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, though I can’t see your message until I get back.

All the best,


Happy Holidays

Now don’t get me wrong. I own albums by Robert Zimmerman. I think Einstein was one of the most brilliant men who ever lived. I even think the Holocaust really happened. So stop waving your adored, red-hot swastika brand around my face so that the rest of us can have a sensible conversation about the phrase ‘Happy Holidays’.

I seem to magnetically attract Jews. Perhaps this is something about my Read More

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


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

Libertarianism and the Problem of Idiots

In Australia you can’t drink on the train. There’s an on-the-spot fine and I’ve seen it enforced on a couple of bogans in Melbourne.  One chortled that they can’t make you pay if you’re on the dole.  In Japan you can drink on the train. They even sell beer on the shinkansen.

This juxtaposition demonstrates where pure libertarianism falls down. The Japanese can be given the freedom to drink wherever they want because when drunk they simply Read More

Van Gogh vs Jackson Pollock

One of the things the left gets right is that there are no objective values. The very term ‘value’ is one without any physical validity. It cannot be scientifically tested. It is within our own heads and without the valuers, no value could exist.

But Nietzsche bewails the fact that, in the absence of objective values (and did he not himself do his part to question them out of existence?), art becomes “coarse”.

In music, if we do not value great complexity within an established, mathematical structure (which is regularly reformed or challenged), music becomes simple and without beauty. This is what has happened to popular music. As late as 2000 we had interesting, innovative creations like this: Read More

Down With Big Brother

Book review of 1984 by George Orwell


In the beginning, Winston sits in a hidden place in his home with an illegal notebook and dares himself to write something.

I am at home, staring at my screen and daring myself to do the same.

Winston looks over his shoulder to ensure that he is out of sight of the telescreen.

I check that the door is locked and that no one can see through the window.

Our thoughts, when we write them, are the identical: Read More

Timing and the Decline of Marriage

There are some people, mostly the religious or baby-rabies infected, who want to marry as young as possible.

The majority of young people in the west would prefer to wait, putting it off for ‘one day’.

Here we run into a timing problem.

A young man who is not fantastically successful in romance (i.e. most of them) will be more willing to marry young if a hot lady is on offer. This might be in his mid- to late-twenties. Such a man is also likely to be an idiot who knows little about Read More

Cat Ear Girl Pictures

Questions for Da Ladies

It shouldn’t annoy me. It isn’t like having a water outage and two litres left in bottles under my sink (my present situation). It’s not as bad as being forbidden to buy bread because I’m a foreigner (this also is true but don’t worry, I have a supplier. Shhhh.)

They don’t even have Tinder here, but I noted this a year ago as a possible blog topic adn I finally got to it so here it is.

I get really annoyed by all the Taiwanese girls who have Tinder pictures with cat ears.

A while ago it was duckface. Then it was cat ears. Now it’s already moved on to the stupid dog nose and by the time of publication it will be something else. Cutie little devil horns or an emoticon cock sticking out of your mouth or something.

Now ladies, you can post whatever stupid photos you like. I propose no laws against your stupid whims. I’ve just got some questions for you.

  1. Why do you do it? My only guess is that all your friends do it, so you feel the need to do it too. Can you explain or clarify your thought process in any greater detail?
  2. Do you think that such photos will help you to score a high quality man? If so, how? Do you think that an awesome guy like me will look at your cat ears and whiskers and think, ah! This girl knows exactly what’s popular this month. I’ll go with her. Not the seven hundred other girls who had cat ear pictures. Just her.
  3. Do ever look at these photos and think, do I look a bit silly? Or do you wonder, why do I do that? Or do you ever think, hey! Maybe I’ll stand out by being different from all the others. I’ll have a photo of me sitting on the toilet with my legs shyly crossed or something. Perfect!

For the record, this is how you should attract attention from the spunkie fellas: Have one photo of you smiling normally at the camera like you’re not a sociopath. Very few girls have one of those. Get another, more distant full-body shot. You can be in a bikini if you want but jeans and a t-shirt is also fine. We’re just checking that you’re not fat.  Any photos after that are unnecessary.  Try to avoid photos taken in public toilets.  I know the mirrors there are huge but that’s where people shit, and you don’t want to associate yourself with shit unless you’re trawling for Germans.

To chuck another shrimp on the barbie, upon a weekend a girl from another city was visiting so I suggested we meet. She was too busy or didn’t want to. No problem, forgot about her and had no more contact. Anyway, come Tuesday she unilaterally sent me a dozen photos of her hanging out my city, spending time with family etc. In case anyone wants to know, I sent a one-word response (‘narcissist’) and blocked her.

What would be the point of such an action? Oh god, I know. Lesser men give her fawning attention for doing a thing like that, just for the faint whiff of distant pussy, kind of like a bush elephant with no legs desperately sniffing at the water from a mile away. And that would explain a lot of the cat ear photos, too – they put them on Facebook and various apps and the ball-less likes come flooding in.

Never mind about the questions, I think my musing has answered them. Note to the blokes: if she has not wet your dick, you are her fluffer.