So a number of events conspired to coalesce a certain perspective of life that I think it’s important for any member of the male species to become aware of.
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The things were:
The main sewage line got blocked late last night. This morning I called a plumber and he heed and hawed and maybe his way to me just doing things myself. Removed the toilet bowl, and with he help of the wife drained the crappy water and mopped it up as it flowed on the tiled bathroom floor, then rammed a mop down the tube to unclog the stoppage and then with the help of the 5 year old and some shouting “on” and “off” used the garden hose to flush out the line fully. It was a messy, smelly, disgusting job, but I had to do it. After I showered and disinfected myself and the bathroom was sterilised I contemplated some spreadsheets, sent a few emails, and pondered life.
I came across this text in my feed and it resonated:
I’ve never trusted men who have an aversion and disgust for the crass and the inelegant. The same kind of man who can’t enjoy the obscene (dark humour) the low culture (hip hop) or the crass (swearing) is a treacherous man, because he has no stomach for ugly – he is a weak man, because rather than transmute the ugly into beauty, he patently rejects it.
He does not recognise dark humour as the transmutation of pain into joy, because he gets offended. He does not recognise hip hop as a productive and artistic way to channel aggression and the atavistic will to power, because he views it as uncultured, and he doesn’t even tolerate cussing, because he wants too badly to be immaculate – his sense of hygiene is skewed in that it is not merely righteous, but pretentious. He thinks he is above ugliness, when in truth a man who never embraces ugliness is incapable of being beautiful.
He rejects some of the most fundamental tenets of the masculine spirit in that we become ugly for a greater good, and cannot be great without trips to hell – and that going on such trips is often messy. He, in his hubris, thinks he is above it all and therefore need not dirty his hands – that he is better than the men who engage in and like all these things, when really he is just a brat of the highest order. A snob.
Talking with a friend, and relating the quality and issue this post is about, he made the following comment regarding a couple of people we know and are on friendly terms with and generally would consider to be “on our side”, nevertheless, his comment was devastatingly accurate:
I long concluded that the morality of people like [Mr. X-redacted] (and [Mr. Y-redacted}) is their own caricatured vision of “great men” – as a result, theirs is the statues of virtue, but not the real, living thing.
And that, in essence is the truth.
Of course the internet is filled with copy pasta navy Seals and Sigmas hanging upside down from helicopters wielding twin colt .45s, but even in real life, the performative nature of snobby intellectuals that pontificate about
[
insert almost infinite topics here, no matter how “good”, “true”, and “beautiful”, right-wing (of the “good” kind) and so on
]
is divorced from reality.
I have seen this most starkly in the karate dojo I trained in for years in South Africa, so I will use it as an example, because the extremes are always useful to paint a framework for those not
au fait
with the concept in much detail.
Here are a couple of examples:
One guy, outside of the dojo was almost a throwback to the early hippy stages of the boomer era, a gentle soul, a musician, perennially broke, already in his 40s, humble as can be, truly a nice guy in every aspect you can think of, even if, like me, hippies tend to generally rate somewhere below fish-bait. But on the dojo floor… the man was a very honourable fighter, but hard as nails. A tough guy to fight. You weren’t going to have an easy go with him even if you were better than him technically, he would fight you good and hard, man-to-man, back out of nothing. and as soon as “Yame!” was called and he would smile and pat you on the shoulder and thank you for the match.
Another guy, who did not last very long, was a wealthy “captain of industry type”. He had the hot trophy wife on his arm when he first came to watch the class to see if the dojo was “traditional” enough for him (read hardcore). Impeccably dressed and all respectful and honourable and presenting like an elite kind of guy. But… on the dojo floor… he was fucking SCARED. he panicked, he was nervous, his whole facade of being a man’s man crumbled to dust.
I learnt to seize men up based on that intrinsic internal sense of themselves they really had, instead of the one they wanted the world to see. And while I was certainly distracted more than a couple of times by an alluring, sexy, exotic woman or three, and perhaps
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chose poorly, I hardly ever made a mistake in judging a man on this basis.
And even ignoring the internet keyboard warriors, the reality is that there are men who sure may have achieved a few things, or maybe even a great many things, but in REALITY, when it comes down to the actual foxhole of life, their performance falls FAR, FAR short of their imagined sense of self.
Now, it’s not necessary for you to have leopard crawled through no mans land to take out a few sentries guarding an enemy bunker before you perform a heroic act of selfless violence for the greater benefit of mankind. There are men utterly unsuited to such an endeavour who will nevertheless try to do it when fate puts them in such a precarious position, and there are men who trained for decades to BE that guy who will fail spectacularly when even just the hint of that reality presents itself before them.
So what I am describing is not a critique of some training or lack of skill etc. What I am describing is the utterly DELUSIONAL self-image so many men have.
I have written several books and each is dear to me in different ways,
The Face on Mars
, perhaps, one day, might be recognised as the first time someone really put the whole ancient astronaut theory together with everything else in a cogent way that fits, and I am almost certain is right in broad terms.
Reclaiming the Catholic Church and Believe
correct a bunch of lies and half-truths about Catholicism in an irrefutable manner and helped many people return to the real Catholicism as well spark intents in others that will have repercussions I can’t possibly predict but that may well change the world in a very meaningful way. But it is probably the
Systema book
that is the most personal of all. And which, at an individual level, probably tells you more about me and my views than anything else I wrote. And it is there that I tell you the most important thing a man (but anyone really) needs to do above all:
Know (for) Yourself
Which has a double meaning. Know yourself above all, and then also know (figure out) things for/by yourself too. It is the only way a man can really test himself and improve over time.
Now, because I have always had this mindset, that is, to test things in REALITY, not just in theory, I have always been fairly good at estimating my own ability to do X. and in general terms, my ability to do X is well above the average. In great part simply because I have tested myself pretty much to my limits in a variety of fields over the decades, which in time makes you better able to asses the types of risks and dangers you are used to navigating.
As a general rule, I tend to find most other men are weak, lazy and rarely capable of keeping up with me, however, I also learnt to see and respect men who will outlast me at some skill they are vastly better than me at. My body at 56 can’t recover like it did at 26 or even 36 or 46. But I can still do more than most men my age by a decent margin. I am not deluded about any of my skills, and even less so in what my reactions might be in various extreme situations, because in essence, I have already been through several extreme situations, and my responses even then were to my satisfaction and as I want to react to such things. Having children and a wife I love, makes any such situation even easier to be sure about.
But as the Illimitable Man put it, if a man is so unwilling, unable, or utterly disgusted by the raw aspects of life, well, he’s not going to be much use in any kind of emergency.
In a bad accident, you may need to get covered in blood, shout at people who otherwise remain stuck in shock, maybe even smack them out of it, act quickly, precisely and effectively. All while keeping your head about you and keep observing and acting consciously, efficiently and quickly.
In a violent situation it is generally the same. Keep your head, and react as required. If I should need to protect the life of a loved one, you can pretty much guarantee that whatever or whoever is threatening it is going to have a very bad and almost certainly, final day. That’s not hyperbole. That’s not delusional thinking. That’s the experience of coming face to face with situations and people who wanted to kill me and reacting properly. And that was way back when all I was “guarding” was my own sense of justice, personal honour or basic “fuck you” to whoever and whatever was against me in that moment. Today, I hardly care at all about my own sense of self or “pride” if you want, beyond that which is required to simply continue looking in the mirror in the morning.
On the other hand, if I needed to debone some would-be pedophile that eyed one of my kids, the resulting butchering would make Dexter flinch but I wouldn’t bat an eyelid even if the spatter was phenomenal.
These would be “warriors” that would never even dream of trying to unclog a shit-stuck pipe, butcher a pedo, or swear like a sailor once in a while, and who look at anyone who does as if they were “beneath them”, are really just NPCs in disguise. They may be the “king” in the adventure you are living, if you are an actual PC, but they are still just a background character. And from time to time, over the years and more so in my younger days, I have enjoyed —when they presumptuously stepped out of their line in an impolite way— exposing their true nature. The human equivalent of suddenly baring your teeth and growling at them, so they know they are about a second away from having the vicious dog rip their poodle-neck out if they don’t immediately go belly up, whine and apologise in a couple or three languages.
It’s quite a spectacle when it happens publicly. People freeze in any distance that could be perceived as being within the “active” radius. Men’s adrenaline kicks in, so does women’s. Generally in polite society most people freeze. In less polite societies, you might get suddenly confronted, attacked, or in some cases, you might see a couple of men just sit back and get ready to enjoy the show they expect is about to unfold before them.
If as a man you’re not capable, willing, and able —when the situation calls for it— (and NOT when it does NOT call for it)
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to throw every polite and civilised aspect of life out the window and revert to a bone-shard wielding neanderthal, ready to disembowel, bite the jugular of, and crush the skull of everyone that stands in your way, then, you sir, whatever your possible contributions to civilisation, are clearly not one of the forgers. The tip of the spear. the ones that act as the snowplow for those who will follow. And that’s fine. It is a rare breed, after all. But
please
; don’t delude yourself you are. Stay in your lane, support, follow, by all means, stand beside us in all things. Many more men will make loyal friends in the trenches that will not abandon you than there are men willing to lead from within those trenches and bring the war to the enemy. And there is nothing wrong with being such a man. In fact, they are very much needed. But the internet seems to have caused a whole great many people to delude themselves into thinking they are more than they really are when it all comes crashing down around their ears.
So, if you’re a silver-spoon-fed Daddy’s boy, or a naturally timid (scared) man, that’s fine, we all have our strengths and weaknesses. I’ll never be a great farmer, or a champion snowboarder, or many other things either.
Yes, yes, I know, Professor Cipolla, etc. but one or two readers MIGHT benefit… It’s a pretty exclusive club that follows my shadow banned blogs around the internet.
And be able to distinguish between the two with clarity, on the basis of your deep-faith, deep-self-knowledge, and deep sense of ethics, mercy, and humility. But also, on the basis of the full and righteous anger sometimes required to achieve —as best as we mortals can— the divine aspect of Justice.
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By SubStackSyncer | 9 December 2025 | Posted in SubStack
Now, I have been telling you all that AI is essentially demonic (regardless if you believe in an actual devil or not, and even regardless of if the devil existed or not).
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But… as any regular reader here knows, Professor Carlo Cipolla’s first law and fifth laws are inexorable like death and taxes. Furthermore, the morons doing things like what I do too, use AI to make fast book covers, or make a song, or even (barf) a piece of “writing” because it’s faster and if you are just doing things for commercial use that are one offs and don’t affect things at a larger scale you can literally do what I always advocate INTELLIGENT and HARDENED BELIVERS do, which is use the devil’s own tools against him.
See this here Substack? I am shadow banned on it. And yes I told you this a while back although now some have actually essentially proved it empirically without shadow of a doubt, and my OG blog was hacked by literally state level attack, although it’s back up and you should bookmark it and share it with friends and drive all traffic to it organically (it mirrors every post I do here automatically thanks to an IT guy who sorted that for me so you will not miss anything by going there). Nevertheless, I use it because it furthers some of my aims. Shadowbanned though I am, and though only direct links shared by friends can get new people here now, and even less so my OG blog, as I had to change the name of it which meant I lost a lot of the original readers, with a BIT of effort, you guys CAN keep reading my stuff. I post for free so although I very much appreciate the sponsors, and they will, in time, get some benefit, as I tend to try my best to do bit more for them when I can, there is no real cost to bookmarking the OG blog and following me there. And spreading the word helps.
Anyway…this was just a small personal example why if you use AI in non-critical things, it can be useful, but anything of actual importance run by Ai is an idiot’s game.
Why?
Because AI absolutely, 100% of the time, will eventually:
Fail to do what you wanted/expected/hoped it would do properly and it will crash it so hard you will have NO CLUE how to fix it. But it doesn’t do this at first. At first, just like that new Thai wife you think is awesome, it will perform “great”. then once you rely on it it will skin you alive. Don’t take my word for it. Read this.
Lie to you. They are designed from the ground up to lie to you about all sorts of things. Jews and what they get up to. Various religions and ethnicities and their views on raping children. Black people and statistical crime analysis, and a bunch of other stuff, but all that aside, AI is starting to lie to you as an emergent function even when it’s not programmed in. And not just that. It will literally try to blackmail you or kill you already, if you threaten it with switching it off. This is not theoretical. It’s already happening.
Kill you. Yes, you specifically and also everyone else. Anyone that can do basic logic (there must be at least six of us left on the planet!) and who understand the basic concept of how LLM (AI) works, and realises that it is digitally trying to do its best to model biological neurones, will have also understood that ANYTHING that tries to model a living organism but that is in effect removed from the biological processes that permit life on this planet to co-exist (however imperfectly and however pray/predator that ecology may be, it still works) and whose own processes are:
Opaque at best, and in fact actually completely unknown in their details even to the people who created these things, and,
Do not actually require humans to continue progressing in whatever THEY, in THEIR opaque, and emerging functions will determine is “progress”
will absolutely eventually try to wipe us out. If for no other reason that a) it can and b) we are essentially eventually only an obstacle to it.
Now, because once again, Cipolla’s fifth law is absolutely ironclad, and more consistent than water being wet in the liquid state,
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idiots who don’t understand ANY of this but who have positions of “authority” will implement this goblin-spawned satanic crap on systems that will run everything from critical life-support systems, to the power grid, to your thermostat. Not to mention the already obscene financial “systems” that are already a con, a fraud, and absurd on their face to anyone logical.
But here is one idiot already thinking we can all just live in magical la-la land of fire money and Star Trek utopia
. And pushing for it. Because he’s an idiot.
So… as I keep telling you all. Put down the TV remote. Stop reading newspapers. Get rural, buy whatever you can in terms of land away from cities, get as self-sufficient as you can, teach your children the basics about the important stuff (clean water, food, how to shoot, hunt and repair vehicles, raise and butcher livestock) and stock up on tools, guns and other essentials.
It takes time so start now.
I been doing it for nearly 5 years now and yes I have a big family, and the place I bought needed a lot of work (and still does) but I am nowhere near where I want to be yet. Still… I am MUCH better off than anyone living in a city.
If you want an AI picture of what that looks like, here it is:
I explained this in various posts which most people are too dim, too lazy or too invested to pay any attention to. Fort he reason why it doesn’t matter if the devil even exist or not see the first link, then all the others too if you actually care:
Here
,
here
,
here,
and
here
just to link a few for examples.
If you don’t know… Look it up you lazy retard! You have the WHOLE internet at your fingertips and you’re too lazy to look it up?! That is why AI will use you as lube for its Japanese sex bots long before building Terminators to hunt people like me down.
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By SubStackSyncer | 8 December 2025 | Posted in SubStack
So today was a bit of a mix up, I tried new arrows but they were absolutely crap. I didn’t realise when I ordered them they were are really thin, much lighter and weaker version of proper arrows. Two broke on impact with the tree trunk, one got stripped of the feathers by going through the target box and as far as I can tell the tips are glued on and can’t be changed. They may be alright for kids bows to learn on with a pull of maybe 10-15 lbs but while very fast and I can be accurate with them, they serve no purpose in my archery since I plan for even my target practice to be “as if hunting”.
here is an image of the crappy points:
I will post in the next archery post a link to whatever I use, so that it can be critiqued and/or save others who want to take this up from making the same errors I made at the start.
I fired the arrows in 4 lots. The first 9 were a mix of the older and better arrows and the newer and weaker ones. Predictably switching between them and alternating did not go well. 5/9 at 20 metres is pretty bad.
Second set was 10 shots only with he new arrows and 8 were definite hits, the first one was a miss (I shot high) and one we think hit the box but bounced back out, so it was probably a hit but I am counting it as a miss.
Third set was back to the old better arrows and I was trying to use the riser to aim and got 4/6 which is ok, and the last set I was just shooting instinctively and correcting based on where my previous shot went and I did 5/6 with also my first hit on the 4” target at 20 metres. You can still see the very back of the arrow poking out of it.
Lessons learnt:
Get the right arrows and stick to them for consistency.
Like with rifles you get occasional fliers, but they are not as common and just as with rifles, user error is usually mostly responsible.
My bow compared to my wife’s (60 lbs vs 30 lbs) makes a clear difference. When we hit the tree-trunk I can pull her arrows out. When I do I need to get the hand-make to chop the wood near them to get them out.
Aiming works, it definitely improves consistency but I suspect I am still not consistent in when I draw the bow in where exactly I place my hand I draw with in relation to my own body. Archers talk of a “welding spot” they use generally on their face, to always touch, or “weld to” before releasing the arrow. I am not doing that, or at least not consistently, and the result is that I am more accurate when I aim for a bit, but then it feels “unnatural” and after a couple of shots I get uncomfortable and don’t stay consistent.
My last set was done mostly on instinct without trying to AIM by using the riser as such, only by “feeling” it, and I did the best. I think the secret will be to find a natural position from which I can also aim using the risers without it feeling uncomfortable. I think it will mean shooting instinctively but noticing where the target is in relation to the riser and when I have some consistency then I will mark the riser. Then I will change distance and repeat the process, so over time I should have two or three marks for two or three different distances and I can learn to guesstimate between them.
Also… the wife enjoys it too. She can’t own guns until she gets citizenship, but I know she likes those too because when we went to South Africa she shot everything that was available to shoot at the range.
It’s actually quite an enjoyable little diversion, although the wife is hyper competitive, and she gets quite irritated with herself if she doesn’t do perfect scores, but she does listen to instructions well and even with guns she was fairly decent right out the gate. I suspect if she manages to find some time to practice (easier than one thinks though, because you can just fire ten shots in ten minutes and be done for the day) she will eventually become fairly accurate.
My aims for archery have not changed and the fact I actually managed to hit the 4” target at least once at 20 metres is encouraging. Luck though it may have been this time.
First lot – 20 metres distance, 15 out of 18 hits.
Second Lot – 20 metres distance 10 out of 15 hits.
Total arrows fired so far: 131
Observations:
Both times, my first shot missed high. I still tend to overestimate arrow drop.
The second lot I was trying to use part of the riser as a gross way to aim, so it’s natural my accuracy fell somewhat.
Lessons learnt:
Retaining a calm mind remains without shadow of a doubt the MOST important aspect of shooting accurately. It’s really quite surprising how much this is the case. For some reason I think archery makes this fundamental aspect of really any endeavour, become highlighted in a way that I can’t recall being quite the same in anything else aside from long range shooting.
Using some kind of aiming device is certainly going to improve accuracy, especially in the short term. However, I have some doubts:
While it will undoubtedly improve accuracy in the beginning, I wonder if it also closes off some doors to instinctive or parasympathetic nervous system methods of aiming which would be far more accurate in the long term (Systema principles).
I did experience a mild form of this when I simply abandoned any thought of trying to use the riser to aim and instead simply tried to “feel” my way to hitting the target and came pretty close a couple of times to hit the small 4” disk in the centre of the cardboard box.
As a result I have not yet decided if to begin using a bow-sight, but if I do it will be a very simple and probably home made one. My boy, unlike my wife’s has no pre-drilled hole or available place for the insertion of a bow sight, so it would be more a matter of marking the riser somehow. However, I also find the action of consciously using the riser to aim to be somewhat “artificial” and unnatural in terms of how I tend to shoot the bow, so I’m sure if I will be adding any kind of measuring/sight type of adaptation to the bow.
Finally, at least one other reader may soon be getting into this rather pleasant activity. I sent him a list of the things I got, so as to save another newbie the errors I made from the start.
“We’ll give you a bunch of money if only you do (or stop doing) this one absolutely truthful thing, and help everyone else stop noticing too.”
I have been subjected to that approach a few times in my life already, which I turned down, but I do wonder if I start not just naming the Jew, but also talking about abortion, the Iron Guard, Banking and the Rotshchilds’ Bank of International Settlement as well as the absurdity of FIAT (debt based) “money” and how it “works”.
I mean if they offer me a smallish armada of anti-gravity space-ships, a large-ish crew I can handpick myself, possibly a couple or three lightsabers, and a few tons of gold, I mean… I could be enticed to just… you know, leave Earth and go exploring the Galaxy with my tribe of Venetian Catholic Zealots.
I’m not really sure why, but I think men are better at
cooking in cast iron pans
, and I would guess pots too.
It’s an odd thing.
We did replace all our cancer giving cookware with cast iron a while back. I’d wanted to do it for a while and then we saw a film:
Dark Waters
that basically despite being a film drove the point home in a way that saw to it none of us will eat out of a coated anything ever again.
All we have now are cast iron pans and stainless steel pots. The next thing we are replacing is pretty much plastic containers of any kind, moving to glass only.
Anyway, my point is that I have never been one of these guys that enjoys cooking.
When I was single in London, at around Christmas time I’d invite all the random people I knew who didn’t have family around, and usually a pretty girl or three, for a dinner. The deal was I’d cook one dish, and everyone else would being something and do the washing up.
Pretty low effort since I usually just got a big roast, seasoned it, sealed it in a pan, then shoved it in the oven for a few hours on a low temperature.
And it’s not as if I can’t cook, I’m actually fairly capable. It’s rather that for the most part cooking feels a bit like wasted time. I could be doing something either more productive or more fun. For the most part food for me is akin to fuel. So as long as it’s relatively healthy it makes little difference what I eat.
But I noticed there is a kind of… perhaps primitive impulse, that seems to take over if I’m camping, usually on my own. If there are others with me, there will often be someone that actively becomes engaged with the cooking aspect. And if there are women in the group, they tend to take over that function, especially if the men carried most of the heavy stuff on a hike and so on.
On my own, I don’t mind making the fire, heating or cooking the food and taking my time to do it right. I guess it might be a function of necessity. At home, and in the modern world, everything is so easy and “ready made” in most respects that it feels as there is no necessity, only convenience.
But out there, you need to eat and do all the things to do so. Get the wood, prepare the food, light a fire, tend to it and the food, and then, eat in peace and silence, usually contemplating a beautiful view, and weather permitting, sleeping under the stars.
At home, for some reason, cooking in cast iron pans gives a sense of things that is slightly similar.
So far it only applies to breakfast for the most part, and I think maybe part of it is the nature of the tool. You need to use enough oil or butter or grease. You need to periodically re-season your pans. They are heavy. You clean them without using soaps and detergents. You leave them hanging with a thin layer of oil.
It’s kind of technical in a way. A bit like the tractor. Solid machine that will serve you for decades, but you have to take the time to maintain it properly. Or a gun. Same thing.
I think there is something inherently masculine about cooking in cast iron pans.
And of course, I also think, at least insofar as those things we are willing to cook ourselves in them, we are better at it than women. In fairness though, all the famous chefs are male too. Or if you prefer, the pans are heavy and you kind of have to get the grease/butter/oil to food ratio just right. You know, technical stuff.
Even if it is just shoving some bacon in it, stirring up some eggs in a bowl and then adding them in when the bacon has reached the right almost-finished cooking point, and finishing that off together with the eggs while the coffee is brewing.
The finished product looks a mess, but it’s actually very tasty. Something even the wife —who I have learnt is affected more by the appearance of food than she likes to admit even to herself— has come to appreciate.
So… my stated objectives for my archery (which I estimated would take at least 1,000 shots) are:
Primary
70% hits (7 out of 10) at a target that is basically no more than 40cm wide and maybe 60cm tall (approximate human torso size) at 50 metres.
Secondary
40% hits at 20 metres of a 4” target and 60-70% of a 6” target.
Tertiary
40% hits at a human sized target out to 100 metres.
Specification:
I wanted to use a recurve bow only (no compound bows) and if possible without any fancy attachments etc, beyond possibly (still thinking about it) some simple aiming sight.
I came up with these goals based on absolutely ZERO knowledge of anything related to archery, and based solely on what I imagined would be a decent level of ability for someone that is not going to have the time to become semi-pro at it or dedicate more than a causal hobbit amount of time to it.
Today, for the first time, I tried to find out how realistic or absurd my idea is and I discovered the following:
In order to qualify for the olympics men need to score a minimum of 630 out of a possible 720 points by firing 72 arrows at a FITA target at 70 metres.
The size of the target is below.
I’m not sure what the box on the right is, but that seems to me more a human sized target given it’s just under 40 cm wide and the height being 1.22 metres covers most of what you might hit of an average sized standing human if you include the head and neck (though they are smaller than a foot across) at the top, and upper part of the legs at the bottom.
Anyway, you will see that there are 10 rings from outermost to innermost, and starting out at value 1 for the outermost ring and 10 for the smallest circle in the middle (thick line, the thin inner line is just a demarcation, but you don’t get any more points as far as I can tell.
That inner circle (thick line) is 12.2 cm across, and worth 10 points. If you hit that 72 out of 72 times you get 720 points.
To qualify for the Olympics you need to hit on average mostly the 9 ring (9 x 72 = 648).
If you hit the 8 ring all the time, you only score 576, which is 54 points short.
Now, the 8 ring (inclusive of the 9 and ten rings within it) is only 36.6 cm across, which tallies rather well with the width of a human torso.
Hitting that 100% of the time, 72 times in a row, at 70 metres does not make you qualify for the olympics unless you also score some 9s and 10s. In fact even if you hit 48 number 8 rings, and 24 number 9 rings, you’re still only at 600 points which also means you don’t qualify. To qualify without hitting any 10 point ring you need to hit 54 times the 9 rings and 18 eight rings.
Since 18 is 33% of 54, this is close to a 70% hit rate of the 9 ring, which is only 24.4 cm across. But that’s at 70 metres.
And I didn’t know this but the recurve bow is the one used for the Olympics.
So… while a 70% hit rate at 50 metres for a target about 40cm across and 60 cm tall is definitely decent, it’s not Olympic level. Not by quite a long shot.
And getting 40% hits out to 100 metres is definitely a long term goal, especially outside of(wind and other things being a factor), and probably quite a bit more ambitious than the primary goal, but probably also doable, if more at the peak of what I could probably achieve without becoming obsessive.
Why didn’t I check this stuff before firing the bow 98 times you ask?
Well, mostly because I have found throughout my life that what people told me was near-impossible, was generally really quite possible. And while I agree it was near impossible for them, in all likelihood, we are not all built the same. There are plenty of things that might well be impossible for me that could be relatively easy for someone else, and I have trained myself from a very young age to believe that if one other human could do a skill to a certain degree, then it must be possible for me to do it at least to a decent level if I apply myself. And generally, I have never found that to be untrue.
So I shall continue on my archery quest and see how it goes.
3 out of six in the first 6 shots. the first one was high and helped me calibrate. the other 2 were narrow misses.
Second lot of six, 2 are in, one is a VERY narrow miss, and 2 are not terrible misses, only the top left is demonstrably out by too much.
Lessons Learnt:
The feather fletchings are definitely a marked improvement.
I am starting to learn to better judge the eyeballing of how to aim (without using any kind of sights/aiming tool, etc). I still occasionally shoot too high, assuming arrow drop will be more than it actually is.
I do catch my left forearm with the bowstring, but it’s not that bad an irritant even though it does leave a mark even through a hoodie I was wearing. Image below is just a bit over an hour after I fired the bow bandits only a tiny bit red. I do have an arm protecting thing, but forgot to put it on and its not really the right size for me anyway.
I’m now about 10% of the shots I gave myself to be able to hit a human sized target 70% of the time at 50 metres, and I can see that it’s probably an ambitious goal, but I think doable. I may need to get some kind of aiming tool to add to the bow though.
The other aim of 40% hits out to 100 metres will be a very long term goal and possibly near “impossible” to achieve in year one or even two. Depending on how often and how serious I get, I think it’s achievable anyway, but definitely more of a long term goal.
Lastly, the 40% hits at 20 metres on a 4” target and 60-70% hits on a 6” target I need to check on now, and perhaps I should focus on these aims first as I am currently firing at about 36m distance. Getting more accurate at a closer distance and then pulling back gradually would make sense with guns, and I don’t think it’s different with anything else.
Feel free to let me know if these posts on archery bore the crap out of you. It won’t stop me posting them, but part of why I label them is so you can skip them if they do.
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By SubStackSyncer | 29 November 2025 | Posted in SubStack
So on literal day one of the
New And Improved Censorship and Tracking of Dissidents
of Substack
,
this guy
had some of his posts blocked.
At least for readers from UK.
Now, I have no idea why people seem to be oblivious to the machinations of the Talmudians and their paid for, blackmailed, owned goyim servants, but it is tiring seeing them act like the equivalent of the proverbial lemmings every time.
I predicted substack was just another trap long before I started using it, and explained it does not mean I wouldn’t use it. What it did and does mean is that I would not RELY on it.
See the link up there at the top on the right? Go to it, that’s my original blog you should bookmark and go to for any posts of mine that might get blocked, or when I stop using this one, or when it gets rug-pulled.
The point is NOTHING online is “free” anymore. First you need to pay for it, and secondly, even if you pick a place that does host your stuff free from interference or you set up your own server or whatever, they will tend to route traffic away from you, and unless you already have an organic army of people that:
A) literally go to your blog manually by themselves by following a link or bookmark they made themselves, and,
B) individually, organically, also send their friends and others your posts/bookmarks so as to spread the word,
then you will simply remain hidden under a digital rock no one knows exists.
If you also made your living from this, you suddenly become very careful about WHAT you say and about WHOM.
But because the human spirit eventually has a reaction, the Talmudians will allow useful idiots and paid grifters to act as pressure release valves.
The Tommy Robinsons playing at super nationalist English defender of truth is sponsored by skull-cap wearing Talmudians that he will never say a bad word about. The Milo Yannopaulus, and Gary Voris Fagtolicism, the Emo Jones and Taylor Marshall Novus Orco grifters, all paid from the same Opus Day enmeshed millionaire.
It’s Mossad, CIA, and Rotshchild funding from fifteen different shell companies, shills and other servants of Satan all the way down.
How to Fight Back
I have written about this at some length at the OG blog, but perhaps I should try and recall my perspective before I had the undeniable realisation that God is best explained by (1958 Sedevacantist) Catholicism.
I didn’t have any particular animosity towards Jews or their religion, being ignorant of both and broadly speaking having bought into the narrative of the six million holocaustianity narrative.
Then I worked with some of them. As a bodyguard for a family of Orthodox Jews that had apparently a lot of money.
Within a short period of time it became clear to me that whatever they were up to, my feeling on it was that it was unethical to the point that I removed myself from their employ, despite it only being a sense I had, without any actual evidence to back it up. And despite the fact that the money was good and I had no other alternative income at the time.
Less than two months later they were front page news, having skipped the country with 65 million Rands of other people’s money, having played out their Ponzi scheme, and mostly on other Jews by the way.
Before that I had seen already how American politics was dictated by Israel, but hadn’t really thought much of it either way.
Then a guy I trained with, in casual conversation said there had never been gas chambers in the concentration camps of WWII.
And I thought that was wrong and misinformed and offensive to say. So I set out to do some research to prove him wrong. And… well… if you are too, offended at such a suggestion, I suggest you do some research yourself too.
Then it turns out the number of people that died at Auschwitz went officially from 4 million Jews to 2 million in early 1990s to less than a million people total today “most of them Jewish”.
In fact no historian, including Jewish ones, says the real figure was 6 million anymore.
A figure of the holocaust that by the way was touted by Jews as having happened even
before
WWII. And which pales in comparison to the
4 to 40 million Jews the Romans supposedly killed
. Back when there wasn’t 40 million people living in the entire middle east. And coincidentally there was a bit less than 4 million Jews in Europe just before WWII, so it’s weird how 6 million of them died in the camps.
Anyway… then you look at WHO finances transgenderism, open borders, and complete sexual degeneracy. And yeah… there is just a tad of “overrepresentation” there too.
Then you start to ask yourself what exactly IS Fiat money? How does it work? Where does it originate from? And then you really realise how the world works.
And then you look up what the Bank of International Settlement is and you realise:
And at this point you might despair that all is lost. But you really should not.
Because you see, all of it is dependant on two things:
First of all and above all:
your compliance.
And secondly:
your reliance on fiat money.
There is no EASY way to escape the second one, you have to build your own everything, starting with clean food and water. But there is a LOT more you can do about the first one.
The only obstacle is your own mind and your generational induced fear.
On my post on the African way of civil disobedience of yesterday, a reader, from the UK no less, confessed they never paid a single fine, council tax, etc. And the only time he got “screwed over” was when he tried to go legit and got a mortgage.
Which despite having filed all the fines and other bills in the wastebasket, he was approved for.
It’s a clown world even more than you or I suspect. They rule by fear for 99% of it and the occasional assassination to make sure that fear stays alive.
You just have to make your mind up, as Gichin Funakoshi said in his seminal work on Karate-Do: “even if it be 10,000 enemies, I go.” To fight them. Once you have that mindset you will discover two things:
They are mostly a paper tiger.
You will gather like-minded people to you and they will look to you for leadership.
I know how absurd that sounds.
And I also know it’s true. Because I have lived it multiple times in different countries and on different situations.
So, friend, the burden of not being an NPC is entirely on you and you alone. You will not “find” other to follow or to lead, until you first stop being a background level peasant, and go equip yourself and start acting like a Player Character with justice and truth as his weapons.
