Thursday, December 18, 2014

The laws of physics

Much easier to remember in cartoon form:

A simple test

Back in the day when the Didact was a teenage atheist- my, how original, a know-it-all teenager who thought he knew all there is to know about Life, the Universe, and Everything!- and was in a non-denominational private boys' grammar school, every Friday afternoon the entire school would have an assembly in the main theatre.

All of us carried around this little black calendar book which, among other things, contained a number of Christian hymns. At those assemblies, we would be asked by the Headmaster to sing one of the hymns in the book.

Now, you can imagine how annoying this would be for an avowed atheist who, like most clueless mid-wit atheists at that stage of intellectual development, regarded Christianity with open hostility, if not outright hatred. It pissed me off beyond measure that I had to stand there, with like 700 other boys and teachers, and sing some stupid songs made by stupid men about a stupid "god" that didn't exist.

(In my defence, I was a lot younger and dumber back then. It's not a very good defence, admittedly, but it's really all I've got. Youthful indiscretions, and all that sort of thing.)

Despite my deeply entrenched dislike of organised religion, however, there was one thing I simply couldn't get around: there was this one hymn that I actually rather liked.

This is it, down below: "For All the Saints", by Vaughan Williams.

And listening to it means taking a very simple test.

If you can listen to this and find nothing worthy about it, nothing of beauty and grace and goodness, nothing of God's divine majesty in it, then you're very much an atheist, and the rest of us don't have a hope in the Devil's Imperial Hell* of saving you.

If, however, like that teenaged version of me, you can find something to enjoy and appreciate about this, then there is hope for you yet. Hey, I managed to figure it out, eventually. And my word, does this sound good now:

Jesu Domine, Rex et Redemptor
Per Sanguinem Tuum Salva Nos

*Hey Carey, get with the times and go metric already!

Reaxxion article

Hey, it's the truth
I wrote an article last weekend about female sexuality in video games. Since it seemed germane to the sort of thing that is dealt with over at, I sent it over to their editors to see if they would like to publish it.

You can see that version of the same article here. It is mostly identical in content, though certain edits have been made, and one or two of the images has been changed.

Many thanks to Roosh and the editors over at for publishing this, and for extending an invitation to me to send further material for consideration. It will be my goal to submit roughly one gaming-related article per week to the same site; most of these will be game reviews, some will be opinion pieces, depending on just how irritating the SJW Morlocks of the world are being at any given time.

I also would like to take a moment to say that, regardless of where my writing takes me, it is an honour and a privilege to be published alongside the same men who are fighting the good fight, standing up for real games and real gamers, and working to push back the tide of filth and stupidity that the gatekeepers of gaming media are trying to drown us in these days.

Help us continue that fight. Read. Comment. Write. Spread the good word. Give people like Vox, and Roosh, and Matt Forney, and all of the other columnists at Reaxxion- and way, way, waaaaaaaaay down the line, a hack like me- the support we need to win this war.

We will win, in the end- but it will be a long and difficult road to travel before we do. Walk it with us, into the brighter days ahead.

NOBODY likes the French

Not even soldiers fighting in the squalor and horror of the trenches of WWI- on opposite sides:
The Christmas Truce of 1914 was a brief moment of humanity amid the horrors of the First World War. 
But when Tommies and German troops emerged from the trenches to shake hands and swap gifts in no man’s land, the festive goodwill clearly did not extend to the French, a newly discovered letter reveals. 
Lance Corporal William Loasby tells how a shared contempt for Britain’s Gallic ally in the Great War helped the opposing sides briefly find common ground when they met, with one German officer even remarking: ‘Ten Frenchman don’t make an Englishman.’ 
In his letter to his mother, Lance Corporal Loasby, 25, of the 2nd Northamptonshire Regiment, tells how he and a comrade met two Germans between their trenches, which were just 40 yards apart. 
One of the Germans was an officer who shook hands, then asked in English: ‘Are you all English in front there, and no French?’ 
Lance Corporal Loasby wrote: ‘I answered, “All English, no French”. He replied, “I thought so”. Then he said, “Ten Frenchman don’t make an Englishman”. I thought, “Compliments”. 
‘He weighed me up and down. Gave me six cigars, some chocolate, shook hands again and turned about, went back to his trench.’ 
The letter is expected to fetch up to £20,000 when it is sold at auction in March. Lance Corporal Loasby describes the Christmas event as ‘a remarkable experience… unbelievable I should say, had it happened to anyone else’. 
But in the letter, dated December 27, 1914, he adds: ‘We are at each others’ throats again now.’ The letter was discovered by a collector who bought it unwittingly in a house clearance sale, historical documents expert Richard Westwood Brookes of auctioneers Mullock’s said yesterday. 
Lance Corporal Loasby tells how his meeting with the officer came after an earlier encounter with another German in no man’s land on Christmas Eve. He asked if the British would stop firing on Christmas Day and Boxing Day so the Germans could bury their dead.
This sort of reminds me of an old joke about French tanks:

Q: How many gears does a French tank have? (Note: this applies equally well to Italians.)

A: Ten. One forward and nine reverse.

OK, enough with the Frenchist jokes. The fact remains that once upon a time, the French had the most feared and fearsome military in the known world. They were a great people, a powerful empire, a good ally and a dangerous enemy.

Indeed, for all that I have a great fondness for Americans, I find them curiously reluctant to face up to the undeniable fact that they owe the existence of their country to the Frogs.

When General Cornwallis surrendered at Yorktown, he did so not because he was cornered by American regulars under Washington- he did so because the French had cut off his escape to the Atlantic by blockading the harbour. According to at least one interpretation that I've seen of the events of 19th October, 1781, Lord Cornwallis sent his subordinate, General O'Hara, to surrender his sword to Washington because he didn't much respect the man's military skills.

So the question remains: what the hell happened to the French?

That is a rather knotty question, which I'm not qualified to answer. I can only say this: I've never come across a more disagreeable people, a more stupid government, or a more irritatingly out-of-date national self-image than I have with the French.

Which is why, if I have anything to say about it, I'll never go back to France again. And I have no doubt that the French themselves will have no problems whatsoever with this arrangement.

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

True courage

A young woman in China was apparently living the dream. She had a good career as a TV presenter, she'd gotten married, she was in the prime of her youth and beauty- and she and her husband had conceived.

Then she found out that she had late-stage cancer.

She had a choice to make: get chemotherapy, and lose her child; or save her child, and risk her own life.

A Chinese television presenter who refused chemotherapy treatment after discovering she had cancer when she was pregnant has died. 
Qiu Yuanyuan, 26, of Zhengzhou, Henan, who had declined treatment while pregnant to avoid it harming her unborn baby, died exactly 100 days after giving birth to her son, Niannian. 
The former chess game show host learned she was pregnant in March - but the results of a physical exam found she had a late-stage malignant tumour, according to reports in China. 
She decided to stop her treatment to protect her baby, but the cancer then spread around her body – and she was admitted to hospital in September when her conditioned worsened. 
There, she gave birth by Caesarean section in September to Niannian, who had only been in her womb for seven months and weighed about 3lbs upon his arrival. 
The mother then had an operation to remove the tumour and 20 days of chemotherapy - but it was too late to save her and she died last week, reported the South China Morning Post
Her husband Zhang Qixuan told the Zhengzhou Evening News: ‘After getting married, becoming a mother was her biggest wish. She chose to save our child. She understood that not everything in life can be perfect. And she said she had never regretted her decision.’ 
The mother’s death came last Wednesday evening, after her family had held a special meal to celebrate the baby’s 100th day since birth - which is a traditional custom in China. 
Her fate has sparked intense online debate in the country, with more than 10million users viewing her story last Friday on Sina Weibo, a Chinese website similar to Twitter.
You'll see no snark from me regarding this choice. No sarcasm, no lighthearted quips. This was, quite simply, a terrible tragedy.

This young woman did the right, selfless, and heartbreaking thing- she sacrificed her life so that her child might live. I have nothing but awe and respect for her choice.

And I have nothing but sympathy for her husband, now her widower, and her infant son. No decent person should have to go through something like this- no young woman should ever have to be struck down by cancer in her mid-twenties, no husband should have to face a choice between his wife and his unborn child, and no mother should have to bury her daughter.

But that is the reality of the world we live in. Sometimes horrible things happen to decent people. All we can do is try to appreciate the courage and quiet dignity of those who face that kind of adversity and make the right choices in the face of Death.

So spare a moment for Qiu Yuanyuan, who died to bring life into the world. Spare a prayer for her husband, who has lost his mate, and her son, who has lost his mother. She chose to do what is right, not what was convenient.

What if IRON MAN were more metal?

Well, you'd get this:

Actually this guy has done quite a few of these great "X Meets Metal" videos- check out his cover of the Skyrim theme, shreddified:

And just when you thought "Pacific Rim" couldn't be more metal than it already is:

Then there's his take on Kenny Loggins' ball-bustingly awesome track, "Danger Zone", from the gayest non-gay movie of all time, Top Gun- this metal version is guaranteed to straighten out any fairy:

Check out Eric's original music here- yes, I know, it's iTunes, which I dislike as a matter of principle since I use Linux, but hey, he knows what the hell he's doing. And his Patreon page is right here.

Monday, December 15, 2014

The Third Jihad arrives in Australia

The next great wave of Islamic expansion claims its most recent casualties in the Land Down Under:
An Iranian-born gunman was killed, two of his hostages are dead and four injured after a dramatic and chaotic firefight brought an end to a terrorist siege at a Sydney cafe. 
Teams of heavily armed police swooped on the Lindt Chocolat cafe in a hail of gunfire, ending a tense stand-off where Man Haron Monis had been holding around 17 people captive. 
Police issued a statement describing the event as a confrontation with a 50-year man, who they said died after shots were fired. The man was pronounced dead after being taken to hospital, police said. 
A man, aged 34, and a woman, aged 38, also died, the police said in their statement. 
Of the injured, two women have non life-threatening injuries and a police officer was injured by gunshot pellets, the police said. Another woman has a gunshot wound to the shoulder. 
Live television coverage earlier showed at least two people being taken away from the scene on stretchers, while one hostage was seen being carried out of the building. She appeared to be in pain and blood flowed down her legs. 
Nine News reported that eleven hostages had been accounted for after the police raid, which occurred shortly after 2am. 
Seven Network reporter Chris Reason, who was watching the siege unfold from his newsroom across the road, said some of the hostages broke free after Monis attempted to usher the hostages from one side of the café to the other. 
One man emerged from the cafe with his hands up and lay down on the ground in front of police. Seconds later, a group of at least five hostages escaped from the cafe. 
It is believed that Monis then fired his shotgun, reportedly killing one of his captives. This appeared to be the trigger for tactical police to move in. 
Within seconds, they had blasted through the cafe door and opened fire with automatic weapons, also hurling what appeared to be stun grenades. The sounds of explosions echoed through the city, and the flashes of rifle fire and the grenades lit up the area. 
The gunfight lasted less than two minutes, and more hostages emerged after the police raid. 
As the scene calmed down, a bomb disposal robot was seen entering the cafe. 
Self-proclaimed Islamic cleric Man Haron Monis, a 49-year-old man living in southwest Sydney, came to Australia from Iran as a refugee in 1996. 
He first came to the attention of authorities when he started sending hate mail to the families of Australian dead soldiers between 2007 and 2009, according to The Daily Telegraph. 
The siege in the Lindt cafe in Martin Place on Monday reportedly followed an unsuccessful effort to have a conviction related to penning those letters overturned in the High Court on Friday, according to The Age
Monis received 300 community service hours and a two-year good behaviour bond for the correspondence, which he claims were his version of sympathy cards and sent with the help from his girlfriend Amirah Droudis.
When I first saw this story earlier this morning (London time), I played out four separate possible scenarios:
Either the Islamist nutbag holding these people hostage will be shot by police with no other loss of life- this is the optimal outcome, which I consider somewhat unlikely- maybe a 20% probability. 
Or he will execute some of his hostages before being shot, because according to the rather twisted standards of his so-called "religion", he will have guaranteed his place in the afterlife by becoming a shahid (literally, "witness"). I consider this highly likely- at least a 60% probability. 
Or he will execute all of his hostages, before being shot himself, again for the same reason. I give this a 15% probability, since the Sydney police hostage negotiators will do their level best to keep the hostages alive.
Or, he will see reason and sanity and surrender. (Yeah, I know, it's a stretch- young male Islamists are not exactly know for their capacity for either sanity or reason.) I put this at a 5% probability. [At the time I assumed that the perpetrator was, well, a young man. I was wrong about this.]
Normally, I like being right- and I often am. This is one time that I wish I wasn't.

Two innocents- and an Islamic nutbag- are dead. Four more are wounded.

As Dirty Harry might say, "that's a hell of a price to pay for bein' stylish."

And there is a good reason why I bring up that Dirty Harry quote. I do so because, no matter what the outcome would have been, the gatekeepers of the Left will immediately launch into damage-control mode.

They will refuse to acknowledge that decades of immigration from countries like Turkey, Iran, Iraq, Indonesia, and Malaysia- Muslim nations all- have brought Islam, in all of its ugliness and rigidity, to Australia's shores.

They will seek to blame a lack of "diversity" and "tolerance" for this latest skirmish in the global Jihad. They will do their level best to attribute the actions of a "lone gunman" to feelings of "alienation" and "dislocation" from native Australian society.

They will do whatever they can to ensure that anyone who questions this facile and foolish narrative is immediately branded as a RACIST and an intolerant bigot, and is therefore cast out of respectable society as quickly as possible.

They will do all of this because the alternative would be to admit the truth about Islam: it is a political philosophy first and a religion second, and as political philosophies go, it is steeped in violence, intolerance, and backwardness, and emphasises a worldview that is completely at odds with that of the post-Enlightenment West.

(The fact that Islam became what it did is deeply ironic considering that there is substantial primary, scholarly, and archaeological evidence to suggest that Islam actually started off as yet another heretical offshoot of Christianity. It will not surprise the knowledgeable reader to learn, however, the Islam's origins and doctrines- as perverse as they were originally- were made even more so for political ends following the first great Arabic expansion during and after what is considered the canonical Muhammed's lifetime.)

And as we know from bitter experience already, there is nothing so dangerous and so poisonous to the Morlocks of the SJW set than simple Truth.

It goes without saying that I had hoped that this incident ends without bloodshed- or at least, without loss of life on the part of the hostages. As for the Islamist nutbag who started this, well, if he wanted his 72 raisins virgins, why deny a dead man his dying wish? Delivering it via, say, a .50-cal sniper bullet seems like a perfectly equitable solution to me.

Unfortunately, I can pretty much guarantee that this will not be the last time that Australia will be faced with the ugly reality of Islamist aggression. This is only the beginning.

I'm not just basing this on a reasonably deep understanding of Islamic history. I'm basing this on personal experience. I used to live in Sydney- Martin Place, in fact, was pretty well known to me back when I was in school there. I was last there more than 12 years ago. I remember even then that Sydney had- has- a rather sizable contingent of Lebanese, Turkish, and Arab immigrants. The latter tended to be concentrated very much in Sydney's southwestern suburbs, in fact.

As I recall- and my Australian readers, if I even have any, can surely correct me if I'm wrong about this- they tended to have fractious relations, at best, with other large minority groups such as the Chinese and Koreans, who tended to be concentrated more in Northern Sydney.

Their relationships with the native white majority were considerably worse.

And now it would appear that those racial and cultural differences have well and truly come home to roost.

The Anglosphere nations are being confronted now on an almost monthly basis with the ugly reality of their policy of near-open borders and nearly-unrestricted immigration from the Third World. Not all immigrants are created equal. The Hindu doctors and lawyers and engineers from India, or the South Korean tailors and restaurateurs and laundromats, are nothing like the Islamics from the Middle East, Iran, and Egypt- and none of these groups are anything like the white, Anglo-Saxon majority that is being told, whether they like it or not, to accept these newcomers.

The fact is that as long as Islamists are allowed in through the porous and yielding borders of the once-proud nation-states of the West, incidents like this, and like the shootings that occurred in Ottawa not too long ago, will continue to occur.

As long as the West continues to believe, in defiance of an entire mountain range of historical evidence to the contrary, that Islam is a "religion of peace" and that Islamists just want to integrate and settle down, tragedies like this will continue to happen, innocent men and women will continue to bleed and die, and law-abiding citizens will continue to be pushed- until they can be pushed no farther. And when that happens... watch out.

There is one last aspect of this atrocity that needs to be explored- one that Americans generally will find difficult to understand.

In 1996- nearly 20 years ago- a man named Martin Bryant, who as it turns out was severely retarded, shot 35 people and wounded another 23 before turning his weapon on himself. The Port Arthur Massacre was and remains the single deadliest incident of mass murder in Anglosphere history. In the wake of an unspeakable tragedy, the Federal government of Australia did its level best to take advantage of public outrage and sorrow to ram through a truly draconian gun control bill that, eventually, led to the near-total destruction of the average Australian's God-given right to keep and bear arms.

I know this sounds facile to an American- from both sides of the aisle.

The Liberal will argue that guns should never be seen in public places, and that it is undoubtedly a Good Thing that the police were on scene to handle this particular incident without further loss of life.

To which I respond: these hostages were kept in the last extremities of mortal terror for over 16 hours. A single bullet from a single competent bystander's gun could have ended this horror long ago. An Islamist loony would have gone to his so-called "paradise", two innocents could perhaps have gone home to their lives and families, and up to four more might have been able to walk out of that coffee shop without further harm.

And all of this is a bad thing?

The Conservative will argue that there is absolutely no good reason why Australian citizens shouldn't be allowed to carry concealed weapons in public- after all, the vast majority of them are perfectly decent people and want nothing more than to go about their day unmolested. They have every reason to believe that they should be able to go to a coffee shop and order an overpriced artsy drink with an expensive bar of brand-name chocolate (OK, I'll admit, I'm very partial to Lindt dark chocolate myself) without having to worry about being taken hostage.

To which I reply: I agree.

Americans, or at least the ones I know who aren't liberal airheads, cannot conceive of giving up their rights to the degree that the Aussies, and the Brits, and the Canadians, already have. But make no mistake, my friends, the exact same phenomenon is coming to America's shores. You've already had tastes of it, what with Fort Hood and that beheading in a factory over in Oklahoma. It will get much, much worse from here. The barbarity of the Islamists that you permitted to settle within your borders will be revealed whether you like it or not, and many more of your people will suffer for the stupidity of your ruling class's insane dreams of a mixed-race, multicultural melting pot.

Don't let yourself become a casualty. Arm yourself. Be on your guard. Recognise the signs. And when the time comes, be ready to stand up for your people, your culture, and your identity.

Article 666

OK, I know, I'm actually a bit late in publishing this, but when one gets to 666 posts, one needs to celebrate- especially if one happens to be a serious metalhead:

Sunday, December 14, 2014

The new Reconquista

There can be no denying any longer that nationalism is on the rise across Europe. We've seen pro-nationalist, anti-immigrant movements beginning to take hold in Italy, Spain, Portugal, Sweden, and even Norway. Here in Britain, despite the fondest wishes of the establishment, and the utter buffoonery of one Russell Brand on an otherwise respectable TV politics show, the UK Independence Party is beginning to pose a very real threat to the "melting-pot" pipe dream of that very same establishment.

A new type of anti-immigration protest is sweeping across Germany, as thousands take to the streets against what they say is the growing “Islamisation” of the country. 
The new protests, which began in the city of Dresden in the former East Germany, feature no neo-Nazi slogans and have nothing to do with the traditional far right. [Didact: I put in additional emphasis for a very good reason. It cannot be pointed out often enough that neo-Nazis are the ugliest face of the Left, and not the far right, as most media types tend to assume.] 
Instead the demonstrators have adopted the old rallying call of the protests against the East German communist regime that brought down the Berlin Wall 25 years ago, “Wir sind das Volk”, or “We are the people”. They say they want to preserve Germany’s Judeo-Christian Western culture. 
The protests come as Bavaria’s ruling Christian Social Union (CSU) is seeking to distance itself from a draft proposal for its party conference which said that immigrants should speak German not only in public, but at home as well.  
Germany is now the second most popular destination in the world for migrants, after the US, and the country is struggling to cope with an unprecedented influx of asylum-seekers.  
While Angela Merkel’s government has made clear it will block any attempt by David Cameron to curtail freedom of movement within the EU, the German debate over immigration has focused on those coming from outside the bloc, and on Muslims in particular.   
Thousands have defied sub-zero temperatures to join weekly marches each Monday in Dresden under the banner of Patriotic Europeans against the Islamisation of Europe, or Pegida.  
The protests were started by a local man, Lutz Bachmann, with no background in politics. When he called his first demonstration in October, only a few hundred turned up, but the movement has snowballed, and last week 7,500 came. 
Pegida has inspired similar movements across Germany. Though the numbers have not been as high as in Dresden so far, marches have been called in cities from Düsseldorf to Munich. 
Demonstrations against Muslim immigration in Cologne earlier this year turned violent, but unlike the far-right groups and self-proclaimed “hooligans” behind those protests, Pegida insists its movement is peaceful.  
It has run into opposition, though: last week a counter-demonstration by around 1,000 people succeeded in blocking Pegida’s way through Dresden, and in the city of Kassel, counter-demonstrators actually outnumbered those who marched against immigrants. 
Critics contend that known neo-Nazis have infiltrated the protests, while Mr Bachmann, who has called for “zero tolerance for criminal immigrants”, was forced to acknowledge he “has a past”, after a local newspaper reported he has a lengthy criminal record of his own, including convictions for burglary and drug-dealing.
A number of us Dark Enlightenment writers have pointed out many times over the last few years, the single best and fastest way to destroy a native culture is to erode it through immigration.

More specifically, the fastest way, by far, to destroy a culture is through importing people from another culture that is intrinsically opposed to everything that the host stands for.

We've seen this time and again in America. Somalians are now living in Coon Rapids, Minnesota- you'd be hard-pressed to find a place that is more suburban, middle-class, and white, outside of maybe Vermont or Montana- and as a result, people who thirty years ago had no opinion whatsoever about Africans and Islam now find themselves confronted daily with a culture that is completely hostile, and violently so, to their own.

And we are now at the point in the West where, in order to see the radical damage that untrammeled immigration has done, all you have to do is go for a walk.

In New York, one of the most culturally diverse cities in the world, I've often marveled at the way that you can through the Upper East Side and see a complete change in environment and culture over the course of a single city block. Seriously, walk in Manhattan between 72nd and 96th St on 2nd Ave, through an area that is a stronghold of Hungarian and Polish Jewry- and then, when you get to 96th St, see what happens as the city abruptly turns into Spanish Harlem.

Here's a hint: the change isn't for the better.

One of the best things about living in London, in my opinion, is the fact that this is a phenomenal city for walking. Stop by a cafe, pick up a large cup of good coffee, pick a direction, and start walking. That's it. Because London is far older than any American city, it is a maze of twisting roads and alleyways, and it is the easiest thing in the world to spend an afternoon lost in central London.

Yet, because this city is so diverse- in my opinion, more so than Manhattan- it is also easy to see the destruction that mass immigration of Muslims from Bangladesh, Pakistan, Afghanistan, and the Middle East is wreaking upon the city simply by taking a walk. All you have to do is start at Tower Hill, then head east towards Wapping, and finally take a left beyond the petrol station, which takes about 30 minutes of hoofing to arrive at, to land up in a place called Shadwell.

If you've been to South Asia- I have, many times- you'll find yourself thinking that you're in Calcutta, or Karachi, rather than in London.

It's an area where, if you're white and English, you stick out like a sore thumb in the midst of a neighbourhood where Islamic "science" is taught in the schools, mosques abound everywhere, and the men are walking around in traditional Islamic dress with full-on soup-catcher beards while the women are wearing the full-blown niqab.

It's like entering a completely different world. And not in a good way.

And if it's like that in the cities, just imagine what it's like at the borders.

Down south, the people of southern Arizona and Texas are in the middle of an undeclared war. Parts of California might as well be absorbed back into Mexico, given how overrun they are with illegal immigrants from down south crossing the border.

Americans are still a long way behind in recognising that segregation and bloodshed are coming and will be inevitable. The Europeans are beginning to realise it- or at least, the average person is. Their politicians, though, are still deeply reluctant to confront the stark reality that immigration is destroying the native culture and society.

The Germans are realising what the English have already found out: importing people who do not speak your language, who do not agree with your culture, and who do not necessarily want to contribute to your society, is a great way to destroy your own culture.

The problem is made far worse by the fact that this has been happening for multiple generations. The children of immigrants from the 1950s and 1960s now consider England to be their home. Many of them share aspects of English values- but they don't respect, or necessarily even know about, the English Constitution. They don't care for limits placed on the powers of government. The Islamists among them have no problem with incorporating shariah law into a legal system that is in every way antithetical to the guiding principles of Islamic jurisprudence.

All of this means that, when the new Reconquista finally kicks off, deciding who stays and who goes is going to be a fiendishly difficult knot to untangle.

At this point, I must admit that this is where I face certain difficulties of my own. I've lived in the West for my entire adult life. I come from Asia, but when I go back to my own country, well, it's like I'm a tourist in a foreign land- and for the most part, it's not an enjoyable experience. In terms of outlook and ideology, I identify very closely with the values that the West once held dear- individual rights, Greco-Roman philosophy, and Judeo-Christian morality.

Americans that I respect and admire have told me that, though a foreigner, I am more American than most of the native-born inhabitants of the country; personally, I can think of no higher compliment than this.

Yet I know that I am just a guest in America. If the Americans want me to leave, I will do so- because I respect their right to their own country, because I love what America stands for, and because I believe in the rule of law.

The question of who is truly "American"- or "English", or "German", or "French"- can really only be answered by examining the values that one holds dear.

If, for instance, you believe that the people are sovereign, that government is at its best when restricted and held carefully at bay, that there is only one God and that Christ His Son is our Lord and Saviour, that you must earn the right to vote and prove that you are a law-abiding member of a respectable society, and that you are responsible for your own destiny, then you already identify strongly with the core values that Americans once held dear, and eventually will hold dear again, regardless of the colour of your skin.

This means that, when those horrible, terrible, evil, no-good, very bad Stuffy White-Christian-Jewish-People finally reach the breaking point after being pushed way too far for way too long, picking which side to fight for will be a very easy choice. After all, those stuffy old fuddy-duddies believe in the same things you do- and they have all the guns.

If, however, you believe that you are owed something by the government and by "white folk" around you, or you think that you deserve to be given citizenship and privileges simply by virtue of existing, then you're probably not going to like the future. At all.

Those are the types of people that are, for now, ascendant; they control the narrative, the levers of power, and the purse strings of government. They are also absolutely opposed to everything that the rest of us stand for.

And when- not if, but when- people of the old traditional culture are pushed too far, rebellion and then war will be the inevitable outcome. I'll give you one guess as to what kinds of people will be the targets of that new rebellion, when it comes to pass.

As for those Germans doing the protesting, who seek to stop the Islamisation of their once-proud Christian nation, they should take heart from one thing. The first Reconquista in Spain took over 700 years to achieve its goals. The Moors arrived in Spain in the 8th Century and, as usual, gave non-Muslims three choices: conversion, subjugation, or death.

It took centuries, but eventually, the soldiers of Christ the Redeemer won out. The Moors had the tables turned upon them- they were given not three, but two choices: leave, or die. And Spain went on to become one of the greatest, wealthiest, and most powerful empires the world has ever seen.

The culture and power of the West is declining now, as a consequence of nearly a century of progressive lunacy and poor choices. The reign of madness that surrounds us today needs to be given time to die- and it will die.

What comes after it, though, may well be a restoration of the values and ideals that we hold most dear. And when that happens, we will have a God-given chance to rebuild anew that which was lost.

Can there be any more noble and rewarding duty than this?

Saturday, December 13, 2014


So Carey sent me a link to his latest post, knowing that, given my strong preferences for heavy metal, I'd get a kick out of it. He was right.

It just so happened that while I was listening to the latest offering of highly technical melodic death metal from Sweden, I decided to have a listen to some of his original music.

Take it from a man who's seen some of the finest musicians in the world playing live: this guy knows how to play.

Somewhere in Wisconsin, whatever is left of Stevie Ray Vaughan (RIP) is spinning so fast he's generating his own micro-gravity field.

Oh, and just for kicks:

The point of sex in gaming

A new trailer for a mobile platform game demonstrates some rather important core truths about the culture of gaming:
She plays Greek goddess Athena in brand new game franchise, Game Of War: Fire Age and Hollywood actress Kate Upton looks sexy in a new trailer.  
The 22-year-old can be seen charging forward on a horse during a battle scene, in which she showcases her ample assets in a eye-catching ensemble. 

Dressed head to toe in period costume, Kate looks incredible in a plunging silver corset which has a dramatic shoulder detail during one of three upcoming commercials.  
She wears matching armoury style wide cuffs on her arms and a billowing white skirt. Letting out a giant roar as she fights, the blonde is a force to be reckoned in the newly released short video clip.
Kate seductively invites players to 'come and play with me in the new clip 
'You can meet some of my friends,' she says, as a dragon breathes fire through the war zone. 'They are really excited to meet you.' [Didact: Er... is this an advert for a game, or a phone sex line?]
As the dragon is slain, she tells the camera, 'So tell me. Do you want to come and play?' [Didact: Phone sex line. For sure.]  
Kate confidently walked through a battle field of armored soldiers and a giant fire-breathing dragon dressed in a plunging white gown with sexy thigh-high slit. 
The blonde beauty resembled the goddess of war, donning gold plated accessories on her shoulders and forearms with her long tresses flowing around her shoulders. 
She had no trouble distracting the fighting men with her killer curves and stunning figure as she treks through the dangerous war zone.  
According to Forbes, Game Of War dished out a costly $40m to acquire Kate as the face of their new mobile game and to feature her in their high budget trailers. 
Fans will be able to see more of Kate as she will not only star in more adverts, but will also be an avatar within the game serving as the player's host. 
She looks identical to her character in the commercial also showing off major cleavage in the same white dress. 
When the advert was released on November 13, Kate talked to AdWeek about her decision to lend her star power to the popular game. 
'It is fantastic to be instrumental in the start of a new era in gaming and communications,' she explained. 'I love playing the part of Athena.' 
'She's such a bad-a** character, commanding armies, slaying hydra, charging into battle - the work shows how much fun it is, and I am proud to be part of it.'  
Kate also expressed her excitement for her new partnership via Twitter. 
'So excited! I've waited so long to be in a game! Check me out!' she wrote along with a link to a free download of the mobile game.
Here's the actual trailer that inspired such a breathless discharge from two reporters at the Daily Mail- both of whom are female:

The reason I bring this up is that this trailer demonstrates everything that is right about gaming, from a gamer's perspective- and everything that is wrong about it, from the same perspective.

The fact is, this trailer demonstrates a fundamental truth about games: no matter how good or bad a particular game happens to be, sex sells games.

And there is nothing whatsoever wrong with this.

Gaming is, and has always been, about fun and escapism. The core audience of gamers has always been heavily skewed towards young men- and I'm talking serious gamers here, not the housewives and HR bunnies that you see on the train playing Candy Crush Saga or any of its bajillion derivatives and facsimiles.

It is for this reason that games are geared toward showing larger-than-life characters doing fantastical things. It determines what kinds of games sell, and why. And it also determines the advertising methods used for games.

Why do you think the Soul Calibur series is popular? Because gamers like playing a fighting game where they can play as, or engage against, women with titanic tits who also happen to be highly competent fighters. This is not even slightly realistic, but it sells.

Basically imagine a glamour model in bondage gear wielding a chain-whip, and you're there
The Dead Or Alive series is popular for a similar reason. There is no question that sex is heavily involved in selling those games. After all, it's a game in which bikini models engage in full-contact mixed martial arts and the game's creators built a separate physics engine just to animate the breasts of the female characters.

Busty women in high heels doing muay thai... This should be amusing...
Uh... I know that's a WWE move, but why is she cross-eyed???
Even games with actual, believable female protagonists- like, say, the Metroid series- revert to this method of shipping units. There is a reason why Samus Aran is a tall, buxom, leggy blue-eyed blonde who curls up into a tiny ball.

It's funny because it's true
So this new trailer for a mobile game that is unimaginatively called "Game of War" certainly conforms to the archetype. Sex sells, which is why the creators of the game forked out a not-exactly-tiny sum of cash to have a 22-year-old blonde "bombshell" represent them. (Personally, I only really like three things about Kate Upton: face, breasts, and ass. Okay, technically, that's really four things.)

Indeed, I can't be the only one who sees the tremendous irony in letting a woman whose primary achievement in life is flouncing around in as little clothing as possible, play the part of the Greek Goddess of Wisdom. (This being the same young woman who very wisely uploaded naked pictures of herself to her iCloud account, which was then hacked...)

And that brings us back to the problem with games like this.

The best game franchises either subtly incorporate sexual escapism into games that are a hell of a lot of fun to play, or ignore it altogether.

When sexuality is used to enhance the quality of an already solid game, it works- often brilliantly. But when it is used to sell the game, you can generally bet that the game itself won't be great.

Game of War might be a good game. It might even be a great game. But if it is, why is the company selling it spending so much money focusing on Kate Upton's appearance in it, rather than on the gameplay itself?

Truly great games use sexuality to make the player's experience better. They don't put the women front and centre just for a cynical exercise in marketing.

Some of the greatest games ever have nothing to do with scantily-clad women at all. Consider the entire Mario franchise. It's hard to think of a game that is more fun than Super Mario Galaxy (except maybe Super Smash Bros. or Super Mario 64). The game is good silly escapist nonsense. It delivers exactly what a great game should deliver. Yet Princess Peach looks like, well, this:

"The princess is in another castle!"
Or let's take the Metroid series that I mentioned above. (I want to make it very clear that Metroid: Other M was a sticky, smelly, disgustingly putrid stain upon the legacy of this otherwise-great series. Turning Samus from the badass plasma-cannon-wielding heroine that she was in the Metroid Prime series, into a whiny emo chick with serious daddy issues in that game, was one of the biggest mistakes that Nintendo has EVER made.)

The reason Samus Aran works as a protagonist in the Metroid Prime series, despite being female and ridiculously poorly proportioned- she's 6'3" and weighs 193lbs, according to the canon, which makes her both taller and heavier than me, yet she looks like an underwear model- is that she is part of a challenging, intricate, and very interesting plot. The fact that she is female is secondary to the gameplay; in the final game of the series, that fact isn't even slightly relevant until the end, where depending on the difficulty level that you choose, you can see her out of her power suit.

Probably the best female protagonist in gaming

Consider the Arkhamverse series of Batman games. These games were, and are, sold on the premise that you can become the world's greatest detective, the Dark Knight. You can play as the single most badass, most terrifying, and most driven superhero ever conceived. You can become a predator who preys on criminals; you can engage dozens of enemies and break their wills along with their bones; you can get amazing gadgets and solve challenging puzzles. You are the Batman.

In Batman: Arkham Asylum, both Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy are presented in rather revealing outfits, but the game designers very wisely made them incidental eye-candy to what was, and remains, one of the finest RPGs ever made.

Riddle me this, Batman: which one of these two ladies is more likely to give you VD?
In Batman: Arkham City- one of the greatest games ever made, of any genre- Catwoman is given... well, see for yourself:

That "DD" set of buckles on her left greave probably denotes her cup size
And yet, when you complete that game and then start playing through Catwoman's campaign, you never once think that she's over the top. She's given her own set of abilities, tools, and weapons, and you simply cannot play her the same way you play Batman. Where Batman is relentless, unstoppable, physically unmatched, and resilient beyond mortal comprehension, Catwoman plays like, well, a woman in a tight if armoured outfit. She is vulnerable to weapons fire and doesn't hit anywhere near as hard as the Dark Knight. Her set of weapons is much more limited, and you have to adjust your tactics accordingly when confronting enemies.

(I haven't had a chance to play the latest game in the series. But trust me on this- once I'm back in the States and finally get my hairy mitts on an Xbox One, there will be many weekends spent catching up on all the great games I missed.)

Consider also the Gears of War series. Now, I've played every game in that series- even "Judgement", which wasn't that good- and I can't remember a single example of overt sexuality being presented as a tease to the player. The women in that game are just as hardcore and badass as the men- they have to be, they're surrounded by brutality and horror and death every moment of every day. Even Queen Myrrah, the sole member of the Locust Horde who actually has anything approaching a decent physical appearance, is there to add to the plot and the experience, rather than to pander to the gamer.

Not exactly the types of girls you bring home to mum
And what about my beloved HALO series?

In HALO Wars, the smart AI Serina is demure and bland, and adds nothing to the game other than a wry English sense of humour- but then she doesn't detract from what is a very enjoyable, if workmanlike, strategy game. Eileen Anders, who fulfills the usual "brilliant but mildly annoying female scientist" trope quite handily, never really gets in the way.

Not very realistic, but hey, it's a game
In HALO: Reach, Catherine-B320 is there to provide character and depth to an already amazing game; her death has a real effect on the player, as it should. In HALO 3: ODST, Veronica Dare is an integral part of the plot; rescuing her and the Engineer that she is guarding is a real achievement for the player.

And in the main HALO series, Cortana's looks are there for eye candy- but her presence in the game makes HALO what it is. Through the four games (and counting) where you play as the Master Chief, she builds a deep and powerful bond with the Chief, and by extension with you, the player, to the point where her death in HALO 4 is genuinely difficult to accept.

The best partnership in gaming, ever
These examples, and countless others, bring home an inescapable fact about gaming and what makes a great game different from an average one:

A great game uses sexuality; it is not defined by it.

By all means, include female sexuality in gaming. There is nothing whatsoever wrong with that, no matter what the hideous orcs of the SJW set would like you to believe. But don't let's make it the be-all and end-all of gaming. Games are meant to be fun ways to escape into wonderful new worlds of vivid imagination and timeless stories, rather than barely-M-rated fantasies in which the more perverted lonely men among us can act out their most bizarre fetishes and fantasies.

(There are games available for doing this. They aren't blockbuster titles like HALO and GoW, and they're not meant to be.)

Games, at their core, are about escape and fun. That should be the ultimate point of gaming. There are many ways to get there- female sexuality is just one ingredient in that potent mix. But for those of us who love games, whether as players (like me) or developers, let us focus on the things that truly make games great- plot, story, gameplay, characterisation.

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Bad(ass) Santa

The delightfully combative Ann Barnhardt has a rather good take on the progenitor of the Santa Claus legend that children the world over have come to know and love:
December 6th! The feast of St. Nicholas! The story of St. Nicholas can never be repeated too often:
Today is the Feast of St. Nicholas, who died on December 6, ARSH 343. Saint Nicholas is well-known by his Dutch moniker, ”Santa Claus”. Don’t be fooled by the crass, commercialized image. Saint Nicholas was a stone-cold butt-kicker for Christ and His Church.
Early in the Fourth Century, there was a terrible heresy in the Church put forth by a very persuasive man named Arius. Arius contended that Christ was not fully divine, but a creature, created by the Father. This heresy was threatening to schism the Church. (Back then everyone understood the truth that any schism whatsoever was totally and completely evil and thus unacceptable – the Church is ONE. Christ has ONE Bride, not a harem. There is ONE Truth. Not multiple “”truths””. As soon as you start saying that there are ”multiple truths”, what you have done is denied Truth Itself, of which there is only ONE.) [Didact: Amen, Rev- uh, ma'am.]
So, the First Council of Nicea was called in ARSH 325 to hash this out and put the Arian heresy down once and for all. Arius was at the Council, of course, and was called upon to defend his position on the inferiority of Christ. Being a bishop, Nikolaos of Myra (in present-day Turkey) was naturally in attendance. Arius’ nonsensical, destructive and insulting lying contentions about Our Lord became too much for Bishop Nikolaos, who stood up and proceeded to haul off and go all Manny Pacquiao on Arius with a left jab directly to Arius’ piehole...
Everyone was alarmed by Bishop Nikolaos’ righteous beatdown of Arius, and he was immediately summarily stripped of his episcopacy. In those days, the two things that designated a man a Christian bishop were a personal copy of the Gospels and a pallium, which is like a stole. Now you may taken aback by the “personal copy of the Gospels” thing. Well, of course! How could a bishop NOT have the Gospels? But you must remember that the printing press wasn’t invented until ARSH 1439. Before that, if you wanted a book, it had to be written out BY HAND. And what were you going to write on? Try vellum. Every piece of vellum had to be harvested from an animal and made. So you see, for a man to have a personal copy of any written text was a HUGE, and frankly EXPENSIVE, deal. So, poor Nikolaos was stripped of his Gospel and his pallium AND thrown in the hoosegow. 
Now here is where it gets really good.

While Nikolaos was in the clink, he received a visit from both Our Lord and the Virgin Mary. Our Lord asked Nikolaos, “”Why are you here?”” And Nikolaos replied, “”Because I love You, my Lord and my God.”” At this, Jesus then presented Nikolaos with his copy of the Gospels, and Mary put his pallium back on him, thus restoring his rank as a bishop. When Nikolaos was discovered sitting calmly in his cell, still under guard, with his Gospel and his pallium, which the other bishops had locked away themselves far from Niklaos’ prison cell, Nikolaos was released, welcomed back by his brother bishops, and rejoined the Council. The heresy of Arianism was struck down once and for all, and the Nicene Creed (which we still recite at the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass today) was authored.
 The image that Ms. Barnhardt found for this is just as good:


Given what a BAMF St. Nick turned out to be, I decided to see if I could find a better picture to go with this story. It wasn't easy, this is the best I could do:

St. Supernick!!!
Kids, remember to be extra-good this year. Or St. Nikolaos might just come and beat down your door because you're on his "naughty heretic" list.

North Korean Top Gun

It's a bit lower-budget than the version the Americans made. (The Didact will not be held responsible for computer screens damaged by spontaneous expulsion of hot liquid beverages. Or for underpants damaged in similar fashion.)

Dear Lord, they are building me a condo in Hell right now...
Courtesy of Glorious Karl over at Ushanka.

(Speaking of whom- dude recently had a heart attack. Why not do him a solid and kick in a few bucks for one of his Comrade Obama hats? I hear they're quite "chic" these days, especially given how well the Obama economy is doing these days- tent sales are waaaay up, since loads more people are living under bridges and in fields now!)

Also, seeing as I just made a TOP GUN reference:

That film is either the gayest straight movie ever, or the straightest gay movie ever. It's also proof positive that a film can be both great fun and mind-blowingly stupid at the same time. Sort of like "Van Helsing". Or "Pacific Rim".

And I happen to love all three movies. I'll let you draw your own conclusions from this fact.

Monday, December 8, 2014

Extreme Stockholm's Syndrome

I guess this is what Americans call a "heads you win, tails I lose" scenario:
A student at Georgetown University wrote in an op-ed piece that he was 'Not at all' shocked that a recent mugging he suffered at gunpoint took place.

Senior Oliver Friedfeld said in his piece, 'I Was Mugged, And I Understand Why,' that he questioned his own ability to criticize his attackers, citing his 'perch of privilege.'

The op-ed was published November 18 in Georgetown's student newspaper The Hoya - and picked up by several media outlets this week. 
As of this writing, Friedfeld's piece has 142 comments on the student newspaper's website - a number of which debate whether or not the author is victim-blaming for the crime, while others debate the idea of privilege. [Didact: Hey, here's an idea- how about we prosecute the dips**t that actually committed the crime?!]
Friedfeld wrote of the encounter 'Last weekend, my housemate and I were mugged at gunpoint while walking home from Dupont Circle. The entire incident lasted under a minute, as I was forced to the floor, handed over my phone and was patted down.' 
He continued 'And yet, when a reporter asked whether I was surprised that this happened in Georgetown, I immediately answered: "Not at all." It was so clear to me that we live in the most privileged neighborhood within a city [Washington, D.C.] that has historically been, and continues to be, harshly unequal.' 
Frieden revealed in the op-ed that he did not view the muggers as 'bad people' - and that instead of the various opportunities he'd received in life, wrote that, 'I'd venture to guess that our attackers have had to experience things I've never dreamed of.' 
'Who am I to stand from my perch of privilege, surrounded by million-dollar homes and paying for a $60,000 education, to condemn these young men as "thugs?"' he argued. 'It’s precisely this kind of "otherization" that fuels the problem.' 
Friedfeld wrote that though there is always the possibility of choice, 'it's a lot easier for me to choose good than it may be for them to.'

The college student also dismissed the idea of an increased police presence being helpful; he wrote 'Police protect us by keeping those "bad people" out of our neighborhood, and I’m grateful for it. And yet, I realize it’s self-serving and doesn't actually fix anything.'
So... much... FAIL...

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There are quite a few different ways to look at this story, all of them depressing and all of them standing as stark indictments of the balls-out absurdity of what the Left fancifully calls its "philosophy".

If you look at this through the lens of r/K selection theory, you will be hard-pressed to find a finer example of a defective psychology than this young man.

As Michael Trust Anonymous Conservative once explained, in quite considerable detail, a liberal or Leftist psychology is markedly similar to the behaviour exhibited by monkeys whose amygdalae are damaged through surgical means. Because they have defective brains, their ability to recognise and react to threats is severely compromised; as a result, instead of reacting naturally and aggressively toward potential threats, or fleeing in response to severe danger, the Leftist instead thinks that he is the problem, and that it is his behaviour that has caused some sort of aggressive response in the very antagonist that is pounding his face into the concrete and yelling at him to hand over his money.

There is a decent list of appropriate responses to a mugging. Some will keep you alive, such as handing over your money and valuables without a struggle. Some will end up with at least one of you in the hospital, such as going immediately and viciously on the offensive through the use of hard-won street combat skills. Some will end up with one or both of you dead, especially if firearms are involved. All of these are, depending on the situation and the circumstances, perfectly acceptable and natural outcomes.

Even the one where one of you ends up in the morgue- as long as it's the other guy, and as long as you understand when it is, and when it is not, appropriate to use lethal force.

One response that is laughably inappropriate is to claim that, simply in the act of walking around and not engaging in any form of aggression whatsoever, you are to blame as the victim of a mugging because of something called "privilege".

This brings us to another rather depressing aspect of Leftist thinking. This concept of "privilege" is the mirror image of the Left's self-loathing. Once you understand that the Leftist hates all that is beautiful and good, and worships all that is evil and foul, you will understand that his psychology forces him to embrace ideas that to a reasonable and rational man are simply insane.

The Left's self-loathing is expressed in multiple forms. It is expressed, for example, through the covetousness that drives their belief in the myth of "equality"; because they loathe themselves and feel inadequate in their own eyes, they are especially incensed by the idea that another might rise above him, and therefore seek to tear that better man down through cowardly means.

It is also expressed in this rather nebulous concept of "privilege". This term has many meanings- like all Leftist double-think, it has no fixed definition, hence no Leftist can ever be pinned down and forced to confront the sheer vapidity of his own thinking- but if you have to come up one, it simply means that because you have something and someone else doesn't, you are obligated to give that which you have to he who does not have it.

The act of giving is not a charitable act, however; hence, it is robbed of all validity under any sane set of moral rules. It is an act of expiation, of shame, of deep self-loathing. It is an attempt to justify one's existence by debasing oneself and one's sense of worth.

It is, in short, an attempt to elevate the barbaric over the civilised, the evil over the good, the wicked over the just.

Now, if you've ever had to suffer through the so-called "teachings" of the modern Western university system, I'm sure that none of this is news to you. These institutions are now fever-swamps of cultural Marxist indoctrination. They spew out the bile and waste of more than fifty years of Frankfurt-School filth, and they cover all of their graduates in that noxious stink to a greater or lesser degree.

(Yours truly is a graduate of not one, but two of these institutes of higher so-called learning. I was saved from the lunacy of the Left by virtue of the fact that I was studying subjects that actually required me to think about causes and consequences; as a result, I did not then have much time for liberal pabulum, and I have even less now.)

As bad as young Mr. Friedfeld is, he's just a symptom of the cancer eating through the organs of higher education, he's not the cause. The actual foetid, gruesome source of this disease is that same twisted ideology that has reared its ugly head through so many different incarnations across all of these centuries.

It is the same faithlessness and fecklessness that was written of in the Book of Exodus, when the Jews repeatedly questioned the power and providence of God, to the point where the Lord Himself was so sorely vexed that He very nearly destroyed humanity once more, and was only stopped from doing so through the timely intervention of His prophet Moses.

It is the same cardinal sin that drove Man to enforce liberte, egalite, et fraternite through a reign of terror that bathed the streets of Paris in blood and fire.

It is the same lunacy that drove intellectuals the world over to support mass-murdering Communists and denounce the righteous defenders of the Judeo-Christian West as out of touch and economically moribund.

It comes down to the belief that Man is somehow perfectible- that if only we could be moulded a little bit better, if only we would heed the commands of our betters, if only we could be forced to be different, the world as a whole would be a better place.

It is utter madness. It is a philosophy that has unleashed horrors almost beyond human imagining upon us. It continues to wreak havoc and devastation upon our culture and our society even now; its latest ugly mutation, the "social justice" movement and its attendant Social Justice Warrior foot-soldiers, is but the latest in a long and hideous string of Chaos-spawn that litters our blood-soaked history.

Man is what he is, and there is no point whatsoever in changing that, as Mr. Friedfeld discovered. Man is an animal with the instinct to survive, and if this hapless young fool wants to survive himself, he's going to have to confront the very difficult reality that there are men who wish him harm simply for the money in his wallet, and all of his liberal pieties will not change that fact one iota.

So, Mr. Friedfeld, instead of flagellating yourself while wailing about "privilege" and "social justice" to your perverted pagan gods, here's what you should do. Lift some weights- you look like you could use a bit of muscle. Learn how to shoot a gun- and get a concealed carry license, since the Supreme Court did what was right for once and overturned Washington, D.C.'s laws against buying weapons for personal protection. Learn a street defence art like Krav Maga or the Keysi Fighting Method- or hell, some muay thai or BJJ.

Learn how to protect yourself from the world. Your pathetic mewling about your "privilege" will not endear you to the savages with whom you seek to ingratiate yourself; when the time comes, you will bleed before them long before they will ever renounce their evil ways and learn to love you.