On the Genetic Death Serums

Vox recently posted a couple of posts on the Vaxx, one showing absolute proof of the deadliness and lies of the Vaxx and another that showed the “consensus” of the fraudulent, mass murdering, grifters and fake scientists remains unchanged.

He concluded with this:

Never, ever, accept the mainstream narrative. It is a false narrative constructed by liars and deceived ignoramuses who labor on behalf of literal demons. And remember, the reason they consider us to be dangerous because we stand in the way of their satanic objectives.

This advice is generally absolutely correct for practically all subjects from electrical engineering to transgenderism, but is specifically correct for “Catholicism” as presented by the Novus Orco fake church with regard to Sedevacantists.

Ask yourself why the Bergoglian Molochians, (or any of the Novus Ordo fake Pope enthusiasts) will have all sorts of excuses for everyone and everything from gay pedophile priests and Bishops and Cardinals to having literal demonic rituals to a child-eating demon in the Vatican (what do you think Pachamama is? Look it up) to literal gay orgies fuelled by Cocaine, yet, they invariably go after sedvacantists as the only people to steer clear of and vilify as “schismatics”.

Which of course we are, from their Satanic religion. We remain Catholics, unlike the Protestant inspired demonic cult of the Novus Orcos.

Remamber: know yourself.

That is: know yourself as well as know for yourself. Don’t take anyone’s word for it. Look it up. Figure it out yourself. It’s the only way, because at the end, “well I just believed CNN or the president, or my neighbour Bob,” isn’t going to cut it. Nor save you from Hell.

You are choosing even when you avoid doing so. That too is a choice.

I started martial arts at age 4 and except for the last few years and a few breaks in between I essentially always trained. That’s probably close to 40 years of training, competitions, occasional streefights and so on. And of those 40 years I spent probably around 10 or so teaching.

It could have been a lot more, but I always preferred training myself to teaching others, although, it is absolutely true that in teaching you also learn more yourself, and I think the balance has been a good ratio for optimum skill absorption.

The beautiful thing of teaching martial arts is that the usual excuses, arguments, ego defences and so on are almost entirely irrelevant, and almost absolutely so in the Russian system, which is ultimately based solely on meritocracy.

You can argue your “point” as much as you like, but if you keep getting hit in the head doing it your way, you will very quickly be disabused of your fantastic bullshit ideas.

Outside of the dojo, such instant reality checks are usually absent and as a result, even when men ask for help or advice, they usually only take a minot part of what you tell them to heart, and often not even that.

I can count on one hand the number of men who after asking for advice actually took it and applied it. And to their credit, their issues, some of which had been life-long, resolved within months for the most part.

The exception to this general rule is when people pay for the advice. It sounds “usurious” and “grifty” to say it, but sadly, it is a fact. One I have observed for literally decades now, with, as I said, at most a handful of exceptions.

It is partly why I allowed myself to be convinced to set up the new hypnosis site, which a friend did at his own time and expense, which I appreciate a lot. His contention is that I have a skill that is absolutely underused and is beneficial for many more people than most would guess. And given the concepts I am discussing here, I would fit into the category of “not taking the advice” myself if I did not take on board an opinion based on non-partisan observation. The guy asked for nothing and did the site off his own back, and I have seen him make very reasonable and logical choices and arguments over a few years, so it would be foolish to ignore his view.

Men’s egos are usually the biggest obstacle to their progress in life. And yes, there are times to force your will on the world, but most of the times, as in 99% of the time, what is required is that you bend your ego to reality.

Consider this as a syllogism:

• The VAST majority is composed of people too stupid to NOT inject themselves with a gene-altering, deadly poison that has been tried unsuccessfully on animals for decades.
• Professor Cipolla’s 5 rules of human stupidity are empirically and objectively accurate and rule 1 is that there are always more idiots than you think. And rule 5 is that stupid people are objectively more destructive to society than actively selfish, greedy, thieving bandits that are intelligent, because these last are at least predictable.
• Democracy is theoretically the rule by people voted to rule by the majority.

Even if we assume the last point to be true, all that this will mean is that a bunch of idiots will vote for the creature that most appeals to the idiots. Is that going to be the best guy for the job? Nope. It will be the guy who most resonates with the average idiot. You know who that is? A fraud. And an idiot. You cannot appeal to a bunch of idiots with reason, logic or facts. Only with emotions and superficial popular nonsense. Good hair, tall stature, verbiage about the most important things in life being peace, love and equal outcomes economically for everyone. And some flashy bread and circus acts wins the day.

Appeals to meritocracy, justice, rule of law fall on not just deaf ears, but on ears who want none of it. Remember, they are idiots, so being rewarded on merit doesn’t work for them. They ALL want to drive Maserati! It’s their human right! Enshrined in the Joel Osteen Constitution and the ABC colouring book for retards. What do they care for racist oppressive math and evil, white supremacist objective facts?

Now consider. Such a democracy marches on for a generation or two, let’s say honestly. So a bunch of popular idiots, concerned with their own self-interest above all (for such is the way of idiots the world over) rule over a mass of idiots, with predictable consequences.

The few mostly honest non-idiots see the entire political arena as the Stygian stables of Hercules and want less than nothing to do with it. If the price of being left alone is bearable taxes, they pay them and leave the idiots to the idiots. If the taxes are too high, they have the brain and ability to move and make do elsewhere.

However, the evil non-idiots see here an opportunity like fields of gold left untended. All they need do is finance/rule/blackmail or otherwise direct and control a few popular idiots and then they literally control entire nations. And if/when the popular idiot of the day becomes unpopular or troublesome or useless, well, it is a small matter to make them suddenly unpopular and let them be eaten by their own supposed constituents.

So, after a few generations of this, the evil non-idiots will rule all the nations and eventually come to fight between power blocks. And the smartest among them will even direct these fights, profiting from the conflicts.

In order to secure their fields of plenty they will also enshrine in law and practice by brute force when required, all the things that will reduce the number of non-idiots. Especially honest and willing and able non-idiots. These are dangerous creatures that if irked enough might come and take their heads. Literally, not just metaphorically. So let’s poison all the food and chemspray with poisons all the earth. We have our own private gardens and private food and private water to be healthy and secure our progeny’s health as future rulers, let all the rest be cattle and stupid and fat for us to use as our beasts of burden.

And here we are.

And nothing will change unless and until, non-idiot men, of honest character, realise the steps needed to change things, and begin to organise and eventually take those steps. And take them hard, fast and relentlessly without mercy or truce. And somehow, manage to retain their humanity. And their honesty.

To retain your humanity you need truth. The Samurai of old were effective, but often not very humane. The old Catholic knights of old were equally or even more effective, yet, when true believers, retained their humanity and their ways were humane too.

You cannot hold your humanity without a real belief in something higher than yourself. Catholicism (Sedevacantism today) has proven historically to create the best societies on Earth.

So the steps required for such honest men are:

1. A true religion

2. Organisation among them

3. Community and infrastructure to replace that which needs overthrowing

The other side knows this and is acting accordingly to prevent belief in 1, possibility and ability of 2 and legislating, taxing and blocking 3.

This is where we are.

Now choose a side.

I am certain by now everyone knows of the Socio-Sexual-Hierarchy Vox Day came up with, and while useful, I never gave it too much thought, as I had devised my own much simpler cataloguing of men years before I became aware of Vox at all.

My SSH was brutally simple, and served my simple needs when living and working in what ultimately was a brutally simple world in many ways. The world had Alphas in it, powerful leader types that commanded the respect, loyalty or at least obedience of others, Betas, who could essentially be ignored lest they served a purpose, and scouts, that were men who could navigate between groups entirely different from each other, including the entire culture and ethnicity. Scouts in the old days were also spies, assassins and essentially potential competitors to alphas in a purely physical life or death scenario, something betas generally never are.

Vox added a lot of dimensions and depth to the male hierarchies, which certainly gave insights I had not bothered to contemplate, mostly because regardless of class, certain people are always going to be people I want nothing to do with. But in identifying the gammas he named the type of individual I frankly could do completely without: the gammas.

Snivelling wormtongue cowards I called them.

In the Western world, sadly, such creatures have obtained varying degrees of economic or financial success, which often carries the delusions of status in their own minds. And in the West, bitchslapping one of them as soon as they irritate you usually has consequences beyond the ones you have in a country in Africa.

I again, tended to ignore the entire gamma classification because I do not interact with them anyway, even in my professional life, I immediately sideline them, avoid them or otherwise neutralise them from my orbit.

Nevertheless, the general higher numbers of these creatures in so-called civilisation gave me opportunity to observe them. Much like an explorer may observe a curiously poisonous mollusc that inhabits an area he lives in, even if he does not interact with them.

Gammas are frankly creatures I have no wish to study in depth or know much about, nor do I care to. The observations are made in passing as I notice things anyway. Mostly this is because I cannot fathom, nor care to, what it is like to be like these beings. Eaten away by envy and bitterness. Incapable of inspiring anything other than contempt or superficial, shallow, friendships in anyone, incapable of having a woman besotted with them to their depths. They seem cursed to me, cursed to be rats all of their days, when, they should be men.

However, I have noticed some gamma tendencies in some people, which is not surprising since the SSH is generic and there are probably at least small elements of various other classes in most people. Gammas, however, do tend to pretty much never have any genuine alpha traits. But certain omegas, do at times exhibit gamma traits that are recurring.

In looking at this in more detail, it became clear that an omega, a man that was crushed early on, usually by his own parents or primary care takers anyway, and pretty much everyone else since, who has had enough time to heal, and maybe managed to carve out a life of sorts for himself, may go through a few gamma traits. Perhaps may even need to go through them as he slowly heals towards Delta.

The series Graduating Gamma at Vox’s old Alpha Game blog, is useful and may help such people, but the thing to understand in this case is that the gamma behaviours are the result of a need to have or gain some control over social situations. The Omega is essentially like a blind squirrel in social situations, so they may have looked at interactions that left an impression on them, which will generally be some alpha event, and then try to emulate it, in the completely wrong context. Then they get reacted to by those they are trying to impress —-or rather, really just be pals with—- negatively, as happens whenever inappropriate social status behaviour is done, which triggers their shame, humiliation, pain etc from childhood generally, and then they may try to excuse their behaviour with all sorts of reasons and excuses, accusations or appeals to authority, God or whatever else.

But these are the fumblings of a drowning man, persistent and even pattern-steady as they may be, and not actually gamma souls.

The difference is that omegas (at least some of them, certainly) are capable of absurd levels of loyalty. And as such, can be positive contributors to a group. Their gamma lashing outs are, I think, teething problems, as they desperately try to work their way to delta-hood.

Some Omegas eventually may become some version of Sigmas, though I do not think this is the path of what I would call the natural Sigma, but the law of averages would suggest most Omegas would be grateful Deltas if someone could show them the path.

In such cases, it can be worthwhile to take the time to mentor such a person enough that they can find their way. It is a long process and, as always, the man in question has to want it too, but some encouragement is helpful.

Which is not something I suggest at all for actual gammas. Those guys need stomping on until they finally are forced to face their own snivelling, cowardly, devious selves. And own up to it. Crushing public shaming and painful, earned, slow and constantly tested walk towards Deltahood is the only way.

I do not know, whom this advice may help, but I hope it does.

The West has not been living naturally or rooted in reality for a very long time. Certainly almost all of my life.

I have always been acutely aware of this since childhood, because growing up in Africa from the early 70s and to a lesser extent rural Italy too, the distinction between necessary and desired, required and optional, possibile and difficult, and very, very, hard and impossible, along with the value of honour, courage and fear when the stakes are literally life and death.

Someone who has never hunted his food, built things with simple tools, learnt how to survive in the wild, and, even more importantly, taught his children to do it, cannot possibly understand the context, nor the importance of why such things translate into all sorts of everyday situations.

The mind games of office politics become wholly irrelevant to someone who has had people trying to punch him in the face almost daily for over a year and then periodically over many years. Or who went to work armed and not knowing what he would face, or hunting in places where the game and the environment itself have a real chance of killing you.

More importantly, living your days and nights with your family, you begin to see the absolute artificial state that the 9 to 5 grind —which often means 7 to 8— really is.

And even if, like me, your original family is scattered to the four winds, and you need to build your own and make it large, you begin to see the necessity, the absolute power of generations of your line building together.

It is, of course, impossible for any man to guide the path of his progeny, even while alive it is difficult, but after you are dead, certainly even more so.

My own line is somewhat of a miracle, for we come from a long, long, long, line of wild adventurers who had fast reflexes and quick minds more than wisdom. Frankly, we have been the continuation of merely one male son for at least three generations before my father. My brother and I too have one son a piece, and my half-brother another. So he has at least tripled the chances of our line continuing on and both my brother and I certainly have not inherited much wisdom either. Our ways are to survive the world, driven by a fire inside that does not care anything much for the world at all.

It is hard to survive the world without caring for it at all when weighed against your own internal compass. Hard in the sense that life will tend to be harder from a practical point of view, but compared to not having that internal compass, it is a joy. A simple walk along a pristine beach in excellent weather.

It is unfathomable to me how men without that inner fire pass their days. How do they face the mirror? Sleep at night? What do they dream of? What are their deepest hopes?

It is not with contempt that you realise that indeed, most of the world is composed of NPCs, but rather with sadness. What a world it would be if men were not cowards and refused the snivelling wormtongues that rule over their betters by deceit and lies and subterfuge and blackmail and all things corrupt and vile.

Can you even begin to imagine it?

Or do you think that being ruled by the Bill Gates, Epsteins, Rothchilds, Schwabs, Soros and their pudgy, soft, pedophile puppets IS the natural order of things?

Well?

Do you?

Yesterday we took them all to the park to run around for a few hours then we all went to a nice café that does food too and we ate all together.

I say ate all together but given our five children are best described as intelligently feral, it was probably more akin to bailing out water on a sinking old-style viking ship.

Allow me to paint a picturesque slice of blissful family life.

The 2 and 3 year olds immediately removed their shoes, which is just as well as they used the comfortable settee type armchairs as trampoline, climbing wall, leap of faith and dog kennel. No, we don’t have a dog. The seven year old was essentially emulating the 2 and 3 year olds but with shoes on. The 11 year old, bless her, was trying to help manage the chaos.

The wife was sitting on my lap until we managed to add a chair at which point the baby wanted feeding. My wife also wanted the salad dressing on the side and a non-menu item added to it. It’s like she still hasn’t understood Italy at all. It took 6 requests to eventually get what she wanted. Which was awesome and kind of the servers and the chef, because in Italy that Americanism of making an order “special” by asking for non-standard items usually gets you a blank stare and possibly a shoulder shrug.

The food arrives and the little one decides forks are an oppressive tool of the bourgeois. Her brother, the three year old, makes a valiant effort to show her that noble blood requires the use of eating implements. In fairness he only got the chocolate, from the pancakes with strawberries, on his face and arms, not all over his clothes too like she did. The seven year old decided her hamburger was not McDonald standard, being made of actual beef instead of rat off-cuts, and left it after one bite. Her mother ate it while waiting for her salad dressing on the side.

As I am looking for chains to bolt the three small ones to their chairs, finally the last babycino for the boy arrives. He interrupts his practicing for pillage and mayhem by picking up the tiny teaspoon, looking at me and saying:

“Daddy, is that foam?”

“Yes, son, it is.”

Remembering a conversation from 3 or 4 months ago when I explained that milk foam is not the sludge of some primordial ectoplasm, he gingerly uses the teaspoon to eat the foam one little spoonful at the time.

Fascinated, the cyclone of baby-wipes, squeals, and ship-to-ship armchair-to-armchair leaps, fades into the background as I watch him. He looks up when the foam is finished:

“Daddy, is this milk?”

He has always been suspicious.

“Yes, it is.”

He grabs the little handle on the espresso cup and again looks at me.

“Can I drink it like this?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

He very carefully drinks his warm milk from his little cup as if it were precious liquid gold. Good form too.

“That was nice, daddy.”

“I’m glad you liked it, son.”

And then the tornado starts again.

When he tries to run off throughout the restaurant, I grab him and tell him no, he says,

“But why?”

Very logically I might add.

“Look around. Do you see anyone else running around the restaurant?”

He looks around. “No.”

“There you go then. People come here to eat and be calm, it’s a restaurant, not a park.”

“Oh, ok.”

And to be fair, he didn’t try to run around the place again. Which stunned the crap out of me.

I couldn’t help thinking to myself: You mean the other 49 times I told you not to do that before in your life, you were just thinking dad’s a spoilsport asshole for no reason, eh?

In a tiny lull in the chaos I point out to my wife a small group of adults, childless friends enjoying a drink and I say smiling, “Look at that, poor bastards, sitting there with their friends, childless, trying to convince themselves they are happy.”

My wife knowingly nodded melancholically, thinking of late nights dancing, and partying, no doubt.

Later at home though, when they are all finally in bed and we are talking, she says:

“You know, I did look around in that place. And it was awful. Even the pretty couples, just sitting there, not even talking to each other. Looking at their phones.” She made a face as if a shiver was going down her spine at the very thought.

And it’s true. The worst day of running around chasing after one half-naked kid while another has an exploding event in her loose nappy and the third one is screaming around the house about stink bugs, beats the crap out of a nice day going to the cinema (when they still existed) with your girlfriend and a dinner after.

The entire premise of modern life is to have things as easy, effortless, simplified and standardised as possible. And that’s no way to live.

It’s like that old question, if you had the choice, between:

• living in a perfectly safe, very large compound, with no crime and you could order whatever food you like every week and do only ten hours of work a week, with unlimited access to films and books and sometimes also other entertainment, say a sport you can do up to twice a week and you even get regular sex with a beautiful person of the right sex for you three times a week, with visits of up to a further 6 hours a week (but no further sex than three times a week), or…

• Being outside of the giant compound, where you have to fend for yourself against wild animals, the elements, other wild humans like you and so on, you can have a few weapons and equipment to start but after that you’re on your own, which would you choose?

Most people, over 99% I estimate, will choose the compound with the regulated sex and free menus.

And their squalid little lives will mean absolutely nothing. Not even to themselves.

While those of us out there in the wastelands are the ones that will rebuild civilisation after your “utopia” collapses faster than your atrophied imagination can possibly guess.

Maybe, with a bit of luck, one of us might even remember that proper cappuccinos have foam on the top, and will figure out how to build a proper coffee machine.

I have had occasion to encounter “intelligence” operatives before, and the ones from the USA in particular truly do fit this level of stupidity.

It is glorious.

And in the early days of the internet, when the paid agents were trying to squash information about antigravitic engines, they used to get regularly stomped by shit-kickers on the internet. In fact they’d be exposed and routed so regularly that in the end they had to brute force the whole thing, by storming various IRC chats and flooding them with more operatives and shills than members, routinely attacking people who shared valid information, down to hacks on their computers that physically damaged hard drives, flooding the chats with porn and bot attacks and so on.

On a one on one battle of wits, these guys are simply outgunned.

Enjoy, and laugh. Laugh especially hard at this. It’s a healthy belly-laugh kind of thing and you should share it with everyone you know.

All hail Lucca and Niggerbrap!

Milo has been ranting for weeks now how Laura Loomer and Ali Akbar and Nick Fuentes are all finished, political hacks with no future in politics, relationships, or anything else. Mostly because gay and fake.

It’s as if he thinks somehow he’s still relevant or anyone takes notice of his gay spats, other than the gays involved and moi. Who does it because enemies of the church need to be exposed then ground into repenting dust.

Tell me, does this look like the level of commenting someone with 25.6k followers has?

No. No it does not. I follow an Italian Ex Military Police guy who talks about health and legal issues who has barely 7k followers, all in only Italian language and his posts have hundreds of comments.

Milo is a fat, dead, gay, fish, floating on the water.

Imagine being Milo. How tragic is his existence.

May he repent before his no-doubt early demise. People like him usually don’t last very long. A combination of the drugs, booze, homosexual lifestyle, and crushing existential loneliness invariably cuts their time on Earth somewhat short.

And being an exposed Freemason doesn’t help your longevity either.

Now that we know that no politician will save you. That no political movement will save you. That all the talking heads are literally gay, and fake. That the police will not only not save you but probably be your enemy. That the army will be like the police. That the rules and laws are applied selectively and asymmetrically to imprison you, impoverish you, and destroy your marriage, your family and steal your children, if you have them, and turn them into parodies of sexual lab rats. Or that will to its best to make you believe physical realities like your sex or skin colour or nationality or ethnicity are “fluid”. And ensure you absolutely do NOT believe in marriage, or even worse, having children, and above all to ensure you think God is an absurd fiction. Now that you know all that.

Now what?

What are you going to do?

Are you going to be a player character and take the risks on? Or will you be an NPC and let the events decide where or how you end up?

What’s that? You want a map? I have given plenty on this blog. I even wrote a whole RPG game to help train you in the skills of creating teams, face to face interactions, and role-play various scenarios. It’s more that the talking heads on the magic box will ever do for you.

But ultimately, if you use the information provided or not, is up to you.

Choose a path, or let it be chosen for you.

Occasionally even reddit has something worth noting.

Here is a summary that is well made, feom R/nextfuckinglevel

And the video of French protestors at Blackrock HQ is what was being commented on, which is here.

If, these protests actually materialise into something that can and will change the current puppet class of rulers, remains —in my opinion— a very unlikely event. Still, one can hope.

There are all those Catholic prophecies after all…