THE BLACK PILL

     This article, originally found on the radix journal blog at www.radixjournal.com/journal/2015/10/6/the-black-pill has become inaccessible. Since I believe this article to hold  value, it has been respectfully copied and pasted here for others to view. All credits to this post are to be given to the originally writer at the link above.



THE BLACK PILL

     Traditionally there are two pills—the Red Pill and the Blue one. The Blue one means you stay in the “matrix” of conventional opinion and delusion, you stay comfortable and warm, and you no longer concern yourself with the bigger picture or the long-term future. That has all been taken care of for you. The Blue Pill represents a kind of infantilism.

     The Red Pill represents a rejection of all that, and an awakening to the underlying realities. It is the pill people take just before they become race realists, neo-reactionaries, anti-democrats, alt-righters, identitarians, etc. Far from being sugar-coated, it is laced with the bitter taste of total cynicism about all the myths that have been pimped at us 24/7. But ultimately, it is not a negative pill but a positive and even progressive one.

     But there is a third pill, the Black Pill, the pill of pure egoism, nihilism, and destruction. It is a pill that leads to suicide, death, and decontextualized violence, and it is increasingly a popular resort in the present age, whether taken by the cannon fodder of ISIS, currently being bombed by the Russian air force, or the likes of Chris Harper Mercer, the latest spree shooter at the college in Umpqua Oregon, who, we are learning may well have been “influenced” by Islam.


PILLS

     All three pills, and those who take them, implicitly represent inferior states conjoined with an aspiration of superiority. In this sense, they have a dialectical aspect.

     As the most passive, the Blue Piller is the most inferior, but then the very delusions that pacify and manipulate him also allow him to think well of himself, even to have a sense of superiority. He may well be an upstanding member of society and believe that the world is run in his best interests. He may even believe that his type is hegemonic, even as his ears are being filled with the music of the slaughterhouse to which history is leading him and his ilk. The epitome of the Blue Piller is the “cuckservative,” although liberals, too, are popping much of the same.

     Unlike the Blue Piller, the Red Piller knows that he is not in charge. He knows the dice are loaded, the cards stacked against him, etc. He knows the world is controlled by others with interests disparate from his own. This is his inferiority, but it is an inferiority he recognizes in order to overcome and achieve superiority. He looks the negative aspects of reality squarely in the eye and fights back. The Red Piller is ultimately a positivist and an optimist. Even if he fails in his ultimate goals, he knows that he will, at least, earn himself an honorable death. On the individual level, there is nothing greater to be hoped for. It is only on the collective level that victory counts.

     The Blue and Red Pills have a kind of complementary nature: the trajectory of the Blue Pill is from illusory superiority to actual inferiority, that of the Red Pill from false inferiority to true superiority.

     The Black Pill is the least dialectical of the three. It leads from actual inferiority back to actual inferiority. It is nihilism, but nihilism made flesh calls forth absolute egoism, a sense of the self detached from wider contexts and responsibilities—it is this that makes it evil and murderous.

     The inferior person can either accept context and therefore inferiority, or fight it. The Blue Piller rejects his future inferiority by retreating backwards into illusion. The Red Piller rejects his present lack of superiority by marching forward through positive consciousness and action to redress the situation. The Black Piller, however, chooses neither the palliatives of illusion nor the challenge of positive action. He stares into the abyss—passively because his actions will never be capable of changing it—and, as Nietzsche so pertinently observed, the abyss stares back.

PALLIATIVES

     Earlier societies may have lacked the knowledge and data of the present age, but they were, nevertheless, much wiser than our own, especially in dealing with the problems now manifested in the Black Pill.

     With our three pills, what we are essentially dealing with are three types of people—true alphas, false alphas, and betas, the most numerous category. These types have always existed and for various reasons. The first performs creative action (true civilization), the second illusion (false civilization ＝ decadence), and the third negativity, either as passivity (obedience) or nihilism (“ultra violence”).

     These types, as they derive from human biology, have obvious sexual aspects. Past European societies recognized the violent and revolutionary potential of the betas, and successful societies found ways to mitigate this, the most important being monogamous societies, in which the females were distributed fairly equally, though never completely so. Christian and other monogamous societies, like those of the Orient, were thus able to fix the negativity inherent in the beta male. Islam was much less successful, thus accounting for its rapid decline after its fluke rise in the seventh century.

     Modern Western societies have broken this healthy pattern of the past with disastrous results, and the results would be even more disastrous if we did not now possess palliatives like drugs, TV, computer games, and porn. This is why recently there has been so much concern over slow Internet for Europe’s recent influx of betas.

     Without a society, like the traditional Christian one that finds a way to balance the deficiencies of the beta male with the “sexual welfarism” of the patriarchal society, the truly inferior person has only three choices: passivity, illusion, or evil. As he is truly inferior, any struggle can only result in nihilism instead of victory. But in the muddled modern West, and the disrupted and overcrowded Middle East, this is increasingly what is happening. Nihilism is spreading, both in the guise of the American spree killer and the pawns of organizations like ISIS.

POISONS

     The spree killer rejects the Blue Pill of illusion. He knows that no matter how many POV videos he watches on the porn channel, it is really someone else’s dick, and that by watching it, he is practically sucking on it. He also knows that whatever efforts he makes, he cannot escape his beta essence. There is no more eloquent exposition of this than the video made by “Egg Man,” one of the early rumoured suspects in the Umpqua College shooting.

     He may console himself with the thought that he might meet the right girl . . . one with conveniently low horizons to match his own. It is still possible, even in a society like ours, which is increasingly dedicated to blowing smoke up the collective female arse and raising their expectations for male to unrealizable levels. But he also knows that he might instead become just another beta cuck, a facilitator of feminine frustration, manifested in hatred and bile, divorce and alimony—a polite term for semi-slavery imposed exclusively on the male.

     The nihilistic beta, shorn of his illusions, alienated by society, becomes, once again, the essence of ancient barbarism.

This is an act we see played out, again and again, with every spree killer case. The media screeches about the evil of guns, the evil of madness, or the evil of evil itself. Drugs or computer games might get a mention . . . but there are commercial interests to consider. If some nefarious ideologies are uncovered on the killer’s bookshelf or hard drive, whether it be the White Nationalism of Dylan Roof, the manosphere affectations of Elliot Rodgers, or even—possibly—the Islamism of Mercer, then these might enter the narrative. But all these ideologies are bunkum compared to the central fact of the free-floating radical beta expressing his ultimate nihilism.
"Take the Blackpill" by First Last

     Just as almost all spree killers are essentially socially alienated beta males, so on the greater stage of the Middle East, ISIS is a kind of beta collective. On an individual level, there will inevitably be alpha males amongst its ranks, but man is never just an individual but a creature that lives through his Männerbund, tribe or race.

     The core group of ISIS, the Sunni Arabs of Iraq and Syria, are the downtrodden betas of the Middle East. In Iraq, they were once alphas, in Syria they were, for a while, simply passive. But, in a world flushed with the lie of democracy—the be-all-you-can-be illusion of self-help books writ large on the historical landscape—they are no longer willing or able to accept this path. They have been damned by the Arab Spring.

     As a group, they appear to lack the ability to take the Red Pill of positive nationalism, and their situation is not comfortable enough for the Blue Pilling so common in the West. That particular Pill requires an arduous and sometime expensive trip through the Balkans to Northern Europe. Their only choice therefore is to take the Black Pill, the pill of nihilistic egoism, pointless struggle, suicide and death. And while individual spree killers, like Chris Mercer, come and go, the same cannot be said for populations.

Marxian Principles Governing Meme Economies

Our lad, Karl Marx, once asserted that the the ruling class, or bourgeoisie, maintained their power through the ownership and manipulation of the means of production.

While this might not be the case in real world economics (e.g.: Weber claims that social classes are determined by consumption patterns, rather than production), this Marxian principle surely applies to the greater meme economy. 

The truly powerful Meming Bourgeoisie is strictly confined to three types of individuals:

1. Those who accrue rare, esoteric memes to distribute to a large, less-enlightened audience
2. Those who make original memes
3. Those who remix the original memes of others to improve and mass produce them

The majority of power wielded by Memers lies within those three super-classes. 

One might be tempted to argue that, those who make original memes are the highest class; however, this is simply not the case. Those who make memes, while powerful and sacred, are usually not the same ones in the absolute seat of power. Many meme makers do not have the ability or means to effectively distribute their memes to the hungry populous. Therefore, it is the ones who distribute the memes to the masses who hold the true power. 

Autism: Genetic or an STD?

One of the most prominent disorders affecting our society today is autism. According to a quick search on the Interwebs, there are over 200,000 cases of autism diagnosed each year, and those are only the detected cases. As many people also know, autism is a genetic disorder. However, I am here to propose a new theory. What if autism is also a STD?

     Consider the following. As one can tell by looking into meme culture, more specifically, dank and /pol/ culture, autism is a frequent topic of discussion. Autism is memed regularly. In addition, people joke about each other being autistic based on certain behaviors even if they have not been diagnosed. Are all of these memes and jokes really just that? Or is there a subtext beneath the surface statements? Upon further investigation, my research has made me come to the conclusion that autism is a STD. Over the past 20 years, the increase in gay population has increased. And so has -you guessed it- autism. Could these two occurrences be linked?

Figure 1: Increase in "The Gay"                                  Figure 2: Increase in Autism

                                         

Figure 3: Autism being Sexually Transmitted

     Here we see a rare image of autism being sexually transmitted by promiscuous liberals. This image came at the cost of many Kekist lives. The liberal cucks fought hard to keep this image a secret, but, now that the cat (or in this case, dog,) is out of the bag, the truth WILL be revealed. 

In this picture, we can see evidence of autism among the liberal cucks. Clearly the image is that of a Micro$oft Word document, but the autistic liberal cucks are too pathetic to realize this. 

And finally, one more truth bomb shall have its fuse lit. Autism CAN BE TRANSMITTED BY CHEMICALS IN THE WATER! As Alex Jones has already proven, chemicals in the water are "turning the freaking frogs gay." It would appear that the chemicals liberal cucks are putting in the water not only will make you and your pet frog gay, they will also make you AUTISTIC! This is an outrage. 

To add insult to injury, George Bush is aware of this! He even wore protective clothing to protective him from autism and the gay when going on water rides. Clearly liberal cucks have beaten rhinos into submission and have threatened them into silence. Deus Vult, my Kekist friends! We must reclaim our land from the liberal cucks and stop the autism and chemicals in out water! (Propur Water Filters was not in any way affiliated with the production of this article.)

Rembrandt

Ah, Vietnam, you unforgiving mistress, you cruel mother.

Months I lingered in your putrid belly, killing the best of your sons, and dining with your many lovers. You weren’t betrayed with a kiss, but instead were ravaged by disease. You brought forth destruction on the children of your fertile womb.

Did you know that French charm would only last so a few years, or were you surprised when the benevolent West turned on you?

I wasn’t surprised. I’m not surprised by anything anymore. I had no expectations going in, and even fewer coming out. At the time I left you, the monkey on my back was slowly pulling my brains out through my ears, and I had no mind to deal with your paradoxical embrace.

Coming out of ‘Nam, personal appearances were not a part of my thinking. Women were women, men were men. Black was black, and white was white.

In ‘74 I got a girl. She wasn’t much to look at, but she had a hell of a personality, and enjoyed IPAs almost as much as your’s truly. She could handle my irate state, or at least she did for the two months we were together. She left in a fit of passion, and took the last bottle of Merlot from the cabinet. If we had any more Elijah Craig, she’d’ve taken that, too.

I didn’t miss her, but I missed the nights, and I missed her complaining, and her subpar cooking. I decided I needed to make myself more attractive to the people with the breasts. Therefore, on the day Nodar died, I went in and got my hair cut to above my ears. I hadn’t gotten it shorn so short since boot camp, and my newfound cleanliness let me feel good about life. I left the barber shop and headed down to North Ave beach, to get a little sun. Disappointment struck me down again, the same way it did everyday since Ấp Bắc. Turns out, Lake Michigan doesn’t have nearly the same tanning power as the glorious flash of an M-121. To see that majestic sliver of splendor fall neatly from the bottom of a distant plane, to watch it disappear behind the trees, and to be nearly scorched by that warm, bright splash of color and heat. Nothing compares to it. It’s like comparing and Rockwell to a Rembrandt, Rembrandt being the bombs.

Scorched Earth

"Oh, Kek, aide us in our time of need,

For the age of Pepe is nigh,

and Kek has rained his blessings on his lowly servants"

It is with this simple prayer that I embark onto the battle field. Twitter is hell, and I am a sinner straight from purgatory.
 Have you ever been gang-raped by a raging throng of social justice warriors? I have. I tried to fight, but evidently it was not Kek's will that I emerge unscathed.
 I use my experience from that tragic incident to teach rookie memers how to survive the rigors of the meme war.
 Technically, the war is over, but scattered pockets of miscreants remain. This remnant must be crushed into the dust like a lemon rind under the wheel of a large bicycle. One heroic, redpilled lad cannot fight them alone; they will swallow him.

Call thy comrades, for the battle is not yet won.

A Guide on How to Collect Rare Pepes

     In case you've been living under a rock for the past 10 years, Pepe (see above) is a beloved frog all over the internet. No exceptions. Pepe has been a trend on the internet for quite some time, but it wasn't until a few years ago that we began to see the emergence of rare Pepes. 

     ~What is a Rare Pepe?

     

     Well you see, Pepe comes in many shapes and forms. Pepe is not just a bloated frog; he is a symbol. A legend. A prophet. Pepe is so much more. while all of us have seen pepe in his common form, other more uncommon forms may be found across the internet. The first of these forms to appear was smug Pepe, which has since then become a common Pepe not worth much on the Pepe market. 

Most common Pepe. Not at all rare and only used by normie scum today.

     ~BUT WAIT, you say. WHAT MAKES A PEPE RARE?

     The rarity of a Pepe truely lies in its beholder. A Pepe is made rare by its ability to lurk and remain hidden on the interwebs. While some rare Pepes may be stale and common in, for instace, /pol/ of 4chan, to your local newspaper's website and those who use it, a Pepe could be extremely rare. This variation of rarity allows those who collect Pepes to more easily trade and distribute them for favors, gambling, posts, or literally any number of purposes.

     Some Pepes are so rare that they are protected by copyright from being downloaded or redistributed. It is up to you whether or not you are willing to take the risk to add some rarity to your collection. I recommend viewing The Rules of the Internet for further information.

     ~How do I Find/Collect Rare Pepes?

Finding Rare Pepes can be quite a challenge at times. After the Great Dankening of early 2016, the Pepe market grew significantly, lowering the values of many rare Pepes. By the end of the Great Meme War of 2016, the Pepe market was completely flooded, and finding a truly rare Pepe became almost impossible. 

     There are, however, still some to be found. 

Imageboards are excellent places to find rare Pepes, because there is a constant influx of images going in and out. Many of the Pepe creators reside in such places, cranking out new Pepes and varying paces. The King of Fresh Memes™ 4chan's Politically Incorrect was the main resource for rare Pepes during the Great Meme War, and continues to be a great place to hunt for rare Pepes today.* Other imageboards include (but are not limited to) Twitter, Imgur, and 3rd party sites used for hosting rare Pepes. 

*Stay safe on sites like 4chan. Like anywhere on the internet, you never quite know what you will find that will trigger the NSA and get you a death sentence. 

     Once you find a rare Pepe, you may then download the image onto your device of choosing, keeping it in a safe place. Many friends like to show off and exchange their Rare Pepes, so be prepared to pull yours out at any time if you plan on sharing. 

Because we're not completely heartless, I'll even link you to our Super Secret Private Reserve of Rare Pepes to start your collection with. Happy Hunting! 

Cold Coronitas

In all my years in Vietnam, I never saw more war than I have on twitter for the past year. I've been hiding in my basement, stocking up rations. Cheryl thinks I'm an idiot, but I think she can go to hell with Hillary Clinton. Cheryl brings me food twice a day, and I stay busy fighting the war.

Sometimes the flashbacks get too strong, and I have to drink a few coronitas to cool me down. I don't want to have seizures all the time, so I removed all the lights in my basement. All except my PC and the light in the fridge. That one turns on when I open it.

I've made a death ray machine to keep my Latino neighbors at bay when the civil war carries into the streets. I tried getting Cheryl into 4chan, but it scarred her, and she thinks I need to see a physician.

Physicians are used by the government to influence the people, to turn them gay. I think Cheryl wants me to turn gay so she can leave me.