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Friday, 20 July 2018

Dinner With Lauren Southern and Stefan Molyneux

Well that was certainly an experience!  I'm glad I went, as it was one of the more eye opening events I've ever attended, but not all in a good way.



To start with the positive, I liked both Lauren and Stefan as people.  I liked that they have the courage to say what they think, even against all the death threats, police fees and riots, when our own politicians are largely too afraid to even take on something as glaringly insane as "Safe Schools" publicly.  Most people at the event were ordinary, decent people interested in hearing an opinion different to the brainwashing media and education system we have in Australia.  Everyone I talked to was capable of having an actual discussion about issues - including Lauren and Stefan - without getting angry or offended and actually putting forth arguments and listening to counter arguments.

However there are many parts of their politics that I don't agree with, and there was also a definite far right element at the event, with people that I'd say probably Lauren and Stefan themselves wouldn't want to be associated with.

One example is people on one of the buses told me there was one crazy guy (out of about 40) who was going on racist rants the entire bus trip, while others tried to shut him up.  So obviously just a weird minority, but it clearly is true that those sort are attracted to these kind of events, along with the normal people.

Here's what I think is the crux of the matter though.  Both Lauren and Stefan have views I don't agree with.  I am not anti-Islam, where Lauren is somewhat (from our brief conversation I think she is more conflicted on it than she lets on in her videos), and I'm not as "pro Western culture" as Stefan is.  Frankly, one day I hope to see a culture or civilization on Earth, but it hasn't happened yet.  There were a few things Stefan stated as facts that I'd definitely question - he somehow ignored Asia when discussing the history of technological development in the world (though to his credit, he himself encouraged everyone to question his facts and opinions, which you never hear from left wing speakers).

I also find that Lauren's way of stirring controversy in particular can do more harm than good.  Like the "It's okay to be white," shirt to her is just a funny way of pointing out media bias, but at the same time while she doesn't hold any racist views that I could discern (remembering that religions and races are different), she knows that saying that will make others think she is racist and get her support from actual racist groups who use similar slogans.

But here is the bigger HOWEVER, nothing either of them said at the event, or have said or done in the past (that they've actually said or done, ignoring media hype) is even close to as disturbing, wrong or harmful as the words and actions of many left wingers that are considered perfectly acceptable in modern society.

Lauren and Stefan are accused of hate speech, well I'd argue it's hate speech when the left demonizes business owners as greedy criminals and males as unbridled rapists, but apparently, that's okay.  But saying that kids should be raised in a stable family environment and not indoctrinated on 50 plus genders?  Hate speech!

And let's not get started about little kids in drag at "Pride parades" or the likes of PETA and Greenpeace.

When you have left wing social justice warriors at American universities literally protesting against free speech, chanting that "speech is violence", and academics and politicians who take that nonsense seriously, it's not surprising that some people may go overboard in response.


I'm no stranger to holding and voicing controversial opinions, and I also like hearing the views of people with interesting things to say, whether I agree with them or not.  It's rather troubling that now attending an event to hear someone speak, immediately means you are a supporter of them and all their views.  I had the idea that you go to such an event to find out more about what the speakers believe so you can make up your own mind, but apparently according to the Australian media and the left, that is no longer the case.  We either blindly obey, or they viciously attack as can be seen in any media report about the protests.

Remember, the people using actual violence, were not the people in the event. And that includes the more extreme far right element that were present.

So, what actually happened there?

The Dinner:
I was texted the secret address of the dinner at around lunch time on the day, so I was able to drive there directly and miss the protesters.  Turns out that after I think it was 98 venues had rejected them, this place was booked just the night before, the only place that would have them!

I arrived at 4:50pm to find a horde of police presence, but no protesters yet.  There were about 20 guests at the dinner, which is a lot more than I expected given the hefty price tag.  Before Lauren and Stefan arrived, we milled around a bit and chatted among ourselves and the conversation was mostly people being surprised about how much fuss there was over the whole thing.  The mood I could best describe as "a little bemused".

No one when they booked their tickets it seemed was expecting a big controversy or some kind of hate fueled event, they were there for a dinner and a chat to a couple of people they respected for taking massive risks to talk about subjects that Australian politicians are afraid to discuss in the open, from LGBT indoctrination through "Safe Schools", to our failing and left wing education system, and the general moral decline of society.  (And for anyone wondering, no one I spoke to at least even seemed interested in the subjects of immigration or religion at the dinner, one person even said he hopes they don't waste too much time just talking about that).

We eventually sat at 3 tables and Lauren and Stefan rotated between tables for about 20 minutes each table.  Interestingly, the majority of people were there to see Stefan rather than Lauren, which was surprising given the media paid him almost no attention.

Lauren and Stefan were both very pleasant and reasonable people to talk to.  I would have liked to go more in depth with them, but time of course didn't permit.  I definitely didn't get any notion of hatred or desire for violence from either of them, they both talked very openly and sounded like they genuinely care about trying to improve conditions.  It's refreshing after a lot of Liberal political functions I've been to, where people treat every word they say as a bomb that might get them killed if someone takes it the wrong way.  I've met a lot of able, intelligent politicians, who yet can't achieve anything because they are too afraid anyone will hear what they actually think about things as shocking as having a dissenting view about abortion, same sex marriage, religious freedom and so on.

Someone told me one of the people there was a member of a far right, anti-Islam and racist group.  I only got to speak to him for a couple of minutes, but I did bring that up and if he did have any controversial opinions, he didn't go into them with me.  Maybe he just didn't want to get into an argument, as he was perfectly polite to me (though I am a straight, white male).  Or maybe he just wasn't actually racist/anti-Islam.  Again, just not enough time to really find out!

The Main Event:
I'm not great at estimating crowds, but I'd say there were 500-600 people there.  Probably 70% were European male (not specifically "white"), then most of the rest were Euro female.  In the whole room there were probably only 10 or so people of other races.

I think that's likely more because of how the media portray Stefan and Lauren than because of anything they actually say or believe.  If there were a handful of people who may have taken issue to other races being there, the 500-600 others would have quickly taken issue with them (along with Stefan, Lauren and security).  I'd be curious to hear from any of those 10 or so people if they did encounter any issues by attending (even if it was just dirty looks).

I will say the main event had a different vibe to the private dinner.  There definitely were some pretty drunk and angry looking people there, but they didn't actually say or do anything racist or otherwise offensive that I observed, so that's just the impression I got from them.  If they were actually racists or anti-Islam or otherwise bigoted, they probably realised they weren't actually at a suitable venue to voice that.

There were quite a few interesting things throughout the event, but there's two that stood out to me.  Stefan said during his speech (and really the main point he was making was) that it is vital freedom of thought and speech be permitted in society and that we don't allow violent protesters to prevent reasoned debate from occurring.  He said if we aren't permitted to freely talk now about what kind of society we want to live in and if we let dissenting opinions be suppressed, then eventually there will be no freedom at all and that will only lead to violence and destruction.

So that sounds pretty sensible, but one person did come up and ask a bit of a veiled question of Stefan which to paraphrase was basically "So when do you think violence will be necessary to fight back against the left."  The implication being he was looking for an excuse to do so.  Stefan (and Lauren who was next to him) seemed a bit taken aback by the question, and his response was that there shouldn't be any violence, but if we ever get to a point where it is literally impossible to have freedom of speech, it is just an inevitability that it will occur.

The other thing that stood out as mostly pandering to the wrong audience was how Stefan ended his talk.  He encouraged everyone to chant "West is best!"  His point, which he made clear, was that right wing people (who hold traditional Western, Judeo-Christian beliefs) need to stop being ashamed of their beliefs and feeling self conscious about being attacked, but instead actually be proud of their own culture, just like other cultures are proud of theirs.  But obviously he would have known that some several hundred white guys chanting that definitely has a different connotation, especially to any extremists who may have been there.

As I said before, I can't really get behind pride in any extant culture.  If I were to chant, it would be more like "Human's need a civilization," or some-such.

The Protesters:
And that leaves just the protesters to discuss.
Wow.
I mean really.  WOW!
From my seating position I couldn't see if there were multiple or just individuals at some points, but several times throughout the event someone who got in with a ticket turned out to be a protester.  Maybe 6 people in total.
And those people were like wild animals.  Like these weren't humans in there protesting, I have to assume they were either on drugs, or were actual rabid dogs in human form.

From what I could see they were all white women in their 20s and all they did was run around and shriek like lunatics for a few seconds until they got dragged out by security while the audience laughed and cheered.

I'm really curious what they were doing while waiting for their moment and how they decided when to start.  How did they even pass as human long enough to get through security?  Hell how did they use a computer to order tickets, or did someone do it for them?

I didn't see much of the outside protesters, so I guess I'll find out on the news what they were like, but inside I've never seen more mentally deranged people in real life, only on some YouTube videos.  It was kind of surreal and worth the ticket price alone.

The Police Fees:
It's been all over the news that the police are charging $68,000 for the security provided.

Now all credit to the police and security present for doing an excellent job.  I can't criticise them at all.  But despite the idea that police charge event organisers for police presence regularly, there is a key difference here:

The difference is that generally events that need police are large, public gathering where people are getting drunk or on drugs and police are needed to stop general violence and problems.

At this event, police didn't need to be there because of the event itself.  At the event itself there was plenty of security and none of the attendees (except the protesters who got it) got violent or caused any problems.  Police only needed to be there because terrorists were threatening violence and turned up to attack the attendees of the event.

That is a very different circumstance to a normal event.  At a normal event, people show up, some may get rowdy and are handled by police.  At this event, the only people the police were needed to handle were people not there for the event, but criminals and terrorists coming to disrupt the event.  Thus by charging the event organisers, the police are literally charging the victims of crime for protection.  This was clearly a political decision from uplines in the force (or perhaps even at government level) and not the fault of any of the police present of course.

The correct handling would have been to inform protesters that any violence would result in immediate arrest and criminal charges and then to turn up, quickly arrest anyone breaking the law (including assault such at throwing things at people), filing criminal charges against them and leaving it at that.  That would have left a bunch of non violent protesters who didn't need police to handle them, and a bunch of criminals and terrorists off the streets.

Overall:
So in summary my view of the whole thing is that Stefan and Lauren are pretty reasonable people, with some views I disagree with, but nothing that can't be discussed on a rational level (and nothing they wouldn't be perfectly happy to discuss either).  Stefan probably has more controversial views than Lauren, but Lauren is definitely more overt in causing offense to get attention.

Most of the attendees were normal people who just wanted some place they could hear views outside the mainstream, brainwashing media.

There were some people who it seemed were extreme who were present, but they probably didn't get what they were coming for.

The protesters were batshit crazy animals and when those are your opposition, it shows you must be doing at least something right.

And would I go to one of their events again?  Probably not.  If Jordan Peterson comes down again, I'll have to make sure to see him, but while I like Lauren and Stefan, I don't think the event was actually constructive to improving things in Australia.  I definitely don't think it was harmful or dangerous, and I'm glad that some other views are being spoken here, but they didn't really present much of a solution to go forward with.

Actually I think Lauren in particular could achieve a lot more good if she tried to be less shocking and relied more just on reason.  That's actually something a guy sitting next to me said to her at the dinner, that she presents much better in a reasoned argument in person than she does on her videos and in the media.  She said she agrees, but it's basically impossible to have a real conversation with the media or with anyone from the left, as they aren't willing to actually talk, but just attack.  The protesters certainly lend some credibility to that argument, though Peterson has shown it is possible.

I'm definitely glad I went, I know plenty of people thought I shouldn't go, but I don't believe that speech is violence and opinions are dangerous and I think anyone who does is the real danger to society.

And if anyone thinks I'm a terrible person just for wanting to discuss some interesting issues, well I'd much rather someone hate me for who I am, than like me for who I'm not.

If anyone wants to hear a good summary of both their views, I just watched this which covers it all quite well.

Edit:
Minor corrections.  Apparently it was 88 not 98 venues, and there were 4 protesters inside.

Friday, 2 February 2018

The Tower of MEAT

It's possible I never told you about my theory of food.  I am 90% certain this theory is incorrect, but it is absolutely correct.

When you eat food, the sustenance comes not from the digestion of the food itself, but from the imbibing of the suffering and work of all involved in its preparation. The animals who die, the people who labour and so on, are all fed to you on a deep, spiritual level, through the ritual of eating their food.  This is why meals you prepare yourself are never as filling, you're basically eating your own life force!

Based off this theory, I have developed the scientific fact that the more animals are in your meal, the better it is for you!  And hence for the ultimate in healthy eating, I advise visiting Demazzi in Essendon!  Now I know some of you likely aren't into healthy eating, and that's perfectly fine, there are plenty of places you can go for unhealthy vegetarian and vegan meals.  But for those who care about their spiritual well being, let me present to you, THE TOWER BURGER:


This thing packs in a full three different animals, presented in 5 unique ways!  Ground cow, milked cow, fried chicken, torn up pig AND salted and smoked pig.  It's like a Frankensteinian orgy of flesh!

I must confess, for years I have scorned the quality of food Melbourne (and Australia as a whole) has to offer, but the tide is finally turning and we are rising up to a new age of glory and wisdom. Stay tuned, because this is just the beginning...

Saturday, 27 January 2018

A Step Too Far - Chapter 13

Annie sat breathing heavily, dangling her feet in the hot spa, watching the dried blood, indifferently wondering if it will wash off easily, or need some scrubbing.  How did she even get blood on her legs?  Splash damage must have been more intense than she noticed at the time.

Stripping to her underwear, she pulled out her wallet again before settling into the spa to clean up.  It took some time to find a suitable hot-tub, kept warm in a back yard, despite the residents being off somewhere.  Ever so courteous of them to let her bloody up their waters.  A hot spa was clearly the only way to celebrate a victory in battle, it’s a shame they weren’t around in the good old days - a good hot spring certainly did the trick though.

A few hundred dollars in cash - not bad for a kid, drug money?  A learner’s permit, the photo was pretty, but she saw herself in the mirror at the bar, it clearly didn’t do her justice.  Platinum credit card, daughter of rich parents?  Debit card, library card?  They still have those?  Hmph.  Gym membership, of course, and some blank card, probably opens the gate of her parent’s mansion.  Very un-elucidating… She put it aside and sunk under the bubbling water to try and get the blood out of her - come to think of it remarkably silky - hair.



I still ask people sometimes, what their earliest memory is.  A Christmas tree on a snowy day; their first day in school; their parents’ faces? Some it seems can barely remember even being a child.  None remember being born, yet not one person ever questions that they were born, everyone is born at some point, right?

I remember when I was born - far too long ago - but it isn’t my earliest memory.  My earliest memory isn’t of being born, but of dying. Then blackness, perhaps a second, perhaps a thousand years, then birth. And before that,  nothing.  I’ve never known blackness since then, not even a moment’s nap.  The body sleeps, I do not.  I’ve been born many times since then.  I’ve lost more bodies than I can easily count.

So if my earliest memory is my own death, surely I must have been alive before then?  Was that the first life I was born into?  Was I even born, or did I just come to be at that very moment, seeing through the eyes of someone who was never me?  Whoever that man was, there were two things I knew about him.  He was hated by those who killed him more than I’d seen anyone be hated in all my time since, and I hated him.  I don’t even know who he was, but God I hate him with every fiber of my being.



Emerging from under the water, Annie took a deep breath and casually inspected her newly clean hair.  It was nice being beautiful.  I should buy a pretty dress.

A Step Too Far - Chapter 12

The two men came around the corner and Annie heard them stop still.  “Hey!” one growled “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”  She turned to face them with a grim smile, as they moved to block her escape.  “Oh I just saw those guys in there kill that guy Dave you’ve got hidden away inside.  Thought I’d see what they were doing with him, maybe drop in and say ‘Hi’,” she replied brightly.  “Crazy bitch, you must be high,” replied the man on the left as they both approached her.  He saw the specs of blood on her face and clothes.  “I guess this will be the second time someone teaches you a lesson tonight.”

Annie watched them approach, grim smile shrinking to more of a dark smirk.  One of them drew a knife, the other grabbed her and slammed her hard up against the wall.  It knocked the wind from her, but the smirk remained.  “Pretty little thing like you should stay off the streets at this hour, but I guess it’s too late now, can’t exactly unsee something can you?”  “No indeed!” she cheerily replied, despite some shortness of breath, “Come to think of it, weren’t the two of you there too?  I’m pretty sure that knife was the one that got me, uh, him in the leg, no?”

The man with the knife pushed the other aside and held it to Annie’s throat.  The grim smirk was gone, she now smiled sweetly, looking into his eyes.  “That’s right, this was that knife.  Now, tell me, would you like me to fuck you before, or after I use it on you?” The other guy laughed, “This bitch is crazy man, but she’s hot!  We could get good money for her, let’s bring her in.”

“Oh, let’s not be in such a hurry,” Annie said seductively, gently caressing the man’s knife arm.  “Can’t you both fuck me here first, before we go inside?” Now the man with the knife laughed and leaned closer to her, his left hand moving to grope her between the legs.  His knife twisted from his hand and went up through the floor of his mouth,  right into his brain.  He fell straight to the ground dead.

The other man jumped back in shock and fumbled, but managed to reach his gun.  Annie took a step toward him as he retreated, drawing on her.  She grabbed the gun with both hands and leaped up and around, wrapping her legs firmly around his neck and wrenching the gun from his grip.  He came crashing down, her legs still entwined around him, cutting off circulation to his brain.  In a few seconds he stopped twitching.  She lay relaxedly on the ground for another minute before letting go.  His eyes had almost bulged out of their sockets.  It was nice having a body that could properly follow through with her intention!

Annie rose to her feet, taking the gun, but leaving the knife.  It seemed a good place for it to remain - sticking out of the man’s jaw - it held a certain aesthetic quality.  After three months as Dave, not to mention years as a hobo before that, Annie realised she was tired of inactivity and slowly plodding around.  Walking to the front of the bar, she wanted some action.  There was only so much she could do to increase the strength of a body, but she put all she had into it and kicked down the front door, marching in, gun blazing.

A Step Too Far - Chapter 11

Slurring and sobbing, stumbling as she ran despite her drug addled head, trying to reach the main road while explaining where she was to the operator, Stephanie was desperate to get someone, anyone there to help.  The operator calmly tried to settle her down and find out what happened, but she was too frenzied to give a coherent reply between trying to flag down cars that sounded their horns angrily at her.

As the operator ensured her an ambulance was on its way and implored repeatedly, “Please miss, keep off the road, an ambulance is on its way, you need to go back to your friend and I’ll talk you through helping her.” After several repeats, the message finally drummed though, “Shit!” she’d left her lying on her back, probably choking on her own tongue!  Maybe the only reason she wasn’t breathing now was Stephanie's own carelessness!  She hung up the phone and ran back to where she left Annie.

Stephanie’s eyes darted around, desperately trying to spot where she left Annie, but she was nowhere to be seen.  This has to be where she was!  It was only a few hundred meters away, and she recognised the nearby tree and bench, definitely!  They were lying right there!  Was she that high she imagined the entire thing?  She shone the light of her phone where Annie once lay and saw a few specs of blood against the green grass.  But Annie was gone.

Stephanie turned, looking carefully in every direction, Annie nowhere in sight.  “Annie?” she called out into the darkness.  “ANNIE!” she shouted at the top of her lungs.  No reply.  She ran back and fourth, making sure she had a full view of the area.  There wasn’t a lot obscuring the view and she could see well enough into the distance in the moon light.  No one was there.

She paused in horror for a moment, unable to find her dead or dying friend… and then realised, and fell to her knees laughing and crying at once with relief.  She was alive!  If she was too badly off, she couldn’t have gone far at all in such little time.  In Stephanie’s daze she must have not been able to feel her pulse or notice her breathing, how obvious that should have been!  Whatever had happened to Annie, she had obviously woken up, saw she was alone in the park, and knowing her, calmly and quickly went for help.

Stephanie raised her phone and started dialing Annie’s number.  Whatever happened last night, she clearly owed Annie the world’s biggest apology, and given the state they were in, probably also her life - again.  The thought flashed in her mind, “How much does an entire ice-cream shop go for these days?”

A Step Too Far - Chapter 10

It took a moment for Annie to properly reorient herself.  It was always a bit jarring to go from an exterior, broad view, to looking through the narrow, cloudy eyes of a body.  She looked herself up and down, checking her body and clothing were in more or less good order.  A bit disheveled, some blood, but otherwise fine.  She turned to face the direction of Dave’s body, two miles off.  There was no time to waste getting used to this body, it was fresh enough to not need much work to get going.  She jammed her right arm back into place and took off at a run.

A mile on, she was still running at a comfortable pace.  Her body felt a bit drained from lack of sleep, the partly healed injuries and the drugs, but was holding up remarkably well.  She was pretty pleased with herself, she was obviously getting better at purging drugs from the body of these kind of people.  Usually it was a hopeless task, there was only so much that could be done.  But she managed to clean up this body like it was almost new!

She was breathing deeply, but not heavily, and if anything the run loosened her up rather than exhausted her.  She picked up the pace and felt the cold morning air against her cheeks, her body warmed up and felt alive - a sensation Dave had certainly not been used to.  She missed that sensation, and wanted more!  Annie took a leap into the air as she ran at full pace, and gracefully landed back to a run meters ahead.  She was grinning now like she hadn’t in a long time.  Maybe losing Dave’s body was a blessing in disguise, this new one was fun!

Annie was almost sorry there was less than a mile left to run.  She jumped and darted, skipped and hopped, then cartwheeled and finally even flipped her way down the road, landing gracefully every time, she felt weightless.  This felt like the body of a dancer, or a gymnast!  She was quite familiar with being a good dancer, but always male, she’d never been a female dancer before.  Apparently she’d been missing out.  These little bodies aren’t so bad after all!

When Annie arrived back at the dingy bar, she was breathing hard, but exhilarated and ready for more.  In the excitement she’d almost forgotten why she was there!  As Dave she went into the fight with all the gusto of a stale sandwich, in keeping with his style of course.  But this body felt like a TV high school pep rally made flesh.  This time she’d put something of herself into the fight, like in the good old days.

The men had gone, leaving scuffs in the dirt, and blood, but no Dave.  She put her attention out a bit and could feel his body inside the building.  They were probably hiding it until they could think of a way to dispose of it.  For an instant she got an impression of the other people in the area and quickly pulled her attention back in.  There’s no fun in a fight if you know too much in advance!

Instead she walked around and peaked in a window and saw two of the men who killed her… Dave… whatever, before.  Also a third man she didn’t know, talking heatedly to them.  Then she heard footsteps, two men, coming around the corner.  She could hide and plan her attack, but she was still exhilarated from the run, and wanted to get back into action.  She just kept on looking in that window.