Incest has a stigma attached to it that often leads to social shame and degradation. Incest is defined as having sexual relations with a blood relative, that is the simple definition. However, incest delves much deeper than meets the eye.
Just food for thought, but in this article, we will be giving some historical context on the different forms of incest, and explore what kind is more tolerable, versus what is not.
The reason why incest is not encouraged started out with concerns that are more biological in nature than it is social. Because if the blood of both parents are too similar, then their offspring would have an increased chance of developing autism, and/or sickle cell, among other diseases.
For that reason, infant mortality chances are higher. Not only that, but the expectancy for a normal quality of life diminishes if the product of incest survives infancy. It so turns out that there is an advantage to mixing one’s blood, whether racially or familially.
Because if one family has a history of cancer, and the other family’s genes are stronger, that cancer may possibly skip a generation, or be rinsed from both their bloodline all together.
Incest was not uncommon among early humans, as there is evidence of it taking place throughout medevial Europe. It only became a social stigma in recent history, and for really good reason. It served to prevent the birth of more inbred morons. But what if I told you that almost everyone on earth is somehow related?
It is no secret that the population of humans on earth has boomed over the last century. At the turn of the common era, there were only two civilizations on earth who kept census records, the Roman Empire and the Chinese silk road.
There were other tribes on earth at the time, but they were few in number, and mostly scattered across the earth. The global population was estimated to be around one hundred million people.
Most oriental people are said to be descendants of Genghis Khan, as he is believed to have fathered many children throughout his lifetime. If that claim is true, then almost all Asian people are somehow related.
In 1066 CE, the Normans invaded England during the Battle of Hastings. They conquered the anglo-saxons, and William I was crowned king. William was believed to have fathered many children, so it is commonly believed that many modern British people are descendants of King William.
With this occurrence taking place in China and England, we can assume that it is a recurring practice of Kings and Emperors throughout all civilizations.
One can only expect that the same is true of King Solomon being the common ancestor of many jews, or Julius Caesar being the common ancestor of the people living in most modern countries that are former Roman provinces.
It was widely known that Kings and Emperors had many concubines. The more vast his power, the more concubines he had. Some of those concubines were commoners who wanted to mix their blood with royalty.
And what king would refuse the advances of an attractive, voluptuous seductress? The more concubines he had, the greater his chances of spreading his seed.
Migration and settlement patterns throughout the centuries would see that king’s blood travel to all corners of the earth, and as such, the likelihood of being related to people from distant lands have increased.
Fast forward to the turn of the 20th century, and the global population has grown past one billion. This is good for trade and commerce, because the 20th century saw a paradigm shift in the west, where the economy went from being largely agricultural, to being industrial. A large population would fuel the workforce that is needed to sustain an industrialized economy.
The population further increased shortly after the second world war, as the world witnessed the largest baby boom in all the history of the world up until that point, hence how that generation got their name. The population was then around five billion strong, and would increase to seven billion over the next 60 years.
In 2024, we are 8 billion strong, and most of us are related by blood in some way, yet that hasn’t stopped the population from increasing even more. The population is estimated to reach ten billion people globally by 2050.
When you see a girl you like, and you decide to ask her out, chances are, you are asking out your cousin. But that’s ok, so long as she is not your first cousin.
Needless to say, having sexual relations with parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles are unacceptable. Particularly because there is a power dynamic between parent and child. Even if all parties involved are consenting adults, it leaves one to wonder why the child thinks incest is normal.
Siblings are still too close. Even though they are in the same age group, there are still too many similarities in their blood that would have a negative impact on their offsprings.
Then there are kissing cousins.
The nobility have been known to marry first cousins so as to keep the wealth within their bloodline. Working class white puritans also marry their first cousins to keep their bloodline from mixing with another race. As there is no way of them knowing whether or not a white person outside of their family is purely white.
Those two groups commit incest for a specific reason, then there are those who commit incest just because they feel like it, and they just don’t care what anyone else thinks. Or they were raised like that, and they think it is normal.
First cousins are entirely too close in blood. Third cousins, I think, are safer. But even fifth cousins are still too close for my taste. If I meet a super random stranger, and she just so happens to be related to me, she is likely to be a 10th cousin, or perhaps more distant, which is fine.
While relationships between very distant relatives may technically involve shared blood, they do not carry the same risks or social stigmas as closer relations. Therefore, such relationships are often not considered incest in the conventional sense.
It is no secret that hedonism often gets a bad rap. It is often confused with narcissism, and people who openly practice varying forms of hedonism are frequently the subject of envy and ridicule.
Perhaps hedonism receives a bad reputation because people do not fully understand it. They think they know what it is, but if that was the case, it would be clear that what they are actually alluding to is decadence. But what is the difference?
Hedonism is defined as living so as to extract the most amount of pleasure with the least amount of pain. That is not to say that they are lazy, for a hedonist will choose to make sacrifices under the right conditions, and for the right reasons. The only rule for a hedonist in order for him to willfully make a sacrifice is that it has to be worth it to him.
All hedonists have a vested interest in sustainability, some more materialistic than others. A hedonist may choose to indulge in worldly pleasures, but it is not coming from a worldly place. A true hedonist can be satisfied with less, so long as he is safe and comfortable, a decadent infidel cannot.
Decadence is defined as senseless and needless overindulgence in materialism, often at the expense of others. An infidel cannot comfortably co-exist with a hedonist, knowing that they are equally sustained. It won’t be long before the infidel tries to sabotage the hedonist, hoping it will somehow prove him to be more superior.
An infidel needs the dichotomy of winners and losers in order for his world to make sense. He thrives on sadistic chaos, while the hedonist thrives on hedonistic chaos.
By that, I mean to say that a hedonist will find order in the chaos of self-sovereignty, which is hedonistic chaos. While the decadent infidel will seek to sabotage the hedonist’s transcendence into self-sovereignty, causing sadistic chaos.
Though decadence is mostly sadistic, there is also a masochistic element to it. As there are some decadent infidels who will binge on food and wine to the point of nausea. Then they will vomit to make room so they can binge some more, as was the case during the final days of the Roman empire. But the practice of gluttony is not unique to them. Wherever there is decadence, you are sure to find gluttony.
That form of indulgence is not the hedonistic way, as there is no vomiting in our world. Sure, we may love to indulge, but not to the point of self-inflicted abuse and degradation. Overindulgence is not true pleasure, only a smoke screen to mask misery. Our mantra is pleasure and happiness all the way, but everything in moderation.
I even have a personal rule that I do not go out to indulge unless I take care of house first. That means, the bills have to be paid, the fridge has to be filled, the trash has to be emptied, the floor mopped and the bed made.
In that way, whenever I do go out, there is nothing on my mind that could steal my joy. I am also reassured that when I return home, I can step into an orderly house. If you find everything intact as you left it, you can be certain there were no intruders while you were away, an added benefit.
Sometimes when you clean, you find something under a table that you didn’t even remember owning. How can you be certain of the things you own if you won’t even clean? Those who practice decadence would never clean their own house. It is either that they choose to live in filth, or they clean their house begrudgingly if they have no one else to do it for them.
Decadence is a disease, and one of the mind. It is usually what happens whenever a civilization is on the brink of collapse, as more people tend to overindulge as a means to cope with life’s complexities. There is evidence of upheaval even in the name itself, as decadence comes from decay.
Decadence was commonly practiced towards the end of the Roman empire, and history is now repeating itself throughout the west. Hedonists indulge, while infidels overindulge, the difference lies in one’s mindset.
Vince was at the end of the road. As he laid alone in a hospital bed, he looked back on his life. He thought about all that it had encompassed. The highs and lows, all his achievements and failures, his strengths and weaknesses. The things he could have done differently. He thought about all his children, and how much he loved them.
Then he thought about his regrets. He thought about his dead wife, and the stormy night she was brutally raped and murdered by a lone madman. The thought that he wasn’t there to save her made him very angry. Yet a bittersweet smile crept across his aged face at the thought that he will finally be able to see her again. He closed his eyes, and then transcends into the vast unknown.
…
He awakens to find himself in a house somewhere. It is not his house, and he has no idea where he is. But somehow, everything feels so familiar. He climbs out of bed, puts on his robe as if it were a daily routine, and goes downstairs, where he sees a man he instantly recognizes.
“Finally awake, I see!” The man says, wearing a ‘kiss the cook’ apron. “You must be hungry, let’s get some grub in you,” he continues with a love thy neighbor smile on his face. Vince looks perplexed.
“I made bacon and hashbrowns, I hope you like it,” The man continues, pouring Vince a glass of orange juice from a glass pitcher. “They’re freshly squeezed! Handpicked them this morning from the garden. I hope you find it to your liking.” The man places a plate of bacon and hashbrowns with the glass of orange juice in front of Vince, who is now seated at the dining table.
Vince looks down at his plate, then up at the man who is smiling from ear to ear the entire time. “What’s the matter? You haven’t said a word.” “I know… I know you,” Vince says, shaking with emotions, “I know who you are.” The man continues to smile.
“What’s the matter, don’t you recognize me?” Vince asks. “I understand that you are probably confused, and that you must have a lot of questions on your…” “… why are you being so nice to me?” Vince confrontationally gets up from around the dining table. “Is this some kind of trick, or something? Don’t you remember what you did?”
Just then, a woman enters the room. “It smells mighty good in here. What are you…” Tears well up in her eyes the moment she lays eyes on Vince. “Vince!” “Claudette!” They both tearfully embrace each other rather intensely, then they both pull from each other. “Claudette, it’s you! It’s really you!” He takes her in thoroughly. They tearfully kiss and embrace yet again. The man stands there smiling the entire time.
They break from their embrace, and Vince looks at the man. “Claudette, what are you doing here with this man after all he has done?” “I don’t understand! All he has done was to help me make breakfast.” “No, that’s not all he has done. Don’t you remember?” “Vince, honey! I know you must have a lot on your…” “…why does everyone keep thinking I’m confused, or something? Did this man hurt you?”
“No, he didn’t!” “Is he holding us both here against our will?” “Vince, baby! All he has done was that he offered to come over to help me prepare for your arrival.” “My arrival?” “Yes Vince, your arrival.” “Do you know where you are man?” The man asks. “I remember waking up in this house that feels strangely familiar to me. But I’ve never been here before.”
Claudette and the man stand silently by.
“I don’t really remember much before that. But if you are both here, and I know that you are both dead, then I must also be dead. That’s got to be it. I must be dead, and this is some kind of an afterlife. An afterlife, or perhaps it is some kind of purgatory if that man is here with us after everything he has done. Claudette, we are good people, right? I mean, we worked hard all our lives, only to end up getting the crappy end of the stick. What did we do to end up in hell with this monster?”
“Does this really feel like any of us are in hell?” Claudette asks. She pulls back the drapes to reveal a man mowing their lawn. “Haiyya neighbors!” The man smiles and waves at them as she waves back. “Are you kidding me? Don’t you know who that is?” Vince asks. “That’s your brother, Steve,” Claudette replies.
“That no good brother of mine told a lie to get me in trouble back when we were kids. I ended up missing the school dance because I was grounded for a week. And as if that wasn’t enough, he stole my sports memorabilia when we were in our twenties. It was a collector’s item. I was never truly able to get over the hurt of his betrayal. If I wasn’t sure before, now I know. We are definitely in hell.”
“Vince, you’ve got it all wrong,” Claudette tries pleading with him, “Both men have been nothing but helpful in preparing for your arrival. Steve offered to help mow the lawn, and Eddy offered to help make breakfast.” “Really? Eddy? Are you going by first names now, or something?” “Vince, please!” “Do you need me to spell it out for you?”
“Eddy broke into our house one dark, stormy night. Eddy raped you at gunpoint. Eddy murdered you in cold blood as you begged for your life. Eddy had no remorse as he was pulling the trigger. All your begging and pleading probably only helped him get his rocks off like the sadistic son of a bitch he really is. Can’t you see that this is all just an act to get us to drop our guard. This food could be poisoned for all we know.”
Vince angrily smashes his uneaten breakfast plate into the wall before running out into the yard, still wearing his robe. Claudette and Eddy run out after him. They find him sitting on a tree stump in the backyard. Claudia put her arms around him from behind, stroking the side of his face.
“Don’t worry about the plate Vince, I’ll fix you another. It’s impossible to waste food in heaven, so vast is the abundance.” He gazes confusingly into her eyes.
“Look, what happened to me took place on earth a long time ago. Yes, I was hurt and confused when Eddy first arrived into heaven. It brought back a lot of bad memories about the night he killed me. But after a while, I learned to forgive. I had to learn to get those pesky little cobwebs out of my head if I wanted to be happy.”
“I just don’t understand any of this. How could he have gotten into heaven? How could you think to forgive this monster after the way he ruined our lives?”
“I don’t really know why I chose to forgive him, come to think of it. I probably just figured that only good people come to heaven. And that if he was able to make it here, then somehow he must have done something good to make up for all the bad that he has done during his life on earth.”
“But how could this low life have made it into heav…” “…I heard raised voices,” Steve says, running over to them, “Is everything ok?” “Steve, what are you doing here? I haven’t seen you in over 60 years. Don’t you remember what you did to me?”
“I understand that you are probably upset with me, brother, and I honestly can’t say that I blame you. But what happened on earth took place a long time ago.” “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell him, Steve…” “…you stay out of this, asshole. No one’s talking to you.”
“Vince, please!” Claudette interrupts before she continues, “Eddy apologized to me over 40 years ago when he first arrived, and he would like to extend you the same courtesy, so does your brother. Look, I didn’t ask them to come over. They volunteered, knowing how difficult it would be. Your parents wanted to come too, but they couldn’t make it. They wanted to apologize for kicking you out the house when you turned 18. They were hoping they could see you tomorrow, so you all could talk about it.”
“I haven’t thought about that in such a long time,” tears welling up. “I had nowhere to go, so I ended up on the street during the worst winter of my discontent. Then my girlfriend wrote me a letter saying that she was pregnant. I didn’t want to be a deadbeat, so I had to figure it out. The fastest decision I could make at the time was to enlist in the service. Even though I really didn’t want to join, I did it anyway. I did it for my kid.”
Vince continues, “I came back home with a bunch of shell shock and recurring nightmares about my buddies getting maimed and killed in battle. Nightmares about the time I got captured by the Viet-cong. I was held and tortured as a POW for six months until I was found and rescued by allied forces. Once home, I became a violent drunk. I was of no use to myself, let alone my kid, and I didn’t want him to see me in such a despicable state. Sure enough, my first marriage didn’t last much longer.”
“I remember you telling me about it when we first got married. You were in a great deal of pain. I’m really sorry that you took that pain with you into death,” Claudette says.
Silence fills the air.
“Vince, I’m really sorry for what I put you and Claudette through,” Eddy says, “I had no right to ruin your lives like I did.” “Vince, I’m sorry for all the things I put you through, bro. You have been nothing but good to me and my wife, and I see now that my ego wasn’t worth losing a brother like you over,” Steve says.
“How come you are only sorry now? Why weren’t you sorry back on earth?” “I really don’t know what to tell you there Vince,” Steve answers. “Oh, you don’t know? Well you know what? You, Eddy and my folks can all take your fake apologies and go fuck yourselves with it.” “Vince, we’re only trying to help you for your own good. Try to understand.” Claudette pleads with him.
“To answer your initial question, Vince. The reason why I think we didn’t have an incentive to apologize back on earth is because we were living in the flesh, and the flesh is full of pride and ego.”
“Eddy is right! Once we shed our flesh, we also shed our ego, which makes it easier for things like apologies and forgiveness.” “I think the boys are on to something, Vince. But in your case, your ego must be especially strong. Because you have shed your flesh, but your ego is still intact.”
“I have never seen anything like it. Someone whose ego remains intact after dying,” Eddy says, “And I have been here 40 years already.” “Vince, you’ve always been pretty darn stubborn, ever since we were kids. But I never counted on you being able to keep your ego intact after dying. I just don’t know how you do it bro.”
“How soon after dying before most people shed their ego?” Vince asks. “Usually right at the point of death, or in the days leading up to death. Either way, they shed their ego before they are able to reach heaven,” Steve says. “Your case must be a rare exception. Truly unprecedented!” Eddy says.
“Perhaps it just takes longer for Vince to shed his ego, than it does for other folks to shed theirs. Obviously he made it into heaven somehow,” Steve says. “I’ll have you fine gentlemen know that my man is a good one, thank you kindly. He’s just a bit stubborn at times, that’s all,” Claudette says.
“Give it some time Vince, everything will be alright. I know you’ll grow to like it here in time, and you and I can make up for lost times.”
“I would love that very much.”
He ponders on that thought for a moment.
“Ok Claudette, I’ll do it. I’ll try and shed my ego for your sake.” “It’s a deal!” Eddy says as he reaches to shake Vince’s hand, who reciprocates rather reluctantly. “Well alrighty then, I guess it’s settled,” Claudette says as she embraces him. “Now let’s all get back inside the house and eat breakfast.”
As time goes by, Vince and Claudette rekindle their lives together. Vince and Eddy become really good friends and neighbors, as they work together on many community projects. From painting, to drain cleaning to barbecues to butter churning. He even manages to make amends with his parents for any unresolved feelings of betrayal and neglect that he may have been holding onto all his life.
As Vince learns to forgive, his ego starts fading away slowly but surely. He takes on a more youthful appearance, and his personality becomes more playful. Vince, Claudette and Eddy grow really close over time, and are often seen playfully running through the water sprinklers as if they were kids again. All is right with the world. Then one day, it happens.
“I can’t take another day of this.” Vince smashes his uneaten breakfast plate into the wall again. “I’ve barely spent a month living in this lousy dump, and I’m damn near out of my mind already.” “Vince honey, what’s wrong? You were doing so well.” “Yeah buddy! Tell us what’s wrong,” Eddy says. “Your dumb ass is what’s wrong, and I’m not your buddy,” he yells, pointing his finger at Eddy.
“There’s something awfully screwy about this whole operation. I tell ya, this isn’t right.” “But look how much younger you’ve gotten, and your ego is almost completely gone. Why would you want to go back to living in a way that has made you so unhappy for most of your life?” Claudette asks.
“I don’t know! Maybe it’s because it’s the only thing I’ve known all my life. Maybe it’s because this whole thing feels so unnatural to me. I don’t know! Whatever it is, I don’t like people messing with my free will.”
“But if that free will came from your ego, doesn’t that make it a bad thing?” Claudette asks. “Bad as it may be, it can’t be worse than messing with your free will,” Vince replies. “Does your free will matter more to you than your happiness?” Eddy asks. “Stay out of this asshole, I’m talking to my wife.” Vince yells, pointing his finger at Eddy.
“I don’t know how everybody else in this godforsaken shithole does it, but it is not my free will to forgive my wife’s attacker. Let alone be friends with the guy. Perhaps I was mistaken, but I see now clear as day that heaven is not paradise for me. If this place is going to manipulate me into betraying my free will, then heaven for me is actually hell.”
“Do you think you would be much happier going to the other place then?” Eddy asks. “I don’t know! Probably so!” Vince stares at Eddy rather curiously.
“You know, you still haven’t answered my question.”
“What question?”
“How did you make it into this so-called heaven after everything you have done back on earth? You’re not a true believer, or anything like that are you?”
“Do you really want the truth, man?”
“Yes, I do!”
“Do you remember my execution?”
“How could I forget, I was there. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
“Do you remember my final words before they pulled the lever that fried my brain?”
“You said that you accepted Jesus Christ as your lord and savior. That’s all you said.”
“That’s all I had to say. After that, it was a done deal, my salvation was secure. The moment they pulled that lever, I knew I would wake up in eternal paradise.”
“Did you really mean what you said, or were you just taking advantage of someone who died on the cross two thousand years ago?”
“Obviously I made it into heaven somehow, so you tell me.”
“I’m asking you.”
“It doesn’t really matter.”
“It matters to me.”
“What does it matter if I shed my ego at the point of death? As long as we’re all here, and I’ve made amends, that’s all that matters.”
“To you, maybe!”
Vince turns to Claudette.
“Can you believe this fucking guy? He somehow managed to make it into heaven without truly repenting. All he had to do was recite some kind of sinner’s prayer, or something. Which he waited until he was certain he would die before doing. Yet there are good people back on earth who lived their whole lives wondering if they are worthy of entering heaven. How insulting?”
“He never told me how he made it into heaven. I just assumed that he was a good person who made some mistakes, and genuinely repented,” Claudette says. “You always try to see the good in people, and it ended up being your undoing.”
He then turns to Eddy.
“It wasn’t enough that you raped her once? You had to track her down the moment you arrived in heaven to take advantage of her a second time. It’s just never enough for you, is it? What’s your problem with my wife, man? What did she ever do to you?” Vince shoves Eddy up against a wall.
“Stop it, both of you. I can’t take this anymore with the two of you always at each other’s throats. Why can’t we all just get along?” “How do you expect us to get along if there are two mortal enemies in the same room? Do you honestly still believe that this place is heaven?” “I don’t know what to think anymore.”
“Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to move on after you died? You know how much pain I went through to deny my nature just to atone for my mistakes, in hopes of having a shot of making it into heaven just so I could see you again? And all this motherfucker had to do was recite some phony sinner’s prayer. What a waste of effort on my part?”
“But your nature is still intact, so what have you really accomplished?” Eddy asks. “I don’t know! The only thing I do know is that I really don’t want to be here anymore.” “You can’t be serious!” Claudette exclaimes. “No, I’m serious. I’m done!” “Why don’t you give it some more time? Think things through?” “Because there’s really nothing to think about.”
“Would you rather risk losing eternal abundance in favor of going to the shadow realm? That, from what we heard, is far worse than the temporary readjustment period that you are going through here.” Claudette asks. “As long as there is no agenda to manipulate my free will, then it’s worth a shot. What have I got to lose?” “Everything, if you don’t come to your senses,” Claudette says.
“Vince, listen to your wife for once. Here, we have everything. We literally don’t have to work, or do anything but hang out all day.” “I really don’t need to be taking no advice from a rapist and murderer. Plus, I’m not lazy like you. I don’t mind working for it, and figuring things out on my own. So long as my free will remains intact.”
“Vince, please! Listen to reason. You don’t know what you are saying, it’s horrible down there. The fire never dies, and there is no water to quench thirst.” “Look, my mind is made up, ok. Now who can I talk to about this?”
“I am the way, the truth, and the life. None can come to The Father, except through The Son.” “Jesus fucking Christ, who the hell is this dude supposed to be? “They call him, The Son.” Claudette replies. “And how did you get in here?”
“I literally manifested out of thin air just now,” The Son replies. “Whoa, that was fast. I didn’t think he’d get here so soon,” Eddy says. “Thank God you’re here. Maybe you can talk some sense into my husband. He’s been talking like a crazy person.” “And yet I’ve never felt better.”
“Ok, let me try to understand this. So you would rather spend eternity in the shadow realm because you feel like there’s some kind of conspiracy to manipulate your free will here in heaven. Right?”
“The whole thing just seems so unnatural. Ever since I got here, I have felt an unusual urge to forgive the people I despise. And it took every ounce of strength in me, just to keep a clear mind. But now, I’ve had it.”
“Is that all you have to say?”
“No, that’s not all. I also think it’s rather hypocritical of you, that there are good people in hell right now whose only crime is that they don’t believe in you. Yet a wretched despicable murderer like Eddy can make it into heaven, simply by reciting the sinner’s prayer. And you just accept it as proof that he believes in you. Has it ever occurred to you that he recited the sinner’s prayer, just as a ‘get out of hell’ free card?”
“The people in hell who you think are so good, deserve to go to hell because they are atheists.”
“Atheism is not a measure of morality, or the lack thereof. Unless you truly don’t give a damn about morality.”
“I do, but believing in me is important, too.”
“How could you be so petty? I don’t respect you, sir.”
“Why would you punish someone for choosing to use their free will to believe whatever they want? It’s their choice whether or not they want to believe in you, but they shouldn’t be punished for it. They should only be punished if they did something wrong that warrants them being punished. The first amendment of the American constitution places a much greater emphasis on freedom than you do.”
“Look, I understand that you are upset, but rules are rules, and you just have to follow them.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Look, if that’s all you have to say, then all I have left is that I just want to be free. Cost it what it will.”
“But it’s horrible down there.”
“So I keep hearing. But perhaps freedom is the sinner’s paradise. The right to choose for themselves. The right to be who they want to be.”
“You should know that once you get there, you can never come back. You will be stuck down there for eternity. Is that really what you want?” “Whatever man, I’ll take my chances.”
“I guess there’s no point in keeping you here if doing so would make you unhappy, but Claudette stays here with us.”
“Why are you so controlling? Why don’t you let the lady speak for herself?”
“Alright then, I will!”
Vince turns to Claudette, but before he could utter a word, she says, “I want to stay here in this abundant, familiar space surrounded by the people I love.”
“Even if it means being neighbors with the man who raped you?”
“Yes, but you can go if you feel it will make you truly happy. I love you, and I will miss you dearly, but if your freedom and happiness is more important to you, then I want you to be happy.”
Vince and Claudette intensely stare into each other’s eyes before tearfully embracing one last time. “Go be happy bro, you deserve it.” Eddy pats Vince on the shoulder. Vince holds Claudette by the cheeks, and wipes away her tears. “Thank you for being so understanding. I will love you till the end of time.” She cries harder upon hearing that.
They embrace, and hold each other’s hands.
“I will never forget this.”
“I love you,” she tearfully whispers softly as he pulls away from her and walks away. She runs after Vince as both he and The Son disappear together. Devastated and heartbroken, she cries really hard on Eddy’s shoulder as he consoles her.
…
At the entrance to a nightclub, the muffled sound of really fast Techno music can be heard playing from outside the venue. A horned bouncer with glowing red eyes can be seen unhooking the extension cord to let patrons inside the event. Vince, who was waiting in line, is about to be next.
When he gets to the front, the bouncer says to him in a low, coarse voice, “welcome to Club Hades. May all your dreams come true.” “Thank you!” Vince replies, “It’s an honor to be here.” The bouncer places a vip wristband around Vince’s wrist, and smiles at him as he lets him into the club.
Inside the venue, the music is much louder, and the dance floor is moderately packed. Some patrons can be seen dancing the night away, rubbing up against each other. Some are drinking at the bar, while others are passed out from having too much to drink. As Vince is walking around the venue, he notices a voluptuous seductress with demon horns and glowing red eyes seductively smirking at him.
Vince decides to order a drink. He goes over to the bar, and orders a bloody mary. The bartender checks Vince’s wristband with his flashlight, then says to him. “Oh, the man of the hour. I see that you are the owner’s special guest. He’s waiting for you over in the vip section.” As Vince goes upstairs to vip, he notices an old acquaintance waiting for him at the top.
“Well if it isn’t my man, Vince.” “Rick old friend, so good to see you again.” The two do their special handshake. Vince and Rick walk over to the lounge, where they sit in one of the booths.
“Are you comfortable?”
“Sure am!”
“When I heard that you were here, I had to come see for myself. You are the last person I would expect to find here.”
“After living a life of hell on earth, I figured the real thing couldn’t be any much worse than that. So I had to come see for myself.”
A moment of silence fills the air.
“Believe it or not, I was actually in the other place first.”
“Really!”
“Yeah! Then I found it wasn’t quite to my liking, so I asked to come here instead.”
“That’s incredible, I didn’t know you could switch sides so easily. After dying, I mean.”
“Well apparently I did.”
“Well it’s no wonder the owner wants to see you. He should be here any minute now.”
“You remember Eddy?”
“Who? You mean the maniac who killed Claudette?”
“The one and the same.”
“Yeah! What about him?”
“They wanted to erase my will, and force me to forgive him. Worse than that, they actually expected us to act like we are pals.”
“Wait, you actually saw him while you were up there?”
“Sure did!”
“How did he make it into heaven?”
“Well supposedly he repented right before he was executed.”
“And they just let him right on in there? Just like that?”
“Yup!”
“What kind of screwball place is that anyway?”
“I know, that’s what I said.”
They both laughed.
“Everybody else was under some kind of weird spell, except me. The worst part about all of that was that Claudette would rather stay up there and be friends with her rapist than to come down here with me.”
“Imagine that!”
“I know! They may have gotten to her somehow, but they didn’t get me.”
“That’s probably why they kicked you out of heaven.”
“Probably! Or it could just be that they made an exception in my case. Whatever it is, I sure am glad that’s over.”
Just then, a tall, shadowy figure with glowing red eyes approached the booth. “Vince, I’ve heard a lot of promising things about you,” he says in a low, thunderous voice. As he steps out into the light, it is revealed that he is wearing a dark suit, and has the horns of a ram goat.
He possesses a powerful aura. More powerful than anyone else in the room. Just as the two men were about to stand to shake his hand, the man insisted, “No, no, no, please don’t stand on my account.”
“My name is Natas, I’m the owner of Club Hades,” he gestures for a handshake. “Did you say your name is Nathan?” Vince asks as he reciprocates the handshake across the table while seated. “No, I said Natas, The Goat. Because I am the Greatest Of All Time.”
“That’s a peculiar name.”
“I get that a lot.”
“But a nice name, though.”
“Flattery gets you nowhere with me,” he jokes while smiling at Vince.
“You must be tired from your trip.” A waitress appears by the mere snap of Natas’ finger. “Three bloody marys if you would be so kind.” “Right away, sir!” She disappears, and reappears with the order instantaneously. She smiles at Vince before disappearing again.
“Vince, you look tired from your trip.” Vince has been wearing the same clothes he left heaven with. But by the snap of Natas’ mighty finger, he was now clean shaven with a cool new haircut, and wearing a suit. They all raise their glasses, “a toast to my new friend Vince, and his arrival at our club.” “May friendships last forever,” Vince smiles. “CHEERS!”
“Vince was just telling me that he would much rather be here if it meant having his freedom,” Rick says. “Yeah, so I heard. This place gets a pretty bad rap. So I think it’s actually really commendable that anyone would be willing to brave the trip, regardless of what they might have heard. I guess that’s why he gets the vip treatment,” Natas says. “Oh yes, well deserved,” Rick replies.
“So Vince, how does it feel to be a chartered member of Club Hades?” Natas asks. “For a place that is said to be the pit of eternal punishment, everybody here seems to be having a really great time so far,” Vince says while taking a sip of his bloody mary. “The only pit here is a barbecue pit,” Rick jokes. “Let the good times roll.” “I know that’s right.” They all drink and laugh together.
“You know, I think this booth could use a bit of a woman’s touch,” Natas says as he claps his hands twice. Almost immediately thereafter, two really hot seductresses levitated over to their table. “Slimthicc, just the way I like ‘em,” Vince says.
“Pick one!” Natas says. “It’s kinda hard to choose, they’re both really hot,” Vince replies. “Well in that case, have ‘em both,” Natas smiles. “Hey, what gives?” Rick protests, but then he cannot help but to laugh.
They both sit next to Vince, one on each arm. They introduce themselves as Mindy and Jada. Then they start rubbing down his chest while smiling seductively at him. “You are the talk of the town,” Mindy says. “Yeah! Everyone heard about the way you stood up for what you believe in,” Jada says.
“We think that men who take risks and make sacrifices for what they want are like really hot,” Mindy says. Vince and Mindy lustfully gaze into each other’s eyes before making out profusely while Jada aggressively grabs his junk.
A third girl has joined as Rick’s date, and the party of six are all laughing and drinking together. “Look at that! Everyone’s laughing and having a good time,” Rick says, drinking and smiling. “Boss man takes care of his people,” Jada says, smirking at Natas.
“Well, I try!” Natas replies while staring at Vince. “Look, I like ya, kid. It takes balls to do what you did,” He continues, staring at Vince with admiration in his eyes. “Can I ask you something?” “Sure!” “Do you think I’m a bad guy?”
“From what I’ve seen so far, you seem really chill and laid back.” “Thank you, that’s what I’ve been saying.” “Well what do you mean?” “Look, can I tell you something?” Natas asks anxiously.
“They paint the image of me like I’m this bad fucking guy, Right? Well if that was true, I’d have all of you shoveling coal into my furnace round the clock, without taking any breaks. But instead, here we are drinking and laughing and having a great fucking time.”
“Well obviously you’re cool and all, but why did they portray you in such a negative light?” “Ahh, ancient history kid. But basically what it is, is that the old man made a bunch of mistakes with the human design, and wanted me to take the rap for it. Just so that he can come out of it looking good.” “Wow, really?” “Yeah! He gave you qualities such as greed, envy and vanity. And he wanted you to convince yourself that the goat made you do it.”
“Wow dude, that’s really fucked up.” “I know!” He shrugs, “So now I gotta act like I’m supposed to be this terrible fucking guy, or something. When all I really wanted to do all along was just to kick it and chill. “You know, in all the years that I’ve known you, it’s the first I’m hearing about this,” Rick says. “What did you do about it?” Vince asks.
“After a while, I got tired of play acting. So the old man turned me into a snake as punishment for telling the woman about the tree of knowledge.” “Really?” “Yeah! I figured that anyone who can see through the great deception, and is brave enough to prioritize their own human freedom is more than deserving an eternal reward.”
“How many people throughout all of history were brave enough to risk it all for their freedom?” Vince asks. “Everyone who you met in this club tonight, including the girls who are hanging all over you guys right now.” The girls glance over at Natas and smirk as he acknowledges them.
“So are Schopenhauer, Nietzsche, Tesla, Ben Franklin and Thomas Jefferson, just to name a few,” Rick says. “In time you will have a chance to meet everybody who made it,” Natas says. “I guess it’s true what they say after all. Freedom is the sinner’s paradise,” Vince says. “Welcome to the party that never ends,” Mindy says, smirking seductively at Vince.
President Biden has announced that he will not be seeking re-election in November’s presidential race. The 81 year old president made his announcement last weekend on July 21.
Though his reasons for forfeiting the race may never be publicly disclosed, it can be speculated that they are due to his advanced age and possible failing health.
The president’s health has long been a topic of debate, as he has shown signs of cognitive decline. His many bloopers are evident throughout his media appearances over the last few years, and makes good material for late night comedy.
It is very possible that those bloopers could be more related to chronic speech impairment, than it is to cognitive decline. But the way you are perceived in the public eye is sometimes more important than your true character, and running for president is one such time.
Biden has caused America to appear more vulnerable on the world stage, and his departure is welcomed as a most positive turn of events. If he were to get re-elected, he would be 82 years at the beginning of his second term.
Four years later at the end of that term, he would be 86, but I don’t think he would have made it that far. At the rate in which he was going, congress would be forced to invoke the 25th amendment at some point during his term to replace him with vice-president Harris.
If he is going to fall out of the race, he could not have chosen a better time. I believe that he will serve out the remainder of his current term, which ends on January 20. Quit while you’re still ahead. Do it for the sake of your dignity.
Now for the question of who will become the next democratic candidate. Few have speculated that Hillary Clinton would be the most popular choice. But it is obvious to me that vice-president Kamala Harris is the likeliest choice, seeing as how she is already so close to the presidency.
It is even more evident when you consider that her campaign reportedly received $81 million in donations within the first 24 hours, before she’s even had a chance to officially enter the race.
This is no surprise to me, as I have always speculated that Biden was just warming the seat for the de facto president, while she gained popularity from riding his ticket.
This is not good. It is a relief to finally see the back of Biden, but Harris is not much of a better choice for the American people. Never leave a woman to do a man’s job.
Harris was going to become the president one way or another, and Biden dropping out of the race is the best way it could have played out. This is disastrous for the future of our country. In many ways, Harris is worse than Biden.
Not only will Harris make history as the first female president of the United States, but she will also become the first feminist president. It is also expected that she will support other far left agendas, such as; LGBT, dreamers, etc. Basically picking up right where Obama left off, back to business as usual.
Patriarchal chauvinists won’t have a leg to stand on in Harris’ America. Feminists will feel emboldened to attack and disparage us with impunity. Free speech will become illegal, but only when we have something to say.
As I was saying in last week’s article, the far left has no regard for the glorious constitution of our noble republic, only for their own agendas. Only the right are truly patriotic. We believe in the capitalist free market and the great American press. And we will do whatever it takes to protect our homes, families and beliefs.
Fortunately for us, our enemy’s camp has erupted into disrepute. If we want to make America great again, now is our chance. With Biden out of the race, and Harris in the lead, there is but one hope for the future of this country. Take advantage of the confusion while we still can.
And make America great again while you are at it. Or perhaps not! But whatever you do, never dare re-elect the old geezer, along with that damn woman to the highest office in the land. They are not your friends.
I thought they were for the longest. I also thought that all people with conservative values were inherently racist. That was the lie that was consistently fed to us by my derelict Jamaican ex-relatives from Brooklyn.
They were nothing more than a bunch of deadbeats pushing their feminist agendas, and a bunch of derelict male simps who turned against me to support the females in the family for fear of being ostracized themselves. Have I mentioned once before that the rat race begins at home?
I had openly supported Senator John McCain over Obama in 2008, right up until the end of summer. I was stuck living with my enemies, and was having difficulty finding my first decent job in America.
Then one fateful evening, I heard Hillary Clinton on the radio. While speaking in support of Obama, she said of McCain; “What does he know about poverty? He was born with a gold spoon in his mouth.” At that moment, they had me sold.
If I had any form of sustainable income at the time, I would have continued supporting McCain, whether or not I was wealthy. But I thought that voting democrat would provide more jobs and social services for people in need, especially immigrants.
And I wasn’t wrong, but for who exactly? Not for actual people in need. Only for entitled deadbeats who envy their own kind, yet want to make up excuses and blame the racist white man every day of the fucking week.
It is a pity they don’t realize, same as I didn’t at first, that it is not up to any president on either side to save us, but for us to save ourselves. At the end of the day, both democrats and republicans are two wings on the same damn bird.
Regardless of who is in office at any given time, I awake each morning knowing that I am King of the Buckinchere dynasty, a fact that will remain until my last breath.
I only care about making sure that I do my part to provide the life I want for myself. To put the power in any man’s hand to provide for you is to make him your god.
Because the moment you owe him, he owns you. That is a form of idolatry. Even if you don’t believe in God, no mere mortal is deserving that level of idolatry. Save it for your damn self.
My deadbeat ex-relatives were indoctrinating us young people at the time to idolize our pastors and politicians. Because us practicing self-sufficiency was too scary of a thought for the insecure ego maniacs to stomach.
They tried to change me into someone I am not by blacklisting me from gaining sustainable employment until I supported their party of choice. I only gained employment once they felt I was ready for the rat race on their terms, 2 years after I first arrived in the country.
Of course, being ready for the rat race on their terms meant envying everyone else in society. It also meant feeling like they are somehow above me, and that I will never be good enough.
This tactic was necessary in ensuring that I would do everything within my power to prove them wrong, only for them to act like they don’t care once I actually proved them wrong. Only seek to make sure that you are comfortable in life. If you seek the validation of others, you will never win.
The more I navigated the rat race, the more I realized that my ex-relatives only mirrored the wider society. The rat race is full of immigrants, feminists, and homosexuals, who delight in emasculating men with strong chauvinistic values. They might have changed my mind, but they never changed my heart. And through it all, I never lost my chauvinist ideals, they only became stronger.
I realize that melting pots are not meant for me long term, unless I want to risk ending up in jail. Most melting pots are situated in blue states. It is rare you would find one of them in the deep south.
If you have any patriarchal chauvinist values, however small they may be, move to a red state. The deadbeat feminists, and the male simps in your families, at your jobs, and within the wider society hate you, and will stop at nothing until they are satisfied that you are completely and utterly decimated.
Many black people are rather apprehensive about moving to a red state, because they fear encountering racism there. But the rat bastards in the rat race don’t like you either.
So ask yourself whether you would rather face open racism, or hidden envy disguised as friendship. Not only that, but you may find that you earn respect from all races of men when you support patriarchal causes.
They say that what you don’t know can’t hurt you. But which one actually has the power to hurt you more? Pick your poison, and pick it well. But whatever you choose, it must be a personal decision.
December 31 is formally recognized worldwide as New Year’s Eve. Each year, tourists from all across the earth gather in New York’s Times Square to watch the ball drop, as part of an annual tradition to ring in the New Year. But what if I told you that January 1 is not the true beginning of the new year? And that in fact, it is a holiday that pays homage to the pagan god, Janus. The god of beginning and ending.
Despite that being the case, I still observe January 1 as being the beginning of a new year. That is of course, the new year of international trade relations and digital currency, but not the universal new year. I only observe, not celebrate, and only because that is when they program all the computers to reset.
The universal new year actually coincides with the spring equinox. In 2024, that will be 2 days from now on March 19. It usually falls on the 22nd, but it is coming a bit early this year. Probably because it is a leap year. Does it make any sense for the new year to take place in the dead of winter, or at the beginning of spring when the earth is being reinvigorated with new life and hope? If for no other reason, it is the agricultural new year, a time for sowing.
The Roman calendar came pretty close to starting each new year on the spring equinox. The main difference is that their new year started on the first of the month, versus coinciding with the actual spring equinox. This was done for agricultural purposes, as the spring equinox was for sowing, and the autumn equinox was for harvest. The first change of the new year from spring to winter was the Julian calendar, then later the Gregorian calendar. Which is the one we still use to this day.
This does not make any kind of natural, or seasonal sense. Same as how it does not make any sense for a new day to start at an hour, the name of which is literally shorthand for “middle of the night.” This was only done to pay homage to a pagan deity, and they did not care if they were confusing people, or upsetting their internal settings.
The same is now true where every state except for Arizona, does not care if the switch to daylight savings time is causing insurance premiums to rise due to unnecessary auto collisions. I recommend taking Sunday to sleep it off in the week that we spring forward. It has never affected me, because I always sleep in.
If the world does not care to join you in celebrating universal new year, you can celebrate by yourself, or with a handful of like-minded people. The thing to remember is that New Year is a reset day for your mind, body and soul. And you always want to start the new year off right. On the eve of the spring equinox, fasting is optional. But the day should be spent cleaning, doing laundry, and stocking the shelves of your refrigerator with ingredients to make some of your favorite meals.
You should make any necessary repairs, or maintenance to your car, and around the house in the days leading up to the new year. Change your oil, mow the lawn, wash the car, and change out your wardrobe if necessary. Out with the old, and in with the new. It is bad luck for the stroke of midnight to catch you in a house that isn’t absolutely spotless. This is what they call spring cleaning.
The very next day is the first day of the new year. And you get to start the new year off with a nice, clean slate. Stay home, and make one of your favorite meals. You deserve to relax after all the work you have put in, just to get to that point. Try to clear your mind. Don’t think about anything. There will be plenty of time for that later. The best new year gives you a shower of blessings for the coming year.
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