Riding the big wave

It’s a lot less fun going down than it is going up:

It is becoming increasingly difficult for people who live in the real world to communicate with those who don’t, and there is an increasing number of those who don’t just simply because most people believe what they are told and the lies they are being told are now monumental. Astronomical in size. That’s one of those universal rules about human beings; the majority will always go along with whatever you tell them. That’s just the way it always has been and always will be. All good propagandists know that.

For those who do think for themselves and live in the real world however, everything that is happening today has been entirely predictable and even expected. I mean, the corporate media will say “no one ever saw this” or “they never saw that” and really the case is they just choose not to have those people appear.

This is one reason why I haven’t written much on economics for the last few years. The dichotomy between what is and what is reported probably hasn’t been this great since the Soviet Union lost control of its newspapers.

By the way, I think it’s too soon to short gold even for the traders. I was thinking we were getting close, but based on my estimates, there’s another 100-115 to go, depending on how fast we get there. R-DMA 200 is only at 1.29, it was 1.4 at the 6 May 06 peak. Of course, it only took eight trading days to get there from 1.27, so a decent opportunity may be presenting itself soon.

Good advice

Cassy Fiano encourages women to stop stabbing their men in the back:

And this “harmless” disparagement of husbands among wives is not harmless either, ladies. It may seem like it’s just fun and games to put down your husband when you’re gossiping with your girlfriends, but it isn’t. Would you say that kind of stuff to his face? Would you tell your husband that he can’t take care of himself if his life depended on it, that he’s selfish and doesn’t pay enough attention to his family? If you wouldn’t, then don’t go around laughing about it with your girlfriends without a second thought.

I can’t speak for what goes on when the girls are gabbing, but this sort of thing in mixed company irritates me to no end. I especially despise those women who try to hide behind the passive-aggressive “I’m just joking” game. As Spacebunny says, this sort of behavior reflects badly on the man. But it reflects even worse on the woman. And it’s certainly inspired some piling on at Dr. Helen’s place.

Lest you think I exaggerate

This sums up the destructive, self-hating nihilism of the equalitarians:

The women of America would do well to consider whether their much-cherished gains of the right to vote, work, murder and freely fornicate are worth destroying marriage, children, civilized Western society and little girls.

After 1.2 seconds of consideration, the answer is yes, fucking totally. This without any sarcasm whatsoever.

Those must be some really great Powerpoint presentations… it will be interesting to see how many people still feel this way once the housing crash and recession seriously get rolling.

Now who does this sound like?

David Brooks paints a vivid image of a character type:

Every society produces its own distinct brand of social misfits, I suppose, but our social structure seems to produce significant numbers of people with rank-link imbalances…. They rack up great grades and develop that coating of arrogance that forms on those who know that in the long run they will be more successful than the beauties and jocks who get dates.

Then they go into one of those fields like law, medicine or politics, where a person’s identity is defined by career rank. They develop the specific social skills that are useful on the climb up the greasy pole: the capacity to imply false intimacy; the ability to remember first names; the subtle skills of effective deference; the willingness to stand too close to other men while talking and touching them in a manly way. And, of course, these people succeed and enjoy their success. When Bigness descends upon them, they dominate every room they enter and graciously share their company with those who are thrilled to meet them….

These Type A men are just not equipped to have normal relationships. All their lives they’ve been a walking Asperger’s Convention, the kings of the emotionally avoidant. Because of disuse, their sensitivity synapses are still performing at preschool levels.

I’ve occasionally wondered what sort of developmentally stunted freak wants to spend most of his time being surrounded by adoring, wide-eyed fans. I mean, while I very much appreciate those who think well of my writing, I’d rather socialize with my friends. Half of them know that I write but don’t read my stuff, the other half are vaguely aware that I occasionally write now and then, but most have no idea what it is. None of them play my games either. On the other hand, I don’t spend much time investing in their portfolios, going over their code, using the products they manufacture or reading their legal briefs either.

Other than SB, the White Buffalo and the Original Cyberpunk, no one even reads this blog. And that’s not only fine, that’s normal. This is the best line from Brooks’s column: “Maybe they’d be O.K. if somewhere along the way they’d had true friends, defined as a group of people who share a mutual inability to take each other seriously.”

Life is too short and too crazy to take yourself seriously all the time. If you can’t laugh at yourself, you deserve the laughter that will eventually come your way.

Celebrating the New Anschluss

Daniel Hannan points out the irony of the way in which the Fourth Reich’s second annexment of Austria is actually less democratic than the Third Reich’s was:

Two anniversaries are marked this week. Fifty years ago, the European Parliament met for the first time; seventy years ago, Austria was annexed by Hitler. The first anniversary is the subject of official self-congratulation; the second of official obloquy.

It’s funny how things look in retrospect. Both the Treaty of Rome and the Anschluss were acts of political integration. But whereas the Anschluss was endorsed by 99.8 per cent of Austrian voters in a referendum, European treaties are habitually rejected in referendums. The odd thing is that we are expected to deplore the former and applaud the latter in the name of democracy.

I’m very skeptical of democracy. But I’m even more dubious of non-democratic conquests hidden behind a faux-democratic veil. One needn’t be a Christian eschatologist to see that the EU is not going to end much better than Europe’s last totalitarian takeover.