If you’re into doom, this is one of the best cases I’ve seen made for it. Maybe the scientific basis for the Book of Revelation. Do not watch if you are on the edge. (Actually maybe it’ll give you a sense of peace as there’s not much you can do about it.)

The most retarded thing I've seen is people pretending Jimmy Kimmel was some kind of free thinking dissident, speaking truth to power who was silenced. He was paid millions to lie, demonize and ridicule innocent people who didn't want to be injected with pharma conglomerate poison! He was the lowest form of "comedian", one who punched down and mocked actual dissenters on behalf of the regime. His firing was not only long overdue, but the mildest of rebukes. Alex Jones was sued into oblivion, Donald Trump deplatformed and shot, Charlie Kirk murdered. Kimmel is free to podcast, post on social media, advocate for withholding life-saving medical treatment from the unvaccinated from the street corner. The millions he received for doing regime-approved propaganda on publicly-owned airwaves is not being clawed back. Sorry, I know it’s a lot of posts on Kimmel. But he is one of the public figures I MOST despised, and that’s saying a lot in my case. I need to just post through the schadenfreuede.

Funny thing is he didn’t even get fired for his opinions. He was *broadcasting* lies over the public airwaves at the behest of pharma and the globalist regime. He was an apparatchik, an operative, a propagandist, not a comedian with dissident opinions. View quoted note →

Running is spiritual warfare. If done correctly, i.e., with focus on the discomfort rather than escape into wishing it were over with, it re-wires your mind. The key IMO is to ask little of yourself, say two miles 11-12 min pace for me, maybe longer and/or faster for younger people/people with slighter builds. It’s uncomfortable because it’s running, but it’s not hard. The goal is a constant tolerable pain level you can face and don’t need to turn away from. The ache in your foot, the sore back, tight chest, weak knee, tight hamstring, whatever. It’s unpleasant, but low-level, something the mind badly wants to stop, but the body doesn’t mind that much. You are not injured, just a little uncomfortable. And because the ask is modest, you don’t need to fight it. You can suffer through it completely because you know it’s tolerable, no matter how much the mind wants to be anywhere else but in the body. Bonus if you have your shirt off and are getting paid in photons. Double bonus if you stretch for five minutes afterwards while leaning on a tree (earthing.) That tree near the track has become a good friend of mine. (Even though I think “climate change” is a scam, and the “green agenda” a scourge, I am a tree hugger at heart.)

going to the track in a bit to burn off some bad karma

The left has zero ground to stand on re free speech or “cancel culture”. It’s basically just a discussion among everyone else where you draw the line between what’s government infringement and what’s legitimate private action taken for profit motive. Anyone on the left should just hope they are more 100x principled and just than they were.

Kimmel was a "comedian" in the way Fauci was a "doctor." Yes, at one point that might have been what they were doing, but now they work for the machine.

I will defend Jimmy Kimmel’s right to advocate for pharma-compliance-based discrimination from any street corner he wants to preach it. But good riddance to that douchebag propagandist from the airwaves.

EU admits mRNA injections were released without "complete" safety data.

Wrote this three and a half years ago — think it’s relevant today: BELIEF I used to wonder why people went to war over religion. So what if you bow to the elephant with 17 heads, and I worship a burning bush? Why does anyone care? But that was before I read Charles Peirce’s “Fixation Of Belief.” In it he argues being uncertain, i.e., having a doubt, is a kind of discomfort or dissatisfaction. It’s unpleasant and irritating not to know, and just like an itch calls out for a scratch, a doubt calls out for its own kind of relief. That relief comes in the form of a belief. A belief fills the uncomfortable void of doubt and puts one at ease — at least with respect to that particular decision or uncertainty. In my prior job, this dynamic could not have been clearer to me. The phone lines would light up during our “Chances To Win” radio segment wherein I would speculate on each caller’s likelihood of getting enough points (or his opponent failing to get enough) on Monday Night Football. Never mind the callers knew I was just making it up, and never mind that the game would go as it was always going to go, and nothing I said could change that. They lined up to hear their odds so they could quantify and therefore affix a belief to their chances, replacing the void of nebulous doubt and anxiety. Virtually no segment on the entire channel received so many calls. If uncertainty for a few hours about one week of fantasy football could motivate so many to queue up on the off chance we’d get to their call, imagine the stakes when we’re talking about religion! Religion spans the gamut from how the universe came to be to where you might spend eternity. From the meaning of life to the proper way to raise your children. The doubt religion placates runs deeper than the Marianas Trench. Man has historically gone to great lengths and suffered immensely to affix durable religious beliefs over the cavernous uncertainties in his soul. So if you, seemingly prosperous, intelligent and healthy person differ from me in certain core beliefs, you are a threat. Not only to turn others against me, but worse, to erode the beliefs I took such pains to affix over the dreaded void in my soul. If what you believe might be true, then what I believe might be false. And *might be* is a massive problem because it takes from me the hard-earned certainty that undergirds my entire life’s purpose. Unless I upend my entire worldview (something of which few are capable/willing), I have no other choice but to destroy you. But because my self-identification as a good person forbids violence except in self-defense, first I must conjure up some grave offense you have committed against me. I am not thinking this consciously — in my mind, I am merely responding to an acute threat I feel in my bones and revulsion I experience when confronted with your unbelievably selfish and evil beliefs. The stakes are so high my brain manufactures the offense effortlessly. Your views are a violation, your existence a problem, and if I can’t kill you, at least I can shut you up or see to it you are excommunicated and viewed as a terrible person to whom no one would listen. In 2022, at least in the west, many people do not subscribe to what we think of as religions per se. They might be nominally Catholic or Jewish, but those traditions only peripherally inform the most important pillars of their reality. Instead, many take their worldviews from their social, economic and political tribes, where things like for whom you voted, your views on masking or whether you took Pfizer’s latest have bizarrely become meaningful. (The particulars of what has significance are often dictated by mass media, and they could be, and increasingly are, arbitrary.) It sounds insane, but merely hearing that someone does not believe the new Pfizer shots are necessary, or that one prefers a different politician in office will often be perceived as a grave offense. “You are killing people with this tweet,” seems correct not because there is good (or any) evidence of a tweet killing people, but because “killing people” is the only language strong enough to match the emotion felt by the person reading it. When we realize what’s at stake in this battle of worldviews — the fixation of beliefs to stem the dreadful uncertainty in a time of rapid and unsettling change, during which there has been a collapse of trust in institutions and an information ecosystem so polarized people often cannot even agree on the most basic premises — seemingly insane and inexplicable behavior makes more sense. The person seeking to destroy you is revealing his own desperation. He needs to reaffirm his increasingly fragile sense of the world, and he feels he’s being righteous not only for himself but by protecting the epistemic foundations of his likeminded peers. He is on a crusade of sorts. The tell for religious fanatics on a crusade is that the end always justifies the means, for the end is the glory of God, so to speak, the triumph of what’s right and true and necessary, lest the whole world be plunged into the darkness, and by the darkness, I mean unfathomable, awesome, soul-destroying doubt from which we desperately seek r(b)elief. If someone makes false claims about others, advocates for censorship, or argues others must be coerced to take medicine for the greater good, it is a tell. The reason citizens in western democracies have rights is precisely that this religious mindset, to which people are prone, has historically caused so much damage. Rights act as a failsafe, firm lines which, no matter the urgency of the cause, must not be crossed. In the end, we all want to assuage our doubts. We all want to be correct about our worldviews and the moral frameworks that allow us to view ourselves sympathetically. We want to feel good about ourselves, while navigating our lives in uncertain times. But the difference between an earnest, openminded person and a dangerous fanatic is the willingness to suffer doubt, to face the anxiety that arises when others have different, even what we deem counterproductive or abhorrent, views. That doesn’t mean anyone likes it — tolerant people are invested in their beliefs too — but the threat to his worldview by competing ones is a discomfort to be borne by him, not a scourge by which to be offended and marked for eradication. Tolerance, then, is literally a kind of emotional pain tolerance — the capacity to suffer through the prospect of doubt rather than stamping it out at all costs. And discomfort notwithstanding, an encounter with a dissident view is also an opportunity to ask oneself an important question, perhaps the most important if one wants to adapt and survive in the real world rather than simply optimize for emotional comfort: What if I’m wrong?

One thing I like about Trump is he is a player character, he has his views and his vision. He might be wrong, he might be gauche, but he is a person. And he is trying to do things as he sees fit. Like he’s been talking about unfair trade practices and tariffs for decades. Whether that will help or hurt, I don’t know. But it’s his vision. This is actually an exception for politicians. Mostly they are NPCs, playing a role at the behest of someone else, part of a bureaucracy that is angling for “the greater good” as defined by itself, i.e., usually what perpetuates its own power. If you want a country that favors the individual, you are better off with a leader who is one, however flawed, than a leader who is not, however polished.

The constitution, the Bible, works of stoicism, Austrian economics, they are all just maps, provisional (and often useful), but not the territory. Once you familiarize yourself with the actual terrain, you might glance at the map as needed to re-orient yourself, but mostly it’s folded and put away.

Relatedly my friend posted this on other social media I’m not on (wife sent it to me):

Too many established facts unaccounted for by the official narratives. Too many demonstrable lies. The conspiracy theorists might sometimes be wrong in the specifics, but they are 100 right to question the transparently bad explanations we’ve been given. My question was whether this questioning itself has now become something to exploit on purpose, that crumbs are dropped, falsehoods allowed by design. View quoted note →

I'm getting a bit of conspiracy theory fatigue. Every major event like this JFK/9/11/Vegas shooting/Trump assassination attempt/Kirk assassination just has endless loose ends, unanswered questions, unexplained facts. It’s almost like a huge part of the psyop is to make everyone waste their time becoming online detectives. It’s like fucking Wordle for critical thinkers. New puzzle every few months.