WARNING: This piece will trigger 99 out of 100 readers; each for a different reason. I wrote it on behalf of that 1 person in 100 who would so earnestly love to know The Big Truths that he wants to be triggered if that's what it takes. ⬇️⬇️⬇️
As someone incapable of being a servant and uncomfortable with being a boss, I've had a tough row to hoe.
The simple fact is that The Worldwide Economy is based upon one simple principle:
Servitude
The greatest advantage one country has over another is its economy.
This is not new. Human “co-operation” is what outcompeted our fellow Simians and hominins alike.
In smart circles calling someone a Neanderthal is no longer an insult. It is now known with near certainty that they had larger brains and were smarter than us. What they lacked was the capacity to be ruled.
Neanderthal art and Neanderthal tools are more varied and interesting than the art and tools of our primary ancestral group (whom we humorously term Sapiens).
Humans had toolmaking factories, with bosses and workers. Neanderthals worked alone or in small intimate groups.
I myself have unearthed the abundant output of our tool-making Sapien ancestors in a number of countries. There are areas where you can stick your hand into the dirt and pull up nearly identical arrowheads — over acres and acres and acres…
The God of the Jews is The Exemplary Individualist.
It is the Jews who remember a thought-free egalitarian Eden, and the Jews who recorded Samuel’s denunciation of their forefathers for choosing servitude under Kingship despite all its obvious drawbacks because it was the only way not to be swallowed up by their neighbors.
But God is in Heaven and I am here.
Judaism is replete with the finest mottos known to man.
Yet — the dearest hopes and dreams of humanity are recorded and recited by a People who discover, generation after generation, that those who would not be slaves must be masters.
Their professional holy ones are cloistered away from a world in which they can not survive. They spend their lives making noise over imaginary riddles with the greatest of earnestness while they butter their bread with the guilt-taxed lard acquired by their most compromised cousins.
Yet again, out of this moral cacophony emerges continual updates to the melodic poetry that sustains the soul of Man.
I want to provide a shtickl Mencken here but this isn't the Beis Medrash, this is real life. And what matters for my purposes is the fact that those who can not be servants and would not be masters are excluded from the worldwide bread and pillow cartel.
Mencken was confused by the odd fact that the Jews who, “could be put down very plausibly as the most unpleasant race ever heard of… from time immemorial, have been the chief dreamers of the human race, and beyond all comparison its greatest poets”.
His brilliant student, Ben Hecht, figured it out during the holocaust: The consolation prize of victimhood is that beautiful idealism that drives humankind forward more surely than the uniquely tiny balls of its masculine members.
The death of Jesus was such an example.
He redeemed the world with his death. Not from some fanciful hell earned by some mythical forebearer eating a literal fruit he was told not to — but from living in a world without the dream that all men are created equal, and share equal value, if not in the eyes of Man, at least in the eyes of Truth Itself.
But he also died.
His unwillingness to be either master or servant has so confused mankind that they chalked it up to his having been sui generis among those who walked the Earth.
This he was not. I know where he came from and I know where he went. What matters most to me right now is the latter matter. He went the way of all flesh. And far too young for his liking.
In doing so he gave life to later men, but at the cost of his own one-and-done existence, a deal I promise you he would not have accepted. The martyrs who followed him really thought that they were going to heaven. Jesus knew better.
The Christians are right about Jesus having been a sacrifice to the God of The Old Testament. That's exactly what he was.
Most Jews know better and have always known better than to risk a sacrificial death. From the “blessings” that Isaac gave his sons, to The Tale of The Mordechai Who Would Not Bow Jews have learned - the hard way - that those who can not be slaves must be willing to be masters, for that is the way of the world until the Final Master, a messiah, breaks all bonds and by absorbing all authority into his own hands will be able to dissolve it forever.
On that day, the prophet metaphorically describes the wolf lying with the lamb and, less metaphorically, each man reclining in independence under his own vine and fig tree with no one to fear.
But not before.
I have gone as far as I could shouting for brotherhood, it's time I accept the fact that if I can not be an employee I must be a boss.
As boss I can take apart the pyramid system of ever-decreasing levels of human freedom and happiness. Power taken from Musk will go to Bezos, from the Czar to Lenin, from Men to Women. The God named “Economy” demands it. Some must give orders and others must take them. But by challenging and then absorbing the normalized authorities, and thus by owning them, I can not only live freely myself, but slowly dismantle the entire project until I get to return to being nobody's master and nobody's slave.
For those who support my efforts, with even just a few dollars, the complete, amazing quote from HL Mencken is freely provided below the fold, with additional essential insights.
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The Bible is unquestionably the most beautiful book in the world.
Allow everything you please for the barbaric history in the Old Testament and the decadent Little Bethel theology in the New, and there remains a series of poems so overwhelmingly voluptuous and disarming that no other literature, old or new, can offer a match for it.
Nearly all of it comes from the Jews, and their making of it constitutes one of the most astounding phenomena in human history. For there is little in their character, as the modern world knows them, to suggest a talent for noble thinking. Even Renan, who was very friendly to them, once sneered at the esprit sémitique as sans étendue, sans diversité , and sans philosophic .
One might go still further. The Jews could be put down very plausibly as the most unpleasant race ever heard of. As commonly encountered, they lack many of the qualities that mark the civilized man: courage, dignity, incorruptibility, ease, confidence.
They have vanity without pride, voluptuousness without taste, and learning without wisdom. Their fortitude, such as it is, is wasted upon puerile objects, and their charity is mainly only a form of display.
Yet these same Jews, from time immemorial, have been the chief dreamers of the human race, and beyond all comparison its greatest poets. It was Jews who wrote the magnificent poems called the Psalms, the Song of Solomon, and the Books of Job and Ruth; it was Jews who set platitudes to deathless music in Proverbs; and it was Jews who gave us the Beatitudes, the Sermon on the Mount, the incomparable ballad of the Christ Child, and the twelfth chapter of Romans.
I incline to believe that the scene recounted in John VIII, 3–11, is the most poignant drama ever written in the world¹, as the Song of Solomon is unquestionably the most moving love song, and the Twenty-third Psalm the greatest of hymns. All these transcendent riches Christianity inherits from a little tribe of sedentary Bedouins, so obscure and unimportant that secular history scarcely knows them.
No heritage of modern man is richer and none has made a more brilliant mark upon human thought, not even the legacy of the Greeks.
¹ As I explain in my four-part kaffiyeh-wearing series here, Mencken and other confused goyim are wrong to have presumed this “most poignant drama” to have been a beautiful, but artificial, fiction. It is nearly certain to have occurred precisely as described.
Mencken's knowledge of Jews was, like most people's, of those he knew from his own, unsaved, world. And in that world these men stood out as odd in mannerism, accent, and morals and thus accrued a certain reputation.
Those Jews who were refined by their faith into exemplars were shouted down, trampled, starved, or crucified (usually with the aid or abandonment of their own kinsmen) long before they came within earshot of any gentile scholars, and were thus presumed by these gentlemen to have been imaginary.
This we have not been.