Welcome Caribbean Rhythms number one sexy radio show in the world this what I am told Caribbean Rhythms welcome episode 88 which you may know 8 the 8th letter of the alphabet is H so 88 stands for HH which is acronym for Hulk Hogan which refers to a dissident right wing millenarian prophecy that Hulk Hogan would become president of America he He was planning to run actually in 2000 this complete truce. You can look this. Hulk Hogan was going around for president in 2000 during a Bush-Gore election, and somehow he was intimidated out of it. I suspect Bill Barr and his yellow-bajan man-servant Holder, who is later of course attorney general Holder under Obama, attorney Holder who later assassinated Paul Walker, by the way, but

But the two of them intimidated Hulk Hogan in 2000 not to run for president. And American history might have been very different, you see, post 1990, post Cold War, and the rise of the world wrestling champion and politic of Ventura, Jesse Ventura. He become great power politician in Midwest. But then also Hulk Hogan could have been. And my special dream, my special hope, I dare say, Steven Seagal, you know, you could go to any small Brazilian village in, say, 2005, 2006, even after this, and before there was wide knowledge of the rest of the world or of tourism, and you could ask girls in small secluded Brazilian villages who they thought the sexiest actor was, and they don't think Steven Seagal is the sexiest man in the world, I'm not making this up, but so this could

have been the future of America, and I think this was its destiny to have leaders such as world wrestling champ, other celebrities, reality star, but Zog used gay gangster tactics to prevent this. Trump is the one who got through. Trump was part of this, you know, the whole Kogan trend. He was on Michael Savage show starting in 2011. It was Michael Savage, by the way, who promotes Trump, not Ann Coulter. And what would have been wrong with that if you had Steven Seagal as president or secretary state and think of it, how much better probably would everyone lives if Hulk Hogan, Steven Seagal and such had become great men of political power instead of a string of disaster under Bush and a bongo. It was bad under Clinton too, but 1990 to 2016, I guess even after 2016 because the

vermin read Pence and others, they sabotaged Trump presidency. But I ask you, has a great power ever entirely on its own, without serious rival, has ever a great power taken a gun to its head in such stupid way? In 30 years of retard level self-destruction, and I know many of you think it's a conspiracy, but more likely it's just people on the intellectual level of Jen Psaki all the way up and down like turtles holding the world firmament. But think how history will remember this time. A great nation can self-cancel through apparently just collapsing IQ among its establishment because it's not an elite. And the contrast between this performance, the reality, the obvious decline both domestic and abroad, and on the other hand the overbearing delusions of the people running it who imagine

themselves Metternichs and great statesmen and guys like Brzezinski by the way, they exaggerate their influence because if they pretend they are string pullers and eminence grieves in this, then they get invited to more things. They have an interest in exaggerating, same as that guy Schwab who talk of New World Order. You know, New World Order is just collapse in IQ plus a few oligarch plutocrats taking advantage which I think you would too if you're one of them, but it's mostly just these apathetic people who imagine themselves Metternichs, like practitioners of the political art, advisors to the prince, and all these pompous images they present to the public. I mean, Victoria Nuland, Chuck Schumer, Podesta, Bill Kristol, this whole reversion to the

mean group, it's a group of reversion to the intellectual mean, right? It skip a generation and then it return to the mean. You look at Charles Murray, H.B.D. for this, this is not shown, but these are intellectuals also like Wolfowitz and so on, they're luminaries, the high-stuffed character of that language and you contrast this with performance and you ask, if instead of these role-playing Metternich and these who are actually low-IQ school marms, but instead of them, if you had Hulk Hogan and Trump and Joe Pesci even, how much worse could it have turned out? I think probably it would have been much better, what you think. So this is why they are scared of number 88, because H.H., Hulk Hogan, this symbol stands

like fish did for ancient Christians, you see, on the lower level, whatever, but as a code for the promise of return of men of the people, in this case, 88. And no, it does not stand for Hitler. I don't know how that rumor came about, I mean Hitler, Adolf Hitler, the numerology for that is A is AH, A is the first letter of alphabet, so it's 18, not 88, 18. It's 18. 18 is the Jewish number for life. 18 stands for life. Okay, you look this up, I not make up, but what does 17 stand for? Should this be a numerology opening? You know, I was obsessed with the number 17 for a while. I came up with an excuse at my job to explain why I was being an autist about this because I can get quite obsessive, you know, it's not just on show in real life.

I get certain obsessions, you know, watch Blue Velvet, you don't want me to get the fixation on you and write you a love letter, please, no, but I never told these people the full truth. Why is Beth only talk 17, you know, it's because in the Bible I told them this was the explanation because in the Bible this number actually connected to 666, which stands for the condition of matter without guidance from God. So 18 stands for life, but 17 stands for this. It's very interesting also because in Chinese numerology the number 8 is very lucky, but somehow then the number 7 becomes deficient. I don't know if this is true. Look, 17 is very different from 7. All the prime numbers have significance. But ultimately, you know, I ended up dropping very subtle hints.

I never said anything outright, but I dropped hints for them to piece together like a puzzle from obscure saying, same way KGB, they always drop, you know, this art of desert, this information, such a misused word today, because it doesn't mean putting lies in media, that's a very vulgar understanding. KGB were masters of this art where they left pieces like puzzle for you to collect and then piece a false picture together, you know. So very relying on high IQ of opponent, which of course today you cannot do. But this what I was doing for people I was working for just in conversation, I was dropping subtle hints regarding this number 17 and the puzzle I was leaving for them, in this be born through a man into the apron. And this is the great restrainer of evil, the katechon.

I was leaving them hints about this, but also that I could only do so by descending into evil myself, that, you know, I would have to descend into vice for the sake of the salvation of the world, this number 17. So I don't think they ever picked up on my full meaning, but I eventually sent one of them an email. This was my employer, you see. And I told them that, first of all, I could no longer guarantee their safety if they don't give me certain grants and this, but second, I would need immediate special grant, an emergency grant, and that through New York to Antananarivo, there is a 17-hour flight, Antananarivo is the capital of Madagascar, 17-hour flight, New York Antananarivo, where I proposed to search for origins of the Vazimba as possibly one of the root races of mankind.

Now please, you can look this up on your own, the Vazimba, who the Malagasy themselves, the Malagasy are a strange people, but the Malagasy considers them pygmies, okay, if you look them up, they are supposedly a legendary people, you know, like the fairies from Irish or this or Cobold, but I believe they still exist, so where are they from? And I suppose the Vazimba had to be Negritos, and they are said still to exist in highlands of Venezuela and elsewhere, you see, one of the root races of mankind. These are the Negrito people you see on Andaman Island, but they were also up to 10% population of Filipinos, Negrito and Magellan arrived there, you see. So in other words, one of the root races of mankind originally spread all over the world. Much mystery here.

And like all the pygmy races, by everyone who came in touch with them, they are to possess arts of magic. So you know the Bantus are afraid of the Pygmies in that case, they're not Negritos, they're Pygmies in West Africa, but they fear the Pygmies who have been there much longer than they have been. The Pygmies are actual hunter-gatherers. Many of you think the Bantu are, but no, no, the Bantu are just incompetent farmers. The real hunter-gatherers in Africa are the Koisan and the Pygmies. But the Bantu see the Pygmy as avatars of wild nature who know secret of forest, who no dark art of magic, and similar attitude in Madagascar toward the lost Vazimba, who are by now considered dangerous spirits, but likely they had many art of poison, deep knowledge

of herbs and forests and this, and now the Malagasy are themselves very odd people. They speak an Austronesian language, origin in Indonesia. In remote antiquity, as they travel the winds through Indian oceans, there are favorable winds that can carry you from Indonesian islands all the way to Africa, and they settle Madagascar in the remote antiquity, and then they brought Bantu slaves from Africa mainland, so the lowlands in Madagascar are black and the highlands look quite different, but it's funny that Austronesians got to Madagascar before Africans did. But the high, you know, they never, I say this before maybe, but they never bothered so much as to float along the Africans. Now they say in Sierra Leone, before Europeans got there, there were gigantic canoes, but

the highlands in Madagascar are purely Austronesian with ancient animistic rites brought from Indonesia. So you look up someone like Ravalu Manana, he's former president of Madagascar, he does not have African face. That's the Indonesian look I say. I talked this before on the case show, and how actually the origin of all class and case distinction is racial, biological, but the Malagasy, Austronesian lords, they themselves fear the Negrito precursor on Madagascar, the Negrito magicians, the little people, they fear ancient Vazimba, who are probably still there hiding deep in cave, what if I go find them? Madagascar, you know, they dance with corpses, they're a strange society. So then various diseases spread, you'll see.

But recently they discovered that wormwood or various kind of Artemisia, and by the way, if you're interested, Wild Harvest brand produces a good version of Artemisia absintium. If you want to try it, it's a wonderful anti-inflammatory herb, hardcore. If you want to solve, if you're ever zogged in stomach, you travel third world, you need something, nothing else work, you try this Artemisia absintum, but do not overuse it because in any case, in Madagascar, they use certain varieties of Artemisia against Wuhan grids now. So, you know, who knows if it's effective, but they claim the word China Health Organization tried to stop them from using this worm word, you know. So Madagascar, I still want at some point bring my friend Owen on this show.

I told his international prostitute connoisseur, he told me before, Bap, do not go to the Philippines. The police there will set you up with underage prosti or even if it's not underage, they'll say it is or something like they'll try to set you up, they'll arrest you. So then you have to pay them off. He said, go to Madagascar instead, it's cheaper, it's better prostis. I've never been Madagascar, but I want him to come on show. He gives much wisdom and it's not that he doesn't want to, this number one sexy show, but he entertained many ladies in Nairobi, he's a very busy, very popular man and also he's on safari all the time. He likes to see African hunting dogs sunning, they're a beautiful creature, the African

hunting dog, you know, they'll bite out of you while you're running from them, they're Like the bear, they don't kill you, they just start eating you. But they coordinate between each other in a hunt, they are higher IQ than many kind of human. I cannot stand to think of the suffering of animals when I see either zoos or people who are allowed to have a wrong kind of dog. Why you need, I see in certain cities they have border collie because they hear this dog is intelligent, it can learn up to 150 words. you need to have this dog, you know, because, oh, I need an intelligent dog to recognize my genius. It is a pet. You can have stupid dog is affectionate. You don't need, that dog is smart because it has to work. That dog need, uh, sheeps.

It needs sheeps to take care of all day and these degenerates keeps them in apartments denying their true nature. It make me very angry. I cannot stand, seek this immense suffering of, and of course that's the least of it. I don't talk about factory farm, but this make me want to wipe out entire nations entire nations elimination Soku shinbutsu. Look this I will tell you what it is. Have you ever eaten pine needle in forest the Extermination of mankind annihilate everything that exists, you know this famous clip the same Annihilate everything that exists from a Japan. Mr. Clean Koichi Toyama. He has great energy, but his discourse was mostly boring, he was running for mayor of Tokyo and he put a video saying this central piece, this is central piece of his speech on Japan TV.

But still to go to a big truth, because while this attitude annihilates everything that exists is dismissed as destructive nihilism. You may hear this from not just liberal but kind of religious conservative, no this is destructive Nietzschean nihilism, but I must tell you, almost every great thing in human history has had a foundation of this element. And I'm not talking about paleolithic humans. Their minds are too alien to ours, although I watch a nice recent movie, Altered State, by Ken Russell, where you can see a literal return to monkey. But to return to monkey in this movie, the main character has to reject everything that exists. The movie is not perfect. The ending is just tacked on, laughable, love conquers all, but movie overall has good dream

scenes as well, but it has this theme, a return to monkey and what is required, the rejection of everything. Anyway, the paleo mind is out of consideration, but ever since agricultural revolution, is it a fruitful hypothesis to say that man has been as a rule a broken creature, living a a life his body did not evolve to sustain. And I know Cochrane's harpending book, Ten Thousand Year Explosion, it makes the case that evolution has actually accelerated since agricultural change, but not accelerated enough to make men perhaps fully at home in this new type of society, at least not all branches of mankind. And what this book says is compatible with my claim here, because even this so-called revolution it creates conditions of high pressure, right, agricultural revolution create high

stress situation, high pressure. And then under this high pressure mankind split after this along certain local branches, but most of these are disgenic, that the evolution is toward men as a cockroach or rat type creature, and it requires the breeding of serfs, obviously, of slaves. And then you have a condition of life for the sake of life then, so in other words mere life, as I have called it, and every great thing since this new misbegotten beginning requires a denial of it. So you see an overcoming of this new type of rat men, a destruction of this type even if just spiritually. So in this case, many magicians can come with images and examples that are at once grotesque and magnificent. They can shock multitudes, and even great minds seduce them into remembrances of things

as they were, and things as they could be reborn again. And this practice, sokushinbutsu, that Buddhist mystics use this is practice of self-mummification. So it's amazing, a macabre thing, an old Buddhist monk or mystic would self-mummify. They would go into certain holy mountains by themselves, they would stop eating, they They would drink only water and they would eat pine needle, the barks and raisins of certain trees. By the way, in general, you too can eat pine needles, I did not know this, but survivalists and not just survivalists, hikers, people who go on long nature drives, they say basically all parts of the conifer are edible. The acorns even, the young green acorns, the pine nuts of course, but the pine needles

also they have high vitamin C content, so if you are in winter especially you don't have vitamin C source, somewhere in Nordic climate you can eat the pine needles or make a tea out of them, the young shoots in spring you can eat also, and even the inner bark of the pine is edible, now you have to be careful because there is a kind of conifer like a tree, a very important one, called the Yew, not the Ew, but the Yew, Y-E-W, and this is extremely toxic, especially the pines and the green parts, but this tree of high mythical importance in Europe because they can grow to very old age, hundreds of years, some of them are said to be thousands of years old, and Yggdrasil, the tree, is probably a yew tree of this kind, but it's an extremely toxic tree, and some derivative from it is

used in chemotherapy, I think. But in any case, aside from this yew tree, all parts of the pine can be eaten, and what these Buddhist hermits and anchorites would eat are the different parts of certain conifers, barks and especially the resins, which you know the resin has a preservative effect. So in the process of starvation, many of their soft tissue of body would be replaced in part with these resins and I guess they would also use certain mix of other poisonous or semi-poisonous herbs they found, which we do not know. But by the time of death from starvation, which would take likely longer than the standard 30 or 40 days, because you know these monks already developed powers to control their metabolisms before this, as well as probably, again, you do get some caloric intake from

these herbs and the pine parts, but by the end of this process, when the spirit returned to the bosom of the, how you say, bosom or bosom, I do not know English well, but the The spirit returned, yes, to the one will for the later re-entry, but their body would be preserved and mummified because of this resinous diet. And this exists to this day, not the practice which was outlawed by modernism in Japan, but these mummies exist throughout Japan and parts of Asia, and this is Buddhist, tantric, you know, Tibetan practice of the Vajrayana school, which I discussed on previous show about sex magics, and in Japan I think only living Vajrayana or Diamond Pet School outside Tibet is called Shingon, and it became the cult of the imperial family.

But I think from older times, you know, there are saintly statues like this spread out all over East and Southeast Asia during the time when Vajrayana had proselytes, it was sending you catch prayer in morning, you can hear that. I don't have especially real Shingon chanting, you know, it's an esoteric sect. So what you know about it is somewhat controlled, esoteric, you know, you cannot really learn from book, you need mentor directly to teach you. But here is a kind of Shingon chanting, very powerful. Do you hear this? It's very nice. There is a beautiful scene, by the way, in Mishima's After the Banquet, when the main character who is a middle-aged woman, she goes to a to a fire festival with a man and in Japan certain things are preserved a very long time. This is a

syncretic festival she attend that makes not only Buddhism and Shinto but I believe certain aspect of Japanese culture that was in a remote time imported from the steppe because there was a steppe invasion of Japan around the 400s which left them with some unusual heritage like steppe fire worship festival, as well as some say the samurai-cased institution descends from this. But these terrifying monk-monster mummies are spread out in small spots all over Asia, and especially Japan. Soku-shimbutsu has barbarous testaments to man's overcoming of the human creatura. And I think only in second order could you understand them as statements of a particular faith. ways to dazzle and terrify and awaken men's spirit in the same way that you know that

Cathars, medieval Christian heretical sect, they had similar practice where the Cathar perfects, these were their preachers and their elect, they would practice lives of extreme poverty and asceticism and shame, the Christian priesthood, the mainline priesthood, they would abstain from meat and sex and all possessions and this, and at the end of their lives many would starve themselves to achieve similar ascent, but also no doubt to shock the people into a magnificent and grotesque oar. And this was called the Andura, the festing toward nirvana. And you shouldn't think that this is preserved only of Buddhism or of heretical Christianity because early Christianity had similar, you can look up the stylite saints, they are amazing

masters of will again, who shows the people of late Roman Empire another way, a way out. They would go on top of ruins, on top of columns that were empty columns, and of course this would be a large enough column where the top would be a platform where they would be able to sit comfortably. And they would just sit there in Buddhist-like way, like sadhus or like fakirs with legs crossed until their legs would atrophy to nothing, and they would fast. And the stylized saints still revered at least in Eastern Orthodoxy, I'm not sure if also in Catholic Church, but they are similar, just like the Buddhist monks, they would chant the Nenbutsu, but they too would chant the Jesus prayer over and over and over.

So you see, some have been led to think common origin to Buddhism and Christianity is that Jesus even studied in India. Schopenhauer says this might must be the case, that Jesus in Christianity is so much like a Hindu avatar, but I am not sure. It is, like I say, a common, maybe natural origin to this, that in a society where conquest and expansion of all types is closed off, then certain great men wish nevertheless to find some way to overcome the human creatura I mention. And so they embrace this annihilation of all things. So an ascetic hermit with atrophied legs chanting and self-starving on top of an abandoned column by side of the road. What an end this is to antiquity, to Greco-Roman antiquity, and I am able to see the magnificence

of all this, even if, you know, this is not my thing, okay, but there is a vital vehemence to such men ultimately, no matter what the content of their religious teaching might be. These are real heroes, maybe, you know, explorers of the spirit, whereas, you know, the integralists today and the utilitarian religionists who seek to turn religious command into a support for suburban family life in this, I don't have so much respect for that. I find it disgusting, in fact, this community center Hillel religion, Hillel center religion and all this. If you see the Sopranos, this show again, they have good image there of the community priest and this type, it's nauseating, right? The priest and the Sopranos. So I'll talk that another time though, but yes, the stylized saints are very different.

If you want to see interesting image of them, look up the painter Karel Willing, a Dutch surrealist. He's a favorite. art. The music I'm using in the breaks of this show are by a frog. He sent me, he said, Bap, you are doing special show. It's number 88. Hulk Hogan. Here are my musics. Please use them. I am grateful to this frog for using musics. You know who you are. But this Karel Willink I've posted on my account before a few of his paintings. He's a favorite of mine because he's one of the direct copiers of Giorgia de Chirico. Giorgia de Chirico, of course, inspired all the surrealist movement, but Karel Villink is one of you who directly follows him, in other words, style very, very similar. And he has some painting of stylized saints, a captivating image of them on column with

modern factory smoke in the background, this interesting kind of reactionary futurism. I like this. Buddhism very interesting anyway, but it's funny. Some time ago, I looked for swastika pendant on the internets and I was looking with another frog and we find various offshore sites in Singapore, for example, selling this small swastika pendant or in a Korean site where they had, you know, a large swastika pendant made of brass or gold-plated brass with a large chain, thick chain, because, you know, the Koreans are the gold chain race of Northeast Asia. If you go to Tokyo, you will see everybody's super thin, none of the men lift. But in Seoul, very many bodybuilders and with sterons and this, so you know they like the

large gold chains and this site say, this site was directed to Korean girls looking for a gift for their boyfriend, so it was saying this is a great gift for your boyfriend, this symbol has meant different things to different people, it means something else in Korean culture. It made me laugh, you know, I don't know if the site is still up but maybe they had to do this because in New York, in Brooklyn, I think some congressmen went to a Korean store where they had swastika earrings and they raised big fuss and they would not accept that this is just the Buddhist and also just generally good luck symbol in Korea, much of Asia. I mean, if you look on Google map, Tokyo, you know, maybe I shouldn't say this, they

will be targeted too, but this is just the symbol for any Buddhist temple on Google map if you look at Tokyo, but this congressman, guess their ethnic group, right? This congressman raised a big scandal about it. You can find articles still if you look at this. This is before the wonk revolution supposedly, right? What are the origins of this insanity is nothing new, but this scandal made some small insignificant Korean jewelry store stop selling, you know, the dangerous neo-Nazi swastika earrings, right? Big success. Anyway I end up finding nice, small, discrete silver swastika in Singapore. I get it delivered and I walk around with it on a nice silver chain on my neck and I go to a Vietnamese restaurant. I like faux soup with the many meats. I always ask, you give me extra tripe.

I love the tripe, you know, it's very much like, there's a Turkish soup also with tripe, it's very good. I go into this viet restaurant I like, I frequented for many years. The managers there know me, she was a nice old lady. I think she was Thai actually, but she was running a viet restaurant. So I show her this pendant and she was just shocked, you know, or pretended to be. She got wide eyed and told me, no, no, I don't know what this is. We don't use this in Thailand, I found very amusing. But maybe she was right. The girl at the Tibetan store a little bit, she found it funny, but tell me, you know, We can't sell that here, I understood, but the Thai lady, she was frightened. We don't use that in Asia.

She was lying, of course, but maybe instead of vada, Buddhism is not used, you know, what's practiced in Thailand is this, but in Vietnam it is used, that's swastika, but surely she knew what it was, and she doesn't understand the necessity of it. She does not understand the necessity of this symbol, supposedly of good luck, but actually of renewal through purgation. Because I was in Vietnam in 2019, if you remember, if you're a long-time friend, you may remember I posted some photos on my old account. I ate at the Hotel Continental. I didn't stay there, but I ate at a restaurant in this, which if you watch Quiet American and anything with Old Vietnam, the Hotel Continental, very important there. But I posted some nice old photos.

So I flew into Hong Kong in 2019 early, which, you know, maybe I talk next segment or some other segment, but from Hong Kong I went to Saigon from where I intended to work my way up Vietnam and then across Southeast Asia, all the way to Burma. I was hoping to meet with Ratu. But it was not a good plan because by the time you get there, you're tired of airplane travel, which I always find travel terrifying, no matter how much I do it, I hate flying. So then, you know, how do you get around? You know, the best way to see a country is to drive. So you can do your own schedule. You stop in many small towns when you drive. You see tourists, I mean, you see things that tourists do not see. You see unusual things. You go to small villages. I did this in Brazil, Argentina.

Now it's changed because more globalization recently, but you used to go to small villages. They had never seen a foreigner there. So you can stop also. You take in nature whatever you feel like it. I do not have much respect for these hippie backpackers, they say, oh, I live in hostel and I save so much money and I live in hostel, I backpack. Well when you rent car you can sleep in car sometime or you can sleep by side of road. If you have tent or this you don't even need to stay in hostel which are disgusting places. So that is another advantage of car travel, you know, but you can stop wherever you like if you have freedom. But I was strong advised not to do this in Southeast Asia. I was told you can't, even by very experienced travelers told me, do not do it, you need

to hire a local driver. Well, at that time my book was doing well, but I did not have yet enough to hire a driver for two or three months, so I was left, how do I get around? I was out, so then what do you do? You can take a bus, but that's horrible. You know, I use real luggage, not backpack. So you have to, if you use bus, you show up at station, sometime you have to shop 5 a.m. or whenever the bus is on their schedule. You cannot stop on the way, of course. It's uncomfortable often inside, and you wait in bus station with hippie, and other day you drag my huge bag around. It's horrible. in Saigon for some time, trying to decide what I do next. And the longer I stayed there, I felt everything closing in, something I had not experienced

in a long time, this extreme claustrophobia, this crushing suffocation, being in that bog man city. Look, I've yet friends, they're very nice, I do not attack, the food is very good, but that city I ended up having panic attacks after about one week there. I spent almost every day, by the end of my time there, I was almost every day at the Caravel Hotel, which is where all the American and foreign press used to spend, they used to have cocktail hours in the 1960s, it's still a nice place. I was supposed to smooth the way for Trump visit to Vietnam, you see, now I joke, but so look, I walk around plenty, it's not like I just stayed in the hotel, I walk around the city all day, but without scooter, it takes sometimes 10, 15 minutes to cross a street in Saigon, okay?

And it's just this ultimate version of city where there's nothing, there are some poor attempts at parks, but otherwise you don't see any nature, it's just a concrete giant slum city, swarms of scooters. And I found Saigon very disturbing, spirit crushing place, yeah, coffee, good. So I decided I cannot take this, I must leave Asia. I was ready to leave Asia, but finally a friend invited me to Bali, which has many still problems of overcrowded, same as this, and by the side of the road in Bali is like a ditch, maybe for the rain to run off, but there's like an open sewer, it's disgusting. If you ever go to there, you must fly directly into Tenpasar in Bali. not go to Jakarta or Indonesia because that is hell on earth.

Just to give you an example, what I know from friends about Jakarta, in Jakarta you cannot, if you're trying to leave the place, you cannot buy plane ticket ahead of time because traffic is so awful it may take you six, seven hours to get from wherever you're staying to the airport. On some days you cannot make it to the airport so you can only buy ticket when you're already at airport. Now think of living, that is hell on earth, there is some kind of electrified sewer type thing by every side of road, you cannot walk by side of road, there is this hellish pit of sewage water electrification that you can fall and never come out of. Now think of life there. Does this not prove that human populations are basically different species biologically? I mean can you think of living there?

If I live there, I talk this with a friend, if I or this friend had to live there, we would just become completely autistic, withdrawing on ourselves, never talk to anyone and basically become catatonic. Can you imagine, oh yeah, I'm going to throw my fuck into this woman that our mother set up this marriage and I'm going to throw my fuck into her and make 20 children? I would not be able to reproduce in that environment, would you? So it's different types of people for different types of places, different strokes for different folk. To me the existence of a place like Jakarta, a hell on earth for me, it proves that mankind has already bifurcated into different species. It also proves that extermination of this species, I do not advocate violence, I hope

for an asteroid, that's all I'm saying, but some type of real great reason, not like Karl Schwab or whatever they say, Klaus Schwab. But something to stop this type of bug mankind from proliferating, you see. But look, so I go to Bali, it still has many of these problems, but Bali is a completely different place. Maybe I talk this show next, but Bali is actually, despite its overcrowdedness, is kind of still a magical place, despite that and the tourists and this. But in a place like Saigon, you understand the importance of the swastikas. This is what I'm trying to get at, the swastika, the black hole at the center of the galaxy that makes all spin around it in a primordial vortex of violence. You start to get a feel for that.

You start to be a connoisseur for that, for the need for annihilation and escape from this overwhelming heap of red humanity. You start to feel for this annihilate everything that exists. No matter how much they classify Paris, or how many Cameroonian restaurants they build, or how many Chechen gangs of 14-year-old Ressio and Boulevard Sebastopol, it will always remain for me a city of romance, a very powerful feel city. There is vibrance in air, and if I can sound like a hippie, I say there is vibration, good vibes in air, which, by the way, the word hippie comes from the Greek hippos, horse. In ancient Greek you have many names like hippias and basically all names including hip root, H-I-P-P, they are aristocratic horsemen names, you know, and the hippies were trying

to lay claim to this, to call themselves horsemen type knights and to lay claim to the ancient Indo-European heritage of wandering freedom and power and horsemanship and the right to rule through the chariot wheel and so forth. But that aside, yes, I may sound like hippie, but some places have vibes, you know. The Northeast United States, for example, very dark feel, like Lovecraft knew there is an ancient evil stalking the land. And then you have the Southwest, like Southern California, and I know it is fashionable on reactionary circles to shit on Los Angeles, but I think L.A. has very nice feel emanating from the land, and excuse if I repeat myself on this, but it's true. The people from around the world, if you look on forums that discuss, they reach similar

conclusions about the different places in the world. The Tokyo has very dark feel, no matter how interesting the city and the life there is. The land in that particular place is a demonic and dark energy, which the Japanese themselves, they concede this. And Bali, I mentioned in the previous segment, has magical feel. This is true. You feel this even before the plane fully land. The land itself is truly blessed. There is this kind of dreamy light. It suffuses everything. The Dutch should own it. It is a Dutch land. It's an extension of Holland. And Buenos Aires, similar, has – I never felt bad there. It has amazing feel like Paris. It's under Antarctic protection maybe. Now Paris to me, it struck me from when I saw it with incredible power from first time.

They cannot shake the feeling of thrill and romance that exists already in the place. And if you want to get this feel, you watch some of movies of Léos Carax. He's the realist filmmaker, sometimes a bit pretentious, but especially his early movie Boy Meets Girl, I think that's his first movie, and then movie sang Bad Blood, where city itself is as big character as the actors. Later, he has a love story between homeless called The Lovers of Pawnerff, and you could watch also some famous new wave, I think, Truffaut has 400 blows, it's a very nice story of juvenile delinquent a bit, but beautiful scenes of adventure on city streets. When I was around, I will not say exact age, but some time ago I had a powerful dream at

night in which, if I would show up at the Place de la Concorde, which is quite a regal and magnificent plaza, okay, I was 24 or 25, I will not say exact age, but as this dream that, I mean literal dream at night, it was very intense, that if I show up at Place de la Concorde, it's a very nice plaza, and if I show there on a certain date in October, I would receive a great revelation, this, I had a dream. So I decided to go there, you know, it was cold days in that autumn and I was almost broke as usual, but if a great voice calls you, you must follow. So I go Paris and I had been there before one or two times, but I go there and on the appointed day nothing really happened. I mean something unusual actually did happen. I went there at dawn. It looked great. It was empty.

What I did see was a cavalry procession. I did not make this up. It happened. There was cavalry procession. But I did not have a trance revelation like I was hoping. When you expect something too much, maybe, that's a kind of presumptuous blasphemy. So nothing came to me on that day except this cavalry procession. As it so happened, in that year in Paris there were troubles, there were troubles and ethnic strife has been there a long time. In recent years, the ethnic tension with Algerians and so forth is much more intense now. If you talk to any French who has lived in Lyon or Paris recently, they will tell you you get in fight on street. Now, maybe normal French do not, but I have a friend, he is 100% French, but from one

One of the French island in Caribbean, I will not say which, but he's from one of the settler families there. He go to study in France, he tell me every day he got into fistfight on the street in Lyon because unlike native Frenchmen, he's more French than the French maybe, the real French traditions survive in their colonies. When he went there, you know, he grew up with code of honor so he would not take insult from the Algeroids and so forth, so he would get insulted on street and every day he would would get into fist fight. This happened very frequently now, but when I was there, it was not as much, but already happening. And you know, I found half Algerian girlfriend who liked to cosplay and this is very alt-right to have, you know, Algeria girlfriend.

She was into cosplay or knife plays, that is all I would have to say. But at the time, and I pretty much believe, even then what I say in the book, it's what I've always believed. So I was there looking for a fight, okay, I said, okay, the French will now rise up against this disgusting fifth republic. Of course they did not, it was not yet the time, it's still not apparently the time, but I went there, I wanted to fight this filth regime, the so-called republic, what a disgusting leech on France and its history, an illegitimate government, and they try there, like in America, to confuse the nation with the government. They try to make this unclear which is which, or allegiance to the republic exists, but the French is not the republic.

If you remember Maupassant's novel, Bellamy, I mentioned before one of my favorite books, and it's this, this is a kind of lit crit word I hate, but it's the most devastating portrait of modern republics and modern mass democracy. It's the story of an ex-soldier, very handsome, who becomes journalists in the 1880s Paris and advances in high society through a series of rich mistresses. Some of them married and it's just an accurate image of the miserable modern government and how the media works. And the detractors, they call this the first fascist novel, but you must read it anyway. So I wish artiste and other friends had encouraged frogs to use actually game to achieve this, you know, to get rich women to support you, and that's actually one of the advantages

of being poor in a first world country. If you're poor in Paris or equivalent European city, you know, there are great public services You can attend cinema with a student card for free, basically, and they put a big tax on videos and discount cinema because they wanted people to have a public life. They were encouraged to go and come into the cinema. And this kind of regulation I support. Of course, in America, think about why this is not possible. Think about who talks to the motherfucking screen from the back row, right? Which is, by the way, why any purely economic incentive Of course, it's just the beginning. You need to practice this yourself. But if on the other hand your money is running out, which was always my condition, but your

money is running out and you're in third world countries, that's when it can be quite stressful because in a third world country there's public nothing. You cannot get a part-time job at a Scottish bar in Paris and pay rent. A working class in Brazil or even Argentina, you work 12 hours sometimes. If you actually get a working class job, I never did, but you'll be working in hot sun for 12 hours, you get paid nothing, which is, you know, this is a new world thing. Oligarchs, they love this arrangement, you know, not only do you get cheap labor supply, but for those who don't like to work in these miserable conditions, your only option is what? Is to prostitute yourself. So this way, oligarchs like this, you get the free and easy immorality of displaces.

It leads to, there are many young people who become prostitutes, female as well as there There are male rent boys in this and this is considered somewhat culturally quite normal, which is what the Weekly Standard and a similar magazine, they try to normalize also this in America, which has escaped the fate of other New World, you know, so-called republics. So this was common desire if you read a Weekly Standard blog and this even before the Only Fans thing they were promoting, you know, the princess economy and the gig economies is shorthand for mass prostitution ultimately, you see, so you can see a future in Latino America where even for lower middle class guys on steroids, for example, is considered maybe not completely out of the ordinary that you let fags suck you off and this so you

can afford a potato or later a sneaker, and this is an unfortunate moral condition of these places, and maybe I would encourage them to move to Washington, D.C., and to have integralists for Marco Rubio GOP pay you $500 to ejaculate in their cappuccino, it's much easier for more monies. But aside from that, you cannot live there as a poor man, as I'm saying, but in Paris you can get a job at a Scottish bar with fake paper, or even I had friends who faked a welfare document. I'm sorry if you are French listeners, but yes, I knew a frog who leached off of your welfare system in France, so, you know, if you let the Algerians do it, why not right-wing lunatic? So I felt like this, like I deserved French welfare. So I ended up living in a hotel for a while in Paris.

It was seen out of Paul Thomas Anderson freak show crap movie. I get along well with, it was very strange, this coterie of weird wannabe artiste types in leather jackets and they congregate around an old woman for some reason. I don't know who she was, but she lived at this hotel. I don't know. They were people role playing some kind of version of Salon Life, but it was still entertaining and enormously seedy, they were drug-type people, you know, and sometimes I wish instead that I had accepted invitations of younger people to join their group to drink and this, but I rebuffed them and I spent some time rather with schizophrenics because I felt I had a religious mission, okay, and at this hotel, the maid, she stole my boxers. I think she stole them.

I asked this woman, the receptionist woman, where are my boxer? I had yellow boxers with palm… I was front… little, you know, blue palms on them. I was very fond of them. I left them on the bed. They were missing. She say, oh, maybe the men took them as a gift. You know, she left hysterically like this. The fucking bitch at Scottish bar would not let me work there without papers. They would have to be faked as well. I will be right back. So a place like Rio de Janeiro, I once knew a criminal lawyer and he say it's the best place in the world if you're rich and the worst if you're poor. But in Europe is not like that. You can live well more or less as a poor in a city like Paris. Now so let me tell you first about this lawyer. So you know he really was both a

criminal defense lawyer but also criminal lawyer in that he did many tricks. He surveilled people, he hired people to intimidate and beat up occasionally on behalf of his clients and many such things. A little bit like that character from Showtime, a show called Ray Donovan. Ray Donovan, but real and not gay. The actor who plays Ray Donovan come actually from genteel family and the whole show is fake. But this guy was for real and guys like that are not married generally. You know, Ray Donovan, they try to do all he lives a normal family life like Tony Soprano. No, no. Men who do that are generally not married. They consult with prosties or other and he was always with high-class prostitutes and low-class also, and he was not old, but

maybe late 40s, and in America he would be called a black guy, but he hated blacks, and he called himself a Marroquinho Francés, which, you know, is very funny, you know, he didn't want to be black, so he kept telling me how he would eventually find a blonde wife so he could have children lighter than himself. is very common in Latink's world, okay? I don't think it ever happened. Unfortunately for him, his lifestyle usually only ends in one way. But he was a good friend, one of most hilarious men I've known, extreme extrovert. We would go to bars and he would scandalize women and these were nice bars, you know, scandalize women, talk to them about how he would brush their pussy with a toothbrush. And he also taught me very many useful things

Like he say, if you're a fucking annoying woman, you can just put lemon juice on tip of your member and it will really make her hurt. And I found this very important tactic, you know, you can try to great effect yourself, be one, but whatever. He put on, you know, the Don style, the Don. He would have a jacket swung over shoulder and go to all the waiter and maitre d and hand out tips to all of them. You have, you know, he would hand them out with the pound facing up, but the pound facing down, that's how you have to do it. And he taught me to call the waiters many things like Dr. President and Old Goat and many such things. And he was constantly trying to get me to invest in the money scheme, you know, I knew

he was trying to rip me off, I never did invest with him, he always had business propositions, give me $5,000 and by the end of two weeks you get back $15,000 and he was hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt. I do not know to whom. And occasionally he would be depressed and the next day he'd invite me to an expensive bar with whores, throw money around, introduce me to a Lebanese strip club owner who he ruthlessly mocked and set up and I think, you know, he threatened one's life one time while doing a kind of mock belly dance thing, you know. So he invited me to a meeting on another day where in Brazil because all voting is mandatory and you don't get social security if you don't vote. So this socially responsible policy, you know, it just leads to your voter fraud on industrial scale.

So he would invite me to a meeting where he set up between a congressman, candidate, it was an election year, and congressman and owner of a chain of bickeries who was selling him I think around 5,000 votes. It was completely out in the open, you know, so during this meeting he made sure to say I do not drink Coca-Cola, I only drink Guaraná, I'm a patriot and all this. So he's very funny, but I was his American friend. I suppose he invited me for prestige, you know, I dressed well and so, but, but you'd veer between depression and exuberance and often this was tied to his financial fortunes. So sometimes he would disappear. He would go to the Caribbean coast, which was his home province, and other times he

would call me from the most expensive restaurant in town where he took his regular whore. And he would tell me he was so happy, you know, he finally got $400,000 loan, which of course I knew he never intended to pay back. He was a very entertaining man, he scandalized homos in public, you know, there are homos everywhere in Rio, he'd go up to them in a restaurant and ask them if it's true that getting fucked in the ass meant he had heard, I've heard this prevent all occurrences of prostate cancer, is this true, and it got these people very upset, but his outrageous character, eschovartudo, you know, that means, yeah, brush everything, use toothbrush on woman's vagine. He would ask them this. I haven't been in touch with him in a long time. I prefer to think he is dead.

I think he surely was. He was killed, no doubt his body floating in Guanabara Bay. But it turned out later I found many people in Rio actually knew him. I later asked someone random at Titibar, another lawyer, he is city bureaucrat type, a lawyer who seemed to know everyone, and I said, do you know this guy? And he said, sure, everybody knows Dr. So-and-so, I haven't seen him lately, but Dr. So-and-so is well known. He was an aide by which he meant a fixer for the high-powered criminal defense law, I don't know if law organization or lawyer or whatever, but for an important office or something, but he was very seedy character. I was happy to have such a guide to third world garbage and proceedings. He showed me parts of red light districts that even taxi drivers are afraid to go into.

So I may try to invite similar men on this show. I tell you before, but schizophrenia makes it difficult. Brazil is a crazy place. I was once with a prostitute that this lawyer had set me up with. She was a pretty girl. She pretended to be a massage artist. I guess that's her day job, you know, but she was, however, during, you know, Evangelical, she was Evangelical Christian, which is very popular now in Latino America, you know. The integralists who favor mass immigration, they do not know this, that many of the immigrants would be Protestant in fact, but she was Evangelical, sure, we are the new Israel and this, but she had side work as a prostitute, and I remember my time there well. Right now, Brazil has been, I think, destroyed in part by lockdown.

I don't know anymore, but who knows if any of these countries will come back. Argentina, Brazil, they took this Wuhan grid thing so seriously. The people I hear are absolutely frightened there. In Europe, where you think the spirit of liberty is less alive, there's been more resistance, but I don't know. But look, this girl, when I knew her, she had side work as a prostitute, and I think this is quite common in Latrino world where during daytime you're an evangelical Christian and a believing one and then at night you do this and it's not about hypocrisy. I hate that take and I think it's just a different relation to carnal sin and to redemption. I did not see it as hypocrisy so please see Dostoevsky on the ground men for clarification.

But I prefer attitude of Brazilian prostate which is shameless and you know they enjoy it and were by contrast in East Europe, not Russia, okay, so it's very different, Russia women are shameless, they like it in the ass and whatever, but East Europe had this very shy kind of behavior, it's fake, I think it's fake shy, and you may like that in a girl next door, girlfriend if you marry, but not in a prostitute, you know, and I need this old international whore monger to come on show and explain this to you, but anyway, It's funny the Portuguese, in Portugal I mean, they have all kind of inferiority, superiority complex with respect to the Brazilians. So when I lived for a bit in Portugal and to get there the first time I took a bus from France. I'm never doing that again.

It's a disgusting two-day bus ride with fat farting Portuguese Spanish peasants, very intense malodorous emanations from their unwashed clothes and selves. Many of you, like Heidegger, you have high opinion of peasant life, but I encourage you to cure yourselves of this by going to actually live among peasants, whether Russia, you just read Chekhov's story, Peasants, if you cannot go to live among Russia, Peasants, or go to a Spanish countryside or this, and you see just the vicious way they treat animals, okay, they deserve extermination just for that. So I was in Portugal and I would frequently have people chimp on me because I spoke Portuguese, I had learned in Brazil, not very well, but I spoke it with the accent.

So I would be in cab and I very politely asked taxi driver, ask, excuse me, I started to talk like Jesse Jackson now, I politely asked some taxi driver, please go a little bit faster and trying to get in and he'd chimp out, you know, he'd go, no, this is not Brazil, This is Portugal. The faster you do that in Brazil, you know, it's in great vehemence. This is the attitude they have. In general, there is a kind of arrogance to Iberian taxi drivers. They have short fuse, great emotional outbursts. I asked one recently, I was in Spain last five, six months, I asked one, how would you drive from Madrid to Galicia, which was his home province? And he told me various ways, he was polite, so I innocently asked, how about I drive through to Burgos. Is that okay?" And he answered, no. Burgos, no.

Never. You know, I didn't ask for detail why he felt so strong on this, but this is how it goes. Extreme vehemence. No, no. Never Burgos. You know, so whether Portugal or Spain, I think generally actually character of two countries is quite different, but the taxi drivers are very quick to fight you and each other. I've seen them get into physical fight over customers and this. Look, maybe this is good. In Hong Kong, taxi drivers just stopped Uber called, okay? They stopped it. There's no Uber in Hong Kong as far as maybe that's changed, but they simply blocked the roads until the government passed the law to ban Uber. In Hong Kong, there is like hill town by the sea, so there's, you know, excuse me, parallel to the sea. There's one main road.

They just blocked it and stopped all traffic in the whole city. So look, if you want the country, you have to fight for it. They managed to stop Uber. Maybe this jealous, short-fused attitude is good. I don't know. But in Portugal, they went too far with this. I was obviously not Brazilian. I didn't even speak it that well. But I would get treated like a black guy in stereotypical United States sitcom or show about discrimination. I would go into a port wine store and there'd be this nice old woman and she'd come there And when she heard how I spoke, she informed me very kindly, you know, that, oh, we get many Brazilian millionaire here. They come to our store. We value them as client. You know, this kind of painter is, I found it funny.

I mean, I'm not even, you know, another time I go to a mall with a friend and this friend is a huge spurg. He would not disagree with me, but he basically has two rep-like outbursts. So we would go there eating some pastry and this and this fat fuck of a couple, a literal mall cop, right? So he come in, he's fat but with beret, and he go up to us and he says, no, you can't eat this in mall. So I very innocently offered it to him, and I'm not even thinking, okay, I just offered him the pastry, but he's a fat fuck, so he's sensitive about this. He spins around, you know, I was shocked, he spins around, you know, he whipped out a walkie-talkie violently, and he's saying that, okay, we have clown face, you know, it's a Portuguese expression, ten cara de paliaso, you know.

So he immediately, down the escalator comes this other ludicrously skinny cop, same mole cop type dressed in stormtrooper boots actually, and he's got this big hook nose, this skinny guy with a big hook nose next to the fat cop, and he gets right in our faces, shaking his finger and doing this, you know, belly-like motion with his neck, his beak nose hovering in our faces saying, this isn't Brazil, this isn't Brazil, you know, so we get kicked out. So this is Portugal, you see, so you wonder why I say in the book that Lisbon is inhabited out of vanity, you know, I was staying in this very cheap pension, there was a woman running it, she's a nice woman, but she's reading, I see her reading every day, sometimes

fashion magazines, but half the days she's reading a magazine called Bacalhao, this is named for salt cart, they're obsessed with salt cart, they have a street, if you go to historical quarters, a street named Rua de Bacalhau or something. You know, they have hundreds of recipes for salt cod, which is admittedly a versatile and nice food. I enjoy it. Actually, when you desalt that cod and you cook it, unlike fresh cod, which can be dried, it can have a very moist texture and this, but they're obsessed, you know, she'd be reading a magazine called Bacalhau, you know, so this is why I say it's inhabited out of vanity. I said in the book, but in fact, it is a great city. You know, I would recommend some of you who are looking to relocate to take a scouting

trip there, stay two, three weeks, see if you like it, Reddit just had a big article on Lisbon and maybe Reddit posting on it means that it's ruining the prospects and future of that city. But like Madrid, it's one of the few places in Europe, it's full of a kind of a good feel, full of life right now at this moment at least, even though with the lockdown in but it's always been a kind of a hole in the international network of Sauron or Zog. For some reason, they decided to leave Lisbon off as a free space. It's full of spies, spooks of all kinds, it's always been. Prosties, criminals, you look at Estoril, which is basically a seaside suburb of Lisbon, and the famous chess player Alekhin, I think he's the best chess player ever

in terms of his amazing imagination and wild designs, at least he's the equal of Fisher. But Alekhin was murdered there in 1947 because he was a white Russian emigre, he was a living embarrassment to the Soviet Union and its pretensions after World War II to scientific and chess supremacy and so they killed him. But all of his story was like this, full of ex-monarchs and expats and Lisbon still has You know, it's somehow outside the global system of control and surveillance for now. Speaking of Zog, I intended to have this show by Equinox, but I have to tell you, they again turned on their radio wave machine or something. My energy for the last few days has been absolutely completely drained. To do this show for you today, I had to ingest something, two, three cups of very strong

coffee with chaga powder, or I wouldn't have been able to do this show, and it's not just me. to other frogs, other parts of the world, we're not living in the same place, everyone feels drained this last week, it always happens around Equinox, they turn on some machine to sap our energy, you know, they're eating it somewhere. In any case, Lisbon has this condition, it's like a free city, you can imagine it's free from rest of system of world control, somewhat. I mean just the general feel, not the particular policies of whatever government may be there, These things are not as important as you think. If you are an expat in Argentina, you are untouched no matter what the government is. But that is why it's preferable, by the way, to be a citizen in one country, a resident

in another, and to keep your money in a third. And this is not my advice, it's libertarian Doug Casey's advice, I may repost an old article of his. But where was I? Yes, so I get to France looking for a fight. This was a while ago. wanted a revolution. I wanted the French to overthrow their government right then. I was ready to fight. But you know the only people fighting, you know who they were? The Muslims on one hand, and on the other hand the Jews. Not the whole Jewish population, but just the Tagar. This is sort of the college-age version of Beitar, which is the youth group, the hardcore Zionist Jabotinsky militant youth group. So this is Tagar, and they were just Just fighting each other in the Marais, which is one of the most beautiful parts of Paris,

maybe in terms of architecture and feel on the streets, maybe my favorite part, but right now it's, you know, half gay and half Jewish, that's who resides in Marais. And you'd get the only people against fighting at the time were Tagar, they would show up at the Palestinian author's book signing, they would break windows, they beat people up, and then the Muslims would do that back to them in turn. So there would just be these petty street fight actions. And at the time the French weren't fighting, you know, there was nothing like Gilets Jaunes or Yellow Vest or this. And that's changed since then. By the way, not just with Yellow Vest, but there's a lot of low-level day-to-day fighting right now on French streets that's just not reported.

But it's just low-level, you know, it's nothing that I could get involved in as a foreigner. But at the time it was just those two, and this was sometime after 9-11. So a lot of European nationalist sentiments then, as still now by the way, they were much directed against Arabs and Islam, you know, the old Gates of Vienna blog and the first online thing I did, by the way, I went on the Hindutva website, this is a radical Hindu organization, many of you may know it, they would have these apocalyptic messages about the coming post-Islamic world, somewhat Narendra Modi is loosely associated with groups like like this, which is why Obongo was freaking out about him and didn't shake his hand and so forth.

But then after I was on the Hindutva website, I didn't really participate, I lurked there. But my real first foray was I went on Sunni forums and I pretended to be an Ismaili radical. So I would be brothers, salvation is only through the blood of Ali, renounce the law, all law is broken, all the laws have fallen. All the law has been renounced. Salvation is only through the blood of Armatius and, you know, the Sunnis that would chimp so bad on me, you know, is much more effective than attacking them with shit lib thing or, you know, the way the neo-Khan's do it. So in any case, I go to Paris, I'm looking for a fight, okay, and the only guys fighting the Muslims and the Islam invader and the Arab in Europe, which is the main problem

immigrant group, although the Africans are bad, but, you know, a lot of the African problem in France in particular is African Muslims. Not that the African Christians should be there, they should live too, but I'm saying in Europe it's much more legitimate to be concerned about Islam than in the United States. But the only guys fighting them is Tagar Japotinsky's youth, and I know many of you think they are the enemy in this, well I thought at least they're fighting. So I actually went into a Tagar office, okay, and I asked the guy what's going on, I'm And he says to me, you want to write for our magazine? And it was something called like Alavista or AltaVista, something like this, I don't remember. But I say, okay, okay, yes, I'll write for you, but what about street actions?

I didn't ask him so directly, but he never coped to anything, he never admitted anything, but he left me to understand that if I wrote for them and if I proved my friendship and hung out with them and let them scope me out and this, that yes, there would be street fight and training for me. Well, what do you think I did? I'll tell you what I did. I took tickets soon after I left for Brazil. You know what I'm saying? I want to fight, but it has to be my fight, you see, and that was not it. So you know, I had nothing to do with them. This is the problem. You go to fight somewhere, there is no fight, and to add insult to it, the only ones fighting are these kind of petty ethnic groups in their own petty ethnic rivalries that have nothing

to do with the broader conflict that I'm interested in. So now you have people looking for this same thing and they go to fight. You have Westerners and Americans who went to fight, for example, in Ukraine recently, some for Donbass, others went to fight for Azov Battalion, and then you have Leftoids who went to fight for the YPG in Syria, the Kurdish socialist group. And Moki actually uncovered some of them in the Seattle thing during the summer of 2020. These were ex-YPG and they were in Seattle. But the point is, it's almost all Feds in these things, you know, it's all these American Feds in Syria and other kinds of American Feds in the Azov Battalion in Ukraine. And so in all these cases, it's not our fight, it's not my fight, it's another example.

So I'm not ideologically as much against things like Donbas or Azov or on the other hand Tagar, which I know animates many of you, but I'm not as much ideologically against things like Tagar or Jabotinsky as some of you. I have an article on this if you're interested. I wrote it about two years ago. I admire their fighting spirit, but mostly I'm indifferent to their aims, and this is why I could not get myself to write for them or to fight for them. Although fighting, this is what I want to do, and I'm saying this because I will come back to America, but only if there's a real fight, and a fight for the right side and the right cause. Otherwise, what is the point? It's all fed fake shit. It's made up. This isn't a real fight.

The real fight would be millions of boomers and someone like Trump has to animate them. So I don't know. Many frogs ask me, Bep, should I stay in the United States or should I leave and be expat? And I cannot answer such important life questions for anyone. If you like to stay in America, you should stay and you should infiltrate. It works. in that. You know, infiltration drives the other side insane even when it doesn't fully succeed. The city bureaucrat, if you go to his account, he has a very good pinned post on this and you can see in real time how both the establishment right and left are driven insane by possibilities that frogs or others could infiltrate their institutions. So there is always value in that and if you have strong reasons and ties to the United

state to stay there, then do so, your family, friends, and this. On the other hand, I myself would only return to fight an all-out fight because I don't want another situation like in France where I'm there and it's like I can't make the French men rise up, okay? So I'm just there enjoying pastry and going to cheese shop and having anal French women they chimp at me because if you take the cheese, you place the cheese on the counter and the I mean the glass thing on top of the counter, they will ostentatiously chip at you. No monsieur, no, how dare you, we do not do that here. They wipe it so everybody can see that you're a barbarian, how dare you put, it's fermented raw cheese, how dare you put it on the glass.

So I'm there eating salami and cheese, but no fight, it's just Jews, Chechens, Muslims and gays getting into scraps on the street with each other, so what is the point? So you know, I went to Brazil instead, poolside, so to speak, to stay on the beach and this. But the spirit of Paris and of wanting to fight on the streets, I never forgot that feel. The whole city, no matter how much they try to Disney-fy or plastify it, again it vibrates with a special romance. It's cliché, but it's true. And sometimes I sit and wonder if I had stayed, maybe I would have met, you know, I would have met Alizé. I wonder about this sometime. I think this some days. You know, Alize, the Corsican singer, you know. I think sometimes through television, she does very good renditions of La Isla Lolita

or something, La Isla Bonita by Madonna Hoare, but she does a good rendition of it. And I post some of her other songs online, and I think sometimes through the television when she dances, she feels the power in my eye. And I think she would have fallen in love with me. I think that some days that I was destined to have a great romance with Alize, that maybe I shouldn't have left France. This causes me intense anguish, this thought, to think that she is not mine, that she could have been mine. And now she has hit a wall physically. I do not look at pictures. This does not make me happy, you know, like that would be a sour grapes thing. I'm not a resentful guy when that makes me happy. Quite the opposite.

It makes the prospect and the thought of the past even much sadder for me because maybe She shouldn't have reached this state. Maybe it was her destiny to be mine instead and we would have died young together during a war or a battle and her beauty would have been preserved forever like Mishima. You know Mishima too, like the monk I mentioned, the mystics I mentioned, he preserved his eternal power and youth in a gesture of great and awe-terrifying action before the people, making his body beautiful for day of his transfiguration. So I say this to you, annihilate everything that exists, back out.