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Heartening News for Any Author

24 Saturday May 2025

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Five percent of US college English majors are literate! The test was understanding Bleak House by Dickens The results:

To summarize even further for those skimming:

58% of students understood very little of the passages they read
38% could understand about half of the sentences
5% could understand all seven paragraphs

These are college students majoring in English. About half of them are English Education majors, which means they will be teaching books like Bleak House to high school students after graduating. But they themselves cannot understand the literal meaning of the sentences in the opening paragraphs.

Add to that the fakeness of “popular” formulaic “authors”, and … Я с нетерпением жду возможности перенести свою деятельность в Россию.

The Samizdat Author’s Club

24 Monday Mar 2025

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Jacob Savage wrote a pretty good expose on the decline of (or, at least, the reception to) White male authors in the USSA. Read the whole thing.

It’s easy enough to trace the decline of young white men in American letters—just browse The New York Times’s “Notable Fiction” list. In 2012 the Times included seven white American men under the age of 43 (the cut-off for a millennial today); in 2013 there were six, in 2014 there were six.

And then the doors shut.

Being banned and shunned isn’t exactly the same thing as vanishing. For instance, rumors to the contrary aside, I’m still here and writing. Judging Athena will be along shortly, surely restoring this White Man to the notable fiction lists of note. (Sadly, I do not qualify for the under 43 thing…)

UPDATE: The vanishing White Man has been sighted in Russia. Judging Athena gets a little traction in Moscow.

COLUMN: Why Men Should Read Fiction

14 Friday Mar 2025

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Why Men Should Read Fiction

 

Vox Day did a very good job, over at Sigma Game, lately explaining why (American/Western) men don’t read much these days. Few real men want anything to do with loony witches, fembots, and caustic blue-haired harpies. Yet those types, along with some other usual suspects, constitute the majority of Western book authors, publishers, distributors, buyers, editors, gatekeepers, and agents. If one reads Vox’s article, then one will gain a decent understanding of the astroturfing of what passes, at least in the eyes of too many postmodern women, for best-selling literature. Add to this tragedy the decline of general intelligence, burgeoning post-literacy or illiteracy, and the shunning of men from traditional male ideas, systems, endeavors, and spaces, and one has a recipe for a rolling disaster. 

Patrick Lawrence wrote the other day about part of that unfolding disaster as it pertains to the peculiar case of Yankee Attorney General Pam Blondie’s circus sideshow release of files regarding the criminal activities of dead pedophile Jeffrey Epstein. If one has just arrived from another galaxy, then know that Epstein was the poster boy for an international child sex trafficking ring and likely intel asset. Evidently, the only good thing the man ever did was die. Blondie hyped her file release, then crawfished when the event underwhelmed. She now claims she has better information and will release it once certain redactions are made. Lawrence honed right in on one given reason for some of the redactions: “national security”. 

Let us consider: What issues of “national security” would require redaction in regard to a deceased sex-trafficker or his underage victims, unless our government or close allies had been involved in said sex-trafficking ring?

The Yankee empire, its agents, friends, and allies, have a long and wicked history of involvement in related matters. Way back in 2019, I wrote a few bits about the quiet release of another batch of previously classified data, the FBI’s “Finders Files”. Those files concerned a series of 1980s cases of child sexual abuse at daycare centers that became popularly known as the “Satanic Panic”. After the children’s allegations were “investigated”, we were informed the kids made it all up, nothing happened, and don’t you dare suspect anything similar going forward. Thirty years later, we learned that everything the kids said was true, the government knew about it at the time, and there was a cover-up. A few august members of the retarderati responded to my articles by telling me I was a fool for rehashing long-debunked cOnSpIrAcY ThEoRiEs. And, yes, I had linked to the same set of files back then in the articles, but again, the not reading angle. 

What does any of this have to do with fiction? Well, I included the Finders and a fictional version of Epstein, the notorious Geoffrey Steinberg, in my 2019 novel, The Substitute (2023 revision from Green Altar Books). Oddly enough, when he found out I was writing my first major work of fiction, the late, great Thomas Moore said, “That’s great, and you should! Just remember, though, that half the people are illiterate and the other half don’t read.” He was, of course, being jovial, though as we know he was onto something. Those who have read my book enjoyed a narrative telling of the foregoing criminal atrocities and more as seen through the eyes of a former CIA killer. In chapter sixteen, page 191, Tom Ironsides even warns a young FBI agent specifically about the Finders. Agent Pennington was at Tom’s house after the hero inadvertently busted up an Epstein-esque operation within the public school system(s). On the next page, Tom’s former employer thanks him for his help while promising the DOJ will relieve him of the burden of testifying out of deference to … national security. And Tom knows what Lawrence suspects: there is always Yankee government involvement in such filth.

By the way, I noted a long history of such evil. This involvement is as old as, in fact, older than America itself. If one has access to that newfangled internet thing, then please search for the strange case of all the little skeletons found under Benjamin Franklin’s old house on the apply-named Craven Street in London. Yeah.

One beauty of writing fiction is that the author can provide satisfaction for certain unpleasant matters in ways simply impossible for the average man to affect in real life. For instance, in chapter twenty-one of The Substitute, in the subsection “Justice Delivered,” Tom learns that Mr. Steinberg, his tropical island liar, and several dastardly associates are eliminated one evening by a massive thermobaric explosion. (Secret reveal: the blast is caused by a drone cargo 747 loaded with the mythical “C-12” ultra-high explosive [a non-RDX, post-nitroamine agent]. Why? Because.) As a bonus, the reader also witnesses Tom’s fond memories from the time it was his honor to assassinate a chief associate of Steinberg in Sicily. That extrajudicial hit, by the way, will be explicated in my forthcoming novella AURELIUS. 

Remember, all men and women, that fiction has the stirring ability to connect the reader to assorted subjects by creating a personal link between those subjects and the reader’s thoughts and emotions—a powerful and sometimes fun force. 

In conclusion, I recommend a few random novels for the esteemed consideration of my readers here. First, there’s the self-serving mention, again, of The Substitute. Then there’s Counterparts by the late Gonzalo Lira. Next, we have The Ways of the Dead by Neely Tucker. After that, I am currently enjoying the heck out of The Lightkeeper by Sherry Shenoda, a fantastic Christian fictional tale possessed of a keen and unusual literary quality. Finally, and again of self-serving interest, there’s the soon-to-be-published Judging Athena, Christian fiction unlike any other and utterly unlike my ordinary fare.

(Green Altar Books, forthcoming.)

Athena is an exposition and championing of the beauty of marriage and the salvation-fostering benefits thereof. Believe it or not, even though it’s my work, there’s zero cursing, lust, or jaded polemics in it. There is a modicum of turbulent action, partly of a nature related to those instances noted above. However, when those very few scenes come along, they will be welcomed by the reader, and they unfold, divinely inspired, in a different direction than my usual compulsion. The love story itself, as compelling as it is innocent, is a superb singularity. Soon, my friends.

Deo vindice.

“COLUMN:” A Palestinian Library

31 Friday May 2024

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A Palestinian Library

 

This week, being a little pressed for time, I’m just listing out the Palestine-related books I’ve reviewed this year – with a few more.

The Other Side of the Wall: A Palestinian Christian Narrative of Lament and Hope by Rev. Munther Isaac

Normalize or Resist?: Palestinian Christians Respond to Oppression by Rev. Isaac, et al.

Deluge: Gaza and Israel from Crisis to Cataclysm by Jamie Stern-Weiner, et al. 

The Rape of Palestine: A Mandate Chronology (Vol. 1) by Blake Alcott

The Rape of Palestine: A Mandate Chronology (Vol. 2) by Blake Alcott

The Stone House by Yara Hawari

I have not read or looked at this picture book, but it comes highly recommended:

Against Erasure: A Photographic Memory of Palestine Before the Nakba by Teresa Aranguren, et al.

It has been some time since I’ve read it, and, alarmingly, no longer have my copy, but a good man from Georgia wrote a great book in 2007 on the subject of peace:

Palestine: Peace Not Apartheid by Hon. Jimmy Carter

The first book I read about Palestine, likely the first book any one of you read, was: The Holy Bible. Consult it as needed – and it is needed.

Those nine books should keep one busy for a while. For my part, I’ve currently got a copy of collected E.A. Poe works (на русском). Also, Andrei Martyanov’s new book, America’s Final War, is out, as a PDF from Clarity. My next book review article, here and elsewhere, will most likely be a cursory look at five(!) works by Professor Alexander Dugin, along with at least one Dugin critique comparison book. That’s coming before too long. And we’ll also have some additional geopolitical fun and perhaps a few short stories. Fiction writing is kind of where my mind is at right now. Stay tuned.

A rather short “column,” eh? And if your bow tie was ruffled, then good.

Deo vindice.

Where Did The Real Writers Go?

19 Tuesday Mar 2024

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Simplicius takes a break from the geopolitical and explores seemingly bygone literary art.

Many writers developed cultic appeal because they not only lived the lives they wrote about, they seemed to exude a mystic aura in the most direct and overt sense: that is, they engaged in occult practices, spoke of mystical experiences—Philip K. Dick’s infamous ‘V.A.L.I.S.’ incident comes to mind; Burroughs’ life was wrought with possessions and ‘visitations’. That’s not to say this necessarily makes them great writers, or even better ones than today’s stock; it’s just an observation on their image and parasocial relationship with the public, and how that served to create a sometimes grandiose representation of their work, which, illusory or not, made it seem to impart more truth, more grist of enlightenment about our puzzling, isolated experience.

But all of this so far has been from the frame of the authors themselves. The more nuanced and tangled perspective comes from that of the audience, the receptor rather than the transmitter in this two-way dynamic. The modern audience has changed just as assuredly as the author. There are myriad ways and reasons for that, primary among them the internet and spread of social media. These have changed not only the parasocial dynamic between the two, but more importantly, have given audiences a previously unknown capacity to plumb an author’s intimate depths, wash and launder every loose knickknack of their character for the public consciousness, secularizing their romanticized ‘auras’ and clinically cataloging their fey intangibles.

More than that, the audience’s tastes and consumption appetites have fundamentally changed. In the age of the quick-fix and low impulse control, grunting audiences nose through the literary truffle garden for the next novelty, eschewing the difficult or committed. The relationship between author and reader has always been a sort of channeling seance: it takes two for the creative spark to alchemize into revelation, or transcendence. If the audience is not attuned or even developed enough to be receptive to the connection—the shades of meaning and subtext—then the power will not transmit properly over frayed wiring.

The best authors sketch the secret patterns of the world, reorienting the reader through the privileged passageways and penumbras of the unseen and untouched semiotic realm. An uninterested or distracted reader—or one benumbed to the world’s artesian currents by the diffusive excesses of modernity—will not be receptive to the engagement. The vast amount of information we process in the average day today nearly alone precludes the existence of a ‘great writer’, as his shadow in the ‘great audience’ has dissipated with the times. Dilution and overstimulation leave a gray mesh of attention spans squandering the fertilization process necessary for fermenting ‘Exceptional Material’. That’s a long winded manner of saying: attention spans, over-dilution of choices, coupled with this internet-mediated demystification of authorial personas has left the audience disinterested, disengaged, and more apt to seek novelty in the form of trend-hopping or variety for its own sake.

The other contributing factor is the general direction the industry itself has taken. The total overhaul of the literary and book publishing industries from the ground up has transformed them into a fair caricature of the Longhoused DEI subversion-machine stereotype applicable to the managerial and ‘professional’ classes over the last few years. Those who haven’t followed would likely pale at the sheer depth of the industry’s total disembowelment and ideological revampment.

Read the whole thing. In fact, just read. The characters and the stories are still out there. And when one comes across a good or great reader, be she a Hawari or he a Graham or even a Lovett (hey!), then, by all means, buy, support, and spread the word!

Amerika, A Free And Open Democracy

08 Thursday Feb 2024

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With muh liberty, constitution, diabetes, and so forth…

And who needs a real government when government-charted corporations like Amazon are willing, ready, and able to digitally burn the books Big Brother deems bothersome?

Judiciary Chairman Jim Jordan revealed on X that the White House was directly involved in the censorship campaign. That includes a 2021 email from one Biden official asking to discuss “the high levels of propaganda and misinformation and disinformation of [sic] Amazon?”

Amazon in turn appears to ask only how high the Biden White House wants it to jump on censorship: “[i]s the [Biden] Admin asking us to remove books, or are they more concerned about search results/order (or both)?”

After the meeting, Amazon confirmed in an email that it was actively doing what the government demanded in suppressing sales by not promoting disfavored books: “As a reminder, we did enable Do Not Promote for anti-vax books whose primary purpose is to persuade readers vaccines are unsafe or ineffective on 3/9, and will review additional handling options for these books with you.”

It’s not just the vaxx that will get one a meeting with the Corporate Ministry of Truth. I’ve been banned, shadow banned, and delisted by Big Tech for mentioning such things as the vaxx, other medical hoaxes, hoax elections, UFO hoaxes, the banking system, the school system, the doings of a certain tribe, and more. I’d go on, but I think your corporate “news” wants to tell you about Kang Chuck’s cancer or rain in LA or something important. Go check that out now. Have more cheesy chips and cheap beer on the way.

COLUMN: A Bookstore Under Fire (Again)

01 Wednesday Nov 2023

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A Bookstore Under Fire (Again)

 

I don’t know much about Telegram, but, evidently, a lot of people use it. Some misuse the social service. The other day, a known disinformation channel targeting the Muslim-majority Dagestan Republic of the Russian Federation, ran a warning that a planeload of Jewish refugees were inbound from Occupied Palestine. The channel is operated out of Kiev and is a project of the SBU-CIA terror network. It has since been blocked and Russian authorities have taken remedial measures regarding the mostly peaceful protest that erupted at the local airport based on the psyops refugee tip. While they were likely led by NATO Nazi-backed insurgents, some Islamic Dagestanis fell for the ruse. They protested at the airport in an attempt to safeguard their Republic from invasion. It was a hoax, but in their defense, at least they were proactive. These people are intelligent and they remember various episodes from their history and the history of other nations. Beginning at the end of the nineteenth century, Palestinians were confronted with successive waves of Jewish refugees and now find themselves facing extermination.

So it is that, begrudgingly, Americans may be forgiven for falling for similar disinformation campaigns. After all, if intelligent Muslims who take their faith seriously can be duped, then dull-witted neo-pagans must be expected to fall for whatever lies they are told, no matter how ridiculous. It’s almost like Americans live to fall for hoaxes, and they’ve been treated to another big one for the past few weeks. Being mildly wicked, extremely gullible, and rather stupid, maybe they just can’t help it. Their disinformation propaganda channels have names like “BBC,” “CNN,” “FOXNews,” and “NewsMax.” 

Immediately after the US-Israeli green flag operation out of Gaza on October 7, lurid tabloid headlines like this appeared:

“40 Babies Murdered By Hamas” – Metro (UK)

“Horror At ‘Pure Evil Beheading Of Babies’” – Daily Express (UK)

“Hamas ‘cut the throats of babies’ in massacre” – The Times (UK)

It appears to be the Hasbera job of UK “news” outlets to first trumpet these ridiculous lies, perhaps as an SIS-CIA vetting process. Next, they are presented in bold and red at places like the Sludge Report. Thereafter, the mantra is repeated perpetually, broken only by regular cries of, “Antisemitic!”, at outlets like FOX“News” and “News”Max. One frequently hears this nonsense from empty babbling heads like Ben “No, I Personally Won’t Fight” Shapiro and putrid politicians like the bloodthirsty warmongering lunatic, Satan’s Senator, Lindsey “Level the Place” Graham. There’s just one small problem with this particular narrative—as there usually is. It didn’t happen.

Americans, who probably still can’t find Israel on a map or understand that postmodern political Israel is in no way even geographically contiguous with Biblical Israel, have never heard of, won’t read, or can’t read Haaretz, Israel’s paper of record and a far better news outlet than most Western imitations. Haaretz published a list of Israeli casualty victims from October 7. It included names and photographs. The majority were combatants—soldiers or police officers. Of the civilian minority, one suspects many were armed (illegal) settlers and, thus, quasi-combatants. Hamas, not necessarily the nicest people, but still constrained by the laws of Islamic warfare, only killed sixteen Israelis under the age of eighteen. Haaretz also included casualty ages. None of them were younger than four. There is no evidence any were beheaded. In other words, like 9-11 (Operation Northwoods), the Gulf of Tonkin, COVID, Judeo-”Christianity,” and Putin dying 75 times while his army retreated in chaos from victorious Ukraine, the 40 beheaded babies line was just another lie.

Again, being given to support evil, and being extremely stupid (which is their best defense against charges of overt wickedness), many Americans do not know, cannot learn, and will never try to come up to speed on reality. If these idiots wanted to see the real impact of warfare on children, hundreds murdered per day and pushing a cumulative 4,000 at the time of my drafting, they could simply look at Al Jazeera’s 24/7 coverage (*disturbing*). They won’t. And they won’t bother to learn, largely because they can’t. Learning requires reading, and most Americans are fully or functionally illiterate. 

Not so in Palestine! During all the late unpleasantness, I was reminded of a happier chapter from just last year. On the Prepper Post News episode of March 1, 2022, I was privileged to discuss the rebuilding of Gaza’s largest bookstore. The PPN is, sadly, no more, but via the miracle of the digital interwebs, you can listen right here. 

My report was based on something I read, a heartwarming tale of good people seeking out good books. For FOX”News” watchers, “books” are assembled sets of paper with words written in them. The words convey ideas. Ideas are neuron-transmitted sensory…never mind. Unlike so many coffee and toy stores in ‘Murica that still call themselves bookstores, Gaza’s shop carries books. A lot of them:

(Photo: Al Jazeera.)

If you’re a TeeVee-watching, literacy-challenged ‘Murican, then these are real Palestinians. Notice they are happy people who are browsing books (yes, one might be hoax masking, but I’m sure she probably had a valid reason):

(Al Jazeera.)

Here’s a picture (and I didn’t mean to loot so many, AJ, but they’re excellent!) of some women and a little girl looking at charming children’s books. These are the people the filthy witch Nimarata Haley, braindead Brandon, and vampiric war criminal Benny Net-a-Yahoo want to genocide:

(Al Jazeera.)

The bookstore was founded around 2000 by Samir Mansour. It served as an information center and cultural gathering place. In May of 2021, the store and its roughly 100,000 books were destroyed by an IDF bombing raid—like so many houses, shops, hospitals, Mosques, Churches (yes, Normiecon, many Palestinians are Christians), schools, and refugee camps. 

By the time I found out about the store, it had been rebuilt bigger and better than ever. In 2022 it reopened in a new and very nice three-story facility packed with over 300,000 books. Again, Mansour’s is the largest bookstore in Gaza; it is the largest compared to the others—because there are others. By way of comparison, the rapidly decaying little Southern suburban town where I exist (for a little while longer) does not have any bookstores. There are a scant few in the area, none of which approach the bibliophilist’s delight in Gaza. That recalls to my mind some bookstores I knew in the bygone era of immediately post-peak America as well as a select few shops still operating in the lingering geographic vestiges of our collapsing national intelligentsia.

Now one has to wonder if the grand reconstruction and improvement effort was in vain. Thanks to Anglo-Zionist supremacy, hatred, and satanic inclination, Mansour’s store has been bombed again.

Samir Mansour, 59, found the three-story bookstore he rebuilt last year severely damaged in Israel’s heavy airstrikes on Gaza.

A video posted on the bookshop’s official Instagram account showed the Palestinian owner, a Gaza citizen, walking over the shattered ruins of his lifetime project. The father of six only hoped he could protect his family.

Speaking exclusively to Arab News by WhatsApp from Gaza, the Palestinian publisher said buildings can be rebuilt and money can be returned, but “we just hope we make it out alive.”

He added: “The situation here is dangerous and it keeps getting worse. We hope to remain safe until these difficult days pass. Keep us in your prayers.”

If you are a Christian, a Muslim, or another honest person of faith, please pray for these helpless people. Books and bookstores can be replaced as many times as needed. People, however, are irreplaceable. The women and the girl in that picture have been affected by the war, and there is a statistical possibility one or more of them, the girl especially, has been killed or wounded. The GAE-Israeli axis of evil has targeted the Palestinian people for forced expulsion or outright eradication. If all their bodies and minds are killed, there will be no need for printed words. If you are a retarded heathen who somehow drifted into this article, then understand, if it’s possible, that this is real news about what is really happening to real people in the real world. While you might not be slurring “Paveway!” on any of this ongoing terrorism, your tolerance and tacit support of evildoers at least indirectly implicates you in the disaster. Pray to fix that as well.

Remember to oppose unjustified violence whenever possible, stand by decent people, and read. Books really do have a healing quality.

Deo vindice. Librum lege!

COLUMN: Is It Fall Yet?

23 Wednesday Aug 2023

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Is It Fall Yet?

 

No, it is not. A great friend and force of Reckonin’ emailed me a Faulkner quote recently about those few magical days that come along in August with a cool hint of the approaching autumn. I replied to her that while I used to relish those days, sadly, these days, I just drift right through them unaware. I may have missed them again, though it’s hard to tell. The pleasant-looking (in a light, at an angle) suburban small town where I exist is caught in a slew of 100-degree-ish days and concurrent warm, sticky nights. 

Hello, it’s another excuse for a column. Quality will improve tomorrow, maybe in two months or thirty degrees. Etc. 

I drafted two full alternatives to this ramble, but I simply could not pull the trigger on either of them. The first was a socioeconomic assessment of the lyrics of “Rich Men North of Richmond.” The second was a follow-up fictional report from your CSA Ambassador to Russia. The latter dealt with the subject matter of the former, set against the 2023 BRICS+ meeting in Johannesburg. I had not previously (seriously) contemplated the possibility of a preemptive ticket-taking plant, though I am unsurprised by it. The meeting in SA is, of course, very real. It’s of great importance to those out in the free world and of great consternation to the “rich men.” 

My news feed has a hiccup! I swear I saw a rehashing of a rerun about Donald Trump being indicted for something or another. At the gym, I imagined that one of the CIA-installed morons on the TeeVee was again stupidly saying, “If we don’t do something, we’re going to LOSE OUR RePubLiC!!!” [Note: If one cannot find a remote control, then a curl bar works just fine to silence the blathering nonsense.]

Langley’s lackey wasn’t entirely wrong about needing to do something. As such, I have a crazy idea. I need to think through it some more and refine it for publication. In brief detail, I figure what we need is what I call an “election.” Hear me out. Just the basics. What I envision is dredging the country and finding a couple of the lowest, dumbest, wickedest heathens in this strange, nation-shaped kind of place between Mexico and Canada. Then we let the great unwashed vote for one of them to lead our dead country. After that, regardless of what the hoi polloi decide, we let a computer and a mailbox pick whichever rodent is best suited to serve as head puppet for the “rich men.” Crazy, I know. But just think about it. Had we tried something like this before, we might not be where we are today. The near-mathematical certainty of an alternative that I foresee, as expressed quasi-mathematically, looks something like: (The Rwandan Genocide x The Yugoslav Civil War)^The Partition of India.

I heard something called “Covid” was making the rounds at airports and college campuses. It appears to be some sort of religious icon or possibly a demi-god. It has potential voters donning festive face coverings, gibbering about what I take for a Jonestown kind of poison, and/or stepping and fetching like a bunch of slaves without a future. I have never heard of anything like this before, yet I suppose this “Covid” might be the robot’s choice for a political savior. We’ll keep an eager eye on it, that’s for sure. On a related note, where the hell is Marvin? Something wrong with the AI? Thought he’d be heard by now. Watch. The. Skies.

In sci-fi, fantasy geopolitical news, Brandon the AI, Voldemort Zelenski, and some of the “rich men” have a plan to ship 10 aging F-16s to the former Ukraine. Maybe it was 60 of them. Or 600. Kiev (pronounced, with a lisp, “kEEEEEEEEy-Vsp”) has five pilots qualified to fly them. Or they will be qualified after they qualify. How would that work? Well, it’s technical. It’s some “Ghost of kEEEEEEy-Vsp” wizardry that I suppose would see each pilot operating multiple targets planes at once. When asked for commentary on the matter, one V. Putin muttered something about 30,000 SAMs and then laughed until he walked off, beat up a pack of wolves, ate some glass, roared, killed a few men by staring at them, and looked ten trillion times more presidential than this “Covid,” whatever the hell it is again.

Anything substantive? I am reading a few books, per my usual bad habit. One is by an author I like, but which isn’t necessarily his best work. In fact, I think it was his first novel. All things being equal, it’s equal. I’m inching towards the midpoint of just-released, posthumous Eschatological Optimism by the late, lovely, and thoughtful Daria “Platonova” Dugina. I told another friend I planned to review it in some capacity. This is not the review, perhaps just a preview. It’s a most interesting read, especially for an Aristotlenova. I suspect I am an Optimist of the kind she describes, though my views and reasoning are a little different than those she defined. All of these ideas, however, play well in the head.

I’ll save my favorite quote, so far, for another time. Instead, I’ll close with a cursory look at the topic of the second section, “The Feminine Principle.” While differentiating between what passes for feminism in the dying West and what the ladies live in Russia, Dugina lands on the fascinating concept of Christian Feminism. To give one an idea of the magnitude of the difference, she earlier addresses the fact women are not allowed on Palestine’s Holy Mount by writing, “There is something right about this.” It’s not a statement or principle that professors at Barnard would approve. Thus, there is something right about it. 

What she discusses, in higher apophatic terms, sounds to me like what I have also heard in more common words from the sweet lips of other Russian women, and younger women in the city at that. We’ll credit the amazing Eli from Russia’s EweTube channel with a video interview or three with some attractive Moscovites. Almost all of them claim to be “feminists”, and then proceed to expound upon the virtues of womanly femininity (of which their personal appearances and demeanor extol anyway without words) while also expressing a love affair appreciation for masculine men. Dugina explains the plain phenomenon, which will surely confound the Western feminist, by saying Russian (feminist) women saved the Russian Patriarchy(!) when it threatened to fall upon hard times. She mentions a dislike of inter-sex warring and the existence of communication and harmony between Russian men and women. In other words, they approach life and love in an honest, rational, and traditional way. 

None of this pleases the “rich men.” And before they destroyed America, we used to have a similar practical view of romance, life, and just being. Maybe after the next hoax, any of you still standing could try to revert to those better ways.

That is a wrap for this week.

Deo vindice!

UPDATE: They may be down to just 2 of those pilots.