Vinland Shore

Category: Society



A ‘National‘ Anthem, undergoes a gendered change…

One hundred fifty years of the existence of Canada, my family has been here for two hundred fifty. Long before there were settlements, long before there were roads. Long before this place was known as such. They set out from Europe, laid their claims on land and sea. They fished, they hunted. They wrought from the earth an existence on this harsh island I still call my home. My ancestors fought the Ottomans under the British flag, and my Grandfather fought his brothers under that same Union Jack.

After the Second World War, my island was consigned to Canada. An incredulous referendum. Not for the people, but for those who saw fit to sell this island. There are many now who still contest it. However it was not for them to decide; burned ballots. Despite the title of Democracy that is placed on such a government. The illusion which does not delude the minds of the people who still remember the poll. Many of them are still with us fortunately…

There is no such thing as a Canadian as I see it. It is a ‘Nationality‘ of nothing, a lineage that anyone can lay claim to. An ambiguous chaos of unlikeness in every way without significance, nor of any quality. Once great in ambition now cheapened by charlatans, engineers of insipid uniformity under a shelter of diversity. The once great life blood of the men and women who poured their salt & blood into the ground for debased weeds to root noisome in the dust of our ancestors graves.

I have never been Canadian, I had no choice into what I was born. I have no choice in the direction of this Nation, so why should I abide by it. What joy could one take laboring under the delusion of decision. It makes me stomach sick…if we traded currency as we valued cultural identity we might well use shit, for gold is much too hard to find…in a time it would shine over those pine covered hills with each morning. Now the sun rises over a mire, colourless and void…

In Defense of Sanity


This ubiquitous topic is going to continue to be a very disputed subject. However some articles, videos I have seen recently, have drawn this issue to the forefront of my thoughts. There are groups of people who would advocate for young men to disassociate from the company of women all together…

So called mennists or men’s rights activists would argue adolescent men, young men should go their own way. The importance of the influence of women in the life of a man is crucial in many aspects. Rather some would suggest that men don’t need women. That modern women especially are worth less than the time they are allotted. Only a sore spot that could potentially wholly avoided. Worth much less than the difficulty of maintaining a relationship, family goals, and should be altogether avoided.

In turn men should only focus on their own goals, objective success and career taking a backseat to other hobbies which largely revolve around culture of consumption, and largely degenerative behavior in the form of worthless hobbies, and literature and film without substance or objective value. If perhaps these people advocated for the gradual progression of skills that were worthwhile. Such as mathematics, language, history et cetera…instead focus almost entirely on hedonistic activities. Mostly it seems out of spite for the perceived actions of the modern woman. Disregarding completely more advantageous or beneficial activities, both in health of the body, and of mind.

I don’t discount some of the relevance of these perspectives, given the rise of modern feminism which is as a whole toxic. Yet just as toxic an influence that modern feminism and other movements are. Young women seek to find an identity just as all young people this is just another that is easy to grasp it’s also very popular. Which can aid in mobility in social, and peer groups. So of course is it attractive to attach oneself to such ideals. Yet! any and all that would seek make a divide between man and woman must be viewed in the same context. It can only be a negative to form such a barrier between the two sexes. The desire to only burn away with life-wasting hobbies a particularly vexing to my eye.

It’s no doubt that it is increasingly difficult to find someone who you can associate with. Especially in the opposite sex; specially if you are a person who has largely conservative views. In this world polluted with propaganda against such views. Propaganda against traditionalism, tribalism, homogeneity…There are good women out there, and if you listen to these children speaking about sour grapes. Completely removing themselves from the prospect of having a future, then you too will be forgotten. Your spirit will find it’s end in you, not only your spirit but that of your ancestors too.

prometheus falling


The adolescent or young adult, as I once heard a man say goes through a series of progressions in attempting to find knowledge. That is knowledge of his/her own place in the world, and what direction they might take. As a result of this the first thing often done is to grasp onto a system of ideals. Without a proper sense of identity in turn…perhaps falling into one of many cliques that they will remain in for sometime.

They will discover, perhaps a character or movement that they might believe is suitable to them. Sometimes simply to provoke, other times to gain some form of social acceptance. As that in itself is quite the commodity, and has been for some time. Social climbing, by moving from person to person to gain something. Whether it is financial, or as I mentioned the previous form social currency.

In the eyes of many they might seem a desirable person to surround one self with. Someone who is well socialized can be seen as trustworthy, while someone who excludes or remains often isolated will seem too the group to be suspicious in the least. As well others in the larger group other so called climbers will have nothing to gain from associating with such a person.

Of course there are those would never become aware of the fact that the superficial interactions they share are only that. They either vehemently deny the possibility they could be so narcissistic or ignore it. I can’t say for certain because I don’t believe I could go on acting in this manner before it became nauseating. It’s like your whole personality is a massive fraud. Not just your interactions, but you. You’ve become at this point a counterfeit person, all your interactions charming charismatic and all together seated squarely on the precipice of deceit.

The only one deceived is your own purpose. The morals and objective social goalpost relevant now are self-serving. Though people would appear benevolent towards the causes of others, and the greater good. They are only concerned truly with how they appear to their peers, and consequently their peers to them. It’s quite a contrived apex of perjury of character.

Maybe a man can step outside the infinite regression of egoism, to put aside their desire for satisfaction, and the satisfaction for desire. Of course this is nothing new to man. The constant moral upmanship will not die any time soon…

“The truest mark of having been born with great qualities is to have been born without envy”

– François de La Rochefoucauld

Through the eyes of Juvenal


Thoughts for me are much more clear at night. I suppose at the end of the day I’ve had time to collect myself and examine the events of the day. As well it’s much quieter at night, there’s less to distract, less noise. My town is quite small, and it seems to fall asleep rather quickly. It’s the time I also write the most often…

Winter has long since set in, and the air is crisp and austere. It’s invigorating and makes me feel alive. I’ve tried at late to pay much less attention to what’s trending so to speak. What’s happening politically and socially. It quickly overwhelms me to attempt making people understand my objective position on nearly anything. I feel as though I’ve wasted my spirit and compromised my vitality on those who would be compelled to dismiss anything that doesn’t adhere.

It might sound as though an incredibly self-indulgent; per contra I feel as though I’ve been much too benevolent towards people who don’t care to improve. There have been movements or perhaps opinions that have become the good thing to do, at least the good thing to been seen saying. Emerging so quickly over the past few years it’s almost mind-bending.

Of course none of this is new to any of my readers, yet I’m exhausted from lending my ear, exhausted from letting it get under my skin. I have better things to work towards, better things to lend my presence and most of all my time too. I doesn’t mean that I don’t care about these issues ever-present, but it feels as though I’ve been wasting my time in trying to defend common logic and reason over feelings of any and all minority group that is screaming oppression.

This isn’t a resolution in the New Years sense. I believe a positive resolution to make a positive change doesn’t need to be justified by a calendar date. Nor do any political statements need to be judged by something as abstract as a date. I think this is a year to be selfish, and by that disregard the things that only bring me grief and anger. The things that make me question the pillars on what western civilization were established and the current torrent; the insufferable deluge of idiocy! full of the rhetoric that is disintegrating the very foundation of it all.

Crop Failure

This video got me to thinking about young people, about the older generation. Mostly the parents and grandparents of my generation. I feel strange saying young people as I myself am not that old; this is my twenty-fourth year. I was younger still when I started writing here on Vinland Shore, but I don’t feel that my mind has changed on this subject. It’s plain and correct that we’ve had a generation of parents who have lived for the moment. They lived for the moment because it was known their lack of efforts would cause the inevitable collapse of the economy. They lived for the moment because it was ‘liberating’ but most importantly they ‘lived for the moment’ because it was easy.

How then are we able to raise the spirit of the youth? They themselves were raised by a generation that taught them to live for today? Just because something bad will inevitably happen, throw away any preparation, any planning, any semblance of structure or effort away because it’s essentially, to them “not worth the effort”. Bad things will happen, crops will fail, a fox will get your chickens or your roof might leak, you didn’t cut enough firewood for the winter. However rather than prepare they would prefer to sit in brief luxury even if it means inevitable destruction than face one detestable moment of discomfort?

“The secret of realizing the greatest fruitfulness and the greatest enjoyment of existence is: to live dangerously! Build your cities on the slopes of Vesuvius! Send your ships out into uncharted seas! Live in conflict with your equals and with yourselves! Be robbers and ravages as soon as you can not be rulers and owners, you men of knowledge! The time will soon past when you could be content to live concealed int he woods like timid deer!”

– Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

It’s an absolute disregard for any kind of strength of character. For any type of strength at all; these are the people who raised the current generation. This lackadaisical approach to life; apathy has been disguised as virtuous by our parent generation. Our nations aren’t poor, and we have much wealth in people however…There has never been more poverty of character than there is currently, and that’s exactly what it is! The seeds that they have sown with this ideology has created a generation not only weak in practical skills, but weak in spirit as well. A generation of anarchists, and directionless idealist youth.

They have no idea what to fight against so, they will revolt in any way that will give them respect and attention. In today’s media its beneficial to be what amounts essentially a suicidal level of altruism. That is the reaping of our parent generations crop, a world of self-centered communists. Blogging on their Apple computers, and drinking fair-trade coffee. Slapping each-other on the back for disowning, tramping on the works of their ancestors, spitting on the ground there forefathers bled and died on and giving it away. When the inevitable economic collapse does arrive, when not if there won’t be enough paper in their propaganda bound university textbooks to keep them warm on the night.

The Fairy That Disappeared


Lately I’ve been feeling disenchanted; perhaps disconnected from the life I want to lead and too tied to the one I have to lead. We’re presented with a world of choice with no freedom; a world of security with no privacy. The birthright to distinction of choices we never in reality made, but from which we must choose. No alternative; apparently failure to choose is not the same as choice.

I suppose it could be said that being aware of a discomfort can be the first step towards some sort of identification of the visual noise, like radio static buzzing constantly. Recognizing this nauseating dissonance, and associating it with society at large. The way a whole city resonates with a buzz like the deep wheezing breath of a dying beast. Struggling for air even as it’s lungs fill with blood despite an inevitable oblivion…

The world that’s been laid before us, the world we’ve been brought into aggravates me to no end. It constantly grates against me, every sound and sight and feeling brought on by the circus of this civilization is absolutely maddening to my senses at the best of times. We peer out of roomed towers stretching to the horizon standing like tombstonesliving in a dungeon without chains, doors or locks. A psychological confinement a false independence…

Is it exactly this simple, is it more honorable to struggle indefinitely against impossible odds? We should consider that without struggle, our existence would be without significance. The universe being reduced to an interstellar meat-grinder. The honorable man has always been the one who surmounts, the one who survives. It is that our whole culture is based upon; that is lost wisdom.

How can we reattain this when spirit is repressed when everything that encapsulates our archetypes, our forebears,our blood is demonized and spat upon. It may seem disheartening, but it is the only way I can imagine it. Once you struggle for so long and suddenly things are easy; then comes dissatisfaction and apathy. I know it, and maybe you too know it yourself. It’s apart of our nature and it’s indivisible from ourselves, and that is an encouraging thought.

Simulacra et Simulation


In another time I had been a rather avid fan of computer gaming in general. The worlds created by minds similar to my own, of fantasy and adventure beyond that was attainable within the banal confines of daily life. My escapades into the unknown as a child as I detailed in Tabula Rasa & The Sublimation of Imagination, were mild in comparison to that of which computer gaming made available. Unfortunately like other things a sense of stagnation has crept in regarding my status as an admirer of these simulated worlds.

The advent of online gaming had never an ounce of appeal to me; even those scenarios that might be intended primarily for such an environment. Did not interest me in the very least rather I would be content to work against a computer AI, as opposed to another person. I have thought long and hard on what may separate myself from those who thoroughly enjoy online connectivity. I’ve ever experienced the feeling of loneliness or unbearable solitude that others have complained of. Of course I am not speaking from inexperience and I have given significant effort to enjoy these systems. Many of the mass online games all of which I have attempted have left me bored, disinterested in general.

The issue arises when someone is attempting to persuade a very large number of people to partake in a particular environment. It then becomes very difficult to appeal to each individual taste and what remains is an utter disarray, a jumble of every theme imaginable. When it arrives at this point my tolerance is excessively minute; I am utterly inflexible when it comes to cross-over in fiction of any kind. It’s something I’ve always been adamant about, and mixing opposing time periods or environments in close proximity to one another is a complete deal breaker. However my opinion on this subject is not one that is commonly shared, and my views are rather abstruse.

Yet my views withstanding this is what is now occurring on a massive scale in computer gaming, as it has become more mainstream as a result of ‘gamer culture’ it has to cater to a larger group of people. As such computer games are being produced in much the same way as Hollywood films. As it was computer games were a method of escaping the turbulent world around myself. Now however both of these worlds have become one, Marxist political agendas have become rife in computer games as the audience widens like a wound. No longer can I enjoy  time enveloped in a world to escape as the computer simulated one is merely a reflection of the world we exist in.

As as result more of my time engaged in computer gaming is devoted independent developers, and their projects. Computer games as well I’ve played in excess of ten years ago as these are not compromised in such a way. Where games are still developed as they once were. People who simply wanted to create an environment they thought was interesting and hadn’t been executed in such a manner before. At the present it has become no more than a vehicle for more vile political agendas as the remainder of major media.

(game shown is Mount & Blade Warband, with the module Brytenwalda which is highly recommended.)

Paradox Populous

no civilization is built by individuals

Individuality was not known until the advent of individual wealth in the ancient world. Indeed, it was impossible before a particular point in history for a man to live exempt from his group, his tribe. It was certain death to be exiled from one’s community. No one man was capable of making every tool, weaving materials into clothing, or reciting all the knowledge the past. Now that is something of a concept that is far on the reaches of our minds. We are all capable of being the lone wolf, the character so lauded by films and the media. The film industry brings great virtue to the one who pays no heed to the call of others. We all have seen the films, the lone cowboy, the barbarian that slowly trudges across a country and lays waste to an army of men alone.

How is it then to the general public then when we find ourselves populated with an entire world of individuals. Indeed ones who call themselves sociologists would place people who are “other-regarding” on the same spectrum as Totalitarianism or Collectivist. People who would consider their community, or their peer group are merely victims of a social contract of pre-conceived reference standards.  To most people these are referred to as morals, indeed caring for your fellow-man would make you a victim to the guilt society – sounds rather intimidating doesn’t it? or a shame society – these guys really, really like attaching negative adjectives to moral codes. Probably best to avoid consulting your friends on issues as well, this might get labelled group think.

In the past individuals of a tribe were held with respect for their skills, knowledge or virtues. It seems logical that someone would be recognized for their contributions to their group. At some point however it was decided that being skilled was far too much work, and we should be heralded simply for being different. Now, who might you think would believe this to be a good idea? Interestingly enough the word individualism itself originated as a pejorative term. A more positive spin on the term in Britain came to be used with the writings of James Elishama Smith, who was a Christian Israelite. He eventually rejected its collective idea of property, and found in individualism a “universalism” that allowed for the development of the “original genius.” Without individualism, Smith argued, individuals cannot amass property to increase one’s happiness” To find the root of this trend in socialism should be of no surprise to anyone.

Some philosophers would suggest that man is inherently an individual, we are self-interested by nature. We seek survival, then to control. That the exorbitant levels of individualism leads to deception, criminality, and conflict. It must be then from sustained self-control then that through tens of thousands of years that humans have no destroyed each-other in the goal of self preservation. I would argue instead that is impossible for a man to be a true individual, if he is then he must cooperate on some level to ensure survival. Even in the modern age if a man survives on his wealth alone, never asks anything of anyone. He is still cooperating in society by engaging the economy, and whether intended or not assisting other people. What this modern dogma creates is a society of individuals, what kind of society could that be? The only answer is an incredibly weak society, not a society at all. Which is exactly the result they desired.



The Abbey in the Oakwood

I was recently viewing a discussion on implied direction for the use of the Game Master role in a tabletop gaming environment. The technique when applied to give an increased subliminal layer of description for role-playing. I’ve embed a link here, and highly recommend you check out his channel. If you are interested in this type of thing you will find it invaluable. In summary the DM giving narration, and while in character for the NPCs in the game would play an even more cerebral level of interaction. Relying on very unobtrusive signals for the Player Characters to detect and interpret.

I’m not nearly as experienced in the realm of tabletop gaming as this fellow. It’s evident the people with whom he plays are far more adept, and perceptive when playing. Most of the people in my generation have comparably atrocious attention spans. It seems that if you don’t wave something in plain view, we are completely oblivious to it. I know almost certainly if I were to attempt to introduce this into a DM role it would likely remain undiscovered. Day to day conversation is a monumental task to find yourself talking to someone who doesn’t have half their attention devoted to a smart phone. Then only have to repeat what you’ve said initially, or just give up.

So as technology disconnects us more and more, and emotionally distances us as well. I am again reminded of my childhood, I think of my friends and family who I used to play with. In regards to our communication it seems as though we understood ourselves more clearly. The non-verbal cues were almost exclusively what we played with, still we weren’t confused. We laughed more than we spoke it seems, and sometimes we yelled or cried! With our faces we spoke, and our actions became symbols on the ground etched with sticks. A simple glance and we would know what our next destination was. Indeed children would probably pick up more quickly an implied direction by a good DM, than most adults these days.

So what is it that separates the creative intuition of a child’s mind from the adult? Where is the exact point that we lose our imagination? What’s the reason behind it; why does our worldview fundamentally change so we never view it in the same manner?
If I were to stand in front of a box of toys that I had as a child, there would be tiny vehicles, plastic soldiers, bricks for building structures from. As a child they were an incredibly vivid world, I could build or line up army men or push a truck around in the dirt. I don’t understand now why it was fun for me, it just was. As you get older if becomes more and more difficult to quantify with the imaginative energy that makes it enjoyable. Eventually it just all looks like plastic molded to take the shape of something else.

It would seem there is a Pavlovian fear response when people encounter something involved in creativity. As creativity is associated with imagination, which is in turn associated with childishness. Which we all know is a negative thing…even now those people who are involved in occupations or education that involves creativity be it writing, or art or music are regarded as flakes. People exclaim in despair “They obviously aren’t taking their lives very seriously” So how can it come as any surprise when people consume what they are fed, resisting must lead to failure?

“You don’t want to be come a starving artist, striving for something you care about. Who wants to fret about integrity. Why not become an accountant, or better yet a lawyer. Now there’s some stability; you want stability in your life don’t you?!”

The child’s mind is the creative mind, despite all the toys I had the thing I valued the most as a child. The pen and the paper; my fathers instruments, paint and clay that I could shape into anything my heart desired. There was the true freedom, not in anything that was manufactured, but my mind the immeasurable kingdom. I look now at the brilliant minds I knew as a child their spirit is crippled, and their features parallel their essence. The void created in the spirit of man, and those faces I used to know haunt me more than words can describe.

Soceital Sycophant

don't be mistaken for a mushroom

don’t be mistaken for a mushroom

It is no longer any secret that the media that so many people are addicted to is inherently damaging to our minds. This is with specially marked reference to the recent “facebook experiment“. Possibly the most wealthy and well known social network is now known to have openly conducted psychological experiments on their user base! and what is done about it… The services that many of us are part of namely social networking, a device intended to connect people does much the opposite. No longer do we gather and simply have a conversation, people would prefer to sit at their computer or use a cell phone to communicate. Indeed many people prefer to converse this way so accustomed to it we have become. The idea of confronting someone face to face has become a fear to people causing unwarranted anxiety, and it’s slowly becoming an epidemic.

Yes, hard as it is to believe people are becoming afraid of being social in spite of having hundreds in some cases thousands of friends on social networking websites. Sharing their lives at a distance preferring to keep it that way. Excessive internet use results in the development of disorders that would otherwise never exist. These types of fears among people are sharply on the rise, and it’s the result of dramatically reduced social interaction in the lieu of other forms of communication. It should be of no surprise that people are becoming ill, shutting themselves inside and viewing the world through a screen. Everything that is read is accepted to be true, and in a way the internet and other sources become the new reality replacing the world that exists around them.

Yet it is nearly impossible to disconnect from these trappings; if one is to remove themselves completely from the world that everyone around them are nearly completely engrossed in. Then by that action you are to remove yourself from the lives of people around you. That is the reality that everyone is subscribed to, and if you remove yourself from their version of the truth you essentially cease to exist. You might notice that you don’t even hear from friends or family as much in this situation. I’ve lived in this scenario and when people find that you don’t have a facebook (or some other social network), their reaction typically is nothing short of astonishment, as if they’ve just discovered a person who thrives without oxygen.

“How on Earth could you live you possibly conduct your life without a constant bombardment of information! How terribly boring you must be, how do you stay in touch! or What do you have to hide? and also basal remarks about your social status perhaps socially challenged and maybe a bit of a hermit!”

Perhaps I am a bit of a hermit, but perhaps you would be more prompt to bend to social norms; not go outside of the realm of rule. We strive to as humans to be social, and it’s from this desire to fulfill connection that a third party has moved in. That third party has poisoned an essential human ambition to sate the appetite of greed. There is always a merchant eager to sell something nobody needs, and today more than ever our world is glutted with superfluous substance. Do not hesitate to challenge those who believe themselves to be indifferent to suggestion. They likely know themselves as the cut path before them which they abide ambivalently through life. Know what you choose, and know why you choose it, but most importantly know yourself!

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