Oh, behold this quaint little forest sign—"New Beginnings," how delightfully pastoral! Mature aspen trees harvested in 1988, providing for society, and now new trees grow to support a "diverse wildlife habitat." Helping nature through "forest management"! Charming, isn’t it? Hardly. If you haven’t read James Burnham’s The Managerial Revolution, you’re probably gazing at this sign with the vacant stare of a serf admiring his lord’s new tapestry, utterly blind to the dark currents beneath. And so you will remain, because I'm not going to explain it here. Click the link below to join my premium, pay to read channel where I fully explain this thrilling and insightful content.
Us Yoopers can't afford the good things in life, but today I was able to see a small stream that passes under a tree. That was pretty neat, youbetcha; it's the best we've got, and yous gotta make do with what yous have, eh.
Forwarded from H F
Mr. Poor will groom you into a simpler and happier life.
Discord mods groom you into cutting your cock off.
Which way Yooper Man?
Discord mods groom you into cutting your cock off.
Which way Yooper Man?
Forwarded from Timothy
"Oh, the big rock candy mountain, where the rivers all run brown, and the Yoopers all wear woolen hats and the snow comes falling down..."
THE Philosopher
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Guess what we eatin' tomorrow.... Das rite: Poached eggs
Forwarded from Judge Frog’s S’more Cult
“Do you unequivocally oppose gay black incest?” is an extremely low bar, but not everyone can clear it.
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I took an IQ test and boy was it a wake up call.
Took an official IQ test today and got an 80 which is 10 points from mentally retarded. It definitely made me realize I am nowhere near as intelligent/smart I thought I was, and now I’m starting to rethink my life and my relationships with others.
This score has shattered the image I had of myself as someone who could keep up intellectually with most people. I’ve always felt confident tossing ideas around at work or holding my own in debates with friends, but now I’m second-guessing those moments. Did I really understand the discussion, or was I just skating by on confidence? It’s unnerving to think I might have been oblivious to my own limitations, and it’s making me wonder how others have perceived me all along—maybe as less capable than I assumed.
The sting of this realization is pushing me to dig deeper into my limitations. I pulled my old copy of Plato’s Republic off the shelf and struggled through a page—terms like "essence" and "being" felt like they were slipping through my fingers. Hegel’s Phenomenology of Spirit is even worse; I used to brag about "getting" the master-slave dialectic, but now I’m not sure I ever did. I’m starting to journal these gaps, not to beat myself up, but to map what I don’t know. It’s scary, but there’s something honest about facing my own intellectual limitations—it’s the first step to actually learning, not just pretending I already have.
Took an official IQ test today and got an 80 which is 10 points from mentally retarded. It definitely made me realize I am nowhere near as intelligent/smart I thought I was, and now I’m starting to rethink my life and my relationships with others.
This score has shattered the image I had of myself as someone who could keep up intellectually with most people. I’ve always felt confident tossing ideas around at work or holding my own in debates with friends, but now I’m second-guessing those moments. Did I really understand the discussion, or was I just skating by on confidence? It’s unnerving to think I might have been oblivious to my own limitations, and it’s making me wonder how others have perceived me all along—maybe as less capable than I assumed.
The sting of this realization is pushing me to dig deeper into my limitations. I pulled my old copy of Plato’s Republic off the shelf and struggled through a page—terms like "essence" and "being" felt like they were slipping through my fingers. Hegel’s Phenomenology of Spirit is even worse; I used to brag about "getting" the master-slave dialectic, but now I’m not sure I ever did. I’m starting to journal these gaps, not to beat myself up, but to map what I don’t know. It’s scary, but there’s something honest about facing my own intellectual limitations—it’s the first step to actually learning, not just pretending I already have.