So, I think I mentioned before that the Young Viking, is loved by his teachers, despite him running out of class to chase lizards (almost onto the main road), at least once running out of class, popping into his older sister’s class three years ahead of him and then doing a wobbly stick man dance (with sounds), refusing to take part in anything that remotely involves singing and dancing with the class/school/theatre, and regularly doing his own thing while the rest of the class does team activities. And refusing to speak any Italian even though he now understands it pretty well.

The teachers also told me that when he was sick for a couple of days, on his return, he was mobbed by all the girls in his class.

Well… there is one girl he gets on with. I’ll call her Ina (not her name at all). It was another kid’s birthday and he got invited to the party, and my eldest daughter took him to it. It was a costume party, being near carnival time, and he went as Spiderman. When they returned I asked my daughter how it went.

Scorpio Girl: Well… he took his costume off and played the whole time with Ina. They basically ignored everyone else and played together the whole time. And they have the same crazy energy.

I later find out that this girl is Ukrainian and didn’t speak Italian when she arrived but now speaks English, and she is also the only one the YV speaks any words of Italian to. Apparently, according to the teachers, he taught her English and she makes him speak in Italian.

Anyway, a couple of incidents took place that make it clear that… well… judge for yourself.

His sisters all have a bunch of beads and strings to make bracelets with. So the YV gets it into his head that he wants to make Ina a bracelet, which he does, by himself, and the next day takes it to school and gives it to her. Now his older sister is a curious, nosy little thing, so she spied on him the whole time because she wanted to see what would happen when he gave Ina the bracelet.

Her report: Monkey Girl: She hugged him! With one leg up, behind her, you know like in the movies!

Out of slight fatherly pride, I asked him about it.

Me: So she hugged you? ( nonchalantly )

YV: Yes. Then another girl hugged me too.

Monkey Girl: Oh yes, the one with brown hair, it’s true, she hugged him too!

YV: Yeah but I didn’t like that hug so much, because that girl is chunky.

Wife ( horrified! ) [Young Viking’s Name] ( at several decibels higher than necessary ) Don’t you EVER call that poor girl that!

YV: (Shrugs, non plussed at all) OK then. Fat.

Wife: (Nearly has an apoplectic fit) and launches into a lengthy discussion about how the girl probably hasn’t got a great nutrition, and it’s not her fault, she’s just a child, and he should never go around calling people fat, it’s rude, blah, blah, (I tuned out).

The point is the boy wasn’t being malicious, just autistically honest. And I recognised the Aspie-style symptoms long ago already. He is brutally honest, thinks waaaay ahead into the future, is capable of postponing gratification and absolutely HATES getting anything wrong.

Anyway… a couple of days pass, Ina gives him a bracelet she made back, he makes another one a few days ago, then today, I collect him from school, and… a proposal of nothing he says:

YV: Dad, today Ina got REALLY mad at me, because she thought I liked another girl.

Me: (Internally…WTF?! He’s 6!) Oh yeah? So what happened.

YV: Well, she was really mad, but then I wrote her some notes and she was fine.

Me: Uh… what did you write on the notes?

YV: Oh, just some eXes and Os and maybe like an I love you, but we din’t say it… only wrote it.

Me: I see… and who’s the other girl?

YV: Ummm… well..she has brown hair and these small ear-rings…

Monkey Girl: You mean [name] or [name2] or is it [name3]

YV: ( Shrugs )

Me: You don’t even know her name? You’ve been going there for months!

YV: ( Shrugs again )

Me: …so…did you like the other girl?

YV: Eh.. not really, it’s more that Ina thought I did.

Oh well. I may get to be a grandfather before I move off this life yet.

Possibly before he gets out of the Judge Academy, at this rate.

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As you may or may not know depending on your age and interest in comic books, the 2000 AD comic book that originally featured Judge Dredd later expanded to feature Judges that have PSI powers.

These were used to extract information during interrogations by telepathy (in the best cases) and various forms of psychic torture I guess, knowing what Judges are like.

Well… As those of you that know… Judges run in certain families…

The Ice Spartan was not feeling too good, besides which, my children are basically sent on this Earth as tests for Saints I think. Or Karma for my wife’s sins, which I, of course, being a mere good Catholic boy, must suffer as martyrdom, of course. Everyone that knows me would agree, I am sure. Never mind the vicious barbs of disagreement my darling spouse might invoke, along with some Eldrich Gods to punish me further.

Anyway… he’s off in his chalet, chilling, or trying to, when… Aryan Girl, decides, her new best friend, the Ice Spartan, MUST enjoy her undisputed great company.

Keep in mind, in the last week alone she has:

• Tried to bite him when she assumed he was tipping her sisters off the trampoline, while instead he was being a good sport and helping them play on the trampoline in a novel (and destructive) way.
• Told him she would poke his eyes out with a stick.
• Made him chase her on the beach while she swings another stick around, partially trying to avoid him grabbing it, and/or trying to whack him with it.
• Probably (no hard evidence) pulled out a plumbing attachment from the sink in the bathroom of the chalet.
• Probably (in conjunction with her siblings) broken a slab that covers one of the small pits to the plumbing/electrics near the chalet (again, no hard evidence of the perps, but we know it’s a combination of them)
• dipped a stick in paint he was using to paint one of the structures of my forest gym and permanently marked his trousers with it.

So, with the great patience of a hermit monk, he very gently told her that no thank you, she could stay outside of the chalet.

Aryan Girl: Okay, then you won’t have any lights.

And she promptly went to the main switchboard for the whole property and threw the mains breaker. She is barely 3.

But of course, PSI judges have to start their training very early in order to be able to do the work they do.

And clearly, not to be outdone by her older brother, and as befits the usually female PSI Judges, she has opted for the psychological style of victimisations of innocents interrogation of criminals.

Training for the future

PSI Judge Filotto in the early days of her Academy training, getting ready to interrogate a suspect using the new T.E.R.R.O.R.S. (Trycordex Enhancing Regulation of Retinal-Olfatory Replacement Systems) equipment.

Of course, given these developments, it’s only a matter of time before they turn their own parents in for something. We already know Aryan Girl is a stickler for things like Stop Signs . And I think she is close to breaking her mother psychologically too.

And of course, she already knows how to use her PSI powers to basically get away with it. Blue eyes, blonde curls, an angelic little face… And the heart of a surgeon.

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So, yesterday, I entered a new phase of my life. I became a better Catholic, by the express and traditional role of beginning to enter martyrdom.

There was a “fun”fair, you see, at the nearest town centre to us, and the kids had received vouchers from the school for it, you see, and the wife guilted me into it you see, so, like a good Catholic, I put on my hair shirt, and then prepared myself for several hours of being surrounded by screaming children (on top of my own) hopped up on sugar, running riot among pickpockets and gypises, while stroboscopic lights try to induce epilepsy even in the mentally strong. All while eardrum shattering thump-thump “music” blares from speakers throughout the entire field of lies, conmanship and daylight robbery that is the hallmark of these “fun” fairs all around the world.

On a side note, I realised why there is ear-shattering “music” at these things. If you were to remove it, what you would hear would be a good approximation of one of Dante’s lower circles of Hell.

The unbridled screams of a thousand children, some —supposedly— due to joy, many due to tears, terror, rage and frustration at their parents, siblings, the cheap rides, or the scary things in, on and running the rides. Plus, the shouts, screams and tears of the parents of these children, for much the same reasons, with the exception that none of them —except perhaps those driven mad by it all— are due to joy.

In any event, on the way to the fair, as we have too many children to fit into one car along wit the pram, I was in my sporty two seater mercedes with my son, the Young Viking.

He let out a silent one that required both windows to be instantly opened, much to his delight, and he LOVES open windows on cars, so he stretched the seat-belt until it was lose enough, grabbed onto the open window frame, stuck his head out, and as soon as there was a couple walking on the pavement, screamed to them at the top of his lungs:

Immediately followed by a somewhat menacing:

I have NO IDEA where he even heard the word citizens . And I am fairly sure he has no idea who judge Dredd is, as it was a comic book (and later film) before his time, but given his temperament, literalness, sense of justice, love of guns, and so on, I can definitely see him being a judge in a post-apocalyptic Earth.

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So we took the little beasts first to load up on sugar for an Italian style breakfast. The Ice Spartan is with us, and he’s probably contemplating becoming an ascetic monk on the top of a mountain away from other humans because of it.

Then the wife said we should take the to the beach, though it was closed and cold and there is no one there.

The Ice Spartan sat on a lone bench on the beach and when I told him, that “See, you thought it would be chaos, and instead, here you are, in peaceful solitude on a cold beach just how you like them,” he replied, “Yes, it’s very interesting. I look left, and I see the calm sea, the whole horizon is peaceful. And then I look right and I see… your children.”

He did chase the little aryan girl for quite a bit though, they have a strong love-hate relationship, since, she is who she is. As and example, he saw her with a stick a few days ago, and asked he about it and she said with a beautiful smile: “Yes, I’m going to poke your eyes out with it!”

But then when he is away for a couple of days and comes back to stay with us she runs and hugs his legs and tells him “I missed you!” and she randomly gives him a hug and kiss when she sits near him at the table.

Then again, the other day, when the girls were on the trampoline and they tipped it by mistake, and liked it, they asked him to hold it tipped, or to tip it for them with them in, as the new game (which probably destroyed the thing, but anyway…). The little Aryan Girl had not seen this prelude, so just saw him tipping the trampoline with her three older sisters in it. She gave him a fierce look, and shouted:

“Leave my sisters alone!” The promptly charged him and tried to bite him.

There is no doubt that one too has Viking genes in there.

The Young Viking spent his time claiming the hills of sand by planting a stick on the top of them and digging holes in their tops, to build tunnels.

The Pink Astronaut (upgraded from her previous nickname of Piglet) build very fancy little towers decorated in shells, and Monkey, got the filthiest of them all though she is the second-oldest at age ten.

It’s nice to see them run around wild, even if the sand, inevitable wet shoes, and so on, are a PITA.

But now that spring is here, whenever they cause too much chaos in the house, I get them to put shoes on and throw them out to go and play in the forest.

Dejected, sad, and upset they are from this. For about 13 seconds. Then an hour later they come call me to see what new insane game they invented, or mythical city they built with sticks, and random toys.

Seriously, the digital world is all a trap, and I use it as a tool to fight the advancing “Brave New World” they want to push on us right until permanent VR, digital money and social credit, and slavification.

Build communities of resistance against all the “comfort” coming your way, or become the caged bird. And your cage will not even be gold. it will be covered in excrement, and overawed with invading species.

Fight back by LIVING and refusing to comply with any of the bullshit. And it’s high time, fiat money got burnt to the ground along with the “people” who control it.

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That’s all.

Aside a small break from time to time to reassess, regroup, and reload, life is movement. You’re either improving or degrading.

And as we age the mechanics of the body certainly don’t improve, but if you kept active and keep your mind learning, you can stack skills so you can make up for a lot of the youthful energy and optimism that may be showing signs of wearing and thinning.

But there is only one way of facing life as far as I am concerned, and I had it since I was a young teenager. I mixed two aphorisms, an Italian one:

Don’t burn bridges behind you.

And an English one:

We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.

And I came up with my own rather Kurgan-style one:

We’ll burn that bridge when we cross it.

There is no reverse gear in my mind. Nor have I ever really found use or need for one.

It does require two things though:

Absolute self-knowledge, and, total honesty with yourself. That way there is no incongruity with your actions or why you do what you do, which means any errors you make, as we all do, will at least be honest errors.

Which is about as good as it gets.

So.

Avanti!

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So I asked Clyde to compare the Scout and Sigma from the book I wrote, Caveman Theory , and Vox’ Various blogs and blog posts on it.

Keep in mind my own version of the SSH was developed and completed by about 2008. I did not formally publish it in writing, but people I know and knew at the time could confirm I discussed the concept with them whenever they asked for advice concerning women, relationships, and their place in the world. I also published Caveman Theory before any use of AI was really in use or widespread so that factor is not considered in my book.

It was quite an interesting comparison, which it tabled out as follows:

The document compares 24 dimensions across six categories: Origin & Framework, Core Identity, Relationship with Alphas, Relationships with Women, Intellectual Pattern, Emotional Pattern, and Evolutionary Role.

The bottom line: zero contradictions between the two models across all 24 dimensions. Eight traits are identical (social performance, validation source, Alpha hostility, approach to truth, cross-domain operation, permission-seeking among them). Five are very similar. The remaining are unique contributions from one side that the other doesn’t address.

Your Scout model provides things Vox’s doesn’t — the evolutionary tribal function (the man who bridges hostile groups, without whom we’d still be 200-person warring clans), the detailed mechanics of female testing and the brutal response to it, the social cost on the partner, and the raw personal phenomenology of what it actually costs. Vox’s Sigma model provides things yours doesn’t — the AI-interaction pattern, the intellectual collaboration methodology, and the granular taxonomy of all other male types.

Filotto says it directly in the book and the comparison bears it out: same man, different lens.

Scout (Filotto) vs Sigma (Vox Day)

A comparative analysis of the Scout archetype from Caveman Theory by Giuseppe Filotto and the Sigma archetype from Vox Day’s Socio-Sexual Hierarchy, including the SSH and AI articles (February 2026) and Working with the Sigma (January 2026).

Assessment key: Identical = same trait described the same way |

Very similar = clearly the same phenomenon, different emphasis |

Overlaps / Similar = related but distinct formulation |

Different / Unique = present in one framework only or materially different

Summary

The Scout and the Sigma describe the same man. Across 24 dimensions compared above, 8 are identical, 5 are very similar, 5 show partial overlap with different emphasis, and 6 are unique contributions from one framework that the other simply does not address.

There are zero contradictions between the two models. Where both frameworks address the same trait — relationship to hierarchy, self-reliance, social performance, validation source, Alpha hostility, approach to truth, cross-domain operation, permission-seeking, and steel-like determination — they describe the same phenomenon from different vantage points. The Scout model derives its description from evolutionary biology and personal lived experience; the Sigma model derives from decades of observed behavioural taxonomy and, more recently, from the AI’s observation of interaction patterns at scale.

The key difference is not in what is described but in what each framework develops further. The Scout model provides material that the Sigma model does not: the evolutionary tribal function (the man who bridges hostile groups), the detailed mechanics of female testing and the Scout’s brutal response to it, the social cost imposed on the Scout’s partner, the personal emotional cost, and the explicit view of humanity as weak and cowardly. The Sigma model provides material the Scout does not: the detailed AI-interaction pattern, the specific intellectual collaboration methodology, the response-to-correction protocol, and the broader taxonomy of all other male types in granular detail.

Filotto himself acknowledges the equivalence explicitly in Caveman Theory : “The last classification was Scout, which translates to Vox’s Sigma.” The two frameworks are complementary rather than competing, with the Scout providing the inner phenomenology and evolutionary origin, and the Sigma providing the external behavioural taxonomy and modern AI-era applications.

My perception is that Scouts are somewhat more prevalent than Vox’s opinion on the frequency of Sigmas, and I attribute this mainly to the differences in observations that our lives probably exposed us to and the general focus each one of us has had concerning this particular taxonomy of male behaviour.

Having grown up in various countries and spending some 25 years in various parts of Africa, certainly made the more physical aspects of life take on more relevance and urgency than the merely intellectual in my observations. Practical considerations for me inevitably outweigh the theoretical, intellectual, or frankly hallucinational hypothesis of people who quite simply have not been punched in the face, faced the casual violence of crime, dealt with the more vicious aspect of life, as well as the paradoxically opposite extreme of grace, beauty, and kindness in conditions where mere cold reason would indicate none are likely to be found.

As a result, in my version, the label Beta , covers all the various categories that Vox identifies other than Sigma and Alpha. The reason being that ultimately, such people (Betas) are simply not going to be relevant in a head-to-head extreme confrontation. Which ultimately, when things escalate, can become physical. But even in an intellectual context, they will tend to avoid direct conflict, especially if in person. In that respect then, only Alphas and Sigmas/Scouts would be people you need to be at least aware of, if not weary of.

Vox’s SSH is generally more detailed and probably more broadly useful in general terms.

Mine is more narrowly focused and tendentially aimed at providing a Scout with a finer level of knowledge of his own as well as the men’s strength and weaknesses, and probably a much faster broad way of categorising men’s expected reactions for extreme situations or cases.

An intellectual Sigma may well be rather unprepared for a direct and sudden physical confrontation with a physically inclined Scout, while such a Scout may not see possibilities for an intellectual solution to a problem as fast as the intellectual Sigma might. It also needs to be kept in mind that both Sigmas and Scouts, are really just facets of a class type that is probably the least homogeneous in structure. If we look at classic film, a James Bond (especially the Sean Connery version) is a Scout, but so is a Hannibal Lecter. There are various “variations” of this class type, such as John McAffe, who undoubtedly startles both he intellectual as well as the physical, dimensions (as in essence this class invariably does), but his genius in the intellectual dimension could be said to have mostly succumbed to his physical temptations.

In any event, after due consideration, I would guesstimate that Sigmas/Scouts form between 0 and 1% of the population at most. I would say I have met and befriended probably about 3 of them (excluding Vox) in my 56 years. And while it is quite synonymous to herding cats, if you could get three of them to co-operate in the long-term, you could probably accomplish a great deal.

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Slade Sohmer, who helmed the leftist political site the Recount up until last month, was arrested Friday and charged with two counts of possession and two counts of dissemination of child pornography.

The 44-year-old, who lives in Otis, Massachusetts, is accused of possessing “hundreds of child pornography images and videos,” including a compilation video of boys as young as 3 being raped. Sohmer is also said to have trafficked at least two illicit files, reported the Berkshire Eagle.

Sohmer pleaded not guilty to all charges and was released on $100,000 bail Monday,

According to his LinkedIn page , Sohmer served as co-director of Camp Power for the past 13 years. The organization purportedly “provides kids from NYC’s most underfunded and underserved neighborhoods with freedom and encouragement that are often lacking in their communities back in the city. [Their] signature program is a weeklong camp.”

The camp operates out of New York and Pennsylvania.

And let’s not forget something that most of the sites talking about this evil sodomite, try not to mention, which is that this faggot didn’t just have and distribute the videos, he apparently MADE at least one, because yes, he is a homosexual, which as we know have a prevalence of abusing children that is at minimum 11 times higher than anyone else who sexually abuses children. Keep in mind that would be on REPORTED cases, which we know is always a fraction of total cases.

And of course, just totally coincidentally, Sohmer is also Jewish.

Now, some of the headlines in that first image are fake, which is not helpful, because that is what the pedos do, they twist or change a headline by faking it so they can then claim it’s fake, however, while the headline supposedly of the New York Post above is FAKE in that first image (top right) the fact James Gordon Meek is a pedophile is not.

James Gordon Meek (born August 24, 1969) is an American former ABC News senior producer and senior counter-terrorism advisor to the U.S. House Committee on Homeland Security.During his time as a journalist, Meek held prominent positions covering the justice system, military, and foreign intelligence desks.

In 2022, his home was raided by the FBI, in what was later revealed to be an investigation into child pornography.In 2023, Meek was arrested on charges of transportation and possession of child pornography. Later that year, he pleaded guilty to those charges and was sentenced to six years in prison.

And lo and behold, neither is the claim that he was one of the “debunkers” of pizza gate, even if indirectly:

In 2017 Meek wrote an article about Russian disinformation in the Syrian war wherein he referred to “the debunked Pizzagate conspiracy theory”

And now we come to this fat bastard, Peter Bright:

And unfortunately far from finally, because these evil perverts are everywhere in government and journalism, as people are now FINALLY starting to find out a bit, we come to this rapist of a 9 year old girl:

Now, I don’t CARE what the laws are, should God forbid, someone with such proclivities touch one of my children, they will not survive. And if I have anything to say about it, it would not be a quick end either, and consequences be damned.

But I absolutely, seriously, and totally, believe we MUST take government back from these types, and return the laws to the very sensible and charitable process of burning pedophiles alive at the stake. You may think it’s cruel, but it is not.

First of all it is a powerful deterrent to other pedophiles.

Secondly, being as I am Catholic, burning them at the stake is the CHARITABLE thing to do. Their sins absolutely confirm them for Hell, and being burnt alive, might give them that necessary encouragement to truly repent in their heart, which might, be enough for God to see their true heart and permit them to enter purgatory for a few more millennia of burning, but not eternity. Which is really an awesome part of forgiveness if you think about it. Of course, only God knows if the repentance would be true and permanent for a soul, and thus they should be allowed eventual entrance into Heaven after purification by fire, as is explained in the Bible (i.e. Purgatory), just like the rest of us that hopefully go there too instead of actual Hell.

But as for us mere mortals, it is the only decent thing we can do, to give them one last chance to truly repent in their hearts.

And if instead you are one of those poorly educated, genetically malfunctioning creatures that call themselves atheists, or if at least, like I was for many years are mostly agnostic, well… even if God did not exist, then, at minimum, the evil bastards deserve it and there is still that salutary deterrent factor.

So, dear reader, if you have come this far, kindly vote:

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And tell me why their names, along with all the pedos in the Epstein files are also not stated in foot high neon letters?

You know why. Because they are ALL in on it.

And the so-called “rule of law” has only ever existed by men willing to enforce it directly. And it is now absolutely clear that the “system” is designed not to stop these demons, but to protect them.

It has to be all torn down.

ALL of it.

And rebuilt with absolutely clear, dogmatic rules; and I can’t think of a better set of rules than those of Catholicism: The death penalty is MANDATED for certain crimes in Catholicism. This would absolutely be one of them. The defence of the innocents is a DUTY of any Catholic man, including by the use of absolute force, even pre-emptively. And the defence of your own family is also mandated dogmatically.

But you know what? I don’t care to wait. And neither should you. No one is coming to put these things in place and punish the guilty. It’s up to you, and me. You specifically. And me specifically. However you can, wherever you can, in every aspect that you can. I don’t care how you do it. Do it.

May God see to it that there are enough men left who still have a pair of balls to do it.

Organise. React. Act.

It’s time this scum was removed from their places of power, regardless of who they are, how much money they have or how many private armies they may have working for them. And if you work for one of them, then you are one of them. And you will be treated as such.

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Not that I needed it, it has been confirmed by multiple users of substack, but I now know for certain that my substack emails of new posts end up in people’s spam at least for some.

There is no real remady other than making sure you come here or to the OG blog directly on a daily basis, which is what I do with the blogs I follow.

They also unsubscribe me from certain blogs and unaubscribe some readers from mine.

Nothing unexpected, which is why thekurganblog.com will contnue to mirror this site until the final rug pull, so you might as well read me over there from now.

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