Jumpstarting A Dissident Renaissance | with Lomez
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- Опубліковано 17 лип 2024
- Lomez is the founder of Passage Press, and something of a spicy dissident on Twitter.
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Enjoyed this one from a year ago very much. Now that we know the face behind Passage Press I would delighted to see him on your show again. I have seen him do several interviews since he has been doxed and I am sure he would be honored to come back to the Boyce of Reason show!
Keep thinking the delivery truck is outside my place. All jokes aside, solid talk.
Crap I meant to cut that! 😅
Hilarious! I was listening via my Bose headphones and went and looked to see who was backing into my driveway
18 hours till Lomez gives us a tour of the longhouse. Should be good 👀
Longhousen¹ and canoes are inextricably linked for local, ethnohistoriographical reasons. I can't wait to be reassured that the Canoe Meeting is from a different narrative arc.
I remember picking up a book with that illustration on the cover, "Behold a Pale White Horse."
@Helen Blavatsky, our wonderful🧺case in chat... great catch! ❤
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@@whiskeymonk4085 Did you like it?
How did you find¹²³⁴⁵ it?
Footnotes available upon request, street cred available for guessing at their respective gists⁰.
⁰ /dʒɪsts/; those of the aforementioned footnotes. This one's a freebie, since you subjected yourself to the lectureʰ of this long, unconventional haikuʷ.
ʰ this might be like holding a mirror to a mirror, an infinite but ultimately illusory hallway of mirrors reflecting less and less of the world to be mirrored; or did I just intend that you somehow aspirate the end of the word lecture?
No, this is a long, unorthodox haiku, as previously stated in metafootnote ʷ. I *insist* upon it. Let thát be what you take from this.
@@miroirs-jumeaux You're probably talking to whiskey monk, but in my case, I was a teen who was rummaging through the bargain bin of an independent book store.
Sneak peak from live stream yesterday was intriguing, so looking forward to this, Mr. Benjamin.
Women cannot attain rights without men yet they bitch
@@TxMyTx ... The rights they have lost today are in VERY large part, due to other women. Until those in these spaces / sports stop complying... nothing will change!
You're a great interviewer. Anonymity is important because it is against the grain, in that all influence from "the cathedral" comes through credentialship and personal prestige. It starts you of on an opposition square. Also I don't want to get fired.
Great talk. And I have now firmly articulated - at least to myself - that I am a dissident . I have avoided being more vocal in my friend group because the binary thinking is right think or maga / conservative. I can now say - no. I am a dissident to the narrative (s)
This was inspiring.
A++ title Mr. Boyce.
Wow this is awesome!! Loved every minute of it. Cars are absolutely next level and not just back then. They give one autonomy and the ability to move about where they choose in private. This is a qualitative shift. This is also why I am hugely opposed to the idea that most people should be using public transportation or that their use of a personal vehicle is disincentivized. I am also opposed to centralized automated vehicles. Especially if there is a way for the car to be forced to shut down or lock the doors and go to the nearest police station or government holding area ;p Anyway, here is a poem I wrote with some words you might like:
Yo Im like a needle lookin for hay
all the thoughts inside
ending up in dismay
removed the eyes no insight
weave the wool block the light
I'm sensing the rising hunger
now my teeth wont bite
adaptive like the blind
so I'm conjuring these symbols
lickity split here's the syllabals
my thoughts transcend time and space
taking me back retrace
back to the highschool boy
nervous and shy
playin video games to get by
contemplating paths taken
connecting the shapes
always see the segments
when is the lunch break?
now ima fight off the wyverns
paid the solitary penance
nucleur launch detected
my sattelites adept
all targets are selected
got us locked in text
strugglin with the sexes
too much trouble with truth
commiserating with the spirits
I'm at the bottle's end
debating fears like a hobo
on the one way train
these worries feel ingrained
but the chill has worsened
all I'm catchin are the flurries
fingers quicker than the brain
as I'm typing these lines
intuition pops from inside
defeat the robots of the mind
now I'm stuck in the game
feeling myself become tame
wise actions a bore
rather be soaring
but these problems wont abandon
back to the mmor-pig
collecting golden items
been enough mopin and lame
my life's a piece of circuitry
and I'm overclocking
steam pouring from my sockets
turning out my pockets again
I'm sagacious with the game
another goal another frame
but I'm concentrating on process
fleeing the froth and the fame
diggin my own ditches
just an attraction to the grit
caught a few more stitches
a bloodied composite
now I'm speedin through the scenery
transcendent memery
takes willpower to feed
the teaming masses and their need
my ribs pokin through
on this low emotion diet
still watchin sparks fly
doin time for mental riots
now ima strike back like a cobra
so many tussles with sober
been feelin like a turtle
my shell of majestic silver
it's me, hi, my only enemy
narcissistic personality
reborn again, yay, i'm saved!
too many bouts with the mirror
each shard of feeling
a stabbing scrape as it gleams
I'm like a trapped phoenix
struggling to escape the river Styx
caught in a vine network
pruning these leaves hella quick
tearing out the thorns
anticipation for the grapes
never give up on the tries
sayin fuck you to the fake
society and its prizes
obfuscation and lies
percolating from their eyes
attempts at traumatic bonding
promising reprieve
so many lames in focus
submissive aims make weak
twisting the truth they speak
I peer right through it
feel the chill of their coils
tightening at my neck
open my lips to speak
all I manage is a squeak
another struggle and a whip
another slap for each lack
in return the swift response
more sophistry and wisecracks
I like it. In my brain it came across as a rap song. So is the failure or impotence self Inflicted? Or is it the game being rigged? Nemesis? Like what is stopping you from taking the bite? Why can you only squeak?
@@mikedodson4595 Yea it is a rap song I just don't like calling it that upfront because it turns some people off from even reading it haha. It is lack of faith in myself, lack of reward from success, self destructiveness, fear of failure, laziness. I can only squeak because anything I say in my current situation that isn't within the accepted bounds will get me fired. And I want to quit at some point but I keep failing to take the necessary steps and get back on the good habits train.
Defenestrate the Overton window!
Wow...a breath of fresh air. Top shelf discussion. This cat gives me hope.
PS: Mark Twain articulated the Long House in:
THE ADVENTURES OF HUCKLEBERRY FINN.
Always said Trump v. Hillery was Huck v. the wida Douglass.
Huge missed opportunity to not ask him about plant maxxing.
Really great art in there! Holy fn talent!
WOOT WOOT!
@@NinjaKittyBonks NIIN KIIT
Are you joking lol
I've been making short films to this end whilst travelling ancient and wild places around the British isles over the past six months or so. I'm attempting to create artworks which do not feed negative outlooks and rather point to something transcending politics i.e. not letting the powers that be frame the way we see the world and these lands.
Whether I am succeeding in that, I will leave to you to decide, should you take a look.
Apologies for the plugging, but, gotta try as it's very hard to get a look in if you refuse to follow the trending topics.
All the best to ye, and my thanks if you do take a looksee.
JPW.
As someone who digests alot of content..from the laughing at Tiktok ones, to the 4 hour Theories of Everthing vids..Calmversations continues to hold my interest, and still be my Desert Island pic. And if the lights ever go out, I guess there'll still be books..which is the only downside to this Cathedral for me.
Dude got that idea from fight club.
Excellence in podcast form.
In anticipation of this calmvo, here's a storycito from my college days. Story is the same. My perspective has changed as I was musing about it this morning.. So I went to a small liberal arts college in the Pacific Northwest. (Same college attended by Matt Christiansen). Land acknowledgment of my own flavor: It was built on the old estate of an Elite power couple who were half owners of a fancy downtown department store. Way back before it was commonplace, they divorced after she saw him in a poolside dalliance. She had a telescope in her room at the manor house and would spy on pool-goers from the exclusive community in the hills overlooking a city of roses Anyhoo, nearly 50 years after they split the sheets and the land was sold to a college being displaced from its place in Albany, I found myself enjoying a Modern British Literature Course being taught by the head of the History Department. I always sat next to the head librarian, geek that I was and am.
One fine spring day, we were discussing our reading assignment. Essays on Sex Equality by John Stuart Mill and Harriet Taylor Mill. The prof soon noticed that the only people discussing it with him were the librarian and me. He then asked who had actually read the book. The Librarian and I raised our hands. The only women in the class, which was a rather unusual demographic. In a moment of fury, the prof sent us away and heavily suggested that by the time our next class rolled around, we needed to have read the book so that we could actually discuss its contents.
At 2am the following morning, a VERY drunk classmate from the party dorm on campus knocked on my door asking if he could borrow my copy of Essays on Sex Equality. I said no and shut the door in righteous moral indignation.
It has taken me nearly 30 years to arrive at a fresh opinion about these events. Back then, I was disgusted by my classmate. Today I find myself realizing I don't remember his name, nor do I have any idea of what sort of person he morphed into, but I can't help but think I'd like to go have a beer with him and apologize for not loaning him my book, or giving him my notes. And to listen to his opinion of just what it was like for him to attend that college
My college age self would probably have been good friends with those dreadful young ladies that lived in Jamil's dorm at Evergreen.
Here's to old age and treachery, and perhaps a return to at least some semblance of classical liberalism as the pendulum swings, if it does.
Loved this! Thanks
Did you actually read the book?
54:07 great and amazing talk but it’s Ernst Junger, not younger
When I was living in the middle east a lot of Pakistani guest workers would have "children's" videos on their coffee table. They might get back to visit their wives once a year. Never put two and two together.
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27:00 this is a huge factor that does not get enough attention
Btw every person that I have met that had a paper rout as a first job always turned.out to be decent successful people.
i know one guy who did who is in his 30s, doesn't have a job, and lives in a room in his parents' house.
@@deenzmartin6695 I'm sure there's horror stories ten thousand times worse than that. Does that mean that we should assume that everyone that had a paper route as a child should be seen as a potential Super Villain?
@@williambarry8015 definitely not. i was just offering a countrveiling anecdote. i generally agree with the sentiment of your comment.
wiiked smart
I just want to add that millennials were just as excited about getting cars as their parent's generation. We loved the freedom of driving around with friends and getting to our after school activities. I am 34 and remember in high school how nearly everyone was excited about driving. I lived in a state where you could get you learner's permit at 14, and many of my peers got one as soon as they could. In my high school, seniors were allowed to park in the school's parking lot. I would say a majority of seniors drove to school, and even some juniors were allowed to park at school as well. It was very uncool to be a junior and riding the school bus. Some students drove their parents old cars, while others got their own when they started working. My husband, who grew up halfway across the country, had a similar experience in high school. He got to drive his dad's Camaro to school and to friend's houses, and he loved the freedom it gave him. Nearly all of his friends drove in high school. In addition, many of the people I met in college had similar experiences with driving as a teen as well. It was very much still a rite of passage in the 2000's, so I would avoid over generalizing about my generation, especially the part of my generation that were born from about 1982 - 1990. The desire to not drive is more an issue with Gen Zers compared to the millennials.
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Lomez is very good natured -. Benjamin you really should resist the temptation to giggle at some of the propositions that come up in your calmversations!
It's VERY funny, but your guests can be quite 'earnest' and vulnerable'!
Oh, Andy, poppycock!! Maybe it gives them permission to be prim. THAT would be a relief. I'm sure not gonna do it. Well, I might.
1:25:00 I feel a sort of "negative theology" is needed to find the bounds of "this space." Look at what it is not and you get a better sense of what it is
More Lomay
Please try to get Academic Agent on sometime.
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so what's a longhouse?
Yeah, I bungled that part of the calmvo by not drilling in on the definition before launching into the topic. Further reading:
www.firstthings.com/web-exclusives/2023/02/what-is-the-longhouse
@@BenjaminABoyce thanks man. keep up the good work.
Fight club is real!
My generation started driving in the late 2000s, the car at that point wasn't this symbol of adulthood or freedom. It was but only as a gilded image of what everyone really believed about these kids who had the newest gen cell phone and personal cars.
Cognitive dissidents 😏
My theory on why the younger generation have no interest in cars is because they were literally chauffeured everywhere they went. They didn't get to walk to school,ride a bike. They were stuck in traffic in the car all the time. To them a car is just a appliance no different than a toaster or a microwave oven.
Not really true everywhere,I live in a suburb of a major us city and a lot of kids walk and ride their bikes to school. I live in an old town that has well thought out streets and is well integrated with public transit. Where I grew up however, we didn’t even have sidewalks and most people lived in suburban housing developments that were built in the middle of fields, so yea you drove everywhere.
Gas is expensive too, just because you have a car doesn’t mean you have the means to go wherever you want, you have the freedom to - but do you have enough vacation days and money for the trip? I own a car, but am really happy I get to use trains to commute to work, and can even ride my bike to work in the summer. I feel a lot more free riding down a forested bike path than sitting in gridlock traffic on the interstate.
I thought it happened because prices exploded. I got my license in 2000, and I have been sickened by how much prices grew over the past 6 or 7 years.
Few secs in and every fourth word is 'like'. Sorry...this is a click-away sign for me. It means his head has been colonized and patterned by a pop-culture tropes and usually signals someone who's mind is filled with said tropes and imagines themselves more intelligent and with ideas that are more ingenious that what they really are.
Like 102 is mine. It's not prime, but it's mine. (Different podcast, I know.)
Step up your game, you unwashed hoardes of viewing like-button abstainers! Al Gore's rhythms are participatory.
There are so many conversations and podcasts about how women in their 30s are basically doomed to be single forever because all the good men got snapped up early. How is it helpful to talk about the bleakness of marriage prospects for women who were either totally duped by Leftist ideologies and woke up "too late" or who have tried their damndest to find a suitable partner but have failed? What are mid-30s women who long to get married because they have experienced how unfulfilling the bill of goods called "career" is supposed to do? (And don't say dating apps, going out to places where men are, etc. If that crap worked, you all wouldn't be having this conversation.
Lmao women in their 30s have plenty of options, you just have to wade through endless garbage men, so a lot of them just give up, but they will usually find someone eventually. It's the men in their 30s who are desperate to be picked and resort to "pickup artist" bullshit to have meaningless sex rather than settle down.
1:34:10 Peterson's truck with being anonymous is that the person criticising doesn't have the morals of their own convictions.
Sniping from the darkness is not good for either sniper or snipee.
Peterson is concerned with personal responsibility for your actions.
Peterson is just sore that if he went anon no-one would pay any attention. Fame is probably addictive.
Lomez sounds like he has problems with women in authority.
I am beginning to think that the problem is not your guests, but your choice of invitation. You like stupid people because they make you feel smart so you platform them. Try choosing guests you disagree with.
What are you going on about bro
@@BenjaminABoyce
You're picking guests who validate you. That's creating an echo chamber. How do you think those form?
Does that also go for your choice of UA-cam channel mr Teddy?
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Do you see me agreeing or disagreeing? See Benjamin, this is the sort of viewer intelligence you have accumulated.
@@BenjaminABoyce Awe... he jut a'widdle poopie bear. 🐿