(essay from book.paul.town)
There seems to be a lot of confusion and inversion of reality going on everywhere, so it is
not surprising that people are confused about what should be sought out and what should be
avoided with regards to heat and cold. People think of vacations as relaxing on a beach with a
drink in hand staring at women in bikinis. People think of that sort of activity as something to
aspire to. People think that tropical climates are paradise. They are wrong, tropical climates are
hell on earth.
Everybody is familiar with the concept of Florida Man: The craziest stories always seem
to come out of Florida. The most insane people somehow thrive in Florida, Texas, and
California. This is not insane in a good way (although there are certainly many great individuals
from those areas), but rather insane like a man with a brain fever who has permanently lost the
plot but is still somehow able to walk about unimpeded. In a hot climate, things that do not know
how to prepare for hard times are able to breed and survive. There is no need for careful planning
or abstract thinking, just day to day survival. It is life on easy mode and life on easy mode means
unexperienced and uncontrollable undisciplined random number generator individuals who don’t
even understand why they’re doing what they’re doing. Heat breeds complete insanity. No longer
is there a clear link between action and reaction, good choices and success, bad choices and
failure. There is only constant confusion. Nothing really matters in a hot climate.
The heat makes people dull and lazy. The sun, an ever imploding ball of chaotic
exploding gas unable to situate or control itself, is a cursed object and while it is needed every
now and then, too much of it breaks down the body, the mind, and the will with poison. The sun
burns away its victims and makes them stupid. People are happy to lay in the sun and do nothing
with their time and waste away. People who love the sun do not understand that we should be our
own suns burning and destroying things, not being burnt and destroyed by a dumb object floating
in the sky. The heat is degenerate and it creates degenerates.
All of this is quite vague and anecdotal, so let’s get into some hard, cold, facts. The
northern zones of any country or continent are always superior to their southern counterparts.
There are no exceptions to this. What about the southern hemisphere, you might ask? True north
and south are inverted relative to their position and so the superior south in that case is actually
true north and the inferior north is true south. This rule has no exceptions. Think of all
degenerate people groups and you will quickly see how they are all from consistently warm
climates. The reason for this that only a certain type of hardy individual can succeed in a cold
environment. Inferior microscopic germs are enabled to grow and propagate in a warm climate
and this pattern also follows on a larger human scale. Behavior that would never succeed in a
cold environments slips by and goes unpunished in warm environments.
The brain is at the northernmost part of the body. This is because it is the most important
part of the body. Of course, the rest of the body is important and should be taken care of, but they
exist solely as a representation of the will that resides at the top of the human. This is not a
coincidence when combined with all the other mentioned facts. The sun is not your friend. The
heat is not your friend unless you are using that heat to modify something external. The cold is
your friend. The dark is your friend. The ability to plan ahead and allow other people to destroy
themselves by their lack of ability to plan ahead is your friend. Don’t fall for the delusion that
because it “feels good” to lay in the sun and play beach volleyball that there is any inherent value
in a useless waste of time and misdirection of energy only done by people too spoiled to
understand the value of their time and the importance of not wasting their life. People in the heat
melt their brains. It’s sad, but it’s true. Enough warm climate propaganda, heat leads to Sub-
Friday, May 29, 2020
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Sunday, May 10, 2020
There is a fascination with space travel that seems to be prevalent with a certain type of mediocre individual. This person who finds space travel interesting is generally not very successful in sports or interpersonal relationships. They generally are not very fit or attractive, and even take pride in their dweebishness. Having been made fun of for their physical and social deficits, they have decided to try making their weaknesses into strength. They have not succeeded in this effort, as normal and successful people still see them as losers, but they have succeeded in tricking other nerds into embracing their weaknesses and thinking that it makes them cool or finally socially adroit in ways they see well-adjusted individuals behaving.
What is it about space travel that attracts losers and mediocre lower to upper middle-class individuals who lack any personality or charm? The most obvious factor is that space travel is seen as something “impressive” while still being academic, the closest thing science has to a sports achievement. There is some allure to space for everybody, the lack of gravity and distance from the rest of humanity are both something that have humanistic elements that even well-adjusted extroverts can find non-boring. The danger inherent in trying to leave earth’s orbit and survive where humans aren’t built to survive is genuinely adventurous. Still, the real reason that losers and dweebs are so obsessed with space travel is that space travel is a symbol or totem for intelligence to them.
Nerds and losers and social outcasts weren’t good at sports or talking to girls or getting a good job where they interact with others in a pro-social manner, so they generally have some inferiority complex or bitterness. How do they address this general inadequacy? Do they look inwards and try to improve themselves? No, instead they carry a chip on their shoulder and slip further into the role social outcast. Instead of realizing that nobody likes them because they’re not fun or interesting to be around, the people who care about space travel, science, and rote factoids decide that they’re the “winners” in life and all the people who are better looking than them, more successful than them, and happier than them are just stupid. Thus, they grab onto things like space travel, things which are largely human interest propaganda, and make their knowledge of arbitrary and useless things into a core aspect of their personality.
Much like only kids or maladjusted losers have strong emotional reactions to people vaccinating or not vaccinating their children, the people who care about space are either kids or maladjusted losers. There is nothing interesting in space, especially not compared to what is on earth. The same personal pattern of people searching for external worth can be extended to humanity in general. We have made a mess of earth, we are disorderly and idiotic and unlikeable, and we are not looking to fix ourselves or be self-aware, but rather trying to escape consequences for our actions, imagining that if we can just leave earth and make earth 2.0 then we will be able to continue our irresponsible and pathetic habits unabated, that if we leave earth, all the existential horror that we feel about the mundane existences we all have won’t exist anymore.
No matter where humanity ends up, it has to exist with itself. No matter where the bespectacled redditor with a gluten allergy travels to, the bespectacled redditor with a gluten allergy is there. The obsession with space is the obsession of those who hate themselves and their lives who do not realize that they will still hate themselves if they’re in space, because they’re fundamentally loathsome people who have nothing admirable about them.
We have reached an apex of “good things” in the world. The ball has been tossed as high as it will go, and soon it will begin its descent. Those who place their happiness in external things, like imaginary space colonies or nirvana on earth, will be increasingly miserable, as they should be. Reliance on external variables for comfort and self-worth is decadent and weak, and the decadent and weak deserve to suffer and be shown as the sick warmish freaks that they really are. Instead of caring about space, people should care about themselves and where they’re headed over the next few decades. People should stop reading about “science” and instead do calisthenics and learn how to make things. Space is a cold, dark, lifeless place, and it isn’t all that interesting. You will never be an astronaut, you will never be liked, you will never be good looking, you will never be respected, and the people who made fun of you for being a loser in high-school will never apologize or ask you for help with anything. Science is a meme, the love of science is stupid, and people who have an emotional attachment to space travel are pathetic manchildren who should be sterilized.
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