They Can't Hear You

There is only so much time in a day, and when you devote time for one endeavor, you are by default not doing something else. This is common sense....but like everything else in our Brave New World Order, good sense is no longer common, and this, of course, is by design.

"Whose design?" you may ask.

It doesn't matter. You only need know that a design does indeed exist, there certainly is a system of deliberate, institutionalized deception designed to enslave the minds of humanity, and all this truth seeking and "red pill" taking is nothing more than the process of reverse engineering the behavioral conditioning and regularly scheduled programming we've all been subjected to for all of our lives.

Once you grasp the enormity of it all, there is only one thing left to do. Take this knowledge that you've armed yourself with, and proceed to live the life you want to the best of your ability. I believe this is the ultimate end point of this thing called "the blogosphere." This is why most blogs end up getting abandoned  or deleted. The writer(s) hit the point where they realize the opportunity cost of blogging about something versus actually going out and doing something are getting too expensive.

The only people who have seriously made a dedicated track record of steady blogging over a long period of time, are those that have incorporated their blogging with their lifestyles to include some form of financial compensation for their blogging efforts. Good for them. For myself,  I've spent far too much of my life at a desk staring at a glowing screen and hacking away at a keyboard. You can't pay me enough now to commit making my living 8+ hours a day in a cubicle in front of a screen.


So I don't write like I used to, and I barely comment around the sphere at all anymore....but I still read. Always. It's my morning ritual with my first cup of unfair-third-world-slave-trade gluten-free non-GMO- certified-organic coffee of the day. While reading, I oft get the muse for another blog post...but I just don't have the time to do it, as I now have a pretty full plate in teh real worldz.

Nevertheless, I am still very much engaged with the fever swamps of the politically incorrect blogospheres on teh Interwebz as a voracious reader. I still read most everyone's output on my blogroll whenever they update with a new post, when I have the time to do so. But on days where I got a lot to do (like today...), I have to be selective in what I choose to read.

Very few bloggers and free thinkers are able to hold my dedicated daily reading loyalty over a long span of time. Many folks arrive into the sphere of my regular daily reading ritual with a splash of brilliance, but as I continue to read their output, I usually lose interest and only check up on them whenever a title for their latest post piques my interest. 

This is not a criticism nor a critique of anyones blogging quality, but rather just the realities of time getting shorter as more things to do offline limit me to either reading or writing. That being said, I have a very short list of what I consider MUST READS on teh Interwebz. Anytime they post anything new and I'm online, I'm reading it.

I've been doing this for a very long time.

Well I will tell you what has prompted me to log on today and write this here entry, despite having a number of things I probably should be doing with this time instead. I think I've just read the best blog post that sums up the entire zeitgeist of what we are all doing here out in these fringes of teh Interwebz. And the blogger who wrote this is not even one of my MUST READS (although he's definitely a "mostly read").

Here's one comment from a guy named Adam, responding to what I consider the ultimate distillation of the MAndrosphere zeitgeist in a single blog post:

The internet just amplifies and collects the proportionally tiny number of men who can think for themselves. Who want a different path. But you won't change the sheep. They can't hear you.

This place that I affectionately refer to as the fever swamps of the lunatic fringe of teh Interwebz, is a self-help medium. If you are not an auto-didact or an honest to goodness truthseeker, this place got nothing but lulz for you.

But if you are, I'm here to tell you now, that this post from Mike Cernovich really does encapsulate the essence of what this thing we call the red pill truly means. In his post The Look, he explains Why teh MAndrosphere? better than I ever did or could:

Those of you under 30 do not understand what a gift the Internet is.

Before the web young men had no idea what society had planned for them. 

Young men had no idea that they’d spend most of the rest of their lives as dead men.

What is essential “man knowledge”?

The odds are against you. The system wants you to live an unhappy life. It will take years of deprograming yourself of cultural conditioning to live life on your terms. It will then take daily effort to remain grounded.

No one will ever appreciate you. Deal with it. Men are viewed as pack mules. Working your ass off to support your family is simply what you are supposed to do. Meanwhile you’ll be expected to trip over yourself rushing to tell a woman how great she is for simply breathing.
People do not want to be happy, as becoming happy requires you to take action.

Miserable people won’t watch a sunset or volunteer at a soup kitchen, even though those activities are proven to increase happiness. Stressed out people aren’t going to meditate.
People love being “who they are,” as that requires them to take no effort to change. Avoid those people like the plague, as they are diseased of the mind.

90% of men are miserable. 99% of women are miserable.

Finding happy friends as a man will be a constant challenge. Finding a happy woman is even harder.

The best strategy to find quality people is to become one yourself while ruthlessly cutting out toxic people, users, and manipulators.

Ever hour you spend with a moron, unhappy man, or gossip-mongering woman is an hour you’re not spending living your life vision.

Women don’t complain because they want change. They complain because that’s what they like to do.

Relationship books tell you to listen to your woman’s complaints without doing any mansplaining (that is, helping her solve problems). That’s bullshit. Your woman has a mom and friends to gripe to. Do not lower your consciousness by listening to her complain about nonsense. (Better yet, do not allow a woman who complains about nonsense into your life at all.)

Gossip and drama are black holes you will not escape from. If your woman is a gossip or loves drama (95% of women), leave before you get sucked in.

A man’s prime isn’t until his 30s. A woman’s prime is in her mid-20s. Getting married while you’re young to a woman your own age has a 99% chance of causing you to lose your soul.

A ten year age gap is ideal for long-term relationships. Men and women age differently. Men age better.

It’s never too late to leave your crappy life for Thailand. Robin Williams killed himself after his ex-wife destroyed his mind. He could have taken some cash and lived a new life.

Fear is what’s stopping you from living the life you’ve always desired.

Know your worth, increase your standards.

I’m not anti-marriage, anti-kids, or anti-God. If your life vision is to be a Mormon with 14 kids, who am I to say otherwise?

Life is full of magnificent possibilities. I’ve met happily married Muslims, old men who couldn’t imagine ever marrying again and instead choose an expat life, and everyone in between.

I’ve met billionaires who are hen-pecked by unattractive women. Though feared in business, they sheepishly will tell you, “Hold on a second, I have to check in with the boss.”

Why does she deserve you?

You can tell what a man thinks of himself by looking at the women he dates. The more self-respect a man has, the higher standards he demands from women.

Men in the West are brain washed to serve women.

The real question you should be asking is, “Does she deserve me?”

If you settle, you’re dead.

That’s not a theory of mine that I came up with after reading a book.

I’ve seen the look in the eyes of thousands of men.

They are alive…and yet they aren’t.

The Look is easily recognizable to those of us who managed to avoid developing it. It is the look of defeat, despair, submission and resignation to a life of suffering in subservience and complete subjection to another's will. We can see it everywhere in this Brave New World Order of inverted gender roles, decimated families and general societal dysfunction.

While Mike's post is focused on The Look in the men he witnessed following their masters down the streets in South East Asia, I'm virtually certain their is a certain corresponding Look in the eyes of their women  masters leading them. It's a look worse than the living death witnessed in their emasculated men's face...it is the look of the bitter, contemptuous and perpetually unhappy shrew. 

When women assume a leadership position over men, it hardens them. But the polarity of natural intersex attraction is based off of opposites complementing each other. Soft woman and hard man are the natural order. Hard woman and soft man is most unnatural...and the unnatural state is what causes the development of "The Look" in both sexes.

For rest assured, accompanying every man with The Look of living death, is a woman with The Look of "resting bitch-face."

If you're a newcomer to these parts, realize you've just stumbled across the only place in our present age of declining civilization that will give you the knowledge to avoid all of the traps and pitfalls of a system designed to enslave us all.

For what you need to understand most, is that the system is primarily based on making you believe, think and act in ways that enslave yourself without you even realizing it. In a myriad of ways and means, men are programmed by society's social engineers who control our mass media and institutionalized educational system to enslave ourselves to women, while the same programming exists to make women reject their God-ordained complementarian role as helpmeets and trick them into thinking they should be in charge, without realizing their being enslaved to their emotional whims, endless rationalizations and their eternal quest for validation.

When the man leads and the woman follows, both are much more likely to experience a happier life of fulfillment. But when the roles are flipped, they both develop THE LOOK.

 TL;DR - Don't be this guy....or this girl. It may be just a cartoon, but both depictions of their faces adequately illustrate "The Look" for both sexes.

I Create As I Speak

In the time before writing, and then the advent of technologically enhanced communications allowing mass media, when someone wanted to manipulate others, they had to convince them to fall prey to their racket with only their words.

The original racket of manipulation and sheeple herding through oral communication, is clearly described in the New Testament of the Bible, when analyzing Jesus Christ's critique and condemnation of the Pharisees and their practice of Priestcraft. Based on the "Traditions of the Elders" in which the Pharisees claimed divinely granted powers through oral transmission of the laws from God to Moses, the Pharisees set themselves up with one heck of a racket for power to dictate and control the behavior of their followers, as well as giving them their own authority for taxing the wealth of their subjects. THEY claimed their power as lawgivers was invested into their class by the spoken word of God. This is the traditions of the elders that was then transmitted through the ages by an oral tradition amongst the Pharisees.

Thus, by claiming a divine source of oral tradition for their laws directly from God, they created the original "Matrix" of artificial and abstract construct of reality to set themselves up as the Theocratic rulers of society. In other words, by claiming God told the progenitors of their Priest Class an oral law, THEY were able to construct an entire social order and cultural hierarchy, setting themselves up at the top, to receive the tributes, indulgences, tithes and other offerings from the masses below who were seeking redemption for their sins....and those sins were defined by the words of the Pharisees themselves, citing their "Traditions of the Elders" as their sole authority to rule society.

THEY spoke. The sheeple listened and obeyed, accepting their oral claims of God's authority, thereby submitting to the creation of the Pharisee's system of Priestcraft hierarchy to enable their authoritarian control and exploitation of the masses.

This is their "magik" and it's the same name of the game as it ever was today as it was thousands of years ago. The answer to it then, is the answer as it is now: the Truth that will set us free... free from the rule and control of THEY who defile all of mankind by speaking the evils of their heart to rule and control we the sheeple through the propagation of their lies and deceit to create our current dystopia.





I've often written off the value of the higher education I attained while attending five years of institutionalized indoctrination in the hallowed halls of academentia at my State University, as mostly a giant wast of time. I largely credit all my graduate studies at the University of the Autodidact as the most influential and meaningful on my present condition in this life as a raving conspiritard in our Brave New World Order.

But it was the years I spent in Business School majoring in Marketing that is probably most responsible for  eventually helping me to open my eyes to the reality of our world and how our rulers use mass media and transhumanist technological "progress" to socially engineer we the sheeple. For in retrospect, I realize that all of those classes on Marketing were nothing more than a study of the oldest tactic employed by THEY who sought power and control over their fellow human beings: divide and conquer. And the best way to divide and conquer, is to get we the sheeple to divide ourselves by categorizing and segmenting ourselves based on both objective and subjective differences they create for us out of thin air.

The study of Marketing in undergrad Business school is nothing more than studying the art of psy-ops and propaganda to get the viewers and consumers to divide and conquer themselves so as to allow the marketer to capture the targeted segment of consumers in order to convert them into cash cows that can be continuously milked until dry.

In one of my classes, we spent well over a month worth of classes analyzing "Generations" and the generalizations that define each era so as to forge your message to more effectively reach your targeted market. We studied the various stereotypes, generalized habits and attitudes of the Silent Generation, the Baby Boomers, Generation X, and at that time, the emerging Generation Y. We also dedicated some classroom discussion time on speculating about the generation that came to be known as the Millennials. Over at the Dusk in Autumn blog, agnostic has got a lot of insightful posts regarding the differences between the various Generations. But if you really want to see the differences, look at the interactions of the mostly Generation X dread ilk over at Vox Popoli and the Boomers anytime Vox Day makes a post on the topic.

It would be insane to try and argue that there are in fact no differences between the various generations of the 20th and 21st centuries...but I have a different contention to make on the topic. Prior to the advent of mass mind control enabled by mass media technology, there was no real substantial differences between generations...at least not the sort that so thoroughly and contentiously divided us for the past century. Culture was far more static and slow changing, and influenced much more by religion and cultural traditions and norms.

But the advent of the tell-a-vision, radio broadcasting, the consolidation of print media and the popular music industry all gave those with the same agenda of societal control as the Pharisees of old, the means to "Speak" to the mass audience so as to create such artificially imposed divisions as "generations." THEY told each different generation that the older generations were "uncool" and "old-fashioned." With mass media and commercial consumerism, THEY were able to institute a continuous, dynamic change in music, dance, fashion, clothing, hairstyles, slang and lingo, and ultimately an ethos and moral code for each generation of youth entering their young adult years, so that THEY successfully severed the connections between generations to divide and conquer we the sheeple.

Just for one example of this, we need only look at the differences in marriage and family between the different generations. Our Grandparents were for the most part the last generation that followed the patterns of multiple generations that preceded them. They mostly dated, got married, had sex, then had children. Our parents dated, got married, had sex, had children, got divorced, dated, re-married, had more kids and often got divorced again. We (GenX) dated, had sex, had children, then got married, then divorced, then remarried. The younger generation don't date, they hook up and have sex with a multitude of partners (or they're incel and resort to teh Pr0n, or gay or transgendered or whatevers). Marriage is mostly out of the question, whether they have kids, use birth control, or have abortions or not.

The common cultural ethos and paradigm that drove the changes in mating patterns and family formation (and disintegration) trends are all different for each generation, and it was this artificially created division causing each successive generation to reject the former generations morality that lead to this cultural devolution and attitudes towards family over the span of a few decades.

The entire story of the 20th century, is one of mass culture-driven generational division, so that we have now reached the stage where we are nearly conquered and subjugated to the worldwide Brave New World Order they have been inexorably working towards for aeons.

THEY are only as successful as they are, because we give them and their 'magik' its power when THEY speak and we listen. The only way to break the spell THEY have over us, is to stop listening.

The Technical Ecstasy of Handheld MADness

 

If one wants to see true democracy in action, than one need only consider the one trend for which the majority throughout the world have most decidedly embraced. It is the defining paradigm of our time. If you too care to keep up with the trend and follow the herd, one need only get a Mobile Affirmation Device (M.A.D.), download the appropriate apps, and log on to the social MEdia and join in the fun of mutually assured delusions.

 

As a child of Generation X (aka Gen eXtended adolescence), I used to consider smart phone addiction as just a minor first world problem for Millenials and Generation Z. Nowadays, I stare in dumbfounded amazement at how swiftly and completely the iBorg has assimilated across all the generations of we the sheeple. Nearly all denizens of our Brave New World Order are now plugged in to the mindmeld of endless solipsism supply on teh Interwebz, thanks to the unholy combination of NSA data-mining apps social MEdia and the 24-7 connection to M.A.D.'s.

I recently attended a concert, the first in several years, and this is the view I had of the performance for the entire evening:

It is almost as if it has not been captured by your M.A.D., uploaded to the cloud, then posted-tweeted-pinned or emailed, it never really happened.

Resistance seems futile. While I do own a M.A.D., I do have my virtual affirmations apps set to the lowest possible settings - i.e. I basically don't use my iPhone for texting, email or social MEdia.  All that stuff can wait until I get home to the desktop for my digital media fix.

Drugs are bad Mm'kay

Of all the dystopian fiction I've consumed in novels, regularly scheduled tell-a-vision programming and movies over the past three decades or so, as far as I can recall, not a single one predicted our present day palm zombie apocalypse and the widespread and nearly uncontrollable addiction to virtual approval dispensed by a handheld device many ultimatelly end up loving more than life itself.

Besides the very real dangers of M.A.D. distracted driving, the culture of self-obsession and a desire to project an idealized self-portrait to incessantly seek out virtual peer approval and validation has taken on a life of it's own and nearing pandemic proportions.

In previous generations, we had a tradition of fairy tales and stories that warned the next generation of youth about the pitfalls of the seven deadly sins, including narcissistic self-absorption and envy...especially for young women.

"Mirror, Mirror, on the wall....

"...who's the fairest of them all?"

Times they are a changin'.

"Smart phone, smart phone in my hand...

 

...who is the sexiest slut in all the land?"

Used to be, when a young girl engaged in behavior that had potentially serious long term negative affects on her life, like revealing and potentially embarassing pictures stored forever in cyberspace, the previous generation of older relatives like her mother or her aunts would set her straight and give her badly needed guidance in navigating the world of dating and inter-gender relations....

Keepin' it classy, Momma!

Such inter-generational guidance is long gone. 

Don't even bother asking Grandma...she's got her own affirmations to solicit from her own M.A.D.

 But it's not just teh Womynz. Since it now seems like I've turned into an old drunken curmudgeon with a gun sitting on the porch yelling at the youth to get off my lawn, I'll give any young gents reading some badly needed inter-generational guidance:

Be circumspect and self conscious about how you utilize your M.A.D.'s. Save it for that which is really important!

Several years ago, I used to read about this thing called "transhumanism" and think that the day man and machine are melded into a bio-mechanic organism was just far-fetched SyFy fantasty. Now I know I was wrong in that initial assessment. Transhumanism is already here.

Our egos and our sense of self have been captured, uploaded and photoshopped into the best possible virtual representational avatar of who we are in teh real life.

Where does this phenomenon end up? Where are we going as a species with this new found addiction to the hagiographic distortions of virtual handheld reflections of unreality?

Never fear, for when the end is near, not a moment shall be missed by the masses of M.A.D. wielding observers!