Monthly Archives: July 2017

SJW Haven

SJW’s stay mad. Since some tweets hurt this poor ragey leftists feelings, she felt the need to report it and exercise her SJW puss pass.

as usual, they run, and hide…

 

Notice the subject here having the username “VLine_Official”. It’s rather hypocritical that someone has to strike up implicit associations amongst accounts.

 

Especially when there’s a clear statement in the Twitter profile dispelling any association with The University of Melbourne’s official account.

and like every corporation, institution or public figure.

They bow, and comply..

 

So much for free speech these days, eh?

Update:

So after this failed “reporting” of me, nothing happens.

Actually the Vice-Chancellor of the University Re-Tweets me.

Yet, this kid does not know when to stop..

So I send her a little love after discovering her name which is publicly posted on her Twitter and also her course which is also something she mentions on her Twitter

In response to this…

Ok here’s some Twitter basics, genius.

You have a public Twitter. You posted all your information on there for the world to see. Blocking one account does nothing if you have a public Twitter account cause all one has to do is log out and they can view your public feed.

No, I haven’t and won’t delete a thing, you’re the one trying to get me reported. Which again, won’t result in anything because what I post is totally fine despite it not agreeing with your feminist and equalist brainwashing you’ve been spoonfed.

Yes? And? Are you ashamed or something?

Whose fault is this?

If you’re super careless and going around trying to get people banned you’ll get whats coming for you. “Blocking” someone and running like a coward isn’t going to get you very far. But you study Arts so not like you’ll get far anyway.

 

Nothing Changes

Every time I come back to Melbourne, I have a hope, a hope that things will be lovelier than the last time I was there, a hope that maybe it’ll be more pleasant than when I left it. Sadly however, that glimmer of optimism typically fades, generally after the third or fourth day upon my return, I realise nothing actually transformed. A few shops moved, a few new signs but ultimately, it’s still the same place. People still plugging away at their jobs, paying their taxes, and experiencing that most placid existence available.

In the time I’ve been gone, I went from place to place, learnt useful lessons, and experienced the highest of highs and lowest of lows. But I come back here and simply can’t see myself being another brick in the wall of delusion. I’ve always maintained and continue to believe that Melbourne is Poison for the types that have the slightest hint of creativity or ambition. Besides sitting in traffic, and boasting about Brunch spots, there’s really nothing going on for the place.

The people seem to be soullessly going through the motions, swallowing the nonsense that’s been thrown out by the general media. The skanks are still shamelessly skanking and finding their herbs after they wasted their peak years getting used like a public restroom. The guys are still “manning” up and accepting the leftovers in the sexual marketplace after slaving away on their careers.

Nightlife remains disappointing, shopping seems stagnant, public transport is still ancient. Some people are comfortable being in the safety of their domiciles, but I never could see myself merely existing in Melbourne. The growth and learning opportunities that come when you’re in new environments and exposing yourself to things you simply can’t get in Australia is very rewarding, and I look back at the years that I’ve spent away from here with fondness as I truly believed staying here and continuing down the pre-determined path that was provided to me would have been a waste.

So, I think I’m happy being abroad. Anywhere but here.

Wrong is Right, Right is Wrong

I often get asked to make an argument as to how unconventional sexual acts are wrong, but without making reference to religion.

It’s actually quite simple. For one moment, close your eyes and allow your mind to let slip all of the assumptions and predispositions you garner over the years of having lived as a human in a human culture (doesn’t matter which one).

Now, open your eyes and with fresh vision see the world around you as if for the first time. Aside from technology, particularly destructive technology, what is the most powerful innate quality which humans possess?

It is the power to consciously create life. No other creature does so knowingly. Animals are driven by the sexual impulse and have no conscious awareness of the outcome of their actions. They are all base desire and instinct.

Humans are creatures of passion too, but we are also mind and moral. It has been the utilisation of reason and ethics that have allowed us to shamble out of the forests and build world-spanning civilisations.

When men and women deal in restraint, communities prosper. Anthropology has long acknowledged that the demure feminine witnessed as part of a traditionalist community contributes far more to the cohesion of the group than an unleashed feminine carnality, as we see in matriarchal societies (which inevitably collapse from infighting).

It seems hardwired into humans that we may have free rein of our more primordial instincts, or we may restrain them and thus have higher culture… but not both.

The sexual revolution, unleashed during the enlightenment by money and power hungry Freemasons and their Jacobin confederates was enacted as a kind of control surrogate for the God-given authority of the Catholic Kings whom they sought to overturn. People are controlled by their passions, so whomever enables those passions, controls them… or so they though. We’re now living in the shattered remains of that plan, and from the depths of my heart, I wish to extend a deep and heartfelt “fuck you” to any and all Freemasonic scum who might be reading this now.

The sexual act has mental, physical, emotional and spiritual ramifications which we still do not completely fathom. But we can draw strong correlationary observations. Most pertinent to this subject, I think, is the clear link between unconventional sexual relationships and death:

Homosexual youth attempt suicide more than 3 times more frequently than their heterosexual counterparts. A Canadian study estimated that their risk of suicide is 14 times higher than for heterosexual youth.

Among youth who attempted suicide, almost twice as many homosexual youth said they really hoped to die, as opposed to the attempt being a cry for attention or help.

Of transgender people, between 30-45% report having attempted suicide. Think about that.

Homosexual men have a higher risk of suicide than women although women attempt suicide more frequently.

Then there are the corollary statistics of higher rates of depression and other mental illness, drug-dependence, crime, inability or unwillingness to find or hold on to long-term employment, massively increased likelihood of contracting serious STDs… the list goes on.

Homosexual advocates will argue that this is due to them living in societies that are default “homophobic” (a term that represents nothing), societies which revile and discriminate against them. While I don’t dispute that discrimination exists, I can quite easily point to the fact that as a heterosexual white male, I encounter discrimination frequently, and there are virtually no services, political groups or federal holidays designed expressly to celebrate my identity. In fact, it’s generally vilified, while homosexuals seem to be at the very social apex of modern Western culture.

If you deny that, you’ve been living in the woods for thirty years, or you’re a damned liar.

Few people decide to off themselves while they’re at the top, which is why the suicide rate among billionaires is remarkably low. So I discount the victimhood strategy of the LGBTXYZ crowd.

These people are yearning for the sweet release of death because the act most central to LIFE ITSELF is for one reason or another twisted inside of them, and as Patriarchy columnist Joseph Sciambra so eloquently and repeatedly points out, few people want to try to help them, for fear of being branded “homophobic”. They are, effectively, pushed deeper and deeper into “the life” until they’re tired of life altogether.

We are built, at the very centre of our beings, to want to find the man or woman who will complement us, and with them, create new life… a LITERAL embodiment of our union. Really think about that!

Think of the philosophical significance of it for a moment. If it doesn’t hit you, you haven’t managed to step away from the sexual revolutionary programming which has inculcated promiscuity into your conception of sex.

The fact is, sex is enjoyable because the act of creating new life is imperative. Not because it feels good. If you confuse the symptom for the effect, then there is no difference between you and two pigs going at it in a mud pit.

It’s ultimately not a matter of pointing out what’s wrong with unconventional sexual acts and/or identity (though I believe I’ve made a rather strong start).

It comes down, in the end, to the fact that there is nothing RIGHT about it.