Damned Are The Retards

For they will never improve, or attempt to improve, or ever achieve anything resembling improvement. They are incapable of being anything other than being retarded.

This is deeper and sadder than is immediately obvious. Especially, it has social implications that escapes 90% of humanity.

Retarded people are "merely content".

Content with eating, fucking, getting drunk/wasted, pumping out several kiddies (some single mommies using said kiddies as an income stream). Repeat cycle generationally.

Endlessly.

Outbreeding the "more driven". Those who desire a deeper meaning to life, for something more than the next meal/sexual conquest/high.

Welcome to the documentary/instruction manual known colloquially as "Idiocracy".

Even some of the driven are missing something on a deeper level. Something that we can't name.

Brett Stevens over on Amerika calls it a "civilisational purpose" or goal. He writes of a drive towards excellence.

Uncle Bob, bless his soul (which from an agnostic like me is likely a blasphemy by itself), used to call it "arête" - also a desire for excellence.

Excellence and standards, MIA in our society and mindset.

As I learn more about people, I become more and more a misanthrope - someone who despises people on the whole.

Sure, there are a few good people who I enjoy the company of. The rest? It wouldn't bother me if 80% of them were killed off. (Chances are high that I'd be in that 80%, too.)

Got into a conversation with an older man, we were talking about how stupid the younger generation is these days. Even with basic English language, something that everyone is brought up learning. (Shit, I struggle with that at times too.) Spelling and pronunciation of some words: "aluminum" vs "aluminium" for example. Color vs colour, armor vs armour, you get the picture. Americanised vs British English, effectively - nothing wrong with the two.

We got to talking about some plurals - some of which don't end in "s". You can only determine plural in context.

Him: "I'm waiting to see people spelling and saying sheeps."

Me: "I hope that I never see that. It would make me think that it's time for a culling."

Him: "Prepare to be disappointed..."

Me: "Oh God, don't get me started..."

The talking wandered to other things, yet that stuck in my mind. We are long, long overdue another culling. A removal of the weak, genetically-deficient, and parasitical from our species.

Maybe the decline of our Western civilisation is an inner preparation for the culling.  I don't know...I simply wonder how much longer we can continue to feed upon ourselves before Atlas shrugs and the whole house of cards falls down.

Perhaps that can be avoided. With Trump in America, it looks as if they are at least attempting to throw off the parasites. Difficult to tell with the biased leftist media making mountains out of molehills whenever Trump takes a misstep...while at the same time burying everything that he does right, minimising his reported successes.

Currently, we give everybody their daily dose of soma and leave them to continue their meaningless lives. Birds, booze, drugs, sports, whatever... ("Bird" is NZ slang for women. In Aussie, "sheila" means the same thing.)

Weird, while I like and support the general idea of Aaron Clarey's "Enjoy the Decline" - I find that I'm not able to be a parasite off the current system. I can't even comprehend how people can live like that. (Welfare queens...six kids..."it's for the childreeeeeen"...bleh.)

I don't know if it's personal pride, or if it's ultimately something to do with striving to be better than the general herd of retards out there.

Maybe that's why I couldn't really go hardcore down the PUA track. It smacks so much of dragging yourself down into the slop, just so you can be #21 (or #51, or #301) to drop a fuck into her various holes. A basic lack of dignity? Retardism at its finest? Who knows...by the definitions of BoneCrkr, Omega men, the behaviour of the criminal scum class...

As I think about society in general, I begin to think more and more of the old aristocracy. Brett Stevens writing on Amerika is right: that was the way things ended up being structured, because that was the way things are in the real world.

• the lowest class, filled with retards - these people are nothing more than grunt labour and criminal scum

• the middle class, more driven - these people are artisans, shopkeepers, the types who build and keep a civilisation going

• the upper class, the aristocrats - these people provide the real long-term thinking, the vision, who (should) know what works best, who limit the stupidities and encourage the excellent

Then some discontented and jealous nincompoop (aka fucktard) decides that a revolution is in order so that they can get ahead. They organise a "change of leadership", aka "jobs for the boys", aka sawing the bottom off the ladder and nailing it to the top.

End result is what we have now: the grunt labour retards are "in charge", while the more parasitical members of the middle class are having a field day as they grow rich off the retards. In the meantime there's nothing stopping the whole herd of stupidity from crapping over everything in sight and saying that it's "good" to destroy everything in sight instead of making sure that there's something kept for the future and future generations...

Oh yeah, definitely for the childreeeeen...

Me, I'd be happy to be middle-class and helping to prop it all up. Which I am anyway, and pleased of that much, given that I started life from low-class criminal dregs in the retard gene pool...life could have been a helluva lot worse...

This particularly bleak look through Crap Colored Glasses brought to you via a week of philosophical musings and conversations and personal soul-searching while tramping through the Far North, enjoying sunrises and sunsets and stars and getting sunburned and rained on, as #pizzagate starts to boil over with allegations that we are "ruled" by pedophiles and sexual deviants.

Boy, some'a them parasites really went whole-hog didn't they...

We Suffer From A Lack Of Maturity

Men. Women. Children. Society and civilization as a whole.

I find myself stepping back, looking around, and then looking once more to the wisdom of Zenpriest when he said: Feminism is an Extended Infantile Tantrum.

All people are selfish: What's in it for me? It makes total sense, and it's not selfish to ask that question - if done rightly. That is the most basic question of all, where Men decide what they will do for things they desire plus set and enforce their boundaries. (It's where many women decide to try and get everything they possibly can from Men - which greed is another subject to cover sometime.)

This is where we stop, look, and say: I don't have time for this crap. Your life is your own. It is not there for someone else to hollow out for their entertainment or personal gain.

We suffer from a lack of maturity. We have for a long, long time. I'm beginning to think: many generations, perhaps hundreds of years.

I have been looking at feminism and its fruits for the last five-odd years. It's taken time for me to develop these Crap Colored Glasses™. Many adjustments were made, more will be made in the future. What do I see through them, when I look at feminism and females and the slut-culture and the Sex and the City lifestyle and the marriage-and-frivorce system as a whole?

Infantile.

I have just begun looking at the manosphere through the same Crap Colored Glasses™. Men running through The Matrix on God Mode, wondering why they become bored and burned out on the childish, twisted, bitter sluts they are surrounded by.

Infantile.

Men buying into the mess for their own sexual gain. Men shaming Men because they bought unthinkingly into the feminist mindset. Men shaming Men because they don't want their demographic wandering away plus they're competing for the newcomers into the Manosphere. Men shaming Men so that they can make a buck.

Infantile.

I see a Man saying: "Don't waste your time seeing X movie, it's probably going to be full of feminist garbage." Thanks for the heads-up mate - you're probably right, they've slopped their garbage over pretty-much every other film out there. To the point where there are very few modern films that I feel like watching any more.

Then the media picks it up and starts jumping up and down and screaming about it, indulging in paroxysms of childishness, spreading the message further. Then the main actress says "yes it has a strong feminist message". Still the screaming and dribbling continues from all quarters, with redoubled fury.

Infantile.

I see people touting global-warming hysteria. I see people backstabbing each other and throwing each other under the bus for a buck, or to cover their back. I see people stealing from each other. I see people pissing away their inheritance, stealing from the younger generations, stealing from generations not yet born.

Infantile.

I look at my own writing here, past and present. Probably future too. I realize that most of them are thoughts that have already been thought by great men in the past. That my thoughts are barely the minor founding-pebbles of their thoughts and philosophies.

Painfully infantile.

The world is comprised of 3.5 billion infants, pouting and grabbing for the lollipop, screaming frantically when they can't reach it. Expecting the other 3.5 billion rather-confused inhabitants to give them a helping hand. Then waddling away in search of the next lollipop - perhaps absent-mindedly tossing a "thank you" over their shoulder to their helper.

Say that they get the best-ever sex of their lives. As they're curled up purring and basking in the afterglow, their sex-partner gets up and puts on his clothes and leaves. Perhaps with an absent-minded "that was real good" over his shoulder as he goes out the door.

Her, screeching: "What?!"

Him, absently as he closes the door behind him: "Yeah, that was real good. Yeah."

Infantile.

So I have the hubris to attempt to write a book, to attempt to pass on some shreds of wisdom to others. Half the world expects it's nose and chin to be wiped on cue and gets shitty if you don't read it's mind as to when it's due - plus other stuff as well. The other half is confused as to what the fuck is going on with the first half.

Like one small book is going to help. Laughable.

Even more laughable: I've made three separate attempts to get started so far. I've just trashed the third. I say to myself: "You haven't achieved wisdom yourself. You haven't achieved maturity yourself. You're trying to write a book of this nature? Fool."

Yes. A fool. I'll keep banging my head on the wall. If it only helps one person, then it's worth it.

The steps to wisdom and maturity. An unending road. I feel like a toddler again.