What does one do with a Woodchuck Pirate, aka Raymond J. Raupers, Jr USA?
Woodchuck has dropped comments on my blog for years. He always puts a lot of effort into it. It’s sometimes a bit lost on me contextually, but since I’ve traveled in such circles for a couple of decades, I well know that anyone’s synapse firing in the moment doesn’t always line up with my own. But, I always know when I’m dealing with a thinker, rather than a regurgitator. And there are no shortcuts in that. Take a few years of focussed effort and you might become a real thinker, rather than a regurgitator. Otherwise, I’ll always catch you pretending, and will gleefully point it out.
Raymond tosses around the 99.99% figure—as we all do—to make his distinction. He’s probably being way generous, because I doubt there are 7,000,000 (7 million) people on the planet who aren’t worthy of characterizations I’d make, that you’d chalk up as misanthropic. However, I hold out hope for some of the millions of kids in underdeveloped countries now getting on the internet, but not sacked by doG & Cuntry baggage that you all embraced out of convenience, free shit, comfort, convenience…and a burning desire to get along with people spouting bullshit.
I’m posting a comment here by Raymond from a couple of moths ago that has been on my mind; principally, because of his 2-word formulation that struck me distinctively: focussed misanthropy.
(I hope Sir Raymond excuses a bit of editing for emphasis.)
The concept you raise has many dimensions. Historical, philosophical, moral, evolutionary and devolutionary, to name a few.
The first reference visiting my mind was Thoreau’s words suggesting it was preferable to have all the meanness, than to discover someday that he had not lived. While the enemies of this paradigm seek shelter in abstract ridicule, citing fact that Thoreau was geographically positioned to escape any real bodily threat, Thoreau’s pursuit of universal truth is not derided by the cowardice and evil dimensions of collectivists who attack the periphery of individualism with the aim of hiding their fear of the core. In my opinion such behavior has evolved as status-quo “civilized” behavior of self hatred.
The civilized humans are so misidentified with their ongoing “story” construction that the opportunity of remembering true self feels like an approaching death. In kind, they repel those who violate “civilized” social norms as harbingers of death; after all, if their story isn’t real, then what is real? Self introspection is the act that true self imposes to arise, and it requires little effort to observe the methodology 99.99% of humans implement to avoid self introspection.
…Civilized humans enslave themselves with social norms to maintain the illusion of livestock gates, lest they wander into reality. The appearance of threat to the illusion of those gates, is anything that doesn’t belong (conform) inside, and they are swift to engage it with collective attack.
There is no scarcity of opportunity to awaken and arise. As pain increases despite faith in sacrificing individuals to collectivism, the herd responds violently to the personal and collective fractures that assemble into patterns with great velocity. The sky is falling and intensified measures of control must be implemented, over and over, guaranteeing insanity. There are definitely powerful systems of psychopathy effected by minorities responsible for “civilization,” but the fault and answer lies only at the individual level, where 99.99% volunteer as system slaves, ultimate prisoners who learn to love their prison(s). Conscious individuals (noble brutes) must withdraw their consent and participation because, a prison within a prison is still prison.
As folks criticize you for your personal attempts to shake the bullshit from their eyes, they are mostly demonstrating how little respect they have for their own rights. Of course, if one does not respect their own rights, it’s irrational to expect they will respect the rights of others. As devolution progresses, they will embrace every “civil” attack upon freedom that maintains their psychopathic relationship with the state. Most are life-long deniers of psychopathic relationships, attempting to hide in aversion to the obvious, thanking gods and masters for their monetary escape from real freedom.
This does not mean they aren’t very pleasant people. It just reveals how the human farming phenomenon continues unchecked, characterized by monetary war (less visible than hot war). The death count rises continually as “civilized” methodology—enhanced by technology—creates less alarm. The chain of patriotism-statism-obedience-dependence has been secured by writing a cheque to the masses (bribe for obeisance).
Examples of honest attempts to discuss this process can be found widely in art and expression of self, through form (The Art of Living). For instance, the assassin character from Apocalypse Now tells a soldier that he’s not going to find out who he’s working for “in some factory” back in the states. It seems to me that If war is not a hallmark of civilization, then what is?
It follows that civilization has never been sustainable because it is diametrically opposed to freedom. Welcome to the tax farm, make your choice to stay or go, and feel free to shake immense piles of bullshit from the eyes of the system slaves. Sooner or later you will recognize that enlightenment can not be withheld or given away, and brutality is the weapon of cowards who gave up long ago. They are not victims. There are no victims. It is irrelevant whether the wounds someone receives are inflicted by the unconscious behavior of “civilized” folks, or chaos itself. Personally, I prefer the wounds of unconscious behavior, especially my own. Chaos is boring and sometimes insulting, such as the scene in Apocalypse Now where the boat Captain looks down at his chest and mutters “a spear.” Not perfectly chaotic, but close enough to ruin his personal “story” expectations of dying in Cambodia.
The important thing is to live deliberately and pursue infinite truth. The promise of an inevitable rescue by death is guaranteed. I for one have found no evidence within me that ever-lasting life is avoidable. I reject faith in all forms. Fear remains stripped from me by chronic daily pain. My perception is that the human life-form is over-rated. People still mess with me, and for the most part I discard the events, as opportunity costs are paid by myself. Generally this leaves an element of paranoia within the aggressors, which can be tapped long-term by pen. They’ve earned their paranoia, and I will do nothing to relieve them of it. Fear, ego has got nothing to do with me. If it did, I’d be setting in a jail cell building strategy to maintain control over the courtyard hierarchy, executing all in my way. I am for the living, let the dying bury the dead.
There remains an important paradigm to guide one amidst the herd, and that is the observation that the noble brute knows who he is without ever considering the needs of others. In contrast, the “civilized” person never recognizes himself, except when reflected in the eyes of others. The distinction is consciousness. Civilization exists only through destruction of consciousness. Unconscious behavior has serious results in the real world, which guarantees collapse, to fulfill the minority interest and refresh the herd. The minority orchestrates this process as and through the art of dying. I’ve withdrawn consent and participation long ago, through focused misanthropy.
For an accurate prognosis based on current events, I recommend the movie Idiocracy. I find misanthropic art the best practice in erasing the myth that humans are special. I am not special. Fuck the self-professed special people; there’s too many of them to be anything but mediocre. It’s much more satisfying to observe the vulnerability of congress-critters squirming under gray-haired masks of superiority, while a black hole at the center of the milky way waits to strip their true self from form. This “civilized” world may be populated by monsters, but they can’t recognize the silent, conscious, noble brute that walks among them.
The Hollywood zombie stories have it deliberately wrong. The zombies prey upon themselves. Zombieism is the normal status-quo. It’s not something that will outbreak. The congress-critters and their owners are equally infected. As the law of exponents is now washing the stench of civilization from the globe, I prefer to expect a final collapse and return to evolution. This is my last tour of duty in human life-form and if I didn’t have children I could care less. But then every human lifespan is mercifully short and I hope their tour of duty is as productive as mine. That’s their choice.
I could write on this topic forever, but I’ve given up most of my flair for shaking bullshit from the eyes of the faithful. I’ve taken to writing lyrics and continue to pursue my goal of DIY record label Woodchuck Pirate Productions. None of these elements of form (the art of living) could assemble from my personal lifespan choices without the blessing of pain and brutal assault from my childhood to current day.
In conclusion on this topic I would like to recommend the new self-titled debut album of Tau Cross on Relapse Records. This is recommended to anyone walking the fringe of the zombie infected system slaves. At the fringe there remains opportunity to leap between segments of fractured ice comprising monetary hell, historically called civilization. The opportunity, by definition, is not collective. The monetary hell will only expire through evolution (preceded by current devolution). I celebrate the devolution from a reasonable distance, straight-edged and focused.
I do not lift a finger to impede the slaughter of zombie versus zombie.
They do not belong to me. The devil knows his own, or so they say.
I spent some time in sleeplessness figuring this post. I wrote this in a Facebook entry.
A point of order for friends, family, followers…wherever you may be.
A good friend of mine, Erwan LeCorre—the Frenchman founder of #MovNat was once asked about me from someone else.
“Just don’t get yourself fucked up with Richard.”
It makes me laf and cry at the same time. I practice what a commenter on my blog once called “focussed misanthropy.” Am I a misanthrope generally? No, no more than I’m a nihilist. I’m a social being who loves people just like anyone else. Unless you’re a psychopath or sociopath, you just can’t help it.
The difference with me is that I see the liaisons of life as a continuum of ebb, flow, feast, famine, failure, success, bounty and paucity.
Friends and allies are a commodity. There’s an endless supply, but just like fruit, you should pick and chose the best. And sometimes, shit goes rotten. Maybe you go rotten.
I don’t begrudge that. But what I will not do is sacrifice my 25 years of keen reading and learning, all the way back to Socrates, Plato, and Aristotle—heavy on enlightenment thinkers—and pretend that I don’t think some other person, regardless of standing in my life, is anything but ignorant in context of the subject matter—being plain fucktarded: in application of some regurgitate flavor of the day for mass consumption.
I never try to just get along. I have, at times, created far more antagonism than was justified, but I often just shut the fuck up, too, and it’s only me who deals with my own conscience on that score.
At root, I take life as my one shot to live it for its own sake, for better or worse. I have no interest in heaven.
I prefer life: making the heavens, and suffering the hells, as I create them right in front of me, and live it for the betters and the worses.
But I’ll always adore certain people no matter what they think of me, and while it may be presumptuous to say that they were ‘tried by my fire,’ it is, still, my life and I can like them if I want.