Winds of Change

The best time to think is while running. I try to run a mile at least 5 days a week. It's not only great cardio, but it's mentally stimulating. 

While on my run yesterday I was contemplating this idea that we somehow change with age. There is this notion that age equals change. But I don't agree with that. I still socially interact with people I knew before adulthood and they are the same people. 

While this may seem stupid to you, I think most people think they are somehow completely different people than who they were as a kid. 

Wiser? Sure.

Smarter? Absolutely.

More mature? Maybe.

But fundamentally different? Nah, not at all.

Do you disagree? 

Think back to your earliest thoughts of recollection. To the ideas that shaped you. Are they different?

Do the same things still create emotional responses?

Are you still a sore loser? Still have a passive personality? Still fantasize about hot summer nights and the radio?

Is that not the greatest Van Hagar Song of all-time?

You know it is. 

But back to change. 

Change has become this progressive idea. Progressive ideas are constructed to be positive. All progressive ideas encompass "change."

I've written about the ramifications of socially engineered "change" quite a bit. 

I've been an advocate of what I call the Reversion of Change, which I suppose is just the antithesis of progressive modernity (i.e. "conservativism"). 

But the progressives who preach "change" aren't just preaching political "change," they want fundamental existential "change."

They get off on manipulation and gaslighting. 

The Covid fiasco was a peak into their wet dream.

It's all about power. 

It's all about trying to get you to stare into the abyss and being convinced that it's paradise.

Imagine if we didn't have mass information systems.

You wouldn't know what tomorrow's weather is going to be.

You wouldn't know that men's souls could be trapped in women's bodies.

You wouldn't know that Beethoven was black.

You wouldn't know that anti-racist is just a codeword for anti-white.

And you wouldn't be reading my words well into the 23rd century.

Mass information systems don't just control your behaviors and actions, but they control your thoughts and beliefs. 

Like liberalism, it's the god of the godless.

Very early on in my intellectual enlightenment I came to understand the association of "change" and mass information systems. They are codependent. 

I wrote a critically acclaimed novel titled White Guilt on this very subject. 

It was published in 2009, and the accuracy of my "fictional" predictions is pretty amazing.

You should check it out.

Snowblind in Summer

You know what's cool about having your own creative digital space? You can come up with titles like "Snowblind in Summer." 

How cool is that?

I bet your mom wishes she was that cool.

Theoretically, that's what "Snowblind in Summer" means: an oblivious blog title that's cooler than your mom.

You know what else is pretty cool? This blog is being HI written for the historical accuracy of humanity, even though the future of humanity doesn't read blogs.

AI sure is bad at predicting the future. That's why relics like me are so important. I'm like a history book in 7D. In the future, all humans gotta wear shades. C'mon, Gemini. 

Anyway, back to the title. 

I remember this time I was stuck in a snowstorm in the middle of summer. It was an historic weather event of the time. The weather was doing all kinds of crazy stuff and people got this weird idea of human-induced "global warming," that later became known as "climate change," which then became politicized into some kind of weird anti-white talking-point for overweight single white females (SOWs) who knew absolutely nothing about meteorology. 

Of course, this summer snowstorm validated the weather as being anti-white, and the SOWs became convinced that the only way to fix the weather was to quit eating meat and for white people to stop breeding, while non-whites bred at unsustainable rates, due to the implications of white saviorism within the non-white world.

It was bizarre, indeed.

So, I'm stuck in a tent on a dried-up riverbank in a snowstorm in the Rio Grande Valley. It went from 105 to 15 overnight. There was 12' of snow. I couldn't even open my tent up. All I had was a pair of shorts. It was like that apocalyptic movie from the early 2000 with the guy that played in Brokeback Mountain:

After getting hypothermia in a matter of minutes, suddenly the temperature rose back to 90 and everything was back to normal. My hands and feet thawed out before any permanent damage was done, and I just cracked a beer and put on some Black Sabbath. I got the worst sunburn ever.

I thought about titling this piece "Snowblind in Texas," but I changed my mind cause I thought, "Everyone will think I'm copying WASP's song," then I realized that I was merging Black Sabbath's "Snowblind" with WASP's "Blind in Texas." 

But I already titled it, so that's that. All writers know that you start with the title then go from there. You can't change the title. It's like changing your underwear 30 minutes after you took a shower. Pure blasphemy.

I know this blog post sucks even better than you mom does, but at least you get to jam to some something better than the Geto Boys (although this year Halloween falls on a weekend):

Cheers!

Chapter 14: Insanity

Crazy is as crazy does.

I don't even know what that means. I'm just trying to be cool and say smart stuff. But once one realizes they are neither cool, nor smart, they are resigned to the acceptance of normalcy or insanity.

Which are you?

Maybe you disagree. Maybe you're just "humble."

Insanity is such a broad arbitrary diagnosis. 

What makes one insane? Is typing one's meaningless thoughts into an electronic contraption that records them for the future worthy of an inanity diagnosis?

What about pooping in the woods and then covering it up with leaves hoping a wild animal confuses it for buried treasure?

When I was younger I use to throw apple cores over the house into the woods that were behind my house. I would watch various animals eat the apple remains from my window. I wonder if these animals ever stopped to think where this food was coming from? 

Decades passed and I returned to the house and discovered a thriving "wild" apple orchard now existed where I use to chunk the apple cores.

It made me think about Plato's Cave. 

Anytime I think about allegories I always come back to the perception of truth.

I can't help but wonder how the owner of that wooded land thinks this thriving apple orchard came to be.

Or where the animals who ate the cores daily for years thought this delicious food source originated.

Before you say, "hey, wait just a minute, we are humans and we have the ability to reason, and squirrels, birds and bugs don't so your point is moot," keep in mind that many consider humans to just be naked apes. 

I remember one time a flea-infested cat showed up on my porch and I fed it. Did I do a good thing, or prolong it's misery?

If naked apes are animals with the ability to reason, why do you we ask questions that we already know the answers to? 

Aren't rhetorical questions a form of schizophrenia?

Furthermore, why do people ask questions that they know the answers to and expect you to lie to them so the "truth" doesn't hurt their feelings.

The only thing weirder than that is this blog post.

Hello Me, It's Me Again

Welp, here I am. Talking to myself and then transcribing it for the future to read.

Does the future still read? Hmm. I doubt it.

I know it's been awhile since I have wrote anything. My goal was (is?) to write more in 2026 on My Cousin the Carp than I have in any other previous year. 

I started out hot, but have since been frigid. 

That doesn't mean I've been exploring Antarctica, as Adrien de Gerlache did on the Belgica in the late 19th Century. It just means my writing has been colder than a witch's tit.

But that's alright. Nobody is perfect. Most goals aren't achieved. And the year isn't over yet. So don't give up on yourself.

Wait. Who am I talking to here? I'm playing poker and transcribing my thoughts simultaneously and have forgotten who my audience is. 

Oh, now I remember. I'm writing to myself so the future can know the mind of lunatic.

Isn't it kinda crazy how society devolved in the 20th century? I mean, in the realm of music, how does Geto Boys compare to Chopin or Wagner? 

I wonder how the Geto Boys would've faired on the Belgica?

Anyway, I just lost my poker game. I always lose at every game I play. This isn't a pity-party, it's so history knows that I was a loser.

But hey, it's not how you play the game, it's how you lose, right?

Was that the saying? I can't remember. I think it might be, "it's not if you win or lose, it's how you play the game."

Either way, whoever came up with that saying was definitely a loser.

All games are explicitly about winning and losing. Anyone who says anything different is either a liar or a loser. That "humble" crap is just narcissism. 

Speaking of narcissism, I've concluded that only a narcissist would label someone a narcissist. It's kinda like calling someone a "racist." They're both terms of projection.

I assume by the time the future reads this they will already know that. I mean, it's obvious. But unfortunately contemporary culture has become spellbound with inferiority by the satanic social engineers of the status quo.

Yes, that really happened.

Even though I don't know you, I hope you have an amazing day.

Full-Man Fights Half-Man

What in tarnation is this?

I mean, is the AI?

Why would a full-man fight a half-man?

What does the full-man have to gain from this?

Is this just about money or what?

Seriously. In what scenario does half-man win this "fight"? Like what does he do to win? Arm triangle?

I'm not even sure what to say here. I just wanted to make sure the future is given an accurate representation of history.

This "fight" will be reminiscent of slavery or the holocaust or something. The future just won't believe it actually happened. It'll be mythical. The only reason we know it's "real" is because full-man won. If half-man would've "won" then we could say it was AI or some kind of weird publicity stunt. 

But nope. Full-man just basically walked around to the back of half-man and put him in a choke hold.

This video should say: 

Warning: For entertainment purposes only!

Maybe that should be the new motto of this blog.

I think I'll just go back to day dreaming. I mean, day drinking.

Emotional Fragility

I was scrolling social media and saw that some reality show got "cancelled" because the host said an offensive word.

https://www.nbcnews.com/pop-culture/pop-culture-news/hgtv-cancels-rehab-addict-star-nicole-curtis-uses-offensive-racial-com-rcna258747

HGTV has canceled the home renovation reality series "Rehab Addict" after host Nicole Curtis made what the cable channel described as an "offensive racial comment" during filming.

I don't personally watch reality shows, or TV in general, so I don't really care about the show. But I find it so crazy that these "arbitrators of virtue" get so offended by words, while TV in general is pure filth from a moral standpoint. The plot of every show is sex, scandal, violence and crime.

It's no secret that these people in the television industry are satanic scumbags. Yet, they virtuously cling to morality by being openly anti-white.

I don't know what the lady said, nor do I care. But I assume it was something negative about blacks. 

Why can people not have a negative opinion about blacks?

Cancelling a show because someone said something "negative" about blacks doesn't make "arbitrators" virtuous; it makes them childish.

If anything this whole, "you better not say anything bad about black people cause it will hurt my feelings cause it might hurt their feelings" is coddling blacks as if they're children who can't handle being called a bad name.

I saw this meme the other day where some liberal white woman was saying how real ID is racist because black people can't figure out how to apply for it. And below was some smiling black guy saying, "lol oh really?"

This is the essence of "racism." It's virtue signaling by single white women and Jews, because at their core they are bad people who want to feel good about themselves.

If they would just put their faith in the Word of Truth instead of the "N word" they would find the hope they are missing.

God Bless!

Why Do You Drink?

Welp, I did it. I drank a 12 pack to celebrate the ending of dry January and I feel like shit.

You remember that old country song that goes something like:

Tell me Hank, why do you drink?

That was a real banger back in the day, wasn't it?

I can remember being in those Texas honky-tonks getting drunk and listening to music like this.

Y'all probably don't know nothing about honky-tonks. 

It's just another word for a country bar. 

I've pissed-out a pretty penny in many a honky-tonk listening to some country music.

Country music is the best. It's music for the soul. It's mostly about getting drunk over some woman. Who can't relate?

Remember this one?

You don't know nothing about no David Allan Coe. 

He was drunk the day his momma got out of prison.

I should be drunk while I'm writing this. Then I'd have an excuse for the poor content. It's pretty pathetic to crank out this kind of crap and admit that you're sober.

If you're still reading at this point, you definitely don't have ADHD. Maybe OCD. Or an elevated BAC. But, like, OMG! Who is your PCP? Do they prescribe TRT? Do they accept BTC?

See what I did there?

Pure genius.

I'm just rambling now. That's the cool thing about the autonomy of blogging. You can just type whatever you want. It's like your fingers have a mind of their own. 

Pure improve, I say.

I wonder if I was a rapper in a past life.

BRB.

Oh yea, I knew there was something I was getting at.

Why do you drink?