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tw**t ideas:

"tw*tt*r is formula 1 racing. Formally you watch it because you’re interested in the race stuff, but informally/pervertedly you are just waiting for someone to miss a turn and die in a horrible crash"

"idea: I start selling t-shirts with the entire text of blogposts on them"

"To my critics who say I am a accelerationist provocateur who seeks to cause division and suffering, I say: No, I am severely mentally ill and I need help. Get your story straight, guy. You fucking guy. It’s not my fault I’m just better at it than you are at helping me. "

"henry bemis was a villain and he got what he deserved (to go to hell)"

"If you think women are winning, if you think women are somehow getting one over on the fellas, if you think women are happy. Then I think you need to stop shitting yourself and trying to read the future in your soiled pants like they were tea leaves "

"wearing shorts and particularly short shorts is memed as being “lame” and “icky” because it impacts women the same way it impacts men to see a low cut dress and a pair of huge tits, and they instinctively react strategically/competitively in the sexual marketplace sense and use collective bargaining to secure their own group-position"

"spelling errors? Needing an editor?

The only editor I need is The Holy Spirit and the real “spelling” error is witchcraft "

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The reason why we have the testosterone pandemic is multifaceted. I accept that biochemical, material explanations for it have a place. And I also think the argument that men are sexually oversaturated holds water -- everyone watches porn and women wear basically nothing, and men are forbidden from consummation.

But the real reason why T levels are plummeting is because we allow the next generation of men to be raised *entirely* by overbearing, tyrannical, emotionally abusive women who use them as outlets for their own guilt, as vehicles for self-expression, as sponges who are just supposed to absorb these oceans of guilt and shame and one day convert them into plastic gold for women to spend like water, both physical gold in the form of becoming factories for USD and metaphysical gold in the form of social credit.

I'm not allowed to simply exist. I'm not allowed to be myself, in the real, true sense of the phrase and not the plastic one. I'm required by the women in my life to fit nicely and neatly into the neoliberal-or-whatever system of thought, and since white men can't really be explained by neoliberal-or-whatever thought, my existence can't be explained. So because I can't be explained, and therefore my existence isn't meaningful, my entire internal existence is based around hedging against the guilt that I cause other people to feel by simply existing.

That guilt is pacified, in part, by being performative and pretending like my existence is actually definitely totally explainable by neoliberalism. So I go and have my career, not because the career means anything to me but because it means things to my mother, because it makes her feel less guilty, so she isn't constantly causing me to feel guilty. But there's no actual meaning in that. My existence is entirely about me paying interest on her guilt, on the guilt that she actively causes herself to feel, and it's never, not ever about me doing things that actually matter, because they actually matter, because I'm the one who wants to do them. Literally nothing else about the career matters, other than the fact that the irrational amount of emphasis on careerism and credentialism can be rationalized by appealing to me being a "provider" in the biblical sense, or being "responsible" in the neo-orthodox boomer sense, and even those rationalizations aren't remotely about being grounded in reality since I'm not married (you can tell this because I'm an anon writing on the Internet) and so I'm not a provider and I'm also not responsible, not because I don't want to be but because I don't have to be.

Rather, the existence of my career is entirely about appeasing her own guilt that my existence means nothing to her. The number on the paycheck is more valuable to her than anything meaningful the paycheck could ever do for anyone in my life, because you don't need actuality to take out a loan on social credit, just potentiality. Meanwhile the money piles up in the account, left unspent because I have nobody and nothing to spend it on, because I have nothing meaningful in my life, nothing in my life worth spending it on. (This is why men give money to e-girls, because money exists to be spent.)

Overbearing, emotionally tyrannical women never raise boys to develop into their own people, into the protagonists of their own stories. I'm just a fringe character in other people's stories; my existence is just an abstraction upon which people can place their guilt. I never developed into an actual person because I was never intended to be an actual person, none of us were. I'm a recurring character on the tv shows of other women's lives; I show up a couple times per season.

We used to teach men from the beginning that there was a space for them in this world that was being prepared for them, that a place was being carved out for them to step into upon reaching manhood. They could do what their father did and find meaning that way, they could be apprenticed to a tradesman and find meaning that way, they could go off to war and find meaning that way, they could become a monk and write a book on the Trinity and find meaning that way, they could go to a university and study law and find meaning that way -- in each case, taught by a veteran MAN in the field. They'd (unironically) meet their real friends along the way, and they'd kind of unintentionally find a nice girl and marry her (because sex is a powerful motivator) and have a kid with her, and then they'd realize with a start upon seeing their firstborn for the first time that life has no meaning except in the covenants you make with individual people, and a lot of those covenants are happy accidents.

Now, they're all sad accidents. Now, it's like, I should consider moving cities to upgrade my career, destroying my covenants in that city. I should abandon my religious tradition and go to a different church, destroying my covenants in my local community. I should send my kids (hypothetical kids, that is) to a public school, so they can be raised by women who use them as sponges for guilt, so that my covenant with them can be broken too.

(There are two kinds of women-teachers. There's women who teach because they like kids, and there's women who like kids because they teach. You want to marry the first kind; you want to not have any contact with the second kind.)

All men need four kinds of covenants: someone to follow, someone to lead, someone to befriend, and someone to love. This is hierarchy. This is patriarchy.

If you think we have free will, you're insane. This is all a way to cope with not being able to create meaning and only being able to name it (see Genesis), to merely assign labels to what was already and always there. Sin is thinking that the labels are the meaning. They aren't; they just describe it, lend shape to it. You can't create money (in the true sense) by printing it or by teleporting it in from the future or by tinkering with numbers in a glorified Excel spreadsheet. You can't declare a career to have meaning and expect it to actually have meaning. Money must be baptized in the sweat of labor expended in the production of something holding actual value. You must be baptized in the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit to remove your guilt.

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