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In Generation Doom I talked about the darkest days of my upbringing when every adult I knew was miserable and hated their lives.

A commenter asked, was this in the FSU back when it first got its ‘F’? Because things were pretty bad then.

I had to reply no, this was in suburban Australia where recession meant lining up for the dole or losing the house, not starvation and horrific levels of crime.

Eventually I stumbled upon my first girlfriend. Imagine my surprise when I found that her family were fairly cheerful. Imagine my further shock when I found out that both her parents Read More

Hi everybody!

Re-updated: And I made it so you have to log in, too.  If you’re not on WordPress you can join and use it to follow blogs even if you don’t have your own.  Ooroo.

Update: I’ve decided to just limit comments to those who’ve already had a comment approved.  You can still do that if you’re quick.  The original post follows:

I’m heading back into the jungle for a good six months this time and I won’t be able to access this site at all.

I will therefore turn off comments on Wednesday in case people post gore porn or mean stuff about Armenians that I can’t moderate.

If you really need to comment, do it now or forever hold your peace.  And you can still pm me at nvladivostok@yahoo.ca, though I can’t see your message until I get back.

All the best,

Nikolai

Book review of World on Fire by Amy Tan

Imagine my surprise when John Derbyshire recommended a book by uber New York leftietariat Amy Tan. But he did, and it was this one.

Tan comes from an ethnic Chinese family in the Philippines. The Chinese there run everything so the duller Filipinos hate them. Tan dares to commit the arch sin of modern Cultural Marxism: Read More

Part One was on Monday

There were three people at the funeral. The first was a woman of thirty-seven with the unlikely name of Mrs. Flordeliza Riza Vladivostok. Flo had brought along her sister, whose name is of no importance, for the sake of propriety. She had asked her brother, too, but had assumed he would be in a drunken stupor come Friday morning and he was. Her other siblings lived back in the too-far-away village. She had considered bringing her children, or some of them, but had decided that school was more important. The dead man would have approved, she thought. He was the one paying. He still would, with the modest fund he’d set up.

The third person was Read More

Sunday, 10^th September, 2049

There are three things preventing me from making love to my girlfriend. Read More

I don’t want to see Hidden Numbers. I did some research and it seems that the contribution of black calculatoresses was vastly exaggerated for the sake of a plusgood story. In any case, most of the black ladies who worked for NASA look rather white in the photos and may have passed for such at the time. I like how black Americans ladies back then wore fetching frocks and had nicely done hair and were married but the film seems like overblown do-goodism which, through its inaccuracies, actually belittles black Americans by suggesting that Read More

Like most normal people, I get so excited by tenuously plausible conspiracy theories that when talking about them, I get tingly and feel the need to poo. Also like other normies, I despise adamant conspiracy theorists, and never more than when the bastards get one right. Smarmy incel dorks.

There’s been some good research on conspiracies and those who follow them. Those whose Read More

“Great minds think alike.”

“Two fools never differ.”

There was an argument between two clever men in Australia. One of them favoured bicycle helmets because they saved lives, while the other reckoned they didn’t.

These were two medical specialists in different fields. How could they not look at the data and come to an agreement?

There are various reasons why clever people might disagree with each other. In this case it is probably a Read More

When I first arrive in a new country I soon become homesick for the one I’ve just left.

When I moved to Japan I quickly came to miss the straightforward manner of Australian culture. Also the cheese and olives. I couldn’t adjust to the nocturnal lifestyle and the headfucking ambiguity. I struggled to find my feet and wondered if I had made a big mistake. It’s hard to remember now, because I have such a positive overall impression of my time there, but I was quite miserable for a lot of the first six months.

After I moved to regional Taiwan I felt like a helpless child after having been fluent in Japanese. I was initially stranded without Japan’s impressive public transport system. The humidity was oppressive and I felt constantly lethargic. There was no good Indian food. I had absolutely no luck with the ladies for many months and I missed my old rotation. The only thing that kept me going was the Read More

Machiavelli says that war should have purely self-interested motives, but should be justified in loftier terms. He cites as a perfect example the Christian retaking of Spain from the Moors. Promoted to the plebs with religious zeal, it was in reality a brilliant and successful power play by ambitious men.

This seems like a horrible notion until Read More

I will assume the reader already knows about the famous Mouse Utopia experiment. If not, get yourself caught up here.

Watching this, I realized that I am one of the ‘beautiful ones’. No, not actually beautiful. I look like ET except with a tiny head. Rather, I am one of those who Read More

What if . . .

It’s 2084. The Kiwis finally become intolerant of their grumpy, unattractive womenfolk and rescind their right to vote.

Newly returned to patriarchal rule, parliament votes to Read More

I just got the telly connected. Remember TV? People still watch it here because there’s limited internet connection. I now have hundreds of channels at my fingertips. How many are good? Precisely zero.

A solid 80% of them start with ‘Al’ so can be immediately disregarded. These feature rich, self-important fellows with tea towels on their heads being interviewed by obsequious reporters who hang on their every word, together with awful Arabic contemporary music, big bearded fellows with fierce eyebrows screaming at the camera, and live footage of people walking in circles at Mecca.

The exception would be Al Jazeera English, which has as decent TV news as you will find in this ecosystem. Whhaatt?, screams my beloved reader. Well, it is a Read More

Someone tried to build a small dam in the hills around here – the government? A UN agency? Doesn’t matter. It was poorly constructed. A right royal balls-up, if you will. There was no water at the top and instead a trickle down the bottom where it was supposed to be blocked. The local villagers, instead of having water closer to home, now have to go even further to get it. The chances of the dam being repaired some time in the next five years? Somewhere between bugger all and none.

So there was a local lady down at the creek below the dam, filling four, twenty-litre containers of water to take back up to the village. With her were about ten cows, four donkeys and a gaggle of boys still too small to be of much use.

With a bit of help she managed to load up two of the donkeys with forty litres each and was on her way. Until tomorrow.

On one hand, I have enormous sympathy for her. What a physically demanding life, carting water much of the day, trying to grow something in rocky, dry dirt, commanding unwilling pack animals, and with the government or other idiots either failing to help or throwing every possible obstacle in the way.

On the other hand, Read More

In Australia you can’t drink on the train. There’s an on-the-spot fine and I’ve seen it enforced on a couple of bogans in Melbourne.  One chortled that they can’t make you pay if you’re on the dole.  In Japan you can drink on the train. They even sell beer on the shinkansen.

This juxtaposition demonstrates where pure libertarianism falls down. The Japanese can be given the freedom to drink wherever they want because when drunk they simply Read More

One of the things the left gets right is that there are no objective values. The very term ‘value’ is one without any physical validity. It cannot be scientifically tested. It is within our own heads and without the valuers, no value could exist.

But Nietzsche bewails the fact that, in the absence of objective values (and did he not himself do his part to question them out of existence?), art becomes “coarse”.

In music, if we do not value great complexity within an established, mathematical structure (which is regularly reformed or challenged), music becomes simple and without beauty. This is what has happened to popular music. As late as 2000 we had interesting, innovative creations like this: Read More

Book review of 1984 by George Orwell

In the beginning, Winston sits in a hidden place in his home with an illegal notebook and dares himself to write something.

I am at home, staring at my screen and daring myself to do the same.

Winston looks over his shoulder to ensure that he is out of sight of the telescreen.

I check that the door is locked and that no one can see through the window.

Our thoughts, when we write them, are the identical: Read More