This is the Closest You’re Going to Get to an Interesting Sunday Article

I told you last Sunday that I’d been on a sort of half-assed vacation, in which half of my ass is working and the other half is relaxing.

There’s no real structure to this, and some days are going to be better than others, as we get back to full interestingness here on the Daily Stormer (formerly Tranny Watch).

I think this last week was as boring as the week before that. Actually, there was some stuff I was pretty proud of this week, even though there wasn’t any (good) long think piece.

These were all okay, in my view:

And I think the filler was a lot better this week.

I’ll also just note, I’m also pretty proud of this meme:

I don’t usually note that I create a specific meme. I actually think people who put their names on memes are metaphysically evil. Part of the whole philosophy of memes is that they are all from our shitlord hive mind. Like, someone invented Wojak, someone invented the NPC, someone invented that four panel, then I wrote a text.

The joy one feels when he sees one of his memes reposted is a personal private joy, but it is also a collective internet joy, showing that we are all contributing. Also, someone who posts the correct meme in the correct situation, even if he had nothing to do with making it, is in a way as important as the person who made the meme originally.

I’m just pointing out that I made that Fauci puppies NPC meme because I want to assure everyone that even if the quality is not the best these days, I’m not off the ball.

I also made this meme:

Just joking.

That’s a picture of something that is happening in real life all across the Western world right now.

But don’t worry – everything is fine and this is all normal.

Frankly, I’m not even sure the quality is noticeably different by anyone other than me, and I’m a little worried that by apologizing for it, I’m going to make people think things are worse than they actually are. However, in terms of shaping expectations: I expect this week to be even better than last week, which was better than both the weeks before that.

And before “hire other writers” – that has always been a disaster. It’s more work than me just doing it all myself. Also, no one ever donates. Did I mention that you should donate? Do it now while the dip is still in progress! If you send Monero at $200 and it’s worth $300 again in two weeks, it’s like you donated 150%! (Actually, it’s not really very much like that, because math is really complicated and dumb.)

Wait, so what was the thing here…?

Hello? Content department?

Ah, yes. I promised something remotely interesting.

Well, I was on the Gamer Uprising forum, and people were talking about work. Someone said that they made six figures working in the energy sector before getting laid off. They noted that it was not bad work, but very physically straining, and could involve exposure to chemicals.

Then someone replied: “That sounds awesome; but of course the intensity of the work probably cancelled out much of the beneficial aspect of the job.”

I then wrote the following rambling comment in response (this is the meat of this thing you’re reading right now): 

Intense work is generally rewarding. It’s the health hazards that are the problem. I don’t know about carrying the bags, it depends on what techniques are available and also the speed and quantity, but exposure to the chemicals is definitely always bad.

As a teenager I worked loading trucks at several warehouses, and it was very high intensity, in terms of movement, but heavy lifting was not at all consistent and there were never any chemicals. But the days just flew by.

One good thing was that there was a lot of variety, and if you were good with the managers, you could request switching up duties multiple times per day. Everything but the forklift was high speed (because OSHA faggotry).

Honestly, I loved that work, and if it was possible to feed a family and have a nice house and truck working like that, I would have had no problem just doing it forever.

I felt the same way about SOME of the construction work I did, actually. Though construction almost always involves chemical exposure. Even just doing drywall and plaster. Especially in older houses (which is what I enjoyed the most), you’ve got to constantly be thinking about lead and asbestos. Even sanding petrol-based paints should involve a respirator, though everyone just used a corona style mask. Refinishing wood involves all kinds of toxic chemicals. And on and on. But the work itself is great.

Mechanic work is interesting too, though I’ve only casual experience. But it has nothing near the intensity of warehouse or construction.

All this having been said, I imagine that the cliche about assembly line work being hell is very true, despite the intensity. There is no variety or creativity involved in the way there is in a warehouse or construction.

Anyway, I’m always thankful I had these experiences, because aside from what I learned about life from the experiences, I think it gives me an ability to speak to normal working people in a way that most people raised middle class don’t have an ability to do. Along with experiencing the work, I experienced the people.

The biggest problem with the people who I worked with was baby mama drama and substance abuse, both of which are issues which should be mitigated by the state and are instead incentivized by the state. Most people don’t really understand how no-fault divorce and the larger sexual revolution decimated the working class. The substance abuse issues mostly stem from the domestic problems.

It would literally cost the government nothing to reinstate marriage as a legal contract and to abolish family courts and award the children to whichever parent had the highest income potential (i.e., the father in 99.99% of working class situations). The ruling class can hide behind utopianism, but the real reason for abolishing marriage (which no-fault divorce laws literally did, as they meant that the marriage contract was no longer a contract) was that they hate normal people.

The members of the working class who do the best and hold their marriages together end up pissing away all of their savings putting their kids into this college system, yet another load of utopian nonsense weaponized against them. The college does not pay off, and the kids end up remaining dependents deep into adulthood, and of course the grandparents then end up managing the latest round of sex and drug drama.

The other issue was of course obesity, which is also a result of government malfeasance. The government regulates virtually everything in this country, and yet refuses to regulate the food industry, allowing multinational corporations to sell people addictive, dangerous, chemical laden garbage that is effectively “fake food.” And of course, putting women in the workplace meant that women don’t have the time to cook real food, so so much of what people eat comes out of boxes, or from fast food drive throughs.

I of course agree with the universal consensus that the middle class should be the core of society. However, when you allow the working class to devolve into a disastrous mess of poverty, divorce and drug addiction, that is always going to bleed over into the middle class. And the single easiest thing for any society to do is ensure that simple people who just want to work, have a house, and drive a truck are able to do that without their lives being destroyed by child support payments and drugs. Literally, all you have to do for these people to keep them happy is not purposefully sabotage them with weaponized utopianism.