Another trickle from the Daygame Infinite stream

March 19, 2018

I’ve been busy lads, sorry. After my ridiculous reading binge that led to 39 book reviews in just over two months, I turned my mind to other matters. I’m still reading, currently up to #43, but I’ll get round to reviewing them later [1]

So, what other matters?

First and foremost is the impending release of the full-colour Daygame Mastery second edition. It’s taken longer than I expected purely because I decided to spend more time writing new material for it. When the 468 pages from the first edition were re-laid in the Infinite style, it came to 401 pages. It’s now 481, the extra 80 pages being entirely new content. So, about a 20% increase.

It also takes a ton of time to carefully monitor the layout to get everything right. These are complex pages with a lot going on. I sent my latest amendments on Friday. If I’m lucky it’ll be finished by the end of the month but don’t bank on it.

The other big project was returning to volume three of the memoir, Younger Hotter Tighter. I’d written the first half by the beginning of January, twenty chapters, then parked it. It’s good to cool off from a book and let ideas settle, then come back to it cold. The book review and Mastery projects pushed it back further.

So, this week I wrote four more chapters and a total of 25k words. It’s up to 95k in total but there’s still 16 chapters remaining for me to chip away at. I hope to reach the end of chapter 30 before I begin travelling, and then cheerfully plod on while I’m on the road. Don’t expect to see YHT any time soon but be sure it will be done. This isn’t an idle fancy. My memoir project will be completed this year.

I have ten days of hibernation remaining.

[1] So far, my reviews total almost 50k words, which is the length of a short novel all on its own.

Ruminations on this blog’s direction #1

March 9, 2018

A friend of mine recently sent me a long message commenting upon this year’s change of direction in the blog towards doing book reviews. His general conclusion was “great to read, but likely bad for business”. I think I probably owe my readers an explanation.

Around mid-2015 my attitude to daygame had changed. From early 2009 right through to the end of 2014 I’d felt like I was on a journey of self-improvement. I was very clear what I wanted – shag lots of birds and become a skilled player – and set myself walking that path. There was always doubt over whether I’d achieve my goals, but the goals themselves were very clear [1]. Most of you can relate to this because you are either walking down that path yourselves or have, like me, completed the journey.

This is why my memoir series ends at the close of 2014. It’s the end of that particular journey.

The Players Journey

Since then I’ve been daygaming for the fun of it with no real end goal in mind. Lacking any sense of a project it became increasingly aimless. I’d already banged enough girls, I was experiencing heavily diminishing returns in improving my technical Game, and it all felt rather like treading water. Well, considering how much fun I was still having, perhaps the better metaphor is it felt like relaxing in a jacuzzi. But, importantly, the sense of forward motion had stalled.

From mid-2016 I started to get increasingly long periods of daygame revulsion and by mid-2017 was barely even approaching. For two years my subconscious was telling me to change tack but I hadn’t yet figured out what the next project was to be. So I kept at the old routine of Euro Jaunting and chasing skirt. I’m not complaining, I still had a great time.

Rapidly losing my interest in doing or writing about game, I set myself to writing Daygame Infinite. It would be the final distillation of all my daygame experience, written while I still had enough motivation to complete it, and leave a permanent mark. I believe it was a success.

Blogging was badly impacted by Infinite because (i) all my good ideas were saved for the book (ii) writing it took all my creative energy with little left over (iii) Since it’s publication a few months ago, I don’t have anything left to say, as Infinite is still recent and there’s been little time for another round of new ideas to occur to me.

If you want to know about daygame, get Mastery, Infinite, and Overkill. It’s ALL in there and in a far more polished and systematic presentation than this humble blog. By all means read my blog, I do like having a readership, but if your goal is to get good at daygame then those three products are the obvious choice.

There is, however, the culture of daygame. For most of us, daygame is a hobby (even a way of life) and we like to be in the mix chatting and reading about that hobby. It’s pleasant. It feels like a community. There is a growing world of daygame culture, such as other blogs, YouTube channels and podcasts. I personally don’t pay any attention to that stuff anymore but I used to, and enjoyed it while I did. My blog and YouTube will continue to contribute to the cultural side of daygame and I intend to pick it up more next month when I start travelling again.

I suggest you don’t conflate the cultural side with the instructional side. Both are good, but they aren’t the same thing. My major recent contribution to the culture side is my memoir series.

If readers are interested, I’ll continue this line of thought in another post explaining why I’m doing the book reviews and how it fits into Game development.

[1] Even when mission creep expanded the goals, I always knew the next one.

#39 – Son Of Monte Cristo volume II, Alexandre Dumas BOOK REVIEW

March 9, 2018

Son of Monte Cristo

Inquisitive minds will have noted my rule of thumb introduced in yesterday’s Jules Verne review. Jules Lermina’s Son Of Monte Cristo is a far superior book and I read all 356 pages of volume two in one afternoon non-stop [1]. It would appear Lermina has won the “Battle of the Jules” in my mind at least.

If you haven’t already, I suggest you cast your eye over Forgotten Books. It’s a very odd website and I still can’t quite figure it out. The headline business case is clear: they are unearthing, polishing and republishing important or obscure old books that are out of copyright. That isn’t so remarkable. What is remarkable is they have almost a million titles.

Wait… what?


Forgotten Books

The Freemasonry section alone has 200 books

This isn’t Google with limitless CIA investor funding nor Ferrari selling high margin single items. Forgotten Books is scratching out a living from 18th and 19th Century books that nobody read the first time around either. Consider some titles on sale:

We aren’t talking Harry Potter sales numbers here, are we lads? Clearly they are using some kind of automation but I wonder who scanned all these original paper copies into the system and who checked their software’s output. Who uploaded the products to Amazon? [2]. I held off on buying any Forgotten Books paperbacks for over a month because I assumed they’d be rushed botched jobs, or that it’s all a scam.

But I can’t resist the idea of having a treasure trove of lost scholarship. This was my way in.

You see, I’ve always wanted a library of my own. Not a public library that plebs can use for free coffee while listening to rap music on their smartphone speakers. I like the great libraries of antiquity, such as in Alexandria, or the fictional library in Game Of Thrones where the fat cuck discovers the secret to stopping the white walkers. I like George Lucas’ private library in his house. I like the libraries where Dennis Wheatley characters sip port, smoke cigarettes, and plot the destruction of communism.

Game of thrones library

I’m glad winter is coming because I intend to spend it here

Back in my university days I’d enjoy exploring untraveled aisles of leather-bound academic journals dating back up to a hundred years. Some university would put out The Postivist Journal of Criminology [3] starting in 1923 and it would run quarterly for two decades. Each issue would have ten academic papers, each summarising a genuine research project backed by statistics, graphs, and methodological musing. My university would have a subscription and at the end of the year some librarian would have them bound into a single volume and placed on a shelf. There it would remain unnoticed and unloved for decades until I came along, dusted it off, and tried to figure a way to reference it in my term paper.

A university library is like a hill of rabbit holes, each one lets you tumble into a different world. I like that kind of thing. Forgotten Books lets me reproduce the experience at a fraction of the cost. I have my own library of Alexandria at my fingertips [4]

I couldn’t resist so I found Son Of Monte Cristo and ordered a paperback on Amazon. It’s print on demand (using the same printer as Daygame Infinite). Two weeks later I had a copy and it was solid. Nice cover, quality paper, no printing or legibility issues, and it felt weighty in my hands. Not a scam. I was impressed. You can read my review of volume one here.


The movie version

Volume two picks up right where volume one left off, as Edmund Dantes’ team are sitting around a camp fire in Algeria having just seen off marauding Bedouins with the help of some former travelling acrobats led by a man named Fanfaro. This volume begins with Fanfaro’s back story and…….. that backstory (told as flashback) doesn’t end until page 202.

Really. This is a 356-page book and over half of it is a completely unrelated story involving characters who’ve only just been introduced a chapter before, and involving none of the main characters even tangentially. It’s like it was its own novel thrown in upon a tenuous pretext.

You’d likely think this is a bad thing? Nope. It’s an excellent 200-page story. I really enjoyed it. It concerns a dastardly plot for a dissolute vicomte from Paris to murder his brother to secure inheritance of a fortune, then to hunt down and assassinate the brother’s children as remaining legitimate heirs. The travelling acrobats get wrapped up in the plot. It begins with unexpected meetings in a Black Forest tavern in Germany then moves on to Paris.

Son of Monte Cristo

I think they added all the fights in for the movie

The story told, the remaining 156 pages do then tie Fanfaro’s story into Dantes’, so the saga ends with symmetry and purpose. Nonetheless it’s a brave diversion. We are in the unusual position of having a Count Of Monte Cristo book barely involving the Count, and not written by Dumas. Bold [5].

Written only ten years after his fellow Jules’ aquatic adventure, Lermine’s tale is a real page turner. However, the plotting is preposterous in its reliance upon wild coincidences to advance the plot. Here are a couple:

  • Fanfaro must flee across the rooftops from police and accidentally falls through a skylight…. into the new home of his best friend he hasn’t seen in years and didn’t even know was alive.
  • Fanfaro’s sister escapes an abduction and throws herself into the Seine to commit suicide, unwittingly right in front of Spero, Edmund Dantes’ son, who loves her and happens to be walking that street at that moment.
  • This sister fled an Eastern province where her mother was burned alive during a Cossack raid. Ten years later in Paris she asks at a local hospice for an elderly unfortunate to take care of and the clerk assigns her…. her mother, who still lives but has lost her memory.

This book really is coincidence after coincidence. It’s written as if France only has twenty people living there so they are continually pressed up against each other by fate. It didn’t bother me because this is intended as a romantic (in the philosophical sense) tall tale so I switched my brain off and enjoyed the action. Lermine isn’t lacking ingenuity nor the imagination to create interesting plot devices. He’s also in keeping with themes from the Dumas original, such as a family being broken upon under traumatising conditions gradually reconstituting itself through unexpected meetings many years later.

A flaw of this book that isn’t so forgivable is his characterisation of the two Monte Cristo men, the father Edmund and the son Spero. Readers of the Dumas original will have been impressed by his presentation of Edmund Dantes as a complex character. Edmund burns with vengeance but is also tempered by a love for the world and a thirst for self improvement. He’s calculating, brave, resourceful, and patient. Very patient. Edmund Dantes is a mover, a man who bends the world to his will. Modern men like The Count Of Monte Cristo specifically because Dantes is such a great fictional role model.

Lermina’s Dantes doesn’t really do anything but make noble speeches about doing the right thing. He’s constantly referred to by other characters as a great man but within this book does nothing at all to earn it. It’s tell not show. He’s barely even in the book. His son is worse. He’s an impulsive dunderhead who is tossed around by the vagaries of fate, precisely the opposite of Dumas’ Edmund Dantes. It’s hard to root for him because although brave and virtuous, he is very easily tricked. Watching him face up to a challenge is as cringeworthy and incompetent as watching a Deepak Wayne daygame infield.

Perhaps Lermina was trying to convey the tragedy at the heart of the book, that for all of Dantes’ riches, his unquenchable thirst for vengeance ultimately ruined him and all around him. There’s a section towards the end where Spero reflects upon having been overly protected by his father and his training in manly arts was at the expense of learning to chart his own path through the world. So, Spero’s blockheadedness and reactivity may actually be a deliberate theme – he’s not a hero like his dad.

By far the best characters in the book are the black hats. Benedetto the former galley slave is brilliant, a squalid and irredeemable rogue. The Vicomtes of Talizeric, both father and son, are good too in their scheming and vanity.

George Lucas skywalker library

A purchase of Daygame Infinite helps fund the Krauser Library of Antiquity

In summary, if you like the idea of rummaging through literary history like it’s your own virtual library you could do a lot worse than dusting off this story. It won’t uplift you like the Dumas original can but it’s a ripping yarn within the same universe. I just ordered The Countess Of Monte Cristo to see if that can maintain the pace.

If you’d like to see a talented craftsman creating a masterpiece of personal development literature you should get yourself Daygame Infinite. If you’d rather see an unoriginal hack shitting out a pale imitation you could try Str…. no, don’t bother.

[1] Except for toilet breaks and a walk to Tescos to buy a bag of onion rings crisps.
[2] I don’t have any answers.
[3] I just made up that particular journal but it’s close to the real ones.
[4] Literally all 945,609 books if you do the online subscription because it lets you access every volume instantly by PDF. I just happen to prefer paper.
[5] Or total piss-take, depending on your point of view.

#38 – 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea, Jules Verne BOOK REVIEW

March 9, 2018

book cover

Here’s a rule of thumb I use in deciding if a book is any good: do I keep putting it down and reading other books instead?

I bought Twenty Thousand Leagues Under The Sea (TTLUTS) in Serbia in November last year. I’d just knobbed a gypsy-looking girl from Nis who had massive [1] fake tits. I decided that was me done with chasing girls for the year so I wandered into a big bookshop just off the Knez Mihailova main boulevard [2] to their huge English language section and perused the Wordsworth Classics shelves.

Fake tits

Seriously, just like these

“I’ve never tried Jules Verne. He was the original sci-fi writer wasn’t he?”

I wish I hadn’t. I read thirty pages – this story starts off good – but got distracted with Resident Evil VII and the Mafia III dlcs. I read another twenty pages at the arse end of December and was bored. There were still two hundred pages remaining and I just didn’t much fancy the job. It felt like hard work.

Between starting and finishing TTLUTS I read thirty-seven other books. That’s how poor an impression poor Jules Verne made on me. But what’s so wrong with this book?

Here’s my thoughts.

1. Intention + Obstacle
The key driver behind drama is that the protagonist wants/needs something (intention) and then must try to overcome the obstacles in his way. Think back to any fictional book or movie you enjoyed and you can easily pull out the intentions and obstacles. TTLUTS starts out well with mysterious reports of a sea monster than has rammed ships in every ocean, new stories about it, and then a hunting expedition setting out to kill it. The narrator is a natural scientist aboard the hunting ship. This is the good start the book gets off to:

Intention: Find and kill the sea monster
Obstacle: Locating it, and besting it in battle.

As we all know and the cover makes clear, the “sea monster” is actually the world’s first submarine, The Nautilus, piloted by Captain Nemo. The narrator is rescued from the sinking ship and held politely as prisoner aboard the submarine along with two of his colleagues, his servant Conseil and a grisly Canadian harpooner called Ned Land.

From this point on the intention and obstacle disappears. The rest of the book is just Nemo taking them on an underwater magical mystery tour [3] and the narrator documenting the fauna and sea life in excruciating detail. There are occasional dramas, such as being attacked by savages, being trapped under ice, but they all come and go quickly. There is no long-term momentum.

This means the book flounders badly. It’s becalmed, like a sailing ship without wind. This more than any other thing is what makes the book drag. It’s aimless.


Wish I’d never found him

2. Horrible prose
Jules Verne cannot write a good paragraph to save his life. Some of his paragraphs are so long and turgid that they last longer than an enter page. Each page in this paperback edition has 42 lines and approximately 12 words per line. So, some paragraphs are over FIVE HUNDRED words long. That’s a wall-of-text that would make even the most insane conspiracy theorists of QAnon scholarship think “that dudes’s crazy writing walls of text like that”.

Worse is that so much of the prose is pointless zoological detail. For example:

“The vegetation of this desolate continent seemed to me much restricted. Some lichens of the species unsnea melanoxantha lay upon the black rocks; some microscopic plants, rudimentary diatomas, a kind of cells, placed between two quartz shells; long purple and scarley fucus, supported on little swimming bladders, which the breaking of that waves brought to the shore. These constituted the meagre flora of this region. The shore was strewn with molluscs, little mussels, limpets, smooth bucards in the shape of a heart, and particularly some clios, with oblong membraneous bodies, the head of which was formed of two rounded lobes. I also saw myriads of northern clios, one and a quarter inches long, of which a whale would swallow a whole world at a mouthful; and some charming pteropods, perfect sea butterflies, animating the waters on the skirts of the shore” [page 193]

Did that just paint a memorable image in your mind? Of course it fucking didn’t. That’s only the second half of a paragraph too! Lest you think I chose the worst example, I assure you I just turned to a random page a moment before typing. Imagine page after page of these walls of text while nothing is actually happening in the story. Your eyes will glaze over and you’ll struggled not to skim until there’s some action. [4]

3. No character development.
Captain Nemo is a well-educated, cultured man who holds a deep bitterness against landlubbers which is never explained nor resolved. Conseil is a polite plucky servant who says “yes sir” and “I should think so sir” to his master. The narrator is fascinated by the sea adventure and wishes to record everything while half-heartedly thinking of escape. Ned Land is a gruff whale hunter who is impatient to get back on land so as to board another boat and start killing sea beasts again. That’s it. The characters are completely one-dimensional. We never find out their back stories, or deeper motivations, or hopes and dreams, or interests. They never change from page one to page 244. Nobody has a character arc and they barely even interact with each other except to exchange pleasantries.

This book is awful. So why is it considered a classic?

I can only assume it was Verne’s imagination capturing the readership. This book was written in 1870 when science fiction didn’t exist. By casting his book as an adventure under the sea and then pretending to document its wonders, the reader could feel like they were getting a travelogue. It reads a bit like a BBC2 Holiday show.

Fuck the lot of you cunts

Better off with a ticket for this kind of thing

There’s no excuse for the shitty prose or absent plot. It was written a full 25 years after The Count Of Monte Cristo. Frenchmen had long since figured out how to write a good novel.

If you’d like a travelogue of a wild adventure above the sea, gasping in excitement at all the exciting street fauna wandering past the narrator, you’ll have to buy my memoir Balls Deep, A Deplorable Cad, and Adventure Sex

[1] And I mean massive.
[2] Belgrade has many bookshops, all of which seem to do a brisk trade. Yet another reason why I like Serbia.
[3] Living in his yellow submarine. Did you see what I did there?
[4] Bear in mind this is not scientific witness. Verne is just making all this shit up because half the time the Nautilus is in deep ocean that had never been visited for real.

Part 5 of the Daygame Infinite talk

March 7, 2018

Here’s some daygame content for a change, the next part of my Infinite talk.

In other news I booked up my first two months of travel for the 2018 season. I’m going to prioritise girlfriends, socialising with buddies, and drinking beer over the usual skirt chasing but I certainly expect to keep my hand in with the game. Should any pretty girl be sufficiently indiscreet to throw me a come-hither look you can bet I’ll still pounce upon it.

I’ve signed up all four of the residential coaching sessions I wanted to do this year. I’m may yet add to them, so feel free to contact me if you’re interested. Read the “Coaching” tab at the top of the page for details. As yet I’m undecided. People interested in coaching July/August are the most welcome to enquire.

I’m pleased to announce there’s a detailed third review of Daygame Infinite in the comments to this post. Here’s a few snippets:

“The case scenarios cover three different types of girls and also provides further “calibration examples” which is effectively more examples (that’s a good thing). I can say from my personal experience in adopting a similar style (not using same words, but style) that the engagement I am getting from girls has both increased and improved.”

“The book is damn good”

So click on the link if you’d like a third opinion on the product.

#37 – Durkheim, Frank Parkin BOOK REVIEW

March 6, 2018

Durkheim Past Masters

But why is Freud on the cover?

I’m a fan of high quality scholarship and it thrills me to my panties to find an unexpected gem. Frank Parkin’s overview of sociology’s founding father Emile Durkheim is such a book. It’s not going to blow your socks off, but it’s a succinct insightful introduction to a complex thinker, written by a man in full command of his subject.

So impressed was I that I had to look a bit more into Parkin’s background. It seems he was one of those well-read cynical English professors who could effortlessly delve into, exegesise, and compare competing theoretical paradigms without becoming a shill for any, nor lose his cutting humour. Parkin specialised in Leftist theory without being what we red pillers would call a leftist. Consider this in his 1979 book Marxism And Class Theory:

“Contemporary western Marxism, unlike its classical predecessor, is wholly the creation of academic social theorists – more specifically, the creation of the new professoriate that rose up on the wave of university expansion in the 1960s. The natural constituency of this Marxism is not of course the working class, but the massed ranks of undergraduates and postgraduate students in the social sciences; its content and design mark it out exclusively for use in the lecture theatre, the seminar room, and the doctoral dissertation…. professorial Marxism has, in the manner of all exclusive bodies, carried out its discourse through the medium of an arcane language not readily accessible to the uninstructed…. [professorial Marxists’] presence at the gates of the Winter Palace[to join the revolutionary fight] is perfectly conceivable, provided that satisfactory arrangements could be made for sabbatical leave” link here

Lol. Parkin knew where the Western universities were headed. His primary scholarly focus was upon the three founding fathers of sociology: Marx, Weber and Durkeim. He wrote overviews of all three men. So, let’s turn back to Durkheim. The best thumbnail sketch of the Frenchman’s ideas comes on literally the last page of this book:

“Durkheimian sociology is driven by a concern to identify pathologies in the body politic with a view to offering practical remedies.” [page 86]

He was both a functionalist and a postivist. Crudely, his functionalism means his metaphor for society was the body, in which all parts are there to fulfill a function and, all parts contributing correctly and in balance will result in a healthy body. His positivism means he sees social facts as things that can be observed and analysed much as how the physical sciences see physical things [1]. With these twin commitments, Durkheim sought to carve out a space for the emerging discipline of sociology and a methodology with which to research it. He put this to the test with his famous study of suicide, about which all sociology undergrads are taught in their freshman year, myself included.


Parkin, yesterday

He began by confronting an intriguing puzzle. Actuarial statistics give us a wealth of detail about people’s life chances including their cause of death. In aggregate, we know how many people of a given country will commit suicide next year as accurately as we can predict the average rainfall. Like the rainfall, the fact we can’t predict any individual case does not stop the aggregate amounts being extraordinarily constant year to year.

Given that we know in advance the approximate amount of people who will kill themselves next year, how could suicide possibly be explained as a purely individual phenomenon? This is the case for sociology: if statistical trends are discernable between groups, the explanation cannot be simply individual differences. So Durkheim set himself to an innovative analysis of such trends.

The general consensus in sociology (and of Parkin) is that Durkheim asked the right questions but got the wrong answers. I’m inclined to disagree. I think his writing around turn of the 20th Century was remarkably prescient but the oddities of events in the last century gave the illusion of him being passe. Consider his answers to the suicide issue and judge for yourself.

His statistics showed suicide rates were higher in particular social groups: divorcees higher than married, city dwellers higher than villagers, members of small families higher than large, Protestants higher than Catholics, and educated higher than less educated. From this he concluded that the central explanatory thread was the strength of “moral community”.

People deeply enmeshed in the norms and values of a community are less likely to top themselves. People isolated or adrift are more likely. As Parkin puts it:

“Durkheim concludes from all this that insulation from the suicidal current is best afforded by the bonds of social integration. Members of closely-knit groups or cohesive moral communities enjoy the greatest protection” [page 15]

A further cause of moral un-mooring is “anomy” which occurs under conditions of social or personal upheaval such as stock market crashes or personal destitution [2]. Anomy is the sudden loss of meaning in your life that can occur in the dislocation of the humdrum routine of daily life and upsetting of traditional values and expectations. These can be both social or personal events, and thus amendable to both sociological and psychological research.

Anomy is most likely to afflict those lacking a moral community, and the uptick in anomic suicide is a symptom of societal breakdown (and to a functionalist, a thermometer for the health of the body politic).

Does that sound relevant today? Well, I’m so glad you asked Sonny Jim. Let’s see what Steve Sailor has been writing lately.

“I coined the term the White Death last year when attention finally turned to a remarkable fall in life expectancy among some white populations”
“I’ve been pointing out since November that the spike in increases in deaths by (especially) drug overdose, suicide, and alcoholism seem to be centred in whites who turned 18 in the late 1960s through the early 1980s: i.e., the long Sixties.”
“So, here’s another model: the White Death is less demand-driven, more supply-driven by innovations in first, providing pain pills, then in Mexican black tar heroin gangs marketing at the retail level to whites in obscure parts of the country.”

Sailor weaves in lots of themes so you’d best head over to his site if you want to get abreast of his analysis. I’ll just pull out two things. Here are two of the major risk groups for early death either through dramatic suicide (e.g. shooting yourself) or slow suicide (e.g. heavy opioid use).

  1. Baby boomers enamoured with the Cultural Marxism of their hippy formative years
  2. Young unemployed white kids frozen out by NAFTA, immigration, and globalisation.

I don’t much give a fuck about the baby boomers [3] so lets talk about the kids. White millennials have been raised in a culture that since before their birth is completely corrupted by Marxism. That culture worships nihilism, decadence, libertinism, post-modernism, narcissism, and the noble savage. It hates truth, science, testosterone and white skin.

These kids have been brought up by a culture that hates them, and screams it in their face every single day from cradle to grave. They are the kids of mass-bastardisation, the globalhomo alliance, and Jew trickery. The modern Marxist state has severed all bonds [4] that could give these kids Durkheim’s “moral community”.


So what a surprise that there’s an opioid-driven suicide crisis among that demographic. A crisis so serious God Emperor Trump declared a national emergency over it [5]. Trump governs like a functionalist, intimately concerned with the health of the body politic.

This analysis is all well and good but the mind-blown element of Durkheim’s thought comes when he discusses socialism. Bear in mind he died shortly after the Bolshevik power-grab so he’s really discussing the utopian socialism of Saint-Simon and Marx, more than he is Lenin or Stalin. I’ll quote Parkin at length because this is gold:

“In his lectures on socialism, given towards the end of the nineteenth century, he adopts the posture of a medical man called in to diagnose a strange and worrying illness. Socialism is examined as the symptom of a disease; its very appearance is a sure sign that society is sick. Socialism, he writes ‘a cry of grief, sometimes of anger, uttered by men who feel most keenly our collective malaise. Socialism is to the facts which produce it what the groans of a sick man are to the illness with which he is afflicted’…
… Socialism for Durkheim, like religion for Marx, was not itself an ailment but an external sign or symptom of an underlying malady. Society would have to be cured before socialism would go away. Seen in this way, socialism was functionally equivalent to suicide. A high or abnormal suicide rate sends out the same kind of warning signals to the organism as the presence of a socialist movement. The remedial steps taken to ensure fewer people kill themselves should at the same time bring about the demise of socialism. The appropriate treatment for both is good social hygiene.” [page 67]

God I love that. As psychologists we can diagnose Leftism as a pathological disorder of the individual. As sociologists we can diagnose Leftism as a pathological disorder of the body politic.

If you’d like to chase skirt in order to resolve your own pathological disorders, you can’t do better than Daygame Infinite. It’ll encourage you in your misadventures.

[1] He wasn’t so crude as to think people are as easy to study as rocks, but that’s the gist of it.
[2] Or mass immigration into your country.
[3] They are the locust generation. They spent all their grandparents’ money, all their own, all their kid’s, and then ran up debt to steal their grandkid’s money as well. They inherited utopia and bequeathed us a multi-cultural Marxist hellhole.
[4] “socialism made the error of confusing bonds with bondage” is a great Parkin one-liner [page 70]
[5] Seeing as those drugs are all coming through the southern border via Mexican cartels, you can see why Marxists don’t want the wall. The last thing they want is the hated white man rediscovering his moral community.

#36 – The Divine Campaigns, Time Life BOOK REVIEW

March 5, 2018

The Divine Campaigns

Before faggots stole “divine” as a word

Finally, this twenty-volume history of the world is getting to a topic I can enthusiastically get behind, the Crusades. Get stuck in there, my son!

As has happened many times over during my little 2018 “learn history” study exercise, I’ve not only had the factual blanks filled in on various periods of history but I’ve also tended to shift my opinions on the matter [1]. My main takeaway here is how unlikely the whole Crusades episode was, that thousands of Dark Age knights from Western Europe would call truce on their vicious internecine struggles and then voyage East to give Muhammad a bloody nose. This was a time before EasyJet and Airbnb, lest you forget.

Before we get into the real history, let’s just say a prayer of thanks for all the awesome stuff that the Crusades gave us:

  • Awesome castles dotted throughout Syria, such as Krak De Chevaliers
  • Awesome battle armour and swords, many reproduced in video games such as Dark Souls
  • Awesome historical fiction about adventurers in the Middle East, e.g. Gates Of Empire
  • Awesome modern-day Deus Vult themed t-shirts and bedspreads.

Imagine living in this cunt. Would be awesome

Western Europe of the 12th century was feudal. That’s not as obvious as it sounds because the era of Empire had only recently passed, such as the Romans stretching their borders as far as Northern England, Charlemagne uniting most of Europe, and then the Vikings turning themselves into Normans. With the weakening of centralised power, European power became regional again and local warlords dominated. The end result was a network of highly militarised nobles who were obliged to provide knights and men-at-arms to the King, but who were otherwise self-ruling. Western Europe, insulated from all the chaos towards the East, had reorganised itself into army divisions spoiling for trouble but no existential threat to worry them.

Interestingly [2] the Christian world had it’s own pilgrimage route to Compostela in North-Western Spain. Four major roads, beginning each in Paris, Vezelay, Le Puy, and Marseilles, converged at the Pyrenees mountains than a single highway crossed Spain almost to its Atlantic coast. It seems to have been quite a thing. Picard wrote a tour guide for it and:

“The pious travellers provided a living for many: pedlars, entertainers, confidence tricksters and money-changers abounded all along the route” [page 45]

Traveller’s rests at hospices drew the Hospitallers knightly order and Templars originally established in the Holy Land. It sounds like a good little jaunt.

Anyway, to the Crusades. There were three, and only the first was a success. There should’ve been a fourth but the kind of yahoos detailed in Sir Nigel were on it, so they got sidetracked and just sacked Constantinople instead even though the city was supposed to be on their side.


“Excuse me, do you have a moment to talk about Jesus Christ?”

The unlikely first crusade succeeded largely because of division in the Muslim world. Two rival dynasties saw themselves as true successors to the Prophet: the Abbasids of Baghdad and the Fatmids of Cairo, sunni and shia respectively. Against that fighting there was civil war in Egypt and the Seljuks had carved their own little piece out of Egyptian territories. This meant that Syria, which was tossed between each side regularly, wasn’t under anyone’s firm control.

It all came to head when the Byzantines had a crack at the Seljuks in Anatolia, failed miserably, and then sought aid from arch-rival Rome rather than be overrun by the Turks. Pope Gregory VI in Rome couldn’t help but the Byzantines survived under emperor Alexius and then, spotting opportunity when the last undisputed Seljuk leader died in Baghdad, Alexius looked East and had a thought.

“I fancy a crack at that” [3]

He wrote a speculative letter to the new pope Urban II requesting aid for a little jaunt into Anatolia. Time Life suggests taking Jerusalem wasn’t on his mind because it had been many centuries since Byzantium had embraced the Holy City. Urban had a thought:

“All those Sir Nigel yahoos are heavily armed, spoiling for a fight, and currently just running around Europe smashing shit up. Let’s point them towards the Muslims”

Saint Augustine had already defined, in the fifth century, that Christians can view warfare as holy, even an act of love, if its object were to restrain sinners from evil; if it were carried out under due authority and with a charitable disposition of the heart. Urban sweetened the pot further by declaring all those who went to fight the infidel, whether they lived or died, would receive complete absolution of their sins and thus certain salvation [4]


Point me towards the infidels

Crazy heavily armed yahoos pointed at foreigners and promised salvation. Sign me up!

The Crusades were wildly popular, the Woodstock of their time. A People’s Crusade of barely-armed fanatics led by Peter The Hermit walked right into a Turk ambush and were massacred but by 1097 the real knights had assembled in Constantinople then 40,000 struck out into Anatolia. A series of victories followed and as they pressed on into Syria, Alexius wisely pulled his men back, letting the yahoos march into certain death without pulling his empire down with it.

A series of wild risks that pay off, Muslim division and internal treachery, and occasionally inspired leadership from Raymond of Toulouse led to the Crusaders unexpectedly reaching and then taking Jerusalem in 1099. Unfortunately it was all so improbable, so far from home, that holding it all was impossible. By 1144 the Muslim counterattack began reclaiming territory that further Crusades could not recapture.

It’s a fascinating period and my biggest takeaway is how unlikely the enterprise was and how fragile the Frankish empire in the Middle East. It’s the equivalent of Pakistani or Turkish Muslims deciding to set up their own empire in somewhere so far from home as…. I dunno…. say Luton, Bradford, Highbury, or Rochdale.

If you’d like to strap on your cowboy boots, leather jacket and skull rings then sally forth into foreign lands to teach those infidels a thing or two by stealing their women, I think Daygame Infinite will give you complete absolution for your sins.

[1] Don’t get me wrong, I still think the Crusades were fucking awesome and I hope we have a fourth one to kick that Islamist boor Erdogan out of Constantinople.
[2] To me, at least.
[3] His actual words, I’d wager
[4] Though not 72 virgins in death, or a harem of kidnapped sex slaves in life, so not quite so sweet a pot as ISIS promised their jihadis.