SUNDAY, SUNDAY, SUNDAY!

I don’t really have anything.

Well, I have something, but I decided early not to publish it.

I have a link to a forum (which I post on) which has a list of people’s favorite articles from me over a period going back ten years:

Best of Anglin Volume 1: 2015-23

I think I had more good articles than that. I’ve written so, so much. It’s so many millions of words.

It’s been a long, strange trip.

It’s no good whining about it, I know, but it’s existential what happened to me and the site, the censorship and the ban from making any money. I am not allowed to make money. I’m not even allowed to have a personal bank account.

I will do a donation drive soon. Hopefully people will be generous. I just realized this week a couple people who wanted to do calls on the app I didn’t get back with, I’ll do that soon. Left like four people hanging on that, which I apologize for. To be fair I didn’t give a timeline, but this is a bit ridiculous. There were just a lot more people wanting to talk than I had expected.

My midlife crisis is ongoing and has been very difficult. Most of it relates to the kind of failure of this website project, which was intended to be a large media operation, but was sabotaged brutally in a way that I did not understand was possible when I started the website.

I made a comment about Julian Assange being naive, thinking that Western governments would follow their own rules, but a decade ago, I was also naive. I would not have imagined that this kind of internet censorship, that a global ban from banking, was even possible, let alone that making politically incorrect jokes would lead to such a fate.

I’ve long ago dealt with the reality of what happened to me and my project, but during the midlife crisis, I’ve attempted to figure out a way forward, for the next half of my life, where I do something meaningful. Although the first part of my career was sabotaged like no one has ever been sabotaged before or since, it was meaningful. I invented internet antisemitism and I injected all of my narratives into the mainstream. Though it wasn’t what I wanted it to be, it surely was not a waste of time.

But I’m at a different point in my life now, and I want to make sure I keep doing meaningful things. Basically, that is going to be writing that is published on this website, regardless, but I need to do something more meaningful than simply giving daily updates on wars, which is not particularly interesting to me. It is interesting to me, but it’s surely not the most interesting thing to me.

A year ago, I had visions during the Illness Revelations, and I believe this offered a kind of path forward. Probably, October 7th and that sickness will replace January 1st or my birthday as the main marker of the passage of time, so the fact that I’m a year out now is very relevant to me and a time for reflection. In the last year, I’ve had a pretty hard time. But I think in this next year, things are going to start taking form. I’m working on a lot of different things and I’m organizing my life in a way that will allow them to come through.

Basically, over the course of the rest of my life, I want to do several (or many) series of structured essays, several novels and many short stories, write a video game, and hopefully make some films. On the whole, I want to do things that help boys and young men deal with life and the universe and everything.

At the end, I want to die in a cinematic manner, fighting Jewish robots.

Or, conversely, I want to die old, from lung and/or liver disease, after the Jews are dislodged from power.

Hopefully, somewhere in there, I can also make some money. It’s difficult to not have any natural form of income, and to not have any idea what kind of money I’m going to have in a decade or two. Again, not trying to whine, just saying, it’s something I think about and it creates stupid problems. The only thing I want to do, the only thing I’ve ever wanted to do since I was 11 years old, is to write. In that sense, my dreams have come true, and I’m thankful for that.

I want to thank you all for reading and for supporting me. I could never thank you enough. Even if you’re a hate-reader, I love you for coming every day and using your eyes and your brain to give life to my words.