I crossed an entire category of goals off my list this weekend because, you see, we live in a society.
A friend of mine lives with his family deep, deep in the Bible belt of the Midwest in a place where virgin brides are expected and rifle-bearing men are greeted with smiles and home-baked cookies. In a country where 6 year olds often get addicted to hardcore porn because the modern idea of nurture is “here’s an unrestricted tablet”, you may think I’m exaggerating, but I’m not. His wife apparently thinks funny cat videos are this silly thing only he and his silly out-of-town friends are into. I visited over the weekend and we heard more gunshots at the various neighbors than were probably heard at all the George Floyd race riots happening around the world put together. My friend explained that we would only be concerned for their health if a whole weekend went by and we *didn’t* hear them out shooting.
He and I discussed a number of important things, among them plans for the future and prepping for the p-zombie apocalypse (ref: At Our Wits’ End, available for free on Hoopla!). Chief among these was the need to build an explicit common understanding of community-level sustainability and defense which is already reflexive around there, but ought to be reinforced a few layers of expectation deep. He mentioned, offhand, that I would be welcome to stay with them if the apocalypse happens. Being hip-deep in children, homesteading, church community, work, and other normalfag shit, he may not realize what an incredible gift that is. Vaults for 160-IQ billionaire faggots like Bill Gates and George Soros can run you anywhere from six to eight figures, and lack long-term sustainability or real protection from feral barbarians. They can’t maintain their lifestyles without “the help”, and there’s really no reason at all to trust the help in an apocalypse. It’s a house built on sand.
On the other hand, I get the kind of aboveground, open-air, organic food-growing, craft beer-brewing, middle-of-nowhere, Christian neighbors armed-to-the-teeth vault that you can’t buy with money. He might even set me up with a nice girl too, we’ll have to see. And I get this all for the low, low price of being a decent houseguest with a taste for yardwork. But I guess money can’t get you your own genius with a streak of human decency on retainer either, so I should give myself a little more credit.
tl;dr- Normie supremacy is neanderthal supremacy. The Superman was a lie. It’s all multilevel selection theory 101, which any real autist would already know by now.