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I read (well ok forced myself to do it mostly just so I could confidently say the writer of it hasn’t got a clue at all) this about how men supposedly don’t understand what makes a man attractive to women , which I found partially hilarious since the writer clearly is completely backwards rationalising emotions she feels that she has no clue as to the origin of.

The writer of that article really has no idea why she is attracted to Tony Soprano, as are all her friends. And I especially found it absolutely gut bursting funny that she thinks a Tony Soprano character is truly “present” and “listens” to women. Other than to get to fuck them and/or as a result of getting information useful to him out of them.

The Sopranos of this world like women. Sure. They pay attention to them the same way a cat pays attention to a mouse.

Notice also how she sweeps under the rug multiple homicides and other “bad stuff” with a kind of handwave of “oh yeah that’s bad, I don’t agree with that!” And then she’d immediately drop to her knees if a Tony Soprano told her to in just the right tone of voice.

The simple fact of the matter is that women do NOT process things rationally. The post I wrote on the dual brain and the way women tend to be right-brain processors explains the technical details of it better than you’re likely to find anywhere in purely objective terms (go to the OG blog and use the “Search me” function and type in the keywords “dual brain” and/or “right brain” etc).

But a simpler and quicker way to understand it is what my father told me in his inimitable way when I was about 15:

“Son, just remember, the important thing is to be whoever you choose to be and be sure about it. You can be the meanest son of a bitch that kills a little old lady every Friday night, and as long as you do, you will always have women and loyal friends. But the day you falter and wake up and think “you know, killing old ladies is wrong, I’m gonna change!” That will be the day your best friend fucks your wife and she leaves you.”

Now, my dad has always been a little more concerned with his perceived social status than I have, but he wasn’t exactly wrong. And of course, my personal approach has been to really not give a shit at all what almost the entire planet thinks of me, because the benefit of that is that the men I consider friends are not the type who are there because of my status, but rather because of the core values (those 2 or 3 fundamentals) we share, which are mostly the same ones men who understand the true nature of male friendship always have had, be it in the time of the Iliad, or the trenches of wars across history.

Of course, finding a woman that can survive and continue to choose someone as intense, self-motivated and self-validated as I tend to be, is less easy. A rotating and ever-fresh harem tends to be the more natural state for such men.*

Which beings me to the title of this post.

As my dad mentioned, and as few men today appear to understand, what has classically been known as “having balls” (a mix of courage, decisiveness, confidence based in ability, and the ability to be dangerous as well as overcome danger, not just physically but in every respect, and doing what you choose regardless of the opinions of others) is what makes women react positively and invariably also sexually towards you.

I know because I have seen it play out in the life of those who have balls and in my own.

In fact it is so powerful an aphrodisiac that women will cheat on their husbands, ruin their lives (to the point of self-destruction as a recent story about a parachuting suicide told us) and make terrible decisions for the thrill of being ravaged by that kind of man. It is partly the same reason why most serial killers on death row have female fans.

It is the classical “bad boy” attraction that women will deny until they are blue in the face, only to pretend it really isn’t a big deal, and don’t even blush the morning after when they wake up naked in his bed and have let him keep their knickers as a trophy.

The fact is that the kind of men who elicit that kind of response in women are intrinsically dangerous. Not because they are necessarily evil; but because they are necessarily men that choose their own opinions over the sanitised ones of polite society.

And since polite society is increasingly a demonic sludge of cowards, lies, and bureaucracy designed to cripple independent thought and action, as well as objective reality and above all truth and justice, without which love becomes almost impossible, such men will increasingly find themselves at odds with that globohomo society and its false, demonic, “morality”.

So by default almost, they will be more likely to be willing to break the rules; which includes globohomo laws, unjust as they may be (and often are).

That, dear clueless Catherine Shannon , is why you would hike up your skirt and let a fat Tony Soprano (or equivalent) take you on the kitchen counter of your show house. And almost none of your rationalisations.

Catherine will deny this stridently of course. Call men like me misogynist pigs, write to the world how she fears for my wife and daughters, and seethe in a thousand other ways. And the women who know and have had the pleasure of actually being loved by such men, and all the men that are such men, will smile to themselves and think:

“Now there’s a woman who’s not had a proper dicking down.”

Because even lifelong feminists with millionaire husbands have found themselves under such men. But it’s a rare woman that can admit to herself the real reason instead of rationalise it away after the fact.

And that reason is simply balls.

In the final analysis, I have concluded that while not ALL women will choose a man with balls over any other attribute, including spectacular wealth and good looks, three things are true:

1. The women that count, that is that are worthwhile —as far as I am concerned at least— will choose balls over all the rest.
2. Balls counts for more than everything else that really matters. Sure, billions can make up for a lot of things, but in that increasingly rare situation of feral humanity at its best and worst, balls are the too thing. Just like copper-jacketed lead is the most precious metal, well beyond gold and silver when the SHTF.
3. Even the women who do NOT choose balls over wealth, glory, fame or whatever, WILL choose balls for a quick temporary escape from their lives, especially if they can do so without getting caught doing it by the rest of the world.

Men who have balls know what I am talking about. Most wonder if they have them, or have them enough, or in the right way, and so on. A few know they don’t and stay in their lane.

All women who have come across and had an encounter, however brief, with such men, don’t forget it. The better ones don’t try to rationalise it either, they just accept their own nature and choice (insofar as they had one, given female nature) to do what they did.

The ones like Catherine, however, are extremely unlikely to ever secure such a man; and will openly seethe at women who do, as well as try to ruin them reputationally because of it.

So… no, Catherine, it is not men who don’t understand the attraction you have for Tony. It is only the metrosexuals you are inevitably surrounded by, and of whom you may one day marry one, —only to resent eternally— who pretend not to understand; in the vain hope of steering you towards their perpetually frustrated dicks instead of salivating after the ones that have balls attached under them.

Oh, and lastly, I think it is more important than anything else for a man to have balls in life.

And while the writer of this may or may not have a set of his own, at least a few of his points are d ecent suggestions . I link it because it is easy to assume men with balls are always simple-minded brutes, because that is what they have trained you to think, but the reality is usually quite the opposite.

The reason is obvious: a man with balls will face controversy, confrontation, attacks, lies and envy on a regular basis. Being simple-minded is not conducive to navigating that successfully throughout your life.

I hope that clears up a few things for everyone.

*We can choose to be faithful. It is not necessarily our wish to have rotating harems. Fun as they are for a time, a man with balls will eventually become somewhat bored of it. The issue is more often that a woman that will fit with such men is rare. The Catherines of this world will hand-wave away the murders a Tony Soprano does. The women able to keep such a man are the kind who will find a good spot to hide the bodies. Many women will claim to be such women. Very few are.

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This guy gets almost everything precisely ass-backward .

If you pretty much do the opposite of what he advises you might actually land a half-decent woman.

Plus some of his points are borderline delusional.

But lets’s break it down a bit shall we?

I’ve written that:

• People should be less picky, and be far more open when considering potential partners.

This is completely wrong. Unless you mean those complete idiots who think that just because they have a vagina they deserve a 6’2” millionaire hung like a horse that loves their chubby feminist ass just how it is. Or the delusional gammas that pretend to “not settle” for anything less than a 10 movie star/supermodel to hide the fact a 4 with syphilis would reject them.

Being less picky, in the realm approaching something like normality means ending up in bed with people you’d find it difficult having a conversation with over coffee. And that’s unlikely to lead to a good relationship.

But even if you dig deeper and go to his article on that point, he clearly has no clue what he’s talking about:

However, where men screw up, whether the true 9/10 ballers, or the 7/8s, is that when they do meet a girl they find genuinely attractive, and she’s fun and interesting and truly into them, they fuck it up by not locking her down.

Part of this is FOMO: our human nature to wonder if there’s an even better looking, more compatible woman out there. But relationships are built over time. We become more valuable to our partners as we live together, love each other, share experiences, face challenges, etc. In other words, if he sticks with it, the bond he will develop with her will far surpass any new relationship that has to start at the beginning.

What he is advising here is that people override their inborn programming/instincts out of just sheer, good old-fashioned common sense. He may as well be a boomer talking about uphill in the snow both ways and bootstraps. He’s making such pronouncements and I’d bet he hasn’t even got a clue what imago theory is, much less done any work himself on how to over-ride it, yet he’s casually telling other people to basically ignore it in favour of the cold logic one might theoretically apply to a relationship.

This approach is, to put it mildly, absurd. No one is going to do that. No one is even going to be able to do that. Before you can even think of doing that, you must have reached a level of self-knowledge most human beings are not even aware it’s possible to reach, never mind actually do it. Now, not to try and sell you some shit, but if you actually care about how to go about improving your chances at getting into a functional long term relationship, I did write Caveman Theory precisely for that reason, and you can get it here .

But that’s not even the point. As I say, buy my stuff or not, the point is that what he’s talking about is just wrong.

• We shouldn’t shame mutually consensual relationships (age-gaps) or slut shame women who happen to like men (like calling them “pick-me” girls).

I’m not in the habit of minding other people’s business, or of gossiping about it, but I will most certainly have an opinion and a judgement about it all. Newsflash: so does everyone else. If you live your life concerned about the opinions of others then you’re going to have a miserable life. Most people don’t know or care that you exist. Literally. But none of them are going to stop doing it, and neither are you.

• Women should take personal responsibilityfor their success or lack thereof when it comes to dating and relationships.

This will happen immediately after a cross-breed of unicorns and pegasi will bring us the winged stallions we all deserve.

• Men are responsible for becoming more attractive if they want to be more successful with women.

This is partly true, but a ton of cash also works. Oh and buddy… but especially women, listen up……… NO ONE LIKES YOU JUST AS YOU ARE.

Everyone likes someone else FOR A REASON.

Now you might argue that you will feel more manly if that reason is a horse sized dick and the balls to swing it metaphorically too, than if it were ten million in the bank. But ask the average person —including you most likely— what they would choose, and most will take the ten million dollars. But if you DO have the former, you know you wouldn’t trade that for any amount of money.

• Dating apps cause a huge number of problems for both men and women, and most of us would be better off not using them (podcast to come on this soon).

Good luck putting that genie back in the bottle. Short of nuclear war or a solar flare that fries every electronic component on Earth for good. Times change. Which is not to say you necessarily change with it, but you need at the very least to understand the issue you are trying to fight based on noting that without doing so, you will likely not be able to improve the situation.

• People should learn to meet each other IRL.

This last one is true and there are a few more bits of data and aphorisms that make sense he put in after this, but the point is that if your premises are all screwed up to begin with, you’re not going to get anywhere viable to begin with.

The point is that all the above “advice” is roughly about the same level of “useful” as a guy telling the average woman that just because it’s 3 am and she sees a group of guys with loud, drunk-ish sounding voices and dressed like members of a local MS13 chapter, doesn’t mean they necessarily are bad people and crossing the road or better yet hightailing it out of their vicinity is just prejudiced and rude behaviour.

The reality is quite the opposite.

And with respect to finding a husband or wife, the process is really quite similar and relatively simple to apply if not easy to do:

1. Above all, know yourself.
2. Be capable of doing logic.
3. Act accordingly.

The above of course is something that in the vast majority of cases only some men will be able to do and very few women.

Mostly because women haven’t got almost any idea or even clue as to why or how they are attracted to a man.

If you DO know about things like Imago theory then you will have a basic appreciation of the fact that overriding your baseline programming is something that takes a lot of time, effort, and usually either a really concentrated effort for a couple of decades and/or a life event so significant emotionally that it over-writes or at least scrambles some of your baseline “code”. And when that happens due to a life event, it can be good (road to Damascus type event) or bad (traumatic event that cripples you emotionally even worse than before).

Women are intrinsically more emotional, and if you have read my post on the dual brain theory I came up with (search this blog or use the search me link at the OG blog that mirrors this one to find it, use the key words “duel brain”) you will also know that the female brain being in essence far more right-brained than male brains, is going to be practically immune to cold logic (an issue that is already the case for most humans today anyway, regardless of sex).

Few women really know themselves deeply. Those that do are still almost entirely incapable of actually verbalising even to themselves the why, how and when of what they feel and how they act and why they act as they do. They may say it is this or that reason/s but the reality is that in the vast majority of cases they are only verbalising a backwards rationalisation of their behaviour, not actually describing a set of principles or operational parameters.

A perfect example of this is a woman I know and have been friends with for years who some two decades ago or so could be said to have rationalised her distaste for men of African descent rather strongly. From the perspective of modern sensibilities she could be said to have definitely been “racist” (if you read here regularly you’ll know I find the term almost entirely meaningless). Yet, I was one of the first people she told that on something as simple as having missed a flight or it being delayed, I forget which, she had started to talk to this black guy that was on the same flight and… long story short, she ended up in his bed for a one night stand she had never before that day imagined would ever even be possible.

Now, if her “reasons” for not being attracted to black men had been genuinely based on principles of deep self-knowledge, she would have been able to predict that either such a thing could never happen, (her original position) or that it could only happen under very specific circumstances. But the reality was quite different (she also went on to have at least a couple other relationships with black men, so her perspective definitely shifted). But the fact is that her “reasons” such as they were, had nothing to do with deep self-knowledge, and were in fact merely tied to an emotion. One that could relatively easily be side-stepped evidently.

And that is the case with both most humans, and even more so with most women.

So… far better advice for you if you want to find a life-long relationship:

Start by REALLY knowing who YOU are.

Then (or at the same time) learn to face reality as it is, not as you emotionally wish it were, or delude yourself it is.

If you do that, the rest will naturally follow and you will have far fewer regrets in life.

This post was originally published on my Substack. Link here

I had a very awesome Sunday morning. Mostly because I worked late Saturday and then the wife and two eldest girls (and the baby boy) decided to have a girl’s night in one of the chalets, playing monopoly, doing face masks on each other and sleeping there.

That left me, the eldest boy and his two younger sisters alone, and I did the responsible father thing: we watched a whole series of Yellowstone, and they ate pizza, ice lollies, biscuits and oranges until they collapsed asleep on the couch or the play mattress we keep in the lounge.

It was awesome. The little blonde, blue-eyed two year old laughing her head off as I tickled her, and hugging me and saying she loves me, and the other two doing the same; each in their own way. The four year old stayed up past sunrise with me, which we watched together.

Our children are objectively very beautiful, and seeing her smile and talk to me just one on one after the other two had passed out was very sweet.

Her: Daddy, why is the sky red?

Me: Cause it’s sunrise my darling. Ever seen the sun come up?

Her: shakes her head no

Me: Come on then. Let’s go see it from outside the kitchen so you can see how pretty it is.

Her: Were you going to say “cool”?

Me: What? No. I meant to say pretty.

Her: Oh. I just didn’t think you’d use that word.

Me: I say it all the time. That you’re pretty.

Her: I know.

I knew what she meant too. She no doubt has this idea her father is too hard or something like it to say something is “pretty”. And it’s sad if she grows up thinking that. But I doubt she will. Because as of today she has started to see another side of me. The side that is really the one that counts and that I count.

Later she drew every one of us.

I love her pictures.

Dad

Mom – she said this is mom dancing “because of the legs”

Eldest sister – with earrings

Next eldest sister. Also with earrings.

Brother. He gets a name too.

Self-portrait.

Younger sister – note the saluting hand… as I said this little poster child for Aryanisn also has the attitude to go with it. And all there from the start. It’s not like we teach them to be little tyrants, after all.

Baby brother.

Grandma

Honestly, there is absolutely nothing that compares to hear your children laugh and spontaneously tell you they love you as you play with them.

Everything else is just salad dressing. And mostly of that French, crappy, store bought variety.

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I don’t have much time to read Substacks.

In fact I am behind about a week on the fitness post (because even when I fail, I fail properly, dammit!) but substack is one I find myself reading more regularly.

And this particular one is good too , so enjoy it. But one thing she said in it sparked a whole other aspect of life for me:

Lesson Two: Your gut trumps manners

Few lines have stuck with me as violently as the last lines of Speak No Evil:

Bjorn: Why are you doing this?

Patrick: Because you let me.

There is a step before that as a man. I mean the step before you become rude for the purpose of safety.

And it’s you become rude immediately as soon as someone disrespects you.

I have often been thought of as unreasonably and at times aggressively rude. But it’s not the actual case. The reality is the world is full of rude, stupid, and ignorant assholes. And it’s become that way because weak, lilly-livered cowards allowed it to become so.

And I don’t mean the overt rudeness. Sometimes that’s just downright funny. Or partially understandable. Maybe the guy just had a bad day. I mean the more subtle passive aggressive, metrosexual-effemminate, plausible deniability type of underhanded shitty behaviour designed to ruin your mood.

Well, fucker, try that shit at me and I will spoil your whole fucking day. Right in your face. Or in any case escalate the rudeness myself in the same way to a degree you will not like.

Serve me the drink, cold, late, and with a scowl? Well, fuck you, you’ll make it again cause this one is cold. And then again cause you put just too much coffee in my cappuccino. And maybe the third time just as you’re bringing it over I don’t see you and you end up wearing it. So sorry.

And guess what.

Very few people actually take it any further. And of course, if they want to try, well, go on.

See, I’m not worried about vampires. Cause the Jehova’s witnesses that tried to enter my property to peddle their heresy by trying to make small talk first were met with a solid:

“What do you want and who are you?”

And when they tried to brush that off by commenting on the nice property it became shorter and harsher:

“What do you want?”

They didn’t finish the third word of their answer before being told: “Go. Go away.”

Which they did, swiftly. Maybe the fact I had an honest to God reaper style scythe in my hand helped, I don’t know, but the point is, while my wife or daughter might feel embarrassed by the rude husband and father they have, I felt perfectly at ease with telling them to leave and if I had any irritation it was only that telling them to fuck off would have upset my erroneously polite family members.

What on God’s Earth gives these cultish peddlers of misery and lies any right or justification for entering my plot of land uninvited? To my mind I would have been within my right to horsewhip them to get them out of my sight faster.

It’s not about being aggressive, or violent, or toxic. And it’s not about ego, or dick size, or whatever else the neutereds imagine.

It’s about a very simple thing.

Basic respect. In feudal Japan you could literally lose your head over being impolite to the wrong person. And guess what. It’s a pretty ordered and polite society, is it not?

Is it a sad reflection of humanity that the stick works far better, faster and more effectively than the carrot? Certainly.

But I didn’t make the rules. I just know what works to enforce them.

And so should all men who haven’t traded their testicles for a subscription to a VR headset with 3D porn 24/7. Or whatever y’all are doing out there on this gay Earth.

So that’s my positive thought for the day. You’re welcome.

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We had enough men in the stands of the current dystopia, things could be resolved really quickly and a sudden new horizon where none of the ongoing horrors are continued, because after putting all the pedovore globohomos heads on pikes and hunting down every last enabler and supporter they had, we could all revert to minding our own business.

This post was originally published on my Substack. Link here

Look at this absolute vile piece of shit making up lies of a scale even a pathological liar on cocaine would be ashamed of.

It’s astonishing, how this absolute scum, who there is no doubt at all green flagged or possibly even created the whole absurd October 7th “attack” feels completely at ease just making shit up out of thin air.

It is this level of absolute inhuman psychopathy that makes the Talmudians difficult to recognise as the totally toxic, vile, inhuman parasites hellbent on killing the host that they are, as anyone who has read even just parts of the Talmud or Zohar can absolutely tell without a doubt.

But then, what do you expect from people who think raping 3 year olds and younger is perfectly fine and not a crime at all ?

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Promoted by a few friend and comments received almost immediately after publishing the last post, I decided to ask Arya two more questions:

I think the above and previous posts suffice to close the case. Proper Catholicism (i.e. 1958 Sedevacantism) is the only true and best religion.

I’ll await your baptisms en masse soon.

For your ease of use, you can find a proper Catholic priest to be baptised in the one true Christianity here .

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I got the email every Gab subscriber gets from Andrew today where he explained how Arya, Gab’s AI is built on The Truth (yes with capital T) as in, Gab’s AI supposedly deals in facts and objective truth, not subjective, want to please you replies as all the other AIs do.

So I decided to ask it only two questions.

I never used Arya before today, I did not train it, there were no previous or other questions. The two questions and two replies you see below are the entire and total data-set of any communication I ever had with Arya.

I’m glad that’s been settled then. I trust that Andrew and everyone else at Gab will be getting properly baptised and return to the one true faith right away then.

For a proper Catholic Church nearest you, please consult Luxvera.org , or an even more up to date database here at ecclesiam.world .

I hope and trust therefore that, after his imminent conversion to the true faith, Andrew will spread the word.

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You know your kids had a good day when you gave them a bath in the morning then had to give them another one in the afternoon, and then they needed another one in the late evening.

And you know you had a good day when you loved seeing them loving all the ways they got sweaty, dirty, and probably reduced most of their clothing into a permanently blended melange of grass, dirt, sand, ice-cream, and joy, which seems to always end up in pastel-beige “cammo”.

I never cared for cars, money for its own sake or fame, and God knows I dodged all of those things multiple times in order to retain my own sense of self, and now… now such things don’t even cross my mind as being in any way any kind of indication of actual success.

My kids needing three baths a day and my wife smiling happily about it too has no substitute.

You think Elon Musk is happier? With one trannified kid, and who knows how many other ugly skeletons in his closet, or Jeff Bezos? Pretending his plasticated new wife went to space? And I’m not even going to mention whatever vile things they may have had to do to get there.

Do you really think I’d trade places with any one of those shrivelled and miserable souls for even a second?

It would be absolute Hell.

So, no. I wouldn’t.

But the real question is: Would you?

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It continues to astonish me that anyone at all continues to care, pay any attention to, or really invest ANY time at all in political rhetoric.

By this point in time you have to be functionally retarded and a drooling moron variety of retard at that to not have realised that:

1. The fiat money out of thin air, created by the powerful Jews like Rothschilds that control the BIS (Bank of International Settlement) the Fed, etc, etc, etc. is a completely absurd situation and a fraud. Literally no different than if I said from now on only Monopoly money I print myself is valid tender and the entire world suddenly agrees with me and countries and people, live and die by my completely made up, valueless, and totally fabricated coloured paper. In fact I don’t even print it anymore. Now, I just keep a ledger of who has what, and spontaneously give a huge amount to those who obey me and keep the absurd system going.
2. Yes, it’s the Jews. No I don’t care if you think that makes me a “bad guy” or a “Nazi”. I am neither and I am also not responsible for you taking 10 minutes out of your day and looking at things like using a simple calculator to try to determine how many ovens you would need to cremate 6 million bodies, where the physical gas chambers are, why no single Jewish historian today even dares say 6 million was a real number, and also explain other things like the why in the Talmud according tot he Jews the Romans killed more Jews than there were people in the entire Middle East, say raping babies is perfectly fine, and other things like. killing and stealing from non-jews is perfectly fine but not to do it to other Jews. Nor is it for me to tell you to go find out precisely what kind of books the Nazis were burning? Or what actually led to the first and second world wars. Or who Antony Sutton is and what his three books on Hitler and Wall Street demonstrated irrefutably. Or the fact that Hitler did not die in his bunker, and on, and on, and on. Keep drinking the Kool Aid or wake up and admit reality. There is no third option.
3. You, and everyone else that is not “one of them” are expendable, at best. More likely a liability, or probably what they consider an active enemy and they would prefer you dead and your children on their menu.
4. Yes Satanic pedophiles and cannibals, that rape, kill, eat, organ traffick children are essentially the ones that run things. And yes it’s tied to the usual Talmudians and their long-standing verified practices of blood sacrifices, and murdering of children, which goes all the way back to Babylonian times and was in fact one of the reasons that the Romans salted the Earth after they destroyed Carthage. Because these are the same Baal and Moloch worshipping scum that have always been the enemy of mankind.
5. There is more. Like the copious evidence that all of these child eating sects were just different names of the same over-arching religion, headed by the main guy. The Top Serpent, the Prince of Lies, the Father of Murder, and all his other Legion names. And that the only religion that ever recognised this, fought it and for a short time did rather well and created magnificent Churches glorifying God, was the One, (and only) Holy, Apostolic, Catholic Church. And that that too has mostly collapsed as a result of infiltration since the 1700 with eventual almost total (but not actually total) collapse in 1958 when the Papacy was taken over by these impostors. And only a tiny (but valid and present) remnant remains, known toaday as the only actual Catholics left: 1958 Sedevacantists. But it doesn’t matter if you can’t or won’t see this rather more obscure yet 100% real point.1 The other four above it are completely irrefutable and suffice to make it clear that your continued ignoring of any one of them, never mind all four, makes you a retard of one sort or another.

Given the above, why, or what, it matters whether the short fat Trump or the tall “original” one , or a clown in a clown suit presents as the President of the USA today, is beyond me. Or what my own leader “Melons”, says about not letting refugees in before “elections”, and her saying she would be first to dive into the sea to help them come here after “elections” (if only!).

I mean, seriously, it’s a fucking circus. And no, they are not even giving you the bread, as the Romans at least did way back when, when keeping their citizenry doped up and retarded. Nor is it interesting or useful or relevant to reality.

Seriously: Who the fuck cares?

Unless you are actually in Gaza, or Ukraine, or in Yemen and probably soonish Iran/Syria and Taiwan. And/or there are now or may well be imminently, drones, bullets, sarin gas, and assassination attempts happening at you and your loved ones, why are you wasting a single second of energy on these fake and gay things and people?

Every ounce of time I have I am securing things for my family as best I can and trying to keep growing my little community of zealots to eventually become completely self-sufficient as a community and in time become a proper functioning town before achieving eventual independence. Will it happen overnight? No. Is it possible? Sure. If a bunch of already partially retarded Afrikaaners 2 can do it in 30 years, I figure I can too .

The question is: Why are YOU not doing it? Or joining someone who is?

Because only a few things make sense now:

1. Your need to become independent of fiat money.
   1. Which has the sub-consequence of meaning you need to become self-sufficient in respect of:
      1. Clean food
      2. Clean water
      3. Electric power
      4. Local Government regulation
      5. National Government regulation
2. All of 1 above therefore also means you absolutely need to be able to eventually defend your position, and this means:
   1. You need a community of people. The larger the better, but more importantly the more UNITED IN PURPOSE, the better, and select for this above numbers. History has demonstrated that as little as 300 determined men can stop 100,000.3
   2. That community needs to have the ability and the will to absolutely defend itself from the eventual assault that will come from those who want to keep you as their child-producing sex slave for their own sick purposes.

EVERYTHING else right now is just dancing on the Titanic deck.

Now, sure, you may die anyway, but here’s a couple of news flashes:

1. Everyone dies.
2. What else you got to do while you are still here that matters more?

Last but pivotal point

The Catholic Saint St. Bernard wrote a short book about Catholic Knight/warriors and their conduct. It’s fairly good, but it can be summed up by the simple Latin phrase:

Nec Spe, Nec Metu.

If you are a REAL Catholic, that is an actual Christian, as opposed to the 41,000 fake versions of them that Protestantism has created —as the product of the Satanic rebellion against God and Christ that it was and is— one that is willing to die rather than renounce Christ, then those words will be understood and known.

No Hope, No Fear.

A Catholic needs neither. We know God wins in the end. We know we may, and likely will, be tortured, murdered, killed and persecuted. That is why here on Earth, we are known as the Church Militant. 4 Therefore there is no need for “hope”. We have already won. And there is no need for fear, because as long as we remain faithful to our Lord and Saviour, after the purification of our unfortunately always flawed selves in Purgatory, we too, will join Him in the other Saints in Heaven.

You may think and imagine such a belief is absurd. I certainly did so for some 42 years or more of my life.

The event that changed that perspective happened on the 3rd of March 2013 at about 11pm. And I will never forget it. And yes it was a Road to Damascus moment, but not because of that does it mean you too need to have one. I have since met men that may have a lower IQ than me, but perhaps a more humble and honest approach to life than I had, or who have other qualities I lacked, who came to the same conclusion I did about God without the need for such a drastic event to take place in their lives.

I truly believe God gave me SO many opportunities to see the Truth, which I did not take up well, 5 that eventually, in His Infinite Mercy, He decided, “Ok, slap him upside the head, this idiot isn’t gonna wake up otherwise.”

You don’t have to be so pig-headed and skeptical as I was. For one, life is easier if you’re not. For another, being really a lot smarter than the average is not all it’s cracked up to be. The tendency to become self-sufficient to a degree that alienates you from most people is extremely powerful, and an instinct I am still trying to curb after 55 years on this planet. It may be somewhat inevitable for people that are +3 Standard Deviations (SD) or more from the norm (which is a distinct difference from people who are +1 or +2 SD from the norm), but that doesn’t make it the right thing for you or anyone else.

It really is quite possible to see the truth of Catholicism if you merely:

1. Rid yourself of the false beliefs about Catholicism that the Satanists have been not just teaching, but actively doing and pretending they are Catholics, since 1958 at the very least.
2. Rid yourself of the false beliefs and zeitgeist you have been brainwashed to absorb along with your mother’s milk from the perversion of history and facts that Protestantism has done for 500 years. And don’t take my word for it. Just read the works of a more honest Protestant than most.
3. Observe the Natural World and its powerful beauty despite the massive amounts of vulgar humanity crawling all over it like the pestilential rats that we are.

Conclusion

Don’t be a whiny, black-pilled, nihilistic bitch. Be happy and positive as you work your ass off to built, prepare, preserve, aggregate, teach and learn.

And for the love of God and all that is Holy and Good:

Please, fucking stop giving the remotest shit about politicians and their bullshit.

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