I think I just permanently broke a lot of people’s brains on this site, where now they compulsively photoshop a picture of me at an apple orchard with my wife over and over again for all eternity into increasingly incoherent, disintegrating phantoms of my social media “brand”.
It’s fascinating to be a part of.
My name is William Clark.
My mom follows me. My wife reads my tweets. My mother in law listens to paeudcast. Lol. Who cares?
My maternal grandpa worked for Boeing in California before moving the family to Wisconsin. They lived in an old ambulance while he built the house they still live in today. My dad’s dad was some kind of petty loafer/gambler in Boston who died very young. Dad joined the Navy
My dad’s mom claims to have known Whitey Bulger pretty well? I think my dad’s brother like sold drugs out of his car trunk, and his dad hung around the race track a lot. I’ve never really met most of my dad’s side. And have met his mom, my grandma, only a few times.
Dad was a chief petty officer on a destroyer. Met my mom while in the Navy. They lived in Virginia for a bit, before I was born, before moving to Wisconsin near mom’s family. Honestly know very little else about my family history. 🤷♂️
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I’m starting to wonder if Comenius didnt write the Rosicrucian manifestos. It seems increasingly clear to me that Rosicrucianism has a Hussite/Taborite core, that the concepts used trace back to Jan Hus and that Rosicrucian terminology is modified from phrases Hus used
The idea of the “invisible college” is right here: corpus mysticum universale eccles corcumex Christo et collegio predestinatorum veraciter constitutum
The universal mystical body, truly established by Christ and the college of the predestined.
The Temple of the Rose Cross is such a striking and original image, but what’s the source of that imagery? This militaristic, temple-tank on wheels? I can’t help but see some resemblance to the Hussite battle wagons. Am I crazy?
All online political discourse, all the takes and owns, all has as its exclusive and ultimate aim, not the improvement of material conditions in reality, but the control of the cybernetic psychological warfare machine that forges reality. There’s nothing noble about participating
Demonstrating or amplifying performances of morally laudable opinions in service of this competition and the increasing of the share of influence possessed by people whose leveraging of that influence you believe you will materially benefit from does not make you a good person
It’s through the ability to manipulate or influence the appearance of public opinion consensus thar power is wielded, as the fictive construct of that consensus is the illegitimate ground of action by the liberal state. But this mechanism is inherently always fraudulent
Never forget how the Papists persecuted the Church. The Catholic Church is the Anti-Christ. Popery is the denial of the reality of the Lord’s Universal Church.
Woodcuts from the Actes and Monuments of these Latter and Perillous Days aka Foxe's Book of Martyrs, 1563
See: King, John N. 2001. “‘The Light of Printing’: William Tyndale, John Foxe, John Day, and Early Modern Print Culture.” Renaissance Quarterly 54 (1): 52–85
Thinking about the martyrdom of Petrus Ramus at the hands of the Papists and crying
Western critiques of liberalism are all inherently poisoned by the non-critical, ingrained liberal perspective of the supposed critics. Every online Leftist faction or clique seems unable to avoid framing their argument entirely in terms of their own immediate consumer experience
Liberalism is bad because of *minor social or consumer inconvenience* which means *nonsensical, extreme over generalization pathologizing liberalism into a hatred of fundamental dimensions of human experience*
“Liberals want kids to have to wear helmets when riding bikes. Therefore liberals *hate* childhood”
And this. One of my favorite live renditions of a song. Goes unbelievably hard. Wish it was longer.
Neil Young’s music from this era is pervaded with an apocalyptic atmosphere that attains a bleakness most wouldn’t immediately associate with him. It honestly frequently goes too fucking hard to listen to. It’s dark, black, terrifying fucking music