Permanent Crisis Is The New Normal — Prosper Anyway #3 — Navigating The Fearful Billions

Permanent Crisis Is The New Normal — Prosper Anyway #2 — Fear Of Missing Out (FOMO)

In This Issue In The Continuing Series:

  • Walk Away
  • Gently Cause People To Feel Stupid And Lose Sleep
  • Stop Defending Yourself, Denying Charges, And Apologizing
  • Imposing Costs Upon The Stupid Who Need To Lose Sleep Over That
  • Getting Knocked Out Cold In Phuket Because I Will Not Comply
  • Fight Club Is A Better Metaphor Than The Matrix
  • Getting Your Thinking Primed For Prosperity In Spite Of All The Crisis Bullshit

Walk Away

What I left for curiosity in a recent post about Eugene from Canada kicking me out of the universe is how I handled it. I wanted you to imagine what I might have done.

I turned and walked away without a word. My tendencies to vitriol are well known as style and schtick on this blog. Unless in extremis, it’s not how I deal with people face-to-face unless they’re cowering—in which case, I’m your average, run-of-the-mill predator who sees prey.

In an enlightened-human context, I hold many principles but in this specific context, two of them are most pertinent.

  1. Anyone has the right to not be associated with me in any way
  2. What anyone thinks of me is none of my business

I submit those as good principles to hold, because adhering to them will usually keep you out of the nightly news. I was moderately inebriated at the time, but I still stuck with them rather than go off, based solely upon emotional outrage.

Yea, I was outraged. That outrage was emotion. You’re supposed to be a man (or a thoughtful woman) and reign in that shit. No fucking excuses.

In the specific case, it was me who approached him. It matters not what his reason is for wanting me to get away. It’s an absolute right to my mind and compliance is as simple as backing away. He stated his reason but, it could have been anything in the word—though it’s difficult for me to imagine a more stupid one.

Gently Cause People To Feel Stupid And Lose Sleep

I have not always been gentle about it and part of whatever notoriety I posses amongst the washed and righteous is owed to that.

We’re all suckers for catharsis.

I struggle with alternatives. With better effectiveness. I’m neither interested in pussy-footing or murder-death-kill, figuratively. Years ago, arguments from the leftish side of the political spectrum were largely putative. Lots of question-begging assuming of the premise rather than making an argument for it, but at least the premises employed had tinges of plausibility on the surface.

My tactic was to call them morons and fucktards, shoot a few premise-falsifying facts, and dismiss them.

“You’ve surpassed my casting pearls before swine threshold” was a favorite.

Are you getting a sense of how caring I am?

That has all or mostly changed in very good ways. Change it up, go with it. I’ll elaborate.

Another “famous” hand-drawn. Signed.

The x-axis is not nearly long enough to include all of the increasingly-hysterical, divorced from all reality or evidence epithets courtesy of the “science-based” left.

I should have included “science denier” for those who BELIEVE!!! “the science” and “the experts,” a very blatant contradiction in terms.

The right tends to be more simple and basic: you’re immoral, wicked, corrupt, evil, etc. I prefer that. It’s centuries in its formation and everyone already knows how to roll their eyes when it’s so important to those invoking, so mundane to you. And we tend to get along anyway, swimmingly. Block parties and backyard BBQs go a long way. Not anymore, science denier transphobe white supremacist!

Personally, I’m more about: stupid, idiot, moron, retard, fucktard, etc. I’m generally apolitical and ideologically agnostic. I can say it to both the left or the right, believer or atheist. Carnivore or vegan.

What’s noteworthy now, is how it has all become increasingly hysterical over decades—evincing the plain spectacle of the-boy-who-cried-wolf elements in play whilst everyone is still crying and shrieking. In other words, the boy who cried wolf no longer has any feedback mechanism whatsoever.

Stop Defending Yourself, Denying Charges, And Apologizing

All any of that sort of drivel does is mark you as prey and they will pick your bones. I’ve come to the point where I simply admit and confirm all epithetic charges and ask, “ok, so now what?”

Remember: what anyone else thinks of you is none of your business.

Up until the 1980s and even into the mid-1990s there was plausible disagreement and arguments were often worth having. Persuasion was possible. Increasingly, it’s no longer a playing field where you can count on or assume another’s good will, honesty, or integrity. Now, you just have to make them feel stupid and count on them losing sleep over it. Hell, J.K. Rowling got cancelled a few years ago for daring to affirm the scientific fact of gender in the species. Dave Chappelle is in the process of being cancelled for his final Netflix special, The Closer. I watched it. Pluses and minuses, but its value is in observing how it can make the “woke” lose their shit so easily. It’s simply an example of the sorts who need to be made to feel stupid and lose sleep over it. The point Chappelle made pretty well is that you deal with others as individuals, not as parties to some group that holds some nebulous sway over you.

I speak imperfectly to the practice of making people feel stupid beginning at 4:11 in this video.

Imposing Costs Upon The Stupid Who Need To Lose Sleep Over That

You can post and argue endlessly on the Internet and never impose a true cost upon anyone.

That makes you the fool.

As per the previous section, you can impose the cost upon others of feeling stupid, resulting in sleep loss if you get somewhat effective at doing that. Still, it’s probably, at best, a loss leader. You’re still in the red in terms of your time and effort. Even for me, a guy who does make an income off this blog. And, since deleting all social media and further, accounting for the costs, everything is now channeled into this right here, this blog. The content I create is to my benefit and the benefit of my subscribers and nobody else. Liberating.

It’s difficult to impose any sorts of freedom constraints or financial costs upon others: you can’t lock them up or steal their money for being stupid.

What can you do?

Impose an opportunity cost.

Opportunity costs represent the potential benefits an individual, investor, or business misses out on when choosing one alternative over another.

https://www.investopedia.com/terms/o/opportunitycost.asp

You can even do this as a troll with the most ideologically stupid. It’s as simple as figuring out what they really want, them imply you have the means to offer a fulfillment of that dream. Watch how almost every time, their ideas really mean nothing to them and they’ll whore themselves away in a microsecond for the right offer.

On the more mundane side, you can be totally legit about it. But that requires that you actually have a no-shit proposition that would require them to leave their poor ideology and take it up. The point is not that’s how to change the world in your favor, but the realization of how ridiculously easy it would be to do if you only had the means. Everything’s for sale, everyone’s a whore?

Notice how there are NONE of the big charity-conglomerates who do anything but further push Marxist-Socialist-Globalist-Collectivist-Leftist BULLSHIT ad nauseum.

The reason I bring it up is that it’s a good mind experiment in terms of understanding just how little your interlocutors have true courage of conviction. Almost nobody does. Witness how people are caving right and left daily over getting an experimental medical procedure because daddy government and their neighbors admonish them to—or they want to TRAVEL!!!—implying there’ll be hell to pay if they don’t cooperate, a word that is amongst the most euphemistically employed in all of English.

Getting Knocked Out Cold In Phuket Because I Will Not Comply

Don’t do this at home.

It’s better to find a way where you can maintain your honest integrity without the risks I’ve taken on and paid the price.

Here’s a link to the 2-minute private YouTube CCTV footage of the incident.

Quick backstory: I’ve been cold-cocked twice. The first time was when living in Mexico, tip of Baja, in an off-grid community of leftist soccer-mom types and their cuckolds. I dared to scoff at one cunt who was claiming that to truly know if the brewing tropical storm would affect us badly, we had to consult Mexican Meteorology, not just meteorology—and she provided translation services. Her boy snuck up behind me and delivered a roundhouse forearm to the throat.

The second was here in Rawai, Phuket just a few months back (photo and video link above). Just a few months after my 60th. In this case, I was chatting up bar girls as I’ve done since I first acquired the habit in 1984 in Olongapo City, Philippines and beginning 1986; Pattaya Beach, Thailand. I love it and it’s fun. The bar girls are typically sexy, delightful, and sporting.

An Australian couple in their 20s—here to train Muay Thai Boxing—took umbrage to my exchange with the bar wenches. Told me to leave (after I was already on my motorcycle as you can see in the video). After refusing but remaining to chat, she initiated the first right-jab cold-cock as I’m sitting on my motorbike, both hands on the handles. This gave her pussy-boy cuckold license to knock me out cold via 3 right hooks that I do not remember. I was out for about 10 minutes, I’m told. I woke up face down in coagulating blood that was curiously, beautifully deep red. The ambulance people were lifting me up. I regained my whereabouts, asked them to let me go, and I drove home.

A few days later, the local Thai police nabbed them. They were encouraged cooperate and offer me the equivalent of about $3,000 to end the civil part of it—and all their peacock-tatted Muay Thai buddies rushed to ATM machines.

I’ve reflected on both of the foregoing incidents quite a bit, especially the last one (in the first, the guy was drunk; the last one, no…they’re SJW…so worse). You can’t find shit on the Internet anymore since everything is so Googleized and Algorithmized to make money by advertisements, but I recall seeing a quote way back by Anthony Bourdain—who was training MMA—along the lines of getting punched in the face giving you some clarity about life.

Yep.

Fight Club Is A Better Metaphor Than The Matrix

Fight Club is an interesting film in that it exposes very handily the sort of social conformity and ad-crap to which we’re all so susceptible. As film and literature go, it’s often useful to use archetypes as characters in order to clearly distinguish them from average people with a handful of bad tendencies. It’s helpful to see how circumstances play out in dramatic fashion for totally good and virtuous people vs. totally bad and evil ones. Or, just in the roles they play—where whatever role is played, it’s all in every time.

That said, I only truly enjoy the first 20-30 minutes of Fight Club. Beyond that, for me, it devolves into off-the-rails cultish nihilism and complete irrationality and psychosis. Leave it to Hollywood and the moron public to make a cult hero out of a deranged psychopath.

…But at least it’s not Sci-Fi

The Narrator, an automobile recall specialist, is unfulfilled by his job and possessions and suffers from chronic insomnia. To cure this, he attends support groups, posing as a sufferer of diseases. His bliss is disturbed when another impostor, Marla Singer, begins attending the same groups. The two agree to split which groups they attend.

On a flight home from a business trip, the Narrator meets soap salesman Tyler Durden. The Narrator returns home to find his apartment and all his belongings have been destroyed by an explosion. Disheartened by the loss of his material goods, he calls Tyler and they meet at a bar. Tyler tells him he is trapped by consumerism. In the parking lot, he asks the Narrator to hit him, and they have a fistfight.

The Narrator moves into Tyler’s home, a large dilapidated house in an industrial area. They have further fights outside the bar, which attract growing crowds of men. The fights move to the bar’s basement where the men form Fight Club, which routinely meets.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fight_Club

It’s not as though the “what’s the true meaning of life?” theme is anything new. It’s how it’s done in the first 30-minutes of the film. I can’t think of anything that so illustrates the deep desire of so many to be perceived as victims of something—in one, another, or any way at all. So if you’re at all conscious and astute, you must come away with the sense that it’s not at all about what sort of victim is of importance, but that it’s being a victim, per se—and that it’s enhanced if the characterization happens to be a popular, en vogue sort of victimhood, such that the being attains attention, notoriety, and even awards that’re essentially unearned through any sort of effort, hard work, thinking, integrating, or courage on their part whatsoever.

This is a growing segment of the world in which nearly all of us live now, with increasingly fewer paradise destinations. And Covid has so far killed most of the long-standing ones, including Thailand where I live—a faint shadow of what it used to be…even compared to my visits in the 80s and 90s when the population was 9 times poorer according to World Bank numbers.

Getting Your Thinking Primed For Prosperity In Spite Of All The Crisis Bullshit

This series moves onto the practical soon enough but you can’t fucking fake it.

You need to STOP wasting the seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years of you life hoping or struggling for CHANGE!!! and that goes for all of you, left and right. Social Media, Fox News, CNN, MSNBC, et al, are all exactly the same in this regard. There is zero difference at this fundamental level between Sean Hannity and Keith Olbermann.

Why ought you give a fuck that some idiot down the street has football-bat-ideas if their little shop has your favorite coffee? Or, it makes the best BLT, pastrami, or burger you ever tasted? A big part of the morass on all sides is that we’re becoming societies with too much time on our hands. All of us, not just the right or left. We’re fucking bored; Netflix and PornHub are not enough.

Those who aren’t out working and struggling to create something for others and society eventually get bored and it doesn’t matter what sort of stupid shit that gives them dopamine hits of quisi-orgasmic satisfaction, they’ll eventually be out there spouting shit to stir up shit soon enough.

They’re not busy; don’t have to be.

It’s not really any more complex than that. Do a mental exercise. Suppose there was zero food for any person on earth for 3 days—72 hours. Imagine how all the issues on social media and cable news would be playing out—if there was even anyone much participating or watching by that point. This exercise provides insight into how abject and utter shallowness dominates our daily lives.

Yes, it dominates our daily lives, exacerbated by social media and cable news. One cooked-up crisis after another to keep your attention focussed, create socio-political wedges, and keep everyone engaged and at each-other’s throats.

Let the ad revenue flow.

I’m not suggesting you go out and get punched in the face or take the red pill. Hell, take the blue if that’s your thing. What you can’t really escape, though, is a complete lack of meaningful purpose. Ennui sets in. Before you know it, you’re a social-media warrior and cable-news binger; you’re wasting the times of your life.

And it doesn’t matter what you do, so long as you’re striving to create something for others and society. You’re moving the needle forward.

…I was chatting with someone I’d told about this blog, he’d had a look. Most creators of written words and video are single-issue folks. They blog or video about one thing: be it politics, social issues, food, diet, health, travel, or etc. I’m sort of polymath in all of them and more, with 5,000 posts to prove it. That’s me. A bit audacious, if I do say so myself.

But, that is what it takes for me to write as consistently and prolifically as I do. I could not ever be one of those single-thing folks who has to contrive increasingly banal and mundane bullshit on a daily basis to continue captivating an audience of hypnotized sheep.

Where those folks stive to capture a share of a specific market, I strive to write what happens to interest me on any given day, figuring there might be at least a few thousand people in the world willing to pony up for my unique and eclectic style.

And I never worry about anyone else.

Not my business.


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4 Comments

  1. Alan Andersen on October 27, 2021 at 01:36

    Regarding that Eugene guy telling you to “stay away from me,” I reread that post and noted it was in a public bar and you walked up to him. He says “stay away from me.” OK, fine so far. You walk away. Good move. For that one time. Keep the peace. Cut him some slack. But what if he then walks around to other locations in the bar? Is it your obligation to always keep moving to stay away from him? I have this problem with the Covidians. I feel that it is HIS obligation to stay away from YOU if he is afraid. When I’m in a store, I don’t maintain a six feet distance from other people because I don’t care. I figure it is their obligation to move away from me if they are the ones who are afraid.

    PS – That link to the private YouTube won’t let me watch it. Says its private. No big deal. I feel like I may have already seen it some time ago.

    • Richard Nikoley on October 27, 2021 at 07:16

      It’s really quite something. It’s like someone walking around wildly swinging their fists about, admonishing all within earshot to keep away.

  2. paul paul on October 28, 2021 at 20:52

    There are two videos that I’m using with a certain degree of success in deprogramming my sheep-bot friends, and explaining them that it’s not about the disease.

    One is “Blockchain: Life on the Ledger” from 2018: https://youtu.be/JzrFAHwrhVc

    And the second one is more recent, “Econocide – Understanding supply chains and mandates” https://www.bitchute.com/video/lLZXQy1gn1d2/

    They are effective because most sheep-bots are fascinated with blockchain and fancy themselves as economists or entrepreneurs.

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