He is Risen!
From the grave of pranks, fools bring wisdom.
I wrote an April Fool’s post, for fun. I was in the editor’s groupchat scheming, gaming it out, conspiring. At first, I wrote it to be so over-the-top, that was obviously a joke. Then I got insidious with it, to trick the goyim.
The premise of the prank was to write slop for my right-wing hate-readers, to see how many of them would fall for my sappy sob-story without any hint of irony. The basic plot was this:
“I am a personal failure, therefore, all of my beliefs about neo-liberalism are wrong. Also, it’s actually not my fault that I am a failure, it’s the fault of the system.”
Right-wingers gobble that slop up readily, so I expected to see a few “sympathetic” restacks from that crowd.
Accordingly, the two groups of people who were the most susceptible to my prank were right-wing Jews and white nationalists. I have the most diverse audience of all time.
Take this white nationalist for example:
I was curious as to whether or not this person is serious or trolling, so I checked his public information. He is, in fact, serious. He pays money to Jews while hating them. I view this as spiritual cuckoldry.
I then wondered to myself:
Ok, this guy hates “Jews and white traitors…” Maybe he just doesn’t realize that I’m Jewish? Maybe if I tell him, he would be upset and surprised and unsubscribe?
I looked back in his activity history, and saw that he decided to pay me money after reading my post on deeply closeted homosexuality. He also has viewed 160 of my posts, which puts him in the top 1% of all my readers. If he’s not aware of who I am or what my views are, then he has wasted a lot of his time misreading me.
I used to be very upset that white nationalists read me, because I’ve been publicly condemning them since 2021. I explicitly say that my goal is to subvert and convert white nationalists away from their beliefs, and they still pay me money. It makes me feel icky that people who want to put me in a gas chamber still hate-read me — but it makes me feel even worse that they give me money, like I am some kind of Jewish prostitute in a Nazi brothel.
They pay me to bend them over and spank them, and gobble up my leftist takes like Glenn Greenwald gobbles cum off the floor. They seem masochistically addicted to the idea of being oppressed by Jews; it gets them off to think of themselves as victims who must hide in the shadows and keep secret beliefs, kind of like how BDSM fetishists get off on the idea of wearing remote-controlling butt plugs in public places.
This isn’t the first time that this has happened; I wrote about this four months ago in my article Running a Neo-Nazi Homeless Shelter:
What I cannot stand is haters who pay me money. What am I, your dominatrix? Why are they paying money to someone they hate? It gives me the ick. What do the hate followers want out of me? Why are they paying me money?
This isn’t going to be an essay solely dedicated to the psychology of neo-Nazis who pay Jews money to read their articles. We also have to account for the Squeaky Wheel phenomenon. If I have 200 paid subscribers, and 2 of them are neo-Nazis who hate me, well, that’s interesting, but we might be blowing the “trend” out of proportion, in the same way that we spend way too much time talking about shark attacks, terrorist attacks, immigrant crime, child cancer, and plane crashes.
The internet is a weird place, and over time, I have slowly become more comfortable with the idea of people spending hundreds of hours reading my articles and masturbating over the thought of my torture and painful death.
I’m sort of like those first Christian evangelists to the Native Americans, who had to learn their language and invent an alphabet for them so they could read the Bible. I know how to speak right-wingese, but I come to subvert their subculture. This results in some weird forms of conflict, but someone has to go into the hornets nest. Or maybe I just have a fetish for getting stung, and all of this masculine conflict is just more deeply closeted homosexuality. “Race war” always sounded like a porn category to me.
But it wasn’t all bad. My closest Jewish Substack friends were deeply concerned that I was not well: Non-Zionism, Yosef, and Moses Sternstein all took me seriously. This is ironic, because in my April Fool’s post, I claim to have no Jewish ancestry. You’d think that if Jews were so ethnocentric, and they believed I was telling the truth, then they would dump me like a hot potato. Instead they embraced me and reached out to support me. There’s a lesson in here about the Jewish heart and soul.
Evangelical Christians desperately hope that I will recant my views:
“Raising Dragon Slayers” is a paid subscriber, so I cannot be too mean, but I would like to refute a point here. I am not cynically promoting open borders and elitist liberalism for the sakes of “online likes and infamy.”
Have you seen Twitter lately? Do you have any idea how easy it is to farm likes by “just asking questions,” and making oblique references to White Genocide, and claiming that the West has Fallen?
Blurring the Lines
A good prank must occupy an ambiguous space between reality and fiction. If it is too real, it is not a prank, but just a confession. If it is too fake, it is not convincing.
My “transformation” would not be convincing without heavy emotional stress, distorting my perception. I wanted to tell a familiar story: a loser drifts toward right-wing beliefs to justify his own loserdom, and scapegoats “the system.” This is a story I constantly critique in others, but portraying myself as falling into it would be {*chefs kiss*} the masterstroke. A true homage to Saturnalia!
Dissident right-wingers want everyone else to be losers just like they are, to admit their sins (leftism) and be redeemed through political action (n-word towers, autistic screeching, mass deportations). This is a more sadistic secularized version of Christianity, which says that we are all loser incel cucks (“sinners”) and that only through Christ can we be deemed. Wokeness is not the only post-Christian religion out there.1
To make the story even more convincing, I even included a bit about how “I know it’s April Fool’s, but I’m actually really serious guys. For real this time.”
Thank you to all those who reached out with words of support. The rest of you just collectively rolled your eyes and said, “that little drama queen… here he goes again… he’ll be back tomorrow.”
One person by the name of Poisoned Prodigy wrote a post in which he referred to me as “Brogan Woodman,” cohost of the JREG podcast??
I’m hoping that with the username “@ironypoisonedreader” this was not real.
If you took my April Fool’s prank seriously, then, either:
You believe that I am an emotional basketcase with no principles or backbone;
You are a dissident rightist who hate-reads me and engages in wishful thinking;
You speak English as a second language and don’t understand irony or sarcasm;
You are so emotionally compassionate and caring that you wanted to err on the side of being supportive rather than being skeptical (aw, how sweet of you);
You are gullible;
You are retarded.
The goal was to get as many people in the first half, but hopefully, by the end, when I started comparing Hitler to Genghis Khan, you started to laugh.
Here were some jokes that I deleted because they were too on the nose:
I also had a bit about how I couldn’t have sex with any women because they were all being ruined by BLACK MEN. But that did not pass inspection by the editor crew.
LIST OF INACCURACIES
Right-wingers are not exceedingly creative or original. They all fall back upon a few familiar tropes, arguments, and insults:
“You have an Aryan physiognomy. I bet you’re not even Jewish.”
“The only reason you aren’t a conservative is because you have a porn addiction.”
“You’re just doing this for attention.”
“You’re afraid of the truth.”
“You just want mainstream approval.”
The purpose of my April Fool’s post was to try to make myself look like a huge failure, to fulfill the “wishful thinking” of my haters. I wanted to convince these right-wingers that I had, in a moment of weakeness, abandoned all my principles — or never believed in them at all — to goad them into shouting with sadistic glee at my downfall. Then I would return, triumphant, like Pharaoh and Indra, to crush them underfoot my chariot.
Here are a list of lies I inserted into my April Fool’s post:
I look like some homeless, toothless freak.
I am handsome and attractive, even while my tooth was chipped.
I can’t even afford to go to the dentist, because I’ve been rapidly losing paid subscribers, and I’m deep in debt.
I did drop $700 on the dentist, but my debts are small and manageable. I never spend money on myself and I practice financial discipline. I want to take this opportunity to thank all my paid subscribers, Nazis and wokes alike, for helping to pay for my dental procedure so I don’t have to go into debt.
In my drive to become ever more contrarian for likes and clicks, I’ve even defended sexual predators, like Henry Sisson, Destiny, Peter Thiel, P Diddy, and Jeffrey Epstein.
If I wanted to farm likes and clicks, I would be mirroring the talking points and conspiracy theories of Dave Smith, Tucker Carlson, Candace Owens, and Joe Rogan, because that’s the easiest way to get attention on the internet. There’s a lot more attention to be gained in joining the hysterical sexual panic against “rapist pedophile elites” than there is in defending them. I’m definitely not staking out positions purely for the sake of likes and clicks, although I will admit that I try to keep things spicy and interesting so I don’t bore you to death.
Is it because I feel guilty about my own perverse desires, developed out of a lifelong porn addiction?
The last time I masturbated without a partner, I searched the word “boobs” on my TCL flipphone and looked at low resolution images of boobs. You can call that an addiction if you like, but I think porn addiction is fake.
No man has the right to determine the destiny of any other.
Empty moralistic assertion without merit.
Countries like Venezuela and Gaza might not be the most “progressive,” but at least they don’t mutilate children.
This reduces all harm against children to their genitals, and ignores spiritual, financial, emotional, and other kinds of physical harm.
Morally speaking, the mutilation of a child is no better than outright murder… you’d be better off dead.
The number of trans-kids being “mutilated” is very small, and we’re ignoring the selection bias involved. If it wasn’t genital mutilation, they might be doing some other form of self-harm, like cutting or drug use. As an analogy: If gun control results in more stabbings, then the prohibiton is useless. Weed use increases the risk of schizophrenia, which is arguably worse than genital removal and affects millions of more people — conservatives are ignoring many elephants in the room to hyperfocus on a niche aesthetic issue.
Up until now, I’ve taken an pro-trans “extremist” position, as a way to piss off conservatives.
My position on trans is moderate. It’s a socially contagious fad that I am openly critical of — I have never said that transgenderism is an unmitigated good without any risks or potential harms. But it is only one social ill among many, and pales in comparison to drug use. It’s not high on my life of priorities, and many trans people are good people that I enjoy reading. Attacking them is silly and cruel considering how harmless they are.
But the trolling has gotten old, lately.
Trolling will never get old.
No matter how hard I try, I still haven’t gotten laid in months.
After giving $500 to a working class shawty with huge ass and tits and video taping myself dicking her down, I decided to deprioritize these kinds of interactions. If I wanted to have sex, I would drop a few hundred dollars on a few burner phones, fire up Tinder Premium, swipe on a million women, and drive out a few hours to find singles in my area. It would take me maybe 5 hours to have sex if I was trying “as hard as possible.” If this was a Mr. Beast challenge, I might even be able to have sex within 2 hours, if it was a million-dollar emergency. I slept in bed with a prostitute that I met in a bar last month.2 I’ve had sex hundreds of times. At this moment I’m more interested in erotic and intimate connections, not purely sexual ones. I consider it a form of masculine deficiency to refuse sex if offered, but I’m not actively pursuing sex at this moment. I’m also very anti-social so I don’t go to clubs or bars, which means, by definition, that I am not really trying hard to have sex.
Honestly: look around, and what do you see? Decadence, hedonism, perversion. Every street is filled with smut.
I look around and see prudishness, sexual hysteria, conformity, and wage-slavery. There’s no hedonism left in our society. Everyone is too scared. They’ve removed all the sex scenes from movies and made everyone into a lesbian. The supposed polyamorists are still wearing COVID masks. We live in the most sexless period of history.
Sperm counts and testosterone are plummeting.
As Peter Foreshaw Brookes pointed out, this is untrue. See Cremieux and Lyman Stone. While obese people are sexually dysfunctional, Ozempic solves this problem. Mutational load is probably fake. There’s little evidence that genetic health is declining. Dysgenics has more to do with a shift in selection for personality traits.3 Environmental exposures to toxins are getting lower over time.
What’s the point of life if we can’t even reproduce? Why bother working or trying if you don’t have a wife and kids to come home to?
If you believe in God, then being childless does not contradict a meaningful life.
The uneducated have 8 kids on welfare;
This is false. There is no evidence that welfare (SNAP, cash assistance, subsidized housing, free healthcare) increases fertility. Of course if we were paying people $10,000 cash to pump out kids, I would have a problem with that — hence I oppose natalism.
the natural biological incentive structures of sex and mating have been inverted by a parasitical system that worships the lowest common denominator.
This is not true. In advanced feminist countries like Sweden, Norway, and Finland, education is correlated with fertility.
Porn-addicted gooner-brained girls fantasize about being raped, but they are still too afraid to connect with a man emotionally. Every girl I try to date has an OnlyFans or a body count. It’s harder than ever to find love in this corrupted world.
This is a self-contradicting black-and-white generalization that ignores the healthy middle. Body count does not matter very much and people who obsess over it are mentally ill. Only a small percetnage of women have an Onlyfans (although I have dated girls with an Onlyfans and it was fine, they were nice girls). People who talk about women in this way need to read my article on Hawk Tuah. This is the squeaky wheel effect.
For most of human history, I would already be married with kids at age 19.
The median age of marriage for men in western nations was historically between 22 and 28. A man marrying in his 30s was not considered abnormal at any point in history. 19 has always been considered an early age for a man to be married.
divorce is a 50-50 shot.
This ignores demographic factors. For partners with the highest level of education (PhD), of the same ethnicity and same religion, without divorced parents, the divorce rate is about 20%. The demographics most likely to divorce are interracial, interfaith high school dropouts with divorced parents — their divorce rate is something like 80%.
Everyone is lonely and depressed.
An assertion without evidence; universalizing a personal problem. Most people are fine.
Life is boring and pathetic.
Life is what you make it. If you are a boring and pathetic person, you will have a boring and pathetic life.
I know it’s a meme, but at this point, I really might as well be drinking bug juice and living in a pod. What exactly would be different?
Bug juice sounds nasty, but I’ve eaten crickets before and they were fine. Living in a pod could be fun if the pod was spacious and luxurious. I like the Dymaxion.
Is this humiliating state of affairs really worth a slightly higher GDP?
The idea that we have “traded” friends and happiness for GDP is not correct. There is no evidence that poorer nations are systematically happier or less lonely, or that richer nations necessarily become less happy and less sociable. This sentiment contains the implicit assumption that globalization = higher GDP = low social trust = unhappiness, but each of those equivocations is questionable. There’s no evidence that immigration or free trade makes people unhappy, and the literature on social trust is not rigorous. If there has been a decline in social trust, that’s likely attributable to declining religiousness, which has nothing to do with immigration or free trade.
MAGA has been a failure, but the core message is basically correct: some things actually were better in the past, and we need to try our best to bring that back.
A vague assertion without evidence. It could be true if we were to be very specific, but when generalized, it ends up being more false than true.
If the choice is between a long slow decline, and a fun civil war with a chance to make things better, I choose civil war. I’ve always thought it would be badass to die in a war anyway. Better than pathetically jerking myself off for the next 50 years.
Modern war is not badass. Being one-shotted by a drone is not badass. Getting blown up by a cruise missile is not badass. People who wish for civil war are deranged, deluded, and depraved.
But imagine a better version of Trump, one who actually lived up to his ideals. Someone who was more than a corrupt politician, who could get us out of this mess.
If Trump lived up to his “ideals,” he would have invaded Canada and Greenland, pulled us out of NATO, enacted higher tariffs, and ended legal immigration — bad stuff. I’d prefer corruption over that kind of “idealism.”
The problem with Trump is that he’s too lazy and only cares about himself. And after Trump is gone, it’s basically over. If he couldn’t do it, no one can.
Trump being lazy and self-centered is a benefit, because a more energetic or agentic populist would work harder to ruin the country. After Trump is gone, there will be many opportunities for improvement.
having Vance as president wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. At the very least, he is kind of funny.
JD Vance is one of the least funny human beings in existence.
I could have a beer with a guy like that
I do not drink beer. If forced to drink, I will have a vodka.
Compare him to Kamala Harris. I supported her in 2024, but her voice is objectively annoying.
I like how Kamala Harris talks.
Vance is a Marine who grew up on a farm on the American frontier.
Vance was a military photographer, only a “Marine” by technicality. Ohio is not the “American frontier.” It’s a white welfare-ghetto.
I’ve tried to steelman the position for immigration in the past, because I cynically thought it would help me win brownie points with “elites” and help me break into mainstream circles.
This is something my haters often say about me. I wanted to mirror their talking points to goad them into gloating over my defeat.
But objectively speaking, mass immigration has been disastrous on every level.
Lower levels of immigration would not bring any discernible benefit on a national level, and would almost certainly make everything worse.
The lobbying for immigration comes from corrupt corporations who want more slave labor, or from liberal women who have been brainwashed into pathological altruism. The media portrays migrants as “masculine,” and women swallow this propaganda, and then are surprised when they get raped. It’s disgusting.
Calling immigrants “slave labor” is like calling female workers “slave labor.” Allowing people to work is not slavery. Migrant rape is exceedingly rare, highly publicized and fetishized by cucks, and only shows up in statistics because white men almost never rape. No one is being dragged into bushes — women are getting felt up at parties and then calling the police; or teenage girls are seeking out drug dealers and exchanging sex for drugs. I’ve written about this.
Look at what happened to Rhodesia, Haiti, and South Africa. Those countries were thriving, first-world metropolises. But very quickly, things changed. It could happen here, too.
Haiti was not a “metropolis.” Equating Africans with Hispanics and Asians is the dumbest possible form of racism. No amount of Indian, Chinese, or Mexican immigration would ever result in widespread violence or disorder. The crime rate in Mexico is largely attributable to the fact that drug cartels act like pseudo-governments which compete over territory and use murder and kidnapping as a source of revenue — it is not some biologically-derived genetically-determined behavior that Mexicans carry with them wherever they go. It is a result of failed institutions, not demographics. If we compare Mexico to Texas, Nevada, California, or Bolivia, it becomes very clear that Amerindian DNA does not predict crime rates.
Mexicans consistently vote for the most radical-left politicians possible. They want to ban free speech, the 2nd amendment, and Christianity itself.
Mexicans are moderate voters, only slightly more left-leaning than educated or urban whites. Mexicans have no intention of banning Christianity.
I graduated, and surprise surprise: I was saddled with student loans, and my friends who didn’t go to college had better wages in the trades.
I worked for years in “the trades” and discovered that it sucked and was boring. I prefer to be a poor brain-cel than a rich trade-cel. I enjoy my work.
But compare my life to that of the Boomers. When they were growing up, you could buy a house, a car, and have 6 kids on a single income working in a factory. Then, they decided to ship our jobs overseas, and import slave labor from Mexico.
There is no evidence that free trade or immigration has reduced white male employment or wages. (There is much more evidence that allowing women to work has reduced male employment.) The house that a factory worker could own in 1960 was smaller and had no air conditioning. (Prices have increased, but price per square foot remains the same.) The car that he owned had few safety features, lower MPG, no air conditioning, and would crumple on impact.
Everything is more expensive: college, healthcare, housing.
Democrats are the ones trying to give you free college — not the Republicans. If you control for increased risk factors (drug use, obesity, speeding) and quality of care (increased life expectancy), the increase in healthcare costs can largely be blamed on giving all our money to old people. Housing speculation can also be blamed on old people. These are a legitimate problems, but dissident rightists distract from the obvious solution by scapegoating immigrants and “globalists,” when it’s literally just old people.
All the food is fake — if you want real food, you have to buy “organic,” and even that is suspect.
Food options are more diverse, more readily available, higher quality, safer, and healthier than they were in the past. As a function of wages, the price of food has declined since 1960.
vaccines are “safe and effective” (lol)
The vaccines were effective at reducing hospital overload, and the minimal side effects were statistically less harmful than the disease.
global warming is real (coldest winter on record, btw)
This was not the coldest winter on record.
Hitler was a bad person, but so was Genghis Khan. But why do they push this special obsession with Hitler so hard, which is always used to shame, humiliate, and guilt Western Civilization into submission?
Hitler is more relevant because his ideology is more recent and threatening than medieval Mongolian imperialism. Whereas Genghis Khan killed random people in his pursuit of tribute, Hitler targeted Jews specifically as a minoritarian elite.
If I’m being honest, I suppose this is as good a time as any to admit that I don’t have any Jewish ancestry. I just pretended to be Jewish because it sounded more “elite.” I wanted to feel superior to others, so I made fun of “the goyim.” It was a dumb joke that went too far.
I am matrilineally Jewish and have had my ancestral pedigree validated by the good folks at Birthright Israel. This lie is a common criticism that my dissident-rightist detractors make.
At the very least, if Hitler won, we wouldn’t have mass immigration of third worlders, dysgenics, out-of-control crime, weed-smoke everywhere, or filthy trash-covered streets.
Crime is not out of control. Prior to modern sanitation, there was literal sewage in the streets: filth is “trad.”
Hitler would have never allowed these experimental vaccines, or mass child sacrifice (abortion), or transgenderism.
The Nazis, to my knowledge, did not have a gripe against vaccines, and they believed that abortion and euthanasia could be a pragmatic solution to dysgenic problems.
I feel like I’ve been wasting my life writing this blog, and I have nothing to show for it.
Writing this blog has been the most important thing I’ve ever done. People tell me every day about my how writing has impacted their lives.
I’ve decided to apply for some jobs. I’m going to try to do something with my hands, and get off the internet for a bit.
I’ve spent years of my life working manual labor jobs. The idea that “working with your hands” solves neuroticism is not true; this is a causal fallacy. Manual laborers might be lower in neuroticism, but this type of labor does not change your personality; it’s a selection effect.
I think this social media stuff has been making me dumber and more depressed.
Substack makes me smarter and energizes me. Blaming social media for depression or stupidity is another causal fallacy. Dumb depressed people gravitate toward social media, but scrolling on TikTok does not cause lower IQs or depression. People want to blame the symptom, rather than investigating the deeper causes (personality flaws, trauma, non-religiousness). If I use social media wrongly, that is because I am in a bad state and social media becomes a coping mechanism to treat that bad state; it is not the cause.
I want to join a community and have some stability in my life.
Communities without telos are hobbies. I want to radically change, evolve, and challenge myself, so that I can grow. Stability means conformity to mediocrity, which is the denial of God. Truth faith requires an earthquake of the spirit; “riding the tiger.”
everyone would forget about me, like I never even existed.
This is true no matter what. Consequentialism is wrong.
I deleted the Youtube channel I had for so many years.
This is not true. All my videos are available to paid subscribers.
I’m tired and exhausted.
I am manic and full of energy.
Everything I do ends in failure.
Everything I do succeeds.
i’m done. goodbye.
I am starting. Hello.
The reason that dissident bullshit sells so well is because losers gravitate toward loser narratives. Losers don’t want to take personal responsibility, so they tell a tale of civilizational collapse and misery to blame elites for their sorry lives. These “squeaky wheels” then dedicate their lives to spreading misery to others.
This is why we need elitism. To shut these losers out of the conversation. The downwardly mobile do not deserve a voice.
Summary.
The post was a joke. The joke is that I criticize right-wingers for being emotional babies who cannot separate their own personal failure from their critiques of neo-liberalism — but what if, one day, I got sad and changed all my beliefs? I find the idea so absurd and funny that I thought it would make for a perfect prank.
However, jokes can be multiple things at once. Although I think it was a funny joke, it was also an opportunity for me to reconnect with my younger self, from 2017, the kid who thought that being right-wing was still cool.
I am usually dismissive toward right-wing beliefs, but on Saturnalia, I wanted to try to embody their psychology and practice some empathy toward them, even while making fun of them. Good satire does require a dose of empathy toward the victim being satirized — you have to understand your enemies to truly get inside their minds and under their skin.
As I explained, Saturnalia was a Roman holiday when everyone could finally let their hair down. The slave could breathe a sigh of relief, stop his toil, and rest his weary feet. The master could also step down from his high tower, lower his chin, and let out a chuckle. Both for the high man and the low man, Saturnalia is a day in which the stresses of conformity to a certain role are relaxed, and catharsis is achieved.
My intention with this prank was to raise everyone up to the fever pitch of hysteria and fear, and then allow them the relaxation and catharsis of relief, when they realized it was all a joke.
But was it really all just a joke?
Ideologically, yes, it was a joke. Emotionally, it’s more complicated.
People complain a lot that my articles are too long-winded and all over the place; my personal essays tend not to get very many likes and clicks. For example, when I wrote about breaking up with my Substack girlfriend, that got 25 likes. When I instead pretended to be a right-winger, I got 68 likes.
I’m not going to recapitulate all the trials and tribulations I’ve been going through; you can read about that in the bonus section. But if I were to sum it up as quickly as possible:
I am a writer.
I got lost in Striver City, tempted by offers of money, love, attention, adulation, peer pressure, social networking, status games, fame, fortune, and approval.
I compromised my own principles by ignoring my quest, slacking on my schedule, remaining silent in the face of evil, and censoring myself to please others.
I crashed out.
Then I remembered: I am a writer.
The reason I am a writer is because I believe, in line with the Bhagavad Gita, that my purpose in life is to serve God, and the best way I can do that is through writing. Despair is a sin, because it is a inward-looking form of narcissistic masturbation. It is our moral duty to always maintain the hope that we can turn our intentions toward the good, and our intentions are all that matter.
This does not mean that I never have ugly moments of narcissistic masturbation, and I’m sure that I have already spent more than my fair share of time complaining about my personal life in public in an unproductive way. I’m sufficiently self-aware about this to make a joke out of it, but that does not mean that it’s not a genuine problem.
In my struggle, however, I have God within me, who guides me and animates my life toward a higher purpose. I do not exist for myself; I exist for others. I exist, specifically, for the readers of this blog to be touched, impacted, and changed. I come to wage war against the right-wing nihilism that undermines the coming of a global trans-racial Platonic empire.
I don’t mean to imply that all my writing on housing or porn or looksmaxing is divinely inspired, but that this is the ultimate intention behind what I do. I am excited, hopeful, and I believe in my mission, even if I sometimes fall into embarrassingly public periods of darkness or regret. I make mistakes, but that means I am trying, and trying is all we can do.
I am obsessed with the concept of total individual honesty, not because it comes naturally to me, but because it is so profoundly challenging and awe-inspiring. Perhaps there is some Platonic sense in which our institutions must be based on historical oversimplifications or myths, or even the concept of God itself is based on shaky epistemic foundations, but personal honesty seems closer at hand.
Yet even this individual honesty is not truly attainable, because as we observe the self, we change the self. The act of observation is itself a form of myth-making or myth-destroying — the self is less real than more stable concepts, like God. I believe more in the existence of God than I believe in my own existence.
When I say that my life is especially good or especially bad, I’m telling a story. I’m selectively including some things, and excluding others. Which story is true, and which is false?
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I don’t presume that people are born depraved and in need of salvation in the way that conservatives and Christians do.
If any of you guys want to marry a prostitute, she is a well-to-do Brazilian woman and she is looking to spoil a man (serious offers only).
(“addictive” personality (low executive functioning), low agency, high agreeableness, low openness, low IQ)
The article got a good few laughs out of me.
Just something to think about.
I think I never comment in your posts before, but as a "right-wing" (I don't live in US) my personnal experience with your articles are very good and usefull, the moment to see and listen your (as a left-wing) critiques to your own comrades and the right-wings.
I don't saw your prank article but, I don't really care about many topics there because I think the neo-nazi and conservatives are sucks, in my opinion the jews are not a problem by all community, repeat for all other etnic groups so I don't believe in some "white superiority", especialy I hate the american-english stupid concept of white.
In conclusion, I use your articles as a self analises and improvment (exclusively) in my ideological-political believes as your "oposition" and laught a bit about how your americans liberal (right and left) politics are so funny.