High Score

Today, yet another young man came to school with a gun and opened fire on his classmates. At the time of this writing 10 are dead and 10 more are wounded. The young man is in custody, and preliminary evidence - by which I mean his confession, if I am reading this correctly - suggests that the young man in question wanted to commit suicide, but was too scared to take his own life. So he chose the darker path and, remarkably, went unrewarded in his quest for death by cop.

Somewhere out there, a great and screeching chorus of holier-than-thous are wailing and gnashing their teeth about guns. The fact that this young man used his father's shotgun and a revolver must be putting a slight damper on the frantic efforts to remove AR-15's from the hands of the red empire proletariat.

Never mind all that - being largely unwilling to dabble in conspiracies beyond idle amusement, I'm not going to prod too terribly far into the details of this latest, greatest iteration of the American youth in steep decline. Dimitrios Pagourtzis has the unhappy look of a social bottom feeder. The circumstances of his life probably are not all that different from the last mass shooter, or the one before that, and on and on and on. There really isn't anything more for anyone to say on the matter. We have reached an impasse - no further progress can be made in rectifying the ills that plague our civilization. Nothing that we do now, given the tools at our disposal and the people wielding said tools, will resolve the crisis of Western Civilization.

Supposing for a moment that the solution to gun violence were as simple as removing guns from the general public, we'd be at a dead end anyway. Confiscation would trigger a civil war, and for all the Left's bluster, I somehow doubt that the soft, squishy urbanite core of their demented army is really all that enthusiastic about going down to fight in the trenches. More likely than not, they expect Paco, Jamal and Ahmed to do the dirty work for them, and despite the vast over-representation of our minority castes among the population that commits random acts of violence, and despite the tendency of Muslims in particular to spontaneously combust, minorities are even more bluster prone than the White Left. Fred Reed once asked a jailed Vice Lord why he didn't direct his gang to wage war on whitey. His response? We'd get wiped out. Smart - maybe - although I don't have such a high opinion of most White people I interact with. And furthermore, confiscation is out of the question without even considering civil war. How, logistically speaking, do you plan on rounding up every gun? Who would volunteer for such a task? The police? The military? Unlikely, as survey after survey shows strong support for public firearms ownership by police officers and members of the armed forces. Doubtless, though, they are extremely flattered that the screeching-signalling caste has designs to have them go kicking down doors, and possibly catching a bullet, for the utopian vision dancing through the heads of Brahmin from sea to shining sea.

Of course, solving 'gun violence' isn't as simple as removing access to guns from the general public, and the people who screech about guns after a mass shooting are, frankly, severely retarded by their own need to virtue signal to one another. If they could simply virtue signal in their own containment area, no one would care that much. When I was in high school, the clique I despised the most were the theater nerds. For a host of reasons, every single one of them rubbed me the wrong way. They were annoying, pretentious, boorish, outspoken, overly dramatic, and had a wildly unwarranted sense of self-importance. However, I didn't go out of my way to pick on them because I seldom saw any of them. They had their area and I stayed away from it, and despite by general distaste for them, this formula of you stay over there and I'll stay over here worked out quite well.

This is not the case with the screeching-signalling caste. Unfortunately, at some point, they ended up in charge of the megaphone, and not only do they routinely beat the rest of us over the head with it, but they get to dictate policy too. To add salt to that wound, they engage in what Alexander McNabb called a "sickening pretense of non-power", where they pretend that they are the plucky little guy bravely going to bat for even smaller guys against the indomitable power of Fascist Reactionary badguys. Oh, if only.

Anyways, what is particularly awful about the screeching-signalling caste dictating policy is that their policies are awful: If we send people to college where they are taught to say smart things then we will have a smart population. Brilliant. Truly, staggeringly brilliant. Indeed I say, the sort of people who believe such a thing are the collective crown jewel of the evolutionary chain. We, the little people, are indeed blessed by the beneficence of our academic overlords! All hail the smart people who are smart because they were taught to be smart and let you know that they are indeed smart by saying smart things!

Of course, no one actually says if we send people to college where they are taught to say smart things then we will have a smart population, because if I caught you saying that specific phrase in my vicinity I would drop whatever my task at hand was to bullycide you into hanging yourself. But people ultimately say this when they speak loftily of the virtues of universal education, of the benefit to our population, and when they, wayward and deluded, screech in rage when you dare to challenge their policy pronouncements. To challenge what they say is to challenge the virtues of education, and should the virtue of education suffer a challenge then it suffers a crisis of legitimacy. And when education suffers a crisis of legitimacy, so then does the educated suffer, as his or her (or xir, as the case seems to be more and more) authority is undermined. And if their authority is undermined, then they can no longer maintain the public facade of enlightened, beneficent intelligence, and when no one around them pretends to believe that they are an enlightened, beneficent intelligence, then they must contend with the underlying reality that perhaps they aren't really all that smart, and perhaps they have long labored under the willful delusion that they have somehow bettered themselves by repeating - without challenging - the oh so smart things that oh so smart people taught them to say.

Then, when all is laid bare, the lies come to the fore and reality sets in: By fraudulent means, you have taken power, and what have you done with it? You ruled, poorly. By all rights, you are not worthy. But alas, worthy or no, they rule. This is their world, and they should be reminded at the very least that a world where young men increasingly descend into the fatalist release of an orgy of violence direct at their peers is a world built by the Left. It's theirs, to own and cherish, for what little it is ultimately worth. For today anyways. Tomorrow, or perhaps the next day, or the day after - it doesn't matter - eventually will bring a man to town with a sword in his right hand and a list in his left. What good our delusions of grandeur and self-importance are on that day I cannot say, other than probably not a whole lot.

Every time some kid lights up his classmates, I remember: We put the wrong people in charge.

The Lost Boys

On any given day, from these ignoble pixels in front of your face, to the furthest shores of the react-o-sphere, we grimly count the evils of these days. Today I set aside time to gripe to you, dear reader, about the tragic fate of men, or what is left of us anyways.

I found this Quora post by a Marine concerning bullying and the innate need for boys to channel their aggression in productive ways through Heartiste. It is illuminating enough that I suggest you read it in full. The author recounts his experience both as a target of bullying who escaped his social hell by beating the crap out of his bully, and his experience as an instructor who discovered exactly how bad things have gotten for young men. Again, read it in full, it's worth every sentence.

It hit me right in the feels.

From what I can gather about Nick Cruz, he was a loser with emotional problems and poor romantic prospects. That roughly describes every single mass shooter, but with the focus on firearms people seem to gloss over who Nick Cruz was and the circumstances that led to him killing other young people. This is very low tier thinking - the sort of immediate reaction that should make conservatives pause and wonder about why they take cultural marching orders from the screeching lunatics colleges and universities make of their very children. But is and ought are very different things, so never mind. Conservatives are useless. Etc.

Jon Davis' post roughly parallels the reactionary critique of the modern world, despite him being, as far as I can tell, conventionally conservative. I haven't read far enough into the guy to nail him down or anything, at least further than saying he isn't explicitly reactionary.

In our neurotic haste to shield the young from the pain of life, we have created a monstrous generation of emotionally stunted losers. The consequence of a padded world with no outlet and no hope of truly introspective self assessment and improvement is that occasionally someone succumbs to the red-eyed rage of fatalism, and kills a bunch of people when he snaps. And it's almost always he, because the very bottom of the demented social hierarchy we've created is always a male, no matter what. In the later days of the West, even the homeliest of women can find an emotional outlet by being someone's (excuse me, someones' plural) cumdumpster. This is not to say that I recommend that sort of thing as a healthy exercise or anything, I am simply observing that even the wretched girls I knew in high school knew how to get male attention by offering them cheap sex. Having an outlet, however distasteful, is vastly better than no outlet. Because, as they say, there comes a time in every man's life where to get to where he needs to go, and finding no doors or windows, he walks through a wall. In the case of Nick Cruz, his breakthrough came out of the barrel of a gun. Assuming we aren't being fed a heaping line of shit about what happened, this is indeed tragic.

Naturally, right next to the screeching about guns from shameless opportunists comes the wailing about yet further anti-bullying programs, tolerance, love, letting every child unequivocally know that they indeed are a special snowflake like everyone else. Which is horseshit. The mollycoddling of our youth has brought us to this exact point. What girls need, developmentally, beyond a strong and healthy father, is not the sort of thing I am prepared to comment at length upon. Nor do I particularly care - because the problem with women, i.e. the sluts, cumdumpsters, fatties, thots, screeching feminists and cluster b attention whores is simply remedied by making our men strong again. The MGTOW movement is completely retarded because the task of fixing women's behavior issues and our civilization generally requires the combined effort of men who are, well, men. The withdrawal of men is the surrender of our civilization. You do not step away and say "No, girls, you need to move."

The problem with men is that they are not men, but instead are weakened, sedated, deprived of masculine hobbies, outlets, mentors, by a quasi-religious cult that is overtly hostile to masculinity in and of itself. I was fortunate, I played football in middle school and high school, and I had a string of coaches who, even if they sucked at coaching football, were men and allowed us to be men. Football was my sparring ring - practice well and you played. Practice poorly, get bested by someone else, and you lost your spot. In the weight room we developed our form and camaraderie, and we finished our lifting cycles with wrestling competitions at the end of the week - a crude bastardization of sumo, classic wrestling and football. Boneyard wrestling we called it, and I looked forward to it even more than hitting a new peak in a particular lift. It was exhilarating, another chance to cut my teeth against the strength of a peer.

That a horde of self-important women blessed by God with a heaping dose of completely fucking retarded took away dodge ball and wrestling and handed kids participation trophies because they wanted everyone to feel nice is the sort of thing that makes me wish death by drawing and quartering was still fashionable. What has happened to men is worse than a mistake. It is the worst sort of evil - the kind that regards itself as the highest good.

It isn't that the bottom of the adolescent social hierarchy is inevitably a man in today's world - that will never change. I can imagine a few blue-hairs shrieking that I simply want to oppress women by placing them beneath men. This is mostly true in a round about way because I've noted, in retrospect, that the most "liberated" of women adore the sort of man who puts them in their place when they're acting up, and who slaps them firmly on the ass when they do something nice, like having a warm meal on the table when you get home or giving you a world class blowjob (if I had any doubts she was a whore they evaporated with the noticeable absence of any gagging noises).

The tragedy, as Jon Davis points out, is that young men shielded from conflict are stuck when they hit bottom because there is no natural outlet, no way to climb back up. Men measure one another off of four fundamental traits, according to Jack Donovan: Strength, Courage, Honor, and Mastery. As young man, demonstrating your strength and courage and defending your honor are the basics of building yourself up both socially and internally. The foul women who run the academy and public school system either do not understand this, or maliciously deprive young men of the opportunity to be young men because - and let's not mince our words here - they are evil cunts.

The solution, of course, has little to do with guns, or with bullying, or committees of hags with an unwarranted sense of self importance. The people who bitch the most about guns [rightly] fear their political opponents, who are both armed to the teeth and increasingly irate at the little dictators running amok over their culture. The anti-bullying, pro-committee crusade is an outlet for those who are desperate to validate their sense of self importance because deep down inside they not only do not feel important, but they deeply resent the fact that they are completely dispensable. They contribute nothing but white noise to the ether, untidy sandcastles far below the crest of great waves they have no hope of containing. The age of intellectualism has dragged on too long.

Men must become great again, must become Men again.

Feedback Loop

Everybody signals. Many signals are small, unconscious, or at least unintentional. For example, I speak unaccented English, which should signal to you that I am from somewhere in the Midwest. I don't mean to speak the way I do, it is simply a byproduct of my upbringing. I used to wear band shirts and ripped jeans and uneven haircuts because I was a drummer in a crappy punk band in high school, and I specifically and intentionally wanted everyone to know what clique I belonged to. One signal was unintentional, one signal clearly was not. One I have to this day, one I have long since abandoned.

Everybody signals.

There isn't anything wrong with signals. Signalling is part of communication, it's how we build and maintain our reputation. Reputations help us socialize. Without signals, and therefore without reputation, there would be no interaction beyond a perpetual series of introductions that would fade into meaninglessness once proximity was lost to time and space.

Sometimes people rail against signalling and it sounds to me a lot like the postmodern tears shed over hierarchy. By that I mean that it is pointless and ineffectual and, frankly, stupid to rail against a permanent and ubiquitous phenomenon that is directly caused by the human aspect of being human. You'll never end signalling any more than fat feminists will ever really end hierarchy.

The postmodernists want to obliterate hierarchical arrangement for one of two reasons: either they are personally dissatisfied with their own rank and wish to cheat around the lie of equality by bringing everyone down to a level below where they currently stand, thus allowing them to leapfrog over their natural superiors - or - they are in such an excruciating state of perpetual mental distress (as VoxDay has claimed on several occasions) that they wish for the sweet embrace of nothingness. Reducing the distinctions between unique points interspersed throughout the universe is the same as reducing everything to nothing. The total erasure of time and meaning in a singularity. They long for the release they instinctually believe oblivion offers but are too cowardly to kill themselves. So far anyways - some have claimed that a great millennial die-off is coming. We shall see. Perhaps thots with no marriage prospects will start throwing themselves of tall buildings en masse, but that time has not yet come - if it ever will.

Sometimes postmodernists rail against hierarchy for both reasons at the same time. Never mind that this doesn't make sense, it doesn't have to if you understand that you should not be approaching this sort of thing in a linear, premise premise conclusion format. They certainly aren't.

Slightly downstream from the postmodern camp is the conventional urbanite cohort. Not quite wayward enough to mutilate themselves or dye their hair garishly, but in enough of a state of dis-ease that they will enthusiastically signal their academic credentials. Most frequently this is done by disparaging Donald Trump, as if their collective groan were somehow enough to undo the dawn of the Trumpenreich.

As if.

That part is important in understanding. Kant placed a premium on intentions. The intention of your friend signalling on Facebook is not to bring down Trump through his words and frantic gesticulations against the God Emperor. He may wish it so, but his intention is internal, and yet paradoxically solipsistic. It is paradoxically solipsistic because while his intention is to gratify himself through likes and pats-on-the-back from other thralls of the zeitgeist, he is ironically dependent on positive reactions from things outside of himself. Others. While he may have succumbed to solipsism, the superlative form of selfishness, gratification and relief must come from outside of himself.

You may say something to the effect of this dumb idiot cannot be fucked to pick himself up by his own bootstraps and you wouldn't exactly be wrong. You just wouldn't be telling either of us something we don't already know.

Keeping with that noble tradition, I too am about to tell you something we both already know, but that to my knowledge has not been fleshed out in exact terms.

The tendency of the millennial urbanite cohort to virtue signal is directly caused by the atomizing effect of city life. Cities are no longer centers of economic activity. Cities are high school 3.0 to the high school 2.0 of college. Lonely and emotionally stunted, this last, worst generation is lured to the city for economic reasons and the promise of frequent socialization. While for some the economic prospects do bear the fruits promised, for almost no one does frequent socialization result in genuine, permanent connections. Cheap, alcohol fueled sex and access to euphoria inducing hard drugs reduces inhibitions and long term planning in exchange for immediate gratification. Unfortunately when the high diminishes the user is left with two choices: hangover or redose? When the money runs out and the hangover sets in the loneliness that never really left comes back into view. Hence the pervasiveness of antidepressants and other prescription mood stabilizing drugs. What is remarkable is how nonchalant many people are in this regard. Everyone is medicated and yet no one takes a whole lot of time to stop and marvel at the implications. When you point out the profound and ubiquitous level of unhappiness the immediate answer has to do with some material or monetary want or dissatisfaction. Jobs, free schooling, higher pay. They screech about installing total communism and people who already failed to allow them to sink or swim chide them sheepishly about communism being impossible or killing one hundred million people in less than a century or a million other tired conservative cliches that mean nothing and solve nothing a do nothing because conservatives are tired and useless and cowardly and cretinous. The signalarity operates well inside conservatives' ooda loop, and the bait of virtuous materialism propels their wayward offspring to screech ever more. Each outburst is a feeble attempt at connection, the longing for the lost pats on the head mummy and daddy never ceased, even for a moment, to lavish upon their children lest they hinder their development.

Pure irony.

The rub of the whole stupid affair is that it isn't about installing full communism over the current late-stage capitalism OS. It's about the socialization points - signals - the speaker acquires for saying this, or that, or fuck Drumpf, or whatever. What is said is meaningless. What it results in means everything to a generation that is addicted to the social affirmation feedback loop.

There is a glaring weakness in this system of demented feedback loops hinted at in a (misattributed) G.K. Chesterton quote I've seen bandied about quite a bit recently:

When people stop believing in God they do not simply believe in nothing; they become capable of believing anything.

Something capable of out-turning trickle-down postmodernism in a dogfight is capable of taking the cultural reins and either bringing this insane spiral down to the ground in one piece, or, as they say, crashing this plane with no survivors.

Caste, Then Now and Forever

Declasse though it may be to mention, it is impossible to ignore that America has a caste system. Caste, of course, more or less just means categories on a hierarchy, although the American caste system is less a pyramid and more a pyramid-ish tree, with branches sprouting in three dimensions. Where do millionaires stand relative to celebrities? What about celebrity millionaires? People with pretensions of intellectual grandeur call that sort of questioning intersectionality. You can tell that the sort of people who tell you about such a term are very thoughtful.

Caste in America is also fluid, as people are able to move up and down categories depending on their circumstances. This is peculiar relative to the more rigid and overt caste systems of yore. Jennifer Lawrence and Justin Bieber are to examples of famous individuals moving up in caste, and Harvey Weinstein is an example of the opposite.

Thinking of the drive to "equalize", I can't help but suspect that no one has really thought that much about how total social equality would work. Would we all be celebrities, recognized by everyone that we pass on the streets? Or would we all be friendless nobodies? Given the atomizing trends of urbanization, and the sort of people who fall prey to the glow of city life (ignoring the filth readily apparent upon close inspection), the latter seems far more likely than the former. Needless to say, there is a social discrepancy between the famous and the mundane, such that privileges are conferred in one direction and clearly this sort of thing is an anathema to our drive to totally obliterate distinctions and uniqueness.

A handful of sentences in and I've already thought about this way more than your average liberal arts student. Or professor. Anyways, I can't help but suspect that fashionable equality is a sort of inbred abomination of a fever dream and a child's tantrum. A half baked cry of Pay attention to me!