A thread dedicated to Peitho and his/her thinking.
Cowardice, and ego expose itself in its quickness to accuse the other of what it is most guilty of.
The defeated will claim victory first, trying to convince the witnesses that they saw a different outcome.
The speed of the declaration exposes the victim’s anxiety, to preserve face.
If the audience is rooting for him, they will cheer, reinforcing the declaration, invigorating him, reinforcing his delusion… but in his soul he will know.
His subsequent performances will lack the bravado, the arrogant flow of his previous demeanor.
His defeat will be written all over his adjustment, his more careful glance, his slower more measured step.
He will be weary, unwilling to risk being fully exposed.
he will be content with the declarations and the approving words of his kind.
But he knows.
Those that have the “eye” will see, those that have the mind to understand will know.
The mediocre masses, the multitudes, do not matter.
When a wound is suffered, it smarts.
The fighter tries to hide the pain, not wanting to reveal himself to the opponent.
But his posture, the way he holds the blade, and circles the one that threatens to cut deeper, show where he hurts the most.
He may verbalize, wanting to seed doubt in his adversary, but if the other is clever, he will not listen to the words, but watch the actions…the movements,…the choices.
When dealing with females, children, or emasculated males, do not listen to the words they use, but observe the behavior, the actions.
These reveal what is going on in their mind.
The words are the cover.
All is (inter)action.
All is indeed.
The strategy is quite simple, and this is why simpletons use it.
It also demands a certain shamelessness, born of being degenerate.
It goes like this…
1- Make an outlandish, hyperbolic, over the top, claim. One that might intimidate the majority. Something self-aggrandizing, self-flattering like:
“I have a solution to everything”
or
“I can get any female I want”
or
“I have an I.Q. of 160”
or
" I am a MENSA member"
or
“I am the only man that deserves sex”
or
“Have read Heraclitus in the original Greek” ([size=85]this is more of a regional hyperbole because in Greece it is not that impressive, just as reading Nietzsche in the original German is not impressive in Germanic nations[/size])
or
“I have found the solution to mortality”
Whatever self-flatters, invites attention, and is intellectually and/or physically intimidating enough for the average, the mediocre masses.
You know, something so insanely over the top, that it makes some gullible, inexperienced, dumb, twats question their own judgments.
Something impressive to the feminine, the naive, the infantile.
2- If you receive a challenge to your outlandish declaration run for cover into more outlandishness… like referring to obscure intellectuals, which you’ve hypothetically understood and that are superior to anything popular, common, mainstream, which you’ve also failed to prove you’ve understood.
This gets rid of the second tier thinkers, and those who cannot be bothered to go further.
Those who have the brains but come to philosophy just as a hobby, seeing no greater consequences, ideals…no connections beyond mind-candy.
3- Retreat into word-games, patronizing insinuations, having no understanding of what you claimed you did, to challenge the skeptics.
This phase is the “saving face” phase, or the “limiting the cost” to your original claim.
Liker not signing a check you wrote out with a 6 digit number your arse cannot cover.
This is the defensive phase… the trying to reduce the cost of your original mistake.
4- The shameless ones, those who have no internal control no sense of pride, but find it only in others, will only care if it affects the majority, or to what degree their bullshyte has an effect.
There is no internal standard to feel ashamed towards, so they can only be embarrassed if the majority sees what hypocrites and liars they are.
This is the defense mechanism of stupidity and decadence.
With no connection to past/nature all that matters is how many you can convince…so lying hypocrisy,m duplicity is not shameful unless you asre exposed.
This is where mitigating the costs of your original mistake comes into effect.
The exposed liar and hypocrite, has to convince the audience, or as many of them as possible, that what happened was the reverse of what he experienced.
Then he adjusts his thinking as if he had already said that.
This is the most crucial phase for the Modern bullshyte artist.
Having no other motive than impressing others, he must ave face, his reputation, in their minds.
He feels on sense of shame for having lied to others and himself, because seeing elf and world is not his motive.
Impressing is.
This is the phase of redefining history…to reduce the impact of the original bad judgment.
5- Having ben exposed as a liar and hypocrite, a fake, then retreat to short responses, imagery, insinuating what your words failed to do: impress, pass on an image of you you ant the majority to believe.
This is the defeated stage.
All that its left is to rescue, what you can, from the mistake you made.
At this point you can take risks…having little to lose.
So use laconic remarks, feigning indifference, or imagery, funny quips, cynical feedback, to imply what, again, you cannot prove, and is beyond you.
At this point you are preaching to the chore, or those on your level and below, because those who saw, who know, will laugh at your antics.
Pandering to the majority is what a coward and simpleton does.
If only he can convince most of them, he will be rescued form his own stupidity.
When a canine growls do not fear it. It fears you, It growls to keep you away.
Be careful of the canine that is silent.
Have you seen cats fight.
The weaker one is the loudest, the most intimidating - it raises its fur to look bigger.
The stronger one is silent.
In humans, the one that brags, makes big claims, impressive declarations, is the feeblest one… the most harmless, the most pathetic.
It pronounces its superiority, because it cannot display it.
It makes the most intimidating preposterous, hyperbolic claims because (s)he feels the most insecure…
“I’ve read the Greeks in the Koine original” ([size=85]koine meaning common - which could refer to what was common then and what is common now[/size])
"I have an IQ of 160" ([size=85]but I need to state it because it is not obvious from what I say[/size])
“I can have any woman I want” ([size=85]a projection implying virility, value, exposing where insecurity lies[/size])
“I deserve sex” ([size=85]christian pleading: give me, I beg you, what I deserve[/size])
“I am a MENSA member” ([size=85]I ought to be respected, though I cannot be respected[/size])
“I am happy” ([size=85]If I repeat it, it might become true - self programming - prayer)[/size]
“My life is wonderful” ([size=85]I am not worth it, but at least I am content[/size])
“I have money” ([size=85]I am worth something, I should be appreciated - what I own is what I am[/size])
“I’ve discovered the solution to EVERYTHING” ([size=85]I am smart - I make-up up with brains what I lack in very other area[/size])
The words of cowards, weaklings, insecure nit-wits, selling an image to disguise what they feel and know they are.
Words… compensating for deeds.
Noetic construct to replace phenomena, the present, the apparent.
Modernity on display… this is Nihilism.
Those who seek meaning, purpose as something ideal outside of them, something pre-existing, are begging for authority, a leader, something or someone to take responsibility for their actions, their choices.
They seek absolution in otherness.
Something/someone to blame, or thank, for the cost/benefit of their decisions, judgments.
Something/Someone to cleanse them of motive; make their actions innocent.
Something/Someone to hide behind, gain power through association, and security in plausible deniability.
Just out of curiosity, why [of late] do you seem to post ten times more here than there?
Is your aim to enlighten us, or to expose all the more why ILP is a cesspool of Modernism?
I find it all rather ironic. But then I would, wouldn’t I? 
How does one determine good from bad value judgments the coward asks, the imbecile asks, confusing good/bad for his Christian good/evil.
Why, by the outcome, the consequences… if no mitigating force does not intervene to decrease and increase either.
This is natural selection, and how intelligence, consciousness evolved… without a God.
Trial and error, the individual living or dying by his own choices, his own value judgments - Cost/Benefit, each choice burdening and benefiting the chooser.
But in Modern times when weakness, stupidity, has to be protected from itself to cultivate the illusion of parity, and equal potentials, things become confusing for imbeciles and cowards, and this is comforting to them, because in confusion they can build their delusions and claim that they are respectable.
Is this not why they cry for Democracy - the protective all-equating shield, within which quantities mean more than qualities?
How else could a product of bad genes feel proud of his inferiority?
Was there a debate in nature?
Never.
There wasn’t even a question.
Each organism lives and dies according to its judgment, its choices = natural selection.
Social selection = protecting the inferior to cultivate minds pliable, malleable, dull, complacent, confused easily manipulated…
Minds trapped in linguistics, and the paradoxes taking words literally force them into.
Is it not better to be lost in confusion rather than dead?
The Nihilist, the Modern thinks so.
What other option does he have?
When a coward and an imbecile is confronted with what he cannot respond to, other than adopted regurgitated defenses, he tries to recruit the aid of others, to drive away the menace.
Think of a wild ass, attacked by a wolf… how it brays, calling out to its ass-mates, hoping they will gallop to its aid.
how different re humans to animals, really?
Are not most a hybrid, if you define Human properly?
Manimals then.
Not quite best or human… a mix.
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Can you think of other mixes?
You’re never all that far removed from huffing and puffing are you?
And you really are all about this:
[b][i]He was like a man who wanted to change all; and could not; so burned with his impotence; and had only me, an infinitely small microcosm to convert or detest.
John Fowles [/i][/b]
Me too. Well, more so when I too was an objectivist of course.
You may well be beyond liberating from all this scholastic bullshit. You may well take it with you all the way to the grave.
Yet I may well succeed in saving at least a few of them from your clutches.
Whatever it might possibly mean to be “saved” in an essentially absurd and meaningless world. And that’s before the part about oblivion.
Isn’t it?
For the Modern, having no brain to think on its own, no courage to pass judgment and live by it, forever dependent on others to decide, regurgitation is his only option.
He repeats a mantra, like a prayer, thinking it has magical powers, driving away an “evil” he does not comprehend, he does not want to face.
Regurgitation, like with all herbivores, all herd manimals, is the continuous munching on the same weak nutrients, trying to suck as much solar energy from them, as possible.
The manimal chews, swallows, regurgitates, and chews again, over and over.
The Judeo-Christian/Muslim repeats the same prayers, the same quotes, the same rituals, the same texts, over and over.
His lack of understanding forces him to remain true to the text. He cannot diverge, cannot express the same ideas using different metaphors.
He is stuck in his habituation, his comfort zone.
His only goal is to save mankind, to liberate man, and himself in it, from the past/nature that he despises - terrified by its decrees, its indifferent processes.
His altruism is selfish. He only cares for others because with them he is rescued.
The repeated prayer is comforting… a semblance of order, in a confusing world of chaos.
He gathers in groups, feeling the beating hearts of his own, hearing their bleats in the dark… like warm sonar hugs drowning out the wilderness beyond.
The coward makes up with nervous twitching what he lacks in courage.
The imbecile makes up with words what he lacks in judgment.
The source of his fears, are mistaken for the reasons.
He mistakes how the other makes him feel with the others intent, because the only way he can judge superior/inferior is by using the feelings good/bad, not needing to know the reasons.
If the other makes him feel afraid, then the other is a fear-monger,; if the other makes him fear, then the other is afraid; if the other makes him angry and hateful then it is the other that is angry and hateful.
The underlying “logic” of this is that the cosmos is benevolent, ordered, rational, and good, therefore whomever makes him afraid, sad, angry, confused is doing it on purpose.
Describing the world, as it is, falls under this rule.
If the description is frightening, insulting, then the source is the one exposing him to this cosmos - this is the reason.
If the description makes him hateful, sad, or if it insults him, then it is all the speaker’s fault.
Unable to respond to the description, the perceptive, the Modern imbecile, coward, attacks the one exposing him to this description, this theory… this probability.
The mediocre Modern hopes, has faith, that if he silences the speaker, then along with him the described goes away.
Subjectivity in all its glory.
Stick your head in the sand, close your ears to the one speaking of the lion approaching, and you are saved…no?
Ignorance is bliss, but is it a solution?
Ignorance and innocence are often confused, just as are courage and ignorance.
In fact, in this Modern world ignorance is the ideal.
Specialization is institutionalized autism - to be knowledgeable, in a tiny part of reality, and totally obtuse in everything else - co-dependence.
This is the Hive Mind.
Lyssa’s Prose…
It is all one person over there, it is why I never bother.
Rumors of course. I don’t care either way.
There are a million different ways to cope, of course.
The Modern Nihilist being free from the immutable, determining past/nature, can fabricate any delusion to sooth his emptiness, to offer an escape to his trembling soul.
But, that’s exactly why it is so seductive and popular, so addictive… why it captures the imagination of the majority, and all cannot help but follow.
Have you seen Modern “art”, or fArt as I call it?
The artists needs no intent, no genius… all he needs is a good salesman, and the talent to exploit vanity, and emotions.
The rest is up to the observer, the target audience.
They project meaning, purpose into the “scriblings” and confused lines.
They seduce themselves, obsessing only over the one that brings it out of them.
The artist, like the hypnotist, the magician, only has to set-up the environment, the stimulation… and then trigger the target’s inner desires, needs, wants, emotions, fantasies.
Then he can sit back and sell, sell, sell… to brainless twits with a chip, and money to spare.
But the reverse is also in play.
The artist that denies the audience this free-for-all expunging of inner emotions, hidden secrets, is to be condemned, ridiculed, dismissed.
And it’s easy to do so, when all you have to do is attack the artist, evading the work.
Brothers and sisters, let us pray, and hope there is only one of them, because if there are more then how can we cope.
How can we cope with more, when one has us transfixed, when one is too much for us to handle, when one makes none of our rituals effective?
How do we cast this one away, and what if there are legions of this one?
Let us have faith, brothers and sisters, that as there is ONE god, and ONE Substance, that there in only one Devil… and if we can convince ourselves of that, then how hard could it be to convince ourselves that there are none?
Who does the terrified coward call when there’s an “evil” spirit in his home, and he has no clue how to rid himself of it?
Ghost-busters?
What if it is a monster he cannot fight, nor reason with, nor defeat, despite declaring victory time and time again, and despite his praying, what then?
The authorities?
The farm manimals bray, calling the farmer to cast out the intruding predator, and close the barn doors.