No one cares.

What I wrote above is true for those bragging about their “conquests”, achievements of whatever nature and general showing off about themselves as well. The world does not care. It simply does not. No one cares about supposed “alphas” living a vulgar, decadent life with who knows how many women and drugs consumed. God does, though, and will throw them into hell should they not repent.

I only care about when — when — when will God allow me to leave this awful place? How much longer do I need to endure the ghastly sight that this world is? What is the point of living life, especially in this our decadent world? Where people are already accustomed to living in fornication. This was not even possible just a mere hundred years ago!

You losers do not even have eugenics implemented!

Your crappy sex-obsessed men, no matter what Greek letter of the day they belong to, are not of the best genetic endowment, for the West especially is suffering from dysgenics. As if ”gaming” a woman means that you have healthy genetics. (But I wrote about this elsewhere.) I would not exist if capable men were running society, and it would be much, much better this way.

Passing on mental illness is worse than murder. Kierkegaard agreed, too.

That Christians apparently even defend such men boggles the mind. Truly, this world is so horrible, so ugly — both morally and judged by its architecture alone — that were I not a Christian, I’d laugh such “successful” men in the face only to then put a shotgun to my own and blow it into pieces. Unfortunately, God forces us to continue living in this horrible, horrible world.

I’m not even aware of anyone in my neighbourhood who thinks like this, who would approve of a promiscuous lifestyle. It all seems a rather juvenile, shallow attitude.

Naturally, I end it again with blasting compositions by Gómez Dávila; who hated the modern world with a passion, without hating man, but human nature itself:

Man is important only if it is true that a God has died for him.

I would not live for even a fraction of a second if I stopped feeling the protection of God’s existence.

We live because we do not view ourselves with the same eyes with which everybody else views us.

We spend a life trying to understand what a stranger understands at a glance: that we are just as insignificant as the rest.

One has to believe in God in order to ascribe meaning to things.

The soul surpasses the world, whereas the world encompasses humanity.
The insignificance of humanity renders “philosophies of history” ridiculous, whereas the infinite price of each human soul vindicates religion.