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SOMETHING rare happened last week: I turned to Richard Dawkins for a dose of reality.
When Dawkins writes on science he is clear, precise, almost lyrical; unfortunately when he turns to philosophy he sounds like a know-it-all fourth-former, and when he touches on theology you could get greater insight and depth from your congregation’s Sunday School.
However, Dawkins sometimes talks common sense. I turned to him after reading that an analysis by the Civitas think tank revealed that 52 local authorities in England have passed a motion to adopt a definition of Islamophobia rejected by the government because of free speech concerns. Thirty-four of these authorities are Labour-led, with nine having no overall control, five run by the Liberal Democrats and four Conservative-led.
In 2018 a cross-party group of MPs led by Anna Soubry, a former Tory minister, and Wes Streeting, a Labour backbencher, influenced by radical Muslim groups, issued a report stating that organisations should formally adopt a definition describing Islamophobia as ‘a type of racism that targets expressions of Muslimness or perceived Muslimness’. In 2019, the all-party parliamentary group accepted this definition.
The Government rejected it amid claims that it would limit free speech. Even liberal Muslims have rejected it as it would prevent criticism of radical Islam. Nevertheless, it has been adopted by the Labour Party, the Liberal Democrats, Plaid Cymru, the Mayor of London and all major political parties in Scotland.
The Civitas report was written by Hardeep Singh, deputy director of the Network of Sikh Organisations and assistant editor of the Sikh Messenger. He argued: ‘If we are not careful, we may soon find ourselves in the rather peculiar situation in this country where we can talk freely about the crusades but may choose to self-censor when it comes to the jihads. Council employees – like history teachers – should especially take note.’
In a YouTube video response to the report released on September 9, Dawkins goes right to the heart of the situation: ‘If your belief is indefensible, your ignominious last resort is to accuse your critics of “phobia”.’
Dawkins has consistently decried the existence of the word Islamophobia, describing it as ‘an otiose word which doesn’t deserve definition’. In the video he states that ‘Islamophobia is a deeply silly and pernicious abuse of language, and is not the only fashionable word ending in “phobia” that condemns itself as a last-resort substitute for rational discussion.’
It is not only the use of the word which offends Dawkins, it is also the hypocrisy of the left and left-leaning who are perfectly willing to entertain and welcome criticism and attacks on Christianity but call for the smelling salts if anyone criticises Islam.
He notes that while most of his attacks on religion have been against Christianity, the religion he knows best, he has never been accused of ‘Christophobia’ and yet he is ‘regularly berated for Islamophobia’.
Dawkins tells of how he had a radio broadcast in California about a totally unrelated subject cancelled ‘because of my reputation for Islamophobia’. He was cancelled ‘not by Muslims but by American so-called liberals’. The left are supportive of Islam and the LGBTQ+ community because they see them as oppressed minorities. They don’t appear to have a problem with the fact that one group utterly rejects the other and, given the right circumstances, are willing to stone them to death and throw them off rooftops.
‘I am not Islamophobic,’ declares Dawkins, and yet if we ‘temporarily redefine “phobic” not as irrational fear but as rational detestation, then I am phobic about the following . . .’ He proceeds to list practices such as stoning women accused of adultery, female genital mutilation, killing cartoonists, and the death penalty for apostasy.
Dawkins concludes: ‘What is especially galling is those Western “liberals” who think Islam is a race, and are so terrified of being thought racist, that they refrain from criticising the above horrors.’
Like Christianity, Islam is a proselytising religion which aims at the conversion of the whole of humanity. As such it inevitably enters a world in which its beliefs and practices will be challenged, sometimes robustly.
Muslims call Christians ‘cross-worshippers’ because we believe Jesus died on the cross whilst Muslims reject this core belief. Christians reject the idea that Muhammad is the last and greatest prophet. Muslims and Christians profoundly disagree on matters which each group sees as central to our understanding of God, the world in which we live, and ourselves.
Muslims and their supporters appear to wish to shut down debate on the grounds that criticism can be offensive to Islam. Christians welcome the interchange of ideas as we see this as an opportunity to spread the good news of Jesus Christ. This is not ‘phobic’, and any attempt to stifle criticism of Islam is deeply worrying.
The taunt of Islamophobia is used to silence any critique of any aspect of the entire Islamic world, including Islamic extremism. As well as the assault on free speech, the growing acceptance of this deeply flawed definition of Islamophobia heralds the backdoor introduction of a blasphemy law in the UK where all religions except one are open to criticism, as they should be, but there is one which must never be mentioned except in terms of acceptance and praise.
We should treat accusations of Islamophobia with the contempt they deserve as a form of cultural thuggery.
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this week's Whittle is Tim Dieppe, Head of Public Policy at Christian Concern and author of an upcoming publication on free speech & Islamophobia. Tim & Peter discuss "Islamophobia Revisited" (https://www.civitas.org.uk/publicatio... ), a new report by Civitas' Hardeep Singh.
Tim reveals the disturbing ways in which criticism of Islam is being silenced. All Parliamentary political parties except for the Conservative Party have adopted a broad and "problematic" definition of Islamophobia which links it with racism and makes any legitimate criticism of the religion "Islamophobic".
In Islamophobia Revisited, Hardeep Singh conducts a thorough investigation into how Islamophobia is defined by local authorities describing a ‘panoply’ of different approaches and definitions.
In response to a large-scale Freedom of Information exercise, Singh discovers that one in seven (15.6 per cent) local authorities in England have adopted a definition of ‘Islamophobia’ described by the government as ‘not fit for purpose’. Singh finds 22.7 per cent of Welsh local authorities and 25 per cent of Scottish local authorities have adopted this disputed definition.
The adoption of a disputed definition of Islamophobia has ‘taken on a life of its own’ according to Singh, who raises concerns over conflating race with religion and claims that ‘Islamophobia is a type of racism.’
Singh raises concerns over an officially recognised definition of Islamophobia, something he says ‘conflates race with religion’ across local authorities. Singh provides compelling evidence that not enough due diligence or scrutiny has been conducted by local authorities over their approach to defining Islamophobia as a form of racism, with concerns over free speech ‘largely dismissed.’
Singh claims the adoption of a disputed definition of Islamophobia prevents ‘an honest conversation about public policies relating to faith or religion, or basic historical truths’, and recommends that local councils do more to protect free speech and avoid critics of religion or religious practice being described as ‘racist’ and potential prosecution under hate speech laws.
You may read "Islamophobia Revisited" here: https://www.civitas.org.uk/publicatio...
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Welcome to the Other Side. Most human activity involves denial of reality, which like a vast negative void obstructs our view of life as a good thing. Our denials do not work and so the chasm is always with us, tormenting us with its certainty and our helplessness to do anything but deny it in the short term. Most people never cross the void.
Those who cross the abyss however reach the Other Side, where all that the yawning chasm does stands revealed as not only logical, but aimed toward producing an ultimately positive outcome. Death, defecation, race, class, injustice, murder and hangnails all have a purpose, but it is invisible from the near side of the abyss. Our human fear and individualism (egoism plus the ability to defeat it through symbols and socializing) obstructs us.
A man appears at your elbow, wearing a tan uniform. This is Charon in his day job role as a delivery driver. He waits in spectral silence for you to notice him, and hands you a small printed ticket without disturbing the air. It reads: CROSSING PASS (ABYSS), 1 ADULT OR CHILD. You look up to thank him — being a polite sort — and he is gone, having left behind a scent of oil and fire.
Now that you have been granted a day permit across the abyss, take a peek at what it is like to see the logic behind life itself. It does not resemble the human form at all, which tells you that the human form is only appearance without structure behind it. This means that you are now moving from illusion to something more like realism. Here, all that baffles ordinary humans will be made obvious.
With our minds liberated from the pretense of a human order, we can see humanity for what it is: half-monkeys with brains who want to justify their own actions. Most of them are unable to formulate a purpose of their own, and so they fall back on behaviors that satisfy the self, usually the ones that require license, such as lusts, desires, appetites and self-importance. These things make them feel immortal and as if they are living the best possible life, which is why the average American office is full of bragging about objects purchased, alcohol consumed and sex experienced.
As a consequence of this approach, they are equal parts self-placating and self-deprecating. They are aware on some level that their approach is less than optimal, and this leads to both self-hatred and envy plus resentment of those who have escaped this Human Condition of perpetual mediocrity. Very few can articulate this however and so they act impulsively, justify those acts as having positive intent, and then retreat behind the pretense that they were good all along.
This leads us to Ethnomasochism. A paler and more gifted population finds itself always drawn to the Other, especially the darkest and seemingly least gifted, as an alternative to itself. Its self-hatred makes it long for the greener grass on the other side, and the inability of the Other to deliver the dream makes it loathe the Other. This creates a society which insists upon the Other among it, and specializes in “gift-giving” to that Other so that the Other is dependent on it. That in turn makes both parties hate the other.
The human mind loves a torture toy, which requires that it have a justification for torturing that object. Every bad parent thinks that his misery comes from his children, and every abuser has to invent reason to “punish” his victim. This allows the psychology of the abusive individual to both portray itself as good, by inversion of its victimhood status, and also to continue abusing.
Every person secretly desires dehumanized objects to revenge themselves upon: infinite Indians without souls to shoot like in cowboy movies, Nazis who are pure evil to beat on like in Hollywood fantasies, alien invaders, zombies or deranged cultists to blow up en masse like on TV shows. We all want a victim that is also to blame so we can feel good about our lust for blood. Having the Other allows for this because that Other can then be used as a political tool for advancement of the individual and destruction of those above it.
European-descended people keep diversity around so that they can be victims and yet also have someone to be better than, which explains the pathological hatred of most white people for Africans, especially the kind that disguises itself behind a fanatical anti-racism.
He’s a fanatic. And the fanatic is always concealing a secret doubt. – George Smiley on Karla, Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy (2011)
Even your most SJW hipster will at times make fun of black culture as one might ridicule the notions of a child, both obsessed by its Otherness and delighted to savagely mock it. Their anti-racism serves as a shield, but these people are often the most virulent racists imaginable in their inner thoughts, enjoying the ability to manipulate black people as public “friends” while still treating them like disabled, incapable people. This is the psychology of the ethnomasochist.
For them, the presence of the Other affirms their own importance and position above it. Naturally this appeals only to those who doubt their own worth, status and power. They have found another way of having power: keep around someone who will always be lower than them, as a reminder of their own superiority, while using their ostentatious “kindness” to that group as proof of their superiority to those who need no such crutch. Their tolerance masks a sneering, defensive pretense of higher status.
This is the reason that every liberal power seizure, starting with the French Revolution, has insisted on what was once called “internationalism” but is now disguised as multiculturalism and diversity. They demand equality of all the workers of the world, regardless of origin, so they may always have the Other among them. And secretly, in jokes and laughter at behavior of that Other, they affirm their own nasty sense of self-worth relative to the Other.
White people cannot get rid of diversity despite its ongoing 200 years of failure because their ideology requires they maintain it, and the root of their ideology is in those who feel naturally inferior (and are usually right) and are tormented by that fact. Like third world refugees, they refuse to do the obvious — work on raising their own status, starting with self-discipline and higher proficiency at something — and instead target those who have already risen. This is the tendency of entropy in humanity to drag down its best for the mental comfort of the Rest.
The same is true of white liberal loathing for rednecks and “white trash,” which also gives them someone to feel superior to, and in their minds hides their own similar behaviors from criticism. But it is all for naught, as with most illusion, because their fantasies when acted out through politics produce the third-world conditions that their mentality deserves, which in turn makes the superior stand out further. And so the quest for revenge goes on, until the society pulls itself apart and only a low IQ, mixed-race, disorganized and criminal third-world ruin remains.
‘More than anything else, these years just past have been about keeping us apart… driving division. Everywhere people meet was closed. People were frightened into their homes. Now the online world they chased us into turns out to be something else they feel they need to shut down. They didn’t see that one coming, those stupid, clever people.’
- Neil oliver
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I think of myself more as a late Gen-X kid, rather than a millennial, because that’s the movies and music I liked, but regardless, I’m an 80s kid. We’re the Nostalgia Generation. I had a Zoomer on Telegram ask me why—given the utter destruction that the digital revolution brought on society—we didn’t see it coming. The simplest answer I can give to that is that our lives were simply too exciting to realize that everything was being destroyed around us. We were being entertained to death.
“Here we are now, entertain us!”
-Famous suicide (probably not) victim
If you weren’t a kid in the 80s and 90s, you can’t imagine how optimistic those decades were. I grew up watching Top Gun, Firebirds, and Iron Eagle (That last one is still the best of the three.) I wanted to be a fighter pilot more than anything. All of my friends had Big Dreams, too. Life was awesome. You could turn on the TV, and sure, there was the news, but man, look at all the cool new things that are coming out! Super Soakers. Roller Blades. A Super (!) Nintendo. The cassette tape Walkman was still going strong, but if you had some extra cash you could get a CD Walkman, and if you really had some extra cash, one with anti-skip protection! And since I had a paper route in high school, it meant that I could buy a Nintendo 64 and a TV from a garage sale.
Paper routes for high-school kids don’t even exist anymore. I miss my childhood. I miss the optimism. I miss the entertainment and the lack of cynicism. I mean sure, the food was full of seed oils, the drinks were full of corn syrup, the TV was screwing up my capacity for healthy dopamine regulation, etc, etc, but at least there was a sense of optimism in the world.
I’ve been entertained my whole life. My family was given a hand-me-down Atari 2600 when I was like five or six years old. The family that gave it to us had just gotten a Nintendo. We got that Nintendo a few years later, when the Super (!) Nintendo came out. I was hooked instantly. The N64 from my paper route turned into an Xbox from working at McDonald’s (or something). Jack in the Box bought me an Xbox 360. During that time, came the greatest invention of all time for the chronically-entertained: the Internet. Which was everything I could have wanted at the time. It was a library to learn from (even before Wikipedia, youngster!), a place to hang out (message boards FTW!), and a game to play (Smaug-codebase MUDs still hold a dear place in my heart).
“I’m a twenty-first century digital boy. I don’t know how to live, but I’ve got a lot of toys.”
-Famous anti-establishment band that signed a contract with the Establishment in order to make a lot of money.
As the entertainment got more and more exciting, so did the darkness that began to smother me. I was the kid who used his wooden play swords to swat wasps, which is fun, but not a game that most people think is fun, so I was the “weird” kid. The Internet introduced me to porn, ironically through a school research project on the book The Scarlet Letter. Dad was dead, of cancer at the age of 32. I struggled in school because (they told me at the time) I was ADHD. I don’t even really know if that’s a real thing, even though I’m still being told that I’m ADHD. Did you know that being on the younger end of a public school class’s age range makes a kid more likely to be diagnosed with ADHD? Nobody told me that, they just said “Oh, but he’s so smart, why doesn’t he apply himself? There must be something wrong with him!”
Being the youngest kid in your high school graduating class by over a year is not a recipe for success. It’s a recipe for depression because you’re going to be, by simple developmental milestones, a hell of a lot different than your would-be peers. It’s weird to hang with your buddies because they’re all older than you, and if you try out for sports like I did, you’re a lot smaller. And those strange and beautiful creatures known as girls, who develop faster than boys anyways, were simply impossible to talk to, and God knows I tried talking to the ones I knew. I was trying to figure out life without anyone to guide me, without having anyone remotely “like me” to identify with.
On came the pills. Ritalin because it’s natural for an 11-year-old boy to need a STIMULANT. “That didn’t work? A boy flooded with testosterone is angry and sometimes depressed? Oh, he’s probably not ADHD, he’s probably Bipolar. Here’s even more meds. Prozac. Zyprexa. Wellbutrin. Zoloft. One’s not enough? Try two at once. Up the dosage! We have to make this near-genius child sit still and pay attention and be happy! No, it’s not a legitimate statement that he’s just bored, his English teacher’s a professional and there’s so much content in To Kill A Mockingbird that of course it takes a month to discuss in class!”
So I’ve also never particularly enjoyed being alive, or maybe I’m just bad at it. Not since I was four, when Dad died. I mean, yeah, I’ve been entertained, but I’ve struggled with “mental illness” since I was ten—probably unrelated to when I was thrown into the shithole known as public schooling. As I got older, ADHD and depression made it largely impossible to function. I graduated high school with a 2.7 GPA, and a college-plus reading level, and proceeded to work entry-level jobs for a decade. A night owl by nature, I preferred the graveyard shift.
Graveyard shift + video games + porn + the interbutts + Mountain Dew + Big Pharma = (I got distracted whilst writing this and went down a rabbit hole trying to figure out whether or not there’s a connection between “Subject 117” from the sci-fi show First Wave and “Spartan 117” from Halo. Did you know the planet from Pitch Black was numbered M6-117?)
“The Industrial Revolution and it’s consequences have been a disaster for the human race.”
-Famous professor
I have an attention span that rivals my toddler’s. But this isn’t about Tedposting like the internet is actually SRS BSNS. This is about what happened when the optimism of the 80s Kids crashed into the GWOT. It’s about arrogance, self-medication, and having no idea what the hell is going on while we’re trying to fix ourselves.
My best friend while I was in Boy Scouts was a kid who, with help from another friend, I pressured into giving us his lighter so we could try to start a campfire. In southern Idaho. In July. In defiance of literally every possible best practice regarding the concept of “not starting wildfires.” He and I, somehow, became good friends. (That “another friend” later killed himself.) My buddy was the last of my friends and family to have his intact parental structure fall apart. So we played video games and occasionally watched movies, because that’s just what we did for 10 years. We drifted apart when he joined the Army and got his life together
I’m so smart that I’ve tried college four different times, and never made it past “Freshman.” The last attempt ended with a stay in a psychiatric ward and a school evacuation. Don’t ask, because I’m not going to tell the story anyway. But please, let me continue writing about how my friend became a Daily Show Liberal, and I’m an enlightened Dark Enlightenment guy who appreciates ISAIF. The important part is that I sound better than the people that I’ve desperately wanted to be more like, just because they’re probably happy normies now, while I’m still a brooding schizoposter.
I recently saw a girl that I went to high school with at a concert. I mean, I think I knew the girl, she sure looked familiar. The girl danced with her man, while the rock band on stage sang about being mentally unstable and cheating on girlfriends. She was happy, while I waxed nostalgic at a show that was delayed over 3 years for COVID-19. My sister was there, I’d bought her a ticket. In the interim, her husband was killed in training with the National Guard. But back to the girl, she was happy while I was depressed. She was enjoying a concert with her husband/boyfriend, while I cannot manage to get along with my wife. I spent the whole concert depressed, and wishing for a better life, instead of appreciating what God has given me. I couldn’t even enjoy songs that I’d known all the words to for 20 years.
But look, my depression is actually enlightenment, it’s an insight into the darkness of our times. It’s not my fault that I’m a loser, it’s Big Pharma. It’s my Dad’s fault for dying. It’s my mom’s fault for putting me into public school. It’s that girl’s fault for not dating me in 10th grade. It’s my boss’s fault for firing me. I’m special! I didn’t deserve this!
“Cynicism is intellectual cowardice”
-Famous punk rock star
Look, even if being this thing that I am is objectively better than being an NPC, I still don’t have a legitimate reason for the arrogance I have. I’m not “special”, I’m just a weird anomaly in a poisoned generation. Yes, I probably am in the 98th percentile IQ, but I’m also a poster child for self-perpetuating damage. F@#$, man, I’m 40 years old. I still get mad and mope about when my feelings are hurt, instead of acting like an adult. I’m exactly 50% of the reason my marriage has sucked for almost 5 years. OK, maybe 75%….
“…but I don’t have the right to look down on anyone because I wallow in my own temptations just the same way they are.”
I think I write about repentance a lot because a lot of my life has been spent looking at myself and hating what I’ve seen, so it’s easy for me to talk about turning to God to change myself. (Talk about, mind you, because I don’t do much to actually change.) I honestly hope that a sense of self-loathing never goes away, no matter how old I get. Arrogance, I pray that God helps me with that. I certainly don’t warrant it, and I don’t need it. The older I get, yeah, I think my life has turned out objectively not-shitty, but I’m so focused on the wrong things that I hate it even if it’s good. I live backward, focused on what was and what could have been, rather than what is. I feel like I’m constantly looking to be entertained, not that video games are even “fun” anymore, just because I can’t really stand to be alone with myself.
“All your excuses are lies”
-Famous roadie for the aforementioned famous punk rock star.
The thing is, growing up as part of a poisoned generation can either lead you to be an arrogant piece of shit like me, or it can kill your soul without you even knowing it, or it can drive you to struggle towards repentance…like me. The line between where I live and complete nihilistic despair gets fuzzy. So I can wallow in despair, blaming everyone else for my own focus on the worst parts of my life, or I can stop making excuses and focus on the good things. Normally I think of myself as a positive person, and indeed focusing on something idealistically positive is how I’ve avoided suicide.
“Keep your mind in hell and despair not.”
-Famous saintly robed dude
It’s one thing to be entertained to death. I suppose there’s a certain level of innocence in people who watch professional fishing on TV because that’s their preferred way of spending a Saturday and they don’t realize that to others they seem to be dying in that recliner. I’d rather eat a car battery, but I don’t really think I have the right to look down on them. God, it’s tempting, but I don’t have the right to look down on anyone because I wallow in my own temptations just the same way they are. It’s not like I’m some superior creation, I’m just an anomaly, a person who’s unable to stay entertained. I think I’m safe quoting an earlier famous holy-robed dude, and just calling myself the “chief of sinners.” I’m aware of the poison, they’re not, and I keep guzzling it. Now who’s the dumbass?
I’m really tired of being damaged. I’m tired of having a poisoned childhood that I can’t seem to grow up from. I’m tired of being angry. I’m tired of having appalling physical fitness, I’m tired of having an unrewarding marriage (who decided what’s rewarding, anyway? I did.) And the more I stay in the cycle of damage-despair-damage-despair, the less chance I ever have of truly being grateful for the life I’ve been given. A wife. Kids. A homestead. Even my dog. Do I even appreciate my dog anymore? Or am I so focused on the poisoned parts of my life that I ignore just how awesome my dog is? Look, man, schizoposting is just that: Schizo.
It’s time for us to get healthy. Not just physically, not just in terms of a healthy society, and not even in terms of mental health.
It’s time for us to get spiritually healthy.
We need to leave our poisoned childhoods behind. You, and I most of all, need to turn away from a poisoned world and turn toward the Creator that can heal us all. Two-thirds of Christ’s miracles were just Him healing people. That’s a hell of a focus on healing people’s bodies, from which it could be reasonably inferred that Christ wants us to be healthy. Part of almost all of Christ’s miracles was an admonition to stop sinning.
“The question is now how much exercise do we need, but how little do we require?”
-Famous muscular dude
So, let’s get practical. The only way to effectively stop poisoning yourself whilst living in a poisoned world is to do so one small step at a time. It’s not even a question of “Well, just don’t drink the poison”, because that’s overwhelming. Even as I write this, there are things I can’t answer about how to avoid everything, and the answer is probably terrifyingly huge and seems insurmountable. The aforementioned famous muscular dude would tell people that doing anything more than the minimum amount of lifting required to force the body to achieve muscle growth was a waste.
So what’s the absolute minimum we can do that will still achieve actual results? One. Just doing one thing differently once is a change. Nothing huge or major, but it’s a change. You might end up measuring your turn radius in miles, but what if you just have one less beer? One less can of corn syrup? What if you just spent one minute less watching porn, or had one less cigarette? What if you said one less bad word in front of your kids? Did one pushup? Saved one dollar? Did cardio for just one minute? Asked God to help you repent just once?
The important thing is that once we recognize the world as poison, we have to do SOMETHING about it, and it’s not “Go out and change the world.” The world’s too big, too evil, and it’ll just grind us up before we get anything done. No, the thing we have to change is our relationship with the world. The World is not our friend, it’s a poisoned and poisonous place. In essence, the World is our enemy. Enemies, once recognized, are not invited into our homes. Enemies, once recognized, are not placed in charge of teaching our kids. We certainly don’t let them tell us what’s true and what’s false. And if we’ve made these mistakes before we recognized the world as our enemy, then that’s fine, but we certainly can’t afford to keep doing the same things.
There’s not a person alive who would let a stranger punch them in the face and just keep walking. Everyone on the planet is going to reassess their situation after getting punched. They might not fight back, but it’s a world-changing event to get punched in the face. Well, this world punched me as a kid, and it hasn’t let up in 40 years. It hasn’t stopped punching you, either.
So stop what you’re doing. Reassess your relationship with the world. Do something, anything, to change one thing by one measure to address the fact that the world’s your enemy.
And for the sake of all that you could be, spit out the poison as fast as you can.
J. Pilgrim is a, mostly, internet anon and actual Homesteader, carving out a future for his family in the woods.
