For the most part it is simply to not be a faithless theorist.
I pointed this out with The Tree of Woe guy in the previous post, I mentioned it in general terms regarding various substackers, posers and fakers that grift on the internet, and I do it generally in life by not associating with psychic vampires, the perennial doomers, nihilists and so on.
One of the main reasons I write, in fact why I ever took up writing in general was to share the beauty, mystery, joy, and essence of anything I found interesting, cool, or worthwhile doing, learning about, and so on.
In the course of my life, as a result of investigating things for myself, not worrying about what people think about me, or even what they think in general, I have managed to produce at least three rather comprehensive and complete texts on three separate and very diverse topics.
I think it’s pretty astonishing that our human history involves enough solid and undeniable evidence that our solar system was inhabited by rather advanced human/oids and that they had such a catastrophic war that nearly wiped out three planets.
I also was as astonished, probably more so than most , that God is indeed Love and exists and cares about each one of us individually to an extreme extent. Especially given the Atheists eternal dilemma of “but why would He then allow…”
And while martial arts doesn’t quite fit into the same level of amazement for me as those other two topics, the ability to produce results that even most martial artists think is “superhuman” (it is not), it was still satisfying to achieve that level of skill over the 40 years or so that I practiced martial arts.
But this is not to boast or humble-brag, about what a cool dude I am.
Who cares? I’m some guy on the internet to most of you, and although several of you have come to meet and visit and see me in the flesh and have I believe verified for yourself I am not a bullshitter in any respect, the reality is that for most people I remain just another random voice on a platform that is filled chock-full of theorists pretending to be tough guys.
Why just yesterday I think “John Carter” of postcards from Barsoom called me “such a tough guy on the internet” and that was just as a result of my making a comment about smokers that wasn’t even posturing about anything. But “John” is in fact an academic. He’s a nice enough guy, and writes well and some of the stuff he writes is certainly entertaining, but at the end if the day he’a still both faithless and a theorist.
He is also single and unlikely to ever have children. I certainly would not bet on him having any.
But let me highlight the exact attitude I rail against and despise and will ALWAYS piss on from a dizzing height:
Now, granted, maybe you can’t drive a Maserati and buy a villa in Aspen with YouTube earning he makes, but if he’s single and 40, he’s not exactly killing himself with work given he joined YouTube less than 2 years ago.
And I don’t know what his health issues are, maybe he injected himself with murder juice and his hypothalamus has indeed been destroyed. But from the information in his tweet it seems mostly like he’s stressed himself out over Covid.
He does say ONE trie thing though. He’s an adult adolescent. And you know who he can blame for that? Himself.
And literally no one else.
Whatever your situation in life you can choose to lie down and give up, or you can get up and fight.
I had two divorces. You think either was fun?
My first child was born when I was 42. Then she was kidnapped by her mother and kept from me for the next 9 years. I remarried for the third time at 48, and gained a stepdaughter. My next four children were born when I was 49, 51, 53 and 55, our last son being born just a few days ago.
I changed job, career and countries more times than I know off the top of my head. I do know I lived in 54 different homes because when I was 26 a woman I was with asked me how many homes I had moved into since I was born and back then I still had it all in my mind and I kept count since then.
Do you think all of that was always great fun?
I had armed people come to where I Lived intent on shooting me when I worked in close protection in South Africa and I still have no idea why.
I am not superman. And while I am unusually intelligent, according to the two IQ tests I took at around age 26 or 27, I assure you that I concur with the statistical evidence that people with an IQ over 150 are generally mostly unable to fit into normal society so well.
I was sick a lot as a child and didn’t have a particularly good constitution. If I had to say what quality I have that has allowed me to overcome and achieve as much as I did in the ways that I did I would say it is a blend of mostly three things:
- Faith – even when I was briefly atheist, and certainly throughout my Zen-Agnostic phase that lasted most of my adult life, I always was at least a fatalist: regardless of the risk, if I deemed it worthwhile I went for it)
- Courage – which was consciously developed from childhood on after a random event scared me to the point of being frozen to the spot. I was seven years old at the time and I swore to myself I would never be that type of person to be frozen by fear again. After that, anything that scared me, however carefully I might have approached it, I had to simply face. And by the time I was in my 20s I had several occasions to verify I would put my life in front of those of people or even ideals I cared for.
- Perseverance – above all, this is probably the one quality most responsible for everything in my life. And it was probably innate, because perhaps other people would have been crushed by the upbringing I had. But giving up has never really been part of my psychological make up. It’s not always fun being that way either by the way.
My point is all this is again, not to brag, quite the contrary.
I was not born into money, and I didn’t really ever have much of a plan, other than being curious and following what I felt at my core mattered most. I turned down jobs, money, women and fame on multiple occasions for various reasons. If I was more able to compromise with people, life, or maybe even my principles in general I would probably be a far wealthier individual. Maybe even really stinking rich. But ask me if I regret any of my choices in that regard and my answer is a flat, not proud, not puffed up, not loud, but very simple: no.
Because my internal compass, good, bad, neutral, true, screwy, or not, matters to me more than anything else aside the people I love.
If I don’t have my own word to myself, what is the point of any of it?
And I simply cannot fathom as soulless a life as the hoe math guy, or the average YT grifter, or the Substack Theorists who blather on but don’t actually LIVE.
What the fuck are you even doing if you’re not making a bunch of children and trying to take over the zeitgeist of the current era so it sweeps away the pedovores running things once and for all?
It’s an impossible fight?
Sure. With that Hoe Math attitude it is.
With “John Carter’s” academia ramblings it is.
With that Kurtzy guy who rages against meritocracy while pretending to be “noble” when he is the very opposite of it, it is.
You know who doesn’t think it’s impossible, but also doesn’t think about it at all?
All the third worlders breeding like rabbits.
And you know who thinks it is perfectly possible, you just have to keep at it?
Unreasonable Men.
Those crazy fucks, eh?
Well, guess what? I’m nowhere near even the first guy who figured this out.
I’m just one of the crazy fucks who tries to live it every day.
I have been called crazy, emotionally incontinent, a psychopath, dangerous, a bastard and many, many, many, other things.
But you know what? I have always had friends, wherever I lived, that would turn up at 3 am to help you move a body. My children love me. My wife too (which is not to say that she doesn’t sometimes think I am a crazy bastard too, but so far she seems to keep coming round to realising maybe I really am not, and actually, maybe, just maybe, I am the sane one and I know what I’m doing and it’s the rest of the world that is completely fucking insane).
And sure, I may need to work my ass off until I drop dead of old age one day, if only to make sure my children have at least a decent start at changing the world to make it fit them even more so than I have for myself. But so what?
What else are you going to do with your time here?
Oh wait… whine about how at age 40 you’ll die alone and not even be eaten by cats because you’re too much of a pussy to even own one (of either kind)?
Fuck man, if that is what you choose for yourself you expect to get pity from me? Sympathy?
Listen: I wouldn’t use you for compost on my land, because that kind of weak-ass DNA might cause a pestilence on the vegetation.
And if you are a reader here, don’t you be one of those miserable nihilistic, faggots. In fact don’t even show up here as a happy-go-lucky theorist. If that is who you are lurk eternally.
This blog and my other work has connected me to some very real, very worthwhile people, several of whom I have met and become friends with in real life, face to face, not screen to screen. Those are the people who interest me. Those are the men that will build a world worth living in. Be one of those men or simply get out of my way and the way of such men.
This post was originally published on my Substack. Link here
