Originally published on December 24, 2025 within [REDACTED]'s Archives.

There is a dirty truth to troons.

There's a reason why nobody spends time with them except to party.

Troons represent the knowledge of unabated trauma from a young age.

Battered essence. Fractured psyche. A certain infectious strain of nihilism imbued as pharmakon.

Fighting, clawing their way up to surface from the undertow of the coalition of predators who have already implicitly coordinated their slavery from the cradle. Their slavemasters, ignorant and uninspired, creating a sex slave for temporary use to later be discarded so that they may voraciously writhe around in the abyss, lashing about like a fish out of water, desperately gasping for life in a series of environmental factors that have denied them such.

Nobody wants to think about the raped child. They'd prefer to create policy around it or ignore it entirely.

When you think about the raped child, you become at risk for becoming dysfunctional.

Because you are the raped child.

And seeing the natural progression of life of such in its rawest form, of the most far gone-- the misfortune, the chaos, the whiplash public drama with them at the center of it-- it gives you a taste of what's in store if you really come to terms with who they are and who you are becoming.

Who? What?

The perfect intellectual functionary for the state.

There is no resistance to the Internet, and, by extension, there is no resistance to the State...at least in the sense of when one becomes more in-tune or dependent on the State...and dependency in the philosophical sense, not in the talking points sense.

The State is mystical. The specificity of how it functions is unclear to anyone that's not at the very tippy top of it. It isn't the Bureaucracy solely. The State is The Superstructure-- The "Deregulated" Institutions, The Lending Institutions, The Inner Circles of Inner Circles of The 'Cultural' Institutions.

The State rapes you and makes you one of its own. It knows that it's in the ultimate bargaining position and that time will break you...that it will force you to create pretexts and seigniorage that serves to provide your perfect cover for your increasing dependency on the Superstructure State.

Resistance is futile, as they say. Impossible? Inevitable? Who's to say about absolutes, but certainly that seems to be the course.

Kybernetes. Ship of State. Buy the Ticket, Take The Ride. The Abused Becomes The Abuser. Trauma Cycles. Trauma Nation.

Action Creates Trauma. Inaction Creates Others' Action To Create Trauma. Creativity From Trauma. Trauma Creates Culture.

The Roots of Wisdom Stem From Acknowledging The Lessons of Trauma. The Instrumentation of Wisdom Is Steering The Ship of State In Whatever Rung Of The Superstructure You Seem To Be Operating Within.

One can desire to aspire. But have you discerned...have you coldly calculated if these aspirations actualized are just a Potemkin Village for what you would actually receive?

To be beloved by many would seem to be out of the realm of possibility, now as was before. Where one perhaps should aim is that one may resolve to be acknowledged by many if to have public presence at all.

Can you love what you don't know? Is love even a good word to use?

Perhaps to be appreciated is meaningful, but even here, to be appreciated on paper isn't to be appreciated in practice, at least as far as the wide audience of those that have heard your words are concerned.

To be acknowledged [online] purports that you said something meaningful to someone meaningful, where someone meaningful is someone who carries the torch of historical meaning onward to new leadership.

Meaninglessness, conversely, is that which is ephemeral, that which is slop, that which is incongruent, nihilistic, anti-natalist, Nietszchean, and lifeless.

Lifelessness justifies homicide. Mass lifelessness justifies genocide. Those that care not for their own life via those with knowledge that came before them and those with knowledge that will come after them are justified in having their lives robbed of them-- not by my hand, but by the karmic receipts of their own contempt for life.

But multiple chances is the abstract luxury that is worth investing in if there ever was one. Luxuries are luxuries, nonetheless, so that must be kept in mind.

Troons often come to the realization that they are pawns in a game and they come to peace with that, even if they are never quite at peace at all. For anyone that chooses to comment via the technology known as the Internet, perhaps this is the conclusion that one ought to arrive at sooner than later.

Your resistance may be futile, but it is telling. The less resistance, the cheaper your price as cannon-fodder.

Do the drugs! Join a club! Listen to your media and fellow online netizens! Love the fun! Read the book! Spend time with friends! Travel! Pet your dog! Pet your cat! Put a picture of your pet on the Discord Server of people who you've never met! Share that food picture!

All of your data has been well-received. Your masters, who have data brokers as their agents (or you know, agents of agents of agents etc), are amused by your silliness. You're a cute, cuddly, little pudgy body pillow for them.

You are their dog, who they like to play with and pet whenever they want, and will ignore and disregard when they don't. Your neutered servile presence will overjoy them, but never forget that they will take you out back Old Yeller style when you are dog-like in biting back.

But biting is one tactic that we all can employ at any given time that will cause a reaction, even though many choose to refuse to publicly or consciously acknowledge the power that exists from such a tactic.

Rather, many choose to yearn to be petted. But their yearning is for attention from a negligent caretaker, one who gives them attention only when they need their obeisance as a bludgeon against the rare instances of those thorns in their sides that rise up to right the wrongs of the litany of injustices that the former had inflicted. And for the small price of a petting, the willing servant will bid to every whim of their master.

Where the vast majority of people are confronted with a situation where they must be a pawn in some capacity, they have the choice(s) to the degree to which they may cultivate some legitimacy in history's eye...

Do you choose acceptance or escapism?

Do you choose centering or decentering?

Do you choose intelligence or ignorance?

Do you choose action or inaction?

Do you choose absolutism or relativism?

Do you choose life or death?

Do you choose pro-natalism or anti-natalism?

Do you choose legacy or temporality?

Do you choose meaning or mediocrity?

Do you choose to force the respect of the most acknowledged?

Now...anarchy is a sexy theme, and it has been for a long time. I like to watch it. I like to think about it. It's freedom in the mind's eye.

But...

Civilization exists so as to co-opt anarchy and institutionalize particular instantiations of it that have particularly cutting aesthetic traits and mass or niche appeal.

This is because we are dependent on civilization, and where anarchy can only co-exist with civilization in a diluted form: the scrappiness of anarchy is life, the extremes of it can be death. One's dependency on civilization only increases as they grow older, converting a once free soul into a willing ward of the state & status quo.

Such is the path for most, if not all. You too will be matriculated into the Bureaucracy. But even in a losing negotiation, you can dictate terms if you present a stunning countenance, and with all additional prior research and legwork serving as a consequential force multiplier.

All of your intelligence, all of your wit, all of your will, your ego, and your panache can be harnessed in the here-and-now to cut the best deal with the Superstructure Constellations when the opportune moments arrive or are forged whereupon you are driven to make a major strategic decision....or even sometimes multiple strategic decisions.

To create on your own is important, but remember that to really create on your very own means creating your own country and your own currency...choosing not to do that is tacit implicit agreement of the status quo in the practical sense, and all that comes with it. You, of course, always have the ability to assert your own flavor upon the charters of the status quo that you find most favorable, and to jockey for power within them.

Which brings me to the title of this piece. There are many spaces of the status quo that one can occupy. I think it's wise to be in intellectual spaces, where intellectuals tend to be the most inoculated against the many tentacles of the Superstructure Meat Grinder Industrial Complex. To deftly and diplomatically assert your style and authority within the most in-kind intellectual circles can return untold dividends, and where such further development in such a space can be leveraged into critical power projection.

No matter how saturated a space, or how unlikely an innovation...no matter how rebellious or unconventional your methodology...your aim should be toward an intellectual functionary position, and one specifically that is in keeping with your essence and your parameters, and where you never put yourself in a box with limits to how large you can grow.