Marital Bliss

INT: Kitchen making Coffee for the wife.

Me: Pouring cream in her coffee mug. “Tell me when.”

Wife: “When”

Wife: Walks to cup. “That’s not enough cream!”

Me: Shaking head, splashes more cream in the mug.

Wife: Huffs as if now there is too much.

Me: “Silly woman.”

Wife: Makes a face.

Me: drinks some cream.

Wife: “You should get some life insurance since you’re hellbent on clogging your arteries.”

Me: “Hmm. Nothing wrong with me.”

Wife: “Yeah, since you got the all-clear from your doctor, and your bloodwork’s all fine, now’s the time to get life insurance.”

Me: “Nah. That would just give you motive! ”

Wife: Not skipping a beat: “I already have plenty of motive! The word you’re looking for is security! ”

Maybe giving her the ivory handled .32 ACP with engraved finish for her birthday was not the wisest move. But then… what better way than to keep one’s situational awareness sharp, eh?

Silver lining guys, silver lining, that’s what a successful marriage is all about!

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Now, now, before all you harridans start your screeching because of the subtitle up there, take a look at this. I know, I KNOW, it’s a graph, which reminds you of math class, which makes you sad, but it’s okay. Really just look at it. See how the pretty line falls to the floor like a plane crashing and burning? You know what that is?

No, never mind the economy. Never mind society collapsing. Never mind the birth rate. Let me tell you about the one thing that REALLY matters to you:

That line represents your own happiness.

Honest to God. Now, bear with me while I teach you some basics, but at the end I will show you why men are pretty much to blame for all this too. Just don’t skip there right away.

That line is basically the self-reported effect of the question “how happy are you with your life” over the last 50 years.

Yeah. Hard to believe, I know, but those poor enslaved women of the 1950s who had to keep house, cook and clean and feed their own kids? They liked their life. A lot more than you like yours. And your excuse that they were all crazy, or duped, simple bitches? It doesn’t really wash.

If I were a woman, I would not care at all about politics, I would worry about looking pretty, being personable and agreeable and making a man that will look after me so happy he wouldn’t even think of straying. And look, even as a man? If I didn’t have to work like a damned slave in the salt mines at all sorts of things, looking after my own children? If THAT was all I had to do? Cook, Clean, do some washing, and look after the kids?!?!? Fuck, what a PLEASURE.

It’s EASY.

Okay, yeah, I said it and I don’t care if you are crying now. It’s fucking EASY!

First of all I would ROUTINE the fuck out of the daily tasks. The washing, and cleaning takes no more than an hour daily. The cooking may take more if you care about the other humans probably enjoying their food, but say 3 hours a day for three meals, hell, call it 4. Then you have to wash and clean and dress the little creatures when they are small, wipe their arse, that sort of thing. Say another 2 hours. And there you have a 7 hour day. If you can get a maid for a couple days a week you re-stack everything so you can even get a bit more free time. And I tell you, the kids would have a LOT more fun with me too. Because bath time would be quicker and in summer may simply be: “You’re under arrest, strip and take the hose-wash” I mean, you don’t want them to end up in jail right? And what better way to make sure they avoid it?

You got all muddy and your clothes are done? Here’s a bucket and soap. Enjoy. Oh you’re hungry? Better rush that cleaning job then son/daughter.

And you know what? The kids never resent me for teaching them these valuable and character building lessons that can pretty much all be bullet-pointed under the heading: Figure it the fuck out.

Of course, I do help them, but today, my son did all his Italian work on his own with a dictionary. The “help” he was getting from sisters, mother, teachers, is no help at all. And a google translated phone image is worse than no help.

Use that dictionary boy. When the pages are worm from use, guess what? You’ll know almost all of them in there. You wanna speed up the process? Read it. Yeah. Read the dictionary.

The point is, in life, there are no shortcuts.

The long way round is usually best. If you truly want a shortcut you have to usually be 10 times better than everyone else and work 10 times harder. Then it will LOOK like a shortcut to others, but you’ll know the cost.

So… ladies… you want to be treated like men? Good luck to ya. You’re going to die alone and your cats will piss on your dead body before they even think of eating it.

You wan to win? Play to your strengths. Be a woman.

BE

A

WOMAN.

Now, how did we get here?

Weak-ass men.

Weak, weak, weak, incels, gammas, and of course, always, Satan’s minions, the parasitic Talmudians who prey on human beings, and inevitably mass-murder them, as they did by killing some 60 million Christians in the “Bolshevik” (read Jewish) revolution.

But the problem has always been those losers who can’t get laid by simply approaching a woman and honestly asking her on a date. Those guys suffer from the male equivalent of female hysteria. Ladies, you know how you become an unfuckable harridan if you don’t get picked down properly? Well, men become radioactive pests to pussy when they don’t and can’t get laid. And they begin to hate and envy those men who can and do.

So they come up with schemes and they about for decades and centuries to attain power, be it from the local homeowners association to the PTA, to Academia, to the halls of finance, to political office and lawyering and all the rest of it.

Then they begin to implement rules and regulations, to prevent men that would have crushed their heads against the nearest wall for some of the shit they now say on the internet from afar, from simply being men. And at the same time they tell women being able to spread your legs for everyone at all times is great and empowering. Because they hope that way they too, once in a blue moon, and bluer balls, they get some too. Not lovingly, not passionately, not with sober and willing intent, but you know how it is ladies, when you’re in a desert, the shallowest pond of camel piss will seem as a spring brook to you.

And they will continue to hate the men that can get the spring brook on demand. And the women too will begin to resent the other women who can get the guy that looks like the fetching palm tree in the oasis.

And such is the war on humanity created.

And where did it start?

Protestantism.

The reduction of the nuance, respect, cherishing love, protective cordoning of female emotions that is dogmatic in Catholicism, got mechanised and reduced and simplified and chopped into neat little squares for inclusion in a spreadsheet, just like the Industrial Revolution did to human beings, and men (and children) first, so Protestantism did to women, reducing them to less effective men.

In protestant beliefs, a woman is a “helpmeet” that either has to shut up and obey, or is to be pedastalised beyond any fault.

In Catholicism women are understood and treated and cherished… AS WOMEN.

They make babies, they are our mothers, sisters, lovers, wives. They do NOT need to deal with the world. They need with the minutiae of their children and husbands and friends. They will know which fabric each child is allergic to or which flower is their favourite, or how many pebbles they have stuffed in their pockets. A father need only know they have eaten and have some clothes on, pretty much, to enjoy and have fun with his kids. Bu they feel cared for and loved by their mother, while they feel excite and serious by what they do with their father, they can feel excited and safe by what they do with their mother.

Women are not less effective men. They are a different thing from men. They are to be protected from all sorts of things, and first and foremost, from their own wild emotions. And a woman who IS protected from them, in time, will learn to control them better too. For they learn in serenity and acknowledged protection better than Mendo, who tend to learn more by overcoming hardship and challenges while retaining a cool head.

So yes, it was the leaders and powerful men that sold out. Gave up, or ignored the sneaky worm-tongues sliding around instead of stomping on their heads as soon as their forked tongues exited their heads.

And if humanity is to survive properly, worthily, and with dignity, then, rest assured, that the pedovores must be strung up high every last one. Without quarter, without mercy, and relentlessly.

And the only men that can do this and retain their humanity are those that have a TRUE connection to a loving God, yet understand the necessity of doing a necessary evil.

Such men have really only ever existed as crusading catholic knights, and the occasional noble pagan like some samurai, some ancient Romans, Spartans, Greeks, or other pre-Catholic tribes and so on.

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As some of you know, I will be taking up Cowboy Action Shooting (CAS) later this year (lots of stuff to order for it) in my continuing quest to totally ignore Clown World and its enfaggotised minions, so as to teleport myself and all of you, gentle readers, into a better world, a world where you can run down bandits for bounty when you take them in, dead or alive.

As I was lucky enough to be given my chosen CAS persona, Jonah Hex, I have been building a “bowie knife”, that probably weighs around 2kg, because, well, in the comics, if he throws it at some guy’s chest, he inevitably skews them dead. Now… I happen to have some knowledge of terminal type wounds, and well… maybe if you have said 2kg style bowie it might work, if the planets align, and so on. But anyway, if you want to see that you need to go to the YT channel (assuming the video loads, because once you take a 20mb video and edited it in iMovie it become 2Gb, so we’ll see).

AAANYYWAAY, the Bowie build is pretty time consuming, and as many of you know, patience is not exactly one of my virtues, so, when I found a fully rusted axe head… I promptly decided to cut a branch of olive tree from a fallen one that had been left in the field after the last storm, then shape it a bit, hammer the axe-head onto it. Which I did stupidly with the back of the machete instead of a hammer (because impatient) and so the machete blade snapped like it was made of glass, which either means it was going to fail anyway, or that I have mutant strength. After I hammered the axe-head on (with a hammer this time) Also hammered a piece of metal into the wood to cause an expansion of it so it stays firmly attached to the handle. I still need to tie some rope, or better yet, wet leather to the bottom of the shaft, so the wood holds together, but anyway, after I finished it, I decided to try throwing it and… well, who knew, I am a natural. Stuck in the tree first throw. I was going to be done but my son said to film it, so I gave him the phone and did it again.

Honestly never tried this before but it’s fairly easy to do.

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Aryan girl at bedtime (trying to avoid bed): Dad, I’m scared, what if a monster comes in the night when I’m sleeping?

I sit on her bedside

Me: There’s no such thing as monsters baby.

AG: But what if there is?

Me: Even if there was they can’t get in here, and even if they did get in here, no monster is going to survive. I’d kill them dead.

AG: But what if they are a zombie (she’s smart, probably thinking zombies are already dead…)

Me: No zombies would get to you, they are slow and stupid, and I would bite THEM before they can do anything.

AG: (exited and without hesitation) Yeah! And then they would become normal!

Me: uh… (I was just trying to get rid of her objections)… laughs… ok, yeah…

AG: Yeah, you can bite them and make them all normal. Thanks dad! (Gives me a hug and kiss).

Me: Okay my baby. Goodnight.

AG: Goodnight dad.

Just between us, readers, I still think I’d go for the time honoured tradition of shooting them in the face, but, eh, if you’re not willing to bite zombies to turn them back into normies, for your little girl, are you even a father at all?

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A central aspect of Sigma men is the focus on efficiency and effectiveness, though not without an approach that is flexible, sometimes so much so others can’t understand why or how it works. Not to mention the fact it may also at times be socially unacceptable.

Excellent in military endeavours, hunting (people or animals), a bunch of activities.

Not so good if you are the wife of one and on the receiving end of his approach to doing things.

I have mentioned before, as an example, that when my wife says things like: “I’m basically ready to get in the car now,” in normal male language it usually means anything from:

• I will still be 15 to 20 minutes, to,
• The Earth will rotate fully throughout another age of the zodiac.

Now, when I say “I’m ready to get in the car,” I have keys in hand and am moving towards the front door. To… SHOCKINGLY, get in the damned car.

Now the issue is that women (see the dual brain post) reference almost everything (including the weather, cosmic events, the rule of law) as being central to, created for, done in the exclusive service of… THEMSELVES. And attach all their emotions, self-worth and intrinsic value as a human being to it all. If it rains when they wanted to wear a sundress it’s because God hates them. And they will hate God for it. And since he’s not around physically they will usually blame their husband for it. 1

And Sigma men, especially when describing processes, methods, and concepts are referencing the objective Universe. And usually nothing besides that.

You can see how this goes…

SM (Sigma Male): “Darling, can you clean the gigantic mess of foodstuff you make when you attempt to do what you call “cooking” as you go along? You know, instead of try to do it either before you sit down to eat with us, so your food gets cold and we are uncomfortably waiting for you while you helicopter over the entire kitchen area, or after, when it has encrusted itself in every corner of the home?”

NW (Normal Woman): “Oh MY GOD! You evil bastard! You hate my cooking! and you are SO ungrateful! I took 14 hours to prepare this curry, you son of a bitch! You are so rude!”

SM: “14 hours? Wow. That makes it worse. I can do it in about 53 minutes. Also… doesn’t address the issue I mentioned. You know, the cleaning? It would be good if you listened better too.”

NW: Issues divorce papers the next day.

Now… for the sake of making the point, I may have dramatised the situation a little, but not by much.

It is not that the SM is a completely heartless bastard. It’s just that logically, he has determined a better way of doing anything he cares about in a way that, when compared to most people, will have achieved a level of functionality in his domain that is hard to beat or even keep up with. Especially if he has lived alone for any length of time.

And when he tells you your way of doing X sucks donkey balls in a summer heat, it’s not because he hates you, is trying to ridicule, or humiliate you. It’s because, objectively, the way you do X sucks donkey balls in a summer heat. That’s it.

Now, you may think (especially if you are a fragile gamma or omega) that the Sigma is just being harsh and hard on you and trying to put you down etc. But that is not the truth of it (in most sane Sigmas I ever encountered anyway). And if there IS a sting, it would generally be limited to when they have repeatedly told you how to do X better and you have kept ignoring them. At that point, yeah, they may well begin to make fun of your obvious stupidity. I mean, hell, if you can’t educate the monkeys, you may as well entertain yourself at their expense.

Here is an example of when *I* was educated on how to do something better (one of many, many, many examples). I was sparring with a a third dan, and a good instructor by the way, when I was a mere green belt. 2 The man mentioned to me twice that I was leaving myself open by having a posture that was too far forward and focussed on attack. I didn’t understand what the hell he was talking about and carried on doing what I was doing. At the next start of the sparring session he foot swept me so completely I ended up landing on my side, and rather heavily since my legs had been flipped to about waist height.

I landed hard, sprang up back to my feet and instinctively bowed and said “Thank you Sensei!”

He was mildly taken aback too as this was not the usual response he got from anyone who he had just sent ass over kettle. Looked at me and asked: “Do you understand now?”

“I hope so.” I said. And I had. His next attack (another quick footstep) a couple minutes later did not connect.

My saying thank you was genuine. It was not put on. It was not trying to ingratiate myself with the man. It was a simple understanding of what he had been telling me. Finally I had grasped what he meant. Sure I landed hard, bruised my hip, elbow, maybe my ass too, I don’t recall, but THAT was not important. It wasn’t about my physical incolumity, or the indignity of being dumped on my ass by a good technique. None of that mattered. I was here to learn how to fight, or at least spar. And he had just shown me a weakness I had. One I never again repeated after that, having become pretty immune to foot-sweeping for the most part.

Whether in a working environment with soft, squishy, inept humans, or in a relationship with a woman, the natural tendency of a Sigma male to ignore feelings, emotions, and possibly physical discomfort in order to prioritise effectiveness and efficiency, tends to result in human drama that is irritating to him, and most times not even understandable to his way of being.

At a biological level this is pretty much incompatible with most women for a life-long or even just generally long-term relationship.

Women that can tolerate this kind of man are few and far between, and there is a tendency (over time) for them to feel inadequate, which in most cases is objectively false, since the requirements a SM can expect are (by most foolish, weak, inept humans, you understand) invariably quite far above the normie ability level.

So, once agin, women enamoured by a SM, it would help you a lot if you can focus on the logic and the facts instead of your emotions.

And Sigmas: Your wife or girlfriend is not Lara Croft with a touch of Sgt. Rock from Easy Company when things get hard. As with all women, she needs tenderness and some human connection beyond the functional.

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I had a conversation today with a reader that is certainly an effective individual, has a achieved a rather rare position in his life and is certainly not averse to DOING; instead of sitting around, thinking about having a conversation, about possibly making a list, of approaches that one might take, heading towards the doing of a thing.

We spoke briefly about AI and its hallucinations, and he mentioned how he could not get the AI to count to 50,000 for a task, and it would only produce 10 to 12,000 of the items asked for the task. The task itself was trivial in the sense that it was not pivotal whether the Ai produced 50,000 blue widgets or green ones, but inevitably, it only produced no more than 12,000 when he corrected it multiple times. The whole thing a total waste of time, and possibly he might have wasted less time if he had done the task himself.

I have certainly encountered the issue long before AI became a thing. When I studied civil engineering, drawings were still mostly made by hand by draftsmen. This meant a revision would take time and cost money and human labour. Today, they issue drawing revisions constantly, and the buildings are not any better for it, nor are they built more efficiently except possibly by those who really DO leverage the technology mercilessly.

But to give you an idea of how bad things are, concerning the events of the great siege of Malta (from wikipedia):

Expecting another Ottoman invasion within a year, the new Grand Master, Juan de Homedes , ordered the strengthening of Fort St. Angelo at the tip of Birgu , as well as the construction of two new forts, Fort Saint Michael on the Senglea promontory and Fort Saint Elmo at the seaward end of Mount Sciberras (now Valletta ). The two new forts were built in the remarkably short period of six months in 1552. All three forts proved crucial during the Great Siege.

Fort St. Michael

Fort St. Elmo

Not exactly shacks.

Now compare this to a 9 stories commercial building in the heart of London I worked on, with all the modern machinery, which took over a year to complete. And that was with a really efficient workforce and organisation.

And remember these guys did it in the 1500s.

The upshot of our conversation was that he concluded that because today we have the ability to(only exponentially grown in the last couple of years) to forever have another iteration at practically zero cost, it causes an inability to make a choice.

And I realised this is true. From everything to relationships to building anything at all.

Swipe left as there could be a hotter guy on the next slide. Redraw a detail seven times then go back to the original either way. And that doesn’t even factor in the time lost revising the work.

I have often thought that if I can get my oldest (and coolest) typewriter to work properly, I would write a short novel on it, then scan the pages with OCR and put it up as a book. I wanted to see if doing that would actually force me to pay more attention to typos or grammatically weak sentences more; and in so doing produce a finished work faster than the possibility of endless revision.

I decided against it primarily because I don’t know where I could get the typewriter properly reconditioned. And also because I do fairly little revising myself. But one day… I will try to measure this and find out.

Our ability to have. almost infinite choice DOES result in us simply often NOT doing anything.

And this is where the Pareto principle comes in. Aim to DO something regardless of “perfection”, which is unachievable anyway, and if you get 80% done right(ish) then celebrate your success.

Ask that girl out. You may get shot down, but you won’t get shot. The worst “No” I ever had was still a polite no. usually framed as “I have a boyfriend.” And not asking will result in 100% failure rate. Those who ask eventually get. You might not get the 10 of your dreams, but you’ll eventually get someone that is stable and good for you.

Take that chance (not ridiculously crazy) at learning a new skill, or taking on a new job, or trying a new dish. Life is more fun if you DO.

It will also teach you to MAKE A DAMNED DECISION! Which is in essence what life is really about. Making decisions. One after the other, in an endless chain until you die.

I see posts on Substack giving “advice” to “people” who are “afraid” of failing at writing on Substack, so they tell them to write blog posts for a year and have them all scheduled for publication so they can have a buffer of time to become regular bloggers.

It’s absolutely idiotic.

I almost never re-read a post and as a result have some typos, or a missed punctuation here and there. So what? Just git’er DONE!

Especially you younger guys with an aversion to the written word. READ more. Read the Illiad. Read the Odyssey. Read the Lord of the Rings. Read Tarzan. Read decent books. Yes, actual books. And no, I am not going to explain why that’s important. If you DO it, you will figure it out yourself in due course.

Stop over-thinking everything and DO!

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As usual, the slow ones get left behind, as is one of my mottos, but there are still some 20 hours left if you want to take part .

Anyway, here is my take on it all:

Most of my readers thing I have interesting takes, which is an excellent result, I honestly didn’t think I would get. Age wise more than half are middle aged, so essentially mostly Gen X with a few (unusual) Boomers that might not deserve the night of the pillow, and only a few of the under 33, that is Millennials and Zoomers. Possibly this is due to those cohorts being composed mostly of illiterates that relate to the written word similarly to how a troglodyte from 7,000 BC might relate to “magical” kanji from Japan.

It’s a little disappointing, because I sincerely write mostly for younger men, to try and help them navigate the absolute swamp of lies, bullshit, and oppressive controls they were already born under that are only intensifying. BUT… you GenXers… it’s your DUTY to help those poor enslaved souls that came after us towards the light of rebellious freedom, and hopefully torching of everything the WEF and their pedovores and Talmudic masters stand for.

There are apparently at least a dozen or more women that read the blog, which is nice. I expect if they are not hate-readers that they form roughly the percentage of women capable of at least momentarily putting their solipsism aside and reasoning with the left brain instead of strictly the right side. And this should confirm to the incense out there that there remain plenty of decent ones available. 1

And none of my readers appear to be mentally ill, which means that my practice of summarily banning the crazies without warning is working.

Lastly, we can tell the most about my readers from the last question. Here it is:

1. Most are Americans (Colt 1911)
2. Older/middle aged (Colt 1911/SA Colt)
3. Traditional (Colt 1911/.357 Magnum/SA Colt in .45 LC)
4. Male (guns: yes)
5. Sadly, about a third of them are “spray and pray” types (High Capacity 9mm)

You might disagree, on that last one, but hear me out.

You’re teleported to a random point in the past, which means you probably lose contact with everyone you know. You may quite likely end up in a time when guns didn’t even exist, and your first concern is to be fearful enough that “high capacity” is your first concern? Unless you are a woman, this is inexcusable.

I mean, for a start caliber size means almost nothing, as I have explained in detail before . So the only justification for selecting a high capacity 9mm is fear.

I mean, sure, there could be some “guy” transitioning on hormones or something that truly “likes” the plastic 9mm things, or maybe you really are that freak with a full metal custom staccato with compensator who has it because he watches that freak of nature Pew View… BUT… unless you ARE the Pew View guy 2 … I am calling your choice borderline suspect homosexuality.

Why?

Think about it. Firstly, the fear factor: Wanting to have extra shots in a time of history where that is almost certainly not going to matter since most of the people will be scattering like flies after the first few round 3 can only mean you are afraid.

Secondly, you will be teleported to a time where you will no longer have any connection to anything you know except for this gun and an infinite amount of ammo for it. And what do you take? A gun that means something? Something with “relic” power? Sentimental and historical value? The much-loved Colt 1911? The Colt Python in .357 magnum? A brand new, sexy, Single Action Revolver so you can feel like a cowboy all the time (and might even BE in that era?). No. You forego any relation to tradition, family, home, love, and God! And instead you go for a plastic high capacity 9mm. You may as well be a filthy communist denying all of history!

Thirdly, the only other types that pick that one are “operators”. That is civilians, or Law Enforcement guys, who however have NEVER seen a firefight, but have ALL the gear, all the theory, and all the gizmos, none of which really make much of a difference in real life. These are basically the closeted homosexuals of the gun world.

So there you have it. My totally objective, fully impartial, non-biased in any way review of my readers.

I know you 1/3 of readers, the fancy-pants wearers, will be upset by this, but you really need to just realise two things:

1. Homosexuality is a sin
2. Become a Sedevcantist Catholic

And once you do, you too, will stop being a miserable sinner, and with due sacrifice and hard work, you too can be forgiven and then own a real gun.

So repent, and go forth for a proper gun!

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Making the case for “bigotry”

Assume you are a lone human that has a giant laser beam with a message that can save humanity from certain catastrophe. Say an impending asteroid collision they can only avoid with the information you can beam to them. But you are 4 light years away and you need to calculate the trajectory to Earth with extreme precision, because if you are out by even a tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny, fraction of a degree, you will miss the Earth entirely. How much error would you tolerate in your measurements?

Or as I put it, how much sewage is ok to have in your ice cream?

Most people will say zero.

But most people will not ACT like they say.

The first example, of the laser beam, is fundamentally closer to the issue with theology.

If you assume that there is objective truth, then only one of two possibilities can be true:

1. All the religions of Earth are in error, it’s just a matter of degree.
2. Only one of them can possibly be completely true.

If you assume 1. You will probably be some kind of secularist Zen-Agnostic Hedonist, as I was for most of my life. If you are also innumerate and possibly retarded you might also be an atheist.

If you assume 2. and God being a LOVING God, then, the only religion that objectively makes sense, that has borne the best and most fruit, in the entirety of human history, is only Catholicism; There isn’t even a close contender. Yes the situation is complicated by the fact that what most people think is Catholicism today is in fact a usurped collection of buildings housing Satanists, pedophiles, Freemasons, Homosexuals, Communists and general grifters. In short, all the things that are in perfect opposition to actual Catholicism. The infiltration and absence of a valid Pope was essentially complete in October 1958 when on the 28th day of it, the first of a continuous line of antipopes and non-Catholics usurped the throne of Peter in the Vatican.

Now… given that we have had no Pope for almost 70 years, the only valid clergy left are somewhat in disarray, and broadly speaking are in two camps. These being:

The Sedeprivationists

Who hold an absurd, illogical, nonsensical theory that the impostor non-Catholic, not-validly ordained, squatting illegally in the Vatican are “materially” legitimate even if they are not “formally” actually even Catholic. This nonsensical theory was formulated long ago, but a theologian that it was clear at the time was probably trying to give a polite “out” to those timid clergy, and perhaps even the fake “Pope” Montini, to return to the fold or at least to recognise the usurpers for the impostors they are. It was never valid Canonically, logically, dogmatically, or even with mere common sense and logic. It also flies directly in the face of Canon Law, and numerous Papal Encyclicals and Ex-Cathedrals pronouncements (i.e. infallible concepts as far as Catholics are concerned). This thesis is so absurd that it would allow the current impostor Bob, to say “I repent” and then be “accepted” as the real valid “Pope”. This is basically saying a guy who breaks into your house, kills your whole family, and tries to murder also your extended family, at some point says “Oh, my bad!” and the last surviving cousin and you, go “No worries! All is forgiven! You’re our Dad now!”

I’m not even exaggerating much. The Sedeprivationists will make noises along the lines of “No,no, no, we don’t say that! We say he must…err…say he’s REALLY SORRY first!”

Seriously.

Here is Bishop Sanborn (a valid Bishop though he is) exposing a truly nonsensical nonsense. Listen to the words.

“The Thesis of Gerard de Laurier does not say that Bergolio is a validly elected Pope… The Thesis says that he is validly elected…”

No doubt Sedeprivationists will now try to say the Bishop “misspoke” but no. The Thesis says EXACTLY that. And if his words seem contradictory, confusing, or flat out nonsensical, it’s because they are. Thesis holders, believe that Bergoglio, or the current Bob, IS in fact, according to them, VALIDLY elected. 1 How this is possible since the people “electing” him are at best arch-heretics, and currently almost certainly without any valid orders, so not even clergy of any kind as well as non-Catholics by way of heresy or never actually having been one, is “explained” by the thesis holders in perambulations, pirouettes, mental subterfuge, obfuscation, confusionism and frankly outright illogical nonsense that would make an Bizarro world seem sane and rational. But don’t take my word for it. See here .

The Totalist Sedevacantists

We, people who can do basic logic, instead apply the simple principle of Canon 188 part 4, which simply, and clearly states that:

Any office becomes vacant upon the fact and without any declaration by tacit resignation recognized by the law itself if a cleric:

4. Publicly defects from the Catholic Faith

That’s it. No declaration required. the law itself and the fact itself convicts the criminal. And once a heretic, you never get to play clergyman to anyone again.

Simple, logical, a child can get it, but not sophists or those too enamoured by their egos, or those who have become too emotionally invested with an error that provided comfort to them at a difficult time, or who were indoctrinated in it for years.

Now, you can agree with 1958 Sedevacantist Catholic like myself or not, but here is the case:

If you DO accept that real Catholicism (i.e. 1958 Sedevacantism of the Totalist persuasion) is the TRUTH. Or at least the closet and best version of the truth to actual perfect truth, 2 then, anything that deviates from it is to be rejected.

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Now, when it comes to the Sedeprivationists, they are validly elected clergy, make no mistake, but just because you are a validly elected Bishop or priest, does NOT mean you are infallible, or even smart enough to really carry out your duties well. This is a sad but real fact of human existence. Clergy are human and liable to all the weaknesses of all humans. they can be proud, arrogant, mistaken, not very bright, etcetera, etcetera, and it is the DUTY of every Catholic to certainly call out heresy, but also to point out error. Of course, perhaps a little quietly at first, as among friends. But later a bit louder, among your circle of friends, and if that fails then publicly. The Sedeprivationists have been wrong a long time and have helped stagnate progress towards recovering the true Church as a result.

There ARE valid, and well-intentioned priests and Bishops in their fold, but there is also rampant error, and this is a danger to the laity that follows them. So this error now needs to be pointed out. There are others, more polite than I, more reasonable and sensible and sensitive and charitable. And they will and do educate and speak truth in a calm and forthright and clear manner. The Contra-Thesis website is a perfect example of this. And yet, the effeminate targets of it will already complain even THAT effort is too harsh, too rude, not respectful enough to the Sede clergy in general… and to that, I say: Balls!

The Church was infiltrated and damaged greatly because the clergy of the time was too corrupt, weak and timid to stop it. And then because the laity, which was the fighting arm of the Church was cowed and beaten into “obedience” by Satanists posing as priests and bishops. 3

I have always stood my ground for whatever I saw as the highest truth even when I was a child, even when I was nowhere near being a Catholic. I cannot claim therefore, I always did this for some grander purpose. My soul was just shaped that way by God in whatever good parts that may be and by my own errors of will-to-power, or whatever else I might suffer from. I know many think it’s pride, but internally, I know well this is not one of the sins I suffer especially from. I know because 40 years of martial arts demonstrated without a doubt to me that I will lower my head without any hesitation to the truth, even if it comes from a child or an idiot, but never to a lie, an injustice, or a fraud, even if it comes from a king.

Today, at age 56, I also have had so many such instances of “me against the world” that I have had enough experience to notice a pattern that is common not just to me, but to all those like me.

• At first everyone says what a rude, barbaric, evil, arrogant, prideful stupid, troglodyte of a toxic male you are. But even then in the minds of some, the thought appears “Wow, what cringy boor! Totally no etiquette or decorum! Disgusting… and yet… if you ignore that a moment (how could you though!?) what he is fighting for is not really… well… wrong, is it?”
• If you carry on, ideologically and religiously swinging your sword atop the hill; relentlessly; taking on all comers; and gradually people see the metaphorical bodies begin to pile up —because ultimately you ARE right, and logic IS a thing, and TRUTH will out, despite your roughshod methods— some of those people that had that silent thought to themselves? They will begin to speak to each other. Still not acknowledging you in public (they may NEVER do so), but amongst each other your ideas begin to percolate.
• Next, a new face more presentable, and often ignoring your existence on purpose, (because so undignified, not productive, not a good look! Optics! Guys! Optics!) will begin to give air to your core arguments. In some cases, especially in more physical endeavours, sometimes like-minded men will actually stand with you against the hordes. And then you suddenly also have an army on your side, along with a larger one of enemies. But the enemies are weak and scatter, the guys standing next to you are like the 300 with Leonidas.
• Eventually your truth, if kept unflinchingly free of infiltration (and there WILL be infiltration, and corruption attempts, and would-be “leaders” (con-men and grifters) trying to hijack the whole thing, be sure of it) your truth will become the new standard everyone suddenly agrees was always obvious and right all along. For the most part, no one will publicly acknowledge you started the whole avalanche to begin with. And luckily, if you are like me, you don’t care very much about it. The truth is more important than who gets the glory.
• This pattern is universal. As long as your premise is based in truth and objectively valid, it will go this way IF you can last the distance. Which can be hours, days, weeks, months, years, or decades. But the pattern holds for anything; be it some scientific discovery, a process or procedure at work, logical analysis, any sort of real justice, and so on.

That said, in person, people who know me will vouch that I am a fairly personable character, that my persona online is nevertheless pretty much the same to the one in person, but the text-only approach inevitably makes it seem harsher (in reality my internal processes make the text version look like milk and honey, but I present well).

So, the point is that by my judgement, I will behave more forgivingly towards an honest ingenue, than a knowing sophist. But regardless, when it comes to clergy, error needs to be stamped out. And respect is earned, not given freely.

I do respect clergy and their choices, but not above their error towards canon law and Divine law, common sense, logic and the intent of the salvation of souls.

So to you, genteel and fragile Catholics, be you deceived laity of the Novus Ordo (you are in error, but unknowing of the details as to why, so you are Catholics), confused, brainwashed (indoctrinated) or not too-bright Sedeprivationist laity or Clergy, I do, at minimum, accept you are Catholic. But if after repeated, detailed, exposition to the facts, you persist in your error, at some point, I for one will no longer consider you Catholic. Because: Errare human est, perseverare, diabolicum. 4

You will at that point, at best, be an idiot that can cause harm, as per Professor Carlo Cipolla’s fifth law , and as such, you are more dangerous than an evil person actively trying to hurt the Church. Because you are inside the gates and unpredictable in your idiocy. The damage you can cause is illogical and unpredictable, and we are at WAR.

In a physical war, an enemy spy in your trench needs to be shot of course. But harsh as it may seem, so does a complete idiot who is liable to signal flare to overhead enemy bombers your exact position. In fact, the idiot is more dangerous. He will signal to the enemy bombers unpredictably and for no reason, to his own detriment too. Such people and the enemy spies only have one use: to be shields for the sandbags that protect your trench.

On Etiquette

Ever heard the expression Noblesse Oblige ?

It’s French from the days of Aristocracy being a thing. And it runs in some people like the blood in their veins and in others no amount of training can install it.

It refers to the fact that a nobleman has certain duties and obligations of chivalry. But some of us who have a bit more “wisdom of serpents” than the “innocence of doves” can make it a double edges sword.

Yes, I will treat you respectfully and with all due etiquette… as long as you DESERVE IT and EARN IT. And the minute you egregiously do NOT DESERVE IT, I will —by the same absolute sense of honour-bound duty tied to Justice (and Divine Justice at that, or as close as my flawed human wretch of a soul can get to it, NOT my personal sense of it)— drag you out of the temple by your hair and kick your screaming ass down the steps of it, and do a Jean Parisot de Valette on you, if not do a St. Luis the IX on you right away. 5

Why? Because Noblesse Oblige .

And in case you did not know, ALL nobility back in the day was trained for war. Each knight was trained from childhood to fight and lead men into battle. The war on “toxic” masculinity, has been one loooooooong march towards the general feminisation of men. And it is no coincidence that the proponents of the Thesis, even when well-intentioned, tend to be more effeminate, more cerebral in a sophistic way, and that’s not to mention the snakes in sheep’s clothing infesting the fake Novus Ordo “clergy” they are slimier than a blob of snot on a bed of superheated vapour moving close to the speed of light.

A man who truly understand etiquette as it’s meant to be, is the same kind of guy that knows which dessert fork to use in polite company, but will also readily leap across the dining table and stab you in the eye with it seeking your brain-stem if you turn out to be a child molester.

Now, if you are British, you might say a real gentleman would invite the pedophile to the study with a pretence of gifting him a rare book, before dispatching him; perhaps with poisoned Earl Grey tea. And that’s fair enough. Different cultures will have different takes as long as the final result is the same.

But I’m Venetian. The pedo is not making it out of your chair, never mind to the study. The added bonus is that in such circumstances, the Englishman’s wife will be very tempted to meet the Venetian later, in the study, away from gossipy eyes of course; so as not to give the “wrong impression” you know? No matter how practically accurate it might be. Perhaps under the pretence of gifting him a book on manners. Which she would probably be sure to show him just how unladylike a woman could be, if she had not studied it in depth.

All this to say, that while each man has his weaknesses and each one of us is probably an almost irredeemable sinner (but by the Grace of God!) each one of us has also his attributes that can serve our Lord, however imperfectly.

And in my case, that is generally not a “quietly into the night” kind of way. At least… not as far as the public can see.

The Trannification of potential young Crusaders

There has been an ENORMOUS amount of energy and money spent on creating all sorts of gatekeepers to real catholicism. Here is just a few of the disgusting grifters. But the point is that they do this because guess what happens if you suddenly wake up and realise… “Wait a minute…”

• Violence has always solved ALL of humanity’s problems. For good or ill, it always comes to push, shove, stab, shoot, and kill, kill, kill.
• Catholicism has been totally subverted… but why, so you go look and realise:
  • It’s the ONLY religion that has ALWAYS called out the Talmudians.
  • Look at WHO funds the globotrannification of the planet.
  • Look at WHO creates money out of thin air that they then “lend” to you at interest and that you also pay “taxes” on.
  • Look up and find out what is, and who owns the Bank of International Settlement
  • Look up who you are not allowed to criticise and who you can end up in jail for merely questioning some supposed historical facts about.
  • Look up who the leaders of the Bolsheviks were and how many Christians they intentionally killed.
  • Look up who owns most of the mass media and ask yourself why there is not a word about what a certain country does with respect to genociding a certain other country.
  • Catholicism also outlawed usury.
• And… oh… Catholic Warriors were… ABSOLUTELY FUCKING AMAZING! No, really, they were UNBELIEVABLY AWESOME.

Yeah, if you do all that, you might ask yourself… “Wait… is there a Crusade I can join?”

And yes. Yes there is. And it is forming. Just keep your eyes on this blog. It will happen in the next few weeks that there will be a site, with various sections. And you just need to become part of it. You only need to be a 1958 Sede Catholic of the Totalist position, or at least interested enough in finding out more. Kind of like Starship Troopers: Would you like to know more? Well, soon, there will be a place you can click to, to find out more.

Also, if you did get to the end of this long post: Well done, you’re the kind of relentless autist we want. Get ready.

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I have been saying this in multiple long-form ways for years now. Perhaps, I need to broaden my audience by making it concise and to the point. So here it is in 3 simple bullet points, that I will expand on below for those of you who can read more than a paragraph before some shiny new notification on your self-hypnotising palm-device flits you away and you forget to stop being a zombie.

• It’s not a coincidence. Your fatigue of all politics, all AI, all new ideas, all the various “solutions” you’re supposed to do to be healthy, successful, in love, married, be a good parent, have plenty of money, and on, and on, and on, is all exactly how they want you. Tired of it all. And you are. We all are.
• There is ALMOST no solution to it because they have truly fucked with reality to a degree where anything can be a lie, all video and photos can be faked, every absurd political ideology is bullshit and at every turn just trying to survive is too tiring to even THINK about going out, making friends, connecting with people, it’s all too tiring… Except, there IS a solution, but it’s counter-intuitive.
• You need to shut off from the world even MORE in order to re-discover reality, a reality that is unshakable, real, present and does not shift under your feet like quicksand. A reality you can RELY on to stay the same and not shock you, confuse you, or lie to you.

That’s it. Three steps.

1. Understand the problem, it’s not you, it’s what’s been done to you.
2. Take responsibility to get out from under it. This is not a raw willpower by sheer mental strength issue. This is a willingness to SEE the reality of the problem first of all. On some level you already know a lot of this, but you probably don’t know HOW it affects you, and WHY it makes you so apathetic.
3. The fix. the thing that will RE-ENERGISE you. The fix that will heal the confusion, the apathy, the weakness you feel entering your bones and your inability to care enough to do anything about it.

Even so, even spelt out in simple words, many of you will fail. Many of you will remain zombified and continue doom-scrolling Substack, this very blog, TikTok, and ultimately your very life; doomscrolling it right into the shitter with not even a whimper. Just a sign of nothingness, an exhaustion of the soul.

There is nothing I can do about that, and perhaps it really is best such people just become the mouldy couch potato they are. They are the real carbon tax; stealing oxygen that could be put to better use for the growth of moss. Reindeer eat moss, and reindeer are at least pretty and inoffensive, unlike most humans.

But assuming you are not one of them, here are the three bullet-points spelt out in more detail.

It is not you. It’s them, and this is how they do it.

They brainwash you on every channel available. Constantly. They sell you and lies and fake ideology and trannyfagism of all kinds. Maybe you even bought into it and are “transitioning” your kids, and may God burn you alive if you are.

They feed you poison and call it food.

They chemtrail the whole planet.

They made you believe “democracy” is “best” instead of it being a demon-o-cracy.

They made you believe all violence is bad.

They made you believe all the ancient heroes were gay or evil.

They made you believe that fake, made out of thin air fiat money has some intrinsic value, and the whole world runs on it, and it does, absurd as it is.

They made you believe “medicine” is fixing nature.

They made you believe nature is bad, and artificial and fake is good.

And above all they scare you. All the time. In a million ways.

You need more money. And you don’t have enough.

You need more fame. And no one knows you even live and breathe.

You need more, more, more, 1 and you keep feeling less and less and less. 2

They make you believe all women are gold-digging whores and all men are useless betas or bastard fuckbois.

They make you think children are a problem instead of a joy.

They make you believe diversity is strength instead of it being rapy invasion and undeclared war.

They make you believe every race except whites have a right to self-determinacy, protected class, and victim status.

They make you believe all violence is bad.

They make you believe normal, correct, male behaviour and responses is “toxic” and that female hyper sexuality is a net good regardless of consequences.

They make you think “being happy” and “finding yourself” is all-important and your inalienable “human right”.

They make you believe men can be women and vice versa and that sex should be called gender so they can then claim that sex is a social construct instead of a biological unalterable reality.

They pervert language, facts, objective reality and make everything “relative” so they can feed you the lie that “everyone has their own truth” instead of the reality that there is an objective reality that has ZERO concern with how you feel about it.

This is what happens in your mind

All of the above (an much more) serves to keep you in a constant state of confusion and fear, which makes you fragile and extremely susceptible to suggestion (hypnosis and altered states of consciousness that can effectively re-write aspects of your behaviour and personality). In such a state people will almost invariably gravitate towards the path of least resistance. The psychological weight/stress of all the above makes any kind of rebellion even more difficult and heavy and so people will choose the “easy way out instead”. Instead of using cash (you need to go get it out, you get charged a fee for doing so, etc.) you start to use digital money on your mobile phone. Instead of ripping out geopositioning technology in your car, and the ability for it to be remotely controlled you acquiesce to the ease of having an integrated GPS and a technocratic embedding of technology you don’t understand in everything you use for “convenience”. Neither you nor the people who literally designed the AI know how or why it does what it does, but you nevertheless trust it to guide your life choices in everything from what food to eat to how to relate to your wife/husband.

In short, you enslave yourself, always taking the “easier” path, and never having the will, the staying power, the time, and resources to “rebel” or “fight back” or at least merely say “No”.

This is what you need to happen instead in your mind

You need to have enough energy to say “No.” To rebel. To become self-sufficient and not even need fiat “money”. You need to have enough energy to take action at the local level of government, academia, and practical effects of your local community.

You need to have enough drive and passion to use the same nepotism the demon-crats, liberals, activist faggots, and above all carpet-bagging Jews used to hijack every government, and other structure of modern society, and reverse the trend by putting in sane people with policies and laws and actions that protect the local community, the native tribe, and the members of your specific ethnic and religious tribe.

In order to GET that energy you need to reconnect with reality, and the only reality that you can be sure is real today is the one directly and physically in front of your eyes that you can physically interact with. Anything remote is digitalised and therefore open to total fraud, fakery and gayness. Do in the physical, real, in front of you.

This is how you get it

First of all, stop telling me (yourself) how this will not work.

Secondly, stop telling me (yourself) all the reasons why you think it will not work.

Thirdly, stop asking me (yourself) all the reasons why it should/might/will work. You don’t know the answers, and you will not know the answers even after this has worked in most cases. You don’t need to know the answers. You can find out the answers AFTER you do the things if you really want.

Fourthly, stop telling me (yourself) that you need “proof” it works before you try/buy/do it. You don’t. You need to act, not examine anything. Not “think about it” not “evaluate it”. You have been conditioned to over-analyse anything as an excuse not to DO anything, remember? Your oh-so-careful-intellectual-masturbation will not move you an iota towards the doing . In most cases, your lazy-ass brain will convince you that you are smarter than me/this/all of it, and you don’t need to do the things and/or you have a better way of doing them (which involves NOT doing them).

Fifth, and most important: recognise you are a brainwashed survivor. You are still brainwashed. You don’t know how to get out of it. You don’t know shit. You stumbled onto this blog by blind luck, divine providence, or some random coincidence, and IF you simply follow the steps below, you will begin to clear your head of all the confusion, all the fear, all the loneliness (even if you might still be alone, you will not be for much longer, and you will in any case begin to appreciate the alone-time as useful time to get better while you DO the things).

The thing you need to do

It’s really just ONE thing, but it can be reinforced in million ways, and it is this:

You need to reconnect with reality. Which means doing physical things. In the physical world, with your hands, with real people. Interacting face to face (it doesn’t matter if they are all still zombies, so where you, and a few may be occasionally half-awake). It sounds stupid, but it’s not. Any/all of the following things will do:

1. LEAVE YOUR PHONE BEHIND

Then go do stuff. Go for a walk in the park or a forest. Notice natural things. Observe. Ignore and reject the separation-from-my-puppet-master-device anxiety. It will be strong at first. LEAVE YOUR PHONE AT HOME. Learn to read a map in paper form. Pick flowers. Go to a gun range. Take up martial arts, ballet, modern dance, archery, yoga, train to be a trapeze artist, it doesn’t matter what, pick a skill/hobby/thing that you can do WITHOUT NEEDING A PHONE ON YOU. And do it. Make it something you are truly interested in or that exited you and is FUN. Forget utility, forget “efficiency” forget if it’s “useful”. Take up swimming, take up something that gets you to move your body, and ideally interact with other people WHERE YOU DO NOT NEED OR USE OR HAVE ON YOU a phone. It can be a weekly game of role-playing with your friends. It can be learning to throw axes, it doesn’t matter, pick something YOU want to do. And DO it. And oh, one thing: LEAVE YOUR PHONE BEHIND. And leave it behind EVERY time you do it. Ideally it’s something so interesting and fun you do it every day. Even if only 30 minutes, 10 minutes, is even something, but ideally it’s something that gets you out of the house and AWAY FORM YOUR PHONE. Notice the discomfort of BEING AWAY FROM YOUR PHONE. Notice it. You are a junkie. You see? You are a drug addict. You are brainwashed. you are dependant on your pocket demon. Realise it. Get away from the fucking thing. It’s not your friend. at least for this activity you need to do regularly, LEAVE YOUR PHONE BEHIND. And if it turns out that ninjitsu is bullshit (it is), or that watercolour painting nude models is actually boring, or that skipping rocks on the nearest lake is not all you thought it would be, then pick something else, and stick with one thing you DO like when you find it. Don’t be too harsh on yourself at first if your fantasy hobby doesn’t meet your expectations, after all, you are a junkie, they made you weak. BUT that’s no excuse. You DO need to pick something and stick with it eventually. at most at thing number 5 you stick with it. Ideally no more than three attempts, say golf turns out to be mind-numbing (it is), they don’t allow combat shooting where you are, the yoga class is given by a tranny that is eyeing you meaningfully, and going to gym bores you stiff, well, you’re on number five: Knife throwing in your garden for an hour a day it is. Stick with it.

2. TALK TO OTHER HUMANS IN PERSON

Say hello to the people at the bus stop. They will look at you weird and move away from you. Smile and just wait for the bus silently. Talk to girl at the cashier’s without hitting on her. Say hi t the old lady at the post office without any ulterior motive than asking about the weather. Go to any party or social event you can and are invited to. Not loud clubs where drugs and noise make you MORE zombified, but things were you actually need to talk to other people. Whatever and wherever you are INTERACT with humans face to face. Not via a computer, not FaceTime, not zoom, not Teams. IN PERSON. Talk to everyone without becoming weird. You may not know HOW to not be weird, you brainwashed shut-in, you. But you will learn. No one is going to assault you for saying hello. Speak to the Lebanese waiter. Ask him about his freaky Islamic, pedophile religion. Fake interest if you must, but INTERACT. Learn to be comfortable speaking to humans face to face. Smile, be polite, and at least at first never make any off-colour jokes. By the time you get good at this you can get away with a lot. I am 56 and I can still attract pretty women half my age if I want to. I don’t do it with any real or sexual intent anymore because I am happily married, but it’s still fun to do and in fact, I am generally so at ease that I sometimes get hit on hard by random womenI interact with casually. In fact it happened at least twice in the last week. Once in a bar when I went to pay for the petrol I had filled up, the cashier made up the most absurd excuse to try and convince me fate had brought me to her till that day. I politely mentioned my wife and several kids waiting in the car. Did she relent? Nope. Ok, you might say that was coincidence, but it’s not. It happened again at a food counter when I went shopping. Learning to talk to anyone and everyone improves their day too. Be funny, flirtatious, friendly, or just give them something to change their day (for the better) for a few seconds. Once you are good at it you can have people begin to interact with you because some aspects of you give off that aura of self-confidence, or of being comfortable in your own skin and around people too. I used to play a game with myself on the tube in London when I was still single (mostly, between one day and the next woman). London is a notoriously stand-offish city and the Brits are not known for their chattiness. Asking someone the time on the tube is akin to asking for a firework and a small pig in just about any other Southern European city in Southern Europe. They will look at you as if you are a mass murderer. Well, I had perfected the art of being interesting while non-threatening, and no, I did not “peacock” or do any weird thing. I just got really good at talking to anyone at any time. So I tested out this theory by starting a conversation with pretty women on the tube that were standing or sitting near me. I did NOT do it to pick them up. I just did it as practice to talk to people and pretty women, because hey, I had a hobby, right? After a while I noticed I could get a woman to start talking to me just by standing near her for a few minutes. not always (about 50% of the time) and not doing anything weird or even looking at her. About 20% of the ones that did NOT start a conversation I believe wanted to but were too shy to, and if I did start it myself they responded well (my testing this on the 20% I figured were interested was about 95% accurate). Anyway, I am not telling you this to boast, as I say, I didn’t do this to become sexual with those strangers. 3 I did it because I was interested in trying to learn how to not be such a misanthrope. I still for the most part can do without most of humanity, but at least I can interact and entertain myself with them enough that being amongst them is not tiring, and can be genuinely fun.

3. HAVE A PLAN FOR THE FUTURE

Your plan will fail. Because any plan that meets with reality is plan that just got punched in the face by Mike Tyson. But it doesn’t matter. have a plan, one that YOU made up. Not one that was fed to you by the brainwashing cycles, the TV, your aunt Maude, your parents, or your “friends”. You want to be the foremost investigator of the life-cycle of the earth-worm? Do it. Work towards it. Pick something you are genuinely interested in. Which all boils down to the most important rule of all: KNOW YOURSELF.

I could have been an excellent lawyer, surgeon or programmer. I have enough intelligence and ability in each of those fields to become genuinely successful at it, but none of them interested me. The idea of wasting years of my life studying arbitrary laws was less appealing than being in an active war-zone. I don’t care enough about people to want to become a surgeon, generally, but if I did become one, paradoxically, the ones I lost would haunt me. And while I would be an excellent programmer, the idea of spending my days in front of a keyboard to program machines drains my soul. I do like writing, and I do THAT enough as it is, and I wish I could type faster than I do, but at least I am sharing my thoughts. Programming would feel like giving my life-force to the machine.

I wanted to explore things, places, and people (well, the female pretty people anyway) and I did. A lot. And it was fun for a time, but then I had done all of that enough and since no one was offering me millions to go find lost cities in the Amazon, I figured making children would be a good adventure, and it has been the most absolutely incredible one ever and it’s one that will not end even after I am dead. Did I plan it all? Did I fuck. I have always been comfortable with the unknown, vast amounts of it, so when I decided family was it, my first try at it blew up in my face spectacularly. But I got up, dusted myself off, stitched up a few mortal wounds, learnt from it, and tried again, and my second try at it is spectacularly good. 4

My total extent of planning? So as to give you who may have some doubts on hope, here it is:

Age 16-19: Zero plan. Realisation life sucks, I don’t like people much at all because they are so stupid, and I figure to make it tolerable it would be nice to be with a sexy girl.

Age 19-32: Still Zero plan after finding the girl. Find sexy girl, do all sorts of crazy shit, get obsessed with martial arts, learning, and reading, thinking, writing, discovering the history of mankind (wrote the Face on Mars ), discover fame is not all that great. Realise sexy girl is never really going to be the space-woman I seek for adventures, places, and a life I still have no idea about but I know cannot be ordinary (not due to fame, just due to how people live). So we break up after 13 years together. Amicably.

Age 32-34: Plan! Get with sexy girl that likes crazy life! Get married for first time (found another sexy girl). Discover it’s still not enough. She’s ready to go on any adventure I want, but we are on vastly different levels of mental ability. I didn’t know it would matter so much. It does. We split up. Amicably.

Age 34-38: No Plan. Fuck it. Marriage is not for me. Do whatever I want and keep changing sexy girls as soon as they annoy me even mildly. Get bored. Think about it… Done pretty much every other crazy thing, so… Get a plan! Yay! Ok, Plan: get married and make a family with children. This should be interesting!

Age 38-42: Plan! Make family! Marry a narcissist (didn’t believe in vampires at all, vampires are a myth) Make a child. Oh. Look. A Vampire. Spiritual death, get reborn from the firestorm. Oh… Look… God exists…

Age 42-45: No plan. Exist. Stay alive (cause I have a daughter far away. One day maybe I’ll see her again or she’ll need me. Not a plan but a necessity: Stay alive.) Take on weird jobs. Get paid a shit load of money. Afraid of nothing, destroy Armenian/Italian firm that was composed of fraudsters, with potential threats to me, due to them losing millions. I don’t give a fuck, there is literally nothing that can frighten me. Their firm folds. Many innocents saved from being defrauded. I have no job again, did it to myself. Heh. Happy about it. Get involved with whatever random women, including possibly demonically possessed ones, and almost virginal ones. Don’t get possessed by the first type, nor ruin the second type. No plan. Just walking through life. Spend a year in Venice, the beauty of that place, alone, breaks and reshapes my heart.

Age 46 to 50: No plan. Meet woman I had a flash about 10 years earlier. We get together. Very crazy. My adventures she is fine with. She takes me on a few of her own. We both survive each other. Barely. Have a boy.

Age 50 to present: Plan. Family. Create a good environment for them all. Have another three children. Get my first one back, get her first one with us too. Move to Italy. Learn to farm (still shit at it). Write more. Make videos. Learn many things I had no idea or even interest in originally. Learn anyway. Try to teach my children. Love my wife. Love my children…

Age 56 to death: Plan. Keep loving and doing what you can for my children and wife. Also… new plan… a “bit” ambitious… but hey… go big or go home… Plan 1. create a community of self-sufficient Catholics (1958 Sedes). Plan 2. Take over local government. Plan 3. Change national government. Plan 4. Get rid of pedovores globally. By any and all means possible. Plan 5. After global cleansing is complete, rest and write more books for fun. Of course, this assumes I live to about 2,700 years of age, but… eh…details.

Now, aside exposing myself to my stalkers and haters and the NSA, the reason I wrote all of the above was to make it crystal clear that if a complete non-planner like me, —who essentially didn’t have any plan for about half a century, and now that I have one it’s fairly insane— can get this far, you can too, and probably you can do much better too.

My advantages in life have been:

• A high IQ,
• A general lack of fear,
• Actual courage when I was afraid, and,
• A mental/psychological strength that is in the very high category,
• A rather insatiable curiosity.

My downfalls have been:

• A high IQ,
• A general lack of fear,
• A general inability to give up, and,
• A rather insatiable curiosity.

If you can do basic addition and subtraction that works out to basically actually having courage when actually afraid. And honestly, without exaggeration, that is genuinely my overall main advantage I had in life. And you can verify it because I I said as much in my Systema book.

Again, my point is, you don’t need to have many positive qualities. Being a DOER is enough. DO. And try to learn from mistakes. you will make many. So you may as well make it useful.

I am not advocating to have as little of a plan as I have. I am saying that even as absent of one as I have been for most of my life, if you DO —instead of theorise and sit on your ass— you will achieve a certain level of greatness. You have to DO pretty relentlessly if you are as plan-less as me, but most people are not as plan-less. So… with a modicum of a GENERAL plan (NEVER try to have a super detailed one, God uses such plans to amuse Himself) you should achieve a lot in life as long as you ACT.

Yes you can get married and have children (bar actual physical defects). Yes even if you are crippled, ugly and stupid.

Even if you physically can’t have children you still can get married and have love and kindness and companionship in your life. Yes, even if you are crippled ugly and stupid.

Yes you can own your own property.

Yes you can feel at peace.

But you need to do what I said above: Ignore the fake and digital, and live in the real. The fake and digital is EVERYWHERE now, so you need to make the real close to home and within hand’s reach. That’s just how it is. That’s the rules of the game. It doesn’t matter if you like them or not. It doesn’t even matter if you understand them. Being wise and using them and enjoying it is best, but even if you don’t understand, and are not wise, just doing is better than not doing. And if you merely do the three things I said above: Leave your phone behind, talk to people in the real world, and plan (loosely) and act on the plan regularly, you will get better.

PLAY

It is also pivotal you add a fourth point, which was defined at length in my post titled Cowboys and Indians : Play. Find something physical and enjoyable you do just for fun.

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