Author’s Note: This article will be updated, edited consistently, and possibly republished as I focus my thoughts and ideas as time goes on. I’m not an intellectual nor an amazing writer. I’m just some guy trying to flush out what plagues our modern existence. Thoughtful genuine critique is welcome. This long post is divided into two parts with the second focusing on ideas to forge a new mythos and identity.
Something is wrong with modern society. We can feel it in our bones. It chills us like a sinister X- Files conspiracy in which our souls and spirit have been stolen away. We can smell the rot abounding and growing in their absence and we know its more than just the curse of a bizarre post-modernism that’s permeated our modern lives.
The post-Cold War framework we evaluated, measured, and determined our identities no longer holds weight. Useless is the “left vs right” and “liberal vs conservative” paradigms that culture, politics, and even daily life were seen through. It’s been rendered obsolete by our new digital age and a “new” set of problems festering for decades behind the scenes that have finally surfaced.
Almost everyone regardless of their political affiliations can see that the world around is falling apart. We are reaping the seeds we’ve sown in the past all the way from the French Enlightenment to the Post-Christian West as our substituted gods have started to crumble.
Me and my wife finally decided to upgrade our phones to an actual new phone as we had some money left over from our tax return. So we worked into our budget and while I haven’t fully tested out many of the features we do take plenty of pictures.
One I’ve been playing around with is the portrait mode and it’s probably one of my favorite features with the S10 Plus’ camera. We had a birthday celebration for my Grandpa and I wanted to test it out and see what family thought about it.
The time flies. Julius is now 3 years old. Happy Birthday son.
Watching a toddler grow up is both incredible and fascinating. I’m still blown away by watching him develop and learn how to talk. He hasn’t quite learned the art of bargaining and “manipulation” – basically trying to smooth talk to get what he wants- and still says, “Give me that”. Currently, he has an advantage over his 2 year old brother in that he can somewhat communicate to us – for now. What I’ve realized is just how precious your kids are. It’s easy to take them for granted in the daily grind of life and you forget to treasure these moments.
Julius was born with lung problems and I still forget sometimes how scary it was. We weren’t sure what was going to happen. My wife couldn’t even hold or feed him for 3 weeks. It wreaked havoc on her.
It’s easy for me to loathe the state of Illinois for all of the problems it causes us, but Medicaid covered us for a time like this when Julius needed it the most and would end up in the NICU for 3 weeks. Also, it makes me grateful we are alive now, rather then even 100 years ago when the medical care he needed wouldn’t have existed. Sometimes I look at this picture to remind myself.
I’m gonna upload plenty of pictures to this post from the upcoming weeks as time goes on . Chuckecheese this last Saturday brought some huge smiles to his face. The smiles on your kid’s faces are what makes everything worth it – especially in a modern world where kids are seen as a timely inconvenience. When you see them experience something for the first time, it’s almost as if you are experiencing anew it for the first time. That’s something that only kids can bring you.
Speaking of Chuckecheese, I got a kick out of how both my sons wouldn’t actually stay on any of the “rides” or arcade games the full time. They would jump on for like 10-20 seconds and get off. Some of the games they even re-purposed. Nehemiah – Julius’ younger brother kept grabbing the basketballs out of the machine and running off with them. He also kept trying to get into rides other kids were on. It was a blast.
One thing you’ll notice if you waste time on social media – Twitter in particular is that everyone is working themselves to the point of hysteria on any topic that gets somewhat controversial. This doubles if its political and there’s at least two different distinct ways of thinking about an issue that fundamentally disagree with each other.
Recently it’s all been about a Somalian refugee Muslim congress women Ilhan Omar if I’m not mistaken. Her and her supporters and Trump and his have been doing the usual twitter attacks. Trump found some clip of her “downplaying” the 9/11 attacks. Honestly it’s taking what she said of out context.
One thing I’ve noticed in the last few years across various industries and workplaces is that many workers are hampered by something this buzzword concept you always hear a lot about, “Training.” In theory it’s the be all, end all. Struggling? You need more training. Promotion? More training. Attempt to troubleshoot? More training is needed first. Want to problem solve a bit more? You need this certification. It’s a disaster and monster’s own creation. It’s become worse then just a vague buzzword.
Years ago I was looking to move up the ladder a bit as a 3rd shift stocker, at a grocery store – perhaps take on more responsibility, place some orders, do inventory, etc. My manager didn’t mind the idea, but mentioned that you needed to take some classes on the computers in the back of the store to make a bit more money and move up. I remember thinking to myself, “What and how does training courses on a computer help me better in my current role?” Obviously, it didn’t.
The Z-man had a post about human capital and if people are better of today than in the past. He theorizes both yes and no and about genetics playing a part, besides the Pinkerton analysis that the decline of interpersonal violence means we are better off. (I do think Pinkerton makes a good point on that subject.)
My thoughts however diverged in a different direction from his initial post. There’s a key element to human capital that we tend to overlook; predictability. I’ll try to hastily summarize it here and perhaps better think through it for the future.
I suppose this happens when you get older, get married, hit that magic 30, grow some gray hairs in your fatherly beard, and of course have some kids. For others it just a slow unraveling of the established wisdom you learned as a kid through “young” adulthood.
My kids – toddlers or not – when at restaurants weren’t going to use our phones to entertain themselves to stop them from tantruming and screaming. They weren’t going to toys in Walmart when they threw tantrums. (Yea I was definitely wrong on that one.) You have a specific way of thinking about your present circumstances and a supposed plan for the future.
One thing I’ve realized in the last few years coming off my self identified edgelord time – if it can even be called that – is that I don’t know as much as I thought I did. This realization applies to all aspects of life. I’m in a different season of life now and not only have my circumstances changed, but this isn’t 2006 or 2008 anymore.
Lost in the twitter chaos and YouTube backlash to that Gillette commercial – now the 5th most down voted video in YouTube history is something that really leaps out and grabs you by our apparent toxic natures:
Take a second look. No, it’s not that this commercial doesn’t actually bother discussing anything about shaving.
Catch that? The rolling around in the dirt, trying to get the best position and hold? It’s quite an ancient and historied activity throughout many cultures across the world since the beginning of time. Wrestling. In all of it’s forms. Olympians of old and new, rituals, state competitions, any old tussle in the backyard; it’s apparently a demonstration of the ever widening examples of toxic masculinity.
Everyone apparently sets New Years resolutions on Faceberg to supposedly motivate themselves and look good while doing it to the applause of others trying to do the same thing. A few weeks later and no weights have been lifting, diets undertaken, hobbies started, repairs and construction began, et cetera. We have all been there, done that, and some of us will do the exact same thing again.
However, I have a better idea.
I’ve already seen the smorgasbord of dumb people doing dumb things, specifically the woke SJW types, activists, and those whose entire purpose and drive in life makes them chronically unhappy. We of course solemn shake our heads in unison over the latest meltdown and very potent demonstration and manifestation of that unhappiness and resulting rage and bitterness. It was after all inevitable. Calling out injustice “everywhere” and every new ist and ism that rears its systematic oppressive head takes it toll on one’s sanity and ability to enjoy life.
In this post, I’m going to break quickly break down my income, expenses, and financial situation to show what can and can’t be done. Question is, can you do it?
One of the biggest hurdles and objections we always hear from those in their 20s and 30s is that it’s financially impossible to get married, have kids, find somewhere to live – whichever order that comes in. Yeah, I get it as I am living it. Regardless of what part you are at, the stress is always there.
Now I know you’ve also heard this before, but truth is that very few are often prepared to have kids unless they were born into a trust fund, our ruling class elites, or into very well-off families. Yet somehow all those excluded from those esteemed and wealthy circles somehow manage. So the real question boils down to their quality of life as they manage the day-to-day grind, stresses, unexpected hard situations, job demands and flexibility, etc.
George Orwell said that telling the truth in a time of deceit is a revolutionary act. Of course this quote speaks for itself to us in the Dissident Right and any deviant deplorable with a working knowledge of actual history, but there’s much more to Orwell’s statement then meets our keen eye. In fact, it’s quite pertinent to our “current year”.
Yes, eating a ham sandwich or foodstuff whether modified like a Frankenfood burger from the villainous Monsanto to the vegan activist barista brewing a cup of supposedly ethically sourced coffee beans picked by child slaves in the war torn Congo.
It really doesn’t take much these days, especially when you can spam social media with the food you just gorged on at Chic Fil A or one of Ben & Jerry’s social conscious ice cream flavors for 8$ meant to impress people on your Facebook feed you think are your friends.