If you read enough of this fellow’s stuff, some of it starts to make sense. Don’t pick up hitchhikers? Indeed. A rock house the best sort? Yeah, he has valid points, especially if it cost all of $60k to build. The importance of cisterns to survival? Yep. Rock-walled fortress cities for the coming unrest? Sounds good. And I’ve always enjoyed reading that old-timey patent-medicine ad sort of writing style that you find in ads for martial arts schools and the like. It always seems the author works so hard to get his point across, compared to regular uncapitalized writings. Actually, I catch myself thinking, this fellow has the syntax of a modern-day Daniel Defoe!
Then you run into this sort of thing and it wakes you up, if you hadn’t already.
But even after that dash of cold water, the site sucks me back in, and I can’t stop devouring this stuff. Are these tears running down my face from my shaking, quaking, unending stifled laughter? (“What’s so funny?” says the wife. “You’re really getting annoying over there.”) Or rather, are they tears for the EPIPHANY of TRUTH revealed in these pages? One of Tam’s commenters said it in jest, and yet, truly I do feel like a Lovecraft protagonist whose mind’s being blasted by the Amazing Secret Knowledge found in These Books. I know it’s insanity, and yet… and yet….
“Wombmen!” See? See? Is that not at once both a True and a Humorous Description of the Female Sex?
God Help Me — and I’m an atheist.
Reading that site is like like reading one of the political speeches from Walt Kelley’s Pogo strip.
You know, the ones that the tiger makes.
I don’t understand this guy. He seems to be a cross between an autistic and a street preaching lunatic with incredible concrete and stone working skills. Can someone explain him to me? Is he some kind of survivalist hedge wizard?
I don’t think he’s a survivalist per se; he’s just kind of off by himself with his family on their land, you know?
I read the comments at Tam’s place. They cleared it all up. He’s a mad man and I have a hangover and the two situations just did not allow me to process what I was reading.
Actually, his DIARY (“Diarrhea of the Mind”) explains it all very well. It’s fascinating it its own way, and I dare say if it were published on its own it would have garnered the approval of the New York Literary Establishment, which is to say, the New York Review of Books, which Fawned in Similar Fashion over John Kennedy Toole’s “Confederacy of Dunces” not long ago, assuming it to be Fiction.
Damn it, see what happened there? I HAVE to stop reading that site.
That was awesome David; if you did all your posts like that I would give you a dollar.
Then this would truly be a $wangkee site!