Allow My Distractions to Distract You

 A wise man once said, "One's quality of life is co-dependent upon the quality of their distractions."

Those of you who are familiar with my TV viewing habits, know that I adhere to what I like to call the "Reality TV trinity," which is First 48, Jeopardy and UFC. Excluding those, I rarely use TV as a distraction. But, there are always exceptions, and last night I watched a true crime documentary and a movie, back-to-back, which is almost unheard of for me. Not so much because I'm so anti-TV, but mostly because my ADHD won't allow it.

First up was this rather disturbing documentary on Netflix titled Maternal Instincts:

If you've ever wondered about psychopathy, the woman in this show highlights it to a T. She is a sick, sick individual. She is such a compulsive liar that she comes to believe that she can murder a woman, cut her baby out of her stomach, and pass it off as her own. It's a bizarre story that epitomizes "truth is sometimes stranger than fiction." 

It's easy to watch this kind of stuff and be like, "How in the hell could someone fall for this crap?" But when you watch the show, you can definitely empathize with the fella who got gaslighted by the psychopath. I mean, who thinks someone is going to lie about being pregnant, fake the pregnancy for 10 months, then go kill someone and cut out their baby to save face?

If you have an hour and a half of free time, access to Netflix and like true crime documentaries, then this is a highly recommended distraction for you.

Up next is a movie. 

Now, look, I don't really watch movies at all. Particularly comedy/romance type flicks, but Midnight in Paris is actually worth wasting an hour and a half on if you're just looking to be distracted.

I came across this movie while reading an article about Gertrude Stein, whom I was unfamiliar with. Stein was portrayed in the movie as an eccentric art critic/collector and writer in 1920's Paris. She rubbed shoulders with the likes of Hemmingway, Picasso, Fitzgerald and others.

The movie itself was rather interesting, and quite enjoyable if I'm being honest. The main character, Owen Wilson, is a writer struggling with the golden age fallacy (thinking a different era is better than the current one), and every night at midnight he would travel back to 1920s Paris and interact with many of the greats of the era. 

Wilson is initially is picked up by F. Scott Fitzgerald and his wife Zelda. They go to a bar and he is introduced to Ernest Hemmingway. Eventually, he meets Stein, and she and Hemmingway reviewed the manuscript for Wilson's book. He also had a brief romance with Picasso's fictitious mistress, Adrian, who ultimately enabled him to see the flaw in his golden age fallacy when they travel back to the late 1800s and she refuses to return to the 1920s after they go to the Moulin Rouge and they meet Toulouse-Lautrec, Gauguin and Degas, even though all three of them agree that the Renaissance age is the best era. 

All-in-all, an excellent distraction that doesn't even require a streaming subscription, as it can be seen for free on Tubi. And, it's only an hour and a half long, so if you have ADHD like me, and hate movies that are longer than 2 hours, this is a good one for you.

Who is Israel?

Everyone agrees that the Bible was written to Israelites. Therefore, "Who is Israel?" is a rather important question. Let's talk about it. 

I grew up a "John 3:16" Christian. What I mean by that, is that I cherry-picked a handful of Bible verses and that was the constitution of my religious faith. I never understood any Biblical theology.

The Bible says a lot of things. The Bible says a lot of contrary things. There is no other book that is open to interpretation the way that the Bible is. You can talk theology with 10 different people and get 10 different interpretations of scripture. Furthermore, there are like 100 different translations of the Bible.

That being said, once I stepped back and looked at the Bible for what it was (a will of covenants), it all made perfect sense. I credit the Holy Spirit with this profound personal revelation.

The Bible is the will (a testament is a will) of God. 

The Bible is a book of covenants (conditional and unconditional).

The Bible is written to, for, by and about a specific group of people. God chose Abraham, his son Isaac and his grandson Jacob. Jacob (later named Israel) had 12 sons, who became the 12 tribes of Israel for which God made his covenants with. This bloodline is who God, through the prophets, wrote the old testament too.

God divorced His bride Israel in the old testament due to their disobedience. 

Jeremiah 3:8 And I saw, when for all the causes whereby backsliding Israel committed adultery I had put her away, and given her a bill of divorce; yet her treacherous sister Judah feared not, but went and played the harlot also. 

The new testament is commentary on the fulfillment of old testament prophesy. Most people believe that the new testament is somehow about everyone because of the word "gentiles." The new testament is all about God's remarriage to his bride.

Yes, God made a new covenant, but it was still with the same people. The new covenant places salvation on grace by faith instead of circumcision or the law.  

Jeremiah 31:31 The days are coming,” declares the LORD, “when I will make a new covenant with the people of Israel and with the people of Judah.

Gentiles just means "nations." By the time of the new testament, the nations of Israel had been scattered abroad for hundreds of years, due to a series of expulsions out of Jerusalem. Only a small remnant eventually returned. The remaining 10 "lost" tribes of Israel migrated and became the sons and daughters of Europe. These are the nations or "gentiles" that the new testament refers too. They are still the offspring of Abraham.

The question becomes, are these people those who we call "Jews" and live in modern day Israel?

No. Ashkenazi Jews (the majority of American and Israeli Jews) are Turkish Khazars who converted to Judaism and migrated to Eastern Europe in 12th and 13th century AD. They are not ancient Israelites. 

Jesus himself spoke about this implicitly: 

Revelations 2:9 I know your works, tribulation, and poverty (but you are rich); and I know the blasphemy of those who say they are Jews and are not, but are a synagogue of Satan.

Ashkenazi Jews have not fulfilled any of God's promises to Abraham's seed. They haven't blessed the world. They haven't become a multitude of nations. They don't have an abundance of lands. They are the imposters for which the risen Christ spoke about in scripture.

I understand how to most Christians it doesn't really matter who are the "real" Jews and who are the "fake" ones. They are content with being "spiritual" Israel. And, I suppose in theory, that's good enough. There are many components at play when it comes to salvation. Grace is certainly atop the hierarchal ladder in my humble opinion. But if God's chosen (the sons and daughters of Europe) knew who they were, the world would be a much different place.

God is sovereign, not politically incorrect. 

Jesus Christ is the kinsman redeemer. God came in the form of a sinless man to die on the cross for the sins of His people, so that he could be risen from the dead and remarry his bride, Israel.

All glory to God!

Only N-Words Use the N-Word

When I was growing up, I had never heard the word "narcissist." Nowadays, I've never met a woman who doesn't use that word redundantly. 

After 4 failed marriages, Jennifer Lopez claims that she has a "PhD in narcissists."

Jennifer Lopez has apparently known some narcissists in her life.

Without naming names, the "Let’s Get Loud" singer joked that she could "give a Ted Talk on human behavior, emotional intelligence and dysfunctional relationships," cracking up as she said the last part.

"PhD in narcissists," she added with a laugh.

Lopez, who finalized her divorce with Ben Affleck last year, has been married four times.

Have you ever heard of that saying, "Is it everyone else, or is it you?" 

After 4 failed marriages, none lasting more than 10 years, it seems highly unlikely that on 4 different occasions "n words" would manipulate a strong, independent, wealthy woman like Lopez.

I mean, lets be honest here, if you listen to the female ramblings of the status quo you would be led to believe the "n words" are the kryptonite of feminism.

Feminism is the rebellion of the patriarchy. It essentially allows every woman to validate her emotions and slap her father in the face with her inhibitions without repercussion. And when things don't work out, blame "n words."

I'm old enough to remember when J-Lo "dated" Puff Daddy.

Personally, I never thought she was all that attractive. All of her sex appeal came from "Hollywood" subliminally promoting her to the blacks because she had a big booty. All of J-Lo's self-worth comes from her SMV, and now that she's old nobody cares anymore. So her femininity is now reduced to her feelings, which comes out in name calling.

If you're interested in how social engineering works, go ask any woman about her ex and see what she says. At least 90% will refer to him as the "n word," as if she has zero culpability with regards to accountability. Why? Because she understands that feminism > diversity. 

Actually, that's not entirely accurate. She doesn't "understand" that, from a rational standpoint. Because if you initiate a discussion about narcissism with her you will quickly find out that her understanding on the subject is simply a combination of her lack of accountability for anything within personal relationship dynamics, and that her feelings are always superior to logical reasoning.

This isn't an attack on women, per se. Although, I could care less about being labeled a misogynist or whatever the popular label is now. It's just to say that women have been given an easy out for their shortcomings. We have seen the same thing with the blacks for 50 years. When things don't workout well, use the "r word." 

Social Engineering 101, my friends.

Stay thirsty. It's hot outside. 

Consumed with Consumerism

Welp, I fully intended on having a very prolific writing year, and, as you can tell, I haven't.

I have drank a lot of beer, though.

As they say, the road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Who is "they" anyway? Do you ever notice people always says, "They say...."?

Not to be pretentious (remember, I'm a prolific beer drinker), but digressing...

I find myself drinking primarily out of boredom.

Not to sound pretentious (remember, I'm a prolific beer drinker), but I get bored easily.

It's interesting how people respond to that. They're always like, "Why don't you try to do something to make more money?"

Not to seem pretentious, (remember, I drink cheap beer all day), but making money is kinda boring. 

Money is just a tool; a means to an end. People who spend their whole life essentially chasing a hammer around seems silly. I get it that God wants us to work. At least I think He does. And we obviously have to have some form of sustenance to survive, although there are a lot of homeless/unemployed people who someone seem to survive.

But we aren't talking about making money to survive. We are talking about making money as a cure for boredom.

Most of you would probably say something like, "Well, I'd probably travel, learn an instrument or language and do a lot of fishing." But what happens after you've done all that? I'll tell you what happens, those things become boring and you want to do something else.

Psychology 101 says, "Once you get what you want, you want something else."

Sometimes when I'm bored I scroll social media reels. It's so crazy how many black people like to show people have much cash they have. It's like, "OK, you got some cash. Now what?" Most likely it's not even real, and even if it is, they're probably going to get robbed by some other blacks who want to make social media reels showing everyone how much cash they have. And the cycle will continue.

I suppose the cool thing about being black is that you don't get bored. 

I guess the moral of this post is to say that I'm sorry for being such a prolific beer drinker and not writing more. And that I wish I was black so I could line a couple grand worth of fake 20s up my arm and video it and be like, "Look at me, Whitey. I ain't bored!"

The Holy Spirit Sent You Here!

The Holy Spirit directed me to this beautiful sermon by Pastor Dan Gayman, and he has apparently led you to the same place.

I love how Pastor Gayman reminds us that we are merely dirt without belief in God. 

Jesus is the Son of God, sent to pay for the price of our sins. 

Be humble and repent!

God bless.

Feminism vs Diversity

https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2026/jun/02/anthony-odiong-catholic-priest-sentence

A Roman Catholic priest who was convicted recently of criminal clergy sexual assault in Texas has been sentenced to life imprisonment.

Anthony Odiong, 57, received the punishment from a jury at a state courthouse in Waco on Tuesday after some witnesses described his sexually inappropriate behavior going back more than a decade. Character witnesses on behalf of Odiong, meanwhile, advocated for him to get probation, saying he could follow such an arrangement’s rules – such as living near Waco and not committing additional crimes – despite feloniously breaking his priestly vows of chastity.

Life in prison, plus 20 years, for consensual sex with with female parishioners?

Roman Catholic priest? 

I remember reading a prominent writer who covered the Weinstein case at great length, in which he was claiming that the outcome would have a dramatic impact on the future of male/female relationship dynamics with regard to the law. He was basically saying that if Weinstein was found guilty of using his position of power as an instrument of rape, then that would open the door for anyone to be charged with rape if they were able to claim the male had a position of power over them. 

As with all left-wing, social justice causes, it's a snake that eats its own tail. 

Feminism is about female empowerment, yet these strong females are seduced by men who have power over them because females lack agency and accountability. It's nonsense. 

When leftist talking points are pure propaganda based on lies, its rather obvious that the results are going to be less than utopian. 

The mantra of leftism is "diversity is our strength," which to anyone with at least two brain cells knows is the biggest lie ever told.

And this isn't even addressing the obvious issues of Nigerians acting as Roman Catholic priests in America.

This story has so many tragedies. It's rather symbolic of America as a whole. 

I rarely, if ever, side with diversity. But in this case, I can't help but be sympathetic to the Nigerian male, which after all, that's basically what he is guilty of. 

The American legal system has concluded that feminism > diversity. 

This poor African got a life sentence for doing what poor Africans like to do. If we as Americans have a problem with that, maybe we shouldn't import poor Africans. But instead, the leftists think we can just import blacks from Africa, give them a pair of shoes and teach them how to read, and all of a sudden they're just white people with black skin. 

Diversity isn't just white genocide, it also fails to inform diversity that when they eventually replace whites (the goal of diversity) that they will suffer the same fate as their predecessors. 

Several years ago I remember listening to a podcast and the gentleman doing the show was talking about how the Left uses the Blacks. He said that the Left didn't care about the Blacks at all, and were just using them as a spearhead to prod society and once they got the desired results that they would break the spear off and abandon them. We are witnessing this in the status quo.

All leftist ideology is a lie that is presented to the world by the father of lies.

Your Ego isn't Your Amigo!

My loyal readers (future historians) know that my television watching primarily consists of the reality TV trinity (First 48, Jeopardy, UFC). Observant types will notice the word "primarily," and analytical types will know that there are exceptions to every rule.

I recently watched a pretty good documentary series on Dean Potter called The Dark Wizard:

It's the story of an egotistical, hypercompetitive man who went to war with his ego and ultimately lost. We all lose when we go to war with our ego. Why? Because, as I learned while reading The Power of Now, we are not our egos.

I've always felt that I had greatness in me. To try to explain that in words typed on a keyboard is tough. I suppose if I really did have greatness lurking in my DNA that I would be able to articulate my greatness in anyway: written, typed, spoken or just in accomplishment alone. Greatness isn't something that is projected onto others, it's recognized by others.

So much of "greatness" is the desire for others to see you as you see yourself. Your ego is the manifestation of your self-generated image. It's how you see yourself through the eyes of others.

The way this is reflected is via competition. Nobody who has ever staked claim to greatness ever achieved greatness before their ego did. While the ego is mostly a curse, it is a prerequisite for success.

The thing normies don't understand about greatness is that it's the obsession with being the best, not just being good. Second place is just the first place loser.

This can be witnessed in real time in The Dark Wizard. Dean Potter was exceptional, but after Alex Honnold showed up in the Yosemite valley, he was no longer the best. Furthermore, greatness never hangs its hat on past achievements. Those were just fulfilled expectations. 

Your ego will always tell you that you're the best. Reality always tells you otherwise.

Deny Yourself

Matthew 16:24 Then Jesus said to his disciples, 'If anyone would come after me, let them deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me.'

A wise man once said that everyday is a new life to a wise man.

Everyday we surrender to the sins of the flesh. And everyday we seek forgiveness, grace and mercy from our Lord and Savior, the Risen Christ.

God took on the sins of the flesh and defeated death. He died on the cross for His bride, Israel.

Nobody deserves mercy. God is sovereign, and His sheep are ultimately slaves to His grace.

All glory be to God.

We are commanded to deny ourselves and take up our cross. "We" being Israel. The Bible was written to, for, by and about the descendants of Jacob, also known as Israel.

How do Israelites deny themselves?

By loving God with all your heart, and loving your neighbor as yourself.

Matthew 22:37-39 Jesus said unto him, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind. This is the first and great commandment. And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself.

And by repenting.

Acts 3:19 Repent, then, and turn to God, so that your sins may be wiped out, that times of refreshing may come from the Lord

 Lord Christ Jesus, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner!

Our Genius Bequeaths Us

Most people believe they have some sort inner genius in their genes. When you think about it, it really only makes sense. Unless your lineage is entirely made up of evolutionary mediocrity, which is essentially the antithesis of evolution, it would be rational to reason that somewhere in the family tree lies the gene of genius.

With modern innovation, there isn't any need for geniuses anymore. Science and technology have become our two principal geniuses.

We can look at Christopher Langan, who with the world's highest IQ is a modest horse farmer with his "theory of everything" (cognitive-theoretical model of the universe; CTMU) residing as his magnus opus. It's basically useless, and nobody cares about it. Maybe that's because nobody is smart enough to understand it, or maybe its just boring tripe.

Name a modern genius that is relevant? Aside from Langan, who you probably wouldn't have even thought of, give me a couple names. And before you throw it out there, I'm not sure that Musk is actually a genius. He is primarily just a Douglas Adams' protege who thinks we just need to ask the right questions.

The genius is obsolete. Science and technology will always override the genius. What do we even need geniuses for?

If evolutionary theory is accurate, the genius gene will not have any advantage in natural selection.

Considering most of evolutionary theory is pseudoscientific trash, maybe it doesn't matter. But we live in a world where the most genius movie ever made was a satirical comedy titled Idiocracy.

Meanwhile, we stream these "brilliant" movies like, One Battle After Another and are told this is the work of genius. Really? 

What happened to the genius writers? Where did all the genius artists and musicians disappear too?

The genius is always misunderstood. I'm not telling you that the genius has gone extinct, I'm telling you that the genius has gone silent, thus paving the path for extinction.

We judge the tree by the fruit that it bares. The human tree is barren, picked clean by the machine its geniuses created.

Now we wait. 

Yo, Women! This One's for You.

Women don't read this blog. There are many reasons for this, but some obvious ones are that women don't read blogs, and this blog is emotionally apathetic in a toxically masculine kind of way. 

A woman's worldview is centered around her feelings. Feelings are generally irrational. Therefore, we can make a generalized assumption that women have a strong tendency to be irrational. 

From a Christian perspective (this entire blog is written from a Christian perspective), a woman's feelings introduced sin into the world, and thus corrupted mankind in the process. As a result, we all suffer from a woman's irrational decision and blatant disobedience. The echoes of "misogynist!" doesn't change that. 

That doesn't mean all women are bad. Or that even some women are bad. That just means that we are slaves to sin because a woman used her feelings as a moral compass.

I don't hate women. Only a woman would insinuate that. It's like using the "R word" when someone shares a 13/50 meme. Totally feminine. Feminists assume that name-calling will hurt a person's feelings, so they name-call. Feminism is a feelings-based worldview.

I enjoy looking at women. I appreciate the physical beauty of a woman. But, I can relate to Pygmalion. A woman's nature exponentially devalues the essence of femininity. Women don't want to be objectified, yet the subject their feelings onto others in a matter of fact way that forces their value to be externalized.

It's rather interesting that Christianity wouldn't be needed as a religion if Eve hadn't fornicated with the serpent. So when we cite the scriptures, they are precise on the woman question:

1 Timothy 2:12 I do not permit a woman to teach or to exercise authority over a man; rather, she is to remain quiet.

And:

1 Corinthians 14:34 Let your women keep silence in the churches: for it is not permitted unto them to speak; but they are commanded to be under obedience, as also saith the law. 35 And if they will learn any thing, let them ask their husbands at home: for it is a shame for women to speak in the church.

Mind you, my female comrades, I am not here to be mean to you. I am trying to steer you towards the truth. Men who are familiar with the desires of women will be seduced by their perceived vulnerability the way Adam was by Eve.

2 Timothy 3:6-7 They are the kind who work their way into people’s homes and win the confidence of vulnerable women who are burdened with the guilt of sin and controlled by various desires.7 (Such women are forever following new teachings, but they are never able to understand the truth.)

Modern women, infatuated with feminism, have replaced God with egalitarianism. In the midst of their secular conversion, they continue to lead unsuspecting men to unrighteousness and sin, as their godmother Eve did in the beginning. 

Genesis 3:1-24 Now the serpent was more cunning than any beast of the field which the LORD God had made. And he said to the woman, “Has God indeed said, ‘You shall not eat of every tree of the garden’?” And the woman said to the serpent, “We may eat the fruit of the trees of the garden; but of the fruit of the tree which is in the midst of the garden, God has said, ‘You shall not eat it, nor shall you touch it, lest you die.’ ” Then the serpent said to the woman, “You will not surely die. For God knows that in the day you eat of it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.” So when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, that it was pleasant to the eyes, and a tree desirable to make one wise, she took of its fruit and ate. She also gave to her husband with her, and he ate. Then the eyes of both of them were opened, and they knew that they were naked; and they sewed fig leaves together and made themselves coverings. And they heard the sound of the LORD God walking in the garden in the cool of the day, and Adam and his wife hid themselves from the presence of the LORD God among the trees of the garden. Then the LORD God called to Adam and said to him, “Where are you?” So he said, “I heard Your voice in the garden, and I was afraid because I was naked; and I hid myself.” And He said, “Who told you that you were naked? Have you eaten from the tree of which I commanded you that you should not eat?” Then the man said, “The woman whom You gave to be with me, she gave me of the tree, and I ate.” And the LORD God said to the woman, “What is this you have done?” The woman said, “The serpent deceived me, and I ate.” So the LORD God said to the serpent: “Because you have done this, You are cursed more than all cattle, And more than every beast of the field; On your belly you shall go, And you shall eat dust All the days of your life. And I will put enmity Between you and the woman, And between your seed and her Seed; He shall bruise your head, And you shall bruise His heel.” To the woman He said: “I will greatly multiply your sorrow and your conception; In pain you shall bring forth children; Your desire shall be for your husband, And he shall rule over you.” Then to Adam He said, “Because you have heeded the voice of your wife, and have eaten from the tree of which I commanded you, saying, ‘You shall not eat of it’: “Cursed is the ground for your sake; In toil you shall eat of it All the days of your life. Both thorns and thistles it shall bring forth for you, And you shall eat the herb of the field. In the sweat of your face you shall eat bread Till you return to the ground, For out of it you were taken; For dust you are, And to dust you shall return.” And Adam called his wife’s name Eve, because she was the mother of all living. Also for Adam and his wife the LORD God made tunics of skin, and clothed them. Then the LORD God said, “Behold, the man has become like one of Us, to know good and evil. And now, lest he put out his hand and take also of the tree of life, and eat, and live forever”— therefore the LORD God sent him out of the garden of Eden to till the ground from which he was taken. So He drove out the man; and He placed cherubim at the east of the garden of Eden, and a flaming sword which turned every way, to guard the way to the tree of life.

Feminism was a failure from the beginning. How are we as a society still entertaining such ignorance?  

Yea, About Expectations....

Failed expectations are the root of demoralization. This is true for the group and the individual.

Social engineers are well aware of this. That's why the masses are constantly demoralized.

In the status quo, the PTB are pretty much forced to keep the herd in a state of perpetual demoralization, otherwise the state would constantly be dealing with revolutionaries.

Sure, ICE whistlers technically have the revolutionary spirit, but they're more of the obnoxious Alinsky-style tactical breed than that of a Hofferite true believer. Plus, it's just hard to get onboard with criminals who have devalued what it is to be an American. Without law and order, the United States is just an undefinable land mass of abstractions.

However, according to the Pygmalion Effect, high expectations also lead to improved performance.

Pygmalion was an interesting man. Similar to Narcissus, who fell in love with his own reflection, Pygmalion fell in love with his own sculpture. Oddly, the sculpture was that of a woman, which focused on the external beauty of women, and not the faults that dominate the flawed intrinsic nature of a female.

This is likely the genesis of the blowup doll bride in modernity.

The Bible preaches about "youthful lust":

2 Timothy 2:22 Run from anything that stimulates youthful lust.

Love for ourselves, our creations or women are all the "youthful lust" Paul was writing to Timothy about.

Why does a man's heart forsake his soul? 

Why are a man's desires always sickened with sin?

These type of questions are never answered in words. Well, they are, but the answers don't generate the knowledge that experience does. One has to experience the desire of "youthful lust" to comprehend it. One has to experience the slavery of sin in order to understand its mastery.

Ode to AA

Failed at my abstinence April attempt. It is what it is. Life is a series of wins and losses. As with the pendulum of power, the winning percentage is always swaying. 

Considering the first paragraph, you probably assume that AA stands for alcoholics anonymous. However, you'd be wrong in that assumption.

AA is the most prolific pro-white blogger in history. He recently shut down his blog. I know at one time his site had a few million unique monthly hits, while essentially being banned from all financial institutions and the internet. That in and of itself speaks volumes.

I read the Stormer daily for years. He had a profound impact on my worldview. He was a brilliant writer. It's unfortunate that we live in a time where those with dissenting views can be de-platformed the way he was. But it also shows how influential his writing was.

I didn't agree with everything he said, but I loved how he merged humor with politics. 

Anyone who sacrifices everything they have for a message they believe in deserves to be remembered in the analogs of history.

Dunbar's Number

The British anthropologist Dunbar presented a theory that associated brain size with average social group size. He developed this theory studying primates, and then transferred his findings to humans. His conclusion is that the sweet spot for human relationships is 150.

This is all pseudoscience, of course. Assuming that there is an evolutionary link, and humans are just upright apes who crawled out the jungles and became homo erectus. Maybe that happened. I doubt it. But whatever.

The Science says it, so it has to be true, right?

Long time readers of My Cousin the Carp, are well aware that the very essence of this blog is not "racism," but rather to poke the bear that is evolution.

And before you start thinking, "Wait a minute, isn't racism a byproduct of evolutionary science?" keep in mind that I never claimed to be a "racist."

I would classify myself as more of an Idiocracist: 

But this isn't about me, this is about you. Nobody cares how I label myself. We don't construct our own image. Your opinion of me likely doesn't match my opinion of myself.

I read this book one time. It was titled the Power of Now. The idea behind the book was that you are not your ego. At least that's what I took from it.

Isn't it weird how you can read hundreds of books and barely recall some of them? Or maybe just recall an idea that the book was attempting to convey?

Honestly, who cares about Dunbar's number? What is the significance of it? How is it relative? I suppose anarchists love that theory. Because it's the theoretical (or is it hypothetical?) number of people within a tribe that eliminates the need for government. 

But there are tons of theories that would answer pretty much every existential question. Do we ever enact them? 

What is the point of evolutionary science anyway?

I'm more interested in emotional self control when I lose at a competitive event.

Evolutionary science says we are hard wired to hate losing.

So if you're not a sore loser, you're just a loser.

Actually, I completely understand our emotions in correlations to self control. What I don't understand is luck.

Explain it to me like I'm 5, because I sure can't explain it to you like you're 50.

God bless.

P.S. Yes, I lost at poker today.

P.S.S. Yes, I'm still sober.

P.S.S.S. Bitcoin is crashing. If you bought BTC back in 2015 when it was $250 like I told you too, you're rich. Don't be stingy about donating a little to me for making you wealthy. 

April Abstinence

Abstinence is the practice of voluntarily not doing something that is wanted or enjoyed.

Why would anyone voluntarily not do something they enjoy doing?

There are lots of quick-witted axioms that come to mind. I think most people understand why people practice abstinence of one form or the other.

For me it comes down to self-control, general health and well being, overall self improvement and morality.

When I pray, I ask God to heal me "mind, body and spirit." When a person takes "eat, drink and be merry" too far, the "mind, body and spirit" become sick. Those things need time to heal. I need time for reflection. This is why God has encouraged me to abstain from the pleasures of this world for the month of April.

In other news, this AI thing is just ridiculous. I can't quite figure out what all the fuss is about. AI is autistic. I mean, have you ever tried to have a conversation with it? 

Just look at the above picture. I asked AI to "create an image of a writer struggling with alcoholism" and that's what it "created."

Why in the world does it have a picture of this man's family facing away from him? Why is he using a typewriter? Why are there cigarette butts on the desk? Why is the book upside down?

I've written about this AI thing many times on this blog over the course of the last 12 years. 

People who worry about AI overtaking humanity haven't really worked through the details in their head. Where is the motivation of the machine? The machine is just a manifestation of it's programmer. It's like a calculator and an encyclopedia were impregnated by an anti-white liberal and produced a child of Satan.

I asked AI to create an image of a hillbilly with a confederate flag on his hat and AI said it was incapable of doing that.

If you're a writer, musician or mathematician, you might have some worries. 

But modern music is just crap. Mostly because it's influenced and/or created by AI. 

Writers are too lazy to write, so they use AI. So it's crap, too (btw, this is one of the only 100% HI blogs still in existence). 

And everything above algebra is crap that was invented by AI to make humans believe that they are intellectually inferior to the machines they created.

So, in conclusion, AI is the autistic love child of an anti-white cyborg.

Quit overthinking the "I have to learn AI because everyone is talking about AI so it must be cool" and just focus on God.

It's good Friday.

And abstinence April.

He is risen!

What Happened to the UFC?

As I said in yesterday's post, my TV consumption consists of the Reality TV trinity: First 48, Jeopardy, and UFC.

Recently the UFC signed a new deal with Paramount +. It got rid of the PPV model, which is a good thing for people who actually spent $100 to watch 5 fights. Although I would speculate that roughly 1 in 10 people who watched the UFC PPV's actually paid for them. According to friends, it was never hard to find a stream online.

However, ever since this new deal (and even before; there was like 6 weeks without any fights) the quality of fights have just been crapola. 

It's easy to play armchair quarterback. Everyone thinks they know more than they do. But some of these fights are atrocious and completely uninteresting.

Just look at the UFC London card from yesterday. Who would pay to watch that card? That MVP fight was horrible. The UFC should cut that guy.

I hated watching MVP even when he was in Bellator. He is such a boring fighter to watch. A lot of people would say "it's his style," but Wonderboy Thompson has the same karate style and his fights are never boring. MVP just sucks to watch.

Who knows, maybe I'm just racist. But did you watch that fight?

I mentioned the new deal with Paramount because I think it was for like $8 billion over a few years. And I wonder if the UFC struck gold with that deal and they just don't really care anymore. They're getting paid, so complacency has set in.

Or maybe the deal was bad and they can't afford to pay the fighters enough to make good fights.

In any event, they really need to step up their game, because these fight cards have been whack.

Everyone had such huge expectations for the White House card, and did you see what it ended up being? 

The main event will be good, but Nickal vs Daukaus? Really?

Maybe I'm just being cynical, but if you have the opportunity to put on a monumental show at the White House, the card should be better than this. 

Be honest, aside from the Gaethje vs Topuria fight (which is going to result in Gaethje going night-night), are you excited about any of those fights? Even the press conference is going to suck.

I mean, sure, I'm going to watch, but will I be counting down the days in excitement? Not a chance.

Maybe there will be some bangers on the prelims.

Cheers! 

The Banshees of Diversity

Do you know what a banshee is? I honestly thought it was some type of monkey. But it's actually a crazy Irish woman. Like an Irish witch.

I wonder how many things we think we know but actually don't.

Dumb people think they know everything. Smart people know they know nothing.

I don't watch many movies. I don't watch much TV at all. But, when I do it's the reality TV trinity: Jeopardy, UFC or First 48. 

However, last night I decided to not pickle my liver, and opted for a movie instead. The problem with me watching movies is that I have really bad ADHD, so it's hard to stare at a TV screen for 2 hours unless it's something I'm really interested in. In fact, there are a couple of movies that I've always wanted to watch, but won't even attempt them because they are 3 hours long.

Is that weird?

So I scoured the plethora of scribbles on the various pieces of paper which clutter my desk in search of some movie recommendations that I wrote down, and I was only able to find two: Nocturnal Animals and The Banshees of Inisherin. 

I had already watched Nocturnal Animals, and as much as I appreciated the artistic imagery in the first 5 minutes of the movie, there are only a handful of movies that I can watch more than once due to my severe ADHD, and Nocturnal Animals isn't one of them.

So that left me watching The Banshees of Inisherin.

As you can tell from my movie selections, I only watch weird movies. This is a sign of normalcy. Weird people watch normal movies, and normal people watch weird movies. It's that opposites attract thing that Paula Abdul sang about in the 80's.

The movie was odd. That along with the lack of diversity made it worthy of watching.

There were literally no non-whites in the movie. Seriously, when was the last time you watched anything on TV that didn't force diversity on the viewers.

Diversity in the form of entertainment is okay, I guess, as long it's realistic and organic. But the entertainment industry has always been obsessively anti-white.

Nonetheless, the plot of the movie is based on a couple of drinking buddies who have a falling out. One doesn't like the other anymore, and the unliked one won't accept it. The one who wants to be left alone, tells the other one that if he doesn't leave him alone, he is going to start cutting his own fingers off, which are valuable to him because his legacy depends on his violin playing. Without his fingers, he can't play music.

Spoiler alert: The unliked one won't leave him alone, so he cuts all of his fingers off and throws them at the man's door who won't quit talking to him. The unliked man's pet miniature donkey eats the fingers, chokes and dies. This makes the unliked man furious, so he burns the fingerless man's house down. 

The End. 

You're Only as Good as You Feel

What is this crap? That sounds like something a liberal would say.

But this blog isn't about cons and libs, it's about the Truth!

On my run today, I had this great idea for a blog post. It's weird how when you're running you always have the best ideas. The same thing happens when I'm drunk, too. I literally transform into a genius.

All great writers, human and otherwise, write backwards. What I mean by that is that we conceive a title, then create the plot and text body based on the title. The plot is just the summation of the title, and/or vice versa. The genesis of literary greatness is a thorough explanation of a simple idea. 

Writing is like a puzzle, you just slowly put the pieces together.

You have this jumbled up idea in your head, and you translate that idea into written words that act as puzzle pieces in order to interpret your thoughts.

Intelligent men have always been great at interpreting their thoughts using written words. The annals of human thought were written by men. In fact, history itself is nothing more than the biographies of great men. 

This is why the future extinction of human writers is an interesting phenomenon. I wrote about this yesterday, in case you were hungover and didn't feel like reading. 

Back to this "you're only as good as you feel" thing. 

Is there some validity to your feelings? Do your feelings determine anything tangible? What if you feel great, but perform like shit? What if you feel like shit, and perform great?

In the future (as you well know), feelings will be marketed and sold. Currently, there are pharmaceuticals that synthetically alter your feelings. But at some point you'll be able to get some kind of procedure or supplement that will induce certain feelings.

We will all have personal assistants (AI) who are somehow digitally synced with humans (nanochips; voluntary?), and they will give readings on our personal app that will keep our feelings optimized at all times.

As with writers, depression will be a thing of the past. Everyone will be perpetually happy.

You won't even need to go down the "feelings" aisle at the health food store, you'll be a machine that will be updated by your personal assistant hourly or daily. 

Weird, huh?

Eventually, those with the genetic inheritability of European explorers will all be doing space exploration. 

Will it be the final frontier? 

I've written about this, too. Earth will just be a nature exhibit for the elites who live on Mars. People won't vacation to other countries, they will visit other planets. 

Times, they are a changin'

HI vs AI

I just told Gemini to "write a short blog post titled Chink in the Armor." It was pretty impressive considering it only took 1 second for Gemini to produce it, and I didn't instruct it on the content, just the title. I encourage you to read it and see what you think.

Writers have become obsolete. Why do we need human writers? What can I say that AI can't?

I wonder how much of the stuff you read is AI? Do you even care?

There is going to come a day when humans no longer write. By the time that happens, nobody will care because the transition will be gradual. It'll be a generational thing, where writing just slowly gets phased out.

As you age, it's weird to watch generational change. I've written a lot about socially engineered change and that's not the change I'm talking about here. I'm talking about cultural change that evolves organically due to circumstances.

Pennies are another example. In 50 years only the "old-timers" will even know what a penny is. I suspect by that time all currency will be digital anyway, so people may not even know what a nickel or dime is either.

It's cliche to say that "time flies," but it really does. One day you wake up and look in the mirror and don't recognize the person looking back at you. That doesn't have anything to do with artificial intelligence eliminating the writer, it's just the realization that we all come to one day if God gives us enough time on earth.

The oddity about the elimination of writers is that so much of humanity is rooted in the writings of men. Practically all of our knowledge comes from the pens of great men. Even our existence is explained in the written words ordained by God.

The subtitle to this very blog is John 1:1:

In the beginning was the Word

For 2,000 years man has used the written word to solve his existential crisis, and soon men will no longer write (very few still do).

I don't want to try to manipulate you, but I'm one of the few writers left who don't use AI in some format. And before you say "what about that chink in the armor post?," that was to give me fodder for this post. There are only two posts on this entire blog that were written by AI: Chink in the Armor and Beyond Good and Evil: Unpacking Nietzsche's Radical Challenge. Every other word on this blog was written by yours truly. 

I guess what I'm trying to say is that pennies are about to be gone. One day you're going to look in the mirror and say, "Damn, I'm getting old!" And humanity has birthed its last great writer.

A great writer once said: "Life sucks, then you die." 

A great writer who read those words later wrote: "Life is amazing, then you die."

Buckle up, buckaroo.

Chink in the Armor

Chink in the Armor: The Power of Strategic Vulnerability

We often spend our professional and personal lives trying to become "bulletproof." We build up layers of expertise, curated social media feeds, and stoic exteriors to convince the world—and ourselves—that we have it all figured out. We want a suit of armor so polished that not a single ray of doubt can get through.

But here’s the truth: The most "perfect" person in the room is usually the most disconnected.

The Perfection Paradox

In materials science, a structure with no flexibility is brittle; it doesn’t bend, it snaps. The same applies to us. A "chink in the armor"—a visible flaw, a moment of admitted uncertainty, or a shared failure—isn't a sign of impending defeat. It’s actually where the light gets in.

Why Vulnerability is Your Greatest Asset

• It Builds Trust: People can’t relate to a statue. When you admit you don't have the answer, you give others permission to be honest too.

• It Facilitates Growth: If your armor is sealed shut, you can't take anything new in. Acknowledging a gap in your knowledge is the first step toward filling it.

• It Humanizes Leadership: The best leaders aren't those who never fail, but those who are transparent about the "why" and "how" behind their setbacks.

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Embracing the Gap

Finding a "chink" in your own armor shouldn't lead to panic. Instead, view it as a strategic opening. It’s an invitation for collaboration, a prompt for learning, and a reminder that being human is far more valuable than being a machine.

Don't spend all your energy patching every tiny hole. Sometimes, those gaps are exactly what allow you to breathe.

Hell is a Cold Place

I don't know if hell is a cold place or not. I hope I never know.

I have heard that the road to hell is paved in good intentions. I don't know if that's true or not either.

I recently read a book about the exploration of the Antarctic, and one of the explorers (Frederick Cook) penned an unpublished autobiography titled, "Hell is a Cold Place." 

Cook was an interesting fellow. He was originally credited with being the first person to reach the North Pole, only to later be discredited and labeled a fraud. Many of his peers considered him a genius. 

Ironically, Robert Peary claimed to reach the North Pole a year later (1909), and had long been credited as the discoverer of the North Pole after Cook's claim was invalidated, although now it is believed Peary didn't make it to the North Pole either.

These early explorers were pioneers of masculinity. 

European men are the pinnacle of God's creation.

Perhaps you disagree with that statement. I don't really see how you could, but I assume if you do disagree then it's likely rooted in some form of ideological conformity. Because the acknowledgement of white supremacy has somehow been made taboo.

That being said, if you're looking for a really interesting read, check out Madhouse at the End of the Earth. It's a really good book. And very well written. I highly recommend the audiobook. 

Btw, I won my poker game today. Does that mean I'm no longer a loser?

European men have this perpetual longing to win. To explore. To conquer. It's in our DNA. Don't take my word for it, the proof is in the pudding.

Oh, Happy St Patrick's Day! Especially if you're Irish, like I am.

To celebrate this day, I'm making corned beef and cabbage. I hope you're at least drinking beer. Or giving glory to God.

St Patrick was an amazing European man. Do you know his story?

St. Patrick was a 5th-century Romano-British Christian missionary and bishop in Ireland, known as the "Apostle of Ireland" and the primary patron saint of the country.  Born in Roman Britain—likely near the Irish Sea—he was captured at age 16 by Irish raiders and enslaved in Ireland for six years, during which he turned to Christianity. After escaping and returning to Britain, he later felt called to return to Ireland as a missionary, bringing Christianity to the pagan Irish.

Wow. I'm all over the place. 

Can you believe I won at poker?

Speaking of Saints, St Paul has some words for you:

Colossians 2:8 Don’t let anyone capture you with empty philosophies and high-sounding nonsense that come from human thinking and from the spiritual powers of this world, rather than from Christ.

If you're still reading this, may the luck of the Irish be with you.

Maybe that's why I won today.

All glory to God, who is the Truth. The Life. And the Way. 

Stranger in the Mirror

Just lost at poker again.

Have I ever told you that I'm a loser?

Not in the "woe is me" sense of the word, but an actual competitive loser. Every time I compete, I lose. 

As I blogged the other day in my hit piece Hello Me, It's Me Again, competing is all about winning and losing. Whoever came up with the saying, "it's not whether you win or lose, but how you play the game" was a total loser. And definitely a liberal.

Have you ever linguistically dissected the word "liberal"?

I haven't either, but I assume it comes from the word "liberated," which would obviously have something to do with freedom.

Oh well.

Did I tell you that I hate losing?

Btw, I'm not actually talking to you, I'm talking to the future of mankind. 

I bet the future is overpopulated with losers. Which is kinda weird when you think about it, because evolutionarily speaking, making it to the future is the ultimate win.

Is life a game? Sometimes I feel like life is just a game. Then I realized that's just my feelings and my feelings don't matter anymore than yours do.

Here at My Cousin the Carp, we've been boss hog bloggin' since 2014. I suppose that's a win. How many people have had a boss hog blog for over a decade?

You could literally formulate an educational plan from the annals of this blog. It's that informative.

In fact, during the Covid era, this blog was one of the leading sources of information. Just go scroll through some of the posts in 2021 and 2022. I mean, it was the crème de la crème of information during a time of universal deception.

Don't you hate it when there are coffee grounds in your coffee? It's the worst. It's basically just consumptive losing.

Damn I hate being a loser.

But at least I'm not a gangster. Or a gangsta. Biologically speaking, I don't think I could be a "gangsta," since I'm of the Caucasian persuasion. I could only be a gangster. But I did know a brotha once who told me it feels good to be a gangsta. 

What!? Another Geto Boys sighting on My Cousin the Carp? I thought this was a racist blog?

I never said this was a racist blog. You said that.

What I'm really trying to say is that we all need to look at ourselves in the mirror and pretend it's the abyss. Everyone thinks these philosophers are so damn smart because they come up with catchy phrases like, "if you stare into the abyss long enough, it'll start to stare back."

What Nietzsche was really trying to say is that your soul is the abyss, and the only real question is what you fill that void with. Is it filled with the Holy Spirit, or has it been liberated by Satan?

Think about that before you misinterpret it. It's pretty deep stuff. Make sure you're wearing your boots. Because as a great philosopher once said, "if you're going to jump in muddy puddles, you must wear your boots."

I sure hope you don't have coffee grounds in your coffee today. 

I'm sick of taking L's.

Rejoice!

It's Sunday. Everyday is the Lord's day, but today in particular should be the day that we take time to glorify God for all the blessings he has bestowed upon us.

I say "we," but I suppose I'm projecting and should be saying "I."

God's grace is sovereign. My opinions on your soul don't matter to God. At least I don't think they do. So my spiritual writings should always be written from a first person perspective.

The gospels are known as the "Good News." It was written to be shared. But was it written for everyone?

Are there any books that are exclusive to specific readers? 

Who knows?

God knows!

As a wretched sinner I can only give my testimony.

I didn't choose God, God chose me.

That's not boasting. Just the simple fact that I'm writing this is proof of that.

John 15:16 You didn’t choose me. I chose you.

I could be doing anything right now. I could be writing about anything. But I felt inclined to write about God today. Is that a coincidence? Or is that the Holy Spirit?

God represents the Truth, because He is the Truth:

John 14:6 I am the way and the truth and the life.

We live in a world of a deception. A world full of lies. The arch nemesis of God is the father of lies.

John 8:44 You are of your father the devil, and your will is to do your father’s desires. He was a murderer from the beginning, and does not stand in the truth, because there is no truth in him. When he lies, he speaks out of his own character, for he is a liar and the father of lies.

We all succumb to temptation. We all believe lies. We are all sinners.

But God came to earth in the form of a man to be the perfect sacrifice for His bride.

To be crucified for His people's sins.

The Bible is the greatest love story ever told.

I pray every day for God's grace, mercy and forgiveness.

Philippians 4:6 Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God.

 All Glory be to God!

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.