Wednesday, 30 January 2013
Young men know jack shit, and with youthful exuberance comes many a problem. We are irreverent, iconoclastic, recalcitrant, bursting at the seams with capacious, spilling over the rim of the cup energy. The ass of the lassie, the whole fucken "I've been up since Friday with no sleep", the arrogance and hope of the whole thing. Like I said, I'm 22, and I'm inexperienced to say the least. I am fully and willing to admit that my elders and people with life experience should be respected as such. Ever wonder why some of the finest, most palpable writers were so old when they wrote their masterpieces? The Origin of the Species at 52. The Brothers Karamazov, the finest work of fiction ever written at 60 years old. All of it life experience. All of it, the insides and patterns of what goes on and the logical fallacies and the quirks and idiosyncrasies of people, you dinnae get that locked up in a fucken South County Dublin coke party with two lassies licking each others ears. I am in high respect of age, and while in someways, I am not looking forward to it, in other ways, I am looking forward to my 30s especially, with fucken relish.
With age comes wisdom. With sagacity comes guidance to the impulsiveness of youth. But, there is a problem. What if your elders, the people in charge, don't know a bloody fucking thing about anything? That just about every goddamn thing under the sun was just completely fucken batshit...
I always thought that there was some binary shit here in relation to old and young. Sort of like a simple algebraic expression. That in order, roughly speaking, vivacity of youth=wisdom of older people=society with its fucken shit together. Then arguably the worst, most puerile generation in history comes along and decides to rock the old boat and fills the old noggin with a plethora of silly stupid knowledge, and the second part of the equation is fudged. Good practical advice for a young man, like taking care of his body, screening out bad women, making his way in the world, has been replaced by transparent and fuzzy thinking, and has permeated institutions, people's mindsets, it's like smoke in your goddamn clothes. So, broken equation and society goes haywire.
But there's another part of it, and it's nothing more than pure fucken avarice. Reading through old books, old ideas, the so called Greatest Generation, there was this attitude of "we have to make the world a better place for our children and that's that" which has been subsequently replaced by this hedonic, quite existentialistic, "enjoy life, because when it is gone, it is gone! Life is one big butt party! Bury me nude!" So with an attitude like that, and with declining fertility, they expect US to fit the bill when they cash in on their 401s and Viagra vending machines? For their fucking party?
Hehehehehehe. That, is the epitome of immaturity my friends. The selfishness. Fuckbats.
I'm torn here. On one hand I am racing to the bottom and I am enjoying it, oh very much so. On the other hand, what is happening around us is so utterly silly and twatty and outright hilarious, the thing will need a big fucking red reset button and I don't know if I really care anymore to help to pick up the pieces. Yous all asked for it. Yous all voted for the EUSSR. I sure didn't. You made your bed, now lie in it. This is merely karma, and nature. Nature always wins. Always.
Tuesday, 29 January 2013
The Rawness (or T) has recently had a series of articles on the HBD sphere that have kicked up a sandstorm of controversy in its wake. He presents a hypothesis on guilt and shame, guilt being the emotion that can lead to narcissism and the person who falls into this category takes on a fixed mindset, those who believe in the mindset are called entity theorists. He uses the example of children in school to illustrate this point. The wee bairns who are told they are smart, are more adverse to work and think that by working, it won't be because they they are smart they did it, it is because they put in the work and they are not so smart after all. The kids who make their high IQ, intelligence therefore are entity based, so in order not to hurt their ego, they build up this wall (great album btw) and put themselves in the "superior white" category, and plot themselves against the binary "dumb blacks who are really violent and shit" group.
I don't really like talking about HBD in reality, truth be told. Somebody in meatspace blathers on and I usually turn off and stare at the ass of the hot lass in the class. The topic itself is kind of insulting for one thing. What's the point of going on and on about blacks getting lower IQ scores for one thing, like an Aspergery fuck, especially if you have black friends yourself? There isn't any, as no one wants to be in such a group. It's not productive, you've got a good friendship that can be tampered with, there is literally no upside to the thing. Second, it should be blatantly obvious to every bloody fucking person on the planet. Races are different, no shite sherlock. HBD in a lot of cases strikes me as a bunch of socially retarded shits arguing in meticulous detail why the sky is blue, and why dere be a sun in the sky and dude, I know there is a fucking sun in the sky. At least with The Manosphere, even though it attracts some fringey retards, the vast majority of people just want to do better with themselves. Stop acting so sententiously about it. If a race scores less on an IQ test with a g factor, then fair enough. They're objectively not as smart. That is reality. That is truth. Fine. I accept that. What is your point exactly? Don't go on and on about it mate. I agree with Robert Lindsey's approach to Human Biodiversity for example, which I'll link here. We have lives to live, dontcha knows. Get on with it. Make money, get married, screw women or men, just get on with it. Third, there is this unlikeable, genetic, biological deterministic component to the whole thing, ie, you are reduced, demographics are reduced to this tiny little number. Now I know, for a statistical model that is simple enough to apply OLS, and the model is consistent and approaches infinity en aw, but even still. No man or woman is a mere number. HBDs or idiot fucks on Stormfront apply this ugly, morose formula to people, and a man's character, his own environment, his bravery and personality, his temperament and his personality, is watered down to being able to do an IQ test, or some differential equations. Fuck that. Let's ignore the fact that prior to the 70s in America, black crime and poverty was falling at an exponential rate. But they're just an inferior race, according to HBD right?
Fourth, we must remember that the world is quite complicated, and blame should not be ubiquitous, and HBD does this by putting Caucasians on a higher plane. Blacks in America committing the vast majority of the crime? If it is true, it is true. A genetic component to this disproportionate amount of crime? Almost certainly. However, it was white guys like fucking Paul Krugman and The Cathedral (to use some words from Moldbug) who acted like swinging apocryphal arseholes and ran the economy into the ground with all this Keynesian bullcrap. It was white guys who made socialism such a horrible, ugly thing. You could go on and on and on till the fucken cows come home. I'm not a self loathing white or anything, but christ on a bike, there is more going on here in life than just, derpady derp, blacks and hispanics are dumber than whites. Fifth, it can be used to mask your own shortcomings as a human being. I didn't get the job because of affirmative action. This can be true, but turning in on yourself and seeing yourself as this victim of a broken society (the NOBLE white), is not exactly the most helpful of things. We live in a broken society. So whats uh, yous gonna do now ken?
This should be taken with a grain of salt en aw. HBD is useful because egalitarianism is just as detrimental in its own way. To say there is no difference between sex and races is complete horseshit, and programs like affirmative action are just as bad, a product of an egalitarian mindset which almost certainly be stamped out. For every Ryu type who dreams of the city on the hill where dere be no Mark Twaineness going on, putting all these fellas backs to they walls, there is the extreme bearded trendy lefty, who believes anything white is to be shamed, because we're all Django enslaving pieces of shit, who wants to stick square pegs in circular holes. Both views are to be avoided as much as possible.
Having said that, Ricky seems to be lumping everyone under the same heading here. I can't find disagreement in the extreme cases, but he really is going after low picking fruit here. There is a huge amount of evidence to suggest that HBD is completely legit, or at least in the ballpark in a lot of cases, and for all his going on about lies in statistics (also one hundred percent true) he fails to present any such evidence of such a thing. Where are Ricky's comments on the sample with only 50 people, or a model which contains multicollinearity? Is he saying here that all models are lies? A bad hypothesis, type 1 and type 2 errors and all that. There's a big difference between saying, this is not true and this model tells me something, but there is an omitted variable or whatever the fuck. The Derbmaster and Steve Sailer don't seem like race hating scumbags to me. They seem like guys interested in the truth, whatever that might entail. The truth is still the truth, whether you like it or not.
There are many evils in the world. Being aware of our differences is an important component of this, but not to sound like a utopian shit, turning on each other isnae gonna do a damn thing. Take from that what yous will. Better toos get jiggy withsit I says. I might delve intae this shit at a later date. Color me interested.
Also: Read this if you get the chance. It's the defining post on the topic in my opinion.
Sunday, 27 January 2013
Call it genetics, call it the shite in our environment, xenoestrogens in the plastic or whatever yous have. Call it low testosterone, or call it getting a big fucken HAW HAW Nelson Muntz in relation to life, the effervescence of youth yielding to an ugly bald twat. Baldness seems to play around with a man (the fact that the industry is worth 1 Billion or so is surely tantamount to that) and his brain, not to mention fucken Larry David seems to have built a bloody career on it hasn't he? Shiny eggy head. Hmm.
I know one wee fella who lost the hair when he was 16. Musta been rough, especially when you're the fucken epitome of dat George Costanza fiend and all the lassies won't even finger your ear for some hard earned cash. Nay gonna be the comely cunt any more, but the question is, would yous want to?
A couple of days ago, I went to get a haircut, the usual stuff, and fellas, I musta got a fucken barber with fucken Parkinsons. because about five minutes later, I'm left with a basterdized 70's afro of a thing. This dastard, this cur, apologized and asked what is it that I wanted to do, because if I was to leave the man's humble premises, I would end up in a police car on the way back to fucken Cavan, or some other mickey mouse county. On the fritz, I turn to him and say, gimme the full fucking blade zero. Bzz. Bzz. And that razor, I want it for free.
So, for the past while, Franco has been a member of the bald brotherhood.
What is it like being a member of such a highly regarded establishment? Well, it certainly left some people completely and utterly flummoxed, parents, mates etc, which was both entertaining and funny. You look like a punk! You look like a bumboy! But also, all these strange things have happened to me in the time that has passed. People definitely look at you different when you're a full baldie. For example, people seem to be quite intimidated by me. Men have been nodding to me in the street, stepping out of my way more and keeping less eye contact, maybe it's cause the old maw has been really accentuated by the lack of hair on top, I dunno, but it be a really cool feeling awright. Lassies, yous know yourself lads, how they are with the whole fake, breathless, "omg like you totally didn't do that to yourself, why would you make yourself ugly Francis???" but saying this...playfully roysh. I've been told I look like as serial killer, and fucking Ming the Merciless. Jaesus. What's also weird is that with hair, I was able to get away with being a little bit of an asshole play, now lassies are more offended by it, people seem to take me more seriously, and I have toos play myself WAY FUCKEN down, be a little bit nicer, so too speak. Again, I don't know if I look more dominant, or it's because I look about ten years older now, and people in their twenties aren't taken seriously by Boomer twats, or just people in general, and again, I appreciate that this post is fairly unrecked, and when a man ages, it sucks arse, but any thoughts would be welcome. My question to people who are bald in general...
Is it really that bad? I'm seriously considering shaving my head blade 0 for the rest of my life, and I can grow a fucken mean rockstar long hair Robbo Plant set if ah wanna. Now, admittedly, I look and sound a lot more like this guy in real life:
than this guy:
so it not be like bald is good en aw univocally.
There's also the practical, you save a shitload of cash thing of course if you just buy a razor and do that, say once or twice a week. Not to mention if we look at the options a bit more, they dinnae look too hot. Propecia? Causes the old dick to fall off apparently. Rogaine? Lol. Toupee? Seriously, you fucking kidding? You'll look like this:
That is either snatch hair, or a bit of carpet Davie boy found in his home and then glued to his head.
Hair transplant? Works brilliantly from what I've seen, and the only reasonable enough option, but a simple question will put this in the bud.
You have the money? If it is fucking up your confidence/inner game, then yeah, all the power to you bro. Just that, well...there's a lot of Jameson's whiskey you can buy with that kind of dosh.
So yeah, if you can rocket it, then go for it. Just don't be fat. Bald and small guys, take a look at dannyfrom504. He's 40 and he's doing better than most of you and me right now. Or people in your own social circle. Bald and small is ok. Just not fat. Jesus, you don't want the Homer Simpson look going on.
Give it a shot, give it a trial, is my recommendation tos you. Hey, you or I might be a baldie someday not by choice, so yous might have to rocket this kind of thing in the future anyways. Until then:
Bald brothers! Unite!
Friday, 25 January 2013
Stingray has a blog post up about reaching her 37th birthday, and her subsequent lamentation of hitting The Wall, and what her husband sees. This is certainly a grim part of life for the lassie and bears much food for thought. I still remember my grandmother, vivacious as a woman in her early twenties, dressing well, doing all that kind of thing for my grandfather. She said she felt young inside. Vox Day and Stingray have talked about this love goggles concept a good bit, but again, like a lot of things, it seems like an increasingly, distant, intangible, vague concept to a Millennial in this day or age. Ah well sure.
Cheers! Bottoms up lads!
I dated a woman who had turned 30 when I was 20, shout out beta and all dat shit if you will, for a small bit of time. It was funny, I was vaguely aware of game at the time, and only discovered Roissy afterwards, but moreso it made me realize, the rate at which a woman's body declines, the rate at which beauty fades intae lines and wrinkles and sag, is utterly remarkable, comparable to an exponential function in effect, and sad, just really depressing to be honest. One less hot lassie to look at in the world. Now she was a good looker this chick, and being foreign she was eons ahead of the party girl bullshit of the Irish lass, and being 22 and eating an extremely healthy diet while lifting weight with a high libido, there are women in their late thirties/early forties that I find incredibly attractive and would bang without a second thought. But, you aren't in the same league as the 20 year old, my dear lassie. None of yous are. The 30 year old can still be hot, and obesity does more to stick the aul dick in a metal vice with spikes in it than an ugly lass can, something which is becoming sadly, increasingly ubiquitous on university campuses, which means that a hot 30 year old beats her porky little 18 year old sausage roll by quite the fucken margin, we're talking Ireland and Spain at the footy margin. But even so. Youth is but a breath on a window pane. That is all.
Anyway, back to dat most precious of things, love goggles. Bill Powell said on a recent blog post that men can fuck as many women as they want, but they can only love a handful of times before being jaded, and day to day cynicism is the norm. The mellifluous movements of the lassie wearing nothing but those black Ann Summers panties, clothes strewn across the floor, pirouetting around your room and singing Fix You by those Big Gay Bastards (TM) Coldplay completely out of tune, are arousing physiologically, but mentally speaking it doesn't touch you anymore. Is this how players are created, is this where players spawn from? Neil Strauss nerdom, or your ego experiencing its very own Hiroshima? Love is one of the few non bullshit things in the world. I wonder, how common is it for your ego to be completely and utterly broken down when a good lassie leaves you? I smashed shit up, I started drinking, a mad bender, I read The Pale King and The Outsider and Kafka short stories and all these works of fiction and think them mad cunts are turning intae bugs all day and no one notices this fucken shite carry on, carrying onn. Anyway, there is a reason why I bring all of this up. Love is a glue that keeps society together. Men can only take so many dents in relation to this. We can fuck as many lassies as whatever, but love is a different kettly fish. Women, well as everyone knows, de fairer sex is all hypergamous and whatnot, so they don't have the same capacity to go out and git dere hole like mad from all thse different people. It's not in them intrinsically, unless they are damaged, at a root, base level. This is pretty awful when you think about it.
We are becoming more and more emotionally autistic. Men who have taken the hits have the Phelps effect of dem love goggles filled with water, and while sometimes motoring on will get yous there with all the crowds leaping intae the air, sometimes, you bail bail, into shocking blackness, it just be a couch it just be a FUCKEN couch ye fucken mad cunt! We can't love, patriarchy and shit, and it all breaks down. We love less, the glue weakens. We divorce. We don't want to get married. Even the ones who don't buy into this Cultural Marxist bullshit and realize marriage is children first and foremost, yous need love, like the fucking fuel in the car, tae get shit going. I was talking to a lassie about her future and she said about divorce, hilariously even "eh sure, if it doesn't work out I can always just divorce him!". And when we get the short straw, we step out, some noisily, but with porn and entertainment, we can do it quietly, no fuss and no muss. We don't invest in a society where there is no love, where there is nothing but irony, and conformist, hipsteride cynicism cynicism, but spell it with a fucken k. Stupid modernist narrative with its whats its like toos be a fucken human being, great being just letters on a page, isn't that right ken? We step out with a drink in one hand, no longer the wet behind the ears bairn, no longer foolish enough to fall in love with another lassie who simply isnae fucking worth it, and the world ends, not with a bang, but with a whimper.
I guess the story is fuck as many lassies as you want, but only fall for the good ones like. Stay away from dem slapper lassies. They tend not to wash, and tend to phone into Niall Boylan's smelly radio show a lot.