I’m about to crawl back into the boa constrictor-invested, WiFi-deprived jungle. And ya know what that means: a thousand flowers shall no longer bloom in the Soviet comments.
From tomorrow you need to be logged in and have a previously approved response in order to comment.
Enjoy yourselves out here in civilization, think of me sometimes, and be good to your mother.
One of my goals is to read the Western Canon in order to better understand our world and to be less ignorant.
There are lists available here and there, all hotly disputed. I have selected from these and added to it several eastern works which have had a significant impact upon our history and culture.
So, here is what I’ve got. I have probably omitted Read More
Public debate works best when there are two or more compelling sides in the tussle, with each putting forward its strongest arguments and thoughtfully countering the opposition. In this way we can best examine these cases and decide the most appropriate path. Often we reach a conclusion that is somewhere in the middle.
The problem with current political and cultural discussion is that Read More
Today things are good.
Objectively nothing has changed. I’m still harassed constantly by begging children and lunatic customers. There are no romantic prospects within sight. My handlebar broke so I had to get that fixed instead of going to the gym. Bloody thing had rusted through from the inside. Further, it was a tough day at work with a performance evaluation to top it off. And I ran out of eggs this morning. My day never goes well if I have not had eggs.
But Read More
I updated my blogroll. There are many new (to me) sites.
To find it on desktop, go to that little text box icon on the top right and click. Scroll down. On mobile, just scroll down to the bottom of this screen.
I made a page displaying my least popular posts.
I’ve updated the Best of SovietMen page. Quibbling is wrecking.
I’m back from the jungle.
I restricted comments while I was away but now they’re gaping wide open on all posts and are dripping in eagerness for your commenting love.
I know a lot of you have been wanting to call me a whining wanker for the last six months – go nuts!
Comments will close again in five weeks.
Those of you who managed to respond despite my Western Front defenses, I appreciate it. I will respond on those threads and will PM some of you.
Also, how come I got no reaction to my Satanism post? Do you even troll?
Today I’m chucking a sickie for the first time in my life.
For those of you not familiar with Australian English, a sickie is when you call in sick but you are not actually sick. The classic venue of choice for one chucking a sickie is the beach but more frequently the faux-ill are caring for genuinely sick children or are suffering from stress.
My case the last of these. I never thought I would succumb, but this year Read More
I cop some flack here for my nihilistic outlook, which is a tumorous outgrowth of the fact that I have no children and therefore no emotional stake in the future of the world. I understand why this must bother people who do have children, or who intend on having them. My indifference is worse than the cult of Cultural Marxism – at least that’s an ethos.
Arguing about reproduction seems meaningless as it comes down to an argument about feelings. I experience no desire to have children. In fact, I feel a strong desire not to have them. Others want children more than anything else in the world. Why argue about this? Neither your feelings nor mine will change.
A more interesting matter is the origin of my anti-natalist instincts. They are maladaptive and therefore demand some sort of explanation. All my ancestors strove to reproduce, right back to single-celled organisms, and here I am perfectly satisfied to be an evolutionary dead end. Why is this so?
When I think of having children, I Read More
There is too much bragging over on this side of the intermanet from both bloggers and commenters. Here I redress the balance.
I am narcissistic.
I am socially insecure and awkward in conversation with people I don’t know well.
I am physically weak (I overhead press around Read More
These three sins are often grouped together. They are different.
Evil is the most respectable of the set. It means pursing one’s goals without regard for the interests of others. Evil can be broken down into three main categories: (a) ideologues trying to save the world from Capitalism or Tutsis or whatever, (b) psychopaths who lack the necessary intellectual structures to feel empathy, and (c) ordinarily selfish people. (a) is obviously the most dangerous, though it is often led by people who are (b). As for (c), it is sensible and I encourage my readers to go down that path.
Meanness is not admirable. It is Read More
For a long time there was a sheltered work program in Australia for the mentally disabled.
It operated like this: people would be assessed according to how great their level of disability, how much they could contribute and how much support they would need. They would then be given simple tasks to complete. Employers would take them on because the wages would be lower, and just because they wanted to do some good.
This was an excellent way for the disabled to gain greater independence and feel part of society. They were a common sight traveling to work together on the bus from their share houses, just living normal lives like everyone else but at a lower level of complexity. Their nominal wages would be supplemented by welfare which I’m sure no one ever begrudged.
But then Read More
I’ve shared a lot. I’ve already shared too much. But for some reason I’ve never shared this.
I was a lacto-ovo vegetarian for seven years. In that time I did not touch a single scrap of meat or fish. I wasn’t one of those, ‘Oh I’m vegetarian but sometimes I have, like, just a little bit of, like, chicken or whatever’ vegos (i.e. the female ones). I was dedicated and pious.
It came from Read More
From my teenage years I was deeply depressed (never diagnosed, this was before it was cool) and from maybe seventeen or so close to suicidal.
It is painful just to write that sentence because it brings back memories of a time I rarely think of any more.
One thing led to another, I cheered up in my early twenties and I’ve been chirpily maudlin ever since. I actually had counseling at one point and it was not the load of tree-hugging codswallop you probably think.
Since then I’ve done many things. I’ve gotten qualifications, lived in a highland Japanese village, learned a language or two, bedded a few Read More
In Generation Doom I talked about the darkest days of my upbringing when every adult I knew was miserable and hated their lives.
A commenter asked, was this in the FSU back when it first got its ‘F’? Because things were pretty bad then.
I had to reply no, this was in suburban Australia where recession meant lining up for the dole or losing the house, not starvation and horrific levels of crime.
Eventually I stumbled upon my first girlfriend. Imagine my surprise when I found that her family were fairly cheerful. Imagine my further shock when I found out that both her parents Read More
Re-updated: And I made it so you have to log in, too. If you’re not on WordPress you can join and use it to follow blogs even if you don’t have your own. Ooroo.
Update: I’ve decided to just limit comments to those who’ve already had a comment approved. You can still do that if you’re quick. The original post follows:
I’m heading back into the jungle for a good six months this time and I won’t be able to access this site at all.
I will therefore turn off comments on Wednesday in case people post gore porn or mean stuff about Armenians that I can’t moderate.
If you really need to comment, do it now or forever hold your peace. And you can still pm me at email@example.com, though I can’t see your message until I get back.
All the best,
Book review of World on Fire by Amy Tan
Imagine my surprise when John Derbyshire recommended a book by uber New York leftietariat Amy Tan. But he did, and it was this one.
Tan comes from an ethnic Chinese family in the Philippines. The Chinese there run everything so the duller Filipinos hate them. Tan dares to commit the arch sin of modern Cultural Marxism: Read More
Part One was on Monday
There were three people at the funeral. The first was a woman of thirty-seven with the unlikely name of Mrs. Flordeliza Riza Vladivostok. Flo had brought along her sister, whose name is of no importance, for the sake of propriety. She had asked her brother, too, but had assumed he would be in a drunken stupor come Friday morning and he was. Her other siblings lived back in the too-far-away village. She had considered bringing her children, or some of them, but had decided that school was more important. The dead man would have approved, she thought. He was the one paying. He still would, with the modest fund he’d set up.
The third person was Read More
Sunday, 10th September, 2049
There are three things preventing me from making love to my girlfriend. Read More