Topix Underground

Overlaying these different evolutionary templates on top of one another in the same society has absolutely predictable results: catastrophic failure. It wasn't meant to be. The best treatment of paleolithic cultures in the contemporary world is segregation,  complete isolation like the pre-ag hunter gatherers of North Sentinel Island. The way they live in 2025 is less developed than Mesolithic Europe - 10,000 years ago.  Imagine bringing them to New York, putting them in suits, giving them a stipend and an apartment and wishing them luck with a hardy handshake and a laurel wreath... It's less far fetched than what we are doing and the more it fails, the more frustrated the efforts of enraged "progressives" becomes and the more furiously they try to pound that square peg into the round hole and outlaw any vocal acknowledgement of the fallacies they are trying to force us to believe. Hence the bias in the media the false religion of the wonders of diversity and on and on and on.

Why isn't there widespread mental illness among other wild hominids? No trans? No serial killers? No sadists, career criminals or psychopaths? There's violence among chimps but nothing even close to what we do.   There is an absolute difference in the psycho-intellectual facility of 'Westerners' as opposed to the pre agricultural subgroups. That can't be bought out or deprogrammed. Those matters advance with the forward speed of geological time. Diversity is exactly the opposite of what we should be doing. A high degree of geographic segregation between different human populations. Diversity is in fact cultural poison. It has a corrosive effect on developed societies.

In honor of dick's death, a bit of family history.

There's got to be some gummies in this house. Or some resin...I can always manage one more buzz when things are look bleak...and it's usually a surprisingly good one. And tomorrow, after my wife leaves, I'm cashing out my bitcoin, driving to the Romeo Reefer-Rama and buying a bag of dope and a space helmet.

Much like my Neanderthal progenitors on the plains of Europe, I possess the archaic survival skills of the hunter-gatherer. With winter approaching and provisions running thin, I have tapped one of my left caches buried in the snow. , figuratively speaking of course. My ace in the hole is the little garage sale coffee grinder I use to grind reefer with. It's bright red and someone with my hand writing wrote "cayanne only" (misspelled) on the side with with a black sharpie. The inside of that thing is always caked with a granular substance that I believe the GenZ hippies call "kief" . It has the same properties as hashish - which I miss dearly. I used to put chunks of hash on the point of a safety pin set on a table and light it on fire, then put and orange juice glass over it so the glass fills with hash smoke. Then I'd slide the glass over to the edge of the table and suck that smoke out and hold it until my lungs burst and put on The Doors. 
Anyhow, that's essentially what I just did and I'm whacked out of my gourd because of having quit. I reset my tolerance. Here's the thing about that. If we were back in Neanderthal times and if the earth were in the aforementioned pristine state and the sky at night was blinding and reflective beyond what we could imagine today,  we'd be under the influence of intoxicants as I'm sure they were. And out of that type of very common event that was sure to happen among those superior beings at night when they were sitting around a fire on a beach getting high like I did ten thousand times up in Traverse City, laughing with friends and throwing beer cans and coins into the fire, there could be a record.  It might be dug up ten thousand years from now. Maybe they'll be some pasty-faced bespectacled goofball in Ann Arbor rapt by the ritual and fleshing in the framework of the religion we practiced and the head dresses our shamman wore when he's looking at the charred beer can.  Maybe it was an offering.

I'm a shamman. I'd be the one to convince them that what we were doing was holy not irresponsible and we'd be drinking mescaline and looking at the sky. That's how I'm going to live my life. I'm a GD humanist...one of the last.

I want to live at night a very private and very solitary double life where I get high and wander around in the dark outside in my pajamas with the full Moon and wild animals while I can still do that. No one knows about that shit except me and Gus. My wife doesn't even know. Why would I even bring that up with anyone? They'd never get it. I don't even give a shit about money anymore. I've transcended all that. I'm on a different plane. This was what I have been thinking about my entire life. "self actualization". I read about this. Abraham Maslow. Some book in 1981 I read. The hierarchy of needs. I've been fucking around with this since I was 18. I knew what I had to do. Walk away from my old life or it would never happen and that meant giving up a crazy amount of money and power but it was a clear moral choice of the kind that it so dramatic, stark and high stakes that the chance of it happening to anyone is astronomical and for it to happen to me almost killed me over a period of many years. Abraham Maslow and Jesus..or whoever wrote the New Testament. I'm not religious or even a believer but I read the New Testament many times and one of the phrases that more or less staked me to the ground was that bit about the camel going through the eye of a needle. I so wanted that not to be true. I waged war for a few decades and in the end Thank God I lost. It was true. I don't have any money anymore but I'll be Goddamned if I didn't just fall backward down a flight of stairs for a few decades and  land on my feet without spilling my drink.  There's no way I could have planned this because if I got my way I'd be long gone. It's the long game I could never see because I'm always too busy reliving things that probably never happened  and worrying about things that probably won't happen. I'm going to smoke pot and take pictures of the Moon. That's what I'm going to do.

You will not get there until you give up your hate.

I hate my brother. That is specifically addressed in the literature. My current plan is to outlive him. That won't work.