Christianity is the religion of one who lives as if an earthquake were possible at any moment.
A commenter on Vox Day’s blog named Scott wrote that those who decide not to have children are committing genocide against their own family line and that they are responsible for an incalculable number of lives being preempted because they did not want to be bothered. He did repeat these remarks in at least another blog post (both on MGTOW).
Now leaving aside that many people in the past, men especially, did not reproduce. That we know families existed—for example, Robert Walser’s parents—who had five, seven or even nine children of whom not even one reproduced. That at the end of the 17th century, 23% of men and women between ages 40-44 remained unmarried. That monks, nuns, priests and many great Christians had no children – Jerome, Aquinas, Pascal. I actually wonder …
… what is the point of such extreme over-the-top rhetoric? Someone like me who hates his own life, who wishes for death – do you really believe this rhetoric has any bearing on me? And genocide? You cannot kill someone who does not exist. Therefore, I do not affect anyone, because they do not even exist.
These incalculable numbers are not certain at all. A family can die out despite having seven children. Further, for the Christian, the following is true:
Christianity is the religion of one who lives as if an earthquake were possible at any moment.
Why do we need generations of Kallikaks or Jukes? Who needs generations of drunkards, prostitutes, criminals, alcoholics? Who benefits from such vulgarity and decadence? Certainly not the nation.
An “incalculable number of lives being preempted”. Well – I sure hope so! Because then they do not have to go through a horrible existence full of suffering, of being an ugly, hunchbacked and mentally ill loser – genetic traits you have to live with your whole life.
My father is a hunchback and his father was a hunchback – this stuff gets inherited. There are also shortcomings that are too intimate to write about here. Why should I roll dice with another being’s welfare?
Jordan Peterson (from this video) is another case for how strong the influence of genetics is (and why we need eugenics):
I’ve had depression since I was 13, probably, and very severe, and I’ve treated it a variety of ways, some of them quite successfully. But it’s been a constant battle, and my father had it, and his father had it, it’s just rife in my family.
Vox Day, too, said that people with mental illnesses—of which I suffer too, thanks!—should be cautious when thinking about starting a family.
Instead, I say good riddance! to my worthless genes. I am glad I am the last one of the descendants of my useless father, who was the only child of his mother.
Commenters like Scott know nothing about all the reasons someone might not have children. I am not arguing for extinction, let alone for the extinction of white Europeans. But let’s have some standards, please. Chris Langan supports eugenics. So should you.
Says Kierkegaard (from The Moment):
IN AGONIES such as a human being has rarely experienced, in mental strain that in a week would probably drive another out of his mind, I am, it is true, also a power, undeniably a seductive consciousness for a poor human being if the agony and strain were not dominant to the degree that often my wish is for death, my longing for the grave, and my desire that my wish and my longing might soon be fulfilled. Yes, O God, if you were not the Ominpotent One, who omnipotently could compel, and if you were not love, who irresistibly can move—on no other condition, at no other price, could it at any second occur to me to choose the life that is mine, embittered in turn by what is unavoidable for me, the impression I am obliged to have of people, and not least of their misunderstanding admiration. Every creature feels best in its own element, can really live only there. The fish cannot live in the air, the bird cannot live in the water—and for spirit to have to live in an environment devoid of spirit means to die, agonizingly to die slowly so that death is a blessed relief. Yet your love, O God, moves me; the thought of daring to love you inspires me—in the possibility of being omnipotently compelled—joyful and grateful, to want to be what is consequence of being loved by you and of loving you: a sacrifice, sacrificed to a generation for whom ideals are tomfoolery, a nothing, a generation for whom the earthly and the temporal are earnestness, a generation whom worldly sagacity in the form of teachers of Christianity has, in the Christian sense, shamefully demoralized.
That’s it for now.
See also eugenics and
“female eugenics”.