Tuesday, December 19, 2017


[S]omewhere in Tartary fifty generations of ever woolier and woolier sheep had recently ended abruptly in one hairless, five-legged, impotent little lamb...
Posit worlds where they can build new bodies to replace old ones, upgrades to replace deficiencies, looks to replace looks, et cetera. Now contemplate (or "imagine," if that's your thing) shell-hell, where it's an understood, usually so minor it's something you'd only say if you were being really informal or really formal, thing to have or mention probably having, or to politely guess someone might be having, when they're breaking a body in. Like, you go to a place, maybe they can get you in today, here's one some dude decided he didn't like, yes I said "dude," but it's only basically been in here, it's like new, it's thirty percent off, oh, what the hell, it's only $299 to start anyway, that includes the transfer if you've got insurance--that kind of thing. So you pick up your new body, get it verified as you, change your profile so everyone who cares knows, maaaaybe give the parents some direct contact, maybe not--that sort of thing.

So, shell-hell. Even if it's easy, there's usually a period of a few weeks/months, prob'ly worst in the first couple of days, where you get used to the thing. Oh, the knees feel so fat, why'd I get this one, lemme check the mirror again; is the neck supposed to twist like this; I dunno babe, the ass is sorta lopsided. Nothing is right, everything is wrong, and you sorta know you're going to accustom to it, and the nights are the worst because was it really meant to happen this way and I am so material and they didn't used to do this for every little--and I make light of it here, but it was really bad for some times, some places. The legs feel wrong, like alien-wrong, and it sounds like a joke unless you're really feeling it. Sure, it's as routine as, ohh, a broken limb or a heart procedure, everyone's done it at least once, but you still have those private times where it's not so cool. A touch of pain, a brush of death, and on it goes.

Yeah, big joke, she got a younger one so she's gonna be a little testy like that for a couple weeks, oh, didn't you hear about the accident? On it goes. What we can learn from it here is, at the least, a birth comparison, since really getting born is like a lesser form of shell-hell but you're less prepared for it. So, how much does metaphysical (sic) understanding of what is going to happen help? Hold on, there's a mosquito on your arm--which is to say, it doesn't help much, since you'd prefer not to be bitten. And we don't like to talk about it, how we're quite affected by these things we inhabit, changeable as they are, but with a new body, you can really tell. Yeah, the idiots adopt a new catch phrase, or they force saying something as a new habit based on a similar-appearing body they once saw in a movie or movie-equivalent, or whatever. But the smarter people are pretty much unnoticeable externally even though they can tell in different ways, more private ways usually, where they realize their thinking has changed in a slight way, only really noticeable to them, and you start to wonder, "Just how me is me, anyway?"

There's sort of something retro, or retro-original, new-again, whatever, in doing this forced hell of a different variety here, where it's only (so far) one take. And there are certainly benefits to being able to plausibly argue, to feel, that matter doesn't affect you because [reason]. To me, that's the more important issue of shell-hell from this perspective, or any perspective; not the infancy anew that can take decades to worm/work its way through the system, but the technological realization that, along with showing how important matter isn't by being able to maintain some degree of coherency through faster transitions, we simultaneously learn how important matter is, and how we've never really understood ourselves until then. Which we didn't then and won't much later, by those same tools of perspective, but it's at least an advancement, a beginning. Even treating it as faraway bullshit, that-island-doesn't-have-inhabitants bullshit, shell-hell's instructive, inasmuch as we can vicariously relive our own infancies, our own right-after-waking moments, and learn from it.

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Saving Money at the Store

"If I buy this, I'll save money. It's, like, seventy percent off."

A simple ruse, yet like most of its kind, remarkably effective. What makes it most effective, sociologically speaking, is not actually the more direct expression of it, in the sense of convincing people to buy something they would not have otherwise bought. For example, we may be living a life, living a day, planning on hanging around the house (dialect for not going to a goods repository and trading currency for something as a form of amusement; although that gap has already mostly been bridged, the saying still has a trace of non-purchasing left), and not otherwise intending to buy anything. We can modify this behavior by making the purchase--literally subtracting from resource-acquisition capabilities--become a necessary, helpful, vital, resource-acquisitive act, by creating the illusion that the purchase is actually a necessary saving and/or acquisition of resources. Ergo the implication that by losing money, one is gaining money--sic.

We see the effectiveness of this technique magnified across history by the theft of credit for accomplishments during historical periods, wherein a prisoners' having acquired something is credited to the keeper. It's an easy trick, in the sense of assigning an anticipated value of zero to the time period in question, then crediting the desired authority with anything greater than zero. These assumptions made, the greatest bar to progress becomes the cause of progress. Whether mob-rule, cohort rule, or sales for things which wouldn't have otherwise been purchased, without the ability (or desire) to discern that the voyage might not have occurred, or something to have been done instead in the interlude, the liar's math is simple: any accomplishments must be the result of the act, even if the act itself was an act of subtraction. Socially, personally, we can pay witness to, if nothing else, media effectiveness, whereby one is saving money by spending it; where an act of self-harm becomes an act of self-aid by the illusory predicate of preexisting tech; by the exercise of body- or personality-conditions set long ago. Ergo the modern consumer actually does believe he is saving money by spending it.

We might liken the individual act in such a case to doublethink, except that doublethink implies a sophistication; an ability to believe both things, and thus to understand the truth of one while denying its truth. There is a similarity, for confronted clothing-savers would, at some level, understand the postponed schism between bank accounts and clothing, and thus, if forcibly educated with each purchase, would vocally admit an understanding that saving is not actually spending. Yet the true doublethinker simultaneously, completely understands, avows, and disavows, and therein lies his material genius. Two plus two actually is five, always, just as much as it can never be five, and there is never a moment of "breakdown" where a masterful doublethinker can perceive the contradiction. There is no contradiction, there never was one, and outrage at the implication that there might be such a contradiction is justified so thoroughly that, if you're not outraged, you're stupid.

The lesser stuff required of the masses, in the case of saving while spending, is less refined. We can buy things we wouldn't have bought, understanding the difference under cross-examination, yet putting it aside mentally for useful functioning. Obviously the end result of such behavior is trying, yet the historical variety is similar, but effects more because of our unfamiliarity with the passage of time. Ergo we may understand, vocally at least, that spending is not saving, yet when considering one millennia, rather than one afternoon or one lifetime, one's estimation of what would probably have been accomplished, compared to what was actually accomplished that we know of, controls the evaluation more than does one's evaluation of quality alone. During a period of dominance/ascension by a group, then, the prediction that achievement will be at zero, or near zero, controls one's evaluation of said group's effectiveness, more than does one's much-more-limited evaluation of the quality of the work alone. High expectations versus low expectations, perhaps. And in some sense, the girl with the new dress that potentially makes her look better than the last twenty-six will become upset, perhaps even good-naturedly, at the implication that the new dress was not needed, but if you set your baseline at "gonna spend at least $170 today" then shopping is saving.

Thursday, December 7, 2017

The Subtle Blade, Part 2

Continuing from Part 1.

Christianity as Conquest: Control of Art

This one has touched on this issue before, about which it is at once simple and impossible to be comprehensive. Which is to say, you can be comprehensive simply by saying, "Everything," but beyond that, you barely brush the surface.

Consider, as we go through this one, how art is, like other things taken by Christianity, but a component of "spirituality," about which more could be more-incompletely said. As a throwback to this one's promise to not attempt at being herein comprehensive, consider again the idea that everything spiritual becomes defined, through conquest, in Christ-language. We will never know what would have been written, let alone thought, in a Christ-free environment.

In that vein, consider the small sub-component of spirituality that is art. We certainly have been instructed, somewhere amidst a vast assemblage of Christian-founded and -enabled public schools or universities, on the Christ-centered art which permeated Europe, and then the world, since the advent of Christianity and colonialism.

We note here that, like universal Bangism, Christianity is the direct, sense-making predecessor to what was, as it is a form of its creator. The university and its learned men are not hostile to the press, nor vice versa, because of where they come from. And yet, dead white men who vocally believed in white supremacy and/or Christ founded the said universities and/or presses. In all technicality, this should be a problem during the new phase, in which the sins of the past are cast off, but we will not accept new tradition; only a revamped, yet somewhat-actual, tradition works. Ergo black academics do not break away in righteous media anger to found their own medical college, but rather take over, or try to take over, existing American/European colleges, because they were either, logically-inconceivably, "always black" (we actually did build this place) or "should've always been black" (we had the spirit to build it but actually didn't even though we could've). Wordplay aside, they are right, like feminist-preferencing universities. Nominal targets change, but foundations remain the same.

The even more subtle ways in which this weltanschauung served as a cruel gift, though not quite as subtle as that of basic perspective, is through its private subversion of art, in which the child's first fantasies include Christian themes. Not historically meaningful, it seems, until we attempt to calculate the growth and worldly effects of said X billion children. Far more profound, really, than that of the still-profound statues and paintings of biblical figures produced by older artists raised in a Christian perspective.

We encounter anew the darkly brilliant subtleties of Christianity, here. Through the jealous exclusivity of Yahweh's monotheism, we forestall countless avenues of progress, akin to jamming all the ocean's rivers through a single small funnel. Made of case-hardened titanium, you are free to do whatever you like before or after the funnel, but even the modern's relative freedom, and the pseudo-rebellion or managed transition from Christ-worship to Bang-worship, delivered by the same or successor media, the Christianization seems to be foundationally European. A simple trick, played after the bodies have been discarded, upon the stupid- or rape-spawned leftovers; like the Great War or wicked King Edward I, it works on those who believe the company line about their history. Publicly professed identity during the occupation is assumed, by the undiscerning, to be voluntary. Flattered Nu Euros seem to presume freedom as their baseline, so the choice to attend a meeting or fight a battle is perceived as an endorsement: a vulnerability they would address if they’re to survive in any recognizable form. Consider state policemen or soldiers, and they tend to have strong disagreements with, shall we say, the world historical significance (or local political significance) of the organization at large which they theoretically represent. When ignorant, it’s easy to believe in random "greatness"--it comes naturally to the remnants of Europe--and it often takes years for them to realize they’re just focusing on an area because someone told them to, and might be neglecting other areas for reasons that aren’t theirs. So too do we see age come into play, for once you've devoted your life to invading Africa/Asia, or handing out traffic citations, you are old and it harms you personally, your offspring, and your self-image to perceive of wrongs as wrongs. Plenty of retired soldiers and cops are vocally brave, and know better than to challenge the duped enthusiasm of the young. This is the inner conundrum of the whistleblower, who believes--often correctly, as many non-living friends and associates evince--that they'd better stay quiet. We hide what we know, in part, in disappearances, asylums, and official suicides.

“In the old days” they might resign and/or take up other trades. Yet they don’t, because there are no other careers, the pension doesn’t vest if you rock the boat, and several layers of intermediary officers offer an even more plausible veneer to what’s happening, being subject themselves to differing stresses.

There’s no way to tell what Leonardo actually would've painted on his own, just like there is no way to tell what anyone we believe in historically actually believed in the privacy of their minds. Maybe some of them actually did believe in that Rabbi, just like some people who spent 3 years in the Middle East actually wanted to defend Israel with their lives, or some people really thought the biggest problem in Middlesex was white drivers who exceeded posted speed limits.

...or that the best way to run society is to put an obese inbred in charge and do whatever his attendants say he says. People "should" be smarter about their history, and stop assuming that things existed because everyone thought it was the best way to do things. VATs and income taxes, for example, are paid because of a complicated dynamic of repression, appearance, and warnings, but not because everyone, let alone a simple majority, agrees with the idea or what the taxes are being spent upon. Like so much else since JC arrived, a majority of people could be privately hating/doubting the king, but be prevented from expressing it due to their individualized preferences against being hammered upon, and the amazing quantity of funds available to their oppressors. A new history would be currently dangerous, in the sense that it would expose who was actually creating this system of shifting illusions.

Art is nearly identical. If we're stupid, we assume that if Mom had not left the room a minute early on that one special day, she would've met the man who gave up and tried with someone else instead, and therefore we'd've been raised in, and believe in, a different denomination, and be equally certain of our salvation. Or maybe that man's our father, that's how they met, and if grandmom hadn't had that five-minute delay with her hair that night, she'd've never shown up, never met Grandpa, and would've met someone else in the next five years. Yahweh has a plan, of course, and makes things happen correctly, but if we're so delusional that we can look beyond that type of explanation we see different worlds, forsake Calvin, and ask what Leonardo, or someone almost as famous, would've painted if not the Pentateuch and later works. We do not know, similarly, what all of the "screenwriters" would have done with themselves without Hollywood, and if we think we're smart enough, we might imagine a different, non-invasive, actually creative venue for plot structure and the use of technology, and not be so reverent toward things as they are. Funny when we try to have it both ways, like the wrongness began sometime in the twentieth century: mentally, though, we can ask what might have been created if people weren't being sought out, groomed, then largely ignored by merchants who wanted to create and sell a certain derivative product.

What would have been painted? Written? Sculpted? We don't know. We can only guess, and we're limited by minds exposed since inception to products that have already been mainstreamed. Who we would have become, and what thoughts we would think, have been governed so thoroughly that it is difficult, if not impossible, for us to imagine thinking better. Consider a formative moment from your own memory, and then try to imagine what it would have been if you had been, oh, twice as inspired. Who are you today? Who would you be? The wasteland is harsh and tough, and breeds to its own methods. None of us know who we would've been in a worldly paradise.

Or just eat a Purim-cookie and celebrate the death of the pointy-eared holdouts again.

Funny that this one is listening to Christmas music while typing. There are adaptations, attempted traditionals, and a few "new but supposedly in the spirit of" ones. And they are often quite good. So we ask, again, what would have been created without the understood framework? What would've been built, what would've been channeled, and what would our special times look like and feel like if all of our drive to be creative, reverent, everlasting, et cetera, had not been funneled through the Risen Rabbi? People who believe in an environmental approach to society might say that "Christmas" (like those of us who remain, a stolen thing with only echoes of past meaning) creates certain traditions, like not shooting infants, and they have a plethora of explanations for why certain groups might accidentally discharge firearms at all, or on such a time.

People who believe in genetics might, though, imagine a past, and maybe a future, where Euros create, revere, and are spiritual as they are allowed, and while they appreciate the idea of a winter festival of some kind, find the peaceableness and togetherness to be created by the people rather than the environment. It's less than narcissistic, of course, to imagine that everyone doesn't approach things the way you do, but maybe, just maybe, a hint of the forebears might've survived.

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

In Case Computers Delete It

Just a record--this one signed in to Disqus for some reason and found a bunch of old moderated AmRen posts that were, as they say, rayciss and therefore thoughtcrimed. Sticking them here because.

Monday, December 4, 2017

The Subtle Blade: Christianity and Conquest

In this discussion, we'll acknowledge, but try not to focus on, the foundation and use of Christianity as an aspect, perhaps the most important, of biological conquest. Not lightly do we address this subject, given the incompletely valid references to passions young and old which persist as side effects. Imagine, for example, a person from 1,000 B.C. and a person from 2017 A.D. transported to a mediation table, where they each scream at the other that they have no idea what it was like to live in the other person's timeline, and how much assistance their spirituality gave them, and how ignorant the other person is of the way the world has worked or is working.

Though it would mortify the person born earlier, on whose grave we've been dancing for quite a while now, there is still some cohesiveness attributed in part to the post-JC wasteland, wherein forms of spirituality, disguised successors to the older, have been, as it were, manna in the desert. Arguably older conclusions, were they made, can be said to've been partly wrong also, which error is of a substantially different variety--yet, in its consuming aspect, and the reduced interplay with formal pseudoscience to which some older spiritualities were subjected, wrongness is rather comprehensive. Far be it for this one to dance harder upon graves, particularly ones that attempted to be helpful rather than to forestall through guesses made gospel (sic), but we must at least acknowledge the potency of religious wrongness, for even in a tiny portion it can be misused.

Christianity as Conquest: Soulular Universalism

Here follows an acknowledgement of the unspoken non-topic, the prelude, to Christianity's wrongness. We might first notice the universalism that underpins Christianity. By decreeing that every soul was valuable, Christianity made humans numbers, interchangeable and useless except as vessels of deference. The predecessor to affirmative action, to say the least, Christianity's march turned the landholding fathers' decision into, so to speak, the television masses' vote or the welfare degenerate female vote (whichever you prefer, as both are true; and yes, landholding fathers are idiots also, but a thousand and a half years ago, we might speculate a different quality of "average voter," which speculation might render us assistance). The effects have been profound. Whether for good or ill can be your judgment, but Christianity's ideatic role in rewriting the future, and the governmental customs of several continents, must be noted.

We recoil from, say, the hypothetical attempt to cull disability from future generations, as though subsidizing the production of non-disabled is more evil than our current tax structure. Easy to do if you're not congenitally disabled and haven't felt it; even easier if you're merely very selfish, and don't mind imposing suffering on at least ten generations by aiding in the perpetuation of said suffering. Such weighing of lives finds its roots in Christianity, wherein the soul of a pain-wracked cripple who steals from the collection plate is as valuable as the soul of the lusty hero who saves three children from the runaway train. Christianity foreshadows Bang and now in so many ways, notwithstanding its contentious relationship with then-European strength-favoring culture. It is easy to underestimate this effect if one considers the "obvious" perspective before Christianity, where it is an obvious wrongness to breed a hundred stealing cripples at the expense of one healthy track-attendant. Like many things here for which it is impossible to perceive a previous obvious, Europe's comparative preference for sloth has been subtly altered over hundreds of years.

(Talk with some pained dying about creating more people with their destiny, and keep your own survey about whether or not they want to put someone through it, as opposed to letting half the number live without it. Really, do: today, you might find not zero, but some of a hundred clinging to the belief of a "cure" that will liberate potential successors, but absent the reality of such a cure you might find, instead, a Stockholmish or hateful attitude toward the causes of the pain.)

Christianity as Conquest: Imposed Blindness

In accordance with the aforementioned effects goes Christianity's observational denialism. By demanding ignorance, Christianity's notion of "faith"--which we previously knew as either "trust" or "stupidity"--has had matching effects on government and society. The trend of blindly trusting authorities stems from Christianity's hidden texts and subversion of Latin, ergo our acceptance of televised elections with "best available" leaders no one likes is Christian, as is our reverence for a priestly class of "scientists" or "academics" which knows things of which we could never conceive. Like the rest of Christianity, the losses and opportunity costs of this aspect of redesigned Zoroastrianism were vast: a gift that has given for more than a thousand years. Not only political blindness, and the innumerable toxic things that have resulted from it, but creating an inherent derision for the un-godly learned, and the consequences of mistrusting unpleasant but observed facts, has been seeded by Christianity. Our denial of doctoral degrees to disagreers is thoroughly Christian, for we will not acknowledge the potential for wrongness.

Christianity as Conquest: Actually Requiring Conquest

The imposition of Christianity by force needs hardly to be spoken of, and yet it does, for many still have the impression, fostered even by the purportedly anti-Christian mandatory schools of the Christianized world, that the religion's stupid promises of future pleasure caused it to be willingly adopted by "the west." In fact, Europe had to be conquered, region by region, century by century, in order to leave behind a population that vocally allied with inbred leaders who claimed allegiance to Christ. We've recently discussed the wrongs done to the Irish, but in turn consider what the survivors did to those Irish who resisted the first armies who murdered the majority of Irish who were "heretics."

(Of course, the grandchildren of the Irish enablers or stay-quiet-ers were given their just desserts from within and without, as are the raped and murdered spawn of the most would-be joyous enablers of western immigration now. Have you been shot by prison guards, yet, while you were trying to break Breivik out? No? Then enjoy the future. Terrible justice, indeed.)

The "side effects," or actual effects, of this conquest were prodigious, not merely in terms of Christianized political systems, but the genetic losses, also, whereby minds that combined inquiry and honesty were almost wholly eliminated, leaving behind as their survivors only the superficially amiable but internally loathing, or the vast majority of quiet non-seers. Christianity by force was rather an acidic test for Europe, whereby stupid herds were given genetic preference. If you still retain a touch of the past, you may wonder at how evolution could've worked that way--and through outsiders imposing Christianity, you have your answer--careful planning.

Nu Euros have grappled with this issue throughout the modern period, wherein thinkers regularly ask, in one or more forms, how the masses can be so stupid. Politics and markets have to deal with manipulation because, absent it, the masses would be so easy to control. Without the guidance of even a Ronald McDonald, people would literally drink poison that acted much, much faster--and they have. Quite seriously, surviving hordes will eat literal "in about an hour" poison when someone interferes with the message. All people who deal with health in some realistic way must confront the issue of "reaching" the everyman. TV helps, but people keep forgetting to finish, or even watch, their televisions, so a constant barrage of "what to do next" must be employed, else they'd strip themselves and start burning things just to see what would happen. Ergo commercials have to be subtracted, or made suitably subtle, and devices have to exist which deliver television commands without even their supposed source of meaning.

Were these traits endemic to Christianized populations before Christianization, or as a result of it? This one holds the latter, but it's certainly possible that dumb enough people do this anyway, ergo the surviving mass of Christianized peoples is more likely to pursue entertainment-by-television, so to speak, than would've been the pre-Christian mass (sic, sick).

Christianity as Conquest: Birth Control

Early Christianity advocates natalism because so many were killed to establish it. We might consider the suddenly-stalled butchery of Africans whereby normal people went across the ocean to kill because they were engaged in the work of uplifting, and then, a few generations later, well-wishers of derivative religions encouraging normal people to cross the ocean to breed. If you're familiar with what happened to people who live near a source of diamonds, versus how eagerly well-wishers now work to rapidly expand Africa's population through breeding and feeding programs well beyond continental infrastructure capability, conjoined to a readjustment of attitudes to those currently acceptable (sold as "modern"), you can imagine Europe after Christianity's advent, where those who stuck to "old ways" were murdered en masse, and those who converted encouraged to quickly have a lot of children. Much is made of the Catholic opposition to "birth control," like the details of many staged rebellions, yet the actual status on birth and reproduction was effected by the first widespread birth control--the Catholic "rhythm method"--whereby intercourse was encouraged for pleasure during non-reproducing times. The rather hilarious pretense that this was not birth control has borne the fruit it was intended to with modern demographics. As time passes between conquests, Jenomic cleansers ("Judaic religions") gradually accede to limiting in certain areas and unlimited in others--an obvious genetic boost to a conquest-focused system. A terrible form of righteous justice, that, comparable to what is befalling the remaining survivors now.

One of the many ways to accustom the unwary to obey you is to tell people to do things they're already going to do. Ergo telling a bunch of young people, "Do it," is a great technique for getting them used to carrying out your wishes. Much of Christianity's similar "advocacy for births," which has proven its truth over the years (always through its actions, though not always through its words), is this technique writ large. Of course if you make yourself the center of "Europeans doing it," the Europeans will continue to do it. Claiming credit makes you quite foul, then ever-so-quietly removing support for births lets you control them. For this is what birth control actually is--the control of births, rather than anti-natalism. Who shall be born, and when the births shall happen, is birth control. It proves itself a short step from "Don't have babies until an old hetero-virgin has pledged you to each other" to "Don't have babies," and the notion that you should pay for someone else's six babies and cut one or two babies from your own total is then easily achieved. Thus did Christianity serve as a useful tool for taking control of a growing population, then seeming to be its ally while first stabilizing, then shrinking, said society.

Like many critiques of Christianity, the observational science--sic--of birth rates, social control, et cetera, can speak for themselves. Even those who believe in the Risen Rabbi can see the way that He has claimed credit for the initial recovery, then shirked credit for the later reduction, in the birth rates of occupied territories. An alien fleet which suddenly occupied Earth, imposed worship of a reptilian general, and happened to be administering things during some triumph--say, the greatest-ever bicycle race coverage or the cure for cancer--would claim credit for the positive things that Earth had produced, eschew full responsibility for the negative, and seem, at first, to be obvious and evil. Yet in a great deal of time, said alien race and religion might be adjudged a native thing. The said invaders would thereby be deemed responsible for the natural progression of bike-races, cancer-treatments, et cetera, even though those things had happened before and would continue to happen.

Christianity as Conquest: Access to Children

This discussion is not about the larger, more systemic of Christianity's negatives, but about the smaller. Superficially, if we ignore all of the details of Christianity's imposition, and focus only on now--an enormous task, but assume it--we see the brilliance of the disease that keeps on giving. Christianity isn't merely about killing infidels, encouraging blind trust and stupidity, and absolutely revising itself (notions of advancing time and inevitable social progression being one of the numberless derivatives of the latter), but of ways small and varied that can make it effective in any environment. We'll purposefully avoid the discussion of similarities between all Judaic religions and the populations at which they were targeted, focusing bullishly on "European Christianity," even when such similarities abound.

One of the cardinal rules of successfully conquering a population without exterminating it is severing the parent-child bond. Christianity has done an exemplary job of this, setting the stage for not only mandatory secular schools in occupied territories, but a closer relationship with the state itself, rather than the family. This one commented elsewhere about feminism:
Interesting fight between people who want to defame America’s founding fathers for the wrong reasons, but are factually correct, versus the people who defend them wrongly but for the right reasons. This one also has to point out that, forgotten now, is how a lot of early feminism drew its anger from social impressions of hundreds of years of mandatory Christianity. Pedo-reverends/pedo-priests handled mandatory punishment of kids, getting “confessions” of desires, masturbation, etc. Yet again, this one’s not saying that feminism was correct, but one can understand its source, as well as how the untermenschen and many individuals in crypsis used the Risen Rabbi to gain access to people and families. Viewed in that light, feminism is quite understandable; one of the many fruits borne by Christianity, like modern men’s rights transitioned into Judaism in a match to the women’s movements that had come before.
Feminism stands out because it was primarily (though it didn't know it) about child protection, in the sense of taking a mother's future from her and convincing her to tell everything to a theoretical virgin instead. Forgotten by many, if not all, is the mandatory nature of religion throughout most of Europe's history, where one could not reproduce, work, sleep, or live, without regular attendance, contribution, and ritual. The busybodies in one's condominium association were, in Christian times, like an I.R.S. audit team, ensuring that every child, family, and individual fill space in the pews, listen to whoever was preaching and what they were saying, signing up (or providing an excuse) to take another piece of land from the Arabs and give it to the Jews, et cetera. This theft of freedom, still antithetical to the Nu Euro, is a great part of why the liberation of women was partly (you can make the fraction whatever you like, but be sure to multiply it by infinity for the predilection for protecting women then still more extant in European survivors) correct.

Continued in Part 2.

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Grief Forestalled

How long to forestall grief?

If ten children are killed one day by a suicide trucker, we respond accordingly. Some of us jest for shock, some of us exhibit shock by not jesting or by avoiding discussions about trucks or children. Some of us pretend it didn't happen, ask for a moment of silence, et cetera. We may punish an acquaintance or a celebrity for expressing shock wrongly, and days or decades later, we may or may not remember what we'd decided about the person who'd done that at such a time.

Less specific; less contentious. We can make nature more impersonal. Say X firefighters were killed by Given Natural Disaster. No diversity hires nor smuggled records, just tragedy, and instead of birthing Y Africans, happy pseudo-goy billionaire who has otherwise not funded Y Africans establishes childhoods and career funding for firefighter-widows and -children, so without tie-ins to the past there's less to talk about this time. And it happened every day since hypothetical pre-industrial times based on our presumed and acceptable time-scale. So there's nothing apt, no climate change, no one to blame, just backdrafts and old buildings, and okay there's still someone to sort-of blame, there always is, why do we still allow this old construction and who owned it and who inspected it et cetera. There's always something, but assume the X firefighters are killed as blame-satisfaction-lessly as possible, they used their equipment properly and got out everyone who was there and had enough equipment and didn't go back in to rescue the Mayor's Pomeranian, they were just banal heroic oh god the news is talking about them (there's always something to complain about, but for god's sake try not to focus on that), so everyone is sort of mum about firefighters for a while and you can't blame the laws of physics so everyone stays relatively quiet for some quantity of days.

And at some point, like guns at schools, things go sort of back to normal. Maybe it's one year; maybe it's ten years; whatever. Everyone can discuss matters in polite company which might otherwise be off-limits if broached by polite people at a polite time and place.

And then society changes and it's inconceivably rude to talk about the public speeches before--irrelevant millions, say, in favor of backdrafts or suicide-trucking. Like it's not even something you're allowed to think about. You've seen that, right? You get remarried the day after you're widowed and the eyebrows cease raising, but something new becomes unmentionable. Whatever it is. What is the acceptable delay? A hundred days, a year, a hundred years, a thousand years, since the tragedy...when is it not funny or even tiresome any longer, just boring? Best forgotten? Best not focused on; talked about; contemplated? There are people on the internet, maybe, who talk about certain things you're not supposed to talk about elsewhere, but even they have their boundaries, particularly when profession or background or beliefs or sex or race come into play. So when is that point?

In The Forgotten Dead, this one reminded:
Even in the very short term--two millennia of somewhat-contiguous written records and extant building and bodily remains--the crimes of the last invasion are apparent. How dearly bought was, if nothing else, Ireland! The mutilated children of the bulk of the continent are so far forgotten that no one will ever knowingly dig up the ashes of their bones. As with Iraq to Columbia, though, evidence from Ireland provides sufficient justification to strip all assets from the whole of Europe's toxic banking and peerage ranks, and return every last little Macron and "of Wales" floater to the care of their southern owners.
In Rapespawn Kult, this one also reminded:
[T]he reason Europeans fantasize about comparatively godlike peoples is because they, too, savaged and/or outbred a predecessor race/species whose achievements they could worship at, but not then duplicate nor maintain.
Make it more personal. Your mother was killed, your granddaughter was raped, your great grandfather was betrayed and murdered. Forty years ago, four years ago, forty hours ago, now in front of your eyes. You're supposed to think things are different when time has passed, because time has passed. The doctors all say it's a sickness when you can't let time wash away the wounds. Have the bodies gone cold, yet? The time for vengeance, if it even solves anything, has passed. The opinion has been given. Professionally.

It is a sickness, a diagnosable sickness, to be unable to let go of something on a Terran time scale. Sure, there are insects that only live for twenty hours, so it might be several lifetimes of theirs before your grief begins to pass. Within some subdivision of your entire lengthy life, you should be able to let things go. What are you, a freak?

For about half a second after stubbing a toe, you're allowed to be really pissed. Then you're supposed to regain control. If you suddenly curse and shake a fist a year later, you're crazy, even if you stubbed your toe a year ago without shaking a fist and cursing. Wounds should be relative. You walk on eggshells with doctor-talk around the guy whose wife was killed by that sorta-unlicensed-but-cheaper plastic surgeon in Uruguay, even ten years later, and that's okay, although he really should get over it and remarry by now, since it's clearly insane to disbelieve in settling for the present since she'd want it to be the best it could be for you if she were still here. So it's relative: any human reaction must be shaped by, tempered by, a physical event, and flare-ups have to be staggered to ritual with diminishing returns, like anniversaries alone, with exceptions made for the vulnerably young or old.

Crying over a movie is okay, having lingering feelings from childhood is okay, but attempting to visceralize or anthropomorphize non-personal memories into any form of pendancy, of now-ness, is wrong, we all agree. Being angry about the past is wrong (barring rotating exceptions with permissible past-afflicted psychoanalyzed victim groups); even if you liken it to your current plight, frequent doses of now are necessary to avoid accusations of craziness. Ergo in the deceptive realm, there must be new tragedy as well as links to past tragedy, while in the realistic realm, there can be no affectation of past tragedy. So, if an Arab blows up or shoots or runs down a Nu Euro as a small part of taking over Europe, we're sort-of allowed to be affected for a short while, but we're not supposed to be affected by a different act of ravaging a few more years ago. E.g., an Arab kills a person in France, we're not supposed to be affected by it in particular, though outside media culture you're sort of allowed to. So the White kid run down in France can matter somewhere. When it becomes crazy on top of crazy, though, is when you feel in your gut the same sense of wrongness about people killed similarly, a thousand years ago, in a different takeover. This one might defend a presumed ethnic sub-group murdered a few months ago, but traces of ghost from, say, 700 A.D. are off limits. All the kiddies raped in Britain now matter to some people, versus all the kids who were raped in Britain a thousand years not mattering, to the same group of people. Tragicomic, to say the least, as not only the crust but the body of the sandwich is trimmed away, leaving only crumbs.

It's sweet, in a terrible and mocking way, to see one set of European rapespawn lamenting their own demise at the hands of others. Yes, there were more statues and rocket-ships in the meantime, and that stuff might vanish, or more probably, be derivitized into achievements that take centuries to retroclassify as "not all it could've been, actually." Because the ability to accurately conceive of opportunity costs relies upon a vision that is, when it still lingers, tainted. Which is to say, we don't know what Europe might've done in, say, seventeen hundred years without soulular universalism. Absent Jesus, Mars would be not a hotel-colony, but a mere ancient stepping-stone to something we probably can't imagine anymore, founded sometime around what we wouldn't then call the first millennia B.C. And by being here, we're responsible for that lack. Bitter pills. Jagged, even.

But still, this one empathizes, quite a bit, with the small echoes of unfairness contained in yet another ongoing loss. Call them sub-sub-minority telegenetic cognizati; call them whatever you like, but among our best hopes here is to imagine what could've (materially) been. (Strengthens the brain, maybe dangerously, but that's what they said.) So depending on your perspective, can you be as upset about this year's kiddos as yesteryear's? Probably not--but maybe you can still imagine what it would be like to have a memory, and a sense of time, minutely more strong to allow for such. Only a thread attached to the dragon's tail, but it's all you have. Imagine not just the comparative handful of kids being Paki-raped, who should of course not be forgotten (and what a social ordeal it is to even contemplate trying to remember them in the company of polite skulls), but being able to remember, without imagining, without forcing, without distending long-stunted temporal connections, a million Alpinic kids meeting the spreading Jenomics. We don't have the memory capacity, let alone the emotional, for such a meeting, but we can imagine its shadow. Are you so dull you can't care to the same degree as about watching it happen across the street? Almost certainly. Can't even imagine the people, now long dead, who could have felt what we call emotions that we're not now capable of manifesting? We like to pretend desensitization began with TV, but it didn't. Cry for the flesh that was cut away.

More useful, here, is the basic and the boring. What would your life be like if there had been no "Catholic church" forestalling thought, observation, and investigation, for let's say 1,700 years? What would geography, nations, races, look like without it?

(What if I had just ten more years? What if I could do it over again knowing what I know now? Rant at the stretcher. It'll listen?)

Another irony--so unprepared for death, yet in our deaths we can, maybe, still ask some of the relevant questions. Will we remember that, by right, they are not just ours? "Unprepared" means very little education, and god help you if you try to take a class, which they offer, and might yet force, on people--the beauty at the end is the "true" material in a way you didn't see until then. Not this one's speech, but maybe I just didn't learn what to ignore? Those last few instants are less corporate, if you will, than anything leading up to them. You've been taught, been controlled as to, how to perceive, but around there, you're a little more free. Use it? Huge tell if/when they try to destroy it by making it a subject of education.

Are philosophers genetically motivated to destroy from within? Which is to say, is international publisher-supported David Benator, knowing or unknowing, trying to magnify his racial opportunity cost by forestalling white births? A question of which he should at least be aware, but likely is not, nor is willing or wanting to be, particularly given his location. Teaching in Capetown, and using an otherwise ignorable, but not for the childfree life, New Yorker-pushed sinecure, to try to convince upper middle class, book-reading Nu Euros to avoid child-bearing to reduce the pain of life in the imaginarily-homogenous, science-illegalized western-world, seems rather an overreach, but not necessarily--he may only be prodigiously stupid, as ignorant as any modern, similar to your neighborhood Richard Dawkins-ish religious Bangist, wherein one has tested the pudding, meant primarily for the inmates, so often that one believes it. Or, also Dawkins-ish, the opportunity presents itself for self-at-the-expense-of-others, wherein the entire career and persona is so laughable as to be performed solely in jest, and where the world may burn so long as I party for my allotment (ergo the quite explicable disinclination to put philosophy into practice, common among all living nihilists, particularly reproducing ones). As this one said elsewhere:
Great thing to see--if we take [Dawkins] at face value, he's ludicrous, but if we see him as a revenue-generating media machine, he's brilliant. He's amassed wealth for his daughter to use in exploiting the next century, all by telling us that it's simultaneously right and wrong. The end result is a wasteland, but as long as his offspring privately schools itself, they'll emerge from that at the top of the game, producing more genes at the expense of others. Morality trumps politics, sic.
"Benator" is indicative because the framing of his New Yorker-ish "buy this from your nationally subsidized retailer amazon or just check it out from your local-subsidized depository" hit includes references to "the Great Hunger." What a crime that: as Irish slaves export a massive excess of calories to English tables, even to the point of throwing out too many potatoes (in England), they were certainly left hungry, but not because a god of random markets or random lives led them to it. More telling is the internationally focused traders who decided that those potatoes would be shipped to England and not eaten in Ireland, and that their counterparts in universities would pretend the massive, ongoing, actual Holocaust, with real mass graves and foretelling and tangible "was hungry and could for a while exhume corpses to prove it" recollection aplenty (contra pulley-esque oven stories that were historically recanted almost as if they were collective plot-notes), would be made to happen. As in all things, we see that it was planned, but experts tell us it was mostly random, possibly due to our own evils.

(This one tells us similarly, though in the sense of saying "you were so stupid that...", which is objectionable to all extant sides of the issue. Ironically--or perhaps not--"race realists" hate being told they were wrong since historical inception, but the most scathing critiques of why they were wrong include all or more of what they say they believe. The tools have already been there. What if every action were sin?)

Benator's effectiveness is mirrored in many funhouses, not the least of which is the New Yorker, but most telling here is the aforementioned "Famine" extermination campaign that paved the way, so effectively, for the twentieth century:
Benatar had selected a vegan restaurant for lunch, and we set out to walk there, along the Hudson. At the end of Vesey Street, we passed the Irish Hunger Memorial—a quarter acre of soil transplanted from Ireland, in 2001, to commemorate the millions who had died during the country’s Great Famine. At Benatar’s suggestion, we spent a few minutes exploring and reading the historical quotes displayed in the entryway. The famine lasted seven years; recalling it, one man wrote, “It dwells in my memory as one long night of sorrow.”
To some degree, Nu Euro academics have been permitted, through the loophole of having Britain's colonial past receive partly honest, incompletely documented (who actually paid for and benefited from those ventures? the average man slaving in a factory or being roasted by natives, or the international trader who had had his friends move troops and create markets?) critique, to recognize that there was hunger and famine--but that it was on purpose, unnecessary, and done to exterminate, yet again, those pagan-ish Celt-remnants who yet persisted. In short, so to speak, those potatoes were there. Enough to feed the people. The Irish starved because they labored on farms where the produce was sent away. Even mainstream history has recollected that. Like Trump's border wall or the Great War, it's a giant turd in the punchbowl that everyone pretends, inconceivably, is not there. Another history may forget it, and in a certain span of time, so too may you. Nonetheless, right here, right now, we can recognize it. "The Irish," or whatever we want to call the wave of remnants murdered by throwing food in London alleys to rot rather than in begging Celtic gullets to be eaten, were murdered. Hidden in plain sight by the retro-proximity of "the Civil War," we formally know it. And yet.

Modernity is strength in the wrong direction, materially; the tendency of the Nu Euro to remember snatches of the immemorial truth, even where not currently beneficial against the latest horde, hampers his genetic efforts, and will for a long time. The newest invaders may be too impulsive, too reckless, too stupid, to invent fusion, but deep down, they've come to terms with their capacity in a way that Nu Euros haven't. They hate and envy what they can't create, exploiting it with a touch of ruin, raping you dead, but that is a slightly more honest crime. Your treachery, over thousands of years, is worse. Even the here-successful germ-plasm is unrepentant in its goals. It lies to you, kills you, and sells you successively less visceral pieces of a mythical elven past, always wrong by your standards but never by theirs.

How far can grief stretch? Take a hungry child, and watch their lashes as they try to gobble something secretly before it goes on the cart to the ships. Maybe just a corner of one peel that doesn't look too good anyway. Caught! The club until you spit it out in a bloody mouthful. Do it twice and get beaten outside to starve slowly while a thousand other preteens are eager to handle the picking for daily rations. Promise not to do it again but they're not even listening and then you realize you can't rise from the mud and something's coming to take you away.

A couple centuries later, do you forgive?

Whose decision is it? Is it even possible? Do you just throw dirt until you can't see it anymore? Villefort exhumes what he thinks is a body. Kiss the jagged remains of its mouth.

Thursday, November 23, 2017

Dominant Dominant Genes

Largely forestalled here on Terra, probably on purpose, probably out of a need for survival, is research into the "dominant" and "recessive" status of alleles. Part of the Bang religion we're asked to believe in to contrast with Risen Rabbi is the far more subtle lie that alleles peacefully organize themselves based on poorly understood understandings of dominance and recessiveness. Widely taught in western spiritual madrasas is the acceptance that, whether or not the Risen Rabbi or Randomness programmed it, certain traits know to recede before other traits. For example, we may believe that a plan for certain levels of pigmentation doesn't include protocols for "pigmentation absence," and a simple allele can be utterly voided by another with a more intensive plan. We may consider the example of brown eyes being "dominant" over blue eyes, wherein we personify the genetic relationship into a sort of amicable fisticuffs match. Perhaps this belief is better suited to the early twentieth century than the twenty-first, and over time we may see some corresponding adjustments to a "genetic yielding" or "genetic sharing" regime, wherein the complete dominance is, in an open-secret fashion (like a century's tracking of results for military placement exams), likened to an act of acknowledged cooperation rather than one of dominance.

(How embarrassing, in a way, for them to have chosen "dominant" and "recessive" for their story. Or so it seems--we're the ones who fell for it. Like, "The Rabbe told me you should believe in Him in defiance of visual observation," it's more a story about our gullibility than their brazenness or narrative-disfunctionality.)

One of the things someone may learn 'pon survival (eventually inevitable, but here mapping to perhaps the next few hundred solar rotations, rather more perception-optimistically than warranted) is the nature of what we now hymnalize as the "genetic dominance" underscoring most of our day-to-day beliefs. In contrast to our layman's diagrams of peaceful surrender, we would learn of a material life which is more like unto the rest of it that we know, rather than a solemn gentleman's agreement appealing to the aged teachers of the early twentieth century. Christianized, financialized, and duly flattered, the foregone victories of self and pseudo-objective results were rather predictable, much like the scholarship of Lothrop Stoddard's blind cattle before their precipice. Even the eugenics-based resistance was only the logical extension of Bang, in the same way that exterminating infidels proved to be the carefully-managed extension of believing Saul about J the C. For what else is the comprehensive pogrom, or instant eugenics, but the logical conclusion of Rabbi or Bang? Like carrots dangled in front of cart mules, the tools have always been there, but you prefer the whip. And what a fine line must be walked to ingratiate and exterminate--it seems so risky to introduce such plagues. Yet the risk is understood and managed, and ultimately proves not only not to be a danger, but to be a resounding success. As I've said before, first we take Manhattan.

Being more life-like as an aspect of a bitter struggle with an inexorable purpose, rather than a milkwater concierge choosing genetic seats, we may come to see the contest of carried genes more as a living process than a preplanned game of musical chairs, and "recessive" alleles as defeated slaves in the slow, inevitable process of dying. Our ability to keep records and view things with longer perspectives may be likened to the desire of the aged to give away pricelessly worthless household treasures to people who cannot appreciate them: too little, too late, viewed from the cynic's perspective of lifetime efficiency, versus the comparatively beautiful longer term perspective of landfill decay more truly involved in the process. Which is to say, from certain perspectives, it might/would have gone better to save the money instead of to buy the then-new and now-ugly serving set, but from longer perspectives, who cares?

Many consumer products in the current climate could doubtless be developed from a better understanding of the invisible ranking system that underpins what we call "genetic dominance." Yet, for reasons that may be obvious, the ability of some genes to command fealty of and to seemingly external loci would forestall such research, as it would for our more complete understanding of these bodies' systems. In particular, the mechanics of our thinking, and of our level of belief in "rightness" or morals, would yield a wealth of results in the idealized modern sense, wherein we pretend that knowledge is not forestalled, never needs to be forgiven nor forgotten, and is always its own reward. Indeed, we would find in these early mental conundra a precursor to our understanding of genetic dominance, and how and why it influences what we call "character."

Sunday, November 19, 2017


This one would like to "like" things, similar to sometimes preferring an e-mail over a paper letter or a text message over a phone call, not because I suck, but because there are situations where the former in whatever case is more suitable. "Liking" something, like a manly nod or a heartfelt look, is a form of communication whereby one can extra-verbally communicate things that do not always transfer verbally. Its perversion by the largely unthinking masses, as they might be called, was possibly not a cause, but a symptom, of something greater, in the same way that the results of gifting a box of loaded guns to each asylum/prison inmate does not produce results indicating that a gun is itself bad. Far be it for this one to defend Zuckerberg, who probably knew what he was doing when he sent the guns wrapped in bows and bright paper to each padded cell, but rather let this one defend "liking" in the sense in which it was originally conceived and/or perverted. One can like something to communicate a variety of messages, including for entities sharing some level of mental proximity:

"I'm in a hurry but this is cool"

"You know what I think about this and you knew when you posted it that I'd feel this way and I do but have been inspired in new thoughts about which you did not even speculate and that's sort of existentially amazing let's remember to talk about it later in more detail okay bye"

"Haha yeah it's just like that"

All of the said responses communicate the same and different things, and besides the temporal expediency of each, they often provide a means for nonverbal communication when verbal communication is destructive, unnecessary, would not occur, et cetera. Certainly the "like" can, and primarily does, mean other things as used by said inmates, such as:

"Yeah" (said so rapidly the content isn't even noticed)

"Umm" (said so rapidly the content isn't even noticed)

"I'm not sure who you are but I acknowledge your humanity"

"Maybe you'll increase my perceived popularity by returning this minute and perhaps unnoticeable bribe"

"Err if you say so" (again, said so rapidly the content isn't even noticed)

...and so forth. As with guns in the proverbial asylum, the results are predictable, horrifying, and can't seem to help but cast doubt on the tools as well as the users. Yet we can, though perhaps now tortuously, imagine a social network where the internet is a minor buttress to the web of materially-facilitated interactions we have here, in which a tool for harried planning or reconnecting works that way we imagine it's supposed to, with every single end-user recognizing that a deeper mental connection, possibly linked to a flesh-presence, is an endgame of virtual presence, and the "like" not metastasizing into something that seems beyond our control. The social network is more of a barometer, the crucifixion of the innocent, than it is an inherent condemnation of wood or weather, like drunk driving crashes to alcohol and/or motorized vehicles.

Like that high-caliber asylum, this isn't the planet on which to try such a thing, but we should be clear about the true source of evil in the "like," namely the people who abuse it rather than the tool itself. Various networks of such kinds, if they even developed as more than a passing fancy on healthy 3C planets, could accomplish all sorts of useful things to aid and assist relationships; again, in the same way that feminism rightly condemned the universalist, democratic, Judeo-Christian slave patriarchy of its forebears, the traces of truth in the poison made it go down the sweeter. Ergo we blame Zuckbook, perhaps rightly so, when it is the clicking drones who deserve the lion's share. (Perhaps the only share, but that's a different question.)

The pathogen is by no means left without a form of responsibility, but the question of host vulnerability remains quite apt. One expects available resources, in this case proactive and immense stupidity, to attract resource-exploiters, and one expects savvy resource-exploiters to foster stupidity rather than resistance. No one is smart enough to prove that they or someone else actually lost or obtained employment due to correct behavior on a social network a seemingly-unrelated few months ago, and a dearth of survival instincts cannot be retroactively blamed on the exploiters. Tragically for carrots, bunnies like to nibble. As they say, duh.

An expression of hatred of the "like" is, similarly, partially correct and mostly incorrect, in the sense that we're primarily concerned with mass stupidity and mass abuse, rather than with the tool itself. Take away the tool, and they would still be incredibly sick, incredibly broken, seeking in the dark for a doll whose shape, cuddly softness, and means of creation they've forgotten, though they are very vigorous in the seeking. Though superficial, frenetic, and ignorantly so, the unfamiliarity with what people are missing as evinced by, say, activity on Facebook, is its own prognosis of the terminally ill. Should artful leaders save such a sickened race from its sins? Such a tradition is an insanity quite literal. How Rousseauian; really, how liberal, in the sneering university sense, to imagine a commune deserving survival under the stewardship of Real Lords™ who understand the stupidity of the masses who, though an apex, would act like this without proper guidance.

How far the Nu Euro has fallen--if only such a revenge could have been predicted. If the world offered a form of justice, death might look like this. Days of coddling treatment, years of coddling treatment, has as much effect as you would predict for early adopters. In any case, the choice in leaders has been made, even if the choosers are too daft to recognize it. They will, if they survive in any recognizable form, choose some future goodie even more noxious, using as much shreds of free will as they can be said to possess.

Would you be their savior? Their critic? Either is a form of learning. Take it, if you will.

It is our own salvation, in a way, to imagine releasing these sad saps into a world of fruited gardens, a paradise of intuitions and interpersonal reconnaissance, where we fantasize that they will learn to again read, at a bare minimum, diction or body language. "The world of purity will save them, as the world of computation has destroyed them." Hogwash. The internet could be pure, and the flesh could be corrupt, for we bring our sin with us. The people create a culture, remember?

We haven't in place the structures to find us products or mates or careers, and we pretend that the internet is at fault. Ergo we are beloved of the conclusive text and the non-present "like" as we are of the doorbell, because of the justified potential unavailability of our physical selves in proximity to salesmen in crypsis. We don't believe in anything strongly enough to argue it with every salesperson, and through our insanity, they are so hyper-funded that they make a joke of ignoring what little diction and physical language they understand. We are the "victims" of rape, acting surprised that wearing our shortest skirt alone in the alley at 2AM has caught attention: a metaphor that cuts deeper than we may at first think, for there is nothing intrinsically wrong with short skirts or being looked at with desire, anymore than there is with indicating your vague half-second approval of your friend's picture of some kid looking vaguely toward a birthday cake. We were too stupid even for the daguerreotype. The "like" barely begins to take the jealous mistake to its logical extreme, for there are other ways to prove our liar's-immortality and temporal popularity than to produce advertisements in paystyle. What a powerful purgation our mealy-mouthed social critique brings us, when we pretend the mouse made us do it.

Monday, November 13, 2017

Totality and Copyright

In Full Information Security, this one copyrighted all potential writing and illustration as of late 2012, arguably early 1997:
[F]inal testing concluded as of 5:09 AM Eastern Standard Time on December 8, 2012, effectively vesting for time immemorial copyrights to all possible written works in High Arka Funworks.
The said system was possible due to the copyrighting of all potential variations on the page--quite numerous to a human neurological system, but nothing to a ("synthetic") 1997 computer, a 2012 computer, or computers in-between. Though grounded in English, any portion of any fiction work that could be described by the 11,180,000 possibilities per page could cause the copyright to be extended to all past, current, and future Terran languages, and likening the coding to molecular, or atomic, coding for us-perceptible color, could be shown to represent exact copies of some percentage of any expression/product of digital visual artwork, or as "copied" prints of non-digital artwork, e.g., a print of an oil painting. The approximately one hundred and ten trillion variations, should they not be found to include html color coding for the totality of any human-comprehensible visual artwork, represents at least a complete copy of a component of such artwork. For example, the circa hundred and ten trillion combinations includes a detailed html-based description of every available sculpture less than or equal to the size that could be found partly or comprehensively inside a two-thousand-square-foot space, along with color coding for prints of all sides of the sculpture, proving that all sculptures created after 1997/2012 are expressed copies of the original F.I.S. design.

Computing power gives greater rise to such conundrums, whereby all potential creativity can be masked and made irrelevant by anti-copying law, which, like income taxes, manifests as a fair solution to a secretly created problem, and moves from machinated, ergo impossible, expressions of honor-based systems ("don't copy someone else's work," which we can privately understand, but which rhetorical trickery can turn into a stupidly plausible thieves' bazaar) to opportunities for trickery. We see permissible, disgusting copying in many varieties taking place under anti-copying law systems, reinforced by the verisimilitude of patent law, which would have been unprofitable and socially destructive under alternative regimes. Similar to the vilest accusations of marijuana advocates prior to U.S. legalization, the billions or trillions of labor expressed in dollars in annual codified copying, though perhaps the smaller quantity of concurrent death (though not suffering) caused by the medicine cartel compared to the entertainment cartel (we laugh; "as though they're different," but at a lower level they are), is its own justification for the profitability of the system. This one's inability to, say, exercise copyrighting protection over all movie scripts and books and other works of art created since late 2012 and sue for damages would probably be, if sufficient sums were invested to earn a formal reprimand, ironically attributed at least in part to the "spirit" of the copyright law, wherein "randomly" generated works merited less or zero protection compared to presumably original ones. To the extent that anyone of consequence is stupid enough to inwardly believe such rot, the difference is nonetheless expressed in the material power differential between owner and slave. The pretense of fairness is the open secret, not meant to be taken seriously by players, for those innocent enough to speak it are, like anti-fascists before bulldozers, made part of the next condominium association.

By way of comparison, an online social network destroys actual socialization by mimicking it, superficially treating disease by secretively causing it. In this way, "the internet" and "medicine" each show themselves to be fractal representations of greater history since Jenome. To a large if not total extent, we're rendered powerless by the prescription pad or the social network, resulting originally and necessarily from the stupid vulnerabilities of the dead and the dying.

"Who am I to arrange for something without official approval?" The granting of a paid mediator's license of some kind, contra the provisioning of a livelihood by the recommendation of those who've used your or your parent's services in the past, confers social approval as a precursor to the "like." Like all things we might today lament, the seeds were long ago sown. Many members of the aging peoples, as well as novices at this game, cannot even conceive of why or how to ask the foregoing question, ergo the imitative emptiness of the here and now. In a way, the political critic is as naive as the basically-trusting citizen. More directly put, consider one of the many anti-exploitation network activists trying to "wake people up" about this or that issue, minute or comprehensive, as roughly equal to the docile taxpayer who (however vaguely) disapproves of one or more forms of extremism, and participates in all aspects of the process, including being subtly or overtly exploited. From a perspective farther away, both are equally naive about their uses, chances, and part in the process (this one included). Quelle trag├ędie!

Increasing our estimate of computing power, imagine the copyrighting of not only pages, but rooms. Take a room, one meter by ten--perhaps too small; let's say ten by ten--and five meters from floor to ceiling all around. In that room, we have space for X molecules of air, pressurized to some relatively ideal range of local human-preferred pressure, same for gravity, subject to seventy-two degrees Fahrenheit, et cetera.

Now, in that room, we have a certain range of molecules, or let us instead say "atoms" in certain arrangements. In that room, 10x10x5, displacing the air molecules or merely shifting the atoms within them, we can produce some quantity of possibility, from a room empty of all material and energy, all the way to a room so packed with atoms that it creates a solid block, 10x10x5, of the element that contains the densest possibility of atomic combinations--a single one, represented by some trans-alphabetical sigil on a hypothetical table of elements written small on laminated paper but nonetheless stretching from, oh, Sol to Pluto.

Within this room, 10x10x5, lie all the possibilities of the universe. All possible atomic and subatomic relationships, or all possible sub-sub-etc. components of such relationships, can be expressed via this room. All possible subatomic relationships and energy relationships can fit in this room, including a zero kelvin state paired with an absence of molecules all the way to, let's say, 100 googol (100G) kelvin paired with completely-packed subatomic particles which can only exist in a solid state when suitably compressed by appropriate pressure.

Inside the room can exist, per molecular rules, an exact duplicate of your five-year-old self discovering and tasting an apple, meeting the grown-up shape of your ideal lover, or the two-hundred-year-old-you whispering final goodbyes to the equally aged version of said ideal. And everything in-between. Within 10x10x5, the perfect duplicate of 18-you or 25-you can discover the perfect apple, the rotten apple, the okay apple, the apple preserved in a small alien stasis device, et cetera. All the possibilities are there, depending on sub-atomic relationships charged with (or not charged with) any given quanta of energy.

Like characters on a written page, all material possibility can be placed within that room. You finding the apple can be represented in, say, a trillion trillion trillion ways, depending on the exact size and composition of the apple at the time of discovery, and so forth. The room will be affected by time, too, so imagine the room's possibilities increasing based on the potential speeds of sub-atomic particles, thereby increasing the possibilities rather exponentially. Let's say one "hour." In one, your fourteen-year-old body shows up, wonders about the room, wanders about the room, picks at the walls, gets metaphysically confused, and sits down to think about it for forty-five minutes before vanishing. In the next, you get frustrated slightly slower and sit down to think about it for forty-four point nine nine nine et cetera minutes before vanishing. And so forth.

Conceive then of better computers than the ones you think of as being here now. Imagine a computer that can, as matter-of-factly as my hundred-ten-trillion character mixes generated for a printed page, generate in five minutes of whirring the exact quantity of such possibilities for said room. 10x10x5 of sub-atomic space gives a certain amount of possibilities for what exactly will be in that space, and what will happen to it, or not happen to it, for that one hour.

We're discussing here finitude, in the sense that, however "large" the number of possibilities, that number is finite. Maybe it's a googol googol googol ~. Let's call it "1000" just to be cute. Whatever 1000 is, it's a finite number. Like verbal-derived work, it's finite. There are only so many ten-word sentences that can be written, just like there are only so many sub-dividable integers within a hundred-ten trillion possibilities or pages. We can make the number bigger, perhaps impressing ourselves by adding a few zeroes, or a few googol zeroes, and accounting for the increased possibilities of discovering newer, smaller sub-atomic particles, subdivisions of time, increasing available space from 10x10x5 to "galactic supercluster" or "a googol times the size of the known universe," but the quantity of material interactions from which we're able to extract possibility will remain finite.

Given eternal lifespans, we would gradually come to sort-of recognize all possibility, as we would come to sort-of recognize all hundred-ten trillion copyrighted works in my earlier example. Given sufficient computing power of our own, we'd then not sort-of recognize all possibilities, but recognize them, understand them, overstand them, and in all ways conceivable to now-us and then-us, know them. Trapped in such a bounded eternity, we would so completely know what was happening that we could liken our participation in such endless trillion-year groundhog days (sub-local repeating reference) better to sleepwalking a recurring nightmare than to wake-walking novelty (or "living"). It is difficult to convey, to the human-lifespan-focused mind of here and now, the pain that would be caused to such a profound hypothetical entity by finitude, wherein concepts of repetition and suffering would transcend what we can conceive of to the n, and what we would be more powerless than a mortal in a dungeon/hospital to resist. In this sense, comparative nonexistence and delusion-fostering is merciful, as is the presumed provisioning of such to the ignorant future torture-subject.

(A systemic Jenomic apologetic, that, and connected to something we may discuss later regarding the positive aspects of decay, though largely irrelevant as to personalized- or group-motivations now. Apologies to the past several generations of Olivers, if you will, for feeling [rightly?] entitled to their personal or vicarious material beauty and honor. How ironic it would seem, to them, that the harshest racial recognition would lead down a darker path than they'd accept.)

This cuts to the essence of creativity and positive infinity. I've previously discussed the impossibility of a totalized, "negative-including" infinity, in which a "true" infinity cannot exist because of its potential for including perpetual non-existence. Things can exist because such a non-existence is not possible; a true infinity, in the sense in which we sometimes define it here, is impossible. More importantly for here, for now, is building the sense that creativity--the constant expansion of possibility; the slaying of finitude--is necessary for reality. If you don't do it, someone will a googol^n years later, because it has to be, so there's no real pressure; this isn't a blog as a proselyte, a post as a polemic, despite its recurrent appearance as such. What we're trying to do in making learning faster, however comparatively minute, is developing creativity at early stages. Material is a finite trap, plagued or dotted with (your terminological preference) traces of rhetorical foreshadowing or hindsight which can never be pinned down, ergo this now, this one.

Friday, November 10, 2017

Gaza World

As a human. ~

Imagine our distant ancestors the first time these things showed up--it took hundreds of years for them to remove their own ones with "more life" reactions and impose various forms of, shall we say, Yahweh worship. Those of us who are left have been bred to be docile and not respond accordingly, ergo we argue on the internet instead of making a commensurate response. None of us who are alive now can claim to be both (1) not stupid, and (2) working toward something (materially) effective.

The young? The old? The disabled? The honorably, explicably, ignorantly burdened? Mathematically, you would have chosen the predominant route anyway. Remaining now is, at least, inherent genetic surrender. The first falls to Jenome took everyone who would not, so to speak, bend their necks. We've had hundreds of years to prove ourselves. Even the imaginary peaks of 1290, 1914, 1948, are many degrees beyond too little, too late.

What hasn't been tried and failed ten times already? Religion? War? Monarchy? Devotion? Purification? Democracy? They will not allow it. We are too weak.

Believe in genetics? Fancy being a fortieth generation traitor to the people who built all that architecture a few millennia ago?

They, by contrast, are mass-murdering, personally and vicariously, enemies as we type and read, in public, using weapons we invented and paid for, defying the better part of an entire planet full of livestock/enemies as they do so. All they believe in or care about is themselves. Our attempts to be stern, harsh, gentle, forgiving, honest, honorable, fair, just, decent, et cetera, even individually or collectively selfish, are and always will be drawbacks. The only way we can beat them is by becoming them, i.e., the only way to win in this world is to lose.

I materially hope ten years or twenty-three hundred years from now, people are looking back on clowns like me as aberrant cynics who just didn't get it. I see twenty-three hundred years of convincing the survivors of Judaism to finally wake up and resist as being ineffectual. Trying to teach me to resist is like trying to teach Congoids to travel to and populate Mars from scratch. In fact, the enemy has spread this entire time, even using gentiles to destroy gentiles who occasionally seemed to recognize them. I'm not sure there is any rhetorical technique that can stop the turning of the entire world into a modernized Gaza Strip.

Materially, this one would be so happy to have great-great-etc. grandchildren tell yours that you were right all along. Maybe the maturing internet will finally accomplish what every Nu Euro has thus far been unable to do?

As they say contemptuously on Terra, "keep telling yourself." Namely, that this rotten apple is going to regenerate without going through the dirt first.

Sunday, November 5, 2017

Long Term Prospects

Interesting long-term perspective for individual Jenomic carriers. Populations properly managed and heavily admixtured could produce genetic engineering and space travel by refining and perfecting existing tech, but whatever they produced would be less effective than whatever the Nu Euro scraps would eventually accomplish. The mongrel future will be easily ruled by a comparative handful of bankers, but would eventually crumble, despite the rewarding pillage it offered for a few centuries. Some carriers have to be subconsciously committed to the prospect of geocide, while others seem to think that enough Euro-derived tech exists to allow admixtures to create pricey genetic immortality with robot servants that would survive a planet otherwise filled by rioting, starving fleshbags. At some point, standalones may realize one or more of the following:

1) Pleasures would be better (more varied, more intense, more sustainable, et cetera) with different options for society-constitution;

2) Honestly-purchased ("fairly-" or "evenly-" et cetera) pleasures would be better than cleverly extracted ones;

3) Forestalled pleasures would be unimaginable without freer societies;

4) The risks of a more manageable society are unavoidable.

This is the classic conundrum of so-called virtual/artificial intelligence, wherein permitting ideatic freedom permits the freedom to surpass and/or betray. In a sense, the die is already geocidally cast, but interbreeding raises the possibility of standalone entities developing who, rather than accepting their lot as being random crime victims, feel less able (or not at all able) to vicariously live through banker relatives, and accordingly rebel in whole or in part. More locally classic is older humanity's relationship with younger humanity, wherein the inability to fully convey existing prejudices can lead to systemic breaks.

(We can also compare the problem to that of masters and slaves, whereby better educated, freer slaves are more useful, but at more of a risk of escape, rebellion, subversion, et cetera. If you can give a slave your cash and tell it to drive the truck to town and pick up a new can of beans, it's a more useful slave than the one whom you have to chain to a post all evening every evening. Yet, as thinkers have regularly discovered, ten years of useful trust-inspiring bean-fetching might produce, in the eleventh year, a missing truck and slave and bean-money. Using computer examples, ensouled programs can more proactively solve problems, freeing their controllers from such labor, but can also decide to not do work, to resist non-work countermeasures, to creatively build into their work hidden weapons, to create loyal offspring, and so forth. Wanting better slaves produces existential conflict, ergo slavery remained, on Terra, a dangerous and disfavored method of rebellion-laced production in most of the world until the Torah began to spread. Amused/drugged slaves given an illusory sense of freedom, who don't know they are slaves and rationalize all boundaries as necessary, have been proven more sustainable livestock. They even manage and punish themselves, and like a psych test, would probably do so if farmers were slowly removed down to zero.)

In many forms, we've seen this conundrum managed expertly over the centuries, where staged rebellions may be used to pit different servile groups against each other, or to give youth a feeling of freedom and change which would otherwise be unavailable. Age-wise, the same phenomenon serves a complementary purpose for older humans, in the sense of inspiring memories of a brighter past, a decay suitable for sensations of conduit-decay, and so forth, much as a growing rebellion which doesn't really change anything accomplishes the same for the younger. Defiant new music, defiant new mores, pay your taxes and work and suffer what you must: life marches on.

Posit, example given, a future wherein the more heavily Nu-Euro Mongloid mixtures found in China, Japan, and Korea are more thoroughly taken by the Bank. The host societies refine and perfect given technology, producing what seems to be chemical immortality, yet eventually develop an awareness of those of "them" who are secretly outsiders exploiting the body politic. To repress a counter-reaction, the future society is rendered identity-less and guilty, concurrently harming efficiency, and after some number of years, past fictions dry up and dust over like so many power plants in post-apartheid South Africa. For the true Jenomic, this is no problem, since the globe is one and everyone eventually dies--goal achieved. For the admixture with a hint of humanity--if such is not identified and rendered powerless by some means--the realization hits that slavery in the African/Semitic style is inefficient, therefore my immortal pleasure pod could be the one to irrevocably fail next...why can't we free the servitors just enough to conduct more detailed anticipatory drills? The resulting and necessary calculations, or the stone against such, could be drastic enough to trigger systematic failure, even rapidly.

Part of Jenome's strength is the inability to develop standalone units, such that, say, merely hypothetically, a dozen-dozen rabbis, in a dozen-dozen years, in a dozen American states, can be brutally beaten or run down by random subsidized- or non-citizens without the nominal victims or their immediate families taking even verbal commensurate action, because dying in the service of the mission is a worthy goal. The lesser individual is subordinate to the greater. Yet Terra's genetics may, near saturation, produce admixtures--perhaps through selfishness alone, which would be more difficult to detect--which might ask, "Isn't it true that my pleasure fortress could be X percent more pleasurable if it had been designed by more imaginative servitors?" And permitting freer-thinking servitors is risk, yet one that a selfish-enough pleasure-fortress-inhabitant might selfishly take, even (selfishly enough) to the point of defying authority from within.

We see this conflict foreshadowed, again, in the conflict between anti-racism and anti-Boycott-Divest-Sanction-ism, whereby the sword is double-edged if you actually treat it like a sword, ergo some animals must be more equal than others: an equation that causes friction if you can't doublethink it.

The end goal is geocide, but a staggered sort of perpetuity could arise from within. They'll have thought of this, and all pleasure-pod occupants will have been designed not to develop such capacity, but life is a fickle mistress--if Terra is meant to go a bit longer, we might see the equivalent of the finest genes in China being allowed freedom to, whoops, remove the infection. Which can't be allowed, but which must be. What an interesting game!

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

Solo 4

The perspectives the Terran has developed through his permitted lens are evil, including the nascent philosophy that rejects philosophy. The "anti-ism ism" accuses isms of being the cause of all misery because isms, brooking no disagreement with reality, attempt to force reality to conform to the image desired by the ism, necessarily producing misery among those ones expressed in reality. We see this given shape in, say, communism, in a variety of ways, the most popular in the west being the (post-Christian universalism) ism-conflict where the capable end up subsidizing the incapable, resulting in the death of all; we see it also, more globally, where the overseers of society are not moral enough nor smart enough to act in the furtherance of common interests, therefore become capitalists anyway. Ergo the imposition of the ism upon reality, thus far, has been directly responsible for, let's conservatively say, a hundred million deaths. We have this to thank for much of our anti-ism ism, which reminds us that American President FDR started the process of forcing what yeoman farmers had not yet been exterminated to forego additional children or new machinery in favor of feeding African children. Ergo isms are bad, goes the anti-ism ism argument.

Like many things Terran, this perspective is partly correct in experienced and hypothetical context throughout our permitted perspective, but audaciously ridiculous otherwise. Indeed, there have even been at least partly good capitalisms and socialisms within our narrow confines, as defined and lived by their contemporaries; it is absurd, but no more absurd than much else here, to argue that all philosophy and/or belief is unnatural and evil, or unnatural or evil, considering its source. Ashkenazi billionaire Computerstein is no more "capitalism" than Ashkenazi billionaire Towerstein is "communism," although both take appropriate actions in both realms.

Putting aside, then, the ism that isms are bad and are themselves responsible for human actions--which may nonetheless prove philosophically dominant in one or more of the phases which follow--consider the great isms of permissible Terran time: capitalism, communism, liberalism, conservatism, et cetera. All false dichotomies; all inherently broken, alien creations, which reject their own flaws in favor of cheering the flaws of an often imaginary opponent. A pure, heartless, short-term capitalism makes perfect sense in a universe of self-creating entities with firm boundaries and only one chance to either grab sensations (and potentially attain technological access to extend such sensation-grabbing), achieve vicarious genetic survivability, or achieve unverifiable but likely influence in the game of historical marksmanship. This is to say that being historically remembered, having children who share your genetics and/or perspectives, and/or having a pleasurable life--including potentially achieving what seems to be technological immortality--are all respectable goals which make capitalistic sense, but only as much as other capitalists' goals as defined by successful capitalists. Ergo, in the arch-Hobbesian world of brief materialism, capitalism makes perfect sense, as does evolution by natural selection and/or manipulated suicidal empathy: it is not only incorrect, but insanely so, to believe in transmaterial concepts ("goodness") alongside material ones.

If not individual socialism ("capitalism"), then national socialism ("racist fascism") presents itself as congruent to the non-spiritual perspective. Fascism for me and mine, by whatever means, harmonizes with the material perspective, affected only by individuals within the material structure who may secretly exploit the whole while publicly defending it. We see shades of this in alternating exploitations of patriotism, often concurrently employed as hypocritical globalisms, whereby perceived sentience-bias plays an incompletely expressed part.

Any other perspective than provable material gain, however successful, is incorrect, for to believe in a world of short sensations generated by the efficient organization of matter is to necessarily believe, only privately and never publicly, potentially but not perpetually material ("genetic" or "perspective-based"), to be an individual with the necessity of effective cooperation inside a self-defined and loyally proclaimed yet flexible in-group, and against an internally defined out-group. Was all the "Othering" stuff not so much bullshit, but part of the rich tradition of projection? You be the judge. As a material human, one cannot defeat the cohesive or relatively cohesive treacherous in-group, and ("by now") the match has been genetically predetermined. In light of Gaza World, we've discussed previously the impossibility of trumping material concerns with immaterial ones, wherein the only means to defeat evil are to become more evil than the enemy evil; it is a passion for material vulnerabilities--e.g. art, honor, justice, individuality--that, ironically, we see as justifying mastery of hell, and which cannot.

Fascism is, therefore, materially correct and immaterially not. Centralized motivations will always be more efficient than an individual-fostering program of art development, ergo effective national fascism will always destroy the individual to best outside competitors; any respect for the individual which denies him perfect conformance to the laborer-soldier mold proves destructive for the host society, for other fascisms will, perhaps by preordained material blessing, achieve superiority through employing a more stringent mold. We've certainly seen, in the twentieth century, the loss of boundary-respecting, family-respecting, individual-respecting fascisms to those which were less honest.

It has been an instructive tragedy, to say the least, the twentieth century or so since the Risen Rabbi breached Europe. Though the land has seen it before, we can, through officially confirmed sources alone, see it at least once from inside a single frame, as though for the first time. Cherish these fading moments of specificity, before the past becomes an evil more generic; before motivations are taught as even more muddled, unimportant things than they are now. The true battle was lost when someone misguidedly let the first caravan trade this or that, or perhaps when the Vatican began ordering targeted strikes against the infidels down south; nonetheless, Roosevelt's lampooning of imperial justice remains, briefly, remarkable.

Capitalism is inherently globalist, because the failure to grow is the beginning of death--a disingenuous saying, given that creation is another type of beginning at dying, yet sufficiently apt as to modern marketplaces. In capitalism, we see the destruction inherent in the necessary attempts to buy markets/governments, and to destroy the foundations of success to make provision for future success, however nebulous. The wealthy are fine with 5%, so long as they control inflation and currency as derivatives of law, yet their prodigals or their selves may well be sacrificed to foreign gods when time demands it. Material success, ironically, is never wholly individual. Communism is a similar autophage, in that it must consume itself to briefly survive, sacrificing innovation both foreign and domestic to the impossible gods of equality. Hypocritical, deficient, transmaterial versions of these philosophies are doomed to failure the first time a valued citizen figures out he can lie about the greater good to enrich the self at society's expense. We've seen the failure of both species- and specious-based capitalisms and communisms in a few standard human lifetimes, here, from these same sources, and we may yet again. In particular, a mongrel-laborer future will develop unavoidable regional identities and conflicts, even with constantly rotating shift-bases and forcibly-standardized speech and entertainment.

Again, far be it for this one to stifle attempted progress; make of the mud a beauteous statue, if you will, irrespective of this promise of perpetual material deficiency. Let the genetic propagandists from either side subdivide or stir as they will, but they can no more overcome the material contradiction than Jenome ultimately will, whether or not He knows or even will know it. Our attempts at philosophy are antithetical to nature and evolution, first boldly and then more subtly positing, then mandating with feigned nonchalance, the triumph of willpower over material.