I know the feel

It’s exhausting being two people. Almost like how I imagine cheating except cheating on your true self.

Yes, I know it sounds wanky. Sorry. I go thousands of posts without rambling about myself, we can afford ONE.

I guess it’s a stronger form of what many traditionalists feel under the globalist thumb, only more intense with the import of hiding here. They’ve tried to come after me once openly, they refuse to speak of me again in the years hence, although they’d adore any excuse to get me arrested e.g. repeating fact.

I exploited some little known legal loopholes to be here, after all this time. I don’t knock down people’s doors or scream in the streets.

It isn’t cowardice to hide, it’s strength to seem to hide when you’re actually not. It’d be far easier to do nothing, bow your head and cow. But you can explore the wiggle room between hiding and showing. The new internet seems to have lost all subtlety. I don’t like e-celebs, I like the original idea of vehicle, internet as message. I don’t care who the messenger is. A smart 12yo is no less worthy of respect. The e-celebs who hate me, hate me because I don’t show them “respect”, by which they mean idolatry. I ask for none and give none. Either you’re right or you’re wrong and time will tell so there’s no use hiding it.

The opposite philosophy would be magical thinking – you can be anything you claim, kiddy dress-up but for adults e.g. a philandering “Christian”, a man in a lady’s dress, a saintly rioter or degenerate alpha. I hold no space for such delusions. I don’t do much here but I see the uniques, people want the information. They want the studies and the sanity of it.

Here’s to half a million hits.

I assume most of your assumptions about me are wrong. I seem to have a legit digital reputation now, which I never expected when I began.

 

Fun fact: One day, I aspire to bring out an amazing line of sarcastic tea-towels.

Here’s to making more people doubt my existence.

If it’s safe to come out one day, that might be funny.

Until then, still too pretty for prison.

This is how you do it

https://aesthetics.fandom.com/wiki/Cottagecore

I’ve managed to subvert more of my fellow woman than any angry blackpiller ever.

With the power of pastry aesthetics.

FIGHT ME.

The alternate name was Village Living.

See, when a girl loses her innocent joy at beauty, that is when the evil strikes. With apathy and misandry.

If you bar that with a solid base of good taste, evil is powerless against it. We wage a battle of aesthetics, gentlemen.

And Barbiecore as an alternative for preteens to the queer glittery bullshit and thot dress subcultures.

This is how you kill the SJW – with feminine beauty and vintage aesthetics.

They cannot hope to compete, but they’ll try.

Less wheat field, more sourdough.

You can’t sell women on giving birth, guys.

wiki: “an Internet aesthetic which celebrates a return to traditional forms of craft such as foraging, baking and pottery.[1] According to its proponents, the ideas of Cottagecore can help to satisfy a popular desire for “an aspirational form of nostalgia” as well as an escape from many forms of stress and trauma”

My definition?

Escapism from postmodernism.

Turns out cultural marxism is equally open to subversion as the things it was attempting to subvert.

No TV, less social media – less SJW bullshit and influence. Cut off their hegemonic grip at the neck.

They’re trying to re-subvert it in response, like that asinine #notvintagevalues signal, but it isn’t working.

It’s like soft libertarianism with baked goods, you can’t make it an urbanite thing. It’s polar to such coarseness, hence the instinctive appeal to white girls. Better than being ‘basic’ globalist consumerists and it dovetails to minimalism (going Galt) nicely.

This is what I’ve been doing. Well…. some of it. We’ll see how the rest pans out.

‘Dark Academia’ is pushing all the slightly goth stuff I used to wear… while there, and is decidedly.. “Eurocentric”.

Have ya noticed?

Know thy place, my people.

nb. Yes I partially ripped off the tradladies but made it more normie, I doubt they’ll mind.

Cottagecore, derived from normcore, because it’s for normies, get it?

I’m also working on an “elevated” classy version that isn’t invaded by black thots pretending they’re not hookers.

https://www.townandcountrymag.com/society/money-and-power/a10356763/sloane-ranger-handbook-princess-diana/

Like this but with evening options.

can confirm, no dick

I expect people to question my motives, it’s fine. Forgoing d’nations and such is weird in this venal hellscape of a fallen world.

Source

I am indeed a dickless wonder.

I’m just trying to make the world a better place without attention-whoring, it can be done. If you keep your profile low, they’re less likely to make an example of you. Anonymity is power. I don’t actually like the internet, isn’t that ironic?

Ironically, nobody who knows me in real life would guess this past-time. You’d never know by looking. I like skirts, bake my own bread and know a lot about gardening. Being under-estimated is useful. Every few years I rebrand into an additional identity as a challenge, have done since the teens.

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Remember: as Anonymous said, there are no girls on the internet.

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Or I’m larping this whole thing, as the following may conclusively prove?

Here’s a hell of a drop for you.

As to how I heard all this stuff (-my accuracy rate is at least 80%), well, you really, really don’t wanna know. It’s tedious and boring to relate.

tldr I’ve seen this coming for a while and disliked the direction.

e.g. I knew Nan, the limo blonde in this clip, is based on Hillary. Obsessed with bad suits and looking caring for PR. “Later, she met First Lady, and future Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton.” source Odd things to include for a fictional character…? The event of Apocalypse refers vitally to the “blood field” [akeldama] of the Bible, they’re obsessed with it, along with “liquid cannibalism” and, sorry, “blender babies” (placental smoothies). source  They’re not taking kale for their iron, that’s all a front. There’s the setting for your much recently-discussed apocalypse. The blood field of infamy. It isn’t the end of the world, but you can see it from here. As in Judas’ times, treason still doesn’t pay. Find that akeldama info somewhere else before me, I defy you. It gets scrubbed if it blips, along with the poster. Americans seldom actually read. But they left many signs. Hollywood has always known. Who else would tell you this? But pass it on.

Here’s some Bible they don’t teach in Sunday School:

Only be sure not to eat the blood, for the blood is the life, and you shall not eat the life with the flesh. 

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Manly P Hall said “in the arcanum of magic it is declared that ‘he controls the soul who controls the blood of another.’” and “Black magic is not a fundamental art; it is the misuse of an art.” as true Christians ought to know. Otherwise you can’t have a car because drunk drivers exist.

For the life of the flesh is in the blood, and I have given it for you on the altar to make atonement for your souls, for it is the blood that makes atonement by the life.

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Indeed, under the law almost everything is purified with blood, and without the shedding of blood there is no forgiveness of sins.

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or the child reading-level version: “In fact, the law requires that nearly everything be cleansed with blood, and without the shedding of blood there is no forgiveness.”

Who else tells you this? Nobody. But I know how they think. Where is the lie?

When have I ever, ever lied to you? Why bother, right?

https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John+6%3A53-56&version=NIVUK

53 Jesus said to them, ‘Very truly I tell you, unless you eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink his blood, you have no life in you. 54 Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, and I will raise them up at the last day. 55 For my flesh is real food and my blood is real drink. 56 Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood remains in me, and I in them.

To be as a God? It’s called Godform assumption.

http://hermetics.org/stavish/Godforms.html
https://fraterbarrabbas.blogspot.com/2010/07/rite-of-assumption-of-godhead.html

True Christianity is fundamentally weird, okay? It isn’t the Hollywood religion of fools and wimps.

http://www.abideinchrist.com/messages/lev17v11.html

Truth is stranger than fiction – some guy drinking out of human skulls and writing about vampires in the literal Romantic age.

“The new world would be nothing to the old” sauce, hold the walnut

Who else has told you this? Show me him. Show me the man. You can’t.

 

This decade is gonna be fun.

You don’t want to know who spine guy is based on. I hear conflicting reports but (shudder).

 

“others have been killed for far less”

They’ve yet to suicide me, so I feel special. I know why, theoretically, I just dislike thinking about it.

I wrote it here, once. I can talk about it a smidge if anyone gives a Minerval hoot.

Victory lap

Don’t you find it strange the Twentieth Century was so technologically advanced?

Imagine my shock. Three months prior, almost exactly.

Sauce: https://disenchantedscholar.wordpress.com/2018/06/18/mme/

I am shooketh, folks. Q r real.

https://disenchantedscholar.wordpress.com/2018/08/06/should-we-trust-q/

May I direct you to:
https://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/vida_alien/alien_contact.htm
including many things
https://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/exopolitica/esp_exopolitics_Q_0.htm

Yes, indeed, many. A. Thing.

Update: Logical correction: What calls itself ET is a question of existence and labelling, which is separate entirely from the question of the reliability of their testimony so stop bashing us with that Bible Churchians, your faith is too easy to shake.

To save the atheists time

Fridge horror: all experiments die.

It isn’t nice being in the petri.

2018

Approaching two-thirds through the year (ratios are important), it’s amazing how far we’ve come as a culture, isn’t it?

I think next year will be better, I’ve got a good feeling for the first time in …ever.

And I forecast one-third of the year in advance, more or less. There are reasons, lunar cycles and such. It just seems to work. Doesn’t it feel like that change in the air is finally turning positive? For years it felt oppressive, like a thick foggy cloaking of lies, slowly smothering us if we dared open our eyes. Now it feels like the air is clearing after an air raid, like there’s some freshness. It’s hardly seaside levels of clarity but… it’s getting there.

I can’t help but feel it’s the start of something very, very good.

Global. 2019-2021.

This is a turn-up for the books, I can tell you. I used to think no one cared, everything was lost and that ravenous entropy of evil was going to turn this world into Evil Clown World. It’s amazing to see all the things I cared about and worked on for so long popping up as relevant. Things that didn’t make sense before click into place and it isn’t just weirdos like us anymore. The perfect is the enemy of the good.

Monday

Pictured: Depp seemed fine when I saw him.

Oddly fine.

Perfect fingering.

No “apparent suicide” here, he was smiling like 40% of the time, which is a lot for him.

I call this one the Heyyyyyy….

low-cut tops are worth the shots, folks.

Yes, I am a hypocrite when rock is involved.

You don’t say no to Alice Cooper.

People have no sense of humour any more

I think it must be an age thing. A bubble used as a control group.

Actually, isn’t Ivory Tower a white supremacist meme? It sounds like one of those things the SJWs will pick up on in coming years. Towers are also symbols of privilege or some shit. Echo chamber was quite a funny way to re-purpose stories about torture chambers (so built so you could hear the echo of the victim’s screams). If I had to put up with purely “normal” sources, I’d scream too.

These simpletons take everything a person writes completely seriously (I’ve seen the traffic) and don’t get the sarcasm inherent to slang. Pre-internet twats, for the most part, upset they aren’t “cool” like that’s a thing instead of a 50’s marketing gimmick to sell Elvis’ fat face on his target victim’s knickers. We don’t fall for that shit. Humourless jobsworths for the rest. The kind of losers to spread memes on Facebook nine months after circulation, then misinterpret them, of all the indignant pozz.

Memes are an art, rarely understood.

I don’t believe any thing I post, really, this is a shit blog and always has been. I’m amazed there’s any traffic.

I would prefer to think of it as entertaining shit. Singing and dancing crap.

I said on the About this is craptacular and you still have your own mind. Satirists must exist to keep everyone sane. Imagine if they pulled a Cromwell and banned all comedy. Then you’d see rivers of blood. People need a sense of humour. I wonder how people can live so long without one.

Why bother hating a child of God, then again. That’s as much as I’ll say on that.

You aren’t supposed to believe everything you read, that’s the entire object lesson here. The fable is to trust your own ability to check on things. If you can’t be arsed, why should I spoon feed you? You don’t want to know, it’s like quoting the bible to an atheist. I don’t think you understand how painful it is to hold back things people are unwilling to hear, knowing them to be true. Knowing! No wonder God hides from us, if any true sentience is such a burden. These blogs and forums and videos and interviews aren’t about that. I have a gratingly pedantic style. It’s my inner auteur, cannot be helped. -shrug- I’m the type of foppish person seized by an idea, who obsesses and researches and boils it down to essentials, whatever is worthwhile. I suppose I fall in love with certain, silly things. Don’t we all? Don’t our passions kill us? Well, this is a moral quandary. I came to the public conclusion a number of years ago ’tis better to be wrong and give something valuable to the world than be right and offer up nothing. We all wish we could do more for the “normies” to have a shot at real happiness yet find circumstances are quite a snare. The current system won’t let us do the right thing, by any one, it defers to the easy thing. Always, like a brattish aristocrat. Time will loosen those oppressions but I’m a lover, not a fighter. I couldn’t fight for toffees, too skinny. I was once taught a very useful lesson in perspective – everyone has one. On the other hand, you can choose to change your own by spotting others. We are never blind as we are led to believe. They ignore this blog to ignore that message, embedded in everything I bloody do. We disempower ourselves when we stop looking, really looking. What a brilliant blue ball in the sky under a fiery lamp, how dare we ignore it for some Plutonic cave that echoes the word ‘cuck’ nevermore? Who are we? I believe it hurts us deeply. I know sincerity is considered hideous online but you can see why this time, surely. As the media crumbles, the first group they lied about seeks to benefit and can serve to pull up the rest. There is a quiet excitement in a place of great air. You can merge perspectives from such a vantage point, pooling the audience for an accurate composition that really captures something. I hope you can spot the change in my usual tone. I don’t even bother to check most things nowadays, it’s the same sewerage pipe. There are higher and deeper truths than any thing you read online or in the papers. People lie, as House said. Just passively taking in things is still a bad thing, irrespective of the estimated quality. You can’t trust a single source if it’s contaminated past the horizon. There’s a whole world out there, Horatio. Ah, maybe I give too much away there. Drat.

Still, there are plenty of people who Care and they, the small dim lights, can be found in the darkest of places. Prepare to be surprised as the years sweep forward. Mixed motivations past a certain level are common. It is to be expected that some fall off the knife edge of shallow pressures onto the moral path… albeit later than would be desirable, all things considered. There is much lost time in this world and while we cannot get it back, we can choose to do what’s right with the remainder given us.

Mean while, people like us, and there is a number greater than one of us, sit around minding our own. Rarely chanced upon by fucking normies. We’re used to looking scary, every day is Halloween. If it keeps them away, good riddance. They don’t get it, they don’t want to get it, don’t give it.

It’s like they consider the internet a new invention when they showed up with their idiot phones and they don’t know how people are supposed to interact. Many of the “worst” parts of the internet are actually the most polite. They have a low tolerance for bullshit that makes them thoroughly pleasant once you understand signal to noise ratios and the generic etiquette.

I don’t know why they think this is a human level thing. The illusion of control perchance? From all I can tell, it’s a force of nature. It goes beyond “ideas are bulletproof” and into fundamental questions of human nature.

That, I find interesting to explore. I am not misunderstood, other people are confusing. They don’t comprehend themselves, let alone little old me. It’s like a magician, you can’t show them everything at once or they’ll irrationally hate your guts for it. Messengers are in danger of getting shot or worse, branded.

If science could get to that soul-level stuff, that would be great.
We are not dead inside, the guardian angel hasn’t mutated into an orc-like demon.

Mean while, I’ll be dancing around in a toga enjoying the decline, Roman-style.
Pax.

Hey guys, maybe we should consider….

I think I might give up this year and let them all burn fully. That or a hiatus.

When I warned last year I wasn’t playing. It’s feeling time again.

Dealing with the new morons is stressful. I think maybe let them sink?

My family situation is changed, I moved for starters and work more hours than before. I don’t know if it’s possible to dedicate time to blogging for much longer.