Chud In The Undertow
Death is always up for a game of chess.
Yesterday I put out a Telegram post calling the jailing of one Chud The Builder “ridiculous”.
And while it is ridiculous, there is always more to the story.
Apparently this fellow is a deadbeat dad, has said multiple times on X that he was bound to shoot someone at some point, and made a whole schtick about ragebating blacks while livestreaming.
Apart from seeing a clip once about 8 months ago of him randomly calling a black the Special Word in a parking lot — I knew none of this!
On technicality, yes it’s wrong and ridiculous that he’s being jailed for defending himself but because he stuck his steel-toed boot in his mouth over proclaiming his intent to kill, he’s on the hook for a lifetime in the prison system. The System is looking to make an example of someone and along came Chud to stick his neck up like a KKK Tall Poppy.
Here’s the logic: you know where the enforcement line is…and it’s much less forgiving than the actual laws on the books. So you go and play the martyr to try and correct the line. Only you aren’t agitating for concessions from the System that benefit the System. This isn’t 1960’s Civil Rights activism. Not even close. The System hates the White Man. There is no “political activism” anymore. All that died with Biden locking up J6ers and it never came back. And the final nail in the coffin was Trump taking Miriam Adelson’s dirty money. We live in totalitarianism. What do you think all those millions of Flock cameras and data centers are about.
So what does social activism amount to?
You’d think it was simple: White Man in trouble, other White Man gotta help out. But the rules are convoluted. What did Chud ever do for Bitcoin and peaceful parenting? Nothing, not a zip. Zadda.
The Undertow must be respected.
The elites are set to cull as many unproductive tax livestock as possible. Typically this is done through a hot war but the trial balloon of showing Americans Zelensky’s press gangs and gauging American reaction has not gone well. They were banking on a bit more apathy out of people.
So the next “war” could be a massive economic contraction, given how most wealth is concentrated into the phony casino stock “market”, and a new bioweapon. You could also throw a heavy dose of inflation in there, if a Democrat like Gavin Newsom manages to take power in 2028.
I do circle around back to this concept of Thanatos at least once a month because it is such a powerful one:
3-4 years ago I was much closer to death than I am now. I was partly ringed by people who hated my light. I had several medical things going on that stole my sleep which lowered my boundaries which allowed cruddier, worse-intentioned people near me. With low sleep, a lot of your neurosteroid production is reduced - these act as a kind of buffer for the world. The worst phase of sleep loss, which is the #1 contributor to mental health decline, roared open in 2020.
I’m climbing out of that hole and have sustained the best week of sleep since my early 30’s this past week or so, based on some adjustments I made upon receiving some nifty, high tech labs back. I can feel some of my glimmer coming back!
(For anyone who is angry and bitter with me because I was closer to you late 2019 through 2023, you have to wonder: you were only able to get closer to me when I had absolute shit health. Maybe you should clean your act up, tra-la-la.)
In having been closer to death, much closer, than I ever thought I’d be as a younger man, I have learned a tremendous respect for the value of life, for the importance of patience (you have to have patience when living with chronic illness), and just how vital it is that you spend your days spreading virtue and living for an ideal greater than yourself.
I weathered terrible bouts of sleeplessness and subsequent bodily degradation because I had good things in my life that anchored me to reality: a virtuous marriage and family, the peaceful parenting principle, a successful counseling practice, talents in philosophy and art, a farm that needed tending, and a stringent exercise regimen that has dated back 25 years now.
If you don’t have a talent that gets you saying, “Hey, I feel good about myself” — something that wards away the thoughts of worthlessness, you will collapse from the first bad health bout you have.
Yesterday, after learning about Chud’s circumstances beyond the altercation he was in with some lunatic black guy, I wrote this:
I'm just going to never ever go to bat for anyone who isn't artistically talented in some obvious capacity. New rule.
People who would sell their life cheaply would destroy your life in a heartbeat just to stay ahead of you in the undertow however briefly.
I learned this in politics. I came into politics with all this back catalogue of having done the right thing, making conscious art, and putting my face and name out there in the service of philosophy. Like demonic gnomes in some underworld factory, a thousand-and-one strangers came out of the woodworks to run everything I’d done through a strange, Semitic Culture Of Critique where some things would be repurposed for the totalitarianism-to-come and some would be wrested from me and destroyed, irrespective my objections. Not only that, but my objections were severely regarded as the nastiest form of insolence imaginable.
Now I see that not only was it true in my life that my happy productions kept me from losing my footing while wading the undertow, these are social gifts that the few, the brave, the free will find their way to like a lighthouse. Without my light, the world would be considerably darker!
I regret speaking out for Chud but it’s just a little, sweet nothing regret that I won’t even remember in a week. Creatively, I’m like Freddie Mercury before he caught AIDS in Munich while making his solo album.
I spoke out for Chud because I have a big heart. I’m like Michael Jackson trying to Heal The World and make it a better place. I see someone down and out, who’s not just a welfare case, and I go, “Heavens mercy, let’s fix you up, darling.”
But this time it won’t work.
Chud’s fate is sealed. He chose his own personal Undertow.
You have to stay out of that undertow — whatever it is for you. Don’t fade away (Springsteen). Make a light out of your life. Make something wonderful happen. Find something in yourself that you know is good and true and feed it like a wolf, like anti-AIDS in Freddie Mercury. Imagine if he’d kept a whole food diet and peptides and stem cell infusions instead of eating whole men alive… wow, that’s cool. A Freddie Mercury who wasn’t sexually abused at boarding school — he would have had such a happy, non-lonely life!
Don’t sell your life cheaply.
The Third World is here to stay. We’re going to have to figure it out. And no one ever figured anything out with impulsive, crass behavior.
Sell your life dearly, dearie.
Make your music. Follow The Muse. Leave Thanatos to the Third World wink wink!
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