A Chinese Communist Party official enjoys the romantic attentions of his 18 year old lover. The back story is here.
The Chinese Communist Party has the absolute right to rule China in any manner it wishes.
This post is not directed at Western meddlers. It is for the Chinese subjects themselves, including the malcontent rascals in Hong Kong and the expat anti-patriots. Most of all it is for any mainland Chinese man who dares to question, in his heart of hearts, the legitimacy of his overlords.
This is not an argument based on Read More
Image credit: detail from Echo and Narcissus by John William Waterhouse
Everything is fashioned for other people’s eyes.
Our blog posts.
Our status updates and likes.
Even the things we do are done with a view to informing others that we did them.
Yah, I spent time in India. So amazing. Yah yah, I climbed Mount Kinabalu. I saw Trump. I ate fugu. I took ayahuasca, the proper way and all. I read Ulysses. I started doing arse to grass squats. Heavy, man. I wrote a book. I went to a rally. I fucked a pretty girl on the first date.
Who cares? More importantly, do you care? And, how would you know?
A suggestion: Keep your Read More
The Anchorite by Teodor Axentowicz. Image credit: WikiCommons
People who need people are vapid. Those who cannot tolerate a day or so alone with their thoughts are madmen who will one day die without having ever reflected upon their lives in a meaningful way. Like a female gorilla or a river red gum.
A native anchorite, I am the opposite. I need occasional interaction with other members of my species in order to feel grounded and sane, but too much of it is exhausting. I have had periods of some months where I could choose exactly how much to go out and socialise. I found that my sweet spot is for a few hours, once or twice a week. My friends are exasperated when I pike at 11pm but that’s just how I am. The rest of the time I am happiest alone, reading or working on my own projects. I used to think this was a bizarre quirk of my nature but I’ve since read that this preference is 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?
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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
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
Notable Denunciations in History
Denunciation did not start or end in Communist societies.
In the 1500s and 1600s the air of Europe was rank with the acrid tang of burnt witch.
In ancient times Socrates was offed for ‘perverting the youth’, or, in modern parlance, being a bit of a smart ass.
There are occasional reports from the most primitive regions of the world Read More