THE SINKING SHIP

by Mr. Mean-Spirited

Have I got a metaphor for you, asshole.

We all know that Western civilization is going down. America is a sinking ship. Let me say that again: America is a sinking ship. Yeah, yeah, we’ve all heard that same figure of speech for years and years. You keep hearing the comparison because – deep down – you know that the country is just about to be submerged.

When the ship of state is taking on water, there is only one course of action. You cannot repair anything. You need to abandon ship, not try to save the vessel. The worst thing that you can do is to try and patch a sinking ship. Fixes won’t work, mends will only create more holes and make things worse – and, most dangerous of all, renovation work will only delay your own escape.

The sooner you decide to get off the ship, the more likely you find fully-provisioned life boat. The sooner you abscond, the better your chances of getting a life raft all to yourself. The sooner you get away from the vessel, the faster you will make your way to dry land.

You are not to blame for any of this. You did not cause the ship to go under – you did not bring about this disaster. Just as was beyond your control stop the collision, so it is not your responsibility to save anyone else in this calamity.

You don’t ever want to warn the rest of the passengers. The more people rushing toward the lifeboats will only reduce your own chances of getting away. The populace is doomed no matter what; there won’t be enough life rafts for all of them anyway. Their survival is not your concern. Their demise is their own business. Your only objective is to get the hell away. Saving yourself is all that matters.

You want to be off that doomed vessel before anyone else realizes what is happening. Don’t raise an alarm; just slip over the side before anyone notices.

ARM YOURSELF AGAINST THE ADVANCING REFUGEES

by Mr. Mean-Spirited

 



French President François Hollande vowed that the “fight will be merciless” against the Muslim terrorists. President Hollande pledged that the retaliation would be “pitiless.” Fair enough. I know how that promise can be kept in full; I’ve even seen the successful results when it was used against Marxist insurgents in Latin America.  

The institutions of the state are what caused the problem of Islamic immigration in the first place. No matter how many murders the refugees might commit, you are never going to hear politicians admit that they made a mistake. Only an entity completely outside the system will be ruthless enough to correct things. Government cannot fix things; only armed vigilantes can put an end to this. The legal establishment is absolutely ineffective; only an extrajudicial movement will be able to alter the social dynamics.

Only individual citizens acting independently can put a stop against Islamic terrorism. Only a civilian militia can act with enough flexibility to destroy these Muslim invaders. The only means of striking against the Islamists will be through paramilitary death squads. The only manner that Islamic infiltration can be stopped is with right-wing death squads.

These Islamic attacks are going to continue. Whenever you hear of another Muslim massacre anywhere in the world, there is one thing that you must always do. Buy guns. If you don’t own a handgun, buy a weapon immediately. If you already own a firearm, purchase another. If you are fortunately enough to own an arsenal, then buy more ammunition. You can never have enough ammo. You will need to defend yourself soon enough.

If the Muslims are going to execute hostages one-by-one, then you need to carry a weapon everywhere. You never know when immigrants might try to assault you. If there are Muslims in the neighborhood, then you are going to want to carry a gun with you whenever you leave home.

The humanitarians are always going to tell you that Muslims are peaceful, no matter how many atrocities they commit in the name of Mohammad. You are going to need a death squad to protect yourself against the “religion of peace.”

THE LONE WOLF AS A HARBINGER

by Mr. Mean-Spirited



Sometimes my thinking takes a darker turn. I keep hearing government officials describe Lone Wolf attacks as the growing threat to the system in the next few years – but, to me, that sounds like a damn good thing. I have come to believe that Lone Wolf retaliation may well be the only way out of this mess. Because the solitary resister always alarms and agitates the ruling class, perhaps the only means of defeating bureaucratic injustice is through non-bureaucratic attacks. 

Let me define just what the do-gooders find so threatening: the Lone Wolf is exactly what you might expect, a solitary figure bent on destroying the existing order, but the twist comes out of the fact that that both the precise manner and also the particular target of all that destruction are going to be completely idiosyncratic. Nothing terrifies the hierarchal establishment as much as leaderless resistance.  

Lone Wolf attacks begin as an act of retribution. The Lone Wolf might well destroy the liberal elite exactly because he never intended any such thing. The Lone Wolf just wanted to get even. Period. An act of solitary revenge against a definite commercial enterprise often has a way of weakening the entire industry. Personal vengeance against a specific member of the ruling class often results in eradicating high society altogether. Leaderless resistance is private matter – that somehow gets out-of-hand.

Lone Wolf attacks are a matter of self-worth. An individual becomes a Lone Wolf out of disgust with the world A man goes it alone when he just can’t put-up with things any longer. The most essential aspect of the Lone Wolf incident is not what actually might be done against the governing elite, but how becoming a Lone Wolf benefits the assailant himself. Becoming a complete Loner is really a matter of self-respect.   

An embittered man does not join a collective army and accept orders on the remote chance of overturning a totalitarian system. Quite the reverse, only an individual citizen taking independent action might have the possibility of overturning a repressive institution.

Lone Wolf attacks penetrate to the source. The Lone Wolf is far more than just a violent avenger – although he is certainly that – but his actions cut deeper: leaderless resistance ultimately pierces the worldview that created the society in the first place. Although the Lone Wolf might first strike against the actual foundation of the headquarters of the secret police, his assault ends-up damaging the ideological underpinnings of state security. Although the Lone Wolf might initially target a country’s communication infrastructure, his devastation ultimately challenges the cultural norms for all social interaction. Although the Lone Wolf might initially scheme against a particular banking institution, his assault results in endangering the entire economic system.

Lone Wolf attacks are always unpredictable. Lone Wolf attacks cannot ever be prevented by government surveillance. The Lone Wolf doesn’t even know what the fuck he is going to do next, so there is no way that law-enforcement monitoring is going to provide any useful information. Such solitary attacks will never endanger the established order because of the relative damage that such an individual attacker could perpetrate – no, the Lone Wolf will prove victorious as a result of the fact that the carnage is completely impulsive. It is not the actual bloodshed that can defeat the established order, but the erratic nature of the mayhem.  

The nation state cannot prepare for innumerable solitary assailants. No matter how many scenarios the authorities might simulate, the establishment cannot have devised countermeasures for every conceivable assault. The more the government officials try to prevent Lone Wolf attacks, the easier the bureaucrats make it for something novel to be successful.

Lone Wolf attacks are psychological warfare. Ultimately, leaderless resistance is not just a demoralizing attack upon the ruling class, but an assault against the average citizen’s assumption of social stability. Leaderless resistance creates a sense of dread and dismay in the populace.

A single destructive event is not going to overthrow the system, but the cumulative number of attacks upon the social order will eventually destroy the existing system. Again, leaderless resistance ultimately succeeds not because of the specific mayhem of the act itself, but because the public will come to fear that there is no end to the terror.

Lone Wolf attacks are a harbinger of what is to come. A single attacker is not going to overthrow anything, but the Lone Wolf is a forerunner of continued onslaughts in the near future. The solitary avenger is not a prophet, but a precursor. There is always something menacing about a messenger. The Lone Wolf is a sort of outrider of an approaching cultural cataclysm. If you ever feel a prompting to put things right, then the very harmony of the universe awaits your act of vengeance.

If society doesn’t find you a threat, then you haven’t done anything with your life. You don’t necessarily have to take up violence, but a genuine individualist will find a way to intimidate your liberal overlords. Resistance is something that ought to mark your existence.

The bureaucrats will never understand what motivates the Lone Wolf. It is not the animalistic destruction, but the “lone” element that will ultimately destroy the existing order. An ancient philosopher once advised his student to “know thyself” – only the Lone Wolf truly has that knowledge.

PARTIES ARE FOR THE PATHETIC

by Mr. Mean-Spirited



There are few things on this planet more unpleasant than a party. There is nothing more disagreeable in life than having to enjoy yourself in public. There is nothing more horrible than having group fun. There is nothing more embarrassing than getting joyful in front of other people.

Consider a party as a sort of cultural re-education camp. Brainwashing is always more efficient when it is disguised as leisure time. Indoctrination is more easily accomplished through recreational activities, than in any other area of societal interaction. Mind control is something that happens when the subject has a smile on his face.

There is a reason why people call what you do at a party “socializing”. The last thing that a genuine individualist will ever allow is for the life-of-the-party to come over and try to mingle.

A party is an environment where everyone demonstrates that they are cheerfully and correctly acculturated. The purpose of a party is not to have a good time, but to perform appropriate sentiments. You don’t just say something to a person of the opposite sex, you yell some platitude across the room; you don’t just chuckle at a witty joke, but you laugh as loudly as possible to everything. A social gathering is just an occasion for conspicuous displays of enjoyment.

When it comes to a party, you don’t want any part of it. There is nothing at a party that is going to do you any good.

Sure, there is music – but everyone is talking all at once, so you can’t really hear anything (even if that were what you wanted). The stereo speakers are blasting at high volume simply because there is supposed to be music at such occasions. There is a song in the background because everyone expects to have music going for things to get social.

Sure, there is liquor – but you will only find a haphazard accumulation of bottles, so you won’t be able to get a proper cocktail (even if you craved as much). Only the nastiest booze turns up at a “mixer”. Never assume that there will be anything worth drinking at a social gathering.

Sure, there are snacks – but you don’t go to a party expecting to find anything worth eating (even if you so desired). The chow has been sitting around so long that the bread is stale and the cheese has crusted over. By the time you work up enough courage to risk the possibility of food poisoning, you might not even notice all the cigarette butts that have already been extinguished in the clam dip. Hors d’oeuvres are something you do at your own risk.

Sure, there are possible new friends – but there are far too many guests crammed into far too small a room for you to have a decent conversation with anyone (should you be so inclined). Even if the goer were chatting with Jesus Christ, the guest would still be looking over the Son of God’s shoulder for someone else more interesting.

Sure, there are females willing to hookup – but no beautiful woman will ever want to go home with you (even if that were what you fancied). Believe me, any cute girl is looking for someone a hell of a lot more attractive than you are, pal. With plenty of better choices in the opposite sex at a “successful” party, no lady is going to be the least bit interested in you.

What I hate most about parties is that they are always crowded with people like you.

CHILD EATER FOUNTAIN

by Mr. Mean-Spirited


 

There is a fountain in the old city of Bern, Switzerland, which is topped by a curious bit of sculpture: a statue of a man devouring a child while holding a bagful of additional kids for later snacking. Even when it was first carved back in the 16th Century, the Swiss may well have eaten children by the sackful – like Sliders from White Castle. The local German-speakers call the fountain the Kindlifresserbrunnen, but I wouldn’t try pronouncing that name without fist fortifying my vocal cords with a glass of Swiss absinthe.  

Even in the most favorable moments in history, human beings are ambivalent about raising children. Every person realizes it necessary to sow offspring in order for culture to continue, but that propagation comes at quite a cost. There are moments in a fellow’s life when the price is too high.

Sometimes, though, you might endure enough disappointment and disgust in life that you decide eat your seed corn. The Child Eater Fountain exhibits the way that an adult male truly feels about kids – a grown man knows that he better consume his offspring before they can consume him. Eat the little bastards before they can eat him out of house and home.  

Think of the sculpture as a glimpse into the subconscious of an average father. Consider such Renaissance effigies to be a sort of metaphor for the resentment all dads feel for their children. There is no parent alive who never had moments when he wished he could take it all back. Regard the Child Eater Fountain as a watery representation of a breeder’s real antipathy toward kids.

JUAN SOLDADO, PATRON SAINT OF REPROBATES LIKE US

by Mr. Mean-Spirited

Juan Soldado is an uncanonized folk saint of northern Mexico – the supernatural recipient of illicit prayers and inexpensive floral arrangements and lighted candles; but Juan was once a genuine living, breathing, and fucking human being. During his days in human form, Juan Soldado was a soldier executed for raping and killing a young girl in Tijuana – a rather strange biography for what is now a divine being.  

Although the locals now provide him with all the offerings befitting a spiritual entity, Juan Castillo Morales was an actual historical person; back in 1938, Castillo had the misfortune to be conscripted into the Mexican army and stationed in the sin city of Tijuana, Mexico. When the decapitated body of the 8 year-old Olga Camacho was found in the border town; Castillo was accused of the butchery. However, his true guilt is still a matter of dispute.

There were several possible perpetrators of the crime. First, Castillo’s commanding officer had a certain predilection for young girls, and Castillo might well have been a convenient scapegoat. Second, a pedophile ring was involved in a labor dispute at the local casino, and a transient soldier would have been an excellent fallguy. Third, Juan Castillo might well have done the deed. However, what seems most interesting is not who might have molested and murdered the girl, but that a sex crime gave rise to a celestial being.  

After a hasty burial, mournful sounds and materializations began to appear at Juan Castillo’s grave. Local Mexicans began using the deceased offender as a sacred intercessor. As a guardian spirit, Juan Soldado has now become a supernatural defender of anyone manipulating the system. Asking for Soldado’s assistance gives you an edge when subverting social rules. This tutelary spirit gives you a work-around when facing the prospect of conventional morality; this heavenly being has become the protector of everyone involved in the underground economy. Juan Soldado is an otherworldly patron of all of us who transgress against the established order, a guardian spirit for lawbreakers indulging their nefarious proclivities. A true badass of the borderlands.

You do not approach Juan Soldado on behalf of your neighbors – as much as improving life for yourself. You don’t come to Juan Soldado make the world better – as much as getting away with some questionable activity here on earth. Juan Soldado is not about world peace – as much as ensuring that the bureaucracy is so inefficient that you aren’t caught. You don’t pray to Juan Soldado to feed the hungry and cure the sick – as much as to work some trick against the authorities. Juan Soldado isn’t about doing good deeds – as much as playing the system. A supernatural being isn’t there to put meaning in your life – as much as money in your wallet.

Juan Soldado doesn’t require you to mend your ways. Juan Soldado doesn’t compel you to change your life. The folk saint wants only for you to become more successful at being yourself. If you are an outlaw, then Juan Soldado makes you a triumphant outlaw. If you are an illegal immigrant, then Juan Soldado helps you to sneak past the Border Patrol. If you operate on the black market, then devotion to Juan Soldado makes you a more profitable criminal. Make no mistake about it, Juan Soldado does miracles – but such wonders do not ever make the world more fair and just: no, certainly not – the miraculous just puts a little extra in your pocket at the end of the day.

EMPATHY IS AN EVIL THING TO FEEL

by Mr. Mean-Spirited



I don’t want to understand you. I am simply not interested. 

I really don’t care about your anguish. I don’t give a shit about your agony. Suffering is one of those unseemly acts that should be done in private. Sorrow is something that you need to keep to yourself.

Empathy involves a perception of someone else’s emotions – but there are always, always, always ulterior motives in trying to perceive another person’s most personal experiences. Trying to uncover the misfortunes and misery of others is an immoral thing. Busybodies and serial killers are always insufferably empathic.

Empathy is an invasion of emotional privacy. Only a true voyeur wants to know what someone else is feeling. Somebody else’s torment is actually none of your business. Another person’s hurt ought to be kept private.

Empathy is a means of controlling you. There is a reason why successful politicians can always manage to “feel your pain” – these bureaucrats use that knowledge of your weakness in order to control you. If you allow someone else to know your deepest fear, then that outsider has an advantage over you.

Empathy contaminates your own worldview. You need to perfect and purify your own unique take on the world. Somebody else’s perspective is just a form of mental pollution. Empathy is just a form of emotional toxic waste.

If you walk a mile in someone else’s shoes, the only thing you’re going to get is a foot infection. The only way to see with someone else’s eyes is to purchase body parts on the black market. The only person who wants to get into someone else’s skin is a psychopath.

Only a torturer is concerned about what you are feeling. Only an interrogator has any regard for your pain. A normal human being does not bother about what some other person might be experiencing. Only a sociopath wants to know all about your suffering.