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I’m still technically on day 4 of a complete fast, but I’m almost at the end.
At this point, I’ve begun wondering: is 8 days really a good goal? Or should I try to push it further?
I guess that will depend on how I feel on day 8, but I’m thinking right now that there is no reason to not just keep pushing this to 10 or more days.
There is no real problem here. I don’t have high energy. I think if I was trying to write it would be difficult. But there is no suffering, and in fact, there is a kind of euphoria, which is a nice feeling.
When my mind wanders, I start to say “wow, I better go eat something,” and then I remember. But that’s all. It’s not really difficult for me. Though I’ve always been good at suffering and at self-discipline, so maybe I’m unique.
But if I’m going to 8 days, and I am definitely going to do that because I already told myself I was going to do that, then why not go further? I’m not going all the way to Easter, because I’m losing 0.5 kilos (1 pound) per day, and so that would not be viable.
But I feel great. Everyone should do this. I think most people could do this while working, if they used coffee (black, obviously, although I shouldn’t have to say that – black coffee has zero calories). How hard actually is your job? But to be fair, I quit my job because it sucked and it was boring and everyone just complained and I didn’t make any money, so now I can sit around and discover for the third time in my life just how shitty William Faulkner actually is. Man, is he shitty. He’s actually somehow worse than James Joyce. I thought maybe with my head in a bit of a different space, I’d be able to “get” what I was apparently “missing” in Faulkner, but there is nothing to get. It’s just complete garbage.
Most literature, in fact, is garbage. At least 90% of celebrated literature is an “emperor has no clothes” situation where people are supposed to believe it is good because someone who convinced them they are smart told them it is good. Some of the aesthetics are interesting, but if there is no commentary beyond “life is shitty and people are sad and also look at how clever I am,” then what is actually the point of wasting your time?
I do think there are a lot of good books, however. Because there are just so many books. But I have always felt I needed to go through and read the “celebrated literary classics,” and though I’ve done many of them, so many of them I end up just saying “what the hell am I doing here? Why is this worth my time?” Faulkner is especially painful because it is just so much work. I would rather dig a ditch. Maybe it’s not worse than Infinite Jest, and it’s just that Infinite Jest doesn’t have so many words that I do not recognize. But I would rather read Infinite Jest than Absalom, Absalom!, and I would rather dig a trench in the Donbass than read Infinite Jest.
Show me a man who would rather read Absalom, Absalom! than watch Inferno with Jean-Claude Van Damme, and I’ll show you a yellow bastard who deserves to die in the most humiliating way imaginable.
I have been rereading the bibliography of Ed Brubaker. I’m almost done with the Criminal omnibus and I’m not sure what I have to say about this just yet, other than that it is better than everything anyone ever won a Pulitzer for, combined.
Check the list. I’d say maybe Sinclair Lewis, I guess Steinbeck just because I mean, okay. Upton Sinclair, maybe. And yea, The Old Man and the Sea is good. Norman Mailer should have been hanged right alongside John Updike. Some of these are black women (????). They literally put Michael Chabon on there. I’m serious. Empire Falls is fine I guess. Cormac McCarthy should have been exiled to a toxic waste zone like in Stalker. Then after 2007, it’s just DEI and standard Jewish nepotism. Except for maybe the Sympathizer, which I guess is DEI because it’s anti-American and written by a Viet traitor.
Honestly, I haven’t read all those books. Obviously I haven’t. It would take forever. But I’m familiar with most of them, and I did a project a few years ago where I tried to read parts of all of them. Maybe there is some gem in there I’m missing. But actual good stories are not on the list. How is it possible you don’t give the prize to books people actually enjoy reading? What are these literature people trying to prove?
Why did Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas not win in 1971? Um…
How did Kurt Vonnegut never win anything? Elmore Leonard? Philip K. Dick? Tom Clancy?
You want to tell me “To Kill a Mockingbird” is better than “Clear and Present Danger”? This is like some straight-up tranny-tier gaslighting.
How is it possible that The Bonfire of the Vanities, possibly the greatest American novel this side of Moby-Dick, lost in 1987 to… some book I’ve literally never even heard of?
How did neither Aldous Huxley nor Anthony Burgess ever win for anything?
Here’s the real question: how in the actual fuck does Michel Houellebecq not win every single year he publishes a novel?
He is the master of the universe. No living writer begins to compare, and very few of the dead ones do. And people actually admit that, probably because much of the material is just as vulgar as anything Cormac that old coot put out and the people reading it don’t understand that they’re the ones being targeted. Well, maybe since he published that Islam book, people do sort of understand who is being targeted here.
I don’t know. Maybe I’ll read more of these Pulitzer books and try to gain some further understanding of what is going on. They are not all anywhere near as torturous as Faulkner, which is literal ditch-digging labor to read. I’m not reading any of those books by niggers though, I can tell you that much.
Anyway, yeah, I started with Ed Brubaker, and specifically Criminal, which is the best of his comics work. The character studies are as good as anything you’re going to find in pulp crime fiction for sure, but sometimes the plots are pretty strained, and feel a bit rushed. And the women are written poorly. And the way men, who are supposed to be very hard, deal with women, is not realistic. But the reflections on male emotional motivations and the complexity of identity are pretty good, and it’s fun, even when the plots sort of collapse in on themselves.
Part of the issue with comics is that they are first a visual medium before a literary medium, and Brubaker uses Sean Phillips, who is one of the single best comic artists of all time, and the books would be worth looking at even if you didn’t bother reading the words. It can become hard to separate the art from the writing.
Criminal is largely a tribute/homage/rip-off of Sin City, and it is not as good. It’s much different. But Sin City was always tight as a noose. It also didn’t have leftist bullshit or stupid woman behavior or ridiculous reactions of hardened men to ridiculous women behavior, because Frank Miller is a fascist and he’s Irish and he doesn’t fuck around with pansy nonsense.
But then you have the “visual medium” issue, and is Miller, who drew the books himself, as good of an artist as Phillips? It’s too different to really make a fair comparison.
In some perfect universe, Frank Miller would write a new Sin City story and let Phillips draw it. Miller is only 68, but he might be too wasted to actually do anything of value at this point. Those last Dark Knight stories he did were complete trash. Like, straight irredeemable garbage. To the point where I don’t even know if he wrote it. It was about like, Trump being a fascist? Controlled by the Joker and Darkseid? I guess he was trying to get back into good graces after making a bunch of comments he wasn’t supposed to make. But it was like he told someone else “just write an apology book about Trump or whatever.” It was goofy and the satire wasn’t really even satire so much as just a cartoon. A total waste of Rafael Grampá’s art.
If that is what he is up to now, he couldn’t write a Sin City story. Or rather, he shouldn’t try. Time to do the proper and honorable Irish thing and die of liver failure alone in some dark room to be discovered days or weeks later, all bloated and stinking.
And that brings me back to the point about fasting.
When you fast, you can’t drink alcohol. I think this is necessary if you are prone to alcohol abuse. It’s much easier to stop drinking while stopping eating at the same time, because the drive for food definitely overpowers the drive for alcohol. My dreams are now all about food, not liquor. It also removes the sex drive, which also offers clarity.
Basically, everything you experience while fasting informs you as to why it is such a big thing in the Bible. Clarity of thought and purpose, calm, lack of sensuous desires, and various other things I’m not sure I can totally put into words yet.
Also, fasting cures cancer. Dr. Joseph Sun, who is not Jewish, is proving that chemo therapy is a gigantic big pharma scam that just poisons people and has a success rate somewhere in the range of Alcoholics Anonymous, while cancer cells are very hungry all the time, much more so than healthy cells, so when you cut off the food, the cancer cells are the ones to get eaten by the body first.
Also, you lose a pound a day. So if you’re twenty pounds overweight, fast for twenty days.
It also boosts testosterone and increases sexual health generally, which will help you keep the weight off.
This will solve every problem.
Of course, you have to have eat good food, but one would think that should be obvious. The government is poisoning us. All of this gluten free shit – go eat pasta every day in Italy and see if you still have “gluten sensitivity.” They are poisoning the food. Maybe it’s not a conspiracy, and it’s just that they use the cheapest ingredients possible and there are no regulations because America is so cartoonishly corrupt that lobbyists write laws, but it has the same effect: you are being poisoned by food. Not even third world countries allow this shit, other than Mexico, for obvious reasons (it’s right next to America so there is much overlap).
I used to fight the Jews but I’ve now come to the transcendental understanding that Jews are only possible because everyone is so pathetic. If men were not so pathetic, the extent of the Jewish problem would be exclusively based on the supply of firewood.
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In an ideal world, of course, one also gives the adrenal glands and the endocrine system as a whole a break, during the self-reset period.
Faulkner, heh. If one needs all style and no substance might as well leaf through a few pages of Don DeLillo. This is a fine fun quick read: https://onlinereadfreenovel.com/victor-pelevin/221554-empire_v_read.html
A more contemporary, snappier read, a novella, which will never ever be translated into English for obvious PC reasons, is here in txt format https://anonymfile.com/r1RRa/pelevin-viktoriskusstvolegkihkasaniy-cut-novella.txt Just upload it into ChatGPT or some such, ask the AI to translate it into English in the style of say Tom Wolfe, and enjoy the fun ride.
Mr. Pelevin begins peaking as a writer and thinker the very moment his books stop being translatable into English or other progressive tongues, due to content, so… Good thing AI is here to help.
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Much of that is water weight, as carbs boost water retention. The weight will still come off fast (average of 2.2k calories burned each day with none taken in, and 7.7k per kilo of weight loss means circa 0.3 kilos per day ignoring the water loss), but most Westerners these days could comfortably go a month.
Maybe you should look at more lit and art that precedes 1913. Very little good came after that year.
Never could go past 80 hoursish. Too much physical demand on my body to be able to. If I could actually rest perhaps it’s possible for me. But good on anglin for actually trying to improve his health. Even if I shit on his çhristcûckery and love for the chinks he is still a decent White man
“Joyce, Faulkner and DFW are trash. Read comic books instead.”
absolute clown
😭😭😭
You must walk the earth and leave no trace you were ever here, Grasshopper.
Cue: I’ve Never Been To Me by The Temptations
Never understood fasting, especially never understood the idea of drinking black coffee on an empty stomach. It’s so acidic. I would throw up.
Moby Dick is indeed a great book. Try The Sea Wolf by Jack London as well.
Read The Treatment and the Cure by Peter Kocan, also Fresh Fields by same author. The oddest most original semi-autobiographies you will ever read.
Moby Dick is fucking terrible. I quit after reading five pages of whatshisname debating whether to get into bed with spear guy.
Infinite Jest is probably just as bad, but at least I could laugh at the pop culture references. My favorite line of the book concerned one of the tennis players eating weird foods because he knew he’d be on a second-tier tour and he had to get used to a strange diet. Hilarious.
Congrats on making it this far on the fast A.
You are a psychological mess. Normal guys just live and work hard and they enjoy good health. Also, please stop posting memes. Those are for children and the guys who are still riding skateboards at age 40. I recommend that you move to Bismarck, North Dakota so that you can find a wife and good friends. Peace
You know who else food posts? Women.
You should read Sirens of Titan by Vonnegut. The main character is Malachi Constant who is an obnoxious arrogant black with most of the worlds money from his father investing based on a bible code. While the book constantly shits on Christianity and a white cuck drugs his wife and sets her up to be raped by the black who ultimately gets rewarded by becoming a religious icon. So it’s right up your alley.
I wasn’t aware of Brubaker and may give it a try. But he, along with Miller seem to be the aping Mickey Spillane, who is so good it’s shocking.
James Joyce is good except for the 2nd half of Ulysses. Finnegan’s Wake is not a novel but a compendium of riddles.
Because although it was published in Rolling Stone in November 1971, it was not published as a book until July 1972. Of course it’s better than whatever won in 1972.
In general, the answer to your “Why didn’t…” and “Why did…” questions is found in the Early Life sections of their Wikipedia entries.
Every. Single. Time.
Your metabolism kicks into a different gear once all input food is processed. The time on this varies depending on the details of your guts systems. Could be as little as 20 hours and could be as many as 40. If you weigh 300 pounds and you are a complete fat ass I suppose it could even take more than 40.
There is a law of diminishing marginal return after that. The first 5-8 hours is fantastic and after that the benefits parts go down steady. Healthy people who routinely fast don’t do it for more than a couple three days that I have heard.
Some people will lose muscle more than they lose fat. This also happens with semaglutide drugs. One size doesn’t fit everybody!
Did your girlfriend leave you? Midlife crises? We have all been there. Praying for you. https://youtu.be/P7zN4JD9Dng?si=iOy_xWM34IeqJb0m
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What a drama queen you are! People go on fasts (some unwillingly) all the time but you make it look like you’ve invented the wheel.
FFS get over it.
https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC7824351/
Is that why you do the 8 days fasting?
Depression seriously lower sexual capabilities.
After 4 days, do you get the often invoked ‘black tong”, which is supposed to come because of toxins going out of the body?
Anyway, “Michel Houellebecq He is the master of the universe.” With his picture and his Asian “girlfriend” made my day. What a laugh.
It’s like this famous Irish writer who said” I am an alcoholic with a writing problem”. It’s probably why Houellebecq lived for years in Ireland (no, in fact he left the country when they scrapped the zero tax rule for artists).
See you at 8 days of fasting, I don’t think more is needed, the most difficult will be to start re-eating very slowly and in small quantities.
Great conclusion” If men were not so pathetic, the extent of the Jewish problem would be exclusively based on the supply of firewood.”
people think frank miller’s art is black ink on white bristol board….nope. it’s pearly white israeli jizz he has left over in his ass farted out on black posterboard. zionist dipshit and a shitty writer. he blew his wad with “elektra: assassin” and it’s been downhill since. it’s all just some 5’1” nerd living out the same power fantasies over and over with the same characters wearing different outfits.
as for michelle hollowdeck, you would like such an overrated frog edgelord (who looks like that rando asian chick is trying to steal his precioussss!). the best book hasselback ever put out was “against the world, against life” and that’s because it was about lovecraft instead of some whining gen x faggot with a dick for a brain. and hollaback writes just that: what his limited french brain thinks makes people so very awful; whereas cormac wrote about what he knew was (and is) wrong with our cancerous species. he also had the same appeal as david lynch: your dopey uncle from the midwest who “finds” a quarter behind your ear and loves playing with dogs but then mentions the headless toddler someone found in a freezer that one time. i find those guys comforting but you do you.
also, as someone who had done multiple ramadans, i can say 8 days = puuuuuuuuuuuuuuussssssy.
= I’d say maybe Sinclair Lewis=
I prefer Upton Sinclair to Sinclair Lewis 😁
He wrote the first American bestseller (as commonly defined) in 1906 – “The Jungle”
Also he wrote a book on the subject of fasting and fasted himself.
The Fasting Cure (2017 reprint)
The Fasting Cure (1911 edition scan)
https://archive.org/details/fastingcure00sincrich/page/8/mode/1up
Nowadays, I don’t read many books. I used to read every day for about 20 years, but now a culmination of my life experiences requires that I write:
https://drive.proton.me/urls/G9CPAVX8VC#c53f0O3fnvjF
https://drive.proton.me/urls/34NRSNKW5G#iJ7GQKd8Pke7
Both of the above articles are part of a much larger literary effort, and the third article is under construction now. Will anyone read them? As you shall see once the complete series is published, a baker’s dozen worth of readers is what is needed to make the effort of writing the series of articles worth the effort, if I include myself. I hope, for several reasons not related at all to me, you might tag along but it’s okay if you don’t.
To Kill a Mockingbird, though, is indeed a classic for the ages, and I wanted to take the time to tell you why. That is, it is the only book I ever read that requires the reader to do something the very moment that the book is finished. What must be done is never explicitly put forth in the book, but the discerning reader will realize that they have no choice but to comply with the unwritten edict, which I did.
If you ever come to realize what it is that must be done once the book is completed you will understand the majesty of a well-written piece of literature. Of course, explaining to you what must be done when you have completed To Kill a Mockingbird would ruin the magical beauty of the book forever, and I will not do that. And I am sure that those of you that know exactly what I’m referring to about the book, if there are any that are reading this, will never disclose it either.
So which is it Anglin? Does fasting kill your sex drive, or make you more sexually active. The fast is muddling your thinking and making you think you can concentrate better. Kind of like smoking weed.
“it is the only book I ever read that requires the reader to do something the very moment that the book is finished.“
Toss it into the wood stove?
The “normal guy” is overweight, stupid and obsessed with sportsball. It’s because of the complacency of the “normal guy” that this country is dying.
Andrew, Frank Miller set the bar too high for me,
I can’t tolerate the new age shxt or jap kiddy poorno cartoon, their shallow narrative and factory-line styles was a huge put off for me,
and eventually it helped to distinguish who was a fag, liberal, fatard or pervert, just ask them if they like jap manga, 9 out of 10 times they were and I sanitized my social circle by that measurement.
And I was into National Socialism way back before knowing you and DS, guess FM’s works push me into that direction subconsciously.
Anglin’s article:
Anon slim:
Style has its place. The most beautiful line in the English language was written by James Joyce. It’s the last line of his short story, The Dead–a very substantial look into a central component of the human condition. The last line is all style and no substance and slams the story home with unparalleled force.
The main character is standing, looking out of a window in a Dublin hotel.
“His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe, and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.”
Did you read the part of my comment about a black with a Jewish name who rapes a drugged white woman? Considering Anglin’s defense of Weinstein I figured he would love the book.
Props on the fast. I used to fast every spring, though nothing as severe as what you are doing. A 3-day juice fast (I juiced the juice my self). But it was always great. I wonder why I stopped. You’ve inspired me to take up the practice up again.
Sorry to break up your fun debating Anglin’s fast, but for all you lovers of Pajeets, here’s a reminder of what they bring to America.
https://infostormer.com/air-india-flight-forced-to-return-to-chicago-over-clogged-toilets/