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Mailvox: cowardice vs Christianity

A German reader describes why men cannot stand fake and hyperfeminized churchianity in lieu of genuine Christianity:

In one of your recent videos – I think it was one of the videos on Jordan Peterson – you mentioned that men really trying to improve on their lives tend to go the the gym and to read the new testament. This statement I can fully confirm from my personal experience. Being a gamma most of my life I slowly but steadily work myself out of the gamma’s self-absorption in recent years and going to the gym and practicing my refound Christian faith are two important pillars in that respect.

The motivation to go the gym I got already years ago and independently of your blog and videos. It’s another story with my refound Christian  faith. I was raised and educated in a Christian family and – as you also write in a blog post from May 2nd, 2018 – I think it was that very Christian education that contributed to me developing gamma habits in the first place. For example I remember my mother stressing that Jesus was a superior man for not defending himself and being a victim. Combine that with a weak father with strong gamma traits and you won’t be surprised that I developed the typical passive-aggressiveness of a gamma. Just to name another example: I remember attending a bible lecture as a child where the (male) member of the church community who served there as a teacher told us that women were somehow stronger than men. I don’t remember the context, I only remember my astonishment (“don’t have men naturally more strength than women?”) but somehow accepting his statement in the end.

When I discovered men’s movements and the manosphere some years ago I tended to regain an interest in God as the strong father I would have wished for my childhood days. At the same time I rejected the Christian faith and even resented it because I blamed it for turning me into a full-blown gamma. Especially verses like “turning the other cheek” brought about my general rejection. My relationship with God remainded being more of a superficial interest than a deep-rooted faith at this time.

The beginning of the breakthrough back to my Christian faith came roughly half a year ago with watching your video “Hate is a Christian Virtue”. This was the starting point for my growing understanding that Christianity isn’t about cowardly backing down and being submissive to evil and harmful people. I began to understand the Christian faith from a new and masculine point of view. I began to understand that it’s also about being strong and clear in one’s stand against attackers. Now I’m reading bible verses daily again and listen to sermons regularly (if you don’t now it already I highly recommend John MacArthur’s series on Social Justice and the Gospel). I even found a group of Christian men practicing the Christian faith and supporting each other in their manhood.

So first and foremost I want to thank you for your helpful work on the socio-sexual hierarchy and Christianity. Moreover I’d really appreciate it – if your time and interests allow it at this point – if you would further elaborate on the topic of Christianity and why it involves masculine strength rather than being opposed to it. In particular I’d really like to know your interpretation of verses like “turning the other cheek”.

The key to understanding the concept of turning the other cheek is to grasp that motivations matter. God knows your thoughts! You are not going to fool Him. If you are refraining from striking down the man who violently humiliates you out of cowardice, then you are not turning the other cheek. You are not seeking to be perfect as your Father in Heaven is perfect. You’re just being a coward and there is less than zero spiritual benefit to you from your failure to respond. Better that you hit your attacker back, and do so harder than he hit you.

Turning the other cheek is only for the man who is strong enough to demonstrate his forbearance as an example of God’s mercy and impregnability, just as carrying the legionary’s equipment for an extra mile can only apply to the individual who is able to carry it for the first mile. One cannot strive to be a perfect man when one is not even truly a man.

That’s merely my opinion, of course. I am a political philosopher, not a theologian.

Voxiversity Episode 009

The production team and I are pleased to announce Voxiversity Episode 009: THE SOCIO-SEXUAL HIERARCHY

The bestselling author of THE IRRATIONAL ATHEIST and ON THE EXISTENCE OF GODS explains the socio-sexual hierarchy and the five primary ranks into which it is divided.

Thanks very much to all the Voxiversity and Darkstream backers who are making these videos possible. A pertinent comment from YouTube on that note: To all those responsible for the continued existence of Voxiversity: Thank you for the knowledge-rich content.

Darkstream: The Sociopathic SJW Media

From the transcript of the Darkstream:

We need to stop thinking that, oh, well, we just need to reason with them! Don’t they understand what this is leading to? Well, if we can only convince them what this is leading to, then maybe they’ll change! No, that’s not going to happen, that’s not going to work. If you haven’t read it yet, it’s a very quick read, but take a look at 4D Warfare by Jack Posobiec. Whether you like Jack or not, whether you think that he is spot-on or not, he does make a very good comparison of what is developing with Antifa in the United States and the Red Guards in China. It’s also very similar to what happened with the Reds, the Republicans in Spain during the Spanish Civil War.

The Spanish Civil War was incredibly,  incredibly ugly and so this same framework is what is shaping up in the United States right now. And it’s happening, to a great extent, because conservatives have absolutely failed to accept the fact that these people are the enemy. You’ve got all these good conservatives who are still more concerned about shaking their finger about identity politics and people who would divide the nation when when we should be trying to unite it. It’s absolutely ludicrous, it’s absolutely a non-starter. The conservative movement has failed utterly because the conservative movement was co-opted by cuckservatives and neocons.

Their whole game was to drive the right away from Christianity and away from nationalism, but the only thing that will save the country, that will save the remnants of the country, is Christian nationalism. That’s what we’re seeing rising in Europe and that’s where you’re going to need to turn to find the spiritual, mental, and cultural confidence to stand against Antifa. And that’s something that you need to come around to because I understand a lot of you don’t want to believe that. I understand that you want to cling to your Enlightenment values,  you want to cling to your tolerance, you want to cling to your hedonism, if you’re a woman maybe you want to cling to your feminism.

You can’t do it. You can’t do it and stand against the evil because it weakens you. The way that you weaken yourself is you compromise yourself, and when you are compromised then you are unable to stand against the evil of others. You just don’t have the ability. It’s like trying to become a bodybuilder but saying, you know, I’m not going to work my chest muscles. I’ll make my legs real strong and I’ll make my biceps real strong, but I’m just not gonna do any bench because I don’t believe in that. I don’t believe in working my pectorals. You know, you’re not going to become an effective bodybuilder.

If you have a military operation and you just decide  that we have to do this operation, we want to take this objective, we’ve got all these forces, but you know, I just fundamentally don’t believe in artillery. I think that artillery is just wrong and I don’t believe it’s effective,  and so we’ll send in the infantry, and we’ll send in the armor, and and maybe we’ll fly some planes too, but no artillery, because artillery is is just wrong. Well, how effective is your military going to be? Maybe it’s going to be effective enough,  but it’s not going to be as effective as it could and should be.

Magic Dirt Fail in Australia

A Somali-Australian expressed his appreciation for his new home in Melbourne:

Police are treating an attack in Melbourne’s Bourke Street mall in which one person was fatally stabbed and two others were injured as an incident of terrorism. The attacker was shot by police as the terrifying scene unfolded in Melbourne’s city district on Friday. He died later that night in hospital.

Witnesses said they heard a loud explosion and saw a car bust into flames outside Target on Bourke Street, between Swanston and Russell Streets, about 4.20pm.

Chief commissioner Graham Ashton said the attacker was known to police and federal intelligence agencies. “What we know so far about the individual … from what we know we are treating this as a terrorism incident,” he said. “We believe we have confirmation on the identity [and] there are ongoing investigations being conducted by counter-terrorism. I am not at liberty to disclose the identity of this person. He is known to police, mainly in respect to relatives that he has that are persons of interest to us. He is someone who is accordingly known to Victoria Police and the federal intelligence authorities.”

The man had a minor offending history of drug, theft and driving offences, lived in the north-western suburbs of Melbourne, and came to Australia from Somalia in the 1990s, he said.

Perhaps it was his anger over Australian meddling in the Middle East. Either way, if we have learned one thing over the last 17 years, explosions are just part and parcel of living in any big city that is home to the Religion of Peace.

#BelieveHer

VFM at Google are reporting “a major concession” has been made by management after a big meeting concerning sexual harassment. Accused male Googlers are henceforth to be deemed guilty until they can prove otherwise.

It is good to see that Google is finally putting its corporate policies in line with its publicly expressed values.

Right Ho, Jeeves #3 now in print

BERTIE AT BAY is the third issue in the RIGHT HO, JEEVES series, which tells of the travails of the inimitable Bertie Wooster, summoned from the comforts of #3A Berkley Mansions, London to Brinkley Manor by his imperious Aunt Dahlia. Love is in the air and Wodehousian shenanigans are afoot, as Wooster’s well-meaning attempts to help out his friends sort out their romantic difficulties only leads to one hilarious disaster after another.

Adapted from the classic Wodehouse novel by comics legend Chuck Dixon and drawn by SAVAGE SWORD OF CONAN illustrator Gary Kwapisz, BERTIE AT BAY is issue #3 of 6 in the RIGHT HO, JEEVES series.

RIGHT HO, JEEVES #3: Bertie at Bay is available in a gold logo edition from Arkhaven Direct for $2.99.

In other Arkhaven-related news, Rorshach of Swindon has reviewed Alt-Hero #4: The War in Paris.

Exercise your rights

I tend to doubt even Antifa are dumb enough to try this sort of home invasion in any Castle Doctrine jurisdiction:

A group of protesters congregated outside what they claimed was Fox News host Tucker Carlson’s home in Washington, D.C., on Wednesday night to chant threatening messages.

Smash Racism D.C., a self-described “anti-fascist” group, posted a video of their members screaming obscenities at Carlson’s house and blaming his “policies” for the deaths of thousands of people.

“Tucker Carlson, we will fight!” the protesters chanted. “We know where you sleep at night!”

In the first video posted to Twitter, one protester can be seen ringing Carlson’s doorbell before running away.

“Racist scumbag, leave town!”

Every night you spread fear into our homes—fear of the other, fear of us, and fear of them. Each night you tell us we are not safe. Tonight you’re reminded that we have a voice. Tonight, we remind you that you are not safe either.
#KnockKnockTucker

Someone affiliated with DC Antifa told The Gateway Pundit that the protest at Carlson’s home was “just the beginning.”

If they start it, we’ll end it. In the very unlikely event you haven’t already, it’s time to gun up. The expected civil unpleasantries have already begun. And while Tucker Carlson’s wife might not put three rounds of .357 in a home invader’s chest “because she feared for her life and the lives of her children” you can be damned sure that mine would not hesitate to do so.

Assuming, of course, that the Ridgebacks didn’t eat them first.

I highly recommend anyone right of center in the public eye to have at least two large security dogs. Then, if Antifa is dumb enough to set foot on your property, just open the door. Trust me, about the only thing more intimidating than a well-muscled adult Rhodesian Ridgeback unleashing its big bass “I WILL DEVOUR YOUR SOUL” bark from Hell at you is two of them doing it at the same time.

I’ve seen a grown man dive into the hatchback of his cars and slam it shut on himself rather than face a Ridgeback, and she was just wagging her tail and giving her friendly “HEY! HEY! HEY! NEW FRIEND! DO YOU WANT TO PLAY?” bark.

Bono is evil

The Big Bear takes on the unsuspected evil that is Bono.

After several comments told me I was way off on Bono, given my personality, I had no other choice than to do a bunch of research on him and dedicate an entire episode to further prove my point that he is vile. Enjoy! The pope, harvey weinstein, bill clinton, ONE charity, tax evasion, hypocrisy, theft, fake environmentalism, weird album covers, and much much more! 

It’s pretty bad. Bono is considerably weirder and more hypocritical than even those who instinctively dislike him tend to suspect. The fact that his charity ONE has given less than two percent of the money it has raised to anyone in need is merely the tip of what appears to be a deeply troubling iceberg of the usual evil. I even contributed in a very modest way to this video, as I sent the Big Bear my observations concerning some lyrics from the U2 song “One” that he noticed seemed a little strange in a previous video.

Love is a temple
Love a higher law
Love is a temple
Love the higher law

Love is a temple = Ordo Templi Orientis, an occult order to which Aleister Crowley belonged. From Infogalactic: After spending time in Algeria, in 1912 Crowley was initiated into another esoteric order, the German-based Ordo Templi Orientis (O.T.O.), rising to become the leader of its British branch, which he reformulated in accordance with his Thelemite beliefs.

Love the higher law = The Book of the Law, the sacred text of Thelema, a pagan cult religion. From Infogalactic: The central sacred text of Thelema, written down from dictation mostly by Aleister Crowley. “Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law. Love is the law, love under will.” The law of Thelema was developed in the early 1900s by Aleister Crowley, an English writer and ceremonial magician.

Shut them down

Given that they are the enemy of the American people, CNN is fortunate that the God-Emperor has merely denied the media a press pass or two rather than ordering drone strikes:

CNN White House correspondent Jim Acosta accused the Trump administration Wednesday evening of trying to shut down critical press coverage by revoking his credentials.

In an interview with CNN colleague Anderson Cooper, Mr. Acosta denied assaulting a White House intern earlier in the day — the stated reason — saying he was merely “trying to hang onto the microphone” after President Trump had instructed the young woman to take the microphone to give it to another reporter.

“It’s unfortunate that the White House is saying this,” Mr. Acosta said, going on to accuse the White House of trying to intimidate the rest of the press corps.

“I do think this is a test for all of us,” he said after Mr. Cooper had shown several supportive tweets from other White House reporters.

“I think they’re trying to shut us down … send a message to our colleagues,” Mr. Acosta said.

When their coverage is 98 percent critical, why give them any access at all? What is the benefit to either the Trump administration or the American people in doing so?

EXCERPT: Pop Kult Warlord


An excerpt from POP KULT WARLORD, the second book in the Soda Pop Soldier series, by one of the best-selling authors in science fiction, Nick Cole!


The phone rings. It’s Irving Wong. My new e-sports agent. We met during the Razer party. He also represents the new Batman actor. So he must be big-time, sorta.

“Hey, PQ!” he says in his cigar-smoke-ravaged voice. I see his name in the caller ID.

“Mr. Wong.” My parents raised me to be polite. I’ve been thinking about them a lot as surreality has become a new reality. Like they’re some anchor I must hold on to, or otherwise go spinning off over the cliffs of insanity.

“PQ! Rock star! Baby!” Irv erupts at just after dawn, Havana time, as the multi-colored city surrenders to the full glare of an unrelenting tropical morning. I can see people in the streets below from the wide window of my top-floor suite. Still dancing. But many are streaming away to wherever it is they’re staying. It’s expected after almost twenty-four straight hours of nonstop Super Bowl partying.

“Call me Irv, PQ.”

I agree to.

Again. Politeness. I’m tired so I kick off my loafers and lay the suit jacket I had made in Rome across the emperor-sized bed. Maybe it’s time to go back. Have another one made. I liked Rome a lot.

“Okay, cutting to the chase, kid,” Irv begins. “I already got something for you. Something very hot. A booking that starts now-ish. You game?”

“Now-ish?” The thought of throwing myself into another e-sports combat game seems impossible at this moment. As in… triathlon impossible the day after you’ve quit your habit of smoking and eating three cheeseburgers a day.

I exhale, involuntarily. I’m not just suffering from game fatigue, or binge tiredness… I’ve got a serious case of game hangover. It’s been six months of straight matches every weekend, and we’ve been winning pretty consistently. You’d think winning makes it easier, but it doesn’t. It makes things much, much harder. Every match… every engagement… every bullet… develops some massive psychic weight of importance that must be constantly accounted for and dealt with. Gaming isn’t just fun at this level… it’s become a business.

And I’m beat tired.

I sit on the bed and feel its whispering invitation to sweet oblivion. Darkness. Just sweet silent no-monitor-or-flashing-smartphone-lights darkness. I could seriously do that.

“Ever heard of a game called Civ Craft?” barks Irv over the faraway phone in my hand.
I have. It looks pretty awesome. But it’s team-based. And I already play for a team in WarWorld.
“Well you know it’s got national teams, right?” asks Irv.

“Sure,” I mumble distantly. Giant bed is calling to me. Singing a song really. A lullaby just like the kind mermaids were supposed to lure sailors to their deaths with.

“Okay, so, follow me here, kid. You know that a lot of national entities field teams to compete within this Civ Craft world, right? They all work together to build living-world civilizations from the ground up. People actually go on virtual vacations in the top-tier one. That’s cray-cray,” says the old man using his old man lingo.

I’ve vaguely heard stuff like this. Again, I don’t really know much about the game. WarWorld and its military team combat are more my thing. Infantry operations especially.

“Sure.”

“Okay, well one of these entities is interested in recruiting you for their national team. And there’s some big money involved. Rich country, lots of oil reserves. They’re going to pay you, and me my fifteen percent of course, in gold to come down and fight for them. They’ve got a big thing going down and they want pro gamers who are willing to merc for cash. Except the cash is gold which is way better. So, they called about an hour ago and they really want the MVP of the Super Bowl to come help them out. Interested?”

I’m really too tired to go anywhere in the near future. I’m pretty sure a week in this bed turning back into a human being is all I’m capable of.

“It’s a one-month contract with an option for another. Five million in gold per month.”

I’m wide awake.

“Kid…” growls Irv low and conspiratorially like we’re spies, or mobsters. “This is…”

“I’m in,” I shout, hearing my voice bounce off the walls of the suite.

“Ha-cha!” erupts Irv triumphantly. Like he’s just won a hand of pinochle or got the high score on a Super Mario Bros. upright he found in the back of a liquor store that still takes vintage quarters when you can find ’em. Some old guy thing only old guys ever get excited about. “Knew you would be. Okay. Car’s waiting downstairs in front of the hotel to get you to Havana International directly. Private jet will take you over to LAX, and then I’ll deliver you to the client myself.”

No bed?

Nah, I think to myself. Five million in gold. I’ll get some coffee. Who needs bed?

I stand and feel vaguely drunk. And washed out. And dehydrated. And papery and thin. And I need a shave. I slip on my loafers and jacket and grab my Samurai Leather messenger bag containing my laptop.

I take one last look at Giant Bed.

It would’ve been real nice.

“Where am I going, Irv?”

“Calistan, kid. The Gold Coast of Calistan. Used to be called Southern California… before the Meltdown.”