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Andrew Anglin
Daily Stormer
May 26, 2019
You should have spent that $45,000 on a sportscar, faggot.
Every day now more tourists are dying on Mount Everest!
Every time they die I get an alert on my cellular phone and I throw back my head and laugh!
I hope they all die!
A British man has died on Mount Everest, marking the tenth death in two months as a record number of mountaineers rush to conquer the world’s highest summit during an unusually brief window of good climbing weather.
A 41-year-old British climber, Robin Haynes Fisher, reached Everest’s peak at 8:30 a.m. local time on Sunday morning, and collapsed and died shortly after, at about 150 meters below the summit, according to Murari Sharma, Managing Director at Everest Pariwar Treks. The Himalayan Times reported that Jangbu Sherpa, a guide with the same expedition, also fell ill and was brought to a camp at lower altitude.
The deaths come amid reports of massive crowding on the mountain, especially around the Hillary Step, where climbers have to go single-file. On Wednesday, there were reports of two and three hour delays in that area.
Peak climbing season for Everest is April and May, and all of the 10 deaths have occurred within that two-month span.
“You’ve got people who’ve got lifelong dreams, whether they’re 28 or 58, to climb Mount Everest. And they get there, they achieve their dream and they perish doing something that was supposed to be one of the most meaningful events of their life,” said Alan Arnette, a mountaineering expert who runs a Mount Everest blog.
Why is it their lifelong dream?
What kind of vapid nonsense is this, to want to “climb the highest mountain”?
It is like something from an inspirational poster in an elementary school that maybe someone took too literally.
Or maybe these posters were meant to be taken literally? Maybe all of these “climb the highest mountain” posters we all remember from the walls of our schools meant “climb a mountain”?
How empty does your soul have to be for your life’s dream to be to hire someone to carry a bag for you on a special hiking trail that you’ve heard is very significant, somehow?
That you want to pay $45,000 to walk single file with a crowd to stand at a specific spot that has been arbitrarily assigned significance by people that you do not know?
What feeling is that supposed to give you, exactly?
These people deserve to die.
Anyone who believes they can get fulfillment by having consumed an arbitrary experience created by media hype is a shell of a man.
I’m of course not saying that I cannot understand wanting the experience of climbing up an icy mountain. I’m an adventurer myself, and have done a lot of hiking through mountains. I’ve never been interested in going up a snowy one, but I hold no ill-will against those who do.
What I am saying is that marketers promoting this specific mountain are selling an idea that you are going to experience meaning by getting to the highest point on earth, something which is in itself totally meaningless beyond the abstract. And the abstract is not experiential, meaning that this experience becomes a simulation of meaning, rather than a real meaning derived from the excitement of an experience itself. Just look at those pictures of people waiting in line to stand at the peak, just so they can make the claim that they’ve stood in this arbitrary spot. They are paying an average of $45,000 for this, plus airfare and whatever else.
There is nothing even especially exciting about Everest.
Look at it:
Is that really more interesting than Mount McKinley?
Or any other snowy mountain, for that matter?
I guarantee it is less enjoyable on the experiential level than going to the Rocky Mountains.
Or the Swiss Alps.
But the modern definitions of meaningful experiences are now in line with our core values of consumerism, and experiences are viewed as consumer products.
Just as people look for products by which to define their identities, people look to experiences that they can purchase to define their identities.
Climbing Mount Everest and waiting in line to take a selfie at the peak is a consumer product block used to build a part of the modern identity. Furthermore, having a “dream to climb Mount Everest” is a building block of an identity. It isn’t something that anyone naturally dreams of – it is just an icy rock that is hard to breathe on.
This concept of “experience as consumer product” needs to be examined further.
It is a core part of the modern search for meaning in a world without meaning. And it is simply an advanced stage of consumerism. People have grown weary of the boomer idea of finding meaning through buying products, so they look to buy experiences, but this is ultimately just as hollow. In fact, it could be more hollow, as you are moving into an even more abstract arena.
Of course there is meaning to be found in connecting with nature. But taking a guided tour of a mountain hike is no more connecting to nature than going to a disco nightclub is connecting to other people.
Moreover, there is no skill involved in taking this guided tour, and so there is no inner human reward for it. This is not free soloing.
That is where meaning is found – by reaching into the self and seeking to make the self better. You cannot buy meaning, ever. And there is no difference between buying a product and buying an experience.
The overwhelming majority of people have lost the desire to reach for something greater than themselves, and this is where we find the death of meaning, and this is where we get people dying on frozen mountains because they wanted to make a consumer experience part of their artificially-manufactured personal identity.
This is the human crisis.
The only way that meaning can be restored to mankind is through a resurrection of a connection to God, which means reaching for a higher self. And the first step of this is an abandonment of the entire ideology of consumerism, and a reasserting of the truth that meaning can only be found in overcoming adversity.
We have no other options.
Until then, all you will have is a bunch of dumb assholes suffocating on icy mountains in Asia.
