Lesbian filmmaker Mike Moore once famously said that rust belt whites were going to vote for Trump not because they thought he was any good, but because he would be a ‘hand grenade’ that they would toss into an uncaring Washington establishment, and the intention was to blow it all up.
Well they threw him in but he turned out to be Read More
A pinch and a punch for the first of the month.
I’m literally poolside, or at least I was this morning, and the trials and tribulations of Africa are finally fading into the past. Life is good. Holidays are great. I’m already feeling refreshed and ready to start some real work again – in a year perhaps, not right now.
A while ago I wrote a post about how to Read More
I intend no irony.
Pretty much everything I follow is of a dissident right nature, perhaps because that’s where the most rational thinking is happening at the moment, but I don’t want to get stuck in a rut.
I ought to read more widely. I do look at BBC and The Guardian occasionally, but surely there are sane leftists who would wince at this. It’s like getting conservative views from Fox News or National Review. I listen to ABC’s Radio National and this often has interesting pieces in between all the wokeness. So that’s one.
Please let me know of any sensible, left-of-centre blogs or other sources you may be aware of, either in the comments or by PM. Or of any others that might be beyond my usual ken.
‘Sensible’ would mean they run occasional articles that do not obsess over gender, race or other identity politics.
Does anyone want to write a guest post for me? No, I won’t pay you.
Does anyone want me to write a guest post for you? No, you don’t have to pay.
Now that I’m out of the jungle all sorts of things are possible. PM me if keen.
Luv and bristly smooches,
When I was a kid I daydreamed a lot about flying. I imagined what it would be like, during a particularly rough day, to just leap up into the air, to the astonishment of all the bullies and mean teachers and pretty girls, and soar far above everybody else, totally unafraid, and look down at them from high above where they couldn’t touch me. In my fantasies I would of course fly around and have adventures and save the day, but the best part of the dream was always that initial surge up into the air, against all gravity, all rules, everything I didn’t care for just slipping powerlessly away below, and everybody left gasping. Some bad guys tried to Read More
At the time of writing, Chateau Heartiste has just been shitcanned by WordPress.
The blog had become very different from the Roissy of old, but some of the poetic invective convinced me that the original writer was still involved.
One day, years ago, he went too far and hinted that it was time for acts of violence. He then reported that he’d received a stern note from WordPress warning him to rein it in. I thought that was fair enough – he had skirted very close to the bounds of legal US speech. Debates about freedom of speech always come down to where to draw the line, not whether there ought to be a line at all.
But on Friday he finally got Read More
Australia’s heritage population is partly descended from convicts sent from England and Ireland. It’s no secret. We brag about it! Two of my own ancestors were convicts, a man and a woman, and they married each other. I don’t know what crimes they committed but I can only assume they were sexual in nature.
And we cheerfully assume that this convict stain which we’re so proud of has contributed to our culture, making us egalitarian, anti-authoritarian, cheeky, unserious. And yes, there are aspects of that.
But as others have noted, if so many convicts were sent there, then the UK also had to have sent many Read More
As the kids would say.
I don’t have a TV and my internet access is very limited, so I only just saw this rubbish about Iran bombing a Japanese ship a couple of days ago.
The sound was off, a few headlines were scrolling, I saw the grainy footage of the evil Iranians taking the mine off the boat and twirling their dastardly mustaches, and I yawned and thought, ‘Gulf of Tonkin’. You might equally say, Lusitania, the Manchurian Incident, the Gleiwitz Incident, Pearl Harbor, incubators being turned off, weapons of mass destruction, chemical weapons attack, etc., etc.
If you are still shocked by all this dishonesty, you must be a child and ought not be reading this site. Go do your homework. Wars are full of lies, and there are many who want to start them for their own benefit.
If anyone actually invades Australia, I might consider the war just. And even then I’ll be skeptical about what’s really going on. Otherwise, I reckon it’s all a load of shit. Still, this time they’ll have no trouble recruiting the fresh meat to go fight, the public will support it, those aiming to profit will do so, and we’ll go on like this forever.
Tell me how it isn’t so.
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A while back I pulled a silly April Fool’s prank where I claimed I was going to stay on in Eritrea and marry a local girl. I thought that I would get a whole bunch of vitriolic criticism like MGTOW Mark Minter did when he announced on Roissy that he was going to marry, and I even referenced it for the Illuminati (‘top that, fuckers’).
Most people didn’t fall for it at all, but those who did were unanimous in their support for my decision.
Look, I’m not having a go. All who offered their sincere congratulations are Good Eggs, have been positive contributors here, and I mean them no offense. But I need to say something about this. The main thing is: really?
The fact that my imaginary fiancé was black is neither here nor there. That was just a Read More
[Written mostly in Africa. From now on I will note where the post was written if confusion is likely, i.e. where I have written ‘here’ and expect you to know what I’m talking about.]
I have seven more weeks to go.
I know it makes more sense not to count the time, as the practice only slows it down, but I can’t help it. All last week, several times a day – no, dozens of times a day – I would think, eight weeks to go, eight weeks to go, eight weeks to go.
And now it’s seven.
I have set myself a rule – I don’t do half-weeks or anything like that. Come Friday afternoon, as I ride home, I allow the week to tick down and only then excitedly begin obsessing over the new number. I am very strict about this.
My physical health is poor. Today I tried to do some basic cardio exercise but I Read More
Just feckin’ with yez, I’ve been out for a week, there’s no Yonas and the USB thing never happened. Previous three days’ content plagiarized from the Eritrea Profile, a fine publication that cuts through the foreign media bias about events in East Africa.
I brought this post forward as I reckoned I was taking things too far. To prove that I’m the real McCoy: Luis, San Mig Light tastes like shit. Dicky: yes, the Hole is terrifying. College Reactionary: I banned you because you suggested genocide and speculated about where I was. Now I have unbanned you. Go in peace and do not sin again.
And Isaias fucks pigs. I shall not name the pig unless provoked.
Comments are back on
Yesterday at work I lost my USB. It had a bunch of my blog post drafts on it. Why did I have that at work, you wonder? Well my normal work USB got a virus so I had to use my home one.
I had it at the printer, left it there, then realized and went back and it was gone.
Finally, a colleague who I will call Bitchface Fascist Cunt announced that she had it, that she’d found some of my less than complimentary posts about her country (I think I may have referred to the administration as a ‘special needs government’ at one point), and declared that she’s going to denounce me to Read More
I have always been immature, in every respect.
Teachers noted it on my report cards, though academically I was fine. At my thirteenth birthday dinner, my parents asked the Chinese waiter to guess my age and he went with ten. Still got a free fried ice cream with a sparkler on it, but.
As a teenager I was behind my same-age peers in all respects – cried too easily, late to fill out, never had girlfriends, didn’t have a part-time job. I lacked confidence, was skinny and spotty, and these factors prevented me from grabbing opportunities that would have helped me to grow up.
Things became alarming when Read More
For the last time. See you on the glorious other side, in around four months, when I will have completed my sentence. If nothing goes wrang in the meantime.
I mean, *wrong*.
Funny, that’s the first thing that’s ever gone wrong.
Things are tough: we’ve had no water for a month and it looks like I may get no more for the rest of my time there. Internet has stopped completely. Other things have happened that I cannot share at this time.
But I’m now so close to freedom that I can smell it.
For about a week.
The next time they open, they’ll open for good. Only a few more months to go.
Where I am the internet is still slow so things may be a bit creaky around here.
Regular readers will be aware of, and perhaps slightly alarmed by, my deteriorating metal health. It does not seem to be psychosis as such, nor plain old depression, nor any ordinary anxiety disorder. But something’s not right. I don’t want to leave my bedroom. Even the lounge room, being closer to the door, makes me nervous. The outdoors are an ordeal.
It would be easy to blame Read More
Those of us who are strongly future-time oriented, probably because our ancestors lived far from the happy equator, always need something to look forward to.
Not for us the chipper satisfaction of living in the moment, of enjoying a hearty breakfast, a strong coffee and a good shit. Even if we are not late for work our mind is adapted to be busy elsewhere, freed during these simple tasks to look ahead to Read More
I’ve just come back from a brief, uneventful trip out-of-country which mostly involved completing my manuscript and updating the blog. Whenever I arrive back here I get depressed. No whining, Nikki! Okay, okay, but just let me say, I checked how many days I have until I completely finish this contract and I was not cheered to see that the number was two hundred and forty-fucking-five.
What is it, I’ve sometimes wondered, that I hate so much about this country? Is it the fascism? The stupidity? The petulance? The endless complaining? The lack of basic services that even Cambodia has mastered, like water and gas? The unenticing dating market?
Some time ago I realized no, it’s none of those things. It’s not even the totality of them
It’s Read More
[Ed: this was written six months ago, at the end of the first year of my two-year African contract.]
The toughest year of my life. Wee hours spent thinking, shall I go to work tomorrow? Or head to the airport instead? And being held back mostly by the need for an exit visa and all that that entails.
Days of thinking, this is beyond bad. This has reached Read More
I am low tech. You’re about to find out the extent of my Ludditism. Don’t judge me.
My 2012 MacBook Air is starting to creak. Some updates and new software are no longer working, the memory’s running out, and occasional bugs scare the willies out of me because out here in the jungle I cannot back up automatically to the cloud.
Let’s face it. I love this little machine, most of the time, but one day soon it’s going to go to that big, polluted, Nigerian recycling and data-stealing slum in the sky.
I’m going to run this baby right into the ground, but I’m already starting to consider what to replace it with when it finally gives up the ghost.
My needs are so minimal as to be laughable to you tech guys with your fancy games and marketable skills. Some wag will no doubt suggest Read More