Year: 2023

Ignore the Boomer Ghosts

The Kurgan responds to Karl Denninger’s Boomer blackpilling:

In the big scheme of things, those who do not reproduce sufficiently die out. Nature is pretty brutal about it and tends to operate on the principles of large numbers. And exceptions to that rule because of different large numbers.

It may just be humanity’s lot that we go the way of mouse utopia aka Universe 25. In which case, we’re all doomed and so are all our children. And if so, why worry about it. Worrying about it would be a total waste of time. Besides which you do NOT know this for certain, so assuming it off the bat is an error. So, as a function of reason and logic, this specific idea must be ignored.

Treating it as valid or true can only lead you to depression and misery in a situation where your irrational belief in a “certainty” you cannot possibly know is a certainty, becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. This point alone, the Universe 25 possibility, should make it obvious that similar thoughts that lead down similar (if less total) outcomes are also to be ignored.

So for example, the idea that “all white people will soon be extinct” or “high IQ people do not breed together because there is not enough of them” or the more common “marriage and children is a loser’s game because all women are whores and will divorce-rape you” and all the various variants of that kind, are in essence self-fulfilling, loser’s bets on life. The fact that your specific marriage may turn into a hellscape, or your specific life becomes a dead end is not relevant to the entire sub-species you represent.

Yes nature does not care about you specifically, but you specifically can and do affect nature. Make 15 children and chances are most of them survive. If they all too make 15 children from age 20 on, like you did, guess what the landscape of your tribe looks like 100 years from now if you just start out with you and your wife as Adam and Eve? On that basis, starting with you and your wife having had 15 children by the time you are both say 40, if all your children and theirs and so on do the same, meaning that every 40 years they all have a batch of 15 children each, if you lived to be 140, you would have over 17 thousand descendants. 17,275 to be exact. And if the average age of death was say 80, then almost all of them would still be alive, since the first iteration (at year 20) is only 135 people. And that’s only ONE family. Imagine if you have ten such families in the same area. You now have a small nation after one century. Which in the scheme of things is not so much time. And if the genetic serums actually sterilise and wipe out most of humanity, you will not only be a small nation, you will be the majority within it. And it might not be such a small geographical area after all. Now imagine them all of the same religion that takes no crap from depopulationist satanists like Klaus Schwab and Bill Gates and their pedophile friends.

“But people don’t make 15 children each, and how do you feed them all, and send them to college?!?”

Patience grasshopper. People who bought the lies and live in clown world no longer make 15 children. But people did do that for centuries in Catholic countries. And that was before the internet, and Amazon deliveries, and often before indoor plumbing and central heating, and certainly before electricity and tractors and industrial fertilisers and automated harvesting machines… so let that sink in a little and park it in your brain somewhere while we continue to look at reality and possibilities instead of the ghosts boomers put in your head.

This is one of the many reasons why it is good to hate the Boomer, or at the very least, to reject the Boomer and all his pomps and all his philosophies. Hope is not only a virtue, it is one of the three primary Christian virtues, along with Faith and Love.

Don’t worry about college. It’s a net-negative artifact of the 1960s-1990s anyhow. If you’re going to walk the path of the materialistic hedonist, you shouldn’t be getting married and having children anyhow, just plug into the pharma-sexual matrix and extinguish yourself over time in an overdose of Clown World oxytoxin.

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Reddit Bans Autarch

As well as any discussion of the RPG Adventurer, Conqueror, King System that has been so successfully crowdfunded:

This is, for Autarch, a triumph of the greatest magnitude. I am profoundly grateful to all of the backers who have supported and continue to support my magnum opus. Thank you, truly.

Of course, the success of ACKS II attracted the attention of some of the more unattractive denizens of the /r/rpg and /r/osr subreddits, who promptly began to defame and slander me with their usual half-truths, falsehoods, and slurs. When some of the ACKS community refused to allow the disparagement to go unrebutted, it led to a flame war the likes of which has not been seen since the days of the Usenet. Ultimately, the moderators decided it was best to simply ban discussion of both the game and designer, citing “brigading.”

Evacuate? In Our Moment of Triumph?, 6 November 2023

I think these sorts of bans are only helping advance the alternative economy. I can only speak for Castalia, but we have zero desire, much less any need, to be on Reddit, Twitter, YouTube, or even Amazon. The more they attempt to silence and deplatform us, the more people climb out of their walled gardens in pursuit of something different, more traditional, and on average, better.

And, as Autarch has discovered, the stronger and more independent we become.

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“The Whole Election is a Lie”

Donald Trump is finally coming out and telling the truth about the 2020 election:

Donald Trump has claimed that he won all 50 states in the 2020 US election at a Florida event where two of his rivals for the Republican presidential primaries were booed for suggesting the party should dump the former president before his legal woes catch up with him.

Mr Trump faces 91 criminal charges across four indictments, two of which are related to election interference. He is set to testify on Monday at his New York civil fraud trial, related to his business dealings in the state, after two of his children took to the witness stand last week.

Despite soundly losing the 2020 election to Joe Biden by more than seven million votes — 306 to 232 in the electoral college — Mr Trump continues to push discredited claims of widespread election fraud.
During a speech at the Freedom Summit, outside Orlando, Florida, on Saturday night, he referred to his victories in the Republican primaries in the run-up to the 2020 US election and said: “We won, the last time, 50 states, think of it, 50 states.”

“We won every state. We then did great in the election. We got 12 million more votes or so … 12 million more votes than we got the first time.

“The whole thing is a lie … the whole election is a lie.”

I have no doubt whatsoever that Donald Trump is correct and that it is the discreditors who are themselves discredited by their refusal to admit the widespread election fraud. The reason: Donald Trump did get considerably more votes in 2020 than he did in 2016, and there is no way, absolutely no way in this or any other universe, that Joe Biden received more votes in Minnesota than Hillary Clinton did in 2016 or than Barack Obama did in 2012 and 2008. None whatsoever. There is no quantity of mushrooms, DMT, and other hallucinogenics that would render that scenario even remotely imaginable.

Also, Clown World is reliably fake and gay. Ergo, whatever a clown claims to be true is guaranteed to be at best misleading, at worst, a complete inversion of the truth. By which principle we can safely conclude that Jeffrey Epstein didn’t kill himself, Ukraine is not winning the NATO-Russian war, China is not on the verge of societal collapse, and Joe Biden did not win the popular vote in the U.S. Presidential Election of 2020.

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The Last Lesson of Bobby Knight

An intriguing epitaph of the late, great Indiana basketball coach:

Knight was an almost Shakespearean character: brilliant, thoughtful and tragically flawed. In the late 1980s, he happened to show up on a rare evening when high school recruit Calbert Cheaney had a bad night. He upbraided his assistants for dragging him to see a player clearly not good enough for Indiana. They explained he had caught Cheaney on a bad night and should see him play again. Knight told them he wouldn’t waste any more time, nor should they.

Cheaney committed to Evansville — coached by Jim Crews, who had played on Indiana’s 1976 team and coached under Knight for eight years. Knight was at a summer camp game a few months later and saw Cheaney again. This time, the real Calbert Cheaney showed up.

“Why aren’t we recruiting that kid?” Knight asked his assistants.

The assistants told him he had ordered them not to recruit Cheaney. “Why don’t you just give him a call and see if he might have any interest in Indiana?” Knight said.

Cheaney, quite naturally, was thrilled. He chose Indiana, was the star of Knight’s last Final Four team in 1992 and is still the Big Ten’s all-time leading scorer. Crews was stunned that his old coach had recruited a player who had committed to him.

“If some other coach did that to me, you’d call him every name in the book,” Crews said to Knight. “I know coaches do this sort of thing, but how could you do this to me?”

Knight responded by telling Crews he would be nothing in basketball if not for him. Crews finally said, “You know something, Coach: The saddest part of your life is that you treat your enemies better than you treat your friends.”

The truth in that statement is very sad.

Peter King, in his NFL Football column, makes an accurate observation about how younger sports fans will wonder why anyone cares about the death of a coach of a minor university in a lesser sport: “It’s understandable that many will note the death of Knight and wonder how possibly could the basketball coach at Indiana be one of the five most dominant people in sports for 15, 20 years. He just was.” But if Bobby Knight had been a military general instead of a basketball coach, he would have been as famous as George Patton was, and probably more successful. He was a rare individual whose obvious talent was only exceeded by the force of his will.

But Knight’s career is a cautionary tale in how one should not treat others, no matter how talented, driven, or successful one is. For some reason, all too many people insist on treating their enemies better than they treat their friends. This is wrong, in every application, and ultimately leads to failure in everything from marriage to business marketing.

In your personal life, you should, you must, treat your partner, your family, and your friends better than you treat anyone else, most especially strangers. The idea that the closer you are to someone, the more you can “truly be yourself” and “be unconditionally accepted” despite your worst behavior is a pernicious one that is all too common today.

And in your professional life, you should, you must, treat your core market and your loyal customers better than anyone else. The idea that you should focus your efforts on the periphery and on potential new customers in different markets is much in vogue, but it has reliably led to complete failure in everything from beer and NASCAR to Hollywood and video games.

He always insisted he didn’t care what anyone cared about him when, in fact, he cared desperately and went so far out of his way to prove it that he hurt himself figuratively — and literally. Worse than that, he always had to have the last word — whether it was with referees, other coaches, players, the media and even his family.

This is another important lesson. Two, in fact. First, nearly everyone cares what most people think about them. The only people who genuinely don’t are either a) neuroatypical, b) 3SD+ more intelligent than the norm,(1) c) psychologically scarred from childhood,(2) or some combination therein. So, attempting to erect an uncaring facade is both futile and transparent. And worse, most of the efforts required to protect that facade tend to harm the person behind it.

As for needing to have the last word, this is just retarded and unnecessary. There is absolutely no point in repeating the same point over and over and over again, as most people do, much less resorting to insults and attacks because your feelings have been hurt when someone doesn’t agree with you. Did you somehow forget that you claimed you didn’t care what others thought? Then why are your feelings hurt, and why do you assume that they care what you think?

So, RIP Bobby Knight. The remarkable thing about the General is that even in death, he is still capable of teaching important life lessons.

(1) Contemplate the extent to which you care about a child or a literal retard thinks. Then consider the fact that in terms of IQ, they are closer to you than you are to Chris Langan.

(2) It’s virtually impossible to replicate, or even simulate, those psychologies shaped by childhood experience, particularly prior to puberty. For good or for ill.

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A Glimpse of the Game

A veteran Conservative Party politician informs on the real shadow government that controls the Members of Parliament:

‘At any one time, there are around 30 MPs behaving in the most shocking way and getting into serious trouble that they need help with. That is an extraordinary number, and nothing is done. Often they will go on to be promoted. Not straight away – the misdemeanours are held over them and used to control them.

‘To be honest, that’s how the whips’ office has always worked. The difference is, this isn’t the whips doing it in a whips’ way to secure party unity. This is being done by a small group of self-serving men who think it is all a game. They live and breathe politics. They think of nothing else. And they control people using fear. If I were a religious man, I’d say there was something about the Devil in No10 right now.

‘Many voters regard us as the party of the family, but these people have very different morals. Most of the people who support the Conservative Party, who work for it, who vote for it, who pound the streets delivering leaflets for it, would be horrified if they knew about the behaviour, the morals, the principles and values of many of the people who governed them.’

DAILY MAIL, 5 November 2023

The same shadow government controls most politicians in the USA, in Europe, and quite possibly more than a few in Israel and Japan. What they call “democracy” is actually “katantocracy”, as it is government of the people by degenerates for the blackmailers who use the threat of exposing their degeneracy to control them.

China and Russia have mostly, if not entirely, rooted them out, which is why both nations are now condemned as being “anti-democratic” despite the fact that their rule is observably far more in keeping with the actual will of the people than is the case in most “democratic” countries.

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Boomer is a Philosophical Path

Recently, some self-styled advocates of the white race, most of whom are anti-nationalist racial imperialists whose historically-ignorant views merit being taken about as seriously as those of the Black Israelites, the Christian Zionists, and the ADL, have been trying to push the idea that “Boomer” is an anti-white slur that is being used to “divide” white citizens of the USA.

First, the idea is obviously absurd because US whites have always been divided, for the obvious reason that race is a superset of nation. Americans are British. They’re not of German descent, Chinese descent, or Martian descent. The American Revolution wasn’t fought against the Holy Roman Emperor, the Tsar of Russia, the King of France, or the Galactic Overlord, it was fought against King George III of Great Britain and the British Parliament.

The fact that other Europeans “of good character” were permitted to enter and reside in the United States, and that the Indian tribes were conquered, and that the Spanish territories were forcibly seized in war, and that the global floodgates were opened in 1965 leading to the single greatest invasion in recorded human history no more makes those US citizens “American” than the US soldiers occupying Japan for the last 78 years have become Japanese.

Because the USA is an empire established by military force and occupation in 1865 that refers to all of its subjects as “Americans”, people are usually blind to the fact that the USA is not a “nation-state” at all, but rather, a literal empire of many states and nations very similar to the the British and Roman empires. Somehow, this obvious observation escapes most “Americans” even though they literally live in formerly sovereign States like Massachusetts and Texas. A casual term cannot define history; recall that the citizens of Argentina, Mexico, and Uruguay have as much historical claim to call themselves “American” as does the average US citizen who is not of British descent. Neither citizen nor subject necessarily denotes national, which is why economists had to stop using GNP and switch to GDP.

Second, Boomer was never coined as a pejorative term and wasn’t viewed as one for decades. It was accepted by those it described and is still borne with pride by most of them to this day. It gradually, and organically, became seen as a negative due to the behavior of those it described, in much the same way that “gay” and “Negro” are now viewed as slurs. Now Boomer has come to describe a negative philosophy and a historical path, to describe those who consciously chose Hell over Heaven.

A recent dialogue on social media:

BOOMERBOT: “Boomer.” Another anti white slur. Divide and conquer, rather than trying to figure out why whites of ALL generations are being destroyed by the anti white propaganda

SPACEBUNNY: Actually this attitude is more of destroyer of white culture than your moronic “divide and conquer” bs, dear. We should be able to call out the mistakes and police our own culture, that the Silents didn’t call out the Boomers who were there children is part of the reason we’re where we are today. If you can’t acknowledge and admit mistakes you’re a failure as a human. Grow up, Boomer, take some responsibility for once in your life. Most of the Boomer hate would evaporate in a heartbeat if you all took responsibility for where the West in general, and the US in particular, is right now. But no, you just whine about how it’s not really your fault everyone is so mean…..

VD: Defending Boomers and trying to ex post facto redefine “Boomer” as an anti-white slur is one way to ensure that virtually no GenX or Millennial will ever pay any attention to you. Because we were there. We saw what they consciously chose from our earliest years. We lived in the America that they smugly rejected and ruined. The Boomers collectively were, and are, a wicked generation. They remain wicked and they revel in their collective identity to this day. The fact that evil influences exist does not excuse in any way those who chose evil new ways in preference to that which is traditional and good. And if you are defending Boomers and their dreadful choices that have led to the consequences we observe today, then you are an enemy of the Good, the Beautiful, and the True.

Here is the point: you are always responsible for whom you choose to follow. The temptation is not the sin. The Boomers were tempted by, and consciously chose, a broad and easy path with cheap credit, easy morals, and great ethnic food. We are attempting to forge a different path.

UPDATE: This may be the best summation of the Boomer philosophy that I’ve seen:

“The moralizing of objectively false platitudes in the face of their observable failure.”

UPDATE: The Boomers will hear no criticism of their actions, and they believe the only reason anyone would ever criticize them is due to bitterness at their own failures. Words are insufficient for how utterly despicable they are. To hear the Boomer is to hate the Boomer.

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In Which I Express A Heartfelt Apology

This beautiful piece by my PR agent, Pax Dickenson, appears to be disappearing from the various archive sites, which themselves appear to be disappearing as the Zero Historians attack the Internet now that racism and problematic history in statuary has been satisfactorily addressed. And we simply cannot permit that to happen to what is nothing less than a glorious work of performance art and the pinnacle of positive media relations.

A fortnight ago I was contacted by a Ms. Amanda Robb, who identified herself as a journalist. Having had a personal history of difficulty with unsavory wretches of that sort, and being a well-known proponent of a harsh criminal punishment for their un-American collectivist scribblings, I of course immediately recommended that Ms. Robb engage in a vigorous act of self-procreation.

Ms. Robb, however, would not be deterred. She (I did not ask her pronoun, regrettably, so I must assume) was earnestly seeking my comment regarding traditionalist superhero comic books and the manners and methods of aggregating funds for the production of such. The aggressively persistent Ms. Robb told me she is a journalist for the widely known (none would say ‘popular’, but it is widely known) Rolling Stone magazine; which magazine, I learned, is not actually solely published for manipulative character assassinations of washed-up entertainers and the dissemination of libelous false rape accusations against innocent frat boys, but purports to do Actual Journalism. I questioned this ambition, of course, but Ms. Robb assured me that the former incautious Rolling Stone editors responsible for the recent libelous rape fiction had been quite thoroughly sacked after the massive financial settlement and had been replaced by a new crop of editors who were assuredly much cleverer about not being found responsible for making things up in any legally actionable way.

Upon perusing Ms. Robb’s prior work at Marie Claire, The Guardian and with The Investigative Fund of The Nation Magazine, which focused on baby-killing tips, a convenient debunking of investigations of elite pedophile rings, and Ms. Robb’s personal experiences with extensive plastic surgery, I could only conclude Ms. Robb must be undoubtedly amongst the finest of politically axe-grinding journalists working in stale Boomer left-wing pop music magazines today.

I explained to Ms. Robb that I have retired to the quiet life of a simple gentleman farmer, knew and cared little about comic books, and did not seek further attention from the media-propaganda complex. I further explained that I considered her employers and her “profession” (such that it is) to be distasteful at best and criminal at worst, and that I expected she might not have the best of intentions toward me given my knowledge about how modern journalism is done and my past experiences being a subject of the yellow press. I directly and forthrightly informed Ms. Robb that I considered her to be my enemy and refused to help her. Ms. Robb, however, was not to be discouraged by any such declaration.

Ms. Robb insisted on an interview despite my pugnacious resistance and emphatically asserted that it would be helpful for her story. Worn down by her insipid pleadings, I reluctantly agreed, and set up a meeting with her in New York City for the next afternoon. I wasn’t in New York City, and in fact I was at my home over one hundred miles away from New York City. I had absolutely no ability or plans to be in New York City by that next day, but Ms. Robb was so insistent that I decided to just make the appointment with her and hope for the best.

At the appointed time, for security reasons, I texted Ms. Robb to change the location to a different one at which I hoped to somehow be, despite never having left my home, which is, as I said, over one hundred miles away. She “never got” my message until she was home, so it all worked out. Except for the small detail of actually doing an interview. I was quite comfortable with this outcome but regrettably Ms. Robb was less than satisfied.

I explained to Ms. Robb that I lived over one hundred miles away from New York City and I wasn’t planning any trips to New York City in the foreseeable future, so any interview was simply impossible. Ms. Robb immediately suggested driving the three hours to rural Pennsylvania to talk to me. I demurred, but she explained that comic books and the manners and methods of procuring funds for the production of such was of such importance, she would gladly drive over one hundred miles to talk to me despite my repeated professions of ignorance and declarations of refusal to help.

I agreed but explained that I required significant security measures for meetings with the disreputable journalist class she represented, and she would have to follow my security directives to the letter in order to get her interview.

First, I ordered her to purchase a bright red Make America Great Again hat at Trump Tower before her trip. I explained that the fashionable hat would cost $35 due to its quality American-made construction, but assured her that her paymasters at Rolling Stone magazine would certainly reimburse her. I explained that I needed her to have the hat for identification purposes later. I also sent her an address to a closed restaurant 3 hours drive from New York and told her to go to that location and await further instructions.

On the appointed date, she eventually arrived, later than the expected time as is the wont of her gender and profession, but arrived nonetheless. I directed her to the next rendezvous point, a small restaurant with outdoor seating 30 minutes drive further west. I told her that upon arrival at this location, she should sit outside and send me a ‘selfie’ with the red MAGA hat on, in order to confirm her arrival and help me identify her.

At this point, the entire endeavor had been going precisely according to plan, so I’m not sure what explains Ms. Robb’s clear expression of annoyance in the selfie I received. Perhaps she had a premonition of the unfortunate disappointment to come, via some oracular power, as some of the distaff sex have been known to possess. However, given the remainder of this tale, Ms. Robb’s psychic ability seems scant.

I directed Ms. Robb up the hill and to a pleasant location near the lake in the nearby State Park where I imagine that I might have waited, had I actually left my house, which I hadn’t. She expressed reluctance, and then seemingly became confused, sending me a picture of a park sign at the shale pit instead of the lake.

As if a knowledgeable and well-placed journalistic source like myself would imagine hanging out in a dusty shale pit. In retrospect, I suppose a state park with dozens of ambiguous signs marking half a dozen non-interconnecting entrances and extremely spotty cell phone service was not the best choice of rendezvous location. By the time Ms. Robb had arrived at the exact location where I had imagined I might be, I unfortunately was no longer imagining myself there anymore. I certainly tried my best to find Ms. Robb, despite never having left my house, which was, as I said, over a dozen miles away from the park.

Having imagined myself in a place with such spotty cell phone service, I was unable to reply to Ms. Robb’s repeated messages looking for me until quite a while later. When I was able to imagine myself in better conditions, I found that she had meandered all over the park in a futile attempt to find the place I had imagined I might be. After a distinct lack of success she then booked a nearby hotel room and informed me that she was prepared to await a more auspicious outcome on the morrow. Not wanting to disappoint, I proposed a very early 6:30 a.m. meeting at Cracker Barrel for the next morning, which Ms. Robb graciously accepted.

Unfortunately, that breakfast was to remain one cracker short of a barrel. In an unforeseen turn of events, I was hypothetically summoned at sunrise to aid a neighbor in rounding up a dozen escaped hogs.

Engaged as I was in these pretend porcine shenanigans, I quite reasonably missed the time for my breakfast meeting with Ms. Robb. I communicated my regrets to her shortly thereafter. She asked if we could instead meet that afternoon but I suggested meeting that evening after I had sufficiently recovered from my swine herding efforts.

That night I changed the time of our dinner from 7:30 p.m. to 9:00 p.m., on a whim, just to keep Ms. Robb entertained. At this time she informed me that her editors were getting irritated. The thought of the finest political editors in the Boomer Left pop music magazine business being personally irritated with my humble antics left me filled with amused pity. Later, I messaged Ms. Robb to tell her I had been delayed by a henway. She not unreasonably asked, “What’s a henway?” to which I of course replied, “About three pounds.” She didn’t understand this, and then began to rudely question my subsequent promise to arrive in a “BOFA” (Brisk Or Fast Arrival–a well-known acronym).

I finally decided that I had had enough of the rudeness of the press for that day, and let her know that the only BOFA she should be expecting was BOFA DEEZ NUTZ.

In conclusion, I’d like to say that I’m truly sorry we had such trouble arranging to meet up, Ms. Robb.

I realize that journalism depends on good faith and trust between journalists and sources, and I’d hate to see our repeated poor luck inspire unscrupulous or mischievous fellows to waste the time of well-meaning journalists like yourself. If journalists had to wonder every time they made an appointment and were required to buy a right-wing hat if this was some sort of trick to embarrass them, it’s possible that no journalism would ever get done at all. Is that the kind of world you want to live in? I don’t. I’d be worried about all the blood rushing out of my brain from the massive schadenfreude erection I would get.

P.S. Ms. Robb, shall we try once more? I’ll be at Famous Ray’s pizza in Brooklyn on Tuesday at noon. No, the other one. This time, I swear I’ll show up.

P.P.S. Wear the hat.

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