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Oh I am so hurt…

Turns out Blue Bloods has now finally crossed over from the science fiction of honest cops, uncorrupt bureaucrats, honour before politics and career straight into the start of our own timeline.

Episode 22 of season 4, the DA Amanda, finally catches a whole host of high ranking politicos, judges and so on ramming escorts, all on tape, and Erin, her number 2 rats her out for having ran the operation for 4 months instead of one.

So, in short, she covers up massive hypocrisy and corruption over a technicality.

Then on episode 2 of season 5 Tom Selleck, playing the Police Commissioner, supposedly a devout “Catholic” comes out and says the Church is behind the times on faggotry… but hey… he misses the Latin Mass.

So, pushing the fake “Catholic” Novus Orco line on faggotry. There was, of course, no need for him to do that. All he had to say was that he’s a devout Catholic, and every sinner, including him, has his crosses to bear. But no… and at the end, of course, the nun too turns out to be a lesbian. Again, pushing things that are dogmatically against teachings of the Catholic Church.

Oh well, it was a pretty good run of old time boomer utopia while it lasted.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I was in any way invested in the program in terms of morality or content or narrative. It was just nice to have total mental bubblegum, a fake, harmless story of bad guys and good guys as it was in the comic books of my childhood.

Oh well.

Back to lashing things down. There’s supposed to be a storm tomorrow that happens less than once in 30 years.

I’m curious to see what it will be like.

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Hollywood Fame and Glory

I can prove quite conclusively to you, within about an hour or two, less if you are a bit less brainwashed, and if you can do basic math, that the lives of the so-called “rich and famous” are a complete and utter pit of despair.

All you need to do is browse CDAN (Crazy Days and Nights) and scroll down the blog, reading the entries. If after about an hour or so of doing that and doing a quick mental guesstimate of the number of glitterati there are in the pool from which that litany of despair is taken, you will soon realise that the toll one needs to pay to enter that club is —literally— at minimum, a piece of your soul, and in many, even most cases, the entirety of it.

What CDAN does, above all, in my opinion, is list very clearly, the resulting human wreckage that a life dedicated to hedonistic materialism produces.

Most of those people are so far gone, so utterly lost, that a homeless guy who is not a drug-addict has a better shot at making a happy life for himself.

I knew this at a relatively young age, and then confirmed it when I was offered certain “tickets” to do with being involved in a tv documentary-series at various points and/or a film, both based on my book The Face on Mars. I was 26 at the time and even before these “offers” came in, I had already seen the effect of being an author with books on the shelves of the local bookshops had on “friends” and acquaintances.

The interviews I did for television and radio were absolutely geared to turn the whole thing into clickbait, and since I’m a pretty quick study and I realised the interviewer was trying to take the approach of letting me run my mouth to then edit things in some tinfoil hat fashion, I very quickly reverted to one word answers and mini-sound bytes. the result was they could not make me sound crazy, so they did what a friend of mine at the time suggested they would do, jokingly.

I explained to him the interview was a hit piece and they would try hard to make me look insane, and he laughed and said, “yeah they may morph you into an alien on TV! ha, ha, ha.”

Well, that is exactly what they did, I kid you not. When the interview aired, at one point they fade my face out and gradually faded a gray alien head over it. My friend and I couldn’t believe it and laughed ourself to tears. I was 26 and I didn’t care for these people or their lies.

An outfit that was supposed to do a 13 part documentary had only to produce an outline of the 13 part documentary, I had already lined up an investor for them and this was all they wanted. They had 2 months to do it. They produced 2 pages of incoherent A4 where they had also screwed up the major premise. I advised the investor to not deal with these clowns.

Graham Hancock plagiarised large parts of the book as well as its main concept and still got the basic premise wrong. It’s like… steal Ferrari’s plans for a fast engine and still build a crappy Mini Morris one. They aren’t even good thieves. The guy who wrote the original comics on which the film The Matrix is based more than a little, will tell you the same thing.

Elvis didn’t write his songs, though I like how he sings them, and so do many others. Everything in the entertainment world is basically a lie. And usually also very gay; when it’s not also pedophile infested.

Graham Hancock certainly made a lot more money than I ever will from my work, with “his” stolen, then half-assed-executed ideas. And sure, that can irk a person somewhat, but you know what, when I confronted him face to face on it in Cape Town, his demeanour was the one of an apologetic, scared, cardboard-cut-out of a “man”. He apologised, blamed his ghost-writers and “complimented” me on my astonishing and brilliant work. He was a middle-aged journalist of supposed world-renowned fame, I was I think 27 at the time, had little or no money and did karate on an almost daily basis and worked as an armed bodyguard/security specialist and sold computers now and then when I could.

And I wouldn’t have traded his life for mine for any amount of money on the planet. I could then, and I still can now, look in the mirror and know that whatever errors I made in life, they were honest ones, and that despite all my faults, and they are many, I, at least, did not become whatever subspecies of cowardly, underhanded, sneaky, slithering animal people like that become. My brother and others were more enraged than I ever was by such occurrences. Which makes sense. They saw only the surface loss of what generally gets perceived as money, fame, and glory.

But I got to see the people that supposedly had or created this money, fame and glory. And this is what I saw, time and again:

The fame was a net negative. People wanted to be with you, whether as friends or sex partners, based on your fame. They had no idea, who you are, nor cared. the scary thing about this was that it wasn’t limited to gold-digging whores. In fact it was something that affected roughly the same percentage of people that decided to take the genetic serum or buy into the lie of the rona. Men wanted to be my friend and women wanted to bear my children, because I had a book on the shelves of the local book shops and did signing events. Or because they heard me interviewed on the radio or saw me on TV in the UK or, the USA, or in one case, saw my book briefly on CNN apparently (I never saw it myself but several people told me they had in a brief mention).

What becomes absolutely obvious then is that most human beings do not live, love, or care about the person they are with, perhaps marry and even have children with. No. They do not. They care about the idea about them they have in their head of them. Or they later end up hating the idea they have about them in their head. It is absolutely rare that they even glimpse the reality of who or what you are even if you spend decades with them.

In the modern era, this “disease” is a lot worse than it ever was in the past before television, the internet and mobile brainwashing and attention destroying machines we call “phones”.

Seeing this firsthand, noticing a girl you might have thought of as attractive and even intelligent if you had met her under different circumstances, and then noting how she is so transparently offering herself as some kind of sacrificial sex toy, purely in order to have the “thrill” of having had a “famous” person inside her, well… I know I am the minority perhaps in this, but I assure you, it is depressing. It destroys a certain aspect of innocence that makes life easier and more beautiful, and is hard to live happily without.

And that’s just the “fame” part.

And if you did sleep with such a girl, chances are, that after a while (or maybe only after minutes if you’re no good in bed) she would too feel empty, and disappointed, and lacklustre, because her fantasy of who you are and how her life might become is a fairy tale. As much as the one you might have told yourself if you’d met her as a nobody at a party and saw how pretty and quick-witted she appeared. Only to realise later it was just a facade, she is not smart, or quick-witted, she just learnt a routine of things to do and say at parties.

That, right there, the shabby feeling of mild despair that grows on you if you do take the ticket, if you do reach for the “glory”? That is the real “glory”.

The fame makes you a cartoon caricature and the glory turns out to be dust and emptiness. I at least was wise enough to not indulge in either.

The money sure can be useful, but it invariably comes with those two strings attached, and no amount of money on the planet is worth that. Not to me anyway.

It is possible, to get at least some of the money and dodge the “fame” and the “glory” and if you are smart, you can even manage a certain level of “fame” in a way that it doesn’t harm you, but it takes uncommon firmness of mind, courage, and not a little luck, or fate, or divine providence, whatever you choose to call it. In short, it is very rare, and probably has a cost anyway, as all roads do.

All of these despairing things, are made a thousand or a million times worst if you are alone in it all. Even family and close friends can turn, like zombies in a horror movie, becoming infected and turning on you with those soulless, dead eyes. Imagine your own parents or children becoming swallowed by the despair and materialism of “fame” and “glory”, or, much more often, your wife, or husband.

And where, in a world like the one of today, do you find a wife or husband that is not ready to jump neck-deep into the mire of “fame” and “glory” given a half a chance? Especially for those who grew up with the internet as a done thing?

There is no easy answer, but I assure you that whatever difficulties I faced or will face in life, I would always choose them over the ones that come with Hollywood level “fame” and “glory”.

I made my life an exercise in living between the cracks and not getting caught by what Vadim Zeland calls “Pendulums”, and just to be safe, I never tried to “transurf” the waves more than a tiny little bit here or there, (long before I read anything Vadim wrote) because in this game of life, one big wipeout is enough to reduce you to shark-food. And even as it is, I took my wipeouts, and they were hard enough, and perhaps many would not have survived them, but I did; again, by my will, but also a lot of divine providence and grace, which the lost often call luck or fate.

My problem has always been the same one.

My DNA, as far back as I can find information on my ancestors, has the curiosity of the explorer in it, and the fearlessness of the fool. It is a dangerous combination, and I do not advise it to anyone. I certainly hope my son is wiser than I was, but already, I see in him, the brutal honesty he has with himself, the fearlessness in the face of danger, at times due to innocence, and other times due to calculated observation. And the calm, considered, approach to things that might be dangerous, which he has not yet investigated.

How to guide such a boy?

There is no simple or clear path, because these are the qualities of a man, and ultimately, as men know, we are born alone, and we die alone, and every choice we make, every effort, every despair, every victory and every crushing defeat, is ours, and ours alone, no matter who loves us and may help us, or who hates us and may try to destroy us. All we can rely on is providence, God’s grace and our tiny, but eternal flame of faith inside ourselves, regardless of if we know it exists in there or not. He has it, and perhaps all I can do is try to make him aware of it consciously. Maybe, if I can help him be less mute than I have been to myself, he might be able to more readily rely on that fire in the centre of his heart even when he is alone and tired and scared, and I am no longer around to do what I can.

Maybe, if I train him even as I play with him, he can learn to roll with the punches of life and pop up nearby and unexpectedly, and turn things to his advantage then too.

And above all, I hope I can do a good job of showing him the decay and deceit and lies and illusion of “fame” and “glory” and instead choose the real Glory of, and for, God, and Honour, and the ones you Love. And to know fame is a lying whore riddled with disease and fancy clothes, and make-up; and real fame is the trust and loyalty of your friends and your loved ones, and nothing else compares.

And hopefully, in the Fake New World that is being prepared for him, either we are able to collapse the shit out of it before it gets off the ground, or there will in any case remain a way for him to navigate the “pendulums” and “surf” the “waves” remaining as best as possible, untouched by the filth of the sewage from which they are formed.

The lives of the “rich and famous” are a preview of the Hell that awaits us all if we don’t wake up and return to what really matters: The virtues of Truth, Honesty, Honour, Fortitude, Courage, and Faith.

Except it will be worse for you will not even have the villas and the retinue of concubines and the drugs, because you will not even have the money to distract you from the despair.

So.

Choose your path wisely, friend, and support that which is real, and see through that which is fake, and gay, and Satanic.

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Eat shit. It’s good for you!

Literally, this is what you’re now being told by big pharma. You know, the guys who teamed up with the WEF for the scamdemic.

They are even trying to tell you that it’s taking antibiotics that causes bacterial infections, not literally eating shit.

C. diff, often contracted by taking antibiotics, is highly a contagious bacterial infection that causes severe diarrhea, abdominal pain, and fever and can result in organ failure and even death. Recurrent infections within two to eight weeks are a problem for about one in six patients, according to the U.S. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC). Risk factors include recent hospital or nursing home stay, a weakened immune system, and previous C. diff infections.

In response to the approval of the new oral microbiota product, Dr. Peter Marks, director of the FDA’s Center for Biologics Evaluation and Research, said in a news release:

“The availability of a fecal microbiota product that can be taken orally is a significant step forward in advancing patient care and accessibility for individuals who have experienced this disease that can be potentially life-threatening.”

New Product, New Risks

Vowst—taken as a dose of four capsules for three consecutive days—is not free of risk. The donated human fecal matter is screened for transmissible pathogens before it is manufactured. However, as the news release pointed out, there is a possibility that donor stool used in the pill could be infected with infectious pathogens, as well as food allergens. The potential for adverse reactions caused by Vowst due to such allergens is unknown.

I mean, sure, there’s a “risk” in eating human shit, and it’s “unknown”, but hey, compared to injecting yourself with a deadly genetic serum it’s a walk in the park!

Oh, and don’t forget to give away all your possession and private property, and be happy!

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The Speed of Fear and Anger

Something I learned many years ago, in my early 20s in fact, as a result of the intensity with which I pursued martial arts in a very traditional dojo of karate-do in Cape Town, South Africa, is a lesson of psychology and life that I think I have not seen addressed in any detail anywhere.

Succinctly put, it is this:

Something that makes us instantly angry, usually happens so fast that exploding the emotions like a schematic of some engine, is never considered.

What I mean is that if you take the time to consciously go through the steps from start to finish of how you went from neutral or calm to pissed off, very often, you can’t really do it properly.

There is an infinitesimally small space of time where the anger kicks in, but just before that, there is often something else. It is so compressed and so tiny a space of time that it can take real effort to slow the memory of the emotion down enough to be able to take note of it. This is why I make the analogy of a schematic of an engine. It is a bit like consciously taking apart a complicated engine and being very detailed and clear about where and how each part fits with the whole.

In the moment it happens, this process of analysis is practically impossible to do, unless something significant happens to interrupt the instinctive response. For me, a logical sequence that makes the event reasonable can do it, but this rarely happens in life.

Therefore, analysis after-the-fact is pretty much all you have left, and most people are very, very, very unwilling to revisit such events in detail. Especially with a view to self examine instead of blame the outside world in some way.

The intensity of doing martial arts in an environment where real injury is a given if you don’t keep your wits about you, over time, at least for me, and I would say for people who are either obstinate or willing enough to put themselves into harm’s way repeatedly and regularly, is that eventually, you get somewhat desensitised to fear.

From a young age, it was always a natural instinct that anything that made me afraid I wanted to conquer somehow. And it didn’t much matter what kind or type of fear it was.

Eventually, doing enough martial arts, I got to a point that fear of other human beings being able to do me harm was not really much of a concern.

If you take the time to do the self-reflection, you will find some very interesting things about yourself. I found that in my case, anger was usually the result of a sense of injustice. In general this can be true of most people, since anger is often a reaction to a perceived trespassing of some boundary. But I also noticed that at times it was a reaction to fear. The transition from:

normal—>afraid—>angry

was so quick that it took real effort to notice the fear part. In fact, it presented mostly as:

normal—>angry

But it was the nanosecond of fear that was the key.

If a threat presented, the sense of injustice was the result of a fear of being violated somehow.

A potential mugger, violent threat, or even just an uncaring attack in training in the dojo, done with intent to cause damage from someone that did not understand or apply the principles of honourable violence we operated under, would result in a tiny fraction of a second of fear; of being hurt, or someone I cared about being hurt, and then the anger at the injustice of their action towards me or mine.

Eventually, the fear did not present itself anymore once I had been in these type of situations enough times. A kind of slow motion effect allowed me to process the event in real time even as it happened, and then it became quite clear, even obvious at times, the fear of the other person was instrumental in their own actions, quite often. Which in turn allowed a more measured response from me, that is a calmer reaction, which could mean anything from ignoring a perceived “trespassing” even when it might potentially have been quite serious —even to the point of being amused by it— to a calmer and more precise physical response that worked very well and was far more effective because so much more precise.

But the lesson learnt about the internal mechanisms that fear produces was invaluable. And the key take away for me was that fear is always a lie. In some respect or other, fear is always an illusion. I am in fact known for the statement that fear is always an illusion, a lie, for about three decades.

What I mean by this is not that fear is not at times justified, for it can be, but rather that the process of letting fear determine your reaction is counter-productive. In an ideal situation, if you could always react to any situation with a calm mind, the response will invariably be more effective.

The fear response is designed to activate various autonomous responses as quickly as possible, it is a survival mechanism, and therefore an important part of any living creature’s make-up.

If, however, you manage to gradually desensitise yourself to the fear response in various settings, you can learn to produce a correct response that is not any slower than the fear response, but that has the advantage of being a far more balanced one.

Any effective martial art performed at a high level of realism and intensity for years will create some of this. Correct Systema training will be particularly effective at this, and in my experience is far superior to the other martial arts I have investigated for myself in this respect.

But a conscious understanding of this is also very beneficial, and an experiential knowledge of it is extremely beneficial.

For most normal people leading normal lives, the likelihood of them being able to do this is remote, as this level of self-analysis and experience generally comes only from being repeatedly placed in dangerous or even life-threatening situations. Having experienced many of these from early childhood and then choosing them consciously in teenage years and more so as an adult, one can then begin to develop such conscious thoughts, but even then it is rare, because most people who have such life trajectories are on some level survivors of some intense situations and tend to try to avoid such things later in life. Even if they do not, they can become trapped in a process of trying to “harden” themselves for years. A kind of natural response to potential harm if you can’t get away: fight.

In my experience it is a rare fighter that learns the deeper nature of what triggers him and then adjusts and evolves beyond it. Some do it over a few decades of training but even then, it is usually only partial and remains quite rare.

Only the ones that really push themselves to go as deep as possible within themselves do it. Sometimes life circumstances force them to do so, and sometimes their own internal damage drives them to do so, but it is never a comfortable journey, although, in the best of cases, it is certainly a worthwhile one.

If you do manage to essentially wipe out fear, for the most part, you can still be left with what I would call righteous anger, which is just as fast, but doesn’t have the element of fear as the driving factor. It is its own driver; and maybe can’t even be defined as anger really, at least not in its motive efforts and effects.

An example might be a home invasion by violent attackers. It would be normal to have fear for one’s family in such an event. In fact, most people would remain stuck in that aspect of it. My personal response to it, unless it was an active hostage situation before I could even react, is not, however, fear, nor, in the case I experienced, was it anger. I would say it was best described as hyper-concern.

A guy had broken into the apartment I lived in with my then wife and baby daughter of only a few months. My wife had left a kitchen window open and this guy had snuck in and silently hidden in the hallway behind the baby stroller. When my wife woke up, put the baby on the couch in the lounge and went to do something in the kitchenette she had no idea there was a man hiding in the house. This was her routine at about 5am, when the baby woke and although I would wake when she left the room, the lack of sleep in general would make me fall asleep shortly afterwards. When I heard her scream my name, I was in that deep sleep you fall into in the early morning when you’re exhausted.

I remember opening my eyes while still lying in bed, then the next memory is of me pushing the lounge door open. I have no memory of how I got out of bed, opened the bedroom door, went through it and onto the lounge door, nor what I hit with my knee on the way there, as I realised only once the police had arrived much later, that I had a giant swollen bruise on my knee that had dinged the cartilage. I had felt nothing. I did feel it for the next three weeks or so though.

At the moment of pushing the lounge door open, I distinctly recall my thought, which was crystal clear, fully formed and although it had many parts, was absolutely simple due to it’s clarity. For some reason, I expected there to be three intruders on the other side of the door. The lounge of that small apartment was small and regardless of where my baby daughter or wife would be in it, I knew I would get to my daughter even if one of them had already picked her up and had her. The speed at which I was moving would not let anyone focus on harming the baby, worst case she’d fall if I didn’t catch her after dropping whoever was holding her.

I had the entire layout of the lounge in my head and the thing I was sure of was that whoever was on the other side of that door that didn’t belong there would be neutralised without any holding back or reservation whatsoever, and it would happen as fast as possible. I knew I would only require one hit on anyone that was near my daughter. It wouldn’t matter their size or strength. Something I always had inside me in all the fights and physical confrontations I had, including serious ones, was completely gone: I was absolutely free of any restraint in response.

I even had in my head an instant picture of the lounge and which walls, including the tv screen the ones further from my daughter would be rammed into after I took out the one closest to her.

As divine providence would have it, the guy had already jumped over the couch and ran out the side door before I’d entered the lounge. I never saw him and my sense that there was three of them, prevented me from giving chase in case there was someone else still in the house and I’d be leaving my baby and wife with them.

If that man had been a second or two slower at exiting, or if he’d stopped to threaten my wife, I very much doubt he’d be alive. I am sure my first punch would have knocked him out as well as break my hand badly, but I would not have felt it, and the idea I had of there being three men, means I would not have hesitated to stomp him once he was down, to ensure I could be over my baby daughter without distraction from anyone else.

There was no fear, and no anger. It was simply a state of hyper-concern. I would have felt no more emotion ramming a hypothetical home invader’s head into the concrete wall than I would have felt in putting my shoes on to go to work.

I also know from other experiences that in that state my physical movements become essentially perfect. It is a state I have entered a few times in my life, always in extreme circumstances, and which I have found best described in the book of the void, the fifth and last book of the book of five rings, Go Rin No Sho, by Myamoto Mushashi. The translation by Victor Harris being the best one. It is barely one page long.

Well, I don’t wish it upon you, to enter that state of the void, because if and when you do, in my experience, and that of those I know who have experienced it, it is almost a given you will be in a life and death situation. But… if you should experience it, I think you will know that fear is illusion; and that even death is not really… real. Not as such.

And that time too is somewhat of an illusion. And fear only exists if it can hide behind the speed of emotions, for a calm mind will be able to make fear fade, like shadows in sunlight.

I hope some of this information might be useful in some way.

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Bear Grylls – Not a fan

I often receive random emails from readers, this was one such.

This might amuse. A quick summary of a quick investigation into Bear Grylls.
You are quite the adventurous type so let me know how plausible you think all of this is. There is probably more. It did not take long to find these things:
Firstly, his name “Bear.” In gay culture, a bear is a larger and often hairier man who projects an image of rugged masculinity
Someone a few years back told me they had worked with Bear Grylls and that various TV shows were faked/staged. This is actually public record. One example here
More specifically, in recent articles I thought it was odd that an SAS survivalist specialist would not know to cook vegetables before consuming them.
Lost father at young age. Educated at Eton. Owns his own Island. OBE.
His SAS Story is interesting. Reservist in 21st regiment. From this site: “However, in 2014 both of the SAS reservist regiments mentioned above, alongside the Honourable Artillery Company (HAC) left the Special Forces to be placed under the command of the 1st Intelligence Surveillance and Reconnaissance Brigade.”
Allegedly broke his back in a parachute accident in 1996. In 2021 Grylls posted an image to IG and stated his back is painful every day. The daily workout routines he claims to do are extreme..
Hung out with Zelensky a few weeks ago. There are other articles that say he tried to poison him with a chocolate bar. Apparently now he is an ambassador though. It’s all so clownish.
Here he is with Obama too:



How he met his wife borders on absurd:  Men’s Vogue revealed that on New Year’s Eve, Bear was naked and “freezing on the north coast of Scotland” when their paths crossed for the first time. This was a few months before he left to climb Everest in 1998. He even confessed that a wave swept his clothes away, which left him desperately looking for his trousers on the beach but despite the ill-clad meeting, Bear and Shara fell in love with each other.
Breaks back in 1996 and within two years he is one of the youngest climbers to reach Mt Everest. Astonishing.



Not only did he survive a parachute accident, in 2019 he also got stung by a bee which he is apparently deathly allergic to.
He seems to like to get naked and run around with other naked men on camera. I can’t find any other images of his back. In this video from around 2008 there do not appear to be any scars on his back.
Has written 85 books whilst having many near death experiences, being in constant pain, climbing mountains….. What a legend.
Due to his proclivity to get naked and run around with other naked men on camera, as well as his name, and combined with all the remarkable malarkey, my conclusion is fake and gay.
BROKE BACK and climbed MOUNTAIN. So along with his name this is another one of their jokes. He is a gay actor.
Assuming that his role may be the impossible to achieve exception to the men are pigs agenda. The vegan to carnivore flip is probably just to antagonise and confuse the general population.
I doubt his diet change is real. Even if the claims in recent articles are true: Anyone eating tons of raw vegetables for 18 months, who then switches to a carnivore diet is probably very likely to do better. In the same way that anyone eating the SAD diet is going to do better on a vegan diet. In neither case does this prove that they are optimal.

I admit, I have no idea what Bear Grylls gets up to, I have never found him remotely interesting and always assumed he was a ticket taking fake, but I have never personally looked into any of it.

He just simply always looked like a fraud to me from the get go. To what degree and detail is the case, I admit, is not of particular interest to me, it remains simply higher than I am comfortable with, in my opinion.

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Shadowbans are real

Update: the woman I was taking about is Sharyl Attkisson. You can read her story here.

I think it was on twitter some decade ago I first became aware of shadowbanning. Since then, the effect has been constantly growing.

In the sense that it has become more and more obvious.

The flip side is the artificially augmented boosting that the gatekeepers get.

Every single one of the tech players do it and facebook was also caught essentially stealing advert revenue because people who paid for ads would have rather unimpressive exposure if they were not current narrative friendly.

YouTube does it, Google does it, they all do it.

So, for people who have not bought a ticket, the only way is for literal word-of-mouth marketing and manual linking to the person being shadowbanned. Even then they can mess with your contact emails, make your site “invisible” to prospective clients and many such examples.

I also have had what I call psyops emails for years, on and off, depending more or less on my online activity. I also had my phone and computer hacked a number of times over the last three decades. These were sophisticated attacks that according to IT professionals that investigated it, at least on some occasions were state level actors.

There have also been attacks from private entities, but the nature of those is more well known to me.

My point is simply that big brother has been active in a way I have personally been able to confirm at least since 1995. And I was aware of their abilities since the very early 90s.

I am not particularly troublesome, but I had some experiences that can draw attention to you, and invariably there are state actors that given little or no oversight can and do decide to “have some fun”. A relatively well-done aspect of this, at least as far as Hollywood goes, is the attitude of the spooks in the old film Enemy of the State, with Will Smith.

The private hackers are invariably more malicious, well, on a day to day basis I mean. When the state actors become vicious you’re literally screwed. Note for example the lady who was smart enough to figure out the FBI was uploading child porn to their computer to try and frame her husband. I forgot the name, as it was a while back, but she undoubtedly saved him years of jail time. Given the last 3 years, Edward Snowden and so on, I think it is clear even to the average normie that if you are targeted by state actors with malicious intent, you’re pretty much screwed.

None of this is news to me, as both the reality and the trajectory of it all was clear to me by about 1992/1993, nor should it be to you.

I also don’t believe in self-censorship all that much, beyond the obvious emotionally charged hyperbole. Ultimately, ruling you by the fear in your own mind is the goal.

And yet, the self-censorship that has resulted in the last 30 years is quite astonishing, and has progressed pretty much along the lines that I predicted way back then and later put in writing more than a decade ago.

So, if you get shadowbanned, consider it a badge of honour to some extent. If nothing else, it shows you’re probably not a ticket taker.

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And this is why I like Country Music

I don’t care if most people don’t. I always liked it.

I figure in some past lives I must have been a pissed off Red Indian, an Eastern Monk, A Japanese Samurai, and a Southern Redneck too.

Y’all my white(ish) Niggers.

Enjoy the lyrics of this song by Corb Lund, they are awesome.

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From Russia with Love

Friendly warning.

Knowing Russkies as I do, I would not be too worried, YET, firstly because this is still a soft warning, meant for people who have two functioning brain cells yet. And is quite a ways from a real warning.

That said, if in individual terms this is the equivalent of saying “Hey Tovarisch, you know I can slap your face from here if you carry on behaving like a drunk bitch, right?” with a smile and a good humorous attitude, the real warning will be the equivalent of a decent punch to the face that knocks you on your ass. And the Russkie will still be smiling, and even friendly. May even help you get back up if you learnt your lesson properly.

Just letting “tits” (Meloni) and “bindi” (critical path dot Rishi) and “bidet” (incontinent Joe) know the score.

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Truth = Action

The response to the previous post appears to require some detailing that I thought was obvious, but clearly is not for some.

The reason that things like:

  • The “relativity” of truth
  • The “racism” of math and the objective scientific method
  • “critical” race theory
  • The destruction of attention spans (TikTok, etc)
  • The “whole word” reading method
  • The pushing of “social” media
  • The absurd “new math”
  • The wiping out of classic history
  • The idea of “personal” truth
  • Body “positivity”
  • “Beauty” at any size
  • The “normalisation” of sexual deviancy in all its forms
  • The destruction of the very idea of traditional marriage
  • The implementation of fault-free divorce
  • The implementation of divorce at all
  • The implementation of contraception
  • The implementation of baby murder
  • Feminism in all its forms
  • The concept of “toxic” masculinity
  • The absurd idea that violence is “never” the answer
  • The monopoly on violence by government
  • The idea that 40, 60, 70% taxes is just fine
  • The idea that you need 4 years of expensive schooling to learn trades that have historically been learnt as an apprentice in a year or two
  • The mass media is there to “inform” you
  • A slew of other nonsense, make your own list

are pushed constantly at you, is because if they can destroy your ability to:

  • Understand as a fundamental principle that objective reality and hence objective truth exist, and that it is not relative at all, but absolute
  • Use logic, reason and the actual scientific method, the real one, which includes at a minimum the effective repeatability of experiments, the ability to do basic math, statistics, percentages, set theory, ratios, and fractions, not the nonsense they peddle now as “peer reviewed” scams

then, they have succeeded in effectively preventing you from being able to notice the truth to a degree that far surpasses that of any other time in history. Including when men worshipped either myths or demonic beings under the guise of “gods”, be they Babylonian, Aztec, Greek, Egyptian or whatever.

And why would the rulers of this planet, those with almost infinite power to decide the fate of entire nations want people not to be able to see objective reality as it is?

Very simple:

Because if you really saw it, you would immediately round up all your friends, and they would too and in minutes, a mob of righteously murderous men would rip them out of their ivory towers and burn them at the stake if they were feeling merciful.

The true reality under which we live is not just far more horrible than you know. It is far more horrific than you can imagine in your worst nightmares, and what some of these people get up to makes the human sacrifices of the Aztecs seem like a day at the beach.

The ability to discern fact from fiction, truth from lies, logic from fallacies and so on, is not just “a good idea” it is absolutely essential for a humanity that might live in the relative freedom of a chosen servitude; to God instead of Satanic pedophiles. The alternative is total submission to these demon-infested “rulers of the Universe”.

And that is why being a zealot for truth matters.

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Stop being lukewarm

Revelation 3:15-17

I know your deeds, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were either one or the other! So, because you are lukewarm—neither hot nor cold—I am about to spit you out of my mouth.  You say, ‘I am rich; I have acquired wealth and do not need a thing.’ But you do not realize that you are wretched, pitiful, poor, blind and naked.

It is possibly the biggest source of personal frustration when I encounter the lukewarm, which frankly, seems to be literally everyone, with exception of my children, and most pure being the littler ones.

I understand that obstinacy, especially given the average human monkey, leads to nothing good, of course.

And yes, we all see through a glass darkly. Every one of us.

Even so, some things are obviously true. Obviously clear to anyone who cares to look.

Two plus two is, and always will be, four.

It is also a sad fact that I doubt if there are even a handful of people that would be willing to die over that fact. If faced with the prospect:

“Defend that two and two is four to death, or, allow all of humanity to forego the very concept of mathematics, calculation and so on.”

Put that way, it would mean either you sacrifice yourself, or, humanity will literally be forever reduced to about the same level as bonobos, and in fact, possibly lower, in fact, almost assuredly lower; though I don’t expect most people reading this to have the imagination necessary to envision why unless they put some serious thought into it.

I also appreciate that the argument for Sedevacantism takes a certain level of ability and education. You not only need to be able to read, but have the intelligence, will and desire to do so, in the specifics of the details of Church history, law, dogma and credo. I understand that too. I know it is a minority that can do that and the rest tend to follow for the usual reasons, because their family or friends have done so and humans are at times essentially herd animals.

However, if you are one of them; and you have taken the time and effort to learn why Sedevacantism is the only valid Catholicism left, why on God’s green Earth would you give a second’s time to obvious heretics?

If you have understood and accepted that the Novus Orcians are impostors, fake “Catholics” then it is absolutely impossible that you should make any exception for any of them.

“Oh but…” just doesn’t come into it.

It doesn’t matter if on this particular Tuesday afternoon, of the blue Moon, he told the truth on this one point.

It doesn’t matter if he calls out Bergoglio.

It doesn’t matter if he saves starving orphans in Africa.

It doesn’t matter if “he makes so much sense”.

This is not about a “bad” Catholic that is badly catechised, or a weak one that fails. Or a bad one that is in mortal sin every week through a retinue of bad character traits. It’s about fake clergy pretending to be of a religion they patently are not.

They are, in essence, spiritual mass-murderers.

Would you extend the same “benefit of the doubt” to a serial killer? Does it matter if he had a really bad childhood? Or he hears voices? Or he really doesn’t realise the evil he is doing?

Are you going to be buddies with Ted Bundy because he really knows how to get women close to him?

And if you are an actual believer, spiritual mass-murderers are worse than mere physical ones. Physical mass murderers take your life on Earth and your body, but spiritual ones are trying to throw your soul into hell for eternity.

So, if you are a Sedevcantist, that is, an actual Catholic, you do not accept, in any way, shape or form:

Una-cum masses, they are a blasphemy and a heresy.

Novus Ordo anything.

Vatican II anything.

That includes ALL the fake clergy and pomp of the fake “Catholic” Bergoglian Church and ALL their members.

Because they are not Catholics. Just as two plus two is not five.

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