Shit on my Mind

by Derrick Hornick


What I'm checking out this week....

Tim Ferris did a great pod with the writer of The Perfect Storm, Sebastian Junger. I don't know much about Junger. I have heard of The Perfect Storm; haven't read it, haven't watched it,but I heard of it, other than that I knew nothing of Junger. Junger represent a type of dude that is not seen as something to aspire to in this modern age, but he should be, and . Physically strong, and smart, he tested his bravery as a war correspondent, before settling into writing. He shared some statistics about the male condition, unabashedly, knowing that fact is fact. He's how I imagine Socrates would be, I could be way the fuck off, and maybe I am. Either way, give the pod a mother fuckin listen. 

The Boomtown Rats - I Don't Like Mondays has been the song looping in my head. That song has good spirit. It invokes happiness in me. That's good magic, Bob Geldof.  

Report coming out of Vancouver; Fentanyl has replaced Heroin as the opiate on the streets. Illegal heroin replaced by deadlier, corporate produced fentanyl. This is the drug war, folks. I've never heard of someone ODing on heroin, I've heard of people ODing on fentanyl. I can't remember where I heard it now, but the idea is to legalize cocaine to reduce the amount of people on meth. The same should be done with heroin. Fentanyl can be produced in home labs, but I'd like to the that stats on how much is coming from the prescription companies and how much is coming from trailer park chemist. I was going to attempt to correlate fentanyl producing pharmaceutical labs to overdoses,  but there was no correlation. That and i saw the stock price and became sickened. 

What else, what else. Lifted some deads yesterday, 5x5 sets, followed by pull ups, bent rows, leg raises, and shrugs. It doesn't take much to work the body, and you are so much better off for it. Back to the Socratic Sebastian Junger, I don't know how he lifts, but I do know the man Socrates favored those of keen body, and praised the virtues of physical phitness. Saying “No man has the right to be an amateur in the matter of physical training. It is a shame for a man to grow old without seeing the beauty and strength of which his body is capable.”, and capable it is, but nowhere near as capable as the mind, if the mind is right. I would argue that all strength originates in the mind, and I would be in the company of men like UFC Hall of Famer Bas Rutten. Most fail in mind before failing in body, and ultimately, strength training is mind training. More on that later. 

 

Derrick Hornick

@dhizzo


Hello Bro

by Derrick Hornick


What do you know? Heard you just got back from the Bloodhound show? Oh fuck, I totally screwed my writing brain by listening to this song. Back in the day, circa 2000, just after I graduated high school we'd put on Bloodhound Gang in my buddy's parents living room  and mosh like a bunch of primitive Bros. The next 15 years were pretty much the same, the beer changed, the weed changed, the location changed, the responsibility changed, but the inner Bro remains the same. I no longer drink, my weed habit has been restricted, but at my core I am a Bro. 

Now the gender confused writers at Vice will have you thinking that "The Bro" is a bad thing, allow me to educate you and them. The Bro is many things, first and foremost he is unabashedly masculine, he makes no excuses for his male form, nor does he think it's some sort of hindrance. Being born male is like being the warrior class in your favorite RPG game. We start on first base when it comes to strength and endurance. The bro is tied to the physical world through his body, he does not deny this. The Bro does not need to be an Adonis, or a Superman, but he must be willing to fight, and I think deep down every man is prepared to do that. Secondly, the Bro is aware of his abilities, and this is evident in his confidence. There is a sort of glamorization of the insecure in modern society, fuck that, we know who we are, we know what we are, and we're prepared to back that up. We are not victims, we have never been victims, and we won't allow ourselves to be victims (see point 1). This is why the Bro excels in business, and decision making. Thirdly, the bro position in society is ultimately the tip of the spear. The benefits of Brohood, are equaled only by the sacrifices required of us. First in, last out. When the ship goes down the women and children board the rescue craft first. When there is war, the Bros are called. When there is distress in the streets the Bro is required to act. Bros die. On the intellectual front the Bro is also required to fight, a fight that may be more important than in the streets. The Bro is protector both physical and intellectual, and that comes with risk, it is necessary for the Bro to take on that risk, and call out those dangerous ideas. The Bro is responsible for family. When it comes to work the long hours to keep the lights on, that's all Bro. The Bro doesn't shirk work. 

Now some may say I'm giving some sort of loose definition of manliness, and maybe I am, after all the Bro is simply a juvenile man. Others may say that the Bro is a date rapist, and bully, I disagree, psychos are date rapists, and bullies are weak. There's no place for that shit in true Brohood. 

So don't deny your Broness, embrace it, stand tall and proud, with a big fuckin dick and a big fucking mind.

@dhizzo


The Cusp

by Derrick Hornick


In heaven, Lemmy is bragging to David Bowie about getting more social media condolences, while Glenn Frey cries about the poor timing of his death. RIP fatigue is apparently a thing, and never was it more evident then in the death of Glenn Frey. This phenom must be related to the multiple deaths thing, i.e. one death is a tragedy, a thousand deaths is a statistic. This, like most, and probably all, other phenomena is due to the mechanical failings of the brain. All the brain juice has been used up, and until it has time to restock, the caring about dead celebrities will be at a minimum. 

The internet is a strange place. I was without it for a week, last week, and it became evident that my other true addiction is interwebz (addiction #1 is the pot). On the internet, you can say shit, and not actually believe it. On the internet a million can say shit, and not actually believe. This was displayed in full effect on Sam Harris's recent podcast featuring Jocko Willink. Jocko being a former Navy Seal Commander, was dumbfounded by Sam's questions in regards to pacifism & torture use. I almost felt it in Sam's voice, like he had let the dummies of the internet get to him, people who hold unholdable positions. Pacifism is great, until someone is going to kill you. Torture should never be used, except it's used all the time and works pretty well. 

I wonder if this is the cusp, that moment when Rome when no longer had the hardness to defeat the barbarians at the gates, and instead chose to drowned their stress in wine and food. They had the capability, but not the will. Similarly to the west and ISIS, we are tying are own hands, while the enemy does every dirty thing to win. But really, I don't think ISIS is much of a threat, I think the slow creep of shittier cultures is the real threat. If your culture is shitty, I don't have to respect it, and I'm not going to. The greatness of western society has been hard fought for, it didn't just happen, it was fought for. 

The problem arises when those dumbly held thoughts are made into law, and policy i.e. 50% senators should be women, the Oscars need more blacks, women should be paid as much as men. At first glance those things seem good, but that's not a meritocracy, that's identity politics, and that means the best will not be holding the highest positions. Racism is dead, the best will rise to the top regardless of Gender or color. 

 

@dhizzo


Oh you lazy lazy bitch

by Derrick Hornick


The top topic for blogs has to be the "hey guys, I've be lazy but I'm gonna get back on it" post. Fuck that post! FUCK IT! Those people are liars, thieves and liars. With their fucking communist lies.  This isn't one of those posts. I've been strugglin' in the stuggle. Fighting the forces of mother fucking evil! Fucking evil all coming up in here and taking my motherfucking time! Da FUCK, Son??!/1 You ever get a hair cut? That shit takes at least! 20 mins. Did that! You ever watch your dog while your GF works in the evening? That bitch (the dog bitch) wants to play. I'm currently ignoring a puppy that wants to play! SHIT! I think I'm the evil one.  You ever try reading Nietzsche's Thus Spoke Zarathustra? That takes like at least 8 hours! Even if you're switching back and forth from audio book and text.. like I did. You ever watch a 5 hour documentary on 9/11? Well, I have. That shit has me question what truth is. You ever question the existence of truth! Well I have, and that shit takes your time like an EVIL MOTHERFUCKER. God damn, there is a cute little dog starring at me. She's holding a toy in her mouth!  I just threw the toy, I have another -damn- she's back. Okay, I threw if further, I have another 5 seconds. She seems to have gotten distracted by something, her distraction is distracting me! ARGH! I think this is what Pressfield meant by resistance. 

How you guys doing? Doing well? Have you chosen your side on the Oregon Federal building take over? Well you should. This is a game, and we need winners and losers. There is no room for neutrality. Have you chosen your side on the gun debate? Have you chosen Bernie or Hilary?  Pick your team, bro? Have you formed an opinion on Trump's new commercial? I have, I choose side 'awesome', this dude is saying what he wants the dumb electorate wants to hear. You can't have a Trump without a tribe full of fucking idiots! 'Merica. 

 

@dhizzo 

 


Bull Rush - a short story

by Derrick Hornick


This is a little something I wrote after the Paris attacks of 13-Nov-2015. I've been reading a lot of Conan by Robert E Howard, and I think it shows. I'm working on a story that, hopefully,  I can put to use in a graphic novel. The over arching theme would be the power of the  human  soul on fire.

The jihadist stormed the mall with his budget store AK. Jim crept as quietly as his shoes would allow him, moving from mannequin to counter to avoid detection. He slipped off his jacket, always keeping an eye on the Jihadist. Another person dead, Jim's eyes went wet, as the adrenaline surged in his body, expanding his chest, and readying his muscles. He prays to the gods in his mind “Zeus? Thor? God? Baphomet? Will any of you grant me this glory? I do this for righteousness, aid me in that.”-Pop-pop- The Jihadist fires off more rounds into the crowd, emptying his gun. He grabs the clip and ejects it, maneuvering the duct-tapped secondary clip into the receiver. It was now or never. Jim abandons his hidden position and run at the Jihadist at full sprint, his heightened state allowing him to control every muscle and tendon with fantastic precision. The rage had overtaken him and he lets out a mighty “RAHH!” as he closed the 10 meters quickly, alerting the Jihadist in his foolishness.

Jihad John was of thin frame, not reaching the full adulthood of a man in his thirties, but with the slight womanish frame of an 18 year old boy. His ratty beard, and bad eyes, show this boy for what he was, a weakling nerd. But nerds study, and this one had. Jihad John met the raging charge with a smile, loading the second clip with the smooth action of a practiced hand, raising  the barrel to chest level, and firing a shot into Jim's rib cage. Jim's eyes come off his target for a brief moment, as the pain draw his attention. The wound isn't bad enough to put him down or stop his rush, he's 2 meters from his target now, and loading up for the hardest double leg. Jihad John fires another shot, this one much closer to the center of mass, Jim roars as he leaps at Johnny's legs, aiming just above the knee cap. Jihad Johnny instinctively squeezes the trigger as the full force of Jim's bull rush comes into his legs, firing off several rounds into the roof, his frail body buckles at the waist and knee, almost snapping his 135lb frame. His feet come off the ground as they both fly through the air. Jim has the wherewithal to protect his head from the impact of the hard mall floor, Jihad Johnny does not. The Jihadist body snaps back from the initial impact just as his butt hits the floor, rocking his whole body over his ass. Jim's shoulder is tightly tucked up under the Jihadist's sternum. The impact to the ground is brutal. Jim can hear the man's ribs snap as his full weight comes into the body. The full acceleration of the impact swings the Jihadist back, sending the back of his skull hard into the floor, killing him.

Jim comes quickly up into mount, as the devastation of the takedown wains. He postures for a punch with his right, placing his left to block the AK, but the man's wide open dead eyes make it quite clear. Jim rolls off and puts his back against the nearest wall, he is dying too. The second shot hit just left of his heart, his lung was filling with blood. He thinks of his wife Stella, how he loved her, and how they fought earlier that day. He sent out a psychic connection, not knowing, but hoping she would feel it. “I love you, honey. Sorry, I'm leaving you.”. He coughed and spat blood. “It seemed like a good idea at the time.”. With that the life drained out of his eyes and it went black. What he was, ceased to be, what he is, is no more.

Jihad Johnny's body lay still, he had been a devotee of the Muslim faith, always obeying halal, and praying towards Mecca as he should. His soul leap from his body with exuberance. His essence rising through the stars to heaven. He had martyred and he was to be rewarded. His soul knew where to go, he glided through the stars to a cloudy gaseous region of space, and in it, his new home. A palace like the old Sultans, filled with hookah and silken curtain, and the greatest prize, his harem. The women were hardly women, all virgins, none more than 18, some probably less, but that didn't matter here. The voice of God thundered around him “You have served me well, my Son. Enjoy all the luxuries of Earth, here with me, in heaven.”.  


Fear & Violence

by Derrick Hornick


A strange paradox exists, one that is visible at the street level, as well as on the level of nations. That paradox is that in order to be free of violence, we must excel at violence. 

On the streets - You're in some sort of road rage incident, the attacker is puffy chested, yelling, and saying such things as "you wanna go?". THE worst possible thing you can do in this situation is show submissive posture i.e. "Please, I don't want to fight'". This gives Attacker a green light to bully you, and adds to his confidence. Watch this world star hip hop video the bigger man cowers and his abused for it. Now watch this video, the fella stands his ground and defeats the larger attacker. Of course things like abilities and skills will play into the results, but the most difficult enemy to defeat is the enemy who is willing to die to win, like ISIS. 

On the level of nations - North Korea has been conflict free for almost 60 years, despite multiple threats, and the humanitarian crisis they subject their citizenry to.  No one fucks with NK, because NK has nuclear weapons. A fight with NK could be won, but the risk is too high. Things changes when instead of getting away with a quick knock, you have to take a hay maker on the chin to get that knockout. 

Violence should only be used in defense, and it should be used with devastating accuracy and efficiency when needed. The problem is that violence is a skill the requires upkeep, both in term of equipment and training. I'd like to wax poetic about how violence as a political tool should end, but that's frankly unrealistic. The best way to avoid a fight, is to have the means to win that fight. Which puts us in this strange self perpetuating situation. Why is that a perpetual motion machine is impossible, except in culture?

I'm still reeling from the Paris attacks, and from the increase security we once again have to impose on ourselves. Really we're in a war of attrition, will ISIS ever be able to defeat Western culture, no, I don't think so. They have the power to alter our culture. Attacks on civilians demonstrate how very fucking important it is, to have dudes and ladies who can bang. In WW1 men ran at machine guns in order to overwhelm and move the line forward. When dealing with a power imbalance, like a dude in a mall with a AK, there is very little option other than throwing yourself to the meat grinder and sacrificing yourself to the lords of war. ISIS isn't afraid to sacrifice themselves to further their objectives, well we shouldn't be afraid to sacrifice ourselves to defend what we believe in. The front line is different than what is what in previous wars, but the idea is the same. 

So how do we become so secure as to rebuke attacks before they even happen? I think we need to show proper posture and have the proper skills to back it up. We have to be more afraid to lose our way of life, than our fear of losing our lives. 

 

-Derrick

@dhizzo


Doing the Work

by Derrick Hornick


I've been thinking about work a lot, not my work, but the idea of work, and how that plays out in the universe. That line from Field of Dreams comes to mind, "if you build it, they will come.". If you do the work, it will happen. What's it? It, is improvement; It, is success; It, is recognition.  If you work, work, work, I don't think failure is possible. Sure, failure will happen along the way, that's unavoidable, but eventually, whatever it is you're working on, will be at a level that you can be proud of, and that's success.

Work in this scenario has to be defined as creation, assembly line shit don't count. The universe is a feed back loop, it wants you to create, and your creation will draw strange things toward you. People want to see that fucked up shirt, people want to read your fucked up story. For every action, there is a reaction. I seriously don't believe it's possible to work your whole life on something and for that thing not to be incredible. I'm reminded of another line, this one from the Bhagavad Gita,

You have the right to work, but never to the fruit of work. You should never engage in action for the sake of reward, nor should you long for inaction. Perform work in this world, Arjuna, as a man established withing himself - without selfish attachments, and alike in success in defeat.

The Gita is incredible, and worth a read. When I first read the quote, I was turned off, "why slavishly work?" I thought to myself, but lately I've been noticing a trend, and a common trait of people I admire... they work hard. 

Personally, I've been the laziest of bitches. It's funny, I think about what I do, and really compared to most, I'm not lazy at all, but in my life, I know I've been lazy. I have a greater capacity to do work, and I've squandered that, but that's starting to change. I'm embracing the grind, I'm doing the work, and the body of work alone, will be the reward.

Nietzsche on work, from The Gay Science

When seeking work for the sake of the pay, almost all men are alike at present in civilized countries. To all of them work is a means, and not itself the end; on which account they are not very select in the choice of the work, provided it yields an abundant profit. But there are rarer men who would rather die than work without enjoyment in their work: the fastidious people, difficult to satisfy, whose object is not served by an abundant profit, unless the work itself be the reward of all rewards. Artists and contemplative men of all kinds belong to this rare species of human beings; and also the idlers who spend their life in hunting and travelling, or in love affairs and adventures. They all seek toil and trouble in so far as these are associated with pleasure, and they want the severest and hardest work if it be necessary. In other respects however they have a resolute idleness, even if it should spell impoverishment, dishonour, and danger to health and life. They are not so much afraid of boredom as of work without pleasure; indeed they require much boredom if their work is to succeed with them. For the thinker and for all inventive spirits boredom is the unpleasant "calm" of the soul which precedes the happy voyage and the dancing breezes; he must endure it, he must await the effect it has on him: it is precisely this which lesser natures cannot at all achieve!

Ahh that rare breed of men, men who feel unfit in this mortgaged world. It's all so ridiculous, the house, the car, the kids, the retirement, the death. Work for us for 35 years, and you'll be rewarded with uselessness. The false promise of our society: the rights to the fruit of your work.

Derrick   @dhizzo


Politics of Smoking

by Derrick Hornick


One does not simply troll politicians.  

Being totally disgusted by politics, and essentially occupying the "fuck politics, let's dance" philosophy, I need figure out a way to decide my vote this year. My way was to use a single injustice to determine the personality type of the politician based. Me being me, I chose legalization of marijuana. Pot should be legal, for many obvious reasons, the only one I feel necessary to even list is this: Freedom. I'll stick in my body what I want to stick in my body, and you can fuck yourself if you think your opinion on the matter is relevant to me. 

But the Gods of conspiracy have cursed me. Somehow, someway, every email I sent and received on the subject in my gmail is missing. I don't know how that happened, it's never happened before. It wouldn't be wise to paraphrase a potentially damaging position, so I'll relent and chalk this up to Reptilian fuckery. I know this, the whole experience was gross. Politicians are dumb & politicians are liars. From not understanding a position they held aka decriminalization, to straight up feeding me misinformation. It did help me figure out my vote though, I'm voting for the guy who didn't even respond, breaking my own rules and using his idealistic run for Winnipeg mayor as my decider. I broke my own rules, so what?

Can we talk about Harper's double speak? FUCK! That guy is constantly passing off incorrect information as fact. All his shit on marijuana can be easily debunked. His shit about the economy, the Conservatives being the party of the economy. The economy is fucked, and Harper has taken the "everything is great" approach.. and it's working. It doesn't matter if it's true, as long as he says it is true, and the dumb electorate eats it up like it's 1984. 

Do you ever wonder what Germans felt like in the height of Nazism, like if they knew that their side was the evil side? I sometimes wonder that. When you look at situations like in Syria where the world's empires are fighting what was a proxy war, and is quickly turning into a war. Now days the clever propagandists have convinced us this is not empire, while the lock step of the Western position (Canada, US, UK) has me believing otherwise. We support the Saudis, we support Israel, we're fucking around in the Middle East. Putin's guarding his back door, and is painted as some Evil Empire. Putin's a piece of shit, don't get me wrong, but in this game of Risk, he has a good reason to reinforce Syria. 

brain dump

-Derrick

@dhizzo

 

 


I have a Forum now.

by Derrick Hornick


For zero dollars, I copied and pasted some code into this site and created a internet forum. Thereby massively inflating traffic to this site. Who would have thought. I kinda love the idea of a forum. First, I will swear to the principal of zero rules. What does that mean? Exactly what it says. There are no rules. Never will a rule be written. Any acts I take as sole moderator of this forum will be done free of written guidance. I've already said too much. Second, (and I feel I should have a second, given that I've had a "first') I get off on the filthy power of being a forum administrator. I can't wait to do my first ban, it will be done with supreme aggression. Now you're probably thinking "no rules, how can someone get banned?", by angering me, that's how. 

I had one problem with the no-rule forum; childporn. I can't allow that. So if I was to label the shittinginbuckets forum as "no rules", some clever moron would use the "no rules"  law to post retard shit. That makes it a "my rules" forum, and I don't have any rules, but I will fuck you in your Jared from Subway ass if you post child porn on here. That's not a rule, it's just how it is, like a law of nature or something. 

And that's the thing that makes this forum great, no moderation, at all. I'm far to self involved to police every post on a forum.... and there's like 5 member.

well fuck

Derrick Hornick

@dhizzo 

 


Your Meme is Dumb

by Derrick Hornick


I saw a meme today, actually I saw about 100, thanks facebook. One in particular caught my attention...

Are we calling the US military a terrorist group now? Were they terrorist when they stopped Hitler? Were they terrorist when Japan attacked Pearl Harbor? Under what fucking definition are they terrorists? Didn't they accept Japan's surrender shortly after this, and you know, not kill every remaining Japanese? So what in the fuck.? Anyways, I shit all over the original poster of that meme, because I know him to be a somewhat intelligent person, and I believe he could be reasoned with. I would just let it slide with a dumber person, as that there is no point in arguing with fools.

I've become so jaded. There seems to be a celebration of willful ignorance. For example; Cecil the lion, #blacklivesmatter, let me elaborate. Cecil: it's one lion, lions die all the time. In fact, if you wanted there to be a excess of lions, you'd popularize them as a product (like bacon) and breed them for that purpose. As animals in protected areas they will not survive. Ironically by preventing lions from being valuable as a sport hunting target, you are condemning them to extinction. To save the lion, you must kill the lion. 100 million pigs are killed annually, they aren't in any danger of extinction are they? #blacklivesmatter: A couple of pale skinned black ladies disrupted a Bernie Sanders speech to demand attention for "the cause". Bernie actually marched with Martin Luther King, ya cunts! What exactly is the cause, btw? I've heard the phrase a bunch of times, yet I have no idea what the fuck this cunts want. black lives matter about as much as white lives... i.e. not much. No one gives a fuck about you, the sooner you realize it the better. Christ, the wake of the drug war has enslaves millions, Sanders is the best chance to end that... but no, you want to jump up and down and yell in the mic. Christoper Hitchens could destroy an opponent with a comment just above whisper, because what he had to say was accurate and intelligent as fuck. 

rage

Derrick Hornick 

@dhizzo