Today’s Guest Post comes courtesy of Koanic Soul. Koanic blogs on an aligned topic to the chunky substance of this blog; where I tend to come down in favour of racial archetypes (roughly) tied up with national boundaries and character, Koanic blogs on a much deeper level about neanderthal, cro-magnon and other genetics in the human specie stew, and the resultant personality traits and differences. His recent post about a genetically optimised social structure is very much in the same vein of the biological determinist (Yay, Cutie Marks!) slant of this blog, and for any red-pill addicts or diehard introverts I’d advise at least skim reading his work.
Since K’ has shamelessly plundered my images to sausage out a post, I’ve built what I imagine to be a quasi-friendship on the Twitter, and so I thought I’d finally get round to actually replicating the post as I said I would. So without further ado, Ladies and Mentlegen, Koanic Soul:
I’ll never forget the first time I saw My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. The flutter in my heart; the involuntary salivation and acrid burn as I vomited slightly into my closed mouth. But by episode 8, minute 13, I was hooked for life.
Until now, I haven’t had the courage to speak of my secret obsession. My Chinese girlfriend has no concept of the vast social violation my plushie collection entails, or what goes on behind closed doors with my “hand puppet” Princess Twinkle.
(I’ll admit I’m addicted to “sweet pony ass.” And who isn’t? Howard Stern, don’t knock it till you’ve tried it!)
MLP: FiM draws Thals because it archetypally expresses the society we lost; a time when friendship really was magic. Check out any group of Bronies and you’ll see a happy, vibrant collection of unabashed Thals reveling in their true nature.
Hot! (dat flank- MNP)
It’s only my recent discovery of fellow Brony bloggers like the Nazi homosexual Thal My Nationalist Pony that have given me the courage to finally come forward. So I say now, with pride: Yes, I am a Brony.
Stepping forward makes sense for other reasons, too. I’ve been thinking about how to identify Koanic Soul with a mainstream pop culture movement. For example, I could reach a lot of Thals by doing a profile of the characters in the Ender’s Game series. But Bronies offer the perfect mix of Thal selection and broad popularity.
So without further ado, let’s explore the very MLP experience that every Thal goes through, on his journey from youth to maturity.
First, of course, you’re born. A shiny eyed little pony, excited to meet the wide wonderful world. Hello world! Will you be my friend?
Somewhere deep in your heart, you know that you’re going to meet a lot of people just like you. How exciting!
But people don’t turn out to be that way, you slowly discover. Instead, they’re more like this:
Which makes you a very sad pony
So you get on the Internet! And inbetween wanking to pony porn (I don’t actually do this. I just comb them and love them - MNP), you discover something called the Red Pill. At first, you’re horrified:
Who is this guy?!
But life keeps sucking, and slowly you realize that maybe you need to change. And that a great journey lies ahead.
And one day, maybe, by learning how to balance your nature against this strange and fucked up world, you too can become enlightened.
Plus you learn a lot of cool stuff along the way!
So say it loud and say it proud: My balls are huge, orange, and fuzzy.
As a way of introducing a little variety in this blog and helping out those who are, like me, still learning to become reasonably competent cooks, I thought I’d give a rundown on what I pulled together today.
A couple notes about why I cooked this - I’ve been lifting weights for about a month now so my intake of red meats, fishes and dairy has really gone up. Before I stayed underweight but sans-excess body fat by subsisting on a high sugar diet of sugary tea, toast with jam, rice and readymade (sugar-loaded) sauce + pan fried chicken or something, basically bachelor crap. Lots of carbs and pick-me-ups but no substance. These days I need the high protein counts to repair my muscles, and I’ve packed in as much greenery as possible to counteract 9-5 induced downheartedness (all those minerals act as a mentality booster for reasons I won’t claim to understand).
This is food for men. It’s been noted elsewhere on the Man-o-sphere that the gym is a substitute for work that men are built to do. Sustained heavy lifting, running, hunting, machine working, craftmanship, etc. Correspondingly I’ve tried to make this as close as possible to what a traditional wholesome diet is. Generally you should be eating this kind of thing, especially since it has drastically less fat and sugar in than any sort of readymade meals. Likewise ideally you will be using up all the energy and body building proteins it provides.
This is easy as all fuck to make so I’m just going to break it down into its component parts.
THE BURGER SANDWICH
Alright here we go. Cram in as much greenery as you can. We have:
4 sheets of iceberg lettuce minimum - This isn’t fucking Burger King where they give you one sorry sheet that’s been kicking around for a week in a fridge. Lettuce goes off fairly quickly and loses it’s flavour fast, so we’re buying lettuces from here on out and using them In Quantity. Adds a lot of crunchy texture. You wanna wash your lettuce sheets to get the chlorine/field bugs off of it.
Vine cherry tomatoes, sliced - Cherry tomatoes are nearly always present in hot/rich pastas and meat accompanying sauces for their rich and sharp flavour. Again grab a handful, the burger itself carries a strong flavour so we need equally strong flavours to balance it out.
Fresh parley - Buy local one this one. Not those pathetic little shoots in plastic bags from supermarkets, but a local grocer or farmers market, they will give you a mini-hedge of thick, succulent parsley for a fraction of the price. Protip: Wash and chew a few strands to appreciate the flavour, then slice it up and wham it in with the other greenery. Slicing it up breaks it down and brings out the flavour, just putting in whole won’t do shit.
Salad cress - These are sold growing in little tubs of soil, again cut off a load and wash.
Cucumber slices. Cool and crunchy.
Hellmann’s Real Mayonaisse. Our greenery has a lot of earthy or sharp sort of flavours, so we’re gonna soften it up with some Mayo, only get stuff made with real eggs, we’re after that quality flavour and all-important protein. Low-fat mayo tastes like polystyrene and has gone through a bunch of processing aswell that will take all the goodness out if it, don’t buy it.
The burgers themselves. Lots of angus beef. Cook under a grill until the juices run clear when prodded with a knife, and slice laterally.
Wholemeal bread - Goes without saying. White bread has all the fibre taken out of it and doesn’t have a sufficiently crunchy texture. We’re using toasted wholemeal bread to make a Burger Sandwich, not running a gastro resturant. One burger for the sandwich, the other burger to slice and eat while you’re putting the sandwich together. Hungry impatience demands it.
TATERS AND SHIT
What we have as a side is:
“Charlotte” New Potatoes - Clean, slightly waxy and soft. Boil them but don’t overdo it, new potatoes are for salady dishes rather than mashing or anything. They should be done when you can push a knife into them without much resistance.
St. Agur cheese. This is a real good Introductory Cheese into blue cheeses - It’s very soft and creamy, and doesn’t have that Smacked in the Face with a used sock effect. Cut a chunk to go with your potatoes.
Hummus - Chickpeas, vegetable oil, and lemon juice. Yummy. Again this goes well with the cheese, and adds as a mixer to the potatoes. What we’re trying to avoid is the saturated fats of butter (or disgusting, artificial margerine), and instead using that real satisfying, high-protein dairy and high-mineral salad content to accompany those ‘taters carbs.
Sling it all together and eat your Burger Sandwich. The knife and fork here is for the potatoes and cheese, eat the sandwich like a sandwich. I recommend adding salt and pepper to everything on this dish aswell.
To drink: Red wine or coffee.
Also if you re-arrange these ingredients into something more presentable, you probably have a halfway decent dish you can impress your mother/girlfriend with. Just don’t expect her to eat it, women hate eating red meat.
Oh yeah. I forgot to add - Spring onions. I ran out of them. They go really well with the cheese. HUNDREDS OF THEM.
Core muscles aching from circuit training exercise and maxing out cardio.. Took bus home. Lay on couch in afternoon light with Princess Rarity on chest, stroked her hair. Expect no affection in return. Sound of rain on windows and brickwork fills quiet apartment. Air smells fresh and clean. Am renewed.
seems like the crystal ponies had the right idea?,please write up on this. (S3song)
Everytime I think what I’m doing is silly and/or pointless..
.. Friendship is Magic reminds me it isn’t.
If you do not know your history, how can you know yourself?
The world isn’t - The world isn’t about people. It’s not about you. It’s about.. How to say. Striving for something higher. Working to maintain excellence. Recognising that we are just a part of nature, and must acknowledge her rules.
In order for a race to maintain or save itself, it must be conscious of itself.
Traditions and cultural values are taught because adults recognise that a fulfilled life is better than an empty one. Honour - sacred honour - is the groups recognition of an individual’s attempts to better themselves in service of continuing and enriching that group.
Jousting, musical instruction, anthems that resonant due to genetic commonality; these are all things that people aspire to not out of narcissism, but out of nobility. A strong jouster has a better chance in war, great composers hold morale.
Modern life offers nothing in the way of glory, and teaches that nothing is better than wealth and nothing is worse than death.
History shows this for the falsehood it is. Trace your history, and trace your lineage, and you will find a succession of people who recognised that the loss of distinction and identity is far worse than death. Infact, loss of identity is a living death, because your mind is not conscious of your biological origins, and you become a glob of misdirected and unconstructive feelings.
Honour is better than wealth; Money means nothing unless you can spend it on beautiful things that transcend the material. Of what good is my paycheque? Well, I can spend it on oil paints to express my soul, and toy horses to renew my soul.
History is a chronical of existential conflict. People fought to survive because they recognised the falsehood that everyones opinions were somehow valid. They saw that their subjectives - Their ideas of beauty, goodness and honour - were products of their biological distinction and cultural instruction, and fought either to expand the dominion of those ideas (via propagation of their race and lebensraum) or to give them a fighting chance.
The characters of Friendship is Magic are idealised, flawed yet perfect. It’s inferred here the Crystal Ponies have lost all sense of who they are. All sense of what they ought to be, all sense of what they have the potential to become.
There are plenty of people in the people in the world. Why make more? This is the soul sickness that afflicts the West, and can be assumed to afflict the Crystal Ponies. They need to be reminded of their history, and reminded of their potential greatness, and shown the awesomeness and majesty that can be achieved with hard work and dedication.
Yes, we have to get this right. Yes, we have to make them see - We can save the Crystal Ponies with their history.