Thursday, August 9, 2018


Analyzing pedophilia in the manner of anal sex can prove almost as, or perhaps more than, enlightening, in the sense of human sexuality being instructive about humans.

Preponderance of Pedophiles

Approaching the issue of pedophilia first through the lens of Terra's currently popular random mutation religion provides a number of potential insights. This is because evolution is, in large part, actually about concepts related to survival--in the sense of most organisms not evolving with a mortal aversion to air--even if the mutations which cause Terran organisms to fit into the Terran system are not randomly generated. We feel an instinctive understanding of the rightness of "survival of the fittest," which is part of how the "random mutation" lie gained such social traction: by being paired with survival of the fittest, the "random mutation" component of the faith made this nasty little random remora subtly popular, whereas evolutionary theories which had components of survival of the fittest, but not random mutations, didn't receive the necessary press or university backing in the 19th & post-19th-century west to survive. (Irony.)

Compare the way the "random" portion of the faith piggybacked on the reasonable, intuitive, obvious "you have to be fit for survival in order to survive" to the way that Christianity piggybacked on all spirituality, creating a false dichotomy between "material only" and "maybe something spiritual" in which almost all social force claimed that any meaning to existence beyond the drudgery of the material belonged solely to Christianity, causing many otherwise good, sensible people to wrongly conclude, "Well, I sort of feel there's more meaning than this, so I guess I should believe in Jesus." Anyone who disagreed outside of the private sphere was murdered, and even now, when after centuries of murder the mortal punishment for that type of heresy is no longer necessary, ordinary people who realize that bouncing molecules isn't the sum of everything conclude that they should find their way to the church of the risen rabbi. The edifices of government and academy worked similarly with Bangism, using something really instinctively obvious, like "you have to be capable of surviving to survive," as a trick to sell their "random mutation" lie, talking so much about the two together that almost everyone just assumed the "random" thing was as obvious and provable as the "fittest" part. It's a common marketing trick, like suggesting that if you don't buy Super Cola you are also a homo, or wear your pants pulled up to your chest, or don't like Local Team, et cetera. You might not enjoy Super Cola but still be heterosexual or wear your pants normally or like the local sporting team, but enough media can convince most people that there is a relationship between things they already like or feel and things that someone is wanting to be sold. Like, buying a Chrysler is like eating Grandma's apple pie on the fourth of July. Home-baked desserts and feeling good about your community are inseparable from this one particular car company. You get it, right? Pass the collection plate. Similarly, there are lots of ways to find deeper, perhaps indecipherable, meaning in existence, without concluding that some rabbi must be an all powerful god, but enough commercials and murder can create a culture like nineteenth century Europe or America, where any sense of the transcendent got smushed into rabbi-worship. Run a bunch of commercials about the new teen health center, and mothers who wouldn't've otherwise thought of that idea after an argument with their brat kid will go to the teen health center and get really excited about whatever drivel, and/or pharmaceutical, the center is pushing. And, sadly, they're probably not smart enough to realize why they really found their way to that answer. So too with religion, where people often don't understand how they ended up believing something was true, or how the things they really feel inside don't necessarily need to connect with whatever corporate logo they've been taught to associate with those feelings.

The concept of survival of the fittest has, similarly, conflicted with so many religions. Putting aside any pre-Christian moralities, use some version of Christian morality, which more people have an idea of now than any non-Christian moralities whose adherents were murdered when Europe was taken: posit generation after generation of people watching as actual piety, empathy, surrender, et cetera, produced a lack of, rather than a mild or abundant quantity of, success. Someone who smiles tenderly at the mugger loses his stuff and maybe gets his ass whipped, while someone who pulls out his Glock and shoots the mugger keeps his stuff and doesn't get beaten up. Similarly, the dude who backstabs his co-workers and shamelessly sucks up to the boss gets the big promotion and retires to a mansion, whereas the co-worker who got lied about is passed over, fired, and ends up working retail into his seventies. The material world doesn't reward good behavior, and the endless Christian promises of "rewards later!" have been a great part of that belief system's draw, but were consistently unsatisfying, and personally unverifiable, which made it so easy to transition western society from Christianity to Bang, where at least your sense that the world is against your conception of decency can comport with the random version of Nameless God.

(The much healthier pre-Christian paganisms of Europe had notions that you should try your hardest and follow the examples of fictional god-characters to do and be your best, but often, perhaps always [we don't know thanks to the swords and fires of the heresy-hunters], included a female representation of material reality similar to the Greek "Fate," where the tendency of the world to screw you over due to its own plans unfathomable to you was acknowledged, and considering humans and the way they select and desire mating, it's really appropriate to personify that role as female, but that's a separate subject.)

Survival of the fittest, then. Like anal sex, the desire to screw--or touch or diddle or play with or whatever--infertile young, whether of one's own species or of colts, is an evolutionary loss, though even moreso considering that anal sex might lead to accidental vaginal penetration, whereas the immature womb simply cannot be part of the conception of offspring. Yet despite this, a lot of people throughout recorded history have apparently suffered this anti-evolutionary affliction of wanting to in some way behave sexually with the sexually immature. It is, like anal sex, an evolutionary mystery, where a trait that should've been utterly rejected, disqualifying one for a designation even remotely like "fittest," and yet it endures. Not only Christian authority figures with immature males, but many other adult humanoids who were apparently members of the "fittest" after x hundred thousand years of supposedly brutally competitive evolution, exhibit this trait.

How many, and to what extent, is impossible to tell. Western countries are often arresting some lone weirdo for child porn, though we don't have statistics--even dishonest ones--on how many people the police forces of the world's various countries suspect, or investigate, or actually catch, having looked at, owned, or transmitted child porn annually in the world. Nonetheless, we can extrapolate that the numbers are quite a bit higher than we tend to assume.

Firstly, sex tourism: lots of dinky little Asian countries have acknowledged sex tourism industries for child prostitutes, and if we extrapolate from the percentage of people in the U.S. who can afford to drop five grand on international travel to the exclusion of something otherwise popular to their demographic, and who are willing and able to take the moral and legal risks, against the total population, that suggests a very high number of people who would screw the eight-year-old slave if all other factors were removed. For example, if you're part of the small class of people who can afford to spend five grand on a yearly trip, you form a population that is a distinct minority, and if XX% of that population spends the money going to Thailand to bang eight-year-olds, as opposed to staying nervously at home or just going to Cambodia and fantasizing about it but never actually visiting the broker recommended by that pamphlet from the dude outside the sex shop, or visiting the Grand Canyon instead, you represent a portion of the full population of western Europe and the U.S. which never appears nor can appear in any kiddie-sex-related figures. The people who go, being a tiny percentage of that percentage, can help us speculate about what percentage of people not only would go if it were socially acceptable, but what percentage of the total population would be, privately, interested in just the sex aspect--even if they would never go, nor admit to wanting to go, and would die rather than say, or didn't even know it about themselves. And that's dicey territory, because people don't want to admit they've seriously thought about the issue, or tried to titillate themselves even if they failed, so it's difficult to tell. Nonetheless, extrapolating from that tiny percentage of people with the social and financial freedom in life to take that trip to Laos for an eight-year-old or three, the number of those who do suggests quite a high proportion of those who would had they the cash and the time and the freedom and the self awareness. That is perhaps scary and unpleasant to think about, and the willingness of some governments to ignore the trend and not prosecute, so they don't lose all those hotel and restaurant dollars, even though people know full well there are dirty bastards selling kiddies to 50-year-old perverts who fly there every year as their lagging libido can find no other prop than the presumed ultimate, speaks volumes about their understanding of what an important industry it is for places people would otherwise not visit nearly as much.

Celebrity reference here is Rush Limbaugh. Remember when he was always doing the southeast Asia coast thing, and finally got arrested a little closer to home for traveling with too much Viagra? Consider, this is a man with many, many millions of dollars, who often hangs out in Manhattan, where some really high class hookers operate free of police oversight, and he could afford anything he would've wanted. Non-disfiguring sadism, anal where they do a pro clean with enemas beforehand, ten really beautiful chicks at once, sharing up with friends, watching four chicks go crazy with one another and then slaver really believably over him...but no, he keeps having to travel the world with his Viagra, for the obvious reason that there is one service you can't reliably buy safely yet in the U.S., namely kids. There are nominally straight Hollywood actors who buy legions of same sex potentials just to visually interview without fear, but the U.S. is not a safe child-sex trade place, and single wealthy older businessmen who globetrot in southeast Asia are not there because they really want to see this tiny Buddhist temple for the sixth time. Sometimes it's ladyboys, sometimes it's watching the K9 crew, and oftentimes, it's the things you can't get on Craigslist.

Fully accurately, preponderance-wise, there's no way to tell what percentage of humans would be attracted by underage sexual things. Part of this is some version of morality, where judging by the world, 90-some percent of people just never would, because they don't, but like homosexuality through the ages, some noticeable percent will despite the most punishing social aversion possible. Not just not being able to live near a park in America, but multiple homicide, multiple rape criminals forming gangs to shiv your anus in prison for moral reasons everyone else respects, provides a strong extra motivation to not do so, if you even needed one. Evolutionarily, though, we're concerned not just with who would despite potential social pushback, but just who has in them this extremely evolution-adverse trait. That anyone does is yet another proof that our evolution religion is wrong; every child abuse case since western legal records existed shows that this is not an organism that evolved randomly on this planet to out-compete other organisms via successful mutation of pro-reproduction traits. As with anal sex, we must remember that any form of sexual activity with kids is a complete evolutionary failure, a waste of time and resources, and while you're diddling some kid your evolutionary competitors are storing supplies or producing offspring and so forth. The idea that someone could compete, let alone survive, carrying that trait, particularly when human society has since written inception exhibited a violent mortal response to such behavior (yes, with a few exceptions, but primarily with a violent response approved), is absurd: one such pervert in the world per year, okay, maybe it's random, but a lot of them per year across many different societies is a proof that our random mutation struggle for survival is a poor choice in religions.

What if every male in the world were hooked up to bloodflow and brain monitors and shown a video of a fourteen-year-old hottie waving her naked butt and cooch at the camera while saying naughty things? Easy: nearly a 100% arousal rate, since she's probably gone through puberty already and age of consent laws are weird and unnatural. Drop the age of the actress to eight, though, and to four, and our percentages of arousal drop rapidly. But how rapidly? What percentage of single heterosexual 50-year-olds with lots of disposable income and free time and inclination have visited Thailand, and if every male in the western world were granted that income and free time, what percentage would take the trip? What if you could order it up to your hotel room with a 100% guarantee from God Himself that no one would ever find out? What if God's guarantee also included that it wasn't a real kid and would just pleasure you but not then exist forevermore?

The internet, as always, proves instructive here. Not only does "acting young" play in porno, or wearing pigtails and holding dollies while Tyrone bursts in, suggest widespread hebephilia (made-up name for "normal" given puberty), but digital alterations, illustration, erotic literature, and the like suggest a massive interest in the field. Sorry, topic. Topic. The thousands upon thousands of people facelessly trading actual kiddy pictures online, from "my kids at the public pool in their bathing suits," to the actual stuff, even in the presence of a massive monitoring system by exorbitantly perverted cop-like cowards who never have to actually go break up fights at the convenience store, suggests the number is really high, even though our governments aren't, and possibly can't actually be, honest with mere citizens about the subject. Indeed, the U.S. government's massive child porn stash, which they acknowledged only after so many years of catfishing so many people that it became impossible to hide anymore, suggests there are a lot of gullible fools who are still willing to offer some undercover web-pervert $50 to get the other ten pictures of Veronica and nameless dude.

The likelihood of people willing to be interested in mere child porn, and interested in it at huge personal risk, suggests that the number of people just interested in the topic--the number of actual pedophiles, including those who just never let themselves think it due to societal norms--is massive. Like, if driving dirt bikes or trading dirt-bike pictures carried with it a stiff jail sentence, but there were still thousands and thousands of people in just a few countries willing to keep risking their lives to trade pictures of dirt bikes or even ride dirt bikes themselves while trusting that the new guy wasn't a cop, obviously they're drawing from a population of people more risk-averse: a much, much larger population, which would never fill out a survey indicating that they liked dirt bikes. You can put a Target store in a certain area, and from the number of transactions per day, get a pretty accurate picture of who the nearby inhabitants are and what they number; so too with the shadow populations of private kid-fantasizers that the arrested ones show us. Much of the social passion against child porn or child abuse certainly draws from honest origins, but a large component, perhaps a silent majority component, draws from a sort of projective punishment and doth protesting too much. And if we developed mind-reading machines, we wouldn't want to know the answer.

Elimination of Competitors

Per Terra's current evolutionary faithfad, how could this be? An easy answer for how pedophilia could be evolutionarily successful is found in groups, not individuals: elimination of competitors. If you molest or rape or sexually spoil a girl from another tribe, perhaps you help your own girls indirectly. Say, e.g., there are 1,000 girls in your tribe, and you move among the other tribe, molesting three girls before they catch you and kill you. Their numbers of fertile reproducing females drop to 997, your tribe's remain at 1,000, and even though one male reproducer has been lost to your tribe, your tribe has a net gain. Therefore, evolution could have provided for some small percentage of child-abusers for each population, to increase the numerical dominance of that tribe's next generation.

This explanation fails, though, because molested girls tend to be more sexual, more sexual early, and have more children than average.. For every broken soul, there are four or five "sluts" who go on to have 0.3 more children than average (or much, much more than that before the availability of elective birth control drugs), or whatever, and then it seems like child-diddlers are helping their own tribe's evolution directly, by advancing the sexuality of their girls. Why, though, the recurrent human desire to execute child-diddlers? Evolution runs up against itself, there. Is it good, is it bad, or what? The modern clerisy will say always bad, but the "reproduce" branch of the church, if they still have any social power--very little, because of the "race" thing--would be forced to conclude that child-diddling was actually an evolutionary good. That's obviously a very unpleasant conclusion to reach, and viewing it that way can help you form a new perspective on Terra's popular evolution religion, if you're still a believer: if a pervert, some pedophile, molests eleven girls before he's finally jailed and killed by some random dudes in prison, but each of those girls then has 0.3 kids more than average, that pedophile was good for the species. So you have to go with that, or you have to conclude that the "evolution by the natural selection of random mutations" faith is, if not just a lie, a terrible thing.

Another problem this theory runs into is the rabbinical one, e.g., the molestation of males. Whereas the molestation of female children tends to accelerate their physical maturity, causing pubic hair and breasts to grow faster, hips to widen in readiness for reproduction, earlier periods, et cetera, molestation of the male human causes his puberty to be stalled. Boys who are molested--as was common in ancient Greece, demonstrating that it isn't wholly a Christian trend--have their voices stay in higher registers for longer, and puberty sometimes forestalled until they're 19 or 20, rather than in ages more thought of in modern times. Molested boys grow facial hair later, have genital changes later, grow more bodily hair later, and other things, almost as though heavy molestation feminizes them, encouraging their bodies to keep higher voices and smoother skin for longer. Ergo it is a brutal evolutionary stroke.

Again, it is perhaps conceivable only as an offensive weapon: if your tribe of 1,000 creates one pervert, and he molests 10 boys in the enemy tribe, they lose six or seven years per kid of viable, reproducing adult males. So your pervert helps your tribe out-compete them over those years, getting more offspring into the field while they can't.

All these "group benefit" theories, though, run afoul of individualized, American-capitalism-fantasy evolution faith, though, because the molester is then executed or just childless or child-reduced, having spent his life diddling kids instead of making them, therefore his germ line is really disfavored and how has he still survived until today? The currently popular "Bang" religion on Terra draws heavily from Judaism and the Book of Genesis, of course, but also from the early industrial fantasies of "struggle for survival" seen in the late 1800s, and the desire of the rich men of the day to imagine themselves some kind of evolutionary pinnacle for their imaginarily solo route to what they felt was success. This religion needs to change as time goes on, not only because of the growing faith in human differentiation ("races") not existing, but because of the necessary corollary to that belief, "group work," where people will have to stop believing in a religion based around the individual. Ergo we'll have to see a reformation of the faith in which some form of "group achievement" becomes more prominent. Current dogma holds that individual creatures mutate successfully, then produce favored lines which come to predominate, and that does not comport with a "helps the group" theory of the benefits of having some perve molest the enemy's children.

Early Access

Another theory for why pedophilia could have evolved is the "early access" theory. Like the theory that anal sex now increases the likelihood of vaginal sex later, it is plausible at first blush but stupid in the medium to long run. The idea is, if some dude screws some chick when she's eleven, he's first in line when she hits puberty, therefore first offspring is his. Under this rubric, pedophilia provides an evolutionary advantage because it preferences access to the fertile by establishing it ahead of time, all but guaranteeing that the dude who starts them off young keeps them until they're viable.

Like the "anal sex leads to vaginal sex" theory, though, this is idiotic. Having sex with the age-barren female, even if it leads to sex with her later when she's fertile, is a loss 100% of the time. Who is more successful: the dude who spends two years copulating with the immature, then has an offspring with her when she's fertile, or the dude who spends two years screwing various fertile chicks, then also copulates with the newly fertile partner? Obviously the latter. There is no justification for screwing, or for light's sake wanting to touch, the infertile, younger partner.

Confused Desire

A compelling theory for pedophilia is that of confused desire. Specifically, the notion goes that seeing reproductive organs, or reproductive organs paired with limbs, or limbs and torso, et cetera, confuses the human into desire. We can certainly see this with pornographic art, or indeed, erotica of any kind, where you can draw a really hot naked chick in a sketchbook, then hand someone the sketchbook and have them turn it over and wave it in the air and look behind all the pages, then look at the drawing of the hot naked chick, and become aroused according to bloodflow sensors or brain monitors or just their own admission, ergo people have this massive problem of getting aroused by things that are not actually viable sexual partners. Indeed, if you have the choice of banging some fat chick or looking through photos of some hot celebrity in the nude, a lot of people might choose the latter: a seeming evolutionary impossibility.

And yet, it exists. Taking really great photos, or creating the illusion of depth or texture through masterful illustration, are all well and good, yet if the person knows they're looking at a piece of paper, or a .jpg, yet prefers the hotter image to the more realistic mating one, there's this supposed evolutionary full stop, where it not only shouldn't be possible, it shouldn't have created an art industry that out-earns the "first date" one now. Even when people know it's fake--for people risking ten to fifteen trading pictures of kids at the beach as much as for people just trying to add to their hentai collection legally--they have this inexplicable draw toward elements of (sexual?) fantasy utterly divorced from sex. If someone doesn't ask a girl out because he's planning to use that brazzers special offer tonight and jack off to the movie about two chicks double-teaming that one lucky dude, that's at least explicable, but not so much if it's him not asking out that skinny girl with the funny elbows from the science library because Vixine updates tonight.

The idea of "confused desires" leading to passion for children is similar in type: perps are often drawn to their victims because they're children, known as illegal or just socially disapproved, with zero interest in reproduction, and perhaps some of the sickening spice being related to the immature impossibility of it. If it were confused jungle-people who didn't realize that banging kids didn't produce offspring, okay maybe that's just an evolution of idiots, but humans can pretty well tell the signs of puberty, and are naturally drawn to them, and repulsed by their absence...yet, pedos keep getting arrested, and they're not all drop-guns. So how can this be possible that they still exist?

In discussing the prevalence of pedophilia in the 21st century, one has to take official, protected pedophiles into account. Not religious organizations, this time, but governmental ones, where the British and the U.S. and other governments spend dozens of millions of dollars amassing loathsome collections of actual child porn, which they store in perpetuity for the loathsome use of loathsome agents who pretend they're enforcing the law by spending long hours alone with their child porn, hiring young girls to catfish people online, and arresting people for showing up at airports to pick up some 14 year old who claims she was abused and needs someone's help because there's no one she can trust and her parents are corrupt and the local cops are corrupt and please help me mister. I.e., they create narratives where a completely moral person could plausibly believe there isn't even a governmental route to freedom in that kid's locality, and gets arrested for theoretically going to meet a minor, and we can only trust their perverted "jacks off to kiddie pics all day" experts to tell us that the dude arrested at an airport for a hypothetical crime really was intending to screw the under-18 person who never existed. There's one of those "trust in government" fantasy lands out there, where all western wars are just and the agents aren't jacking off to the porn on the public dime while occasionally tricking some dude into accepting an e-mail so they can prosecute him and justify their salaries, but more realistically, western governments have invested massively in pleasuring their captive perverts, abusing children more than any other force on the planet except the Roman church, and all that--like, seriously, monitoring "suspected" cases of kidnapped foreign kids and then not moving in until the 16 perverts they were watching have all consummated the rape giving plausibility to some super prosecution where they look like heroes to the kinds of people inclined to trust them after how disgusting they've been.

The size, and power, of these government networks of pedophiles should not be overlooked. They're often involved in some major "operation" (google operation "Avalanche" or "Flicker" or "Broken Heart," but there are so many, and it's uncannily weird how the British police seem to try to match the American in this realm). And at your own peril trust what they officially tell the media about their why or their how. Funny, when the American drug controllers "seize" some disfavored faction's drugs, you can weigh the total to verify how good they've supposedly been, but when it's kiddie victims they can do that "To protect everyone you can only trust me about what happened because privacy" thing; pedophiles are good liars because it actually works, like no one knows how this works. And largely, no one does since it's too scary to contemplate that they're in charge. It's shameful to be involved in these things even were they not run by pedophiles, since actual cops have to hurry into a dark house where there might be an armed burglar, and indeed, the stockpile of child porn, which includes pictures of actual victims who are still out there living and didn't give consent for the government to keep naked pictures of them to show to people to maybe make an arrest, is disgusting and disgustingly indicative of the twisted characters and perverted priorities of those governments. People acted shocked when they found out western coalition troops were having sex-play with grown Arab men in their Iraqi torture-dungeons, but the things western police agencies are doing with children and child porn pictures are far worse. Funny also that people had a minor stir about that sicko pizza place in the District of Columbia, but as yet, the federal agencies of child porn in America have received so little pushback. Yes, the pizza place denied it, but sheesh, it's not even about clues and denial in the case of other government arms; they proudly tell the newspapers what they're doing, and yet no one gives a crap. The pizza place should've just admitted it was trading kids, but claimed it was doing it to catch perverts for arrest and trial. Simply saying there was no CP connection was, amazingly, the wrong route to choose.

Confused desires, because of porn, is certainly something, and the human ability to titillate itself with "sex in opposition to social standards," which makes evolutionary sense, certainly holds enduring power, but the attraction to children that a pedophile holds is of a different character than that someone wants to watch otherwise-arousing things happen on what they know damn well is just an LCD monitor. Like fantasy in the head, the LCD can at least titillate with reproductive-possible imagery, whereas the pedo is so off course that even the fantasy isn't a fantasy that can be related to reproduction. It disproves the modern evolution faith by its sole existence, in addition to its massive and enduring appearance in humans, and the knowing embrace of its futility--which itself forms its primary, knowing lure, in defiance of the species as well as reproduction itself--shows that it is not possibly a simple issue of confusion.

Tougher Than

There're all sorts off reasons why someone might be sick enough to develop the perversion of kid-wanting. We're not concerned with armchair psychology in that realm, though, but with the nexus of the desire, e.g., the ability to actually want that, as distinct from the willingness to carry it out. Like, I like cash, but when the dude turned his back at the gas station, I didn't just help myself to the contents of the register, even though there was a dude there fixing the obviously disassembled camera system. My desire for cash was not enough to make me help myself. Similarly, the vast network of child-sex tourism (where someone else, or some other government, has taken great cares to create a veneer of consent), or online sim-porn, has indicated that pedophilia is a vast human interest, probably at least approaching double digits in percentage occurrence, while willingness to act on that desire occurs in a much lower percentage of Terra's, let's say, six billion units.

Random psychological speculation could, as mentioned, lead to lots of suppositions about pedophilia, like, people want a partner that they're unquestionably the master of, or that's reliant on them for resources because it can't acquire any of its own, or that it affirms the pedo's self-image because the kid represents an earlier stage of life and makes the pedo feel really advanced, et cetera. All of these things are true, but all of these things would be the same for someone who chose a potted cactus as a partner, too (withholding water when it's disobedient--and undoubtedly, many pedo affirmations have gotten these benefits, just as have many "pet owners" having surgically mutilated animals roaming around their houses making them feel superior and benevolent. Nonetheless, the desire to touch or screw the kid is an evolutionary quirk; the willingness, the ability, to actually want that, is a different creature entirely from any weird, sicko-related mental benefits one might gain from being so much more of a dominant partner. There are comparable equivalent predilections for, say, quadriplegics, but not nearly of the scope and intensity of people willing to risk ten years inside to watch some dirty movie.

Evolutionary Failing

We see in pedophilia, like MSF anal sex or homosexuality, this glaring contradiction to our faith in random mutations producing a situation where we can settle into the cold, dirty morass of the faith of the Big Bang and random mutation. Like some gay dude, or a thousand or a million of them, it is inconceivable that randomly produced traits with the brutal removal of all which don't support reproduction would ever include any of the anti-breeding traits that we have seen in human history and the human now.

Lots of other weird quirks in human behavior have plausible explanations. White people like kayaks, and the desire to explore new areas and try new things correlates to finding food or shelter, so the net loss of kayak-playing now doesn't change that it could've originated in a survival/reproduction-favored trait earlier, or that engaging in it now increases the possibility of meeting or socializing with other people carrying such traits, ergo more survival/reproduction-focused offspring. The actual survival/reproduction loss caused by an overblown interest in kayaking now could genetically linger in spite of the fact that recent changes in society have caused, say, women to seek to demonstrate strength or independence by rejecting until after menopause men who otherwise demonstrate these traits, such that the dude at REI ain't gettin' any despite his thorough demonstration of pro-survival traits, because an unfortunate blend of evolutionary motivations has caused women to look for a different kind of trait than that his genes tell him has worked.

Similarly, the desire or tendency to do stupid dances could be an evolutionary demonstration of fitness or coordination, and someone could still maintain that in their genes, and feel it's a good idea, even if society has changed to make that no longer an effective mating strategy. A lot of traits have plausible evolutionary sources, even if shifting society disfavors them, and it's plausible that something currently disfavored was once favored in a more visceral time. If pedophilia or homosexuality had suddenly developed, we could argue that it was due to random mutation, but if men in ancient Greece were Socratizing each other and they're doing it at the gay bar in 2018, sickos in new literate times were fooling with kept boys and they're doing it in Thailand now, it's a recurrent trait, and its aversion to the struggle for survival raises troubling, fatal questions for the faith of random mutation.


We closed our discussion on buttsecks by drawing the necessary conclusions from the evidence, namely that the human desire to explore other humans' bodies was not wholly related to some hypothetical struggle for survival, but to some design for living organisms to want to explore other bodies contra reproduction. That explanation would prove unsatisfying for lots of things, though, including murder and torture and pedophilia, and as with murder and torture, pedophilia is a use of the system to damage another's development at the expense of your own sub-standard growth. Caring for kids provides perhaps excessive opportunity to learn about immature human bodies, as when they spray feces over the living room and themselves and need to be attended to for the tenth time, and there is, often but not always, a correlation between imparenting lives and pedophile lives, where the stupid route of broken selfishness increases its own inefficiency. As to evolution specifically, pedophilia represents the influence of choice, which should have no role, on the evolutionary process, where modern Terran faith makes choice solely a subsidiary of the randomized evolutionary mandate. Like the development of inexplicable character inside the new people supposedly produced by random-faith, characters and choices good and bad that lie outside the possible rubric of the Terran religion demonstrate that religion's failure at anything approaching an explanation. Like, I knew this (childless) dude once whose goal was to become a billiards champion in a male-only environment, uncelebrated and unannounced and in no way conceived of or even wanted to be a crappy local event that included even post-menopausal females as potential admirers, and you can make a stretch claiming that the desire to be a victor in unimportant, un-witnesses male-exclusive competition stemmed from some drive to dominate other men at physical feats because it might lead to future mating, but you have to do so much to attempt to rationalize human behavior under the faith of random production of traits that, aside from the many ones where you just can't draw any lines, the many more others where you have to hypothesize brokenly are almost a worse condemnation by faint praise.

The ability of people to duplicate a wrong done to them, or express a numerically massive sickness via kid-touching, or demonstrate any of the other hundreds of potential mental ills that could conceivably result in pedophilia, in contravention of the purported mandates of the random-evolution faith dominating their culture, proves that faith cheap and stupid, like many things, and as one of those seeming inexplicable contradictions that dominate our faith, is so well-known, so understood, that it offers easy, free passage away from that faith. Even Christianity's acknowledgement of a unique soul that makes choices which can be good or ill regardless of survival is so far ahead of the next (Bang) lie's description of people as workers in the existential factory, existing only to exist.

If you still feel those calls of the faith, do some thinking about all of that stuff that you know exists out there somewhere, in the tangible, material, personally objectively verifiable world, like bees that live only on flowers and flowers that only live on bees, or some kind of non-rare interest in buttsecks, or pedophiles, and even if you don't want to conclude or believe anything else, perceive the impossibility of the current religion, and at least don't believe in it. In the same way that Jesus shouldn't get to gather in all the believers who've realized that material-only makes for an incomplete worldview, the false juxtaposition of Jesus v. Bang should not permit the many lies and stupidities of the Christ to sweep everyone into a residual belief that random mutation created all these traits we can see around us.

Sunday, August 5, 2018

Murder Mystery

Like a leghold trap for the simple mind, the riddle-game of the murder mystery maintains its attraction for the post-industrial drone. In direct correlation with popular interest in less complex musical forms, the fungible enshrinement of solution as meaning of the murder mystery has attained great commercial prominence, such that the sick creature and mangled persona Agatha Christie contests with the Jewish/Nicean religious text and the "we do too still have culture; check out how verbosely clever is this sexual allusion that could plausibly be taken another way" Shakespeare for the top three spots in world textual reference.

The anodyning effect of popularly enacted murder mysteries is certainly helpful, on par with other top-tier entertainment products, but on 2018 Terra, the most striking feature of the murder mystery is the identities of the perpetrators and suspects. To whit, the murder mystery has, since the post-industrial age began, gained massive popularity as an entertainment template not simply because of its design for, and encouragement of the mental degeneration of, the less cognizant consumer of entertainment product, but because those directing the choices of popularization of mass media content approve of the incessant drudgery of theme, which to the publisher, the producer, and all other arms of an entertainment conglomerate, is always totally meaningful, in contrast to the rare alternative impression that something related to art or creativity "should be" involved. It is an alien impression of "art," perhaps, which still retains a hint of meaning to some Nu Euros, whereas modern corporate entertainment, like the subversion of the academy from a place of inquiry, follows a different model than that originally conceived, with its purpose being more about accomplishing a tangible end than raising any questions. If an American city, for example, has a population of seven percent African-Americans and eighty-some percent European-Americans, and for the past fifty years, crime statistics and anecdote and police data and everything else has shown that African Americans still commit the vast majority of the murders, the media companies, in traditional "big lie" methodology, continue buying, massively promoting, and overwhelmingly disseminating the boring tropes of us all being interested in white people murdering yet again.

This trend holds not only in the heavily published and promoted novelized form of the white crime saga, but across numerous other venues, including not only stage plays but television programs, wherein Jessica Fletcher's quiet little town of Europeoids is portrayed as more violent than Honduras: Cabot Cove murder capital. Indeed, the impact of more than a century of Jewish firms investing so heavily in propaganda of white murder rates has come, to 2018, to produce spinoffs of spinoffs, where product after product sells tales of cunning Europeoids who drive the murder rate from San Francisco to New York, and where the sickest, most demented white murderers have to be kept from society by teams of brilliant African forensic chemists. The inversion of reality is quite literal, as is the ethnic assault and the characteristic stupidity of the Europeoid consumers who joyfully imbibe the dreck; the drawing room denunciation of yet another white killer after an inheritance implies, most cleverly, that white family wealth must have originated in murder, and that any asset equality between the human groups must derive, from African disinclination, and European proclivities, to murder for money.

The racism inherent in the fictional murder business is not only of the "racist against whites" obviousness. Since Europeoids are endlessly patronizing most of the Jewish product that never ceases mocking them via their participation, it is not an express, recognized, acknowledged racism that motivates these unending purchases. In some hypothetical alternate reality in which whites had invaded an African society and begun heavily promoting books and television shows where blacks did it, today's Europeoid would be able to discern the nature of the ethnic assault in a way he is too daft to perceive when it is Jews doing it to a Europeoid society (indeed, to even raise the question is to commit an unpardonable offense). Rather, a more insidious racism built into the murder mystery is, like the rest of modern Europeoid behavior, more subtle: Europeoids delight in mysteries where other Europeoids have cleverly (but not cleverly enough to foil the ultra-brilliant detective, as when the Jewish actor playing Hercule Poirot sends white neck after white neck to meet death at the gallows, proving the intellectual equivalent of the unbeatable-at-fisticuffs Jew William Shatner punching out aliens) concealed their crimes. Part of the reason that the murder-dregs narratives hold such appeal to the racist Europeoid is that s/he can imagine a plausible scenario where a "white" person, but not a Congoid, took such thoughtful steps to throw the detective off his trail for the first forty-four minutes, whereas it just doesn't seem believable to them that a Congoid suspect could be so clever. It is ironic as well as telling that Europeoid gobblers of this emptiness will accept Europeoid villains only because they believe that Europeoids could actually be so clever, damning their own kind by firm praise.

It is neither particularly novel nor insightful to point out that this or that sector of the entertainment media is used by Jews to cast some or other negative aspersion on white people. Rather, it is boringly endemic; the "culture of critique," or simply of killing the host on a time scale most Terrans consider lengthy, has been horribly enabled by generations of gentile actors always willing to be the bad ones and the good ones just a little more brokenly than last time. Ever since Europe was Judaized, then America, those cultures' representations of their own people have been successively worse, passing from the old surviving hero, to the noble taker of abuse, to the less-effective hero with a very mild neurosis, to the neurotic hero, to the villain being dethroned to popular acclaim by heroic outsiders. Indeed, Europeoid-directed entertainment progressed from heroic Europeoids defeating evil Europeoids, to effeminate manchildren with fashion sense, like movie-Bond defeating evil Europeoid geniuses who dared resist the UN's directives, to the modern day where heroic Congoids or queers defeat evil Europeoid patriarchs. The murder mystery has followed a greatly de-magnified version of this trend, where male-exclusive buddy teams (consider Holmes and Watson) pursue the murdering, thieving idle rich (the landed gentry produce massive homicide rates, dontcha know), culminating in black forensics specialists using DNA evidence to prove the white goy was really behind the poisoning.

Of interest here is not the "political" nor ethnic angle of the murder mystery, but its willing, eagerly accepted adoption by the Nu Euro. It is not an inherent trend for most Nu Euros; without the massive push of publishers, newspaper reviewers, and sequelizing TV houses, the murder mystery would be little more than a forgotten childish tale about a magical boarding academy. The murder mystery has, like so many other things in the twenty-first century, created its own market through the overwhelming force of marketing, such that the river of public interest has been channeled in silly directions. Nonetheless, once created, the interest is profound, even to the point of corrupting non-Western authors into developing plot structures and strictures to conform to the western standard. The protagonist with one or two intriguing quirks (more if played by a good actor) who is somehow forced, by respect of a banal, unexplained, uninvestigated morality or the local legal system, to care about some circumstantial happenstance, unburdened by thoughts or feelings or motivation of any other kind.

(Murder on the Orient Express offers, albeit an equally banal, suggestion of otherwise, in which the presumed morals of motive are not in any way analyzed nor acknowledged, but at least clumsily suggested, yet this was a high point for Christie, who at least suggested that, if given many more years, she might have imagined something other than riddles.)

The creation of this product, and a market for it, has produced narratives that are, at best, built around themes of unspoken support for the legal system. Neither character nor setting may conflict, such that the vast majority, if not all but one or two exceptions, murder mysteries never condescend to examine the feelings or motivations of the characters, either the detective's in heroically solving the riddle or the unknown antagonist's in committing the crime. Like a sign advertising "free air!" at some marketing expo for idiots, we presume that "inheritance" or "lover is mine" are so known by our audience that we need never explain; that there are no nuances to the what or the how or the why of these things. It makes for an interesting television perspective to watch murder mysteries alongside legal thrillers, where the comptrollers of our entertainment lecture us, from one mouth, that everybody lies and there are no easy answers, yet from another, that every answer can be contained in less than a sentence.

It is, as with so many things, the Nu Euro's own failings that have driven this abysmal trend. Of course the k'arash are going to produce crap for the humans to gobble up, if it will be gobbled, and so too does the Nu Euro's passion for professional sports and murder mysteries require the production of nothing higher in value. Given how low the standards for entertaining Nu Euros, causing them to buy books and movies, it is of little particular consequence whether a murder mystery, or Tyrone's emotional journey to the NFL, be shown; indeed, Tyrone's struggles to play for the NFL is probably far more compelling a narrative. The match was made in Yahweh's heaven, again, as with Judaism for Goys and Europe, wherein yes, it took military invasion and occupation, but what was left, what still lives in 2018, is perfectly suited toward the rotting produce on the cart. Whether some decent market would otherwise attract consumers--quite likely, given the crud they otherwise happily gobble, showing the power of the modern corporation--seems beyond the question of mere morality, since the slave not only wants master's gruel, but does not believe there is a dungeon at all. Indeed, like an occasional bite from a machinated candy bar, there is sorry room for the occasional non-dunce to imbibe the occasional cheap, lengthy riddle, and be no more or less affected by our situation than would already have been the case.

Whether a steady diet of candy bars or murder mysteries, one of the Europeoid's great weaknesses in this situation seems his ability to eat only the proffered pap, and not only survive, but to come to enjoy it. Confronted by endless murder riddles and personal narratives about the emotions of a kayak voyage, it is no wonder that so many Nu Euros turn to swords and sorcery or aliens as an attempt to get out. What is particularly sad is not the subjugation of the masses, but the adoption of the form by the otherwise-creative. In the manner of a would-be hero in battle killing yet more unarmed Arabs for Israel, many a creative mind has decided to fit itself into the mold of murder mysteries, and generations after Holmes and Watson's too-close relationship discussing clues admittedly indecipherable to the viewer, Europeoid creators still attempt to duplicate, in their own fashion, the model of an infallibly brilliant detective figuring out who made the call and whenwhy, dooming their kin to a fate worse than a prejudice against the violence inherent in their species.

Wednesday, August 1, 2018

Climbing on the Backs of Congoids III

Continued from Climbing on the Backs of Congoids and Climbing on the Backs of Congoids II.

Besides making blacks themselves feel like, and embrace their only meaningful history as, perpetual victims, the civil rights era made everyone else in the world, not just "white" people in America, feel that blacks were perpetual victims, always asking for handouts without which they couldn't survive the now.

(An actual African American history would prove interesting and rewarding and remedial, were it allowed to be taught. It could open with an overview of major tribes and their lifestyles in 1600s Africa, followed by a discussion of Jewish firms in Europe and the New World, maybe some more focused stories of who funded the "Dutch" East India Company and really got the Triangle Trade moving, and the long Arabian history of enslaving black people; then it could move on to the period of Jewish companies hiring Euro laborers to snatch and grab black slaves and load them onto ships, with the occasional sheikh's assistance. And then life in America, blah blah, a bunch of plantation stories, and the dude shows up who wants to send them back to Africa and has a massive war over it, and kills lots of people and ruins a lot of places but then is eliminated too late to stop his madhouse war but too early to return anyone home, and then a bunch more decades about of course not doing well in the Europeoid economic game and the Africans still in Africa dealing with Europeoid representatives of Jewish companies that try out a more annoying, patronizing colonialism, and then this weird idea that some kind of interference in Europeoid society will make Congoids better at being Europeoids, and the stupidity, and the racism, of it all would be obvious, and the inevitable failures and predictabilities of the process could blend well into the current events course, like the course itself if it had Congoid "students" in a structured Euro educational climate, or the Jewish threat if the Congoids were at last free, but if the world were that sane there would be no more parasites anyway so it would actually be a "history" course, oh, it would be such a nice course.)

And it became a foretelling of its own result, and that has not been good; although there have been many handouts, skimmed greedily by not only Jews but a swollen conglomerate of gentile scum, the net effect on the collective psyche has been worse. There is a shortage of respected, published work, but no shortage of black recognition and opinion, that there were aspects of being roomed and boarded in American slavery that were better than free competition with Europeoids in a Europeoid economy (how dare you impugn the total inherent value of a lifetime of corporate labor you racist!), or the wild bushlands in Africa, or free competition under a Europeoid "justice" system, and indeed, to maintain the positive aspects of all these things without any of the drawbacks, the attempt to create a consequence-reduced or consequence-free version of each perverse game has been long and strenuous. It has also been imperfect, in the sense that the people smart enough to be chosen for legal educations and prestigious careers, and to kiss the right ass and have the correct opinions about Jews and politics, has often put people on the judicial bench who were righteously shocked and angry that Tyrone had shot his seventh convenience store clerk and really did have to be put away for a number of years, ergo the consequence-free model has not yet been attained, but until La Raza is refusing to waste resources investigating a mob which executes Congoids for no particular contemporaneous reason, this incomplete version, of old white goys who just don't get it and think they're some kind of impartial rational official, imperfectly applying Jewish mercy to the noble executioners of dead Europeoids, will continue.

The wounds of the civil rights era have been profound. Consider the major shift in black musical aptitude that the "civil rights" movements helped usher in. Take for example Jay Z versus Scott Joplin, where Joplin's ability to rather masterfully not only play but compose detailed music on the complex European pianoforte became Jay Z's ability to, well, grumble angrily in loose time with music that some Europeoid computing team had generated. Sensitive Nu Euros will be offended at the thought that someone would dare say the civil rights era was bad, but a lot of Congoid potential for refining rare talents of their species was lost in the shuffle, some of it priceless. The numbers of people who just got into "correcting racial wrongs," because their elders and society had spent prodigious resources teaching them that such was the most important thing in the world, rather than pursued other activities, is likely quite high, perhaps total. It is, indeed, difficult for a developing human, constantly hammered with how evil/deserving Europeoids/Congoids are, to make or consider other choices.

Consider, e.g., the percentage of western university students who, affected by one or another showy protest movement, decide that the purpose of their life is not to work hard or build useful things or invent useful things, but to agitate for redressing perceived social wrongs. The combined efforts of the crusaders for sexual and racial equality would, if redirected, produce many good things, among them a massive increase in the wealth of all nations, a few cool new gizmos, and maybe one or two gullible but otherwise functional geniuses. Europe and America have sacrificed generations of their young to the idea that people should be battling, say, "racial injustice" instead of "war" or "cancer," with predictable effects; so too have many more generations of Congoids been lost to the various Sisyphean crusades in which the k'arash prefer their hosts engage.

Unsurprisingly like an American fatty food megacorp encouraging happiness through eating, the civil rights crusade, along with many others, proves highly damaging, perhaps fatal, to the participant individual or group. There are benefits, too, to having an extra pint of ice cream: feelings of increased fullness and food security; the taste of the food itself, and the eating experience. A smarter person can realize that those things are not a good trade for clogged arteries, wheezy walks, or twenty fewer years of desserts, and can be correspondingly upset at the provisioning of burger commercials to a target audience of humans. Even if it makes the future consumers feel happy and excited about burgers, and even if they enjoy eating four of the burgers each day, there is a very real correlation between those burgers and those arteries. Similarly, there are better ways to make Congoids functional, even successful, participants in Europeoid economies, and I believe, though you don't have to agree, that the people who arranged the civil rights show knew that it was a way to cripple Africans rather than assist them. Accordingly, the plague of "street violence" that took Congoid societies in America after the "civil rights" era may be laid directly at the feet of the Jewish comptrollers of civil rights, who are therefore responsible for every drive-by shooting and every five African infants accidentally killed by some incompetent shooter trying to get respect and every mugged mother mugged while carrying her rent home in cash because she isn't eligible for a bank account anymore. African American gangland culture since civil rights has claimed many lives, and the Jews are responsible for the Congoid mother crying about why her dead son couldn't have just taken that grocery store management course instead of trying to up his rep by running the streets.

Congoids are violent, yes, but hopeless victimization and the mandatory crusade against invisible enemies greatly magnified a problem that would have already existed in the attempt to forcibly meld them with Europeoid society. The indiscriminate raiding and posturing culture became moreso in its worse aspects, and perceptions of historical injustice created a "race" specific animosity that redirected and increased the violence of the raiding and posturing that would otherwise have been performed, not only against "white" people but against fellow "blacks." Besides the normal Jewish benefits of easing crypsis and detracting attention from more subtle infiltrations and ethnic differences, came the increased benefits--very tangible, unavoidable ones--of spawning a century of murders and rapes by Congoids, which made them seem, for a hundred years, to be the biggest problem. As Europe has begun to discover, it's so easy for a bunch of stupid Europeoids to graph a few dozen thousand rapes and a few thousand murders and a jillion robberies, and think, "Gosh, race is real, we really gotta do something about these Congoids!" and be so shortsighted that they forget that Jews brought the Congoids, and worse, that Jews knew what was going to happen, so it was a premeditated attack via proxy, not just an unexpected benefit.

Because of slavery, Jews have genetic responsibility anyway for all the wrongs committed against and by Congoids severed from their lands of generation. It is a longstanding tendency of the k'arash to use population movements to create conflict, coming up with ways either honest or dishonest to force or beguile a people into moving to a new place among others with whom they will have conflict. In the case of slavery, technology and nearby diligent Arabs worked out such that Congoids could be taken; in the case of attempting to get whites to move en masse to the colonies, rhetoric failed utterly, because the vast majority of whites proved at least smart enough to not move to Mozambique. "Christianity" did get a lot of them to temporarily move, but not permanently, even for those dumb enough to travel overseas to teach people about how great this one rabbi was. History, if it still existed, would've been a lot different if the Dutch East India company or the attempt to avoid the strictures of evolving Judaism had managed to people various dig sites with, say, a million people from the British isles.

If you don't believe in "races," though, or are a "western liberal" who thinks evil white people caused black people all these problems through unfair discrimination, you should, as with Gaza, see the horror of what the Jews have created, solely because of the Congoid, or black, experience with civil rights movements: the decades of gangsta culture, murders over shoes, and despondent war zones of blacks shoved into urban hells with Europeoid expectations placed upon them, which was so carefully nurtured by Jews over the course of deliberate decades, and which outlook of bitter resentment at low math scores and lack of science! jobs have been terrible for blacks, irrespective of for whites living around them. The nurturing of vindictiveness and other-blame has been very deadly for the targeted grievance group.

(Compare to the result of one of the Jews' sister movements, "feminism," in which the liberation of women to the factory or office resulted in a substantially less happy and more miserable target group, "free" to slave for some boss-jerk and buy more crap.)

The numbers of blacks in America killed by random street violence are unknown, which is a consequence not solely of Congoid lying and not returning census forms, but of the same old banal underreporting and social confusion that have so stymied decades of white researchers trying to get increased funding for this or that. And if you believe Congoids came up with the idea of peaceful demonstration marches all on their own with no Jewish help whatsoever, I've got a bridge to sell you. In Israel.

By contrast, whether you care or don't care about Congoids, the effects of "civil rights" are, like those of the French Revolution, profound. Like the aforementioned mass murders in the Gaza strip, the millions of Congoids who've killed one another after "civil rights" can be laid at the feet of the mendacious merchants, such that it is wholly a black rights and antiracist action to be upset at the Jews, who still love and promote their notion of defining the course of black lives as a competition to be more like Europeoids. If you're not particularly fond of Congoids, the same motivations are there, but a different set of dead people to fill them out; the interesting feature here is that so much of American media is directed toward the enshrinement of Congoids as the most faultless species ever, so the specifically Jewish nature of having guided and fostered the civil rights movement and its aftermath, and its utterly predictable effect on so many ruined or merely hopeless Congoid lives, is one of those glaring contradictions that hopes to reach even the media-absorbing modern.

Think about it, if that's you. Piles of dead black people. Mountains.. Several times more than the police have ever killed, irrespective of pointing guns or shooting back. Enough to make you care? People who are avowedly or proudly racist can care about all the white deaths that resulted from the "civil rights" attack, and should achieve the same correct end results, but the dehumanizing thinkers behind civil rights deserve your ire even if all you care about is black people.

Investment with Human Capital

Mountains. Mountains of black bodies. Even if you believe in denying white people the right to segregate neighborhoods or schools or country clubs, mountains of bodies. That should matter more to you. Paying for it can matter more to the white nationalist, but the aspect that can concern you, simply all those black people dying because it wasn't done right, should be enough. And all that death and destruction happened in part so that the ethnic group who planned it could use those fabricated grievances to obtain control of billions of U.S. dollars in government funding for the crap that you know about and even crappier crap that goes beyond it. Not just nigh-mandatory government jobs, but an endless stream of support for museums that buy and display minority art to no one, grants to minority businesses in special areas that fail in 18 months or less as any venture capitalist would know they'd fail, endless streams of public speakers and counseling organizations with a lot of makework sinecures to hand out to not just $40K a year with benefits dullards but $105K a year supervisory positions with better benefits to more verbose dullards...after the 4% industry cooperation's the little drip feed that releases the most consistent blood.

That stuff would be theoretically well-meaning to the stupid, except that if you skim 2% in fiduciary fees and 5% in consulting fees and 5% in special community session fees and 5% in impact evaluation fees and so forth, the stolen tax money isn't actually going to Congoids, it's going to the Jews who arranged it all. And if it was just thievery, that'd be one thing, but it's that tricky mental kind that works so well on Europeoids with nasty side effects on everyone else, far more reminiscent of the use to which the Jews put the Congoids in slavery. Oh, and this dude might be a yahoo but some of the overview is pretty accurate; try We Thought They Were White if you need an intro on that.

The climbing on the backs of queers is not yet as profitable, and may never come to be so, as using a mountain of dead Congoids to reach the gold. Nonetheless, it is obscene, as a kid growing up who realizes he likes dudes doesn't just realize it's weird and have all his thoughts about evolution and life plans, but instead is taught he's a member of an oppressed group and should be more prolific and public about his ass fuckery in order to strike a blow for justice, and there are absolutely no qualms he should consider he'll feel after he mutilates himself or otherwise risks his health trying to plan his life as a glorious non-breeder. It is, perhaps, more subtle than the manipulation of the Congoid, but the manipulation of the queer is designed with a fate more mentally horrible, and the people who naturally don't want to reproduce or life-pair in that way and get themselves mentally prepared for all that on their own are a minority, at least, although many coherent aging queers may take their own social experience as decisive in the other direction. Unlike with Congoids shooting each other over rep based on Europeoids' disposable income standards, this is not a problem countable in terms of mortality, since it's not our disgusting privilege to know why people eat the handgun barrel and vanish from the story, nor what they thought of themselves before, and the illusion of free choice is a powerful one. Nonetheless, increased mental dexterity comes with its own pitfalls, and the queers who face this abyss alone likely torment themselves more than your average Congoid worries about who will win tomorrow, and you can be the judge about which fate you'd rather endure.

(If you already know stuff about Kinsey and Freud, and the legions of perverted professors who used their work to feed on the more vulnerable younger members of the host population, then draw the necessary parallel between liberalizing America and Judaizing Europe. The longstanding tradition of vicars and priests et cetera diddling the choirboys and using position and institutional pretensions to keep their victims quiet was not a figure unique to pretensions of transmaterial spirituality, but rather, one arising from the types of perversely facilitated sub/dom relationships fundamental to both "Christianity" and "liberalism." Again, this is not to say that every single minister or professor was a pedo; there were surely many good ones who genuinely believed in the nicer parts of their provided philosophy, and used their position of authority to do the nice things suited to them anyway, unknowingly providing cover as they did so for the oft-silent majority of kid-touchers. If you're not inclined to believe in Sky Man, though, look to that comparison more severely, and understand how part of the invasion and domination of Europeoid societies on this planet has always included setting up some important institution that draws kid-touchers like magnets, then protects them while they do what they do.)

Like initial Christianity, the sexology departments and access to uncertain children paid disgusting dividends to the Jews who wanted to make presumed sexual identity public or disclosable to the socially esteemed experts, and one can never track the number of innocent learning or totally unreported encounters that followed the imposition of this rubric. The numerous prominent Jewish sex doctors of the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries are perhaps best exemplified by Freud, and Kinsey got so dirty even before the American public that they may have historically excommunicated him after building legions of departments based on his "work," but it isn't only private and never-reported "I remember when Father Bob touched my peepee and I was so scared I never told anyone" that affected America in the queer realm, but also, countless professorships and news consultations and government grants and research projects, that made creating all those gay and transsexual suicides, blacks shooting piles of other blacks and hitting babies by accident, a massively profitable enterprise--not only socially profitable, but profitable in a way you can take to another place when America stops producing fruit.

Monday, July 30, 2018

Her Sister

  The world is a forest of broken accordion springs sticking out the side of a dead pig down by the canals in the bad part of town. Each spring is named after the failed dream of someone who died on these streets, and you can see them all when it’s just started to rain, before the pounding has driven the ghosts away. She’s got dozens of them, houses never built and dates never celebrated and children never born, which you can see out of the corners of your eyes when you look for the one that matters most, the one you can only see for a second here or there when the weather takes a turn for the worse. I try not to intrude on anyone else’s time alone with the invisible graves, like we’re out back of an abandoned church staring at the names asking ourselves why god had to be born under a bad sign. There it is for just a moment, weightless and free, clear as day in the flickering orange steam of lamplit gutters in the early rain. There it is, the time she met me, glowing with the hope of everything she thought I could’ve been that was impossible.

  Picture a diner where the coffeepot’s never been cleaned out but people keep coming, a waitress too pretty to be working the hopeless shift on a night where three cops got laid out in the broiler room of the abandoned factory across the street, and tomorrow the spaces far from the headlines are all gonna wonder why nothing ruined ever gets torn down around here until the last drop has been squeezed loose. She saw me and the music gave an uptick, lifted by the smile she only showed once, when she thought I could’ve been the answer. Poor fool, there are no answers, except in smiles like hers, you know the ones I’m talking about, the ones that show that you haven’t yet shaken hands with any of the empty skinbags that promise to fix this place if only you’ll turn around and hide your eyes for another forty years or so. I order something I don’t want just to watch her deliver it, and she’s satisfied like a wheel on a barge that finally found the place it called home, like the old blue and yellow from the tourism agency that brought busloads of schoolkids in here to look at the architecture without risking the sidewalks. I always wondered how they made it out of here, or maybe that explains the slaughterhouse on the south end where the sausages are only shipped out, never ordered or eaten locally by anyone I know, excepting as toppings on the pizza place all the suits on the pension committee go to.

  Her hand touches mine alongside a bowl of tomato soup, and I froze like sixteen icy angels had just used my funnybone for a xylophone. You could’ve knocked me over with a feather, but she had the decency to use a question, something about the price of the soup, and when I got out my wallet sure enough the picture of the dead girl I’d been hired to find fell out, and she broke into tears since the police wouldn’t find her sister’s killer and her mother had gone without heat to pay my bill. I said something about justice, something ordinary, something you say to everyone who likes you if you used to wear a uniform, and she ate it up like it was the first time. It all came out then, like it always does, but unexpectedly fresh, without the taint of stained love or flushed ideals. She was a great actress or an apparition or I’d drunk too much this evening and I was seeing things, hallucinating a nicer world, and in truth maybe I’d got lost down in the canal and never made it to the diner or maybe I was really falling for the faggot behind the counter who’d been cooking up the same eggs the same way for fifty years. But the girl kept looking real, she wanted to hear about the case, she put down her apron, and I got out my pad and pen and I left the tomato soup to die next to the window while she proved what a fool she was by asking me to come back to her place and look at some of her dead sister’s things. Halfway there and she thought I was an angel in disguise and I thought she was one without a disguise and it hit me that there was no way she could be real, no way a girl like her could exist in a place like this without already having her spirit and her smile broken in two the first time she walked outdoors after dusk.

  I looked up toward the buildings across the street, and that was when I saw her, the girl from the news, the girl from the picture in my wallet, playing an accordion, the instrument broken and minor and wheezing like a drunk. She sat an inch above the ledge, crying silently and playing a dirge that’ll recycle my mind until the day I kick off. Figured it was just the scotch talking. We made a few turns through the canal district, and there she was again, the pretty sister who’d been disposed of in that chemical plant. Pretty like a star, pretty like an angel’s song, pretty like you catch your breath and wish you were young again, wish you were young ever. There she was playing her broken accordion like the bellows didn’t need to be intact, like the only thing that mattered was the tune in her heart, watching and crying as three men came out an alley on this side. I left an unwanted present in two of them and they outdid themselves in return but the waitress with me didn’t know the duck and cover, damn her, she took twelve and saved my life, saved the investigation at least, all over the few tips she had on her and the few bills I had on me when the one in my gut bled me so weak it took two surgeries on credit to make me able to use the toilet and lift my good arm like before. Another street, another crime, too practical and too faceless to be anything but rational.

  The world is a forest of broken accordion springs sticking out the side of a dead pig down by the canals in the bad part of town. Each one is named after the failed dream of someone who died on these streets, and you can see them all when it’s just started to rain, before the pounding has driven the ghosts away. Sometimes people get caught in those springs like marshmallows on pokers, like sticks trapped in the spokes of a bike, snapped in two the next time the great machine wheezes. But the worse fate is to not even see it at all, not get broken outside, forced to just stay here all fake for another pounding from the inside.

  The third one of them ran, ran leaving his two compatriots dead next to the girl, ran like it was his first time ever, the last of his own hopes burning up in the face of what he’d done, joining mine in the inferno of what I hadn’t. My arm wouldn’t work, but at least the first dead sister, watching from those buildingtops up there with her accordion, saw I tried, saw I was capable of love, saw I hadn’t yet been too pissed-on to muster up the courage to stop caring. At least, up to that point. Now I knew there was nothing to solve, since the second girl, my pretty waitress, could play an accordion on the roof wherever she wanted, free from the need to actually walk down here, and now not even lonely, since she’s probably got her sister with her. That’s good, that’s real good. That’s the way it should be.

  I hunted down the third thug who’d shot us. Great job for me, since the mother now had to pay for both sisters missing, and I had to get revenge anyway. Not two birds with one stone, but three. After I shot the regretful bastard in an alley near the south precinct in the south district, I returned to the mother with a bunch of crisp bills to refund her for everything, and found her hanging from some shoestrings in her closet. I’d told her I had leads. Why hadn’t she given me another week? It’s hard enough finding some punk who might know something about one of the missing girls near the diner on two-fourteenth. Can’t do it overnight. Takes at least four, five days. Guess she couldn’t see her girls playing the accordion together and singing by the canals. Guess thinking about it all for a while left her feeling the weight. Weight of Seraph, weight of modern life, weight of six million thugs in the closet you can never throw off, no one knows.

  Maybe I’m not the hero I think I am. Maybe I’m the drooling old man in the corner of the loony bin who thinks he’s really a private eye looking out the window of his thirteenth story apartment at the place where he fell in love with someone who’s conveniently not there to disprove his fantasies. Maybe he’s been there his whole life, only left in his mind. Maybe the world’s really beautiful and he just can’t tell because the only thing he knows is the abscess inside his thoughts. Broken and unnavigable, like a sturgeon trying to find its way through the wires of a piano that got sunk in the harbor during the riots when your grandfather was young.

  The world never makes it clear to you. Maybe I’m a charismatic serial killer who preys on lonely women, killing them and their families one by one, making up stories about looking for missing relatives to get in contact. There’s no way to tell for sure. Maybe I’m the reason the first one, then the second one, went missing, and maybe I’m really good with turning shoestrings into nooses and I hung the old girl after she found out since she didn’t have the heart to fight me off at that point. Maybe I did it all and I’m as much the cause for this reeking world as anyone else.

  Or maybe I’m an ugly old serial killer who killed only one person this week, one street punk who might've robbed someone but never me, a serial killer who believes he chooses his victims as revenge for unpardonable crimes that exist only inside his mind, so that the world makes sense whenever he shoots anyone as an instrument of imaginary divine wrath. Maybe my heart is the broken instrument that can’t connect the notes from one side to the other because they’re all sticking out the sides of my victims, in the part of my mind where I keep invisible files on the people I employ to pretend to love or hire or get revenge on.

  In this city, there’s no way to know for sure. I see why people want to believe in God, want to believe in the Mayor, want to believe in the Board of Health, when there’s no other way to tell what’s real and what isn’t. Any version of the truth about why I killed that punk at the dark end of some street could be the stunning revelation at the end of the late night movie with your sweetheart, and any version but the real one would make my life sound a little more interesting. Sick, maybe, but interesting. The people at the big schools say it all might be true in a universe times infinity, high on possibilities and low on meanings, where you’re a blend of the worst kinds of bad and the worst kinds of good. Never sure which one you are or when it started, a million-million springs of possibility, connected only by the despair you feel when you get to the top of the forest and realize it’s nothing but splayed hairs on a dead instrument, and she never really smiled at me when she brought me the tomato soup, and there never was a sister playing the accordion on the ledge, and it only has meaning in the corner of my mind that I dust off when I’m feeling more off-key than usual.

Saturday, July 28, 2018

Seriously Fighting Anti Semitism

Like so much else, the lie is too big for many to process. How ironic, and how illegal, it would be to eliminate anti-Semitism. And, how amazing, but eliminating all vestiges of anti-Semitism that still remain in the world today would actually be one of the most healthful things that we could do. You don't think you believe that, probably, but trust me, you should, and maybe you already do, but just have a few terms mixed up. Because there once were Semites, and the people whom you now think of as Semites practiced a brutal antisemitism that killed them, then put on the skins of the dead and paraded around in a mockery of their victims. Indeed, they've had control of our cultural institutions for so long that the Semites are almost as forgotten as the older peoples of Europe.

Because, believe it or not, humans are organisms on this planet, and they have died before, individually and in groups. And some of the winners are still here, doing what they do. And that scares the hell out of some people, so much that they will not believe it. "No," they cry, "no other organisms on this planet could possibly be trying to advance at my expense!" Because only conspiracy theorists believe that these little flying things want to suck your blood, or that if you reasonably explain to the ants not to eat the bag of sugar you spilled by the picnic table, they'll eat the damned sugar anyway. As another aside, if you've made any level of study on how crypsis works among parasites, consider a crypsis that is essentially the same, but far bigger in scope, where human cultural institutions and memories are themselves fabricated to create an impression not just like changing your name, language, new hat or costume, et cetera, but changing our sociocultural perception of written and verbal history to achieve the same effect. The lie, and the purpose of the lie, is no different, but the effect can be far more profound, just like saying "ni hao!" in China is effective, but not as effective as marrying a local girl daughter of someone suggestible who made a few of the right deals and having some half-kids and getting introduced to Lord Suchan-Suech because you have the friend who can get him that rubber from overseas for a damn good price.

Yet, the deception is essentially the same. Because, when you say "ni hao" to a certain person in a certain context in a certain way, you're not just saying hello: you're saying, "I share your history and your genes and most of the basic assumptions you make about the world, and I would definitely not sacrifice your Grandmother to the strafing planes just to make myself look better later on." It's similar to the way that some of us can, say, put on jeans and an old work-shirt and walk into a bar in Texas and adopt a casual accent and say "Howdy" to the bartender, and we've just communicated so much more than an android would have if it had entered the bar in a science-lab apron and said "I give you my greetings" in a metallic voice. Our communication with each other is not just the words that we say, but an incredibly vast panoply of the way we design ourselves to look, the way our ancestors designed us to look, chance and circumstance, and all these thousands of little bits of comportment and bearing and costuming and talking that, if we're honest, convey a lot of efficient information about our personal history and connections and attitudes and proclivities and so forth. And a great part of that is conflicting with our modern age now, where we're supposed to encode ourselves like cheap mp3s, then mere telegraph blips, so that counting and trading can happen with faster download times. That type of point has been made quite often these days, and this one presumes they're still making it, though not in the context of the masters of the technique and the most dishonorable of liars. But because of a racist, anti-Semitic genocide that happened, honest to goodness a real one that time, we're hopefully strong enough to so consider. And if you're interested in studying crypsis more, think about ni hao again, and how very, very much that greeting someone goes beyond the kind of way the tech support dude says he really cares about your issue.

An oft-missed subject since perhaps the twentieth century is that there once actually were Semites in the world, and although there are still a few left without any coherent or communal identity--probably mostly just paler "Arabs" or "Levantines" or "Druze" to the modern Terran--they are not "Jews," anymore than Jews are "Palestinians," even though the Jews may someday, similarly to what they did with the Semites, adopt that identity and be remembered for it by a Terra that has forgotten there ever was an actual place called Palestine with its own people who lived there for generations. ("Land without a people," lol. They always lay the groundwork while you're busy watching some football tourney.)

Can you feel it in the air? The slow genocide we just couldn't bring ourselves to care about, the lying to the world while Palestinians are gradually exterminated, and the re-drawing of borders so that Palestine becomes Israel, and is eventually forgotten, and TV audiences the world over forget that it ever was anything but Israel. Yes, there may be data out there, still, where some nutjob can find proof that there was a country and a people named variants on "Palestine" whom the Israelis exterminated and took over, but no one will care, and that knowledge will fade away, and if the Jews want to call themselves "Palestinians" in the 23rd century, no one will argue with them. Don't be an anti-Palestinite.

It was a racial identity stolen by the people who killed and consumed most of the Semites, so completely that now most people think of Jews as Semites, but it is a filthy crime and a sad epilogue that this departed people is not only forgotten, but almost all general memory of their existence replaced by Jewish history. Our "racism," if nothing else, is colossal on this subject, worse than walking across the stage at the Oscar's hooting the n-word: we don't realize, sadly, how objectively offensive our behavior is in not only forgetting the Semites, but in giving their name to their murderers, and though we're ignorant pups, the scope of our malfeasance should at least be imagined in part. We ask forgiveness from the ghosts whom we will one day join. The colossal human tragedy that the Jews caused by all but exterminating the last traces of actual Semites is significant as to all humans, most immediately because the Jews are doing it to Palestine right now, and to Arabs in general, taking control of the House of Saud but also marrying into a handful of the more fungible Palestinian clans as part of co-opting their legacy. Someday, a small, exclusive group of purported "Arabs" who are actually Jews may be all that is left of the human group that the Jews murdered so many of, and spent so much effort getting Europeoids to murder for them, since 1945.

The same slow, gradual conquest--quality, not quantity--has been occurring for a long time in, of course, Europe and America, as Jews carefully arrange breeding between extremely successful goys and their own offspring. The fate of the Semites that we see today is macabre in scope: we don't know what Semites are, or were, and generally believe that the Jews are and always were the Semites. The reason "cultural appropriation" stuff got so much play in what we call the Terran west, even when it was abjectly ridiculous to claim that Europeoids were trying to steal yoga from the Indians or ballet from African tribal dances, was due to a Jewish projection of their own traits and intentions on some white people who were just innocently trying stuff out. The Jews, though, knew it was possible to kill a people so thoroughly that their memory, too, could be killed. I recognize the essential components of deistic similarity in their Torah, but the term "Jew" is just a local mask, and given what will happen to others and what has already happened to the Semites, it's quite probable that there actually were a group of people known as "Jews" living nomadically in Arabia around 2,400 years ago, and when a certain hostile, clever group showed up, those Jews were eliminated, and the new clever group became "the Jews," and has been ever since--except when they're "Semites" or get a different upgrade. The otherworldly horror, the audacity unbelievable to most humans, is quite difficult for the sheltered, short-memoried us to contemplate. (So too the lack of any sense of actual Terran identity held by the perpetrators, which would make such a co-option sickening for a human group to change its whole name and identity like that, but that's a separate-separate subject, how the k'arash are really linked more to their mission rather than to any costume used for a few thousand years here or there.)

(If you're already considered an anti-Semite, ask yourself the following question: "If Shlomo tells me he's a Semite from the desert, is he being honest? Or is it like everything else he's ever said, a dirty lie?" I've seen inexplicable references to Semites in a lot of old stuff that they don't tend to put in universities or on computers, but even when they've wrapped in or deleted the last of it, what someone tells you about the necessity of a Neo-Cohen philosophy of attacking Iraq now now now because of "WMD" should give you enough info about whether or not they really were the Semites they claimed to be, oh, he shipped them to Syria how unfortunate you'll have to kill some more Others. We cannot rely on the records they have already purged to tell us about the Semites, but we can rely on the lies they are telling right now that are verifiable right now, such as, "We need you to kill those Arabs because they're disruptive to your society. Also, new condos." Just like we can put ten lions in a room with a steak for a week, observe the results, then draw a reasonable conclusion about what lions do with steaks, and what this one lion did when enclosed with a steak a hundred years ago, we can use the Jews' behavior toward the other people of the Middle East to pretty perfectly reconstruct what the past was like. I personally loved reading the old land records and discussions of this community whining that that community was doing something irrelevant on pointless forgotten holiday #12, but we need to start using current, instantly verifiable data to determine what has, is, and will happen[ed], and every second that goes by they are Faceberging every university library and every corner of the internet and it is so like them to pretend that by not adhering to our standards of documentary research that would still be there if they hadn't destroyed them, we're not even allowed to argue. Oh look, they just shot another carload of Arab unarmed teenagers at a checkpoint, gee I wonder what Palestine's population will look like in a hundred years, and what the preponderance of living witness testimony and extant written records will say about how good or bad were the checkpoints.)

More immediately fitting, for us in the twenty-first century, is to consider Israeli bulldozers crushing some Palestinian toddlers in their beds, and then to imagine a time one hundred years from now, when some smiling, kindly Jews, with a few drops of Palestinian DNA in their blood from a marriage of necessity generations ago, are considered Palestinians. The effrontery would be perhaps more noticeable to today's modern then, but as unknown as the co-option of the Semites' identity is now, to the people born then.

Farther in the future, perhaps, just as how the Semites disappeared and then lost their name to the k'arash, or the Jews, what they will call "white people" or "Europeans" may just be another of the Jewish costumes. Considering the interbreeding at socially prominent levels, and the work results and dropped columella of the U.S. executive, who tries to tilt his head forward in photos to disguise it, the work has already begun. Pass a moment of silence for the forgotten Semites, who would be mortified to discover that their killers took their name, their soul, as well as merely their nation and lives. Big separate subject, and really interesting if you can find some of the pre-racism-movements older scholarship; moving on...

Softly rasps the wrapping of the ghost. The more explicit references to the Semites' lives have been mostly vanished, but here and there, in stuff like agrarian surveys or unimportant local political chronologies, the Semites were spared full excision from history, such that I was able to catch a glimpse of them in someone's text about this tribe or that tribe, this city or that city, at least to give some tiny shape to the shadow in the crumbling book or the forgotten microfiche. No doubt gone now in the interests of modernization, for they microfiche all the newspapers of record but have no space for the rest. These were sources that also referenced the Jews and the Hebrews, as distinct from the Semites, and more modern revisions have long ago begun to meld the two, such that any reference to a people called Semites has become, by definition, a reference to the people calling themselves the Jews. Like our knowledge of Europe before the Rabbi started to centralize things under His prize nobles, our knowledge of the peoples of Arabia is barely even speculative, and much of the western perception that "there were like a bunch of tribes over there then, right?" stems, perhaps, from the removal and co-option of one or more of them. Certainly, this type of occurrence is not wholly confined to the Jews, because killing all the adults and boys in a village and then mating the females is a common human strategy, allowing the rapespawn descendants to, legitimately, claim blood rights from some of the tattered remains of their genome. What makes the Jews' "Semitism" move so particularly noxious is that they didn't just do that, but, like a child molester changing his name and moving to a new town with a new job only to return with a bunch of idiot Brits so they could molest again, they adopted an entirely different cultural nomenclature and avowed persona to go along with it, and, more loathsomely still, they were using the identity of someone they'd had killed to get there. Future mirrors past here, too, for unlike the Arabs, who could actually kick asses on occasion, even approved modern history displays (to go with "victim" whining, though likely to be modified away in the years ahead) the accurate long record of Jews being militarily defeated by people on whom they attempted to prey that, as in fostering the Iran/Iraq war or the America/Iraq war, show that then, as now, they were using foolish intermediaries to supply and die and bleed for them.

It is with a deep sadness that we approach this issue, because, seemingly ironically, any attempt to speak against anti-Semitism is probably doomed from the get go, because the people trained to clap for the Jews will, amazingly, exhibit no human response to a different group of middle eastern people being discriminated against (or just "killed off," but they've been trained to growl the most fiercely at words like "discrimination"), whereas the doings of the Jews under "Semites" hats for the past few millennia has been so terrible for many populations that are still alive that they have an understandable aversion to feeling compassion for something which was called a Semite. We may see the cycle duplicate itself in the centuries ahead, such that people are complaining, "Oh, the bank is full of such Palestinians, they bumped my mortgage to 17%!" or "It just makes me sick how the Palestinians are lecturing me about being nice to the Chinese while they themselves have the Amhara trapped in those farming-prohibited ghettos!" We cry because, in trying to speak out against an actual, unfair, unjustified, vulgar, hateful, violent anti-Semitism, the warmongers would prohibit it, and the Nu Euros would be so offended that someone would dare speaketh its name. It's so crazy that it's funny, and so funny that it's crazy, isn't it, that when you control the present you control the past and the future?