Category: Personal Reflections and Diary

My brave mother, with three kids, very little income, and a sadistic drunkard of a husband, always made sure she had a ‘run bag’ of money to get away with.

Thankfully, he actually adored her, and he worked hard as hell as an outlet for his frustration. But he never succeeded his father’s approval, in her approval, or ours. His behavior was largely the result of failing to get anyone’s approval. Her disapproval was largely the result of his alcoholism. Ours was simply terror.

I contemplated killing him for years, usually trying to fall asleep at night while he verbally terrorized my mother – starting at I think 11 or 12. More than a few times I stood there watching him sleep with a hunting knife in my 70-pound hands.

I couldn’t give a thimble for his life. I was happy to bear the consequences, and was sure, naively, that I would be vindicated. But I thought my mother would never forgive me, and I was worried she would be even worse off because of it.

I have extraordinary patience under hardship really. And I will work a very long time for my objectives. But what drives me relentlessly in pursuit of freedom it is that experience: we can never tolerate subjugation, because every man is corruptible.

The only rule is rule by all, and therefore rule by none: the rule of law, property rights, and property en toto: the total suppression of parasitism upon others.

Kill the evil. Punish the wicked. Advance the productive. Protect the helpless.

A Plan. A Weapon. Time. Determination. Perseverance. Execution.

Civilization is very fragile at the moment.