Sunday, November 27, 2016

Anybody still out there?

So I'll to try to keep this short. I'm just going to post this to see if anyone notices or responds.

Some thoughts:

  • Blogspot sure is dead. I think the "blogosphere" has faded with time. Being able to say what you want to say in 140 characters or less has taken over to the point where the idea of self-important "bloggers" seems like a silly artifact of the old Internet. I can't say I miss it, either. Anyone can make a blog and type up huge bodies of text about anything they want to feel important for, all while maintaining some distance from their readers. It's dumb. reddit and any other websites encouraging aggregation and collaboration are way better.
  • I had no idea how to market myself at all. There was zero effort put into promoting this blog. What a waste of time.
  • I guess I still agree with the basic premise of antinatalism. It's pretty simple, really: If something doesn't consent to being subjected to bad stuff, and their experiencing the bad stuff has no provably objective goal in the universe, then there's no reason to subject the thing to the bad stuff. I still also agree that pain (nociception) is fundamentally different from any positive feelings that a sentient being can experience. The dice-rolling thought experiment is so important. What are the odds that you'd require before rolling a die that had bone cancer as one of its sides? 1 in 100? 1 in 10,000? Even with the other sides being everything you could ever want in life, is it worth the risk?
  • Lots of big words being tossed around here. I guess I was pretty pretentious. Working in an office where you have to write extremely simple emails with your coworkers all day for years will fix that.
  • Society seems to be heading in a really interesting, and potentially awesome, direction. A lot of younger folks -- the "millennials" -- have gotten swept up by social media in this frenzy of entitlement and coddling, which is unfortunate. Self-righteousness and know-it-all behavior is getting way out of hand thanks to echo chambers and constant networking. They could potentially pull this whole thing apart, but it seems like general AI might be able to cancel out the effects of giving hundreds of millions of social primates the capability to do what said AI should actually be in charge of handling. But we'll see. I guess I'm as big of a technocrat as ever.
  • Life's not all bad. Ranting angrily on an anonymous Internet blog, on an outdated platform, is not going to solve the problem of uneducated third worlders having kids. But we probably aren't going to do much about the third world anytime soon, anyway, because capitalism (or, more accurately, neo-liberal globalism). So we might as well focus on domestic issues instead, and try to keep our population educated, healthy, and productive. I think that's far more important than trying to actively convince anyone to stop having kids. I'll never have kids, and I might try to get the basic antinatalist argument -- the really, crudely simple core argument -- across in very basic terms, but there's a lot worse that's going on, right now. Immigration, Islam, feminism, sexual degeneracy, reverse racism, fake social justice, entitlement, extreme censorship of "radical" ideas, childish attacks on anyone anti-establishment (especially from young people who are weirdly obsessed with keeping elites in power due to being brainwashed by the media), etc. are turning us into losers. Hopefully, the established order held in place by the media and corporate America starts being slowly knocked away over the next four years. It'll be an interesting experiment. If any momentum is gained, we'll have to do a hell of a lot better than what the current guy is proposing, but it's a start. Maybe we'll keep the degeneracy at  bay for a solid twenty years until the AI is ready to actually fix things.
  • Fellas, if you want a good female, I wouldn't recommend using online dating, because most of the women there are disasters. The obesity, the multiple kids, the lack of education, etc. are all the by-products of sucking on the tit of big government. They're somehow getting by because of the way the system is designed, in spite of no men wanting them. God only knows what kind of mental disorders and attachment issues they have that prevent them from remaining in a stable relationship. Women offline are usually much better, but they're hard to find if you don't already know them from your immediate social circle. Don't cold approach like a creepy Red Piller. That's dumb. Maybe get involved in church, move to a rural state, or find a more conservative community where women who still believe in the stability of the family unit exist (and yes, you can adopt if you're an antinatalist -- if you care about such things).
  • The Venus Project? Really? Hilariously terrible idea. In spite of my post where I was being extremely nitpicky about terminology, it's pretty much a variant of communism.
  • Are we living in a simulation? I think so. The evidence is overwhelming. There seems to be a purpose behind all of this. Elon Musk is a shill and the reddit circlejerk over him is embarrassing, though. I think the evidence goes beyond the basic argument laid out by Nick Bostrom. The reality is somewhere between that extremely simple premise and the woo of Tom Campbell. Maybe I should start a new blog... or maybe a subreddit, or someplace that's actually useful, because this site sucks and no one is ever going to read this.
Sayonara, cucks!


  1. “Long, long ago, it is said, there was a mighty civilization, where we now sit.
    Beneath our feet, throughout this forest, lay an endless glory of buildings, the likes of which we have never seen.

    It was a place of miracles, where a man might live past eighty years, enjoying riches beyond imagining. There was food, all year round. Heat without fire. Great distances could be traveled without walking.
    Men could speak to other men, over vast distances. The image of their faces could be seen, by others, over many leagues.”

    The assembled children, and a few old women, stared at the shaman, wide-eyed, as they always did, when he told this tale, although he had told it many times before. As had shamans before him, too. For with each new year, there would be born a few new children, and so, in its time, the tale would be retold, that all should know of it.

    “Men lived in towers that reached the sky. Their work was easy, and light. They had no need to hunt, no need to sow. No need to gather fuel, and no need to war.
    The women walked as men, and did not toil, as our women toil. The children walked as men, and did not sit, as we do, around fires, in the night. For there was light, that came through iron strings, that turned night into day.”

    A gasp of perennial astonishment rippled among the audience, as they tried, and failed, to imagine this mystery.

    “Men flew like birds, through the sky,” continued the shaman. “Gleaming birds, as big as a whale. A time of wonder. A time of magic.
    With such power in their grasp, those people should still be here now. That they are not, has puzzled our tribe, for generations. For their tribe was not like ours, as we are not like them.

    There were a few, it is said, that were as we are. Light of skin, with faces similar to our own. But alongside these, were a multitude of different peoples, with different ways, and different appearances. It is uncertain how this came to be. As many things remain unclear, after so much time has passed.”

    A child squalled, briefly, as its mother shifted her position. The wind sent icy fingers through the trees. Shadows of orange and yellow played over the earnest faces, young and old, alike.

    “What is not known, is the manner of their passing. With so much, what could have happened? Our wisest men have pondered this, for generations. How Gods could vanish, leaving so few remains upon our lands. This, we may never know…”

  2. The shaman stopped, suddenly, his mouth still open, and it felt to him as if in all these years of telling, and retelling The Legend, that he had been deaf, dumb and blind. His eyes flared wide, his mouth snapped shut, and he leaped to his feet as if his years were but months. He cast his eyes around, from face to face, his breathing quickened. He raised his arms and spoke in a voice never heard before…

    “The Death claimed the Gods. The Rainbow Death! Children given the power of men. Women too. The power of men removed from men. Men loved other men, and were given power for this. Women loved other women, and were given power for this. Boys taught to love other boys and be rewarded for this. Girls too.
    The ancient laws all overturned, and made punishable.
    Enemies imported and given power over men.
    Enemies placed above the men.
    None of them wanting, any more, to hunt, build, forage or cultivate. All expecting to live without making it so. Ahhh…”

    The shaman stopped, and there was silence. The scene lay frozen, but for the flickering shadows cast by the central fire.

    The silence deepened, as the shaman saw his vision, and grasped for understanding. Finally he spoke, his voice the voice of reason, once more.

    “They died because they did not care about living. Life, to them, became so lacking in value, that they simply stopped living.”

    He stopped, again, as he decided what he must do, with this new revelation.
    Here was nothing to be revered and retold. This was ugliness beyond ugly. There was no good in it.
    It was time to let the age of wonder go. This time, forever.
    With great sadness, and great resolve, he gathered himself and spoke one last time.

    “The Gods were not Gods at all. They were less than us. They were finished with living, long before they no longer lived. They fell from The Way, and did not care. And so they died.
    This, I know, is the way of it, for I have seen it, finally.
    And so, each one of us, may give these ghosts their final rest.
    By never speaking of them again.
    Our lives are hard, and our rewards are few. We must toil to live, and live to toil.
    Yet in this, we are richer, by far, than the ancients. For we know this thing, while they allowed themselves to forget.
    So, henceforth, we will tell this tale no more. We will begin history again, and honour our own accomplishments. For it is certain, that none of the wonders the ancients possessed, could prevent their complete extinction.”

    He smiled at each face, in turn, moving slowly around the circle. Nodding to each. Taking his time.

    “This, and only this, is what is important,” he finished.

    “Our tribe. Our children. Our circle. Our fire.”