The following post is a largely unedited version of a post I made on Salo Forum in response to a news article that revealed the FBI had documents on Lord Mountbatten’s lust for boys. I will be rewriting this post and the next one I make into a larger series called The Beasts of Britain for American Sun. That series will expand on this more with a stronger academic focus and a pared down version of the forum black humor and over-the-top Anglo bashing.
The more the secrets of the British Empire come spilling out the more I begin to wonder if the British looked admiringly toward the model of the Ottoman Empire and wished to emulate in it. This was my initial thought in typing what I thought was going to be a brief but nice effort post. Instead here’s this sprawling insanity. I no longer think they wanted to be the Ottoman Empire but to surpass it in ways that we could never imagine in our darkest of imaginations. This whole effort has left me broken and shattered and you can trace the actual decline in my mental state through the entire post. I will never be okay again.
Continue reading “What Brit Slouches Towards Bethlehem To Be Born”
September may be the most ephemeral of months. Coming off the bitter doldrums, something more of a happy harvest begins to set in for people. October, of course, is a tricky month and a time for contemplating the cold touch of our faintly spiritual world, and November is the time to bunker down, give thanks, and prepare, but September is the month with promise and better suited for contemplation. It’s the first hint of change in the color of the leaves and leads the mind to contemplate what will be next, and what should be.
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This post is an expanded adaptation of my notes for the Poz Button episode on The Matrix.
The Matrix was a watershed movie in a watershed year. 1999. Seriously, go look at what came out that year. I have done 8 Poz Buttons on films from that year: The Matrix, American Beauty, Fight Club, Eyes Wide Shut (2-parter), Office Space, 8mm, Breakfast of Champions. I could easily do 8 more from that year alone. I often come back to 1999 as we’ve frequently said that the 90s were the decade where history was put on pause and 1999 was the year that people tried to make sense of that weird decade and everything that came before it because there was this hope and promise of what 2000, the new millennium, was going to bring.
Continue reading “Matrix Dolezal and the Simulation”
The brain trust known as the Original PineBros–a cavalcade of shitposting technoskeptics, radical campbois, and a Homeric cryptid named Ron–is always a very mixed bag. Sometimes you get deep thoughts that go on for hours, sometimes you get Garfield roleplay and unsolicited pictures of Stormking’s ass. Fortunately we got the former this time around.
A discussion on one of the most vaunted numbers on the internet–1488–took a turn onto why you see it so frequently in any kind of discount or sale.
Continue reading “Technocapitalism Is Making Us Autistic”
The most common request I receive after the weekly avalanche of movie requests has always been for me to do more writing. To date after nearly a year, I’ve only managed to produce three pieces for The American Sun (and they are excellent, you should definitely be following this site) while I peter around on different projects. This is a problem that has caused no shortage of frustration and despondency due to the inability to produce. There’s always a new project, something that needs to be done, something that needs to be created, uploaded, recorded, promoted, and so on and so forth.
Continue reading “The Twitter Question”