There’s 1.3M in the U.S. and Canada with onlyfans accounts under the age of 35.
In a normal beauty and fertility distribution Bell curve, that accounts for approximately 30-35% of marriage pursuit caliber women.
And does not include, escorts, cam girls, sugar babies, pFP, and the rest.
Older millenials and boomers have no idea what’s actually happening.
We’re literally in Babylon.
Socially smart people often won’t tell you to your face when they disagree with you because they can sense intuitively that you are too attached to the outcome of the interaction and that you couldn’t handle disagreement. So they will just agree with you… but then you might not hear from them again.
It’s easy to assume this is “fake” when really it’s just what intelligent people do to protect their energy. If you went around saying what you really thought all of the time you’d make way too many enemies, and get in way too many unproductive arguments (cortisol spikes = aging)
Of course the only way to make genuine connections is to say what you really think… but especially if you intend to be deeply involved in society, you must train your intuition to know who can take it.
The main use case for being insane (in a high functioning way, as opposed to a crash out prone psychotic way) is immunity to demoralisation.
Things are stacked against you in such a way, that becoming cynical, hopeless and perpetually demoralised is a rational response to the conditions you are subjected to, because logically evaluating trends will repeatedly show you how improbable desirable outcomes are for you, and how futile many of your efforts will be.
This is why rationality, whilst useful as a tool in isolation, is a poor operational mode of being - followed to its ultimate conclusions, it can only ever lead you to cynicism and nihilism - it will rob you of both force of being and meaning, because it presents what is probable as what is inevitable.
It says, there's a 90% chance the thing you hate will occur, and only a 10% chance the thing you love will occur. If you are rational, you say to yourself a 90% chance of failure... that isn't going to work then, and by accepting the 90% as if it were 100%, you lose your 10% chance.
In accepting what is reasonable, you destroy what is desirable. Instead of saying "against all odds" - you have let the odds define things for you - which is the opposite of what you want to do, where you recognise the 10% chance as the only acceptable outcome, and obsess over it no matter how irrational it is, until your irrationality becomes its own force that shifts those probabilities more favourably.
This is why no conqueror is truly rational. They may employ logic to understand the structure of things, yes, but they are not obedient to it as a governing system which dictates their general orientation and approach to things. They do not enthrone reason as the master of their soul, because to do so would be to sterilise what drives them.
Rationality thus does not serve you here, but pure force of will, a love of beauty, and orienting your actions through the pursuit of the meaningful and transcendent does - and it is that which makes this form of insanity attractive - for it is coherent, generative and ultimately self-fulfilling. It doesn't have to pretend reality is something it's not, it simply doesn't accept the most immediate and obvious undesirable conclusions as inevitable and foregone.
This insanity is the refusal to despair because it is the refusal to obey entropy - it is a type of stubbornness that rather than yield to the world, bends it through nothing but sheer force of will.
It takes a very strong soul to be assertively optimistic, hopeful and positive in a culture full of people complaining, hating and doubting.
Believing you can conquer whatever you put your mind is to not a rational response to a society that repeatedly punishes your best efforts, rigs things against you, prices you out, doubts you, and is always telling you why you can't.
This is why you must become beautifully insane. Not in the "I am perpetually paranoid and imagine shit that isn't even real" sort of way, but in the "I'll take my chances on making the improbable beauty real" type of way. You will, as they say, shoot your fucking shot. Backwards. From the halfway line. And you will keep doing that and keep failing until eventually... it goes in.
I’ve never trusted men who have an aversion to and disgust for the crass and the inelegant. The same kind of man who can’t enjoy the obscene (dark humour), low culture (hip-hop), or the crass (swearing) is a treacherous man, because he has no stomach for the ugly - he is a weak man, because rather than transmute the ugly into beauty, he patently rejects it.
He does not recognise dark humour as the transmutation of pain into joy, because he gets offended. He does not recognise hip-hop as a productive and artistic way to channel aggression and the atavistic will to power, because he views it as uncultured, and he doesn’t even tolerate cussing, because he wants too badly to be immaculate - his sense of hygiene is skewed in that it is not merely righteous, but pretentious. He thinks he is above ugliness, when in truth a man who never embraces ugliness is incapable of being beautiful.
He rejects some of the most fundamental tenets of the masculine spirit - that we become ugly for a greater good, that we cannot be great without trips to hell, and that going on such trips is violently messy. He, in his hubris, thinks he is above it all and therefore need not dirty his hands - that he is better than the men who enjoy such things, when really he is just a brat of the highest order. A snob.
one thing i find really sweet about cattle is that the herd will often have what i call a “nanny cow” that sits in the shade with all the calves while the rest of the herd grazes :’) & it’s not always the same cow, they’ll take “shifts” and switch off between the older cows
Live long enough on horseback with nomadic herdsmen, and you'll realize most "primitives" are either too rich or too occupied with survival to care for anything like "progress".
Last week, a yak herder let me live with him overnight to survive a blizzard. He had well above 300 yaks, making his total net worth beyond $300,000.
At the exact same age of 30, my total networth today is a piddling $150,000. Mind you, I pay taxes to the American government, a nation where I haven't lived in 8 years!
Meanwhile, the herdsman has no government ID and lives so remote that it would be unimaginable for the government to find and tax him. He is, in all respects, a freeman able to survive solely by the means of his clan's production.
The closest neighbor (300km away via horse) had 2 wives, eight children, and a mountainside of sheep to support him. Meanwhile, the American has a divorced wife and a mountain of college debt crippling him.
You are not "wealthy" because you have rationalized your "goy cube" block in the prison of the city as an achievement. You are a slave with a new definition.
The 1800 - 1900s was the development of a global prison system that ethnically cleansed us with such severity that we now liken our confines to some bastion of unlimited "progress".
The average Westerner is taxed into poverty so that he can be raided by invaders. You are not free. You are not entering a technological utopia. You are tax cattle being bred for human sacrifice.
There was no need to progress or invent anything new because your family had land, livestock, and clan power for hundreds of years.
Now you have nothing, less nothing than literal third world farmers, but, sure, call it progress to cope. Pretend we're enlightened, high trust, high IQ. Subject yourself to constsnt infighting and fixation on the generation of luxury comforts. Do anything other than rebel or revitalize our frontier heritage.