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"In ancient Greek cities, only the citizens were allowed to lift weights and

work in the gym: slaves were forbidden. It’s no wonder that the robots of

Babylon seek to ban gyms for men in our time. The pathetic failure of the

“swole-left,” an entirely artificial construct promoted in a pre-planned and

coordinated way by formal organs of the left, all of this is very instructive: the

occasional exception aside, it’s not possible to be “swole-left” today. Any man

who improves his body through sun and steel will drift away from the modern

left, a program of decrepitude and resentful monstrosity. They know this and are

afraid.

I have to make this restatement now at the end of this brief manifesto:

Many are domestic animals and happy that way. I speak instead to the men

who feel stifled by this bug world.

People at all times try to domesticate each other. Language is used to clobber

and deceive others into submission and domestication. Ideas and arguments and

stories are manufactured for the same. The modern world is no different in this

regard from any wretched tribal society. I'm sure that Europe prior to the Bronze

Age, before the coming of the Aryans, was similar to modern Europe. People

lived in communal longhouses and were likely browbeaten and ruled by obese

mammies who instilled in them socialism and feminism.

Most of those so-called males of the longhouse age were probably similar to

the modern leftist "herb" who doesn't lift. Which is why those societies were so

easily conquered.

The left realizes they look weak and lame—because they are. They know

they have nothing to offer youth but submission and lectures. They know they're

unsexy and staid. If indeed young leftist men will start lifting and worshiping

beauty, they will be forced to leave the left.

The bugman pretends to be motivated by compassion, but is instead

motivated by a titanic hatred of the well-turned-out and beautiful. The bugman

seeks to bury beauty under a morass of ubiquitous ugliness and garbage. So

much of the Pacific and the pristine oceans are now full of garbage and plastic.

This garbage is flowing out of cities built on piles of unimaginable filth. The

waters are polluted with birth control pills and mind-bending drugs emitted by

obese high-fructose-corn-syrup-guzzling beasts. Then of course there is the

ugliness of the people. And it's only getting uglier with the crowded, unhygienic

new cities of our age, populated by hordes of dwarf-like zombies that are

imported for slave labor and political agitation from the fly-swept latrines of the

world.

People feel they can't escape this, they know this is an aggressive method to

demoralize and oppress. When I post my images of vitality in the clear sun of a

long noon, they feel a weight lifted off them. Many feel as if they've escaped the

gravity of this trash world and returned to a time when the natural beauty of man

could be displayed, indicating this is a form of life free to develop its powers.

I believe in the right of nature. I'm bored by ideology and by wordchopping.

The images I post speak for themselves and point to a primal order that is felt by

all, in a physical sense.

When I or my followers post powerful, beautiful images of male models of

unbelievable vitality and youth, our enemies gnash their teeth in envy and

hatred, while we are exalted and inspired.

The superior, like the handsome Alexander, exert an almost magical effect

that draws others to them. Some are drawn to higher action, others to other tasks,

but all petty cares are forgotten. There is nothing that needs to be said or

elaborated, no need to intellectualize this any more than the natural attraction

wolves on the move have for their king, or bees in a hive for their queen."

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