I’m becoming more and more fascinated with the characters of
the late-19
th/early 20
th centuries, individuals such as
Winston Churchill, Thomas Edison, Einstein, Andrew and Dale Carnegie, Napoleon
Hill, and Theodore Roosevelt. Although
it may just come from the perch of hindsight, it seems like there really were
more great heroes at that time than there are now, unless you’re inclined to
idolize the likes of Beiber, Pitt, or Lebron James that is.
I believe the reasons for this are twofold: First, industry
was exploding. Unfettered Capitalism
unleashed atomic levels of potential energy within industry. In a matter of fifty some-odd years, the West
was transformed from a mostly rural, simple, village-like complex into an
electrically-powered metropolis where the sky really was the limit. For the first time ever, both the economic
and epistemological conditions conspired together to create an
innovator-friendly climate, as there was great economic incentive to produce as
well as a vast but reachable sea of knowledge waiting for grabs. To illustrate the latter notion, look at the
modern physics community; despite the best and brightest minds laboring for
decades, no significant physical theory has been developed with any predictive
power since the seventies, with part of the reason being that the remaining
knowledge is simply too complex for the human intellect to grasp .
Second, times were tough. With two world wars, a Great
Depression (along with many lesser recessions), widespread plague, and revolutions
churning left and right, the world was an interesting mess. But with great challenges come great men to
meet them. Primal cues, the
environmental pressures that threaten our well-being and sometimes our very
survival, provoke extreme reactions, ranging from suicide to the highest levels
of triumph.
This is why I’m relatively optimistic about the future, not
because I believe things are going to be just fine, but because of Man’s
ability to overcome the adverse. It is
almost axiomatic in this sphere of thought that the world is in for tumultuous
times. The economy isn’t getting better
any time soon. Feminism is still
castrating the drive of men. American
industry is evaporating, leaving blue-collared workers unemployed. Racial tensions are intensifying. Technology, even with all its miracle-working
powers, is stabbing its double-edged sword into the souls of people. And
the current Ruling Class, in what seems to so reliably befit its character, is
blindsided by the debacles created by them and their parents before them. Much of this is out of our control, for not
even the most dedicated central planner can align circumstances entirely to his
will.
When the Jews were bused into the concentration camps en masse, they were stripped of all
their possessions; their clothes, books, furniture, reputation, property,
status, and everything they had worked for were expropriated by their Nazi
oppressors. They were reduced to their
primitive, naked existence.
There was one thing, however, that the Nazi’s could never
take away from them, and that was their reaction to their plight. Philosophers from Jesus Christ and Marcus Aurelius
to James Allen and Napoleon Hill have harped about the boundless powers of the
mind. Our thought life is everything. Rudyard Kipling says it best in poetic
fashion:
If you can keep your
head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating….
If you can dream---and
not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If neither foes nor
loving friends can hurt you…
If you can fill the
unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!
The Powers that Be may screw us over to no end. They may corrupt our cities and our tribes .They
may take everything we have. The proles may
continue pull us down into their narcotized bliss. But the one thing that will
thwart all their efforts to enslave us is the same thing that gives us inherent
power as human beings: the power to choose our thoughts and reactions through
self-control. This is the most pure and noble form of power there is. The ruler who reigns above his subjects with
an iron fist but possesses no power over his flesh is the juiciest and most
ironic exemplar of impotence ever endured.
There is a story about a preacher working on an idea for a
sermon. It was a rainy day, and his wife had gone shopping, so his little boy
Johnny, restless toddler that he was, was anxious for something to do. He begged his father so the preacher finally
thumbed through a magazine to find something for his boy when he came across a
map of the world. He then scattered it
on the ground after ripping it to pieces. “ There” he said to Johnny, “if you
can put the pieces back together, I will give you a quarter,” thinking that
handing down this tedious task will give enough time to work on his
sermon. But within a mere ten minutes
Johnny knocked on his door with the puzzle finished. “Son, how’d you put it together so quickly?”
the preacher flashed back. “Oh, it was
easy. On the other side was a picture of a man. I just put a piece of paper on
the bottom, put the picture of the man together, and flipped it over. I figured that if I got the man right, the
world would be right.” His father smiled and handed him a quarter. “And you, my son, have given me my sermon
idea for tomorrow: If a man is right, his
world will be right.
There is much to recommend to this idea. The future will be marked by great hardship,
that much is a given, but we don’t have to see it that way. Even though poor prospects are customarily
met with dread, it would behoove us to take after the triumphant man, who sees
the future not as something to be dreaded but as a world teeming with
opportunities. Our mental attitude is everything. That is what dictates the destinies of
men. The individual with a negative
mental attitude will rail at the world about the injustices he suffers,
pointing the finger at others as the source of all his problems. He
will surrender his power to the world by letting it corrupt his thought life; if
he finds himself to be a victim, it is only because he has allowed himself to
be victimized. On the other hand, the
individual with a positive mental attitude, when he witnesses injustice and calamity
and strife, will acknowledge their existence but nonetheless harbor pure
thoughts. He will overlook the negatives because he is too busy working with
the positives, however scarce they may be.
His reaction won’t be marked by
depression, indignation, or hollow rage, but by inspirational dissatisfaction. Hard
circumstances will only push him to work harder. It is circumstances like these that sow the
seeds for great men.
It is all of a piece then; self-improvement and pessimistic
politics go hand-in-hand. Whether one
endeavors to transform the system for the better or simply wishes to shield
himself from the radiation, the first thing a man changes is himself.
The steveo/manophere’s fascination
with improving one’s social standing (game) and health (Paleo diet) is but a consequence
of their Jeremiahian outlook (although they would do well to put more emphasize on self-control. I guess the hedonism gets in the way of that.)
The solution to our problems is a profoundly personal
one. And it is something we can all
do. Instead of seeing it as a hellhole
for us to fall in, see it as an opportunity to grow, lead, and shine. It’s the same old choice: the Dr. Pepper or
the six-pack.
Let us not give up hope for the future. Instead let us build fortresses in preparation. And thank God we did because we were ready when the storm came.
Game and Christianity are held to be at odds for three reasons.
1. Individual interpretation. While Christianity is a fairly straightforward set of "I believe" principles made explicit in the Nicene Creed, game is largely an empty vessel into which enlightened chumps pour their frustrations. So you get citations of Roissy's Poon Commandments for lack of a formal dogma, and they are set against uneducated assertions of what constitutes proper Christianity (a confusion resident in that insipid neologism "Churchianity," another all-things-to-all-people term).
As a result, you will see monomaniacs like GBFM on Dalrock's site preaching sophistry about how his understanding of game is irreconcilable with his understanding of the church.
2. The proper use of power. Game narrowly understood as evolutionary psychology deployed for the purposes of promiscuity has the greatest currency on the internet. Of course it does; "game" (what used to be known as savoir-faire, aplomb, suavity, confidence, mastery, sangfroid) and the "alpha" attitude (what used to be known as manliness, leadership, and thumos) was first put into practice against modern feminism by pick-up artists, motivated by pussy. This is how revolutions in ideas proceed. They begin in dark corridors motivated by low passions, because it is the potential satiety of those passions which give them the courage to be transgressive against the prevailing regime. But eventually the ideas are refined when the initial courage reaches enough of critical mass for it to be expressed openly, more generally, and without fear of reprisal. For a while euphemism and "dark arts" and samizdat are essential.
But, as in all matters, the Christian is suspicious of the use of power, though not allergic to it. Game is the first hint of a new, paradigm-shifting power, distinguished by its application to picking up drunk coeds. Since its modern rediscovery is rooted in the pussy pursuit, the cunt hunt is regarded as central to the creed. The Christian is enjoined not to sin, but he is not prohibited from wielding power. So the Christian will have disagreements about the ends to which game power should be applied, particularly since the undisciplined endless tail-chase of better orgasms is unworthy of an incipient power with the capacity to fell the cultural tyranny of our age, feminism.
This Christian approach leads to disagreement and confusion about whether the power of game is at odds with Christianity itself. But there is no contradiction between Christians wielding game for righteous purposes any more than there is between Christians wielding firearms in a just cause. That said, ignoramuses on both sides will insist on an eternal incompatibility.