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
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
There are some people, mostly the religious or baby-rabies infected, who want to marry as young as possible.
The majority of young people in the west would prefer to wait, putting it off for ‘one day’.
Here we run into a timing problem.
A young man who is not fantastically successful in romance (i.e. most of them) will be more willing to marry young if a hot lady is on offer. This might be in his mid- to late-twenties. Such a man is also likely to be an idiot who knows little about Read More
Questions for Da Ladies
It shouldn’t annoy me. It isn’t like having a water outage and two litres left in bottles under my sink (my present situation). It’s not as bad as being forbidden to buy bread because I’m a foreigner (this also is true but don’t worry, I have a supplier. Shhhh.)
They don’t even have Tinder here, but I noted this a year ago as a possible blog topic adn I finally got to it so here it is.
I get really annoyed by all the Taiwanese girls who have Tinder pictures with cat ears.
A while ago it was duckface. Then it was cat ears. Now it’s already moved on to the stupid dog nose and by the time of publication it will be something else. Cutie little devil horns or an emoticon cock sticking out of your mouth or something.
Now ladies, you can post whatever stupid photos you like. I propose no laws against your stupid whims. I’ve just got some questions for you.
- Why do you do it? My only guess is that all your friends do it, so you feel the need to do it too. Can you explain or clarify your thought process in any greater detail?
- Do you think that such photos will help you to score a high quality man? If so, how? Do you think that an awesome guy like me will look at your cat ears and whiskers and think, ah! This girl knows exactly what’s popular this month. I’ll go with her. Not the seven hundred other girls who had cat ear pictures. Just her.
- Do ever look at these photos and think, do I look a bit silly? Or do you wonder, why do I do that? Or do you ever think, hey! Maybe I’ll stand out by being different from all the others. I’ll have a photo of me sitting on the toilet with my legs shyly crossed or something. Perfect!
For the record, this is how you should attract attention from the spunkie fellas: Have one photo of you smiling normally at the camera like you’re not a sociopath. Very few girls have one of those. Get another, more distant full-body shot. You can be in a bikini if you want but jeans and a t-shirt is also fine. We’re just checking that you’re not fat. Any photos after that are unnecessary. Try to avoid photos taken in public toilets. I know the mirrors there are huge but that’s where people shit, and you don’t want to associate yourself with shit unless you’re trawling for Germans.
To chuck another shrimp on the barbie, upon a weekend a girl from another city was visiting so I suggested we meet. She was too busy or didn’t want to. No problem, forgot about her and had no more contact. Anyway, come Tuesday she unilaterally sent me a dozen photos of her hanging out my city, spending time with family etc. In case anyone wants to know, I sent a one-word response (‘narcissist’) and blocked her.
What would be the point of such an action? Oh god, I know. Lesser men give her fawning attention for doing a thing like that, just for the faint whiff of distant pussy, kind of like a bush elephant with no legs desperately sniffing at the water from a mile away. And that would explain a lot of the cat ear photos, too – they put them on Facebook and various apps and the ball-less likes come flooding in.
Never mind about the questions, I think my musing has answered them. Note to the blokes: if she has not wet your dick, you are her fluffer.
I used to be a marrier. When I was young I always assumed that I would one day get married, though my thoughts were dominated rather by the more immediate challenge of Read More
This is another of those stories which goes nowhere. You might prefer to avoid it if you are currently sober or intelligent.
I’m a nice bloke. I used to be even nicer. Once back then I was driving along a main road and there was a car broken down in a turning lane on the centre island. There was an old fella standing outside the vehicle looking rather lost. I pulled up behind him and lent him my Read More
This is a pointless anecdote. Don’t read it. Instead, work with a single-minded focus toward furthering your goals. You should check out Mike Cernovich’s page if you’d like to read something useful – apparently it’s really good.
You’ll think this story is made-up, anyway. I can’t be bothered arguing about it. If you do feel the need to read it, don’t kick up a fuss in the comments. I don’t want to hear it. Read More
As you may know, I’m a lapsed leftie who still has vestiges of the more archaic progressive values. As I know, my readers are mostly alt-right or odd-right leaners who use words like ‘trannie’ and ‘negro’.
I have noticed that many of the loony left trends the right or conservative side justly moan about nevertheless have their origins in a grain of truth. Let up put these grains under the microscope so that we can consider them with gynecological precision.
Gender is a Social Construct
Yus, yus, I know about x and y chromosomes. I’m not as stupid as I look, you know. There are two grains of truth hiding in this let’s-give-hormones-to-kids madness. Here they are. First, it is true that gender is a continuum which includes some culturally specific behaviours like clothing, colours and so on. There are always some tomboys and sissies. Second, there really is a weird in-between sex group. Not just those with gender dysphoria – there are a small percentage of people who have a variety of medical syndromes which means they do not neatly fit into one sex or the other. Sometimes they are infertile. For some reason the existence of such people never caused a public toilet stir during the millennia-long history of public toilets until just a few years ago. Discretion, people. Manners and discretion.
There are no Objective Morals or Standards
I won’t argue the point here. Instead I invite my unconvinced reader to peruse relevant books on ethical philosophy. That oughta keep you out of mischief for a while.
The conservative reader will nevertheless protest that abandoning objective standards (or their pretense) will quickly lead to societal barbarisms such as single mothers, rap music and public celebrations of distasteful sexual practices. All this is true. I will write more about this in a future post but the TL;DR version is: let’s keep the plebs enslaved with these imagined standards. The working class should go to church on Sunday and fear fiery damnation when they jack off to Taylor Swift.
Environment, as well as Genes, Makes a Difference
I live in an black African country where the locals are mostly quiet, polite, well-dressed and civil. They don’t even jaywalk much. The average IQ here is the same as that for African Americans. The alt-right correctly, and cheekily, points out the importance of genes. They also tend to unfairly dismiss the influence of environment on human behaviour and culture. The exact nature of such environmental influence seems speculative aside from obvious factors such as head trauma, parasites and iodine deficiency. Nevertheless, it is there, and it is enormous.
So, the left gets some things right. It’s their extrapolations that gets them into trouble.
In separate incidents, two foreign girlfriends pumped me for information in order to gain hand and file away dirt for future arguments.
“Why aren’t you married?” they wanted to know. I am at that age where people start to wonder. I did my usual, infuriating prevarication. None of their bloody business.
Both of them followed up with something that surprised me immensely: they asked me if it was because Read More
Being an organised chap I set goals, each with its own, detailed to-do list. The trickiest part is choosing the goals in the first place. How often have you sat down and thought, what do I want to do with my life?
I went for a very long walk on an abandoned winter beach to review my goals. I found it helpful to notice regrets from each period of my life, and to turn each into a goal for the future.
Looking back on my early adulthood, I regret not Read More