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(Pisc screenshotted from linked article in prev skeet)

Yarvin stans probably nodding amongst themselves & saying shit like, "time for Phase 2! Bring on the new CEO King!"
“You don’t ransack your own house,” he told me one afternoon, at an open-air café in Venice Beach. I’d asked him what would stop his C.E.O.-monarch from plundering the country—or enslaving his people—for personal gain. “For Louis XIV, when he says, ‘L’état, c’est moi,’ ransacking the state holds no meaning because it’s all his anyway.” Following Hoppe, Yarvin proposes that nations should eventually be broken up into a “patchwork” of statelets, like Singapore or Dubai, each with its own sovereign ruler. The eternal political problems of legitimacy, accountability, and succession would be solved by a secret board with the power to select and recall the otherwise all-powerful C.E.O. of each sovereign corporation, or SovCorp. (How the board itself would be selected is unclear, but Yarvin has suggested that airline pilots—“a fraternity of intelligent, practical, and careful people who are already trusted on a regular basis with the lives of others. What’s not to like?”—could manage the transition between regimes.) To prevent a C.E.O. from staging a military coup, the board members would have access to cryptographic keys that would allow them to disarm all government weapons, from nuclear missiles down to small arms, with the push of a button. Mass political participation would cease, and the only way that people could vote would be with their feet, by moving from one SovCorp to another if they became dissatisfied with the terms of service, like switching from X to Bluesky. The irony that dissenters like Yarvin would probably be repressed in such a state appears not to concern him. In his imagined polity, he insists, there would still be freedom of speech. “You can think, say, or write whatever you want,” he has promised. “Because the state has no reason to care.” Presumably, Yarvin’s monarch would act decisively to safeguard his wards. At the Venice café, Yarvin lauded the Delancey Street Foundation, a nonprofit rehab organization, whose strict program he has characterized as exerting “fascist-parent-level control.” Some of his own proposals go further. On his blog, he once joked about converting San Francisco’s underclasses into biodiesel to power the city’s buses. Then he suggested another idea: putting them in solitary confinement, hooked up to a virtual-reality interface. Whatever the exact solution, he has written, it is crucial to find “a humane alternative to genocide,” an outcome that “achieves the same result as mass murder (the removal of undesirable elements from society) but without any of the moral stigma.” Yarvin’s call for an American strongman is often treated as an eccentric provocation. In fact, he considers it the only answer to a world in which most people are unfit for democracy. An “African country today,” he told me, has “enough smart people in the country to run it—you just don’t have enough smart people to have a democratic election in which everyone is smart.” Because of such remarks, Yarvin is sometimes identified as a white nationalist, a label he delicately resists. In a 2007 blog post titled “Why I Am Not a White Nationalist,” he explained that, though he is “not exactly allergic to the stuff,” he finds both whiteness and nationalism to be unhelpful political concepts. During lunch, he told me that he feels a rueful sympathy for the bigots of the past, who had some of the right intuitions but lacked the proper science. Neo-reactionaries tend to subscribe to what they call “human biodiversity,” a set of fringe beliefs which holds... that not all racial or population groups are equally intelligent. As Yarvin came to see it from his online research, these genetic differences contributed to (and, conveniently, helped explain away) differences in poverty, crime, and educational attainment.
June 6, 2025 at 12:30 PM
enantiomorph.bsky.social
The pre-internet version of clickbait.
Photo of the first page of a First Edition of DUCKS: HOW TO MAKE THEM PAY By William Cook. Text above photo from a reviewer reads: "Let me tell you, I was bitterly disappointed to learn that this book is, in fact, an instructional guide to the profitable husbandry of ducks as a craft. There is not one sliver of insight about holding ducks accountable for their crimes against humanity, Earth or God."
March 23, 2025 at 8:51 PM
enantiomorph.bsky.social
Mood.
It's night time and a large moon with a face presides over a campfire party: six frogs dressed in mushroom cap hats, cone birthday hats, swim trunks, and one wears a tutu. As they circle the campfire dancing, one plays two flutes, one plays a drum, another seems to have a guitar but is not playing, instead holding his companion's hand as they dance. Caption text at top reads: Unless you're doing whatever is going on here, please don't invite me anywhere.
February 21, 2025 at 6:09 PM
enantiomorph.bsky.social
lol "yesterday"...try "forty-five seconds ago".
November 27, 2024 at 9:08 AM
enantiomorph.bsky.social
Mood
Have you ever really thought about how when you look at the moon, it's the same moon Shakespeare and Marie Antoinette and Van Gogh and Cleopatra looked at. they all looked at the moon they're all dead the moon is killing people
November 26, 2024 at 12:06 PM
enantiomorph.bsky.social
Good morning.
A crude drawing (presumably from the Medieval era) of a dragon addressing a naked man over its shoulder. The man's arms are raised & it looks like he's been halted mid-stride. Caption reads, "whoa...whoa...whoa...we ain't flying anywhere until you get some damn pants on Kenneth"
November 15, 2024 at 1:33 PM
enantiomorph.bsky.social
Mood.
An illustration from a children's book with a human-faced moon smiling down upon six frogs dancing around a campfire at night. Several frogs sport silly hats, one plays a drum, and one is wearing a tutu. Caption at the top of page reads, "Unless you're doing whatever is going on here, please don't invite me anywhere."
November 15, 2024 at 12:59 PM
enantiomorph.bsky.social
Considering the current political climate, a palate cleanser:
A frog crawls onto a large horned beetle's back, his mouth open in what looks like a smile. The frog looks back over his shoulder at us, his mouth open wide as if he's laughing gleefully. The frog hangs on with one "hand" to a beetle's shell, like a rodeo rider on a bucking bronco. His mouth is open wide as if shouting some battle cry. The large black beetle he rides has planted its front legs apart, as if to brace itself against an approaching enemy. We see the frog from behind as it rides the black beetle off in search of new adventures.
November 13, 2024 at 8:12 PM