The Female Crusader is a Mind-Stabber

I had a conversation not too long ago with a friend who confessed to me that he had gently mentioned to his wife that perhaps the Jews were a bit more responsible for the “persecutions” that sporadically happen to them (like 1004 times from 110 countries) from time to time. And apparently, after she had done some of her own investigations on the matter, she developed the ferociousness of a rabid lioness on the topic.

I think the words he used was that the “seething hatred” would now pop up randomly, and I assume probably not really appropriate times, regardless of the company of the day.

In SSH terms the man is pretty much a book-perfect Sigma, so while weaker men might be frightened by such displays of overt “antisemitism”, he was laughing heartily when he described the situation, which I admit, I find very amusing too.

Lo and behold, a couple of weeks later, the parent’s chat of our kids school mentioned that while the kids were all invited to sing at the old people’s home (near Christmas, because you know, it’s Christmas) they wanted to reassure everyone that the kids would not be singing any “religious” songs (translation: Christmas songs), so “everyone” could take part.

Now, my wife (like me) is not what you’d call a model Catholic by any stretch of the imagination. As I have said plenty of times right from the beginning, I am certainly not a good Catholic, but… I am one, and I absolutely am a fervently believing one.

Puritanical Churchian’s (usually of the heretic Protestant or other fake “Christian” sect) seem shocked at this admission, as if it somehow invalidates my faith.

Of course, as any ACTUAL Christian 1 knows full well, no one is pure or really saintly, not one of us; but then, what can you expect from retards that believe idiocy like “once saved always saved”. Or that the Freemason Bible (that’s the other name of the King’s James “Bible”) is the “best” Bible, or the absolute zombies who —thanks to the Scofield “Bible”— think the Jews are our “brethren” instead of the Synagogue of Satan our very Lord pronounced them.

In order to explain the paradox somewhat to the ignorants, I explain, that the Crusaders were very devout and only had Holy Mass maybe once a year. And they killed and did other things too (the whores were never far from their camps after all, apparently). They did acts of repentance, and some were genuinely pious and actually strictly obedient to Catholic dogma, but if you take Jean Parisot de Valette for example, he is the single man probably most responsible for having protected the entirety of Christendom from the Muslims, as the leader of the Knights of Malta, he inspired, led, and fought alongside his men at age 71 without skipping a beat.

He also shocked his own men when —after the Muslims had captured some of his knights and tortured them to death— he ordered all the Muslims prisoners be brought up from the cells, then he behaved them all with his two-handed sword, and fired their heads out of cannons into the enemy camps. Which had the desired effect of crushing the morale of an army that was some 40,000 strong to his 600 knights and about three to four thousand Maltese men.

Personally I still think he was merciful even then. I think I would have set the prisoners up on poles along the walls and set them alight in the evening. All the better to see the advancing Muslims that also fought at night as well as during the day. But maybe he was trying to avoid a worst shock to his own men.

He also spent some months in a hole in the ground for nearly beating a man to death for blasphemy, and he fathered at least two illegitimate children, and was apparently screwing some other nobleman’s wife too along the way even in advanced age.

Was he a perfect man? By no means.

Was he a good Catholic? I am sure many priests would say he left a lot to be desired in that respect. And no one can comment or bless his fornication, affairs, and whatever else.

HOWEVER… was he NECESSARY?

You bet.

And if, as we are told in the Bible. God thought of David as a man “after His own heart” then, I have no doubt that Jean Parisot is up in heaven too.

But back to the message the class co-ordinator sent…

It sparked a rather surprising reaction from the wife. Armed with google translate, she fired off paragraph after paragraph of (very polite I must say) questions as to why was a Christian tradition being hijacked, and for whose sensibilities exactly, and why on Earth could our kids NOT sing Christmas carols, and if they were trying not to offend anyone they had failed because as a Catholic she was PROFOUNDLY offended.

There was some attempts at pacification, some mealy-mouthed sophistry about “well, perhaps we didn’t explain well, we just didn’t want to have anyone feel excluded” to which she responded with: “Well, my children are excluded now, aren’t they?! How could I possibly let them go and learn that at Christmas, that is CHRIST’s MASS they are not supposed to sing about Christ?!?”

I have rarely been prouder. She checked in now and then for any grammar corrections (very few, she was on point) and being English, if she was being a bit too harsh.

To which I laughed heartily and said if she wanted ME to join the chat, she would begin to see just what harsh/rude/over-the-top looked like.

In fairness, though, I also told her my messages would be a lot shorter.

And I added that if our kids did go, I would fully expect them to sing Christmas song at full volume, and I would absolutely be standing right in their corner if anyone dared complain.

The back and forth was too long to detail but she did not relent a single bit despite only one other person (VERY MILDLY) agreeing with her. In the end this sole individual said something along the lines of “Actually, I too kind of agree with you, but the teachers are only the messengers.”

I offered my wife the THIS IS SPARTA meme but she’s too classy for that.

Later, when I was complimenting her in the kitchen, on what I was very proud of seeing as her protecting of Catholic tradition, her genteel nature as an English Rose of the most refined kind, took a tiny little bit of a dent, but, after all, being of noble blood myself, Noblesse Oblige… Judge for yourself…

Me: “You know, darling, I was really impressed with how you handled that. Very proud. I didn’t even know you felt that strongly…”

Wife: “Well, it just pisses me of. And yeah, I mean I don’t know much, I am still figuring things out myself, but for fuck’s sake, it’s an ancient tradition, the old people don’t object to it, for sure, because they grew up with it. The kids don’t either, and if someone wants to sing at other times, let them, let them sing every week at the old people’s home, why not? And we all know at Christmas we sing Christmas songs, whatever anyone believes, because Christmas is about baby Jesus! And what? We’re not supposed to have our kids sing about baby Jesus? Christmas is about baby fucking Jesus, ok!?”

I couldn’t help it. I mean she wasn’t even trying to be dramatic. There was probably a little rage and venom going directly into the pan she was hovering over as she spoke. I burst out laughing.

Me: Had I more aplomb, I should have said something like, “I’m not sure that’s the appropriate way to address out Lord darling, but I’m sure He understands on this occasion.” But I couldn’t stop laughing. She noticed and half-smiling…

Wife: “What? baby fucking Jesus? Yeah ok… but you know what I mean.”

She did take the namesake of Joan of Arc at her baptism after all.

I tell ya boys and girls, we are already making friends and influencing people, Kurgan-style.

I discovered not too long ago that hunters, trufflers, and people in the village in general have nicknamed me The English , which is of course, quite insulting. I mean, I am absolutely an invading foreigner in these lands, but at least get the naval power right, landlubbers! I’m Venetian . It’s the wife that is English.

In any case, that makes me absolutely more convinced I did the right thing buying these flags. Now to build a high enough and sturdy enough pole to fly them from.

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It is the very foundation of modernity.

Tell me dear reader, how useful, necessary and good would it be for someone to need to sexually objectify themselves (whatever that pseudo-language means) in order to do a PhD degree thesis on the topic itself?

Because this woman apparently is flashing a bit of soft-core covered-up titty on the internet “for her PhD” guys!

It’s resolving big important issues no doubt.

When we look at portraits of women from the past, we’re often quick to categorize them in ways that echo Russell’s observations. We might feel discomfort, a sense that these “sexy girls” are somehow less worthy of our serious attention. But if we can recognize that discomfort — and see how it’s rooted in our cultural biases — we can begin to treat these portraits as legitimate, meaningful acts of self-fashioning. Not many people would agree with me about that – but that’s why I am working so hard to cover every angle in my PhD research. I’m kind of keen to prove a lot of people wrong.

Yup. Right up there with the discovery of penicillin and x-rays.

Trying to make sluttery normalised just a bit more. Because an absence of wanton, gold-digging whores with the sexual loyalty of a bonobo on crack is the existential problem of our age. Somehow we need to get more of that I suppose, judging by her PhD.

But fear not. If you wondered whether she was a smart, deep thinker, well… this is how our “conversation” in her comments went:

I opened with what is basically a rhetorical point. I don’t expect her to in any way change her views etc. But she makes a decent example for the point of the previous post: the total brainwashing women have been subjected to that leaves them feeling and acting (and being validated for it apparently) as if the only thing they cam give is the sexual thrill.

This was my comment:

Her reaction?

Play dumb barbie (except she doesn’t have the figure or looks for barbie, and I’m immune to dumb barbie even in person as I was never much into blondes anyways).

Now, keep in mind the STANDARD, first hit on duckduckgo when you type in sluttery is this:

Imminent Phd recipient there boys and girls!

But she felt she had to carry on since the link takes you to this instead:

Which is the first hit which is linkable.

So she chose to pretend that she had NO IDEA what the word sluttery meant, and NO IDEA of which meaning was appropriate to the context of her post.

Now it’s true they hand out PhDs like candy, but if this is reflective of her powers of observation… well… maybe she should just buy her diploma from an online Indian university for $9.99.

But I am nothing if not helpful:

So dear reader, once again, this is not a Kurganing, just pointing out how this poor dear, who happens to have bought hook line and sinker into the whole boomer ethos of free love (she is an open marriage apparently as of a couple of years ago) and she thinks it will continue to work wonderfully to their grave presumably, has reached the point of being so “normalised” in her sluttiness that she wants to now experience being objectified herself, but it’s for science guys, ok?

And it has NOTHING AT ALL to do with the fact that in their open marriage I would bet her husband gets more action (especially of the emotionally intimate variety, not just sexual) than she does.

Or the fact that when she switched from one roomate as “boyfriend” to the other, the first guy didn’t bat an eye.

Or the fact she was living with two guy at age 20 and ended up banging both.

Nope, nope.

Look, I don’t personally care what sexual kinks people have. I was no saint myself. The fact I am now Catholic, even if of the same variety as the Crusaders (ie actual Catholicism, not Novus Ordo Freemasonic Satanism), I genuinely do not care what YOU do in your bedroom. I DO care if you try to present your personal perversion as though it was fine and good for all. Or that ANYONE should “accept it”. For any reason.

But you see… women are herd animals.

Regardless of if she really IS happy having her husband spend the night with his new girlfriend or not, she simply cannot just keep it to herself. She needs the herd to validate her. Her whole “PhD” is light cover for “accept me!”

Does she have children? Would she? How would they fit in such a dynamic? And if not, why not? Has she, in fact, traded the unknown joy of motherhood for the “thrill” of being slutty in her 40s?

Do you think that is a good trade?

Do you think it is the good and true and healthy progress toward a future of open love everywhere?

Because we have enough data on the boomers and their “effects”, and the results are catastrophic.

So think: How did she get here? How did she go from wondering how other “sexy” women look and what it means so much that she wants to do a PhD on it?

And how does PhD in this case not mean

Pretty Hu-seless Degree?

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Before we get to Debbie and her orgy (yes, seriously, we will be looking at this as a perfect example of how brainwashing psyop works), we need a little framework based on (uncomfortable for many of you) reality, so…

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As I have often stated, to the great offence of women far and wide, no doubt, because they don’t understand that generalisations are still facts, as a general rule:

• Women tend to be herd animals (it’s biological, and they can’t really help it, it’s what their main survival pressure was since cave times. See Caveman Theory for details)
• They tend to be solipsistic to a degree that would get the average man punched in the face daily
• They are in essence far less able to do logic and they process things far more from a right brain mode, and this duality of being has been best explained in this somewhat more technical post.

All that said, please remember that I also state the following about men in general:

• Feminism is due to weak men letting other weak and deceptive men (and especially the ones of a particularly noxious tribe that hates Caucasian Christians above all) impose various nonsensical “rules” that leverage the average NPC’s “good guy” intentions while bypassing his average 100 point IQ altogether for seeing how things play out down the line.
• MGTOW are just a bunch of cowardly, frustrated incels, pretending to be “done” with women, when the truth is that they are so desperately unfuckable, both physically, but even more so mentally, that we should all agree with them not to ever even attempting to breed. No one needs that DNA to perpetrate.
• The Red Pill and PUA nonsense is at least 50% bullshit, and the other 50% is misrepresented and misunderstood by the vast majority of men, perpetrating the myth that women are “the enemy”. [Pro-tip: You may want to familiarise yourself with my ongoing series on the JQ on this].
• The Protestant work ethic, the Protestant binary idea of women essentially being second-class citizens, the Protestant zeitgeist of the Anglo-speaking world, lends itself to a complete mechanisation, and reduction, of human beings; both male and female. But particularly on women, removing the value they have as nurturers, mothers, and wives, which degrades the entire fabric of human connection and society. Catholicism is more nuanced, varied, and focussed on reality and co-operation in the true, biological, natural way between men and women. And by Catholicism I mean strictly only actual Catholics, which are now limited to 1958 Totalist Sedevacantists [I don’t expect you to know what that is, but it’s on you to educate yourself if you care to.] And by and large, Protestantism has forever been pushed by weak, limited men of abysmal ahistorical knowledge and thoroughly flawed logic as well as lower powers of perception.

Now then, here is an example which I will comment in all its horrific “glory”.

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Debbie decided to go to an orgy. Read the whole thing there at the link above, then you can come back here for a full vivisection of Debbie. However, I would like to point out that even though Debbie will be made to look an idiot, I don’t especially blame Debbie for anything much. She’s a woman, and reacts rather standardly, as far as female statistics on these things go. A little more context on her early life would no doubt confirm what I will write below, but I doubt she would agree with much of anything I write here. The brainwashing has taken hold deeply already and is intimately tied in with her own sense of identity and who she is.

Let’s start with getting an insight into the average female brain (if you were not aware of this, it will shock you, boys):

Is it worth it to tell the truth? I don’t know, but I feel compelled to try, because somewhere inside of me, there is a persistent and stubborn belief that the truth will set us free. Sounds corny and unrealistic, right?

People keep saying to me that I can’t change who I am, that if this is me, I should be able to express it, but I don’t buy that. People suppress parts of themselves all the time.

If it’s who you are to kill ants with magnifying glasses, no one says, “Well, that’s just who she is—she should be allowed to be herself.” Some things are unacceptable and many (most? all?) of us have dark intuitions that shouldn’t be allowed to surface.

Have you ever felt the urge to step out in front of an oncoming train? Or push someone else out? Or plunge a knife into the hand of someone sitting beside you? Or throw your whining child off the Westgate Bridge ?

Crazy bitch, right?

Except most women in the modern West have these kind of random thoughts throughout their day. While I can assure you I never ONCE had the thought of flinging one of my kids off a bridge or stabbing a random stranger for no reason. Women call these “intrusive thoughts”. Normal men, like me, call it “bitches be crazy”.

Just realising this is a general truth that applies to the majority of women (one can argue about the percentages, but go ahead and do your own research on that) will instantly give the average man an immediately better take on the female sex in general.

Once you know the level of crazy shit that goes on in their belfry, you will tend to not sweat the small stuff as much. And still, keep an eye on her whenever you are walking over a bridge with your kids!

Armed with this baseline starting point, let’s delve on.

It hadn’t occurred to me that monogamy and kink could be spectra like those of neurodiversity or sexuality, but when someone sent me Aella’s Polyamory Post , everything changed.

She described how she came to identify as poly, like one can identify as gay, and that resonated very strongly for me. I thought back to the discussion my partner Franc and I had had at the start of our relationship as to whether we could sleep with other people, and how I’d said that it would be fine, and he (and others) had said that it wouldn’t, so I’d agreed and settled into “normal”.

Reading that there were people for whom sleeping with others outside of their primary relationship was normal felt like coming home to me. I didn’t want to throw away what I had with Franc, but I found myself craving the same things I’d sought in my youth—the thrill of the chase, the feeling of being desired, the full-body rushes that only came when a new man had touched me, either virtually or physically.

After Aella’s polyamory post, I read Sex at Dawn , an eye-opening book that describes how early humans probably didn’t live in monogamous pairs, because:

1) If everyone sleeps with everyone, they avoid paternal certainty, which means greater chances of survival for offspring, who were less likely to be killed by rival males (i.e. if a dad doesn’t know which kids are his, he’ll let them all live), and;

2) They could provide group care, which is handy in a species devoid of claws, sharp teeth, speed, or basically any objectively useful defence mechanisms.

Indeed, many societies today still don’t practice systematic monogamy, and among our closest primate relatives (and the animal kingdom in general), true monogamy is vanishingly rare.

Humans, ourselves, aren’t the best examples of monogamy, if we’re honest. Watch this TED talk by Esther Perel if you don’t believe me.

Whew! Take a breath… quite a lot of self-deception, herd-animal behaviour, and pre-programmed psyops going on in this block-quote. Let’s start from the top and work our way down.

It hadn’t occurred to me that monogamy and kink could be spectra like those of neurodiversity or sexuality, but when someone sent me Aella’s Polyamory Post , everything changed.

Translation into normal language:

“I like dick and getting dicked down. I discovered my sexuality kind of early on and fooled around enough to discover: I like dick! But OMG it’s so rude and judgy to say I like dick. Kinda, all dick? Any dick? Weird dick? Yeah, that’s not normal, the herd would kick me out. BUT WAIT! Oh here are some new words: spectra … non-binary … ethical non-monogamy … Yay! I can be on a sliding scale of sluttiness, and…and….yeah! That’s socially acceptable by… well a bunch of freaks, degenerates and …oh who cares, point is I have a new herd here! And I can link it to other stuff, like autism! Or being “born” gay! Or…probably… racism! Yeah! You can’t argue against racism! Or being born gay, or…yeah, that will do! And now…oh here, see, here is another woman who says she too likes dick, any dick, all dick, and it’s all fine. It’s all great! I can like dick too! Yay!”

Now, in truth none of that is consciously going on for Debbie. Debbie just “feels” her way through all those “sensations” and pointing out their logical truth, origin, and reality is DEEPLY offensive to her. Makes her feel stupid and that can’t be right, because remember Debbie (like every other woman) is the centre of the universe and can’t possibly be fundamentally flawed. No, no, her feelings validate reality.

Nevertheless, that is, essentially, precisely what is going on for Debbie.

As an aside, who is Aella? Well, she is a profoundly unhappy creature that has been oversexed and possibly abused early on in life, and while her polyamory post is well-written and appears to argue the points she makes quite reasonably and logically, the reality is that Aella has never had a proper, stable, committed, child-included relationship. So her theorising, while possibly appealing, is just that, theory. Without the benefit of any real-life experience, or as we scientists (i.e. engineers) call it, actual physical proof that lasts in time and produces repeatable results over it across a wide variety of situations. Don’t take my word for it. See her own post on how she would pay you $100k if you introduce her to a guy who she ends up wanting to actually marry, or $300k if you can find her someone to impregnate her (and give her ten million to be a single mom [well, sort of, raising the kid in a hippie commune where child sexual abuse is rampant, actually]).

And for those of you too lazy to click and read her full on schizo-post, here is a snippet.

100k is not trivial for me, net-worth wise. But if I imagine I’m already happily married in the future, and you asked ‘would you have paid 100k to meet your husband?” I imagine I’d say yes without hesitation.

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Or, you can find someone to pay me 10m (post tax) to impregnate me and have me raise his child, sole custody, single mother.

It wouldn’t be full single mother, I’d use a lot of the money to pay for assistance, and also to more intentionally build a community of other parents interested in more group-family type dynamics.

I am currently freezing many dozens of eggs (67 at the time of this post), through which we can do polygenic screening for the most robust offspring.

Does that sound like anyone you would take life advice from? That you’d want your daughter to take life advice from?

I mean, I’m just saying… but back to Debbie and her brainwashing, however.

Notice that Debbie is self-justifying her going to an orgy to be a slut based on the ramblings of someone that is CLEARLY far from happy, fulfilled, or reasonable by any stretch of the imagination, but it doesn’t matter, because now Debbie feels “less alone” in wanting to be a wanton slut that like dick, any dick, all dick. And that’s all that matters. If she was alone in it then she would be a dirty, dirty, dirty whore and deserving of judgement and scorn. But as long as she is in a coven of wanton whores, then she is just another member of a perfectly sane, just, and equitable society.

Again, she doesn’t ACTUALLY think these things consciously, it’s all just “feels” but that is precisely what is actually going on.

Moving on to the next part of that dense quote:

Reading that there were people for whom sleeping with others outside of their primary relationship was normal felt like coming home to me. I didn’t want to throw away what I had with Franc, but I found myself craving the same things I’d sought in my youth—the thrill of the chase, the feeling of being desired, the full-body rushes that only came when a new man had touched me, either virtually or physically.

Notice how it is SOMEONE ELSE slutting around that gives her, her own “permission” to feel ok about liking dick. All dick. Any dick. Now, any marginally self-aware person MAN that is not functionally retarded, already knows sex feels good and we all like it. How’s that saying? Even bad sex is good sex? Yeah, water is wet and sex feels great. What a powerful journey of self-discovery you did there Debbie! Climbing Mount Everest in a bikini next?

The next bit is interesting:

After Aella’s polyamory post, I read Sex at Dawn , an eye-opening book that describes how early humans probably didn’t live in monogamous pairs, because:

1) If everyone sleeps with everyone, they avoid paternal certainty, which means greater chances of survival for offspring, who were less likely to be killed by rival males (i.e. if a dad doesn’t know which kids are his, he’ll let them all live), and;

2) They could provide group care, which is handy in a species devoid of claws, sharp teeth, speed, or basically any objectively useful defence mechanisms.

Now, I have NOT looked this up before typing this sentence, but I’d bet even odds that I could tell you something about the “early life” portion of the wikipedia page of the author of that nonsense. Shall we google it together people? Let’s. And let’s see if I was right in my suspicion.

Oh it’s a rabbit hole for sure:

The authors are one Christopher Ryan and his “wife”. We are not told what ethnicity he is…but…from his wikipedia page, we can see who he was influenced by (much like Debbie really):

His doctoral dissertation analyzed the prehistoric roots of human sexuality. It was guided by the psychologist Stanley Krippner , ^[2] a humanistic psychologist , Sabrina Zirkel, and Jürgen W. Kremer. ^[3]

Now, who might Stanley Kripper be?

Krippner has written extensively on altered states of consciousness , dream telepathy , hypnosis , shamanism , dissociation , and parapsychological subjects . ^{[3] [4] [8]} Krippner was an early leader in Division 32 of the American Psychological Association (APA), the division concerned with humanistic psychology, serving as President of the division from 1980–1981. ^[9] He also served as president of division 30, the Society for Psychological Hypnosis, and is a Fellow of five APA divisions. ^[10] Krippner has conducted experiments with Montague Ullman into dream telepathy at the Maimonides Medical Center. ^[3] In 2002, Krippner won the APA Award for Distinguished Contributions to the International Advancement of Psychology . ^{[4] [11]}

So… well versed in hypnosis and therefore the entire psyops set of skills and… he certainly had some —stein collaborators, in case the APA was not enough of a red flag .

The dream laboratory at the Maimonides Medical Centre was established in 1962, and Krippner joined the staff in 1964 as the first dream telepathy studies were commencing. ^[12] The design of the first experiment had already been established at this point, by Montague Ullman and Sol Feldstein. ^[12] In total Krippner, Ullman and Alan Vaughan list ten dream telepathy experiments in their 1973 book Dream Telepathy , beginning with the first screening study in the summer of 1964 ^[13] and ending with “The Second Bessant Study”. ^[14]

But, aside the roots of the idiotic book, let’s look at the two premises she quotes as being “valid”.

1) If everyone sleeps with everyone, they avoid paternal certainty, which means greater chances of survival for offspring, who were less likely to be killed by rival males (i.e. if a dad doesn’t know which kids are his, he’ll let them all live), and;

Actually no. This has never worked in any society, and the very few primitives in which SOME aspect of this existed essentially never got out of the Stone Age. And they kill each other regularly. With clubs. See Amazonic tribes and primitive Papua New Guineans.

Also, as someone that has fathered five children, and seen countless other couples and their babies, I can assure you that nature sees to it that a father recognises his own children. And so does everyone else. So much so that when someone we knew obviously had his wife get pregnant by her boss, it was obvious the boy was not his child, even if everyone politely pretended it was. And this sort of thing was not glossed over in cave times. There would be dead bodies over it.

2) They could provide group care, which is handy in a species devoid of claws, sharp teeth, speed, or basically any objectively useful defence mechanisms.

More absolute bullshit. Primitive people band together to fight off danger, other tribes, etc. but they do so as a matter of survival, not because no one is sure whose kid belongs to whom.

The premise is nonsense and Ryan and his “wife” are just trying to justify their kink.

Now, please understand, it’s not even their kink I have an issue with. It’s their trying to normalise it as though it was a good thing that is the issue. And once again, this sort of libertine “freedom” is always pushed on traditionally Caucasian Christian(ish) populations, but is NEVER accepted as valid in a small violent, genocidal country in the Middle East. I wonder why that is.

The point, in relation to Debbie though, is that first she gets validation for her liking dick from a schizophrenic on sub stack, then from a BOOK! OMG a PUBLISHED BOOK! So it’s GOT to be true now, right? She’s just part of a giant herd of like-minded sluts now, no one can point a finger at her only, so it’s all cool!

But is that enough, well, let’s see:

Indeed, many societies today still don’t practice systematic monogamy, and among our closest primate relatives (and the animal kingdom in general), true monogamy is vanishingly rare.

It’s always good to bolster our own self-deception with absolutely unfounded little aphorisms like that. Go on Debbie, name three (functioning? hahahah) societies that don’t practice monogamy (because if you mean the Mormons and the Muslims, I have news for you, it’s the MEN that can fuck around, not the women). We’ll wait.

And then of course… apes and monkeys! Yay! If we can just rope them in with the (absurd, mathematically nonsensical, untenable, and flat out wrong, and outdated) 1 “theory of evolution” then we are on sound footing, right!? Right!

And, and… if all else fails… TED talk! Because THAT means it’s absolutely true and justified and GOOD! Okay, bigot?

Now, can you appreciate how many ways Debbie had to self-validate her “choice” to get gang-banged (for science) by first making sure she was part of a large enough herd?

THAT dear reader, is how female minds are pushed into this or that direction. The illusion (or reality, regardless of how toxic it might actually be) of social acceptance and “going with (a large enough) flow”.

And in her own way, she too, finally admits it (after once more referencing Aella as if she was the oracle of all things good in the sexual milieu of the world):

It was like giving myself permission not to see myself as broken, but as a natural product of evolution, with interests that could be explored rather than hidden away.

And I genuinely did not read her whole post when I wrote there was some childhood trauma there. I mean, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist.

My history of seeking out dominant males who would choke me and slap me and tie me up made a bit more sense. I had always assumed it was down to some internalised guilt from my childhood that meant I felt I was deserving of punishment. Either that or it was my need to hold onto a man—if he was holding me down, he wasn’t walking away.

Now… here is an important point, which is why I have a bolded heading that is a bit catchy, here:

Why the Church Forbids Blowjobs

Let’s see what Debbie gets up to though, with her boyfriend:

Except that I was in a relationship with someone who saw sex as something both sacred and secret. To be practiced in the dark, between two loving partners with no external input, no learning necessary, and certainly no sharing.

He noticed my burgeoning interest in polyamory, and being the loving and thoughtful human being he is, he bought me a voucher for an erotic massage for Christmas.

I went along and loved it, although the experience didn’t give me rushes in the aftermath.

And if you’ve read about My First Orgy , you’ll know that things didn’t stop there.

Now, see, Franc (her boyfriend) is trying to indulge her sexual desires and steps out of line a little bit and lo and behold, it quickly descends into her going to an orgy. Now, if you actually read the Bible, in the songs of Solomon, it’s fairly clear that even in the house of David (lineage of Christ) we have lascivious men and women. Actual whores and men with plenty of wives and concubines. The point is not that such practices did not happen, but rather that such practices lead to nowhere good.

Now, imagine you are a happily married peasant that has only ever known marital sex in the missionary position in a loving manner and has fathered a bunch of children with his wife. And that is the norm. They are in love, know nothing else and are happy, and their children loved.

Then he travels one day to another town, maybe gets drunk a bit, is accosted by a slutty woman that gives him the first and only mind-blowing blowjob he has ever had. Well now he’s hooked. Aside the guilt and badness he will feel in the morning, he will not be able to forget that slutty, awesome, sensation of a well executed blowjob. And he will begin to be unsatisfied at home. And before you know it his family is torn apart by his whoring (in secret at first) then ever more rampantly disrespecting of his wife and family to satisfy his lusts.

And THAT, in essence, is why the Church forbids blowjobs. Because once you move away from the sensation that making love produces a child and you WANT that, you begin to delve into the perverse.

Now, for some of us, who have been through pretty much all the perversions first and somehow find themselves back to the origin and the intimacy of an actual marriage, the perversions no longer hold such a strong hold over us. But we are very few and far between. I have personally known men that after bedding literally hundreds of women were STILL in the thrall of the seduction, sex and having affairs. For decades and really throughout their lives.

For most people, the attractions of the flesh, lust, in short, is quite irresistible.

And while it plays out differently for men and women, both are extremely susceptible to being dragged into lust instead of love. And lust never ends well.

There are no real, lasting, “polyamory” throuples or quintuplets, or whatever they call them. It’s always just a temporary chaos of degeneracy, and inevitably hell for any children unfortunate enough to spawn from such things.

But see how all this sensible stuff is swept away by a schizo-post by a broken and unhappy slut on the internet, a book by some swingers, and the “psychology” and “progressiveness” pushed relentlessly upon us by the same tribe that invented feminism, Marxism, and the Frankfurt school of economics as well as how to rule by pederastry-blackmail, and creating fiat money.

But back to Debbie:

Franc is the kind of person who will balk at something in the first instance, but with enough time, will generally come round, especially if he thinks it’s important to me.

Despite being perfectly comfortable in our nuclear familial bliss, he agreed to come and check out a sex bar on an MFM night. He put his unwavering faith in me, his loyal partner of 15 years, fellow traveller, and mother of his children, to remain by his side throughout.

When, instead, I called him awkward and jumped onto a bed with a bunch of strangers, he felt more betrayed than if I had had an affair.

In all the years we’d been together, I had never seen him cry. He didn’t hide his tears; he just never shed any. Had never felt any need to.

That night, he wept as he walked home.

Think about the type of person that acts this way.

Her own emotions more important than the relationship she apparently has built with a man for the last 15 years, and the children she has had with him too.

Remember when I started out explaining that women are solipsistic? That they feel their own emotions validate reality? That they are, in a word, rampant egomaniacs as a rule? Well… see above dear reader. And if you are female, go on and try and backward rationalise all your solipsism as much as you like. It’s still true. And me, most men that are able to think, and God, know it too.

And so do you, in those flashes of lucidity you get at three am you admit to no one.

Besides, the poor dear needs her beauty sleep, yo!

I was still full of adrenaline from the orgy and my apologies probably sounded weak and without heart. I couldn’t simultaneously take in his criticism and enjoy the rushing waves of euphoria that the night of unbridled passion had unleashed.

My eyes started to droop. I asked if we could talk about it later.

Every time I roused from my shallow sleep that night, my guilt grew along with the painful sound of his sniffles and stifled sobs.

The next few days were colder than the deepest Siberian winter.

And the solution?

Well, clearly… let’s go to the very source of the malaise to begin with to ask for answers:

Was my behaviour an inevitable expression of who I was? Did this all mean I needed to pursue sex in unusual ways with new people in order to be happy? And did it mean, as he continually insisted, that he wasn’t “enough” for me?

And does his natural character mean that he can never be happy in a non-monogamous situation?

Are we incompatible, despite all outward appearances, because of this one fundamental difference in our outlooks?

These were the questions I wanted a professional to answer for me.

I organised our first therapy session.

Her post is “to be continued” and I think we can all see how it is very likely to end with a book perhaps, called Eat, Pray, do Orgies .

I’m sure it will do well and maybe a film about her “glorious” experience will be made in her “honour” by the parasites in Hollywood.

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Because some of you prefer pictures to words and videos.

With thanks to Vox who posted this originally.

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If you’re a generic white normie, the idea of thinking out loud (if only in your own head) that many Muslims are sex-starved ferals that think it’s ok to have sex with children, 1 that Jews are controlling the finances of the planet and therefore, pretty much everything else, and also think raping three year olds is perfectly acceptable, 2 thanks to blackmail videos of child-rape and murder, or that the average African has an IQ that is at least one standard deviation less than the average Caucasian, makes you at least uncomfortable.

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In fact, it makes you SO uncomfortable, you will avoid thinking it out loud even to yourself. And the idea of pushing that SHARE button….brrrr…shiver me timbers! no, no, no, can’t have people see me reading this freaky, Nazi guy, right? 3

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Go on, hover over it with your mouse… see that feeling of fear? feel it?

This remains true even after you take some time (if you even can) usually in secret, to try and either “disprove” such “vicious, racist, xenophobic thoughts”. And it remains true to some extent even after you have researched each topic ad nauseam and found, to your shock and horror, that actually, yes, the facts indeed make each of the above assertions true.

Now, you should be able to question why that is.

Why should you feel uncomfortable?

You have no problem accepting other random facts about the natural world.

Lions eat antelopes.

Apes are generally smarter than dogs.

Dolphins are mammals.

No issue there.

But point out that the Talmudians have it as part of their religious beliefs that pedophelia is absolutely fine, as per the writings in their (un)holy books, or that they truly believe gym like you are to be their servants and are no better than cattle, or that Jewish pedophiles can run off to Israel to avoid prosecution and will never be deported back to the country where they raped children, and for some reason… your brain freezes.

Or mention the FACT that not even in the Jewish holocaust museum in Israel does anyone actually officially believe the figure of 6 million jews having been killed by the Germans; much less in gas chambers that no one can find, explain how they possibly could have worked, nor where the bodies disappeared to; or alternatively where the millions of tons of fuel (wood, coal, fuel) required to supposedly cremate them all (in not enough ovens to do it in 50 years if they burned continuously by the way) came from during war time, and suddenly, your own brain seizes up as if it was having a short circuit.

You may begin to experience feelings of guilt, or shame. And the thought of the people you know realising you have such thoughts, fills you with dread.

Do you even know why?

I mean, aside the fact that the Holocaust is the ONLY supposedly historical event that you can be jailed in various countries around the world for drying it happened?

But assuming you are living in a country where you are free to think or even say such things without legal consequences, nevertheless, your expectation is that there would be severe social consequences. And even if not, you certainly don’t want to associate with the kind of people who think and say such things!

And who can blame you, the average Neo-nazi stereotype is of a barely literate ferociously “racist” and cliquey individual that no polite and reasonable person wants to have as a neighbour, much less be associated with on a daily basis.

And so, you continue to pretend, even to yourself, that “well, anyway, even if it were generally true that… [insert uncomfortable thought]… I can still know that not ALL [insert uncomfortable tribe] are like that!”

Which of course has the same logical validity as saying “Well, yes the bite of the black mamba is deadly and essentially no one survives their bite, but… well, one guy did survive, after blowing his own leg half-off with a revolver and yeah he went blind and was left paralysed on half of his body, but… and also! And Also! Not ALL black mambas would NECESSARILY bite you (right away) if you happened right on top of one.”

So why? Why the mental reticence at being able to face such facts?

Hypnosis.

I would know. I trained as a hypnotist and have practices it for some 20 years.

It’s also called by less pleasant names in cases such as this. Indoctrination. Brainwashing.

When a lie or a series of lies, is repeated to you, normalised to you, made VERY IMPORTANT to you, from a very young age (primary school), and all sorts of events and remembrance days and so on are repeatedly taught to you for years on end, regardless o f what that thing is, you will grow up believing it. it will be so ingrained, you will identify with hat lie as though it were a part of you.

It takes a severe shock, or repeated conscious effort being faced or seeking the actual facts concerning it to begin to become free of the conditioning.

And don’t be fooled, this could be applied to anything. For example, Santa. Children who are told that Santa exists (in some supposedly charming version of life) grow up believing it, when the lie is perpetrated repeatedly not only by their parents, but also by their acquaintances and reinforced by all their little friends and the parents of their little friends. It is only because over time, the rest of the world does not sustain the lie that children eventually make the traumatic discovery that Santa was a big fat lie and done by their own parents, no less! And then, from there, will begin the questioning of all religion, because, hey, if these guys lied about Santa, maybe baby Jesus too is a lie!

How much stronger the lie is when it is in fact reinforced and reiterated (though with no more factual basis than Santa) by the rest of the entire world!

How much more difficult to see clearly.

Well, let me leave you with a link and a couple of short videos for the end of this part 1 of n. series of posts.

Israel appoints Itai Ofir as its new Chief Military Prosecutor following the resignation of Yifat Tomer-Yerushalmi, after a video showing a Palestinian detainee being raped by soldiers was leaked to the media. https://apnews.com/article/israel-military-scandal-prisoners-abuse-7becb2de4079b76b656910cc3c640d0d

I mean, that way you CAN justify your sentiment that “Not ALL Jews are like that!” right?

And maybe you are wondering why Jews love Mamdani… hmmm could it be that he’s their puppet? No, no, surely not! Surely this is just the much vaunted diversity that Jews love. Well they love it in the Western countries, not so much in their own, but hey, stop noticing it! Also Mamdani’s mother was married to a prominent Jew named Mitch Epstein. And he wears some weird Kabbala string bracelet, but hey, hey, stop noticing the Cohencidences.

Let us instead, look into a well known strong German woman, of uncompromising principles 4

And finally, you might want to look at this guy, going through the whole arguing with himself process. I mean, it might help you see what questions to ask yourself at least:

Welcome to your friendly, neighbouring deprogrammer.

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So we’re going up to the village to collect the parcels that the weak, cowardly, scum that are BRT, both employees and managers of that company suck ass, leave with the bar, the newsagent, random strangers, and if we had homeless people, probably them too.

I take the Pink Astronaut, who, by the way, in keeping with her scatological history , is just finishing up in the toilet, where her mother is valiantly trying to flush the umpteenth log this child has produced that clogged the bog.

As she pulls up her leggings, and runs out o the toilet, leaving her mother to deal with the smelly problem, she runs up the stairs to me, knowing I’m off somewhere saying:

“I am so proud of myself for blocking the toilet again!”

You know that meme on Facebook about a fossilised turd that they attribute to some Viking and how “huge” it was? Well, my wife thinks that was either an amateur of the turd Olympics, or possibly a child of age 3-4 since the fossilised product was a mere 20cm in length.

Aaaanyway… with that shitty prologue, we proceed to get in the car and drive up the hill. I was eating an apple and give her what’s left of it, because she loves apples, and as soon as she’s done munching on it she opens with:

“I know you will die before Mommy.”

Me: (cue another What the actual fuck? Moment.) “What?” Giving her a sideways glance of deep suspicion. You never know. The wife may have plans to poison me…

PA: “Yeah. You will die before Mommy.”

Me: “Oh yeah? And why do you say that?” You gotta finesse these kids, if I outright asked Is she trying to poison me? They’d probably just smile enigmatically and say “maybe…”

PA: “Because you’re older.”

Me: Ha! Foolish girl! I’ll outlast you all, they didn’t nickname me the Kurgan for no reason… “Well, just because I’m older doesn’t mean I’ll die first.” Pause. “In fact, given the way your mother is going…” Lack of proper sleep, ignoring me when I tell her to take naps with the little wolf, not eating properly, ignoring my cautions about her health in general…

PA: “Yeah… maybe Mommy will die first.”

Me: (silently to myself) Well, that was a completely fucked up random little chat. At least it’s over now. I mean what the hell makes her think about our death anyway? Probably after the inheritance, knowing them.

PA: “ Squished by a bus.”

Me: What the ACTUAL fuck is wrong with them?!? “What?!”

PA: Smiling gleefully, with an evil grin. “Yeah!” her lisp remains, making it even more sinister for some reason. “Squished flat like a pancake!”

Me: “…”

PA: “Yeah, squished flat. Like a pancake, and then mom disappears.”

Me: “…” (just looking at her now. I mean it’s probably worse, because she doesn’t LOOK like a psychopath. Which means they won’t see her coming.)

PA: “Mommy will be squished flat like a pancake and then disappear.”

Satisfied she has made her position clear she then quickly takes my hand when we get to the village and asks me to play the “pulling” game. I walk fast and give them a strong tug that means they can sort of skip-glide along as they get pulled.

Yup. You’re just not going to see her coming at all.

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I’m ambivalent about Torba .

His connections to Jewish interests make me assume he is, like so many of the freemasonic and Jew-funded gate(gay)keepers merely the other side of the coin. You know the one. The “reformed” faggot “Catholic” like Gary “Michael” Voris and his butt-buddy Milo Yankmypoulous , who poses in freemasonic signals as a matter of course.

Nevertheless, his latest post is quite decent.

And while I am not naive enough to fully endorse Andrew, the reality is that there are two things one should always keep in mind:

1. Everyone has some skeletons in their closet, and,
2. Sometimes, flawed though a man is, he’s still fighting the right fight.

So… if he is, more power to him.

Until EVERYONE, literally EVERYWHERE, not only names, but sees, understands and KNOWS what the Jew has done, and is doing now, and always will do, nothing will change.

And as I said before, it only takes ONE of them to cause massive problems:

Now yes, yes, you can call me an anti-semite, I mean if you can’t spell anti-pedophile. Since the Talmud is explicit that raping toddlers under age 3 is no crime at all.

And to be more precise, I am anti-jews, and anti their vile, vile, inhuman religion, which mo, has nothing to do at all with mine, that is Catholicism. Not the fake, Jew-infiltrated and inspired Protestanised Version known as the Novus Ordo, pushed on us all since 1958 by the infiltrating Freemasons, commies and fags that crawled into the seminaries years prior, as Bella Dodd fully referenced and explained when she repented, and as Mino Pecorelli specifically identified by name and Freemason codename too, before they shot him for this and the other corruption he was unveiling in the underbelly of the Vatican and Italy.

I’m a Catholic like Bohemond was. Or Jean Parisot de Valette was. Same religion they had.

And Catholics have ALWAYS known that the Christ-Killers are a scourge on the Earth. That they literally worship Satan, as even their own Rabbis admit, and hate European whites with an absolute passion, and Catholics most of all.

Look at who is pushing the foreign invasion and trannification of the West and who own ALL the supposedly “democratically elected” politicians across all of Europe and the USA as well as the most cucked of all, the Australians and New Zealanders.

Do learn about the Jew.

Then name him.

They hate when you notice, because it removes their power over you to brainwash you into some form of submission and acceptance of their massive lies and the murderous policies they want to impose on us.

Deus Gloria et Deus Vult

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After a couple of decades doing karate in a country and dojo where the two baseline rules were:

1. If you get knocked out, when you wake up, you carry on, and
2. You clean up your own blood on the dojo floor

I had built up a number of injuries that in essence were permanent as far as I was concerned.

Some remain (badly broken nose and deviated septum means I wear a plaster to bed to be able to sleep/breathe, and have done so for about 30 years, I also have a couple of bones in each of my feet that are good weather detectors), but many that were “permanent” actually came back out in full force after I started to do Systema and then healed and became non issues or much milder ones.

Keeping in mind I had also some injuries from hiking with too heavy a bag, a car crash that I literally walked away from but would have killed me if the idiot that jumped a stop street at 2 am had hit my car a tenth of a second later, and other vagaries of my rather adventurous life, while fit, I was probably healthier in my early 40s than my early 30s.

The recent shoulder injury from a small but erroneous and unnatural movement reminded me that, as in life, those things that feel horrible and bad and hurt us, more often than not, could be used to better our situation or at least learn something useful so as not to repeat unnecessary errors.

In fact, if treated properly, this injury, which is in part anyway an echo of a dislocated shoulder suffered in training about three decades ago, can probably make my shoulder heal better than it has been over that period of time. And even if not, it can teach me to take more care in my movements being natural. Unhurried. Calm.

And of course, to heal it properly, using systema breathing techniques and the generous healing massage and touch of my wife.

As we enter the final part of 2025, I am being reminded daily to focus on all our healths, and to try to learn a better approach to everything; because it is unlikely I will stop being in a “rush”.

My brain works too fast.

My impatience is the result of that as well as knowing more often than not “patience” for most people, is really just an excuse for the witless.

Real patience I can do. The hunter’s and tracker’s gene is the same one my ancestors, including the ones in my still living memory, had.

And this is part of that. Learn to fill the time between me noticing the idiots slacking off, and their eventually activating themselves, only to fuck things up in three different ways I warned them about a month earlier, and their eventual hobbling towards the right answer, with alternative endeavours.

Or as Mr. Kipling wrote, though perhaps with a slightly different meaning as I intend it here, as I never had trouble doing it as I believe he meant it originally:

If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds’ worth of distance run.

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30 years ago, notably after I had completed the then cutting edge game of DOOM in normal mode by playing it something like 36 hours straight, I concluded that most of humanity was composed of useless idiots, and that the world would probably be a better place if most of them were to remain hooked up to virtual reality computers, being fed through tubes automatically, in giant buildings filled with them living in coffin-like apartments.

Their net contribution to humanity was essentially a negative and if they were reduced to that semblance of existence, they would in fact be “happier” insofar as creatures as stupid as they are are even capable of grasping that concept in any form, and so would the rest of us that are not idiots, since without their incessant idiocy slowing and tangling everything down, we would be able to create a far better way of living. Not utopic, because that way communism and mass murder lies, but just more efficient. We could take the time required to build things of relevance, beauty, and import. Be it cathedrals with the kind of detail we no longer do, or spaceships to take us to the stars.

I voiced this idea to my friends at the time repeatedly, pointing out that most people would actually voluntarily sign up for it. There would not need to be any coercion. Your only criteria for not being one of the tube-fed zombies in condecologies of entrapped uselessness would be the fact you would choose, instead, to strive and struggle and build and work in the real world; by choice.

I voiced this idea a few years before the film the matrix actually came out. So much so, that when it did, the people who saw it that knew me were curious to see my reaction to it.

And my reaction was simply that the vast majority of people would choose to be hooked up to the machines if only they got to occasionally bang the woman in the red dress. Or Mr. Smith.

Give them an even more “perfect” simulation and the uptake in my opinion would be over 90%.

Certainly of the urbanised West anyway.

And now… my 30-year-old prediction has once again proven correct.

And although I knew the matrix was ripped off, by the two trannies, from a comic book a guy made, I didn’t realise the concept was even older and linked to the unabomber guy Ted too .

The point of this post, oh my plugged in reader, is that if you are wondering why my posts on what the latest Jewish puppet pretending to be in charge of anything are few and far between, the war in Ukraine, the genocide the Jews are perpetrating on the original natives of that land, the Palestinians, and pretty much all other current affairs are increasingly approaching zero is the same reason I haven’t read a single newspaper or watched a single news programme since early 2008.

None of that stuff serves any purpose, even if you were in the active war-zone yourself, other than to spread, fear, alarm, and keep you in a constant state of adrenal pseudo-alert. Lowering your immune system, exhausting you mentally and spiritually and keeping you plugged in to the satanic clown show that they have you engaged in.

I get by on 3-5 hours sleep for weeks at a time, and most people half my age can’t keep up with me. And while I may have lucky genetics, once you talk to the average person, you realise they carry tons of completely useless and toxic mind viruses that serve absolutely no purpose other than to make you a slave of the absurd system this planet runs on thanks to Satan-worshiping, child raping, cannibalistic, pseudo-humans that have gamefied the very concept of money.

So, buddy, if you have been ignoring the archery posts because you don’t care to interrupt your own worthwhile endeavours in building crystal radios, studying sunspots, cultivating a new type of mushroom, tending your garden or playing with your kids, more power to you. Or if it’s because you find deeper meaning in music or painting or cloud-bursting than in martial endeavours, again, carry on.

But if you have been skipping them because it didn’t engage your outrage muscle, or your kink fetish, or your need to critique something on the internet, well…

Guess what, friend…

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First the stuff no one but me probably cares about, my specific progress. Immediately after, the neurology and philosophy in the lessons learnt. Further philosophy after (see bold headings to skip the bits you don’t care about).

Progress

Yesterday: 3 hits out of 11 shots – total shots 52. Distance (accurately measured now: 35 metres / 115 feet. Shoulder injured but not made worse, in fact, level of injury has been better understood as a result of firing the 11 shots. Lost one more arrow.

Lessons Learnt:

1. Fletching makes a big difference (at least 50% of my “error” margin presently).
2. Train with injury is as per karate, Systema, etc. Can be done, but requires mental adjustment, relaxation, perception

Today: 1 hit out of 12 – total shots 64. Distance 35 metres. First 8 had wrong attitude, anxious/rushed. Realised state is key. Took next four shots with better neurology. First was “good” and worked as recalibration (missed left). Second hit. Third missed by one arrow width, still a “good” shot. Fourth was tense. Shoulder pain, and wrong intent (wanting to hit).

Lessons Learnt:

1. Mental attitude is (as always) pivotal in anything related to martial stuff (and life, really, as well as prayer, observing reality, and recognising fear (and to a certain extent, pain) as essentially irrelevant, and illusions). However, specific to archery/difference from hand-to-hand and/or firearm use:
   1. You can “push” into a win with H-t-H, and firearms too, with pure aggression, speed, and a certain, will-to-power. My perception is this is not really possible and certainly not practical in archery.
   2. Zanshin is of course originally I think related to archery, though it is the same element and it plays out slightly differently in each martial art, the essence of it is always the same. In archery at least for me, now, it needs to be calm, serious, deliberate. In other things, H-t-H, shooting, generic fighting, I can slip into it almost instantly and on the move. Not so here. Maybe not possible in the respect I mean it, but… and this is the good thing:
   3. If performed correctly, it sets the mind for a while. Which was instinctively my purpose of taking up archery, despite my total ignorance of it. And firing the shots first thing, early morning, before any work, was definitely helpful to set the tone for later. It’s maybe the best way for people like me to have a kind of prayer time. Attune. Focus. Calm. And that element of… what? Kill-shot. Execution of something that touches on the edges of life and death. Practicing for it until there is little distinction between the practice and the thing itself. Makes the mundane irritants of everyday life fade considerably.
2. The injury/pain as well as the intent of wanting to “win”, are all net negatives in terms of accuracy, efficiency of execution, and so on. As usual, I overdid it and inflamed the injury a bit more. Made it worse. But that too has a lesson. Zanshin required in healing too. Also a reminder to use Systema breathing to fix the injury. Why do I forget important stuff like that? The rush to do. The rush to chase some external need to finish quickly, carry out my duties, etc. etc. But as usual, the truth is: If you’re in a rush… go slow. Need to learn this; and archery definitely lends itself to this attitude.
3. The fletching is definitely an issue and the error margin it introduces is too much to be acceptable. I ordered another dozen arrows with feather fletching, so in due course I should have two dozen of them.

Philosophical Musings

Go Rin No Sho , remains, to my mind, superior to The Art of War by Sun Tzu, On War by Clausewitz, and The Prince by Machiavelli. And the fifth book of it, The Void , remains the absolute apex of the concept of battle/life and death action/mental and physical flow. I of course elaborated in my own view of things in my own book Systema , but that being a manual primarily did not distill my own perception of such things as fighting, shooting, or all things martial-related.

One of the truest statements concerning such things is that Myamoto Mushashi wrote words to the effect that the art and science of war and strategy was among one of the (I think ten) holy skills.

And I agree. Counter-intuitive as it may seem initially, the Catholic perspective on this, is extremely similar to the Samurai one.

In our fallen, corrupt, Satanic-ruled world, the Way of the Warrior, is, unfortunate as it may be, almost inevitably necessary . And since it is that, those who walk such a path need to somehow balance in their humanity, spirituality, sense of justice, ethics, and God’s laws, love and mercy, against the occasional need to kill the enemies of all that is good and just.

In Catholic thought, killing is always wrong. We know it is not the optimum Way. Nevertheless, sometimes it is required . And if it be required, the least one can do, is be serious, calm, certain, and definitive as well as efficient when such requirements come up. Penitence for the “sinful” part, will be our private matter between us, our souls, and God. Even a violent act that is not condemned by Church dogma (defending innocents or the weak is a dogmatic principle of Catholicism, as is the death penalty) carries a certain level of stain on our soul. Yet, if we are to be just, defenders of the faith and protectors of our betters who more perfectly exemplify God’s love, then it is incumbent upon us to be utterly ruthless with those who would harm them, us, and our way of life, religion, or disparage our Lord.

The Paradox is apparent only to external unbelievers.

To faithful Catholics, the concept is perfectly logical. And the Samurai had similar basic principles. If you are to be a Samurai, you had best be the best version of a warrior that you can be. Measured, calm, sure, educated, humble (if not in a false way) free of fear of death, or cowardice, and absolutely definitive when acting in capacity of someone now going to war.

Archery, possibly best encompasses the correct attitude more than any other martial endeavour. Long range shooting is a little similar, but… the Samurai were right… comparatively, it is a cowardly weapon. For all that I love it and now it is even outdated by even more cowardly weapons like drones.

And it is vastly different from hand-to-hand or melee combat with weapons. They are barbaric, vicious, and even if disciplined and dignified at their vertices, 1 the inevitable entanglement of blood spatter, viscera, and the brutal reality of a fight with hand-weapons, makes it a hellish thing when compared to the equally deadly and nasty death from a razor-sharp arrow through your lung, which nevertheless, has some measure of detachment from the gurgling death of the target.

A man capable of killing other men needs, of course, to be mired in the trenches of the vicious and brutal aspects of war, best embodied in corps-a-corps, of course, because not being so makes you only an observer from afar. But after that, the better warrior, will refine his skill and his art, and his own soul too, by learning the aspects that come from pursuits such as poetry, meditating on a flower or a bee, painting or drawing, or, indeed, archery.

There is a peace in the trajectory of the aging fighter after all. It is a natural and serene progression, even if the way may well be through the valley of fear, death, brutality and alarm.

I can only suggest archery to all those of you who may have been too long in the trenches, clubbing away at the enemies. Whatever shape your trenches may have taken.

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