Mosquito Cosmology

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Late in the quiet of the gecko-roaming hours, a mosquito drones around a motivational poster that says, ‘You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.’   A picture of a basketball hoop.  The mosquito doesn’t know what motivation is.  It doesn’t know what basketball is, or what a game is.  It doesn’t even know what an image is, or a poster, or a word.  Furthermore, it is utterly incapable of ever grasping these concepts or ever coming close to understanding them.  It is a very simple creature.  It is a mosquito.  It bites, it lays, it dies.  That is all.  It can perhaps see the poster just as well as I can but it can not imagine what meaning it possesses.  It can not even wonder.

Outside the air is rich with poor-country foliage and exhaust fumes.  The thin moon makes way for several reluctant stars that peer through the darkened haze.  I peer back.  Those are the stars closest to us, the Solar Neighbourhood.  If you shrank the universe down to a scale where the sun had a diameter of 1cm (394 thou), the nearest stars would be a good day’s drive away.

The Solar Neighbourhood is in the Orion Arm of the Milky Way galaxy.  Our galaxy is part of the local group of galaxies.  Let’s pause here and reflect: scientists have speculated about the means to travel or send probes to nearby stars.  A whole galaxy might perhaps be colonized over millennia.  Sending any object to another galaxy, let alone sending a person, would require scarcely imagined technologies.  Exceedingly advanced civilizations may have risen, flourished, and perished in those nearby galaxies without us ever knowing.  So anyway, those galaxies make up the galaxy cluster, which is part of a supercluster.  The visible universe is a Read More

Word from the Dark Side, 8/25/16

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An irregular collection of problematic news and opinion.

I know, I know, my dearies.  The world is harsh and bleak.  Uncle Vlad is here to share with you good tidings from around the world that will soothe your mourning heart and bring succor to your contracted sphincter.  And if you can’t trust me, who can you trust?  Your Nona?  Haw haw.  She’s slagging you off to her bingo mates and spending your inheritance on buff Kenyan gigolos.  Ol’ Nik here’s the only friend you’ve got.  So let’s have a look.

Old ladies like your Gran who stay with their partners secretly hate them and wake up every morning wondering why they don’t leave.  No such thing as husband goggles, it seems.  A lifetime of provisioning and devotion?  Hypergamy doesn’t care about that or anything else.

In hot Asian sex trafficking news, most migrant sex workers in Australia are Read More

Seven Extreme Steps to Improve Your Sexual Market Value

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In case you hadn’t noticed, the nature of our sexual marketplace has recently changed.  Gone are the days when any man with job and a lower jaw could marry his high school beau.  Today’s men are searching harder for love and lusty encounters, with poorer results.

There are various reasons for this: reduced social controls on sexuality, decreased female dependence on a male protector and breadwinner, and the obesity epidemic.

But not all men are doing it tough..  Some gentlemen are doing better than was previously considered imaginable for anyone other than a movie star.  This is because of Read More

What’s wrong with men

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I watched public reactions the recent spate of terrorist attacks with sociopathic curiousity.  I wondered, how will the Cultural Marxists spin it?  In their taxonomy of the world, Muslims are a victim class, and so are gays.  So how is it that a Muslim can attack a gay nightclub?  SJWs looked on, shocked, like a zoologist in the field observing a zebra stalking and devouring a wildebeest.  It’s not supposed to happen.

At first the Left put forward an unconvincing narrative about how Muslims are discriminated against in the West and this lack of engagement makes them go all choppy-choppy.  The first problem with this view is that it paints all Muslims as oversensitive maniacs who will blow us up unless we refrain from mocking their religion and ensure they all enjoy excellent careers.  The Left fails to explain why Asian immigrants do not require such mollycoddling.  The second problem is that there’s a shirtload of terrorists over there in the sandlands who were never discriminated against.  In fact, they are in the mainstream, Sunni majority and they are gradually eliminating everybody else.  Clearly a more logically acrobatic narrative was required.

Some commenters on Australian radio had the answer.  All the terrorists belong to the same, privileged group when you stop and think about it: they are Read More

Word From the Dark Side, 8/4/16

An irregular collection of problematic news and opinion.

Dalrock points out how researchers and society minimize the sacrifices of married men – their extra earnings = extra work, and the ‘benefits’ of marriage to divorced men = they have to keep working.

The New Modern Man explains why he quit relationships.

Pictures of a pretty Thai girl.

Modern slavery in America.

A crazy cat lady argues against sex segregation in sport.  I’m all for it.  I’m joining the Brazilian ladies volleyball team!  Oi Nikolai, they’ll yell, keep your eyes on the ball.  I shall reply, no.  But don’t worry, I identify as someone who is good at sport.

You gotta admit, this one is original.  Jim argues that Read More

My Red Pill Moment

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Back when the ‘sphere was young, writers would publish a post explaining their ‘red pill moment’ – the instant they realized that everything they’d been told about women was wrong.  It’s fallen into disuse but I’m bringing it back.

In 2011 I was a blue pill beta who still believed 90% of the things that I was supposed to believe, and I dismissed hate facts with all the fervor of a furiously bespectacled lesbian social worker.

After yet another hair-raising breakup – I feared the crazy bitch might stab me – I decided to avoid dumping girls for while by avoiding real relationships.  I would just play the field as I had heard other men managed to do.

I met a new girl and we shagged within hours.  She later pressed for relationship clarification and told her openly that I didn’t want anything serious and that I would not be exclusive.  I expected her to slap me on the spot, or at least to storm out at such a degrading suggestion.

She Read More

Morality is for Wimps

Book Review: Thus Spoke Zarathustra: A Book for Everyone and No One (Penguin Classics) by Friedrich Nietzsche.

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Have you ever met one of those blokes? You know the type. You’re in a quiet pub – maybe you’re waiting for the trains to be less crowded, or perhaps you’re an alcoholic. There’s only one drinker there and he says hello. You start talking.

This fellow, there’s usually something silly about his hair. Maybe it’s long and he’s way too old for it. Perhaps a giant beard. But you get talking to him and you find that you’ve discovered a soul mate. One of those very rare people who actually thinks how you think, even those unpopular things that are verboten on both left and right. Indeed, he says those things before you do. There’s no one eavesdropping.  It’s just the two of you. You both chuckle conspiratorially and say, ‘No one else can see it, can they? Normal people don’t want to accept the truth. We’re not normal though, are we? We’re the effing Illuminati, we are. But keep it under your hat, of course. Most people aren’t ready for this stuff and they never will be.’

Actually, I’ve never had an experience like that. I could imagine it happening though. That’s what reading Nietzsche is like. On almost every page I inwardly scream, ‘Of course! That’s right! It’s so bloody obvious but no one dares admit it!’ And yet Read More

Her late period and my vanquished dreams

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Last week I exposed my carefully calculated plan to free myself from full time work and to pursue my ambitions.  However:

Will Lady Fate . . . cooperate?

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She said, my period hasn’t come.  Maybe I am pregnant.  Ha ha.

I thought little of it.

Later that week I saw her again.  It still hadn’t come.  I asked her, is it usually regular?  Yes, she replied.  Always right on time!  Ha ha.  I don’t know why she chuckled as she said it.

That night I awoke with a sensation of intense nausea.  What’s wrong?  Oh, yeah.  All my hopes and plans for the future.  All gone.  Bye bye.  No more dusky Third World beauties for me.  No more writing and reading and pondering the sunset from my modest balcony.  Never again will I traipse the world like some kind of law-abiding gypsy.  My future will be one of losing sleep, changing nappies, working overtime to pay for cram school and university fees and a mortgage.  If we have a son he’ll be a sullen, autistic dork  who’ll end up going on an incel shooting rampage.  If we have a daughter she’ll be Read More

My Realistic Plan for Freedom

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Some time ago I posted a highly trafficked article entitled How to be Free.  Its tone was crude, nihilistic and bombastic, getting me (rightly) blacklisted from several AltRight sites.  My rudeness to commenters probably didn’t help.

This is not an apology.

In short, the article described my plan to save enough money so that if I ever lost my job and was rendered unemployable (quite possible in my field) I would be able to escape to the Third World and live out my days in frugal comfort.

Well, I had made some mathematical errors in currency conversions and was actually a little short of my goal but now, yep, I can do it.  Just.  Seven hundred US dollars a month for the rest of my life, all things being equal.  If it comes to that and I suffer an expensive medical condition in old age, my plan would be to swim far out into the foaming brine and take it from there.  We must accept the consequences of our decisions.

Anyway, I didn’t intend to quit my job.  The freedom plan was to ensure I was never trapped anywhere I didn’t want to be, and never beholden to anyone.

Lately I’ve been considering my future more seriously and here are some salient conclusions I have reached: Read More

Word from the Dark Side, 7/4/16

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An irregular collection of problematic news and opinion.

First, here’s a new link site with a whole lot of interesting content I’d never heard of before.

Why Single Dude Travel refuses to return to the US.  It’s an interesting and detailed account of the event that changed his life.

On Age of Shitlords, a story about a young South African man who sympathizes with the women who falsely accused him of rape.  There’s an entertaining back story about Read More

A Big Fat Man With a Big Fat Bomb

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Book review of Khrushchev: The Man and His Era, by William Taubman

An event in 1962 was probably the most important in world history but it is rarely discussed today. Perhaps this is because the occurrence concluded without nuclear war – had it turned out differently, any surviving children in any remaining schools would most certainly be studying it with rigour.

The strengths and foibles of the American protagonist, John F. Kennedy, are well known, but what of his Soviet counterpart? Most Westerners who have any image of Nikita Khrushchev remember the fat little man who banged his shoe on the table at the UN. In his definitive biography, Taubman guides the reader through the career of this complex individual in such thorough detail that one feels one has vicariously lived the man’s life and, unlike Khrushchev himself, deeply learned from the experience.

It is frightening to think that a man of Khrushchev’s boorishness and impetuousness controlled nuclear weapons. His reaction to Read More

Jealousy

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Dear reader, have you played a game called love?

I’ve met a girl.  Twenty-five.  Gorgeous.  Within a few dates we were sleeping together.  Are there any red flags, Nikolai, that a mature and romantically experienced fellow (oh, thank you!) might have noticed?  Yes, yes.  A shirtload.  A blerrie mayday parade full, mate.  Here are some: Read More

Generation Doom

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The release of Doom 4 got me all nostalgic and thoughtful about my horrific teenage years.  I haven’t played computer games for many years but I loved them when I was a kid.  I’d completely lose myself in the original, 3D Doom world, shooting up demons, finding secret areas, being utterly isolated from a world outside that seemed intent on my defenestration.

Doom, to what passed for my friends and I, perfectly encapsulated our ethos.  Utter, furious, helpless nihilism.  A back story that nobody cared about, gruesome violence for no good reason except fun.  It was like ISIS for lazy atheists.  Listening to Pantera, roasting enemies, eating junk food, hiding my zits and weak physique, my social retardation, immaturity, insecurity and my stupid hair from everyone and everything.

The nihilism of our 90s subculture was born of Read More

What’s Next in the War on You

 

A description of SJW problems and their implemented, planned and anticipated responses.

The problem: Men are escaping Western countries.  They are improving their financial status, sexual market value and their lifestyles by living where the grass is greener.  This is starving The Beast of fodder for women and their children through beta husbands, child support/alimony, or wealth redistributed through taxation.

The response: Men will be taxed even when they live abroad (the US already Read More

Word from the Dark Side, 6/4/16

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An increasingly irregular collection of problematic news and opinion.

Matt Forney gives us three reasons why we shouldn’t date older women.  Caprizchka grudgingly agrees.  My two bob: hot older Japanese woman > hot older non-Japanese woman > non-hot younger woman.  Here ‘greater than’ does not mean ‘larger than’.  Eww.  Of course, young and hot trumps them all.  And, any port in a storm.

Matt Forney also gets assaulted by a fat chick.  Surprised he’s pressing charges as he did make a rude comment – don’t know if it’s illegal in that jurisdiction.  Anyway, good luck.

On Taki: why are blacks and Asians so Read More

What happened the last time global temperatures rose by 8 degrees Celsius?

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Look at the map of the Eocene world above.  Isn’t it beautiful?  Europe separated from Asia by a sea boundary.  Australia blissfully isolated.  Antarctica is looking lush.  South Americans will make their own jokes about the gulf in the north west of their continent; I’m unfamiliar with their rivalries.  The Muslim world is almost entirely submerged.  No sea appears between Mexico and the US, however.  You can’t have everything.

Anyway, world leaders have pledged to prevent average global temperatures rising by more than 2 degrees Celsius.  What would happen if temperatures went higher than this?

The last time we had a really hot spell was during Read More

Five Myths About Love

First published on Return of Kings:

Romantic love is one of the most intense experiences you are ever likely to experience. But as with anything related to feelings, it has become exalted to moral and almost religious status in our over-feminized society.

A man should be aware of the power of love. He should not allow himself to be overpowered by it, losing all his mental faculties and common sense. Of all self improvement efforts, this can be the most difficult. Resistance training can be built up gradually over time, but love can hit like an unexpected freight train, knocking a fellow off his feet and leaving him floundering helplessly like a newborn baby. Young, inexperienced men seem most vulnerable to Cupid’s bow, but older gents are not immune to his spell, especially if the man is accomplished enough to win the attentions of a much younger woman. Understanding love may help a man to embrace its power without losing his direction.

Here are myths about love that you must recognize if you are to keep your head:

Read the rest of the article at Return of Kings.

Follow me on Twitter: @nvladivostok1

Sexual Arbitrage

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Arbitrage means profiting from price differences in two different markets.  A super simple example: bonds in Vladivostok Fish (VVF) are selling slightly cheaper on the Nikkei than they are on the Dow Jones.  A canny trader buys them in the former market, sells in the latter, and spends his tidy profit boasting of his exploits to an opulent hotel room full of multicultural call girls.  Don’t get excited; such low hanging fruit is long since gone and today cutting-edge algorithms race to detect minute, intensely complex market imbalances to exploit.

Similar, simpler phenomena are observable in the sexual marketplace.

Example 1:  A fat, balding Canadian of middle income moves to Read More

The Word from the Dark Side 5/12/16

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Spandrell features a Japanese graphical breakdown of the new sexual market.  I lived there for years and it is true: a few cool guys root all the girls and the other fellas sit at home playing anime schoolgirl rape games.  This is not an exaggeration.  It seems to be true everywhere – young women just accept that the guys they see are not exclusive.  That’s where we’re at, and it changed in only 10-15 years.  Spandrell also has a nice joke about Chinese immigration to Germany.

Fred Reed ponders if African Americans are pushing for resegregation.

An interesting post from EvolutionistX about how popular culture reflects our desire for individual power in an age of coddled helplessness.

From the Chateau: Civilization is monogamous.  Even I admit this and I’m a cheerful barbarian.

The shit is about to hit the fan: There is a new method for evaluating human evolution in the last few thousand years.  Duck and cover!  Especially your ears.

Nauru is a more interesting island than you think.

Here at the People’s Blog: Finally, a sexual fetish you haven’t heard of before.

 

Further reading:  Last week’s Word from the Dark Side.

Follow me on Twitter: @nvladivostok1

 

 

By Jupiter

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Don’t you feel sorry for the poor fellows suffering from impractical fetishes?  No?  Well, you’re an unfeeling bastard.  Or maybe you just haven’t really thought it through.

Consider the unfortunate case of the middle-aged gentleman we shall can Juno.  His is a very strange attraction.  Not illegal.  Immoral?  Hard to say.  Just painfully, hopelessly obscure.

Like most fetishes, it presumably went back to some experience during his very early, formative years.  Perhaps his parents put a Solar System mobile above his cot.  They wanted to educate him, you see.  No SpongeBob SquarePants or blue plastic ducks for this little fellow.  Juno would have the jump on his intellectually deprived peers before he could even burp.

He looked up at the gently spinning planets in his brief moments of wakefulness.  He sometimes fretted at this time.  By pure chance he experienced a chaffing that caused his first experience of arousal.  He was looking up at a large, purple planet at the same time.  For this stupid reason a deep, inerasable neural pathway was established.  It lay dormant for years, occasionally surfacing in the form of a childhood obsession with space exploration and science fiction.  Finally, in the confusion and tumult of his teenage years, Juno admitted to himself that he had a strange sexual fetish, and that nothing else would satisfy him.

Juno wanted to fuck Jupiter. Read More