“Rather than a Christian, perhaps I am a pagan who believes in Christ.”
Prior to the Trump election and the emerging “Alt Right”, I wasn’t even aware of “hook up” or “PUA”/“Pick-up artistry”. I certainly did not expect there to be so many people—men—even making a living out of something so vile, or at the very least attaching their names to it.
(An exception back then was Stefan Molyneux who, despite being a bit rough around the edges and having deranged morons like “Rollo Tomassi” on his show, at least defended marriage. He even recommended reading Thomas E. Woods’ How the Catholic Church Built Western Civilization.)
I was aware for sure that we are living in decadent times. Even back as an atheist I rejected “dating”. I did not see the logic in living in such a chaos where people always split up and hop to another man or woman. It did not make sense. F. Roger Devlin made a similar point of why dating is nonsense in his essay Sexual Utopia in Power.
Apparently, the dunces supporting this lifestyle don’t even ask themselves if they wanted their daughter to be used that way—or mother and sister, or anyone close to them. Not even that thought enters their deranged brains—should they actually have brains, maybe their heads are full of testicles.
As if it weren’t bad enough already to be the result of such a vile and disgusting, nay, grotesque act! Then they devalue it even more via sexual promiscuity—sexual decadence rather. Or, as the German pastor George Huntemann called it, who saw this awful orchestrated spectacle unfold before his eyes: “revolt of the shameless” (“Aufstand der Schamlosen”).
The situation here is similar to mass immigration and how it forces us to put up with millions of foreigners from incompatible cultures. It almost required one to research topics like behavioural genetics, IQ research and anthropology.
Though while the above subjects are at least interesting and not necessarily vulgar, what imbeciles and deranged miscreants like Chateau Heartiste forced down my throat was nauseating, repugnant trash; I wish I could forget what I read and know now. It is disgusting knowledge, it infested my brain. Such stuff was shared widely and discussed by supposedly “earnest” “thinkers”.
It would be hilarious were the topic not as crass, tacky and vulgar as it is;
these men just proved to the world that they are white negroes.
(F. Roger Devlin made the point that in the West, monogamy is dead and we
are basically living like Africans—with the difference that in Africa,
they actually still have offspring instead of killing it. [But also see
eugenics.])
Pornography is disgusting enough. However, here I was at least able to believe that such people, women especially, do it “professionally” only for money. Not that this is noble. Not at all. But copulating “for fun”, worse than animals, living like beasts? Even Konrad Lorenz rejected such beastly lifestyles.
After I became a Christian, I faced another problem: suicide now was out of the question, which has been on my mind always, seen as the best solution regarding existence I could think of. God, for some reason, forces us to live in His horrid creation. I do have to live this life now. What’s worse—besides Churches no longer being Christian—is that at least online, there seems to be a huge number of Christians who almost turn marriage into a duty.
As Andy Nowicki writes in
Ruminations of a Low-Status Male, Volume 2: Celibacy and Hypergamy,
the Gospels certainly do not teach that marriage is mandatory—unlike in
Judaism or Islam!—, quite the opposite. Celibacy is based on Holy Scripture.
I do not reject marriage, because God, Christ, did not either, though I’d not
want to sit in Church with “Alt-Right” Christians who’d argue that I have
to marry all the time.
It is even more laughable when Christians like Roosh or Jay Dyer do it,
given how lewd their lives were; they actually are responsible for the
mess we’re in.
I need to add that I was an atheist until thirty, and hanged myself at age twenty-three; I would have done it earlier, but killing yourself is not something one does on a whim. I, at least, don’t.
As a Christian now, suicide is off the table. Though my contempt for life is not. While Christians, monks even, do commit suicide, too, I don’t see how I could go through with it now, having experienced what I experienced. My situation is similar to Kierkegaard’s or to Reinhold Schneider’s, the Catholic poet and writer who was suicidal his whole life, dying at the age of fifty-five.
However, this means I now have to continue to live in this horrible, absolutely horrible world that I would never have chosen to live in had I been asked. There is nothing marvelous about this existence or this universe at all. It is a meat grinder filled with sex-obsessed imbeciles who are too weak to live alone. Yes, this goes especially for the gigolos, the psychopaths who puff themselves up because of their inability to keep it in their pants, being slaves to their base instincts; going so far as to think that we look up to them.
It also means having to put up with Christians now, including their horrible theology. I am absolutely on board with Nicolás Gómez Dávila when he writes:
“Rather than a Christian, perhaps I am a pagan who believes in Christ.”
Sexuality is a result of the Fall.
Therefore, I “react” to it—and will quote the reactionary Don Colacho now:
The modern world demands that we approve what it should not even dare ask us to tolerate.
Man emerges from the beast when he orders his instincts hierarchically.
Man ends up being motivated by the motives which they say he has. A beast if they say that his soul dies with the souls of beasts; an animal with shame, at least, if they say that he has an immortal soul.
The scent of the sin of pride attracts man like blood attracts a wild beast.
The modern world will not be punished.
It is the punishment.Demographic pressure makes people brutish.
I would not live for even a fraction of a second if I stopped feeling the protection of God’s existence.
More so than the immorality of the contemporary world, it is its growing ugliness that moves one to dream of a cloister.
A totalitarian state is the structure into which societies crystallize under demographic pressures.