Enjoying the Instabans

Now… a few days ago apparently a new reply rules thing popped up and I filled it in more as an amusement for myself since it’s not like I have ever felt the need to warn anyone before they get instabanned permanently.

You see, what most new people that come to this substack really don’t seem to grasp is that while I am very appreciative of the subscribers that out of their kindness pay for a subscription, and I DO give those guys a bit more leeway, because after all, they are showing with their wallet that they earned it, I really don’t care about numbers. And I REALLY don’t care to have complete fuckwits take up space in my comments section with their stupid shit.

And there is a LOT of stupid out there.

Really a lot.

And people really need to start figuring out that when I say one of my mottos is “leave all retards behind”, it’s not just a cute saying. I don’t need retards in my life at all. Never have, never will. So, when you make what YOU think is SUCH a smart comment, hyuk-hyuk, that everyone and anyone that has spent 5 seconds looking into knows is retarded, guess what… you get instantly permanently banned.

This is not the blog for inane comments, non-sequiturs, or you to rant your insanity on.

You can disagree with me all you like, as long as:

1. You don’t lie.
2. You don’t claim/ask/pretend something I wrote in the post wasn’t written there or ignore it and the things I already said just so you can repeat your stupid question that was already answered in the post.
3. You make the usual, debunked by centuries, idiotic protestant comments, such as:

• Catholics worship Mary
• Sedes are just Protestants
• If there is no Pope the Church has defected
• Catholics worship Saints
• Catholics took over Pagan holidays

Any one of those will get you banned.

1. Any “Pagan” LARPERS that really say anything at all. You’re too stupid, historically illiterate, delusional and a liar, to waste any time on. No one believes in Odin, no one will die for Odin, and no one cares about your retarded views.
2. Anyone pretending the Talmud doesn’t say raping little kids is not a crime or pretending Jewish Rabbis don’t say the same thing.
3. Anyone defending Israel’s genocide of Palestinians or pretending there is any such thing as Judeo-Christian ANYTHING.
4. Any “Christian” (Churchian Protestants) Zionist that thinks the Jews are the holy people we must always agree with or learn anything from or think of as some kind of “special”.

And yes, once you’re banned you STAY banned. There are 82 of such morons so far that managed to earn a ban, and I expect to hit 100 soon.

Remember boys and girls, we try to keep an idiot free zone here. Comments gotta be relevant and not completely retarded.

Glad we had this chat.

Moving on now.

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Boomers were born between 1946 and 1964 which means the youngest ones are now just over 60. Admittedly those 62 to 64 year old ones are a little less like typical boomers, even if they still have quite a lot of the traits. The reality is that as they age out, even these younger boomers tend to twist into the older version too. They try to hang on to more as their clinging to life weakens. While in the private sector this may play out better than the usual “I will spend it all and leave my kids the debt” of the Boomer generation, in the public sector they still hold on like zombies, and that is the real problem.

Now, as it happens, my own boomer dad has done well for himself and has done a relatively decent job of passing it on; complicated somewhat by our shattered family dynamics, which, in all fairness, we can lay the foundational crack of that squarely at his feet, though, I personally don’t resent him for it. One thing I have always been aware of is how the tiniest decision at any point in your life can lead to completely unexpected directions, locations, and adventures.

It might be worse, if you are born —as I apparently was— with a profound curiosity and either a complete obliviousness to what scares most people, which for all I know might be a form of retardation, or at times uncommon courage, wild-optimism, and certainly a healthy dose of self-assurance. But to put it succinctly, I think maybe it is best embodied by a bumper sticker I saw once:

“You don’t need good manners if you have fast reflexes”.

It kind of sums up how I see things really. I’m not going to censor myself and I’ll go and see and do and look at what I want, and the world can think what it wants of it.

I mention this because IF my father hadn’t blown up our family, who knows where I’d be. How many kids I’d have, or if I would be any happier. I am in fact inclined to think that a lot of the difficult times I may have had to experience on my own and far from home, may have been ultimately things that led me to a better place. I certainly learnt to appreciate a truth very few people today seem even remotely capable of understanding:

Life is not about you being happy.

Life is about you doing, seeing, and taking care of important shit. 1

Make yourself happy doing it, ‘cause that’s all there is.

It’s certainly something that even those Boomers like my dad, who did a lot of shit, were apparently always chasing instead of understanding. Chasing happiness.

What a stupid, fucking ridiculous, nonsensical concept. You may as well try to dig at the end of the rainbow looking for the pot of gold. Happiness is not anything you can hunt down. Happiness if something you decide to DO. Or feel. Or give. But you sure as shit don’t “catch it” by chasing it.

Now, sure, if you’re in jail getting ass raped on the regular, it’s a lot harder to feel that happiness, but by and large, everyone reading this isn’t in that situation. By and large none of you reading this even has it anywhere near as tough as either of my grandmothers. Hell, my maternal grandma died young, courtesy of a doctor doing a shit job on an operating table. But in her 50s she was raising both me, my brother and our two cousins, while both sets of our boomer parents were, you know, “busy”. Supposedly working hard. Maybe they were. Maybe they were partying it up and being swingers, fuck knows, but either way, I can’t really imagine leaving my kids with my boomer parents. Or even idealised Boomer parents, never mind mine. And grandma also tended a vegetable garden, traded fruits and eggs with the neighbouring farmer, and I do not recall a single day when breakfast, lunch, or dinner was ever late. As kids we didn’t even think about stuff like that, we were playing, running around, doing shit, with only a little TV after dinner, and otherwise reading books or out in the wilds of rural Italy. She had no amazon deliveries. No convenient supermarket nearby. She didn’t even drive. And she read us a story every night and got us up and dressed for school every day.

I dare say there is probably not one person reading here that even knows of a woman doing something like that today. was probably the one exception due to her becoming a widow. She may well have kept up with my grandma. Maybe even beat her. But my point is, most of you all reading this have a relatively easy life.

But easy doesn’t mean good. In fact, very often, easy means fucking disastrous for you. Because remember that shit I was talking about? (See footnote 1 if you haven’t read it yet.) Without it, you are basically a hydroponic vegetable. It’s all good and easy and clean. No germs, no predatory moles, snails, birds, and grubs. You “grow” to exactly 6.5 centimetres length, and with perfect carrot shape, and then you get bagged and shipped off to corporate… oh wait a fucking minute , the entire national grid just went to shit. Trucks don’t have any more fuel because Israel tried on the latest genocide and failed. And shit… all of a sudden, you’re gonna die and rot in 24 hours because you have ZERO capacity to “make do”. That gnarly, rough carrot, growing all crooked in half-infested ground that after the bomb is partly radioactive? That carrot will make it. Bent, a bit cancerous perhaps, but it will spawn some other mutant carrots that will thrive.

What the fuck? Is this guy writing about Boomers and Carrots?

If you’re thinking that, it’s a test. I want to see if you have the attention span to keep a couple of thoughts in your head for 30 seconds or more to make a synthesised observation a minute or two later.

Now, the reality is that the Boomers, hanging on to life with every drug they created, possibly blood transfusions from babies, or whatever other ghoulish thing they come up with, will still be around in not insignificant numbers for some 20 years.

I have been using Claude for research purposes, because as a retrieval engine it’s awesome. Don’t take anything it says for granted, ever, but pulling data, it’s really fairly good at. Here is what it spat out:

The one firm anchor is the United States. US baby boomers — those born 1946 to 1964 — numbered 76.4 million in 2012, about a quarter of the population. With mortality since then the living figure is now around 68–69 million, and boomers skew heavily white — the Baby Boomer generation is predominantly non-Hispanic white — so applying roughly the ~71% white share gives about 48–50 million white American boomers.

The other components are estimates rather than clean census counts:

• Continental Western/Northern/Southern Europe (Germany, France, Italy, Spain, the Low Countries, Scandinavia, Austria, Switzerland, Portugal, Ireland, Greece): the 1946–64 birth cohort there is large — Germany’s boom actually peaked in 1964 — and overwhelmingly of European descent. That’s on the order of 55–65 million.
• United Kingdom: roughly 12–13 million in that age band, predominantly white British.
• Canada: about 7 million white boomers.
• Australia and New Zealand together: about 5 million.

That sums to roughly 130–150 million living white people born 1946–1964 across North America, Western Europe and the Anglosphere.

Two things that move the number materially, so state your assumption when you use it:

If you fold in Central and Eastern Europe (Poland, the Czech lands, Hungary, the Baltics, the Balkans — sometimes counted as “the West” post-1990, sometimes not), add roughly another 30–40 million, pushing the figure toward 160–180 million . Russia is conventionally excluded from “the Western world.” And if you mean everyone ever born in that window rather than those still living , the number is higher again, since a substantial share of the cohort has already died (the US alone started near 76 million).

So: “more or less,” somewhere between about 130 and 180 million , with ~130–150M being the defensible figure for the core Western world and the higher end reached only by including all of Europe east of Germany. If you tell me exactly which countries you want inside the boundary, I can tighten it.

So, I assumed 20 million for Russia and came up with a current total in what I consider “the West” (which you may disagree with, but I feel even Eastern Russia is part of) of about 200 million.

In the main, these people are still holding onto the levers of governmental power, right across the board.

Then I asked Claude this:

And here is the answer:

So, twenty years from now, there will still be up to 70 million of them. The one point in our favour is that at that point, approximately 2/3 will be women, as they last longer. But of the say 20 million or so left, I have no doubt, their influence, while much reduced, will still be reverberating through much of the West.

Look, Catholicism took a major hit in 1958 with the entire Church being infiltrated by Satanists and no valid Pope left since then, and yet, in much of the world, Catholic influence still makes people behave in a decent way overall, especially in rural areas around the ex-Catholic world. Boomers dying out isn’t immediately going to get rid of their absurd policies, nonsensical theories on equality and general Communism that they have espoused as Stalin-like Kleptocrats.

And we’ll still have that cohort of squishy, mollified, gay Millennials trying to carry forward the same idiotic nonsense, so it’s not going to disappear quickly.

HOWEVER…

(Drum roll please)

Here is what we CAN do. Starting right now.

If you are GenX, like me

• Get involved. Your apathy, Breakfast Club2 mentality is passé.
• Yes, I understand the attitude, hell, I explained to a friend (who sadly passed on now) why we couldn’t change things, so yes, you bet I KNOW. But that doesn’t excuse your still sitting on the sidelines to watch the world burn. It’s time to saddle up and watch it burn as you give it a push in the right direction. Besides, the towers of flames can still make pretty sunsets from horseback just as much as from your porch. And if you manage to gulp down a lungful of chemtrail-free air once in a while, hey, you feel more alive too.
• The point is, even if you’re older, I strongly suggest you find a wife and make some children if you haven’t already. And if you do have some, educate them. Teach them all the lies they told you are lies. Show them the lies they are trying to teach them are lies too. Teach them to think for themselves and reject the lies. Teach them to be Commandos. Spartans behind enemy lines. It’s hard to maintain your integrity in the modern cess-pool that is the world, but it’s sure satisfying. Teach them. If you don’t have kids, help those who do. In any case, unless you are one of those useless appendages of life that sits on their porch waiting for death to come visit, act. There is ALWAYS something you can do. Do it. The time to check out and say “Fuck all y’all” is long past. Get stuck in. Yeah, I know… old habits are hard to break. Well, don’t be an old dog that can’t learn new tricks. If anything has ever defined GenX it’s our ability to be contrarian to everything they told us that can’t be done, that we wouldn’t do, that we couldn’t do. So… once more unto the breach!
• Oh but… divorce-rape, feminism, the state, gold-digging whores, ball-less men, and they will jail me if I say the wrong word like Tranny, or Negro, or Fag, or, or, or… EXACTLY. Grow some balls. Change it. One little piece at a time. For yourself, for your children, for their children. Snow-ball it. Read the Power of the Powerless. Do SOMETHING. But for the love of God, don’t leave it all to your children to clean up.

If you’re Millennial – And you’re Still Reading

• There may be hope for you yet if you shed that whole “life needs to hand things to me because I am special” idiotic idea, and get busy. Even harder for you will be these things:
  • The Boomer ideology in general:
    • We are NOT all equal. In fact we are ALL different.
    • Men and women never have been, and never will be, equal. And that’s fine. Ignore anyone that says otherwise, they are retarded and denying objective reality. There is NOTHING such a person can say that is of ANY value, other than possibly by random chance, and that’s not something you want to rely on.
    • Religions are NOT equal. Some are absolutely Satanic and create shitty “cultures”. In fact most of them are. You may not like it, I sure didn’t to begin with, but look into Sedevacantist Catholicism (AKA Catholicism as it was before Pedophiles and Satanists took over the Vatican in 1958)
    • Cultures are NOT equal. All the ones from outside the Western world are demonstrably WORSE than any of the ones within it. And depending on who you are and where you come from, even some cultures within it are not going to be as good or amenable to you as the one you belong to. I sure would hate to live in Germany, or Scandinavia. And most Germans have a hard time in Italy or Spain.
    • Feminism is evil, has NEVER produced anything good, and you must absolutely ignore whatever women say they think about it. Women’s thoughts on politics are essentially irrelevant. Treat them as such. There has NEVER been a society that was MAINTAINED by women, much less created by them. So why on Earth would you listen to their “ideas” about it? It’s like asking an Australian aborigine to tell you how to build the space shuttle. It’s COMPLETELY retarded.
  • Getting over your fear of divorce rape. Sure it’s a thing. Sure it can happen. Especially if you marry an entitled, spoilt, average millennial woman that thinks this whole post is “toxic” and I should be jailed/executed/neutered, for simply stating the obvious, which is all that this post is. You can also die of cancer, get run over by a bus if you don’t pay attention, and so on. I get you have zero to less than zero life experience at navigating hard problems, but you gotta learn somehow. I did write a book, at the request of others over many years, that might help you avoid the worst harpies with talons, but there are no guarantees, life is like that.
  • Make children, and raise them as described above to GenX. Of course… you gotta learn the lies are lies first, hence the list immediately above as a starting kit.
  • Almost everything you think you know about World War II is a lie. And if you don’t know anything, learn it. It does matter, and yes, it does affect YOU right now. Today. And if you manage that, you know, maybe reading a whole book or two, you may also want to read one that I, who have read literally a FEW THOUSAND BOOKS recommend as possibly the best book I ever read. Nothing can quite show you what it means to BELIEVE in something bigger than yourself than how those men and women acted almost a thousand years ago. Yes it IS relevant to you now. Far more than you know.

If you are a GenZ

Read everything above too, for the GenX and Millennials. Understand it. A lot may apply to you too. You are basically like GenX 2.0 but with more lies and less opportunities. You are REALLY going to have to learn to be hard-core Commandos and Spartans behind enemy lines. Take no shit. DO. Stick to your guns, make your own mistakes. You will make many. It’s ok. Everyone does. Just keep getting up and getting back in the fight when you get hit.

Aim to get married and have a bunch of kids. Absolutely read both Caveman Theory , The Crusades , and probably at least Believe! but if you can, also Reclaiming the Catholic Church . Are they boring? No. They are literally books than can show you how to navigate life like a fucking adventuring hero from Greek mythology. And just like in Greek Mythology, remember, there is often tragedy as well as heroism, and the glory of “winning” is mostly in overcoming decades of shit just to have your own life decent enough. You are to be Odysseus, so read the Illiad and the Odyssey too (I already did the research for you, that is about the best translation boxed set of two you can find anywhere). Now, if you think that’s a lot of reading, listen… remember how up at the top I talked about making mistakes, and everyone does them? It’s true. But you don’t HAVE to hit every single pothole in the road to learn to drive on it. And if you read even further up, remember how I said every little decision you make can have a massive impact on your life? Well, reading these books will, in my humble opinion after 56 very well-lived years on Earth (as in I did a LOT of that shit I talked about in footnote 1 below. Really a lot. Go see the OG blog and read up more if you want), I’d say that if you read those books now, your life trajectory has a considerably far better chance of being much better than if you don’t. So… up to you. Read them or not, but I told you what I think, so don’t come bitching to me later if you only figure out I was right a decade or two from now, when your life might be in shambles, because you were too lazy to read a few books.

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Anyway, back to a Boomerless World

Alright, so now I gave you a little path forward, so what? Well… the future is going to get uglier for a bit still. See what I wrote at the start about how many boomers are left and how they will still steer the narrative for a while, but… act now, when it’s still hard to even get started, and you will be WAAAAY ahead when the darker times come, which they will.

Re-creating safe ethno-states with a monolithic culture isn’t going to happen overnight or be pleasant work. But maybe we GenXers can start that massive boulder at least inching forward a little before we get planted into the ground too.

Read this essay on why you absolutely should, and MUST, ignore, reject, and abandon those that are still stuck in the feminist paradigm. It is also a fact, that all women will, to some extent or other, believe some of the feminist lies, as will a lot of men. That is what a lie is for after all, fooling people. But you must exercise discernment as to which of them can gently be led to the light of truth, and those who cannot. Now, believe me, it absolutely can be done, but… try to start with a decent chance and a suitable prospect, at least as best you can. But take heart, I personally am well acquainted with three couples all 30 or under who are on their second baby, and are zealous sedevacantist Catholics. Not one of them started out that way. All three men got there first I think (not sure about one of them, maybe his wife already was in that Church), and no they did not meet their wives in Church, and no, they were not even Catholic I believe, not even nominal Novus Ordo “Catholic”. And yes they are young, happy, in love and making babies. It’s absolutely doable. Is it going to be true for everyone reading this? No. Statistics are a fact. But it’s up to you, mostly, which statistic you fall into down the line. Start out thinking “That can’t be me” and more often than not, you’ll be right, whatever “that” is; be it good or bad.

Once the Boomers die out, and starting before they do, there is a lot of work to do. You literally have to rebuild a civilisation, but history only resonates, it doesn’t repeat. So whether “we” make it or not, is mostly up to you who come after me. I for my part am doing my best to see to it that you have the truth in one hand, and a sword in the other, or, as Richard Lionheart first put it, when the English were still Catholic:

Dieu et Mon Droit

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Which perfectly exemplifies the Catholic perspective, which is VERY far removed from the Protestant “work ethic”, which instead is a mechanisation of humanity, and Satanic at its core.

Help yourself and God will help you. Which means, work your ass off and fight. And heaven will line things up too in due course. And because you might not be so good at metaphors, that means your belief and trust in God (and the only one worth doing that with is, indeed the God of the Catholics, because the others are all Demons or false) and the “sword” is your working and DOING whatever needs doing. In Richard’s time that entailed a lot of fighting, hence the sword. It may yet mean that in your life too. And if so I hope you have a repeating rifle rather than a sword, but hey, whatever works is better than nothing.

The point is that yes, there may well be very hard times ahead. No, a lot of it will NOT be fun. And if you think your happiness is the most important thing, you will have a terrible time of it and in fact, it’s far less likely you are gonna make it. But… if like the Spartans under heavy arrow fire, you are able to laugh in the face of adversity, 3 not for show, not for fame, not because anyone is filming you in technicolor, but because in your heart you’re saying “Yeah, fuck you, anyway, I’m gonna fight, and I’ll win or die trying, fucker!” then you have the right attitude.

And like the Spartans were trained: Be smart. Don’t get caught in the bullshit and lies. Use cash. Get off your phone. Read books. Make friends in real life and train with them. Go on hikes, don’t worry about gym, work outdoors. Plant trees. Climb them. Learn to shoot. Go fishing. Buy a farm. DO SHIT.

And get some cool shades. The future is bright.

What with all the bonfires, possible nuclear bombs going off, conventional missiles, and possibly FEMA searchlights trying to track you down after you escaped the camps, you’re gonna need them.

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Someone re-posted an old post of mine from the OG blog, which by the way you should all bookmark now: TheKurganBlog.com because eventually substack will become unusable and/or ban me since I am already shadowbanned here. The commenting there is a bit slower because I don’t approve comments automatically and don’t check daily, but once this platform dies I will do so, and will start looking there every couple of days.

Everything I post here is automatically mirrored there but the reverse is not true and there are years of posts there and a good search function you can use keywords in to find various topics I posted on over the years. You will also be able to see my progression from relatively hedonistic heathen to Catholic Crusader Zealot (who hates the fake “Catholic” Novus Orco Church with a passion), and the post below is from one of those older posts, which I am sure will upset many of the new subscribers that recently signed up because one post of mine went viral about why women are going to be even MORE miserable in the near future than they already are.

Anyway, here it is (I made minor changes (typos and a few parentheticals for better definition of terms)). Enjoy screaming at the screen, all you unwashed heretics.

I keep having all sorts of people telling me how I should listen to this “Catholic” “priest” or “archbishop” that, or “wise man” when in each case they are in the very best of ALL possible cases, a fooled ignorant who hasn’t got the most basic clues of what Catholicism is. And I really do mean at best. Because in most cases they are knowingly and fully and pertinacious heretics and have been for decades.

Strickland, Vigano, Ripperger (or however you spell his name) are ALL, without exception, NOT clergy of the Catholic Church but KNOWING heretics, impostors and frauds.

Emo Jones, Tay-Tay Marshall, Milo, the more recently exposed Mike (Gary) Voris: ALL deceiving grifters that are NOT Catholic, and they know it.

It really is NOT hard to understand:

You do NOT belong to a club that has rules about who can be in the club when you don’t follow those rules.

Why this is hard for some people to grasp is a mystery to me.

You CANNOT be Catholic if you:

• Are a Freemason
• Are a Satanist (I repeat the point above here)
• Are any other religion
• Are a communist
• Are an atheist
• Are an agnostic
• Promote, promulgate and/or teach heresy
• Publicly defect from the Catholic Faith by doing or being any of the above things (and many others not listed above).
• Do not reject in toto, everyone and everything pretending to be Catholic that does not reject Vatican II, its promulgators, architects and heresies.

Similarly, as far as Christianity is concerned, ONLY Catholics are Christians.

Catholics literally put the Bible together. No one else did, no other Christianity existed and in fact Popes and the Holy Mass complete with Transubstantiation, priests not being able to be married (unless they already were before becoming priests, but even then not supposed to continue carnal marital relations), and so on were ALL present, before, during and after the Bible was put together by them, as it continued to be up until 1958 when the Papacy was taken over by the literal enemies of the Church: Satanists.

And today, anyone who is aware of Vatican II and its heresies, and yet follows the fake, impostor, Novus Orco Church, without rejecting everything and everyone related to Vatican II is NOT a Catholic and hence NOT a Christian.

The ONLY Christians left are:

• Sedevacantists, and
• Laypeople who have been fooled and are ignorant of the heresies of Vatican II and the usurpation of the Church by its enemies, so consider themselves Catholics in genuine ignorance. These people are in serious error and their souls are in peril, but if they are genuine in their intent AND genuinely unaware of the Vatican II usurpation and heresies, they are in fact considered within the Church. Once they DO become aware of it however, including by reading this post, if they then take zero steps to investigate and learn about Vatican II they are at minimum also guilty of the sin of sloth, which greatly further imperils their souls.

And that’s it. Those are the ONLY people who are actually Christian. Everyone else is either (from worst to least bad but still doomed):

• A Satanic impostor and knowing deceiver
• A prideful deceiver and grifter more interested in money than truth
• A prideful Churchian (too proud to let go of nonsensical, illogical, and obviously stupid, fake and wrong ideas even when they have no counter to this fact, no more than 5% of Protestants AT MOST, fall into this category)
• A retarded Churchian incapable of doing the most basic logic (the overwhelming majority of Protestants, that is well over 95% fall into this category)
• An ignorant atheist (all atheists are in fact ignorant of Christianity, as I was briefly when very young)
• A deceived, proud, ignorant, or stupid (or a combination of them) schismatic
• An ignorant heathen (as per atheists, this is their default setting, I know because I was one for most of my life)
• An ignorant agnostic (ditto as above)
• A generic Deist (ditto as above though I was one for only about a couple of weeks at most after a Road to Damascus moment)

And it REALLY, doesn’t matter if you don’t like it, if you disagree, or if you can even understand WHY this is true and based in absolutely flawless logic and reason. Just like it doesn’t matter if you like it, if you disagree or if you can even understand why 2+2=4.

Your opinion on the matter is thoroughly irrelevant. The facts will absolutely remain true, regardless of what you, or I, or anyone else thinks or feels about them.

So, in summary, no, I am not interested in what heretics have to say about Catholicism, other than to occasionally make use of them as an example: as a teaching moment for others.

I’m an actual Catholic. I’ll read Catholic works or listen to actual Catholic clergy in regard to matters theological for the purpose of my own learning or better or deepening understanding of anything related to it. And no one else.

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Assume for a minute that tomorrow you get uncontrovertible proof that convinces you absolutely that:

1. Aliens are real and are NOT demons (they may be assholes though)
2. They genetically engineered us millennia ago

How would that affect you?

I am genuinely curious and the replies would be too unique for a mere poll, so I’d appreciate it if you actually left a comment. As detailed as you like. I will read them all, thanks.

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Look, I KNOW that you’re all tired of being told to man-up, or worse the boomer refrain of “pulling yourself up from your bootstraps” and so on.

Look, I do get it. Life pretty much sucks and as a young guy you have a raw deal. But you see… you really need to stop being a pussy.

Because life ALWAYS sucked for men. You think you have it tough because you don’t get laid enough and you MIGHT get divorce-raped by a gold-digger? Well read some history of ANYONE worthwhile and you’ll find you are soft-skinned, weak, whiny, and fully homosexual to a degree that would make a woman blush compared to pretty much the entirety of male human history.

Read this , or this , or this , or this , or a thousand other books about pretty much any period of history before the 1960s and tremble at the very idea of having been born in one of those times with the attitude to life you have now.

So let’s first of all face that UNCOMFORTABLE FACT.

You are a gay weakling.

As the Japanese say, you can’t fix a problem until you at least first consciously become aware of it.

Now, about taking that dildo out your butt, and trying to see what you can do about actually manning up, what it actually means and how to avoid jail while doing so.

Let me give you a couple of pointers, this is from a conversation I had with a young man recently that with brutal honesty has faced that very reality:

So, I was hyper loyal from a young age, especially to my mother who was always very nurturing and caring. She would often complain about men; her bad childhood under her father, constant fights with her brother, and then obsessively complaining about my dad after he failed her (yes I do mean failed, too because he was also a weak, effeminate man). I remember my mum complaining about men from a very young age (as early as 5) and it only intensified through their divorce (from the age of 7 or so onwards).

During the formative period, my mother drilled into me, daily, that my dad was the epitome of evil. This then spilled-out into “all men” and then “anything characteristically male.” Therefore, if I ever acted like a man, that was slapped down with “you’re just like your father” (ergo, just like evil incarnate). Around all of her female friends I always heard the same conversation: “men are evil” (and then, as a side-note, noticing I was in the room: “oh, except for you”).

This lasted at least a decade.

To add insult to injury, both of my sisters were also failed (literally abused) by their father and then both divorced their respective first husbands.

At this point, I don’t begrudge the women in my family because they really were failed by the men in their lives and I don’t think they were really conscious of what they were doing (just solipsistic because, hey, women). But still, that entire perception has soaked into levels that I’m still trying to dig out.

Now, this guy is NOT the classical Gen-Z or Millennial weakling. He has managed to carve out quite a decent life for himself that allows him to essentially live where he wants without too much trouble, he likes to travel and experience different cultures, and has a good work ethic and has contributed heavily to his (hardcore) Catholic (sedevacantist) faith within his community.

Yet he never had a real male role model.

I by contrast grew up essentially feral in Africa during my formative years, then a couple of years with my grandparents in mostly rural Italy (and Italy in general is still quite human, as opposed to essentially all Anglo-Saxon cultures, whose extent of “ferality” is limited to getting drunk and fighting/fucking when drunk, which is really more of an extreme cope than actual feral/natural/wild-but-sane human behaviour).

If my brother or I came home from a fist-fight, with another kid, at most we would get asked if we won or lost, or fought honourably. My father once admonished me and my brother, at age 4 and 2 or so, because when an older African kid (maybe 6?) had made my brother cry and I went to fight him, my incensed brother tried to help me. According to my boomer dad this was unacceptable, as I should have fought the boy on my own. 1 On a previous occasion with a different Italian boy aged 7 who was also harassing my 2 year old brother, I had taken the older boy on by myself, at agee 4 and about half his size. He grabbed me by the hair and shook me for all he was worth. It hurt badly and my eyes teared up, so I couldn’t see properly, but I carried on punching even if effectively blind, and crying, and eventually one landed, splashed his nose and made the bigger boy let go of me and run off crying to his parent with his nose bleeding. My father shouted at me and sent me off to his room as punishment. My mother later came to explain to me that in reality my dad was proud but couldn’t say so in front of the other kid’s parents. I, reasonably enough, asked my mother, first of all why she was the one telling me that and not him. And secondly why he hadn’t done so when they left. Nor did he tell me so later.

Injuries were essentially ignored unless really serious. And you’d be told you were an idiot for getting injured in the first place anyway.

And we were roaming the African bush with pellet guns in places that had cobras, black mambas (which occasionally entered the house) warthogs, and so on, with no way to know if something had happened to us until we returned home. We also got motorbikes when I was 16 and my brother 14 in a place where fatalities by random drivers, drunk-drivers, and so on were a weekly occurrence.

Now, if you grew up as I did, having fired a handgun at age 2 the first time and a shotgun held up (for the weight, not the recoil) by my dad at age 4, and being allowed to go hunting with a .30-06 or a .375 with sometimes little supervision at age 11-13, it will tend to make you think that any “man” that whines about pretty much anything except maybe missing limb after an accident, is kind of a fag. And why is he whining instead of applying a tourniquet anyway, and walking himself to the nearest hospital? Fag.

And I am not the only one to see it that way. A friend I made here who grew up in rural Italy, had to drive the tractor since age 8, Including switching out attachments to it, and served clients in his parent’s bar when he wasn’t working the field, and, like me, doesn’t seem to accept/understand the very idea that something can’t be fixed somehow by simply getting some tools out and having a go. So you don’t have to grow up like Conan the Barbarian to not be a weakling.

But let me highlight it a bit more with a current Substack example from a guy that (laughably) calls himself Illimitable Man.

Does that sound smart, tough, or practical to you?

Because to me, as soon as I read it, I felt a visceral disgust, and imagined what a slimy cowardly nothing the guy is. I would be completely UNSURPRISED if he turned out to be a Pakistani farming clicks.

Here, try this:

Do you think Charlemagne would say that?

Bohemond?

Leonidas?

Julius Ceasar?

Fuck, how about the average soldier in WWI or WWII?

Any Roman soldier? Any Samurai?

Any normal Cowboy from 1875?

I mean, look, if you agree with that faggot, fuck it, it’s no skin off my nose, but seriously, if you plan to ever be a father, have children, or even just NOT be a completely irrelevant NPC in life, please, for the love of God, don’t be like that “Illimitable” faggot.

And if you think life is tough, so what? It is.

So gold-digging whores might blow your life up if you pick the wrong one? So what? I’m twice divorced, and still standing.

Try to not marry a vampire-narcissist gold-digger. And hey, if you fuck-up… because you like sticking your dick in crazy, when you KNOW it’s a bad idea (but they DO fuck better, so you see the dilemma) survive it. Change name, move to the Cambodian forest, whatever.

Yes life is hard, no one will hand you out freebies, and no one is coming to save you.

Maybe you had a fag dad. Maybe no dad. Maybe you are LITERALLY a fag. Regardless, try to man up. Yes even the actual fags. It CAN be done.

Find some role models. Read about them in books, or if you are illiterate try to find some videos while you learn how to FUCKING READ, because MEN do know how to read. And actually read. Books. Real paper ones.

Learn a martial art. Learn to shoot guns. Learn to fix an old car that doesn’t run on GPS-controlled Indian-built software in a black box computer.

Use cash and say no to digital cash.

Leave your phone at home at times and deal with the PTSD/Anxiety you get from not checking your faceborg/instagram/whatever every 15 seconds.

Go hiking. Without a phone.

Plan a revolution. Dig a trench. Buy some land and build a house in the woods.

In short… DO SHIT.

Get fit. Eat better. And hit on pretty girls. You will get rejected, so what? Learn and find a better way to say “Hello,” and start a conversation. Eventually one will talk with you. And eventually one will kiss you. And so on.

What else you got to do before you die an old man?

Doom-scroll yourself into a catatonic masturbation session while you wish you had enough money to buy a Japanese sex robot instead of a Waifu blow-up doll?

Yes the world is against you and probably hates you, and things are stacked against you. So what? They always were. But your ancestors weren’t fags who just got bent over and rammed without reproducing. That’s why you are here.

Honour them.

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