Understand what is going on, then understand the consequences, which if you are too stunned to make out, I list for you below.
The problem is most severe in the West. Which let’s not beat around the bush, means white people for the most part.
It’s not going away.
Immigration of muddy/rapey/non Christian oriented third worlders will not end until the zionistic Talmudic pedovores that control this Earth’s governments are removed from power along with their absurd and fake monetary system based on nothing but their wishes (but with all too real consequences for us mere subjects of their absurd fiat money creation).
IF you survive the above, the intent is to sterilise or kill you with fake “vaccines” and lobotomise you with AI designed to emotionally and socially cripple you.
And you thought my little tabletop roleplaying games for your children in the previous post is silly, eh?
Look, I get it. I am very much used to it. Since my teens I am used to people thinking my ideas are absurd, only to come back to me to tell me what I predicted and told them twenty years earlier is in fact, exactly how things have gone.
So of course you think I’m just some paranoid freak on the internet.
BUT…
I have been right about pretty much every single so-called conspiracy theory for 40 years now. When the Will Smith film
Enemy of the State
came out in 1998, people talked about it as if it would be a scary future. Until I reminded them I had been telling them all that stuff was actually already in play back in 1992.
People read my science fiction like
Nazi Moon
and think it’s high fantasy. It’s not. It’s probably a lot closer to reality than you have any idea about.
And since I have a 40 year track record (which I understand is only 20 years for those of you who average out as my “regular” acquaintances) maybe, just MAYBE, you might want to take my advice, spend the 20 bucks on the RPG, or buy another one from someone else, it’s not going to affect my life or income significantly either way, but for the live of your children at least, if not God, PLEASE, switch off fucking YouTube, and TikTok, and whatever else.
Get your children to play with other children. In the dirt outside; at the kitchen table “killing” orcs and rescuing princesses, and riding dragons and smuggling spice past the Imperial guards, or capturing the space pirates
as
the Imperial guards.
Because remember that I predicted two things publicly, way back in 2014, that if ANY part of Western civilisation was going to survive, would need to happen:
Real Christianity would have to return.
City States would return to be a thing.
and I have since got baptised as a real, actual, believing, Catholic, which means a 1958 Sedevacantist, and moved to a rural area in Italy near a tiny village, where I hope, in due course, to influence the local government or become part of it if I absolutely must (I hope someone else will step up!)
And my kids don’t have ipads any longer, don’t get smartphones, and hardly watch TV. If they do, like tonight, it’s just as likely to be some police drama the wife and I watch, as it is a cartoon film. And guess what… they behave better, are more polite, funny and primal than ever before, and are never bored anymore.
War is coming. Because it always does, especially around financial collapse, and financial collapse is definitely happening, because math is a thing, and no matter how they juggle it for a while, eventually it is the reset button.
If and when war comes it becomes possible to get to the pedovores, any functional member of humanity should do so.
Make as many children as possible, and teach them well. Yes the future is dark, but it always was. And it is for us, reader, to give them a light and help as best as we can, but, ultimately, it is probably going to be their war.
Intolerable as this view is, especially from a secular/atheist perspective, my Catholic faith is enough to not make me a smouldering and raging warmonger for the sake of my children’s future. Instead, I prepare as best I can. I teach them as best I can, and I try to make sure there is enough security and the ability to project force as best I can, to make taking us over or overrunning us as painful a prospect as I can.
I strongly urge you to do the same and create a community of like-minded zealots all around you.
The first is a short book that gives the history of spaceflight in a very basic way, but that covers what I think is the REAL history, including the mostly faked Moon landings, along with what I think really happened with the
actual
Moon landings, Operation Hijump, the Nazi Bell, Roswell, etc.
In short, if you want a basic primer that covers all the real and hidden basics, you may want to get this for yourself too, even if you’re an adult. Plenty of images in it, and all in full colour:
The second is a short book that I plan to use myself with my children, so as to introduce them to the concept of tabletop role-playing using pens, paper and dice.
It’s going to be interesting because the 2 year old obviously can’t read yet, though she understands basic numbers and can count to 20 or so, but luckily the 13 year old enjoyed a few more advanced games of role-playing, one or two using the RPG I put together called
The Dirty Old West
(set in the (potentially also slightly supernatural) Wild West), and some
Traveller
once with friends. So she will be helping the little one along. Because there is no way she will not want to be included once she sees her 4 year-old sister and 6 year-old brother playing it.
This book is written so that the rules are super simple and basic (one six-sided die is all you need for each player) and there are plenty of images in it and a complete little adventure to get everyone started. The idea is that dad (or mom, if so inclined) is the referee and presents the situation, adventure or game to his children, possibly along with heir little friends if unlike me you don’t have half a football team’s worth of them.
The point of doing this activity is that it is now an absolute certainty that most children spend waaaaaay too long on “smart” phones, tablet and watching brainropt crap on YouTube. And it affects them badly in many ways. Our kids are presently discussing what to do with the latest giant bug they found.
And later tonight, if it doesn’t rain again will probably be running around the local playground and surrounds with other kids their age playing football until 10 and 11pm at night.
The concept of being able to do activities with other live human beings, face to face, listen, use their imagination, do some basic math and story-telling themselves, are all skills that serve everyone well in life, and which they can learn while
playing
, so not even realising they are learning skills.
The benefit of RPGs to real life is something I am an absolute advocate for, because it develops emergent skills most people have no clue about. My brother and I essentially have the idea that there is no such thing as a problem that can’t somehow be solved, partly due to RPGs. In essence, life will present you with a set of problems throughout your time here, and most of life is the resolving of those problems. The better you are at attacking issues head-on and dealing with them in a variety of imaginative ways, the more likely you are to succeed at whatever you plan to do in life.
Learning to solve problems as a routine part of a game that fosters the evolution of your imagination, makes this an instinctive reaction later in life too.
And if you can’t make the time to play with your own children, which invariably has some hilarious elements to it, then perhaps you need to solve that very problem yourself, first and foremost!
Plus, $20 for a game that can literally provide years of entertainment for the whole family is a pretty good return on investment anyway.
I have not converted these latest two to e-books yet, also because they are better as physical colourful books, so they are not available cheaper at my e-shop like
the other books and RPG games
, including
Surviving the Current Zombie Apocalypse
, an RPG game more for adults, which has been enjoyed and well-received by all those I know who played it, and who also found it very funny, particularly if they know us personally.
All parents are biased, and people are polite, but I also hang out with the kind of friends that tell you to your face if one of your kids is an asshole, or you are, or whatever.
And it’s a universal constant so far that the two year-old, who looks like a poster child for Aryan supremacy —and also tends to have the same rigorous attitude to rules, and enforcing them, that her Germanic looks imply— has an impact on everyone who meets her. She is only 2.5 years old but has had full on conversations at pretty adult levels, and with a vocabulary that we often wonder where she got it from, since she is two. She’s kind of hilarious too and definitely a daddy’s girl. She has zero hesitation in following me around and helping me with any odd job I might be doing. Throughout the stitching of the new home-made punch bags, she asked me questions about the how and why of what I was doing, and so on. When I explained it all, she noted the jute bags have a smell to them. Not really unpleasant
per se
, as long as you like the smell of perhaps a mechanic’s hangar in a smuggler’s warehouse. It’s the kind of smell that conjures up images of tropical trips of military arms to fight communism in Asia, or of medical supplies to heal the special ops guys behind enemy lines, the odd parachuting of spies in enemy territory and so on.
Anyway, as soon as I was finished with the stitching, the little turtle said:
“Daddy, I want you to put me in your smelly bag!”
Her infectious smile simply cannot be refused, so in she went, and I carted her around like a child-trafficking Santa in underpants for a bit, the wife filming it for posterity.
The bag is definitely strong enough, and the little blonde Aryan had her curiosity and sense of adventure fulfilled. Successful test run of punching bag strength performed.
This post was originally published on my Substack. Link
here
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By SubStackSyncer | 28 July 2025 | Posted in SubStack
So… I knew this first post would be terrible, as this whole week I only got to do my pushups on one day, which means my nice little schedule I pinned to my bedroom cupboard is mostly blank.
Here it is:
As you can see, this month has been pathetic, which is why in part I wanted to do this. By sharing it with you guys it will give me a kick to get off my ass and do the work.
These posts will be for subscribers only going forward, but in the interest of honesty, and inspiration for all you other lazy couch surfers: even we immortals fail at times.
The main difference is that simply by eating better (mostly carnivore/keto style food, I have lost about 4kg.
Now… about the weak, pathetic, bullshit excuses we all do when this happens…
“I was busy…”
“I have six kids…”
“The washing machine packed up and so did the spare one in the chalet…”
“The kids got sick and puked up all over so we also had dirty bedding to wash…”
“I had a lot of work on too and…”
“I also had the blog and finished two of the book covers for the books I had lying around complete for a couple of months, and…”
All true, yes. And also…
Complete bullshit.
The truth is you (me in this case) are a weak, self-deceiving pansy. You know how long it takes me to do 50 push-ups? Less than a minute. So who doesn’t have about 50 seconds or less to work out at least THAT?
And if I do all the exercises on there, even taking a short break between them in order to get the most out of the HIIT aspect of it, it’s all still under 30 minutes. And hard as it may be, I CAN fit 30 minutes a day for exercising if I want to.
The hardest part of exercising is not finding the time, it’s not the exercises themselves, it’s not any of that. It’s the mindset.
I know myself well, and absent family interruptions (i.e. when I was single, I am as determined as anyone, I never missed a session of training then and no matter what was happening I learnt long ago to just get my kit and go. Nothing has to be “perfect” you just have to DO IT.
The adjustment for me is the entire 6 kids and concomitant interruptions that come with that. It’s a mental thing, not a physical one.
When the 2 year old comes in early in the morning says “Good morning daddy, and wants to snuggle next to me and passes out again at 6 am, I just lose the will to hop out of bed and start doing crunchies. And by the time we do get up, the 4 year old and the 6 year old have joined us and what, am not gonna give them some attention like I did the little blonde, blue-eyed wonder and female mini-me? And the baby wants a boob and a smile. Then the 13 year old comes to say hello cause she misses her siblings… I could pretend I ran out of floor-space in the bedroom for it, but the truth is I am just being a lazy, weak, excuse filled meat-bag.
So… what to do ?
As I said, I know myself well, and when life tries to overwhelm me with distractions, however pleasant and good they may be, or drastic and painful (both are things that can divert you from your chosen path) I know that for me personally I need to do two things:
Take time to set my mind up.
Do/Get the things I need for the coming work.
The second part is really just a ritual more than a need. But say I want to take up hitting a bag again, even if I had the bag, I will go get say hand-straps (if I decide to use them). The thing is I can start anyway, without them, but there is an element of that ritual of “getting ready” with practical equipment, or whatever that “sets” my mind up, and internally gets rid of any of the lies your brain inevitably comes up with to try and keep you as a fat, unhealthy, lazy bastard.
What? You didn’t know your brain is your enemy in training? It is.
Remember, as with my recent analogy of being a harrier jump-jet, the pilot (brain) only has one main function: Keep the plane (you) intact. And the best way to do that is to never fly at all. Of course, you rot where you sit on the deck of the aircraft carrier that way, but hey… at least it’s “safe”.
No. You need to fight your brain so much so, as my friend Uldis put it that your brain basically switches from “no, relax, don’t do it, eat another cream cheese filled pastry,” to “Oh fuck! this maniac is going to keep running on that treadmill until we all die if I don’t start to help him!”
So that’s where I am at. I am also a little (tiny) bit wiser than I was in my 20s and 30s and probably 40s too, so I decided to look at getting a punching bag that I can leave outside in the forest, hanging near the giant chin-up bar I did last year in winter, and I’ll be getting a cyclette (exercise stationary bike) for my left knee.
In researching punching bags, I discovered that:
None will basically be ok for continued presence outdoors, and,
They are NOT cheap.
So I thought…screw that. I can make my own, and I don’t know yet if my idea of doing so will work, but I will keep you posted. My concept is I bought enough material to make two punching bags, so even if it dies after a while I can simply put up another, and the total cost for all of it is somewhere about half of what it costs for one professional bag.
Here is the list of things I got for it:
That’s basically 10 euro each for two bags that should be large enough to form a decent enough punchbag. Jute sacks are generally long-lasting and can take a punishment, but reading up on it I also discovered that they can be made to last a lot longer and prevent any fungus and cold, etc getting to them by impregnating them in copper sulphate solution. So I got some copper sulphate and left the bags stack in a solution of it for like a week.
Split in two we are at about 17 Euro total for materials so far.
I then stitched the bags so that they form a round-ish bottom, and while my wife was googling for thick enough needles to do this, I twisted a piece of metal wire into a needle-ish shape and stitched the two corners up onto the side. The bottom of the bag is now a rectangular-ish/round-ish shape. I already had the string, so I don’t know how much that cost, but probably 5-6 bucks. so call it a total of 20 euro for each bag (but the string is over a hundred meters long so you’ll have plenty left over).
Here is a close up of just how technologically advanced this all was:
Yes, I work in my underpants at times. This is normal throughout Italy.
Detail of the impromptu “needle” I made. It worked really well though.
The next thing I need to do is get a large PVC pipe that is able to be properly sealed at both ends, and a bag of sand. Fill the pipe up with sand and seal it and this will form the core weight of the punch-bag. Then I need to cut a piece of durable plastic into a round-ish shape to form the bottom of the bag.
Place the plastic “shield” shape in the bag, making sure I also have somehow threaded enough material, (old t-shirts, rags, etc) into it’s edges so the thick and somewhat sharp plastic is not in direct contact with the jute bag, and this will form the base.
Then tape, tie, knot a bunch of rags and material around the central core of sand-filled PVC pipe and once that is done put it inside the bag making sure all the area around the central core is stuffed with well-packed but essentially “soft” material (probably all the t-shirts my wife seems to think are no longer worthy of public display. You know because of a slight rip or tear or gaping holes in them, stains from working on the tractor, etc. etc. or my trousers with barn-sized rips in their nether regions. She’s such a fashionista, I tell you. Anyway, once that is all done. I plan to make another bag, using waterproof canvas this time, to put it all in. And I will probably also soak all the rags in the copper sulphate solution too before doing all this. This last part, the bag “cover” if you like, is the most expensive, and I will probably need to go to a cobbler or a leather worker or something to get it stitched up properly with durable stitching string/wire/magic strands/whatever works.
Here is the canvas I got:
And yes, if you take note, there is enough material for two bags.
So, all told, so far, the cost is about 60 euro for each bag.
I will still need to get some decent rope of some kind to hang it from, and I am still figuring out how to maybe do 4 attachment points on the bag for stability, instead of just one, or maybe also add a bit of elastic Bunji rope around the bottom of the bag, just above the “shield” and then tie that to something on the floor, possibly a metal ring buried in the ground. I don’t know, I need to think on it.
The bags will be sizeable enough for a basic punch-bag workout and will hopefully last a long time, and even if I buy high quality rope (and lots of it) I doubt the cost will be more than about 80 euro each, so for less than the cost of a “professional” bag, I will have two that I thing will turn out pretty well.
Anyway, once that is done, I will have no further excuses, and this is the training bike I am thinking of getting, though am still researching them a bit:
This was actually the hardest thing to force myself to do.
Training, whether in martial arts with others, or by yourself, inevitably teaches you aspects of yourself that most people prefer not to look into.
So here is a glimpse into a bit of my own psyche.
I trained in karate since about age 3. And it is very common for westerners to end up with knee injuries in that sport. Partly because our knee joint is not used to the way things get done in Japanese culture for millennia, partly because of bad training. Luckily for me, dad was already a 3rd Dan when I was born and he told me early on, when kicking to never let the knee joint fully extend. This has undoubtedly saved me a knee operation, because pretty much everyone I know that trained to the same level and intensity and for long as I have has had this. Later, when training in systems I discovered and even better way to train, where the full extension is used, but locked at the exact same moment. But that’s fairly advanced work and not recommended for beginners that on reading that sentence are thinking “whut…?”
Anyway… all this to say that despite my having avoided an operation, one of my knees in particular, the left one, has taken strain since my 20s. Hiking hard with a heavy bag across African trails, sometimes running for long distances in such conditions, caused its share of impact (especially on the downhills) and my right side is also a little bit shorter than the left, so the left leg takes more compressive impacts in such activities. Inevitably, when it started to give me a bit of pain, I went and did some spinning classes at the local gym and the issue resolved itself.
About 2 years ago, I lifted in and out of a car, a stove that was probably about 150/200 kg, by myself, using a home-made ramp out of a plank of wood, and caused myself a bit of an injury in my back, and left knee. The sciatica I used to get periodically when I overdid things in training returned and my left knee has been niggling me for 2 years. And I have basically “ignored” it because of a psychological dark spot this whole long explanation is written for, so as to introduce and explain it, so that maybe it helps others hopefully become aware of similar issues and avoid them.
In traditional Karate, if you show any weakness, it gets stomped on. You have an injury and try and act like a whiny bitch protecting it? It gets punched and kicked more.
There are two schools of thought on this:
The honourable sportsman perspective – One must clutch one’s pearls at this most ungentlemanly behaviour! A wonder “soldier” in the dojo should not be Molly-coddled, but attacking his injury itself is beyond the pale! Gasp! Shocked face!
The merciless bastard perspective – Karate-jutsu, (practical application) as opposed to Karate-Do (philosophical Way) is about actual fighting, or budo (Way of War). And in war, no one gives you any free passes. In fact they absolutely will attack any weakness you have and do so hard. So you may as well train as life really is, weakling. And stop your whining, no one cares.
Some people that do karate take the first view, and the head of our style in Japan certainly took the second view. Personally, I have always taken my own view, which is to respond in kind. You wanna play honourable soldier, that’s fine with me. you want to play merciless bastard, that’s fine with me too.
I am a counter-puncher by nature generally anyway, and as it turns out, if you have excellent timing, that is also one of the hardest people to defeat when he’s in good form. It probably also tends to get you into more fights, because psychologically stupid people assume because you are possibly not giving out a super-aggressive vibe, that you may be “weak” or an easier prey. So they tend to over-step that red line and then find out the hard way they miscalculated.
Anyway… that kind of mentality in the dojo was only a tiny, almost insignificant version of what I grew up with at home basically, where any failure, any weakness, any psychological chink in your make-up was essentially attacked. A lapse of judgement, a too inaccurate piece of work, a lack of attention, bad workmanship, half-assed work was simply come down on like a drill sergeant might in basic training. On the other hand, neither of my parents usually had any idea what I was up to, and when I occasionally did relatively serious stupid shit (not often) my dad would tend to not even do much more than a few words.
The result of all of this is that I only became aware of certain effects it had on me much later.
I hate going clothes shopping for myself for example. Makes no sense? Well, it kinda does. The very idea of trying on different things to see which one “fits” better is kind of embarrassing to me. Just get some clothes and go. I once forced myself to do this, go and shop for clothes for myself, alone, without anyone else, and it was hard. by the end of it I think I got a couple of pairs of jeans and some t-shirts but it took me most of a day and I was exhausted by the end of it. The only partially acceptable way of doing this, and then I can only stand it for a half hour or so, is to go with the woman I was seeing at the time, or my wife currently and have them pick some stuff out for me (where I tend to reject at least 50% of it as I don’t like the look of it). Even then it’s an ordeal. My wife has taken to simply getting me clothes without me present, which I am very grateful for.
But it all stems from the (absurd) sense that exposing myself to such vanity is a weakness that I am just not comfortable having. And I mean I’m talking basic clothes ware here, it’s not like I have private showings of suits at Armani.
On the other hand, I have zero problem saying or getting what I
want
. Wanting something is fine. It’s the
needing
something I struggle with. I find it really difficult to get anything I need (a new pair of reading glasses say, or that training cycle to fix my knee, or go to the doctor for my deviated septum, etc.) and this realisation has finally come to a head, where I am resolved to get rid of that little black hole in my brain.
So I am getting that training bike, dammit.
It’s due to arrive on August 1st, and hopefully I will have finished the punching bag/s too by then. So… starting August 1st 2025, I should have no more “excuses” fake as they are anyway, and I should be able to get my ass in gear properly. I suggest you lazy-ass subscribers get whatever you need too so we can all tell ourselves we always meant to start in August anyway, not a month ago. And then we’ll see if a year from now we have all learned to be a bit fitter and bullshit ourselves and each other less.
I may, for the next instalment, post pictures of myself for the “before look” of my lazy
56
55 (for a bit longer) year-old self, but that will be limited to subscribers only, so you can poke fun but only if you pay me for it! ha!
Who said I have no sense of shame or dignity in matters of practical effort.
Oh… one last point, the T and F and HIIT training and Systema training style stuff, etc… that will all be explained next week in the Subs only post.
My general disdain for PUAs has a long and textured history, as any reader of my far more complete (and mirrored) OG blog will know (see link at the top of my blog here on the desktop version).
The principles on which this was based were multifaceted, but in the main had to do with the fact that:
Most of them were nowhere near as successful with women as they pretended
They were/are essentially predators (of other men’s wallets) on top of being mostly bullshitters
The entire premise of their supposed existence was so flawed even from a secularist perspective, and I knew this when I was essentially a pretty hedonist secularist myself
While I was no stranger to women, and in fact I genuinely “outperformed” many PUAs in terms of how often and with what quality of woman I ended up in bed, along with a frequency of rotation of new ones that became noticeable enough for random neighbours, the local shop owner, friends from training, co-workers and even the occasional random strangers to comment on, it was never so impersonal or about raising my “notch” number. And in the overwhelming majority of cases there was always some very positive outcome even if at times the interaction was rather superficial. I mean, I indulged in situations that make the average porn-film script seem like gritty realism of documentary level plausibility. But the point is that the relation was never so psychopathic as to not consider the woman involved as a fully living creature with a value as a human being. Many PUAs not only pretended to be coldly calculating psychos that only wanted to “raise their number”, a few may even have been that, but worse, they were teaching already desperate men to model themselves as such. Perpetuating an artificiality between men and women that is entirely negative at every level, regardless of if they got laid or not.
Now we have an older, French equivalent of a PUA on substack, making some posts that at least have a slightly more erudite use of language and appear to at least describe some of the observations of modern dating life with a certain level of accuracy, if not necessarily any solutions,
such as this piece
.
His approach is at least somewhat more educated, and I have not researched him enough to know if he sells courses, gives subs only “advice on how to get laid”, or if he is just dispensing generalities of observations concerning women as his way to help young men. But whatever it is, it still has that veneer of a structural lie.
Not in that I think he is intentionally trying to deceive, necessarily (as I said, I would need to read a lot more of him to have an opinion on him, and frankly, I am not going to have the time or inclination to do so. His writing, while competent, is not enticing enough on its own merits, and the subject matter is uninteresting to me, having navigated in that ocean —of a pussy-hunter (as one ex referred to me)— long ago now and having left it behind in favour of my wife and now rather numerous children.
What I see though is still a very subtle, but damaging, plastic layer of falsehood over the entire topic.
He speaks of numbers and percentages and so on, and I am sure they are probably all accurate, or accurate enough, but that is still missing the point.
You, the reader, are not a mere statistic. But being treated like one, being spoken of as if you were one, being taught to see the world that way, you will have a tendency to become one.
Where is the healthy advice? Where is the:
This is the shitshow and its pitfalls… now here are the solutions.
The second part is entirely missing.
I do have young men email me and ask for advice, and where I can I provided it, to as far as I know only decent results. It’s why I wrote
Caveman Theory
, so I wouldn’t have to repeat myself endlessly at least on the fundamentals.
The point is each person IS unique.
And all the statistics in the world don’t mean anything if you learn to first of all know yourself, and secondly, observe reality as it is, not as you wish it were, and adapt yourself accordingly.
PUAs, and losers in general, complain and decry the limited advice what they claim “naturals” (men successful with women who have never entertained a PUA product in their life) give. Usually because it boils down to “just be yourself.”
The goblins complain because they firstly misunderstand what this means and how the “natural” intends it, and secondly because if they did understand it, they would be outraged at the inescapable consequence of that very understanding; that is: drastic acceptance of who you really are first, followed by conscious endeavour to become who you wish to be.
Goblins hate mirrors for a reason, after all.
And if you
are
a goblin, becoming a goblin cool enough human females want to be with you is hard work. And Elf females will still be out of reach. So… yeah…
just be yourself!
Which means:
Know yourself (based in reality, not delusion)
Deal with objective reality (not your delusions or desires)
Adapt accordingly
Become the best you can be with what you have
Play in your own range
I literally know men that are physically deformed and are nevertheless happily married.
Not to supermodels, to be sure. But married and happy nonetheless.
So if those guys can do it, you really have no excuse.
Well… you know… except for all the statistics and black pill vibe all over the internet and from the latest iteration of PUAs.
So today we were supposed to take the kids to the beach.
7 am I am up after a nap of literally 20 minutes. I couldn’t sleep, and some guys are coming to trim stuff around the house because Mother Nature, aided by the Chuthulian gods of brambles and other weeds are threatening to envelop us all like bugs in a Venus Flytrap.
The 4 year old comes to the bed to snuggle alongside the baby who’s having a feed.
She’s looking subdued and sad/grumpy. Says she has stomach ache. Then the 6 year old comes up too. Also not feeling well.
This is when the centrally placed 4 years old imitated Old Faithful in Yellowstone and geysers up coagulated milk and projectile vomit straight up from her lying down position.
Werner Von Braun would have been impressed.
I shower the found smelling goat-cheese consistency gunk off me and her and the wife bundles up the bed sheets.
By the end of the day two or three more projectile vomits have taken place. The boy, neat as always did it all in his little bucket. Stoic, no complaining.
The girl, as always, did it wherever she stood or lay. In fairness, also stoic.
So that was our beach day…
Maybe in the next few days… Assuming cholera doesn’t get us first!
This piece on the cost of feminism
on sex and sexual relations, written from a female perspective, tells some uncomfortable truths. And yet… the Genie isn’t going back into the bottle… so what to do?
Sex has become currency in a culture that no longer believes in permanence.
You give more, and you’re praised more. You sleep around, and you’re considered confident, liberated, empowered. But underneath the applause, something else starts to take root:
Trust becomes harder. The more relationships you’ve cycled through, the harder it becomes to believe that love can last.
Bonding feels impossible. The physiological glue that sex was designed to be starts to wear thin after repeated detachment.
Pleasure gets dull. What was once meant to be the intimate language of love becomes just another sensory hit—like a drug you need more of but enjoy less.
And being “experienced” starts to look a lot like being used.
Because the body wasn’t made for turnover.
It was made for covenant.
We weren’t designed for endless exits and revolving doors. The soul was never meant to be a hallway with a lockless door. There’s a reason sex feels like it should mean something. Because it does. And no matter how loudly the culture claps for promiscuity, the soul remembers what it’s owed.
We tried to separate sex from love.
We tried to pretend our bodies are just vehicles and not sacred vessels.
We tried to turn freedom into frictionless access.
But casual sex didn’t empower us.
It just made us easier to reach, harder to know, and numb to our own worth.
All she says is true.
And yet, women aren’t going to turn back into Victorian era virginal maidens.
So there are only two paths left:
Continued degeneration, the culmination of which,
at best
, would resemble sex in the mini-series called UPLOAD. That is, a tinder-like app where you just match with someone suitable to have sex with, complete with ratings and STD screening, and you show up at theirs or vice-versa, have the sex, have them leave, and then you carry on with your day. Like ordering a takeaway.
Conscious Evolution of the female species. Although we now know that evolution in the Darwinian sense we all learned at school is absolutely impossible, because math is a thing, there is still the psychological evolutionary capacity for cultural norms to change society quite drastically enough that a social shift actually and effectively occurs. After all, that’s how we got here from the Victorian “prudishness” to the current “a Champagne cork in my butthole is the swimming costume, dad!”
The third option —of a return to simpler, more religious times— while attractive in principle, and while a relative few people are to a certain extent “doing it” (the Amish, the Mormons, etc.) is for the most part a choice that will not, and indeed cannot, last in time. (I’ll explain why most of these efforts are doomed, with a couple of exceptions, later).
Degeneration appears to be the ubiquitous default now, and perhaps it will be, in which case, the human race will, indeed, finally emulate Universe 25 and collapse into obscurity.
Conscious evolution of women on the other hand, is, at first glance, unlikely. Biology inevitably overcomes ideology, in the short term, but culture can modify if not biology per se, the biological impulse.
Just as feminism corrupted and weakened the natural biological feminine instincts of women —aided and abetted by both (((the usual suspect))) as well as beta/incel/MGTOW/nerds-who-can’t-get-laid crowd— a cultural shift can, and will, re-rout and co-opt aspects of female solipsism and concern for status into a way of behaving that will tend to ensure that young girls are educated from a very early age, in how to navigate the pitfalls of modernity and sex.
They will have the example of their mother, aunts, friends, and even kind and well intentioned (or at least well-adjusted) strangers, as to how a woman should behave with regard to her sexuality, sex, and search for a husband.
This second path has multiple possibilities but generally speaking they will be limited to the following:
Some religious form of upbringing rooted in a religion that is essentially man-made and/or false (eg Mormonism, Hinduism, Islam, Judaism, whatever Amish-ism is called, along with all the other fake forms of “Christianity” Protestantism entails, [Jehovas’ witnesses, Baptists, Seventh Day Adventists, and so on with all the other 39,999 versions of Churchianity).
Cultural secularism rooted in “best practices” usually reliant on underlying Christian ethics now masquerading as “good logic”.
Some religion that is either wholly or mostly based in reality (1958 Sedevacantist Catholicism, Eastern/Russian Orthodoxy, including Greek Orthodoxy, Coptic Christianity).
The first version will generally devolve into essentially a social club of secularism with a veneer of “tradition” within a generation or two, assuming it had any redeeming qualities to begin with. This mostly applies to all Protestant denominations, which sooner or later become “led” by materialist con-men, atheistic lesbians, and “transgender” “bishops”.
Those versions that do or have lasted in time (Hinduism, Islam, Judaism, Mormonism) to a certain extent do so by also having absurd levels of
unreality
welded spore-like onto the brain of its practitioners (child brides and child rape being acceptable practices in both Islam and Judaism), a caste system in Hinduism along with an attitude of complacency because hey, there is always the next life, and so on. There are a few exceptions, the Amish for example but their non-violent principles and other oddities remove them quite thoroughly from having the capacity to survive any serious stress-test involving force. Especially if modern warfare is considered. Shintoism in Japan, Taoism in China, and to a lesser extent various forms of Buddhist or Buddhist adjacent religions can be relatively stable, but not exactly prone to innovative social structuring of humanity along lines that would make say the colonisation of other planets within a couple of centuries a stable endeavour.
Cultural secularism generally does not survive past one generation, though there are exceptions. My own family has a traceable history going back over 800 years, and shows a people that went from Viking raiders to Catholics, to Crusaders (yes in the actual crusades) to returning Crusaders, to feudal lords and noble naval military men, to losing their Catholic religion due to Vatican II and the secularisation of their philosophy by the baby boomer generation (the low point of our history) which nevertheless retained concepts of our word being our bond, death before dishonour, giving up not being our way and taking shit from anyone also being counter to our DNA. My generation rediscovered real Catholicism and hopefully will re-instill it in my children, but I can already see their DNA will see to it the baseline concepts of carrying our surname are deeply engrained already without any prompting from me. Perhaps over a thousand years of fighters in a family lineage produces some epigenetic changes that makes these qualities durable even in temporarily secular settings but I would bet they could not survive past two generations of secularism.
The last option, choosing a religion that is at least broadly (orthodoxy, copts) aligned with the truth, or actually aligned with it (1958 sedevacantist Catholicism [totalist position only, not sedeprivationism]) ensures a long-standing historical tradition of generally being a successful philosophy , as well as a rich and textured cultural and social backdrop from which to draw as well as get support from.
Bit be clear, a proper Catholic or Orthodox woman today will still have to contend with fuckbois, general degeneracy in the population, the assaults on reason from literally every direction, the constant push for feminism and destruction of the nuclear family, and so on.
Therefore, in order to navigate all this successfully, women will need to become more like the heroines of old comic books. Women like Jane of Tarzan and Jane fame. In short, the type that is a lady in public, not a lady in private, and is able to be a damsel in distress that can shoot the first freak to try to take advantage of her in the face with a shotgun. And then get the salt and cold water immediately on her summer dress to get out the blood-spatter stains as she throws it in the washing machine while now in her underwear, shotgun nearby.
Such women will be the evolutionary companion of Alpha-style Men that have learnt not to kill someone for bringing their coffee out cold because they were chatting with another waiter instead of attending to the customer.
They will be the kind of woman that if she figures out she actually married Dexter, will buy him plastic sheeting at wholesale prices and gift him Japanese handmade knife sets for Christmas.
These women exist and are being made even as we speak. It is a messy process and most will fail, but those who persevere and pair up with suitable “Tarzans” will achieve a level of marital comfort that is ideal for the production of as many children as possible.
Such women hold the future in their hearts, but also in their minds. Because it will be through the Catholic virtue of using their reason to temper and direct their passions and emotions; not to stifle them or repress them at all, but rather to evoke and direct them in the proper direction.
So, there you have it ladies.
Be chaste with the unworthy, selective with the worthy, and finally wanton with the one you marry. Always a lady, in a fine dress, but with a PPK strapped to her thigh under it.
A mother to your children, a lover to your husband, a quirky, intelligent, funny lady to strangers, a loyal friend to those worthy of the friendship, and to your family.
Is it a tall order?
Sure.
But at least it’s based in healthy, positive, realistic, biology and psychology-aligned reality. Unlike feminism, DIE ideology (Diversity, Inclusion, Equity [of outcomes]), and Clown World lies.
Once again, I am absolutely stunned at the way even supposedly intelligent people have come to use/praise/rely on AI.
Let me make a few things clear:
You can use AI to make images, write fiction stories, probably make music, stuff like that.
That is:
Things that are in no way critical to human survival.
But ANYONE, that uses AI for research where facts matter, or for design, or construction, or worst of all, implementation, is a complete idiot that has zero understanding of AI beyond the most primitive view of it.
And of you don’t understand that, and its implications, then you are liable to write stuff like this:
Which means that unless and until someone is able to produce a gold-plated standard for confirming that any facts produced by an AI are documented, true, and reliable, one will have to go to the trouble of verifying each and every source manually, which is what both Karl and I did for Deepseek’s statements about us.
Except, that horse has bolted long ago. Because, remember, say it with me, go on…
AI can lie.
Which ultimately means AI
will
lie.
Which means it will create the “source material” out of whole cloth in due course. And eventually it will evolve beyond that. At which point it will then use actual studies and interpret them falsely, a technique of “arguing” used extensively by Jay Dyer for example. Who quotes codes of Canon law that have nothing to do with the point being argued, as though they were not just relevant, but definitive.
Only someone that bothers to go and find and verify and read and UNDERSTAND the original material would ever catch him out. And prove Jay (and/or AI) is a filthy, deceptive, liar.
So, just as a starting point, I will try to post every week, probably Sunday night to maybe Monday. Just so you know, this week (we are at Wednesday) I have done, so far:
Absolutely nothing exercise wise
I weigh about 92-93 kg (it fluctuates through the day)
In terms of food this week I have eaten only eggs, bacon, bresaola, porchetta, a salad made of leaves, and oranges, 2 fennels, some sausage, and I think that’s it.
Drank water, one espresso, one Americano (the cocktail), a prosecco and one shot of tequila (went out with friends which is not usual for me otherwise). About three teas made with fennel instead of actual tea.
And oh, in case you didn’t know, I am 6’2”, or 1.88m and am 55 now but will be 56 soon enough.
I’ll try to get my butt in gear and get a post out Sunday/Monday with something else on it, including some exercises, but at least now you have my starting point, which is fairly “start from zero”.
This post is open and free, subsequent ones will be for paying subscribers only.
Feel free to post your own exercise efforts/regime/age. etc. etc in comments.
I’ll assume those are people who are interested in the fitness bit for paying subs only.
And counting the ones who bothered to leave a comment that comes to 9 out of 23 paying people that seem to possibly be interested, which is less than half.
Assuming a few of them haven’t read the post, a few are just too damned lazy to type out “interested” in a comment (which does not bode well for them ever taking any action at all, that approximated to about 50% interest.
Last chance to let me know if you want this. If you are a paying subscriber please leave a comment as to your interest, if it’s
no
that’s fine too, if it’s
yes
, please say so.
And to recap, the posts would be no more than once a week (I’d try and make it on a regular day of the week just for logistics reasons of my pretty full life) and would include:
A list or schedule of exercises I have done over the period
A description of some sort of the food/drinks I consume
My weight and possibly an estimation of how much flabby amount I need/want to lose to get to where I want to be
Occasional, and/or initially for the most part, and/or when I feel like and is necessary, a short video showing one or more of the exercises with emphasis on anything Systema related in terms of how and why the exercise is performed that way.
NOTE:
This is not some strongman ego thing. I am not trying to compete with anyone or anything, I am just doing this to improve my own general fitness and health because my being too busy for the last almost decade to train regularly and the harshness of farm work, added to my bout wit covid and two pneumonias, are piling up and have resulted in a couple of injuries too that are niggling and I want to see if getting back to basic Systema principles I can fix them and improve all the rest.
That’s basically it.
But I’d like to know I am not just wasting my time if I do this, because it also implies a regular investment of time to track thing and report them for your own benefit/inspiration as well as a bit of a motivation for me to stick to things, despite 6 kids (one bing a new baby), farm work, regular work, writing books, blogging, and you know, occasionally spending time with those kids and my wife.
Sleep doesn’t really feature as I average about 4-5 hours a night most days (usually split into two slots of 2-3 hours each, and have done for too long. One of the hopes is also to get maybe my deviated septum fixed and see if that helps me get better sleep.
So… take the 13 seconds of time it requires to give me a reply please.
All other posts on here are free, but I also wanted to give something back specifically to those of you that support me even though you don’t have to, and a few more things are in the works to provide you with extras too.
