[A question from the audience, below my video with "Megaculturalism" in the title:] Why would you call this right-wing though? Neither cosmopolitanism nor having intellectual standards sounds right-wing to me.
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I'm so right wing that I don't have sex with people just so they'll be friends with me, and I'm not friends with people just in order to have sex.
The refusal to wallow in egalitarianism is right wing: the refusal to take pride in being the same as everyone else —or in being oppressed like everyone else— positively puts you on the same side of the Revolution as the Sons of Jehu.
Overtly elitist, intellectual cosmopolitanism is indeed right wing: if you don't know this you haven't met ten left wing people yet.
The entire philosophy of Joel Teitelbaum can be encapsulated with the phrase, "Everything modern is bad" —chadash asur min ha-Torah, etc. —cf. the denotation and connotation of boko haram.
The video is less than four minutes long: I would rather not "spoil it" with a synopsis.
But please allow me to add the commentarial statement: IT IS DIFFICULT TO BELIEVE THAT THIS IS NEITHER PARODY NOR SELF-PARODY… BUT THE MESSAGE BEING CONVEYED HERE IS GIVEN (AND INTENDED TO BE RECEIVED) IN EARNEST, AS IF IT WERE USEFUL ADVICE IN THE 21ST CENTURY.
One of my fans (who is, like myself, genetically Jewish, but a devout atheist) recently suggested that I join one of the local Jewish groups, given that I'm surrounded by cocaine addicts. I really do not think I'd be accepted at the same coffee table as the average member of Chabad —nor even an extraordinarily lenient member of Chabad, quite frankly.
I'm optimistic about the future of the right wing. How can anyone be optimistic about the right wing? That is the question: how not why. #vegan #vegans #veganism
Quite a lot of material on the "next steps" in the philosophy of education in this one, too, I note… the nihilist philosophy of education or otherwise… something that might not easily be guessed from the title.
[Torn from the comment section below my most recent video. In this case, you are seeing my reply without wasting any time in reading the comment I was replying to.]
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You're "reading" this video as if it were a pamphlet for a political party that doesn't exist: you're interpreting what I'm doing at too low an intellectual level, as if the transcript were iterating and reiterating one simple meaning to you, directly. It isn't.
Everything I do is esoteric: my book, Blood in the Snow, is neither about blood nor snow. The real meaning of this video is not expressed directly.
And —nevertheless— I can say, sincerely, that the A.I. summary of this video (generated by Youtube's star-shaped "Ask" function) comes closer to a correct understanding of the text than you do.
I don't feel any emotional need to be easily understood, and I am not upset by being misunderstood: I do not know to what extent members of my audience are upset by misunderstanding me —or by discovering, in retrospect, what they've misunderstood, and its implications for their own motivation and character. Just one of my viewers ended up in a prison outside of Luhansk because he misunderstood what I had to say about democracy, the war in Ukraine, and, I suppose, the meaning of life. Just one that I know of.
Just seeing and hearingShadow of the Beast inspired many people to change their lives for the ensuing decade.
This is a game I now own, on cartridge, but I never played it in my youth, and I have still never played it now, aside from checking to ensure that the cartridge was working when it arrived.
There is a difference here, between the generations, worth pointing out in brief.
I do not mean to ridicule her, but I recently saw the dating app profile of a rather obese woman shown holding a newborn baby in her arms —thus, we must naïvely assume she is a single mother, if we do not cynically assume she's married but looking for a supplemental relationship. She described herself as a massive fan of Skyrim and Baldur's Gate 3 —presumably because the kind of man she'd find attractive would (she imagines) find this confession attractive, also. To play Baldur's Gate 3 is an enterprise that consumes at least 100 hours. The estimate for Skyrim is approximately 350 hours. People who are "massive fans" of the genre may well spend more time than this.
The aesthetic effect that Shadow of the Beast had on so many members of my generation transpired in the blink of an eye: it was a game that almost nobody played for more than one hour —but an extremely motivated person could compel themselves to play it for three hours (per incarnation) at most. I can honestly say that unless my assessment of Buddhist philosophy proves false and I really am reincarnated as an entirely different person, there's no chance I'll be tempted to play it for 30 minutes inside this earthly prison of too perfect flesh or any other.
Inspiration burns so brightly, and for such a brief moment, while idiocy, smoldering dimly, can occupy a hundred hours or more.
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you: the life-altering effects of Shadow of the Beast.
Nobody wants to blame marijuana, nobody wants to blame psychiatric medication… everyone wants to blame the internet… but, to be fair, this video is more sincere and more well-intentioned than 99 percent of what you're going to hear from the mainstream media.
Is it really any surprise that people who start smoking marijuana at age 16 (or —gasp— even earlier) put shockingly little effort into developing "face to face relationships"? Is it really any surprise that drug addicts put shockingly little effort into preparing for the duties and drudgeries of marriage? It is a surprise, because so many of us wanted to pretend that we could grow up as drug addicts and incongruously end up developing all the same qualities of character that can only result from sweat-drenched stridency and sandpaper-dry sobriety.
And you do realize that neither strident nor sober has positive connotations in our language, leaving aside entirely the connotations of sweat and sandpaper: in the process of invigilating the translation of my book (Blood in the Snow) into so many different languages, I discovered that this problem crosses quite a few borders (and this was an especially baffling problem in the Hebrew translation —i.e., one that still remains unpublished and incomplete). Vae victis and in vino veritas: misconceptions about happiness and how to attain it are implicitly expressed, like a barely audible drumbeat, a thousand times a day in the languages we use to think and speak.
People are either sincerely or insincerely surprised, now, because they have some personal history of pretending that this wouldn't be a problem, either for themselves or others —possibly for their own children —possibly for their own parents. People perceive me as unusually mentally sharp (and they say this to my face), people perceive me as having an unusually high sex drive (and they say this to my face), and people perceive me as unusually highly motivated to create and maintain friendships —but perhaps all of this is just the shadow cast by sobriety itself. The vast majority of people who surround me have developed through each and every stage of their lives with a serious drug dependency —even if all the drugs involved were legal— and they neither know how to socialize without it, nor even how to to live alone.
