“It just hasn’t been done well.”
It’s a most youthful despair that compels such words and a vain hope of unsmudged beauty to not be sucked into society and used their whole life long. Perhaps if they just wished upon that star freedom would reign down and deign to protect them. There is darkness in life and I wish that you’d accept it instead of running into the arms of such deadly ideas as these because they choose to speak softly, reason understandably and promise to play nice when handed the keys to the keep.
Let me show you the ground from which you try to fly, the filth in which you swim, the demon soul, this curiosity I’ve discovered; it’s called the diamat. Like a gem it sparkles in the light and in it’s many facets the mind is captured but not because it is beautiful—because it is ugly. Those who look into it wonder, How can something so profound be so false? How can death be derived from life? How can the intellect come to master something which is utterly useless? How can a man of such learning come to giggling and chuckling over the waste he’s wrought into the minds of those he taught?
Utter madness. We must be concerned with that which does not deserve it. We must examine that which is beneath us. We must study that which we have no passion or motive for. We must diagnose the unwilling patient. We must substitute our greatness. The world was manifested in a down pouring of history and yet here now we must divert it and send it back around because the shape was all wrong. “Here on this piece of paper I will now perform a magic trick that proves the world wrong and me right.”
Now look here too at my hand held in the shape of a fist. Watch as it punches you in the face and removes your capital from your pocket and puts it into mine. I DRINK YOUR MILKSHAKE. You fools. You insufferable wastes. Put aside your books and play the fucking game. If you can’t find your way through the world perhaps it’s your blindness at fault. There is no need for a textbook if someone is interested in getting into the business of life. You must find out what your body and mind can bear and bear it on yourself or among your kind—whichever you can will yourself to command.
Everywhere I look in these texts all I see is empty eyed beasts of bile that spit and spew a venom that they will never admit to because they are cowards who hide in the cover of a simpleton’s ideology that disrespects art, beauty, god, children and love alike. Even if you predicted the end of capitalism you would never be able to stop it because you are a rodent that would be crushed under the first boot you ever found yourself beneath. What is a product about product? What is an ideology about ideology? What the fuck is dialectical materialism?
“The Marxian interpretation of reality that views matter as the sole subject of change and all change as the product of a constant conflict between opposites arising from the internal contradictions inherent in all events, ideas, and movements.”
This method is the most profound ugly I’ve ever known. It rests the totality of civilization, our human experience, on the supposition that it is all an artifact of it’s economic underpinning. This, they say, is the seed of truth; product, the life-process. And from the study and manipulation of that seed all contradictions in society can be resolved; poverty, inequality, starvation, hatred, mistrust, division. Apparently humanity needs to be babied and the Marxists are a perfectly qualified nanny; they’ve trained for seven years in the highest of this nation’s institutions and have been credentialed by this such board and that such organization and have now come forth to set the record of mankind straight.
I don’t know guys. I kinda just want a dick up my ass. You handle your problems and I’ll handle mine unless you’re interested in getting down?
“Although individual A feels a need for the commodity of individual B, he does not appropriate it by force, nor vice versa, but rather they recognize one another reciprocally as proprietors, as persons whose will penetrates their commodities. Accordingly, the juridical moment of the Person enters here. … No one seizes hold of another’s property by force. Each divests himself of his property voluntarily. … Each serves the other in order to serve himself.” - Marx
I want to barf. Have these people ever spoken to good Christian farmers? Are any of them fathers? Where is this submissive psychic energy coming from? What is in the minds of these people to be suggesting such a state of mass hypnosis? The absolute state of these people. It’s like they don’t even enjoy politics. These people are crazy. They’re not talking like human beings. They don’t think like human beings. They don’t act like human beings. What are these skin walkers doing on Planet Earth and why have we granted them citizenship? Communists have discovered the antithesis of charisma and they’ve figured out it makes the most charming collar for all the handsome young men and their fine little ladies to wear to the ball thereby infecting all the others with the parasite of our inevitable death.
A Cuddly Killer Whale
That’s the nicest way to describe these intellectuals. They’re kept inside their tank and they’re highly trained and know how to do all the academic tricks plus only perform when someone purchases a ticket or invites them over for drinks.
But that’s just for now.
You have to know this animal is a predator and it’s not happy to be caged. It’s quite excitable and itching for an opportunity to be set free. They themselves are perfectly mannerly but this is only the beginning of a deadly chain reaction.
They’re playing a deceptive game.
This is a mentality of cultural combativeness which creates an environment of cultural warfare which raises a generation interested in cultural revolution. Impressionable young minds are being hardened by this line of social conditioning.
Naive humans can be led into a life of pain.
The more effort we focus into the cultural battleground the more real the danger becomes; welcome to the magical materialism of sociology. The majority aren’t even aware of it’s coming. This is a bomb that the intellectuals arm independently.
Big brained idjits have responsibilities to consider.
Society can be disintegrated from within by smart-asses like them. This is the civilizational suicide button and the Russians already pushed it almost exactly 100 years ago. Is Eastern Europe looking good these days? How’s China? Just peachy. *I’d love to live there.*
If you can’t be satisfied by your job please, at least, accept God.
The Great Consolidation
Communism is a collapse of leftist intellectualism into totalitarian ideology. Pray to God Americans are too fat and happy for it to get violent. The Anti-racist movement is the most radical consolidating force currently in effect but technically all leftist activists are contributing to the erosion of spiritual freedom of anyone subjected to their coercion. If the incensed public were capable of rioting and mass revolt America would be doomed but luckily America has the right and they’re a very good bulwark against liberal insanity because law and order runs deep in their veins, hot in their blood, and a bit flush under the buzz cuts…so there’s that at least but what’s very possible and likely to happen is a soft collapse into socialism through the political center.
Overall this is just a really dangerous mix of insanity on both sides right now. Communism has never been more trendy amongst the liberal anti-fascist fashionistas plus right wing militias are frothing at the mouth because they feel aims being laid on the constitution and it’s amendments. This is what I refer to as the laws of cultural friction and the interracial relations ratchet. Here in the US we’re in a pretty damn good deadlock and the tension is rising. This is dangerous because the more we’re stuck the more energy the political extremists gain and we all know there’s a steaming mess of race resentment underneath this all and if this thing ever explodes that’s the exact opportunity that Communism needs to materialize.
A broken America is a revolutionary’s dream and increasing cultural friction and upping the race relations ratchet are the path to cracking America open. If felled the common people will become desperate for a way forward and if this destruction doesn’t bring the rich down with it…well then, welcome welcome violent revolt that law and order can’t oppose which will seek a stripping of private property that appears hopelessly and oppressively out of the reach of the impoverished lower classes. Perhaps America’s greatest ally all these centuries has been the staunchness of our conservative wing which proved itself so stubborn that it suffered the Civil War and is now rotting into the dirt, economically speaking, but still sticking to it’s guns. I just hope they keep themselves from total eradication; they’re the counterweight.
Because see how funny it is; the conservative narrative sees liberal cities as rotting into the dirt through mismanagement and lawlessness even though GDP shows the liberal cities to be the main reason the US isn’t in the dumpster right now. What’s producing the wealth of those cities? Corporations…ie the ultra wealthy. Uh oh. It would seem the rich are the main beneficiaries of the deadlock and the political system is merely self segregating itself and bracing from impact through increasingly partisan elections and mass migration. America’s cultural friction is nearing a historical peak that signals the coming of a historic event. If the current system shits itself and dies I can bet that it won’t get rebuilt exactly as it stood before.
They’re gonna make a bust out of me
We might need a trust-busting patriot to come along before it all falls apart.
I’m not talking about wealth redistribution; I’m talking about leaving the wealth local where it belongs because right now we’re being vacuum sucked into the urban centers and left to die in the dump by wealth concentrating corps. We’re not being killed by politics; we’re being killed by greed. And once the human spirit gets abused too much it will become angry, vicious and violent (as seen in the summer of black rioting).
We’re eroding civility, the ground beneath our feet, with our get-smart-or-get-fucked economic mentality. Hard times make for hard people. Don’t think this digital entertainment suppression can hold forever. The greater we depend on escapism the faster the world unravels and the torch fails to get upheld. The few have to work harder and there’s no one to replace them aside from the corps which are all too happy to extort.
The economics of America are in a dire straight leading to a conclusion.
Is that a risk you want to take?
Don’t be ignorant. Socialism is the doorstep of Communism and both of them are the son of Marxism. The Mensheviks broke bread with the Bolsheviks before they were eaten alive. The core belief is the same; the rich exist to oppress the poor. Capitalism is the enemy of both of them even if one is politely asking the pigs to strangle themselves and the other is holding a knife.
What’s going on in here? Why am I using so many -isms? Well because we’re talking shop over politics where the points don’t matter and humans are expendable. This is the business of trying to change the structure of society and it’s been a real roller coaster of a history. We have 330 million Americans that need food, shelter and water. Keep that in mind when you start talking about radical change. That number can drop like a rock.
Everything I’m writing reads like a freak show to middle America. I’m so sorry that I’ve had to expose you to the horrors of affluence. The girls in their parlors just love self degradation and getting in each other’s business. They make socialist realism look like the boy scouts. Girls are no joke. They’re all converting themselves into witches right now if you pay attention to social media and I don’t have to guess how far off from performative communism that is; Isn’t magic just so folk? Maybe I should buy some more artisanal craft products that make me look like a pagan social justice hottie.
(It’s really important to understand people’s particular blend of shallowness, stupidity, ignorance and waifishness.)
Recognize the Sale When it Bites You
There is a book that must not be named but it’s the most popular one and it’s takes a bold stance against the boogie-man and it’s proud to be taking part in the cause and shows how you too can can repent for your sins.
“Fucking cracker. I know what you did. I’ve seen thousands of you. I know how you live. Because I’m a cracker too.”
Wig comes off, record scratch, man on the side pops his head in, “What the fuck?”
Imagine using the word white (in the racial sense) 6.8 times per page in a book that pads itself with over one inch margins and a mere 6x9 inch frame. It’s a snug fit with most bibles but they really need to pump up their page count because as of right now there’s not enough humanity in these passages to keep a person awake. It needs to at least be hefty enough to bruise them when you smash them over the head for enacting white supremacy through indifference.
You’ll notice I’m constantly refusing the frost queen’s terms of engagement. That’s because anyone with a third eye can sense her frigid touch coming at them from across the cultural landscape and are fleeing into the dark of their rooms in droves, preemptively, to spare themselves the sense of suicide her witchcraft produces in them. She’s a blockhead, a mongoose, a predator of the most banal sort because she destroys anyone who has a spiritual sensibility on contact with her poison tooth.
She’s Judas—quite literally—a destroyer of worlds that doesn’t even have the awareness to know what she’s done. She’ll only ever get convicted of manslaughter even though she’s ruined us forever.
An unwitting betrayer—begging we join just to lead us straight to the wolves. There is no love inside of her. She’s either immune to the rape of the soul, surrendered to it or riding on top of it because being the ruler of hell is acceptable. There’s scary things inside her. Why is she so able to function and go on like that and why does she get to determine the parameters of people’s social & professional life?
I know what I do; I feel it out. What is she? I’m a friend of those who do things courageously. I don’t feel that in her. She presumes everything. She’s convicted herself and smears us with her sin in trying to consume us.
She lays out conditions of engagement that keep people cautious, uneasy and isolated from the backing of others who have qualms by sussing out people vulnerable her assaults that will dig themselves into holes she can trap them in. These are carefully designed procedures meant to keep the friction to their presence and duties at or near zero to facilitate the quick and easy insertion of their device into your rectum. They follow a philosophy of inherent vice and adhere to it like glue and that philosophy is as such:
You’re guilty.
I will rehabilitate you.
That’s the long and short of it because that’s what fits the order of presumptive wrong-righting. It’s a product that creates it’s own demand. A mongoose is a deadly weapon and as such it’s never given free reign, it’s life is supervised and approved of within it’s institution and social stratum; in making sure that her actions add up to the perfection of the system she has numerous citations as well as a panel of praise from other esteemed professionals. She’s been doing the good work and educating the public for twenty whole years! Imagine all the minds she’s molded. Incredible.
If there’s anything humans hate it’s being small. If there’s anything humans love it’s jumping on a train of empowerment that lets them swing swords. I do it myself as well, of course. But seeing the strength behind this head wind and the size of that fleet makes me fear I didn’t go far enough in talking down on them. The problem is so much worse than I have personal experience to inform. Just look at how much money and media attention they’re throwing at this hack. It’s insulting to human intelligence. My assessment of people is lowering for every week it stays on the bestsellers list.
Why can’t you buy a book that has at least one sentence of personality in it? What’s the point of being alive in a world like this? What happened to art?
I’m just ridden with worms for having comprehended the satanic rituals performed by her penitent character. We’re looking upon a person who’s made a career out of self flagellation; as have many white women. She exists within suffering as a basic supposition of her existence because she’s such a mosquito brain that it doesn’t bother her that much. Somehow cataloguing the gut reactions of hundreds of random uninformed Americans proves something scientific when sociology is a poisoned well and a political actor in it’s own right. She strips those people down to five words out of their mouths, herds them into a data slum and then concludes the American masses are bigoted by sheer magnitude of dismissive inference.
This book is the literal opposite of spirituality and turns out it’s corporate leftist America. I wonder how much better corporate conservative America is doing? (Fox News anyone? Second helping of parasite anyone? Take one for the road? FAMILY VALUES AM I RIGHT? Shit is delicious! Feed me poo poo.)
She’s clearly not a people person or even a live-and-let-live person so by my very scientific examination of her I’d say she needs a different line of work because she’s leaving a wake of destruction the whore of bablyon will never match (because the bible is made up). How these people never get the boot is beyond me. Oversight boards and the general public are just toothless patsy’s these days. Social etiquette doesn’t need fascist enforcement; it just needs a few slaps and nudges from peers and it definitely doesn’t deserve anyone crying wolf or faking injury over words in passing.
Humans are different? What! Social expectation is set by the participants? You’re crazy! Some people prefer edgy language? You need to see a therapist!
Personally, until I see genuine face to face anger I know it’s just junk mail plus a person with a fucked brain or a fucked life is doing the best they can.
Whatever a person cries over is true but they might be mistaking the source and I definitely never associate with people who can fake tears convincingly (psychopath).
Don’t mistake the ability to cry profusely in front of others for their feelings are more important/valid than those of other people. Different strokes for different folks.
Sensitivity is an important metric of social orientation and a core personality trait that’s getting itself stuck in the political crossfire. Some people can’t handle it, okay, but maybe don’t let them set the bar.
Blanket rules are dangerous and that’s why official documents like the bill of rights are mostly fundamental and very sparing and well justified with specifics. Good natured people tend to allow others their privacy.
Hot heads of fiery blood with a lack of strategic intelligence wantonly throwing themselves into the culture war don’t prove your cause is just. That only proves humans are human and some tend towards self-centeredness, mental ruts and stupidity.
Never speak to cops without a lawyer present.
Know who believes in kinship of the human spirit and who’s doing their job upon approval of their peers and building of their careers.
She presents straight jackets like they’re luxury condominiums (and they are because all the white girls are moving in). Being critical of people’s work isn’t racist. Maybe that person’s work sucks ass. Maybe that person is an insufferable bureaucratic nincompoop. She doesn’t know how to tell jokes because she’s a soul sucked corporate bitch that can’t read a room and somehow that extrapolates out to we’re all racist and we need to atone as a society. I would abide this corner of the world if it wasn’t intent on expanding it’s rule into my life. You aren’t a king of culture. You don’t own the one true frame of life. Here’s you as composed by me;
“I’m responsible for everything that ever happened before I was born. I don’t need to be educated on principle and thought; I need to bear the burden of the past’s evils and ensure that they’re amended not only in my own heart but around the company water cooler. Anyways—relatedly—the tap water is hard around here; must be why it’s hard to attract talent.”
Oh, lord…I would never date white women if they were all like you, GLADLY, JOYOUSLY, ENTHUSIASTICLY, PASSIONATELY. I would woo the world of color from yellow butthole to blackhole just to avoid the reminder of your puckered asshole. There’s a generalization that I’m more than happy to make for you. Lets take account;
My blood relatives: 100% white, no one ever dances at parties
My dick: the same, figures, no game
My friends: I have none, the white guilt got to me
My aspirational figures: 100% white, coincidence, they simply have more experience, losers are cringe
My dreams: I haven’t taken proper account but I can only guess whites are over-represented. I promise to give PoC equitable inclusion within my dream space
My dating pool: Christian Mingle is sounding better these days
My spiritual advisor: Fuck no would I ever listen to an old white fart channeling spirits, give me a cute brown guy or some zen fuck
A Two Party Solution
It’s funny how two parties are enough to solve most problems—including the brain which has two hemispheres. I will hereby propose that the world was technically already solved in the religious age with church and state. What I will suggest is a reinstatement of such a self correcting order but under modern standards that are tenable in a technological, interconnected and race-mixed/multicultural world.
I just dread the idea of a one party solution and that seems to be the siren song we’re drawn towards. We need those who are politically divested and others who are financially divested but altogether we need those who are spiritually invested. Intellect requires a shepherd for without such it becomes a child of anguish; more so than any it can lead itself astray and into places it can’t return from.
There is a simplicity and sureness of self that the foolish are lost from in the overwrought throes of criticism that destroy life itself. Sadly I can’t tell where or what I am. I’ve placed myself into this position all on my lonesome and for several years now. I could just as easily be one of the revolutionaries. It’s true that I have a hard time enjoying life these days.
I mostly spend all my days writing because I finally have myself in the groove and I’ve lost all sense of what it is to enjoy being a person lost in experience. The likelihood that I qualify as one of the Ketman is about 75% or higher. Actually more…a wiser person would stop walking down this road.
But maybe I’m training myself to become the world’s most prolific cult leader
But also maybe I’m going completely fucking crazy
But also maybe most likely
I’m bored
The Rift Between Me and You
It’s easy to tell when people of another path have been infected by the parasite because you feel the tingle in your spine before they’re even consciously registered. The interaction has been predestined for failure because they’re mortally bound to the material plane and can’t transcend the differences between our distant bodies.
It’d be hard to tell when people of your own path were infected if they weren’t so willing to offer theirs to you and so demanding that you ingest it. The beast demands purity through expulsion of the enemy from the lands of it’s conquest. If they can’t prove to their parasite that they’ve converted you their parasite will turn them against you.
We’re made to be alone by beliefs that don’t agree with the existence of others at their most basic supposition. Material is so expansive and unwieldy that should we dedicate ourselves to it’s practice we’d never be joined. Once in the spiritual everything is found to already be together. What is there to achieve when we’ve always known;
We’re born then live then die together. Whenever was there another?
The Final Solution
Living is the process of life itself becoming immune to you. Marx said it himself; first as tragedy then as farce. Life learns and then puts a lid on you. Not even your copycats can win because it remembers you. Marxism can’t win again, ever, you’re all phonies just like me. We’re shadows of the past. Great men can’t grow in these putrid soils. Life figured out how to keep us humble.
Observe the monkey’s paw; it starts life so wide open and dextrous, reaching for all it’s toys. Then it starts growing and learning and believing that it can hold, that it’s destined, so it becomes hard. It swipes and jabs and darts out but misses over and over until it’s grip starts to curl inward as it’s aggravation is wrenched into it’s tendons.
The years go on and the catch never comes so the fingers keep gnarling first into a claw then into a hook and that’s it’s one last chance to have all it’s ever wanted before it’s only a stubby fist and it’ll be left knocking at the door of death, “Please, open for me. Listen and find out. I have business that must be complete. I can offer you my life.”
Nothing more to say. Nowhere else to go. The monkey’s paw wilts in the silence and falls into it’s final repose across his chest. He looks to the ground and wishes for rest. Fading too low he thinks he hears the door crack. Death is there in it’s door. The winter wind wouldn’t dare set foot within nor would Death ever lay a finger on the living. Without a lull, perfectly posed, he dies by the sweep of the scythe.
“I only ask that you tear mine out before it begins to kill you. I cannot live for you. I cannot think for you. I cannot rule over you. I don’t care about you.”
- Geoffrey Bosserman