‘Peaceful protesters’

I’ve done some more thinking on the religion problem and I think it’s time to stick a pin in it.

I feel like the point is made, and the point is valid. No religion is permanent; stories stick around for a while, until they grow outdated and are replaced by new stories. From a programmer’s perspective, which I am totally not, you could say a religion is a program for social technology: use this program and succeed. Of course, a successful program attracts hackers and free-riders. Takes a lifetime to build something, takes only one successful attempt to steal something. To counteract this, you patch your social technology. You add new lines of codes to better protect the old ones. In Christianity, the third century added trinity is a typical patch example.

But patching only takes you so far. The program is at its core still the same, and eventually patch safeguards will be bypassed as well. You can add even more patches, but at a certain point you’ve passed the point of diminishing returns and you are better off implementing an entirely new version of the program.

Regarding Christianity, we have passed that point. Selling Christianity at this point is the story of the salesman selling a soup-making stone to an old lady: ‘just add a bouillon cube, chicken and some vegetables, and this stone makes the best soup in the world!’ It’s a tough sell. So that’s what I think about Christianity.

HOWEVER, however.

Have you perchance checked the news lately? Shit’s getting crazy out there. Corona has been literally thrown out of the window in favor of burning cities. Trump’s enemies are descending into madness. It’s a total mass psychosis.

First time I heard about George Floyd my first thought was: ‘Really? We’re gonna do Trayvon Martin again? Some lowlife criminal scum got into a fight, it ended badly and we’re supposed to show empathy?’ So I did some reading, and sure enough, George Floyd turned out to be lowlife criminal scum, whose criminal record included armed house robbery. That fucker tried to rob me at gunpoint I’d wack his head in with a baseball bat or die trying. God damn. Dude was also an alcoholic who scammed shop owners with fake money. How the hell is anyone supposed to empathize with this guy?

Of course at this point the left is so frothing mad that they’ll literally take anything as an excuse for chaos, hence ‘George Floyd the hero’, which is just as ludicrous as the ‘peaceful protestors’ going out in his name. I mean, c’mon. Talk about suspension of disbelief. Have you seen what is going on? It is back-to-back black looting and antifa violence. It’s an attempted US color revolution, y’know, where the progressive elite sends out the mob, says ‘wow these people have legitimate grievances we have no choice but to remove Trump as president’ and tries to do so. It’s so fake and lame.

Luckily we have Trump. Damn am I happy we have Trump. You know what Trump did? He teargassed the ‘peaceful protestors’ in front of the white house, reclaimed the park they were destroying, and, I kid you not, walked through the park to stop in front of a church where he held the bible high for a few minutes. Even my girl, who maintains a healthy skepticism of all this dark enlightenment talk, was impressed – perhaps Trump reads Jim after all?

Anyway, the whole display was thoroughly impressive. Trump restoring order in the face of chaos. What a hero. And really, that’s the important thing right now. I can go on about needing a new religion all day, but at the end of the day, Trump is fighting the most important fight, and what he needs is most important. Either Trump quells this and we get order, or he loses and we get chaos; I don’t really believe there is an in-between option at this point. That is the most pressing issue at this point.

The good news is that, when comparing the situation with past leftist singularities such as the French, Russian and Cambodian revolutions, in every case the monarch preceding those revolutions displayed glaring weakness. You can plausibly say it was Louis XVI, Nicolas II and Norodom Sihanouk’s own actions that lead to their demise. Trump is not displaying weakness, none at all. So from a historic perspective, that’s a good sign.

But it also means Trump needs a unified priestly backing. So, here’s what I propose – Christianity is dead and beyond revival, I don’t care what Jim says. But Trump holds up the bible, signaling he wants a unified priesthood. What I can give is historic Christianity: that all that is good and beautiful in the West is owed to our forefathers being Christians. I interpret Trump’s bible not as a sign that we should convert to Catholics, but that Trump wants the same peace, prosperity, law and order as we had during the height of the Christian West. That, I can fully support.

So I’ll stop my resurrection heresy talk. Probably return to Jim’s place eventually. The points have been made, the battle lines have been drawn. Deus Vult, long live the God Emperor!


Bonus: how to discuss racism with your wife
A major power vector of the Progs is the gynocracy – that men are not allowed to lead their women, and that women consequently turn to big pimp daddy the state. Although it mostly takes testosteron to peel away women from big pimp daddy the state, some tact and charm helps. So, how to discuss racism?

Well, first-off, George Floyd is obviously not about racism: it’s about white men using blacks as a meat shield to advance their own agenda.

OK, but racism is still real right?

The honest answer is: yes, it is. But here’s how it works.

Racism is when I am being an asshole to someone just because I hate the color of their skin. It’s unfair. That is racism, it’s a vice, and it exists.

How much does it exist? And I don’t mean how often does it exist on social media, we all know experiencing racism is holy so on social media everyone experiences racism five times a day. I mean, how often have you seen racism happen with your own eyes?

Me, I’ve never seen it. Not once. My girl has seen it once; moved a black woman to tears. So, how big of a vice is racism in society? It’s a minor one. One the same level as people not paying their bills. Are people burning stores and throwing bricks protesting people not paying their bills? Not in a million years. So you can see how absurd the whole situation is.

Christianity vs new religion

Let’s talk about my disagreement with Jim.

Most of it has already been said over at Jim’s. The basic disagreement is: Christianity or a new religion? Jim wants Christianity, I want a new religion.

I feel that Christianity at this point is what Sol Invictus was at the time of Roman emperor Aurelian – dated social technology, used only because there is no apparent alternative.

What is Sol Invictus you ask? Sol Invictus was the Roman continuation of the Greek pantheon; Zeus became Jupiter, Ares became Mars, that stuff. Aurelian, who around 270 AD impressively re-united the Roman empire, needed a single narrative to unite his lands. The tried and tested Sol Invictus was his natural choice. But although we learned in history class that Jupiter and his buddies were the Roman choice of religion, we also learn that religions die and disappear. Sol Invictus was already dying at the time of Aurelian, and Aurelian did not save it. Barely fifty years later emperor Constantine chose Christianity over Sol Invictus, and the rest is history.

The parallel with Christianity in the twenty-first century seems apparent to me. Now, instead of Sol Invictus, Christianity is the dated religion. I don’t want to side with a religion that has peaked. I want to be cool and stuff.

But okay, okay. Let’s back up for a second, take a look at Jim’s point of view.

The issue at hand is that we are looking at a rather bleak future. The progressive utopian future has at this point been completely debunked; instead of self-driving cars, we get state-imposed paralysis, where no one is allowed to build anything. Instead we are looking at the reactionary pessimistic future; that of a collapsing society. There has been debate as to how dramatic the collapse will be. The basic divide on this was: ‘it’ll stabilize and limp on’ versus ‘it’ll be French revolution bad.’

Seeing how the left is losing all control of its constituency, it seems that the ‘French revolution’ side has the slight upper hand. This happens to very much be Jim’s side, who is fond of repeating that democracy is over, we just haven’t realized it. Basically, if you think things have escalated quickly in the past few years, you ain’t seen nothing yet.

So that’s bad news. Even moreso for our good friend Trump. In Jim’s world, it is either do or die for Trump. Either he rules or he is killed (a sentiment shared, tellingly enough, by George Soros in an interview I can’t trace back). The situation will continue to spiral out of control until someone forcibly puts a stop to it.

From this perspective, Trump needs something now. Not in twenty years, definitely not in fifty years, but now. What could that be, what does Trump need?

Well, considering his main enemy is the progressive religion, and considering you need fire to fight fire, Jim’s answer is: Christianity! After all, there are still many Christians, many Christian communities, and to appeal to them is a lot easier than to build up something entirely new.

The idea is not to convert Christians to a different kind of Christianity, but to permit them to say out loud what they already know: that the gay priest in their church preaching the virtues of feminism is not Christianity at all; it is the devil wearing a Christian skin suit. Christian churches have been to the brim infiltrated by demons wearing Christian skin suits, and the Christians know it. If, Jim argues, they are willing to act on their disgust and exorcise those demons, well, then suddenly we are fighting fire with fire.

Naturally, I have some reservations. If Christians were willing to exorcise their demons, why haven’t they already done so? Christians are sleeping. Are they secretly resisting? Are they waking up? I don’t know. I am not seeing much of it.

But what do I know. I am not a Christian. Which, I think, is in the end what settles our disagreement. A Christian accepts Jesus as his lord and savior. I don’t accept Jesus as my lord and savior. Well I mean, in a utopian Christian society I’d have no problem saying that I accept Jesus as my lord and savior, but privately I wouldn’t, and since we don’t live in a utopian Christian society, I am free to publicly say I don’t accept Jesus as my lord and savior.

I tried praying at dinner, but it just doesn’t do it for me. I found myself praying to Gnon instead of God, and praying to Gnon felt silly because neither I nor Gnon cared about me praying. I’m not a Christian, I’m a post-Christian.

Some will say that doesn’t matter; that doubt of faith is as old as time itself. Man up and play the part, they say. I disagree. Conviction of faith is crucial, for some men at least. I count myself as one of those men. If my heart isn’t in it, not gonna do it. And my heart is not in Christianity, so not gonna do it. As simple as that.

But of course, that means I no longer have any sort of solution. I’m out, sort of. Leaving Christianity to the Christians. So, Jim’s plan it is. And in all fairness, Jim’s plan is better than no plan. We’ll see if Christians have any fight in them left.

How did they do it!?

Alf:      Welcome ladies and gentlemen to a brand new episode of How did they do it!?, the spectacular show in which famous guests take us behind the scenes of some of the greatest events in history. I am Alf, your host, and let’s get right into a very special episode!

On tonight’s episode of How did he do it!?, oh my dear audience, we have quite the doozy. For this evening our guests will be none other than the men, the myths, the legends: the four apostles of Jesus Christ himself! We’ll have a dandy talk about what really transpired during those magical years so long ago… May I please­ have a big applause for Mark, Matthew, Luke and John!

 *Mark, Matthew, Luke and John join on stage, take their respective chairs*

Alf:      Gentlemen so great of you to come. Truly an honor it is.

Mark: Thank you for having us.

Alf:      A pleasure. We have quite some ground to cover so let’s get right into it. Tonight we’ll be doing something I’m sure many people are excited about: we’re going to take a trip down memory lane and discuss the top eight miracles performed by Jesus Christ, and..

*turns to audience*

..once and for all answer the question,  say it with me now: How. Did. They. Do it!?

Number ten, by popular demand from the audience, is none other than:

*cutscene to snazzy video that visually accompanies below text*

  1. the virgin birth

“An angel of the lord appeared to Joseph and said: ‘Joseph, son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary as your wife, for the child conceived in her is from the Holy Spirit.” Matthew 1:20-23

*end cutscene. Every number countdown on the show has similar accompanying snazzy video cutscene.*

Alf:      ‘Gentlemen, I think it’s safe to say that Jesus had the most extraordinary birth, with his mother being a virgin and all. How was that possible?

Matthew:        ‘Hahaha. Naturally, people were right to be skeptical about this one. You must understand that we wrote the gospels years after events transpired, which gave us some leniency. On this one we took the easy route: we lied.’

*audible shocks from the audience.*

Matthew:        ‘Haha, I mean, what did you expect? Couldn’t have been the son of God if he was the son of Joseph. Worked well enough I’d say. The only thing I felt bad about was Joseph: inevitably haters circulated rumors that Mary had cheated on Joseph. But let me clear the air: Jesus clearly was his father’s son. Same eyes, same mannerisms, the whole shebang.’

Alf:      ‘My God that is quite an interesting start to this countdown! Moving on…’

  1. water to wine

“When the steward of the feast tasted the water now become wine, and did not know where it came from (though the servants who had drawn the water knew).” John 2:9-10

Alf:      ‘Turning water to wine, quite the party trick! I think everyone could use a Jesus at their parties..’

*winks to audience. Audience laughs.*

John:    ‘This was a good one. We hadn’t planned on anything – it was just a wedding party. But people had a good time and they ran out of wine. But we knew a guy next door who had plenty of wine, so Jesus starts smiling and tells us to get it without telling anyone. So we did, and it turned out he had told the servants to fetch caskets of water. We pulled a switcheroo, and bam: party of the century.’

Alf:      ‘My my what an unexpected turn of events! But didn’t the neighbor tell everyone what happened?

John:    ‘Well of course, and rightly so. But by then the magic had already happened, y’feel me?’

Alf:      ‘I feel you.’

  1. splitting bread and fish

“he took the seven loaves and the fish; and after giving thanks he broke them and gave them to the disciples, and the disciples gave them to the crowds. And all of them ate and were filled; and they took up the broken pieces left over, seven baskets full.  Those who had eaten were four thousand men, besides women and children.” Matthew 15:32-39

Matthew:        The big lunch was pretty much a better rehearsed repeat of the drunk wedding. We knew there wasn’t enough food and had made arrangements. So when Jesus asked for empty caskets, we actually gave him filled ones, and he made a small show out of it. Naturally we sat closest to him, and we made sure any view that revealed the trick was obscured. Worked like a charm. The seven leftover baskets was of course a wink to the actual total amount of food we actually made appear.  Four hundred people, four thousand, what’s the difference?

Alf:      I must say, quite the feat still !

  1. healing the sick

And, behold, there came a leper and worshipped him, saying, Lord, if thou wilt, thou canst make me clean. And Jesus put forth his hand, and touched him, saying, I will; be thou clean. And immediately his leprosy was cleansed. Matthew 8:2-3

Matthew:        How do miracle healers heal the sick? Kind of the bread and butter for every prophet no? It just comes the territory. But I guess you want an explanation anyway. Well, basically it’s a mix of things. You have a script, but every time you use different tricks, improvise differently. Our go to was of course our ‘sick’ friend who was suddenly healed. We’d give him a temporary skin disease with poisonous plants, or he’d play a blind man. Later on we had to rely less on such tricks; our collective presence was enough to drive out the inner demons of those seeking our help. It wasn’t much, but it was honest work, y’know?

Alf:      But surely you had to deal with disappointed customers?

John:    Disappointed customers?! *John has an angry face*

Mathew:         No no that’s fair. How does any miracle healer deal with disappointed customers? They come and go. Some were touched but fell back into illness. Some had unrealistic expectations. But many people were touched by Jesus and healed for good. He was a healer, he really was.

Alf:      Fascinating.

4. walking over water

When therefore they had rowed about five and twenty or thirty furlongs, they behold Jesus walking on the sea, and drawing nigh unto the boat: and they were afraid. 20 But he saith unto them, It is I; be not afraid.” (John 6:15–21)

Mark:   Can I take this one? It’s a special one. Naturally, we made up the whole thing about Jesus walking on water. But it’s a good metaphor for what had happened in the group. At this point we had attracted some attention. We were uncertain where it would lead us. We had some in-fighting; that’s the storm. Jesus saw what was going on, and calmed us, calmed the storm. We sorted out some stuff. So the story is really just a respectful nod to that.

John:    Well said.

3. making a tree whither

When evening came, they would go out of the city. As they were passing by in the morning, they saw the fig tree withered from the roots up. Being reminded, Peter said to Him, “ Rabbi, look, the fig tree which You cursed has withered.” Mark 11:19-21

Mark:   Yeah this happened. This was in the later days, when we started receiving a lot of pushback from the religious authorities. Jesus pointed at a tree, said it was like Israel: looked fine at first glance, but was actually rotting from the inside. We thought he was being dramatic, but he was actually right; the tree turned out to be dying. Sometimes Jesus would do stuff like that; he had an excellent eye. 

Alf:      Sounds like quite the character!

  1. raising of Lazarus

Jesus called in a loud voice, “Lazarus, come out!” The dead man came out, his hands and feet wrapped with strips of linen, and a cloth around his face. Jesus said to them, “Take off the grave clothes and let him go.” John 11:1-44

*John laughs*

John:    Yes this was a controversial one. So at this point we were really hitting it off as a group. Everywhere we went, people came. People told us stories about ourselves that we would not have dared to come up with ourselves. Women spontaneously fell to the ground saying Jesus had healed them. And of course, the priestly elite was vehemently debating how to deal with this ‘king of the Jews.’ It was quite the happening. Jesus recognized that he’d either have to flee or face the state religion. He decided to face the state religion, and perform one last miracle. But in order to pull that off, he wanted to have a practice run. That run was Lazarus.

Matthew:        Lazarus’s sister was completely in love with Jesus. Lazarus was too much of an alcoholic to take the whole thing serious, but he liked a good gag. So they pretended he turned ill, then died and had him ‘buried’. Jesus shows up at the grave, says the magic words and boom: alive Lazarus. But Lazarus was known for causing trouble, and he was a bad actor. The story was kind of a failure, which is why most of us didn’t include it in the gospels.

John:      Without that story we would not have had the experience to pull off the resurrection.

Luke:      That story almost gave away our plans for the resurrection!

Alf:       A touchy subject! Since we’re alluding to the number one miracle anyway, let’s make it official!

  1. the resurrection

And as they thus spake, Jesus himself stood in the midst of them, and saith unto them, Peace be unto you. But they were terrified and affrighted, and supposed that they had seen a spirit. And he said unto them, Why are ye troubled? and why do thoughts arise in your hearts? Behold my hands and my feet, that it is I myself: handle me, and see; for a spirit hath not flesh and bones, as ye see me have. Luke 24:36-39

Luke:                ‘Yeess the big one! So amazing how that turned out. Man were we anxious about that. The big problem is that we had no control over what they’d do with the body. He was in enemy hands. And with the whole Lazarus thing, we were scared they’d take precautions. But they hadn’t. So with the help of Joseph we paid off the bodyguard, took Jesus’ body and buried it elsewhere. Boom, Jesus gone!’

Alf:      ‘Impressive! But that does not explain him returning from the dead.’

Matthew:        ‘Are we spilling the beans? I guess we are spilling the beans. It was simple, really: we knew a guy in a traveling circus who resembled Jesus somewhat. A good actor. But most importantly: for some past crime he had been nailed to a cross. Still had the scars to show. We offered him enough money to make it worth his time.‘

Alf:      ‘Dear lord. But that wouldn’t hold on closer inspection no?’

Matthew:        ‘Which is why Jesus resurrected in Emmaüs, a village where few had seen him, and even those few had only seen him once or twice. They heard the stories though. Imagine: fifteen exhilarant men all surround a man, and all of them act as if there were not a speck of doubt in their minds that that man is Jesus. It was the climax to everything we’d done so far. It was crazy, you should’ve seen the looks on people’s faces. Word spread like wildfire. So obviously, ‘Jesus’ only stayed with us for a few hours, then left. But, those few hours were enough, you know? They were enough.’

Alf:      ‘And the rest is history. Amazing, truly amazing. I’d like to thank you for your time gentlemen, it has been a blast of an evening. Dear audience, thank you for joining us, tune in next time when we’ll have Lenin and Stalin discussing who gulaged whom. Have a wonderful night!’


Cooperation breakdown

It is ironic how in the same month I write a post about cooperation, I pick a fight over at Jim’s. My thoughts on the topic are still on-going (I have re-written this post multiple times), so I’ll keep it short for now.

The crux of the issue is that Jim wants Christianity as the new state religion, while I much rather keep open what we call our new state religion. This is a breaking point, because priests need to agree on a common story, and our story is not agreed upon.

I was angry about this at first. Now, I’m not sure.

My biggest problem is that Christianity isn’t cool. And I don’t think it will be cool. Some people say: ‘power dictates what is cool’ but I say cool also dictates what is power.

Faith cannot be faked.

Well, to an extent, it can, obviously. The logical inconsistencies in Christianity are almost as old as Christianity itself, and Christians for a long time have been able to solve it by basically saying: we don’t discuss it. Christianity worked, so why take risks. I believe this summarizes Jim’s take.

But I think some risk has to be taken. Christianity has become anachronistic, a victim of the knowledge it’s peace has brought to mankind. These days everyone’s carrying a camera hooked up to the internet. Are we really going back to believing men can wave their hands and heal the blind? It’s bad roleplaying, ergo not cool. I mean, when the coolest Christians are Justin Bieber, Roosh V and bishop Don ‘magic’ Juan, it seems to me you’re really scraping the bottom of the barrel.

Humanity is still young. About 6,000 years of civilization young. Stories will come and go. Just because a story had a good run does not mean it is the only story and it has to run forever. I feel like that guy/girl in the ‘leave britney ALONE!’ meme. ‘Leave Jesus ALONE!’ He did his thing, his thing was awesome, and now we move on.

So, then what? Well, considering my prototype is Jimianity, and Jim’s prototype is Christianity, it’s fair to say any proposal will sound insane until it proves itself otherwise. But I’m pretty sure the right road is in there, somewhere. We’ll see.


OK, here we go. The big cooperation post.

Why big? Well, because cooperation is the one thing that gets you ahead. If you can get a group of smart men (and their wives) to cooperate, sky’s the limit. Cooperation scales like nothing else. Cooperation is apex power.

So, how does cooperation work?

Well, obviously I have not figured it all out. But if any reactionary principle really worked wonders for me, it’s cooperation. My take used to be the lone ranger take: you do your own thing, make sure it works, and then you don’t have to worry about what other people do. I still like that take, but doesn’t work as well as cooperation. There’s a hard limit to what you can do alone. Consider the expertise problem: I like DIY and I can do basic repairs, but if I’d want to renovate the bathroom the learning curve would likely be too steep and time-consuming to pull off nicely. There’s simply not enough time to be good in everything. Which is why we have division of labor. Hey ho capitalism!

But money is just one form of cooperation. Many more forms which all melt together: for reproduction, for power, for life! Cooperation is the peak of human experience.

Now, I want to back that up, make sure we understand each other. Let’s look at David Dobrik.

David Dobrik is a twenty-something Los Angeles based youtube star. Arguably the most popular YouTuber, surpassing Pewdiepie. How did David do that? Well, check out his content.


So even if you only understand twenty percent of what going on, the vibe is obvious: these are the guys you want to be friends with. There’s free cars, there’s Snoop Dogg, there’s dancing and girls… It’s party all around.

How many parties do you throw? And if you’d throw a party, who’d show up?

I mean, just try and count how many people feature in his vlog. And consider that about fifteen of those are regulars.  It’s ridiculous. Compare with Pewdiepie, who sits behind his pc and plays games. Well I mean, Pewdiepie collabs, but can’t compare to David Dobrik. Nothing beats cooperation.

Now you might say: ‘pffoei, that stuff is all scripted anyway!’ Yes, much of it is scripted. What did you expect? We are all dancing monkeys, performing our dancing monkey dance. But you try to write a script everybody can agree on. It’s hard. It’s like… I dunno. A combination of freeflow and vision, of allowing people to completely being themselves while simultaneously nudging them in the right direction. You can’t keep a group of people around for years without giving them something they really want.

Now you might say: ‘pffoei, Dobrik’s life is the degenerate LA life.’ And you’d have a point. I mean, of course he’s living the LA life! If he’d be living anything but the prog party life, he would not have made it in LA.

But that ties into the point I am making: you work together with the people you encounter. Dobrik’s vlog is the best type of cooperation you could pull off if you want expensive cars, college parties and celebrity connects.

But of course, we are looking for a non-degenerate, child-filled way of cooperation. We want cooperation between men with wives and children. Family based, patriarchy based. The stuff great civilizations are made of. That is the most wholesome, most effective form of cooperation. It is of course currently also the most illegal form.

So, where to start?

Well, wherever you want to start. Here’s some thoughts of mine.

I think a männerbund is a good base. If a group of men feel connected to one another, share common hobbies and/or interests, already ahead of the curve. A männerbund of ten men can out-cooperate a group of fifty atomized men.

Männerbund cooperation automatically scales to include women. This is of course where it gets even more illegal, although if it is pulled of the right way, creates an oasis of peace and calm. People at a very deep level crave to be part of a group. Women especially so. Of course, being women, they’ll test first if the men are really as tough as they front. Pass the shit-test, which is to say, impress upon the women that the group has its own internal hierarchy, irrespective of outside forces, and women will turn happy and cooperate among themselves.

As I type this I realize that I take familial cooperation, between man, wife and children, for granted. But here, same principles apply: if you make a good team with your wife, you’re already miles ahead. Many couples floundering. While it can be such fun: a well-owned woman blossoms like a flower, becoming outgoing, radiant, bubbly, internally serene and outwardly energetic.

Cooperation requires a certain amount of kayfabe, which is to say, you play a slightly exaggerated role. Different people have different roles, and the trick is to allow people to play their preferred role in a way that benefits the group. This is where reactionaries shine: many political factions trying to cooperate, but all of them have self-defeating quirks that prevent cooperation. Leftists for instance cooperate in a race to kill each other. Cucks cooperate in a race to rat each other out. Ethno-nationalists cooperate in a race to award themselves victim status. We however are free to cooperate in whatever manner works, because our perspective is to do what pleases Gnon, and successful cooperation does exactly that.

I think of cooperation as a bunch of people standing on each other’s shoulders, building a human pyramid. How high does the pyramid go? Well, depends on how well the people cooperate. One person can only be in one place, so in order for the whole pyramid to function, everyone needs to know their place and how they function within the pyramid. If you build a big pyramid with lots of people, changing its structure becomes hard, even impossible. It becomes big, starts to sway beyond the control of any one of its members. Which is why you need what reactionaries call social technology: a bunch of tricks and shortcuts to keep the pyramid stable. Which is why we like the bible, which is filled to the brim with social technologies.

Consider our current elite, which is rapidly losing its ability to cooperate. It’s the mightiest pyramid, but oh boy is it swaying and dropping off people right and left. The unsolvable problem the progs face is that cooperation requires politically incorrect traditions and the whole thing about being a prog is that you stay PC. The more you stick to the actual progressive doctrine, the more impotent you grow, which is why leftist men no longer attract women. Progressivism is in this sense also a relatively ‘benign’ ideology, as it promotes the incompetent, not the malevolent.

I put benign in quotation marks because when power is concerned, little stays benign. I do not know exactly what happened on St James island, but it is obvious that Jeffrey Epstein was a facilitator of cooperation between the elite. The reason Bill Gates, Bill Clinton, prince Andrew and who not associated with Epstein was because through Epstein, you had access to a network you’d otherwise have not. What specifically did Epstein provide that made him so effective? I don’t know, but judging by his arrest and subsequent murder, it was illegal. Probably involved teenage girls. Here’s a wild speculation: what if Epstein promised reproductive success? Like, you could select your own dream girl, impregnate her, and Epstein would take care of the rest? I dunno, I’m just spitballing.

What I’m saying is, if cooperation among the elite breaks down, murder is where we logically end up. And since cooperation among the elite is breaking down, murder is likely where we will end up. So let’s see if we can come up with something better.

Sermons I

My brothers and sisters, welcome, welcome. I am happy to see so many of you are joining in. This virus might have deprived us of coming together offline, but see, we adapt and come together online!

My friends, these are strange times. COVID-19 ravages through our communities, takes from us our elderly and frail ones. Even though intergenerational strife has made young ones mockingly refer to the virus as ‘boomerpox’, wise men know to care for all who are dear to them. And indeed, that is what we see: men coming together to fight this common enemy, this unwelcome intruder of our homes! Our community’s resolve is tested and strengthened in the face of this virus.

But, brothers and sisters, like so many of you, I cannot ignore the meaning of this virus. Gnon, praise be upon him, is telling us something. What is it? What is Gnon communicating with us?!

Friends, Gnon has sent a warning! Gnon tells us: ‘you let metaphorical viruses cross your borders to live amongst you? I shall give you exactly what you want, and send literal viruses to live amongst you!’

Some of you call Gnon cruel for doing so. But these pessimists are sorely mistaken, for Gnon is merciful! COVID-19 may be a pandemic, a zombie apocalypse it is not! When the battle against COVID-19 is won, and trust me my friends, it shall be won, we shall be given another chance before the actual zombie apocalypse arrives!

But foolish would we be to neglect that chance! Warning signs are all around us. Gnon has shown us once and for all that our society is no longer capable of uniting against unexpected enemies. Our hospitals are overworked. Our ministers are retreating under pressure. Our politicians are bickering and fighting. Our economists argue that we must sacrifice the elderly to the false idol of GDP. Friends, our institutions are even denying us medicine. I myself could not yesterday a member of our community approached me. He told me his father had fallen ill. They visited the doctor and demanded testing. The doctor refused, stating that there weren’t enough tests! They then demanded medicine. The doctor refused, stating that the right medicine had not yet been approved!

But our friend did not give up – I am glad to say that through this community, our friend procured not just the right medicine, but also an oxygen machine for his father. And I am happy to tell you that his father made a complete recovery!

Yet, when I peruse mainstream medical literature, I am told medicine does not work and that it will take at least a year before any medicine or vaccine will be approved. Madness! An utterly broken system that wants people to be as broken as itself.

Brothers and sisters, this ‘curegate’ business is but more evidence that the world outside our church is falling apart. People whose forefathers were once faithful Christians have now lost the ability to have faithful wives, to raise children, to be brothers among men. And with that, they have lost common sense. This ends only in misery. We must beware, for over time, their anger and frustration will only grow as once easy tasks will become impossible.

Yet we must not fear them, for as Jesus spoke, they know not what they are doing. Care for them, be kind towards them, even if they are not part of our church.

But above all, let us heed Gnon’s warning and prepare for what is inevitably to come. Let us be hopeful through our work.

Let us praise Gnon, in the name of the Father, the Son, and the holy Jim.


So, what about that corona virus huh…

Just kidding. Not have much to add to the corono convo. It mostly confirms what everybody already believed. I will say that part of me enjoys the sense of people coming together.

I enjoy these break. Makes me realize I have to make some change to keep the blogging interesting. I expect posting once a month will be the regular thing from now on.

So what have I been thinking about?

Among others, the warrior / priest divide. It’s intuitive and it works. Naturally, when you get down to details, everybody has a different interpretations of the concept and it breaks down. But as a shared framework, it works.

So for me, in my outside-blog life, I have switched pretty much to a warrior life. Works out much better. Priesting is rough business. As a priest, you have to constantly watch your steps, make sure you don’t offend the wrong people. Much of your power as a priest is dependent on copying the right story from more powerful people.

A warrior on the other hand simply takes and keeps what he can. You don’t have to account for everything you do; you just do it. It’s simpler, more rewarding. I enjoy it.

But of course, this blog is a hundred percent priesting. All I do here is talk. Talk talk talk. And in my priestly talk I am flagrantly violating the law of the priests: I am offending many people I should not be offending. Not that most of them care about me, but still. Why would I keep writing on a blog that offers little reward, much punishment?

If you write in a style that communicates radioactivity, people will steer clear. If you want to know why guys otherwise excellent bloggers like Spandrell and Aidan blog so little – there’s your answer. There’s just not much to gain by it. Blogging was always a niche thing, but to be niche and radioactive… Well, even Moldbug sheds a tear thinking of how much blogging has cost him.

The thing is, if you take priesting without power to its logical conclusion, you end up a martyr. Who wants to be a martyr? I don’t feel like being a martyr. Fuck that. Live long and prosper.

So if not to be a martyr, then what to write about?

We will see. I have some ideas.

I will keep one writing. All things considered, the amount of lies on the internet is just too damn high. Institutions on the internet, just like institutions offline, decay. They entropize. For instance, I used to browse 9gag. Used to have plenty of good memes, still has them sometimes. But 9gag’s decline in quality has been pretty obvious. 9gag’s board is from Hong Kong, and I think the Hong Kong color revolution triggered a leftward surge. Lots of anti-Chinese propaganda. Used to have a decent balance of pro- and anti-Trump memes, these days it’s pretty much a barrage of orange man bad. Also too many lefty ‘people are fucking stupid’ memes. Too much hate and vitriol.

Which is sad, because you’d want guys to just be able to have a fun meme community without disorder fucking it up. But if you don’t fight natural decay, that’s what always happens. Call it Redditization.

You don’t get that decay here. You can’t, because it’s my blog, and I will push back against entropy. So as long as I’m alive and kicking, this blog delivers a coherent message. I figure that’s worth a little.

Jed McKenna is a pretentious asshole

A friend requested I read Jed McKenna, so picked up a Dutch copy of Enlightenment – the Darndest Thing! Unfortunately, this friend has a high hat of Jed, whereas I, after reading the book, concluded that Jed McKenna is a pretentious piece of shit. So part of me feels bad to pour out a bloggal takedown, but, in all honesty, another part of me will enjoy this.

Let’s start at the beginning. Who is Jed McKenna?

Well, nobody knows! There’s a couple of pictures on the internet of people of who one is  likely to be Jed, but he avoids the spotlight enough for us to call him anonymous. A white middle-to-old aged man is all we know.

What’s Jed’s deal?

Well, Jed says he is enlightened. He’s very down to earth about the whole thing. It’s like, he’s just a dude who likes video games and skydiving, but, y’know, he’s also enlightened. He lives in a charming countryside house in Iowa where visitors seek his wisdom and guidance.

What is enlightenment according to Jed?

Jed explains that enlightenment is merely a state of permanent non-dualistic consciousness. Of course, getting that into the thick skulls of his pupils is easier said than done. People have all this ego bagage, people think that achieving enlightenment is supposed to be fun, and don’t even get Jed started about all the fake teachers out there selling snake oil! As Jed explains, gotta ask for results, and Jed has at least ten enlightened pupils to show for it (none of them live with him).

Is Jed crazy?

No. Jed is very perceptive, in the book at least. He knows how to treat his guests, they all have a good time. For instance, one night, they all sit around a spontaneous bonfire. Rain trickles down, and amid murmurs Jed talks about religion and meaning and consciousness. You must’ve  felt the electricity in the air if you were there, and even as a reader you had the sense that something special was happening, perhaps some kind of spiritual revolution lurking behind the corner. I’d say that, as far spiritual teachers go, Jed McKenna is in a similar ballpark as our friend Baghwan.

What did I think of Jed McKenna?

Well I gave it away in the title. Thing is, I was bamboozled by the book’s title, which translated to Dutch as: ‘Spiritual enlightenment? Forget it!’ So I thought: oh, it’s a book by a dude who tells us all this spiritual New Age stuff is nonsense. Sounds interesting. But then it turned out to be a book by a dude who totally believes all this spiritual New Age stuff, only he believes everyone else gets it wrong. Dear lord!

Jed is a laid-back guy by all accounts. He is good in his role as teacher; a very Socratic feel to his conversations. Lots of metaphors, surprise twists, intriguing questions… You can tell he impresses people who are into this kind of stuff. And truth is, there is something to Jed’s way of life. He is a free flowing individual who goes with the flow and pretty much does whatever he feels like. Kind of like Feynman. That sort of lifestyle attracts adventures. One day Jed goes mountain biking by himself, when he runs into a teenage girl who knows him, since he’s a bit of a local celebrity. She likes him, so they go biking together and have a picnic. That’s just nice. No one can say that isn’t nice. Who wouldn’t want to bike and picnic with a cute fan?

Then, what’s the problem?

So I thought about this. I dislike his teachings, but what exactly do I dislike? Why?

Well, here’s a picture. I am too lazy to look up the exact quotes, but paraphrasing, the book goes like this:
pg 14: ‘… I am of course enlightened, so I do not care…’
pg 35: ‘… Being an enlightened being, I saw the events play out quite differently…’
pg 83: ‘… She did not see it, but then again, she was not enlightened..’
pg 142: ‘… I achieved enlightenment after years of searching…’
pg 241: ‘… I really don’t want to press the point, but did you know I am enlightened?’

At first, I gave him the benefit of doubt, and thought: well maybe he is simply taking the red pill metaphor very serious. I mean, everyone can get behind a red pill metaphor no? But I was not able to trust him. It felt like conceding frame to something… childish.

I mean, c’mon. For a grown man to say: ‘I am enlightened’. It’s just gay. It’s not cool. Everybody thinks they are enlightened! And those who do not secretly still believe they are enlightened, just that the universe for some strange reason has not acknowledged their enlightenment yet.

Enlightenment, if you get down to brass tax, is just optimized human experience. It’s a mechanical thing, where you do the things that your genetic code incentivizes you to do. Like, just the stuff men do and like. Build things, spend time with family and friends, have hobbies whether it’s gaming or watching birds or having a boat. Just… stuff that makes you enjoy life. That’s all there is to ‘enlightenment’. It’s really not rocket science.

So the real answer is: enlightenment is just fetishizing the experience of having a good day.

So I started to ignore what Jed said and looked at what he did.

The answer is: not so much. He was just chilling. Flirting with cute girls, playing video games, enjoying the sound of his own voice. That’s all there is to Jed. He talks about this deep and eternal truth, but quite frankly, I find more truth in a single comment over at Jim’s blog than I found in McKenna’s entire book.

I could leave it at that, but let’s go one level deeper still.

The problem is that a guy like Jed bases his teachings on enlightenment thought that reaches back two hundred years. Jed draws from the actual Enlightenment movement, by  18th century American/European intellectuals. This is not trivial: no man can reinvent the universe by himself. We build our knowledge on top of our forefathers, using their generations of experience to expand our own.

Now, in these spheres, we pat ourselves on the back because we draw upon more than eight thousand years of thought. We have very little respect for the enlightenment forefathers – guys like Locke, Rousseau and Voltaire. Basically, we think they were scum. A bunch of lying charlatans. We reject the Enlightenment, which is why we are also known as the Dark Enlightenment.

Jed is not scum. I’d say Jed has two central strands of teaching: one is Western individualism (his teaching that two enlightened beings have no reason to stick together), the other is Eastern zen. The problem with the first is that it is entirely derived out of the Enlightenment. Perhaps Jed made some modifications, but from barren grounds no fruit shall bear. The problem with the second one is, and forgive me for sounding like an asshole, that it is the philosophy of losers. Look at the historic track record of Buddhism: where are the successful Buddhists? Where are the successful Buddhist countries? South East Asia? You mean the South East Asia we colonized for centuries? I mean, if we really want to look at Asian civilizations that stood up to whites, how about we look at Chinese philosophy. Oh, they have a God of money? How un-zen…

Jed does not turn to zen because it is the best thought in the history of man, he does so because he has to. Buddhism is innocent in the eyes of 18th century Enlightenment, whereas Christianity was official enemy from day one. Jed is peddling a watered down version of reality because that is the only thing he is allowed to sell.

Which, in all fairness, is completely understandable. Talking the capital T truth has been illegal for quite some years now. Like, you could probably only pull that off if you’d get off the grid completely, with fake passports and everything. But what madman would possibly do that.

So, short answer concerning consciousness and enlightenment: turns you never needed Jed’s path to enlightenment – the enlightenment was in you the whole time! Wow. Mind blown.

At the end of the book, Jed helps a pretty female interviewer on her way to permanent non-dualistic consciousness. Want to know how he does it? Well, being a journalist for a new age magazine, she was elbow deep into the vegan meditation new age spirit crystal scene. Jed made her realize that this scene is full of fake and pretentious people. My God! Is there anything this man can’t do?