beginnings are the hardest part
get on with it; time waits for no man
i am RMIV. what’s your name?
our world is in upheaval; yours, mine too. it’s why we’re here and writing anything at all, knowing each other at all through mediums like fedi telegram substack.
weird times friends. none of us wanted it this way yet if you’re anything like me what you now want versus what you used to want diverge so completely that who you are and who you were may as well be different people. this is probably a good thing and i’m grateful. i shed so many vices (that i did not recognize as such) in my previous life to be where i am now. maybe i cannot in honesty yet call myself virtuous; i am weak. like so many who atrophied in prisons. mine was hedonism + despair what a classic combo! then i found Christ or He found me. it makes no difference; what matters is okay what’s next?
and that’s where we are, like, everyday. the world is in upheaval so what do we do?
to me the big meta-problem looks fundamental. everything is fucked up because our tribe (Christian Dissident-Right) is weak. so i went back to basics on myself. eat right & eat good (like local grass-fed beef lots of it), exercise resistance training regularly, reset the dopaminergic system (no video games or other jerk-off activities that waste money and/or time), learn to play music (piano rn), save money and invest (keep a goddamn budget and don’t blow $$$ on bullshit you retard the future’s coming), join the Semen Retention Society and basically ignore women until i can form and support a family. to name but a few things…
anyway our problems are foundational and, when i look backward into our history, were a long time coming. this shit was always going to happen because the people who came before us (meaning since at least the Silent Generation) got basically everything about reality totally wrong and what Christian White European cultural capital they inherited was blown on pursuing utopian dreams that a casual stroll through the Bible from cover to cover would have proven were never going to materialize. seriously. Ray Charles could’ve seen this shit coming. but, again, lack of contact with reality is the diagnosis.
back to the most basic of basics. that’s where we go. because things are changing so rapidly now that the walls have been torn down… between everything. you can only maintain walls personally now. like, you can’t keep niggers and jews and fags and women out of things at the institutional level so you can only do this socially, culturally. it’s like, “i can’t keep you out but i can NOT let you in to my life to begin with.” no gamers no porno enjoyers no sissy men and no time wasters too. Dan Pena said “if you hang out with monkeys then your life becomes a circus.” i like Dan Pena.
i like this too; whoever made this image really gets it.
but the most foundational change is what one bases their life upon. Christ is the answer, build it upon The Rock. we are never alone; He is always with us and always watching. so there can be no shortcuts in doing the needful or any strategic or so-called reasonable compromises with evil. most discourse on the Right seems preoccupied with winning or losing. What is to become of us? What’s gonna happen to meeee? i say this isn’t all that important to dwell on; not to trivialize our efforts but to remember that the outcome in all things is ultimately up to Him.
