I expect much out of someone who can claim to be a philosopher, I expect literally a world out of them, but I’m very dissapointed in Nietzscheans in particular, as they claim descent through Nietzsche to Machiavelli, and Fixed Cross, while hardly a mastermind, does try his hand on occasion at making geopolitical calculations regarding strategy and balance of power… I can forgive his lack of insight, as it isn’t his specialization, but I’ve said it 1000 times, I’m just very, very dissapointed in most Nietzscheans, they produce substandard results, they are noobs, never really got into philosophy beyond him (Nietzsche).
While my method here is comedy, which is the hardest form of logic, you try delivering try concepts daily, I take philosophy very seriously. I gave up everything for it. I decided to become a philosopher, by conscious choice, in Iraq. My body was failing, I had been deployed injured, wasn’t ever supposed to go, and I got into trouble for not healing (that doesn’t sound right, because it just doesn’t). I saw a lot of malfunctions everywhere, not just in the army, but in how people thought, problem solved, searched out knowledge, knew what was worthwhile, or incorrect. It was life and death for me to know, not just my life, but everyone I could see on a daily basis. I’ve taken it that seriously ever since.
When I got out of the military, I could barely walk, I spent everyday reading with a burning hunger, rebuilding my ability to walk without a limp, learning to carry weight on my back again for longer and linger periods. Two years after, I was on the verge of giving up, going onto socialism, my state offers free college, free food, free medical clinics, etc… but I knew I wouldn’t be able to shake it once on it. I had some girl hit on me, wearing nasty clothes and weird piercings when I worked at a McDonalds, and knew I would end up with someone like her, knocked up, never getting out of welfare, losing my mission in life. So I struck out, left Cincinnati for San Francisco, just clothes and books in a backpack, no sleeping bag. Why? I figured very few infantry guys went there, I could find work in security, unlike Cincinnati at that time, people with master degrees were fighting for jobs at McDonald’s, I only got it because my tax deduction as a veteran.
In San Francisco, I barely made it from the airport bus to a safe location to sleep, my leg still largely atrophied. I spent everyday carrying those damn philosophy books around, rebuilding my body, looking for work, sitting in the library studying, with the firm conviction life would end for everyone if I didn’t understand fully a idea, or knew enough… didn’t try hard enough, didn’t push myself hard enough, lacked enough understanding. Someday, people would need my ideas in a crucial life or death situation.
I seem hahaha funny, but there is a intensely burning, deeply serious aspect to me. I didn’t become homeless from failing to find work but by choice. I did it so I could rebuild my body and become a better person. I only learned later on about Cynicism, and realized how closely I parallel it at the time. Later , when I embraced Stoicism, it was with recognition they continued in some of my areas Cynics didn’t. I’m not funny on board in either, as I don’t emulate them, I just correspond.
I take it extremely seriously, and in response had have to cut most life contacts away, and never expose my full self to anyone, they freak out if they see a that I am. I am very complex, very rare, and it is part nature, but the nurture aspect is completely my own, fully self motivated. I taught myself. I’m not reliant on others for my approval. I prefer to sit in concord with philosophers who proved themselves in history, but that isn’t necessary, I’m not like Sauwelios who can’t see beyond the quotes, I only notice the ideas because they sit with something I already had been pondering.
How can someone who has spent years in the storms and blinding, burning heat of the cloudless sky, breaking his body for the sake of returning back to a semblance of health, who spends everyday studying and learning to apply himself seriously, with certainty my careless acts will result in death in nations and political systems not even dreamed of yet, looking for every bit of information for a more competent future, take Fixed Cross? He hates his own people. He hasn’t had the world turn on him, he hasn’t known to not trust his own crazed mother, have to drag himself back to his barracks after being picked up and thrown down by his own unit, to get me to go AWOL so someone more fit would replace me (I was all for leaving, but wouldn’t go AWOL). I spent over a year insuring those very guys never were ambushed or killed in Iraq, starting and leading a cleanup program on my base, getting rid of years of ammo and weapons built up all over my old base in iraq, making sure our security details actually did security, etc. We were in the triangle of death in Iraq, nobody died in our puny base, despite over 1000 Iraqis working inside our base in a power plant (a fortress in a fortress). I disarmed it, many nights just me linking on alone through it as my supposed teammate slept somewhere. I wanted to be absolutely sure no Fifth Column could pop up, wanted everyone to expect me in the shadows.
I don’t go against who I am, even when it goes against me. My younder brother and sister turned to drugs, we have several dying each week of it here locally (town of 20,000) so I completely expect them to die. I focus a lot on my nephew, he hasn’t fallen yet. I focus a lot on the problem that has destroyed my community as well, and have been building a ultraviolet camera that can see the drug residue on both drugs like Meth and Explosives- we’ve known since the 50s that they have exact frequencies in the ultraviolet spectrum, but no one has made a actual fully fledged camera for it. It we had these cameras on cop cars or in airports, the war on drugs would be largely over, we wouldn’t of had the Boston Marathon attacker, or the Belgian bombings, they eoukd of bern seen by the residue.
I stay focused, I push hard, harder, the hardest.
Now, why do you think I get so indignant at Fixed Cross or Sauwelios. Sauwelios moreso? I have earnestly dedicated myself to philosophy. Sauwelios angers me in his sick godman scams, he reminds me of the fucking priest from the movie “There Will Be Blood” and would love to reinact the end balling ball scene with him. With Fixed Cross, he doesn’t even take it serioysly, nor has a compensating overwhelming genius to make up fir his insincerity. He is just a dumb stupid fool chasing dick, wuoting Nietzsche, and we are supposed to be impressed by it? He is a philosopher? Fuck no. Then he goes about bashing Christianity, or claiming he is a Jew when ge clearly isnt… He is from the Netgerlands, it outside of sweden knows less about what Christianity actually is about than any other country in Europe, they are hopelessly clueless. He hates his iwn people, bends over backwards for anti-semetic shitheads- Sauwelios is a very poorly closeted Neo-Nazis, he has had swatzikas for his avatar, he quotes a Neo-Nazi spiritualist a lot on this forum who has her Urn up at New Been in the US, even Cezar lambasted him for his racial outlook… Fixed Cross claims to be Jewish. He sticks to Satyr like a condom, Satyr banned him for being a Jew. Russia shoots down a Dutch plane, he woons over Putin… planet is full of dictators, it has to be the one that murdered his countrymen.
Fixed Cross never takes himself seriously, just stumbles through, bad mouthing his country, not productive criticism aiming for resolution, just Nietzsche babble, and hides out in another continent… not to solve the problems back home, but to sit in a good, flat as fuck pointless lost French colony in the middle of Canada, chasing after some immigrants dick, smacking on some drums.
WTF?
Then this thread… This fucking thread… Oh no no no no. No. Fuck no.