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Coming up short

When I was young, I looked at trees and thought: ‘Silly trees. When someone attacks you, you’re stuck! You can’t move, can’t fight, you just have to accept your fate.’ That is why I felt superior to every tree I met.

When I was slightly older I visited Spain where friends of friends took me to an artificial lake. It was created by Spain’s last dictator, Franco, in his attempts to provide Spain with hydroelectric energy. Consequently there used to be land where the lake now was, and in fact plenty of trees were still keeping their ground, sticking out of the water. They weren’t doing so well of course, slowly rotting away and all. So swimming circles around those trees confirmed my feeling of superiority.

Of course, the older I get, the more I think we aren’t so different from those drowning trees after all. Take Europe. We see she is drowning, we sort of try to address the problem, but truly we are flailing and failing while Europe of old rots.

The good thing is that we are developing contingency plans. Just like the tree, right? After all, the tree in the lake might die, but probability tells us the tree has likely successfully seeded 20+ descendants just a couple of kilometers¹ downwind. So the tree has the last laugh after all.

The trick, and I am having a hard time formulating this succinctly, is to realize that whatever system we build, it will be just as vulnerable to change as the tree in the lake. That is a core tenet of the Dark Enlightenment; that no such thing exists as a perfect system, that any system can be gamed for individual gain against the interest of the system’s functioning until it collapses. In time all systems collapse.

Every new system we build will have weakness we can not predict and will ultimately collapse due to unseen weaknesses. All we can do is build a system that protects against the most obvious weaknesses and see what happens.

So while the old system collapses we are in the unique position to devise a new system. Need new warrior caste, need new priest caste. The new religious class will be Jimian in nature, by necessity. The pushback against emancipation has to be high in testosterone, has to find a way to get women to cooperate with men once again, and only Jim has the decisive answer on this matter. Well, so does Islam, but Islam is not a white man’s religion.

The problem of course is that very few men are like Jim. Even I, with my bloated self-esteem and charming brilliance, have to admit my superior in Jim. I am smart, Jim is genius. That is the problem with genetic freaks — they are outliers, often emulated, rarely surpassed.

A new system which is devised by genetic outliers creates the problem that most men are not genetic outliers and as such will never fully live up to the outlier’s expectation, or, at least not to the outlier’s expectation of himself. This in a nutshell is the problem every religious leader encounters; ‘I am enlightened, my followers listen to me in order to be enlightened, yet many of them do precisely the same dumb shit they’ve been doing all their life.’

This is an important point. A balance needs to be struck between ‘you should not compare yourself to others’ and ‘you should pay attention to those wiser than yourself’.

Take LeBron James’ website. First thing it says: ‘Nothing is given. Everything is earned. You work for what you have.’ Typical example of a genetic outlier who was given a whole damn lot (2.03 meters, 113 kg²) but loudly shouts that EVERYONE CAN DO THIS IF THEY JUST WORK HARD. Bullshit. Fuck you LeBron.

Well not really fuck you. I mean, I get it. To say the opposite is to be an asshole as well: ‘Most is genetically given, like my height, muscles and athletic talent.’ It’d be truthful, but it’d attract many more ‘fuck you’s’ than he is receiving with his current slogan.

So for our new religion: the way to get people to cooperate is to balance the notion that most people are not like you with the notion that most people want to be like you. We want to foster cooperation — the kind that led to the high tide of the Roman empire, the Renaissance and the industrial revolution.

A recurring complaint of Jim, and one I share, is that many males seem entirely comfortable with the most outrageous behavior by females. A firm hand can solve so many troubles, but most men refuse to see it.

(The funniest objection I got was a friend telling me he, when his girlfriend caused trouble, would rather use his ‘masculine energy’ than resort to violence, to which I laughingly responded that masculine energy quite obviously is violence. The threat of violence without actual violence backing it up is a bluff women prick through sooner or later.)

The problem is that males tend to care a lot more for their status relative to other males than their status relative to their woman. Seems to me an evolutionary thing; females allow you to reproduce, but men allow you to live. If you can’t reproduce, you can at least live. But if you can’t live, you can’t reproduce. So the opinion of other men takes precedence. And if the men in power say it is evil to hit a woman, most males will follow suit and internalize that it is evil to hit a woman.

The solution once again is coup-complete, in that if men in power say it is a-okay to hit a woman, most males will similarly follow suit and breathe a sigh of relief.

A religious coupe is slightly different from a warrior coupe. I don’t think you can have a religious coupe without a warrior coupe. A religious coupe is akin to successful hypnosis, but you can’t have successful hypnosis if warriors keep beating you with sticks. Also you need allied warriors to hit rival priests with a stick.

Conversely, you can have a warrior coupe without religious coupe, but you run the risk of holiness spirals, as England discovered after king Henry broke with the Catholic church to divorce Catherine.

A religious coupe is truly a coupe of faith. It is winning the trust of key people, who in turn allow you to spread your religion like an oil slick. Faith means taking up the mantle of moral authority, to assume responsibility of judgments at the highest levels of power. Basically what every journalist does with Trump, although it is blatantly obvious that they project on Trump everything they are themselves: childish, short-sighted and arrogant beyond redemption.

A successful coupe of faith creates a new identity on a deep level. It starts out invisible, like a seed, but over time makes even the most sober, down-to-earth warrior say: this is my home, this is where I belong.

But, to earn trust, have to solve the problem of Coming Up Short. We want to get white males to cooperate with each other once again, so we have to speak to their strengths and accept their shortcomings. To accept both reality and people as they are.

For people to feel free to truly express themselves, that is the sale we want to make.



¹ die Imperial System die.
² die Imperial System die.

A Kingdom for the Introvert

Just finished reading John the Peregrine’s A Kingdom for the Introvert. It’s a rather personal book about being introverted. John describes the hardships of growing up an introvert in an extrovert society. Being a staunch introvert myself I figured I’d pick it up.

First, praise. I enjoyed it much more than I expected. Every day I looked forward to reading the book, and I find those kind of books harder and harder to come by as the years pass. You read one NY Times book, you read them all. The Peregrine on the other hand has his own recognizable, easily digestible style, true to his theme of being a societal outcast. His sentences speak to the mind, there is flow in his words. It comes across as genuine, which is something I find disturbingly lacking in every single book in my local bookshop.

Content wise it was a feast of recognition. John pours his heart out over the crushing dominance extroverts exert over introverts. He talks extroverts bullying, harassing, and just not understanding anything different to them (while, and this is still my pet peeve, loudly proclaiming the importance of EMPATHY and CARING). How can I not identify with that? Fucking extroverts. So much noise, just for the sake of noise. And yes, they indeed come down like a ton of bricks on introverts who dare disagree with society’s norms.

I don’t think I had it as rough as John, but I’ve had my share of bullying, of not fitting in, of close family members telling me over and over that something was definitely wrong with me. I empathize with that and I do think introverts have it rough.

But, the way I dealt with my position as an outcast differs from the path the Peregrine takes in the book and it is worth to explore that a bit.

The Peregrine’s path is essentially to break with extrovert society; they don’t understand you, they are too outwardly focused, so fuck em. Perhaps one day introverts may rule society instead of the extroverts, but until that day, disappear and don’t let them get you.

Personally I have found the exact opposite path most effective: I don’t disappear, I loudly signal my presence. Of course not by talking, but in my non-verbal communication. I take up space, I hold my chin up high, my clothes are bright, good-fitting and out of the ordinary. Even though I am a skinny ectomorph I work-out and display my muscles as if I were Arnold Schwarzenegger himself. Ask my friends: I stick out. And consequently I fit in much better than I used to.

The most important lesson I learned as an introvert is this: don’t show weakness. Extroverts, hell, people in general, come down on weakness like a ton of bricks. They sniff out weakness, and introverts in public society all too often display body language revealing that they are uncomfortable, that they want to disappear, that they want to be ignored. They signal weakness. Displays of weakness arouse disgust. I’ll repeat that once again because it is such a crucial point for introverts: displays of weakness arouse disgust. It’s like seeing a cockroach.

So, I stopped showing weakness. In fact I do the exact opposite: I signal that I am a threat, that if you disturb me I will come at you, like those poisonous animals in the jungle with bright colors. Works like a charm.

A successful introvert, yesterday

The more I go looking for a fight, the less fights I get in.

The thing about introverts is that we have no right of existence just on the basis of being special snowflakes with rich inner worlds. This is Darwin’s world. If you want to survive, need to adapt. I identify with other introverts as much as I identify with whites; we cool and all, but I’m not into any activist group based around our identity. Sounds too leftist for my taste.

The trick is to make your introversion work for you. The Peregrine delves into this; use your focus to master a craft. Be useful. He is correct. I’d add that for me, cooperation with extroverts is a skill that has brought me much joy in life. I find that extroverts have good use for introverts: introverts are just better at thinking things over, especially when group dynamics are concerned. It’s a delicate balance of course; the introvert must not get overly cocky (the King In Your Own World syndrome) but also not show too much weakness. Though, just like with game, it is always better to err on the side of overly cocky than overly friendly.

I do not share the Peregrine’s bitterness towards extroverts or society in general, although I understand the sentiment.

I know a few extroverts who are very well attuned to different people around them. Generally, I think it is a good principle not to exclude people on a specific psychological trait but on their unwillingness to cooperate with you.

Anyway, I hope all that does not come off as being overly critical. I liked the book a lot, specifically because it talks about this subject in an open manner I rarely encounter, and it is a subject I have spent considerable time on. Would recommend.

Heartiste, a final time

I have written about Heartiste twice already, once in praise, once critical. It is time for the final verdict.

Obviously Heartiste, or the guys behind Heartiste, are cool guys, and I’m pretty sure that if I met them in the real life I’d like them. But are they on our side? Not really, I am sad to conclude. Thread below.

I was looking for an opening to describe what irks me about Heartiste, and I think this article suffices as a springboard. In it, Heartiste theorizes that the reason women tend to support open borders is because it raises their sexiness relative to the increasing ugliness around them.

Well yes, sort of, but it’s more of a collateral effect. It does not get to the heart of the matter. The heart of the matter, Per Jim, is that women in absence of an owner import new owners. That is all. It is not about feeling pretty, it is about feeling owned, from which feeling pretty naturally flows.

So I figured I’d post a comment in response. Interestingly, it did not pass moderation. Banned from Heartiste, who’da thunk.

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So, how does this tie in to my bigger issue with Heartiste?

The theory is as follows: the world is divided into warriors and priests, ‘doers’ and ‘thinkers’ if you will. The warriors rule, the priests judge. They tend to dislike one another; the warriors think the priests squishy nerds, the priests think the warriors unsophisticated rednecks. However, Per Jim, the best arrangement is when they cooperate, when warriors are in charge and their rule is given the mandate from heaven by the priests. This way the warriors give priests protection from violence and the priests give warriors protection from holiness spirals.

Heartiste is an obvious warrior. He is the playground bully, the loud asshole. What he is not, is a priest. He makes mistakes in his thinking that a priest does not make, the above article being one such obvious mistake.

Which of course isn’t a bad thing, as his strength is not in thinking but in acting. What however is a bad thing is when he pretends he is also a priest who does not need actual priests. A) he is not a priest, and B) he does need actual priests.

When people say that adult life is just a repeated simulation of high school, this underestimates the power of priests. In highschool, priests get beaten up by the warriors. In adult life, priests route around warriors by denouncing them as evil and elevating themselves as good. A priest plays games with morality, and a warrior does not really know how to play this game (you can’t kick morality’s ass like you would a 1st grader), which is why priests are so evolutionary persistent.

Currently we are in a situation where the priestly class has effectively overpowered the warrior class by exactly those means; hence why the US military can no longer win any wars. Of course, these priests are bugmen and I hate their guts. Just as there’s many shades of warriors, there’s many shades of priests.

Once again, the winner combo is warriors and priests cooperating. The warriors rule and the priests bless their rule. It is a very effective arrangement; the warriors get to act out their best strength, which is cooperating with a group of men, while the priests get to act out their best strength, which is guarding for people who think themselves holier than the king.

From the priest’s side, the arrangement demands that the king has the last word, for the king rules.

But, from the king’s side, the arrangement demands that the priest is right. That, after all, is the priest’s task: to be right. Does not mean the king has to agree with everything the priest says, but does mean the king acknowledges it is the priest’s task to be right, and that the priest is pretty good at this.

Heartiste does not give us this acknowledgement. He represents the warrior side of the Dark Enlightenment, yet refuses to acknowledge the priest side of the Dark Enlightenment, refuses to cooperate with us. And defection begets defection. Obviously if he thinks he does not need us, a post from yours truly will do little to persuade him otherwise. But, being the priest I am, it at least feels good to be correct in my analysis. Also it is of course his loss, because in absence of solid priests he will attract fake priests who will loudly proclaim their undying love of Trump while keeping Paul Ryan’s number on quick dial, just in case.

So, for the moment we are stuck in defect/defect equilibrium. Too bad.

Love 3

Concluding thoughts…

Thanks to happenstance my girl actually read the last two posts. She loved them and found them very touching.

Her first reaction to the ‘hitting women’ part was indignation: why didn’t I say that she hits me as well? I lol’d because it’s true. Women have no moral problem whatsoever hitting guys; 9 times out of 10 it’s playful, 1 times out of 10 it’s serious. Of course, I hit a lot harder. We tried to remember the reason I hit her that one time. We couldn’t remember.

She laughed at the image of a man slapping a woman on her knees. She also laughed at the abduction part. Overall she was very flattered and thought it was the cutest thing ever.

We used to have some arguments concerning my… ahem… Counter-societal opinions. I remember one fight in particular, I don’t know what we argued about, but I know Jim was involved. She really didn’t like him, even more than she disliked Heartiste’s Dating Market Value Test for Women. That was a while ago though.

Nowadays, we never argue over this stuff. As a woman learns that she has nothing to gain from a particular shit-test, she stops that particular shit-test. Or, in her own words: she just doesn’t care as much about this stuff as she used to think. Instead, she is supportive, and we share the occasional laugh about her ex-friends who intern at clichè NGOs and alternately post on Facebook how incredibly morally superior they are for saving the world and how depressed they are with their shitty work, shitty debt and shitty pay.

Love 2

It is worth mentioning that when I met my girl, like many women, she was in therapy. Lucky for her, she was not honest with her therapist, or she would have been branded with a truckload of psychiatric disorders entirely in accordance with DSM standards.

Back then she was still studying. She hated it, but being a good girl, tried really hard to enjoy it, as she was told she was supposed to. Predictably, she’d hate herself even more for failing to enjoy it. I remember her crying almost daily. She would not quit though; she’d say she needed the degree, that she had to pay off her student debt, that all her friends studied, etc etc.

The most alpha thing I ever did was to force her to stop attending college and move in with me. Well not exactly force her, I just made it clear that were she to continue studying I would not help her and our future would be unclear. She cried, but promptly quit her studies and moved in with me. It is the closest I have come to legally abducting a girl.

To this day she loves me for that. It was of course, in retrospect, a gigantic shit-test, the question at stake being: who is her alpha, you or the university?

Nowadays she rarely cries. She stopped visiting therapists, since all the symptoms that made her visit a therapist have entirely disappeared. The change is profound: from chronically stressed and anxious to genuinely happy. All because I made a decision for her. This for me has been the decisive proof that only the darkly enlightened can truly understand love.


A long time ago I used to love a girl. We hooked up and were together for some time. Then one day she told me she wasn’t sure if she still loved me, and she wanted to discover herself. She dumped me and hooked up with some Mexican guy.

So, I learned game. I binge-read everything I could find on psychology, game and women. I dated and tried to have sex with many women. I have jotted down every conquest. 34. Painstakingly I learned how to win a woman’s heart.

I have been together with my current girl for some years. She loves me with her whole heart and I love her more than I loved the girl that dumped me.

Few things in life are better than having a girl that wholly, completely, and fully loves you. Female love is much more passionate, much fiercer than the love of men. Men love on the side, women love with their entire being. I used to think that being with a girl demanded extra attention, that it was a burden on your life. But my experience has been the opposite — a woman in love adds much more to your life than she takes away. When I first met my girl she could not cook raw pasta, now I’d rather eat her meals than those of an average restaurant. She cleans, does the laundry, helps me straighten my thoughts, rests in my lap while I play video games, encourages me to be a manly man, gives me love and kisses, corrects me when I do stupid lazy men stuff and much much more.

Some might say that you can not call a man happy until he is dead. Of course I do not know what the future holds. But I know what the present holds, and if the past is any indication, which it usually is, am pretty confident that whatever problems I will have in the future, a bitch ain’t one.

Naturally it is not all rainbows and sunshine. Women bitch and shit-test. It is what they do, and some days it just gets to you. But that is just the way women are. Women are a proxy for the world: if you can’t pass your woman’s shit-tests, how will you pass the world’s shit-tests? Way I see it, handling woman’s bitching is an art.

Sometimes I ignore her bitching and she stops bitching. Sometimes she has a good reason to bitch and I address that which she bitches about. Sometimes I realize she is bitching for absolutely no reason, I grow angry and she stops bitching. Sometimes, if her bitching gets really bad, I keep open the option of hitting her, having already noticed how it works wonders for a relationship.

Of course, for all my tough talk about hitting women, I have only hit my girl once in all the time we’ve been together. I do not mind hitting her again, it is just that she has never bitched so badly I thought she deserved to be hit. The one time I hit her, she apologized profusely for the excessive bitching that made me hit her. We had great sex immediately afterwards.

I do believe that maintaining the option of hitting her is key. If you back down from that, you fail the most primal shit-test, the kind of failure ends in #metoo and societal collapse.

There is also the matter of sexual gratification. Women are as horny as men, though it is a different kind of horny. A woman has strong sexual needs, and the shortest route to keeping her heart is to fulfill those needs. There is no way to win her heart that does not include making her cum on regular basis. Sustained sexual attraction over the years is key to a good relationship. Jim’s ‘wife goggles’ if you will. (Hence why I have drastically cut on porn consumption).

Anyway. I believe that my girl is an extension of myself. I see further with her than without her. The cheesy thing is to say that she completes me, the calculated thing is to say that my girl and I are in cooperation/cooperation mode. And that is all because she loves me, and that is all thanks to the internet.

How do you make a woman love you?

Love is a solvable mathematical equation.

Love is polarity: the biological magnetism between natural dominance and natural submission. Shit-tests and game is how that magnetism is felt.

Love is war: show too much weakness and your girl will press on it like she were rubbing salt on an open wound. But show no weakness at all and she will think you are unreal.

Love is her being the wind, howling around you, while you remain steadfast as a rock.

I have an image in my mind of a woman on her knees, looking up at a man. The man raises his hand and slaps her across the face. That is love.

Finally, there is of course the question of how serious you, my dear reader, should take all this talk of love. Experience tells me that my attitude towards women is rarely copied completely. It takes a strange kind of man to boast about the kind of love I boast about, even if anonymous on the internet.

But experience also tells me that, as time goes by, men always agree more with me, never less. Especially now. #metoo is rapidly becoming the symbol of a generation of men completely unable to reason with women. All around me I am seeing wreckages of failed marriages, broken families, divorces… Rampant depression, abuse of pills, suicides, anxieties… It’s so incredibly stupid, so senseless. It’s a complete breakdown of cooperation between the sexes. I refuse to live like that. And if you, dear reader, agree with me even in the slightest, then perhaps we have some common ground after all.

Byzantine privacy laws 3

Final thoughts on the subject.

It probably will not get so bad that you can’t access your own medical file…

… Says the fool. It will very likely get so bad that you can’t access your own medical file, in that it will be such a bureaucratic hassle that you’d rather pull out all your hair than keep trying.

A friend commented that the whole EU privacy law is similar to the cookie laws adapted a few years ago. No one cared, no one still cares, yet everyone in the West loses approximately a day of their life spent clicking the ‘yes I accept cookies’ buttons.

Women tend to take these things very seriously. Very seriously. I suspect part of it is natural female risk aversion, but larger part is shit-testing, by which I mean that women think they find it very important, but in fact they do not, in actuality they care about using societal norms to shit-test every male, which you can only retroactively discover by passing the shit-test and find out that women totally not care about that thing they just said they care so much about. P.J., it is just like women’s supposed hate of rape, which is revealed to be false by women not giving a flying fig about rapeugees. The privacy law version would be something like an alpha male shouting privacy data from rooftops and women giggling about it. Who is man enough?

Byzantine privacy laws 2

This comment by Karl was so good it deserves its own post:

Well, you can’t see your medical file because it contains data of other persons too. There is the name, usally in abbreviated form, of the physician’s assistent who entered data into your file – the physician is not allowed to give away data of his employees. Then there is the name of the physician who made whatever diagnosis that is in your file – he’s probably an employee himself so you can’t have that name. Moreover, the file contains time and place of meetings between you and other persons, namely the physician and his assistants – no business, at least in the EU, is allowed to give you such personal data.

Usually your file contains data of test results which were provided by a third party, say a lab that analysed a sample of your blood. So there is name and adress of that third party, name of a contact person at that third party, and an invoice for the tests they made with your sample. Let’s ignore that the pricing, business address of the lab and the listing of whatever tests they made might be protected know-how and focus simply on the penal low regarding data protection, these additional names are also privacy protected data which the recipient (i.e. your physician) must not disclose.

There is still a legal way for you to get your medical file. You have to need it in a professional capacity, i.e you are a physician yourself, and are willing to sign a non-disclosure agreement. Of course, then you are handling other people’s data in a professional capacity. So that means you have to have a data protection commissioner (no, for legal reasons, that person can’t be yourself). You have to document how you store such data, for how long, and until when, how you ensure that the data is deleted when it is no longer needed, etc…

You didn’t request to see your medical file recently, didn’t you?

No, I did not…

Byzantine privacy laws

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Updated privacy policies are all the hype. Makes sense, since Cambridge Analytics used Facebook data to help Trump get elected. The horror!

As societal trust crumbles it becomes difficult to trust strangers. Unfortunate fact about internet life is that it comes with a truckload of mingling strangers. These strangers of course have vested interest in earning your trust, but the nature of anarcho-tyrannical modernity is such that they can’t help but betray your trust.

The coup-complete solution to this problem is to acknowledge that, the moment you hand over your data to a company, your data is in the hands of that company and they may use that data for evil intentions. If you party in someone else’s garden, you play by the rules of that garden’s owner. Don’t trust the company, don’t share your data. As simple as that.

The coup-incomplete solution is to give the impression you’re solving the problem without solving the problem. Say you’re really sorry and it will never happen again.

How to assure people it will never happen again?

By publishing monstrous documents detailing every possible situation with every possible piece of data. No one reads them, no one fully understands them, but you show everyone you’re taking this very seriously!

Paraphrasing burn the bureaucracy:

The purpose of bureaucracy is not efficiency, it is compensating a lack of trust. Compare the 1787 American constitution (8000 words) with the 2010 Affordable Care Act (360.000 words). Lifelong friends need only a few words to understand one another. Lifelong strangers demand a multi-thousand word contract be set-up so they can’t be screwed over.

The irony is of course that people will be screwed over despite multi-thousand word contracts. It is a Jimian truth that if a company very loudly shouts that your data is safe with them, it is obvious that your data is totally not safe with them. Considering that all companies are shouting very loudly that your data is safe with them, this does not bode well for the future.

In practice, whatever problems the byzantine policies and laws solve in terms of public anxiety, they create in terms of shifting the focus from Getting Things Done to Please Don’t Sue Me. I’ll wait for the moment where I request to see my medical file but the doctor refuses because doing so would be against privacy laws.