Savagery as Sainthood

This wonderful little gem has been finding its way around Being Liberal, Occupy Wall Street, and other such useless congregations of drooling buffoonery on Facebook, and other media outlets. It has come to my attention that this post isn’t really new, but for those who have yet to see it, here is the original post in all of its post-enlightenment glory:

From the original post
From the original post

“In this African tribe, when someone does something harmful, they take the person to the center of the village where the whole tribe comes and surrounds them.

For two days, they will say to the man all the good things that he has done.

The tribe believes that each human being comes into the world as good. Each one of us only desiring safety, love, peace and happiness.

But sometimes, in the pursuit of these things, people make mistakes.

The community sees those mistakes as a cry for help.

They unite then to lift him, to reconnect him with his true nature, to remind him who he really is, until he fully remembers the truth of which he had been temporarily disconnected: “I am good.”

Shikoba Nabajyotisaikia!

NABAJYOTISAIKIA, is a compliment used in South Africa and means: “I respect you, I cherish you. You matter to me.” In response, people say SHIKOBA, which is: “So, I exist for you.”

Cool story bro. Unfortunately, it’s not one bit true.

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Death of Honor

Western societal honor has been sacrificed upon the altar of the post-modern. That’s the simple fact of the matter. Honor is now foreign to the mind of the West, and there truly is no standard set for the Western individual. Why should we hold honor in such high regard? What is honor? Why was honor sacrificed?

In all corners of the Earth where honor can historically/presently be found, it is generally defined the same way regardless of culture or region. Honor is the eternal reputation of the self. It is not necessarily defined by intelligence, cunning, strength, speed, or talent. Honor is worthiness, loyalty, truthfulness, respect, being well-mannered, having discipline, and being humble. Ultimately, one of high honor was of high value to society, and held in high regard. Therefore, the actions of the honorable were something to pay mind.

The greatest of us once died for honor.
The greatest of us once died for honor.

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Democracy: Ethic Primitivism

Let me start by saying not everything in this essay is directly from my mind alone. I received much inspiration from history, Allan Bloom’s The Closing of the American Mind, and Erik Leddihn’s The Menace of the Herd. I’m not sure anyone can make the claim their thoughts are without influence. I would also like to state that I have not always been anti-democracy. I was raised an all-American catholic boy, passionate about my “freedom” and “individuality”. Like most kids, I didn’t stick with the political influence of my parents. I bounced around ideology to ideology, reading manifestos, novels, and articles. Conservative schools of thought, Neo-liberalism, communism, national socialism, libertarianism, and anarchism (and its capitalistic sub-schools).  Being young and naive, I was trying to discover the Holy Grail of politics. A perfect system, a world of pros without cons. While I now firmly believe that to be an impossibility, I believe specific forms of government are far more efficient for all of man, and man would do well to remove comforting lies of “equality” and “self empowerment” from his mind, less they corrupt the potential of mankind.

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The Super Bowl, Buttercucks and SWPL-Cola

So, something of political importance happened in America during yesterday’s sportball event. I know, because within 24 hours my feed has been inundated with boycott petitions and appeals to the bandwagon fallacy.

I know I know, they’re being ridiculous. It’s only a ball game. They are being totally extreme and it was only a commercial or some commercials. This kind of reaction totally reflects their horrible politics and validates everything you laugh about on Jon Stewart’s show. Coincidentally, have you considered killing yourself?

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Feminism: The Boredom Games


IT HAPPENED TO ME: I witnessed feminism achieve dildo-singularity.


Not the article itself, mind. While it is amusing to read Pia Glen whine about oppression in a language her people didn’t invent, to see her defend a modern “black culture” that was entirely invented by the mercantile branch of The Hydra, this is not the singularity I speak of.

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Mansplaining Pope Francis To Amren

Today’s subject comes from Amren: Pope Francis Calls Upon The Nations Of The World To Welcome Immigrants.

Lol, u mad?

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Africa: Cartography And Reality

Oh boy.

wasteAfrica: Encompasses all of the countries pictured above, including the entire continent of Europe.  This landmass is the home of a little over 14% of the human population on the planet.

The African continent accounts for less than 3% of the world’s GDP. Those countries that make the greatest contribution to this number are either Muslim, have a significant number of Whites, or in the case of Nigeria have oil or a similarly-valuable resource…  That’s exploited by non-Africans.

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Blind Spots and the Culture War

I was recently reading an article on First Thoughts about an author’s take on a gay pride street parade he recently witnessed. He did his dutiful “duty” by going around in bemused interview-mode, asking bystanders and participants if this sort of activity really, on an oh-so-deep heart-felt level made them haaaapppppyy. Despite the responses, he remained convinced that they were poor souls trapped in frilly costumes to hide the pain and deep shame they felt while prancing around. The best solution Verner could come up with was a few Rosaries to the wind, some deep reflection, and a prescription to all conservatives: “Folks, by gum, these fellers just need a little love, and they’ll come around to our way of thinking.” (paraphrased, naturally) The secret, in other words, is to “expose the personal tragedies that are wrapped in rainbows.”

Why do conservatives have a blind-spot, here? It doesn’t take much to elicit guffaws from the more hawkish conservatives when discussing pacifism and isolationist foreign policy. I can just hear those bobble-heads in the back of my mind: “Look at those hippies! They think they can avoid the reality of realism and achieve global peace by voluntary disarmament! Yeah, let’s all be friends and leave our front doors unlocked, too! In fact, let’s just put Hussein V2 back in power and ask him to play nice with Kuwait! Oh, and let’s not forget that the United Nations will save the wurrrldlddd! Don’t those sappy liberals know that political power grows out the barrel of a gun?”

Maybe the last one is a little too Maoist, admittedly, but the rest simply can’t be denied.

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Fedora-Capitalism On Exploitation


Dear Jeffrey Tucker,

I’m very sorry that you live in a society where notions like “productivity” and “mutual service” cannot be rationally advanced on a masturbatory social media outlet like facebook.

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Doublelift: A Road To Success

What if Doublelift didn’t make it?

Anywhere along the way a calamity could have struck. An earthquake, an injury, a misclick during one of those many tournament games could have easily happened. The same occurs if something good failed to happen. What if he hadn’t happened to meet who he met when he did, discovered certain playstyles, or found out about how much money he could make off of guides? Failure at any point could’ve meant not going pro, to not even being able to work, period.

The backdrop is League of Legends and a video produced by Machinima and these things certainly make Doublelift who he is. But it’s not The Road To Success: Pro Gaming version, like a special section out of some business magazine slipped between two venture capitalists. No step-by-step process, strict timetable, or funding plan is specified. A successful person is telling a story in this interview, yes. But it’s just a story.

The story would’ve been the same if failures came along the way. Perhaps it wouldn’t have been told at the same time, and it probably wouldn’t have been as well-known. But it would’ve been the same.

A story of a son having to find his own way in the world.

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