Okay fuck it, my principles are too deep to abandon, whatever I might be. I was personally affected by one of the whorish-horde.

This genuinely is my final post, but I want to tie some loose ends.

Actually, this isn’t a bad outcome. I’m liberated from one of the things I felt was consuming my life the most. In my near vaudeville-esque style as the minstrel and at the same time, the near pastorial guidance I gave to my chapel in the disseminated sermons, as a fill-in spiritual leader where the board seemingly had no communal cohesion, I was balancing on quite a thin tightrope in appeasing the sensitivities of allsorts, not out of fear, not out of appeasement, not out of deferrence, but out of a desire to candesce a long-hidden flair, and maybe, though not entirely consequential to my goals, bring about a few smiles or laughs here and there. It seems the shiksha, both from without and unto within, have little appreciation for my struggle, because it offends the narrative that there could at all be intersectionalities between two extremes. The expression of alternative proclivities being the sole monopoly of SJW, so those pettily spouting Guardianista, que-cera-cera-liberal gospel in the PVCC’s confines would drill, with its mantra struck hammeringly by Cogsdev’s grotesquely obese fist, a true first-mullato between Brahmin and untouchable, starting the deteriorative spiral of the Veddic world.

And he would know all about such a contradiction: Spergpirate, being the unfortunate bastard child of the suffering begotten by both an affliction that robs him of his humanity, and another that provides torturous depth to his inhumanity rooted in entrapment within that humanity, was less even offended that I was challenging the seriousness of his authority in jest, and more, genuinely, in the petulance of his suspended childhood in mind, that something got to him in the most primally unnerving way, perhaps something he is not even consciously aware.

His only other supporter, is naturally, an extension of himself, so puppeteered without there having necessarily been real skill to spergoy’s indiscriminate banhammer of rage, as much the desire to see that subjugation of his orifice inverted; the archetypally vacuous yasmin(im)ite shitposter, providing no real substance to the opposition of Autphag and so, in his attempt to control the opposition, has actually managed to let this paradigmitic dialectical suppression do unto himself what he had avenged to wrought in his exactment. As the dead meme lives long, so does it resurrect to haunt etherially in karmic disruption the majesty of the manorial villa by deterioration of its own custom, as the historical cycle turns anew to unveil a fresh chapter, one where his presence is unwritten and, ultimately, forgotten. He is but the suspension in purgatory of the memetic pathogen, a true eunuch, neither hypermale, nor with a single spark of the shenikah conflagrating an errant internal flame. The humiliation they had so covetously wished, desired in desperate patheticness, for the vanity of a schaudenfreude underserved by any stretch of their non-existent merit seen requited by their hand, had instead seen it scold by the fire of their own idolatrous impersonation of the shenikah’s flame. Oy vey.

So this is the end, the show must go on elsewhere, further down the road, and who knows whether I’ll be here or gone, by whatever contingency I may disappear from the face of the Earth forever, the ride for the rest of you shan’t ever end except, in my sincere hope even for my detractors, well. To everyone, my gratitude for your company is extended.

All true, but I won’t linger around so ignoblely.

Blog’s dead, keeping it up purely for archival and reference.

A symbol for the Hypermale people.

And with that, I am gone. My ingredients arrived today; diclazepam and diphenhydramine. I’m going for the CNS-death route. It’ll take me a while to muster the courage, perhaps days, to finish myself off, but there’s no point mulling on here just to give me a distraction from the penultimate task. Farewell, and I mean that.

Excellent guy, with brilliant ideas and the only regrettable thing being, like the person who mentioned him, I can’t read either French or Romanian. However, an analysis of his works has been published in English which I intend to look at later, Marta Petreu‘s An Infamous Past: E.M. Cioran and the Rise of Fascism in Romania.

Anonymous asked: This woman starts yelling how it's not a real word when he tells her to look it up she says "YOU LOOK IT UP". We continued with the lesson and finally the student teacher interrupted and told everyone that lachrymose was in fact a word and was used correctly by my friend. English teacher was not happy. She also gave us a 10 page research paper due a week before school ended and decided to never grade it and dropped the grade after we all handed it in.

Proof why women, even in the sectors they’re entrusted, cannot resist the compulsion to turn everything into an insufferable Hobbensian tyranny. Women tend to be the most arrogant of the lot when concerning their application of prescriptive grammars and lexicologies even when they aren’t all that good at it. The problem is that they were the ones who actually benefited from the ‘linguistic relativism’ movement that plagued our education systems from the 60s onward, causing a down-regulation of literary standards by their redefinition to benefit congenitally less-competent succubi. Their self-image of themselves being plagued by Dunning-Kruger effect, wholly encouraged by their radical feminist forebears’ bringing about of the self-esteem movement, they falsely believe they are to credit for ‘making themselves,’ hence all that false air of authority they desperately try to exude in their Oedipal insecurity. Smashing their head against a wood cinder I’m sure would cure their anxiety almost instantly; they don’t need independence for precisely the same reason trannies don’t need castrated, because their ‘feelings’ and 'sentiments’ – whether of superiority or something else – are all in their head.

Thank you son for that piece.

This time including two new indicators: the smart fractions corresponding to each average IQ, which is the percentage of that population posessing IQs exceeding 108, the minimum level generally accepted as required to attain a bona fide, legitimate Bachelor’s degree (thus excluding most humanities and women-oriented studies today, just by the sheer-proportion of low-IQ negroids that now attain those); there are two different figures, one showing where this threshold would be on a Mongolian distribution which fixes for a lower verbal average IQ (you take away 10 points from general intelligence, the weighted average between verbal and visuo-spatial) and narrower spread (12.5 = 1 standard deviation), the other showing this on a Caucasian distribution accounting for equity between g and verbal IQ, and their wider spread (15 = 1 standard deviation), just to give you an idea of how few Chinese are actually doing high-level work. The second indicator is what kind of economic activity you should expect these civilizations to be undertaking.

Mongolian civilization is stable precisely because they know their standing; only the most capable of Chinese – and since there’s plenty anyway, graduates may be short in supply proportionally, but as a proportion of economic activity, they’re more productive because they’re genuine and not incompetent buffoons like western graduates falsely taking up employer demand as “empty suits” –occupy high-level industrial positions. I have my doubts about the high-level equilibrium trap hypothesis; it’s economically sound perhaps, but then it’s easy to make thereotical economic constructs work by the force of abstruse extrapolation. A more practicable explanation would be the decreased Chinese verbal pleonasm compared to Whites, which prevented as wide a spread and uptake of equivalent ideas, combined with the Chinese’s lower creativity, evidenced by their refusal of these new experiences even when they come to light. 

This also illustrates the facile nature of the emerging “quarternary” industry, which simply makes an industry of a service, as academia has always been; scientific ideas are not productive ends unto themselves, and is simply there to make the Judeoanglic intellectual-lazies feel better about being far less productive than their smart fraction would dictate. They almost have the opposite problem to the Chinese; the smarter of the populus borne the fruits of industrialization on the backs of a seeming congenital fatigue they possess such that forcing the burden onto less-capable but more productive proles was more expediently prudential for their purposes. European brains have lower basal metabolic rates than the Chinese, as well as more of certain cannaboid neurotransmitter receptors, implicating lower consciousness levels and greater disconnect from reality, which may explain this indolence.

I welcome any spineless Edinburgh-hailing cosmopolitan to challenge my statements here, really. I want to show everyone how Scotland has been duped by Anglospheric values so badly that their best believe it is their responsibility to assist out of some contrived duty of charitability their worst, when they are far from the same people at this juncture. Scotland’s “best”, thanks to centuries of two-tiered courting patterns; the Judeomasonic class closely interbreeding among their small pockets of Anglo, upper-Ghael and Jew Lodge-dwellers, are practically a distinct species from the commoners who are mostly an intermix between the prognathous Glaswegian Eire-Negrito with what few pure Gaels were left after the clearances. CLASS IS RACIALLY-ESSENTIALIST: CLASS DIFFERENCES EMERGE FROM THE DIFFERING BIOLOGICAL CONSTITUENCIES OF ITS BASIS – IT IS HEREDITARIAN, NOTWITHSTANDING THE MOBILITY OF OUTLIERS, WHO ARE ABSORBED WITHIN GENERATIONS ANYWAY. Socialist piety cannot subsume racial loyalty, therefore, the first concern of each “class” is its own, and not because of some socialist conflation between the class-essentialist nature of “racial privilege”; as such, these “best” are to be regarded suspiciously, but not for any reason provided by socialist rhetoric.

I’ve written posts once before on the matter back at 888chan, partly because of my fear that the SNP is not a genuinely sovereign political installation by its own people but another internationalist neo-socialist plantation by the globalists, and although these previous posts are word-saladish, they convey my point well enough about the nature of the system there, which is a matriarchal, Hobbensian, proto-Boudicean dictatorship ruled by femalewhore succubi and leftist ideologue technocrats. To add to the confusion, the far-left of Scotland, who will portraying anything they dislike as having direct descendency from Herr Fuhrer, have painted Alex Salmond in the same vain, even though it’s clear to anybody who glances at his peculiar cranio-facial characteristics while, yes, there are vague Celticisms, they mostly have the marks of Ashkenazic interbreeding. Eric Hufschmid has included a picture of Alex Salmond on his Neanderthals page (his main website is no longer up though an archive can be found at hugequestions.com) just to illustrate this point furtherstill.

My interest in Scotland is the same as my interest in the pan-Celtosphere, complete bewilderment at a seeming lack of resistance to, except in sloganeeristic calls for “independence” and “self-determination” (mostly the bromides of ill-inspired Americophiles, borrowed and sharesdfrom popular mass-sentimentality that drives fervent deference to “democratic” Occidental hypocrisy), the influence of the Anglosphere, in everything from culture (multiculturalism) to economics (neo-liberalism) to politics (representative democracy driven by the hidden hand.) Enshrined in Scotland’s new constitution, which shall be further deliberated in an upcoming white paper manifesto in the run up to the referendum, will even be a commitment to such poisons as “social justice.” Yes, the tumblrites have invaded Hollyrood, or worse-still, these could be proto-communist, Soviet notions of “social justice”, which amounted to the right to secure your self-indenturement and life-long slavery; reading the constitutional proposal yesterday on the Scottish government website, there is an eerie synchronicity in the language between the jargon once employed by the Soviets and the nomenclature employed in this document, along with trite quotations in a cheap bid to utilize Amerophillic sentiment (Thomas Jefferson, Abraham Lincoln – eherm, Lin-Cohen – were among sources) in conveying its message.

Like every failed Nordic socialist-welfare experimentation that has preceded it (and this is what I find most laughably unwise – Celts and Nords have wide enough intelligence and character differentials that a ‘Nordic inspired system’ as Salmond proposes will undoubtedly fail, Celts are simply not suited for the task of maintaining it), there have been several trends which have decimated the quality of the population for the past half-century: high taxes are chasing out all the eugenic and able, high provision of welfare is retaining like fly-tape all of the dysgenically disabled and general low-IQ anti-social louts, the latter who breed like wildfire and what I guess should be bad enough, the former who are allowed to breed at all, bureaucracy choking new business opportunities while ensuring age-old plutarchical oligarchies, as if the high taxes were not enough, and what’s more insulting, pretenses to 'solve’ the issue like potemkin startup-councils and “business gateways” ubiquitously occupy the office landscape despite being government-consuming dead-space, like the rest of the political machinery there. At least, Northern Ireland’s dearth of economic activity makes fewer such pretences adumbrating how devoid of industry the country is by comparison; there’s something to be admired in Stormont’s honesty, compared to Hollyrood’s opulence.

Economic and political illiteracy pervades their populace. Not surprising, given they do have an average IQ score 5 points below Anglos (William Pierce’s threshold for Western civilizational collapse is about 95, same average score as Scotland – and indeed, there’s no civilization in modern Scotland), meaning their genius has all but been decimated, or if there exist any sizable pocket of genius left, this even worse implies that the distribution is lop-sided to the left, meaning retards are exacerbatingly breeding out-of-proportion with the finest of the species there. Any sense of civility is feigned, usually inculcated by rote with the Napoleon-esque “model citizenry” system inspired by a fusion of French existentialist and Soviet conditionant fantasies; the rest of Western Europe still retains the rightful mistrust in education as the sole elixr of civilizational substance, opting for reliance on producing truly bright individuals, not merely trained horses. Their people think in sound-bites and inferential reasonins comes hard of them, and I do mean that in comparison even to Americans, who, despite being ill-informed, can think better; this means they’ve already passed that negroidic threshold-of-no-return in the gestalt of their intellectual evolution; the only countries in Europe which have passed beneath this so far are the Mediterranean, they weren’t that bright to begin with (their mean IQs were sitting in the mid-90s 20 years ago, since having dropped to the low-90s) and are, unsurprisingly, also mostly Celtic, but with their Nordic haplotypes subsumed by Arabic ones. I’ve seen people from there who read or watch BBC News and believe themselves to be 'informed.’ The reading difficult of Aunt Beeb’s propaganda outlet is purposely set low enough to catch the bulk of the population anyway (3rd grade level – an IQ equivalent of about 59), so you can imagine how cretified Scotland has become.

These people, clearly, cannot sustain a civilization of any worth, so you can imagine how suspicious I am of any claim that they deserve national independence. I intend to write more on the subject later pending ongoing developments.

Anonymous asked: Freshman year of highschool I had the worst English teacher ever to exist. This woman was in her sixties, an extreme feminist, so much that she made all the boys sit in the back row (She thought that it was a punishment of some sort but really it wasn't). She wasted every class period raving how Americas needs to "watch Iran" because she feared they would nuke us. One day we were discussing words that meant sad or gloomy settings and my friend says "lachrymose". This woman starts yelling how it'

I wish you could complete your story, it was intriguing.

Anonymous asked: What's a hypermale?

The hypermasculine, which is, as posited in Autphagist ideology, the opposing occultic spirit to the divine feminine.