Highlights From My Road Trip
Blogging Has Turned for Me
Blogging has turned for me from something that was once a core part of my life—and this is rather serious and important to me, because I’ve been doing it for now 22 or 23 years, and I was very productive at it for a long time. I mean, I maintained a rate of a post a day. But in the last few years, and especially the last few months or so—maybe the last year—it’s just become different for me.
I think about it a lot, but I think for me it’s that what I read or filter through in the various print and video media… it’s at the point where I can get up in the morning and scan through X (or maybe even Facebook, to a lesser extent, but the X feed), and it’s like, OK. Here’s another post about the same thing. Here’s another post about the same thing. Here’s another post about the same thing. Here’s another post on the same thing. And it is… it is… I just get this crushing sort of feeling that I am just wasting my time even looking, because nobody is being creative in the slightest bit or trying to make a new take.
But there’s one part of that I understand: it’s the antagonism over the last many years, and it goes back even before the Covid idiocracy and beyond. I think it goes back to Brexit and Trump in 2015-2016, where the world just went insane. They thought, oh, we’ve got this nailed, but they’re all fucktards. The problem is, you can’t rule the world by being a fucktard, and especially you can’t rule the world by being a stupid feminist cunt or by being a male who’s trying to get pussy by emulating being a stupid feminist cunt that they will like.
That just is never going to work, you know? And it got so bad they were like, oh, let’s take children and cut off their dicks and make them females, or cut off their breasts and make them males, and cut off the skin of their arms and make a dick. That’s how literally bad it got—to the point where at the highest levels in government, you had people advocating that, with medical establishments and people standing up talking about how much money you can make doing this shit.
And now the tide has turned, thanks to Donald Trump, but you still have, in this day and age, people who have not gotten the memo yet—have not gotten the memo yet. You have what I call now Eurodorks. The USA is gonna get it, and it starts happening right after America’s foray into Venezuela, where without a single casualty, they scooped up the head of state and his wife. So what do your dorks do? Eurodorks say, “USA is gonna have a dictator,” blah blah.
So that’s my introduction, and now I’m gonna tell you—I’m just gonna show you a little bit about my last couple weeks on social media. This is a Sunday post, so that means it’s for paid members only. I make no distinction except Monday through Friday is free for everyone; Saturday and Sunday, it’s for members only. But here’s the bright side: if you follow me on Facebook and X, then you can get all this stuff free because I post it. I post typically several times—up to a dozen or more per day—on Facebook and X. OK, but now here’s my roundup from the last few weeks.
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