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