As the West declines, solutions from the Third World become applicable. And not just generators and pre-filled barrels for when the water stops.
Eritrea is the most repressive dictatorship in Africa. But did you know, on the Red Sea coast opposite Saudi Arabia there live a Muslim minority group called the Rashaida (search: ‘Madote Rashaida’ for more information. I can’t link directly for secret reasons.)
Despite the oppressive government, they pretty much do whatever they want and are left alone. They are not enslaved under the open-ended National Service program that ruins the lives of most other groups. How do they get away with it? And is it not interesting that they were also left alone by the Italian colonists?
I got curious about what specific research led medical authorities to change their tune and suddenly start recommending the use of facemasks for everyone. Did some 2019 studies get published just at the right time; studies that proved their efficacy?
I knew a little about facemasks prior to the apocalypse because I wondered about them while living in Japan and looked them up. At that time I found that research was minimal.
Masks in Asia are more of a politeness thing. You wear one on the train if you have the sniffles.
Well, well, well. Look at this July 2020 article that CNN hasn’t got around to memory-holing yet:
Via @SelimSeesYou, here’s a map of BLM protests around the world:
[Edit: the image disappeared because Selim’s account was banned for being truthful. I have replaced it with a map of #BlackLivesMatter tweets just after Darren Wilson was let off, which is about the same. There are more dots in south-eastern Australia, where people actually live, hidden by the key]
A loose proxy for who has really bought in on USG ideology & who has not.
Some of these dots are complicated. In Nigeria, the protests were about local police killings unrelated to race. In Japan, the protests reflected local African and other minority complaints of poor treatment by police, accompanied by some Westerners and the native left wing.
Yep, that nasty Duterte is using his lockdown to increase his own power while Western elites would never dream of doing that.
The whole article is an interesting mix of truth and facts used in a misleading or hypocritical way.
There are confusing variations in rules from locality to locality, however. The armed police that man checkpoints have also, at times, been encouraged by President Rodrigo Duterte to shoot lockdown violators dead.
There has recently been some angst about suppression of news.
At the time of writing, the election is a few days away and most major news organs are refusing to publish evidence of Biden corruption through his brother and son, much less ask tough questions of Joe himself.
When I was a youth I was possessed by a superstition that essentially nothing ever changes, that some things are eternal. A congenital Peter Pan, I took comfort in thinking that while I must move on, the places that I had come from would forever stay the same, and that when older I could always go back and visit them, and reminisce.
I imagined myself as an old man back at my primary school, thinking how small everything looks, as we dig up the time capsule we buried in 1985. I think my contribution was picture of a playground but I’m no longer sure.
I had no interest in reading this book. As I was already following and intermittently writing for Return of Kings at the time I already knew the story well, having watched it go down in real time (from a great distance). However, after Amazon and others defenestrated Roosh I decided to buy one of his books just to spite the fash. As I have no interest in picking up Icelandic women nor the finer points of seducing Paraguayans, this book was the best bet, so I bought it.
I found that not only had I forgotten many of the details, but also my mind had done that funny trick it often does where it Read More
Certain people, certifiably accomplished, might be offered a special license to do things others are not allowed to do. Yes, it’s a little like the ChiCom’s social credit system, but less fascist as it provides people with special privileges rather than disallowing rascals from buying train tickets.
To get the license, you should prove that you are Read More
Several countries block WordPress, this one included. Mind you, over here such measures are necessarily low tech. Bumfuckistan only manages to block sites that actually have ‘wordpress’ in the URL so anyone who has bothered to splash some cash for his own web address sails through freely as water through a net.
However, this block works far more effectively here than the cleverer censorship conducted in China simply because Read More
I am not good at making friends. The main reason for this is that I do not like many other people and I find I have little in common with the rest of the human race. Those friends I do have tend to be quite eccentric, tolerant people. The average person cannot put up with me for long, and I am also impatient with others.
It’s difficult to be friends with locals here. Their main topic of conversation is Read More
The more I travel around our little blue planet and get to know the nature and predispositions of its various inhabitants, the more I find to complain about. I err towards an aristocratic view of humans. There are a few at the top who are intelligent, noble and capable of greatness, while the rest, I’m afraid, are rabble.
Yes, I know most people, including myself, fall somewhere in the middle. Stop ruining.
Of the throng, the characteristics I most despise are Read More
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.
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 readUlysses. 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?
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