Harsh Mean Question

It's time you stopped avoiding reality.

We’re going to look at a bitter and unpleasant question today.

And we’ll wade through some ugly answers, and perhaps the process will remove some of the ridiculous self-important preening that takes place on all sides of the political spectrum, but mostly within the ranks of the intelligentsia.

There’s a reason why the intelligentsia are typically singled out and shot during times of great social unrest, upheaval, revolution, and purge.

It’s because they tend to get in the way.

Their overanalytical self-importance is toxic garbage for the common man. They ignore the suffering and effort that is part of life and consequence, and thereby give mortal offense.

It’s because they have always been in the way.

Their presumptuous arrogance from ivory towers is actively injurious, for it leads to manipulation and desecration and degradation of the values and ethics that form the basal effective relational structures within society.

It’s because people who mean real business, want them out of the way.

The intelligentsia have no idea how long simple forbearance of murder has kept them alive. They believe themselves special, entitled to offend without consequence, for of course all and sundry should recognize their special intelligent specialness.

It’s a good, dependable recipe for unheralded slaughter.

The difference between your revolution-butchered intelligentsia and the gammas of Vox Day’s sociosexual hierarchy, an incredibly useful predictive model for male behavior, is vanishingly small indeed.

This is not to append to the SSH or explain it; but rather examine some fallout most do not consider in the crucible of revolution and social collapse.

“Turn and face the wall” isn’t just a meme, after all.

Unless you’re prepared to examine brickwork up close before you’re sprayed across it, you owe it to yourself to consider the behavior that may well be leading you to that final place where there are no more secret kings but only mingled, unidentifiable bones with a Good riddance placard fixed above it.

Now, as Vox Day has repeatedly reminded the public, it’s a silly process for men to analyze the SSH and attempt to declare themselves an Alpha, a Delta, a Sigma, what have you. That’s neither here nor there. Self-important and preening self-assessments aren’t terribly helpful even in the best of times.

In times of incipient civil unrest leading to non-international armed conflict, you’re far better off asking yourself the harsh, mean questions that everyone else is already answering about you:

Why do people want you dead?

If you can’t answer this, you lack insight into the effect of your own behavior.

How badly do people want you dead?

If you can’t answer that, you’ll never change your behavior in time before they arrive.

How helpful is it to have you dead?

If you can’t conceive the social relief your murder brings, you’ll never see it coming.

The harsh reality is that by the time these questions occur to you, everyone else has already answered it where you’re concerned.

And in keeping with the correct approach of behavioral prediction rather than status chasing that the SSH model was designed for, let’s examine how this plays out when hitting the guy with glasses is the inherent rule of the game.

The intelligentsia typically believe that resentment against them stems from disparities in class, intelligence, education, social position, and so on.

Gammas believe people resent them for being secret kings, too.

The intelligentsia often believe that the granularity of their intellectual modeling is proof of their greater fitness to direct policy, society, and the State.

Gammas believe in their own excuses and rationalizations, too.

The intelligentsia routinely expect themselves to be preserved by the incoming revolutionary power, for certainly their specialness and smartness will be of value to the new regime, will it not?

Gammas are inevitably despised and rejected, and intelligentsia are inevitably shot.

It’s the same lack of self-awareness.

It’s the same silly reliance on self-identified placement on a status spectrum, rather than pragmatic, cruel, and clinical assessment of behavioral patterns upon which love, war, and life are in fact structured.

There is no romance in war, much less civil war; those who believe themselves to have a destined place of historic prominence are among the most offensive to the men and women who fight and suffer and sacrifice in the mud and blood and fear and anguished sorrow that conflict irreparably engenders.

The correct revolutionary leader is not romantic about his prospects, nor is he enamored of his role. It’s why succession planning is such a fundamental part of organized opposition to the State.

He knows he’s a target, and that he has earned it.

He is grateful to be a target, for it means God has given him duty.

The training that the Company provides to militants frequently touches on a concept that we refer to as blast zones.

“Blast zones” are defined as the radius within which you don’t want to be, if everything goes absolutely as badly as it possibly can.

Gammas are walking blast zones.

In times of revolution, intelligentsia are also walking blast zones.

There is an important concept to understand here:

It is not that your gammas and intelligentsia are somehow more offensive in behavior during times of civil war, revolution, dystopian anarchy, or other circumstances of kinetic social dysregulation and decomposition.

The truth is that they have always been that offensive.

“Ivan,” asks the Gamma,

“So you’re saying my intelligence means they already want me shot? That’s just imagined fantasies from people who actually can’t handle resentment.”

If you have to ask…

There’s a wondrous corollary to this, if you tumble and turn it.

The actual leaders of insurgent movements, those who do the hard, difficult, and rabidly dangerous work of consciously shaping the direction of history, don’t just assume that their liquidation is desired.

They know it is deserved.

You cannot set yourself against the State;

You cannot set yourself against God;

You cannot set yourself against Men;

And not stumble, sin, and cause yourself to warrant final solution.

Ask yourself the harsh mean questions:

Does the State have the right to defend itself against you?

The State is a tool, after all, in the hands of men who did not reach their position by surrender to preening fantasies in others.

Do you act with sinless purity, never violating the will of God?

You are human, and you are a cursed liar. You deserve death, and will find it, for that is the ending of all lives and all histories, and the denouement is merely God’s timing.

Are men not mortally offended with your behavior?

If your life is lived with sacred purpose, and you fully advance your duty of the State, you will inevitably and unavoidably offend men through your thought, word, and deed as you pursue complete explication of your prerogatives.

The great difference here is in abandonment of ego on the one hand, by those who are sincere, and reliance on ego by those who deserve death on the other.

Has your ego committed crimes that other men would punish?

Are you ready to let go of your ego, cease your preening, and pick up the shovel and the rifle, the sack of bricks instead of your overarching self-regard?

You need to ask these questions of yourself in this astonishing new epoch where infinite information and wealth are instantaneously available, and the military capacity of the average human being has screamed skywards in ways that the commanders of Agincourt or Waterloo could not have imagined.

The Anarchonomicon calls out the latter quite simply:

And of course the Technical, really just the consumer pickup truck, is a logistical marvel and world changing invention for warfare on a par with the warhorse itself. The fact that any ordinary person can transport 1 ton of equipment and themselves 2000 kms in under 24 hrs… RELIABLY, with equipment many already own. Is a world changing fact people STILL have not internalized the extraordinary relevance of.

The World wars were fought before this was the case (the Germans were still mostly using horses in WW2) and for most of the Cold War the majority of the world was too poor for this to be relevant… The reality of this massive shift in speed and logistical flexibility to light unarmored forces has by no means stopped revolutionizing the battlefield.

You know anyone with a pickup truck?

You can haul a ton of slaughtered intelligentsia out from the spattered wall just as quickly as you can bring ordnance in.

You can send a drone through the window of the Gamma’s home with quite a bit more speed and a hell of a lot less work than it takes to listen to him bitch as you turn him in his blindfold.

It’s become very easy, and your denouement isn’t far off but right down the block.

The point is this, my friend, as you read through all the material from the Hard Right, the Hard Left, and examine your own role and future in this Age of Militants:

Ask the harsh mean question.

“Does my behavior warrant murder?”

Answer from the other side.

If you can’t do that; if you cannot truly see that in war, the answer is always yes…

You’re a walking blast zone.

And your own side will be rid of you as quickly as possible when the shooting starts.

You’ll deserve it, too, despite those prophylactic social glasses you wear as indicia of the intelligentsia. Your conviction that your own firing squad is losing the “real” argument is one more reason for exhalations of grossly general relief after confirmation of your coup de grâce.

If there were ever a reason to focus on your behavior, this is it.

If there is ever a time to prepare yourself for reality, it is now.

If you consider yourself intelligentsia, your blast zone is very bad.

Your murder is already prepared by both sides in the conflict.

No one can stand you, for you are inherently offensive.

Fuck you, fix it.

You offer no value, for you have not labored with your brothers.

Fuck you, earn it.

You will shrive yourself of this behavioral horridness or suffer for it.

No parley, no quarter.

We at the Company recognize the dreadful fear that comes with late realization that you are way, way out over your skis. It is understandable, but nonetheless deserves no pity, but only encouragement and training where there is will to adapt and grow.

Figure yourself out.

Determine what you really bring to the table in the Third World War.

Decide that you’ll be of real value to your fellow man, the brother beside you in the trench, without belief in your superiority or special predestination of favor.

For there is no respect of persons with God.

You must, with sincere humility and desire, seek to know your actual worth.

Then act like it and fulfill it.

It’s the most important demand of all:

That demand is Operational Excellence ("OpEx") to the Minimum Viable ("MV") standard of performance. Your capacity to understand, and personally deliver, on this gradient of human capital and leadership viability is the foundation of your usefulness in the times of extreme political, economic, and military decomposition which rapidly consume nations and cultures.

Stop worrying about your imagined social prominence and value.

Get started on fixing your behavior this very day and hour.

There’s war in the wind, and the smell of blood is on it.

It will include yours if you do not correct yourself.

Start with the complimentary Raw Human Capital assessment of the Company. It’s there for a reason, and that reason is to make positive, strong use of you in the difficult, tumultuous, and challenging days ahead.

We don’t do ego, and we recommend you drop yours.

Unless you plan to die for it, with it, and because of it.

We don’t. We intend to win, no matter how cruel it gets.

C’est la vie, c’est l’amour, c’est la guerre.

Grand rising!