It’s a good idea to take stock of things achieved and goals missed at least once a year. Personally I always failed to count the things I did manage to achieve in a meaningful manner, and instead noted only the things not yet completed, or failed. It is perhaps a somewhat unhealthy approach to life, especially in terms of teaching a balanced work/life way of living, but then, that whole idea itself was based on the artificial concept of slaving away for a wage 9 hours a day for someone else. Five hundred years ago, you worked every hour God sent on Earth just to survive and try and leave something worthwhile to your children. And since those times are certainly more likely to be upon us in the next few years and decades, it may well be much healthier to figure out what is worthwhile doing with your life and then making that your purpose for the time you have here on Earth.
Insofar as I ever had such a purpose consciously in my head, it probably was something like:
1. Get a stable, happy, meaningful relationship you can rely on 100% (which is a somewhat autistically utopic goal).
2. Share the ideas, concepts, theories, I come up with that are useful with other people through my writing (on a personal level, this ties to hobbies of mine linked to human history, ancient structures, physics, the natural order of things, reality, philosophy, the human mind, the human body, biology, chemistry, astronomy, certain aspects of mechanical engineering, martial arts, hypnosis, writing itself, language, etymology, religion (a vast area that has many subcomponents), metaphysics, art and the numinous, so-called ESP, and many other topics, some of which turned out to be dead ends, and others being topics I can’t or won’t discuss publicly).
Those were my primary modes of functioning until my early 40s. It is really only after that when I had the concept of family and children come into it, and my first attempt at it was as disastrous as can be, bar real horror stories.
Since then, however, the goal of sharing the ides and concepts has evolved considerably into:
3. Do right by my wife and children (regardless of whether they initially see or even understand the purposes of my long term goals, since these will bear fruit in due course).
4. Which in the big picture means building a civilisation and fortified community that is large enough to be self-sustaining and self-protective enough to remain as a viable human civilisation in the foreseeable and even unforeseeable future. On a purely logical basis this is best achieved by selecting the most long-lasting, enduring and reality based life philosophy and tradition available in human history that has achieved the most positive results. Historically there is only one contender for that title: The (real) Catholic Church. It has literally civilised the planet, invented science, risen from the ashes multiple times throughout history, increased human happiness and the positive humanity of people in ways no other belief system ever has, created beauty and art and charity and faith at levels unmatched by any other philosophy, and lasted longer than any other empire, system, or human endeavour ever achieved, at more than 2,000 years. The closest second place is the Roman empire, which at about 800 years didn’t even come close.
Sure, Catholicism, and hence actual Christianity that was responsible for such things is currently only real and alive in Sedevacantism, (and 1958 sedevacantism at that, let’s be clear), but as I said, the Church has risen from the ashes before. The persecution of Christians by various Roman emperors, the attacks on it by gnostics, heretics, and satanists, throughout the ages, the Arian heresy that reduced actual Catholic bishops to a handful, the dark era of about 400 AD when savagery and degeneracy ruled almost all lands and Saint Benedict came along, and so on.
So the rest of my life will clearly be dedicated to building a community of proper Catholics with the skills, will, and intent of achieving total self-sufficiency and ultimately self-governing independence. It’s a big goal, but hey, what else am I going to spend my time doing?
So in practical terms, 2023 has been a very hard year, but some progress has been made.
The first sedevacantist aside from our family has purchased a home near us and will be visiting in January to see what his next move is, which is probably to rent it to any other willing sedevacantist that wants to move here. That is a pretty decent achievement, when you consider I still haven’t achieved self-sufficiency for myself, in terms of food production, clean water, and energy production. Nevertheless it’s a promising start given we have not been here three years yet and considering the conditions we started out from.
I failed at producing a working gasifier, but not for lack of trying, and rather, discovered that due to modern considerations, the much stricter tolerances of modern engines and the abandoned practice of drying wood in most places, it is really not very practical or viable to create a functioning one, and if you do, it will most likely gum up your generator very quickly.
I also suffered some health issues, damaging my back, knee and elbow joints somewhat, due to overworking on the farm, but the up side is that it’s teaching me some patience, a virtue I never had in the first half-century of my life.
On more mundane, but important for me in the scheme of things, I have also achieved a few personal as well as more public goals.
I finally completed the first trilogy of my fiction books, culminating in the compendium of it: NAZI MOON. That was a fully formed story I had in me since the mid 1990s, so it took almost 30 years to get out.
I also finally launched an estore that already has several of my books on it, and where eventually all my ebooks will be available exclusively, and cheaper than if I had ebooks on Amazon. The physical versions will still be on Amazon at this stage. The estore will also feature other products, some of which will go online in 2024.
I had many other physical achievements in terms of fixing up the house here, which might be unappreciated by most, including me, but that make a real difference. A big one is that the home can now be well-heated without relying of gas at all, only our awesome wood stove, which in a pinch also doubles as cooker and oven, and if deemed worthwhile, can, in future, be adapted to also heat the potable water in the home. We also became aware and verified that if tended to properly our olive trees can produce a lot of the literally best oil in the world. Not a joke, it literally is, and has been voted such two years in a row. Hopefully 2024 will see that develop into some sort of ongoing viable business.
I also launched Kurgan TV in 2022, which has been moderately successful and will pick up again in 2024.
The sponsorship of the first 50 trees, to be named after a Catholic Saint and for the spiritual benefit of a person of your choice, as well as your own, has gone relatively well too, while only about half the trees were sponsored, over 60 years of prayers/sponsorship was achieved, increasing the number and frequency of people prayed for. A Holy Mass was indeed dedicated to all the sponsors, and it’s helped me get into more of a habit of regular prayer, which is an important practice to make habitual.
I have made a few new, yet very reliable friends, that think along similar lines. We get all the natural real honey we need for the year by the guy who leaves his bees on our property. I have a buddy that I can call upon day or night that I will also help if ever needed in whatever situations arise, and I am busy making more such friends.
And then, of course, is this blog, which in a way is my repository for all things and that I hope is also becoming a source of some positive effects for you readers too, so here are the all-important stats:
2023 Original (realistic) Target:
Visitors: 30k and Views: 100k
2023 Blue Sky (unrealistic) Target:
Visitors: 100k and views: 200k
2023 Revised (ambitious) Target:
Visitors: 50k and Views: 150k
2023 Actual Achieved:
Visitors: 47k and Views: a shade under 159k
So I shall now announce the 2024 goals for the blog.
2024 Original (realistic but ambitious) Target:
Visitors: 100k and Views: 300k
2024 Blue Sky (unrealistic) Target:
Visitors: 200k and Views: 500k
General Notes:
while my 2024 Original Target is realistic, I also think it will be harder to achieve, comparatively, than my 2023 Original Target. A number of reasons include:
- Generally, literacy around the world continues to plummet.
- My content tends to be more in-depth/eclectic so it’s essentially geared to actual readers not general “clickers”.
- The stats have been fairly stable for the last few months, which would seem to indicate a plateau of some sort. I don’t have enough insight into this after a year to know the root causes or how long such a thing can last, but I am sure it can be years.
On the positive side, I use practically ZERO SEO, so the visits I do get are fairly organic and by real people. I am not sure what the effects of starting to use at least SOME SEO would be on readership, but I suspect it would inflate it but also be composed of a higher percentage of “clickers” instead of readers, and I’d much rather have the latter than the former.
Another positive effect is that due to my brutal policy of spamming without any warning whatsoever anyone that breaks any of the rules (which are not exactly prominently displayed) and/or who behaves in typical annoying gamma/troll behaviour even a single time, the actual commenters that exist on the blog are ones that are engaging with the topics posted and generally of a higher quality. That is a trend that over time, if sustained, will bring the type of commenters that actually increase the value of the blog for the type of reader I enjoy having.
As I said, 2023 was very hard, but some decent progress was still made.
2024 will hopefully produce even more progress and one hopes, also with the help of you readers to spread the knowledge of this blog, things might not be as hard.
So, onward and upward, and may you all have a great 2024.
The Flatulent Warnings of Macaroon
Mommy’s boy “president” Macron, has been doing what mommy’s boys in playgrounds where their mommy is also their teacher, have been doing forever: He’s been shooting his mouth of as if he was some big, tough, schoolyard manly, man.
The reality, of course is that the only reason no one has bitchslapped him and then flushed his head into the nearest urinal/toilet while giving him an atomic wedgie, is purely because Mommy (the USA) is looking over the playground. But the fact is that Mommy is tired, and has the principal looking over her shoulder (Israel) who has had quite enough of Emannule, or Emmy, as he is known to everyone in the playground, because mommy’s boy is a blusterful, emotional, effemminate little runt, that has only ever been seen kissing mommy, and holding hands with some of the immigrant boys that live near the school, but never an actual girl.
And at least one of the other teachers is not best pleased with Emmy. And hasn’t been for a long time, at least since 2018 when she complained about Emmy’s behaviour and choice of friends from outside the school grounds that he brought into the cafeteria that one time.
The problem is that there is this new exchange student in the school. From Moscow. He’s a patient kid. Took the bullying egged on by the principal of all people, in stride. Got pushed around a bit by a Ukrainian kid who just kept harassing the Russian boy for a long while. And always egged on by the principal of all people. Turns out the Principal hates Russians. A long story about some Russians holding their ground back in his grandfather’s day or something. Anyway, eventually the Russian kid had enough and kicked the shit out of the Ukrainian kid.
The Principal made it known he would do nothing if any of the kids in school were to teach that Russian kid a lesson, but the problem is that the Russian kid was picked up by his dad that day and his dad had bright blue eyes that looked very intense, like he’d been in wars, and he had. And he had a weird tattoo on one forearm that said Hypersonic and on the other that said NukeSubs in your Port. It’s odd tats to have, to be sure, but the thing is he glanced at the Principal of the school when he picked his kid up, and since then the principal has been very quiet about pretty much everything.
And now Emmy is shooting his mouth off, saying he can beat that Russian up, and he isn’t afraid of no Ivans, and blah, blah, blah.
In the meantime, the Russian kid is now going up to each of the bullies that stole his lunch money from him and some of the other smaller kids too and having a bit of a look. He goes up to them with the Ukrainian kid in tow, who just keeps his eyes down now and does whatever the Russia kid tells him. And now he’s looking at this big stupid girl called Moldova, who has been harassing the crap out of this little girl calle Trini Sinistra, and the Russian kid looks at Moldova, then he slaps the Ukrainian boy right in the mouth and says “Odessa. Move it”. And the Ukrainian kid you can see really doesn’t want to but is going to take off his watch, that is an Odessa brand apparently. And the Russian kid keeps looking at Moldova, daring her to do or say anything. And there are a few other kids now following the Russian kid, hoping that the Russian kid and this other big, quiet Chinese guy who seems to be his friend, might help them get their shit back from the Principal’s office, which got confiscated over the years.
And there is Emmy, shooting his mouth off, thinking his aging Mommy will protect him while she breast-feeds him like she does every night, even though he is 13.
Well, it’s not really going to work out so good for Emmy. Everyone can see it but him. Even Mommy can, most likely. But she’s getting on a bit and is tired, and she doesn’t have it in her anymore to fight all his battles. it’s all she can do to keep breastfeeding him and telling him he’s her special boy. And she falls asleep every night she starts to think maybe it will be fine, maybe she won’t wake up anymore. Problem is, at the rate he’s going, Emmy might get a bloody nose. Well, she’d think maybe it would even do him some good, but who’s she kidding, she knows, it won’t. She knows Emmy is gay, always has been. Born that way. He can’t help it, and he’ll never be one of the big boys he so desperately wants to belong to. Well maybe he’ll get lucky. Maybe one of the immigrant bigger kids will take him on and marry him after she goes for the long sleep. That’s her hope anyway.
Her only hope.
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By G | 11 March 2024 | Posted in Humour, Russia and GAE, Short Stories, Social Commentary