Mars Review of Books is a literary magazine featuring the sort of writer who thinks Moldbug is the greatest stylist to assault the written word and lists their Urbit address. Yeah, it’s a group substack.
“With the sudden death of Sports Illustrated, they decided to take on the responsibility of offering yearly swimsuit editions.”
is Thiel running out of places to spend his money or something
I almost want to read Justin Murphy on The Network State, but not enough to lift a finger
I mean,
the neoreactionary movement is a contest about who’ll come up with the most new ways to say “jews”
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it’s the “meta” part that as far as i can tell is a ccru innovation? (which in typical fashion doesn’t seem to mean anything but looks cool and new)
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particularly when quite a lot of them (incl Yarvin) are also Jews
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he’s said he’s bringing up his kid with a pile of Jewish culture, so I’d say close enough
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I know from people who know him personally that he quite definitely thinks of himself as Jewish, though how he does that is a different question, yes.
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@dgerard
Probably thinks he’s God’s Chosen Person.
it is fucking chef’s kiss that the only reply to whatever the fuck I just read (unauthorized Illuminatus! fan fiction?) is some LinkedIn realtor begging Justin to buy condos from them to use as cult compounds
relevant xkcd
can’t get tortured if your in the cloud
wait that might not be in line with the Sequences
“Urbit? Better check the HD”
who the FUCK is John Galt?
so
this “virtual enterprise” has managed to build a fucking train tunnel (trains?! how woke!!!) under thousands of miles of private, state, and federal land, without anyone knowing. And what’s the prevent the dastardly crypto-Jewish law enforcement from simply deducing the path of the fucking tunnel, and breaking down the doors on both ends at the same time??
These people love to imagine themselves as the French resistance, but with the Gestapo being bungling fools, and their every scheme being foiled by techno-deus-exes being pulled from the author’s ass whenever needed.