Styx on Sunday

Styxhexenhammer666 joined us today on Luke Ford.

Active Monad meets Inactive Old Dad

I had a chat with the Swede Active Monad and Kaiter Enless of The Logos Club.

Subjects include language, trolls and feds, cats and stalkers.

Betrayal, the Blackpill and Bad Faith

James Lafond:

What is the Alt-Right? 

It is a misnomer and its members are having an identity crisis right now. I’m not one of these men, but count many friends among them. 

The dissident right has been offered as an umbrella term for the masculine and morally disaffected minds among us. 

However, making sense as it does, now this view has taken people who were previously cast as alternatives to something that did not exist [the phantom American Right] and placing them in the mental box of the disengaging, disgruntled negative aspect of modernity. 

The image of the average alt righter is of someone damaged and embittered; an image drawn by many claiming sympathy with their predicament.

And when a society systematically and openly marginalizes a demographic--white males here--among those speaking out against it will be a number of the marginalized  That they are marginalized by a sick society, a marginal society by historical standards, lends them no credence in the eyes of the politically unsophisticated normies.

 As if by design, the same outrage produced by our deliberate marginalization is fed back into the narrate-o-matic to be used as pretext for our further marginalization.

But the bitterness remains in many of the men I have recently spoken to: Dennis Dale, Adam Smith and Mescaline Franklin—even Luther the outlaw biker—have all expressed a feeling of anger at the overarching slave matrix we exist in. I’ve been trying to fathom this and it finally came to me in a conversation with a fifth man who shall remain unnamed, even by alias. 

What is it that makes that red pill taste so bitter that it is coming to be known as the black pill? 

It’s the secret to your enemy masters’ success:  the marginal loser disaffected by the normal course of history. Despite the fact there is nothing normal about our current course of cultural self-destruction, for which history has no  betrayed in the optic category of Loser. America hates a loser, even in a rigged game, despite our vaunted, and still somewhat operative, notions of fair play.

We tend to only think of betrayal in terms of the mechanics of disloyalty and deception, an act that puts the moral weight of disapproval on the betrayer.
But who really suffers from the betrayal?
If the person is a psychopath, they don’t suffer from the stigma of disappointing you when they betray you.

Divorced from obligation to co-ethnics, our Wasp/Jewish elite views us the way a sociopath views other people.

But you have not been betrayed by an individual. 

You have been betrayed by a system, an internal management system with tendrils in every nation, which has replaced the nation you thought served you so that you could serve the cause of infinite human erasure and dwindle into oblivion as nations, races, congregations, families and souls are all extinguished in their turn.

 Politically, the more warranted anger the more problematic it is for the angry. Anger must be sublimated into effective action and expressed with discretion.

 Despite all this the affective fury of the multicultural left is studiously ignored by their allies in power. The enemies of normality and order--blacks, transsexuals, feminists--are mass-intoxicated on  outrage.

 The system has developed to cultivate that fury for the advantage of factions based on identity. But their rage, combined with their ugly totalitarian aesthetic, continues to discredit them beneath the veneer of righteousness. 

Anger is the best thing you can instill in an enemy, particularly in a weak enemy.

The exploitation of anger is systematized in our perverse democracy. The anger of your political enemies should be provoked and exposed with calm and humor. The right dominates meme warfare in this fashion.

The bitterness of betrayal is the System’s gambit which will entice you to such indignity that you might cast aside your mask, stand up like the odd nail, and invite the Hammer’s stroke.
Anger has its place, when you are surprised by enemy hands in the dark, when you must strike or die. But in all combat rituals anger serves the psychological bleeder—because that is what the angry person is doing—poorly if at all and most combat arts training is focused on taking anger and fear and sublimating them into fuel to power your engine of survival.

Betrayal is puppet master psychological warfare against the spiritual resistance. Betrayal is an eliciting of the impulse to cast aside the mask that all slaves must wear.

The Policeman is Not Your Friend and that the government has created a criminal class specifically to threaten you, and that against those kind of odds you can’t afford to act out of anger. If anger is your operating principal, you will not succeed in anything.

Incels at the Gates of Sexual Utopia

Youth, beauty, strength: the criteria for physical love are exactly the same as those of Nazism. In short, I was in the shit
.—Michel Houellebecq, The Possibility of an Island

Sexual innocence has gone to market.

In the absence of moral restraint. sexual competition becomes a laissez faire market, with similar disparities in success. But while a few people getting rich will still benefit their economy generally, it's hard to see how fewer people getting laid--and married--can benefit the reproductive economy of a nation.

Despite the tendency of the sixties generation to congratulate itself (or any generation, for that matter), sexual liberation owes far more to technology than to political action. Women first had to be liberated from toil. Only then could sexual equality become an issue. And corporate America was eager to liberate them from that toil, selling them labor-relieving products as consumers and hiring them as employees--to lower the cost of their labor.

 In one sense feminism can be seen as the rationalization of industry's capturing of female labor from the home.

 Or at least the rationalization of that process, driven by that constant of any economy that still brings us slavery and child-labor, the need for ever-cheaper labor.

It is to the modern free market, and its ruthless efficiency in wringing productivity out of labor, that women "owe" their sexual freedom.

The more liberal the less egalitarian the market. From here on the unfettered market of sex will proceed with the same inexorable logic, producing a surplus of the sexually stranded. The Marxian alienation of the factory worker is nothing compared to this.

Unmodified sexual competition is a return to nature, transplanting the primitive world into the midst of modernity; a return which will likely disabuse us of yet another cherished myth, that of the primitive idyll. It is every man (and woman) for himself. The regulation of sexual behavior through monogamy and chastity were civilizational advances we haven't bothered to replace, but are merely leaving behind.

Sexual shame has been routed, electronic entertainment reaches ever higher degrees of technological sophistication, and the ensuing profusion of sexual imagery and titillation is already desensitizing us. Ever more stimulation is required; already we show signs of exhaustion. It may all end in a sexually spent society.

At this rate sexual liberation may eventually destroy sex.

In the meantime, we'll have to deal with its surplus army of sexual desperados.

Reality, Sanity and Survival

Wikipedia:

In the field of psychology, cognitive dissonance is the mental discomfort (psychological stress) experienced by a person who simultaneously holds two or more contradictory beliefs, ideas, or values. The occurrence of cognitive dissonance is a consequence of a person performing an action that contradicts personal beliefs, ideals, and values; and also occurs when confronted with new information that contradicts said beliefs, ideals, and values.

Cognitive dissonance produces psychological stress when and to the extent we're compelled to hold conflicting beliefs. The most common example is objectivity competing with faith. This stress has to be relieved. It's either reconcile or denial. And we practice a lot of both in the Current Year, rationalizing on one hand and looking the other way on the other.

Living in any culture will require some level of cognitive dissonance.

Religious mythology is the most obvious example of compelled belief conflicting with objective reality. Our post-Enlightenment secular-religious order up to the recent past imposed a relatively light load, with Christianity's revealed, non-falsifiable nature and stress on broad moral principle.
Believing in the Resurrection can be cast as the highest delusion, but it intrudes on nothing in the material present. Believing race doesn't exist, sex is fluid and women differ not at all from men are, let's just say, consequential.

Even a purely rational social order would impose dissonance on individual experience, experience being subjective. But in our present state the more objective the individual's perspective the greater the dissonance.

Political correctness requires commensurate levels of cognitive dissonance, imposed by shame, intimidation, impoverishment In European countries with hate speech laws it can be said to be imposed via the barrel of a gun.

But it isn't the dissonance, it's the lie from which it emanates, crackpot-theory rationalizing our deliberate displacement, condemning our past and precluding our future as plain white Americans. This is not about cognitive dissonance. Merely enduring a lie is one thing. When that lie is the means of your destruction...words fail. How did we allow this?

Resistance becomes a duty, then, to at least Do No Harm, and signal no false virtue. The sixties concept of "selling out"--whatever its validity then--has never been more useful than now. There is no sellout greater than selling out your ancestors and grandchildren at the same time. Working for Dow Chemical in the sixties is nothing as compared to working for present-day Disney.

Current Year cognitive dissonance is the sound of our gallows being built.

On the basis of no authority I suggest the only real relief from cognitive dissonance is abandoning the false belief for the true, and I don't think I need any authority to suggest it's at least the best, from an individual therapeutic standpoint. The recovery of a white political identity in the US becomes one and the same with the recovery of the individual white's mental health--with relief from the imposed psychosis that is political correctness.

In resistance, in transgressing an obvious injustice, the individual white reclaims at once some his own and some of his groups' psychological health. This is, dare I say it, spiritual.

Sunday with Luke Ford

Muttering

She watched soap operas compulsively, writing lists unintelligible; we never bothered to know. I reprise her, spinning notes to nowhere--writing them out and throwing them out over and over, just as she did.

On commercial breaks she would rise, sometimes quickly, and walk out of the room to mutter about the drama just suspended. I do something like that, wandering from room to room, occasionally muttering. After our mother died I heard her mention "mom" in such an occasion. She was born mildly retarded.

When she was very little a gust of wind lifted her off the ground, she was that slight, with her dress like a sail; the memory was a source of delight, retold with the same innocent enthusiasm with which she regarded a cat or a baby, the sort of enthusiasm of which only a child in her innocence is capable. Similarly deprived of guile, she retains that same childish enthusiasm, expressed just as it was when she too was a child.

She wasn't goofy; the impression I've had, biased but based, is that she was highly intelligent, but for the deprivation of oxygen in the womb or, we children did debate, a violent blow in a domestic row. She's still there in those small rooms, in the crater left by the blast, from which the rest of us scattered or succumbed.

Lifted her off the ground that gust of wind did.