“Everything about me is a contradiction, and so is everything about everybody else. We are made out of oppositions; we live between two poles. There’s a philistine and an aesthete in all of us, and a murderer and a saint. You don’t reconcile the poles. You just recognize them.” Orson Welles
I’ve been catching a certain amount of flack lately from readers that think I’m being if not hypocritical, at least not of one philosophical bent. And on that point, I’ll give them that. I write about the coming collapse, how the west has become a police state, how that even when you wake up in the morning you become an instant criminal. In other posts, I’ve written how young men can pick a career without getting involved in the soul sucking industry of institutionalized education and the worthless jobs that leads to. I’ve also written quite a few posts about my hedonistic lifestyle and how I’ve organized meetups so men (and women) like us with like minded philosophical bents can get together face to face, have fun and realize that we aren’t alone in this crazy so-called civilization. The problem I have with my detractors is that it seems that every one of their complaints is that I’m not ”single issue“. Here’s my response to that complaint:
Writing in just one “single issue” or philosophical direction is boring.
Now I recognize that the huge majority of successful blogs out in this part of the sphere are largely single issue driven. You’ve got the Game sites, the anti-feminist sites, the Red Pill girl sites, the Neo and Reactionary sites, the Christian Masculinity sites, the HBD sites, the travel sites and quite a cornucopia of different but still Manosphere sites. The large majority of them focus on one issue but there a few that address the spectrum of insanity that we find surrounding us today. Keoni comes to mind off the top of my head but there are others. The individuals who write about what interests them or pisses them off on a daily basis no matter the subject matter are rare but they’re definitely worth reading.
Thing about this whole blogging endeavor is that for me, this shit is FUN. I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t thoroughly enjoy throwing my mind puke against the sphere and seeing what sticks. Plus, I wouldn’t have ever met the kinds of friends I’ve gotten to know over the past five years if I weren’t writing this humble little blog. Enough of that however, let’s get down to business.
I live what I write about. I retired at the top of my professional career at the age of fifty when my earning potential was at its highest. I was able to amass enough personal wealth that even if my own investments don’t work out like I think they will, I’ve got enough resources to last me for the next ten years. We’ll see if I want to continue on after that.
The collapse is coming and I hope I live long enough to see it. I don’t want to see the whimper, I want to see a full on bang. I’m young enough still that if it happens in the next ten years, it will provide endless amusement for individuals like us.
The advice I’ve given young men regarding careers are skills that are going to be invaluable when the inevitable collapse occurs. Even if I’m an old man when it happens, I can still teach someone how to square a foundation, cut a rafter, cultivate food crops, raise livestock, hunt, fish, weld when the plow breaks, and if there is any type of long distance communication, how to encrypt and utilize it.
About living what I write about, I’ve withdrawn my consent to any type of governance. I don’t vote and the only taxes I pay is to keep my landed properties from being confiscated by parasitic government agencies. After the collapse, I’ll ignore them too.
I’m drawing down my monetary accounts held in banks as quickly as I can without drawing too much scrutiny. Not that it matters to me, but I prefer not to spend any more time in a jail cell than I have to. Definitely would cramp my style. I’m putting the fiat that I’m withdrawing into tangibles, mostly land, firearms and ammunition. .22 rifles are still cheap even though the ammo is getting increasingly harder to come by but if you switch to .22 magnum, the supply is much better and that round will kill anything you aim it at. Including humans. And don’t make the mistake that just because I don’t write about it much that I don’t recognize the makeup of the impending hordes. The obvious doesn’t need to be written about because, IT’S OBVIOUS. Get your heads out of your asses, we all know who the bullets are going to be intended for, nuff said.
The inconvenient truth is I’m fifty two years old. In decent shape for someone that age, my father when he was that age was in nowhere the shape that I am. Plus, seeing him in the twenty years he lived from my age to when he died, it strengthened my resolve to make sure my life doesn’t turn out that way. Here comes one of the apparent contradictions:
“How can you be having all this fun, going to Vegas, going to Mardi Gras when the situation seems so dire?”
Because I can afford it and because I can. Back to my father’s life experience, he only had about five years of enjoying his life and that was only at the end. He died of a massive stroke while fucking his current girlfriend after sticking his dick with caverject so he could fuck her because his doctors had his system so full of big pharma cholesterol and blood pressure medicines that without sticking a needle in his dick, he couldn’t get a stiffie. I found around two dozen doses in his house when I cleaned it up. I never want to get into that situation, if I die at the age he did, I’ve got twenty more years to live minimum. What would you do, hunker down or have as much fun as you can given your resources? I’m not going to hunker down, I’m going to enjoy every moment that I can and if that means that I pay for trips like Vegas or New Orleans, hell, I can do it and it brings together people that want to enjoy life like I do. Here’s another question I get asked regularly:
“But aren’t you just enjoying the decline?”
No, hell no, and in no way am I enjoying this inevitable decline of western civilization. Anyone who says they are is an infinite degree of idiot™ . This can’t end well and all thinking individuals realize the paroxysms that are going to occur during this stage of human history. The proper response to that questions is, “No, I’m enjoying life as much as I can DESPITE of the decline.” There’s only so much that one individual can do, I write about what I determine is important but the best thing I can do with my life is enjoy it. I’m just a middle aged curmudgeon who has a website, do you think that anything I do will make a difference? I’m not so self deluded to think that except for a handful of people or my kids that anything I do matters. I appreciate the readers that take time out of their day to read my incoherent ramblings but if there’s anything you take away from this site it has to be this:
Never constrain yourself and have as much fun you can in your life. It took me a long time to figure that out but listen to Uncle Mitch on this one. This is the new normal.
You’re welcome. Now on to Mardi Gras.