Grit And Genocide

I realized today, after way too long, that people who always attack me for being Jewish have no clue whatsoever about the conditions they are playing with. For them it is a joke, something to play with, for me it is the acute heart wrenching fact of 13 direct family members butchered in the most insane ways.

Ive always tried to be a relatively “good sport” with these hollow people, because I was under some sort of hypnosis I suppose, having been told by neonazis who play with Nietzsche that it is all a matter of resentment. Now I realize, only now, that they simply lack the existential depth, the knowledge of suffering, the psychological “grit” to use a term one of of these hollow humans used, to understand what they are saying.

It’s not at all that I think I should have been less cruel to myself, it is just that I realize these people have never been cruel to themselves at all, and never will be. Life is too easy for them, it has none of the sort of suffering that truly cuts into life, thus no spirit.

Their antisemitism is only a yearning for something dangerous and deep whch they sense in the images they from WWII on the tv. I have been shaming my ancestry by taking them even ever so slightly seriously. They jumped on that opportunity and drew me in completely hollow contests, me thinking they actually had some grit because they dared to take this amoral position.

But they never had anything to lose!

Just something to gain; the feeling of being able to cause someone a pain they could never endure themselves. Spectacle.

Of course such hollow non entities will fall away and be forgotten - I suppose they sensed my willingness to engage them as a means to escape from that fate.

Unfortunately even I can not fill such voids.

Hating Jews and supporting Hitler are two different things. Erik is not a Nazi and neither is anybody else on the boards.

I doubt you have any grit at all, if you did you wouldn’t be eating hamburgers because noone gives a shit about cows. People don’t actually think of slaughterhouses when they eat hamburgers, nor do they actually think about the holocaust when they make Jew jokes.

Jews are butchers too, thanks to their religious traditions, billions of innocent male penises are severed yearly.

Joker, shut the fuck up.

I was going to add that it is not that not having such family history points to no depth, obviously, but that using these things to feel tough or belonging points to that.

Naturally there is nothing the hollow ones can do but try to deny this. Im not writing this for them. Its just a formal personal exorcism of the idea that they might matter.

The things ive personally seen, endured, caused and destroyed are enough for murderers to refer to me as a hellraiser. You truly have no clue what grit is with your petty wimpering about hunger and the cops.

Anyway, Odin calls me back to sweet silence now.

Hail Hail!

Cows…COWS!!! Can you read?

I said nothing of cops.

You have no grit, according to your own definition.

You define grit as being able to empathize with genocide victims. I can agree with this definition, because empathy is a painful experience, and thus it requires grit. Yet you yourself, do not empathize with cow genocide victims. The udder hypocrisy is astounding.

You call me a Joker, implying I am a bad person, but I find beef disgusting. I have the right to laugh, I am a Saint, you are not. My laughs don’t hurt anyone, so remove the log from thine own eye, before commenting on mine, as you eat the freshly fried jalepenos off your meat slab, chum. Your species is like an infection, and I’m talking about all of you, not just Jews. Didn’t you watch my video?

Jacob, you’re dealing with a guy who can keep a straight face while posing in his backyard with a sword. I don’t know what else to say.

Trixie, you are retarded. I want, more than anything else, for you to become educated in critical thinking and basic reasoning skills. You’re presence here is shameful and if you’re not an absolute troll, then you’re one of the dumbest people I’ve ever encountered.

Oh, yes they have. Don’t be fooled by presentation. Perhaps they are shallower than you, but they have cut themselves down. Some are better at cutting themselves up and they will present themselves as always certain. Others, in the local pack, I mean, you can see, especially when they clash with one of the others turn beet red with shame. There is also what they miss in the solipsism. And there is a great deal of solipsism in the pack. I don’t mean they adhere to that as a philosophy, but in their rigidity they have a very small surface area of contact with others. They contact mostly ideas and categories. How much they suffer this who knows. In a way you have to know certain things to experience their absence, but still the poverty, the lack goes against nature.

And some of them are young, which means it is easy for them to think that what they think and organize in words in their minds is what they believe and who they are.

If you are actually fine with how they will reframe a statement like this and hurl consdescension back at you, well OK. But why not simply keep this part of your mind away from them? Not because it is wrong, but because of the machine of interaction, the habit this will trigger.

As a way to heighten one part of themselves, for themselves, sure, but that can cut both ways. Not that you are just the same, hell I don’t know you. But I find no reason to show them what you understand about them, unless you really are only communicating with 3rd parties. Maybe you are. Maybe you are not in the least invested in this thread as a riposte to them. If so, well that’s another situation.

There is a mechanical aspect to this. And you can certainly guess what sort of remarks what you have said here will trigger, mechanically. If that does not matter at all, if the world weary, who gives a shit about these types, is really true and not just presentation on your part, then fine. Not jabbing at them while in form writing to others, then fine. Otherwise you are playing their game, which is a kind of victory for them. They get you into their mode, where they will present as even more certain and not touched in the least by what you have said, using it as ‘evidence’ of your Jewishness, weakness…you know the further list of negative terms.

This unpissing contests where ‘I am even less moved by what you said’ ‘I was completely unfazed by that and furthermore it just shows that you are X’ is something they are well practiced at. It’s more like the Zen practitioners bragging about being more nothing than the other practitioners than they realize. And funny in that way, but why turn that machine on.

But if you are merely talking to other people not involved in that particular interaction machine, well that’s a different story. Talking to the pack about your value or theirs is like yelling at a toaster. EVen if the yelling is presented as withering distaste, it is still a toaster you are yelling at. Other discussions with them might be useful, but this one…

Sentimentality…

What’s the point of this thread, Jakob? Do you want to have a pity-party or something?

Shut up and take the pain, for f-ck sake.

Whining and sulking is weak. Basically everyone has ancestors, who were brutally butchered in war. Welcome to life!

Toughen up.

I’m hurt. Oh wait I’m not, because I don’t have feelings. This is all thanks to you, you people who have overpopulated this planet and turned me into a “monster”.

Oooh, the Marijuana specialist has views. He said I’m dumb, I guess I should take critical thinking skills classes now? Would these classes teach me how to pick up hos? That’s funny, the dumbest person on the board says I’m dumb…wow, that’s like the girl on Miss Teen USA calling me dumb. There’s nothing you can even say to that. youtube.com/watch?v=lj3iNxZ8Dww

Just to reiterate how much of idiots you are, let me clarify this. Pigs are the same as dogs. The have dog brains. 1000’s of them die everyday to feed fat entitled fucks like you. You expect me to care about 13 family members of yours that I don’t even know. 13 randoms. I might as well care about the 1000 pigdogs that die every day to feed fat entitled fucks like you.

But you fags wouldn’t know anything about logic, and ethics, because morality is only what’s convenient for you, like saying it’s okay to chop up little boy’s penises, because your big stupid Jew book says its okay to.[size=50] Fuck you.[/size]

This discussion has merit, since it’s not about anything else than power and control. Families tend to get stronger, if, they sustain their identity through generations, by placing their relationships with each other on a prioritized schema, as on top of the list.

This can be mandated as a universal truism, this is why aristocracy has been able to control power, by
institution of marriage protocol, of intermarriage
within the preferred lineage. That negative reactions built up against such control, leading to periodic power grab, is also of overall historic a precedence.

Baron Acton said, ‘Power corrupts, Absolute Power Corrupts Absolutely’. Corruption in governance has also become somewhat of a truism within any and all types of governance. It can be likened to the power to misidentify , to give it the power to vest it and make it a hereditary right. This results in efforts to wrest such ‘rights’ by confusing the right to an identity, with the right to control the relational aspects of power. On such anomalie, do the myths develop into stereotypes.

Sometimes people are intimidated in the presence of someone who has suffered and endured more than they have, and feel subtly insulted. Why; because suffering and enduring is a direct indication of strength and grit. Those who suffer, on this account, naturally feel superior to those who do not, and those who have not suffered as they have, sense this pride and feel smaller in its presence.

(A) The only way to regain one’s feeling of equality of rank with the person who has suffered is to try and make the sufferer feel weak for announcing their suffering, or responsible for it (in the case that he/she is not). But the announcement never was for the intention of gaining pity, but rather for establishing that ranking; I have been through things and to places “of which you know nothing” (N).

Two things in common establish approximate equality between people; one’s exploits and one’s suffering.

Of the two, suffering is a more direct indication of authentic strength because unlike one’s exploits, there is never the possibility that it is experienced through a proxy. In other words (and as an example), two king’s revel in their recent war exploits. There is a respect between them, an acknowledgement of each other’s power. But what did they do to demonstrate their strength here? Order the army to begin the campaign as they sat eating a turkey leg on the throne?

A sufferer, on the other hand, is directly engaged in his suffering, directly tested and tried. There can be no farce in this demonstration of strength and power.

One thing you didn’t do in prison is complain about your time. A man who is doing a thirty year sentence because he was falsely accused of murder is not going to listen to some short-timer chump complain about a measley five years. Likewise, a man who is up to his neck in trouble not of his own making can only laugh to himself when he hears some clown complain about some theoretical philosophical bullshit like racism or feminism or [insert typical complaint from typical, inexperienced, untried irrelevant zero].

“If that is the worst of your troubles, you got it made pal. Go cry somewhere else. We don’t want to hear it” you might hear a man with true grit say.

What we need is a suffering dynamometer to determine your ranks. I will be your judge. Why? Because I am in a shitstorm right now (and have been since 2008) not of my own making that would break every one of you.

You may all now make your attempts at (A) if you feel diminished in my extraordinary and superhuman presence. Or, stop complaining from the comfort of your living room about the niggers and the jews and the homos and the feminists and the liberals and whatever else you bitch and complain about because you have no real war to fight… because I sure as fuck don’t want to hear it… and I’ll leave you alone.

Well, I was on a rock farm…
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wIVQwTdvb2g[/youtube]

Apparently, we live in a society where the goal is to brag and to boast about how miserable we are. What a world. We are trying to compete to see who’s the most miserable. This explains the subconscious desire and reason sapiens, act like such idiots.

unless you are an ecmandu plagued and tormented by tridimensional space demons. that I want to hear about.

trixie, consider those scene in the movies where the dude is being tortured by his captors and then suddenly… he starts laughing uncontrollably.

ah, perfect. like this. remember this scene? that is power.

Story of my life. One time I was combating my depression by doing google image search. I was laughing uncontrollably for two hours and I almost vomited all over the floor.

This quote is from aphorism 270 of Beyond Good and Evil (which places it in chapter 9, titled “What is Noble?”), a slightly different version of which is used as the last section before the Epilogue of his last-written work, Nietzsche Contra Wagner. That aphorism, and the slightly different version as well, starts as follows:

[size=95]“The spiritual haughtiness [or: “pride”] and disgust of every man [or: “human being”] who has suffered deeply [or: “profoundly”]–how deeply men can suffer almost determines the order of rank–”… (Note: in NCW, “haughtiness” and “disgust” have changed places, and “men” has changed to “one”.)[/size]

And the second sentence reads:

[size=95]“Deep suffering makes noble; it separates.”[/size]

So this is not about suffering simply, but about deep suffering. What makes suffering deep? Is it just the quantity (including the vehemence) of suffering? At this point I wish to cite another passage where Nietzsche uses the word “deep”:

[size=95]“Every sign of exhaustion, of heaviness, of old age, of weariness, every kind of unfreedom, as cramp, as lameness, above all the odour, the colour, the form of dissolution, of decomposition, and albeit in the final attenuation into a symbol–all of this evokes the same reaction, the value judgment ‘ugly’ [hässlich, literally “hately”]. A hate pops up there: whom does man hate there? But there can be no doubt: the decline of his type. He there hates out of the deepest instinct of the genus; in this hate there is shudder, prudence, depth, farsightedness–it is the deepest hate there is. It is because of this hate that art is deep…” (Twilight of the Idols, “Skirmishes of an Untimely Man”, aphorism 20.)[/size]

Between Germany and England, there is the Netherlands; and the Dutch word for “ugly” is lelijk, a contraction of ledelijk, literally “sufferingly” (the adverbial form of “suffering” the gerund, not the participle). Compare http://etymonline.com/index.php?term=loath. (I also associate “ugly” with the German Ekel (translated above as “disgust”), but can find neither corroboration nor the converse thereof.)

The notion of the decline of one’s type evokes hate because it causes suffering. This suffering, then, is the deepest suffering there is. And saying that the destruction of thirteen direct relatives represents a decline of one’s type is putting it very mildly…

In a crucial passage with regard to Thus Spake Zarathustra’s fundamental conception, the thought of the eternal recurrence, Zarathustra says:

[size=95]“Compassion [or: “pity”] however is the deepest abyss: as deeply as man sees into life, so deeply sees he also into suffering.” (TSZ “Of the Vision and the Enigma”.)[/size]

Compare:

[size=95]“My kind of ‘pity.’— This is a feeling for which I find no name adequate: I sense it when I see precious capabilities squandered, e.g., at the sight of Luther: what force and what insipid backwoodsman problems! (at a time when in France the bold and light-hearted skepticism of a Montaigne was already possible!) Or when I see anyone halted, as a result of some stupid accident, at something less than he might have become. Or especially at the idea of the lot of mankind, as when I observe with anguish and contempt the politics of present-day Europe, which is, under all circumstances, also working at the web of the future of all men. Yes, what could not become of ‘man,’ if——! This is a kind of ‘compassion’ although there is really no ‘passion’ [suffering] I share.” (The Will to Power, section 367 (1885) whole, Kaufmann translation.)[/size]

And:

[size=95]“One may be as right as can be if one cannot get rid of one’s fear, and is cautious, of the blond beast at the bottom of all noble races: but who would not a hundred times rather fear, if he can at the same time admire, than not fear, but not be able to get rid of the disgusting [ekelhaften] sight of the failed, bedwarfed, shriveled, poisoned? And is that not our fatality? Of what does our ill will against ‘man’ consist today?–for we suffer from man, there can be no doubt.–Not fear; rather, that we have nothing to fear from man anymore; that the vermicle ‘man’ is in the foreground and swarms; that the ‘tame man’, the hopelessly mediocre and unedifying one has already learned to feel himself as the goal and peak, as the meaning of history, as ‘higher man’;–indeed, that he has a certain right to feel that way, insofar as he feels himself at a distance from the abundance of the failed, sickly, weary, spent of which Europe is beginning to stink today, consequently as something at least relatively successful, at least still capable of life, at least life-affirming…” (Towards the Genealogy of Morality 1.11)[/size]

Trixie: one time i was in a maximum security prison for crimes i did not commit, and when i was denied medical treatment by the incompetent doctors that work at prisons because they arent smart enough to be employed by a hospital, somehow, with lower back pain so bad that i couldn’t walk, i managed to kick a desk over in the office, at which point i was put in 23 hr a day cell lockdown for a year. in this cell i slept on a piss stained mattress maybe four hours a night… when the niggers finally stopped arguing and shouting around 2 in the morning (even they have to sleep sometime). i glued paper over the vent with coffee creamer to stop the cold draft that was blasting into the cell. to ease the pain i ate ibuprofen like it was candy. the nausea and vomiting it caused was a relief… at least the pain was dulled. i was delighted to be able to walk five steps forward, turn around, and walk five steps back in my eight by six cell.

sometimes, though rarely, that laughter would come over me. it’s hard to explain what it was…something half insane half sinister. at times i would glance up at the vent holes while lying in bed and wonder if i could push my sheet through it and rig up a neuse to hang myself… then i remembered there are men in prison doing life sentences for crimes they did not commit. if they could do their time, i could do mine.

what got me through was my resolve to avenge myself when the time was right. it didnt matter that i had lost everything but my van, that i wouldn’t be able to get a decent job or a place to live, that the world would call me a monster and a child molester, etc., etc. i had my plan, my goal, my straight line, and i would follow it to the end.

yeah, i know that laughter all to well. when all this happens not because you murdered someone, or stole a car, or sold some drugs, or sexually assaulted someone, but because somebody saw your dick, you can only laugh. there is nothing else you feel but pure, maddening, hysterical rage.

(for more details of my adventures in prison, see thread in off topic forum. the above was just a sample)

Perhaps part of you wants to go back to prison, because in there everything you do is necessary–for you to endure.

Nietzsche wants to cause man tremendous suffering in order to force him to be strong.

that’s a good question. not the dumb suffering of an animal (although that certainly isn’t pleasant either), but physical suffering accompanied by an intellectual understanding of the contradiction, absurdity, the in-vain and/or injustice of a particular kind of suffering for certain reasons that are circumstantially complicated.

See Zoot…now you are getting a taste of why I hate this world, and why I can’t stand faggots who tell you to contribute to society. What the fuck kind of person would want to contribute to this shit? The only contribution I’d make is my DNA machine, so we can put and end to this homo sapiens banile shit once and for all. So get me the parts, and make me a fucking machine. Who cares what Neitzche said, he was a faggot. The goal of life is not to maximise our suffering.