Why Am I So Anti-Natalist?

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

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My Faults

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

Evil, Meanness and Stupidity

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

Defeating the Purpose

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

Seven Years a Vego

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

Glad to be alive

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

Problems Need Solutions

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

Comments will be disabled (re-updated)

Hi everybody!

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 nvladivostok@yahoo.ca, though I can’t see your message until I get back.

All the best,

Nikolai

A Jew, a Chinese and an Ibo walk into a dumb majority . . .

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

My Death

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

Hidden Numbnuts

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

The Truth About Conspiracies

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

Why Don’t Clever People Agree on Much?

“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

Homesick

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

The Importance of Selfish War

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

Where’s the News?

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

Big, Poor African Families

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