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« on: May 14, 2019, 09:49:30 pm »
Let's play a game.   Present an honest heartfelt question to your search engine of choice (I use StartPage), and then see how many pages deep a few actually related links appear.  It is my suspicion that the first several pages of most the search engines have been purchased by those SELLING some cure for profit.  Either that, or maybe my kinds of questions aren't very popular.  I thought there would be a lot more people asking such questions.

Has anyone ever been afraid to ask certain questions for fear of setting off some kind of flag, say, like some Internet Suicide Police?

Without further ado, let's get this thing rolling ...



Can suicide be a rationally sound choice if life is redundant and pointless?

Only one page of results.   Here's one that sounds promising:

The Mentally Ill Should Be Allowed to End Their Lives

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It’s often presumed that a long life is accompanied with more happiness and joy. But what if every day brings unimaginable suffering?

There were only a handful of "hits."    ::)

Help me, somebody.

Resistance to euthanasia for the mentally ill is just one of the ways that our society disenfranchises this population by speaking at them about what they “should” do, rather than listening to their lived experiences.
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« Reply #1 on: May 14, 2019, 09:56:50 pm »
Why do we go on living when life is so damn pointless and redundant and predictable?

Why Introverts Hate Small Talk

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That's it?   I deleted 2 after reading the full articles.   is there anything worth reading anymore for me?   I really am beginning to wonder.   
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« Reply #2 on: May 15, 2019, 03:47:17 pm »
I am sorry  that  you are feeling so troubled.Schopenhauer writes too that quite  often he felt very  agitated and heavy  hearted.That the search engines are compromised is really to be expected. I   typed "Schopenhauer was right" and I    get results like "What did he get wrong","Schopenhauer's  big mistake".

Conspiracy? If it looks like a duck, swims like a duck, and quacks like a duck, then it probably is a duck.
We must  completely  banish  the notion as to what the  "crowd" may think   about ,from our minds.

The  world is not "world meant for  humanity". Like Schopenhauer , we   must look   for  an inward  path   to  the true nature  of  existence.Sheer  skepticism is  not the way  out.Without some   kind of   Archimedes-style  foothold   we  will be  utterly at  sea.

As  Wittgenstein   writes:That something about it (the world) is problematic, which we call its meaning.   This meaning does not lie in it but outside of it.
 
Though we may   fail,we need   to  make the effort to find  out as to what the true reality  might be. Our  sensations might  not always  be most trustworthy.

The   post-modern  thinkers   tend of scoff at  everything,but there are things, dark things, which  are ignored by  them completely.

Badiou writes   " I do have something  against  the indifference to   mathematics and the ignorance ,which in my opinion  are  such  serious offences    that  they   preclude anyone from  calling himself  a philosopher."

Point well taken. Good old Badiou. (Yearns for  communism  too).Yes,of course,study geometry before one  enters the Academy. After after one enters the Academy ?Why, one continue to  study only  geometry,of course.

I was   watching a  documentary today about maths.It  was facilitated  by   a  lovely  lady mathematician about my age. Nice documentary.Nicer lady. I looked her up, she has one kid,  and  expecting   another  in a couple of weeks.

She laughs all the time and  calculates.Calculates and laughs.

We ought to  congratulate  her-she has beautiful  red  hair.

Take  care.
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« Reply #3 on: May 15, 2019, 08:30:21 pm »
Thanks for your sympathy, Holden.  I seem to have risen out of the worst of it.   Once, while in a psychiatric ward, I think it was around 2004 or so (see entry 2004.10.14) after the police had collapsed my lung while I was "resisting arrest."  I had been rather psychotic, I suppose, screaming on an outdoor telephone (they still had those back then).   After a kind doctor restored the lung, I was transferred to the psychiatric wing.    A female psychiatrist from Brazil informed me tenderly that, while I may experience very deep lows of despair, when I come out of them, even if ever so slightly, the feelings will be of great relief and even inner peace.

She may have been on to something.  Today, this morning, I made super thin pizza crust and baked "spinach and garlic" pizza, which I ate for lunch and dinner with enough for another meal tomorrow.   I transported the Mother and I to a laundromat, and the experience was surprisingly "spiritual" (to me).  I had to show my mom how to put money on a laundry card, using the card instead of old fashioned quarter coins.   All in all, I think I caught her almost having a little fun, that is, before she became too dizzy, and I had to finish up.    We had quite a load.    The bag of dirty clothes next to my cot was beginning to reek bad, and we had several days of cold rain.  It all might have combined with other factors, triggering what felt like a nervous breakdown.   Maybe that's just what being alive feels like sometimes.     I had been so paralyzed with agitation that I could not concentrate on any mathematics what-so-ever.   In fact, I had temporarily lost all interest.   It was all I could do just to keep my head together.

I used to feel like that on a regular basis in my heavy drinking days.  Now, it took me by surprise.  It certainly didn't come out of nowhere.  Living with just barely enough to get through each month contains its own kind of stress, but, Hell, we're all in it.  I'm sure you and Raul and everyone else has such days when everything becomes difficult.

By the way, the last of the most recent batch of lentils went down so well today (as a snack) that I look forward to making the next batch.   My appetite is still strong (when it wants to be).  It's hard to explain.    I have to be calm and collected.  Then I seem to eat fine.  If I am in distress, no matter how hungry I feel, eating is just not appealing in such inner-turmoil.

Although my mother can't tolerate beans, I have made it clear that I am going to be keeping lentils and other beans in my diet.   I really like your ideas about a simple diet.

Strange enough, I actually feel kind of peaceful this evening, grateful to have the clothes clean.


And yet!    God knows I might explode at any moment out of nowhere.   This puppet-zombie speaks of an "I" as if there is some stable solid identity, but, there is no such thing, just particles in flux.    So, all I can say is that when I wrote the words above "I" was feeling calm, cool, and collected.   The slightest thing might cause me to raise my voice.

I'm afraid my own inner state is unpredictable to me. 
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« Reply #4 on: June 28, 2019, 08:30:47 pm »
Here's one that confounds all the search engines:  literature for someone tired of words.
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« Reply #5 on: August 08, 2019, 10:01:37 pm »
There is nowhere else I could think to place a reference about using "const" --- I know there is a "programming" culture and a "math culture" or what have you, but no matter how long I have been studying such things, I will always feel like an outsider looking in.

the link about const and pointers (as an example of how one might go insane were one to devote enough attention to truly understand what is going on in computer "memory" - the whole concept of which is mapped out as "array of addresses" or "pointer to one such address").

Still, it is not as altogether alien to me as it once was.

Then again, the rabbit hole could just as easily lead to insanity.   Are we really to imagine ourselves grokking all of this?  I mean, are we to expect to develop some kind of intuitive feel for this level of the code, or will we be content to use the interface developed by those who write libraries and build compilers?   How much will any of us understand in one lifetime?

Some days we find it hard to motivate ourselves to eat.   There are mornings I just drink coffee and roll cigarette after cigarette with cheap pipe tobacco.  And yet, most often I am intrigued or disturbed by some technical problem, maybe even some obscure and novel mathematics exercise in a forgotten old "serious math book."   It's all I ever wanted as a teenager - time to think.  Just, please, give me lots of time to just sit here and think, to eat or not to eat ( a banana ).

Maybe the hard truth is that in order to have this time to ourselves, we may have to accept our loser status in a world dominated by obedient dogs.  The wolf is the loser in dog society.   People say "it is what it is," but, no, it is not what it is.  That's a big part of our problem, what Korzybski and the rest were going on about:  the is of identity ... it's at the foundation of Indo-European languages as well as of set theory ... noun + verb ... set + operation ... Without the is of identity, A = A, both structures collapse.  The map is not the territory.   Triangles don't really exist in the objective "Natural World".

So, really, if we want to be totally honest, no, it isn't what it is.  Nothing is what it is.   :-\

I wouldn't blame you in the least were you not passionately interested in "pointers" and "dereferencing memory addresses."   It is mechanical [ultra physical] langauge ... and yet we associate memory with mental.  It turns out mental is also physical down there in the nitty gritty details.

At this very moment I wish to turn a switch off in the brain so I can have my mind wiped clean, but you know that this is an impossibility.  There's so much in there, as Silenus referenced to before somewhere.  Maybe there's an overload.  Or maybe we have added layer upon layer of complexity to our dilemma with language. 

We may be, by definition, insane animals.  I mean, our species seems to be designed to experience an existential mind-bending meltdown.  Like most all lifeforms, we are relentlessly tormented by our necessity to eat, and basically struggle to remain alive; but we have developed enough consciousness to doubt the desirability of existence for the sake of existence.

It's all so confusing at times.  I hope I have not given the wrong impression that somehow studying math and programming has made life more meaningful for me.   It all can vanish in a heartbeat.   All it takes is a twist of fate, a bump on the head, whatever.   What is our fate?  Our fate is not to know.   Our fate is not to understand.  Our fate is cruel.  It is not our fault.  I mean, it's our Fate.   :-\
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« Reply #6 on: August 08, 2019, 10:33:53 pm »
In some sense I have been patiently understanding that getting some grasp of one's limitations is just as, if not more, important to revelation as what one is willing to "take on" intellectually and emotionally. We're all here, striving to meet basic needs. Some have a "calling" of which they develop with their fullest passion, and of which I would know nothing of. And then there are some who don't "hear the call," such as myself, and in the end we're all lying in the grave. It's humbling!

I'm giving some serious consideration to quitting the ol' job to take up an offer to do part-time apartment renovation and remodeling, for the sake of TAKING BACK the time I need to think, to visit the library, to enjoy my own loafing-about and the company of a couple of others that I have come to appreciate having in my life.

I will surely be given the boot by my parents out of the house. Maybe it's about time. It's a strange, twisted sense of value when someone would feel it proper to work full-time with little contentment than to have more "leisure time" and a smaller paycheck. Such is life in the rat-race-to-nowhere. Ffuck the money (minus tobacco, rice and beans, please! :) ).

But you know, I am feeling open to the possibility of a little uncertainty in my life right now. Again, I stress that I am sensing the need to TAKE BACK what little I can in life to gain some peice of authenticity. I don't feel MYSELF when I might as well live at the place I work, since it feels like I never leave. I have kept an about-face for long enough, but as you say, Hentrich, nothing is as it seems.

This much I do know about myself. And I know that I'll be seen in the eyes of others as something "below" the social graces. Ah, but, when have I not? ;)

I am very thankful to have found this forum by-way of the Saynotolife blog back when it was still up and running. You all remind me that I am not alone in knowing what I know (and don't know!) as we eke out a life amongst the maddening crowd.
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« Reply #7 on: August 09, 2019, 10:55:47 am »
Thanks for adding kindle to our little "virtual camp fire" here.

I will not divulge the complicated dynamics between my own mother and I at this time in our lives, but I am exerting a great deal of effort trying to remain patient while simultaneously growing more and more irritated with the redundant and predictable arguments.  She sometimes burdens me as though I were obligated as a "husband," and yet I appreciate living in a somewhat safe and calm environment - so it behooves me to not totally rebel from the conditions.

The last straw would be wasting funds and time on some "smarter phone."   I would strongly resent her demands to help her engage in the inane online activities her siblings and their offspring engage in.  I would rebel.  I have no children or wife for the Mind Parasites to torment me with demands for gadgets and distraction-intrusive technologies.   I refuse to allow them to reach me using my mother as their host!   >:(

When I read that last sentence in the last post by Silenus (above), I was reminded of the Dancing Wu Li Masters, and how modern physicists began using terminology similar to the ancient mystics.   In general, I know nothing, really.  I only know some monkey's tricks for manipulating algebraic symbols in a mental universe with human-defined rules and logic-bound structures.    Then there is the reality of being a temperamental animal creature.   Are we not ALL total as-ssholes deep down in side?  From the snake to the snail to you and I.  I am not a pleasant creature.

I will try to focus on this point even as my mind is all over the place:  I am not alone in not knowing what I don't know.

There is something liberating in this stance.  I'm not sure how to express it or where it fits into the equation.  We certainly can't be aware of the extent of our ignorance.   By definition, we don't know it, so how could we be aware of any deficit.

There is no "is" of identification.   With which identity shall "I" identify with, the math student of today or the possible "I" of an unknown future, living in a cave smoking crystal meth, drinking booze, praying to be released from the Hell of physical existence?

Either way, in the end, we are nothing.   Regardless of whether I write a computer program or not, the animal body will eat food and poop, or it will die as all animals do ... a branch could fall on my head.  Anything can happen.   We are all 2 weeks away from dying of thirst.  All security is an illusion.

I humbly submit that I am rather "soft-skinned" when it comes to urban survival, and that I am not equipped to survive gang-culture prison cities.  I suppose I am in a kind of La-La Land mental landscape between this Hell World and the dirt which will liberate me by swallowing my bones.   I thank each of you for your respect and kindness.  It is a rare treasure in this life, and somehow we have managed to salvage some dignity and intellectual honesty --- almost in defiance of mass-scale hysteria networks polluted by celebrities and politicians.

This "not knowing" was what motivated me to return to old texts that I found particularly novel and authentic.  I was not content to delude myself with contentment with a "college degree."   I wanted to face just how challenging the high-school math curriculum was, and to give it the attention it deserved from the perspective of a fairly mature over-the-hill toothless 127 pound mathematical-computing geek.    The documentation left behind might serve as a prop in a Lovecraftian tale, but I am not the mad Arab ... just the tail end of a dying family they called "He Not Rich".

Rather than forever identifying fundamental theorems with that anxiety-ridden drama-filled time of my life (high school, parents divorced when I was 12, began alcohol use), I have returned to it as a different mental creature, after having been defeated by this world and lived to reflect upon that defeat.  I've lost a decent job, accepted that I had never wanted to reproduce, returned to college and then landed on the welfare payroll with millions of other marginalized and disenfranchised, over-educated "mental health consumers."

I stopped taking psychiatric medications in 2009.  There's something fishy in Denmark, but I think sometimes that it is only by not imbibing alcohol that I keep this fragile life together.  It might have easily fallen to pieces by now with just one temper tantrum (read: psychotic episode  :o).

There is a chance that, when we view our "life story" objectively, the things that appear to be "failures" end up a kind of success; that is, it is not what it "is" since, as the story unfolds, the audience consists only of you in your subjective existence.   It is quite possible that there exists some prisoner in the most wretched situation who has the mental strength to endure mere existence, and to even find some laughter.   There are others who are too sensitive to extreme distress and despair.    Two weeks in actual combat destroys most men for life.  I understand that whatever mental health I do possess is most likely just luck, and that, had I been born into a rougher family, my life might be a different kind of Hell, or I might not have survived childhood.


An aside: If you proclaim loudly that you want no part in having your balls shot off, they diagnose you as manic-depressive or label you a "weakling" (Hitler's tactic).   In the wild west, when France and England and Spain and other nations were fighting over land in the Americas, the military commanders would entice various natives from several "Aboriginal Nations" to join their war by getting them drunk on rum and claiming they were "cowards,"  "chumps,"  or "pus-ss-ies" if they did not fight against "the common enemy" which was British or French or Spanish or whoever.

Booze, guns, and threats to manhood = "a war-loving nation"

I appreciate the imagined community of mathematicians and programmers who hack away at the Open Source computer algebra systems available these days.    As kind of an old dog who still manages to get a gleam in his eyes sometimes when I find myself enthusiastically learning, I guess my heroes are these math and computer geeks.

The thing is, up close and personal, I am a very disagreeable, most of the irritable man.

I only come off as "comical" because my anger and frustration comes out as joking around.  It's ok though.  This is just how I am - a bundle of nerves when others are in my face.   To this day, my mother is able to rattle my nerves.  I am getting a handle on it though, learning to "disallow" others "monkeying-around" with my moods.   

There is little honesty about the actual challenges we face in simply keeping our own heads together.   I find official textbooks, technical manuals, etc all have this sterile lack of authenticity about them, if only because there is never any mention of pooping and eating and preventing your throat from being slit as you read the text.
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Is it possible that every human being [animal="protoplasm-eating-defecating"] is inherently insane?

* Why We Are All Insane

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Certain types of depression, however, Geary continued, may be advantageous. The lethargy and disrupted mental state can help us disengage from unattainable goals — whether it is an unrequited love or an exalted social position. Evolution likely favored individuals who pause and reassess ambitions, instead of wasting energy being blindly optimistic.

Some texts, for the most part, I will simply not be engaging with, and I have to humbly, even if somewhat depressingly, embrace my lowly status as "non-productive citizen."   It is what it is, and I am content with just remaining a lifelong student.   Suddenly, as if by some kind of magic spell, I better able to "keep my head together," or just get a grip on "being-in-the-world."    It is very possible, if not probable, that I may have been blindly optimistic all these years believing that "studying mathematics and programming" might naturally lead to some kind of "financial security" within society.   Those who pick up a hammer or make repairs to machinery may stand a better chance of securing financial independence, shelter, mate, and all the necessary trappings of successful biological preservation.    Evolution favors those who would not waste their lives studying abstract theories ... [and yet!]

And yet I have not reproduced and take full responsibility for the consequences of my cerebral musings.  That is, yes, I see, I am a biological hoax; but what now?   All these wasted years of studying.  I might as well just continue studying, even if pessimistically resigned to getting nowhere.


2.  In Defense of Madness: The Problem of Disability by Mohammed Abouelleil Rashed

Download paper here:  via Library Genesis booksc.xyz

Have you ever collected texts that you were enthusiastic about studying only to find them untouched on the shelf a few years later?    How to process such brute discrepancies between our "plans" or "goals" and what actually transpires in our day to day lives?

There are mornings when I need a little psychoanalysis, or at least some feeble attempt to reverse the customary understanding of madness as illness in favor of the view that madness can be grounds for identity and culture. .   :-\

excerpt:

A person experiences fluctuations in mood; when “high” he can work for many hours on end, frequently overnight. Such episodes are followed by several days of rest during which he feels tired and low in mood. Due to this, he is unable to keep consistent employment as his line of work cannot accommodate the requirement for erratic working hours. In this case, disruption to activity (employment) can be seen as a consequence of his mood fluctuations or due to unaccommodating working arrangements.

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I was not able to sustain enduring interest in the paper, and just skimmed through it.   I was unable to come to any conclusions.  I'm too distracted by the likes of a range-ified, concept-ified STL in the works ... I have no business looking into anything, really.  Who do I think I am?
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« Reply #9 on: December 28, 2019, 06:20:47 am »
why French philosophy and American literary theory sound so full of shiit

Of course, replace the double i in shiit with a single i.

Well, the search engines have really turned to craap, thanks to some kind of monkey business behind the scenes involving MONEY, most likely.  Money has turned the Internet to shiit.

The best place to look for answers to the question posed, or at least a good place to start, is in a book by Jonathan Franzen called THE KRAUS PROJECT.

It has to to with the differences between Romance-language peoples (LATIN-based: French, Italian, Spanish) and Germanic-language peoples (GERMANIC-based: German, English, etc).    That is, Amerikans think they are "cool" when vacationing in France or Italy; but they would have to give a very good reason for visiting Germany, which is so "uncool").   But I like uncool better: functionality is what I admire.    In the USA, "African-Americans" are considered "cool" or even "Italians" - cool ... but not anything German.   German is not cool, not hip.    MAC artsy computers are considered "cool" whereas generic PCs are just "functional" ... although the one has tried to mimic the other.

Maybe it is my disdain for "being cool," that is, because I am not interested in being "cool" that makes me kind of cool, even if I don't want to be cool. 

No.  I am definitely in the German camp, for sheezy.  I don't care about the "new cool look."   Fuuck mobile and GUI, I'm all about the command line, mutter futters.    :D

I have to admit that some of the literary theory and French "postmodern" philosophy can be fun to explore, but my goodness fuucking gracious, how much bullshiit can one keep between one's ears before one considers the possibility that there are unseen forces at work in this world that are out to drive us all insane?    Does it make people feel smart to write in circles with oh-so-clever jargon whose sole purpose seems to tell us over and over again in no uncertain terms that all our problems can be blamed on our being "Europeanized"?

"Good French literary theory did for mediocre American scholars exactly what Kraus claims that Heinrich Heine's breezy, neologism-coining, Frenchified German did for the latter-day  journalistic hacks of Vienna: it allowed you to feel and sound smart and au courant without actually having to think for yourself."

(To be au courant is to be well-informed about something.)

How can one not feel that there is a very organized conspiracy against coherency?

Maybe there is no such conspiracy, and that this just happens to be the tip of an iceberg.

EUREKA!  :o

Could the demarcation that Franzen is pointing out in The Kraus Project be similar to Robert Pirsig's split between Romantic versus Classical Understanding?

“A classical understanding sees the world primarily as underlying form itself. A romantic understandig sees it primarily in term of immediate appearance. If you were to show an engine or a mechanical drawing or electronic schematic to a romantic it is unlikely he would see much of interest in it. Is has no appeal because the reality he sees is its surface. Dull, complex lists of names, lines and numbers. Nothing interesting. But if you were to show the same blueprint of schematic or give the same description to a classical person he might look at it and then become fascinated by it because he sees that within the lines and shapes and symbols is a tremendous richness of underlying form.

The romantic mode is primarily inspirational, imaginative, creative, intuïtive. Feelings rather than facts predominate. “Art” when it is opposed to “Science” is often romantic. It does not proceed by reason or by laws. It proceeds by feeling, intuition and esthetic conscience. […]

The classic mode, by contrast, proceeds by reason and by laws – which are themselves underlying forms of thought and behaviour. […]

Although surface ugliness is often found in the classic mode of understanding it is not inherent in it. There is a classic esthetic which romantics often miss because of its subtlety. The classic style is straightforward, unadorned, unemotional, economical and carefully proportioned. Its purpose is not to inspire emotionally, but to bring order out of chaos and make the unknown known. It is not an esthetically free and natural style. It is esthetically restrained. Everything is under control. Its value is measured in terms of the skill with which this control is maintained.

To a romantic this classic mode often appears dull, awkward and ugly, like mechanical maintenance itself. Everything is in terms of pieces and parts and components and relationships. Nothing is figured out until it’s run through the computer a dozen times. Everything’s got to be measured and proved. Oppressive. Heavy. Endlessly grey.  The death force.

Within the classic mode, however, the romantic has some appearances of his own. Frivolous, irrational, erratic, untrustworthy, interested primarily in pleasure seeking. Shallow. Of no substance. Often a parasite who cannot or will not carry his own weight. A real drag on society. By now these battle lines should sound a little familiar.

This is the source of the trouble. Persons tend to think and feel exclusively in one mode or the other and in doing so tend to misunderstand and underestimate what the other mode is all about. But no one is willing to give up the truth as he sees it, and as far as I know, no one now living has any real reconciliation of these truths or modes. There is no point at which these visions of reality are unified.

And so in recent times we have seen a huge split develop between a classic culture and a romantic counterculture – two worlds growing alienated and hateful toward each other with everyone wondering if it will always be this way, a house divided against itself. No one wants it really – despite what his antagonists in the other dimension might think.”
   (Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance)

Come to think of it, my own personal "Understanding" might actually include both kinds of understanding; and yet, the protagonist in Pirsig's philosophical autobiography states, " ... no one now living has any real reconciliation of these truths or modes. There is no point at which these visions of reality are unified."

There is something so close to my face that it could bite my nose off, and yet I swear I cannot see it!
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Re: Forbidden Topics
« Reply #10 on: December 30, 2019, 04:20:59 pm »
How to [gracefully] resign from the species?

Of course, this only returned articles about how to resign form a job.   That's how "job-centered" the Internet is ... It's as though one is totally defined by their function in the economy.

Why do current search engines suck so badly?
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« Reply #11 on: January 01, 2020, 11:48:24 pm »
online-born and bred ultra-misogynist cults

only one relevant hit out of all the pages ... I recall some rough accusations by Crazy Squirrel before she stopped posting here (deleting her account and all posts?), but I felt it was crucial we did not repress or hold back our honest take on our own experiences for fear of "rocking the boat" --- enforced by her judgements.  I certainly wanted to defend my stance against the promulgation of the lie that if someone is single, they must wish they were paired off with a "mate" --- or to ignore the type of propaganda spewed out in a film like Color Purple that may have made Ophra extremely wealthy, but also did great damage to men's already smeared image.   That film portrayed men in a terrible light, but - oh well, I suppose some men are wretched, and I suppose I have the potential to be wretched as well, given enough booze and heartache.

I do not see myself as promoting misogynistic attitudes, but since Schopenhauer is one of my heroes, I suppose it is easy for people to assume that I "hate" women.  The fact is, Schopenhauer was fond of women.  He freely and shamelessly admitted that it was the nature of his intelligence which repulsed women.   There is something to this.   There are many angry men, many sex-starved angry young men with Great Rage.   This is a global phenomenon. 

So, you see, just as Holden carefully distances himself from the general antinatalist cult, as well as pointing out the fanaticism within self-identified "atheists" --- being sure to clarify independence from that Big Movement.    We wish to separate ourselves from the masses, even from the categories within the masses in which others would like to place us, labels to be branded with.
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When I reduced the search to online misogynist cults, the first hit was : Incel.    I did research, and I very much wish to disassociate with such a movement.  I do not want to be associated with that mentality in any way, although I am not afraid to consider what it is that is making so many young male human organisms wish to lash out this way.

 We use the term gort, but we realize that we all have gort tendencies, and that the most dangerous gort on the planet is the one that smirks at us in the mirror.  The term gorticide is something more akin to invisible [psychological?] surgery than it is to homicide.

Besides, I like to think that my celibacy is voluntary even though there are absolutely no women showing the least bit of romantic interest in me.   I really do feel that I can't be bothered with the emotional entanglements that go along with pair-bonding.   Maybe one day under certain circumstances, I might pull off what Cioran did and be able to share a domicile with a woman, but it certainly is not something I would SEEK OUT.   It would have to be a woman seeking me out, and I might even do a bit of dodging and eluding to prevent the attachment from forming.

I do not hate women or "couples" ---- I just have a certain disdain for the whole OBSESSION the entertainment, advertz, and music industry has with "romantic love."   It's a goddamn hoax, and those who despise those who cling to romantic delusions are only serving to strengthen those delusions in the minds of the deluded masses.

Holden summed it up in epistemophilia as follows:

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You wrote in one of the other threads that when you were in relationship with ladies you used to feel sad if you were not with her or if you had a tiff with her. That is a very deep insight. Now, that you are single you feel far less worried.It works exactly the same way for me too.

-Just Another Nervous Wreck.


What makes communication so challenging is that we may appear to hold contradictory views.  For instance, I do believe that society (and Nature) is anti-male.

I have been told off to my face by a woman for stating such an opinion, and so I have learned to keep such observations to myself.  There is a great deal of tension, where if one speaks up about what we perceive to be the Big Lies of our Society, we leave ourselves open to being categorically demonized as members of an ultra-misogynist cult.    ::)

The world cannot be divided between evil and good.  Evil and good run through the heart of every one of us.   Not only that, but, at least to me and Schopenhauer, there is a difference between lady and woman.    Monied class women are the ladies who Schopenhauer despised - ladies like his own mother?   Well, I cannot disown Schopenhauer no matter what the reactions to some of his more extreme views.  Nor can I easily erase some of my own hard-won attitudes, attitudes I have learned from the streets.   I know the girls can make a mockery of that which truly interests me, for I am very often a serious man; and girls can be extraordinarily silly --- when a woman is being silly, it feels like mockery.     She can get knuckle-draggers to beat me to a pulp, and all she wants to do is dance, dance ...

 ???

Bottom line:   over the hill ---> my celibacy is voluntary and couples are their own problem, not mine.   There are attractive couples, yes, but they do not deserve to be envied.  There is a smugness and sureness, a certain confidence or even cockiness in some couples that I find irritating.    Maybe there is a conspiracy.  Who knows?

I prefer not to give a shiit.

In this way, I feel more akin to the herbivore men of Japan.  These are similar to Hikikomori, no?

Herbivore men are different. Herbivore men, unlike their “incel” counterparts, are not frustrated by their lack of a romantic relationship with the opposite gender. Instead, they are generally indifferent when it comes to the opposite gender, as evidenced by their lack of romantic pursuits.

This is close, but I don't think this label fits either.   It is all rather interesting though, the overlaps ... such as wanting to get by on the bare necessities and not having to sell my soul to a corporation just to live up to some lifestyle demanded by a woman-partner.  No, I can definitely see where these are related, and I strongly resist being caught in such a snag.

They can label all they want.  They can think they know what makes someone tick.   One thing that they can't stand is when an individual is difficult to classify.

One size must fit all, right?   If one is not looking to be in a romantic relationship, if one is not looking for gainful employment and plans to just do what one must do simply to remain alive and have basic creature comforts, the one may be suspected of taking part in a Great Sexodus, a walking off the plantation, a resigning from the species.

There will always be those who might be made more comfortable by demonizing such behaviors.   They would not want too many "losers" to get it into their heads that the game is not worth playing in the first place.  If the so-called "losers" are not made to feel depressed about their "loser status," then those employed, engaged, married, et cetera don't get to feel as good about being so-called "winners."

Ha.

I'll just have to live out the remainder of my life and watch it all pan out.  I will try to be as kind as possible to my own mother, and try to respect my sister, nieces, aunts, and women in general.   And yet, I do not (and can not) promise to like what I see.  That is, I do not have to defer to the Big Lies about careers, marriage, raising children, etc.

I do not have to believe that evolution knows what the fuuck it is doing. 
I do not have to acknowledge any God, nor do I have to be happy about my place in this Bizarroland of Lies.

Imagine how Celine would be judged in today's atmosphere:

Could it be possible that the radical ultra-misogynist cults will be used by upholders of the status quo to silence and demonize/criminalize a poor man's honest opinion?

"... the ladies chit-chat rules the country (France?) ... the men bat out laws, the ladies attend to the serious business: public opinion ... or a medical practice is made by the ladies ... you haven't got them behind you? ... go drown yourself ... the ladies in your neighborhood are feebleminded, they're blithering idiots? ... perfect!  The stupider, the more bigoted, the more chronically assinine they are, the better they rule!"   (originally posted this excerpt in Poor Stupid Fuucks).

At least this phenomenon appears to be global, but with different dynamics at work for different people.  Still, the upholders of the status quo will most likely speak in the most derogatory, insulting ways, and then, to add injury to these insults, will go about making the unemployed, non-dating, isolating MEN the profile for domestic terror.

As a man who fits this profile, I would think it wise for me to clarify that I have a great sense of humor about the situation, not about the ensuing violence/r-a-p-e, no, no - a sense of humor about my lack of interest in romance or employment.   As long as I can short-circuit the conspiracy of propaganda aimed at me to make me feel "less of a man" just for staring down the MOBs, then I am in no danger of becoming all that upset.

After all, they can fool most of the people most of the time, but not all of the people all of the time.   Are people getting paid to write an onslaught of propaganda to ensure that all the officials are on the same page when it comes to "who is dangerous" among us?

Shall those who engage in conversations about programming put up with the mud-slinging man-hating term "brogramming"?

So now I can be called misogynistic just for being drawn to computer science oriented literature/discussions?

Wow.   Maybe there is a very simple explanation.   When one understands that society is a farce, it makes sense that there would be a conspiracy to demonize or silence anything that seriously threatens the status quo. 

In Japan, the innocent and seemingly harmless Herbivore Man may have spontaneously stumbled upon the way out of this absurd comedy of reproduction.

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Re: Forbidden Topics (Totschweigentaktik)
« Reply #12 on: January 02, 2020, 10:57:33 am »
Silence instead of martial law?   [ Totschweigen statt Kriegsrecht? ]

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Die Menschen sollen psychologisch gebrochen werden und es scheint funktioniert zu haben, zumindest erstmal! Die große Schande dahinter sind hier unsere Medien, die einfach alles totschweigen. Von kleineren Demonstrationen kennt man das ja schon. Aber von so gewaltigen, das scheint jetzt eine neue Strategie zu sein. Diese Strategie wird nun ganz sicher als Paradebeispiel für die nächsten "Aufmüpfigen" dienen, um erst gar nicht zu versuchen evtl. auch so demonstrieren zu wollen. Was kommt wohl als nächstes??

People are supposed to be broken psychologically and it seems to have worked, at least first! The great shame behind this is our media, which simply silence everything. We already know about smaller demonstrations. But of so great, that now seems to be a new strategy. This strategy will certainly serve as a prime example for the next "cop-up", so as not to try to demonstrate this way at all. What's next?

I am becoming desperate for some truth, so desperate that I am using automated translators

Looking for examples of Totschweigentaktik on ZooTube, there were 0 hits, but when I split the word "silence" (totschweigen) from tactic, I found this.

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zu wenig Teilnehmer,der ist gut!Aber wenn 20-30 durchgeknallte Antifa Affen eine demokratische Demo stören mit Rufen wie "Deutschland verrecke u.s.w." ist das ein Beitrag wert.Danke für das Video,und gut das es "noch" das Internet gibt wo man sich "auch" imformieren kann was in der Welt wirklich los ist. PS.Was ist eigentlich aus den russischen U-Booten,oder doch nicht, vor Schweden geworden? Dazu schweigt sich die Lügenpresse auch aus, und vieles mehr.

Too few participants, that's good!But if 20-30 antiphew monkeys crush a democratic demo with calls like "Germany tremble, etc." Thank you for the video, and well, there's "still" the Internet, where you can get "even" information about what's really going on in the world. PS.What has happened to Russian submarines, or not, before Sweden? The liar press is silent about this, and much more.

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Ich wünsche den Menschen Frieden in Freiheit in der Ukraine, an allen Kriegsplätzen dieser Welt. Wir überwinden gemeinsam das Übel dieser Welt, indem wir uns miteinander verbünden.

I wish the people peace in freedom in Ukraine, in all the places of war in the world. Together, we overcome the evil of the world by joining together.

I know that part of my brain is always sighing, "Why bother?" and "What next?"

"For my father and my brother, it's too late, but I must help my mother stand up straight!"   ~ Neil Peart

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Rush drummer, Neil Peart, wrote this song based on the experiences of bassist, Geddy Lee's parents. They both survived a concentration camp in Czechoslovakia.

Czechoslovakia is like in the back yard of what is called Germany.  My paternal grandmother's family was Czechoslovakian, and I still have trouble spelling the name of this country.   As a child I used to spell Sweden with two e's, Sweeden ...

I'm a mut.   As far as Swedes go, I am quite skinny and not very tall at all.   So, I'm not a prototype of the "Nordics" ---  I think some of my most subversive tendencies must come from the Czech roots somewhere.   Who knows?
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« Reply #13 on: January 02, 2020, 11:49:59 am »
Kafka lived in, what is now the Czech Republic and yet he almost never wrote Czech.
He almost exclusively wrote in German.
Yes, he was not ethnically a German.The deeper reason why I write this is that in my personal experience, I think mono-lingual states are much better than the multilingual ones. You see, Kafka is writing in German, speaking German at home and yet the moment he got in the street, he was obliged to speak Czech because otherwise most people would probably not understand him.
Even with the same language it is hard enough to convey one's thoughts ,and difference in languages,just makes the task doubly difficult.Over here, people chatter in a babble of tongues and I can neither understand nor make anyone understand what I mean.I think Kafka might have experienced something similar.
I need to constantly shift from one language to another in order to have even a basic conversation with anyone.I speak Hindi, and English of course, and here people speak Bangla, which is similar to Hindi but not quite Hindi. There is only so much time in a day and one cannot learn every language in the world.

And so we are reduced to talking in the manner of our primate ancestors-in grunts and groans.

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« Reply #14 on: January 02, 2020, 04:11:26 pm »
Yes, I have heard that there are over 40 different languages in India and that the government holds sessions in English as a common ground.  Is that true?   

When I tried to live downtown in my "hometown" where I grew up (Freehold, New Jersey), I was trying to speak "Broken Spanish" to communicate with neighbors and townspeople, but I almost always resorted to hand signals, facial expressions, and a whole lot of grunting and groaning.

Most of the people I interacted with had a great sense of humor and spoke much better English than I spoke Spanish.  They taught me Spanish more than I taught any English.    There was a lot of kindness toward me, even though, on the whole, I felt very alienated in that environment since I did not join in the "work for money for love" regime.   When I asked the "day laborers" why they subjected themselves to waiting all morning for the opportunity to jump into the trucks of local contractors, they would tell me, "No money, no Love."    It was then I knew that the mujeres bonitas were out of my league, out of my reach.  I could not acclimate myself to the New World Order.

Also, since I was older, I did not bump heads with any youth-gangs.  They kind of let me be as I would wander up and down the railroad tracks and in and out of the woods and fields.   I guess I was more of an oddity, a harmless oddity ... except for my staring too long at the long black hair of some Chicanas.  There were surely those who used a good amount of self-restraint.   It's not polite to stare with a goo-goo ga-ga facial expressions.   Maybe they thought I was touched in the head and gave me a free pass.  I tried not to bother anyone, but when I was drunk, I probably bothered a whole lot of Latinos, and not just the Mexicans.   :-[

What I really would like one day is to read Norwegian (or at least Swedish) so as to be able to read Zappfe, although there is a German translation.    I'm afraid I have neglected the mother tongue.  Neither parents were taught it, and my grandparents never spoke it.    The last generation to speak German would be great grandparents.    As you may know, speaking German was discouraged in Amerika during the great wars as people did not want to draw attention to themselves.

You are right though, Holden, even when speaking the same language, communication is difficult enough.   The lines and symbols on the paper have only relative meaning.  Music seems to bridge this gap, as does mathematics and art.

I ought to count my Lucky Stars that you and Raul and Ibra write in the language that comes easiest to me.   No, actually, to be completely honest, English is the only language I am fluent in.   All others require I use software to dissect.

Even among the natives indigenous to Nordamerika, there were many languages, and the universal must have been a kind of sign language --- quite sophisticated actually.   Supposedly the differences in languages help prevent a man and woman from different tribes/nations from pair bonding.    Of course, that obstacle is overcome by many adventurous souls

When I am out and about, I always feel a little crazy.  That is, I tend to babble on and on, almost talking to myself in public.   Is this social anxiety?

I catch myself trying to steal glances at strangers, trying to communicate with a glance, saying, "I get it.  I know this life is not easy for any of us, no matter what tribe, nation, or religion one is born into."

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