Monthly Archives: January 2018

Black People Are Ok; Black Culture is Crap

I have racist thoughts myself of course, and I like that a lot of cool White people are coming out and admitting that they do. I don’t particularly like them though, and like that White guy in the Jubilee video, I often end up having an internal conversation with myself to talk myself out of them.

But with deep ghetto/rap/Black culture types, I show no mercy. I freely have all sorts of racist thoughts about them because I hate ghetto/rap/ culture, and to the extent that Black Culture is just upgraded Ghetto/Rap Culture (Face it – it is!), I think Black Culture is basically crap. I only like Black People who seem like have moved outside of Black Culture and have assimilated to Mainstream US Culture instead. To me that means what I would call, “Acting like White people.” Maybe that’s not what it is, but that’s what it feels like to me. And a lot of Black people have moved into more or less Mainstream US Culture and seem to “act like White people with Black skin.”

As far as Blacks who off into Ghetto/Rap/Black culture, I have nothing to do with them. I ignore them. I had some dealings with them in past, and what I learned down through the years is that they are mostly trouble. They are usually not catastrophic, nightmarish, or horrific. Instead they are what I would call troublesome. For instance, whenever I have any dealings with Black Culture types, it seems like I end up losing money in some way or another. They usually end up getting some money out of me in one way or another by stealing, scamming or its variations, including sexual ones. Their purpose seems to be to extract some money out of me and give me nothing in return. In one sense or another, Black Culture people are ripoffs and scammers, and I include glorified whores in that category.

You are better off not getting involved with them at all. I don’t necessarily hate them or whisper “nigger” in my mind when I see them; instead I want a divorce from those people and their culture. It’s useless to try to change them, and they are not changing anytime in my lifetime. Anyway, Black Culture people seem to actually like that awful culture of theirs for some crazy reason. Fine. They can have it then.

My basic position is that a lot of Black people are ok, but Black Culture is sheer crap, sorry. And Blacks who are deep off into Black Culture, I am just not interested in them, sorry.

 

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Black Women Are an Acquired Taste for White Men

I am on a dating site now that is full of Black women. Most of them don’t look good to me, but definitely some of them do look pretty damn good, maybe 20-30%. And it’s not just ones with a lot of White in them. A lot of darker Black women are hot too.

Fact is that a subset of Black women are just flat out hot and sexy as Hell. But the only way you will ever notice this is if you learn to appreciate Black people’s looks. We as Whites get psychologically indoctrinate early on that “Black is ugly.” I think it is more that they do not look like White people, so we are not used to their looks and we interpret them as ugly. I am thinking things like wide noses and whatnot. There is no a priori reason why a wide nose is ugly and a thin nose is attractive. I have been looking at a lot of wide noses lately and a lot of them look great. You just have to get used to the idea of a wide nose being attractive is all.

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Great Video on Race

This video captures well my true thoughts on Black people and racial tensions around them. The Jubilee Project put this out, even though it is promoting Black Lives Matter, which I consider to be a preposterous movement that I actually oppose because it is ridiculous and even counterproductive.

I don’t get it. Martin Luther King is one of my heroes. Even Malcolm X is. I am able to accept him after he went post-separatist, but even before, his words are powerful. I love James Baldwin. I liked Norman Mailer’s “The White Negro” and Lou Reed’s “I Want to Be Black.” Why do people keep calling me racist? RationalWiki has me listed under Racist Websites. I am really getting tired of this. If even someone with my credentials is still racist, what exactly does it take to not be racist anymore? Do I have to go marry some Black woman or something? It’s so frustrating.

PS I agree with those White people saying that they have racist thoughts sometimes. I do too! I don’t particularly like them though, and like that White guy, I often end up having an internal conversation with myself to talk myself out of them.

But with real deep ghetto/Black culture types, I show no mercy.

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Awful English Dialects: Lancashire Dialect

Good God that is a horrible dialect! It’s spoken in Lancashire, in the north of England. It is in northwestern England, pretty far up, heading up towards Scotland. I just looked at a map and I am not sure if I recognize any cities – maybe Lancaster and Blackpool. It seems like it would be pretty cold up there. There seems to be some Norse influence on the dialect, as with a lot of the dialects in the north of England. If you head south, you start running into an expanding Scouse dialect from Liverpool, which is still very popular among young people.

I think I should be happy for Lancashire because Scouse is one of the worst dialects in all of England. I remember an interview with a boxer from Liverpool. It went on for 10 minutes, and I think I understand 25% of it. It was just awful. Americans who go to live there often never really catch onto the dialect. I remember an American on the Net said that they lived in Liverpool for some time, and after eight years, they still could not understand the young working class women, who had the worst dialects of them all.

Really Manchester dialect is about the same dialect as Lancashire. You can listen to a recording of the hard dialect on Wikipedia. I swear I only got ~80% of it, and that’s not enough for a good conversation, believe me. I would have to see a transcript of the audio  to see how many words I missed because a lot of it was just jumbles and I couldn’t even figure out how many words were in there, where one started and the other ended, much less what the words were. I am listening to John Robb, a musician and critic, who was born in Lancashire, and at times, he is maddeningly hard to understand. He is 56 years old, near my age.

Here is an audio of the dialect from a comedian called Johnny Vegas. I have never heard of this actor, and I don’t think I want to listen to his shtick if he talks in that damned dialect.

I listened to it again, and this time I got more of it. I calculated roughly 87% intelligibility, about the same as Swedish and Norwegian. I am sorry, but that is not enough for me. Also anything below 90% qualifies as a foreign language. Vegas is 46, so he is in the older generation. It looks like the pretty hard dialect is being spoken by people 40-over. The dialect is supposedly dying out, and all I have to say is it can’t happen soon enough!

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David Bowie, “Rock and Roll Suicide”

From 1973! It’s hard to believe that this music was made over 40 years ago, isn’t it? By the way, who is making music like this anymore? When was the last time anyone was making music like this?

Until my last breath on this blasted Earth, I will always love David Bowie.

It’s been two years now, but it seems like forever.

RIP Starman.

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David Bowie, “Ziggy Stardust”

Want to see God? Well, here you go. Ziggy Stardust from the album in 1973. People do not realize that this guy was actually not popular at the time. To be into Bowie in 1973 was to be a freak, a weirdo. No one was into him except for some freaks and weirdos. A lot of them were stoners. This was basically very hardcore super-underground drug music for drug culture types.

Most of these types were seriously outside of society. All the men had very long hair and lived lives that revolved around sex, drugs and rock and roll.

There is so much more I could say about Bowie, but will be all for now. Maybe later.

 

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Drug Culture in the 1970’s

The drugs back then were mostly just pot/hash/hash oil, some cocaine (not much), and psychedelics, especially LSD. PCP was also quite popular but it was also very much maligned. It was usually not called PCP but instead it was called “crystal” or “cannabinol”. Crystal would be sprinkled on marijuana leaves and passed off as pot. Cannabinol looked like a very small amount of silly putty. It was smoked.

Many to most users saw themselves as “hippies.” Hippie culture was still going very strong in the early to mid 1970’s. In fact, hair never got that long in the 1960’s. It was in the 1970’s when men really started wearing  their hair long and hippie culture definitely went mainstream in a huge way. In the  1960’s, I think it was always somewhat sidelined as a freak phenomenon. Most high school and college students in the 1960’s were probably not hippies. I would wager that many more were in the 1970’s.

LSD was usually “windowpane” – some of the craziest, strongest LSD I have ever taken. It was just a tiny sliver that looked like a piece of very thin glass. Some people would  put it in their eyeball! It gets into your bloodstream just fine that way.

I remember one day, two of my best friends showed up at high school with a cassette tape box. They opened it up and showed it to me. Inside were 300 hits of Brown Windowpane LSD. It was very early in the morning. The school day was not yet through before they had sold out the whole box – all 300 hits in a school with 3,500 students enrollment. That shows you the extent of drug use at a White middle to upper middle class high school in the suburbs in those days. Drug use was off the charts. Could you sell 300 hits of strong LSD at a suburban high school nowadays before the day was out without getting caught?

This was another thing. No one would tell on you back then. Narcs were seriously hated and if you turned in a drug user or dealer, your name was mud for eternity. There were probably straight-o’s that might turn you in, but  I think even they were afraid of being “narcs.” If an undercover officer tried to make a drug arrest in the middle of the school day, I am afraid that he might actually start a riot – that’s how anti-police high school students were back then. Anyone who wanted to be a cop when he grew up would be completely eliminated from everyone’s social circle as a “straight-o”, a “geek” an “idiot” a “loser” and especially a “pig.” If he tried to attend a party, someone might hit him. “Police officer” was simply not an acceptable career choice.

Neither was going in the military. This was during the Vietnam War Era with Watergate going on, and all high school kids hated Nixon. Only a complete idiot would volunteer for the military. Remember that during this era, ROTC offices on college campuses were actually being bombed and burned to the ground! I do not know one person who went in the military after high school.

Why would anyone do that? Such a person would be known as an “idiot” and really, you would not even want someone like that in your social circle. At the very least, you would be a “square” and that was very bad. Squares got ostracized in the worst way, thrown out of most social circles and no one would talk to them. They might join up with some other squares and form some square clique, but everyone else avoided them. Also to be a square was to be a “geek” and a nerd, and the idea was no chick would look twice at you.

That’s how popular acid was back then. Most people didn’t take it many times – just a few times here and there. But others were acidheads – I had friends who took it every single weekend for years on end and eventually racked up ~300 trips. I never met a single LSD casualty in my life. I don’t think they exist. One of my best friends is held up as a classic LSD casualty,  but there is nothing wrong with him at all  other than the fact that he seems very weird in that he has all sorts odd mannerisms, etc.

The problem with the LSD casualty account for this guy is that he is 100% normal and logical in his mind – if anything, he is an inhibited introvert. Supposedly the acid caused all these weird, basically neurotic or eccentric mannerisms, but the thing is, I knew this guy when he was only in 7th Grade before he had taken even one drug and he was far weirder than than he was after the dope. If you want to play cause and effect, go for it, but in his case, you are forced to conclude that the drugs actually made him more normal. Truth is this guy was weird as Hell from day one and he was way weirder before drugs than afterwards, so  you were not  seeing drug effects, you were just seeing some naturally eccentric person.

Interestingly, I saw his IQ score when my counselor showed me mine b because his name was right next to mine. He had the exact same IQ that I have – 147. So this was probably a case of  as IQ rises higher and higher, you start to reach a point of diminishing or even negative returns where with each rising IQ point, the person seems to get weirder and weirder and this actually gets seriously in the way of making a living and even functioning well in society.

That’s why you see all those 160+ IQ men who are not married, never date, are celibate, live alone in small apartments, are painfully shy and introverted, are unemployed or have very low paying jobs and live on the edge of poverty. These people have the problem that they are so damn smart that they are basically too smart to even function in our society, so they end up being social and occupational failures in many ways.

I have seen some very bad trips – a friend of mine was hospitalized for 48 hours on a bad LSD trip that was more funny than anything else. I never had a bad trip on LSD, but I have only taken it nine times.

There were also pills called “whites”. That was illegally manufactured amphetamine made by motorcycle gangs. I believe I have heard that the stuff was never anything but ephedrine. They were quite popular. Downers were also popular, especially Seconal. Those were called “reds.” I took one once and it was like drinking a six pack – a similar seriously drunken feeling.

Meth was for all intents and purposes nonexistent.

Cocaine was very expensive and hardly used outside of very wealthy circles. However, it was heavily glamorized as a harmless recreational drug, which it is certainly not.

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One of the Hardest Jobs I Ever Had – Paralegal

I had a paralegal job once where they whole damn job was like that. I didn’t have a degree or certificate, but you don’t need one. One of my Mom’s friends worked next door to an attorney who said he needed a paralegal. She told my Mom and my Mom said, “I wonder if Bob could do that?” So she offered me this weird job that I had never done before. I told the lawyer that I had no degree or license but he just shrugged his shoulders and said you don’t need one.

I was summarizing documents and these attorneys just wrote this brain-shatteringly difficult documents. A lot of was they have invented their own language that no one else understands so they can get $300 an hour, but another part of it was just that the case was so so mindbendingly convoluted and confusing that it was worse than a Tolstoy novel. It was extremely difficult to keep up with who said or did what to whom, when, where, why and all of that.

I finally figured out that these lawyers when they were corresponding to each other were making their correspondence almost impossible to understand as some sort of gladiatorial technique against the other side. In other words, it was warfare. The competing sides in a civil case are basically at war with each other, and if you can make it so the other lawyers have no idea what you are talking about, I suppose it’s a good warfare technique for your side.

The problem was that the lawyers from the other side just wrote back the same impossible to understand correspondence as had just been shot at them, so while it was good warfare for one side, the other side simply adopted it too and now you had to defend yourself at your own weapons being fired at you. And paralegals like myself were sitting there getting shelled by both sides.

After a while, this started to make my cynical because it was obvious that these attorneys were writing this idiotically convoluted prose not only as a warfare technique against the other side but also as a way of creating their own language that no one else could understand so they could get paid $300/hour. That seemed pretty cynical and that along with some other things left me with a very cynical view of this “profession” which I think is mostly just getting paid by rich people to lie for them and help them get out of their scams and sleazy behavior.

I had to read sentences over and over until I could figure out what they Hell they even said. Nevertheless, I was able to do it and I was so good at it and that my boss, an attorney, was raving about me to the other lawyers in the office. He was also shaking his head and asking what my major was like he couldn’t believe I was that smart. He was told Journalism, and he said, “Journalism, huh?” And then he sort of shook his head and walked away.

The money was good ($23/hour in 1990 – not sure what that is now) but that job was just brainsmashingly difficult. I could do it and I did it, but I can’t say it was a lot of fun. It wasn’t really misery. Instead it was just so hard that it wasn’t a real barrel of fun if you catch my drift.

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What Happens to a Narcissist When They Are Old, Washed up, Alone, and No One Wants Them?

Answered on Quora.

I do not believe that they ever get to that point. I have known several middle aged narcissists, and I have known a couple of narcissists who made it into old age. However, these two were “pleasant narcissists” who liked me.

One guy simply had no interest whatsoever in anything you said, and he talked about himself and bragged constantly. Incidentally bit about having no interest in your words is a stark warning sign that you are dealing with serious NPD. They ask you how you are doing, they listen for 30 seconds, and then they are looking around the room, bored. Or they rudely tell you to shut up. Or they are just obviously not interested.

This man was very wealthy, and he was rather senile when I knew him. I pointed out his narcissism to others, and others, blind to these folks as most are, said he was just senile. They never stop fooling people.

Narcissists are often goodlooking, charming, and have figured out ways of making decent money. They keep enough looks, charm and money around them through most of their lives that they tend to have people around them and even close to them even into middle or old age.

All narcissists I have known were married. One narcissist, when he was not married, was one of the most wildly successful PUA womanizers I have ever met. Whatever the faults of narcissists, social failure does not seem to be one of them.

I suppose I would like to meet a narcissist like you describe because I have never heard of one.

The closest I can think of was a serial killer who I believe was a malignant narcissist. Cannot recall his name now. He may have killed in Oregon and Washington. He was alone and maybe even on Death Row. A female journalist went to interview him and said even locked into his tiny cell, he was still “that guy,” prancing around in his cell like a model on a runway. He would always be “Joe Cool” even as he walked to the electric chair.

Ted Bundy seemed to think quite highly of himself in prison, and on trial for murder, he put on quite a show. He had a coterie of female admirers who never left him, and I think he married one. Bundy was a malignant narcissist. A number of serial killers had this diagnosis. Incidentally, our current president shares this diagnosis with these serial killers.

That charm never seems to turn off, and as long as it is on, the moths will come to the narcissist’s light. Even alone in their cells for serial murder, they still think they are Gods among men. It doesn’t seem to be possible to take these people down a peg. Their self-regard, real or not, at least appears as hard as tungsten.

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High Conflict Personality Versus Borderline Personality Disorder

People do not realize that clinicians hate to give out DSM diagnoses. If the number diagnoses doled out dropped next year, I for one would jump for joy. This is a diagnosis of mental illness and clinicians are not cavalier about giving out such a negative label on another human being.

Consequently, there are people who in effect have a BPD or Borderline Personality Disorder, but if they are functioning at a high level, we do not diagnoses them. The new term for such persons is “High Conflict Personalities.” Most of them are women. These are basically functional Borderlines in the same way that some are functional alcoholics. As long as they function well, we cannot diagnose them. Nevertheless, these High Conflict Personalities nevertheless wreak considerable havoc among their friends, co-workers and in particular boyfriends and husbands.

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