You claim I’m over-whelmed by fear, yet can’t identify what the fear is?
Hmmm
Quackery
I don’t use fear-mongering tactics; I’m simply blunt, brutally honest, abrasive.
This “tactic” worked for me, woke me up, when I read Redbeard’s Might is Right. It motivated me, fired me up.
It did not discourage me. Such tactics only discourage cowards and weaklings, who need to be taught softly.
I have ideals, they are just realistic, as opposed to romantic.
Activity is a sign of fear. Whenever something “fires you up” it’s a sign of fear. And this isn’t a bad thing so as long it is controlled. But more often than not, it is not controlled.
Your ideals are rubbish. They are not ideals at all because there is nothing beautiful about them. They are no different than the real. They are the real. And so, they are no ideals at all.
Or maybe it’s a sign of deep resonation within my psyche? Something profound simmering within the depths of my being?
To you, I am ugly, because you are all caught up on this aristocratic/gentlemanly nonsense.
That very term “gentleman” is an oxymoron; men are not gentle — men are brutal.
You posted some pictures of yourself in the pic thread. I passed by them. You seem like you are physically strong, like maybe you did some wrestling
in high-school. Like I said, you are a blond beast, not a Mr. Darcy.
Don’t fear what you are, Magnus. Embrace your inner savage.
Fritz was both a barbarian and a gentleman. to live like he did in the last 2.5 decades of his life you had to be a barbarian…or something else between god and animal. traveling around alone on a small pension… fighting recuring bouts of sickness And near blindness. Finally falling into a vegetable state…from ubermensch to vegemensch In two decades.
The ideal is supposed to stand in opposition to the real. If reality is brutal, the ideal, it only makes sense, should be peace. If reality is chaos, the ideal, it follows, should be order. And so on and so forth.
This is what I mean when I say that you have no ideals whatsoever: your ideals are equal to the real in the sense that instead of resisting the real they align with it by amplifying it.
So if brutality is reality, then the ideal, for you, is even more brutality. If ugliness is reality, then the ideal, for you, is even more ugliness. Call it the hyper-real if you will.
Simply put, you are completely dominated by instinct.
You speak of overcoming, but it’s precisely overcoming that is lacking in you. Amplifying your instincts is not overcoming. Resisting your instincts is. Precisely that which you do not want to do, because you cannot do it.
Man is brutal by nature, true, but that is no counter-argument, for the ideal is not supposed to be in alignment with the real, but in opposition to it, which is why the ideal man is less brutal and more gentle.
There is one virtue higher than brute force and that is compassion… but not in the way you would expect. It is a higher kind of compassion than those incapable of hurting someone cannot have (“because they have no claws, etc”).
To be able to destroy something and instead give it pardon. Think about it. This act not only demonstrates brute power, but also a higher more noble diplomacy… A stronger constitution. It indicates SO MUCH power that one no longer needs to be brutal.
There is one virtue higher than brute force and that is compassion… but not in the way you would expect. It is a higher kind of compassion than those incapable of hurting someone cannot have (“because they have no claws, etc”).
To be able to destroy something and instead give it pardon. Think about it. This act not only demonstrates brute power, but also a higher more noble diplomacy… A stronger constitution. It indicates SO MUCH power that one no longer needs to be brutal.
but I just told you, the good for nothings compassion isn’t the the kind of compassion im talking about here.don’t mistake having compassion for something because you can’t NOT have compassion for it, and having compassion for it because you’ve chosen to. The latter kind is not slavish compassion. Youre eqivocating.
The ‘compassion’ you are referring to is more like magnanimity.
But my thread is not so much about this, as it is about having the courage to stand alone and face the Truth.
You ARE advocating barbarism. You call romantic ideals a “weakness”, don’t you? You call everything that places one’s life at risk a “weakness”. It’s a typically barbaric sentiment. Instead of choosing a great ideal that is worth dying for, you choose a pathetic, compromising ideal that does not go beyond the real so that you can have any chance of success at all.
You are dominated by the fear of failure. That’s a distinctly hyper-masculine feature.
The world is full of both “lowly lambs” and “laughing lions”. The former are called liberals, and the latter conservatives. The former have decent ideals but are not willing to fight fo them, the latter have no ideals at all and only want to fight.
As if a successful barbarian can suddenly become something other than a barbarian. As if a successful barbarian can suddenly become compassionate due to his power. As if barbaric compassion isn’t merely a pose the purpose of which is to demonstrate power (and not compassion.)
I’m telling you that barbarians are capable of having real compassion. Ever see footage of hitler with his dog ranger? genuine, gregarious, german compassion. Unmistakably real goodness was in that dude somewhere and you caught a glimpse of it if only rarely.
Anyone is capable of compassion, that’s not the point. The point is hierarchy of forces constituting an individual. Barbarians are at all time barbarians no matter how much compassion they show, just as non-barbarians are non-barbarians no matter how much barbarism they show.
If I believed that anything that puts one’s life at risk is weakness, then I would not engage in combat sports, like MMA and boxing — I would
not be pro-war, I would not glorify the warrior spirit. What is war, but walking on the edge of both life and death? What greater risk?
I’m not afraid of failure, because I always manage to stand back up and continue on.
You call me “hyper-masculine”. I only seem this way, because we live in a time of great degeneration, a time of great effeminacy.
People mocked me, because I own a sword, a symbol of honor and virility. What greater sign of degeneration, when such things are scoffed at.
Welcome to the 21st century, the age of the “last men”.
Correction: you have a flea market sword that would break if you dropped it.
find the one in new york called yushi genzaro and tell him i have instructed him to fashion you a blade. When you receive the blade we shall begin training.
there’s a flaw in the design though.its too front heavy to be one handed. the grip needs to be extended. you’ll never use that sword efficiently with only one hand.if you did you have to take about a third of that weight off the blade.