May you find what you are looking for

I asked what do I do and I still don’t have an exact answer. I am no prophet. I am not certain of the future, all I can do is extrapolate based on what I see around me. And what I see around me leads to me to believe the future is going to be a time of trial, uncertainty, harsh decisions and tough living, especially for the unprepared.

Our current society is very feminine. The future may be very masculine.

The US is now the Roman republic facing a crucial moment in history. It shall either become the next Roman empire, thus destroying the last remnants of the basis upon which the US was founded and wiping away the ever dying illusion of any power residing with the people, or it shall collapse due mostly to its own inertia and corruptedness.

When the Roman republic became the Roman empire it was due to fall but with any outside pressure Roman power was solidified into the greatest tyranny the world had ever known and would ever know up until the 20th Century.

The US appears to face outside pressure. The rise of Asia, the islamists inside the walls, bankers looting anything they can get their slimy fingers on.

Is Asia a paper tiger? Demographically they are in for a rough ride. Will Islam be defeated by feminism (tempt the women to unleash their hypergamic hamsters and no force can stop them). With the best and brightest of the West fleeing for new horizons, or contemplating it, will the US be undone by those it betrayed?

Our current war is economic though violence forever hovers at the fringes. When the guns and tanks of this modern cold war are nothing but ones and zeroes on banking computers controlled by a privileged few working behind the scenes, who can predict the outcome?

Prophets as I said, are hated. Truth tellers aren’t liked much better since the future is decided in the present and thus is an indictment of the present and the actions of those in the present.

[As an aside, forecasting the future effects the future. People react to a forecast of the future and take action based on that forecast, sometimes leading to a self fulfilling prophecy. The electability of Ron Paul is one such self fulfilling prophecy. Everyone says Ron Paul can’t win so you shouldn’t waste your time voting for him. If everyone acts on that forecast then of course he won’t win.

Similarly, if an economist predicts the economic will collapse and people follow his forecast and start hoarding money and making runs on the bank then stagnation followed by collapse is a possible outcome.

Who makes these predictions? Are they aware of the effect they have (cause following from predicted effect)? So, are these people really forecasting the future or are they trying to shape it? To what end?]

Nobody wants to hear doom and gloom, so don’t spread it unnecessarily.

Instead time to focus on the question of what is to be done?

Or rather, what do I do?

One thing must be readily stated: What matters is the individual and individual actions. Causes, ideologies, governments and so on are straws to grasp for those who are lost and without a strong sense of self.

Civilisation ought to suit humanity. Instead humanity is continually bent and broken to fit an unnatural civilisation. The effects of it are everywhere.

That dull look in people’s eyes, coping mechanisms: alcoholism, obesity, TV; depression and suicide; sex as the only time people feel human, or connect, or feel alive only at the point of orgasm. Alarm clocks, chronic lack of sleep, lack of exercise, burn out, lack of vigour, lack of life.

Always in shaping society the individual is lost. Any solution cannot be a top down approach. There is no such thing as a perfect society. One man’s utopia is another man’s hell. Do you imagine someone can plan the perfect life for you? Can you plan the perfect life  for another person? Imagine trying to do that 1 million times over, knowing that somewhere someone’s perfect life must be curtailed for another. How do you decide who takes precedence? How do you even compare, contrast and weigh happiness or preferences?

If the twentieth century has any legacy it is that planned societies do not work. The only approach is bottom up; individual action.

The best way to convince another person is through prolonged examples. Time, after all, is makes more converts than reason, especially when we live in an age of sophistry and emotion.

The action that can be taken is thus apparent; live your own life well. You owe that much to yourself.

Whatever your goal in life, there is one action you can take for others. Live your life so as to make them discontent with their own. That discontendness leads one to question their life and, if they have the strength, to change their life for the better. The more people who swallow the red pill and rebuild their lives to suit themselves instead of our dysfunctional matriarchy the better the future of prospects of the rest of society.

The pick up artist who leaves a legacy of broken hearts also leaves a plethora of clueless and jealous betas wondering how to be that man. The first step to being that man is to swallow a little of the red pill. For some, that is as far as it goes. For others, the truth of women’s base nature is only the beginning.

Being a player, three things matter. Health, wealth and freedom. The secret to good health is to escape the corporate feedlot and eat natural foods. Paleo is better. To do this, support your local farms. A small price to pay to be that old man banging sluts half his age while your contemporaries keel over with heart attacks in their wheel chairs.

The truth of wealth is that being an employee without your own source of independent income makes you a proletariat slave. If you have nothing to sell but your labor (no matter how good your suit) you are ultimately trapped.

And freedom is obvious. The more the government expands and attempts to limit your lifestyle the more you become, by necessity, wedded to the downfall of this matriarchal monstrosity.

[I am not talking about the feel good raising awareness of pink ribbons, status whoring bracelets or shitty Bono concerts but instead the raising of red pill truths, often subtly. A player’s very existence leads to the red pill. Game seems to the biggest precursor to the red pill.]

For the man who wants his own family, you have chosen the hardest path. So time to man up and grow a pair. You need the strength to turn your back on everything. You need the strength to trawl your way through pussy to find one worth mothering your children, and then you need the strength to devote your life to leading her and keeping her and making sure your family prospers.

Forget whatever old fashioned notions you were raised with. You need game. Hard core game. You need to know every single day that women are reflective and followers by nature. You need to shoulder the responsiblity that whatever happens may not be your fault but it is up to you to damn well fix it. So everyday you need to lead your woman and your family and keep the claws of the matriarchy out of them.

You also need economic freedom. If you want a family you need to provide what matters most. Time with their parents, a home education, a childhood worth having, and a sense of security. Move to wherever you think the best place to have kids would be. Smaller towns, crime free, where you can devote time, attention, and resources to raising the little monsters into passable human beings.

You need to be economically strong. The more sources of income you have, the better. The less you are tangled up with the system the better. Recognise that the secret is to accumulate wealth (which is more than currency) within the family unit.

To do this you need a woman who shares your values and vision. By the time you have accumulated the sort of wealth even needed to start a family you will probably be thirty or older. The importance of game here is paramount because your wife ought to be in her early to mid 20s, at the peak of her fertility. Don’t marry aging carousel dizzy cougars if you want the best shot at having healthy kids let alone having them raised well.

Essentially the future has three likely outcomes. Increased control, violent collapse or a peaceful collapse that is a return to a more distributivist society. The first two are more likely and the choice between them comes down to how suicidally greedy the government is and how complacent the people are.

A peaceful collapse, or rather, peaceful restructuring of society is possible. It can only happen through a bottom up approach, through men and women who want a future (i.e kids) becoming economically independent of the state, through a return to a redistribution of the bottlenecks of wealth more evenly amongst people.

This trend has began with homesteading and is why the government has declared such people domestic terrorists, began gun drawn raids on raw milk sellers, and is introducing agenda 21 legislation to control what people can do with their own land. This is why the government outlaws private (competing) currencies. MGTOW, frugality, location independence, the growing trend of entrepreneurship among the young are all part of this

The means of production more evenly distributed among the majority would lead to a freer market, one that does not need a government or corporate middle man. Communication advances mean buyer and seller can now negotiate without the interference of monopolies, whether they are global corporations or governments.

The less dependent any individual is on the Corporatist State monopoly the more of a threat that individual is.

The faceless peon who works a soul killing job to accumulate constantly devalued currency to spend on distractions from their empty lives, their only personal relationships full of resentment, gulping down mass manufactured garbage leading to chronic problems that need to be managed by cookie cutter healthcare that keeps your miserable existence going. The perfect citizen. The perfect consumer. Your life if you refuse to accept the red pill.

A return, in short, to a more distributivist, or free market economy is to starve the beast.

In a distributivist economy, where the free market was at its strongest and freest, wealth was accumulated among families. Families could mean extended families who had an economy of favors. Favors can’t be taxed and their valuation is not arbitrarily decided by how much bankers decide to inflate the currency but by what those involved feel is a good turn.

This cannot be regulated, organised or set up. It has to come about spontaneously, agreements reached between individuals. Value determined by each party at the point agreement is reached.

Families accumulated wealth for the future; for their kids. Demographics matter. Before the rise of Corporatism families raised kids, not daycare, schools or the government. Kids learned that reliance and trust went with blood, friendship and honour. Relationships that created bonds threatening to the Corporatist State and thus were undermined.

Demographically its these kids, the next generation of home schooled red pill kids, who will reap the benefits of our benevolence our suffer our short sightedness.

I see an undercurrent of pent up anger, of desperation waiting for a spark. We are in a calm before the storm. Everyone senses something is wrong but no one dare name it publicly. Everybody is trying to raise awareness because no one dare take action. To take action is to open yourself up to vulnerability, to being a target, a worse to finding no one stands with you. We are a spark away from a revolution but who wants to be that spark?

It’s a prisoner’s dilemma situation. The alternative is to withdraw. You don’t need to destroy this sick society. You only need to realise that you, and people like you, are what holds this sick society up. Through your actions you tacitly support the beast which is raping you and pillaging your future.

Choosing to turn your back on all this and getting others to do the same will just as effectively bring it all crumbling down. Why stand in front of tanks when you can convince all the tank mechanics to let them fall to bits?

As you age your goals in life change. Right now I am young man and I want to enjoy life. One day my goals my change. Always better to keep your options as open as you can.

Finally I can answer, what do I do? Or rather, what am I doing?

My goal is currently pursuing my passion with short term gratification on the side.

I am reducing the hold the system has on me, reducing my dependence upon the state and upon major corporations.

I am also trying to incorporate basic diligence about security and anonymity into my routine. One day I may come to the attention of the authorities or be wanted for some trumped up crime (maybe I forgot to take some ONS to breakfast) and if that day comes I will be more prepared than not. I have seen people falsely convicted. No thanks.

I do not eat the feedlot swill and I protect my health as best I can.

I do not partake of a soul killing job for a paycheck to blow on escapist entertainment so I can forget my daily drudgery for a moment.

I spend time pursuing my passion, which I neglected for a long time to try and walk the blue pill path, struggling against my soul the whole time.

I am relearning game and I am devoting my life to myself.

I am constantly trying to improve myself.

I have not ruled out a family or future some day so I keep my options open.

I keep aware of what is going on lest I awake one day to find myself trapped within a police state.

I live my life is an example to others. In person I rarely mention red pill truths unless asked. Every person who asks my advice though is subtly introduced to red pill thinking.!/2012/10/welcome-to-fema-corps-citizen.html

“Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both.” – Benjamin Franklin

“Educate and inform the whole mass of the people… They are the only sure reliance for the preservation of our liberty.” – Thomas Jefferson

“It will bring a mark of everlasting infamy on the present generation – enlightened as it is – if we should suffer them [freedom and Constitution] to be wrested from us by violence without a struggle, or to be cheated out of them by the artifices of designing men.” -Samuel Adams

““If liberty means anything at all, it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear.” -George Bernard Shaw

Captain Capitalism points out that economics and the manosphere are but different sides of the same coin; the eternal battle between those who want to be their own masters and those who want mummy, in whatever form, to run their lives. Free Northerner asks what can we do, for to stand idly by is to seal our own fates.
If history has one lesson worth heeding it is that liberty is always eroded and government encroaches until it reaches a point where men who crave to live their own lives are forced to react. Are we of the manosphere unexpectedly and against our own wants forced to be such men?

The Captain notes that he was led to manosphere truths by studying economics, thus revealing their intersection at the issue of freedom.
The red pill is a bitter, slow acting anti hallucinogen that slowly removes conventional wisdom delusions, starting with the one you consider the most obviously suspect.
Yet the more red pill you swallow the more truth you are forced to accept. For many it becomes too much. Their entire world falls apart and they cling for solid ground, choosing some arbitrary basis of blue pill delusion to hang onto and rebuild their life around. These are the ones who know game but refuse to accept any other red pill truth or the ones who have found the reality of our feedlotted existence but refuse to examine their assumptions about the rest of the conventional wisdom they were raised on.
Many are so dependent upon blue pill reality that they will rage and fight to maintain their delusions rather than admit the reality their own eyes daily behold.
For those who continue to take the red pill you enter free fall, with every truth you took for granted falling away; your entire world crumbling, desperately searching for something to hold onto. As Free Notherner notes, its all connected. The rabbit hole goes so deep that it seems endless, that you will never find any truths to cling to.
I am no revolutionary and certainly no prophet. I am a hedonistic bastard, interested in my own freedom and graitification. Yet everywhere I turn the yoke of authoritarianism tightens. It has many guises; feminism, environmentalism, agenda 21, the war against terrorism, the war against drugs, compulsory health care, all of which lead to somebody else trying to run my life for me.
My health is destroyed by lab cooked experiments that pass for food on the supermarket shelves, my debaunchery is increasingly outlawed and socially conedemned (expanded definitions of domestic abuse, female regret becoming rape), my future is becoming bleaker with any attempts to secure wealth being undermined by government policies (lets hyperinflate the economy for shits and giggles), stolen by bankers (Barclay’s is only the tip of the iceberg), given to others (affirmative action) and if I wanted one, there is no chance I could have a marriage and family in the US.
I am a single young man, the greatest force on the planet, and I waste my time on my own pleasures while the noose tightens that will ensure my inescapable slavery.
I started off learning game because of my failures with women. That led me, kicking and screaming to self improvement and to the red pill. What began as hedonism ends with the realisation that my actions, multiplied by others, may affect the course of history. In short, short sighted hedonism is a trap, a way of enslaving myself and future men in the matriachy.
What then do I do?

Her price is far above rubies

WARNING: The following is NSFW, true as best I can remember it, and disgusting.

It was around 2 in the morning, an unseasonally hot night. Patrons crammed into the establishment, sweaty bodies lubricating the gutteral atmosphere of raw sexuality and suppressed violence. Human nature at its most animal. Pretentious music, gaudy outfits, over priced drinks.
I was due for my break. She was short, almost pixie like, wearing a simple white dress with a brown belt. Blond hair tucked behind elfin ears. A slight dusting of freckles on her nose. Not a tattoo in sight. Only her ears pierced.
Whenever there had been a lull at the bar she had sought me out for a quick chat, shouted over the annoying background hip hop. Snippets I can still recall. She was single. It was her first time at this club. Dragged in her new friends. She had just started studying to be a kindergarten teacher. Barely eighteen. She looked so lost, helpess, and young; so feminine, amongst this sea of drunken carnality.
I caught her eye. My eyes flicked to the clock then back to hers. A hand clapped down on my shoulder and spun me around. My housemate, one of the bouncers and the man who found me this job. Like so many in this place he didn’t belong. The most sensitive eyes, the eyes of an artist. In another lifetime he would be a philosopher or a poet. In this life he is just another man without a future.
“Here’s the key for the office Tom.” He yelled in my ear, slipping something into my hand, “Blondie has been waiting for you to fuck her all night.”
I looked over at the diminutive damsel sipping her drink self consciously and staring at her drunken friend grinding against a chisel jawed jock.
“Are you sure? She looks so innocent.”
“Tom when are you going to learn. Trust me mate. Do it for America.”
I looked over at her little lithe form once more. The clock was close enough for my break, so far as I cared for this job.
As I walked towards blondie, trying to imagine what she looked like beneath that demure dress, she turned and her eyes caught mine. She seized my hand, lust in her eyes.
I led her out of the main bar and through the hall. It was quieter here, enough to attempt a genuine conversation yet I had no words. No words were needed.
The office was up the stairs at the far end, beyond the VIP floor. A tug on my hand. I looked back and she was slipping into the disabled toilet, pulling me with her. I tried dragging her out but she was insistent and sex was sex where ever it happened.
Shrugging, I entered the toielt and found her sliding her panties down. SHe threw herself at me and I stumbled backwards from surprise as she shoved her tongue down my throat. Her hands worked furiously at my belt buckle.
Something was wrong. I knew it then. A nagging feeling that I ingored. I reached behind me and locked the door as her hands played with my erection. I felt the irritating texture of a condom.
She moved backwards and turned around, bending over the toilet bowl and grabbing the rim for support, presenting herself to me.
“Now.” She gasped, her voice a plea.
The stench. That was what was wrong. It reeked in here. The smell of feces, urine, vomit, stale alcohol, second hand smoke, vomit. I looked at her shaved pussy, moist, begging beneath her firm ass.
I went balls deep. She squealed, arching her back. I thrust again and she stuck her head in the toilet. I nearly puked. Passion raging through my veins, still hard, I pulled out and backed away, pulling my pants up and fumbling with the door lock.
She turned her dripping head t me, staring at me with tender, hurt eyes. She looked like she was about to cry. Her mascara had started to run.
A good girl. On her way to becoming a school teacher. Someone’s daughter, sister, maybe a wife and mother in the future and her fetish was scat.
I saw her again a few days ago. She was walking down the street with a proud peacock of a beta on her arm. He was grinning widely, showing off his beautiful prize. Did he know her secret turn on? Did he enjoy that sort of thing? Did he only go along with it because at least he got to have sex with a girl beyond his league? Was that a side of her that she kept bottled up, unleashed only by alcohol?

“Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies.” — Proverbs 31:10

Of boiled frogs legs and other food for thought

People never really believe the world changes. Intellectually they may know the world is different from the way it was 1000 years ago, 100 years ago, even ten years ago but despite that people always believe tomorrow will be the same as today, and the next day much the same as today and so on. They may be of the impression ten years will be different, but when ten years has passed it will have been as a bunch of tomorrow’s and the world will have changed gradually without the person really being aware it is changing, since they are still waiting for that one single day they wake up to an obviously different world.

There is a similar error of thinking in Climate Change; people believe, deep down, that the world’s climate change. They view the Earth as a static model. The truth is that the planet is constantly changing, swinging between ice ages and warm periods depending on various factors.

The question never asked is should the Earth stay the way it is or should it be constantly changing? Only once that question has been asked and the effects of non man made variables controlled for can we even ask the question how much, if any,* affect has man had on the climate?

Good luck modelling something so complex!

Caught up in the whole climate change debate is of course the assumption that the way the planet is now is the way it ought to stay forever. A second assumption is that humanity has the right to determine what the climate ought to be.

This inability to understand that the world is constantly in flux, that the current way the world is may only be temporary, is found even more heavily in economics.

Climate modelling and economic modelling are very similar, both attempting to draw causation from the data of a complex system.

The idea of equilibrium features heavily in economics. Briefly, a closed system tends toward equilibrium. An open system, such as economics, tends toward equilibrium both on its macro scale and its many minor scales (supply and demand), yet it is constantly upset by external factors which prevent equilibrium from being reached and forcing the system to readjust itself and aim to tend towards equilibrium again.

This interference in the tendency toward equilibrium (and the inability of the economic system to actually reach it) lead to instability in the marketplace. Instability is uncertainty. Uncertainty is insecurity.

Promising to remove that insecurity is how Communism always promotes itself. Without that insecurity, that instability, the world would be static, unchanging. We would continue in that mold until outside factors interfered (such as resources shortages, alien invasion etc).**

Is the global climate in equilibrium?*** If not, then outside forces affect it. Is the solar system in equilibrium? The galaxy? The universe? If nothing can be outside the universe, then what upsets its equilibrium?

Maybe the universe has been tending toward equilibrium since it began?

If so will that be the end of universe? To achieve an unchanging state, an equilibrium ad infinitum? A heat less amount of rocks going in the same fixed orbits forever?

The death of the universe sounds like the dream state of Communism/Socialism/Statism. An unchanging society, everybody going through the same motions forever. Human society without cycles.

Civilisation, after all, has cycles. An empire lasts approximately ten generations between its rise and fall. By historic measures the Western empire (of which the US is the head) is due to collapse. Many acknowledge its decline, but do they really believe it?

Intellectually they may be able to read the signs but do they still believe tomorrow will be the same as today? Ten years the same as today? What of fifty years? More importantly, do they live their lives with this in mind?

For those of you still skeptical that the world changes without you noticing, ask a German in the 1920s if they would believe that in less than twenty years they would be at war with half the world?

Ask an American in the 1920s if they’d be homeless and starving in less than ten years?

Ask a Russian in the 1880s if in less than forty years they would live through political collapse, war, famine and end up under the yoke of the greatest totalitarian dictatorship the world has ever known?

Ask an American in the 1990s if in less than 10 years their government would be detaining people indefinitely, and in less than twenty they’d be assassinating American citizens?

10 years from now, what will you wish someone could have asked you?

* Chaos theory, butterflies and all that lead to supposition that everything on Earth affects the planet’s climate in a constant feedback.

** Actually, we would be changing, but very slowly. Human nature being what it is greed, a new religion, apathy or some other uncontrolled factor would serve to slowly change the world over many generations.

*** Is Mars?

Most of these people are not ready to be unplugged


When I envisage men going their own way it is from a broken society and toward a life of their own making. It is not the philosophy of the omega but the philosophy of the adventurer, the builder of civilization, the sigma; of men.

Society is women. It is the tribal women sitting around endlessly chattering while the men get on with hunting, fishing, or farming.

Society is the women’s network

Society is reality TV all TV

Society is celebrity worship

Society is subjective; truth depends on emotion; emotion upon sophistry

Society is social media

Society is other people’s (read women’s) approval

Society is working 50 hours a week to buy your wife a house and car whilst she gets fat (and if you are lucky she divorce rapes you)

Society is fear of pissing off women – you all know they hold the real power in our matriarchy.

If that is society I can turn my back on it and feel I have gained something.

Civilization is men taming the world, themselves and to some extent women (or rather strong men putting mechanisms in place to keep women in line since weak men can’t do it themselves).

Civilization is where ever a man starts shaping the world to his benefit. Civilization is repeatedly destroyed by parasites and yet it survives in the great works of history, in the great men standing in the face of history and daring to be more than an animal, and in every man today who is willing to build his dream.

Where ever I go, whatever adventures I find, challenges I face, people I meet, I know that the seed of civilization is contained in my soul, in my ability to shape the world as I see it, in my willingness to believe that life is something you decide.

Not all people are bastards

It is easy to fall into the trap of thinking that all people are different breeds of mongrel. The world is going to hell, everywhere you turn stories of bastards being bastards make headluines.The manosphere is not immune, there are countless posts on what bitches women are and the assholes men are.

The view that people are bastards is constantly reinforced because those who run the world and almost always have run the world and probably almost always will run the world are bastards. It takes a special kind of bastard to go into politics.

Those who crave power over others, who seek notoriety, and love manipulation are often the worst examples of humanity, yet they are often the ones who make history, the 6 0’clock news, and inspire the most blog posts.

People who are content, happy and not completely fucked up are busy living their own lives and they seldom make history or headlines.

Some examples occasionally survive such as Sir Thomas Moore or Nancy Wake.

The tendency to believe bastardry is such a universal trait is due to selective interpretation

Take the Millgram experiments. Despite what you are constantly told not all went along with it. Some people (approximately 35%) had the strength to stand against authority and chose to follow their own conscience. Yet, all you ever hear is how everyone would torture another because someone in power gave the order. Why is the third of participants with the strength to disobey never mentioned?

Or take the bystander effect…a piece of bullshit journalistic sensationalism. Kitty Genovese was murdered in a dark stairwell. She was attacked ber her killer earlier in view of several buildings containing thirty eight witnesses. One witness dialed police, another yelled out at her attacker and scared him off. Police knew the area as a trouble spot thanks to a nearby hotel and ignored the call. Kitty herself continued walking on, one more drunken woman with a jerk boyfriend in an area that sees this stuff every weekend.

An hour later her attacker returned and stabbed her to death in a dark stairwell where no one was watching. Yet some asshole journalist didn’t even bother fact checking and wrote his bullshit piece, creating the myth of the bystander effect. It took over thirty years for someone to do the footwork and uncover the actual truth.

What of the rule of thumn? Proof feminists can’t even take a bad pun even if one of their own makes it. In the uncivilized 18th Century a judge said that back in the uncivilized 15th Century a man could beat his wife with a stick no bigger than his thumb, but he could not find a case backing that up. Still, everyone knew people back then were so uncvilized and everyone beat their wife, just like today everyone knows that back in the uncivilized 18th Century every man beat his wife…wait what?

More examples and istances abound. From every person who helped Jews escape Hitler, to every devout man who refused to renounce God under torture, to every soldier who has shown mercy against orders, to every man and woman who lived a decent, honourable life, their time on this world as feelting as their legend. To every parent who raises their kids well, every person who stands by their word, or fights an unwinnable fight, who does not yield no matter the pressure.

In this time of decay it is more important than ever to remember that not all people are bastards.

Servile State 2: The Problem of Capitalism

The previous post on this topic:

To read the Hilaire Belloc’s The Servile State free online:

Capitalism is irrevocably unstable. It is only a transient state on the road to a more permanent societal structure. The inherent instability of Capitalism comes from the history of Western Civilisation.

The slow won political freedoms in England coupled with the economic freedoms bought on by the egalitarian mindset of Christianity, which lead to the forming of guilds and the abolishment of slavery,* which led to the wealth being more evenly accumulated among the English people and created a unique social structure which England passed onto its colonies and whose basis forms modern Western civilisation.

This social structure began to change over a hundred years before the Industrial Revolution, where the means of production and capital once more started to return to increasingly fewer and fewer hands, leaving more and more of the population with nothing to rely on but their labor.

This trajectory was accelerated by the Industrial Revolution.

Since the early twentieth century the problem of a politically free people with decreasing economic freedom has been known.

Our laws are based on the idea of free citizens. An unwritten assumption is that property is something everyone has and they therefore can contract as economically free agents.

Further, to quote from Belloc** “As a fact, of course, Capitalism cannot proceed to its own logical extreme. So long as the political freedom of all citizens is granted [the freedom of the few possessors of food to grant or withhold it, of the many non-possessors to strike any bargain at all, lest they lack it]: to exercise such freedom fully is to starve the very young, the old, the impotent, and the despairing to death. Capitalism must be kept alive by non Capitalist methods, great masses of the population who would otherwise starve to death; and that is what Capitalism was careful to do to an increasing extent as it got a stronger and stronger grip upon the English people. Elizabeth’s Poor Law at the beginning of the business, the Poor Law of 1834, coming at a moment when nearly half of England had passed into the grip of Capitalism, are original and primitive instances: there are to-day a hundred others.”

And now, in the twenty first century, hundreds more welfare laws and how many more to come?

On the other side we have the undermining of political freedom where monopolies, price fixing and corporate conspiracies, all ignored or encouraged by the Courts, which robs a man of his ability to compete and thus pursue his economic freedom.

What good is the vote if you are starving to death?

Freedom, after all, is another word for insecurity. Many people, at the bottom of it all, want security.

Thus the problem of Capitalism, put succinctly is:

‘1. The means of ownership of production by a few

2. The freedom of all.

Thus the solution is to remove either of those two, or both.

People will not willingly and knowingly give up political freedom unless they are desperate, so the obvious problem is what to do about the means of ownership in the hands of a few?

Either the means of ownership can be in the hands of many, which is Distributivism or in the hands of none, which is Communism.

In the next post we will go through these two options, and the seemingly inevitable outcome, and explore them in depth.

* Slavery by any name is still slavery, whether it is convict labor, indentured servitude, serfdom and so on

** p.89

MGTOW v MRA V Game V Christianospherists v Acronymists…

SFTU with all the labelling. Research has concluded that internet usage breeds aspergy anal retentiveness. Stop trying to categorise, label and pigeonhole everything. That said, this is how I see it all:

MGTOW: Those who are withdrawing from society because they know it’s a bad deal. Some of them are withdrawing from bothering with women too. Those who not are also gamers.

Game: Its game, not game theory (that’s math). Game (capital G) is Roosh et al and it is a lifestyle of chasing pussy. It was pioneered by Ross Jeffries, later Mystery and so on. It looks to be on the decline.

game (little g) is just men learning the truth about women (or as much truth as is necessary, the whole truth of women would drive any man to suicide) and treating women accordingly. It is a tool, not a lifestyle. You can be (insert x here) and game women just as you can be (insert x here) and run marathons without building your entire life and identity around it.

MRA: Men who have been screwed over by society and know women have it better. Women have always had it better and always will. That’s life.

MRAs may have genuine grievances and legitimate and just causes, but frankly, no one gives a damn. Life is not fair. Part of life is that humans are an animal and have animal instincts. In many species weak males stir deep revulsion in females, contempt in formerly weak males and barely a glimmer of sympathy among other weak males, and humans are one of those species.

Women have feminism because they bitch and moan and whine and other women side with them and most mediocre males bend over and take whatever women want them to take for the mere whiff of potential pussy.

Men are expected to be strong, stoic and to get shit done and not whinge about it. Sorry MRAs (and I truly mean this), no matter how righteous your causes, on a visceral level you are doomed to failure.

Alt Right: Basically right wingers (WTF does that even mean in contemporary context?) who distance themselves from mainstream right wingers (who are just reactionaries to leftist nonsense). An incoherent political stance that sometimes wants more government intervention to solve our problems and sometimes less. Indeed, alt right may be best characterized as a reactionary movement to a reactionary movement.

Libertarians: Misnomer. Often nothing more than corporate shills, especially those who support the Libertarian party.

Christian/Orthosphere: Christians who have discovered how PC the Church is. Caught between the truth og the manosphere and whatever the Church says.

The manosphere: The great resurgence of philosophic and modern thought…or rather a loose connection of blogs that link incestuously to each other with no clear boundaries that covers everything from personal development to economic forecasting and includes all the above mentioned categories.

Is there anyone I forget? Is there someone I didn’t piss off? I can remember back before Ferd, when Roissy was just Roissy in DC, before there was a manosphere, which is why I say to stop bickering and take what you need, don’t try to conform to any label and get on with living your life. Arguing over who is in what clique is for high school girls.

N.B. This was wrote as a commentary to Roosh calling out MRAs and the ensuing storm. I forgot I had written this and found it lying on my computer demanding to be posted before it becomes ancient history.

Spoiled cider and brewing spirits

Alkibiades seems to be very agitated by yet another female high school teacher fucking the young boys under her tutelage. Yet no one really gives a damn.

I venture to hypothesize that the corollary to the natural order of older men pairing with younger women is younger men cutting their teeth on older women. Hence, this is a return to the natural order.

Regardless, the reason no one gives a damn how many female high school teachers fuck high school boys is that no one is jealous. Neither high school boys or female high school teachers are in their sexual prime.

When a male teacher fucks the sweet sixteen princess the wrath of shrivelled up crones and emasculated betas descends in a rain of neutered whine. Sixteen year old girls are just entering their sexual prime; their hottest years. So too men hitting their thirties are just entering their sexual prime.

The instinctive rage shared by over the hill women and sackless herbs is but the manifestation of jealous, hatred born out of the fear of inadequacy.

No one cares about the female high school teacher who has hit, or is about to hit, the wall. And no one gives a damn about developing young men yet to hit their peak.


I was not aware of just how big the undercurrent of anger was among young men. I used to be one of them but now I look back and I can barely remember that mindset, though the world has changed (except for the worse); I have changed.

I’ve done my time as a nerd and a loser and an outcast. All through high school and my first two years of university.

I have done my time being angry at the world; hanging out on internet raging about the world; posting away long lonely nights on /b/

I have wasted cold nights dick in hand jacking off to fetish porn; each stroke further digging the deep hollow with in my soul; the bliss at the end giving way to existential despair and gut wrenching loneliness.

I have done my fair share of reading the manosphere; of reading pick up sites even before there was a manosphere

I have done my time hating the world and hating women.

And one day, I said thats who I want to be; thats not me. But it was me. So I had to change.

I have clawed my way up, turned myself around through that anger and I have improved myself through constant struggle.

I had my first kiss and first fuck on the same night. I was nearly 23. She was drunk, fat and ugly. I felt a mix of relief, shame and pride. The highest point in modern man’s life. I became a budding pick up artist and I banged hotter women. I was called a late bloomer.

I was not a late bloomer. I was lied to about everything, sold bullshit and ate every word of it, begged for more.

I have a degree I’ll never use, debt that will take me years to pay off (if ever, it seems somedays).

I have staggered out of the fog of illusion and grasped half truths, used them to make myself into something who looks at the old me with disgust, with shame. But I was finally amounting to something.

I’ve had life take everything I hadm everything. Everything I had strived for, had spent two years building, two years sof sweat slowly turning my life around only to have it snatched away.

I have known depression and I have contemplated suicide.

I have started off worse than I was, worse than I thought possible.

I have been without money, I have counted every cent I owned, counting the day to pay day.

The measure of a man is the size of his struggle, not his accomplishments.

Mine has been big, it still hurts to think about, but I am on the path to greatness again, stronger, smarter and more determined.

There are many who have had it worse than I, whose struggle is more and yet it is invisibile.

Our struggle is one of apathy, cluelessness and hopelessness.

Those who do not give over to either.

1. Lonely nights spent jacking off to increasing sickening porn, trolling forums and feeling dead inside

2. Anger. Anger at everything. Use that anger. Decide what you want, what you deserve then go and get it.

I want one thing above all. Freedom. I want to be no one’s bitch and I want no one as my bitch. I don’t want bosses and I will only take employees reluctantly (if ever hopefully). I don’t want bureacrats and governments and do gooders running my life and I don’t want to have that power over others.

I want to watch sunrises, meet interesting people, leave my works to outlive me, explore new places and experience new things. I am even still hopeful enough to consider a family…

In short, I am my own man and I am going my own way. I need nothing from society, of twittering masses, mindless entertainment, tax theft, and nanny states.

I am the type of man who will consequently bring society down. Men like me, you, us who realize that we don’t need to maintain a monstrosity not worth maintaining but can pursue adventure, art, women, excitement and leave our mark a myriad of different ways; societies expectations be damned.

I’ve been angry, jaded, depressed, borne insults, ridicule and condescension. I’ve fought and I’ve struggled only to lose everything once more. But I’m still here.

Society only survives through our consent, through our keeping it going. We are the cogs and wheels and gears. If we live our own lives instead the machine of civilisation will fall apart.

From that we, the young men of today, may be the rebuilders of a new civilisation.

But first we must survive. Society is failing, governments are becoming totalatarian, the economic house of cards is propped up by cotton balls, violence is seething beneath the placid surface.

I have another sixty years (hopefully) left before me. In that time I expect to see wars, civil unrest, economic collapse and depression, possibly governments overthrown or else totalatarian descent, maybe even civil war.

I could be a fighter, a resistor. Maybe I’m just talk and quick to flee. Rich one day and starving the next. A man with a harem or a man with a family.

Al I know is that I must survive. And deep down I am a survivor. I’ve been tested; the more life kicks me around the more determined I become.

To survive these times though is different. Someone hits you, you hit back. You get sick, you do everything you can to get better. Your house gets knocked down, your crops die and your wife runs off then you you rebuild, replant and find someone worth hanging onto instead.

But today our challenge is to survive this existential crisis, this calm before the storm. We live in a society where everything, from TV to food to tight jeans spa of us our vitality, where ambition and achievement seem pointless and out of reach, where conformity is so pushed, where hardwork is heart breakingly futile.

We can see or define, taste, touch  or smell what is killing us, grinding up our souls. We can barely sense it; that pervading hopelessness. But we can rage against it, for what else is to be done?

Live! Live for yourself, your family and those worth giving a damn about. Do your own thing, go your own way. Survive, thrive and stand fast as the world around you crumbles. Don’t give into hopelessness. Take that anger and use it.