I can’t speak for Anglo-Saxons (i trust Nick Land to do it), but we are ready to reinstall the order in France or Germany. We are the Rome. We are the Byzantium. Russians are coming.

Titanium is the ninth-most abundant element in Earth’s crust (0.63% by mass). Yet globally, we produce only 370,000 tons of titanium sponge annually. By comparison, we produce nearly 2 billion tons of steel. Figuring out how to mass-produce titanium economically will kickstart a new Industrial Revolution.

I cannot imagine the horror of going to your execution, experiencing severe pain, and then waking up and finding out you lived and that you have to go to your execution again. Hard to imagine what it means for something to be cruel and unusual if that isn’t it.

There’s several versions of a Strawman - one is to take the least convincing reason to support a position (even if it has a loud person saying it) and act as that this is the only reason. I think academic striverism doesn’t raise IQ and students forget the course material after a couple years (this has been researched). The benefits are low and the costs are high. If all middle class jobs require 10 + hours a week doing test prep - we’re going to have a generation of teens who are (more) anxious and depressed. I don’t think I’m being unreasonable for saying “no I do not want to import a culture that will reduce the quality of life for my children”. I would feel this way even if the immigrants were causing this cultural change were 100% white. Yet every liberal I see discussing this is saying “dumb chuds don’t want their kids to work hard and they’re just racist”. I want my kids to work hard in their careers where it isn’t just a zero sum status game like it is for academic achievement.

Actually, the “Slutcon” “controversy” is very simple and straightforward. “Slutcon” an organized pimping ring. Let me explain. Men pay thousands of dollars to attend (just like a customer!). Women apply to work the event (just like an employee!). Female workers either get paid directly, gain work connections and leverage, and/or boost their own sex work side hustle careers. Open your eyes: it’s an event organized so a group of hired female workers can financially benefit in exchange for providing sexual services that men pay for. Aella, like millions of successful-but-aging prostitutes before her, is making the transition from prostitute to pimp (or madam, as they used to call it). The fact that supposedly intelligent “tech people” from the “tech sphere” are such utter philistines and naïve rubes that seemingly none of you are even capable of identifying the oldest trick in the book is truly risible. Instead, what we get is literal days and days of “nuanced” and breathless discourse over “the delicate issue of Slutcon🥺”. You are all rubes. Marks. And so utterly arrogant in your belief of your own exceptionalism that you count yourselves above human nature, too interesting to learn any human history, and that’s why this sphere is constantly defeated over and over by the simplest and pettiest villains of the human story: cults, hookers, and swindlers.

Trying to think of bands or artists who drastically changed their sound while keeping the same name. Scott Walker, Beastie Boys, to a lesser extent Joy Division. Not looking for something like Opeth with Damnation since that was a one-off

This is what Sally Hemmings looked like btw

What that dumbfuck doesn't realize is those kids he hates are the academic equivalent of Earl Campbell

"Heritage Texans" You mean Mexicans?

The response to this leads me to believe that a lot of people have something like aphantasia for abstraction, and/or something similar to what @charlesmurray describes as a "perceptual deficit" for seeing/feeling certain kinds of creative expression that is not concrete and literal. People who don't "get" abstract art––perhaps an overlapping trait with other core conservative intuitions (low openness, eg)––accuse people who like Rothko or other abstract art of being taken in by some kind of social contagion or otherwise reacting to status cues, but reject the notion there is any genuine artistic merit we are reacting to. The experience of it is inaccessible to them and therefore they think it isn't real. The abstract art appreciator in turn often makes the mistake of trying to articulate the value of the art through language, which sidetracks the question. The artistic merit of Rothko is not articulable in that way. It is a feeling. A mood. It washes over you (or not). "What do you mean you can't see the apple in your head? It's right there. Just imagine the apple and rotate it around. The colors. The sheen. The contours of the green and red skin." It's like this. A guy who sees the apple in his head, trying to explain to the guy who can't see the apple in his head what it's like to see an apple in your head.

That Dallas is one of the worst cities in the country really isn’t at issue, almost everyone who goes there agrees. What’s more interesting is that Dallas has drawn in so many Indian immigrants, and is criticized for this. Vietnamese flock to New Orleans (humid, soulful), Arabs flock to Michigan (frank, flat, time passes slowly), and Persians flock to LA (limestone, gold, needlessly primitive desert). Similarly, India and Dallas are made for each other. Both are devoid of any unique characteristics whatsoever. Huge vast landscapes of endless mediocrity, where nobody goes deep or far on anything, just surviving, shoveling food into their mouths, completely unconscious of the transcendent. There is no high and no low, only middle. There is no art, no architecture; only patterns and passageways. There are no walls between things. The make up on women’s faces is thick and undifferentiated, as if more layers equals better looks. A concrete building connects to a concrete highway, a gas station serves gas, burritos, gambling, and lowest bidder sugar-alcohol with no awareness of design—a camel made by the committee of total practicality. In a way, India and Dallas are the “realest” places on earth, in that they are the most earthly, they are the most disconnected from the sublime. There are no bums, there are no magnates, only infantry. They are sewers, the gurgling bowels that carry us from beauty to death, the gunk in the pipes of life, the 3-4pm of existence, where necessary liminal nothingness is the purpose. We all must pay our pain quotient to God, but we also must pay our boredom, and this we do in India and Dallas. The waiting rooms of life on earth.

On a flight from Boston to Phoenix and this note was in my seat when I returned from the restroom. I think this shows how much an entire generation is struggling. Whether it’s my own kids or a random person on a random flight, young people are frustrated. There is massive anxiety and uncertainty about the future. This government hasn’t done jack shit for hardworking young Americans who have done everything right…..but if you are a billionaire with a big stock portfolio and a bigger tax cut, Trump’s "Golden Age" has arrived.

Horny boomers are hiring their own harams, and HR harpies are scrolling resumés like they’re on hinge and getting “the ick” when they see names like “Ben Roberts” But yeaaa the problem is that young guys “want to sit in their basement & eat Cheetos” (real Tomi Lahren quote btw)