The Last Man Revival

On the communities of The Wire: The future of internet cliques, if they wish to survive, is to return to the Lindy-approved Guild setup. Mutual support. Not just emotional but material as well. There are no debts, there are no hard feelings or disputes, the Guild survives. Art by Apollinary Vasnetsov

Liberal talking points are the aural equivalent to prison food.

You volunteered and paid more than I can ever afford. We will suffer. Yet, we are called weak-minded. Yet still, we suffer; but without worry, without fear, without regret, insecurities, sorrow, or unforgiveness. Not because I hide what I've done; just the opposite. My mask is off.

Mockery is a very important part of preserving culture.

The System is trained in unequal force. When you play their little game of suit and tie rhetoric, they will not play fair. The System is not trained in fairness or balance but in deception and force. It is then only natural to lash out in pure aggression to meet them.

Hatred is oftentimes the byproduct of profound loneliness, for every person that we hate is one less person that we can rely upon or expose ourselves to without running the risk of betrayal. The less structured the social architecture around us is, the more isolated we become from it, and in turn we learn to resent the world and its people for lacking the qualities that we seek out in companions. It's not our lack of love that motivates our hatred, but rather our overabundance of it. Only those who love immeasurably are capable of being tyrants.

The world will never love us and it's our own fault for rejecting the comforts that it provides to those who would prefer to cover their eyes and ears. Comfort is death, but heroes live forever. They're already dead to this world, and thus can never die. We feel each other's pain, but for now we're alone. Someday we'll meet in another kingdom. Until then, stay tuned, and God speed, all of you.

Cities are parasites that keep people who should die on life support. They're breastfed through its plastic tubes and nurtured by machines just long enough for it to feast on them upon their hospital beds up until their final hour, and like the leech it grows fatter the more it drinks.

This is their busted future, and this is our dream. Which one do you believe in?

Political solutions only exist insofar as the majority of any given population shares the same set of beliefs and values. The more dissimilar a country or state's demographics are the more discordant and disorganized their efforts to arrive to any consensus becomes. The assertion that "diversity" is a driving force behind social progress is both unfounded and implies that diversity did not already exist among the native population. It paints the people in question as carbon copies in need of adjustment and social rebalancing in order to suit the arbitrary moral principles of their ruling class. Multiculturalism is an attack on their autonomy thinly veiled as philanthropy, much to the detriment of the parties in question.

There can be no right or wrong way forward. Progress doesn't concern itself with the minutiae of our lives, nor does it color reality in such profane shades. We attempt to modify nature to suit our whims, exert our will upon reality in spite of its uncontrollable nature, and each coat we apply only chips away like cheap paint, always revealing what's inside: Timeless indifference, a reminder of our final hour and reckoning.

I just know I can't go lower. There is no under.

If your inner fire can be so easily dispatched by unexpected rain was it ever truly raging to begin with? Deliberation pales in the shadow of spontaneity. Don't forget whence you inherited your destructive capabilities.

They will breed amongst their filth at the feet of the righteous.

Death to the world.

In their final years, all civilizations stiffen into rigidity and formalism. Creativity dies out and cynicism surges. The countryside empties and cities grow gigantic. Continous warfare ends in coalesce of a political-economic world state. We are living in the winter time of the Faustian civilization, decades or even years from its demise. A new culture may emerge from their detritus or from a society hitherto lacking a prime symbol.

A new culture starts when persons in a dying, static, or purposeless society - at first only a few visionaries, begin to see their surroundings from a new perspective. This intruding thought becomes a driving force that grows to dominate their thinking, like a Jungian archetype. The increasing influence of this new point of view transforms that entire society, its political and social structures, its business organizations and commercial practices, its technologies, mathematics, religious beliefs, music and visual arts, and architecture. Its unique appearance can be identified as the culture's "prime symbol."

"The great thing about this moment in history is that there is such a clear dividing line between the good guys and the bad guys. The "protesters" are just so absurdly evil and disgusting all the time, relentlessly, that you'd have to be as morally vacant as them to take their side." - Matt Walsh