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The Fundamental Difference
It really does not matter what the THING OF THE DAY! is.
Doesn’t matter what the argument is, what the narrative is, what the reasons are.
There are only two types of men in the world:
- Those who feel absolutely honour bound to keep their word.
- Those who do not.
Paradoxically, the first group will try to avoid explicitly giving their word, but even when they do not swear and oath, they will go to extreme lengths to keep to what they said they would or would not do.
The second group, on the other hand, will swear bling on their grandmothers and children all sorts of things, and immediately pretend they did not, lie, avoid, dodge, and deny that the sky is blue, without even a hint of shame or embarrassment.
It is also the case, thanks to the grasp of statistics (yes, yes, I know, a lost art to almost every human being alive today, except those few mystics who understand basic math and logic, like myself) that there are valid generalisations about various ethnic groups in this regard.
What? *Gasp*! Say it is not so! How racist! How, how… positively NOTICING of me!
Well, when you are finished clutching your pearls and urinating in fear down your legs, if you manage not to swoon, here are some statistical truths that will no doubt cause you great anxiety.
In about the 1800s or so, most European men, be they Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, Sardinians, Russians, Latvians, Yugoslavians, British, American, or even, dare I say it, French, all understood that a man of honour, that is, a man of value, a man you can rely on, was the type of man that would keep his word even if he had to face death.
The same has never been true of the progeny of villainous scum, such as the Australians and New Zealanders, of course, because genetics don’t lie.
And of course, in other contexts the virtue of honour was held rather asymmetrically. For example, the Roma (Gypsies) do have a code of honour of sorts, but it applies to themselves within their own tribes and even then is a complicated and byzantine affair. To a similar extent, this is true of various African tribes and I suspect the original Red Indian tribes of many kinds.
The Japanese, of course have become world famous for their concept of honour unblinking even in the face of certain death. The Chinese concept can be almost as extreme but the rules are completely different from the Japanese one. And the Koreans are again something else.
Now, of course, there are always exceptions, there may even be a couple or three decent Australians, perhaps a blood-oath with a gypsy would safeguard you against that man’s relatives from robbing you blind or even defending you as one of their own. Sure. But by and large, clichés are clichés for a reason. Generalisations are still facts.
Now, let us observe the behaviour of Israel in this regard. In less than 48 hours it has gone from:
1. Exterminate all Palestinians, men, women and children are all guilty and evil!
2. Bomb them all like the Brits did to Dresden!
3. We blew up their hospital! HAHAHAHAH!
4. Ummm… what? You guys are all calling us genocidal evil Zionists? Errr…
5. We had to do it! Hamas hides their fighter in the hospitals and schools!
6. Wait, what, you still not buying it? Errr…
7. Okay then! It wasn’t actually us! Hamas blew up their own hospital! Hahahah! See? they are evil!
8. Uh….what? You don’t believe us at all and a bunch of videos show it clearly was not a typical Palestinian petard, thousands of which have done very little damage to anyone ever? Errr…
7. Yeah, ok… it was a… a misfire. So There you have it. unfortunate. Nothing can be done about it. Ooops.
And keep in mind that the motto of Mossad is that by deception they will make war.
Now, sure, in War, truth is the first casualty. And deception against an enemy is to a certain degree acceptable. But the outright, intentional mass murder of defenceless civilians, a good number of which are children, never is. And it is also axiomatic that people willing and able to do such things, cannot EVER be assumed to have anything even remotely close to a concept of honour, justice and courage as that enshrined in Catholic (and thus Christian, since Catholicism IS Christianity, and always has been) dogma.
Now, you may disagree with me on any number of things. you may foolishly, historically and erroneously believe I am in error about Catholicism, or Sedevacantism, or basic math and logic, but, despite the enormous lacunae in your brain, I believe really every single human being that is not biologically impaired in a serious way in their reasoning ability, is perfectly capable of understanding what is meant by men who can and do keep their word, yes, even in the face of death, and this is important, this is the fundamental difference, and men who do not.
All you have to decide in life, is which kind of man do you want to be?
And, then, far more difficult, which kind of man actually are you?
I have known since a young age what kind of man I wanted to become. I was 4 years old when my grandfather for whatever reason (and trying to safeguard my life, probably, given my mindset even then) said to me:
“Remember, better to be a living deckhand, than a dead hero.”
He wasn’t really advocating for cowardice, but rather against pride. In Italian, which is a very nuanced language, this is clearer than the English translation can express. My grandfather was an extremely courageous man and I know with absolute certainty his meaning then was simply along the lines of “Be humble and dignified and live, rather than be boastful, or caught up in status and pride and fall foul of the vicissitudes of crowds.”
But to my four-year old mind, it sounded more like the simple and child-like version: Hide and live instead of do something heroic and die for it.
And in my four-year old brain, I distinctly recall the sensation, and the thought. I never answered back. Didn’t disagree with him, for I loved that man. But in my young mind I clearly thought… “Yeah, but if you are alive as a deckhand, you’re still just a deckhand. A hero is a hero.” And it was not about status, or pride. Even then as as mall child, it was about honour. A Hero is a hero not because he is necessarily good or well-thought of or famous. he is a hero because his character, his heart, his soul, compelled him to do some enormous sacrifice in service of others and as such, he is remembered and respected for it, even in death if need be. And that, is worth something. Something numinous and imprecise and hard to define, but something important to God nevertheless. Something that some men know and feel in their very core and others perhaps never do or lose sight of it or fear drives out of them. I don’t know. I can’t say.
While it took me time to overcome fear or failure in this regard, it was never in question to me what the right path was. Everyone is afraid at times and everyone fails at times. But it is not those things that count, but rather your ability, willingness and actuality of getting up again and continuing forward. I believe I was about seven or so when I made the conscious decision that I would become one of those men and be one regardless of fear or pain or damage.
I did achieve this, relatively early on, but it was only after I was baptised that I truly can say any hint of fear I had was very much dissipated almost entirely. I am sure some trepidation in especially potentially horrific scenarios would remain, but above all, I trust God, that no matter how bad it gets, even unto death, He will do what is just and merciful and true with regard to me. And that is the type of comfort that can never be faked or bought, or synthesised in any way.
So, my unknown friend. Choose. Choose you want to be and then be it.
HAHAHAHAHA Really?!
Talk about Chutzpah.
Consider that they and their proxies are the ones pushing for and financing all the illegals to flood Europe in the first place, while making it clear that what is good for us is not good for them. Then watch this amazing little video that is supposed to instantly get us on their side.
Seriously, it actually made me laugh out loud.

Sure doc, sure. Let me get right on that, immediately after I take your word about how safe and effective the myocarditis inducing genetic serum is.
As someone said on telegram:
Do these people just have zero ability to recognize how psycopathic this behavior rightfully appears to everyone who isn’t them?
No. The answer is no. They may well be the first human species that has narcissism encoded in their DNA.
I really think this time, number 110 might just end up being global. Which could pose a bit of a problem for (((some people))).
Because in case you forgot:
Gun Choices – A Man’s Perennial Dilemma
Aside from thinking about the Roman Empire and the ever=resent desire of somehow our world suddenly becoming the one of the Xenozoic era, the other thing that occupies our waking thoughts is, of course, what gun can we, should we, prioritise next on our infinite wish list of guns we want to own.
If you don’t know what the Xenozoic era is, whip yourself and do penance by immediately reading everything Mark Schultz ever produced.

And of course, when that gun is purely a choice between two different aesthetics that are competing in your own mind, sometimes, it is only natural to think…
But which one would I want to have, if it could only be one of them, in the Xenozoic era?
It’s these kind of important and life affirming questions that keep one focused on what matters instead of the boring WWIII fatigue of whatever impending terror they are trying to impose on you next.
Right then. Let’s get to it.
My latest obsession, an original Colt 1911 from WWI

or, an old obsession, an 1851 Colt Navy Richards-Mason conversion (from blackpowder to brass cartridge use)

Of course, price and availability are real world considerations, but let’s not bother ourselves with such trifles now. Instead let us consider:
Neither is ideal for a world infested with dangerous, intelligent and aggressive dinosaurs, along with a few other, stranger creatures. A .45 ACP or .38 special are not rounds I’d want in that world as a primary choice. More like .50 AE or .454 Casull would be more likely choices, but let’s say that is the only choice you have.
2 more rounds in the 1911 but also chances of jamming and misfiring that are not an issue on the 1851.
Bigger but slower round in the .45 than the .38.
But ultimately it’s down to personal choice. So… if it were you, which one would you go for? In a world infested with dinosaurs as well as the usual human predators?
And you can have only one of them before you are forever teleported to that place. We’ll assume plentiful ammo for either weapon when you appear in the Xenozoic world.
I’m still honestly not sure. I may have to flip a coin.
Blog Stats Update
As I previously mentioned, my target for this year was 100k visits from 30k unique visitors. Well, that target was achieved a little while back.

My more ambitious and probably unachievable goal was, as I said then, “blue sky”:
So, here are my blue-sky goals to be hit by 31st December 2023:
- Over 15k a month visitors for at least 3 consecutive months of the year.
- Over 200k views total.
- 100k or more unique visitors.
I think it’s safe to say that I will probably not hit any of those goals.
More realistically I think with a small effort I should be able to reach 150k views with maybe up to 50k unique visitors, which I would be happy with.
So, if you are that way inclined, tell your friends, spread the links, and don’t forget the shameful plight I am under: I do not yet own a Colt 1911.
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Little People
If you are in your twenties and don’t have children, do not let the zeitgeist fostered upon you from birth deceive you into deciding not to have any.
The most difficult aspect of raising children is doing it alone or with the wrong person.
In your twenties, you are not likely to make good decisions concerning life partners unless you have an exceedingly good head on your shoulders. And yet… this year alone, I have been invited to three weddings of men and their fiancé’s all of whom are in their twenties.
They all DO have uncommonly wise heads on their shoulders. One of them I know really well having spent rime working on the farm with him, and the other two I spent a long time getting to know over skype or email. Unfortunately I could not attend any of their weddings, but two of the couples came to visit me and the third being in the USA plans to do so in die course.
Having spent years training men in various things ranging from martial arts to investigative work, I get a sense about people, and as I said, I rate each of them as “high in wisdom” if we were to reduce them to D&D characters.
They DO all have one thing in common:
They are hardcore Catholics. Sedevacantist all.
It is an important point, because a REAL belief in Catholicism means that marriage is for life. Not paid lip service to. Not “hope it works out,” but real and deep commitment. Each of these young men spent months getting to know the young women they hoped to marry, and made their decision in the full knowledge that their choice was until death do them part, and ensured their wife-to-be was also baptised, Catechised and understood what being Catholic entailed.
If you have the right person with you, the hardship of parenthood is shared and if you are not an idiot, and you pay attention to your baby son or baby daughter, you will see they are fascinating.
Each one with their own innate character.
And whatever hardship you may need to face for your children does not, in fact, feel like a hardship. It feels a bit like winning a fight or a battle. If you don’t have it in you to love another human being more than your own life, then, you absolutely should not, ever, have children.
If, on the other hand, you realise the primary purpose of marriage is to raise children, and the primary purpose of your life is to perpetuate the species, then, by all that is good, make children.
I certainly don’t regret in any way having 5 of them, and though I started late, if God so wills it, we may well have more. A family friend that is my age, though started a little earlier, has 8 of them. I do think my life has been blessed in so many ways, though you can’t see it while you’re going through gut wrenching heartache, later, you see how even this horrific moments, if they had not happened, would not have led you down other roads.
My own life path is so absurdly convoluted, and the decisions that led me down one road instead of another so seemingly arbitrary, certainly to an outsider anyway, that no sane thread could probably be imagined by most. And yet, the choices I made at any given time were the ones I always would have made, because of who I am, what I value, and what matters and what does not, to me.
Seen from that perspective, then, choices that would lead someone like me down a dark path were usually avoided by unlikely circumstances, odd coincidences, and unexpected, unmerited grace.
Even so, it took decades and drastic events to finally lead my stubborn, hard head to God and proper Catholicism.
And I look upon my children with awe.
These little people; so smart, so free and fearless and honest in their natures. And naughty and rebellious too, as all people who can amount to something invariably are.
Piglet just turned a little while back and her verbal skills are off the charts. And they were so a year ago already. As my wife put it:
“I’ll miss telling people she’s two.” Because the way she conversed even a year ago was astonishing for a two year old.
The little Viking is…quietly and far-reaching in his thoughts. He may seem like a rough and rumble little raider just waiting for his longship so he can go plunder weaker people, but his thoughts are deep and surprising. He asked me in depth about Jesus and other times about the stars in the sky and how our planet works, and he’s observant, and notices hypocrisy and nonsense in people and tells me about it. I never schooled him in any of that. He loves guns and swords, and again, I never pushed it on him. When he was barely 2 years old a couple of years ago he would pick up L-shaped sticks and say he got a gun. I wasn’t even sure where he’d seen one to know what they were.
My eldest daughter has no interest in guns but has a facility with numbers, math and technology that has already surpassed mine in many respects. The second-eldest might as well be a lawyer the way she will try to argue herself out of anything you try to rope her into, and the littlest one is already showing she has a one track mind that definitely has my DNA, since she will not hesitate or deviate from what she wants, but also the ability to be very will.
Children truly are a blessing from God. And if you see that, you will be a better father or mother. If not, less so. And if you are the kind to harm these little ones, then Jesus was absolutely right: you’d have been better being drowned in the sea. Because if God is Justice, and He is, what awaits you in the after life, as well as this one, if you meet the right kind of man, is, indeed, a Hell you cannot even begin to imagine. So tremble, so-called “elite”. Because nothing can make you escape what awaits you.
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By G | 21 October 2023 | Posted in Social Commentary