30 years ago, notably after I had completed the then cutting edge game of DOOM in normal mode by playing it something like 36 hours straight, I concluded that most of humanity was composed of useless idiots, and that the world would probably be a better place if most of them were to remain hooked up to virtual reality computers, being fed through tubes automatically, in giant buildings filled with them living in coffin-like apartments.
Their net contribution to humanity was essentially a negative and if they were reduced to that semblance of existence, they would in fact be “happier” insofar as creatures as stupid as they are are even capable of grasping that concept in any form, and so would the rest of us that are not idiots, since without their incessant idiocy slowing and tangling everything down, we would be able to create a far better way of living. Not utopic, because that way communism and mass murder lies, but just more efficient. We could take the time required to build things of relevance, beauty, and import. Be it cathedrals with the kind of detail we no longer do, or spaceships to take us to the stars.
I voiced this idea to my friends at the time repeatedly, pointing out that most people would actually voluntarily sign up for it. There would not need to be any coercion. Your only criteria for not being one of the tube-fed zombies in condecologies of entrapped uselessness would be the fact you would choose, instead, to strive and struggle and build and work in the real world; by choice.
I voiced this idea a few years before the film the matrix actually came out. So much so, that when it did, the people who saw it that knew me were curious to see my reaction to it.
And my reaction was simply that the vast majority of people would choose to be hooked up to the machines if only they got to occasionally bang the woman in the red dress. Or Mr. Smith.
Give them an even more “perfect” simulation and the uptake in my opinion would be over 90%.
Certainly of the urbanised West anyway.
And now… my 30-year-old prediction has once again proven correct.
And although I knew the matrix was ripped off, by the two trannies, from a comic book a guy made, I didn’t realise the concept was even older and linked to the unabomber guy Ted too .
The point of this post, oh my plugged in reader, is that if you are wondering why my posts on what the latest Jewish puppet pretending to be in charge of anything are few and far between, the war in Ukraine, the genocide the Jews are perpetrating on the original natives of that land, the Palestinians, and pretty much all other current affairs are increasingly approaching zero is the same reason I haven’t read a single newspaper or watched a single news programme since early 2008.
None of that stuff serves any purpose, even if you were in the active war-zone yourself, other than to spread, fear, alarm, and keep you in a constant state of adrenal pseudo-alert. Lowering your immune system, exhausting you mentally and spiritually and keeping you plugged in to the satanic clown show that they have you engaged in.
I get by on 3-5 hours sleep for weeks at a time, and most people half my age can’t keep up with me. And while I may have lucky genetics, once you talk to the average person, you realise they carry tons of completely useless and toxic mind viruses that serve absolutely no purpose other than to make you a slave of the absurd system this planet runs on thanks to Satan-worshiping, child raping, cannibalistic, pseudo-humans that have gamefied the very concept of money.
So, buddy, if you have been ignoring the archery posts because you don’t care to interrupt your own worthwhile endeavours in building crystal radios, studying sunspots, cultivating a new type of mushroom, tending your garden or playing with your kids, more power to you. Or if it’s because you find deeper meaning in music or painting or cloud-bursting than in martial endeavours, again, carry on.
But if you have been skipping them because it didn’t engage your outrage muscle, or your kink fetish, or your need to critique something on the internet, well…
Guess what, friend…
This post was originally published on my Substack. Link here
