My Collected Writings on history, science fiction, philosophy, and women.
Blogger Vox Day has been good enough to assemble a series of Lecture & Test posts on a variety of topics. I’m currently working my way through Rothbard’s America’s Great Depression – an Austrian examination of what occurred. The book itself, of course, is hosted by the Mises Institute, but this is a great service by Vox Day, nonetheless. The multiple-choice questions at the end of each chapter are a great help. He’s doing more than just blogging – he’s actively laying out coursework for your own edification, from several books (down on the left-hand side-bar). I might go through...
I’ve got a new post up on In Mala Fide. Go read it here.
Let me just start by saying that I am loosely of the opinion that the Upstart Rebel Government in the United States – as well its puppet clone here in Canada – are Terrfic Abominations of good social order (let alone good governance), and they fully deserve to implode under the weight of their civil services, and their marxist legislating. To put it simply: I have no love of Democracy. That said, I find it sad to see one more nail put into the coffin of the American Experiment. When Obama signs-off on Section 1021 (was 1031) of the NDAA,...
I’ve been meaning to get around to this for a while; not just for the inherent SEO benefits, but also because it’s the Right Thing to Do. I’m ashamed to say it’s fallen by the wayside. What with my busy schedule of harassing endangered species, getting drunk with my standup comedian–Literary Agent, scouting out sniper positions throughout the city, and yelling at myself in the mirror – I don’t get nearly enough writing done. So without further ado, allow me to introduce Omnipitron at The Phantom Tollbooth: One man’s journey through blended family, ADHD, and rampant Misandry; he recently wrote...
You spend a few years as a professional driver, and you fast run out of music stations to listen to; I could go on and on about how much Excellent Classic Rock there is that never made the Top-20s chart, but you don’t come here to read about that. Suffice to say, I’m stuck with Talk Radio as a driving companion. The other night I found myself in the ignomious position of driving to my mother’s house to do laundry, like some sort of Univsersity student. Not because I’m broke, mind you – though I am – I’d simply lost...
…the simpering excuse of the Moral Coward. It’s lesser form, “I’m just doing my job,” brings to mind the incompetent half-ass; the man at the printing store who delivers $500 worth of stationary to you, with an obvious typo in the title – a typo you missed as you wrote the order in haste – which he didn’t think worthy of a telephone call to verify.* For any Man of Red Blood, no explanation of the Nuremburg Defense is necessary: Right is Right, and Wrong is Wrong. The very pathways of our souls are ordered along these lines. Debates, perhaps,...
According to Westsern Witch Doctors, sanity is a relative measurement. The Sane Man is not He who has optimized his processing power with Good Priors and Bayes Theorem; it is not He who has become an Ubermensch, inductively reasoning out Trigonometry, while being omni-aware of his innermost thoughts – no, the Sane Man is nothing like that. Quite simply, modern Psychology defines sanity as that which fits closest to the mean. Bell curves are what determine value; not intrinsic worth. By their standards, dear reader – by virtue of the unhealthy society in which we live – we are, both...
I think it’s becoming increasingly obvious that the Baby Boomers left us with a mad world to grow up in. The Democratic Experiment has devolved into genocidal Special Interest Groups, where your vote means nothing. The whole banking, credit, and finance industry is showing its true colours as a ponzi scheme, and we’re the ones who will pay. Law Enforcement has devolved to brutal thuggery, the courts are a full of hypocrites, and the military is spit on, out of a marxist view of opressed and opressors. The party ended in 1969; the High Water Mark hit, and rolled back;...
Let me tell you about Writing. In the words of the Great Charles Bukowski, “Doctors, Lawyers, Plumbers – they make all the money in this world! Writers? Writers starve. Writers suicide. Writers… go mad.” No truer words have ever been spoken. One doesn’t become a writer – or a standup comedian – or an artist – or a musician – because of a bit of native talent, and an eye on opportunity. Only actors do that, and only because their parents make them. For the True Artist, it is a calling; at our hearts we are all misfits, incapable of...
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