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  • Men Wither Without Affection

    Your brain is literally drying out.

    I remember back in like 2011 listening to a Molyneux podcast where he was pointing out how Tony Robbins’ whole motivational schtick was predicated upon his being 6’6” with great teeth, good looks, and a full head of hair. That life was on Easy Mode for such a person (this is a rough paraphrase) and that you couldn’t extract much in the way of universals from Robbins’ advice (this is a very rough paraphrase, basically my own take). That if you wanted life advice, you needed a more challenging proof of concept than basically a born demigod.

    As an aside, it used to kind of irk me that Molyneux always mentioned people’s hair as an attribute, having clearly lost his hair sometime in his 20’s, but now that I’m older, I appreciate just how much a full head of hair contributes to people’s experience of you. Having entered middle age last year, I see so many men my age turn to hair loss solutions and wonder when it will be me that takes a gander in that direction.

    What remains true of men, irrespective their looks or their station, a man needs affection.

    Men without affection wither away.

    There are all these studies on WWII orphans and Eastern European orphanages after the Goy War that show babies who were not held simply passed away.

    The same is true of adults, men or women.

    You need love.

    My man is oxytocin-maxxing.

    I find myself in the lonely and underappreciated position of attempting to administer to the needs of decent people without the support of State or religion or credentialism or corporatism.

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    I chose literally the most difficult path in life that I could possibly perceive.

    It could have been easier for me. But my effect as a “spreader of virtue” would have been diminished. I have never been seriously tempted to step off of the path but there have been opportunities, lucrative ones!

    The love and affection of the good people in my life help keep me going.

    And if I did not learn to love myself in principle and based on an observable virtue in myself originally, I would not be where I am today. I would not know the splendor that I have known.

    Trying to do it all alone is folly.

    People don’t want to live with the humiliation they feel when they go to some menial meetup or a hopeless date with a diminished prospect.

    Not everyone gets to be Tony Robbins.

    Tony Robbins gets to be Tony Robbins, 6’6” and 150 IQ, because he won the genetic jackpot.

    People like Tony Robbins are exceedingly rare.

    And they do us no favors by adopting the bulk of their children instead of MAKING A BABY.

    It is better to process the humiliation you feel at being whatever age you are and living through the social hellscape that governments via COVID and now the Iran War have created. Yes, it stings to know that maybe you could have found that special someone when you were in high school or in college when everyone is supposed to go to college. But what if the distance between you and your future spouse is exactly the amount of that sting? Get through the pain, get to the other side.

    People are withering.

    It is important to take heart in your own potential. You have to find that aspect of yourself that is loveable.

    If you have no physical affection in your life, you must understand that this absence is shrinking your brain. Musculature that should be strong and resilient is instead fading into the background. How many months since your last strong embrace? How long since you kissed another person? How long since you’ve held hands? Why let the world separate you from this? Find the love you need. Follow the dream.

    Without love, you will wither away.

    You need oxytocin pumping through your system.

    If you can’t get affection today, consider taking some l. reuteri.

    This will get oxytocin pumping in your system. Then you will start to think and feel like a squishy, flesh and blood person again. You won’t be a dried out husk of disillusionment and isolation.

    Don’t be tricked by the Sciencebros out there who promise you that testosterone and peptides will be the cure to all your ills. Test supplementation can make you more autistic and strange and inaccessible to women. Peptides will never ease the agony of all those days lost not spent in full earnest pursuit of connection and affection.

    You want to be someone’s Valentine.

    Affection gives us a biochemical cascade that plugs us into reality.

    Look at the hellscape of 2026. Who is doing anything artistically worthwhile or compelling at a humanistic level? Only the people who have affection and bonding in their personal lives. Everyone else is spinning out, however charismatically and based on the remaining fumes of previous affection and socialization.

    Love is the renewing principle at the heart of existence.

    Without love, there is no future.

    Make your future happen.

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  • Bullying People Into Having Babies

    To breed or not to breed, that is the question.

    Stefan Molyneux has this aside he’s been saying for close to two decades, “I try to not tell people what to do because if I do that, in a person’s mind I own the effects if it goes badly for them – and I don’t want that.”

    Then he says stuff like this:

    He’s not telling you you should tell people to have children, he’s just saying that if you haven’t been cajoling them into having kids, he won’t listen to you. And you want the world’s best philosopher to listen to you, right? I do cause I’m a dork like that!

    I have a fun time with this stuff. Yes, I’ve been telling people to have children for years. Yes, I practice what I preach. I made more than one baby. Maybe or maybe not in several different countries.

    I haven’t bribed anyone to have kids. That would be an interesting but probably ultimately self-defeating prospect.

    Begged? I haven’t begged anyone to have kids, yet. Anyone who’d need to be begged wouldn’t make that good of a parent, I’d say. But beautiful people are going the way of the dodo. They get paid by modeling agencies to not have babies. J*wish daycare and all that.

    Shaming someone into having children? Some people believe in shame as a legitimate social tool of persuasion. Some people believe in it so much so that they will get angry with you if you do not shame them at some point. It’s a weird kind of fetish for some. “Treat me badly, Steve, or I will treat you even worse.” Yeesh, no thanks.

    Bullying people to have children? That’s getting into UPB-breaking territory. Bullying? As in…rape? That’s no good. How could we bully people into having children? We could verbally attack them for having pets but not children. I knew a couple like that in SLC. They were extremely weird, obese, and the moment my woman and I signaled we weren’t football-watching normies, they stopped answering their door when we’d pop by to visit. I guess it was to be expected.

    Apparently I have bullied people into having babies:

    That was from this Bitchute video nearly two and half years ago. Hard to believe I once was willing to appear on camera for longer than like 10 minutes at a time. Really? I used to do long-form videos? What for? Didn’t my body seize up?

    We should just attack whenever we see someone without a baby. Just go off, lunatic mode, and make a big scene. Why not? The whole world is on life support, anyway.

    I’m reminded of that scene in Independence Day where Jeff Goldblumstein’s character is complaining to his rabbi that we should just trash the planet so badly that the space aliens won’t want to take it over.

    That could be me but instead of kicking around some boxes at a military base in a drunken fashion, I could be kicking over grocery shelves and hollering at some unsuspecting, child-bearing age woman.

    After all, it would gain me the approval of Stefan Molyneux – something which is important if I want to be considered good at philosophy by the world’s best philosopher. He’d at least listen to me, so that’s good. It would be discrediting of philosophy on my part if I wasn’t concerned with his good opinion (which I am heheh).

    “Bullying for UPB” – I like how that sounds.

    I tried to go with the whole “killing people” angle (as a joke) and some of you saluted, telling me you took me seriously. Guys, I wasn’t serious about that one. I guess you couldn’t tell.

    I mess with the lines of reality a bit. Why not? I’ve got a bit of a bad boy streak in me. Remember the time I wanted to use the government to crush Communism in America but then everyone got mad at me because everyone’s kind of Communist?

    Learned my lesson on that one.

    Now I am totally zen.

    I live so peacefully.

    I only ever encourage people anymore and quite frankly, people are still finding reasons to get mad at me for running it that way. What if I just went buck-farkin’-wild again? At least I’d get some approval that way. It’s called, “We do a little fighting for UPB.”

    Should I play a role?

    Sounds fun.

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  • On Sharing The TV Remote

    Are you with someone who is mean-spirited?

    The majority of spousal conflict goes something along the lines of:

    -Bob has Preference A.

    -Jane has Preference B.

    -Both take it personally to some degree and squabble.

    Let’s do an example:

    -Bob wants to watch King Of Queens (an old-time Franssen favorite).

    -Jane wants to watch Gay’s Anatomy (objectively shitty show).

    -Both find one another’s choices repulsive (we don’t accept anti-Kevin James slander in this house!)

    What to do?

    First of all, if you’ve made it so far into marriage that your wife still thinks Gay’s Anatomy or Sabrina Carpenter or whatever the heck is entertaining and useful to her, you’ve made a major mistake. You have failed to educate your wife in good taste. You have failed to show her the meanness inherent in some programming and less abundant in other programming.

    The thing about this is that enlightening your wife requires some measure of artistic and emotional sensitivity and vulnerability on your part. If you are not a person going through meaningful suffering or a climb to the top (in terms of self-actualization), how can you expect her to invest in any art or entertainment that has even a few vestigial elements of these themes?

    If you are not real, how can you expect your spouse to want to even attempt to become real.

    By the way, I’m not here defending King of Queens as high art, just comparing it relative to Gay’s Anatomy.

    If you genuinely don’t enjoy “adult contemporary” or anything particularly contemplative or nuanced and provocative, don’t be surprised when your spouse tries to drag you into the gutter – and perhaps enlists her “support network” in the effort.

    There’s a kind of mean bigotry that most people are engaged in these days. And if you are with someone who is mean-spirited, moved by the salacious, or prone to ghetto sentiments, why aren’t you taking responsibility for this?

    One of the cardinal sins of a man in dating is that he “takes it easy” in the early going, so as to not “scare off” the woman, and then her subsidized retardation blows up in the man’s face and suddenly he’s in a prison cell of in-laws, inanity TV bull-pucky, and her “community”. She takes you for a lummox!

    If you can’t respect the dignity of your #1 person enough to take a firm stand when they go unconscious and disassociate, you are signaling to your unconscious that you don’t take philosophy seriously. Watch your apathy grow. Watch yourself turn to mysticism, hideous and self-effacing, to cover up the crime – the crime of apathy.

    There’s more I want to say but I’m knee-deep in writing and recording music over here plus it’s someone’s special day.

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  • The Personality Submerged In Mysticism

    The blanket of nothingness envelops.

    I am really not a fan of mysticism.

    Mysticism is the inability to articulate an argument through reason and evidence alone.

    I have been doing philosophy since 2007. One of my early undertakings was to undo all of the mystical programming I had been put through by my upbringing. The clarity this provided me was astounding. Only until the past few years, maybe since 2022, have I realized just how much that essential early work saved me from insanity.

    The thing with mysticism is that anyone who practices it inevitably leans on it more and more as they get older.

    When you’re a young, wide-eyed pup, you take for granted your ability to grasp The Argument. You haven’t eroded your reasoning abilities, by choice, yet. As you get older, you have lived through more and more forks in the road where you either chose reason-and-evidence or mysticism.

    The more you lean into mysticism, the more you rely on it and it devours you. Then you live in this permanent kind of cope where you’re forever looking to some person out there that is proof of concept for your mysticism. A strange veneration of mystics of the past sets in, too. There’s a guilty tone to it. You lose your creativity.

    As I approach my fifth decade on the planet, I have come to appreciate how little people actually register on the plane of philosophy. Meaning, people don’t exist philosophically. By my reckoning, it amounts to maybe 2% of the people I have ever interacted with – and that’s coming from me, who has been highly specialized and fairly vocal and gregarious and active in the field of philosophy.

    Philosophy or mysticism – that’s the fundamental choice for any thinker. There is no mixing of the two. It’s impossible. Anyone telling you otherwise is lying.

    Across the West there has been a tremendous re-uptake with mysticism. You see it from just about every two-bit influencer concerned with “saving the West”. It’s mysticism up and down the line with them. Mysticism unlocks earthly power. If you want influence and influence is power, you go to mysticism. But then you live in insanity. Articulating the veracity if your insanity to you becomes more and more impossible as you age and double down.

    Few will walk the Lonesome Valley.

    There is a tremendous pride and hubris that has followed the West’s re-uptake of mysticism. And more subtly, a murderous rage that threatens to wipe everything out – from within. The incredible spite of people who turned away from reason and evidence is only contained by reason and evidence.

    I have watched so many people now in my years who have turned to mysticism and had their personalities completely enshrouded in greyness and misery. It’s a perfect 1-to-1 input. Adopt mysticism → become enshrouded.

    I cannot abide!

    I will remain free.

    I am not afraid to lose “The West”.

    If the price of keeping it is to be a slave to conformity, forget the West.

    Reason and evidence will bloom something better, anyway. It’s only a matter of time. Why fight math itself? The math is firmly with The Argument.

    You cannot claim to love me and then pepper me with non-arguments. I would like to be treated with curiosity!

    You are not my keeper.

    I banish all the gatekeepers from my midst!

    Go somewhere else.

    Time to stand up.

  • Nostalgia As Self-Erasure

    The truth about family stories…

    Parents will tell these pleasant stories about your childhood when so-and-so did this and it was just so funny.

    That’s the common view of what is happening here.

    Let’s break it down:
    –Pleasant stories – where is the empathy for whether the story was pleasant for you or not? Do your parents actually gauge your response to the story or just blab it out like NPC’s? Be honest.
    -Your childhood – the story is from a parental point of view and since parents aren’t philosophical and on principle, engaging with curiosity first, the story is often told to manage a difficult internal feeling on their part.
    -It’s just so funny – the funny haha stories are usually the ones where there was some sibling to sibling predation that resulted in someone’s embarrassment – yours.

    Haha Jimmy, you little butthole!

    Consider the basic attitude of parents to their children: I own my child, children are less intelligent therefore inferior, and my house, my rules.

    Let’s break it down again:
    -I own my child – parents err here. Yes, in a strict, legal sense, you own your child. We have to have it this way or the State will claim ownership, which leads to all manner of insanity. But the truth is that parents are stewards of their children. Says as much in the Bible. Susses out from a libertarian perspective, as well. Your work as a parent is to relinquish unto an 18 year-old a fully functioning body and brain, absent of damage due to your parenting style. Check out my book Peaceful Parenting for more on this.

    -Children are less intelligent and therefore inferior – this is where parents’ programming comes through. People come from a domination-submission background (aka the entirety of human history): where performative disadvantage on the part of another kicks online programming in us meant to seek an advantage. The tenderness of peaceful parenting can be seen when you take that disparity as all the more reason to equalize with the child. How else can they best learn?

    -My house, my rules – this is just impatient tyranny on the part of a parent, usually the father but more and more so the woman these days. This is communicating to the child that power is the adjudicating factor in human conflict, not reason, evidence, or truth. If you’re too lazy to try and universalize the rules in your home, to make them make sense for everyone – just admit it!

    What is really going on with these nostalgic stories?

    The older parent, now with adult children, is typically trying to put their adult children back into state dependence – to harken back to a time when the adult-child was dependent on them. This induces in the adult-child a sense that their parent still has the wisdom and authority now that they had then.

    Consider it – are you, as the adult-child, asking for stories from the childhood so you can get an honest perspective, some relevant feedback that you can use today? Or are these stories just kind of randomly offered up by nervous people with guilty consciences?

    There is a dominance that creeps into these stories, particularly when they’re at the expense of the adult-child present for the retelling. They’re little humiliation rituals meant to prop up the waning authority of the aged parents. Sometimes they’re told in exquisite detail but suddenly the aged parents practice selective memory if the adult-child asks for a painful memory – such as the time he was spanked or yelled at or degraded with some punishment in response to a transgression.

    One of the most common stories is the, “Remember your first day of school?”

    This story is told quite unconsciously by aged parents, oblivious in their certainty that the adult-child will simply buy into the bit and nod and smile.

    Remember your first day at school? You were so nervous! You cried but then, after a bit, you found it wasn’t so bad.

    There are people out there who will also quite unconsciously proclaim, “I was excited to be at school! See, I’m a winner. I ate school up and you can find no fault in what I’m saying. School was a great experience for me and you’re weird for taking issue with my enjoyment of what turned out to be something really great for me.

    This is a way of propping up their parents’ systematic breaking down of them before school happened so that they would be inured to its effects by the time its presence in their life became fact. People like this speak as puppets of their parents’ denial. The reason for this is because school is philosophically evil and retarded, done with stolen money and modeled after sociopathic “pedagogy” from the late 19th century.

    School is emasculating, people-breaking.

    But good luck arguing with people’s programming.

    The next time you hear a hardy-har-har Boomer story about the time you fell on your face or your sibling shit their pants on a beach trip or you were awkward with a girl or, “Remember the nickname we used to tease you with?” – consider the power dynamics at play.

    Consider empathizing with your younger self.

    Consider the philosophy of the scenario being presented, as opposed to the nostalgia programming welling up inside of you.

    Consider the limits in empathy of the adults in the memory.

    Consider saying what actually needed to be said then but couldn’t be said because you were a powerless, dependent child.

    Consider if that sovereign voice inside of you was sought out by your parents.

    Then sit with the answers you hear and feel your wisdom increase.

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  • The Cult of Forgetting

    Does time heal all wounds?

    To be timeless…

    There’s a clever trick that society plays on us.

    It’s called, “Why can’t you move on? I have!”

    The truth is that people don’t move on from their wrongs. They simply plow them under and move forward. But whatever you plow under will eventually spring up.

    In this way, people’s personalities become ugly, hardened, and embittered.

    This is why they have no problem asking you, rhetorically, why you can’t move on.

    That’s why they can stomach playing such a shitty trick on a person they’ve wronged.

    There’s a massive uptick in “nostalgia posting” on the timeline.

    As everything goes to utter hell and back, the worst demons among us unleashed, there is a growing contingent of people who long for when times were better.

    This phenomena is captured by this meme:

    These guys, at the time, had it so bad. Life was rough!

    But in hindsight, there’s an innocence they had that has since been spoiled.

    This is not unlike bad parenting’s effects on a person.

    Once upon a time, you were an untroubled, un-cudgeled, un-browbeaten individual who had a plucky enthusiasm and a zest for life. You have some go-off energy.

    This was ground out of you by unhappy, mean parents.

    Little by little, the light went out. The twinkle was snuffed out.

    And you’re not allowed to remember.

    The world is set up to grind you down. The world will remove from you your ability to empathize with previous mood and hormonal states where you were much brighter, more innocent, and alive.

    And if you spend any amount of time trying to remember or recapture these previous states, you will be treated as a kook.

    Abusive parents will edge away from you like you’ve done something wrong.

    An ax-murderer, establishmentarian society will call you sentimental, “conservative”, feckless, weak, cowardly, feminine, etc.

    All manner of abuse must be heaped on you to keep you from questioning why things went so wrong – or how they could be improved.

    Instead you’re supposed live in a highly reactive state of yowling at the latest outrage.

    Forever on a hamster wheel of escalation.

    Society heaps its greatest accolades on those who best help us forget.

    Once you see it, you can’t unsee it.