Fear in the Eyes of the Elite


Something interesting happened last week.

Just a day after the NZ shooting, a shooting happened in the Netherlands. Incomparable in terms of victims: the shooter, a Turkish immigrant, killed three people in a tram in Utrecht. But if you listened to the media that day it would have felt as if the shooting was three times as bad as the NZ shooting. Utrecht was shut down for the day. All political and governmental events were shut down. Level 5 National Threat was declared – the highest level. For two days every important person was in deep mourning — how horrible! How terrible! My god the humanity!

This completely over the top response puzzled me, still puzzles me a bit. Seems to me this sort of shooting is inevitable: you invite termites into your house, you shouldn’t complain when they eat the furniture. But that is exactly what happened: not only did our elite complain, they seemed genuinely baffled and horrified by the shooting. How strange.

So, here’s what I think is going on. One, it is a cover-up. Of course it’s a cover-up: the shooter was a typical immigrant with typical immigrant beliefs; here he is, years before the shooting, telling a reporter she is a slut. Also he was a drug dealer with an extensive crime record, including drunk driving. Islam gonna Islam.

Part of the loud lamentation is to drown out all these critical noises: ‘how dare you politicize what has happened! Don’t you have any respect for the victims! Let us mourn them today and forget this whole thing happened tomorrow.’

But this does not cover it all. If the outcries were purely strategic, they would not have felt so… Panicky. The response was not just crocodile tears, it was genuine fear. Where does this fear come from?

Part is that the elite fears losing control, and that such an event is a premonition of just how badly they will lose control. Fear of immigration is a very hot topic in Europe, reflected in the exit polls of the very recent senate elections: Dutch Trumpist Thierry Baudet skyrocketed from 0/75 seats to 10/75 seats, crowning him the second biggest party in the Netherlands. The ruling coalition, meanwhile, has lost its majority.

But again, this only partly explains the palpable panic felt on the day Gökmen Tanis killed three people. The ruling elite still sit pretty firmly in their seats. Nexit is years away still, especially with Brexit turning out to be such a clusterfuck. And, the leftist singularity has not yet spiraled out of control as badly in the US.

So what is going on? Here’s what I think: it’s the emancipation.

Women are ruled by fear. The point of the patriarchy is to calm down women’s fears: ‘don’t worry babe, it’s OK, we got this.’ Such an assurance is the only thing that calms a woman down. But without patriarchy, with forced equality and thus without such assurances, women’s fear start to consume everything. Government and healthcare becomes a giant exercise in risk-mitigation. The slightest storm becomes a Level Red Natural Disaster, and, of course, a man with a gun becomes a Killing Machine for which it is justified to shut down an entire country. Overreacting? Well of course, that’s the whole point of what women do! But the men are powerless to stop it, because to do so would require telling women they are overreacting and that would be horribly sexist. So, the men play along. Sad.

It goes without saying that a society that is so swayed back and forth by the mass hysteria of its women is not one that will last the ages, but, I said it anyway.




It is important to know how to be angry.

A big part of being a man is being good at games of chicken. A game of chicken happens when you have a dispute with someone, and neither has the decisive power to end it. In such a case, men circle each other, looking for weaknesses in the other to exploit. However, since you know the other man is doing the same, uncertainty follows. Uncertainty gives stress. Therefore, when such conflicts drag on too long, men tend to want to settle the dispute rather than prolong it. But, blinking first in a game of chicken means you lose, the other wins.

So the dominant strategy for a smart man is not to blink first. This is why war is easy, peace is hard: no one blinks, end up with war. Someone needs to blink, for peace. That is how patriarchal hierarchy is established.

Blink too often and you are judged weak. Blink too little and people know you’re full of shit.

Most men blink too often, especially soyboys. Turns out not blinking is pretty hard to do right; apt to get in trouble if you pretend to be tougher than you are. Therefore, evolutionary average tends to produce men that blink under pressure.

Then again, men instinctively realize blinking too often displays weakness and so sometimes veer to the other extreme: they don’t blink at all. While it is always better to err in the side of too little blinking, it is still an err. Too little blinking prevents cooperation.

Knowing when to be angry is part of playing games of chicken. A pet peeve of mine is boomer anger. When a boomer is angry, it is about how the trash is picked up late or, I dunno, about how the service isn’t what it used to be. Young people, meanwhile, are expected to live in trash, accept trash salaries, and don’t even have the money to be serviced, instead working shitty jobs in restaurants where they have to serve complaining boomers.

But I mean, I get it. You get angry about the stuff that irks you most, and if a late garbageman irks you most, well, you have a pretty good life otherwise.

Games of chicken are much fun to play with women. Women play them all the time, hoping you win them. They love it when you win. They want to see you win. Playing games of chicken with women is warm-up practice for playing games of chicken with men.

How to win at games of chicken is hard to explain. It’s mostly trial and error. Bluffing at the right time is a crucial skill, but so is bowing your head. It always stuck with me that Stalin, no matter how powerful he was, was increasingly paranoid. So was Mao. This was because they were playing a lot of games of chicken, on a level where too big a mistake cost their life. Pretty sure they were excellent at playing games of chicken.

With women, because they want to see you win at the game of chicken, life can be lots of fun, although it is less fun when they set you up against another man whom they also want to see winning at the game of chicken, which women are prone to do. This is the reason why we like patriarchy: so women can’t engage in their favorite pastime, namely getting men to fight each other. But otherwise, women are lots of fun to hang out with.

In this we are white-pilled: why do we play the game of chicken? Because we are having fun. Roosh and Heartiste are more black-pilled: they have let the game of chicken gone to their head. Heartiste for instance writes this post on love, but it is not really love. It is harem management: how to deal with unhappy women who want to be owned by you, while you are refusing to take ownership of them. Of that list, my girl has said three or four of those things to me, all of them during our courtship phase. Of course she still occasionally calls me an asshole, but mostly she rests her head on my shoulder and tells me that she loves me. That is how a girl says she loves you: she says she loves you. Not that hard.

A successful man in his 40s who is still a bachelor raises eyebrows, and rightly so. I think it is accurate to say that the reactionary position is, quite obviously, that a woman completes you. You maintain house, she maintains cleanliness. You make dough, she makes children. Yin and Yang. This gives peace of mind. You still play games of chicken, but they are fun, and if they are no longer fun, you can always hit her.

A long time ago, I was hanging with a successful man, professionally. One time, he got angry with his subordinates. I don’t remember what over. But I do remember the response of his subordinates: they were ashamed. They took his anger serious, for they knew he would not be upset without good reason. Consequently, they adjusted their actions and the man’s outburst fixed the problem. That is anger done right.

Generally, the best way at getting better at games of chicken is blinking less. Most people blink too often – hence the failure of Western men in passing Western woman’s shit-test. When in doubt, puff up your chest a bit.

But, even more generally, the best way at getting better at games of chicken is simply playing games of chicken and see what happens.

While the garden is in maintenance…

Might as well drop a note and say what’s up.

Here’s a thought.

The hype game these days is Fortnite, a Battle Royale shooter game. A hundred people drop in one island with weapons. The ring in which people move gets smaller and smaller. Last man standing wins. Fortnite is as popular now as the Pokemon was in my time. If that is too grand a claim, perhaps better to say that BR games (PUBG, Fornite, Apex Legends) are as popular today as Pokemon was in my day.

So I was thinking: what does the popularity of a game say about a generation?

Pokemon people want to explore, discover the world. Gotta catch ’em all! Which fits the millenial ‘I’ve traveled through Asia for six months’ attitude.

BR people, however, want to survive in a shrinking circle. I mean… Lol. The metaphor for the shrinking circle as the downfall of Western civilisation just seems kinda obvious.

Pokemon is a game for an r-selected world, Batte Royal is for a K-selected world. Millenials still trusted the adult world, Gen Z isn’t so sure.

But who knows. Maybe I’m reading into it too much. At any rate, it is pretty amazing how far games have come.

Too young, too early

So far I have sold exactly 0 a few ebooks.

Not that I am overly sad. Do not get me wrong dear reader; if you don’t feel like buying, that’s the end of the story. I appreciate the honest feedback.

But it does force me to take a step back and analyze what I’ve been mulling over for a longer while now: Jimianity is not really picking up steam.

Well it is, it quite obviously is, but it is going slow, much slower than I think Jim would like as well. What gives?

Solving problem number one is obvious: we should stop going all-in with Trump. Trump is not going to solve our problems. I love the guy, but if anything he confirms our diagnosis is correct: there is indeed a Cathedral in power and it is too deeply entrenched for one business mogul to take down. Need to bring a religion to a religious fight and Trump is fresh out.

To be fair, I completely get the idea of pushing for a Trump coup. People tend to underestimate the extent to which reality can be ‘pushed’ into existence; the right kind of frame at the right time can work like magic. Meme a coup hard enough and it just might happen. Just ask the left, whose favorite strategy is claiming that victory is just around the corner, victory is inevitable at this point, in fact we have already won!

But we have tried with Trump, and uncle Trump himself has tried, but it’s just not enough. The orange man will forever hold a special place in my heart, but it’s time to move on.

What other problems do we have? It is fair to consider our product. Is it good enough? Is Jim worthy enough of a man to follow? I have thought this over and gave special attention to my doubts. What are Jim’s weaknesses? The most glaring one is that he is too humble. Jesus was pretty clear: ‘follow me or go to hell.’ Well he packaged it a bit nicer, but he pretty obviously established himself as prophet, as the Son of God. Makes it easy for disciples to sell Christianity: ‘who is Jesus? Oh no one… JUST THE SON OF GOD.’

But, I do not think that is a problem. Truth is our strength, and to pretend to be something we are not is probably not the way. Besides, Jim pretty adamantly insists things are going to hell if we do not at the very least listen to his ideas.

This similarly answers the question whether we need more rituals or symbols or story. Jesus’ story wasn’t that long, but it was enough. If you give people a shared identity to communicate within, that is all you need. We have that shared identity. The symbolism, rituals and stories will follow.

Then, what is the problem?

Part is uncertainty. But uncertainty is just part of life.

The biggest part is patience. Lots and lots of patience. See, I have made several short-term pitches, but I am not selling. People are sort of interested in what I have to say in a ‘lol whats he up to this time’ kind of way, but few are buying.

I think that on the buyer’s side the biggest reason for this is: ‘I don’t need you.’ Westerners are still doing relatively well, they are still entertained, they still have houses, still have games, porn, internet escape, family, friends whatever whatever. Yes people complain, but they always complain. Despite their complaints, they still have a roof above their head, they still have bread and games. Even NEETs find a strange sense of hope and solace on the internet. How am I suppose to sell them anything?

Second, from my own point of view, what the hell do I have to offer? I am the proud proprietor of one of five only interesting blogs on the internet, but why should anyone give a fuck? I am too young, too vulnerable. Not to forget, I have wasted many years on progressive nonsense. Not too many, but enough that I am already glad to be standing on my own two feet, let alone tell others how to live their lives.


Unless Jim wants to argue, I think Jimianity for the most part is done. Just needs more time… Time for normies to experience how shitty things can really get, time for me to do some other stuff. Don’t worry, there will still be content, for I’ve already started on a second book — this time it will be 100% original content, groundbreaking stuff, special price for you friend.

Oh and I’ll be posting stuff on the Garden of the Internet from now on. Pains me to say goodbye to AlfaNL (it will stay up for a while at least), but it is time to rip off the band-aid. Must be like Madonna!


Well, so much for the promise of typing posts at a less frantic pace. Shuddup. I’m sorry OK. I’ll get there. It’s just that we’re building a religion here. It takes time. It’s like building a wall: every new post is a brick. Turns out I need more bricks.

It is of course pertinent to keep one’s feet on the ground: a religion for who? Currently a very small circle, to be sure. At this point Lena Dunham has more followers than us. And let’s be realistic: maybe it will stay that way. Maybe we are doomed to LARP forever, or at some point be honest with ourselves and accept that it’s just not gonna work out and move on to something else. Spandrel in this sense once again proves he is a smart man: he knows we need a new religion, he knows we are creating that new religion, but he will not commit to it before he knows the religion can actually gain some traction. What he lacks in blind faith, he makes up for in healthy skepticism.

Luckily, I am a man of blind faith. For me it does not matter if one person believes it or a million do: if it is true, it is true. And what we have so far is true.

But, we are human, so we are prone to be impatient. We want our faith to spread, for we see the imminent danger the West is in and we know our ways will allow humans to cooperate and stop that danger. But here we must be honest with ourselves: it is not really happening. We see a lot of change, sure, but mostly it is bad change. Trump, for one, is stuck. The bureaucracy won’t budge. Trump couldn’t pull off a coup if he wanted to. The dissident right is stuck as well: 100 voices, 200 opinions. Capitalists are stuck as well: the leftist takeover is nearing completion and Google is quite possibly more evil than USG.

This is not to say there is no hope at all; quite the contrary, I see our memes spreading on a very deep level. The mass media hypnosis machine is stumbling over its own stories, which gives people a moment pause to question what they thought they knew for sure. But it is slow, very slow. It is way too slow to curb democratic state cancers, who in their death fall will take with them as much as they can. We must face it: we simply have too many enemies in too many high places. The West will crash, we will lose this battle. So I will henceforth stop partaking in the culture war.

Not to worry though.

Christianity was a post fallen empire religion too. Whether we can attain that same level of success remains to be seen, but the parallels are obvious: everything sucks, but join us and things are cool again. Our niche is quite simple: it’s not that you get to choose whether or not to share our beliefs, it’s that the chaos around you heavily incentivizes you to share our beliefs. Join us or die, which is all the more persuasive because we’re not the ones trying to kill you.

This in effect will also test our resolve: is the way we describe the world correct? Can we make it work in our favor? If not, then too bad and we’ll have to wait for another prophet. But I believe it is. Of course I do.

Hence, we should not persuade people by shouting at them, we should persuade people by showing them how blissful living in liberty is. Imagine Jesus walking on water, reaching out his hand to a drowning sailor. If Jesus were not walking on water, if the sailor were not drowning, would the sailor have taken Jesus’ hand? Both must be in place for a religion to spread. Currently the sailor is simply not drowning enough (just wait till things get really bad) and currently we’re not exactly walking on water — we’re keyboard warriors hiding behind VPN’s shouting our opinions online.

So, we require patience. We know the truth. Ought to make it work for us, instead of trying to make it work for others.

Accepting blindness

I’ll give you improved eyes, all I ask for is your legs…
– The devil, yesterday

A problem in the information age is the information. There is too much of it. Or rather, it’s overly available in overly stimulating ways. I bet that if you’d do a brain scan of someone surfing the internet, similar areas will light up as when someone is doing drugs. It’s just pleasurable.

Thing is, we can’t do without information. It is useful. Even traditionalist Wrath of Gnon is on Twitter. But, in the correct dose.

Currently we are overloaded on electronic stimuli. It is very understandable: it is really recent, like only, what, since 15 years ago, that you can actually observe an amazingly large part of the world from your own room. Well people sort of did that with cable tv earlier, but I mean, c’mon. There’s no comparison to high-speed internet, no comparison to immersive games. Computers can get you your fix, however niche it is.

But again, I don’t think the Amish solution of complete blindness is a good long-term strategy. Need electronics. But, in moderation. Just like any drug.

So, need a return to some amounts of willful blindness. Shut off the screen, shut out the electric world and realize: it’s just you in a room.

Killing your heroes

Part of growing up is killing your heroes; a child after all processes adult behavior through a magical lens, and a good portion of that magic is bound to be incorrect.

At the same time, the sense of youth should not be lost. The point of killing your heroes is not to create conflict; it is to create conflict in order to heal, to grow.

Heroes are human, they have flaws. That’s just human nature. At the same time, hero stories spread best when they seem almost or completely supernatural. Jesus in his time struck a very good balance between displaying humanity and being God’ literal son.

My original heroes are the Manosphere guys. That doesn’t just include a few bloggers, it included a community of men. A very interesting community. The Manosphere internet red-pilled me.

But, need to kill some manosphere heroes.

Uncle Roosh – is uncle Roosh. Good guy. I dislike his choice to remain a bachelor, but otherwise uncle Roosh is a shining beacon of intellectual honesty.

Rollo Tomassi – smart man. His book The Rational Male remains one of the best on female behavior. Rollo is good at what he does: excellent branding, selling a specific product (male/female dynamics) and reaching a large audience of men without triggering too many alarm bells. I do think his work has become stale. That’s the risk of sticking to one specific product. Gotta be like Madonna and keep reinventing yourself. The idea of the feminine imperative acting as a collective consciousness is great, but gets worn-out: yes, women share some sort of sisterhood based on a shared interpretation of the world, but at the same time they are at war with one another. Observe chaste women vs sluts, pretty vs ugly women, old vs young women. Women bitch about women all the time. In truth the feminine imperative is co-opted by the political establishment, the bioleninist coalition, which is what makes it really bad. It is a political thing. But Rollo won’t touch that. For which, honestly, one cannot blame the man too much. But needs to be said.

Heartiste – already covered that ground.

Nick Krauser – same bachelor comment as with Roosh, but knowing Krauser was burned pretty hard by the blue pill I have more sympathy. I actually have no bad things to say about him. Thought he was cool back in the day, still think he is cool now. He did like Madonna.

Life’s Game is now for sale


Well that took about as long as expected, which is to say, I expected it to take longer than expected and that turned out to be the case.

But, it is done! Life’s Game is now for sale as an e-book in .epub, .azw3 (for kindle) and .pdf. Very satisfied with the results. In the end went with a basic cover. Special thanks to commenter Kenny for his excellent proofreading.

Anyway. If you want to learn about girls, my Dutch early blog writing, or just plain read a good book, you may head over here to make your purchase. I have determined the price at 0.0025 BTC, but for the first month I had added a 40% new book discount. Who says I suck at marketing?

You also may notice that the purchase link directs you to an entirely new site: the Garden of the Internet. I have been working on that for a while now. For now, it will serve purely as my book selling platform, but I think that in time I will move my blogging there too.

Not the capitalists.

This has been quite a hot topic of debate lately.

While we wait for The Holy One to give us His verdict on His Three Lettered Domain (Praise Be Upon The Three Letters), I will give my take.

There’s nothing wrong with capitalism. Same goes for the free market. The free market exists, to claim otherwise is Marxist nonsense.

When I cannot fix a leak myself, I call a plumber. The plumber comes and fixes the problem, and I pay him. I hire the plumber because I freely choose to do so. That is the free market.

The way the free market operates from the plumber’s perspective is best described by Nassim Taleb in Antifragility. He talks about cab drivers; he says, a cab driver lives everyday in uncertainty, for he does not know when he will have customers. But, because he delivers a service people want and are free to purchase, he turns profit. He thrives in chaos, despite not knowing who his customers will be in a year from now. That is the free market. It works just the same for the owner of a cab as it does for the CEO of a cab company, for the CEO equally does not know who his customers will be in a year.

This positive uncertainty is what makes it impossible for capitalists to collectively obstruct the free market, for each capitalist wants the market to be free.

Of course, the free market can be gamed, and we will talk about that now, but just because it can be gamed does not mean it is not real. It is like saying cuttlefish don’t have aggressive mating rituals because some cuttlefish disguise themselves as females and so bypass the fighting. No, the fighting rituals are real, and the MtF-trans cuttlefish is a scammer.

In the not-so-free markets, it is similarly obvious when people are scamming. By far the biggest scammer of them all is the state, which simultaneously acts as our church. It’s simplest tactic is its most effective: force you to buy their services. Don’t want health insurance? Tough luck, mandatory. Don’t want to pay the new, even higher taxes? Not gonna fly buddy. You don’t have a choice, and if you think their services are crap, which I’m pretty sure you think, tough luck. You’re gonna pay for them and you’re gonna be grateful.

That behavior, that thuggish stationary bandit behavior, is very typical of our states.

So it is not capitalists pozzing the nation, it is a religiously motivated state that is pozzing the nation, and holding a gun to the head of capitalists to participate in the pozzing.

To claim otherwise, to say that the Bourgeoisie are still oppressing the Proletariat, well, it is Marxist. Was Marxist 100 years ago, is still Marxist today.

Then, to dislike capitalists is a slightly different story. I get the anonymity, the hate. Just because they’re rich does not mean they’re good people. Often, they seem like assholes with money. No one likes an asshole with money.

But, it’s like, everyone has shortcomings. Just because I dislike soybois does not mean I will take away their soy food. Why would I??

People envy the rich and want to take their money. That’s fair, but be honest about what motivates you: envy. Nothing wrong with envy, it’s a very basic human emotion, but don’t turn it into more than it is.

Incidentally we’ve seemed to have finally lost Heartiste on this matter as well. Heartiste says that Cortez’ idea to tax the rich 70% is worth stealing. It is not. It is the classic Boromir mistake: ‘the Ring is too powerful a weapon, we must use it for ourselves!’

Honestly, if I made good money, and I’d get to keep only $300.000 of every $1.000.000 I made, I’d be pissed. That’d be unfair, like an annual robbery.

Even if a billionaire spends all his money funding evil, it will completely pale in comparison to the evil a religious state can achieve with just a fracture of that money. That’s why leftists love socialism: it harms, creates chaos. Such measures always end in more knocked-over apple carts. To think one can use such chaos for good is the Boromir mistake.

I guess, in conclusion, that the capitalists, if anything, are actually pretty fragile. Consider Bezos’ divorce: does it really look like he is in control?

Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez

Is looking to be the future for leftism. Brown Bernie.

I wanted to say Ocasio-Cortez is a dumb broad, but she’s not. She’s not exceedingly intelligent, but she’s not dumb. She is however extremely try-hard. She’s that new co-worker at the office who really wants everyone to like her and acts obnoxiously dramatic to make sure you know just how fun she is to hang with.

Usually it is a matter of weeks before such a girl learns her place, stops being try-hard and partakes in the girl gossip mill. So far not the case with Cortez.

Instead of people telling her she’s try-hard, they tell her she’s awesome amazing grrrrl power. This feedback loop makes her a walking cringefest. High on her own supply.

Of course, such things do not last. Obama aged 16 years during his presidency and he took it relatively well. Cortez, once she stops being able to yell whatever she feels like without consequence, will take it even harder. Women in politics tend to take things harder.

I don’t personally hate the women in politics. I have a soft spot for Angela Merkel. I feel like I could talk with her. But man does she look tired. Big bags under her eyes, likely crying more often than she should… Every time I see her, I just want to hug her and tell her it’s okay, that I know she did what she thought was right. It’s just that, sometimes, doing what you think is right does not turn out to be right. I hope she retreats from politics and lives her old age in peace.

Even Hillary I have some empathy for, if the littlest, because if one woman looks like she’d carve up a man’s balls while whispering in his ears how much she loves him it’s Hillary. But a woman’s a woman; she is Bill’s, and Bill, funny man he may be, brought out the worst in her, and she in return brought out the worst in him.

Bottomline is, females make terrible leaders. Notable exceptions are when they are owned by a good man, as for instance Margaret Thatcher. But even then, why not cut out the middle man and put the good man himself in charge?

As for Ocasio-Cortez, she is undoubtedly turned on by Donald Trump, as all female politicians are. Perhaps we will be lucky and she will be seduced by a shitlord who turns her Trumpist overnight. But more likely, she will keep spouting socialist clichés and do hipster social media stuff until she wins the presidential run in 2024, triggering the 21st century American version of the French guillotine revolution.