Post by Dan Ryan on Oct 21, 2019 19:30:40 GMT -5
I was also motivated by feeling emasculated. The younger generation of the ruling classes are spoiled degenerate cowards who hate and fear all masculine images. Their fathers make all the laws and new attitudes, buying the love of their sons that way. The Marine Corps promised to make a "real man" out of me, but it, too, was a servant of the lowest scum on earth: Preppies, whether sissyboy hippies or "Conservative" Chickenhawks. We won't be free until all richkids live in fear. High IQs can do their part through confiscating all that unearned wealth through hacking. When birth privileges become a matter of life and death, as in who would have to fight in Vietnam, real men must make sure that the children of the rich lose all political, economic, and cultural power.
The transformation I expected from the Marine Corps and combat would have also paid off by solving my Incel inability to get girls. If I couldn't change, I'd rather be dead. "I Can't Get No Satisfaction" was the theme song those in my birth class felt about everything, so the mortal danger of what I was getting into didn't faze me. Also, despite the re-writing of history to glorify an empty HeirHead, JFK, still my hero and role model, would have sent as many troops to Vietnam as LBJ did. I was still imprisoned in the dungeon of Camelot castle, thinking I was a Prince.
The military blowhards betrayed me too. The Marines mocked me for my high test scores (152 IQ) and broke me down even further. One time my rifle jammed and we came under fire. I was too depressed to bother cleaning it out and the same thing happened the next day. My front-line experience continued putting me in the passively suicidal state I had been in before I joined up in February, 1966, gasping for air. There was little chance of playing hero and proving my mettle, giving me the personal pride I needed to push through all the obstructions back home. Mental self-esteem from high grades has no rewards in matters that are important, which is why I recommend not using it in school or you will become economic cannon fodder. In a war unlike any other, we in the infantry were used as bait to draw fire and locate the enemy for the jets and artillery to kill off.
It didn't work; the enemy would disappear into tunnels before the big weapons could be effective. I felt like a punching bag; it took the fight and the morale out of us. This was by design of the ruling class, who otherwise would be killed off in the fraternity houses and never benefit from their Daddy's Money, which is all they've got going for them. They better get drafted at age 18 and sent to the front lines or face a Middle America firing squad. The fact that Americans don't abolish inheritance and trust funds is a result of having the bravest sons of the working class demoralized in Vietnam, or emasculated by having to live in college like a teenager who's afraid to grow up.
My dormant antipathy with stupidity was beginning to wake up. Boot camp had been 12 weeks before the war, then it was cut down to 8 to prepare for real fighting; how does that make sense? But, for their self-protection, why would the hereditary rulers want intelligent people to have any decisive power? That way it makes sense, and the same goes for our professors and our incompetent bosses at work. High IQs should devote all their energy to wiping these people out; see how far they would get without this unearned head start. That's when Americans would finally get satisfaction.
The transformation I expected from the Marine Corps and combat would have also paid off by solving my Incel inability to get girls. If I couldn't change, I'd rather be dead. "I Can't Get No Satisfaction" was the theme song those in my birth class felt about everything, so the mortal danger of what I was getting into didn't faze me. Also, despite the re-writing of history to glorify an empty HeirHead, JFK, still my hero and role model, would have sent as many troops to Vietnam as LBJ did. I was still imprisoned in the dungeon of Camelot castle, thinking I was a Prince.
The military blowhards betrayed me too. The Marines mocked me for my high test scores (152 IQ) and broke me down even further. One time my rifle jammed and we came under fire. I was too depressed to bother cleaning it out and the same thing happened the next day. My front-line experience continued putting me in the passively suicidal state I had been in before I joined up in February, 1966, gasping for air. There was little chance of playing hero and proving my mettle, giving me the personal pride I needed to push through all the obstructions back home. Mental self-esteem from high grades has no rewards in matters that are important, which is why I recommend not using it in school or you will become economic cannon fodder. In a war unlike any other, we in the infantry were used as bait to draw fire and locate the enemy for the jets and artillery to kill off.
It didn't work; the enemy would disappear into tunnels before the big weapons could be effective. I felt like a punching bag; it took the fight and the morale out of us. This was by design of the ruling class, who otherwise would be killed off in the fraternity houses and never benefit from their Daddy's Money, which is all they've got going for them. They better get drafted at age 18 and sent to the front lines or face a Middle America firing squad. The fact that Americans don't abolish inheritance and trust funds is a result of having the bravest sons of the working class demoralized in Vietnam, or emasculated by having to live in college like a teenager who's afraid to grow up.
My dormant antipathy with stupidity was beginning to wake up. Boot camp had been 12 weeks before the war, then it was cut down to 8 to prepare for real fighting; how does that make sense? But, for their self-protection, why would the hereditary rulers want intelligent people to have any decisive power? That way it makes sense, and the same goes for our professors and our incompetent bosses at work. High IQs should devote all their energy to wiping these people out; see how far they would get without this unearned head start. That's when Americans would finally get satisfaction.