Philosophy

I'll be answering some of the November Biohacking and lifehacking questions in the Q&A podcast below...

There once was a geek named Jonathan,
Whose philosophical thoughts were quite profound.
With Modafinil in his brain,
He answered questions with ease and disdain.

With Modafinil in his system,
Jonathan's philosophical thoughts were swimming.
He answered questions with wit and grace,
And left his listeners in awe of his embrace.

2025 Update: There is this dumb puritanical advice that older people often give to younger people: "You’ll PAY later in life for all that reckless fun you have in your 20s! I wish I hadn’t partied so much when I was young, now I have all these problems…"
It's dumb advice because it’s ineffective - I don’t think it convinces young people to live more responsibly. It also comes across as hypocritical - I was a hedonist, but you shouldn’t be. Instead, I encourage younger people (and everybody else, really) to be hedonists, but not the same kinds of hedonists those regretful old Gen Xers and Boomers were. Ethical hedonism is the philosophy of choosing the greater pleasure over the lesser pleasure.

This article will dive into the millenniums' old, yet rarely practiced, mindset of ethical hedonism along with exploring its biological implications.

"I swear upon the altar of God eternal hostility against every form of tyranny over the mind of man."

That is the famous declarative prayer of Thomas Jefferson. You have heard it a hundred times before on podcasts; it gets repeated endlessly across the pro-freedom dissident sphere online.

But cowardice remains one of the most powerful forces in human history, and too many of the political influencers you follow and support are ultimately flaccid in the real fight for human freedom.
Why? Because the pen is mightier than the sword, BUT the penis is mightier than the podcast.

Let me explain...

25 years ago, the trajectory of history changed. What the conspiracy theorists got wrong, why the terrorists won, and how to fight for the future.

I recently watched a very well-produced documentary by, obviously, a very critical and thoughtful filmmaker. It certainly stimulates the spine-tingling cognitive dissonance that exploring the details of 9/11 should trigger for anyone who’s able to think for themselves.

Ten years ago, I started writing a cyberpunk/sci-fi thriller about a Biohacking cybercriminal named "Nero" who gets entangled with two beautiful Colombian twins while trying to save the world from the same comet that destroyed Atlantis 12,800 years ago.
I imagined there would one day be digital tools to bring this story to life, as vivid as it was in my own head. And here we are. 

Poseidon’s massive trident was broken; it protruded at an obtuse angle from the rubble of the temple. Icicles hung from its three prongs that no longer avariciously pointed heavenward.

Xavier shuddered and pulled the fur layers tighter around him against the cutting cold of the gale as he raised his eyes from the trident to behold the desolation of Atlantis.

The once-great city lay entombed beneath a glacial shroud, its towering spires now jagged ruins of ice-encrusted stone. Frozen waterfalls cascaded from shattered aqueducts, their crystalline tendrils reaching toward the skeletal remains of sunken palaces. The streets, once teeming with philosophers and noblemen, were buried beneath ages of snowfall, their stories erased by the merciless grind of time.
He walked beside one of the grand concentric canals that had once given Atlantis its lifeblood—now a lifeless trench of ice, its once-glittering waters frozen solid. The great bridges that had arched above them lay in shattered heaps, their stone and gold filigree broken and half-buried beneath layers of snow. Homes and temples had collapsed into the icy depths, their fractured remains jutting out at grotesque angles.
Beyond the canal, where the marina had once bustled with the sails of the mighty seafaring empire, the wreckage of ancient Atlantean vessels lay strewn - carcasses of a bygone age. Some remained eerily intact, their prows frozen mid-rise from the ice, while others had been crushed beneath falling towers, their splintered hulls tangled in masts and rigging.
Then, across the frozen expanse of the marina, it came. A low, resonant growl, rolling over the ice like distant thunder. Not the wind. Not the groaning of shifting ice. Something alive. Something primal.
Xavier froze. His breath curled into the air as the sound faded into the howling void. He was not alone in the ruins of Atlantis.

Why "flat Earth" is a Dunning-Kruger trap for skeptics and believers...

More people than ever now believe in the flat Earth. Perhaps you’ve wondered about it yourself…

Now I’m the first guy to be distrustful of things that the government tells us, and I’ve watched most of the conspiracy documentaries on the topic, but I remain utterly unconvinced of the flat Earth because of simple logic…

There is tremendous economic incentive for someone to expose the supposed hoax of the globe Earth, yet no one has yet to offer really compelling evidence of a flat Earth.

In the technocratic dystopia of modernity, things are undeniably grim, and they are getting worse at an accelerating rate.

This is not merely an observation for the hopelessly naive normie who still believes the evening news; it is a reality that even the most savvy lifehacker must confront daily. We find ourselves trapped in a pincer movement of economic instability and biological decline. If you are a Millennial or a member of Gen Z (I shall dub thee: Gen Zer), looking at the sordid state of affairs and deliberating between the career options of selling your body on OnlyFans, becoming some specie of online scammer/grifter, or signing up to die in some utterly pointless foreign war, I have a contrarian option for you.

I answer the May Biohacking and lifehacking questions in the Q&A podcast below.

And I share some philosophical thoughts on the contraction of freedoms due to the global pandemic and explain why personal and interpersonal freedom matter more than political freedom in living a good life. Listen to it on the go here on Castbox.

I wrote about May...

A month I’ve always loved not just because it’s the month of my birth but because it’s the month when (in the northern latitudes, at least) spring ceases its teasing. The changing of the seasons reminds us that life is profoundly cyclical. A sense of optimism has always infused my being as the snow melts away, the sky’s gloomy grayness retreats, and the green leaves of the trees bud. Spring also urges us to seize the moment; as a glorious summer beckons, we’re compelled to drink deeply of the sunny joys of life as the chilly fingers of winter yet stroke the backs of our necks.

In this podcast, I hope to share some much-needed optimism with you - I explain in an epic rant, why I'm white-pilled about the future.