Retrospective on Wales

Last week I met up with glosoli, Koanic, and Koanic’s dad in Wales for a bit of fellowship and relaxation. Many thanks to glosoli for putting us up and to Koanic’s dad for arranging the cabin and all of the messy details. Without their experience and advice I probably wouldn’t have had the balls to navigate the tricky waters of international travel.

In person, glosoli turns out to be a soft-spoken man with quick wits and a savage tongue. His speech ranges between direct observation, patient problem solving, and vicious comedy, all united by a brutality that belies his mild manner. We were privileged to baptize him in the Welsh Sea on a cold afternoon last Thursday.

Koanic is even more eccentric in real life than he is online, but with a grim determination that characterizes his every thought and action. Contrary to expectation, I’ve never met someone who’d so thoroughly killed his own ego. There are no bodily needs that concern him, no desire for fame or fortune, and no existential doubts that haunt him. There is only The Mission.

Koanic’s dad is strong evidence for Ophiuchus’s theory that melonheads are the true autistes, neanderthals BTFO. He is always either hyperfocusing or lecturing relentlessly on a spectrum between Christian preaching and Boomerposting. His early life mirrors Vox Day’s and his later life was caught up in politics and then business. I won’t dox them too bad but will brag a bit on their behalf: their family’s patriarchal grandfather was a co-founder of the Republican Party in one of the Southern states back when that wasn’t a thing.

Wales itself is a paradise. To put yourself in Wales, imagine the Shire with its gardens, winding roads, and cobbled stone cottages, but with puppies and ice cream, and it’s not even an exaggeration. (The internet isn’t good though, so overall it suuuucks :-P.) Every Welsh person spends 100% of their time walking the dog down to a local ice cream stand. These ice cream stands can be found be picking a random direction and walking in a straight line for up to thirty seconds.

The first thing I noticed was that the air itself had a quality very unlike the Soviet smog overcasting London. It smelled like the sea mixed with cut grass and just a hint of earth and sheep dung. The weather is windy, gray, and bleak in a way that strongly appeals to me. The countryside ranges from rocky bluffs and hills to rolling pastoral fields outlined by stonework hedgerows brimming with wild blackberries. One time we were hiking up a rocky hill and found a herd of ponies. Wales is so beautiful it nearly killed me—I can’t believe it hasn’t been improvamented yet.

The Welsh are stout, friendly, and shy. Imagine midwestern Americans or Canadians, except much moreso and without the pozz. There is a strong Christian tradition there that seems frozen in time, with important social services like maritime rescue entirely funded by local charity drives, to the tune of tens of millions of dollars. But their way of life is being bred out. Aside from a couple of waitresses, there was no one between the ages of five and fifty to be seen. Of the dozen people who attended the evening church service we visited, only one was under sixty years old.

The story goes that there were once jobs on oil rigs, fishing boats, and in auxiliary management positions and services, which then evaporated into the global economy to be replaced by…*crickets*. Their economy has no place and no jobs for young people, and so they are sent away to university instead and never seen again, in the best case. In the worst case, they return as retirees replete with corporate savings and progressive ideas about how to “fix” the place. Too white, too Christian, and definitely too heteronormative! It’s sad to see a community of stress tolerators dying out for simple lack of guile or apologetics to ward off rapacious abstractions like liberalism, 3rd-worldism, or globalism.

St. David’s cathedral was the highlight of the trip for me. I had just been musing on the way to St. David’s that churches became casual affairs when we ceased putting them directly on top of cemetaries. It’s as if churches today are unwilling to confront topics we’d describe as “grave”: death, sin, and the discomfiting questions about eternity. The people who built this cathedral circa 500 AD had no such qualms because they were familiar with harsh realities. According to a local they purposefully built it in a valley, shorter than the surrounding hills, to conceal it from marauders and invading armies. The fact that such a huge building can’t be seen from more than 100 yards away has a lot to do with its longevity and it will probably survive the iconoclastic Muslim invaders of thee current year because they won’t even notice it.

The exterior is peppered with gravestones so old most of the engravings are illegible, and it was sobering to be in the resting place of people dead for more than a thousand years. The interior is decked out with sepulchres the way a conference room is decked out with chairs. Many of the rooms have sepulchres as centerpieces, and there were loose stones on the floor with weathered inscriptions that indubitably contained yet more bodies. Most of the dead were famous Welsh lords, knights, and clergy but there were some oddballs like “an unknown priest” and even a couple of women made the cut. Death wasn’t the only focus though, every inch of the building was beautifully sculpted, carved, etched, and painted with themes from the old and new testaments and Welsh history, all brilliant with colored light pouring through stained-glass windows.

The process of flying between countries is a nightmare that never seems to end, but it was interesting to see how the differences between airports reflect the differences in national culture. Toronto was the most efficient but for all that they lack diversity, they still managed to put every single Muslim in the country on their security team. It’s full clown world to be X-rayed by a miserable dyke who couldn’t enjoy the view if she wanted to, and then felt up for weapons by a guy who was cheering in the streets and firing his AK into the air on 9/11. Reykjavik was austere and it felt like the airport terminal was assembled hastily out of a box from Ikea, but I saw more hard HB9s among their airline’s twenty-odd stewardesses than I’ve seen in my entire life stateside (including a 10-month stint working at a strip club in Minnesota). London was littered with trash, smelled like a toilet, festooned with multiculti propaganda, and ran with the efficiency of a communist public works project.

Now then, I believe there’s an elephant in the room that I ought to address in the next post.

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43 Responses to Retrospective on Wales

  1. With MM’s brilliant blog, and this new development, it seems my 2 points of discontent* with Edenism have now vanished. Kudos!

    * That 1) no one was levelling up and winning! enough on a personal level and 2) there was not enough activism, outreach and meeting-up going on inside Edenism.

    • Aeoli Pera says:

      >With MM’s brilliant blog, and this new development, it seems my 2 points of discontent* with Edenism have now vanished. Kudos!

      We might be a bit slow, but always bet on neanderthal.

      >1) no one was levelling up and winning! enough on a personal level

      This has definitely been a problem. There’s some sense in the Boomerposting that says attitude is the problem…on the other hand, I didn’t get my adult job until my mom got sick of having me at home and finally practiced the tiniest bit of nepotism you can imagine.

      >2) there was not enough activism, outreach and meeting-up going on inside Edenism.

      There still isn’t, honestly. So far my office hours ™ have been relatively successful for building community, and Koanic’s marketing push five (?) years ago was the best outreach. I doubt we’ll ever do any proper activism.

      • I guess y’all have to decide what “the cause” is, whether that’s bringing down Podesta and co, spreading phrenological theories, or just working out and networking.

        • Aeoli Pera says:

          >I guess y’all have to decide what “the cause” is, whether that’s bringing down Podesta and co, spreading phrenological theories, or just working out and networking.

          I think the latter two, mostly.

      • Akuma says:

        “This has definitely been a problem. There’s some sense in the Boomerposting that says attitude is the problem…on the other hand, I didn’t get my adult job until my mom got sick of having me at home and finally practiced the tiniest bit of nepotism you can imagine.”

        No, boomers are the problem. There problem with your so called Attitude is the problem.

      • Koanic says:

        > I doubt we’ll ever do any proper activism.

        Your long-range planning horizon will improve post-upgrade.

        • Aeoli Pera says:

          >Your long-range planning horizon will improve post-upgrade.

          While that’s undoubtedly true, I don’t expect that we’ll ever advocate for ourselves as a group at the national level. But we can still meme.

  2. glosoli says:

    About time we had a blog post, Aeoli’s been slacking recently.

    In real life Aeoli is calm, thoughtful, gregarious and respectful. And not remotely weird.
    It was my pleasure to welcome this fine group of men to the land of my fathers. Agree re Koanic, and it was good to see him smile. Also agree re Koanic’s father.

    A few corrections to the post:

    –It was c. 16 degrees (air & water) on the day of my baptism, hardly cold ya wuss.
    –There were cats in Wales too, and seals, and cows and sheep and donkeys and slugs and spiders, all friendly.
    –There was a young family at the church, back right, 30s plus one or two children.

    Wales is the best country in the world, we Christian Thals should populate it and make it our homeland.

    That should be The Mission.

    • Aeoli Pera says:

      >About time we had a blog post, Aeoli’s been slacking recently.

      I admit I could have put a thing or two up but it was just too much fun wandering around that place.

      >In real life Aeoli is calm, thoughtful, gregarious and respectful. And not remotely weird.

      Thank you for the kind words. It was good to hear I’ve resolved the weirdness problem.

    • Aeoli Pera says:

      >Wales is the best country in the world, we Christian Thals should populate it and make it our homeland.
      >That should be The Mission.

      As appealing as that sounds, I don’t think I’m emotionally equipped to jump ship. Koanic and I were all set one time to move me to China, and then I just didn’t do it. Might be a stress tolerator thing.

      Anyway, the PLAN for me is to stick it out and fix my homeland in place, rather than bring my problems and America’s overseas with me.

  3. MM says:

    Sounds like Ireland. Beautiful.

  4. Lazer says:

    “Now then, I believe there’s an elephant in the room that I ought to address in the next post.”

    Let me Guess:
    @PedoGate

  5. Koanic says:

    I like to think of myself as a kindred spirit to Efram Gonzalez, the Basque separatist bomb-building expert Pablo Escobar imported in the series Narcos, except I work in text and code, not wires and explosives, because the former have a higher lethality.

    I’ll be more normal later, when I’m healthier, wealthier and more victorious. Effervescence of personality is a function of energy and mood.

    I noticed that Aeoli was more of a gentle athletic giant than expected, and Gary more mischievous, plucky and frank.

    • Aeoli Pera says:

      glosoli’s endless stories of hijinks were a big surprise for me too.

      >I’ll be more normal later, when I’m healthier, wealthier and more victorious. Effervescence of personality is a function of energy and mood.

      In your case it’s due at least as much to hyper-narrow focus.

  6. j says:

    beautiful and sad
    x infinity

  7. Son of Distant Trebizond says:

    Should you ever return to the British Isles, you really must pay me a visit in Scotland! Not a few scraps of bucolic delight persist, and you can depend on the true hospitality of the Nobilid North….

    • Aeoli Pera says:

      That’s a possibility. I’d also like to meet podrag in person and he’s somewhere around Edinburgh.

      • glosoli says:

        Deep fried chocolate bars/everything up there, and feral haggises, and men in skirts.
        And gay weddings.
        Scotland is shit.

        • Son of Distant Trebizond says:

          Please. We’ve had the haggises tamed for decades. And our hills are bigger than your hills.
          I claim no responsibility for any nominally female psychopathic lesbian troglodytes that may have seized control of the country. That happened while I was napping or something.

          Edinburgh’s the best city in Britain. By far the least worm-ridden.

          • glosoli says:

            I like Edinburgh.
            But St David’s has somethings special going for it. Its size (tiny) and location (miles from anywhere). Plus it’s full of Welsh, as opposed to invaders.
            Britain and its civilisation is shit, it was a joy to escape for a week with brothers.

  8. Boneflour says:

    Welcome back, man. Hold that beauty in your heart.

  9. Eikos says:

    I live in Wales. Another blackpill is that rich English (i.e.shitlibs) buy houses here near the coast (Jude Law bought one not far from where I live (he’s never there)), often set them up as holiday homes charging enormous weekly rents,which ramps up the prices of properties in the area and forces the conservative voting locals to move into the diversiity infested cities.

    • glosoli says:

      That was the case in the house we used in St David’s. Nearly £1,000 for the week, silly money.

      That bubble will burst in a few years though, serve all the buy-to-let guys right.

      • Aeoli Pera says:

        I don’t think there’s anything inherently wrong with running a hotel, but maybe you to refer to spoiling Wales with tourists?

        • glosoli says:

          No, this mainly:

          ‘…set them up as holiday homes charging enormous weekly rents,which ramps up the prices of properties in the area and forces the conservative voting locals to move into the diversiity infested cities.’

          Plus property investors are super smug, they think it’s easy money. They will learn the hard way in due course.

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