is a genetic element.

Whoever the Spartans became, there probably is a little Spartan way of doing things left in there somewhere. So it makes sense to me that Sigma traits may well be passed down from generation to generation.

No one who knows my father would argue he is anything but a Sigma. Ditto my grandfather, (his father) even if they were very different men, and ditto again both my paternal great-grandfathers. One became a general and was in the Boxer war and other conflicts, and eventually died of complications from taking a sniper’s bullet to his lung. The sniper had been shooting officers when they went to the latrine, and one of the common soldiers said “If that bastard shoots again we’ll get him General!”

GGF: “ Are you sure soldier?”

Soldier: “Yes sir, I saw the general area he was firing from last time, I am keeping my eyes on that spot. If he shoots again I’ll be able to say exactly where…”

GGF: —Stands up saluting—

Sniper: *BANG*

The sniper got caught. And Great-Grandfather caught one in the lung and died some years later.

Both sets of great-grandparents had an itch to explore. To go where other men feared to go. As did both sets of my grandfathers. In my own father this meant leaving Europe for the wildest parts of Africa; camping on lone hills where the locals never went for fear of ghosts, demons, assorted witchcraft, and wild beasts. Risking getting killed by hippos in the Niger to help villagers who had their crops destroyed by the large and dangerous animals, and doing too many crazy things to list, but you can read about a good portion of them yourself if you want, and honestly, it’s a riveting read.

In looking at how I was raised, there is no doubt it was “harsh” by any modern standards. But there was also no doubt ever about the fact my dad would die for any of his kids without hesitation. And that man has a far larger fear of death than I ever had, so it’s just that bit harder for him I think, and all the more commendable for it.

Sigma dads are not necessarily fun or easy to have as fathers. I know that too. I see it in myself even as I try to curb the worst parts of it. My wife was horrified at a conversation we had once, when, in frustration at her not grasping my way of doing things, I explained that:

“Look, if I could be certain that by pushing a button that ensures my children all hate me and will spit on my grave, it would also ensure they have awesome, happy, full lives, where they are safe and free, and able to have a bunch of children of their own in happy marriages, I would jump on that fucking button a thousand times just to be sure I pushed it properly!”

She looked at me aghast. Her natural female instinct probably sensing life never works that way in black and white, and shocked I would even think up the analogy, much less be serious about it (and I know life is not binary better than most, but the analogy worked to make the point I was trying to get across).

Because a Sigma father will not care about himself or how you see him, as much as he will care about you being able to make your way well in the world of indefatigable and endless idiots that inhabit this somewhat (but not entirely) accursed Earth.

So… suffer the children they might. But stronger the men and women they will become.

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Finally someone gets it too.

The industrial revolution was a Satanic infiltration of mankind.

Before the factories, fathers worked alongside their sons. A boy learned masculinity by watching his dad’s hands shape wood, tend fields, forge iron. Work and family were inseparable.

The factory whistle didn’t just call men to work—it called them away from everything that mattered. For the first time in history, men labored among strangers, competing instead of creating, watched by foremen instead of family.

A reader shared his great-grandfather’s journal entry from 1892:

“Left the farm for Detroit. Good wages at the factory. But something died when I stopped working the land with my boys. They don’t know my hands anymore. Just my absence.”

The Industrial Revolution was spiritual warfare disguised as progress.

And it absolutely needs to be added that the industrial revolution and all the systematic machine-like systems that followed it, are almost entirely the product of Protestantism.

I have written before how the Protestant Rebellion was just Satan’s slow march through Christianity. Protestantism is the secularisation and ultimately the destruction of Christianity. Pushed and brainwashed by Jews right into the Catholic Church too since 1958.

The only Christianity is, has always been and will always only be Catholicism. Today that is found only in a tiny remnant of what used to be the Catholic Church: in 1958 Sedevacantist Catholics. And even there we have problems, because most if not all the valid Bishops left are Sedeprivationists, holding to a false and untenable doctrine that would permit the current freemasonic Satanists in the Novus Ordo Church to simply say “ooops” and then supposedly return to proper Catholicism. An absolute travesty of the real dogma of the Church that clearly states some very simple things, namely:

• A non-catholic can’t be clergy in the Catholic Church
• A non-ordained person is not clergy
• A heretic, even if truly repentant, shall never again have any authority or clergy duties over ANYONE. Ever.
• A public and notorious heretic is not Catholic, and regardless of rank, even if a valid Pope previously, becomes nothing and no one to Catholics the minute he publicly demonstrates his heresy. So, no, we have not had a valid Pope since 9th October 1958. And we may soon have no Bishops that hold the only real Catholic line, that is, the Toatalist position amongst Sedevacantists.

Of course, if you do not know what a Sedevacantist is this will mean little to you.

As I expect it will.

Because everyone is too lazy, too hollowed out, to even begin to believe in God truly. To stop and relax and KNOW God, in prayer. While you calmly sit under a tree. Or teaching your son to dig a hole, change a tire, or your daughter to make jam, cook a breakfast… any of that. All of that.

Look… you’re in despair and lost and feel an existential lack of love in your chest because you stopped being a natural human being.

Even when I was atheist (briefly between the ages of about 7 and 15 or so) I never did that.

I have always been somewhat feral in my heart. Growing up mostly in Africa wasn’t what did that. That merely allowed me to be more myself without ending up locked up somewhere most likely. Not for being a criminal, but for breaking the spell of the narrative and bullshit they try to force into our brain at a young age in the West.

So may lies:

• Men and women are equal
• They should be equal
• You’re a bad person if you deny this
• All religions are the same
• All human beings are the same
• All cultures have equivalent value
• Don’t be racist
• Don’t be sexist
• What do you mean define racist and sexist? Everyone knows what those mean and you are bad for pretending you don’t know.

And on and on and on and on andonandonandonandon…. Ad pukum infinitum.

Do you ever sit still on the grass with your back to a tree and look at the clouds on those rare days they are not chemtrails sprayed on you by the Bill Gates of this world?

To you really think it’s bad or wrong or “unconscionable” that some people, if they had 5 minutes with Bill Gates in the untraced and unfilmed Gobi desert would be quite happy to smash his head in with a rock?

And many of is would praise him for it?

Are you so neutered that you took the vaxx shots because they told you to? And if one of your kids was killed from that murder juice you just let that go?

Let me tell you why the Jews have ALWAYS hated Catholicism and been trying to destroy it since Jesus was born; it’s simple. Read your Bible. Jesus told you.

Synagogue of Satan.

And look at what they do in Gaza.

Or in the Federal reserve. Or in the Bank of International Settlement.

And read how they think of “sex” with 3 year olds in the Talmud.

Makes you uncomfortable in your own skin just to even imagine contemplating such things eh?

But not my ancestors.

Not the Catholics who went to free Jerusalem from the scourge of Islam and held the Outremer for two centuries; while the “Orthodox” made deals with the very people they asked the Catholics to help save them from. Backstabbing the Catholics that had saved them in unity with the very Muslims that had almost wiped them out.

And not me either.

You don’t KNOW what Catholicism is. You’ve never seen it.

You only ever saw the films the Jews made about it in Hollywood; and the child-raping scum posing as Catholics that are really freemasons and have been complete usurpers since 1958 would certainly put anyone off wanting to become “catholic”.

But read Harlod Lamb’s The Crusades, of Iron Men and Saints , impeccably researched. Or Ernle Bradford’s The Great Siege 1565 . Or my own short book Believe! Which has helped over 100 people become Sedevacantist Catholics now.

It’s impossible to read the boom by Lamb or Bradford without seeing that Catholicism is absolutely nothing like you have been told it is.

It is impossible to read about the Crusades and not know that the belief of such men is absolutely of a different order from anything YOU ever believed in. And that it cannot be something fake either.

So I hope you read at least those three books.

They will absolutely change your life, make you see that the world is under the Dominion of the Prince of Lies but also inspire you to become of a sort closer to those crusaders than the mushy, metrosexual, compliant, effeminate, “non-binary” mochaccino-with-vanilla drinking, blazer wearing, faggotry we are being overrun by.

Learn what Catholicism IS.

Then you may want to get properly baptised and take up a shield with a large red cross on it.

Don’t worry if that happens. You’re not going crazy. You’re just waking up.

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A reader sends in what should probably be added to the Oxford English Dictionary edition I own:

And as it happens it fits.

The result of this Kurganing , was due to the comments left by “Dr.” Breck on this post.

But if you go there now, not even the hint of the ghost of those comments exists. I assume the good “doctor” snuck back and under cover of darkness, removed the stiff corpse of his online persona.

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Prompted by a different take on IQ and SSH from Sigma Game.

I have long resisted the temptation to put this out there, because it will invariably make the whole sigma thing even more insufferable, however, as a generic rule, I would expect the various male SSH types to fall in the following general ranges:

Sigma: Generally higher/highest IQ. Being a lone wolf with misanthropic tendencies means you have to be competent and able, as surviving outside of social hierarchies entails some difficulties. I expect few truly Sigma men are 100 IQ. I expect most to be between at least 115 and 150+

Alpha: Perhaps surprisingly to most, these do not necessarily need a high IQ. There can be 80 IQ Alphas in more primitive societies, and even in modern societies there can be a 100 IQ Alpha. In fact, I expect in general they will tend to be 130 IQ or lower.

Beta/Bravo: These can probably have the widest range. From a 70 IQ enforcer, to a 150 IQ enthusiastic and loyal “right hand man” to an Alpha. In general though I expect them to usually not top 130 IQ either.

Gamma: They have to be smarter than average if only to construct the elaborate rationalisations for their own Secret King reality bubbles. I would expect from about 100-105 to about 120-125. They are almost invariably not as smart as they think, but often also not as smart as other people assume.

Delta: Probably the most common type of man, ranging from 95 to 105 mostly, but with a sizeable portion out to about 115 or so.

Omega: These can be weird, and anything from literal drooling retards no one even considers fully human, to damaged geniuses that can be quite intelligent. In general though, it is not so likely that they hit 150+ IQ too often, because that level of intelligence should at least give them a few ideas about how to get out of the Omega-fold, even if, of course, there isn’t really a hard link between IQ and SSH aside from the generic guidelines I have given here.

Lambda: Usually smarter than average, as was to some extent proven by Colin Wilson and a few other studies of the brain of deceased Homosexuals. I would say about 115 IQ on average, with a 15-20 point spread either way.

Feel free to give your take in the comments. And I hope Vox gives his take too.

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Over the last couple or three of my posts, I have linked to and pointed out some hard truths about the reality of our dystopian overlords’ plans for us and our children.

Most informative has been Lily Bits which might be useful for the autists among you that need some hard numbers before you begin to take things on.

Being a synergistic myself, I never needed the hard numbers, because the direction, flow, overall majority of population directives taken all point in the same direction, so for me it’s been obvious for some 30 years that they always have planned to kill us, sterilise us, impoverish, control, and enslave us while making us dependant/addicted to their degeneracy and disgusting prison-mindset as the “normal” we all inhabit.

But there ARE silver linings.

There ARE positive aspects to all this.

There ARE ways YOU specifically can make your life better. And even a LOT better, and even JOYOUS most of the time.

I will as soon as time permits write a couple of blog posts specifically aimed at you great unheard, unwashed, ignored masses of lonely, disconnected, soul-crushed younger people who are as addicted to your stupid phones and tv shows as the lowest crack-whore on meth is addicted to abuse from her pimp.

But listen up, because you need at least a few baseline concept in order to pull yourself out from the pit of despair you may be huddled at the bottom of, your tears and snot rising and threatening to drown you in it.

And they are these:

1. The ability to do basic logic and observe reality as it is, not as you wish, not as you’ve been told, not as you hope, not as you have been black pilled, or blue pilled, or red pilled, or rainbow-faggotry pilled to believe “it is”. And not as your fake, nonsensical, kumbaya, happy-clappy fake Christianity “religion”, or cosmic death-cult “buddhism” or kid-raping Satanic Judaism and Islam has told you either. It means regaining control of your own powers of noticing and observing reality as it is. Figuring out which, if any religious dogmatist and most accurately describes reality is step number 2. You can’t do it if you don’t understand the very basics of logic, mathematics, (especially basic levels of statistics, percentages, ratios, and set theory) and a ruthless attention to both detail and the big picture too. If you can’t do these things learn them. Urgently. If you’re too lazy to do so, then report to the nearest vaxx centre and take all your doses or sign yourself up for vivisection somewhere or whatever, you’re basically a dead rat walking. And if you chose to be such, then it’s on you.
2. In an ordered fashion, the honest-to-God best thing you can do after 1. is figure out the truth about God. And while you are obviously free to choose to look wherever and however you want, if you want to save some time, you may want to glance at my own path through that quagmire, which lasted some 40 years before I saw the truth. I summarised it quite well in a very small book that you can read din only a couple of hours called Believe! You can get a digital version for £12 here. or follow the link there to get the paper version from Amazon. Most people will NOT follow this route, even though it is the most efficient and healthy to do, and saves the most time, but that’s because humans are basically stupid. That’s one of those harsh truths you need to simply accept, and chances are you’re an idiot yourself too. So if you’re not going to try and figure out the truth about God, at least read this and know the truth about humanity. It’s free, funny, and true.
3. The next thing you really need, and this one is absolutely fundamental, even more so than 1. above in some cases (in the sense it might be present before 1. above is. 1. above is also fundamental and required, but in a few cases it can be acquired after you have 3.) and it is this: Persistence. Obstinance. Not giving up no matter the level of discomfort. The reality is that life is HARD. But that doesn’t mean it is bad. Most things in life are good or bad only because of the interpretation you give them. The worst thing that ever happened to me (the kidnapping of my daughter by her mother at 15 months of age) turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me. (I found out about God for real, remarried and have a bunch of children and an awesome wife I would not have had without that event happening. And my daughter has also seen to it she is now back with me and has been for the last 4 years. Something she chose and made happen when my own attempts to be with her again for the intervening 8 years had failed.) Like the story of the old man and his son and the horse, which shifts between supposedly “bad” and “good” events happening in his life, the wise man, like the old man, doesn’t say this is “good” or that is “bad”. He says “maybe” and sometimes in a “bad” event you can see the seeds of much good later. But this is only true if you keep walking on the path. If you stop, stagnate, sit on your ass and so on, then you will never see the next chapter of the story of your life. Only doers find out. So do. Make mistakes, get knocked down, but learn, and get back up.

Those are the three essentials.

In subsequent posts I will describe how the ongoing destruction of the best cultures and abilities of the most good parts of humanity need not be seen only as a complete negative. there are plenty of awesome opportunities here. Seizing them may not be easy or quick, but it absolutely is worth it.

The fact all the idiots are essentially suiciding themselves but injecting genetic poison in their veins, and masturbating themselves to death in isolated cubicle-homes, is not necessarily the end of civilisation. Just the end of those type of people prone to become prey of the demonic-inspired pedophile-vampires of Talmudic bent that run this planet and almost all of this planet’s governments.

The rest of us… well… it could become a golden age and our grandchildren may well be flying around the Milky Way in antigravity ships exploring new worlds and taming wild planets in the name of truth, love, and justice, spreading the light of of those same objective values that a Loving God indeed has and wants us to have too, in a Universe that presently remains under the dominion of the materialistic evil of the Enemy.

Sounds too fantastic to be true?

Well…

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

— Thomas North 1

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Read this substack. Read the numbers.

Understand what is going on, then understand the consequences, which if you are too stunned to make out, I list for you below.

• The problem is most severe in the West. Which let’s not beat around the bush, means white people for the most part.
• It’s not going away.
• Immigration of muddy/rapey/non Christian oriented third worlders will not end until the zionistic Talmudic pedovores that control this Earth’s governments are removed from power along with their absurd and fake monetary system based on nothing but their wishes (but with all too real consequences for us mere subjects of their absurd fiat money creation).
• IF you survive the above, the intent is to sterilise or kill you with fake “vaccines” and lobotomise you with AI designed to emotionally and socially cripple you.

And you thought my little tabletop roleplaying games for your children in the previous post is silly, eh?

Look, I get it. I am very much used to it. Since my teens I am used to people thinking my ideas are absurd, only to come back to me to tell me what I predicted and told them twenty years earlier is in fact, exactly how things have gone.

So of course you think I’m just some paranoid freak on the internet.

BUT…

I have been right about pretty much every single so-called conspiracy theory for 40 years now. When the Will Smith film Enemy of the State came out in 1998, people talked about it as if it would be a scary future. Until I reminded them I had been telling them all that stuff was actually already in play back in 1992.

People read my science fiction like Nazi Moon and think it’s high fantasy. It’s not. It’s probably a lot closer to reality than you have any idea about.

And since I have a 40 year track record (which I understand is only 20 years for those of you who average out as my “regular” acquaintances) maybe, just MAYBE, you might want to take my advice, spend the 20 bucks on the RPG, or buy another one from someone else, it’s not going to affect my life or income significantly either way, but for the live of your children at least, if not God, PLEASE, switch off fucking YouTube, and TikTok, and whatever else.

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Get your children to play with other children. In the dirt outside; at the kitchen table “killing” orcs and rescuing princesses, and riding dragons and smuggling spice past the Imperial guards, or capturing the space pirates as the Imperial guards.

Because remember that I predicted two things publicly, way back in 2014, that if ANY part of Western civilisation was going to survive, would need to happen:

1. Real Christianity would have to return.
2. City States would return to be a thing.

and I have since got baptised as a real, actual, believing, Catholic, which means a 1958 Sedevacantist, and moved to a rural area in Italy near a tiny village, where I hope, in due course, to influence the local government or become part of it if I absolutely must (I hope someone else will step up!)

And my kids don’t have ipads any longer, don’t get smartphones, and hardly watch TV. If they do, like tonight, it’s just as likely to be some police drama the wife and I watch, as it is a cartoon film. And guess what… they behave better, are more polite, funny and primal than ever before, and are never bored anymore.

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Realise also some further out points:

• War is coming. Because it always does, especially around financial collapse, and financial collapse is definitely happening, because math is a thing, and no matter how they juggle it for a while, eventually it is the reset button.
• If and when war comes it becomes possible to get to the pedovores, any functional member of humanity should do so.
• Make as many children as possible, and teach them well. Yes the future is dark, but it always was. And it is for us, reader, to give them a light and help as best as we can, but, ultimately, it is probably going to be their war.
• Intolerable as this view is, especially from a secular/atheist perspective, my Catholic faith is enough to not make me a smouldering and raging warmonger for the sake of my children’s future. Instead, I prepare as best I can. I teach them as best I can, and I try to make sure there is enough security and the ability to project force as best I can, to make taking us over or overrunning us as painful a prospect as I can.

I strongly urge you to do the same and create a community of like-minded zealots all around you.

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So, I had these done a while back but only finished the covers and put them up on Amazon a short while ago.

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The first is a short book that gives the history of spaceflight in a very basic way, but that covers what I think is the REAL history, including the mostly faked Moon landings, along with what I think really happened with the actual Moon landings, Operation Hijump, the Nazi Bell, Roswell, etc.

In short, if you want a basic primer that covers all the real and hidden basics, you may want to get this for yourself too, even if you’re an adult. Plenty of images in it, and all in full colour:

Amazon link is here.

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The second is a short book that I plan to use myself with my children, so as to introduce them to the concept of tabletop role-playing using pens, paper and dice.

It’s going to be interesting because the 2 year old obviously can’t read yet, though she understands basic numbers and can count to 20 or so, but luckily the 13 year old enjoyed a few more advanced games of role-playing, one or two using the RPG I put together called The Dirty Old West (set in the (potentially also slightly supernatural) Wild West), and some Traveller once with friends. So she will be helping the little one along. Because there is no way she will not want to be included once she sees her 4 year-old sister and 6 year-old brother playing it.

This book is written so that the rules are super simple and basic (one six-sided die is all you need for each player) and there are plenty of images in it and a complete little adventure to get everyone started. The idea is that dad (or mom, if so inclined) is the referee and presents the situation, adventure or game to his children, possibly along with heir little friends if unlike me you don’t have half a football team’s worth of them.

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The point of doing this activity is that it is now an absolute certainty that most children spend waaaaaay too long on “smart” phones, tablet and watching brainropt crap on YouTube. And it affects them badly in many ways. Our kids are presently discussing what to do with the latest giant bug they found.

And later tonight, if it doesn’t rain again will probably be running around the local playground and surrounds with other kids their age playing football until 10 and 11pm at night.

The concept of being able to do activities with other live human beings, face to face, listen, use their imagination, do some basic math and story-telling themselves, are all skills that serve everyone well in life, and which they can learn while playing , so not even realising they are learning skills.

The benefit of RPGs to real life is something I am an absolute advocate for, because it develops emergent skills most people have no clue about. My brother and I essentially have the idea that there is no such thing as a problem that can’t somehow be solved, partly due to RPGs. In essence, life will present you with a set of problems throughout your time here, and most of life is the resolving of those problems. The better you are at attacking issues head-on and dealing with them in a variety of imaginative ways, the more likely you are to succeed at whatever you plan to do in life.

Learning to solve problems as a routine part of a game that fosters the evolution of your imagination, makes this an instinctive reaction later in life too.

And if you can’t make the time to play with your own children, which invariably has some hilarious elements to it, then perhaps you need to solve that very problem yourself, first and foremost!

Plus, $20 for a game that can literally provide years of entertainment for the whole family is a pretty good return on investment anyway.

I have not converted these latest two to e-books yet, also because they are better as physical colourful books, so they are not available cheaper at my e-shop like the other books and RPG games , including Surviving the Current Zombie Apocalypse , an RPG game more for adults, which has been enjoyed and well-received by all those I know who played it, and who also found it very funny, particularly if they know us personally.

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All parents are biased, and people are polite, but I also hang out with the kind of friends that tell you to your face if one of your kids is an asshole, or you are, or whatever.

And it’s a universal constant so far that the two year-old, who looks like a poster child for Aryan supremacy —and also tends to have the same rigorous attitude to rules, and enforcing them, that her Germanic looks imply— has an impact on everyone who meets her. She is only 2.5 years old but has had full on conversations at pretty adult levels, and with a vocabulary that we often wonder where she got it from, since she is two. She’s kind of hilarious too and definitely a daddy’s girl. She has zero hesitation in following me around and helping me with any odd job I might be doing. Throughout the stitching of the new home-made punch bags, she asked me questions about the how and why of what I was doing, and so on. When I explained it all, she noted the jute bags have a smell to them. Not really unpleasant per se , as long as you like the smell of perhaps a mechanic’s hangar in a smuggler’s warehouse. It’s the kind of smell that conjures up images of tropical trips of military arms to fight communism in Asia, or of medical supplies to heal the special ops guys behind enemy lines, the odd parachuting of spies in enemy territory and so on.

Anyway, as soon as I was finished with the stitching, the little turtle said:

“Daddy, I want you to put me in your smelly bag!”

Her infectious smile simply cannot be refused, so in she went, and I carted her around like a child-trafficking Santa in underpants for a bit, the wife filming it for posterity.

The bag is definitely strong enough, and the little blonde Aryan had her curiosity and sense of adventure fulfilled. Successful test run of punching bag strength performed.

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So… I knew this first post would be terrible, as this whole week I only got to do my pushups on one day, which means my nice little schedule I pinned to my bedroom cupboard is mostly blank.

Here it is:

As you can see, this month has been pathetic, which is why in part I wanted to do this. By sharing it with you guys it will give me a kick to get off my ass and do the work.

These posts will be for subscribers only going forward, but in the interest of honesty, and inspiration for all you other lazy couch surfers: even we immortals fail at times.

The main difference is that simply by eating better (mostly carnivore/keto style food, I have lost about 4kg.

Now… about the weak, pathetic, bullshit excuses we all do when this happens…

“I was busy…”

“I have six kids…”

“The washing machine packed up and so did the spare one in the chalet…”

“The kids got sick and puked up all over so we also had dirty bedding to wash…”

“I had a lot of work on too and…”

“I also had the blog and finished two of the book covers for the books I had lying around complete for a couple of months, and…”

All true, yes. And also…

Complete bullshit.

The truth is you (me in this case) are a weak, self-deceiving pansy. You know how long it takes me to do 50 push-ups? Less than a minute. So who doesn’t have about 50 seconds or less to work out at least THAT?

And if I do all the exercises on there, even taking a short break between them in order to get the most out of the HIIT aspect of it, it’s all still under 30 minutes. And hard as it may be, I CAN fit 30 minutes a day for exercising if I want to.

The hardest part of exercising is not finding the time, it’s not the exercises themselves, it’s not any of that. It’s the mindset.

I know myself well, and absent family interruptions (i.e. when I was single, I am as determined as anyone, I never missed a session of training then and no matter what was happening I learnt long ago to just get my kit and go. Nothing has to be “perfect” you just have to DO IT.

The adjustment for me is the entire 6 kids and concomitant interruptions that come with that. It’s a mental thing, not a physical one.

When the 2 year old comes in early in the morning says “Good morning daddy, and wants to snuggle next to me and passes out again at 6 am, I just lose the will to hop out of bed and start doing crunchies. And by the time we do get up, the 4 year old and the 6 year old have joined us and what, am not gonna give them some attention like I did the little blonde, blue-eyed wonder and female mini-me? And the baby wants a boob and a smile. Then the 13 year old comes to say hello cause she misses her siblings… I could pretend I ran out of floor-space in the bedroom for it, but the truth is I am just being a lazy, weak, excuse filled meat-bag.

So… what to do ?

As I said, I know myself well, and when life tries to overwhelm me with distractions, however pleasant and good they may be, or drastic and painful (both are things that can divert you from your chosen path) I know that for me personally I need to do two things:

1. Take time to set my mind up.
2. Do/Get the things I need for the coming work.

The second part is really just a ritual more than a need. But say I want to take up hitting a bag again, even if I had the bag, I will go get say hand-straps (if I decide to use them). The thing is I can start anyway, without them, but there is an element of that ritual of “getting ready” with practical equipment, or whatever that “sets” my mind up, and internally gets rid of any of the lies your brain inevitably comes up with to try and keep you as a fat, unhealthy, lazy bastard.

What? You didn’t know your brain is your enemy in training? It is.

Remember, as with my recent analogy of being a harrier jump-jet, the pilot (brain) only has one main function: Keep the plane (you) intact. And the best way to do that is to never fly at all. Of course, you rot where you sit on the deck of the aircraft carrier that way, but hey… at least it’s “safe”.

No. You need to fight your brain so much so, as my friend Uldis put it that your brain basically switches from “no, relax, don’t do it, eat another cream cheese filled pastry,” to “Oh fuck! this maniac is going to keep running on that treadmill until we all die if I don’t start to help him!”

So that’s where I am at. I am also a little (tiny) bit wiser than I was in my 20s and 30s and probably 40s too, so I decided to look at getting a punching bag that I can leave outside in the forest, hanging near the giant chin-up bar I did last year in winter, and I’ll be getting a cyclette (exercise stationary bike) for my left knee.

In researching punching bags, I discovered that:

1. None will basically be ok for continued presence outdoors, and,
2. They are NOT cheap.

So I thought…screw that. I can make my own, and I don’t know yet if my idea of doing so will work, but I will keep you posted. My concept is I bought enough material to make two punching bags, so even if it dies after a while I can simply put up another, and the total cost for all of it is somewhere about half of what it costs for one professional bag.

Here is the list of things I got for it:

That’s basically 10 euro each for two bags that should be large enough to form a decent enough punchbag. Jute sacks are generally long-lasting and can take a punishment, but reading up on it I also discovered that they can be made to last a lot longer and prevent any fungus and cold, etc getting to them by impregnating them in copper sulphate solution. So I got some copper sulphate and left the bags stack in a solution of it for like a week.

Split in two we are at about 17 Euro total for materials so far.

I then stitched the bags so that they form a round-ish bottom, and while my wife was googling for thick enough needles to do this, I twisted a piece of metal wire into a needle-ish shape and stitched the two corners up onto the side. The bottom of the bag is now a rectangular-ish/round-ish shape. I already had the string, so I don’t know how much that cost, but probably 5-6 bucks. so call it a total of 20 euro for each bag (but the string is over a hundred meters long so you’ll have plenty left over).

Here is a close up of just how technologically advanced this all was:

Yes, I work in my underpants at times. This is normal throughout Italy.

Detail of the impromptu “needle” I made. It worked really well though.

The next thing I need to do is get a large PVC pipe that is able to be properly sealed at both ends, and a bag of sand. Fill the pipe up with sand and seal it and this will form the core weight of the punch-bag. Then I need to cut a piece of durable plastic into a round-ish shape to form the bottom of the bag.

Place the plastic “shield” shape in the bag, making sure I also have somehow threaded enough material, (old t-shirts, rags, etc) into it’s edges so the thick and somewhat sharp plastic is not in direct contact with the jute bag, and this will form the base.

Then tape, tie, knot a bunch of rags and material around the central core of sand-filled PVC pipe and once that is done put it inside the bag making sure all the area around the central core is stuffed with well-packed but essentially “soft” material (probably all the t-shirts my wife seems to think are no longer worthy of public display. You know because of a slight rip or tear or gaping holes in them, stains from working on the tractor, etc. etc. or my trousers with barn-sized rips in their nether regions. She’s such a fashionista, I tell you. Anyway, once that is all done. I plan to make another bag, using waterproof canvas this time, to put it all in. And I will probably also soak all the rags in the copper sulphate solution too before doing all this. This last part, the bag “cover” if you like, is the most expensive, and I will probably need to go to a cobbler or a leather worker or something to get it stitched up properly with durable stitching string/wire/magic strands/whatever works.

Here is the canvas I got:

And yes, if you take note, there is enough material for two bags.

So, all told, so far, the cost is about 60 euro for each bag.

I will still need to get some decent rope of some kind to hang it from, and I am still figuring out how to maybe do 4 attachment points on the bag for stability, instead of just one, or maybe also add a bit of elastic Bunji rope around the bottom of the bag, just above the “shield” and then tie that to something on the floor, possibly a metal ring buried in the ground. I don’t know, I need to think on it.

The bags will be sizeable enough for a basic punch-bag workout and will hopefully last a long time, and even if I buy high quality rope (and lots of it) I doubt the cost will be more than about 80 euro each, so for less than the cost of a “professional” bag, I will have two that I thing will turn out pretty well.

Anyway, once that is done, I will have no further excuses, and this is the training bike I am thinking of getting, though am still researching them a bit:

This was actually the hardest thing to force myself to do.

Training, whether in martial arts with others, or by yourself, inevitably teaches you aspects of yourself that most people prefer not to look into.

So here is a glimpse into a bit of my own psyche.

I trained in karate since about age 3. And it is very common for westerners to end up with knee injuries in that sport. Partly because our knee joint is not used to the way things get done in Japanese culture for millennia, partly because of bad training. Luckily for me, dad was already a 3rd Dan when I was born and he told me early on, when kicking to never let the knee joint fully extend. This has undoubtedly saved me a knee operation, because pretty much everyone I know that trained to the same level and intensity and for long as I have has had this. Later, when training in systems I discovered and even better way to train, where the full extension is used, but locked at the exact same moment. But that’s fairly advanced work and not recommended for beginners that on reading that sentence are thinking “whut…?”

Anyway… all this to say that despite my having avoided an operation, one of my knees in particular, the left one, has taken strain since my 20s. Hiking hard with a heavy bag across African trails, sometimes running for long distances in such conditions, caused its share of impact (especially on the downhills) and my right side is also a little bit shorter than the left, so the left leg takes more compressive impacts in such activities. Inevitably, when it started to give me a bit of pain, I went and did some spinning classes at the local gym and the issue resolved itself.

About 2 years ago, I lifted in and out of a car, a stove that was probably about 150/200 kg, by myself, using a home-made ramp out of a plank of wood, and caused myself a bit of an injury in my back, and left knee. The sciatica I used to get periodically when I overdid things in training returned and my left knee has been niggling me for 2 years. And I have basically “ignored” it because of a psychological dark spot this whole long explanation is written for, so as to introduce and explain it, so that maybe it helps others hopefully become aware of similar issues and avoid them.

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In traditional Karate, if you show any weakness, it gets stomped on. You have an injury and try and act like a whiny bitch protecting it? It gets punched and kicked more.

There are two schools of thought on this:

1. The honourable sportsman perspective – One must clutch one’s pearls at this most ungentlemanly behaviour! A wonder “soldier” in the dojo should not be Molly-coddled, but attacking his injury itself is beyond the pale! Gasp! Shocked face!
2. The merciless bastard perspective – Karate-jutsu, (practical application) as opposed to Karate-Do (philosophical Way) is about actual fighting, or budo (Way of War). And in war, no one gives you any free passes. In fact they absolutely will attack any weakness you have and do so hard. So you may as well train as life really is, weakling. And stop your whining, no one cares.

Some people that do karate take the first view, and the head of our style in Japan certainly took the second view. Personally, I have always taken my own view, which is to respond in kind. You wanna play honourable soldier, that’s fine with me. you want to play merciless bastard, that’s fine with me too.

I am a counter-puncher by nature generally anyway, and as it turns out, if you have excellent timing, that is also one of the hardest people to defeat when he’s in good form. It probably also tends to get you into more fights, because psychologically stupid people assume because you are possibly not giving out a super-aggressive vibe, that you may be “weak” or an easier prey. So they tend to over-step that red line and then find out the hard way they miscalculated.

Anyway… that kind of mentality in the dojo was only a tiny, almost insignificant version of what I grew up with at home basically, where any failure, any weakness, any psychological chink in your make-up was essentially attacked. A lapse of judgement, a too inaccurate piece of work, a lack of attention, bad workmanship, half-assed work was simply come down on like a drill sergeant might in basic training. On the other hand, neither of my parents usually had any idea what I was up to, and when I occasionally did relatively serious stupid shit (not often) my dad would tend to not even do much more than a few words.

The result of all of this is that I only became aware of certain effects it had on me much later.

I hate going clothes shopping for myself for example. Makes no sense? Well, it kinda does. The very idea of trying on different things to see which one “fits” better is kind of embarrassing to me. Just get some clothes and go. I once forced myself to do this, go and shop for clothes for myself, alone, without anyone else, and it was hard. by the end of it I think I got a couple of pairs of jeans and some t-shirts but it took me most of a day and I was exhausted by the end of it. The only partially acceptable way of doing this, and then I can only stand it for a half hour or so, is to go with the woman I was seeing at the time, or my wife currently and have them pick some stuff out for me (where I tend to reject at least 50% of it as I don’t like the look of it). Even then it’s an ordeal. My wife has taken to simply getting me clothes without me present, which I am very grateful for.

But it all stems from the (absurd) sense that exposing myself to such vanity is a weakness that I am just not comfortable having. And I mean I’m talking basic clothes ware here, it’s not like I have private showings of suits at Armani.

On the other hand, I have zero problem saying or getting what I want . Wanting something is fine. It’s the needing something I struggle with. I find it really difficult to get anything I need (a new pair of reading glasses say, or that training cycle to fix my knee, or go to the doctor for my deviated septum, etc.) and this realisation has finally come to a head, where I am resolved to get rid of that little black hole in my brain.

So I am getting that training bike, dammit.

It’s due to arrive on August 1st, and hopefully I will have finished the punching bag/s too by then. So… starting August 1st 2025, I should have no more “excuses” fake as they are anyway, and I should be able to get my ass in gear properly. I suggest you lazy-ass subscribers get whatever you need too so we can all tell ourselves we always meant to start in August anyway, not a month ago. And then we’ll see if a year from now we have all learned to be a bit fitter and bullshit ourselves and each other less.

I may, for the next instalment, post pictures of myself for the “before look” of my lazy 56 55 (for a bit longer) year-old self, but that will be limited to subscribers only, so you can poke fun but only if you pay me for it! ha!

Who said I have no sense of shame or dignity in matters of practical effort.

Oh… one last point, the T and F and HIIT training and Systema training style stuff, etc… that will all be explained next week in the Subs only post.

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My general disdain for PUAs has a long and textured history, as any reader of my far more complete (and mirrored) OG blog will know (see link at the top of my blog here on the desktop version).

The principles on which this was based were multifaceted, but in the main had to do with the fact that:

• Most of them were nowhere near as successful with women as they pretended
• They were/are essentially predators (of other men’s wallets) on top of being mostly bullshitters
• The entire premise of their supposed existence was so flawed even from a secularist perspective, and I knew this when I was essentially a pretty hedonist secularist myself
• While I was no stranger to women, and in fact I genuinely “outperformed” many PUAs in terms of how often and with what quality of woman I ended up in bed, along with a frequency of rotation of new ones that became noticeable enough for random neighbours, the local shop owner, friends from training, co-workers and even the occasional random strangers to comment on, it was never so impersonal or about raising my “notch” number. And in the overwhelming majority of cases there was always some very positive outcome even if at times the interaction was rather superficial. I mean, I indulged in situations that make the average porn-film script seem like gritty realism of documentary level plausibility. But the point is that the relation was never so psychopathic as to not consider the woman involved as a fully living creature with a value as a human being. Many PUAs not only pretended to be coldly calculating psychos that only wanted to “raise their number”, a few may even have been that, but worse, they were teaching already desperate men to model themselves as such. Perpetuating an artificiality between men and women that is entirely negative at every level, regardless of if they got laid or not.

Now we have an older, French equivalent of a PUA on substack, making some posts that at least have a slightly more erudite use of language and appear to at least describe some of the observations of modern dating life with a certain level of accuracy, if not necessarily any solutions, such as this piece .

His approach is at least somewhat more educated, and I have not researched him enough to know if he sells courses, gives subs only “advice on how to get laid”, or if he is just dispensing generalities of observations concerning women as his way to help young men. But whatever it is, it still has that veneer of a structural lie.

Not in that I think he is intentionally trying to deceive, necessarily (as I said, I would need to read a lot more of him to have an opinion on him, and frankly, I am not going to have the time or inclination to do so. His writing, while competent, is not enticing enough on its own merits, and the subject matter is uninteresting to me, having navigated in that ocean —of a pussy-hunter (as one ex referred to me)— long ago now and having left it behind in favour of my wife and now rather numerous children.

What I see though is still a very subtle, but damaging, plastic layer of falsehood over the entire topic.

He speaks of numbers and percentages and so on, and I am sure they are probably all accurate, or accurate enough, but that is still missing the point.

You, the reader, are not a mere statistic. But being treated like one, being spoken of as if you were one, being taught to see the world that way, you will have a tendency to become one.

Where is the healthy advice? Where is the:

This is the shitshow and its pitfalls… now here are the solutions.

The second part is entirely missing.

I do have young men email me and ask for advice, and where I can I provided it, to as far as I know only decent results. It’s why I wrote Caveman Theory , so I wouldn’t have to repeat myself endlessly at least on the fundamentals.

The point is each person IS unique.

And all the statistics in the world don’t mean anything if you learn to first of all know yourself, and secondly, observe reality as it is, not as you wish it were, and adapt yourself accordingly.

PUAs, and losers in general, complain and decry the limited advice what they claim “naturals” (men successful with women who have never entertained a PUA product in their life) give. Usually because it boils down to “just be yourself.”

The goblins complain because they firstly misunderstand what this means and how the “natural” intends it, and secondly because if they did understand it, they would be outraged at the inescapable consequence of that very understanding; that is: drastic acceptance of who you really are first, followed by conscious endeavour to become who you wish to be.

Goblins hate mirrors for a reason, after all.

And if you are a goblin, becoming a goblin cool enough human females want to be with you is hard work. And Elf females will still be out of reach. So… yeah… just be yourself!

Which means:

• Know yourself (based in reality, not delusion)
• Deal with objective reality (not your delusions or desires)
• Adapt accordingly
• Become the best you can be with what you have
• Play in your own range

I literally know men that are physically deformed and are nevertheless happily married.

Not to supermodels, to be sure. But married and happy nonetheless.

So if those guys can do it, you really have no excuse.

Well… you know… except for all the statistics and black pill vibe all over the internet and from the latest iteration of PUAs.

French ones at that.

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