Sponge’s Nightmare

Welcome to Sponge’s Nightmare, a bubbling meandering cauldron of misapplied effort and hipster poetry read to you through the trebled-feedback of  a close-contact mic by an over-weight, moled, part-time-courier-part-time-bartender bearded millennial with metered earlobes, a brim-flipped-80′s bicyclist hat, woman’s jeans and a tattoo of a chicken and pig on either foot, because it was good luck for sailors, and yes he somehow probably gets laid more than you – but never mind that when you are sitting in a place with ripped couches older than the edged and depressed but happy go lucky staff, burnt-out candles plugged into wine glasses, carefully chalked menus, weird-ass Turkic carpets dragged back from Kazahkstan by some weird-ass Norcal hella-douche who’s rich parents paved and plugged his travel schedule so he could make vague references, in liberal fashion, to faraway places and up his pussy percentage and admissions to an overpriced brain-washing colony before he could runoff to be hand-placed into pretend i-banking 10 years after its prime. Gaze through the smoke still lingering from lost freedom and see our brown haired chubby host – the black haired one with the gap in his teeth works across the street at the pizza place, the other branch of which was shutdown for tax fraud and employing Brazilians illegally – you know the ones who rape fourteen year old white girls at roady/loady house-parties in the tier three ‘burbs – not mention their being the same muchachos who spell my four-letter name wrong on the fucking pizza box. With a grin all the more pathetic because this is fun, he’s rolling his fat hips and slowly pointing in the air – don’t break his chi by talking to him about OWS – no not the hedge fund bidding on billions in bust government sponsored resi loans but “the movement” – ’cause all you’ll hear are vague references to evil corporations and partially recalled quotations by Noam Chomsky, which stick to this sticky linoleum floor better than to the tap-water-fed brains of the city. If you sat at the bar, the stools are ripped and the dated home-printed menu has food crusted on it, but at least you aren’t stuck in at an apartment party hosted by a fat asian girl, and your now domesticated friend who thinks he’s succeeded – their two cats twitching their tails at the frowns of his african art on the wall. Not for those given up for dead – The Nightmare is the place of those with sponge-like insatiability lost in the urban madness, who refuse despite all evidence to believe there is a tomorrow that will hangover a brain piecing together the gaps – no it is not a stroll under the lime trees in a fascist jacket to Alexander square to attend some exotic techo club in an office tower with a Scottish chick whose pierced titty you suck in an alley on the way home at 4 in the morning, but its all you got whether you are 93 feet east, in all asia or talking to the lord hobo himself. You can take your triple-hopped quad doppelbock artisan beer and stroll outside to the sand pit where modern metal art stands rusted out, and pass the bar positioned in a hollowed out vw van, and plop yourself in make-shift seating to listen to the blazard-blowhard couple twang seemingly ripped tunes on an acoustic guitar in front of a fire pit – and they’re actually pretty good – playing music that is all the better given the fact that it you don’t recognize it –  it has no happy woman singing, no whiney ass-clown moaning and best of all you can’t understand the words. A nightmare has mornings, and if you were there on a rained-out emerald city morning before the Chilly-Chally-Bra-Cali’s migrated north like the spickarros of Mexicano, you might have a had a rooibos red velvet Chai latte thicker than a milkshake, as you watched those other lost playing d&d and reading samisdat zines, Banned Books or pulling a beard smoking rolled cigarettes on a balcony, as the rain came tumbling down.


Shades of Black

It was the blackest of times; it was the blackest of times, it was the age of power, it was the age of powerlessness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the resurrection of the light, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of change, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going to be better off, and we were all going to be worse off.

In 2008 Fontel’s family had been ecstatic that The One had been elected president of the United States. A friend’s friend was even seen on TV crying in ecstasy about how she would no longer have to worry about paying her mortgage. Back in the living room, the family danced and frantically waved their arms, like the Ambezi tribesmen of the Serengeti. The old black times would give way to new Black times, a new shade of Black that would define America and pull Blackness out of historical darkness.

Yet then those times turned back to black. Or at least that’s how Fontel looked at it. By the second term of the anointed one Fontel had lost more than he’d won. Hope and Change was birthed in depression and despair, promising a new light, but after four years, there was nothing left but vague references to moving “Forward,” “Dreaming,” and “Progressing.” Fontel had been on unemployment longer than he could remember. Some of his friends had found their way on the doles of disability, despite the fact that they also manned the dominating team at the local park basketball courts and were always first in line days in advance at the Nike store.

In happier times he had worked in construction, building homes. Not so bad for not going to college. But with economic collapse had come job loss, and with job loss, the loss of economic security, with the loss of economic security, social positioning. And this led to that one real loss that really mattered. He had lost his woman, after so many great times. And he would think back.

Ah, it was 2009. To him Kaleila was the ideal Black girl. Black, when she put the polyester in her hair the way the East-side girls used, or when she wore conflicting bright colors; Black, and how he grinded her as the club closed and he thought well as well her as another and then she asked him with an over-emphasized hand gesture to ask again; Black, and then he asked her would she Black to be Black and come back to his crib and he put his arms around her and drew them down her so he could feel her high hips Black and his body was going like mad and Black he thought Black we will be Black – a new Black out of the past’s darkness in this era of the greatest president ever elected. This savvy girl, this smart girl, this Black girl he knew – she could one day be a mother and a companion, as if she really had stored in her blood thousands of years of culture stemming from the domestication of plants and animals and subsequent urban societies. Perfect manure for his seed. She was not the gold digger over whom the bard Kanye West had sung. In happier times, as The One was running for election and shortly thereafter, he and Kaleila shared in the spirit of the age. But it was fleeting.

She was a Black girl. She was favored by Pell grants and institutions that wanted her so they could maintain a politically friendly status with oppressive authorities who demanded their own ideal of a multicultural student body. As the economy imploded Fontel and Kaleila were torn apart. He was sent to the unemployment and food stamp lines while she went back school on other people’s dime. There she dwelt in the victimological ideas of socialists and pseudo-intellectuals. She quickly lost the need for him when there were blazer-wearing statists with the wild schemes for how the government could do their bidding and enrich them personally.

As Fontel saw it, she was smart and they could have had a family, and rise above the urban decay blighting American cities ever more. More importantly, they could have risen above the Black mental prison of perceiving perpetual victimhood and hatred behind every failure or misunderstanding. He wanted to rise above, but she wanted to get hers – never mind right and wrong. And she did. She wasn’t smart enough to really succeed in school. But she was savvy enough to network and seek out the best way to butter her bread – ethical or not.

After school, she worked at an 8(a) company, a women and minority owned enterprise. It was an angry socialist professor she had in college who had taught her about these things in school. She had said they were there to assist disadvantaged business, and a lot of people thought that was true, but Kaleila knew that was really just code-word for “protect from competition,” or “be a favorite.” She had read enough between the lines about what was going on in political correctness. According to arbitrary criteria like skin color, certain people could start certain business, and these businesses could be shielded from competition and given privileged status to seek contracts from government agencies. Indeed, the standard method was for the 8(a) company to be a middleman. A real business would come and do business with the government, and all the 8(a) would do was collect 51% of what the real company earned. It beautiful and satisfying to her as “social justice.” She would watch the laboring business men sacrificing even their health to grow the business; she’d watch younger white business men – the up-and-comers in the firm, whose parents had to pay for their college tuition – guys who at 30 were still only earning a salary that allowed them to get up the next day and repeat the process – certainly not enough to save, marry, and have white babies. She thought of these people as her little peasants the way a French bureaucrat might look down on people who actually pay their taxes. The life force of these people, indeed their very ability to reproduce themselves, went to her. She was an African queen – and earning 51% of the labors of these worker bees. So, she had her Bentley, gaudy jewelry, and always the newest iphone.

Decades ago her uncle had gotten into medical school because of affirmative action. Still, he used to complain about how tough it was – despite all the studying and all the special tutoring and exemptions the school offered him he barely scraped by. He graduated near the bottom of his class and was ashamed that as much as he tried he couldn’t hack the competition. Eventually, he realized that he just wasn’t good enough to be there and he thought about the people who had been rejected because their skin color – he having been accepted for his. He knew something was wrong. “But, fuck’em,” he used to say, “Ahm the docta nah.” The man had had a reasonably lucrative career, despite a few questionable malpractice circumstances, but eventually it was uncovered that for nearly a quarter of a century he had been secretly filming and taking pictures of his female patients. His whole operation was quietly shut down.

Nothing like this would befall her. She had no stress from having had to actually compete. There was nothing she could do wrong. All she had to do was be the middleman.

For Fontel it was otherwise. He wasn’t the recipient of higher-order bureaucratic favoritism. Ya, he collected his unemployment check, played clickity-clack, assaulted random people in knockout games and did his best to arbitrage new Nikes, but their was no righteous hand guiding him to a spot in the ivory tower where he got to pretend he was an equal of the hard working people around him. Time is money, and as the state debased money – stealing its purchasing power – it also stole his time – years of stagnation, meaninglessness, and the loss of agency in his life.

It was all a big scam. It didn’t matter that the president was Black or that people high in the government or that people preferentially accepted to top business schools were Black. It didn’t even matter that he got a free phone. The government intervention-inspired boom had lured him into a job that was not in the least fundamentally economically viable, and then this new flavor of central planning under Him made sure that he was shut out of a good job forever and permanently denied opportunity to realize his full potential. Sitting on unemployment and drinking with his friends, those weeks turned to months and those to years. He had developed no meaningful skills to serve his fellow man, and those few he did have were certainly valued less per hour than the massive minimum wage increases heralded by the Leader and his minions.

How starkly the fates of Fontel and Kaleila diverged. As with all the colors of the rainbow gang, black has only two shades. There are those individuals who really do benefit from the of the leviathan state, and there are those don’t.


Top Hat Theory

It happens all the time. Maybe you are sitting in your apartment nursing a hangover. You’re taking fluids, maybe loading up some videogame or a Netflix show. And then it happens. Some fucking prick riding his loud motor cycle guns it down your street. Or maybe it’s some douche bag in his 0% down car all fixed up so that the thing is actually louder and more obnoxious than it otherwise would have been. And then you ask yourself, how the fuck does this happen? What is it that leads some mentally deficient person to spend money they don’t have on something like an intentionally loud vehicle that just pisses everyone off? How do these people exist? Why?

The answer is expressed in “Top Hat Theory.”

Top Hat Theory teaches us that male behaviors and their trends are directly attributable to the perception that adopting a behavior will help one get laid. So we re-ask the question, why does some douche ride a loud motor cycle? The answer is, “because some chick chose to fuck a guy a like that once and other women continue to do so, ergo he has chosen this style of behavior in the hopes that it will increase the probability of coitus.” Why women choose to reward this type of behavior or at least not explicitly punish it doesn’t concern us in Top Hat Theory. Instead we are more interested in the results of their choices.

Let’s run through an example. A guy gets laid. And the cause of him getting laid is associated with some type of behavior. Maybe he’s wearing aviator sunglasses. Other guys realize that guy got laid, and they also deduce that his getting laid was associated with his wearing aviator sunglasses, because the little chicky thought they were “oh my god so cool can I try them on?!” So, the guy that didn’t get laid goes and buys some aviator sunglasses to improve his odds. And the process repeats. The next thing you know every douche on the boardwalk is wearing aviator sunglasses…until some guy decides to experiment with 80’s sunglasses. Maybe his experiment ends after a period of involuntary celibacy. Or perhaps, maybe even by pure chance, he gets laid. Others identify the connection with 80’s sunglasses. And BOOM! We experience Schumpeterian Creative Destruction. Now 80’s sunglasses start flying off the shelves as aviators disappear and early adopters of the new 80’s sunglasses douche-play reap all the benefits, until the last halfwit gets duped into paying a huge price for 80’s shades that no longer score social points, because it is too common.

Top Hat Theory is similar to Chaos Theory in the sense that one little seemingly random event occurs, and it snowballs into something much bigger the end result of which could be quite different than what started it. In Chaos Theory the example of the butterfly is often given. A butterfly in the Sahara Desert flaps its wing. The chain of air molecules bumping into each other causes subsequent perturbations – they bump into the next molecule and the next molecule bumps into the next one etc, throwing everything out of its previous trajectory possibly causing the marginal change in the direction of a breeze which then goes on to cause the creation of a storm, which then goes on to become a hurricane, which then floods New Orleans, which then leads to a humanitarian disaster, which then leads to a  growth in government, which then leads to tyranny, which then leads to global government which then leads to the enslavement of virtually the entire human population by a global elite etc. Through cause and effect and the marginal impact of some occurrence a series of events happened. Styles don’t just change. They evolve. One decision to wear an earring in the 60’s snowballs through various innovations into the hipster culture of today – with all perturbations scaled to their association with getting laid.

Now it must be stressed that the trend need not cause getting laid. Rather the stylistic trend need only be associated with carnal success – though it is necessary that it be interpreted by others as the cause of success such that someone somewhere goes on to adopt the behavior.

For example, these guys riding the loud motor cycles might be getting laid because of other characteristics they have. One guy is tall, another one is rich etc but they both ride loud bikes because they enjoy being a pest to other people. But because they get laid some man somewhere identifies the cause as their having loud motor cycles (as opposed to being separately tall, rich or whatever) and this observer goes on to mimic the motor cycle behavior with the intent that he too will get laid because of the association he has observed. So, we can see that odd behaviors can emerge from randomness but persist because they are not explicitly unrewarded. If all women collectively somehow agreed to not sleep with douche bags on loud motor cycles (even if they are tall or rich etc) there would be nobody on loud motor cycles.

Behaviors exist because the adoption of them does not lead to not getting laid. If a behavior led to explicitly not getting laid, it would disappear. For example, being an intelligent, forward thinking, non-douche young man will guarantee that you do not get laid. Ergo, that behavior disappears and virtually all young men become douche bags. Adopting some form of douchery is what is sexually rewarded, so they must do it – however much they protest against it and hate themselves. The value of getting laid is just too important.

Let us summarize the classes of behavior in the context of examples that have appeared in this essay:

Aviator sunglasses – a behavior appears to be causal and actually is causal to getting laid. The behavior spreads rapidly and declines quickly as competing males adopt it and it loses value as a result. The style evolves quickly as competing males experiment with derivatives of the original successful behavior.

Loud motor cycle – a behavior is presumed to be causal to getting laid, but is not actually causal to that outcome. The behavior persists and remains for a much longer period. There is no stylistic innovation, because adopters of the behavior cannot delineate what features lead to success and what features does not. Their success and failures are actually the result of some other variable.

Intelligent non-douche bag – the behavior is explicitly punished in that the adopter of this behavior will never get laid. The behavior is abandoned or the adopter endures involuntary celibacy.

Top Hat Theory is the concept that the causal or non-causal association of a behavior with sexual success will lead to its proliferation. Indeed the very name of Top Hat Theory also highlights the understanding that this behavior can be utterly ridiculous and even have no causal relation to getting laid. If men believed that wearing a top hat was supportive of their getting laid, we could bring back the top hat. We could pay some women to publicly direct their attention to men with top hats for a period of time. Other men would see multiple instances of the association between top hats and women and become conditioned to the connection. Soon these men would don top hats for obvious intentions. As long as they remained faithful to the potential potency of the top hat, it would persist.


Food Stamps

As the United States continues its decline, individuals need new information to address new issues. This post will try to fill an informational void facing many young urban professionals, who, in the process of attempting to save the hundreds of thousands of dollars needed for a down payment on the typical over-priced single family home in a metropolitan suburb, have uncovered that they are falling immensely short and need to continue slashing their budget to save more in an inflationary, negative real interest rate environment. A common saving strategy for many coupled but childless urban professionals is to cook at home. This is done most effectively by cutting coupons, looking for deals, and maintaining rewards card status with the grocery store. After working a 50 to 60 hour week all errands must be done in the “free time,” that is the weekend, and added work is required that these errands are not too costly. While the journey to the grocery store and dealing with the colorful, courteous and competent people who work there is one joy, a more motivational experience is presented on the occasional happenstance that the couple gets to see an EBT card user in action – generally buying lobster, high quality fillet, an assortment of treats for multiple children, or other things generally out of the consideration for our working, taxpaying, and thus procreation-postponing professionals. Can there be a meeting of economic incentives?

With roughly 48 million Americans on food stamps and 101 million Americans participating in at least 1 of the 15 food programs offered by the US Department of Agriculture, circa mid 2013, it has become clear that working, saving, cost-cutting and postponing consumption is an unpopular strategy. It is unpopular, because it is losing, and arguably has little chance of success even when properly employed. The people who engage in this are literally failing to replace themselves biologically and thus the country has been inherited by the metaphorical profligate grasshopper to the expense of the frugal and efficient ant.

Food stamps are now known as the Supplemental Nutritional Assistance Program (SNAP), and administered by the Department of Agriculture in the form of Electronic Benefits Transfer (EBT) Cards. To qualify for food stamps you have to demonstrate, as arbitrarily defined by the US Census Bureau, a sufficiently low income as an individual or couple. Unlawful possession or use of food stamp benefits in an amount of $100 or more is a felony while less than $100 is a misdemeanor. Attempting to “sell” (ie. transfer the benefits of) food stamps can result in penalties and fines, including being ineligible for the program for seven years.

Legalities aside, one possible strategy that presents itself already is to not be legally married, have the low income (say working part time) child-rearing partner qualify for food stamps while the “dead beat” partner provides a real income. Because food stamp benefits can range to as much as $1,500 a month, roughly $28,500 a year as pre-tax income, some might argue that this is easily a wise move. However, for most people the tax savings to being married in the eyes of Leviathan are positive. Thus, pre-tax food stamp benefit would need to be discounted by the cost of extra taxes due to not getting the married-couple tax deduction as well as income foregone by having one partner not really work and future income foregone for their not developing a career. Though there are variations on this approach and situations where it could conceivably be profitable, it is unlikely the “partner-assisted welfare beneficiary tactic” will generally work.

The welfare state often steals something valuable from one man, only to give something less valuable to another man. In our case, the working couple is robbed of the much valued fruits of their labor (via taxation), and a less valuable product is provided to the foods stamp recipient – we know it is less valuable in this case because she is willing to sell the food stamps at a discount for cash. But due to the fungibility of cash, and the couple’s need to save, this creates a trading opportunity between the taxpayers and the tax-recipients. In order to understand the economic rationale for transactions in the food stamp secondary market we have to know the underlying numbers and specifics.

As a result of EBT card implementation the physical market for food stamps has disappeared. You can’t simply buy food stamps off of someone and then go use them. It is now necessary that the card holder does the actual shopping. According to blackvoicenews.com, here is how the common but illegal food stamp transaction works: “People sell food stamp funds in front of stores, and offer to go into the store and buy groceries for [or with the direction of] an incoming customer. Once purchased, the Electronic Benefits Transaction (EBT) beneficiaries sell the groceries to the customer for cash.” Obviously, there is no reason for the tax-payer to engage in this transaction, unless they get some kind of benefit. Why do something illegal if you are paying the same amount for groceries anyway? Thus a discount is in order such that the savings accrued are offset by the probability-weighted loss involved with state aggression. For example, the EBT card holder will buy the couple $200 of groceries, as long as the couple gives her $100 cash. If the couple does this, they would save $100. But if they got caught, they would have to deal with all sorts of immeasurable legal crap.

Our research team has been able to compile a large set of food stamp trade data. The transaction sample ranges from 2009 to 2013 and captures both rural and urban areas. From this we can understand that the secondary market price of food stamps is about 50% on the dollar with no discernible variation over time or geography. Transactions range from a low of 46% to a high of 60%. Asking prices range to as high as 75% and the typical bid-ask spread almost 9%.

If a couple normally spends $500 a month on groceries they can save $250, assuming the observed 50% on the dollar food stamp secondary market regulatory arbitrage. This adds up to $3,000 a year. On a pre-tax basis, this is the equivalent of earning an extra $4,500 to $5,000 a year. And for the progressive mind – know that the tax recipient makes the same amount in cash through the transaction, as well. Though mutually beneficial, and engaged in under free-will, this is illegal.

One argument for why food stamps should be non-transferrable is that the dead beat will use the excess cash for drugs. Yet by giving them free food, they do not have to pay for food, which frees up money to go elsewhere and thus they already have…. you guessed it….more money for drugs etc. But more importantly, it is a poor assumption that they will only spend the money on vices. It is entirely conceivable that the tax-recipient would do something constructive with it. While it is, of course, unethical to steal from the couple to give to the tax-parasite in the first place, the situation could be made somewhat better by allowing the food stamp holder to engage in free market operations. The government really just wants to give cash to the destitute so they can “stimulate spending,” so why not just let the market put cash in the pocket of the EBT holder?

 In this sense SNAP will amount to a small business program perhaps called “Socialist-National Arbeits Program” or SNAP for short. It will encourage the interactions of groups in society that might otherwise not meet – thereby supporting the central planners’ desire for integration, mixing and homogenization. Food stamp recipients will start out as small proprietorships selling their government-given wares and eventually blossom into whole-sale trading desks that can be manipulated by regulation or the Fed for further central planning purposes. Unemployment will fall as businesses provide secondary market analytics, brokerage and other supporting services to the food stamp market. Universities will prepare America’s children for careers in the booming industry. And America’s retirees could enjoy the safety of food stamp discount backed securities.

And, finally being allowed some savings, the urban professionals will feel like more than just the tax slaves they otherwise are, while the tax-sponges will have the freedom of more highly valued fungible cash as opposed to the limitations of rigid and less desired food credits.



Host: Well, how great it is today to be joined by Dr. Javier Jimenez, of the Historical Revision Institute. Javier, of course, is well known in post-structuralism and revisionist circles. He holds several adjunct faculty positions at Ivy League and liberal arts schools. He’s authored many books including World War II: It’s as Simple as Good vs Evil, The Civil War: It’s as Simple as Righteous vs Racist, and Latin America is Only Poorly Performing Because of Stuff that Happened 500 Years Ago Not Because of the Societal Milieu. Javier, naturally we have a number of questions about your various works, but first can you tell us more about what sort of brand of historical revisionism you work with?

Javier: Certainly. The school of historical interpretation I work with is about shedding light on the injustices created by the writing of history at a given point in time by the people who were dominant at the time. What we find as historians is that contemporaries invariably skew history in such a way as to promote their own interests and reasoning for events and decisions, usually while selectively leaving out some information. Revisionist history goes back and re-interprets history and uses triangulation from multiple sources to bring dormant viewpoints to the table.

Host: That makes sense. So, this is never contemporary, you are always working with events that are dated. Can you give us an example, perhaps from one of your books, that serves to tell us about how a historical event evolves in the context of new evidence and interpretation? Because, this sounds like it could be a two-edge sword, in the sense that it could be used to achieve desired conclusions rather than real ones?

Javier: Oh, it definitely can be a two edged sword. For example many propagandists today, try to interpret communism as having been a failure. They claim that communism killed tens of millions of people and that the system’s inability to engage in rational economic calculation caused no end of grief. They say this over and over even though we all know that central planning by academically well-educated experts always works. In the case of Socialism, they claim that the UK’s National Health System has been a failure, but, everyone who is writing about that is a contemporary. In years time we will be able to change this viewpoint. As far as an example, I give you this one. World War II has a typical story, but we have gone back and done research, that indicates that this war was essentially a multi-color global community fighting a rampant white capitalistic fanaticism as embodied in the Nazis. If you look at old movies they try to show the American soldiers at Normandy as being Caucasians but in fact they were almost all Latinos, Blacks, Asians, women, the disabled, the elderly, Americas children, Muslims and Native Americans. The Caucasians were on the other side of the beach! But you see, the white aristocracy in the US controlled the news at the time and changed all of this so as to promote their own interests.

Host: Stunning!  So, everything we thought we new about history really has a lot more to it?

Javier: Si. It has only been since this recent wave of progressivism in the US that people like me are allowed to reinterpret and make new facts about history. We can finally have a history for all Americans.

Host: Did you say “make new facts?”

Javier: Si. The making of new facts is very important, for example elsewhere in science, the climate change data. Americans need a history that includes everybody and is with the times, so it is important to show that all events in US history have these underlying truths. For example, now that we are accepting socialism in America, we need to make the Nazi’s appear as corporate fascists rather than as national socialists as their name suggests. We have also been able to determine that the light bulb and the semi-conductor were really invented by the same group of African-American slaves that later invented internal combustion engines and the micro-chip. The entire Army of the Potomac consisted of homosexuals. The Write brothers actually stole their idea from their younger sister and passed off the airplane as their own invention. Not a single non-Jew died in the Holocaust. The list goes on.

Host: So, you “make new facts” to support desired conclusions for today….But….

Javier. Oh Si. But in this process of mainstream Revisionism, it is also important for us to remove old facts that were clearly biased. There is no reason that biased or meaningless opinions be incorporated in the correct view of history. So, we actively work to remove these incorrect understandings. This is why other than talking about our new facts, we don’t mention anything else about the topic. For example, we make sure there is no discussion about Southern opinion in the Civil War. Instead we just repeat that they are racist and it was an American crusade of liberation. We’ve been able to remove from public knowledge and discourse any facts that might undermine our predetermined conclusions.

Host: Ok…Well, could it be argued that your “revisionism” is just the re-writing of history according to the new paradigm of the people in power today. So, what would you say to somebody who said that everything your research produces is really just a complex way to serve the powers that be in the here and now? If they said, Javier, your research does not seem to have any factual basis to it, because your sources are circular references, or your facts are obviously made up. Your research serves to give the illusion of historical justification or precedence to some politically desired outcome today. Your work is really designed to make current agendas and schemes more palatable to the population at large, by manipulating people’s ability to contextualize current proposals and societal developments. Javier, what would you say to somebody who said you are an apologist for the powers in the state and essentially an ideological defender of an oppressive central state regime?

Javier: Well, I would say they are racist.

Host: My thoughts exactly.

Javier: Or maybe even a terrorist.

Host: Definitely. Soon all “racists” will be “terrorists.” But, Javier, unfortunately we have to wrap things up. It was great having you on the show.

Javier: It was my pleasure.


Siege of Drone Base Gloria

I recently read a book called The Siege of Drone Base Gloria, by Antje Bas. It’s a tongue-in-cheek commentary on the nature of drone warfare, future dystopia, as well as the “culture of protest” response by the public. An obvious, though thought provoking, comedy I give it only 6 out for 10 for observational humor, forward thinking, but an easy read that drags on a little too long.

The scene that sort of sets the stage for everything in this book is that the United Nations finished building a global “Drone Star,” or what is effectively a Death Star-like space station that orbits the earth. It’s role is to operate as a drone station. Drones with the capability of flying in both space and Earth’s atmosphere will actually stay at the Drone Star to recharge their electric engines using solar power and take on new ammunition, which have been stored at the station in mass quantity. When various UN counsels give their authority, the drones are activated, swoop down to earth and kill whomever the unelected global bureaucrats decide. Obviously, these counsels are easily swayed by donations from the nations or individuals involved.

Anyway, multiple in-power nations have access to the Drone Star, but very quickly the base was used for non-UN assassination purposes. For example, both Russia and the United States used Drone Star to support their respective sides in the same proxy war. Meanwhile, other nations were picking up the tab by paying dues to the UN. In one case a nation paid a large share of building Drone Star, in the hopes that it too could have access to it, only to have Drone Star used against it for having citizens openly critical of global democratic socialism. The population was subsequently disarmed less they try to assert their “rights.”

These drones still need to be piloted by individuals. So, in any country that has access to Drone Star, there are one or more bases for operations. Drone Base Gloria is a large warehouse like complex in Salt Lake City not far from the massive government data mining facility built in Operation Stellar Wind, which began in the Bush administration. The rather secretive drone base is commanded by Colonel Sheila Bernstein, who is known for sleeping with subordinate service members and for having an on-base nursery built for her bastard toddler. A series of sycophantic middle managers then take orders from her and in turn rule over 20 and 30 year old ITT Tech graduates who actually pilot the drones through videogame-like interfaces. Being a government operation, drone base security is manned by distribution hires, whose morose demeanor, poor customer service, sheer incompetence and rudeness rivals even the worst experiences the reader might have had with the TSA. All hands report to the drone-base in 9-to-5 fashion, regardless of whether or not Drone Star is being actively used. When it is being used, they still punch-out at 5, because working too much is in violation of the International Drone Pilot Union regulations (again, they are partially under UN dictates, not just the US military – and there is an entire team of HR people to deal with this issue). For the garrison of Drone Base Gloria long and generally inactive days are a recipe for shenanigans, and for “Colonel Ms Sheila” it is a chance to engage in her extracurricular activities, or as she calls it “milking her platoon.”

With an economy in the toilet, the powers that be in the federal government decided it would be wise to bomb the slums of Los Angeles, with the logic being that the “increased demand” for homes and infrastructure would stimulate recovery. The small area bombing could just be passed off as a military accident. For example, they’d just have the media say it was a plane full of ammunition that tragically lost control and smashed to the ground. Well, for this economic stimulus they turned to the international Drone Star rather than the US air force. Why have the US taxpayer foot the bill, when you could have the global taxpayer foot the bill via the UN?

Back at Drone Base Gloria, the drone operators were fighting off boredom slumped in front of their computers watching pornography or managing online businesses. When the call came, in they procrastinated a few hours and eventually shuffled over to their drone interfaces. Colonel Ms Sheila had a frantic and emotional reaction to all the excitement, muttering, and inconsistently and verbosely expressing orders that were often contradictory. Hundreds of miles above the Earth, Pelosi class bombing drones then unlocked from Drone Star and aligned themselves for reentry. Moments later, a small unsavory part of Los Angeles turned to a flaming cauldron, as the drones began their egress. But one drone had smashed into the earth because the operator was picking his nose. Another drone was later reported hovering over a group of middle school girls on a southern California beach. The latter instance was normal enough – a government agent acting in a sexually distasteful fashion toward their citizen employers – but the loss of a drone was rare. Fortunately, any wreckage from the crashed drone would soon disappear, as local population, impoverished by monetary debasement, would gather and sell the scrap metal in an attempt to make ends meet.

Despite the fraudulent press releases, it became known that Drone Star had been involved in the incineration. One of the officers at Drone Base Gloria had blogged about it, while several other service members had boasted about it to casino workers and underage prostitutes when on a celebratory binge in Las Vegas. A month later Drone Base Gloria was surrounded by a tent village of disaffected youth, aged hippies and a carnival of thieves, homeless, and middle class pseudo-intellectuals. Slowly but surely, the encampment grew, with amateur bands giving offbeat performances and failed artists trying to sell their wares. Eventually, a large effigy of a drone was built and burned in a fashion similar to the infamous Burning Man festival.

The siege drew on and on for over a year. Though police forces had dispersed the protestors repeatedly, what was effectively continuous protestor occupation had altered the nature of the local economy. Hence, the permanent removal of the protestors would cause a cascade of retail establishment failures, which would ultimately decrease city tax revenue, and hence the local police force could not be paid the luxurious overtimes they had enjoyed since the siege began.

Eventually a media sensation related to a kindergarten bullying case in Pennsylvania caused the public to lose interest in politicians using Drone Star to buy votes from large construction companies. The protestors began to depart from the area of Drone Base Gloria on their own accord. The result was that month after month stores closed causing increased unemployment and a decrease in home prices. Though government officials suggested that the local economy would actually increase due to a multiplier effect created by public unemployment payments, the boom failed to materialize. The Colonel worked with local government officials on a plan to force protestors to stay encamped around the base. Indeed, there were Clinton class aerial urban guard drones that could be brought down from Drone Star to patrol the tent village and neutralize anyone attempting to leave the perimeter recently erected to enclose both the base and the tent village. (The base staff were provided with a special tunnel to enter and exit the area.)

To further support economic recovery in the area the government gave all the protestors SNAP and welfare credit cards. The people were then taken out in groups, so that they could visit the local stores and spend the credits. This situation went on and on such that nobody ever questioned that things were ever any different. By the end of the book there is basically a slave camp surrounding the drone base.

By this point that book just gets boring and just drags on. The type of humor that it has gets evermore predictable and increasingly outlandish as story goes on. But there’s some funny repartee in different parts and the idea of a Drone Star is well ahead of its time. The action and consequence of various decisions and occurrences make the story fluid and unfold into new events. Still it outlives its lifespan and there is no real ending. Perhaps the lack of a conclusion is what we have to look forward to as we continue to ride the slow inter-generational train wreck of losing economic and personal freedoms.


On the West

I don’t understand the West.

“The white people, they hate their own ancestors and they are doing everything they can to destroy their countries and themselves. So many of us foreigners can go to their countries and prosper at their expense.” These were the guttural words of a brutish African I overheard once in an airport as he talked to his friend. But he was right. I am not American but I got my graduate degree at a top American university.

I hardly new English at the time, and frankly still can’t speak it, but only write it. I had done well on some standardized tests and the great university let me in. But, come on, why wouldn’t the Westerners want their own kids to go to their good schools? Why me and people like me from other countries? Why hurt their own children by not letting them go? Are they trying to ensure that we will overtake them? Are they trying to infect us with their problems? I don’t understand the West, but I know I do not want my people to think like them and become what they have become.

My cousin went to America too, at the same time I was in graduate school. He was given all sorts of special permits, aid and even some starting funding to create a small shop. They just handed it to him. I see Americans working hard when I am there, so why do they choose a government that takes their money and gives it to us – especially to my cousin who hates America and Westerners? Maybe the people don’t really choose – whatever all the squawking about a republic and democracy and such? Although he does like them a little bit now, because he has had such a good life, and his children will inherit the Westerners’ country, my cousin just wants the Westerners to disappear. “They are really unnecessary,” he says, “just hand over the reigns and enjoy your lavish retirement while any children that you had waste their time thinking they are important. Please, just hurry along and go extinct.”

But still, before that inevitability, my cousin, an angry man, talks about carving out our own little place here where it will be just like the old country. He calls it “our colony,” just like they did to us so long ago. Our rules and customs will apply, and as we get into positions of power we will do as we see fit for ourselves, our families, and our people. It was very nice of the whites to just hand us their children’s future, but they would be foolish to think that when we call those shots we don’t already call, that we will act the same way and take food and opportunity from our children and give it to any of theirs that remain. You see that’s it right there – this is how we are different from them. They say the West is based on “individualism” sure, but they were individuals over the last few hundred years as well, when they were creating some of the greatest human achievements ever. Individualism does not mean cultural and racial suicide. Sometimes the Westerner does such strange things, I don’t know if it is some kind of complex plan, because it appears so detrimental to their own interests. Nobody in their right mind would do these things.

After school I went back to my homeland to work, because my American degree would bring me much honor and positioning there. I enjoyed being around my own people, my own culture, and language again, but at the same time I would look longingly at my friends who stayed in the West, particularly the ones in Europe, because the continent was so full of ancient wonder. Financially, I was doing well for myself, but they were the ones visiting the great cities and sights, some of them enjoying the morally casual attitude of the loose “self-actualizing” Western woman. One of my friends told me how there is no need for prostitution in America because women will sleep with you for free as long as they think it makes them feel better than their friends and enemies. Everything just definitely seemed so irrationally dynamic and full of adventure. The West is chaos. Besides, I also was not sure if I wanted to be locked into where I was already as far as work and location. In school I focused real hard; maybe this time I could go to the West and live it up a little bit more – that one thing the West always seems to offer no matter what. Best of all I also could easily take some ideas from there and just replicate them back home for a quick and profitable business model.

So, I started talking to placement agencies that could help get me a job back in America. My school was able to help me too. See again, why would the Americans bring me in to do work when there are so many unemployed there? Yes, I have complex skills, but I know there are many Americans who have these skills, too. Are all such people employed? Of course not. And if they do not have the skills, why can’t they teach them? I know how very difficult it was for some of my Western colleagues to find jobs – some were doing internships for years. The secret truth that we all know is that many companies are encouraged to discriminate against white candidates. Do they really do this to themselves?

I received a call from my school work placement section which informed me that the bank in Boston was interested in meeting me face-to-face after only a single phone interview. This meant the job was essentially mine – and it was no surprise to me for reasons I shall explain later. The bank would fly me through Zurich, where I’d be able to spend a day and a night, and then on to Boston for some simple formalities.

I had been to Europe before, when I spent an extra few days in London while on my way to the US for graduate school. I was so excited to have had that time. I remember as a boy when my mother would show me maps and point to where all the different types of white people came from, as well as the ancestral lands of the other foreign peoples. She said London was unique because it was a mixture of the people with the special yellow hair, and the dark haired ones, and even some of the red haired ones. Because of their old British empire there were some other foreign people, too. I thought it would be like visiting a zoo, with a chance to observe all of these different primates practicing their various customs – a little bit of everybody. But with globalization, it was mostly non-Europeans that I saw there. I went all the way to London only to see the same people from my country and elsewhere – but almost no Europeans. Where were they? I walked through some areas with what were once pretty Victorian buildings, but now they were rundown and only inhabited by herds of people from the sub-continent and their many children – these families living in the ruins of the old empire. It was an odd sense, and truthfully I was disappointed. I had hoped to see the English and their renowned culture while in London, but all I saw was a mass of people feeding at the corpse of the once great nation and living amongst its bones. I remember expressing this to my mother, and she said that London was said to have grown this way, but that in the countryside there were still some white people, and in other countries, you could still see whole cities of people with the special yellow hair. Since that time and with the more I’ve seen on the internet, the more I know that is probably not true either.

I had hoped that Zurich would be different, because Switzerland is an exceptional country. They avoided the two cataclysmic wars that destroyed the West. And I know it is unique because it has Germans, French, and Italians, all in the same country, but with their own spaces – something that you would never see allowed in the US where they keep wanting to mix everyone together and make everything and everyone the same – though they call it diversity and pretend like there are limitless choices in everything.

When I got to my hotel in Zurich, it was only staffed with south-east Asians. Though it was allegedly a four star hotel it seemed a bit lacking and cheap, like they had to cut more corners than they had really wanted to. Strangely, the lampshades that hung over the tables in the breakfast room even looked oriental, as if they were selected to match the staff. There was one white American guest there who apparently had taken the trouble to learn some German, perhaps in a way to hold onto his ancestral homeland. It was funny to me that the only people there he could use his German with were these few south-east Asian women that worked there, and of course, their German was not tremendously better than his, despite their presumably having resided in the country for some time.

Of course, the streetcar into the city was not much different, but there were still some Swiss for me to observe, and I even saw some of the women with the graceful long yellow hair. These were the real ones, not like the ones in America that have fake yellow hair – though there are some real ones there, too, generally in the countryside states. These women are so beautiful. The women in my homeland say it is only because of Western movies and pop culture that we think such women are pretty; I’m not quite so sure though. I remember in graduate school when I played soccer with some of the students from all over – there were even some of the non-whites from European countries whose families had already lived there for a generation or two. All of us men, no matter where we came from, if it was the far East, the sub-continent, Africa, South America, or the Middle East, we all agreed on two things: 1) We hated white men, for what they did to our countries and our people in the past and 2) We all thought the women with yellow hair were among the most beautiful, if not the most beautiful, in the world. Some of the men said they would stop at nothing less. They would mark their triumph over the West by having their most beautiful women and souring them with their seed. Oh, what the fathers of these women must have felt as these blessed young men proceeded to their inevitable triumphs.

Once near the Zurich main train station, I walked through the old district. The buildings were beautiful. Despite the ubiquitous nouveau riche Chinese tourists, parts of the town were like the old Europe I had seen in the cleverly-planned pictures of postcards and guidebooks. After a time, I came upon Grossmünster, the large church leftover from a bygone era when the Westerner had an essence to his existence.

If you are ever in Zurich and see this church, you can go down into what was once a crypt. Today it is really a simple vaulted basement, but down in this room there is a near- thousand year old statue of Charlemagne, the ancient emperor whose ancestry both the French and German monarchies once claimed. So, I ventured into this room and looked at this statue, one of the only relics of a truly old Europe, I had ever come face to face with, and here it was sitting alone as if it was just another jumble of concrete and metal. I reached out and grabbed the sword of the king. “What pathetic descendents you have created,” I though to myself. “Today your people are more concerned with providing healthcare to imported Turkish thieves than putting up a simple piece of glass to protect this statue of you – their history.” I ran my hand along the blade, patting my fingers along the way, and smirking at this thousand year old ruin as if it were only there now for my amusement. I relished my disregard for it as I carelessly touched it. Here it was, stowed away down in the crypt to ensure any of the few remaining Swiss boys wouldn’t stumble into his heritage and grow to realize that his and other European countries have squandered their inheritance.  Who are the Western leaders trying to fool? It can only be themselves, and their dwindling white sheep.

I continued to walk around the old town and stopped at a Starbucks to warm up and get off my feet for a bit. In looking at the people working here I wondered again what the Westerners had been thinking. You bring in these foreigners en masse. Ya, the first generation mops your floors and picks up the garbage, but then their kids work in this Starbucks, and what do you think their kids will do? They will go to a University, maybe become a doctor, and eventually these people will be so numerous that it is no longer the Westerner’s country. Is there anything not clearer than that? Is a few generations of decadence and laziness really worth your countries disappearing forever? My county would never ever fathom such a thing for itself.

A friend who studied Western history once told me that a lot of this racial and cultural suicide was a result of the guilt from colonialism an World War II. In many ways the westerner wanted to disappear. Recalling the emperor alone and cold in the crypt I decided to go back to the hotel to read about these things on the internet. It was just starting to rain an icy sleet anyway.

It was good that I did this because on my flight to Boston the next day I was able to recognize a Jewish family. I knew this because the father had the little hat. It was also good that I had noise cancelling headphones because their two children were completely out of control. It was a relatively empty flight, so most of the passengers, myself included, moved toward the back of the plane leaving the family to their area towards the front where they could make their noise in isolation. For a flight that should have been relatively enjoyable due to the extra space, this family made it a complete disaster. The family kept moving back row by row toward all of us, and the father would take the older kid back and sit amongst us so as to separate the children. At the same time the mother would let the younger child run at full speed down the aisles. I wondered why nobody did anything. The father was a weak and entitled looking prick and the mother a fat boob, who obviously only decided to become a mother as a second thought in life. Where were the flight attendants? Why should I be the one who has to point this out and correct it? I don’t speak German and my spoken English is embarrassing. I kept looking over at a yellow haired couple near me, hoping one of them would say something.

This couple was American, as I had overheard them before. They must have been from the countryside or the last of some small areas of the US where their kind still live. Then it swooped into my mind how much I enjoyed being around my own people sometimes – like when I went home after graduate school. I love other cultures, but sometimes I want to be with my own people. But I can do that. I realized that this couple and their family can never have that. Maybe they are of German stock and they go back to central Europe only to find it is full of everyone else but central Europeans. It’s gone forever. There is no homeland for this couple. Not like in the way that my and many other cultures and races have homelands. These white people are strewn about like the isolated stars of a city sky, and their light is slowly fading. The Jews have their own new homeland now, or at least that’s what they feel.

Amongst all the shrieking, the yellow haired man sat their nobly and stoically suffering the incompetent parents and their out of control children. I remembered that nobody is allowed to put the idiot parents in their place because of Western law and custom, and more importantly because of the father’s little hat. The little hat means a lot. It’s part of the reason he feels safe to act so entitled and without any regard for the dozens of other people. He knows he is an incompetent and weak man, and he needs the social protection that hat affords him in the current era. If the yellow haired man did anything, he would be suspect of many more things. So, we all suffered the obnoxious family for eight and half hours.

When we finally landed in Boston, there was another plane that came at the same time, and we all went through customs together. This other plane was from some Caribbean country and every individual had a cart packed high with bags. One guy even had a cooler for some reason. As we all shuffled toward the beginning of the roped off line, I watched the yellow haired couple. The man let the Jewish family in front of him and his woman. Why did he do that? We all just dealt with that idiot father and his out of control children for so long! The yellow haired woman did not look happy, and I noticed the man shaking his head as if he was disappointed in himself. These two groups went through customs a bit ahead of me, and then it was my turn to talk to the self-righteous toughs of US boarder control. I thought to myself, “Ya, you are doing a great job guys. Just go home and watch American football and just let in anyone who wants to come in. It’s basically that way already. We could all go without being harassed by you guys and filling out your stupid little forms and standing in line.” As I exited, I passed in front all of the Caribbean families greeting their newly arrived family members, and heard another American humph, “bringing in more democratic voters.” The other plane had been an entire plane load of immigrants, which is why they had so much stuff to carry through customs. What country does this to itself? The Americans already have an entire, relatively under-populated continent to fill with their own children, why would you bring in these people? Because of their highly valued knowledge and skills? Please. I just don’t understand the West.

As I walked over towards the cabs I looked in front of me. There was the Jewish mother moving slowly, encumbered with the two children and some luggage. Some way in the distance there was the husband, walking as fast as possible, nearly breaking into a run, while pushing a full luggage cart. Slightly ahead of him was the yellow haired couple. The man was shouting obnoxiously back at his wife and kids while the wife yelled and gestured at him. I though jokingly, “maybe he realized that he was not cut out to be a father,” but then I looked even further ahead and noticed that there were only two cabs outside. Though only the yellow haired couple was in front of them, the Jewish man was trying to catch up and pass the couple in order to get the first cab. Why? I have absolutely no idea. He easily had the second cab, and no doubt more would come. It was as if he felt so entitled that he could not bare the thought of this couple getting in the cab before him. I even noticed that he and his wife had switched to a different language so as to not alert the couple of their plot. Pathetic. But this man’s weak physical abilities prevented him from embarrassing himself further by surpassing the couple and running out to try to claim the cab while he waited for his wife. The yellow haired couple sensed what was going on and just shook their heads as the reached the first cab and drove off.

The next day in Boston, I went to the investment bank to meet with my future colleagues. As I mentioned earlier, I new I had this job because of the entire team the position was to work with, every man and woman were from my country. How did the Westerner not notice this? It is an obvious thing that happened a lot throughout America, but as long as the white males did not do it, nobody cared. I talked to M., who was to be my new boss. I asked him about other candidates. He said he was worried because the job had been open for four months already and they had interviewed a lot of good Western candidates, and that they can only reject them so much before they get worried that somebody suspects they are just waiting for one of their own. They even interviewed a part black American, who was also very qualified, and they knew that rejecting him could cause a serious problems.

M. told me about a candidate they just had yesterday, a yellow haired man, which made me think of the man from the plane. M. explained that this man was a perfect match for the position, he even currently worked just around the corner from the bank. More so, he even knew some of M’s friends from our country, who worked elsewhere in the US, and had he worked along side them. There was even a Slavic woman who worked at the bank, who had worked with this man, too. M. said he was about to offer the job to him, but then the university called and asked that I be considered. M. was able to just look at my name and background and new that I needed to be offered the position, even though my past work experiences were not tremendously applicable. M. said he was, “very relieved. All of us from the motherland and then this one Westerner, it would not be harmonious.” He also told me about times in the past when they would offer Westerners very low wages to discourage them but then found out that very often they would accept anyway! I wonder if this had happened to the yellow haired candidate earlier in his career. It must have if one of M’s colleagues was his old boss.

It is not uncommon what M. did. We simply reject Western candidates after an interview and then hire one of our friend’s friends, or relatives etc. It is funny because my University was patting themselves on the back for finding this position, when in reality it was because of what I had just described. Anyway, I will have a month to myself before I actually start working. My things are being shipped over and this well paid position will allow me to rent a luxurious two bedroom in a skyscraper downtown. Eventually, I will need to make sure my son is born in the US so he can have citizenship in both countries and not have to go through all the paper work like I did. But before that I will enjoy the decadent and short-sighted American way. M. has warned me not to marry a western woman though. He says they smell when they get old. M and my new team and I will have a great future.

You know, I used to think it was funny that the westerners still thought they had their countries, but now I am just sad. Part of me wants to see a country that is actually populated with westerners and exudes their cultures and art, like that emperor I saw stuck in his cave. There was some unique things the westerners created and unique ideas they had. I feel like the world has lost something.


Ovaria Now

Host: Well, I’m joined today by Les McPherson of Ovaria Now, an institution which describes itself as second generation feminism for a globalist future. She’ll be telling us a little bit about what her institution does and how their place adjacent to the academic-industrial complex helps shape the minds of malleable females and the population at large. Les, how about some background for our listeners?

Les: Thanks, it’s great to be on the show. Well, first I’d like to start by explaining how we are different from traditional feminist organizations. I know a lot of people hear “feminism” and they think of angry and irrational liberal women. And they are right to do so, as people like the feminazi’s are something that was historically intentionally fomented by our earlier works to help foster the decline of conservative values – for example the traditional nuclear family, which is obviously the most efficient form of domestic organization to date. So, why did we want to undermine tried and true values that have been integral to human civilization since the dawn of recorded history? Well, to impoverish the people, keep them stupid, have them raised poorly, and all-in-all put them in a position where they can be easily controlled. The ultimate goal is to have one small strata of the human population rule over the rest until the larger part is liquidated and or the species bifurcates. Ovaria Now is different in that we will now be playing the next tune in the song of feminism – as opposed to the previous – what today is archaic tune, and this new tune will be geared to encourage new actions on the part of people inscribed or affected by our doctrine.

Host: Well, let’s not get to ahead of ourselves. Can you tell us more about the evolution of feminism as a means for controlling the population?

Les: Historically, we have tried to convince women that some broad abstract international male conspiracy was working to keep them enslaved as mothers and hausfraus. Obviously, that was ridiculous, but it was needed as a base lie that could be force fed to a generation of women attending college. Upon graduating and entering the workforce or family life, we could always rely on these women having a chipped shoulder so to speak – as their entire psyche, much like many American blacks, revolved around victimhood and a persecution complex. These women would be more likely to vote for activist government promising to rectify perceived injustices and more likely to resent and ultimately abandon their family commitments, thereby ensuring economically and emotionally weaker males as well as poorly raised children, who in turn, could also be better manipulated.

Host: In reading some of Ovaria Now’s white papers, I’ve also seen references to the collectivization of women. Could you tell us a bit about that?

Les: Absolutely. Conservatives view the collectivization of women as literally the sharing of spouses, maybe some sort prima nocta by a TSA agent or if your neighbor wanted to come over and have a go at your daughter he would have the right to do so. That would be pretty tough to create because a lot of women would be really PO’d by ‘free access at any time’ and some men, too. What we are really trying to do with the collectivization of women is make to make them working (read taxpaying) sluts. We want them to view sex as conquest and have them waste their time trying to one-up their friends both in terms of relationships and in terms of their professional careers. We want them to have sex with worthless douche-bags or the men who do our bidding instead of committing to one guy and building a family. Pathetic hopes and dreams related to career and “financial independence” [laughs] generally do the rest of the job to make sure they don’t build a bountiful household. [laughs] We’ve done a great job with this too. I mean think of how used up most women are by the time they are 25 these days? And they gave it away for free! [laughs] They weren’t even getting paid! They are taking one of their most valuable assets and literally letting people use it up because the guy has a nice car, a backwards hat, lives in a cool fraternity or whatever. These used up skanks will only end up in relationships if they aren’t successful professionally, because they will want some guy to take care of them – this is of course the vast majority of them. And when they do end up in a relationship, we can count on their hedonistic past, domestic incompetence, and general shallowness and shortsightedness to do the rest of the work. So, these girls fuck around in their youth, and then they latch on to some poor sap and don’t even do the things sexually for him, that they use to do for the guys in the past ,who cheated on them etc.

Host: Sorry to interrupt, but if I understand correctly, what we have here is essentially something similar to the Federal Reserve with regards to interest rates. The market is completely flooded with pussy, but if you want to get it as a male you have to commit whole heartedly to some physically or economically self-destructive lifestyle or “conform” and do the bidding of the powers that be. So, please, why do you want women to reward douche-bags and men that do your bidding and not, say, men who are more level-headed, resistant to serfdom, and intellectually independent?

Les: Quite simply, it is to shape male behavior. We exercise ideological control over women, which in turn affects their actions, which indirectly control male actions and viewpoints. Everything that men do is one way or another related to pussy – except for gay men, which is another project of ours. So, basically, to get pussy, men either have to succeed immensely, which they can only do by serving our globalist leaders, or they have to be king of their small social world – a narrow, difficult and wasteful task. The former serves us in obvious ways, but the latter ensures an ever expanding universe of useful idiots who waste their time trying to perfect their social competitiveness in worthless or even detrimental environments. This is related to the fact that we haven’t legalized prostitution yet on a national level. Obviously, if that was legalized millions of women could be made financially better off and far more men would have natural releases that would decrease rape and other crimes, making people less afraid. But we need these men wasting their energies to satisfy their natural handicap. We want to make these guys to work for it! Either by buying stupid shit and ascribing to a sub-culture or wasting their life in a mildly lucrative career. The point is that we end up with men who directly serve us, or are at least easily manipulated plebs. So, yes, the ideologies we spread in a sense help control the pussy supply in a way that is similar to the Federal Reserve and various government agencies manipulating the credit supply. If you want the newly printed money, you have to serve us. If you want pussy you are either serving us directly or indirectly. There are still exceptions of course.

Host: What is the ideal woman then?

Les: The ideal woman is one who spent a lot of time in school getting indoctrinated with our global vision and worldview. She would have fucked around and gotten used up – the purpose of that to be to divert the energies of male peers from anything constructive and also to affect her own sense of self worth. Ideally she perseveres and gets a solid career off the ground. She then earns money and thinks she is too good for men who would commit to her. She thus spends her life fucking around with random males who have dedicated much otherwise self-defeating energy to capture her on a few fleeting nights. More importantly to us, she is effectively a taxpaying stooge who has taken a job that a well-earning father or provider might have achieved. Bottom line is that she is a taxpayer who consumes and doesn’t reproduce biologically. Then by having one of the few good earning jobs, she prevents a man from earning well and providing for a family. Her entire life is a vain escapade that has no purpose and causes untold destruction. But we like that destruction, and the state effectively gets 40% of her income through various taxation. This income is re-invested in more efficient means of subjugation.

Host: Why don’t you want women to have families?

Les: One, we want to decrease the size of the human population to a more manageable size. Two, we want to make sure that values beneficial to the family, and by extension, the offspring, are eliminated. These values foster independence. Independent, let alone armed, people are difficult to control. Obviously, the global elite need an easily controlled population and that will come by force if it is not first achieved by ideological manipulation.

Host: So, what new ideologies can we expect see from Ovaria Now? What exactly are the next tunes to be sung from the flute of mental servitude?

Les: Well, as you know one of the big things talked about today is perceived differences in pay for men and women for the same or similar work. Historically, we used to say this was because all men were evil and it was old white guys high up in businesses who were being mean and intentionally under-paying women because of their own biases etc. Alleged mean white males are the cause of every problem in 20th century ‘liberalism.’ Obviously, that was 100% bullshit and childish, but again, it was a necessary lie to get people looking for answers and demanding something to be done. The real reason, of course, that there is a difference in pay, when it does actually exist, has to do with the marginal productivity of the worker. The female in all probability will temporarily or perhaps permanently leave the job in order to have kids. This uncertainty for the employer is made even worse by being forced to pay some amount of maternity leave. This pain and uncertainty is passed back to the employee in the form of reduced wage. So, what we propose now, is to accept this difference in pay as an economically rational outcome [laughs] we don’t want to hurt big businesses you see! As you recall we have been encouraging women to engage in sexual conquest – this often comes in the form of affairs with co-workers. What we will do politically now is try to encourage the passing of legislation that will allow women to prostitute themselves in their places of work and only in those places. Our research shows that women who have been sexually active enough in their earlier years, as we’ve encouraged, view sex as “a handshake” and are less likely to be averse to the idea of getting paid for what they generally have done more than less for free. This ties in with our collectivization of women, and has already been instilled with the “fuck buddy” mentality. By prostituting themselves sexually at work, women can make extra money that will actually make their wages surpass those of males. They will be prostituting themselves in safe environments with men and women they know – and of course it is very easy to tack in a romp at the end of the work day. This will give all working women their own sexual fiefdom where their only competition is other female co-workers, as opposed to professional prostitutes and young college girls etc. Male workers will become more docile with sexual gratification. Of course, we can’t call this prostitution, instead we will stylize it as mental health, supporting the workplace community, sexual empowerment or something to that effect. In the UK, for example, we’ve already been supporting propaganda research that shows that an affair-filled relationship is actually healthier than a monogamous one. Another plan to raise female wages is to award fixed percentage salary increases to women who agree to be sterilized. The company will make it up in a tax credit. The woman of course would still free to engage in workplace prostitution.

Host: Well, I for one certainly look forward to that! You saw our admin when you walked in, eh? But what else is on the radar?

Les: We plan to continue the war against motherhood, especially as that waned a bit in the 90′s with the glorification of the pregnoid form and the soccer mom. We want to show that women who have the ability to be stay-at-home mothers and exercise that ability are detrimental to society. We want women to think that being a homemaker and a mother is a bad thing. We want them working and paying taxes not passing values, culture and independent thought to the next generation. Some women will still want to breed, so we are looking at ways to create public nurseries. When a woman does get pregnant we want her to pop out the kid and then go right back to the assembly line and pay taxes. The baby will be in a nursery where it is raised by alleged “professionals,” inoculated as we see fit, nourished as we see fit etc. It will then go to public schools where we can shape its mental development and worldview. With further testing we can determine where it is most useful to us and then teach it that trade. The real key is to get children away from their parents. We can’t have people identifying with family or putting family ahead of the collective cause célèbre, and with this, control cultural and racial homogony can be better achieved. We like symmetry.

Host: Probably the biggest irony in all of this, is that you can see how important virtuous women really are in society. Their decisions really are the invisible hand that shapes communities and cultures, and most obviously, the actions of males, who lets just say, are sometimes a little more extreme and noticeable in their actions. By shaping the worldview of women, dictating to them what they want and perceive as good, you indirectly are able to control the actions of males, and you’re in an even better position to shape and control the next generation.

Les: That’s right and what has really been amazing to those of us who were involved in traditional feminism and the second generation of feminism in Ovaria Now, is just how quickly women were willing to give up family prospects because of the promises of sexual conquest, career, or just believing that homemakers are bad or somehow failed to self-actualize. It’s like they don’t understand how important mothers and family are. But I guess that’s why these people are pawns on our chessboard. If they had any brains they’d be the manipulators not the manipulated.

Host: Indeed. Well, all the best in the long inter-generational process to establish a global plutocracy etc. We were glad to have you on the show.

Les: Thanks.


Journey Toward the Firms

A previous post introduced readers to the universe of The Good Corporation, one book in the same titled series by Lazarus Abraham about a White Collar worker who eventually turns Entrepreneur and founds a multi-strategy hedge fund that is a community in itself, both socially and physically. Having now read several other books in the series, I thought it might be worthwhile to return to this universe and discuss some of the interesting perspectives that are explored in the series, in particular, his journey to the Firms. Being the fine collection the books are, this entry is by no means exhaustive.

But first, if you have not read the previous post about this series please read that titled “Inside the Universe of ‘The Good Corporation.’”

The concept that there are three core agencies which vie for allegiance is a timely reduction of some choices faced by modern humans. The author essentially reduces major agencies of collective action and personal security to Tyrannical Governments, Global Corporations, and The Firms. Each is populated by endemic classes of people, who in turn have their own qualities.

Because of financial fallout in the dystopian future, many people were unable to make ends meet, and thus became inured Plebs or members of the Blue Collar. Because of mandates by Tyrannical Governments, often supported by Global Corporations, the population of Firms declined at the same time. The dwindling number of White Collar people still continue to vie for places fewer and fewer positions among the firms, while in response to economic uncertainty and regulation, the Firms increasingly offer part-time employment instead of full-time employment.

Becoming a full-time employee of a Firm is almost akin to becoming a citizen of an ancient Greek city-state, while perhaps working for a Global Corporation would be like inhabiting a city subject to the Athenian empire on the verge of the Peloponnesian War. In this same analogy, the Persian Empire equates to Tyrannical Governments, with their Byzantine practices, persecutions, arbitrary dictates and quintessential Asiatic despotism. In another analogy one might equate the Firms to the disappearing independent German states in the face of an expanding Bismarck-era Prussia, which in turn represents the expansionist and acquisition-oriented Global Corporations. In the same analogy France would represent the Tyrannical Governments, with their subjugation of foreign races, false expressions of sympathy to the destitute and down-trodden and a desire to engage in cataclysmic warfare that would kill or maim half of their adult male subject population (as France did in WWI).

The Firms are like the feudal fiefdoms to which people fled as the Roman Empire collapsed or became too burdensome. Perhaps like Venice. The Firms are the protectors. They are the source of income, security and predictability – even if they are completely surrounded by a Tyrannical State or are a subsidiary of a Global Corporation.

The part-time employee of a Firm is essentially what we would recognize as a resident alien, accorded certain rights but not others, such as an employer health plan and retirement scheme. At the same-time these part-time employees are without allegiance. They are like journeymen or gypsies wandering between medieval kingdoms selling their wares or skills. In an earlier book Dirk Mercer, the protagonist, draws interesting insights from some of these contractors as they sell their labor to the firm where he is employed. They tell him of their exotic experiences at different places with strange internal organizations and workplace cultures, and he retains these understandings as the inter-book plot unfolds.

And it does so, we learn more about Dirk as an individual. It is only briefly touched upon, though occasionally flashbacked to, but we are made to understand that Dirk was once affiliated with Tyrannical Government, first starting out as a minor member of the Servant class, and then becoming a part-time low-level bureaucrat while attending one of the many Tyrannical Government brain-washing and indoctrination camps known as Universities. It was during his time sitting at a desk and doing nothing as a low-level bureaucrat when Dirk fed his mind with non-mainstream and non-governmental intellectual material. This was a veritable red pill and encouraged him to seek association elsewhere. Without the connections for a worthwhile position with the Global Corporations, Dirk instead found a home among the Firms – the last bastion of anything resembling the higher order free market. It is among the Firms where most of the story takes place and where our understanding of the universe of the book series takes more meaningful shape.

So, Dirk is essentially one of the few people able to escape the mental prison of Tyrannical Governments and successfully reach relative security among the Firms and later actual success with his own entrepreneurship. This comes partly as a result of his ability to recognize the true qualities of the three governing agencies, which in turn comes from his exposure to intellectual materials that were later restricted, and also the various part-time workers and contractors with broad perspectives and experiences. The reader, as well as the protagonist, doesn’t even realize Dirk was a serf until his later experiences lend perspective. There are heart-wrenching scenes where Dirk must leave behind those unable to free themselves or those who can’t develop value adding traits. After learning from contractors and the part-time employed, Dirk moves between firms gathering knowledge and skills of various sorts. He witnesses Global Corporation takeovers of Firms, including one where he works, and also sees them take over smaller Tyrannical Governments. Of course, Tyrannical Governments are marauding in various ways through all the books. And it should be mentioned that the courtly bickering within Firms themselves lends other obstacles. The entire series is his journey from serfdom to one of a free man constrained by a brutish reality – the simple state of humanity that John Stuart Mill famously failed to recognize. Though he does ultimately create the multi-strategy hedge fund and community, The Good Corporation, it is Mercer’s journey toward the firms where his emancipation is truly won.


Code Green

I recently read a book called Code Green by Chris Haywood. It’s another book about a dystopian future, but with the unique quality that global high-tech despotism came about under the pretense of the well-known green agenda. The book, however, has a much less happy ending compared to other dystopian novels and, of course, to the utopian visions of environmentalism itself. I give the read an 8 out of 10, for its creativity and convincing message.

The background to the book is that coordinated central bank currency debasement in the early 21st century, known as “quantitative easing,” caused increasing economic mal-investment, which resulted in wars and famine as governments at all levels increasingly failed to keep up with the unintended consequences of their own actions. As part of their agreement with the defeated western axis, the victorious coalition, dominated and led by the Chinese, decreed that reconstruction of the world would fall under the purview of the United Nations, also then to be dominated and led by the Chinese, with junior roles to be played by Russia and the East African Empire, China’s two core allies in the preceding global conflicts.

In cunning and deliberately false fashion and partly to absolve all sides from having caused the conflicts, the official cause of the wars was identified as global population pressure and the inability of the market to respond fast enough. It was argued that had a strong global government been present, instead of the historically weak United Nations or the constantly bickering nation states, human agency could have responded faster, averting the catastrophe through environmental and economic management rather than through war. Thus, the solution was to redefine and massively increase the powers of the United Nations such that it superficially became the government for a global “human republic.” Ostensibly, the core task of this body was sustainable development of the planet, as it had been concluded that non-sustainable development, mostly caused by capitalism and the machinations of non-Russian white people, had been the reason for the preceding wars.

In order to carry out this global sustainable development, the United Nations was enumerated all powers typically given to governments today, including the powers to tax, brainwash and even the power to assassinate citizens without due process. Although these powers were restricted in some circumstances and geographies, by the end of one generation, the seats of power of the victorious nations found enough expression in the global government such that political resistance in the former victorious countries eroded to a level of insignificance. And thus there was a full-fledged fully-empowered global government, superficially a republic, but otherwise under the control of a global elite, which the vast bulk of the human population didn’t even know existed.

After this lengthy background, the story begins on a spring day in 2108 as an armed surveillance drone hovers over the heads of peasants in a large European slum with the purpose of monitoring these brainwashed and unhealthy masses as they rejoiced the election of humanity’s first African global chairman. He was the first non-oriental to hold the office and his platform had focused significantly on environmentalism. He spoke of environmentalism as Africa’s historical concern but a concern, which had now been fully embraced by the world. He reminded everyone that global government was founded in the need for global sustainability and he pointed to the potential problems caused by the massive population increase that had taken place since the end of the wars.

From about this point onward, the book has a series of protagonists, and it follows their different experiences through out the novel. Here are quick generalizations of several storylines:

When, at first, a series of reforms were pushed through the global congress right before Chinese New Year, when nobody was paying attention, Arabic speaking peasants, making up the entire population of major European cities, were mostly tending to their small shops and gardens. Only a few, realized that the latest reforms passed by the global congress seemed to coincide with the greater presence of surveillance and medical drones, and also a noticeable shift in the sentiment expressed through their propaganda gadgets. Many were so inured that they took pride in their forced sterilizations, and even the lethal injection of their elderly, very sick, and infirmed. Still, some push back developed in some areas and it was clear that the powers that be needed to adjust their strategy.

In China and to a lesser extent in a few other places, there was the world’s closest approximation to the middle class. These people believed in the global government, and while they thought they themselves were special because they didn’t live in the large slums like most of the world, and they owned large homes, and their children attended the best global brainwashing facilities, they were really just pawns for the global elite. Their biggest concern was why their standard of living was declining and their ranks thinning, and it was because of this and similar concerns that they were malleable in the hands of the propaganda apparatus operated by the global elites. The explanation was always that some group of people somewhere was refusing to surrender land that had been designated for Mother Nature and that this was causing environmental and economic pressures to the disfavor of the middle class. On such a basis one character of this background is excited to be conscripted and sent to drone base Cuba, where a green-helmeted eviction force was massing before departing to mop-up and remove any remaining population in Florida after the preceding comprehensive bombing of that geography. After the soldiers passed through, it would be the task of this protagonist and his colleagues to use machines and temporarily-imported African slum labor to remove the rubble and begin turning the former US state back to nature. Significant process is made in this effort before the book moves to another storyline.

The recent election had been a façade, but none of the characters knows that except one – and this character is critical to the reader’s understanding of the story. He’s a member of the global elite and slowly reveals to the reader what is common knowledge to him and his peers. Most of the global elite live on a gorgeous man-made Venice-like tropical island archipelago, where discussion has bee raging around the necessity of the rest of the human population. In truth the global elite no longer had much of a reason for the vast bulk of the species. Most of what they wanted was automated, and the rest of their needs could be served through a significantly smaller peasantry. Indeed, their problems would be a lot fewer, if they didn’t have to concern themselves with inured masses in sprawling global slums. These peasants were only kept a live by the good graces of the elite, whose global government provided them with cradle to grave welfare and paternity, albeit very incompetently. Frankly, much of the global elite had grown weary of the exponential increase in the population, and implicitly, their future managerial burden, so the argument was made to just kill all these people, give the elite vast land grants and have them repopulate the earth. The best way to lay the foundations for this ultimate goal had been for large actions to be taken under the pretense of environmental management, hence the message of the latest chairman and ensuing edicts.

The first few years of the new global chairmanship had consisted of isolated and uncoordinated efforts to decrease population in certain places while turning other places back over to nature in their entirety. But, it did not take long for the global elite to consider faster and more efficient ways to accomplish their task. Over a period of time the global elite and other select pockets of humanity were, often unknowingly, inoculated with a vaccine that would allow them to survive Code Green, which was the name given to a recently created man-made virus designed to eradicate the species. The global elite were careful to save only themselves and the most malleable of the peasantry, implying that the middle class was for the most part doomed along with the greater portion of the peasantry.

When Code Green goes into affect the reader is taken back to all of the protagonists to learn their fates. The slums become chaotic as people get sick and die over the course of several days. The ensuing violence and descent into societal madness is monitored by surveillance drones in order to assess the progress of the pestilence. Some of the people raise their hands to the drones begging for help, but with in a week whole cities are silent. It’s made clear that none of the peasants think this disease was deliberate. In Florida, the imported African slum labor dies off quickly as the Chinese managers try to get an assessment of what is going on. The conscript meets his end as just another number in the quickly filling on-site sick ward, his final thoughts being the repetition of some non-descript pieces of pro-environment slogans. Middle class parts of the world fall and even a few personal enemies of key global elite decision-makers meet their end by the virus as well. The global elite protagonist mentioned earlier takes particular joy in watching one of his colleagues succumb to the pestilence. He’d always hated that man for actually thinking all this was about the environment and not simply their ability to control people and get what they wanted. The story ends with the global elite protagonist telling his young child that she can now call herself the princess of Florida as she looks at pictures of its recently renovated landscape.

The best part of this story was its convincing portrayal of a possible future. The multiple story lines can make it difficult to follow, but it all makes sense when they are brought together in the end. And I understand that a sequel called Green Reset is underway and should be out within the next year. This book will cover the recreation of city and nation states, as over time infighting within the power elite causes the fractioning of the global government. Also, by this point, the peasantries are substantially genetically different from the elite, so as to actually render them two different species. This will be a whole new world of power and persecution. Can’t wait!

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