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Clown World will be more Paranoia than Gamma World

Only GenXers that played pen and paper RPGs will get this, so it probably requires a little explanation.

But first, an important point @TrevorGoodchild made on Gab, which is that high IQ types of genX in highschool and so on did play multiple RPGs as well as do sports and a bunch of other things because the school as well as life in general was not quite stimulating enough, so we invented working alternative realities to keep our brain engaged. He pointed out that JRR Tolkien didn’t invent a whole language in order to write a book. He did it because, in essence, he was bored.

Gamma World had:

  • Purebloods (aka pure strain humans) and we have those.
  • Mutants, and we have those too now, thanks to the genetic serum murder juice, except in Gamma World at least most of the times they have some super-powers. While in this version they only get defects and most likely an early death.
  • Mutated animals, and again, we have those for similar reasons to the mutated humans

But Gamma World has almost unlimited freedom. You walk around with whatever weapons you want, exploring the mutated wasteland. And we definitely do not have that in this reality.

Paranoia also had mutants, and occasionally the mutation could be useful, but more often than not it was a reason to be executed by the schizophrenic computer that ran the whole underground complex your unfortunate genetically modified clones found themselves in.

It also had various factions, communists, transhumanists, def leperd fans, and others, all vying for power and trying to eliminate every other faction. Layered over that was the nominal career of the player character which… you guessed it, was trying to out-do and survive all the others player characters. The game was so deadly that each character had six clones, as these died in spectacular fashion and often were executed by order of the all-powerful computer.

The premise of the game was that due to some catastrophic war, humans had gone underground into Alpha Complex where competing high level programmers all shoved their versions of utopia into the mainframe running things in the large underground Alpha Complex. This rendered the Computer essentially schizophrenic and paranoid, with ugly consequences for anyone that came into contact with it, which was daily due to the fact that the computer ran most of the complex. Reproduction was done exclusively by cloning and if a character started to develop normal feelings as a result of being off the hormone filled soylent green they were fed, it was a capital offence.

Well, we are not quite underground yet, but the totalitarian control under a schizophrenic “elite” who think they know best and to whom we are all subject to varying degrees is certainly coming at us fast. As is the war on anything and everything natural.

Remember that one of the WEF mottos is Nothing from Nature. Which means artificial food and transhumanism all the way.

Paranoia was a pretty funny game if played right with the right group. Hilariously so at times… as one of the players controlling a set of clones, and even more so as the referee since his job was to kill the bastards. No, really, that was an actual guideline for the referee towards the player characters: FUD and death.

That is, keep the player characters Fearful Uncertain and Doubtful and then, it literally said this: kill the bastards.

But… imagine if you now had to experience life as one of the player characters instead of the players controlling them. Well, that’s where life is heading if we don’t change it.

And personally I have no intention to become the pawn in some high-level programmer’s narrative. I’d rather navigate the radioactive wastelands of Gamma World with mutated wolves hunting me down. How about you?

What to teach the young

It is difficult to know, in uncertain times, what our children will face, but certain stable realities have always served not just my family, but until recently, every Italian, or slav, or generally South European nation. The Anglos are way behind on point number one on the list but are starting to realise the truth behind it at an intellectual level, if not yet embedded in the DNA level.

  • Never trust the government
  • Never trust authority in general
  • The individual above the system
  • Family before strangers
  • Honour before all (vast concept)
  • Your children before everyone else
  • Be loyal to those who deserve it
  • Know how to defend yourself
  • Look out for your loved ones always
  • If you are betrayed, walk away
  • Unjust laws are unjust
  • Justice before law
  • Some crimes deserve the death penalty
  • If the system is corrupt try to change it were you can and avoid it where you can’t
  • Government is corrupt
  • Verify what you’re told in school, in any context
  • Newspapers and news programs lie. Yes always. Even when they are reporting mere facts, they have an agenda. Yes always
  • Avoid politicians, lawyers and cops unless absolutely necessary
  • Above all: know yourself
  • Control your emotions

Those are the minimal basics, as for the details, I try to instil in them basic principles of overcoming obstacles rather than giving up before them, and finding alternative and multiple solutions to problems.

I’m not revealing any super-secret formula here, just essential basics, but if the last three years are any indication, there are plenty of people out there that need them.

The Charlton of Despair Continues on

Bruce Charlton continues to spread his gnostic nihilism. After concluding that the only self-motivated people are psychopaths, he adds this fully gnostic (and thus utterly false) “point”:

This includes self-identified – and indeed sincere – Christians; who lack the insight that that their own zealous and burning motivational state is using Christianity as a mere vehicle for the self-aggrandizement – a self-reinforcing process upon-which they depend like an addictive drug; a drug required in increasing doses in order to retain the (here and now, this-worldly) motivational state that they absolutely need – and without-which they would rapidly collapse into oblivion-seeking despair.

One can only believe such nonsense if one doesn’t actually really believe in Christianity at all. Ann Barnhardt has mentioned before how the vast majority of Novus Orco “Catholics” whether fake clergy or fake Catholics, regardless of whether they do so knowingly or not, don’t actually believe “any of that bullshit”. That “bullshit” being anything from transubstantiation to the sacrament of marriage.

Because Bruce is not actually a Christian, just like most so-called “christians” are not actually Christian either, the very idea of an actual Christian simply being Christian, is unconceivable to him.

Because you see, an actual Christian, unlike Bruce and all the other Churchians, does believe in all that “bullshit”. All of it. Which means he cannot be anything other than a complete, total zealot. As he should be. As he must be. As the Catholic Crusaders of 1095 were. As the knights of Malta of 1565 were. As all those priests martyred in South America who chose to be shot instead of break the sacramental seal of confession, or who chose to place themselves before a firing squad in the place of a civilian marked for execution that they knew.

Can a man that is an actual Christian, instead of some vague Churchian be anything other than a total zealot? I don’t think so. No more than an actual mathematician can agree that two and two is five.

And what does an actual Christian do? Does he rally other Christians because of personal ego? For personal gain? For status? Pride? Glory?

I don’t think so. It’s certainly not my way.

In an ideal world I could be left to write my books and ideas in peace, and make enough from those activities to have others work my fields and draw a salary as well as part of the harvest from them. I could spend a lot more time teaching my children a lot of the things and skills I know and be perfectly happy in total anonymity.

But I am not being left alone. And what’s worse, my children, and yours will be left even less alone. So, I will act and do all that needs doing to reverse that tide.

Starting with creating a proper Sedevacantist community of total Christians; i.e. actual Catholics. And build that community to be self-sufficient and large enough to determine local politics. And if I have any say, national ones too. Then global. Do I want to spend the rest of my life doing that? No. Not at all. It’s kind of harrowing and grim to consider it. But if it is what needs doing then, you bet I will. And I don’t care what nullities like Bruce Charlton think of it at all, nor does it concern me if people like him or that listen to his nonsense go their grave assuming I am an egomaniac. I don’t care for their assumptions and judgements at all. The only thing I care about are results.

So, either join me and my zealots, knowing it is not a democracy and never will be, create your own group of zealots, or get out of the way. The only other option is be our direct enemy; and no, we don’t care how many masks you put on, how many crimes of being an impostor you commit. We see you. Because as actual Christians, none of your lies, errors and deceptions are opaque to us. We see you, devil-spawn. We see you.

Wife dreams

You know how listening to most people’s dreams is a total drag? Not so my wife’s.

She usually falls asleep on the couch, pillow on my lap about 3 to 5 minutes after we sit down in the evening to attempt watching something together after the kids are all in bed and the other couple of hundred things are only partially finished.

Actual converstion:

Me (gently stroking her head awake): Babe, you’re whimpering in your sleep and your neck is getting kinked. How about you go up to bed?

Her (whimpers just like the baby daughter when she is calling you softly)

Me (holding back laughter) are you ok? Having a bad dream?

Her: No… I can’t fall asleep… I want to be human!

Me: (laughing) pretty sure you’re not even when awake!

Her: well, I’m not telling you my dream then!

Me: Oh. Was it a good one?

Her: I dreamt of it again

It’s true, she told me this the previous evening

Me: You mean…

Her: Yes. I had Tina Turner’s dog. She left it to me!

Me: (not containing laughter anymore) Why are you even dreaming this?

Her: I don’t know! But obviously there is this dog. There must be. And Tina left it to me.

… his name is Bruce.

Me: Bwahahhahahahahahha…..

Her: Yes! His name is Bruce, I’m pretty sure, same as last night.

Me: …..hahahhahahahha

Her: And he’s got weird eyes.

Me: …hahhah (tearing up from laughter) funny how? Hahhahah

Her: He’s got human eyes! (Meaningful look at me, as if this would be an important reveal of some kind).

Me: (can’t stop laughing)

*After I catch my breath*

Me: give me a kiss…

Her: (shoves cheek at me)

Me: That’s not a kiss, that’s a cheek shove!

Her: hmmm!

I obviously didn’t take Bruce’s plight seriously enough. It was tough, but somehow I managed to get a small kiss before bed. Crisis averted!

At least until Tina’s executor calls us about Bruce anyway. I can only hope he’s being well cared for until then. Him and his human eyes.

Bruce Charlton Part IV

Bruce continues to shy away from facing —even if only intellectually— the obvious.

He makes a fairly reasoned argument in this post (a bit verbose and repetitive, but I can hardly point fingers in that regard!), which are mostly summarised in the following paragraphs and which I will critique:

This means if we want action to be taken, we our-selves must take action essentially alone – without back-up, with our particular gifts and disadvantages, and from the exact situation in which we find-ourselves here-and-now.

While he makes the correct point that no one is coming to save you, so you either have to become your own saviour, or become an extremely loyal and obedient follower of someone who takes up that mantle, Bruce is absolutely wrong about having to do so alone and without backup.

His perspective here is one that, ironically enough, he later identifies as the very causation of his skewed perspective: Bruce doesn’t really have a well-founded faith. No one but Bruce has his Faith, whatever it is (gnostic Mormonism at best). And even if he were to surround himself with other gnostics that skew Mormon, there would still be no community cohesion. Because a fake religion rooted in lies cannot bear good fruit. Certainly not in a repeatable, reliable fashion. That’s because cults rarely last beyond the lifespan of the cult leader and perhaps a few of his disciples. In this regard Mormonism has achieved a certain success in its propagation, but it still remains a cult and one originating with freemasonry, so, that explains to a certain extent, it’s durability despite its absurd mythology: it is a lie compared to what it pretends to be, but there is a Satanic underbelly that is real and as with Islam, keeps it going.

But I digress. The point is that no one really believes the Mormon story. Just like no one really believes in the Xemu of scientology.

It may be situationally or economically advantageous, or in Bruce’s case, intellectually advantageous if one wants to be seen as an iconoclast, without ever having to bother to actually take a real stand.

And because no one believes it, no one is really going to sacrifice much to create a Mormon compound. Certainly not from scratch. Maybe the big megachurches will ramp up the brainwashing to hoard goods and services, but as he points out, the big megachurches are already converged.

Because each who acts positively will be acting alone in an unique situation, there can be no generic good advice about ‘what to do’. So – don’t ask for it!

Again, this presupposes your “gnostic-mormonism-for-one” is how everyone goes about things. But that is, of course, nonsense. For centuries, Catholics have started tiny communities in the middle of absolutely murderous hostility and thrived. A common faith that is true, based on reality and God, like Catholicism (Sedevacantism) gives every member an unshakable faith. And not only can you find plenty of good advice, you know for a fact it worked. From the rules of St. Benedict to the ones of St. Bernard, there are plenty of examples of small Catholic communities going on to become economic power-houses.

And because he is working essentially alone and with no back-up; anyone who is genuinely engaged in serious ‘material‘ action to change modern society positively would be stupid to reveal his plans publicly!

And yet, I have made plenty of blog posts about it, enacted my plan and continue to do so, and receive help, both in the forms of advice and physical labour. In terms of help spreading the word and prayers. And slowly, but powerfully, the community begins to form. From embryonic to a rallying point, and soon to an actual group of people geographically next to each other.

Not is it difficult to lost the practical material things you need to do:

  • Be a sedevacantist Catholic.
  • Purchase land or a home near me
  • Pool resources to create viable farmland
  • Infiltrate local politics and dismantle the bureaucracies in favour of benign dictatorships
  • I always stated it clearly from the beginning: The Kurganate is not a democracy. Not even a little bit. It’s an absolute dictatorship. Whether I am benign or not to any one member specifically depends on their contribution to the community, their honesty and their faith. So far, I have had no reason to treat anyone to a trip to the dungeons, so I’d say it’s going well.

And here we come to another crux: the material versus the spiritual.

A truly adjusted man does not see these two realms so starkly separated, for one informs the other, and vice-versa. A Catholic should be able to live in the world well, without being of it. “Well” of course probably needs to be defined, but one hint… it’s not having a Joel Osteen lifestyle.

Those who ask for action mean ‘action in the material realm’ – and they do not regard spiritual action as real. They regard spiritual activity as just an excuse for sheltering and hiding; for doing-nothing.

In many cases it is precisely that.

However, given the realities; spiritual action must be primary, must come first, must be done before any realistic change that material action can possibly succeed.

Yes, Bruce. And where, pray tell, would such spiritual impetus for action come from? One of the 40,000 atomised “interpreth as thou will” cults of Protestantism? Your own cult of quasi-Mormon Bruce? Or maybe, just maybe, you might want to look at actual Christianity, that is Sedevacantist Catholicism, because that is the only one that is actually true.

What Now, Cocaine Clown?

Black Mountain Analysis has been one of the better places to read about the likely outcomes and situations of the Russia vs. Clownworld war.

The latest article on the fall of Bakhmut-Artemovsk (hereafter referred to as Artemovsk only, since this was its original Russian name) is interesting based on a few points that most of us may have missed. For example:

If WW3 would break out, all the European politicians (???) would immediately lose all power over their military and all control over all European countries would immediately and permanently switch to the US military high command. All functions, both civilian (industry, etc.) and military. That is what happened in Ukraine as well.

This is something we all have known a long time, but there is a difference between having a vague sense of being directed by the (((neocons))) of Israel-Washington-Diaspora and realising that literal troop movements, materiel delivery and its logistics are directed by them and their lapdogs. As far as what comes out of the mouths of the puppets pretending to be our respective presidents, prime ministers and so on, well, that was always as obvious as if they had been reading a teleprompt.

But it is a different level of realisation when you are aware that actual men and their weapons —supposedly your co-nationals— are directed at the whim of a foreign power whose main goal is literally, at best, your total subjugation, and quite likely, your extermination so as to benefit them, their people and their ideologies, at literally, the expense of your flesh and blood, your children.

The drone attack on the Kremlin was highly likely ordered by the British and executed by the Ukrainian SBU or GUR. The British received their orders from the Americans. Plausible deniability. The British should start to realize that they are no better than Ukraine or Zelensky if a war should break out.

Reinforcing the point above, is the fact that if a single missile landed in London, the entirety of the British public would suddenly develop PTSD and require psychological support animals, and copious amounts of psychotropics. If the Russians followed that up with an air-drop of pamphlets entitled “There are only two sexes”, they may well begin to see mass suicides in the ancient land of Albion.

The Southern states would react different. If a missile landed on Rome (I doubt the Russians would do this, they are fond of the arts, on the other hand, if they wanted to take out Milan…) the average Italian would be most upset about the loss of historically relevant works, but would also immediately point out that they don’t even live in the Lazio, and that as Abruzzesi, or Sicilians, or Venetians, they never supported the freemasons forced fake state of Italy. The Spaniards and Greeks would be a bit more cohesive, perhaps, but not much.

Well, Zelensky is actually favorable for Russia, since he is a total idiot. Literally a clown. It is great to have such a guy as the nominal leader of the opponent. No way that Russia would attack him.

It’s hard to argue against this point. My only counter-argument would be that if they did take him out, it would be a massive morale blow to clown world. The requirement of simultaneously trying to make the cocaine-clown a much loved martyr, while trying to find a suicidal replacement, as well as trying to explain why such a loss did not mean the end of the farce, would probably break the cognitive dissonance of even some of the boomers that remain glued to CNN, ABC, NSBC, RAI TV, and all the other prostitutes of the (((American))) deep state.

An important point that I had no numbers on before (and I am not sure where Aleks gets this number from, but I think it is probably accurate) is this:

An estimated 70,000 NATO-trained Ukrainian troops. They are highly motivated and ideologically confused.

I agree with ideologically confused, in fact, retardedly brainwashed is a more apt term, but I don’t agree with highly motivated at all. Regardless of how stupid they may be, how thoroughly brainwashed, one thing I have a lot of personal experience on is what happens to such people when they are confronted with physical reality. In fact, I am so familiar with it I have even developed ethnically based generic expected responses. Americans are usually the ones that talk the loudest then end up crying in the corner, all while complaining about how it was all most unfair. East block people (Russians, Latvians, etc) are the most objective about it. Their response being something more like “Ah. I see, you kicked my ass good. I will try to learn from you now, thank you.” The Polish just get hit a lot more than the others, then leave, or just leave. Their confidence in their own ineffective ways remains unchanged but they leave the area quickly. The British will tend to not be too boastful and try to give a good accounting of themselves, including being sneaky if they can get away with it. The British influenced by Americanism however, will go into a depressive and self-destructive spiral. The Italians will try to talk their way around having any physical conflict in the first place. Then if absolutely necessary, will either run away to never be seen again, or they set your house on fire and wait outside with a shotgun to take out survivors. But when it comes to NATO soldiers, the response is mostly closer to the American one. And very quickly so.

My take is that they may start out as highly motivated, but after the first casualties on their side they will suddenly awake from their stupor and realise they are dead meat. And they will want their mommies and to run back home where they can play the glory-hound as a “survivor” of the “campaign” in Ukraine.

These people are well trained and highly motivated fighters for the Ukrainian side. Denazification and demilitarization both apply to them. What now follows does not represent my opinion, my wishes, or hopes. It is a dry analysis of the facts on the ground.

There is no way on earth that anything resembling the end of the SMO or similar could happen before these guys are all dead or have fled abroad. None whatsoever. Russia can’t let them back into the (then Russian) Ukrainian society since they are highly toxic and a multiplier of the nationalistic ideology. As long as they are part of the population of the future territory of Ukraine, there can be no real peace and reconciliation.

Agreed, but I would extend this to any and all Western NGOs. The whole concept of X nation for X nationals needs to be enforced with an iron fist in a mailed glove with spikes on it for whatever is left of Ukraine when it ends.

Everyone knows that. The Russians, the Ukrainians, the West. Before anything significant can happen, these guys need to die. And they will die soon. In fact, they are dead men walking, doing now some last activities of their lives. This is one part (of many parts) of the denazification and demilitarization effort.

They will not be missed by me or anyone rational. The fact that they too are puppets in the scheme of things, and the most disposable of puppets at that, is irrelevant. People this stupid and aggressive are a net negative for humanity. Aggressiveness itself is not necessarily a bad thing. And the stupid, like the poor, as Jesus said, will always be with us, but the stupidly aggressive and the aggressively stupid, well, the world can be improved by thinning their numbers.

There is a really important point that I think does not get enough attention, and even here, I think Aleks may have not highlighted the core of it:

Since American weapons are, by many orders of magnitude, more expensive than they should be, this is nothing less than a huge corruption scheme. Everyone in the MIC chain earns something from the flowing money and the biggest part goes back as donations to the politicians. Whose money? Yes, you are right. Your money. Your tax money. You who read this. There is a probability of 60% that you who read this are paying for this scheme since the US is taking this money all over the world from tax payers. At least for the time being… this could change quickly.

So, I come back to my initial statement. Everything will be delivered to Ukraine which fulfills the criteria mentioned above. And it’s okay.

The third criterion is crucial. If Ukraine would get something with which it could inflict serious damage (is there something like that at all?) on Russia, then this would escalate the retaliatory strikes against NATO. Since I don’t see such a wonder weapon, I have no headache at all (yet).

The above three paragraphs fail to highlight that perhaps the main fallback position of the Western “elites” pushing this agenda is simply that, as they decimate a good potion of the European slav population, they keep getting wealthier and thus later able to manoeuvre themselves into whatever protected echelon of humanity is required, while the masses below them that died and continue to starve, die and suffer, are merely a means to an end for them to continue to rule humanity from behind the scenes.

Naming and identifying these people at their various levels of influence, command, and —above all— control is important.

Getting them before a Nuremberg-style trial before execution, even more so.

Aleks thinks a lot of fighting still has to be done before the Russians will make any decisive move, and I agree. In fact, I am not even sure that any decisive move from Russia is on the cards at this point. At least, not in the way most people think. If I were Russia, my next big move may well be to place some serious military force on the doorstep of some NATO puppet, or maybe even the USA. Remember the Cuban Missile Crisis? Something along those lines, not big enough to start WW3 on its own, but enough to be a militarily relevant position if WW3 starts. And while I might not do this overtly, I would certainly be shoring up such positions covertly as I build up goodwill with the host nations.

Many would think this is a slightly insane strategy, but think, do you believe the same tribe that has tried to destroy Russia multiple times over the last 150 years or so is suddenly going to give up once Ukraine becomes a quartered corpse at Russia’s feet?

And if you were Russia, would you content yourself with having survived yet another total onslaught while just sitting back and waiting for the inevitable next time?

I wouldn’t. I’d want to hunt down every last relative of these people and remove their genetic code from planet Earth. And beyond too if required.

In fact, I would take steps to ensure that even if they go underground and become very, very quiet for decades, that I have a long list of their names and make sure each and every one of them stays underground permanently, in a permanently quiet position.

And that’s my take, built on the back of Aleks’ analysis.

The Sexually Frustrated Uglies

I have long held the theory that some of the most devious, scheming, civilisation hating individuals are that way partly because they are so undesirable sexually that they become extremely bitter and hateful.

When I say undesirable, I mean that their physical appearance mixed with their narcissistic, egomaniacal, toxic personality makes such a hideous combination that having sex with them, or any kind of loving intimate interaction, makes the alleged incestuous scat-play of Hitler (who know if it was true or slander) seems healthy and normal by comparison.

They literally make people’s skins crawl and no one sane would voluntarily choose to have intimate relations with them.

They might be very wealthy and pay for it, or they may have sex slaves locked up in a dungeon for all I know, but on a visceral, deep, genetic level, they, and everyone else, knows that they are simply never going to be treated sexually as genuine objects of desire, lust, or, least of all, love.

I speak, of course of the physical abominations that are the following:

  • Kathleen Kennedy, she of the wanting to murder all the memories of films GenX loved as kids, Star Wars (the original trilogy), Indiana Jones, And so on. I mean, look at her.

Look at the fake horse teeth, in what is that? a mouthpiece? Or are her gums literally barely under her nostrils? And look at that gouty-looking neck, not blob-like only because of the whitening, the inevitable wrinkling, visible even through the make up applied like oil-paint all over her shiny forehead, but above all, look at the fake, plastic smile, trying to hide the tiny pits of hatred that are her eyes. Look at her, pretending to be happy, when it is clear she is miserable and envy is eating her up. Clawing as she does at her being a “famous” (hated) “director” (quota-driven, woke implant). Go, tell me this woman has ever had a decent session of loving sex. Or even just genuine lustful enjoyment. No. You can tell she never has.

Lucasfilm’s President Kathleen Kennedy speaks at Fortune’s Most Powerful Women Summit in Washington October 13, 2015. REUTERS/Kevin Lamarque

Here is another. Klaus Schwab. Come on. No one, ever has had willing sex with this guy. You know it, I know, and he knows it. And that is why he wants to kill everyone off with his Satanic WEF and its programs, look at that 666 symbol in the very logo.

Look at his impotent little fists, naturally going into the obsessive wanker’s crouch when he thinks how angry he is at the world.

Or what about this guy? Bill Gates. Does that look like a man that instantly inspires sexual lust in women everywhere? Even with his billions? Honestly, look at that face.

I would bet that even if in the coming gamma world there are genetic mutations that create human-sized praying mantises, the females of the species would refuse to have sex with Bill Gates, because there is no way they would stomach eating his head.

Seriously, just look at all these supposed “Masters of the Universe” that are busy trying to poison you with murder-juice, make your children sexual toys for sexual deviants when they are not trying to mentally and physically mutilate them into believing they are the opposite sex of what they are, and trying to limit your ability to travel, eat what you want and buy what you want with your cash.

Look at them.

They are unlovable. Physically, mentally, intellectually, emotionally. On every level, any normal human would rather frolic with a bag of demon-possessed snakes than have sexual relations with one of these abominations.

It’s a real pattern. Take a look yourself and let me know your thoughts.

On Freemasons

Although the man is clearly not Catholic, I found this video on Freemasonry very interesting. It discusses a little known aspect of freemasonry while also mentioning some Freemasons that literally started false religions, like Mormonism (hi Bruce Charlton!), Jehova’s witnesses, and others.

You can also get Dr. Selwyn Stevens’ books on amazon.

As you know, I don’t have a lot of spare time, but I suggest you make some to listen to the video at the very least.

Laziness breeds stupidity

A lesson any parent needs to install in his children is to absolutely fight the scourge and mortal sin of laziness.

Now, I don’t mean that a child who stays in bed until noon is necessarily lazy, if they are up at eight and have been reading a book for four hours straight.

Or as long as they are involved in learning or doing something physical or intellectual. They could be researching the life-cycle of earthworms, or trying to memorise all the names of the craters on the Moon for all I care. neither thing is likely to feature very much in their life, but at least they are exercising their brains in some fashion. Similarly, I don’t care if they are building an entire miniature village of mud huts, and destroy their clothes doing it. In fact, that would be pretty awesome. Their mother would disagree, but you know women, they hardly see the potential of this future colossus of civilisation in its proto-stages.

What is not acceptable is the mental retardation that comes from watching TikTok videos and/or most of the trash one finds on YouTube as well as all the other streaming services. TV, does in fact, rot the brain.

And while flat out banning any TV is somewhat hard to do as well as impractical in many ways, especially if you want to future-proof them for the trash on it, and prevent them from doing the equivalent of what most Anglo/Teutonic teens do as soon as they hit drinking age: Become lifelong functional alcoholics. Because in many of those cultures, drinking was absolutely banned strictly, and then, when they hit 18 or 21, hey, you can drink all you want.

Mediterraneans feed their kids little sips of watered-down wine when they ask from a young age. I certainly tasted wine and beer long before I hit age ten, never mind 18. But I have never been a drinker, nor a smoker or other drug user. Mostly because I was future-proofed against it by my upbringing. Junkies were pointed out to us, and we had first class views to what daily consumption of marijuana does to people throughout our childhood, since many of the adult labourers in Botswana smoked it on a regular basis.

So it is with TV. One needs to educate them, maybe watch some shows with them and point out the degeneracy in even the supposedly “wholesome” and “family friendly” shows. But aside from that, if you are not on top of it, your children, and humans in general, will gravitate to sloth instead of effort.

Effort, learning, building, doing, achieving is a net good. And an attitude to be fostered and rewarded.

My little four year old son today wanted to help me while I was busy chainsawing and stacking up the cherry tree that came down with the flood and needs clearing along with several metric tons of other forest, brambles, and sticks, not to mention the mud-slide I need to find a way to format into some kind of channel. It’s not exactly work for a four year old. Nor for a fifty-three year old mind you, but there we were. And in his little boots and hat, and ear protection I put on him, he stayed next to me, sweating, red-cheeked, lifting pieces of logs that were small tree-trunk equivalents for him, and putting them in the wheel barrow for me. Then I showed him how to operate the mini-chainsaw, with both hands, making sure he was safe and I helped him hold it and he cut down several branches into manageable firewood ready bits. I was out there a couple of hours under the sun, I never asked for his help, he volunteered it, and he stuck with it, in grass that is head-height for him at least half the time too. When we finished he said he wanted to eat and he also asked if we could eat outside.

My wife, who is good at this sort of thing, captured the moment through the kitchen window.

So we did. I got some salame, an apple, and some bottled water, and we sat down outside and ate together while he asked me a bunch of questions. About what the sharpening of the knife was all about first, then about animals and what kinds of animals there are and what they eat and so on. The mosquitos also decided to join us and started eating us, so we went back inside as soon as we had finished. The point is, as long as I engage the boy, his preferred way of being is to be outside with me learning and doing things. But if you don’t do that, he would soon be swallowed by cartoons on TV or playing some silly game on an iPad. As it is, when he and his little sister play together, it is fascinating watching them and seeing the kind of little worlds they build in their imaginations.

When they say you can’t re-create the past, it’s true. We need to create a future where such things are valued and the trash on TV is identified as such and understood as such. Not just by us, but by them.

Do you think I recall any of the TV shows I watched as a kid? I have vague memories of Lupin the III, Captain Harlock and Goldrake, all Japanese mangas that were quite popular in Italy in the 1970s.

But I recall going hunting with my dad from the age of 2. I recall seeing my first fox and the first time he asked me to pick up a bird he had shot and I said to him “But it has blood.” And, according to him, looked at him not only with obvious disgust, but as if he was an idiot for even asking me to do it. I recall firing a handgun the first time, with his friend from the army standing near us watching as I exploded a small puddle with my dad’s .38 special. I was 2 years old then too. And I recall other hunting times with him and my brother. I recall when my brother and I had to hold measuring staffs for him while he measured levels for an irrigation scheme that would never have worked and he saved his employer a lot of money by figuring it out before the project begun. And my brother and I nearly passed out from dehydration because it took hours and my dad had forgotten to bring any water and it was close to 40 degrees in the shade. Not that there was any shade. Just dried grass and dust.

And I remember a thousand other memories like that, good and bad, even though many of those events that had been photographed are lost to moves, and floods, and time. But I learnt from them and they shaped me. No damned TV program did that in my childhood. And even later, it is few and far between the films or programs I saw that sparked some meaningful realisation.

It’s not about the specific activity you do, as it is the false song of demonic laziness, that lures you into a stupefying situation where you don’t need to think, don’t need to act. When all you need to do is become a sort of human couch-larva that sits and absorbs false ideology, and false doctrine, and false “normality”, for lack of the small amount of testosterone, will power, and free will that doing —and thinking, but especially doing— requires.

That laziness, if allowed to grow leads to more laziness, and with it stupidity. The excuse-making becoming the go-to response whenever something is required of the person, some action, some input.

It reminds me of a thing I had read on the old twitter account called Shit my Dad Says, which was literally quotes from a millennial’s boomer father. It stuck because it was so familiar. It could have been my own dad saying it, and indeed, now, it could easily be me saying it to one of my older daughters. It went like this (my commentary added):

Dad: Have you seen my mobile phone?

Son (clearly uninterested and trying to avoid doing anything): No.

Dad (getting irritated): Well help me look for it, I have to go.

Son (Lazily and still not having moved from the couch): Uh… what does it look like?

Dad: It looks like two horses fucking! What do you think it looks like?!

This kind of response in my house was very likely at the first “No.” which would have been swiftly followed by something like:

“Well get off your ass and starting looking for it. Quickly!”

I know, most millennials and Zyklons will consider this as a tragically abusive childhood, but the reality is that while I might not have enjoyed it at first, even in childhood already, I understood that the reaction of my father to such behaviour was because he expected more from us, he worked his ass off, and the least we could do was move ours quickly and respectfully when he rarely asked us to do something. But the added bonus was that compared to all the other kids we interacted with, many of them looked like functional retards and cripples to us. We could all swim, shoot a gun, climb rocks, and drive a car before we were 15. We thought drug-users were idiots (because they are) and weak (ditto). We got into some amazing trouble and also out of it without our parents really knowing the details (most times anyway, though sometimes it was a tacit agreement that our solving it ourselves meant we didn’t officially get “caught” so, good enough).

What neither my brother nor I can ever be accused of is being lazy.

And if a few moral, or even physical, kicks in the ass are required to get us there, so be it.

And I am certain that our upbringing was not even remotely harsh when compared to that of children a few hundred years ago. Which probably explained why a well educated teenager was expected to know how to read in Latin and Greek too, aside from his mother tongue.

Consider these things; and consider that sloth often gets put at the back of the queue when the seven deadly sins are mentioned; which makes it all the more insidious.

Blog Traffic Targets

As they say, what doesn’t get measured doesn’t get managed, and curiosity made me look at what my stats are compared to what the average is in the world according to a poll of some 400 or so web traffic analysts (if such a thing really exists).

Anyway, without getting into needless specifics, although I have been blogging a long time, I took the approach that since I have really only started doing so multiple times a day this year, I would accept that my blog is essentially as if born in 2023 but with some minimal street cred due to previous/other activities. I am also a one man show, while many blogs are actually fully professional sites with dedicated staff to them. That said, I am still in the baby end of the pool with occasional dips into the adult section.

So far, only February went over the 15k visitors in one month, the rest being between just over 6k and under 13k, which places me in the orange bar at the top. Breaking into the azure zone —as in, living there month-to-month— will definitely be a nice marker to hit.

I don’t really monetise my blog, aside from irregularly updating the books I have written that you can get on amazon and having a link on the left sidebar to Kurgan TV, that is about the extent of it. I have never been any good at marketing myself, nor do I really care to, but some aspect of statistics do fascinate me and for the first time ever, I have taken note of the traffic, this year, and I am curious to see where I can take it.

My original target was a modest total of 100k views for 2023, with 30k unique visitors. As long as I keep up the regular blogging, I will hit that comfortably a few months before year’s end, since I am at nearly 60k views and almost 20k unique visitors.

But, as I think the progression is not exactly linear (but not exponential either) I think it should be possible, with a bit of luck, to hit maybe even 200k views and 50k unique visitors, though it would be better if it was 100k, and it should be achievable if the rough ratio of just over 2 to 1 stays steady.

So, here are my blue-sky goals to be hit by 31st December 2023:

  • Over 15k a month visitors for at least 3 consecutive months of the year.
  • Over 200k views total.
  • 100k or more unique visitors.

Given we are at the end of May I think these are fairly ambitious and probably am unlikely to hit all of them, perhaps in fact I may hit none of them, but the geek in me enjoys the challenge.

Realistically I only have 3 months left to hit that 15k plus a month figure, and only seven months to more than double my total views and more than quadruple the number of unique visitors. Like I said, it’s a fairly tall order.

If I forget, remind me in December to let you know how it went.

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