Ode To Thomas Kinkade

You guys remember the Bush years? Man, I miss those. We were so patriotic, so sure of our righteousness in the world. It was a great time to be an evangelical Christian. You can nitpick all the terrible things Baby Bush did, sure, but we were happier as a nation.

I had a brief Thomas Kinkade phase as a teenager. See, I was artsy and cultured, but this was still Tennessee. So I bought a mug and a jigsaw puzzle and a very small reduplicated painting of a cottage in the woods. Very cultured of me, buying merchandise from the most successful artist of the time. Like people who say they love Sci-Fi, but really it’s just Star Trek and Star Wars.

For whatever reason, the church I grew up in had his paintings in the foyer.

When I was in college, I took a class on the philosophy of art. An art professor gave a guest lecture and talked about how Kinkade “could have been a real artist” but never grew and progressed. Art is about moving forward and experimenting.

This is valid criticism, and it’s also irrelevant. The art department at UTC, like at most universities, was horrendous. The little exhibit museum there never had anything worth looking at. There would be a light in the corner as an exhibit. Or lipsticks arranged in a line by shade. They talked about how difficult some of the pieces were to create, and maybe that’s true, but nothing was enjoyable to look at. Very little were actually paintings of a specific image.

Around this time I did an art project myself where I printed out some icons and painted images on them in Halloween blood. It was a Byzantine icon of Augustine of Hippo, showing the universal failure of Christianity. I’m sure no one else got the symbolism.

[I’m not recommending you do this, as it’s borderline sacrilegious.]

I had forty of them, each with unique symbols, and they were all numbered on the back. For a week I put them all over campus: in the administration wing, in a urinal, in places where five minutes before one had been taken down, in every building where I had classes and several where I didn’t, on the bulletin board of my own department. Everywhere. Nor was I pretending to be secretive about it. I just did it openly. This was the early Obama years, so no one cared, though some of my friends were kind of freaked out.

On the art building I taped one up on the front glass, and I fully covered the back in duct tape to make it more difficult to remove. I also put one in the museum. I bragged that it was the only true piece of art in the museum for years. That semester someone had made an exhibit of Byzantine icons with people like Timothy McVeigh, so it was also the second Byzantine iconography exhibit in the art museum.

So, how does that tie into Thomas Kinkade? Well it kind of doesn’t. However, the people shitting on Kinkade are just jealous.

Yes, everything they say about him is true. He was an alcoholic adulterer who whored out Christianity for profit. His art has no message he’s trying to communicate beyond “feel calm”. He reduced his craft to a mall gimmick. He purposefully stagnated his style for the entirety of his career, and his “Painter of Light” thing where they dim the lights was a cheap … did I already use the word “gimmick”? Think of a synonym, and put that there.

But he produced art that was something most people can’t do, including most people with an art degree. I can easily pour a bunch of random lines of paint on a canvas. I can put a crucifix in a jar of urine or turn a urinal upside down. Kinkade was a lot of things, but he wasn’t lazy, and he wasn’t talentless.

Artsy people are often terrible at money, but Thomas Kinkade was a business genius. He understood that people want to look at beautiful scenes. People buy art not because you’re trying to say something about yourself but because you say something about how the viewer sees himself.

Kinkade painted idyllic scenes of an America long gone and that may have never existed. It was all very proto-Trumpian. People were drawn to Kinkade for the same reason they were drawn to Norman Rockwell.

He did something he loved and made a fortune. Or at least I assume he loved it. Either way he made a ton of money doing something most people in his same profession can’t do. The amount of detail he put in his paintings is certainly worth admiring. I don’t see how these paintings couldn’t have been a labor of love.

If you enjoy Thomas Kinkade, don’t feel guilty about it. He brought joy to people. He made people aspire for a simpler time and a simpler America. He painted pictures about the kindness and honesty that comes from an uncluttered life. It’s a world without cellphones, transsexuals and negroes.

If you hate Thomas Kinkade as being the hokiest of all Christian art, then that’s a valid position. I’m not telling you that you should love Thomas Kinkade — just that you shouldn’t feel guilty if you like him.

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Who Is The Most Unlovable?

At some point our entire political and social discourse was swallowed by Marxism. Now having something in the past done wrong to your group is considered something inviolate and sacred. Words like “nigger” or even “Chinaman” have a magical quality that can cause the roof to collapse. “Fuck” isn’t really a profanity anymore — “nigger” is the true curse word.

Whites have been taught to viscerally defend all the colored people from racism, but colored people absolutely never get upset over anti-white racism.

A lot of people wonder why I don’t have a lot of sympathy for black people. The answer is two-fold:

1) I actually do have a lot of sympathy for blacks, at least as individuals (not so much as a community), but I don’t make a show of it. Even I know you aren’t supposed to count your black friends. So despite whatever I may say, yes, I do show love and mercy upon blacks as individuals.

2) There is no shortage of sympathy for black people. Everything is about sympathy for black people. Every time a gentle giant robs a convenience store, we are told to not notice patterns.

Who gets no sympathy at all is the poor whites of America. Poor white people are the true niggers of this country. Black lives may matter, but white trash lives certainly don’t.

Do you know the story of Dylann Roof? No, of course not. No one does, because no one cares.

Nobody asks why a 19 year old male at the peak of his life with the ability to do anything and go anywhere would throw it all away to murder some random people. People just know that he was a racist and that racism has no reason.

Almost all of this is from memory:

Dylann Roof was living in his friend’s mom’s trailer with various other friends on the outskirts of Columbia. Everyone except the mother was unemployed. Even Dollar General did not want him. He had nothing to do all day but, I would assume, play video games, smoke weed and watch porn. I know he has a sister, but it seems like he was distanced from his family. Usually parents don’t force their children out until their mid-20s.

He had no future. No real career prospects. It is insane how difficult it is to survive on a single income. The women of his generation have been taught to despite men. Women can do a lot to heal the brokenness inside men, but this is something that would almost certainly never be available to him. He watched the news, where every time a ghetto thug shot a police officer, the media and government was quick to defend him as some kind of civil rights hero. He saw how the Jews used Hollywood to erode morality. Like most domestic terrorists (or young people in general), Roof was on anti-depressants, which, if you read the bottle, can cause suicidal tendencies, and nearly all mass shooters are on SSRIs.

I’ve read his manifesto, and it was pretty standard. Nothing particularly deep or unusual. It’s how a lot of poor whites feel, and they’re told that to ever express or even feel those feelings makes you as bad as Hitler. Just push down your emotions with some anti-depressants and superhero movies.

Dylann Roof understood that this was not his country. This place where he was born and probably had ancestors going back 300 years, it did not belong to him. He was an ugly unlovable who would die poor and alone in a ditch like Ira Hayes.

So he decided to do something with his life. For a few minutes he broke out of the nihilism trap and infused random, senseless murder with meaning and purpose. He will spend the rest of his life in prison, but at least he knows he is there for a reason higher than trying to score some meth.

Obviously what he did was terrible, and I believe that he should get a public hanging. All that aside, why shouldn’t he have done it? We don’t have any real values in our country anymore. The only value is whatever makes you feel good. Roof is a broken soul screaming into a void, and no one hears him. So he throws a brick through the window hoping the world take notice, but all they did was call him a racist. “Civic nationalism” or “social contract theory” is not sufficient to change the human heart.

What happened to him next? He was tried in both state and federal courts. I don’t know how that is possibly legal, but we’ve decided that racists are the worst of all creatures and don’t deserve human rights.

South Carolina convicted him on nine charges. That makes sense, because he killed nine people.

The federal government convicted him on 33 charges. I don’t know how nine murders turns into 33.

Don’t racist domestic terrorists deserve the same due process as everyone else? If they are allowed to do this to the most deplorable among us, gradually they’ll do it to everyone.

He also fired his lawyers because they tried to claim he was mentally insane. And something about them being Jewish.

One court gave him a life sentence, and the other gave him the death penalty, which is rarely enforced anymore.

No one cared about Dylann Roof. His parents didn’t care. His sister probably didn’t care. I guess his friend’s mom must have cared, but clearly that care wasn’t enough. The young women of his generation almost certainly didn’t care. No one cared.

He lived in the midst of the Bible Belt, and the Christians apparently didn’t care. Roof lived a hopeless existence and had to commit a horrible sin just to create meaning out of nothing. No one told Roof that there is greater meaning beyond the bad things in this world, that your hope isn’t supposed to be in the transitory and fading, that sex is not the purpose of life.

He could have shot up a unitarian church or an elementary school. He could have set a forest fire. He could have targeted animal rights people instead of blacks. It really doesn’t matter. He latched onto the racism because it’s pretty easy to explain to yourself (“blacks commit a lot of crime and eat up tax dollars”), but I am of the theory that really he just wanted to do something with value. Roof wanted to hurt the world as badly as it had hurt him. He wanted the world to feel his own rejection.

When you love someone, you give them value. You make them matter. No one thought Roof mattered enough to tell him that Jesus thinks white trash lives matter.

So it’s good that a lot of people have sympathy for the poor blacks of St Louis. And maybe even the wealthy whites of St Louis. But what about the hillbillies of Jefferson County facing foreclosure because America forgot to build an economy there? What about the aged-out strippers who have been married three times and have to work some low-skill piss-ant job they can’t do right? What about the white people who are drug addicts and alcoholics because they are so hopeless that they have to numb their mind to forget the pain?

A study came out a few years ago. The only demographic that saw a decrease in life expectancy is middle aged whites. This is mostly from “deaths of despair”, such as overdose and suicide. A few news articles came out, but ultimately no one cares. They’re probably racists who voted for Trump anyway.

Thoughts On El Paso Shooter’s Manifesto

In March, Brenton Tarrant killed a bunch of Muslims in New Zealand. His manifesto said that he believed that this will encourage more people to take similar actions. In less than six months, there have now been two shooting sprees directly inspired by his manifesto. The first was John Earnest.

Yesterday Patrick Crusius killed 20 Aztecs in El Paso. As always, I encourage people to read right-wing terrorists’ manifestos. Let’s see what he had to say.

The very first sentence:

In general, I support the Christchurch shooter and his manifesto.

So this isn’t going to be subtle.

This attack is a response to the Hispanic invasion of Texas. They are the instigators, not me. I am simply defending my country from cultural and ethnic replacement brought on by an invasion.

There’s his thesis. Kind of just summarizes everything you need to know. I couldn’t provide a fair summary without including that.

And I don’t feel any sympathy for the Aztecs he murdered. I think what upsets people the most about the immigrants is the scorn they have for the actual Americans. The Aztecs brought all this on themselves with their terrible attitude, and I would be money that none of the “victims” were an exception.

Due to the death of the baby boomers, the increasingly anti-immigrant rhetoric of the right and the ever increasing Hispanic population, America will soon become a one party-state. The Democrat party will own America and they know it. They have already begun the transition by pandering heavily to the Hispanic voting bloc in the 1st Democratic Debate. They intend to use open borders, free healthcare for illegals, citizenship and more to enact a political coup by importing and then legalizing millions of new voters.

Before that happens, states will start seceding. There is no way that Kentucky and South Dakota are going to tolerate uncheck Democrat rule. They’ve tolerated it so far for the sake of American unity, but once it’s clear that this unity only exists on paper and there’s no hope of turning back, the red states absolutely will secede. Yes, this will be terrible, and while I fully support the break up of the Beatles, I realize the wreckage will be worse than any of us can imagine.

Remember that both Democrats and Republicans support immigration and work visas.

Remember that. The Republicans are the lesser of two evils, and maybe there’s some opportunity for the Republican Party to turn back, but overall the Republicans are just as much traitors as the Democrats. This is largely applicable at the local level as well. Donald Trump is perhaps the only Republican politician in the entire nation willing to say the “w”-word, and he even capitalized it.

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The American lifestyle affords our citizens an incredible quality of life. However, our lifestyle is destroying the environment of our country. The decimation of the environment is creating a massive burden for future generations.

Brenton Tarrant described himself as an “eco-fascist”. This caused some right-wingers to claim he is actually a liberal. What they are in denial of is that environmentalism spans the political spectrum.

Left-wing environmentalism is about made-up crises like global warming and veganism. Right-wing environmentalism is about water table salination and strip mining. It seems like most eco-terrorists are right-wing. I am forever bitter at FDR for pouring asphalt all over the Tennessee River for no reason.

Real conservatives want to conserve the environment. This would make sense, as not raping the earth is the opposite of progress.

I just want to say that I love the people of this country, but god damn most of y’all are just too stubborn to change your lifestyle.

Lol, right? It’s a hopeless cause.

I didn’t spend much time at all preparing for this attack. Maybe a month, probably less. I have do this before I lose my nerve. I figured that an under-prepared attack and a meh manifesto is better than no attack and no manifesto.

There’s a lot packed into this statement. This is someone who is scared and unsure but forces himself to believe in something larger than himself. Expect more of these right-wing terrorists with the faith of a mustard seed.

Statistically, millions of migrants have returned to their home countries to reunite with the family they lost contact with when they moved to America. They come here as economic immigrants, not for asylum reasons. This is an encouraging sign that the Hispanic population is willing to return to their home countries if given the right incentive.

This is true with most immigrants, both here and in Europe. The Messicans and Moslems are rootless. They will scatter if given enough pressure. That won’t happen, of course, but merely prosecuting businesses that hire illegals would quickly end the problem.

And you can believe that once they finish burning the America and Evropa, the rats will find a new host country to devour. The want to escape from their own societies, not realizing that a society is a people, not a set of buildings and laws.

My whole life I have been preparing for a future that currently doesn’t exist. The job of my dreams will likely be automated. Hispanics will take control of the local and state government of my beloved Texas, changing policy to better suit their needs. They will turn Texas into an instrument of a political coup which will hasten the destruction of our country. The environment is getting worse by the year. If you take nothing else from this document, remember this: INACTION IS A CHOICE. I can no longer bear the shame of inaction knowing that our founding fathers have endowed me with the rights needed to save our country from the brink destruction. Our European comrades don’t have the gun rights needed to repel the millions of invaders that plaque their country. They have no choice but to sit by and watch their countries burn.

Part and parcel. My generation had the widest gap between opportunity expected and opportunity manifested. There is no future beyond trying to get that assistant manager position at Best Buy so you can afford rent.

America is full of hypocrites who will blast my actions as the sole result of racism and hatred of other countries, despite the extensive evidence of all the problems these invaders cause and will cause. People who are hypocrites because they support imperialistic wars that have caused the loss of tens of thousands of American lives and untold numbers of civilian lives. The argument that mass murder is okay when it is state sanctioned is absurd. Our government has killed a whole lot more people for a whole lot less.

Yeah, murder is wrong, sure, but where’s the lie in that statement?

Even if other non-immigrant targets would have a greater impact, I can’t bring myself to kill my fellow Americans. Even the Americans that seem hell-bent on destroying our country. Even if they are shameless race mixers, massive polluters, haters of our collective values, etc. One day they will see error of their ways. Either when American patriots fail to reform our country and it collapses or when we save it. But they will see the error of their ways. I promise y’all that.

Blind optimism. If people haven’t woken up yet, they won’t. There will be a few center-right people who will come to heritage values, but most people will gladly accept our civilization collapsing in this century as long as they can watch Star Wars and pornography in the meantime. Things can only degrade.

My death is likely inevitable. If I’m not killed by the police, then I’ll probably be gunned down by one of the invaders. Capture in this case if far worse than dying during the shooting because I’ll get the death penalty anyway. Worse still is that I would live knowing that my family despises me. This is why I’m not going to surrender even if I run out of ammo. If I’m captured, it will be because I was subdued somehow.

I’m pretty sure he is still alive.

I agree. Better to die in battle than endure the American prison system so that you can wait two years for a show trial. And there’s less opportunity for them to torch you into an apology.

Notice the part about his family hating him. It’s often said that people with racial prejudice have learned it from their parents, but actually it’s usually in opposition to their parents. I’m the only person in my family who cares about heritage. Everyone else gets angry when I say “nigger”, all the while living in white flight suburbs.

When we got rezoned for a school with a large Black and Mexican minority, the uproar was about what you would imagine for the colonial tea tax. This school was twice as close as the other school, which was over-full. And people were just shocked shocked shocked that we were rezoned. There was a community meeting at the local Methodist church where parents could scream at the school board, but that had the same effect as most community activism in a democracy. That is to say, nothing at all changed, because wealthy people were building a school in another part of town. And, you know, our school was filled to the brim and twice as far away.

I feel like I got off topic. I guess the lesson of that story is that the young people — my generation — saw the overt hypocrisy of our parents and either became far-left or far-right.

Remember: it is not cowardly to pick low hanging fruit. AKA Don’t attack heavily guarded areas to fulfill your super soldier COD fantasy. Attack low security targets. Even though you might out gun a security guard or police man, they likely beat you in armor, training and numbers. Do not throw away your life on an unnecessarily dangerous target. If a target seems too hot, live to fight another day. My ideology has not changed for several years.

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Notice he says this is not a new belief system of his. He was dormantly stewing in anger and impotence for years. Then Tarrant gave him the inspiration to take action.

I have to say that I’m pretty impressed with Tarrant. I couldn’t get through his manifesto, because it was too long and boring, but I’m pretty sure everything he wanted is being accomplished. Governments are over-reacting against the far-right, and the far-right is responding with the only option available once peaceful dialogue fails. He asked for fellow dissidents to come and suffer, and so far two have answered that altar call.

Again, don’t commit mass murder against civilians, okay? Don’t throw your life away. I know a lot of teenagers read this blog, and I’m telling you, you can still have a good life with heritage values while the rest of the world burns. The deck is stacked against you, but ultimately your happiness and self-satisfaction is for you to determine yourself.

You don’t need other people to make you happy. You don’t need the white ethnostate patriarchy. You don’t need the love and support of the opposite sex. You don’t need social acceptance of your ideology. I want to say that Jesus Christ alone can give you that satisfaction, but even if you don’t believe in God, just living these heritage values unapologetically does a lot to normalize it in the culture. There is no bond like two racists who discover each other at work.

A quote from one of the few movies I truly love, Waitress:

Jenna:
Cal, are you happy? I mean, when you call yourself a happy man, do you really mean it?

Cal:
You ask a serious question, I’ll give you a serious answer: Happy enough. I don’t expect much. I don’t get much, I don’t give much. I generally enjoy whatever comes along. That’s my answer for you, summed up for your feminine consideration. I’m happy enough.

And anyway, I’m more pissed about TVA and the public school system than I am at brown people.

2017 Scientific Study: Losers Are More Likely To Be Liberal

Let’s say you need to pilot a cargo ship from New York to Los Angeles. Are you going to go through the canal like a Democrat, or are you going to go around the horn like a man?

Shockingly, those who are small and weak and depend on others are more likely to believe we should just share everything. And I’m not referring to women, although most of the below would apply to them as well.

From The Blaze:

Brunel University academics studied 171 men aged 18 – 40, examining their overall physical strength, bicep circumference, weight, and height. They also noted the amount of time each individual spent at a gym, and examined these variables in light of whether they subscribed more to capitalist or socialist ideologies. They found that the more physically strong the men were, the less they believed in socialist policies, and the more they believed certain social groups should be dominant.

The strong do what they want, and the weak perish.

The only people who believe in equality are those who desperately need it: women, gays, coloreds, fat people, Jews, recreational drug users, liberal arts majors, and males with no marketable skills (or any skills). All of these people are worthless, economically. Any work they do is at best a luxury to society and not a core essential. All of these are drains on the economy and taxes, and yet they are chronic consumers who envy anyone who has anything nicer than them. The most economically worthless among us waste the most money on Amazon.

I don’t know why they even did a study about this, because it’s so obvious. None of the left-wing activists you see in the news ever look physically healthy. They are always either so skinny as to be almost translucent or morbidly obese. All of them would immediately be executed in the Soviet Union. Do these people really think that once society is sharing everything “to each according to his need, from each according to his ability” that the totally worthless will have a spot at the table?

Communism isn’t an ideology so much as it’s a tactic. You tell the losers and outcasts a bunch of lies to make them destroy the existing ruling class so that you can seize power. Which means that communism has been highly successful at every attempt. At that point you can dispose of these losers, because they are no longer useful. Worse, they actually believe in their beliefs, and so they aren’t malleable.

The Bolshevik party united all the non-Russian ethnic groups to kill the nobility. But once that was finished, the communist government found that the Khazars and Mongolians didn’t want to assimilate into the broader culture. The outsiders wanted to be distinct and tribal and traditional.

Socialists are by definition losers, because they believe that there should be no winners. All socialists are dishonest, hypocritical and greedy. There are no exceptions. If you know a socialist, you should know that you should never trust him.

Education workers are usually liberal because they need the government to prop up a fake workplace that isn’t at all necessary to the survival of the tribe. Even when teachers and professors are Republican, they are usually Bush family supporters who think all races are equal and that the most important thing in life is preparing for a good career. If you know an education worker, you should also never trust her.

Christians were so anti-Trump in 2016 because most pastors (protestant, Orthodox or Catholic) are talentless hacks who just want an easy job with lots of status in an air-conditioned office. Obviously there are exceptions. Most pastors’ only marketable skill is public speaking, and they are one racist joke away from working at McDonald’s. So they are very careful to cultivate a certain image that isn’t offensive to the congregation. Of course they were offended at Donald Trump’s raw integrity.

Why would someone who is completely worthless to society in any survival sense want a president who “tells it like it is”? No matter how much Papa Trump has done for the Christians, most pastors still hate him. Reagan and the Bushes did absolutely nothing for Christians, and I specifically remember Bush Jr being held up as a Christian role model guided by the wisdom of the Bible. Bush gave the illusion that this was a Christian nation on a righteous mission of spreading niceness to the whole world — I can’t think of anything that better exemplifies American Christianity.

If you know a pastor (or someone else who makes their living off of religion) who gets into a visceral rage over our beloved Caesar and refuses to give him the benefit of the doubt on anything, then you should not trust that person ever.

The only truly conservative women I’ve met are homeschooling moms who are always learning new home-ec DIY projects. That is to say, the only women I’ve met whose greatest life ambition isn’t to zone out in front of Hulu are women who value real skills to better take care of their family beyond putting Stouffer’s in the oven.

And just don’t trust gays and Jews as a blanket policy.

One of the major differences between the older generation of conservatives and the younger generation is that the older generation believes that disagreements over politics are about coming to different conclusions after looking at the same facts. The younger generation on the right-wing understands that politics has nothing to do with logic and is all about different groups fighting over resources.

Those of us who are better than everyone else scoff at the mere mention of equality. Like, I’m equal to a morbidly obese atheist who audibly squeals in anticipation over the next Marvel movie? The fat bisexual whore with suicide awareness tattoos? The vibrant urban youth with an IQ of a German shepherd and the hair trigger of a pit bull?

I basically go through my entire day’s routine like Disney’s Gaston, making women fall in love with my overtly sexist, racist remarks and then breaking their hearts when I reject them as unworthy. I want to say that it’s not my fault that I’m such a prime specimen, that it’s just the genetic lottery and that I can’t help that I’m better than all the Seth Rogans of the world, but I would be lying.

Anyway, yes, you can totally judge someone’s political beliefs by looking at them. The aspects of a person’s life don’t exist in isolation. If you’re a loser in your personal life, you probably vote for the party that is all about coddling the losers and punishing the winners.

I have a brother who is sort of center left and secretly voted for Hillary Clinton. He wears pastel v-necks and dockers, and he carefully grooms his hair to perfection every day. I think I would literally rather die than look like him. Currently he lives in San Francisco, where I just assume he’s catching the AIDS.

I have another brother in Denver. He smokes weed and plays guitar. He claims he “doesn’t have a violent bone in [his] body.” He is totally politically and religiously apathetic.

Three years ago I got a minor concussion after getting into a street fight in a mall parking lot because I almost ran over a couple of obese faggots who were standing in the middle of the road. People were all like, “You’ve had that coming for years,” as though pain is inherently a bad thing. Do I look like a middle-aged dad in plaid shorts?

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No, I’m not a suburban white collar dad whose only hands-on skill is giving my kids a terrible haircut. I have real skills and real callouses on my fingers, and while that might not make any money, it does mean that I vocally laugh at niggers when they threaten me instead of cower in fear.

After the Glorious Revolution of 2016, I got rid of all my liberal friends. I don’t associate with losers, and, according to Science, Democrats are losers. If you’re the kind of person who can say without laughing, “I am a straight white male, and I believe that Hillary Clinton is the best choice to guide our country for the greater good of everyone,” then you live in a delusional world of fantasy, and I can’t have people like you dragging me down.

Every person in my life that I associate with beyond necessity, I do so for a particular reason. I tell my friends that are all chosen for their unique virtues and aptitudes, that they are all useful and bring value to the world. They should feel proud that they aren’t “equal” to the drug addicts and transsexuals.

Five Early Peanuts Strips About My Life

This is not an exhaustive list.

And I would imagine most of these apply to most of you as well.

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In his 1973 Aloha from Hawaii concert, Elvis said that “I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry” was the saddest song he had ever heard. I think those last two strips are the saddest things I’ve ever read, and these kids are something like four years old. There’s not even a punchline in the one with Lucy screaming that she hates everyone. You get the feeling that Schulz had the worst day when he wrote that one and could only vent through the comic strip.

All of these are no later than mid-1954, at which time the narrative of the strip was significantly different than how we think of it. At this point Linus is a baby who can barely talk, Lucy is just sort of naive and anxious instead of selfish and sadistic, Schroeder has a more prominent role than playing the piano, and the children are maybe Kindergarten age. Shermy has waned, being gradually replaced by Schroeder as the second male (obviously this role is eventually taken by Linus), and Patty and Violet are still major characters. Sally, Woodstock and Pig Pen don’t exist yet, and Snoopy has no real personality. I’m not even sure if it’s clear that Charlie Brown owns Snoopy or if he’s just the neighborhood mutt. Peppermint Patty, Marcie and Frankly are actually much later additions to the strip, as you may notice that they don’t appear in the Christmas special.

It was also a far crueler strip. The more famous iteration of the strip in the 60s and 70s has daydreaming sequences, philosophical and theological musings, and tender resolutions about how friendship comforts us in difficult times, and you sort of wish you were in that world. However, the early strips almost without exception are about loneliness, insecurity and rejection.

I don’t know how this got published, because it’s the most depressing thing I’ve ever read. It’s certainly not something kids could appreciate. It reminds me of those Nickelodeon shows that were for kids but not actually for kids. Early Peanuts is like a weird twist between Norman Rockwell, Tim Burton and Chuck Palahniuk.

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The second Peanuts comic strip, from October 1950.

Letter To Roosh

Two months ago in late May I sent an email to Roosh, whom I haven’t spoken to in several years, as we never knew each other well. At the time he hadn’t fully made known he had become a Christian, so I have delayed posting this. At this point he isn’t being subtle anymore.

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This is Austin Martin / Blair Naso, who used to write for your website several years ago. I live in St Louis now.

Some of my readers (and one in particular) have been emailing me that you’ve converted to Orthodox Christianity. I’ve told them that you haven’t said anything conclusive yet. I just saw your God Pill forum post and Eulogy article. I’m still not convinced, because you haven’t outright said it, but obviously you have thought a lot about it.

I feel like I should say something, but I don’t know what. I’ll link to a blog post of mine you may feel helpful, but I don’t know what words you need to hear or if there are any words you need to hear.

I just felt like I should reach out. You can ignore this if you want.

https://blairnaso.wordpress.com/2019/03/05/eucatastrophe/

You recently wrote that modern life is AIDS and posted one of those pictures that reminds me why I’m not a white nationalist. The Bible says “the wages of sin is death” (Romans 6:23), and I think that’s what’s happening to our society. We’ve chosen to prioritize pleasure at any cost, and the result is a dying civilization.

We kill our unborn children physically, and if they survive, then we kill our children emotionally and spiritually through the school system, all so that we can have money and careers. The other day at work, this-24 year-old divorcee said she was glad she didn’t have any kids because she can spend her money on herself.

I don’t need to tell you how self-destructive the homosexual lifestyle is. And yet that’s become our nation’s highest value. It’s more than the media — the city governments push the normalization. Many cities try to ban Chick-fil-a merely because the owner said he didn’t support gay marriage when asked point blank in an interview. In no way does the business actually discriminate against gay employees.

You spent your life initially looking for success in careers and sex, and when you found it didn’t exist, you began looking for the good and beautiful in a humanistic sense. But it seems you’re realizing that doesn’t exist either. The good and beautiful cannot exist without something by which to measure it against. Otherwise, good and beautiful is just an opinion.

The only thing that can provide the satisfaction you are looking for is Jesus Christ, because He is the only thing that can make order of all the bad in the world.

The whole paragraph I quoted above in Romans 6 says,

20 For when you were slaves of sin, you were free in regard to righteousness. 21 What fruit did you have then in the things of which you are now ashamed? For the end of those things is death. 22 But now having been set free from sin, and having become slaves of God, you have your fruit to holiness, and the end, everlasting life. 23 For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.

So before you lived a hedonistic, naturalistic worldview, and the Christian idea of becoming Christlike wasn’t relevant. That’s verse 20. But now you’ve progressed to verse 21, that you see that that lifestyle was fruitless and you’re embarrassed of it. You understand how the standard modern prescription for life ends in death, in every sense of the term. You thought travelling the world banging beautiful women was freedom, but now you see that it was a different kind of slavery.

The next step, then, is to advance to verse 22, that you become a slave to God, so that you can now produce fruit which will lead to actual righteousness and eternal life. Verse 23 summarizes, that you can choose death and sin, or you can choose eternal life with Jesus Christ, but there is no middle ground.

This righteousness is the self-improvement you have actually been looking for, and it happens on a deeply ontological level. It’s not just being nice — it is a total change in how you view every smallest decision.

This world is torture. I hate it. I’m glad you had a close family, but like many people in the Manosphere, I did not have that blessing. I hate the television, I hate the music, I hate how we’ve created a society of lonely people, and I hate how there’s nothing I can do to change it.

The only comfort I have is that one day, when everything ends, whatever is crushing me today will seem like the smallest concern, like a child who cries because his fingers prune in the bathtub.

Karl Marx said that this is just an opiate. Liberals claim that Christians focus on heaven because they can’t process the troubles of the earth. I think that’s a fair question to ask. The answer is that there is no fixing the world. Without the foundation of living for the next life, all we have is living for this life, which results in the picture in your “Modern Life is AIDS” article.

The secularist makes this criticism, and yet he does the same thing. His highest ethic is the avoidance of suffering, and so this is what all of our social discourse is about. What the secularist cannot consider is the value of suffering. That suffering can build character is irrelevant, because the secularist has no objective standard of character to build towards. His only moral is “Don’t harm other people, unless it’s kind of inconvenient”.

This void is filled with existentialism, in which you force the banality of life to have a meaning it doesn’t. This is why people claim they love their job, when all it is is processing insurance claims, and then spend $200 on the weekends eating out trying to entertain themselves. Obviously they don’t love their job, but they have to delude themselves that they do.

Religion might be the opiate of the masses, but the masses need an opiate. But even then, I don’t think opiate is the right word. Religion, if done correctly, just gives you a different perspective. Opiates deaden your senses and numb you, and that is a far better description of Marvel movies, television, pop music, and anything else on the endless buffet of distractions our society offers. I think pornography is a far more effective opiate of the masses than religion.

Therefore, if you don’t have anything to live for, because you see the naturalist philosophy of our society for what it is, then you can at least live for the Second Coming of Christ.

Revelation 21:4 And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away.” 5 Then He who sat on the throne said, “Behold, I make all things new.” And He said to me, “Write, for these words are true and faithful.” 6 And He said to me, “It is done! I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. I will give of the fountain of the water of life freely to him who thirsts. 7 He who overcomes shall inherit all things, and I will be his God and he shall be My son.

Most people see that as an opiate. But for someone like me who has endured innumerable pain and disappointment, that’s hope, and it’s the only hope possible. If you’ve lost your faith in people, you can at least take hope in the eternal life.

All things will be new. The laws of nature, the way animals interact with each other (“the wolf will lay down with the lamb” Isaiah 11:6), the priorities people have, how people interact with each other, what emotions you feel. Everything will be new for those who have chosen to be the slave — and now son — of God.

The next verse shows the opposite.

8 But the cowardly, unbelieving, abominable, murderers, sexually immoral, sorcerers, idolaters, and all liars shall have their part in the lake which burns with fire and brimstone, which is the second death.”

I think it’s interesting that in this passage, the focus on those who go to hell are not individual sins but character traits. The cowardly, the faithless (as some translations put it), the abominable, those who value short-term pleasure over the long-term good (murderers and the sexually immoral), and those who try to subvert the nature of reality (sorcerers, idolaters, and all liars) will not spend eternity with the One who created all goodness and beauty.

These are all traits of the secular left-wing. When you think of the secular left, you think of people with no loyalty, who build their values based on others’ expectations, who obsess over meaningless pop culture, who can look at hard empirical data (about race, sex, the sexes, etc) and outright deny it, who are spiteful and petty in the name of compassion, and who only do good things so that others will see it (i.e, virtue signaling)

These people will burn in hell, because they hate God and actively oppose all reality. They oppose anything actually good or beautiful so that they can declare anything to be good or beautiful. Given the choice, they would rather live in hell than in heaven, and so that’s how they live their lives. They hate goodness and beauty, so why would God force them to spend eternity with the Source of all goodness and beauty?

Recently I wrote a long rambling post about how WordPress banned Heartiste (skip halfway down to the section with the video).

https://blairnaso.wordpress.com/2019/05/17/wordpress-has-banned-chateau-heartiste-truth-and-blogging-a-glimpse-of-god/

I made a point that many Manosphere writers catch a glimpse of God and decide the cost is too high. But they can’t go back, and so they become bitter and cold-hearted. This encounter-and-then-rejection of God, despite whatever nominal acceptance they loudly claim on their livestream, has totally changed them. I didn’t name names, but I was especially thinking about [redacted].

I’m praying that the same doesn’t happen to you and Heartiste, because I think both of you are really waking up to the true reality of the world, that there must be a God who provides an absolute standard to base your life upon.

Ultimately, though, this is a choice. Christianity is not merely something you believe or a team you are on. It’s not just a social philosophy about how to build a better America. It is not making an agreement that you’ll abstain from certain fun behaviors that everyone else gets to do.

Truth is a Person that you accept to totally subject every part of your life to in the hope of a future life where “there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying”. That subjection is a choice you actively make, both in the short term and every day. It is a constant choice to submit yourself to the reality of the world instead of trying to remake it for your own happiness.

Pontius Pilate had the opportunity to ask God any question he wanted, and he clearly saw that Jesus was special; yet he was dismissive and cowardly, ultimately handing Jesus over to the mob. The rich young ruler, who had kept all the external rules, walked away disappointed because the cost was too high. Judas Iscariot had no lack of opportunity. Herod allowed John the Baptist to speak freely and even listened to him, until a stripper forced him to make a decision.

The Centurion at the cross saw all the same things as Pontius Pilate, and he came to the conclusion that this man must be the Son of God. History remembers him as the martyr Longinus.

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His reply, and I don’t think he would be upset at me publishing this, was:

Thank you for this email. It’s a lot to take to heart, and I will contemplate your words. You are the second man is as many days to send me Romans 6:20-23. I do believe God “sends” me information through other men, so I have no doubt that passage applies to me.

I’m working on many articles which describe what happened to me, but as of now I can tell you I am an Orthodox Christian and am attempting to do what is right, no matter the worldly cost. There will be no half-measures. Those who I thought were friends will now see me as an enemy, but so be it.

I want to stress that I think it’s really really important that we don’t do any kind of grandstanding as though we just won a trophy convert celebrity. There’s been a lot of issues, in all veins of American Christianity, of making a big deal every time a famous person converts to one’s sect.

A few years ago a C-list TV star joined the Orthodox Church, and almost immediately he had all kinds of speaking engagements at Orthodox conferences, even though being a movie star isn’t rally a Christian profession. I’m not upset at that particular celebrity, since he’s just doing what he was asked. I have a problem with the archdiocese that put him on a pedestal just because he’s famous.

I am certain that people in the Orthodox Church will try to do this to Roosh. He seems like he has the maturity to handle that, and he isn’t giving details (as far as I can tell) on what parish he is attending (nor did I press him on the issue). There’s also the possibility that they’ll treat him like Matthew Heimbach. The way the late Fr Peter Gillquist, a reformed cult leader, twisted Scripture and Tradition to save his reputation was just horrendous and blasphemous regardless of what you think about Heimbach.

So any freewheeling traditionalist wanting to become an Orthodox Christian will have some landmines to traverse. Four pieces of advice I would give:

  1. ROCOR has a lot of room for traditionalism, but they are a big ball of chaos, and I’ve lost all respect and benefit of the doubt for ROCOR (regardless of the very good individuals I’ve met).
  2. The GOA generally doesn’t police its members, priests have a lot less authority, and they don’t allow a lot of the … wackiness … you find in other jurisdictions, so the Greek Church is my personal preference.
  3. Be very picky to which priest you go to confession. Some priests use the sacrament as a weapon.
  4. Don’t listen to Ancient Faith Radio, except for Kh. Krista West and Fr. Josiah Trenham.

A Charlie Brown Christmas: A Christian Allegory

Obviously I’ve been thinking a lot about Charlie Brown lately. I’ve been reading through the comics. Currently I’m in 1954, which is before the strip really took the form we now think of.

A Charlie Brown Christmas is an immortal classic that no one ever thinks about. Christians like it because there’s the big climax where Linus says that Christmas is all about the birth of Jesus. Beyond that we just love the snow and the music.

The jazz soundtrack to the episode, while amazing, would have better fit the episode if it were Phil Spector’s Christmas album, which despite a few decent tracks is a horrendous beast of bad pop music for the mall.

The episode is the story of my life and probably a lot of other Christians’ too. Charlie Brown feels depressed at how fake the world is. Lucy puts him in charge of the Christmas play, but all the kids know he can’t do anything right. He wants to put in a lot of effort to make the play really good, but the kids just want to goof off and have fun. So they send him to buy a Christmas tree.

At the Christmas tree lot he sees the same lack of authenticity that he saw in the other children. Almost everything for sale is an aluminum Christmas tree. No maintenance required. Just plug it in and enjoy how pretty and perfect it is.

These trees disgust Charlie Brown, but in the corner he finds a small, ugly tree that is an actual tree. Despite it’s terrible appearance, Charlie Brown appreciates the tree because it is actually something real. Unlike the pink trees, the green tree requires maintenance and care. You have to water it every day. You have to sweep up the brown needles. You have to be careful it doesn’t catch on fire. The ugly little tree is life. Having a real Christmas tree requires work, and Charlie Brown understands on some level that that work is what gives the tree meaning. That’s the difference between living things and robots.

When Charlie Brown sees the little tree, he sees life, and he desperately craves for life. He lives in a constant state of ennui and hopelessness, and this little tree shows that there can be something in the world that actually needs him. Charlie Brown is desperate to be wanted. All of us need to be needed. Hope is the air humans breathe.

Despite being a passive-aggressive loser, Charlie Brown understands what real beauty is, that it’s more than just “this thing looks pretty and makes me feel good”.

He brings the tree to the other children. They immediately hate it. They want something easy and artificial, just like their play. They want instant beauty and instant perfection with no work required. They think he’s a total screw up instead of understanding that he just has a different values set. If you go against the dominant social philosophy and buy a real Christmas tree (or whatever that may represent in your life), then they’ll assume you’re an idiot who can’t do anything right. They can’t imagine anyone would have deeply questioned all the assumptions around them and come up with a different worldview.

Charlie Brown asks that if this authenticity and real-ness is not the real meaning of Christmas, what could the real meaning be? Linus, who always plays the prophet role, then gives his famous monologue where he quotes Luke 2:8-14 (with the textus receptus reading).

Charlie Brown has found the true meaning of Christmas. This gives him hope and joy like he’s never felt before.

It is here that most stories would stop. The hero has learned a lesson. Problem solved.

But what we need to see is how the hero applies that lesson and how the world reacts to it. This is the part of Joseph Campbell’s monomyth theory that is usually left out of stories today. The hero doesn’t just need to defeat the dragon; he must also reflect on what it means to kill the dragon and then readjust to the world being a new state of knowing what it means to kill a dragon. Frodo and Sam have to try to live the simple country life in the Shire after going to hell and back; Dorothy has to see her family again; Alice has to wake up from the dream. The status quo must be restored but with the addition of the new knowledge.

Charlie Brown decides he will spend Christmas honoring real-ness, even if it means spending Christmas alone. He takes his ugly little green tree with real cytoplasm and chlorophyll and tries to work on it to make it beautiful. His very first effort, a single ornament, kills the tree. Charlie Brown runs off-screen screaming in existential pain.

And I think the reason for the existential pain is how quickly that hope Linus gave him failed. He had the capital-T Truth. He heard the Good News and embraced it. And as soon as he tried to apply the Good News in the real world, the real world slapped him down and reminded him that everything is ugly and hopeless. Nor was it the other children that slapped him down — just the cold laws of nature making sure everything is always worse off than before.

Everything degrades. Your best efforts will not make America great again. Nobody is actually interested in real-ness and authenticity. We just want cheap plaster wood furniture. Nobody takes ethics or theology seriously. Nobody takes what they think is true and follows it to its furthest extent. There is none righteous; no, not one.

This really is where the story ends. That thing in life you really care about that you put all your effort into will fail. And you’ll get some great encouragement from church and try to put it into practice, and that will only cause you to fail even harder, and you’ll wonder if all capital-T Truth is just a nice theory. You’ll scream into the void like Charlie Brown, and no one will hear you.

For a long time I thought that the ending where the kids have a change of heart and sing a song was a dumb deus ex machina, and maybe it is, but I am starting to think that it’s the Eucatastrophe. That at the end of everything there will eventually be the great redemption. At the darkest hour when all humanity has degenerated and there’s no hope of ever making it right again or returning to decency, when you least expect it but need it the most, then comes the Second Coming and the Great Judgment, and everything will be made the way it should be, and only the things that are authentic and real will survive the cleansing.

One of the greatest metaphors ever of what it means to be a Christian, and far better than anything Tolkien or Lewis wrote, broadcast on major networks every year, and nobody ever understood what it was about. They always thought it was a weird story with some snow and jazz and some kids tormenting each other.

It’s also possible that Schulz did not put that much thought into it and just wrote himself into a corner.