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The Degeneration of the Nation

Nightlife
Black Circle

The Book of Darkness - Trilogy

The magnum opus of Black Circle - a contemporary tragedy in three acts. Black Circle's greatest work deals with the dream - and its shattering, with wild futurism - and the loss of the future, with personal and literary audacity - and its price. This is an astoundingly ambitious work, remarkably innovative, overtly original and deliberately wild, unparalleled in Hebrew literature. It tells the story of the Circle's life in strict and measured chronological order, with piercing realism of the development of a person's life and their mental worlds, stemming precisely from boundless fantastic surrealism. From vast expanses of spiritual freedom, with infinite capacity for invention and conceptual manipulation, the richness of the work stands almost beyond the capacity of the human mind, until it collapses before a new and wonderful - and inhuman world

Search Tree

Black Circle's last book, which concludes his dream project, is an interactive novel in the style of "Choose Your Own Adventure", where the reader chooses the continuation of the dream. The dream paths branch out in the form of a binary tree, spreading a parallel dream space, instead of a linear-narrative dream time. The result is simultaneously a wide-ranging novel and a short story, allowing the reader to search for its ending - in the dream tree

Dream of Escaping the Nazis

A recurring dream throughout life is ultimately a branching dream, where each time you return from the ending backwards, and try another way to escape the ending. Black Circle's last dream, in which he bids farewell to the world of writing, but also signals a new literary possibility. And as in his last book, here too apparently the depth-first search algorithm is the deepest way to delve into the tree of possibilities - in an endless farewell

Psychotic Love

Trust me - don't ask why you're here. That's the biggest mistake

The Heavenly Facebook

The tablets weren't made of stone? Did that stop them from being breasts? If the new Torah doesn't come from sexuality - it has no chance in the spiritual atmosphere of our times... No one reads anything unrelated to sex, and only in sex do people still connect to the need for mystery - and even myth

When a Person is Brought to Judgment

They won't remember this? They won't remember all of this after me? I have no World to Come?

And There You Shall Not Pass

And the Holy Spirit rubs her breasts against me (as if she's some kind of heavenly voice), and they're shriveled like the pomegranates of a Torah scroll. And her breaths are rapid (she knows this is it too): so you want a special miracle just for you?

The Spiritual Death

I start calculating the number of nights until I die, and the number of dreams I have left. What to waste them on? I must penetrate into something deep, that I'll at least be one of those writers who got something out of the illness, and didn't remain spiritually virgin

A Candle for My Memory

Have you ever thought about the connection between dream and illness?

Legacy ●

And the doctor leans by the bed and says: You don't have much time left, maybe a paragraph, or two, or if God performs a miracle - three

No Dreamer in His City

You won't drag me into placative political thinking, but I'll draw you into erotic thinking. I'll penetrate the thought behind you, meaning you're just signs of it, embodying it, and therefore embarrassing me, and claiming that I'm a fig leaf - with no nakedness behind it. Because you who call me (to my face!) a hiding coward, you too are not really you, but a bird singing someone else's song, and what's more important to a bird than originality?

Children of the Talmud

I start the day with half an hour of studying the Grash's [Translator's note: Rabbi Shimon Shkop] innovations in bed, then move to fifteen minutes of in-depth mathematics and then rest with fifteen minutes of Spinoza's Ethics in proficiency, while brushing my teeth, and so I go through the whole day from one abstract thought to another, and then at night I'm able to maintain supreme concentration for two hours straight and satisfy my wife

Hear O Israel the Lord Our God the Lord is Red

Both sexes received puberty wounds as an evolutionary advantage designed to protect them until intellectual maturity, otherwise this evolutionary disadvantage would have disappeared long ago, and this is also the evolutionary advantage of ugly women. And the girl moves her hands in panic in a kind of fluttering of a cooing dove whose wings have been caught, as if I caught her in something no one saw and wasn't supposed to see. And I say: Ugliness is a protective armor from the world, you understand? That's very comforting, right? I should thank God for my face. That's why the exilic Jew grew a nose, and a messy beard, and fur on his back, and a drooping tail, and became mouse-like

Epistolary Novel

Like watching your own porn

Doctorate on Black Circle

I send her a friend request from a fake profile and put her on "see first", and follow every post of my new friend first thing in the morning before "I give thanks" [Translator's note: A Jewish morning prayer]. I just wake up from the dream and immediately open Facebook - and it makes me forget the dream

Judaism's Betrayal of Men

If you have a union with your wife - then you will fix the upper worlds - and let her think about her lover. It's not your business what her fantasies are - as long as you fantasize about the world of Atzilut [Translator's note: The highest of the four spiritual worlds in Kabbalah]

My Longing for the Era of Terrorist Attacks

I invite special burglars from the police - and they surround the house, keep me away, and my wife goes crazy: Why did you buy him this new computer? And I say: How could I have known?

The Last Man

Three beautiful and especially bountiful identical twin sisters sneak into my bed, born as triplets (it's very common with all the artificial inseminations). And I'm mesmerized by the six identical breasts, spilling over me from all directions, and I don't know what to do with myself

The New Judaism

And I wait for her to leave, and all the unclean animal dolls I turn into clean animals, drawing them hooves and clefts, and exterminating vermin from the house like Mickey Mouse. And I also correct the books: I turn Winnie the Pooh into Winnie the Fowl, Kofiko into Tzadiko [Translator's note: A play on words, changing "monkey" to "righteous"], Raspberry Juice into Grape Juice for Kiddush and Havdalah [Translator's note: Jewish rituals], Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs becomes Shechina [Translator's note: Divine presence] and the Seven Haredim, and The Wizard of Oz I simply turn into Job

The World's Genitalia

Without the destructive Western split between body and soul - a Jewish-Chinese union against the West!

Sleeping Like a Baby

What's the biggest compliment for a lover? I feel like he's reading me from the inside. And this, simply, is the reason there are more and more homosexuals - everyone wants to be passive in sex, even men. Everyone wants to be lazy and desired and courted and for someone else to make an effort to make them laugh, not them him, and they just lie back on their back or stomach and enjoy. And this is also the secret to why people prefer a movie over a book

The Genocide-Correct

It excites me so much to be crushed under my wife, that I start arguing to heat her up so she'll crush me again, more, heavy, hard, for her to choke me with her two enormous breasts, for her to shut my mouth by simply covering my face, to feel the inferiority of man under woman in our times, and her spiritual and physical and sexual superiority, which arouses me terribly, and especially the full realization of a woman's right over her body

Angel of Destruction

Look what evolution the secular have undergone! Once, the secular would claim: My grandfather was a monkey. Today the secular claims: My grandfather was a rabbi. The generation is rising, and especially the generation of grandfathers. And the most valuable grandfather is a Holocaust grandfather. Even a Moroccan grandfather is good these days. You see how I understand everything because I'm religious? She won't understand anything, and you know why? Because she's secular

Kabbalah of Women

I come in the morning to the room next to her room to talk to her, and I see the bathroom door opening and I say great now I'll see her unintentionally and not my fault coming out naked (which I've never seen)

Dream About Shin After Marriage

And I search for her in the streets and discover streets I haven't walked in for years and I want to save S., and my daughter-in-law is angry at me that I was late on Shabbat. And then I tell her that there's S., and the friend I told her about is S. and she's a former partner and not a friend

Eye Color

I only have a few months to see and I won't finish the book and I start crying to them, that just as I started writing my big book, my masterpiece and magnum opus, and I need two more years and just now and it's not fair. But inside I feel that it is actually fair and I deserve it - eating my heart out over all the time I wasted (and on someone who didn't want me)

The Third Lebanon War

And I think to myself: Would I really trust Haredim with nuclear weapons? After all, it's possible that the red button is with the greatest rabbi of the generation, but he doesn't want to take responsibility and gave it to the neighborhood rabbi, who doesn't trust himself so he entrusted it to the gabbai [Translator's note: synagogue assistant], and now during prayer behind the synagogue the gabbai's child is playing marbles with the other children with the red button. And I ask: Where are the green uniforms?

Eve of the Holiday

She's angry at me for not answering her texts, and the whole conversation is angry even though I don't want it to come out unpleasant, but the truth is I'm also very angry, and all the anger is kind of suppressed, for both of us. And I say that I asked her not to write and that I don't want to hear from her ever again in my life no matter what happens, no matter even if she really needs me too, I mean. And in the end I can't overcome it and ask, because if we're already talking - and I didn't want to talk at all - but you know

The Last Time

And I'm surprised that she has any ability to hear me at all even though he's also talking at the same time, because I myself can barely, because he reminds me of how I was foolish and complacent. And I didn't understand that I was losing her this time for good. And every time in bed I'm surprised by her anew, that she has a desire to continue to listen, with big big pupils, especially now after the engagement. And again and again inappropriate things that I shouldn't have said come out by mistake

Cat Kaddish

I always miss her juiciness, and all the wildness I once loved, when I thought both religious and cat, and she loved me too (who still remembers). And who knows what howls she makes for me behind my back, that everyone hears at night - and everyone talks. And whitens my face in public. And black circle is a currency passing among all the soft tongues, and everyone wants to bite it to check if it's real

Alternative History of the State of Israel

Even if the Messiah comes he won't solve the conflict (and therefore it's not worth embarrassing ourselves). In the end they'll think there's no divine plan and it was all a blunder after the Holocaust (as always), or worse - that it's a messed up and amateurish plan, something like the Exodus ending with the sin of the Golden Calf. So it's time for Plan B

The Birds

She asks me: "How don't you know?". And I say that she never shares with me what's happening in her marriage, in intimate matters, and I assumed nothing was happening. And she coos: "It happened just now two days ago". And I say that I talked to her now and she didn't tell me anything. And if it's two days ago it's not as bad as she describes. Maybe it's just a small crisis and it'll pass. And she's excited: "You don't know what she's managed in these two days". And I say: What did she do already?

Psycho-God

Public consciousness has become a dream! An endless and truly infinite collection of dramatic affairs, changing without connection, one after the other, apart from being associative variants of what really troubles the collective subconscious. And so consciousness changes at a high frequency, over years, and doesn't accumulate to anything, except for a vague feeling of distress, anxiety, helplessness. And that's my role as the psychologist of humanity to treat it. To bring it back to reality. And that's precisely by exposing the contents of the dream as a dream, he says with professional pride

The Story of a Queen

She will be my face outwards towards the world, my armor, the front - and I'll swallow inside her, and only occasionally peek out through the helmet and immediately return to hide inside. Just like a cat afraid to leave the house, or a Haredi afraid to leave the faith, or a dreamer afraid to leave the bed, or a writer afraid to leave the computer, or a circle afraid to leave the black lines - or a man with a fantasy of being inside a woman. And I embark on a brave, daring and experimental journey to search for my dream queen, according to the Jewish code of chivalry

Speech by the Honorable Prime Minister Cat-Meow

Facebook is the existential enemy of our people, and has added a secret and vile poison potion to its algorithm, within the Protocols of the Elders of Zion (who today are old gossiping women), as part of the global network conspiracy: Facebook checks what words are in the post, and strongly promotes posts on the hot topic it identifies, which is the latest scandal of the 5% against the 95% silent profiles, to increase engagement - and thus amplifies every scandal like a resonance box until it becomes a deafening noise and thought. And if you write a post on an original topic of your own, but not on the latest affair, almost no one will see it

A Dating Site You Don't Want to Know

Why do women have breasts and men don't? It's really not fair. Couldn't I have nursed? Couldn't I have had a cleavage, which I would hide, and then collect favors for the pleasure even from a small favor? Why doesn't anyone desire me on the street, why doesn't anyone harass me? After all, if the world were reversed, men would be happy with harassment, and women would be exempt from it - so why the injustice? And I think where as a man will they treat me like a woman. Where will they harass me? Because people don't believe that a black man can secretly hide a small circular hole inside, and that a woman can have sidelocks and a beard

How I Stopped Worrying and Learned to Love Conversion Therapy

What would your mother say, if she were alive, that you've become an animal? And if it starts like this all men will pretend to be cats, everyone would prefer a cat's life, and what will the women do? It's hard to even imagine, because there's a feeling that if we dare to imagine something shocking will come to our minds. Something better not to imagine even. Not to give ideas. No no, it's not personal, if we give in to you - it always starts with one cat - and ends with a snowball of fur and howls, and the cat will start to gain momentum, and it will end in revolution. At the end of humanity

How I Became a Nazi and Mass Murderer

Anyway I don't like meat and I don't like animals. They always seem like disgusting creatures to me - less God-fearing than secular people and more smelly than Haredim. I'm terrified of dogs sniffing me, startled by cats looking at me, and from mice I simply run away. Every encounter I've had with animals has always ended in some kind of comic effect at my expense. Like that time at the zoo when a penguin bit me - because I tried to ask it where its shtreimel [Translator's note: A fur hat worn by some Hasidic Jews] was

The Future of Black Judaism

During that period the whole Earth dries up, and there's no mikveh [Translator's note: ritual bath], because it stops raining, and the Jews become extinct. And even when they bring them a thin pipe, that will stream water from space to the sky, they say it's vessels, drawn water. And women travel to distant planets to immerse, but don't manage to return. Because the distances are astronomical between women and men. And all life is slow and limited to the speed of light, because space is already a different kind of exile, much darker and deeper

The Problems of the World's Most Famous Writer

Does anyone know why he stopped writing? Once people used to wait for his new book, and today they've already forgotten who he is. It's a shame, he could have developed into one of the great writers of new Hebrew literature. He had tremendous talent. He used to be my favorite writer, but since then I've managed to forget what he wrote. And people gossip about him

Portrait of the Artist as a Young Cat

They cut off my tail in a cat circumcision ceremony, and then the Satan cult burned me and that's why I'm black, and then I was saved from being roasted by a Thai worker only to be wounded by a Palestinian worker, who stabbed me as a Jewish cat and then I started writing from the wound, and so I discovered that I'm actually a female cat who was raped, and writes from the hole of the black circle

God Supports Bibi

A disgusting cult of suffering - all this tormented Jesus, oh have mercy on you, you son of a bitch, who thinks he's the son of God. And now I don't know what's happening to me anymore, because I find myself defending Jesus: But he was a good Jew, wasn't he? Have you read Flusser? And God snores something between contempt and smoke: I hated Jesus, this moralistic nudnik, from the beginning

Bibi Go Home

But I already see myself as a pioneer in the connection between the black and the world. The first aliyah [Translator's note: Jewish immigration to Israel] of cats from the floor of the world to the promised bed, to establish within it a home for the persecuted feline people. And most importantly: to renew black culture and institutionalize the new relationship between the Haredi cat - and the woman. She goes out of the house, brings income, she's the Prime Minister, and he's the tail of the government, her cat. God advocates female rule - and natural relationships between mistress and her cat. The courage to be normal

Samson's Choice

Is this serious? What, another Holocaust? Who the hell is writing this? What an illogical history, a nightmare. And the Air Force commander says: We'll intercept some. Some will get through. I'm sorry. The Arrow 3 system is limited. We'll pray to the Holy One, Blessed be He. And this religious statement from the Air Force commander seems strange to me. But according to protocol, there's no time even to process, let alone pray, but we need to decide immediately, and two words appear on the screens

The Mistress and Death

Why, scientifically, do stupider and more monkey-like people have more children? I mean, isn't that a bit dangerous for the theory of evolution? Or at least for political theory and democracy? Isn't this supposed to rapidly increase stupidity in the population, and return us towards the monkey? And all this because they didn't find where to progress after humans

How I Became a Fan of Bibi

Please God, my God and God of my fathers, open Facebook for us at the time of Facebook's closing, because how will I know now what people think about Bibi? Save us, how will they be able to read the dreams now, which have all disappeared in Facebook's innards? Please do not hide your ear, why close the only channel of communication with the world just for me?

The Great Love Story of My Life

Words can touch more than all the touch in the world, and a screen is all there is even between flesh and blood human beings. So it happens that this screen is skin, and it happens that it's light, containing black signs and even a black and round hole, meaning me. But this time at the end of love, when the screen turns off, and I have no excuse and no reason because I caused only pain and disappointment, I look at who was transparent to me until now, whom I didn't see, and understand that I was wrong all these years. There was someone else here

Why Was I Deleted from Facebook?

I want to warn you here about a serious phenomenon of exclusion that I've encountered, against us the unreal voices in culture. To shout here to all the friends against a destructive epidemic of return to realism, to authenticity, you see it even with Trump and the political wave of realness in the face. A trend of legitimacy only for the true story, instead of the creative story, all the time returning to the personal story behind the creator

How I Developed a Catholist Consciousness

Every minute I see the trash can across, and understand what's in store for me on the day the terrible quiet ends, the seemingly calm and relaxed, but actually teeming with feminine plots. Because we don't have shouting and howling at home, outwardly we're the perfect couple, living in a normal routine of a cat and its owner, but no one would believe what really happens at our place behind the door - and under the velvet fur

Every Publisher's Wet Dream

By the authority of the place and the authority of the congregation - they're excommunicating me even from Facebook. To what lower place can one descend? Where are the people? Where are the people who are really interested in fantasies and a repressed and persecuted subconscious world, but with libido? And I remember the most popular search result that brings me visitors to the site, and they're immediately disappointed and run away, and I go even lower in Google - "Haredi sex"

The Circle's Victory Over the Square

How can it be that every time I choose to write a right-wing and conservative dream, and it turns out to be a left-wing progressive, technological dream? It can't be coincidental. There must be something in the computer, some deep computer, sitting inside and ruining my democratic individual choice every time anew

The Rise and Fall of the Black Circle

Everyone only wants things that have a black circle on them, because what's more elegant and advanced than a circle, and just black, and on a background of white snow. Simplicity is genius. How didn't they think of this before? And the intellectuals of the Stone Age say: The shtreimel revolution will change everything we thought about the head, and anyone who doesn't invest in a shtreimel will be left behind, in the snow, alone, with the intellectuals from the previous Stone Age

The Howl Inside Every Word

The world aspires to a state of low energy, which is a higher feline state, this is the second law of catodynamics, and spiritual laziness is already at such high levels that it's hard to surpass them. And indeed secularism is losing its appeal, because if once it was lazier than religion - today religion is easier than it, and worst of all - more natural. Who has the energy for evolution, when science itself supports the theory of catolution

Climate Denial and Holocaust Denial

And I ask: Are you even listening to me up there? A real, original cockroach stands before you, telling you a history of ideas from first person. Who was born, like you, after 2080 doesn't know at all what nonsense there was in my days, and only knows what nonsense there is in your days. Secularism replaced the fear of hell with fear of global warming, and the desire to reach heaven with the green aspiration to preserve the quality of the environment

The Mistress and the Cat

All the other black cats think exactly the same bad thought: We must erase the net from the face of the earth, and not leave even one small tail, from which the monster will grow back. And the mistress returns from the kitchen and brings me a bowl and places it before me on the floor and her a bowl and places before the computer. But she doesn't guess what my tail is plotting, because her head isn't here

An Outraged Letter to the Editor

It's not too late to eliminate Bashar - there's a fundamental moral importance in this like in killing Eichmann. He must not continue as if nothing happened. On Israel's terrible crime in Syria. A letter sent from Black Circle to the "Haaretz" editorial during the height of the civil war in Syria that was not published

A Cat's Conversation with a Circle

Money is defined as what everyone wants. Meaning as a mediator of desire, desire that becomes an object. Sexuality is defined as who everyone wants. Meaning desire not as a means but as an end, desire that becomes a subject. And therefore the mixing between them arouses so much resistance, and is done in secret (through the institution of marriage). In short, we'll have to create a currency of learning, an incentive for learning. To increase intellectual pleasure in the brain until knowledge becomes the new money and creativity becomes the new sexuality

A Red Shtreimel That Says: "Make Judea Great Again"

The jester was a very important institution for government in the Middle Ages, like the prophet in ancient times, or the original role of Satan in the heavenly entourage - to interfere, until modern times when he was replaced by the writer. Only writers are more pompous people than prophets and their ability for jesting is limited, and when the prime minister looks for a literary jester it's hard for him to find one. A deadly serious government is the horror of the 20th century

Third Place in The Degeneration of the Nation's Short Story Competition: "The Kiss with the Secular Woman"

Judges' comments: "The Kiss with the Secular Woman" is a story that combines the experimental with the emotional to create a fundamental exploration of the connection between the two - and the price of experimentalism, its power and weaknesses. The story disguises itself as an ars poetica manifesto, reaching the point of theoretical conceptualization, but ultimately reveals itself as a decidedly personal story, of one whose life is his creation, and has no existence outside of it, and therefore his soul-searching - including the accounting of his romantic life - is a creative accounting. More than anything, this is a story of connection between cultures - secular culture and religious culture - where the twists and failures of this connection represent the Jewish condition. And also the circular condition.

How the Tail Saved My Life

Without voting, without army service, without being Jewish, without being Arab, without being married, without being single. I came to return the ID card and I want them to inject me with a chip. Like any other cat in the State of Israel. No more and no less. Equal treatment. And she says: Are you willing to be neutered?

One Big Cat - Against the Entire Left

The moment secular people understand that they are a minority and not in power, they will focus their energies on cultural creation, like the Jews. Now is the time to create the golden age of secular culture. Learn from us. You need to understand that from your perspective, the religious are the gentiles, and you are the Jews under siege - and seclude yourselves in the study hall. This will be your redemption, just as it is the spiritual suicide of religious culture

Sex with the State of Israel

So this is Israel's afterlife: Since I have no physical existence, I don't eat or drink, don't sleep or dream, but become a pure political animal, a pure and clean soul of the Israeli person - my spirit lives only from election to election and from news broadcast to news broadcast, without all the unnecessary filling in between

The End of Feminism

Until the Bodybuk stage, when there was only Facebook, people would offer their beautiful face. But the moment the biological social network began, women who enjoy more revealed this and enjoyed enormous demand from the best men. As with everything in late sexocapitalism, the gaps and inequality widened: there are women who became billionaires of orgasms and there are those who became completely impoverished

The Final Moral Solution

The movement calling to leave the humanities faculties and change biology itself, which is the source of injustice, through social genetic engineering, grew stronger and stronger. After all, both sexes suffer constantly, and worse - wrong each other constantly, in countless ways that the culture industry has made clear even to the most idiotic right-wing voter

A Strong Cat for Israel's Future

There's a right-wing mafia in the deep state - in the army, the stock exchange, the rabbinate - that the previous right-wing Bibi planted there, and it's impossible to overcome it and therefore impossible to make peace. But look your cat in the eyes, do you want a right-wing prime minister?

Sex and Diaspora Judaism

A million Jews in Japan and a million Jews in China - this should be Judaism's goal for the next century. This is the dream for the next century instead of Zionism. And then there will be a cultural flourishing of true Jewish-Eastern culture

When Vegetarianism Became State Law

You could have been born a cat, so according to Rawls' veil of ignorance you must support distributing property to cats

Iranian Nuclear Bomb Fell on Tel Aviv

A shameful thought crosses my mind: Finally there will be parking there

Discrimination Against Ashkenazi Culture

Eastern Judaism is a completely ridiculous concept. Is Spain east? Is Morocco east? It's the far west

Peace Begins Within Us

If I were prime minister, the first thing I would do is find a religious solution to the conflict with the Muslims. I would turn the Jews in the country into dhimmis [protected non-Muslim subjects] according to Sharia law by paying the jizya tax - and put an end to the conflict. I'm in favor of Ahmadinejad being president of the State of Israel

Israel-Russia War

We are the sinners, who allowed Assad to slaughter hundreds of thousands a hundred kilometers from here with complete indifference, now we're paying for it

Aristotle Sexually Harassed Me

She screamed, and it seemed to me like complete jealousy of the mouth towards the anus, and I thought about the unfair discrimination between them

The First Ultra-Orthodox Chief of Staff

It's been 40 years and you still haven't learned that your main problem on the Palestinian front is non-lethal weapons? You need to be more creative, because the competition with the Arabs is not who is stronger, but who is more creative. When myth fights myth, you need to employ literary imagination

What's Your Opinion on Rape?

How does the media manage to endlessly replicate the conflict and create the conflict with the Arabs? Only because the conflict activates those involved as a narrative

The Housing Crisis and the Jewish Problem

They should have long ago separated into two states as happened in the Bible: the State of Israel in the coastal plain and the State of Judah in all the rest. And it's not clear to me why the Israelis agree to be ruled by the Jews, contrary to our ancient tradition of always quarreling and splitting

How I Committed Suicide and Lost My Virginity

And I walk towards the attack and the explosive belt is several sizes too big for me and my pants keep falling down, and I'm afraid I'll hiccup or cough or sneeze and in the end I'll be one of those clumsy terrorists who didn't manage to blow up anyone but themselves

The American Dream

The American Empire has finally reached the most mature and supreme stage in an empire's power – the Caligula stage, where you can put completely crazy emperors, and the imperial mechanism is so strong that it doesn't matter who the emperor is, on the contrary, a crazy emperor doubles Rome's power

Rabbi Yuval Noah Harari

The 6th century BCE was undoubtedly the most important century in human history. Within a few decades we see a global intellectual boom in all major cultures: China (Confucius, Lao Tzu), India (Buddha, Jainism), Persia (Zoroaster), Judah (beginning of the Bible) and Greece (Thales and the beginning of Greek philosophy)

The Twin Law

What you don't understand, or don't know, is that the Druze are Shiites. And the Sunnis and Shiites hate each other much more than they hate Jews

To Hell with Gaza

Each of the boys and girls will give a moving speech that they want to live and are full of dreams, and commit suicide against the occupation like Gandhi fasted against the occupation, and then blow themselves up before the eyes of the world. It will be a suicide attack on consciousness

The Jewish Comedy

If I wasn't anti-Semitic the Jews themselves would build me the bomb and decipher the codes for me, and not push the Americans in the face, and the Nazis would win the war - thanks to the German Jews

Dream Now: Why I'll Vote Agudat Yisrael?

The secular can't make peace with anyone, the Lithuanians [non-Hasidic ultra-Orthodox] might be able to make peace with the Arabs, but only the Hasidim can make peace with Iran

The Four Species

Historians don't understand Nazism. These weren't racial laws - but sex laws. The different sexuality is the secret of the Jewish people's survival, the one that prevented assimilation through intermarriage for two thousand years. There are two sex cultures here that created parallel types of masculinity and femininity

The Sin of Hebrew Literature

Kafka is guilty of the Holocaust. Therefore it's necessary to correct nightmare literature with dream literature

Men Prefer Bitches

From now on every man from age zero wears special augmented reality glasses that hide all women on the street in black. It's simply a brilliant patent for guarding the eyes, so a person won't be able to know at all what a woman looks like until the wedding, so he won't even be able to dream about her

Disputed Land

And husband and wife argue: And you told me we were wrong to sell the apartment! And she curses: Blockhead, now there will be crazy price increases! And a man complains: What bad luck I have in life, right in the middle of sex. And the other cries to him: You know what hurts me the most? That now the Arabs will be happy

When the Parasite Meets the Host

The problem is that you don't study Talmud and therefore didn't understand that you need to deceive the state. Where is your crooked, Jewish thinking?

The Tree of Life

Ariel Sharon's dream. Special for Tu BiShvat [Jewish holiday celebrating trees]

Aptzkarshut

A play. Black Circle's final work. "Linguistically brilliant, ideologically fascinating and elegantly navigating between nonsense and mysticism" (-Prof. Shimon Levy)

Exclusive Interview with Black Circle

The most subversive interview in Hebrew literature. Black Circle opens his mouth about the entire world

Demons

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The Degeneration of the Nation


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The Degeneration of the Nation

The Last Man

Three identical, exceptionally beautiful and voluptuous twin sisters, born as triplets (which is very common with all the artificial inseminations), sneak into my bed. And I am mesmerized by the six identical breasts, spilling over me from all directions, and I am beside myself

By: Extinct Tail

Father of the Nation  (Source)

I dreamed that I was the last man in the world. At first, I'm afraid to poke my nose out of bed - lest they eliminate me, God forbid - after all, it's only because I didn't come out from under the blanket that they forgot me here. But then I realize that in a world of women only, even if I might be an inferior creature - sexually and socially - I am a world-class attraction. And who knows what's happening outside, surely there's abundance and world peace, and surely all women walk naked in the street, now that there are no men, that's how I imagine it (I'm still a man, after all). And I go out to the street from my den for a stroll, and all the women, who are actually dressed and impeccably groomed, look at me, with a mixture of desire-disgust-admiration-nostalgia, and it turns me on terribly, and it seems to me (in my male brain!) that it turns them on too. Countless women stare at me shamelessly.

And slowly I become a celebrity. At first, many famous women want to date me, hundreds of women simultaneously want to mark an X on a man in their resume, and there's no greater prestige than being an ex of the only man in the world (even if the relationship lasted only one night). And if it's a conquest of someone very famous - it only creates more buzz. And so each time I find myself someone more and more amazing, a thousand levels above my league. And I think that finally what is written in the prophet is coming true, that in the end of days gender relations will be reversed - and women will chase after men instead of the opposite: "A woman shall court a man". The dream of the prophets has come true.

But the truth is that I think less and less about prophecies and dreams in bed, because it's hard to concentrate in the shadow of breasts. And there's already a regular segment about me at the end of the news broadcasts that's called "Tail News", and legions of fans crowd around my bed, and the queues at the entrance to the room stretch for kilometers. But very quickly my unscrupulous manager realizes that media power is also political power. I'm increasingly surrounded by the most ambitious women on the planet, and I really don't leave the bed anymore, just like in the beginning. Only now they've built a palace around the bed. And there's a ten-year wait for the harem. King of the world.

And I can't even move a hand or foot out of my bed even if I wanted to, and I don't need to either, because they bring me everything I need to the bed, or could even want. And there's an endless stream of naked women to my bed of all ages, who want to be with a man once in their life, even though the cost is ten years' salary. Or young women who want to lose their virginity to a man - a new trend among billionaire daughters, because prices are skyrocketing, and this is how they show the world they can afford it - there's nothing like making others jealous. What can you do, not all of them are lesbians, even though we've progressed a lot, and we don't need men for reproduction anymore, and it's also forbidden to produce them anymore (and honestly, it's not even possible - the Y chromosome has long been extinct).

And legends develop around me, about what a man really is, and how a man is in bed, and these stories feed themselves, because they arrive so excited that I don't need to do anything anymore, and I become a living legend. And they all say that the male brain is something special, and mixes fantasy and reality indiscriminately, and even the high-browed critics in the newspapers are ecstatic about the rich inner world of the man, which is so flattering - revolving entirely around women. And all the world leaders court me, because I'm so popular and above all controversy, and they come to consult and lie in my bed, because it's a unique prestige that the manager gives them for free. And they hold international conferences in my bed, which are always very successful behind closed doors, and the honorable committee members are very excited to award me the Nobel Peace Prize (and since I don't go outside - the ceremony is held under the sheets).

And so gradually I accumulate enormous power, thanks to my extremely forceful and ambitious managers in the palace, who rule the harem with an iron fist, and there's already a principled agreement to appoint me as a constitutional world sultan. He's the only one who can lead to unity - to be the head of the global village, because the male brain has a special view of reality (did you know that men don't care what nationality you are in bed? A man is a wonderful thing! They treat everyone equally, from all races, classes and backgrounds - including those needing nurturing from developing countries - if only they have a developed chest). And there's a new critical stream of femininity, of intellectuals who claim that only the complementary perspective of the man can save humanity - and it's so lacking in the world. And they long for the male depth we've lost of the classicists (is it a coincidence they're all men?), compared to our shallow and contemporary female culture, and they beat their breast over the sin of man's extinction.

And because conspiracy theories start to circulate that I don't really exist (and that they had to invent me!), they take the bed out to the balcony and I give speeches from it to the incited crowd demonstrating in my favor: I have male thinking that none of you have, I think about the world from the bed! My brain is located between my legs, not like yours between your ears, and from there many ideas grow for me. And all my commentators in the media explain: only a man who rules the world will bring world peace, and unite humanity in the face of catastrophic global problems, which we women have degraded the world to. Only the king of the world will turn us into a people. Together, all daughters of man.

And here on the night before the coronation, apparently as a very special gift, three identical, exceptionally beautiful and voluptuous twin sisters, born as triplets (which is very common with all the artificial inseminations), sneak into my bed. And I am mesmerized by the six identical breasts, spilling over me from all directions, and I am beside myself with desire. Unable to decide between them at all and becoming addicted to the femininity that envelops me without doing anything. And they tie me up, and I laugh, and then I see that one is holding a knife. And the second covers my mouth and the third brings ice, and puts it down there. And I still manage to think what kind of crazy game this is, when they blur me there. And then the three terrorists castrate me, and I look at them in amazement and tell them you've gone mad, and they say: everyone deserves the same thing - equality!

And they take it with them frozen, and hurry outside with the project's scientist, who closes the door in a white coat and promises: I have here in my hand hundreds upon hundreds of millions of children. In the next generation - normal life. And from now on no one will be interested in your ideas anymore, and you too - I promise - won't be interested in your own ideas anymore. And the main thing is that we won't have to hear these incomprehensible delusions of grandeur again in the tail news - even you won't understand what you wanted from them.

And she's right. The palace is closed, the harem is dispersed, and I'm back in bed alone, but I no longer have a unique bed-view, and I barely think about women. Maybe occasionally I remember how the whole world was a herd and I was the male, but I don't know anymore what I found in them at all. How could I worship those round lumps of fat, whose name alone would make me tremble all over from within: breasts. And I don't remember even one that it was really nice with her, or that I was really nice to her, or that she was really nice to me (and it's not that I wasn't nice, right?). But the world has long moved on, and it turned out that indeed no one needs me - even without me there is world peace. And all human beings are brothers.

Nightlife


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The Degeneration of the Nation

A Dubious Gallery of Characters

I'm begging the Chief of Staff, and using this subtitle for that purpose: Please, dear editor, don't assign me to write about Galeria again

By: The Bitch

When ideology becomes an excuse and the excuse becomes an ideology  (Source)

Contrary to popular belief, which holds that it's easiest for a critic to trash, for a cat to meow, and for a bitch to bite - the real challenge in criticism is writing about the truly bad. When there's not a single good word to lend credibility to the critique, when it's not even clear what the value of the subject of criticism is, and therefore it's unclear what the value of the criticism itself is and why to dedicate your time to the matter. Thus, there's no real point in writing about Galeria's weekend supplement, which embodies the bottom of the bottom of "Haaretz's" degeneration (so far!), but only about the "cultural" phenomenon behind the "cultural phenomena" supplement.

The Galeria supplement, which in itself isn't even worth a bark, is not a newspaper but an exhibition. It's not meant to express content but to represent, display, promote, show, and be seen (and advertise). It doesn't have writers but types of people: the Mizrahi woman, the Arab woman, the feminist, the old man, the new man, etc. Unfortunately, the gallery's display still lacks a black color. In fact, I'm convinced that if such a "human" type were found to fill the missing (and black) slot - Galeria would immediately slot them in. The fact that it doesn't matter if it's an Ethiopian or Eritrean writer (two quite different populations, as we know) - that's what's funny about it. And what won't you find there? Religious. Ultra-Orthodox. Right-wing. Cat.

Galeria is (by definition?) Haaretz's lowbrow culture supplement, in contrast to the highbrow culture that Zipper was (supposed to) represent. If Haaretz's supplement in the Uri "Blacky" Mark era represents the classic modern left - of injustice, oppression, and distress - imported to us from Europe, then Galeria is the embodiment of the new postmodern left of identity politics, imported to us from America. This connection between low (sorry, popular) culture and identity politics is not accidental. In both cases, it's about pretense, or perhaps staging, of real culture and content, where the representation itself is perceived as the content (collapse of the signifier into the signified? Does the meow replace the cat?).

What distinguishes real content (or in the political case - real action) from a representation of such? Content with news value should be innovative - saying something that hasn't been said before - while in representation, repetitiveness is what confirms it, because it's a performative theatrical ritual. When it comes to a newspaper, it's simply boring to read Tzafi Saar's predictable stance (representing the women's restroom side), or to expect exciting new developments from Zachar Beta every week (representing the men's restroom side). Both are there only because there are two sides to restrooms, which of course need "representation" (and let's not forget that today, restroom stalls are multiplying rapidly!).

So is the well-known ritual of a "promotional article" in Galeria about some product of low culture (book, show, movie, etc.) pretending to be an interview (blabber at the level of a vapid salon conversation). Or the ritual of the article about the important (yeah, right) cultural phenomenon (as if) that you haven't heard of (and rightly so). We all know the script of such articles. In fact, we could all write such articles ourselves without effort. The exhibition in Galeria is of the pathetic kind of an artist looking in the mirror and feeling brave as a tiger when in fact he exerted himself like a cat (see: The Plague of the Firstborn).

In this sense, of hollow art lacking standards, this is a very contemporary gallery, and kudos for having someone who expresses (=has nothing to say), and finally represents silenced voices (=who have nothing to say), and shows us on the superbly designed cover (=replaces the pressing need to say something of value) a black transgender stand-up comedian who turned into a Muslim feminist and asks to be referred to as a vegan cat. In Galeria, the left plays pretend with itself.

Haaretz newspaper deals a lot with itself - that is, with the degeneration of the Israeli elite, and particularly with the sources of its political failure. But Galeria is the failure of the left - the bankruptcy of the next generation. If this is where the young energies are going, and if this is where the thinking of the future generation is being shaped and expressed - then there really is no future. Because intellectual shallowness translates into predictable and clichéd journalistic discourse which translates into political impotence. Who would want to join such a crappy club? I swear, Chabad's Shabbat leaflet is more exciting, challenging, and creative than Galeria - and that's because the Rebbe was a wild genius, a rule-breaker and nonconformist (and a bit cuckoo...), while here conformism is the Rebbe. And he's not really the genius of the generation. Aren't there young, talented, and crowing cultural figures in Israel? Don't you have this in a bit more cuckoo?

If there's an article about culture in Galeria, it will always be at the level of culture industry and power politics in the field, for example institutional power struggles, appointments, pressures, or success with critics, consumers, or on the internet. This is the essence of Galeria's worldview: culture has no content, only power relations. This is the takeover of thinking by the political, and this is the hidden form of thinking that Galeria instills in its consumers. Hence also the shameless prostitution in favor of popular culture: what succeeds and is strong is culture, because there is no quality criterion, no hierarchy, only quantity of influence. Traffic turns from a constraint into an ideology. Therefore, all articles are boring because they don't deal with the thing itself, but only with dealing with dealing with dealing with the thing itself. What's important is what they say about who says about what they say. And who cares about that?

My beloved agrees with me that Galeria is the peak of Haaretz's disgrace as a newspaper, but argues against me that it's not ideology but genealogy that's at the root of the matter. Unlike other degenerating institutions, like Haaretz's supplement and Culture and Literature and the news pages, Galeria has no respectable history or tradition to degenerate from. It never had a golden age. It was a supplement for housewives that turned into a supplement for thinking housewives (and they still think like housewives, even if they're young hipsters). All this shows how important it is to preserve the remaining historical self-respect of the other supplements - lest they all turn into a museum of galleries, supposedly the most up-to-date and "interesting!" but in practice the most degenerate and boring. They're definitely on their way there. Galeria is a glimpse into the future of "Haaretz", when Lisa Peretz will be the newspaper's editor after Aluf Benn, and God will punish the Israeli intelligentsia for all its sins.

Haaretz Critique


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The Degeneration of the Nation

Against the Grain

Even the philosophy of science can be replaced with a theory of learning, which will replace "The Structure of Scientific Revolutions." On one hand, science is not a specific, timeless logical inference, and on the other hand, it is not a collection of incomparable paradigms. On the contrary, it is an evolutionary development, meaning a learning system over time, which adapts to reality on one hand, and on the other hand, increases in its level of complexity. Mammals are not the paradigm that comes after reptiles, but are built upon them, and it was not possible to skip directly from amphibians to mammals, and their adaptation to reality is not arbitrary - but also not strict. All this is in accordance with deep learning, where there are many layers to each paradigm

By: The School of Deep Philosophy (based on deep learning as a central metaphor for understanding reality)

Occam's razor is minimalist learning, tight around all positive examples - and Popper is maximalist learning, tight around all negative examples. The truth is in the middle, according to SVM (source)

Because of Occam's razor and Popper, science tends to have a minimalist bias compared to reality. In other words - there will be an underestimation of culture in archaeology (compared to the Bible, and this is a good example of a case where there happens to be a text), an underestimation of the abilities of children and animals, or of the progress of early humans (it will always turn out in history that things happened before the current estimate), an underestimation of the complexity of processes, and laws of nature, etc. That is, perhaps didactically it is beneficial for science to progress this way, but from a Bayesian perspective, there is a bias from the start to think that everything is simpler and more basic than it really is.

Therefore, the philosophy of science is a philosophy of learning about the world, and not of knowing reality (epistemology). That is, science is what is learned about the world and not the best estimate and hypothesis about the world. Because in learning, stages are needed and each stage needs to be minimal, while reality is almost never tight to the minimal, but between the minimal hypothesis that fits the data and the maximal hypothesis, and there are always missing data that complicate things.

Therefore, it's not paradigm shifts - but learning paradigms in science. The new paradigms are built on the previous ones. It was not possible to reach Einstein before Newton, and Newton has a place as a necessary stage in learning. Paradigms do not replace one another like fashions but are built on each other, expanding or opposing for example, and in any case, the reasonable thing to assume is that every scientific explanation given is partial and too simple compared to the truth, and so is every hypothesis. And so is every legal or psychological explanation for someone's behavior.

It's always a first approximation of learning, and then the truth is in the third or tenth approximation. That is, law or psychology are not human sciences in the sense of knowledge, but in the sense of learning about humans. Learning is based on what is known and not knowledge itself. Therefore, there is a big difference between law and truth, because of procedural learning methods - and procedural learning. And so in psychology, it is learning of self-perception, and perceptions are certainly limited because many people have limited perceptual ability intellectually, limited to images for example. And therefore, it is mostly image-based learning.

Therefore, if the first archaeological evidence for something is from a certain year - it is likely that it existed long before then. And therefore, there is always a tendency in science to see the past as more primitive than it actually was. Philosophy of science needs to understand that science is a learning system, and not a system of knowing or perceiving reality, and therefore it has its biases as a learning system. Just as art has a bias towards over-meaning of past works, because it is an interpretive system, and so do literature and religion, through the "assumption of genius" and the myth of the "exceptional person" or "divine revelation". So too, science has a tendency to underestimate past capabilities, because material evidence must remain in order to claim something, and because of Occam's bias. It is likely that the simplest explanation is not the correct explanation, because it is likely that we do not have all the data.

And if there is an explanation where the simplicity bias reaches absurdity, it is the philosophical explanation. In fact, this might be the definition of philosophy. The learning that has the greatest bias towards generalization. And in this sense, art is the learning that has the greatest bias towards lack of generalization. And the truth - is in the middle.

Philosophy of the Future


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The Degeneration of the Nation

Exposé: Gantz means "goose" in Yiddish

You voted for Bibi - you got Tsipper. If Bibi is ousted, Tsipper will have to quickly resign from "Culture and Literature" to receive his pension plan from Bibi - the position of head of the Israeli Institute in Cairo, in accordance with Case 10000. The correct literary choice - honk honk honk!

By: The Bitch

Gee gee who's coming? The next Prime Minister (Source)

Although the election results are (to a known extent) known in advance, it's still unclear exactly how and in what manner they will be bad, and therefore the entire people of Israel are tense awaiting the results of the "Short Story Competition". Tsipper must commit suicide for Bibi on Facebook, because if Bibi survives just one more year, Tsipper will receive his golden parachute. He really isn't asking for much, unlike Mozes, and it's unlikely that a police investigation will be opened on the matter, despite everything being recorded at the initiative of the suspect himself (on Spacecraft TV) - because it's simply legal (allegedly). Nothing leads to nothing, which in turn leads to nothing, right?

Indeed, Gantz makes serious mistakes that Bibi would never make in his life, such as saying "I will arrives" instead of "I will arrive" [Translator's note: This refers to a grammatical error in Hebrew] - but that's because he's honking. On the other hand, Bibi identifies too much with Tsipper in his desire to feel like the head of the opposition despite being the head of the coalition for two thousand years. Bibi's deep identification with Tsipper also causes him to cling to his seat forever, promote mediocre ministers on the front page, and post clownish-anxious-pompous posts, in his search for a literary genre befitting the dimensions of the hour. Many claim they have less than a year left to enjoy the pleasures of power and flattery, but who knows what damage they are still capable of doing to judgment and norms?

Thus, our reporter learned that inspired by Tsipper, the lover of French culture, Bibi will eat the poor goose's liver (a refined French delicacy!) and try to import the French law as well, which is the enlightened law that has ruled Tsipper's kingdom for years - Louis XVI will never be moved from his throne, no matter what (and what the level). This is exactly how the two have become accustomed to seeing their kingdom as their private estate, which led them to commit the offense of breach of trust to their subjects. And then they wonder - what caused the true friendship between the two Benjamins?

So if there's nothing to read - vote goose. Gantz - strong against a weak supplement.

All this is true in real life. But in literary life - vote Bibi. Vote Tsipper and Bibi, vote Bibi and Tsipper. Like in a slow-motion accident, one can't help but wait to see what will be the end of this plot, and there's no doubt that Bibi's power stems from this literary tension, and that's exactly what Tsipper identified. This is the secret of the villains' power - it's precisely their extraordinary libidinal weakness that can't help but arouse in the human heart both identification and hidden affection. They are human, too human. This is the secret of literature that makes us tremble for their fate - they are two characters from a novel whose paths crossed, seemingly different but reflecting each other. Unfortunately, Israeli literature chooses boring goose characters, and Israeli reality chooses Bibi and Tsipper. Topsy-turvy [Translator's note: "Hafuch al hafuch", an Israeli expression meaning the opposite of what's expected]. Enough with geese in prose. A person whose private phone contents don't even allow for blackmail - is not a person. He's a goose. And that's exactly what's needed at the head of a state. The Bitch votes for Gantz, but secretly hopes Bibi will be elected.

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The Degeneration of the Nation

On Political Morality (Part 1): Why Does the Left Always Fail and the Right Always Appear Foolish?

The Left and the Right are almost always correct in their observations about reality: Palestinians are unfortunate, Palestinians are dangerous, the poor are unfortunate, the poor play the victim, animals are in danger, the Earth is in danger, rape is terrible, murder is horrific, criminals are dangerous, criminals are unfortunate, capitalism succeeds, capitalism fails. Each side invests a great deal of energy (and excitement!) in emphasizing its trivial observations, but the failure lies elsewhere: in the simplistic derivation of solutions, which fails to understand the existence of feedback loops in chaotic systems, and is disconnected from the only political solution that has worked in the last 500 years

By: The Third Cheek

"You shall not turn aside from the sentence which they declare to you, to the right hand, nor to the left" - Rashi: Even if they tell you that right is left and left is right (Source)

The Earth is warming. The Earth is warming. Don't you notice that the Earth is warming? If the Earth continues to warm, the Earth will be boiling. Don't you understand that we must stop the warming of the Earth before it boils? The conclusion: Morality dictates that we must stop the warming through (trivial, non-economic means, contrary to agent behavior in game theory, and therefore ones that don't happen, and that contradict everything we know about systemic behavior and what has ever worked). I am moral - because I am against global warming. You are not moral! Shame on you.

In recent years, thanks to the external cultural change of global warming, we are witnessing the real-time intensification of a new left-wing political trend, and opposite it, a confrontational right-wing politics. This phenomenon allows us to examine closely the formation of the basic political failure that drives the world of current affairs, public consciousness, and the political arena, and renders them irrelevant and powerless - compared to the economy, technology, and even culture, which have become the true engines of the world. How did we reach a situation where sometimes even culture has more long-term influence on reality than politics and the public sphere?

The same structure of "political morality" will also work on the topic of vegetarianism (domesticated animals are in an unreasonable state. Conclusion: eating animals is contrary to morality. Shame on you!), or even on the minority status of (fill in your favorite minority here, or even the female majority or the middle class). Due to lack of interest to the public and the cat, we will only note that the same structure of turning a real problem into a moral issue, deriving a simplistic moral (and moralistic) solution from it, and turning political discussion into a moral one, can be applied to almost every contemporary public debate. Morality has become a mechanism of collective stupidity, not because it is foreign to us and we are "not moral," but because it is too natural to us, despite being a rather modern and completely failing construct.

Morality presents a completely failing model of human behavior, in its simplicity and linearity of cause and effect (and therefore, for example, sees the world as a mechanism for applying moral forces. Poor people? Give them more money! Simple, isn't it?), and mainly - morality has never solved any real and actual problem. And yet, broad publics (and the public sphere in general) tend to turn to it in a kind of automatic and lazy mechanism regarding any problem, and it seems to them as superior (morally! Superiority and morality have become almost synonymous) to any other direction. This is the Kantian fallacy, which connects intentions to results in the current consciousness, as in a physical category of cause and effect. And if the results are not good, then the intentions were not good enough. And therefore, educational and ritual work on intentions must always be invested. Shame on you.

What can we do, when in the vast majority of problems, intentions are good, the problems are known, and there is broad agreement about them, and only the means completely fail? And the means that do work, that have proven themselves for hundreds of years, are completely absent from the horizon of public thinking, because they are morally neutral, do not establish anyone's narcissistic superiority, are not related to intrigues and power struggles in the monkey community, and few people understand how they work (despite everyone benefiting from them).

After all, what is the real and reasonable solution to global warming (as one emerging and paradigmatic example)? Does anyone really believe that we will succeed in educating humanity, in its various countries, cultures, and approaches, to stop polluting, contrary to the clear and immediate economic interest? And contrary to any conclusion from game theory, where it is almost impossible to move multi-player systems from an equilibrium where everyone pollutes a little and benefits from it, to one where "let's all suddenly be good"? Is the moral solution logical?

In fact, all Earth advocates are aware of the only possible solution, but they repress it because they don't understand it, and all public discussion turns political, to the detriment of the matter. All the enormous energies and resources - public and private - invested in education, preaching, subsidies for renewable energies, environmental quality offices, recycling, growing vegetables on the roof, and any other action against economic interest (and therefore at enormous cost), responsible public discussion and an effective political sector should have channeled to only one place: an increase of several orders of magnitude (say a thousand times, or ten thousand times) in the budget for scientific research to address these problems, including basic research. But of course, this issue receives only marginal attention in public discussion, and consequently in resource allocation, because it does not serve to establish a moral claim, and therefore not moral superiority, and therefore not superiority, and therefore not a counter-reaction from the side on which superiority is condescending, and so on in the society of superior primates.

In every substantial problem, money should have been pouring into academia from the ears, attracting the greatest minds to deal with the problem (instead of dealing with exits), and still the costs would have been lower than any other action - and more effective than it. Because only when green energy becomes economically cheaper than polluting energy (and scientific research is definitely on the way there, for example in increasing the efficiency of solar panels and the efficiency of electricity storage in batteries) - then pollution will stop. Not for moral reasons, but economic ones. It will simply be cheaper. Just as the use of coal (the primary engine of the industrial revolution) was stopped, simply because oil is cheaper and more efficient (and therefore, not coincidentally - also less polluting). And as the use of oil is being phased out because gas is cheaper and more efficient (and in a case that is not a coincidence - also less polluting, because there is a correlation between pollution and inefficiency). Only when a non-polluting electric car becomes cheaper than a petrol car - then people will switch to a non-polluting car, and if it's also autonomous - pollution will decrease even more. Only when there is an efficient and cheap way to absorb carbon and perform effective climate engineering - then the greenhouse effect in the atmosphere will be reduced, and humans will move to control global weather as they control air conditioning.

Anyone even generally familiar with scientific research can easily point out at least ten different possible directions in basic science that will lead us there (for example, genetic engineering of carbon-absorbing plants. For example, nano-materials that will be efficient carbon absorbers). All are budgeted with amazing parsimony relative to their significance, and relative to the rate of progress that could have been achieved in them if funding had increased by orders of magnitude - because scientific funding does not answer the psychological need for someone's arrogance. True, recycling will never be a practical option that benefits the environment more than the damage it causes by wasting resources, until it is done autonomously (for example by robots that collect, sort, and process all the waste in the world - because raw materials are economically worthwhile!), but what is that compared to educating children about recycling so they can preach to their parents. Is that not positive? They will be able to grow up to be moralistic preachers like us, in an infantile public discourse. That's - education!

This is also the case with the issue of vegetarianism. The moment artificial steak (grown from culture, for example. And there are many other directions in research) becomes cheaper, and perhaps also healthier, but no less tasty, than real steak - a vast majority of meat consumption in the world will switch to it, and the agricultural meat industry will undergo a transformation to a truly automatic meat industry, simply because it will be cheaper and more economical. Those who continue to raise animals to grow meat (such an inefficient and archaic method!) will simply go bankrupt. But what percentage of the resources of the animal rights movement is invested in the direction of funding this research (which could accelerate it wonderfully), compared to other, moralistic directions? If every day is Auschwitz for animals, why not invest in the scientific-technological development of the weapons that will defeat the Germans, instead of trying to convince the Germans that they are not moral? After all, it is known that there is nothing that convinces a person to moral action more than calling them a Nazi.

Continued in Part 2: The Solution to Conflict, Poverty, Women's Status, and Idiocy

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The Degeneration of the Nation

The Mistress and Death

Why, scientifically speaking, do less intelligent and more primitive people have more children? I mean, isn't this somewhat dangerous for the theory of evolution? Or at least for political theory and democracy? Isn't this supposed to rapidly increase stupidity in the population and return us towards the ape? And all this because they couldn't find where to progress after humans

By: Extracorporeal Fertilization

The Maiden and the Biological Clock - The Cat as a Modern Version of the Angel of Death Attacking Single Women (Source)

I dreamed I was a cat - and I want a kitten child from my mistress. Because why do all the others, even people who don't really raise the average in the population, have children like themselves, and only I don't have a child like me? Wouldn't it be nice to walk with a kitten on the street, so that all the others could envy that they have a mediocre and normal child - even reasonable - while I, on the other hand, have a feline child? A child with clean fur who knows how to meow, while their children scream and make a mess. And when these human animals - influenced by Freudian drive theory - constantly wail that awful word: "I want", he looks at me with a sincere and sad gaze and says: "Meow". After all, how is it that barbarians always multiply - and culture always goes extinct? Why, scientifically speaking, do less intelligent and more primitive people have more children? I mean, isn't this somewhat dangerous for the theory of evolution? Or at least for political theory and democracy? Isn't this supposed to rapidly increase stupidity in the population and return us towards the ape? And all this because they couldn't find where to progress after humans. After all, all of culture claims that humans are a dead end - and therefore now we can only reverse backwards. So it's time to move forward, open our minds and evolve from Homo sapiens - to Homo cattus.

And anyway, I think to myself in bed, who wants a human child these days? What people really want is a cat child. Freudian theory has completely corrupted the soul of the human child and turned it into an unbearable creature, with a false consciousness of a screaming consumer. Because the capitalism of childhood is modern psychology, where the parent is the emotional service provider to the small customer who is always right. The polite "please" turned into the friendly "if you don't mind" which turned into the neutral "I want" which turned into the frightening "I feel like" which turned into the disgusting "I deserve" which turned into the revolting "it's my right", and in the end we find ourselves with rights discourse. How far is this from one small meow. Many times I've wanted to smack someone else's child, and this has never happened to me with a kitten. Therefore, for the future of the human race - it's precisely a mixed couple like us who should reproduce, to create a new species.

And I go to the mistress and meow to her: I want a child! And she bends down: Are you lonely? And I rub against her: No, on the contrary, I want one with you. Let's make a child together. And the mistress says: You can't make a child of a mistress and a cat. It's against nature. And I immediately scold her: Haven't you heard that love today can't be against nature? And she quickly apologizes: I mean, I didn't mean it's not natural, everything possible is natural, but it's not possible, is it? I mean, I'm sorry, it's legitimate for us to be a couple and celebrate our love, and be a proud cat and mistress in their inclination, because that's how we were born - cat and mistress! And everyone needs to accept that. But, what exactly do you want, a child with a human body and a cat's head? A cat's body and a human head? Although our love is the most beautiful thing in the world - our child would be a monster. I mean, don't be offended, it's not that I don't want a monster child, and am not capable of loving a monster, but the world will be cruel to it. It's not me, I'm enlightened, especially in bed, it's them - the darkness around the bed. And I start to wail that she doesn't really love me like she would love a real man - until she gives in. And we agree to go to the fertility doctor.

And at the doctor's we wait, everyone raises eyebrows at the cat in the hospital, and meanwhile all the women tell my mistress their terrible stories: I've been trying for five years, and then finally I conceived, and now I miscarried in the fifth month. I don't have the strength to try again, but I know this time it will succeed. Or: I remembered I want a child at age 44 and I know now it will come and the soul that needs to enter it is descending. But they no longer fund my treatments so I sold my car for a child. Or: I know that because of my huge Jewish nose it will be impossible for me to get a man, so I prayed until I received sperm from a handsome German who is also a fruit juice enthusiast like me, and it took me a long time until I found a donor who lost his nose, in a shaker accident, so that in the next generation the average will be marriageable. And the mistress says: I fell in love with a cat, and I don't know how to realize our love so that it bears fruit, and all the women look at her in horror. And I'm embarrassed, and say to her from my basket: Let's leave here.

And I tell her at night in bed: I think that at my advanced feline age, although I'm younger than you, I'll die in the coming years, and I already understand that I won't have a continuation. On the other hand, I've never left the house, and therefore I have eight superfluous souls. So even if I won't have a biological continuation, I can still have a spiritual continuation, if I manage to penetrate the hearts of the apes' children. If I manage to create a feline head in them, in a human brain. If I manage to convey the principles of feline thought, that will work on ape hardware. Then I still have a chance for a cat running in a human's mind. And since in future generations the intellectuals foresee people without souls - there's a chance that the spirit will carry one of the cat's many souls and it will find a human wick to continue burning. Some person who will read all the cat's writings, and understand what a universe was here, how much the cat was not like a human - but like a world. Yes, now I understand, my problem isn't a child - but an heir. Someone I can pass the tail torch to. The legacy of the great fur. Someone who will continue the dream after me. For in his death he commanded us the meow. And the mistress says: Next time I'm bringing a man.

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