Phil Eiger Newmann, The Reaper, 2020.
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As someone whose formal training is in journalism and who also likes to pretend that journalism at least still exists somewhere — even as a concept — I’ve bitten my lip bloody for five years as this “Black Lives Matter” chant has grown both ubiquitous and deafening, but not once have I heard a reporter do his job and say:
“Prove it.”
As corporations and newsrooms and police departments fell like dominos to this unprovable and unfalsifiable mantra — threatening anyone who didn’t numbly chant along with eternal social ostracism — never did I hear anyone have the guts to stand up and say:
“That’s only an opinion.”
Countering with “All lives matter” is just as dumb and unquantifiable. In a way, it’s even worse due to its wishy-washiness.
Whatever forces set the universe in motion seem to have made it clear that if any life mattered, those lives wouldn’t ALL end. Same goes for anyone who waxes sentimental about the alleged “sanctity of life” — if this was even remotely true, every human life wouldn’t end as a shriveled-up carcass.
These dolts seem to think that if you robotically chant “Black Lives Matter” into the void forever, the universe will abruptly change course and start caring about human life in general.
There are countless problems with American education and the collective American “intellect,” but one of biggest pus-oozing sores is this stupidly defiant refusal to distinguish between the objective and the subjective.
The objective can be measured; the subjective is merely a feeling. I understood this basic concept in second grade; why has most of the world seem to either have forgotten it entirely or never learned it in the first place? It’s easy to prove someone was killed — just call a coroner. But whether that person was “evil” or “deserved it” can never be proved — and it’s fundamentally a dippy, drippy, dewy, and screwy female way of looking at things — which is why I roll my eyes whenever otherwise intelligent people try to drag such hyper-emotional voodoo terms into the discussion.
In truly objective terms, no life matters because it’s impossible to prove that it matters.
If you’re even halfway sane, your life should matter to you more than anyone else’s. You are programmed to survive, and thus your brain thinks that the most “moral” thing on earth is your immortality. The big problem here is that when you have a world filled with people whose lives matter to them far more than everyone else’s life matters to them, sooner or later everyone will run into some rather messy conflicts of interest.
If you want to say that black lives don’t matter to black people because of the oceans of septic tanks overflowing with aborted black fetuses, the rotting mounds of black bodies piled up at the hands of black murderers every year, and the fact despite their endless whining, blacks tend to do far better when in the proximity of white people than when left to their own devices, I’ve been told that this is a free country and that you should have every right to your opinion.
But over the past year, I’ve heard “Black Lives Matter” maybe 10,000 times for every time I’ve heard anyone, left or right, even mention freedom. It seems as if everyone has silently conceded that we live in a post-freedom society.
It’s funny — as someone who’s been assaulted more than once by blacks and once had a gun shoved in his stomach by a black robber, never once did I wonder whether my life mattered to those black people — or to any black people at all. Based on their behavior, I assumed that my life didn’t matter to them, and I filled out my daily itinerary accordingly.
But if you demand that everyone loves you — as blacks and gays and trannies and women have been doing nonstop for as long as I can remember — that suggests you are insecure about exactly how lovable you are. It’s like the fat woman who constantly needs to hear that she doesn’t look fat in that dress.
I don’t need to be loved by black people, so why are they so fucking needy all of a sudden?
This past Monday I scooped up the wife and headed to the Georgia mountains for a much-needed two-day vacation. We dropped the dog — a thirty-pound Boxer/Boston Terrier mix named Junior — off with some friends en route to the hills. I missed Junior while we were gone and thought of him often.
We also left behind the fat black lady from across the street — the one who decides to put out her trash every month or so and doesn’t care that it blocks half of the road. She’s the same one who signed a lease promising to be the house’s sole inhabitant, then gradually snuck in kids and friends to the point where a humble little two-bedroom cottage now houses three kids and seven adults and is rapidly decaying. She’s the one who shows up in her driveway every morning at 3:00 AM and, like a feral beast marking her territory with urine, decides that the entire neighborhood has to hear her car stereo cranked up to maximum volume for a minimum of fifteen minutes.
If, say, she were suddenly to be hit and killed by a runaway train late at night, would I be nearly as upset as I would be if that train killed my pet pup?
Not remotely.
Excepting those who are very close and dear to me, I would rather see most humans mercilessly beaten than any dog or cat. I assume that every human is at least guilty of something, whereas animals are at least blessed with the lack of intelligence that renders them innocent, direct, sincere, and not bursting at the seams with bullshit like most humans are.
I understand that this is a very controversial and risky thing to say; I don’t understand why, though. It makes perfect sense to me. Having Junior around improves my quality of life. Having that disgusting, inconsiderate, loud wildebeest Negress around makes my life far worse.
I’ve never heard of property values plummeting due to a sudden influx of pet dogs into a neighborhood.
The always hilarious Nation of Islam at least concedes that Europeans have lived with dogs much longer than they’ve been forced to live around black people:
You find a people who love dogs, they are classified with the enemy, the devil, who used to use dogs when he lived in the cave. And he made friends with the dog to help protect himself and his family. . . . Their next and best weapons were the dogs. They tamed some of these dogs to live in the caves with their families, to help protect them from the wild beasts. After a time, the dog held a high place among the family because of his fearlessness to attack the enemies of his master. Today, the dog is still loved by the white race and is given more justice than the so-called Negroes, and, is called the white man’s best friend. This comes from the cave days.
Although some still squabble and insist that East Eurasians may have domesticated wolves independently from Europeans, the consensus is that “Europe has played a major role in dog evolution, harbouring the oldest uncontested Palaeolithic remains and having been the centre of modern dog breed creation.”
Whether it was 10,000 or 20,000 years ago, the moment that European hunter-gatherers and wolves started being friendly to one another greatly distinguishes European history from African history — sub-Saharan history in particular. There have always been smatterings of wolves and jackals in Africa, but never in sufficient numbers, and never to the point where humans and canines intermixed and became mutual protectors — and definitely not to the extent where canines were seen as friends, companions, or even family members.
This evolutionary history is reflected in modern American pet-ownership rates. According to Psychology Today, “Whites were about 3 times more likely to own a dog and nearly 5 times more likely to own a cat when compared to non-whites.” Blacks are also overrepresented in animal cruelty, just like they’re overrepresented in every area of crime.
And though they trip over themselves making it clear they ain’t too fond of white people, blacks still want it to be known that the reason they hate when white people are kind to their pets is because it suggests those white people value their pets’ lives more than they value the average black person’s life.
So what if they do? Maybe they’ve had better experiences with Cocker Spaniels than with Latrelle and Tarneshia.
And again, why do you care if I care about you? I’d prefer if you didn’t care about me, so let’s drop it.
We are then lectured that black people are wary of dogs due to the fact that The White Man endlessly terrorized innocent blacks with dogs, at which point this fucking picture will inevitably be trotted out to silence and shame you.
Roughly 3,600 blacks were murdered by other blacks in the USA in 2019. That’s more than the total number of blacks who were lynched in the USA from 1882–1968. Meanwhile, dogs only kill about 30 to 50 people in the USA every year — even being generous and assuming that about half of them were black, this still means that black people should be about 182 times more frightened of other black people than they are of dogs — that is, assuming that black people care about math or are affected by it in any way.
And on top of being expected to care about black people — from every angle, more and more every minute — white dog-lovers are expected to humbly accept hateful ritual scolding such as this:
Overall the takeaway is, [white people] prefer to be treated as gods which is what a dog gives them, they don’t wash their whole bodies so of course they won’t mind kissing a dog that eats feces, and they don’t care about Black and Brown lives.
Rapper Nick Cannon — with a net worth of $30 million — is allowed to say things such as this without being socially and financially destroyed:
[Whites are] the ones that are actually closer to animals, they’re the ones that are actually the true savages.
And here’s a queer/black/Latin woman who’s so wrapped up in her intersectional identity, it’s a wonder she remembers to feed herself:
[W]hite folks, I don’t care how nice your dog is, dogs have been used as a tool of white control, dominance and violence, from slavery, through civil right to police dogs today. When you let your dogs take up more space than us, you are perpetuating this.
I grew up hearing that Canis familiaris is a breed of dumb animals, but my dog is smart enough to realize that if he growled at me and bared his fangs at me all day, I wouldn’t feed him.
Suddenly my dog doesn’t seem nearly so dumb.
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It’s hilarious that blacks are afraid of the woods and night noises in the woods. Aren’t they supposed to have a long history of being rural and light-less until the “Great Migration” to Northern cities only a few generations ago? How could they have lost their supposed country wisdom and ways so fast? It’s so great to go camping and hiking and know that they won’t be there because they fear and dislike natural areas. It’s also funny to read about all the useless “outreach” efforts by the Park Service and enviros to get blacks “by any means necessary” to recreate in the great outdoors when they so obviously don’t want to.
Go to Bear Mountain State Park, New York any summer weekend. Notice the huge amount of blacks who frequent the unwooded picnic areas but will not venture even 10 feet into the surrounding woods. Notice the huge amount of whites who make a beeline to the woods to hike and bike, often with canines in tow.
They’re not half as afraid of whites with dogs as they are of mounted police. Let BLM or Antifa wound or kill a horse in uniform. We don’t need tanks or Humvees or helicopter gun ships with cannons. What we need are armed men on horseback, and let the blacks and Antifa (=urban Jews) blind just one horse with a laser or flash-bang firecracker. Bring it on.
It was White men on horseback with bedsheets over their heads that saved the South from even more dishonor than it would have otherwise endured under Reconstruction.
They knew what was effective. Blacks aren’t called Spooks for nothing.
When Blacks lived out in the country with no lights, they were even then terrified of the imagined horrors of the dark. They had no more “wisdom” then than they do now. When I was a kid, there were still hundreds of Blacks living in rural tenant houses, and the ones I knew were perfectly superstitious, and always afraid of something. The evil eye. Love draw potion. The local “wizard.”
Years later I was helping out my college finances by working for Bekins Moving Company in Atlanta, Ga.. One summer it was our mission to move an entire Black neighborhood in order to make way for a freeway interchange. This neighborhood was filled with old turn-of-the-century houses that had been lived in by Blacks for several generations. You would not believe the sheer numbers of Voodoo shrines and dioramas on display in the those houses. The belief in Mojo and murderous spirits was pretty much universal. Even God and Jesus were considered to be just two more night-wandering killers.
And I agree about those Park Service “outreach” programs. I doubt if the Park guys even believe in those. They just have to do it because in a Leftist tyranny we must all be Negro Worshipers.
I hate that crap more then it is possible to express.
>Same goes for anyone who waxes sentimental about the alleged “sanctity of life”—if this was even remotely true, every human life wouldn’t end as a shriveled-up carcass.
See, this is where Jim Goad fails at basic understanding to a greater extent than your average 15 year old. No one argues there should be some absolute value in anything for things to matter on a personal level. For example, I’m white and I love the white race. I love the white race because of inclusive fitness, the biological imperative that most of its members share most of my genes. I love my white brothers and sisters because we tend to look the same and act the same. I love the white race because us whites tend to share common values that lead to achievements we all appreciate. Because only we go out of our way to think of space telescopes, to develop penicillin and all other medicine out there, to build awesome things like the Rafale, the F22 and the Su35. All the while being so pensive as to be the only (non-Japanese) authors of books worth reading.
Now… is there any “immovable point” in the universe out there that “decided” on the Rafale being awesome, or on Dostoyevsky being a brilliant writer? Of course there isn’t, but I exist here. And so are you, Mr. Goad; and judging by what you’ve said about that incident with your son and a filthy sheeboon I reckon you’d rather live among (or at least, have your child live among) Russian journalists and French aerospace engineers than any non-white. Now please tell me how does that comply with your ostensible nihilism.
Autism alert.
I was told alcohol makes you less autistic.
Lotsa writers can crunch the numbers. Near as I can tell only Jim Goad can do that and make it interesting.
“If you’re even halfway sane, your life should matter to you more than anyone else’s. You are programmed to survive, and thus your brain thinks that the most “moral” thing on earth is your immortality.”
Jim, this is perhaps the most salient thing you’ve ever written.
Indeed, individual survival is the purist of moral absolutes, crossing into the DNA of every species on the planet. Outward from that, individual survival is expressed in the continuation and replication of our DNA through reproduction. This is most advantaged by selecting a mate who has similar DNA and by collectivizing with others with similar DNA. This is at heart the purely logical and natural expression of nationhood.
Anything outside of this is insanity. Vilifying the perfectly natural is sick and perverse.
It really is that simple
Dogs and cats are more loyal, more trustworthy, more intelligent, cuter and smell better.
…and are more friendly and honest.
If they took a secret vote about saving the whales/dolphins/rain forests or saving the black man, everyone would vote to save the whales/dolphins/rain forests instantly.
If it were down to me to choose between saving some tiny species of beetle and blacks I would chose the beetle.
It seems insane when one puts it that way, and yet the beetle has a kind of innate worth as a natural organism interacting with its environment as part of the cycle of life.
As this article suggests, blacks as a group have not only failed to demonstrate their own collective worth in the context they exist, but they actually have an unusual kind of net negative biovalue to the world and environment as a life form.
Blacks collectively exist in a very artificial way, having to be continually propped up by white generosity, gibs, systemic lying and injustice. All whites get in return is becoming victims of crime, having to clean up after black on black crime, having their cities torn down and for other forms of life to be destroyed so blacks can exist in the particular way they do. I’m not sure any kind of moral argument can be made for this situation.
But maybe I’m being a bigot. They have great ‘value’ as an endless supply of consumers to sell stuff to… like KFC and sneakers. And some of them can be employed to deliver your amazon package. And they keep people who design and build prisons in business.
Only the most reprehensible racists believe that blacks find themselves in this position because they straddle this difficult link between earlier hominids and modern fully cognizant humans, and that this makes many whites feel very uncomfortable and they feel ‘sorry’ for them and want to help blacks.
Well I think whites should protect the rainforests, the whales, the dolphins, the beetles.
I once said to my liberal and somewhat cucked father that I couldn’t see that being black had anything going for it. He admitted he couldn’t either. We left it at that.
15,000 years ago: White Europeans are the first to domesticate dogs.
4,000-6,000 years ago: White Europeans in the area now called The Ukraine are the first to domesticate horses.
Middle Easterners (Arabs?) are believed to have been the first to domesticate cats 6-9,000 years ago in present day Cyprus and Egypt but this is disputed.
Bottom line: blacks never domesticated any animals because they’re too dumb and lazy.
Blacks themselves aren’t even domesticated. They wouldn’t have the faintest notion of domesticating another animal.
“4,000-6,000 years ago: White Europeans in the area now called The Ukraine are the first to domesticate horses.”
I don’t know who is calling that area “The Ukraine” today but it’s been just “Ukraine” for over a hundred years. The borders (of that collection of tribes whose people are called Ukrainians) have moved this way and that over the years. but nevertheless there is a country now called Ukraine.
Perhaps it’s something to do with The Crimea.
“Middle Easterners (Arabs?) are believed to have been the first to domesticate cats 6-9,000 years ago”
I’ll remind you that the Middle Easterners of that time were in fact white Mediterraneans, not Arabs (which means mixed); that means whites did all the animal domestication, including farm animals.
White man has a unique close relationship with animals and the natural world in general, which is why I think that it is we who have been entrusted to be the caretakers of this planet by God (or the Gods in general.) It also explains why we have such strong feelings about preserving and protecting the natural species on this planet – all but the destructive and invasive Erectus walking among us.
egyptians were the first beekeepers too from what i know. they sailed down the nile on barges, pollinating and collecting nectar as they went.
The Masai tribe domesticated cattle and evolved a stable and prosperous pastoral society around cattle. But other Africans, corrupted by Western $, have been trying to belly-wop the Masai out of their grazing lands.
The Masai are a rare Negroid success story currently being destroyed by other Negroids. I guess BLM has not gotten through to Africa…
They steal most of their cattle in raids. It seems breeding new varieties is unknown to them.
At least one of my childhood dogs, a high-testosterone chihuahua-like mutt, used to automatically attack （snarl at）non-Europeans, esp. blacks. I realise this has to do with the dog’s sense of belonging to （and defending）a group, but it could be both embarrassing and highly amusing. I was wondering if anyone else has had similar experiences.
My brothers old dog hated blacks and anyone with a mustache.
I think it’s a common thing.
My dog is quite inconsistent with whom he strangers or not, but being black greatly increases the chance of him barking aggressively.
My wife says that her old dog was not a fan of blacks either.
I was excited to see this question too, as for all I knew I know of no other with cats like the two I have owned that hates africans. Their fur raises and they spit and hiss at black men. I live in Australia so don’t often see blacks like this yet have had two cats that instinctively hate african looking men. I called one of them my racist cat and was quite proud, it really annoys my left leaning partner but she loves us both even though we (the cats and I both are race realists).
Jim,
Are you sure about that 3600 number? The recently deceased Walter Williams (one of the few blacks who matter to me) stated a month or so ago that 9000 blacks murder 9000 other blacks every year.
Jim : great article. Reading it with my pooch next to me, relaxing on her cushion after her every-early-morning jog through the suburb. I find it really amusing how the nogs step off the pavement when Paws and I run past. They seem to have this instinctual aversion for dogs.
Do I value her more? : indubitably! Don’t even have to think about it. And yeah, she does make my life better notwithstanding the valued sentinel she is. And they (dogs) just WANT to be with you all the time – just to be with you. It’s a great feeling. (kind of annoying sometimes – Hey Paws I’m just going to the kitchen you don’t have to get up… 🙂 )
Blacks don’t seem to be able to bond to dogs like we do… And that indicates a certain general lack of empathy.
Your hilarious quote: “… [whites] they don’t wash their whole bodies so…” Oh God, have you ever smelled the average black? Seriously – it’s like they don’t know antiperspirant – and don’t wash every day…and the hair???
Just curious, where do I find these comics by
Phil Eiger Newmann? I can’t find them anywhere besides on articles here and another site. Thanks!
The dogs who hung out around our barracks in Vietnam were looking for food and were neither friendly nor hostile. They didn’t even like to be petted. I think we all know why they were of a wary nature. Worse to contemplate upon were the US Army hillbillies (or maybe it rose to the Jew level) who decided military dogs were to be declared “surplus equipment” and abandoned in Vietnam when a unit rotated back to CONUS.
When I lived in my home town of London (England) blacks were only interested in dogs if they could weaponise them.
I value toxic slime higher than blax
I would send all of them halfway back to africa.
Fun fact: The first country to pass comprehensive animal cruelty laws was NS Germany
The 19th-century German philosopher Arthur Schopenhauer gives the Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals (founded in 1824 in London) the credit for being the pioneers : “To the honor, then, of the English, be it said that they are the first people who have, in downright earnest, extended the protecting arm of the law to animals.” However, The Third Reich did indeed have exemplary laws against the mistreatment of animals (more strict than those in present-day Germany) and they were – as you say – pretty damned comprehensive.
Blacks hate dogs because dogs make crime tougher to commit.
There’s a movie “White Dog” (1982), directed by Sam Fuller.
Never seen it but maybe it has some unintentionally ironic/comical scenes.
IMDb synopsis :
“Deprogramming a dog who kills Blacks is the ultimate challenge for an unorthodox African-American trainer. When a young Hollywood actress finds the injured stray, she nurses it back to health, not knowing it’s a “White Dog” trained by a racist to attack only Blacks. Julie’s appalled when the otherwise gentle, white German Shepherd breaks out, then returns from his nighttime foray dotted with human blood.”
Muslims dislike dogs because Mohammed was raiding a camp and the guard dogs gave away his position. So he said dogs are dirty and that’s that.
One thing I find odd is that black people tend to compare bad/violent treatment to how you would treat a dog, i.e. “They ran him over like a dog in the street” or “He was beaten to within an inch of his life like he was a dog.” I have never heard a white person say this kind of thing.
The huge gulf between the way white people and black people see dogs was made very clear to me when Michael Vick was arrested for issues associated with dog fighting. White people are still upset about this, to the point where I still see petitions and memes about it, where black people were confused about what the fuss was all about.
And finally I will say that white people created a society to prevent cruelty to animals before one was ever created for children; take from that what you will.
I remember woo pee Goldberg on the view saying, “C’mon, it was only dogs..”
Cats are generally clean, quiet and a pleasure to be around. Quite the antithesis of certain sub varieties of the human race …
Incidentally, dogs are slowly falling into disfavour in the United Kingdom, for they upset those wonderful culture-bringers to the benighted English, our Islamic friends. Already the Police must be cautious not to permit their dogs to accompany them on the dragnets and searches they feel compelled to inflict upon our nation’s entirely peace-loving mosques.
The good news is that felines meet with Muslim approbation, for did not the Prophet himself (peace be upon him) on arising for prayer on one occasion rend his own garment rather than disturb his sleeping kitty?
If Allah’s Apostle let sleeping cats lie, then so should we.
We have had dogs appr. 40 years, at least one, right now two.
I heartily agree, I would always, and I mean always, put my dog’s life above any of these Black Lives Matter idiots. And I mean any of them.
They talk about climate change as if it is an asteroid going to destroy our planet. But at the same time they want to bring one billion brainless africans to replace our people. And that is of course not a problem. So they put any african above the whole planet. There we are, in a zionist hell…
But still, give this man prizes and money, he has a way with words. A real pleasure to read.
#black matter lives
This doesn’t even have to be a racial issue.
What being has more value to society?
A seeing eye dog or service dog that assists a human in being functional or a homeless drug addict that doesn’t work, shits in the street, and spends his day doing illegal things to support his habit?
Obviously the dog.
If I have to choose who gets resources or the right to survive, and who gets denied, I choose the Black Lab therapy dog visiting the elderly over a white shitbag, antifa junky that we see in those mugshots.
I choose Black Labs, over White low lives.
If this makes me a Black Supremist, so be it.
And when blacks DO own a dog, it is often a pit bull. Why? because pit bulls attack, annoy and intimidate. For no reason whatsoever.
Obtain, and always carry, a can of bear spray. It is the most effective non-lethal defense you can legally carry against man or beast.
Years ago I worked in a vast furniture showroom which employed some educated [email protected] I had already discovered they hated and envied dogs, but it became obvious they also bitterly resented any aid to cetaceans (this was during the ‘Save the Whales’ times). One day it was reported whales were trapped beneath the arctic ice, and the US Coast guard had been assigned to build pathways and air holes for them to escape through.
The Negroes clicked their tongues and shook dey haids saying, “Sheeeeit! Millions o’ dollahs fo a whale but whut about dee po’ [email protected] chirren?!”
I don’t trust people who don’t like dogs.
If the “Dunbar Number” is a real thing, and a human can really only track and have genuine relations and concern for say, 200 other humans, then given the current population, 7,832,790,125 lives don’t matter, actually CAN’T matter to me. That’s about 99.999997446632% of current lives that don’t matter to me, not because I’m a bad person, but because I’m human.
I’m less sociable than most, so my number is probably less than 50, and offhand I don’t think any Blacks made the cut, which doesn’t concern me in the least.
Part of being, on average, dumber than the general population brings along a stunted capability for rationality and arrested emotional maturity. Blacks’ desire to “matter” in some undefined and universal way is just another aspect of their generally infantile nature.
Recently came across a cute graffiti which nicely pricks the balloon of our self-chosen moral arbiters:
Black OLives Matter.
Methinks this could become killer meme.
… a killer meme
I particularly enjoyed these lines :
“I don’t need to be loved by black people, so why are they so fucking needy all of a sudden?
. . .
But if you demand that everyone loves you — as blacks and gays and trannies and women have been doing nonstop for as long as I can remember — that suggests you are insecure about exactly how lovable you are.”
If I didn’t already enjoy reading most of Jim’s writing I probably wouldn’t have read this article all the way through just because of his elementary take (in the beginning) on how life couldn’t possibly “matter” because it all ends up shriveled and dead— that shit reads like a journal entry from an 18 year old self-proclaimed “nihilist”
The refusal to search for meaning beyond the boundaries of this life for is either lazy or childish. Goad is excellent, but hamstrings his writing by it. I get being angry with injustice, I nearly puke from it every day. But if you don’t also bear honest witness to the miracles it will stunt your mind.
Funny—the way I see it, escaping into obviously implausible, unprovable, contradiction-laden fairy tales in order to cope with reality is what’s childish.
There’s a reason that statistically, those who actually find “deeper meaning” in these myths tend to be women and sub-Saharan Africans—two of the most childish demographics on the planet. Those are your cohorts when you believe in “miracles.”
“When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child but when I became a man, I put away childish things.”
Yeah, that’s why I put away the Bible at age 16. And every time I revisit, it looks more ludicrous than the last time.
I can’t speak for Weave, but I’ve never read through the bible or any religious text, but from what information I’ve gleaned, I lean towards disagreement with all of the Abrahamic (and more) religions…
Even still, knowing it’s either all out escapism or ultimately full blown nihilism, the former seems healthier, and I can’t help but sympathize with those who have faith no matter how much I disagree with it. But neither all out escapism or full blown nihilism are ideal.
Find some balance instead of perpetually running from 16-year-old-you, Jim.