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Oh Joy!

The SuperChad, not-at-all-a-Gamma, ShadoHand, ( I do love how their nicknames do tell us so much about them) informs us that there will be an upcoming Tsunami of Text. Imagine my shock, surprise, and delight.

    “I’m not Gamma, You’re Gamma!”

    Ladies and gentlemen, given the clamorous success of our BLOGOVELLA, a brand new genre, like soap opera but in blog format, think of it as candy-floss with all the E numbers for your mind and an acid bath for your souls, we bring you the FIFTH episode, of our never-ending drama-trauma of non-incel-incel, he of the quick and steely, not to mention Shadowy, Hand!

    Behold his gloriousness, radiating gamma rays so powerful even Hulk would have been shrivelled up.

    Well! Consider me schooled and beaten, ladies and gentlemen! He’s not the gamma, *I’m* the gamma!

    Secondly, it’s by CHOICE you see, that he has never had sex and it will also be by choice that he will never, have sex. Ever. Because… ummm… NO WOMAN IS GOOD ENOUGH! Of course! Only his shadohand can comfort him. Forever!

    Thirdly, uh…. thirdly he may also have dementia, but fourthly, well, fourthly takes the cake.

    He’s got a handheld scalar weapon in the making people! But luckily he didn’t threaten anyone with it, specifically, so we’re all safe. Not because he’s obviously suffering from delusions of grandeur so massive that he should probably be in an old style mental asylum, no, no, no, don’t you DARE suggest that because he narrowly avoided being homeless thanks to the kindness of strangers he is not a genius’ genius with solar weapon technology in the palm of his hand! THAT would be the insane part, am I right people?

    But rest assured, we have no doubt whatsoever, that as soon as he stops hallucinating inanimate objects talking to him, he will write again.

    And again.

    And again.

    Because the Secret King never loses and he will write again.

    I know, I know, some of you are like “Dude… you’re probably making fun of a severely mentally ill person.”

    To which I say: I’m doing my part to ensure the freaks get put back in the special places of care they need to be in by exposing them.

    Look, it’s either that or this guy can run for office (see previous post. Except….don’t really go look at it all, just read the text, trust me. And if you do look at it all, have an empty stomach before you do.)

    There’s a reason they nicknamed me the Kurgan… and it’s not exactly because I take pity on retards, French ones or otherwise, who take it upon themselves to attract my gaze on their insectoid existence.

    But don’t feel sad for him, remember, if I suddenly teleport to another dimension, it’s probably him with his scalar zap gun!

      The Gamma Saga Continues!

      Did you all miss ShadoHand, ladies and gents? He of the striped chest and iron bicycles and four cold showers a day (to cool down his ShadoHand activities, no doubt, since he does not have anything to do with women, of course, being a tragic incel, errr… Manly man, that mannilly goes his own Way. (With a Hand. Like a Shadow!)

      Fear not, the blognovella that is the Saga of ShadoHand continues, and like all good soap operas, will probably never, ever, ever end. But first, here he is in all his glory!

      In case you missed the unmissable and very entertaining first three episodes of this dumpster fire of a human, exemplary specimen of manly Sigmaness, here they are, in order:

      Part I – The Rage Spiral

      Part II – The Education of the Gamma

      Part III – The Virtuous Spiral

      Today, now that we have ensured the pilot first few episodes of this blognovella have been a resounding success with our audience, we announce the next instalment: The Unhinged comment.

      Which can be found for your amusement, along with the previous one and my response to it, here: The Comments

      Here is his glorious insanity in full glory:

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      We really need to update his skill set ladies and gentlemen! We are doing this schizophrenic trainwreck obvious manliest, manly, Sigma, a disservice by not including his deeply important work on piezoelectric sources of energy! Which ONLY a Millennial could do. Certainly in this fashion anyway.

      But the kicker? The reference to Douglas Jones is what really made my day and cracked me right up.

      Douglas Jones, is a character in my latest novella, In the Shadow of Monte Castello (the sequel is being written as we speak) which has had really excellent feedback, so I am hoping it may become an alternative to Monster Hunter International type of novels that people might enjoy. I’m fairly sure Larry Correia wouldn’t mind nor care even if I did become in any way relevant competition to his books (fat chance, but one can dream) as our styles are quite different, and he’s actually a very decent guy from every interaction I had with him online.

      Anyway, Douglas Jones, the character in the novella, is based on an actual guy I kinda know, and he knows I based this character on him. He was as amused by the reference as I was. He’s now such a badass that his alter ego gets used to threaten people who mock you for your incomparable stupidity and Gammaness. If that is not a glowing review for my character-writing abilities, I don’t know what is.

        Heretics, Heretics Everywhere…

        …and not a brain to think.

        Yes, I have adapted my own adaptation of the famous poem about being lost at sea.

        Water, Water, Water everywhere, And not a drop to drink.

        At about age 15 or 16 I changed it to:

        Idiots, Idiots, Idiots everywhere, And not a brain to think.

        But one evolves in thinking, so, the slightly new version.

        It was brought on by reading Malcom Collins’, rather retarded take on a topic I have pondered at times here and there, and which is somewhat covered (not fully yet, but it will be) in my Nazi Moon book.

        That is, religion in an Interstellar society.

        The simple reality of it is that this idea is not in any way new. Aquinas touched on it as did I think at least one other doctor of the Church, though I forget which one. Dan Simmons, explored it probably in the most depth, though using the works of the arch-heretic Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, which paradoxically, brought me closer to Christianity, probably given how far from it I was.

        The question is only apparently interesting though, because if you think about it for a few minutes, or even seconds, it hinges on an unspoken premise of doubt. A mind-worm of heresy and gnosticism that corrodes the truth while acting in darkness. Because ultimately either you know your religion is real and true and therefore the ultimate truth, or you doubt it. Now, for myself, I thoroughly understand that essential doubt, that questioning query, that unanswered “deep” question you think you have. I lived that way for about 43 years, despite the fact that by age 16 I had rejected atheism as untenable, and remained a Zen-Agnostic that simply could not believe in the resurrection with any real faith. While I did not discount it completely, I had absolutely no evidence in my life that anything comes back from the dead in a corporeal form. I was ready to accept continuation of life after death in some fashion, ghosts, spirits, reincarnation, transmigration of the soul, whatever, were all at least possibilities, but rising from the properly dead, Lazarus of Jesus style, was something I gave a vanishingly small chance to be true to.

        So I understand the wish to try and find a system of life based on a philosophy rooted in truth, and thinking Christianity is wanting. And Catholicism also being very much far from what I would expect from the true religion, as it is presented to us with Bergoglio as Pope and his pedophiles and homosexual indulging in cocaine fuelled orgies while pretending to be bishops and priests right in the Vatican. It is only when I looked at Christianity from the start and discovered that Catholicism has nothing to do with the Satanists currently pretending to be Catholics that infest the Vatican, and realised that Vatican II was when the great usurpation had happened. Yet, after my road to Damascus moment, without which it is unlikely I would be a sedevacantist Catholic today, the doubt about Jesus resurrecting simply vanished. And strangely, I found myself reconnecting with a part of myself I was unaware remained. A kind of innocence I had maybe still at age 2 or so, that has been shredded shortly thereafter by living on this planet. But aside my personal sensations, the astonishing thing is that Catholicism , the real one, not the fake poisonous version spouted by the child-raping enthusiasts of the Vatican, not only modelled reality better than any other philosophy I had encountered, but it answered many of the long-unanswered questions I had. The problem of evil, how prayer actually works, the consequences of free will, and many, many, many more. It also is the best model for predicting how people in general will act and even how large trends may go.

        Malcom’s idea of cobbling together an “Abhramic religion” for a potentially interstellar society, is simply the thrashings of a man that has no real conviction, no real faith, and no real reasoning capacity. It is the grasping attempts of someone outside the cathedral pretending he can make his own version of it outside it that is “better”. In short, he is a heretic, or a gnostic. He may even be genuine in his attempts, but he is like a cargo-cultist thinking if he carves a shape that looks like an aeroplane out of a palm tree, that he will be able to fly in it. No, Malcom. you will not fly in it.

        All you need to do is read the first paragraph of his post to know he is not a great thinker.

        Most traditional religions in the world, while relatively more resistant to prosperity-induced fertility collapse, are still facing extinction (just with a slight delay). This buys these religions precious time to build better defenses and acquire more allies for the coming trials. Those that indolently decide to return to a structure and mindset that evolved within (and was optimized for) a pre-internet, pre-AI world, … heck pre industrial world—blinded by arrogance and Golden Age Thinking—deserve their fate. Only through cultural innovation does our species survive.

        Let us count the ways in which his thinking is flawed.

        Firstly, it is absolutely clear that if any religion is true, then that truth is absolute. If you assume a loving God, then that truth is also as complete as humanity can ever understand it. And will continue to be so to the end of time. Therefore, there is simply no need to “upgrade” anything concerning modernity. It is the very core of the infiltrators, heretics and especially gnostics, that you have to “adapt” or “improve” on the absolute truth. Most telling, Bergoglio recently changed the Ave Maria and also the Pater Noster. This Satanic protector of pedophiles, thinks he can improve on the very prayer that Jesus gave us, the Pater Noster.

        It is, of course an obvious tell that either you are an intentional deceiver, or, at best, you simply do not believe any religion is true.

        Secondly, he also does not believe in God, nor His Love, Mercy and (at least for Catholics) the promise of His always being with us and His return.

        If he did, he would not worry about his enemies so much, nor would he be trying to make alliances with random un-believers. Which is not to say that I wouldn’t stand shoulder to shoulder with a Muslim if it meant cutting down the Davos Satanists, but the best a Catholic and a Muslim can hope for is separate nations with high walls and a rigidly strict code of conduct for either side visiting the other. Most often, the historical relation between Muslims and Catholics is that Muslims will try to wipe Catholics out, until the Catholics begin to respond, then the Muslims tend to retreat, until the tide shifts again. And given Islam’s intent, it is unlikely that they will leave Catholic alone even in an ideal setting.

        The point is that if your God loves you, and your religion is true, as St. Bernard would say, what are you even worried about? Martyr of warrior that goes down in battle or that wins glory for God, if you are with God, what threat does death hold for you? Or hardship? It is all just temporary. And while some trials will absolutely test men to breaking point, if you truly believe, you will not lose your faith. the story of Job being the classic example.

        Thirdly, his contempt for his predecessors is self-evident and little does he realise that a true system that is given to us by a Loving God, cannot ever be incomplete, or “not up to date”. Truth doesn’t have a sell-by date, Malcom.

        As for his last sentence, it clearly demonstrates Malcom is a sub-par autist (which his mannerism makes quite clear, if you watch the video) that hasn’t even the capacity to observe the last hundred years or so of history and draw some conclusions concerning “cultural innovation” and the over 100 million lives murdered by it, not to mention however many millions will die as a result of the latest “cultural innovation” of “medicine” and how many children have been satanically mutilated on the “cultural innovation” of transgenderism, and on, and on, and on.

        If you wish to know what an Interstellar religion that would work would look like, you need look no further than proper Catholicism, which today is only found in Sedevacantism, and being true, necessarily rejects all other religions and pretences at “Christianity”, precisely because the truth is only one.

        Poul Anderson, wrote The High Crusade some 50 years ago, and yet it remains a fantastically entertaining and excellent book, which I think better describes a truly Interstellar religion than anything else I have come across, including Dan Simmons’ modernised pseudo-catholic version.

        Anderson’s work is great because it also reminds the reader that until Henry the VIII, England was Catholic, and if the residents of the United Kingdom had any true idea of what was taken from them, there might be another crusade tomorrow.

        In short then, Malcom, if man ever goes to the stars, the religion that will last out there with him is the only true one. And there is only One Holy, Apostolic, Catholic Church.

          The Virtuous Spiral of the Gamma-Chad

          I know you will all be shocked about this, but against all probabilities, the Gamma-Chad, stripe-chested, ShadoHand has yet to be vanquished.

          I mean, he started a giant thread on SG while he also began deleting all his comments, and in that thread he denigrated and tried to humiliate people that had literally put a GiveSendGo together to keep said ShadoHand from becoming homeless. So, after that inimitable display of gratitude he was unceremoniously booted from SG.

          The thread commenting on the last post I did on this stripe-chested phenomenon at SG is quite hilarious too and also became quite voluminous, and I think may still be going.

          But would a simple banning get in the way of ShadoHand? Never!

          So he came back here, apparently totally oblivious of his own deep fetish for public humiliation, and commented. He took great exception for some reason to the comment made by Tarcisus:

          But don’t worry, it wasn’t a completely unhinged comment or anything that he responded with:

          I mean, you can see the direct flow and congruency, can’t you?

          And so, I confess, we must obviously recognise the superior absolutely non-Gamma nature of ShadoHand. I therefore, respond for both myself, and for Tarcisius, with a background of Gold, for our not at all secret King Shado-he-of-the-Hand:

          Well, Tarcisius, I hope you learnt your lesson! Making children is a Gamma trait according to the ever wise and stripe-chested ShadoHand! What can we do friend, Perhaps we need to start our own Gamma recovery programme. But how, o HOW will we manage it without the wisdom of this obvious Chad-Alpha-Sigma-Double Zeta to lead us? And without weighted backpacks on steel bicycles with four cold showers? Oh life is pain, we will never achieve such heights. We may as well resign ourselves to making more children with pretty women that love us; we can’t all be like the Giga-Chad ShadoHand, who uses his Hand so fast, and all the time, that it’s his own Shado he copulates with, perennially, in the true honourable fashion of the Master Race (if short-lived) of MGTOW!

          Behold the glory of ShadoHand, rejecting the women even as they applaud him! And don’t be fooled by his beard, since he says beards are Gamma, this was unavoidable, when he crossed the Sahara on his bicycle in only 40 hours, his beard grows faster because of all the pent up brilliance.

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