In days of yore I would have given a shit. But since society wants to tie real men's hands behind their back and make retribution illegal, I just can't give a shit.
Time marches on and whether we have immortal souls or not, sooner or later our bodies shall go the way of all flesh. Thus in the short term the question is, what shall happen to us?, but in the long term the question is, what shall happen to those who follow us?
Being childless makes the second question largely moot, as there is no reason to concern oneself with a posterity that one declined to create, although if extended family ties are strong one might take an interest in the posterity of siblings and cousins. Such a choice is the right of any sophont with agency over his or her reproduction and the liberty to exercise that agency. (The first being personal, the second being societal: A true condition of liberty implies various natural rights but liberty is artificial, expensive, and quite difficult to maintain.)
Still, it may be a cheap aphorism but it's nonetheless true that the future belongs to the children of those who have them. Those who seek to create such a posterity can't just enjoy the decline, we've got to figure out what comes after the decline and prepare for it.
Perhaps we can avert it, but if we don't we're in for a particularly vicious visit by the Gods of the Copybook Headings when they in terror and slaughter return. That's what a man who finds what he hopes is a unicorn to breed with needs to get ready for, the potential for local collapse as the decline reaches a nadir.
that's just disgusting. having crossed the 40 mark, I've determined 26 to be the approximate age girls turn to look like wopmen, 25 and under; they look like children to me; I do not know how I found them attractive when I was 18.
for those that have had enough, I woul say to pick a decade you last liked and live in it as much as possible. for me, it's the 1980s; Reagan was in charge, I could be friends with blacks and Mexicans without being a racist, the thug culture was only for thugs, cars only had lap belts and movies and tv were great in that decade. the country can go straight to hell and seems to be doing exactly that and there is not one dam thing I can do about it; so I'm just going to stick with the 80s; I'm even looking at a 1980 vette.
Time marches on and whether we have immortal souls or not, sooner or later our bodies shall go the way of all flesh. Thus in the short term the question is, what shall happen to us?, but in the long term the question is, what shall happen to those who follow us?
ReplyDeleteBeing childless makes the second question largely moot, as there is no reason to concern oneself with a posterity that one declined to create, although if extended family ties are strong one might take an interest in the posterity of siblings and cousins. Such a choice is the right of any sophont with agency over his or her reproduction and the liberty to exercise that agency. (The first being personal, the second being societal: A true condition of liberty implies various natural rights but liberty is artificial, expensive, and quite difficult to maintain.)
Still, it may be a cheap aphorism but it's nonetheless true that the future belongs to the children of those who have them. Those who seek to create such a posterity can't just enjoy the decline, we've got to figure out what comes after the decline and prepare for it.
Perhaps we can avert it, but if we don't we're in for a particularly vicious visit by the Gods of the Copybook Headings when they in terror and slaughter return. That's what a man who finds what he hopes is a unicorn to breed with needs to get ready for, the potential for local collapse as the decline reaches a nadir.
The Day Of The Rope draws closer.
ReplyDelete"Amin, now 29, said she was betrothed to her first cousin Tariq when she was just 8 and he was 21."
ReplyDeleteUn-fucking-believable. Hooray, multiculturalism.
that's just disgusting. having crossed the 40 mark, I've determined 26 to be the approximate age girls turn to look like wopmen, 25 and under; they look like children to me; I do not know how I found them attractive when I was 18.
ReplyDeletefor those that have had enough, I woul say to pick a decade you last liked and live in it as much as possible. for me, it's the 1980s; Reagan was in charge, I could be friends with blacks and Mexicans without being a racist, the thug culture was only for thugs, cars only had lap belts and movies and tv were great in that decade. the country can go straight to hell and seems to be doing exactly that and there is not one dam thing I can do about it; so I'm just going to stick with the 80s; I'm even looking at a 1980 vette.