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Saving Private Paleo

September 27, 2012 255 Comments

What began as my Declaration of Independence from the Paleo Movement last week and culminated in yesterday’s rant shall now continue onward, towards the positive and constructive. Some people mistook my declaration as an abandonment of Paleo. No, in fact, it’s too many others who have abandoned paleo as I see it, I was being dragged along, and now I’m getting back to fundamentals and basics.

The essential problem as I see it, is the continual effort to brand and trademark paleo into some prescription or rigid set of proscriptions; i.e., a diet plan. Or, to precisely make it into the “fad” it’s criticized for being. What do I mean by that? Well, lots of things but it really comes down to endless marketing of stuff, and new stuff, and stuff on stuff; and books, and books on books. Hell, I seriously have to take a trip to the used bookstore to drop off about 2 dozen books filling my office by this point, that have been sent to me and that I have no time or desire to read.

I’m not saying these are bad books, or that many of the products out there are not decent, reasonable choices or indulgences. It’s just got that…that je ne sais quoi feel to it that soundly rubs me the wrong way. When I put my own cheap little book out there, I emailed it to the small group of folks most influential to my own learning (as a thank you) and who are listed in the book. I didn’t ask for a review. I didn’t even send out an email to my own email list. I just want there to be something simple for people to give those they love. That’s all.

At the same time, not a day goes by—literally—that I’m not hit up for something or the other. Either it’s a book to mail to me (where I’m not already on the mailing list anyway), free samples of product—whatever—and of course, the implication is that I need to try it, read it, write about it etc.; and I don’t know about you, but I’d just rather not say anything than to give a bad or marginal review. …But then there’s that tinge of guilt because they went to the trouble and all. I guess it’s how my parents raised me.

But here’s the real deal, touched on actually by the very first guy to influence me, Art De Vany, on the new public site he’s developing.

As a pioneer of the evolutionary approach to health, fitness, and diet, I am moving beyond that to bring a fully modern perspective to these subjects. paleo has finally caught on, after years of work by a few pioneers, but it has become fractionated and splintered and a bit lost. It needs more fundamental principles and a more precise application of those principles to a host of modern diseases. A more basic model of the human physiology is required in my mind, with more emphasis on the chronic nature of modern life, which is inflammatory. And far more needs to be understood about the fractal nature of the dynamics that produce the feeback loops and variations that maintain life within a stochasitc attractor.

While it’s not precisely what I have in mind, it does, I think, emphasize my key point and the reason behind my recent changes in attitude and approach.

There is no such thing as “being” paleo

There’s no “doing” paleo, either. In fact, nothing “is” paleo. There are no paleo foods, no paleo diets, no paleo bbq sauces, no paleo cupcakes, no paleo snack packs. Grassfed beef and pastured eggs are not paleo.

You can’t go to a restaurant and find anything paleo on the menu. There’s no mail order that delivers paleo. You are not paleo, you can’t be paleo, and you never will be paleo. There’s no magic formula. There’s no such thing as “I’m paleo,” and there never was.

What there is, however, is THINKING paleo. Get it? Or, in professor De Vany’s original parlance, Evolutionary Fitness. It’s a state of mind, a way of thinking about all the choices you have to act upon. There are no absolutes, there’s only for better or worse. That’s it. That’s really the whole basic formula.

Over time, knowledge of what’s better vs. what’s worse improves. That’s why we ought to do science—to make better and better choices in our lives…and not so we can beat someone over the head with a study that “confirms” what we’ve been saying.

I’ll keep with Art for a while here because once I began thinking of this recently, I recall how simple and elegant he made it all. And, I was one of the attendees at his Vegas seminar in 2008, along with John Durant—whom I still don’t remember meeting :) . I recall one time on his blog where he posted a picture of some menu somewhere he’d been. Basically, he went down the list and it was not anything like “this is paleo, this isn’t paleo, etc.” Nope. Rather, it was “this is better than this is better than this, etc.” He ended by saying “ah, maybe the wrap.”

There are no forbidden foods. — Art De Vany

Here’s Art’s new public blog.

Well, what more is there to say? For me, I’m just going to do my own thing, not asking to be promoted by others and promoting almost nobody or anything, except those I did way back in the beginning: Art De Vany, Peter Dobromylskyj, Stephan Guyenet, Chris Masterjohn, Mark Sisson (who elegantly always steers clear of all this stuff while helping out others here and there), Keith Norris, Doug McGuff, and perhaps a small handful of others from time to time.

So if you’re looking to promote your next book, product or “This is paleo” doohickey, please look elsewhere because I’ll be busy trying to get people to think about the whole context of their lives better, so that they can make better and better choices about what’s available—always from a human evolutionary perspective.

As a final note, this is what finally did it for me with the whole LC-Paleo antagonism that jimmy moore has promoted over these last months. OK, I was wrong. It does really matter ultimately that someone doesn’t believe in evolution on religious grounds. As I said, I wish him well with that, but inasmuch as he seeks to be a voice in the Paleo community at large, this just really has to be accounted for, and so we really have too little in common to reach common ground in this context.

Nothing in Biology Makes Sense Except in the Light of Evolution. – Theodosius Dobzhansky

Now, go out there and don’t “do” paleo or try to “be” Paleo. Simply think paleo. Use the principles, science and knowledge of human evolution to inform your decisions over the many choices you have in life, not really obsessing over the elusive “optimal,” but just better and better, over time.

Accept the bumps.

Filed Under: General Tagged With: diet, evolution, art de vany, Stephan Guyenet, Keith Norris, John Durant, Paleo Movement, THINKING, Theodosius Dobzhansky

Oh My Dear Paleo: What am I going to do with you?

September 26, 2012 114 Comments

In spite of those who make fun of me—including myself—I’m immeasurably better off now than in May of 2007 when I set off on this path incrementally. With blood pressure at 160/100, 80 pounds overfat, congested, sneezy, and itchy constantly, I have had a new life for a while. For years.

Perhaps it’s the case that upon getting 60 of those fat pounds off, normalizing blood pressure, dumping medications and beginning to really enjoy life again that I backed off without getting to the “finish line.”

But whose “finish line?” The truth is, I’d like to be better, look better, etc., but I also have no real interest in turning all of this into a display. …My book is criticized as well. It’s been called “turgid.” And a young girl with next to no life experience—with a largely anonymous blog devoted to her deeply felt need of catharsis—at 26—called it “cheap.” That’s because it wasn’t devoted to me, or even the larger paleo crowd in general…but to those you love; and I will never, ever waver from that. I’ve recently released a series of 12 videos for the exact same reason: those you love. Check ’em out, because it’s going to be the most effective thing out there for the most of those you love.

Everyone wants to be a rain maker, to engage in the fight for dominance over the mantle of paleo Authority. Me? Not interested, and never have been. Readers come and go through a revolving door, and thanks to “Godgle” and a lot of daily work over almost 10 years, I have  deep archives, lots of links to it…and so Godgle shines his powerful light on me, and thousands of naives get the opportunity of a paleo introduction every day of the year without me lifting a finger. In my sleep (10 hours of that, Monday night). Thousands. Every fucking day.

So go fuck yourselves. You can’t do anything about it.

You know what else? A huge portion of that traffic is from hits, visits, searches that have not a thing in the world to do with paleo—while new bloggers feverishly get up new posts on Paleo every day. I’ll beat you every time. Do you know why? Because I blog about life. I blog about real life—all of it and nothing is ever off limits—and I’m not only not afraid, but embrace the idea of blogging in a wide context, pushing every single boundary I can imagine. About anything, and everything, that strikes my fancy, at any given moment. An entire post that pisses tons of people off is often conceived of in seconds. And an hour or so later, it’s real—and nobody I know of in the Paleosphere does it. Not a one.

What does that tell you?

Fear?

Yep, that’s what it tells me. But I’ve been rewarded. I have, by leaps and bounds, fars and wides, the most sensible, astute, intellectual, smart—and the list goes on—commenters in the entire realm. Hell, I even have religious people, smart enough to be working on the paleo atheism they were born into. It’s a work in progress. …It’s hard to give up a master who promises you gold, even though you don’t get it until you’re dead.

paleo is a framework, a principle. It’s a set of ideas, rules, guidelines…a foundation…by which you… By which you… Now… get this because I’m only going to write it this one time: paleo is a DEFENSE. It is not, nor has it ever been anything more than that. It’s not an offense. It’s not a diet. It’s not a prescription. It’s not low carb. It’s not high carb. It’s not a club (in any sense). It’s a foundation.

What is paleo? It’s the best real food your animal ass can source at any time, combined with your cost, just like any hunter. Fuck grassfed if the cost & trouble vs. benefit doesn’t work well for you. Any hunter would tell you that.

Grassfed? Fuck grassfed; it’s not paleo either, because there were no domesticated animals in the Paleolithic. You want paleo? Then anything you and yours doesn’t kill wild IS NOT paleo. So how far do you want to go?

…Or, how about taking paleo for what it is, to us? The best you can source of real food, anywhere on the globe and at any time, including the 24/7 darkness of nether regions. Cook it yourself? Optimal? Who the fuck knows? And who the fuck cares? And fuck all who raise stupid questions! How about that?

You know what? Fuck the safe starch debate. Eat starch if it works for you. Eat zero some days, moderate others, pig out now and then. And how about that? Did you get married to a scale, or another human being?

I am getting tired of the LC debate over this. CAPS: FUCKING FALSIFICATION. PLENTY OF HEALTHY POPULATIONS EAT VERY HIGH CARBS. SHUT THE FUCK UP! Just shut the fuck up, please.

And I must say this, too. I’m getting weary of jimmy moore. Most offensive to me? He uses LC in loaded word terms, which I have always hated, but have always given a pass. We make fun of “hearthealthywholegrains,” but when do you not see/hear/read Jimmy NOT using “healthylowcarblifestyle” in his writings and on his podcasts like a meme (I have unsubscribed, and no longer listen to them)? I appreciate Jimmy and I know he has helped a lot of people and will continue to do so; and he has helped me and I hope my years of defense of him count for something. But it’s kinda time for us to go our separate ways and I will wish him well. I just think our goals have reached the point of non-compatibility. It’s OK; it happens. I will still hope he helps people and I know he will. I have no desire to see him lose earned capital.

Do you get it? I don’t need to wish him ill. In fact, I can wish him well while at the same time, I have my own gig and it’s gonna be that. Get it. Get it, ELMM & Co.?

In fact, I can actually thank Jimmy for bringing this to a head, because that’s always best. He clearly wants paleo to be very aligned with a dietary regime that cuts out about 1/3 of what it took our species to survive. OK, I get the metabolic derangement and the need for some people to use that as a body hack. Yes, VLC is, to me, a body hack and it’s very, very far from substantiated that it’s an optimal version of paleo for most.

I actually love how this has broken open and is getting wider, with more and more diverse groups. I intend to cater to all, have them call each other cunts, cocksuckers, bitches and mutherfuckers in comments. Maybe we’ll get somewhere. Bring it all on. This is the one place you can actually, really, really, learn from one another.

No agenda. Could’ve written a long para, but if you don’t get that two-word sentence, then you’re not ready for the wild world of Free the Animal Comments. Does anyone really guess that’ll be worse than “The 10 Things X” putrid diseased jism everyone laps up everyday like dogs to their vomit?

Paleo: equator to arctic, sea level to 16,000 feet, everything in-between. …and if while in the tundra of Northern Canada at night in January (which is 24/7 anyway) and you can drink Fijian coconut water from young greens cut the day prior? High five!

But it’s not paleo. Do you get it?

Update: OK, moving from rant to productive and positive, this, just published:

  • Saving Private Paleo

Filed Under: General Tagged With: DEFENSE, LC, Northern Canada, Paleo Authority, Saving Private Paleo, VLC

Fun Shit I Saw in the Last 24 Hours of My Life

September 25, 2012 77 Comments

Saturday, we headed off to the “chalet” or “cabin,” whichever description suits you best.

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View From My Meditation Chair

We got it back in the early 2000s and it burnt 6 weeks later, after a year and a half legal battle with the previous owner. Last summer, after noting we were spending an awful lot of money on it for a half dozen visits per year, we turned it into a vacation rental that has been marvelously successful. In that that town of Arnold, CA, with about 60 vacation rentals, ours is by far the most successful, booked almost all the time. (Listings: VRBO and HomeAway—with 29, all, 100% 5-Star reviews and counting)

It was to be a one night stay. I had shit to take care of regarding a few critiques from guest…normal wear & tear stuff. Come Sunday evening, we couldn’t bring ourselves to leave, so decided on the 4am Monday morning wakeup instead. All went according to plan until an hour or so away from home: a freeway fatality had shut down an Interstate for 3 hours, and the Dominos fell all around and in all directions. A 2.5 hour drive turned into over 5 hours. That wasn’t fun, but it also doesn’t diminish the experience. We stayed there for a week in early June and hadn’t been up there since. No regrets, especially after having gone to bed at 8:30pm last night, and not arising until 6:30 this morning.

I had emails and comments to catch up on. Marie, PhD (who also contributed to my book), slid this in front of our noses and I can’t believe I’d not seen it before.

Get past George Carlin‘s general, but valid—unless you’re a fucking moron—funny critique of religion and belief in general—or don’t—in case it makes you feel smart, rather than ignorant. Rather, focus instead on how it’s at least as good, and perhaps arguably better, to pray to Joe Pesci instead of your imaginary friend. Laf.

…This hit my email this morning. Having blogged about the insane Islamic menace already, it’s apropos. Remy. Imagine (there’s no You Tube).

[For an update, please see: Lemons to Lemonade Documentary – Ed]

Along those lines, Greg Swann does have a suggestion for marginalizing all those pathetic dirty, nightshirt wearing, impotent fucks—who can’t get it up until their women have been dominated and beaten into submission.

  1. Take one Koran (why not a cheap one?) and burn it to ashes in an old pot.
  2. Pour hot bacon grease over the ashes and mix well.
  3. Fry over high heat until the whole mess is bubbling like a lake of fire.
  4. Drizzle the Koran ’n’ bacon fat sauce into a hole half full of dog shit.
  5. Fill the hole and then, for good measure, piss on the dirt at that spot.

Sounds like a good idea to me, and the Bible too. How about many pictures per day on YouTube with your dog taking a righteous shit on both an open Bible, and the Koran? I just might have to try that. Will that send home the message, people, that I think it’s all really dogshit and I have a life to lead and if you’re going to be “offended,” better I just go for broke?

[For an update, please see: Lemons to Lemonade Documentary – Ed]

Get this: part of my life is the absolute joy I get in offending adult believers over fairy tales. To see them hurt? No, not at all. Its because I’d love them to see them become more rational, because that will afford them a better animal life, because animals always do worse with fantasy superseding reality. The hurt and 3rd party scorn I get—a lot—is not only worth it, but has barely ever phased me in 20 years of doing this. On the contrary, it only encourages me. I love my role in life.

Have we not have had enough of barely encephalized people killing and harming others over their inability to achieve a proper life— that of a human animal—without being pathetically self-subjugated to a bunch of stupid silly shit? I’m so tired or it all. Fuck all moron religion, everywhere. Move on. You’re gonna die; you will not see your loved ones in heaven. They’re fucking dead as dusty doornails. Get over it.

You have nothing, nothing and not a thing in life, unless you make it. Life counts. It always has.

…Cow, in comments, tries his or her best to give input without any baggage. Takes while while to grok. Once you do, all is cow “enlightenment;” though, since it’s only a cow, perhaps “insight without Neolithic prejudice” would be a better word. That said. He or she still likes to lick his or her genitals every day, so I like to help when I can.

Go for it, Cow.

Filed Under: General Tagged With: CA, fat, George Carlin, Greg Swann, integration, Joe Pesci

Food Photo Fun

September 25, 2012 2 Comments

Now that phones have better and better cameras, I tend to use them more and more. What I’m primarily looking for—and I’m by no means an expert at this—is to have a situation where no flash is required.

Flash just does very awful things to food photos and so I never use it. I do have a very nice micro 4/3 camera (Lumix GF1) with a “pancake” lens that’s especially good for depth of field and low interior lighting without a flash. Many of my past food pics going back a couple of years were taken with that; but more and more, I find myself going with the iPhone, and particularly so with PhotoStream, where I don’t have to do any importing. …Although, I’ve used an Eye-Fi SD card for years that actually has Wi-Fi and so my photos get downloaded to the computer, at the ready. But PhotoStream saves  time and steps.

Another reason I’ve been going more and more with the iPhone is because of the Instagram app. Basically, you take a pic and can go with native, or choose from a number of canned effects. Once you choose one, it’s in your library, gets shuttled to PhotoStream, and you can also share it on the fly to Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, and a few other things including email lists you can set up. A very convenient app.

Here’s some examples. I just had an exchange with someone on the FTA Facebook page about using “hipster” effects, like making it look retro and shit. I never try to do that. I simply try each one and remember my favorite one as I go along, looking for the best enhancement, like an A-B test, where each best becomes A, and so on.

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Bacon & Eggs w Fat Bread Pan Toasted in Butter
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Instagram Effects
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Instagram: A Brisket & Fat Bread Sandwich

Sorry, can’t seem to locate the original for that one. But here’s a comparison with an omelet from the other day from leftovers. This was originally a chili I made with grassfed ground beef, my brother’s wild kill ground elk, and the same elk mixed with pork into a sausage. 

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Native
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Instagram

What are we going to do with all these options? We’re going to keep charging forward, laughing at the pips and squeaks, showing up with increasing regularity in comments here.

It’ll pass, because I always point out how they do nothing because they don’t, and they eventually get a conscience of some sort, or go away, neither of which I give a shit about either way.

As always, onward.

Filed Under: General Tagged With: Bacon Eggs, Instagram Effects, Wi Fi

Man Alive! Chapter 12: The Love of Splendor is the Life Divine

September 23, 2012 16 Comments

Here’s the post that kicked it all off. This is chapter 12 of 12, to give interested readers the chance to take on the free ebook chapter by chapter over the weekend, debate it amongst themselves, or even challenge the author who’s keeping tabs.

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From: Man Alive! A survival manual for the human mind.

by Greg Swann

Chapter 12. The love of Splendor is the life divine.

We see the world we’re looking for. I see a world full of children.

I see the adults around me, of course, and the houses and cars and trees and birds and animals. I love everything in existence, natural and man-made, and I take in everything the world brings to me. But I focus on the children. I love babies when they’re barely old enough to smile at the world. And I love toddlers, just learning to speak in verbal semaphore but already well able to laugh in delight at absolutely everything. And I love children, newly awakened in Fathertongue, newly awake to the life of the mind.

I start to lose interest in kids at about age eight or nine – when they begin to get good at inventing and repeating lies. And, to say the awful truth, I don’t give much attention at all to adults – and they tend not to like me much, either. If you’re still awake, and – man alive! – I can tell in a glance if you’re still awake, you will be as delightful to me as any five-year-old. But if your mind is dead, if you have locked it away in a mental dungeon to make sure you don’t inadvertently think or say something that contradicts some insipid dogma you swallowed whole, I don’t have much room for you in my thoughts or in my heart.

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Filed Under: General Tagged With: anarchy, Greg Swann, Jim Klein, state, war, Western Civilization

The Easiest & Quickest Wok Liver, Onion & Fried Potato Recipe Ever

September 22, 2012 54 Comments

Both my wife & I grew up eating a fair amount of liver & onions, often along with fried potatoes. It’s a big chore and a big mess. My mother’s method calls for everything to be fried in bacon fat, and you need a lot. If you don’t have enough, you have to fry up a lot of bacon.

Both the onions and the potatoes require a lot of time if you want the potatoes nicely browned and the onions beyond slimy worms. So it really requires three fry pans if you want things done at the same time. Enter spatters all over—it’s a big mess, a big production that takes quite a bit of time.

Enter the wok, a cookie sheet, and coconut oil. My interest in this is to give people easy options for getting liver into their diet if they can—the world’s most nutritious food, ounce for ounce. Toward that end, I’ve also put up two other completely different liver preparations, Smothered Beef Liver and Barbecued Beef Liver. I particularly like the former and I think offers the best chance at liver not tasting so much like liver, given the tomato sauce.

So this preparation takes about 30 minutes and there’s almost no mess. And, I think that the coconut oil instead of bacon drippings really balances things out wonderfully, surprisingly so. One other thing. Every time I do a post on liver preparations I get the folks who either eat it raw, or flash fry, with no flour dredge, etc. Knock yourselves out. I’m not interested in raw, though I would be intrigued to try a sushi-like preparation. I plain old like the flour dredge and the texture it affords. I use gluten free all-purpose flour (garbanzo & fava bean based). It’s a very small amount and if it helps someone include liver in their diet, I’m all for it—even if its plain old white flour. The benefit to liver outweighs puritanism. So here goes.

Preparation

  1. Slice your liver into small strips & pieces and pat it dry
  2. Slice your onions
  3. Dice your potatoes
  4. Preheat oven to 400F
  5. Heat coconut oil in wok on medium high
  6. Spread out flour (gluten free if possible) on a plate

Now you’re ready to go. First step is to toss your onions into the coconut oil, enough so they are deep frying.

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Onions

This is basically for the purpose of coating the onions in coconut oil, but I kept them in about 2 minutes to get them started. Then remove with a slotted tool of some sort onto the cookie sheet and really shake off as much fat as possible. Then do the same with the potatoes.

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Potatoes

Just a couple of minutes, those go on the cookie sheet as well, and then it goes into the center rack for about 20 minutes, or until both are brown. I prefer some part of the onions to be toasty, blackened. Now wait. Turn down the flame on the coconut oil but keep it hot. At about 10-12 minutes, toss your potatoes and onions and place them back in the oven.

Turn the heat back up on the coconut oil to medium high, then individually dredge each slice of liver and put it immediately into the oil. Have enough oil so you’re basically deep frying them. This is why you use a wok. I turn them continuously in the oil and it takes only ~2 minutes per piece until the flour is browned. I let them drain on another plate on a paper towel. Note that because liver is so moist, you really need to dredge in the flour one by one and immediately into the oil, else your flour will become a gummy, yucky, clumped together mess (experience, here).

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Liver on a plate

You should be done with the liver about the time your potatoes and onions are done and they should look something like this.

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Yes, Bea & I like very crispy onions, almost burnt.

Now it’s just a matter of plating.

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Wok fried liver, onions and potato

As another thing to try for those who like it or who are trying to acquire a taste, I very much like dijon mustard (Maille is preferred) as a condiment with the liver. Learned that in France where it’s quite common.

Bon appétit.

Filed Under: General Tagged With: coconut oil, diet, fat, France, gluten

His & Hers White Ferrari Phones: iPhone 5

September 21, 2012 87 Comments

 

Ferrari Phone
Ferrari Phone

Get all the plastic knock offs you want. But when I’m thirsty, I prefer the original. Stay with the best, my friends. iPhone 5.

Filed Under: General Tagged With: Ferrari Phone

My 12-Video Introduction to Paleo, Primal, Real Food, Exercise, Fasting, Human Migration and More

September 20, 2012 44 Comments

Alright, I haven’t been blabbing about this because I wanted to be sure it all got done. It’s done.

A few weeks back, this happened.

So we finally dragged Richard into Hyperink’s “studio” (really, our office) and spent a day interviewing him on everything paleo – from his personal story to the proper way to start fasting to his recommended books and workout gear.

It was a lot of fun and the result is about 65 minutes total, in 12 videos.

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So 8 or 9 of the videos are in interview format, then 3 or 4 or them are at the white board to drill down on stuff, and demonstrate my poor drawing and writing skillz! But you’ll get it.

A couple of pics of the action.

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richard video 1
 

Here’s the product page, which includes a sample video of about 3 1/2 minutes. I think this will be ideal for that person in your life who’s interested in Paleo/Primal, but who’s just not going to read a book. This will be enough to give them a good overview and they can get started. It might motivate them to read the book too. The package includes the book in all three available formats: PDF, mobi and epub.

Filed Under: General Tagged With: fasting, Paleo Primal, PDF, Real Food

Retrogressive Paleo Monkeys, Monkey Islamists, Monkeys everywhere, and How This is Going to Turn

September 19, 2012 79 Comments

I’ve four posts in various levels of draft, since making it known that I will behold to no one. At all, ever again. I’m free…from a prison I ultimately imposed upon myself; as easily as I could’ve escaped, but didn’t. My bad.

This is the post that rose to the top of the stack now. To frame it, here’s an adorable little girl woman-child in a very short video, completely innocent—in spite of the cultural and geopolitical hate she knows nothing of…but is nonetheless indoctrinated to spew (it’s done here in the good ‘ol US, too—though more ‘Merican-ish, now).

Perhaps you know her. You really do, because she’s archetypical: the sort of tender that melts everyone on contact, as it should be. Evolution is fucking smart. Evolution’s message: guard this above all. This is your future. But, but and but, give her a mind so she chooses wisely: just like any female mammal endowed with claws & teeth—and she has a mind, too, the most powerful weapon of all. That’s a whole other part of evolution. 

In an important part of the world, primitive human culture still dominates. Men dominate, the patriarchy that likes their female slaves—to raise as salaves in perpetuity. Getting animally objective, they penetrate females with erect penises at their sole discretion, and no doesn’t ever mean “No,” it means: now you get it even harder. I don’t for sure know how it tuns for them in all intimacy—if such a dominant hierarchy could even logically allow for it—or if there’s even ever the willful tenderness that Enlightenment demands—but I’ll never forget the first time a pair of panties were pulled down in complete volition for my exclusive enjoyment. I like to think I earned it. I also like to think of the entire Islamic world as  bunch of pussy wankers, because I lived in a world where that competition was ready to go at 20ya, like a college football game, and you silly do-nothing wankers want to debase yourselves by living in the injustice your whole lives, denying yourselves the human male victory of a hot girl pulling it down for you, because she wants you? You don’t know what that’s like? So sorry, wankers. Pathetic pussies. Earn it, or someone else will. Fix your fucking dog-shit—with emphasis on dog and shit—14th Century Dirt Scratching “culture.” (culture, quoted, is also in small, 4-pt type, in case your browser is Islamic)

Guys: There’s pussy in it at the end of the rainbow. …And there’s nothing like earned pussy.

Modern, privileged, western purveyors of misogyny awareness—al-la young, stupid bitches with little life experience—have nothing on this and little insight, being so inward focussed over their own “troubles.” But they screech louder, as to drown out the real injustices, in favor of their entitled rejected selves…like the stupid cunts they kinda wish to be perceived as for leverage…while predictably objecting loudly when they’re taken that way.

…But ought they really be regareded any other way than that which they actually vie for? Aren’t they, really, just daring you to come out with it? Ought their pathetic sense of entitlement and “injustice” overrule good mature sense when someone takes them for who they are? …Or ought they get what they want, so they can commiserate about the general “injustice” of privileged society with other privileged, but commonly rejected young ones? And let chips fall?

Let’s see. I’ve so far written about the worst form of indoctrination, dabbled in the effects of indoctrination on young 20-something girls with pitiful life experience, and so why not delve into paleo indoctrination? I’d call them robotic, but Screeching Monkeys in the Jungle, while cumbersome, is more paleo and well, it has to be paleo. But let’s review the worst of indoctrination first. I transcribed the video, but without the extra-English-translation. The first phrase is from the teacher to the adorable woman-child.

You are going to recite a poem, which also teaches us responsibility and belonging.

The occupier stole my land and my grandfather’s land
Where is your sword, Khaled?
Where is your courage, Saladin?
But no one answered me.
Where is my weapon? I found it—a stone.
I took it and threw it at the enemies of disunity.
I taught the world that the Muslim in the name of Allah cannot be defeated.
They challenge us with the White House,
and we challenge them with the awakening and the kaaba.
They aren’t stronger than Khosrau and Ceasar.
They are inferior and smaller, more cowardly and despised.
They are remnants of the crusaders,
and Khaibar.
Oh Muslims of the world:
Awaken, you have slept too long.
Your fathers and your sons are being massacred.

I’m awful at this sort of thing…LeonRover and Marie being frequent, well read literary intellectuals in comments in my blog who could shame me at the flick of a clipped pinky nail can do better on an average night of awful sleep. Nonetheless, from the standpoint of a rational culture that ultimately puts religion and its baggage to the backseat, and Mother Goose to plain metaphor, I must try to offer a better outlook and human paradigm for this woman-child.

Shit happens.
Every race and ethnicity experienced injustice here or then, time and place; a long time ago, or even recently.
All peoples are one; in one way, that their tribes have been defiled.
Some said that’s life. They looked ahead instead.
They moved on to create civilizations better, for their loved children and themselves.
It was so giddy at first, that some even went to the moon of the Earth, and came back safely.
They could have burned their resentments of life in effigy, instead.
It’s nothing like going to the moon and back.
I didn’t do it myself it’s strangely easy to take for granted.
When you don’t take humanity for amazing, rather than a trinket.

Even if she’ll never hear it, what alternative human life paradigm can you offer for her life and those little ones like her? I did my best and I know there’s a thousand hearts out there who can do better. Give it a shot, if nothing else, to make yourself feel better because that may be all you’ve got. Depressing.

So is this. Depressing. People wondered if my ban from IPMG (International Paleo Movement Group) on Facebook was my motivation for my Declaration. Yes, and no, to borrow a rarely used phrase. Yes, in the sense that it was the final straw. No, in that this had been brewing anyway.

I have 27 emails in a folder. I received all of them inside of 3-5 minutes of posting this to the group. How?

Well, some time ago, and I don’t really recall how or why, but I got wind of the group. Active, about 2-2,500 members. I ought to have suspected something when I realized you actually have to be accepted as a member. I did. And got accepted. I also might have gotten over myself that paleo babes were showing their tush in underwears as a matter of routine.

It was just a contest. But I thought, cool, something different, let’s promote for the general thingy, and so I did, with a post (now deleted).

Their membership quickly rose to over 3,000 and I’d guess I got them somewhere between 700-1,000 new members. Tim Swart did thank me for that. Never heard a whisper from Joe Salama or Karen Pendergrass that I recall. In fact, I’ve never ever heard a word in any direction from either of them that I can remotely recall.

I stopped in now and then, but very soon saw weird doctrinal shit, like people being castigated for even mentioning anything not pure “paleo.” I didn’t make a stink. Instead, I just went to ground and thought, well, I got them a ton of new members so I’ll just shoot up a link to a new post now and then, but not too often.

Screeching Monkeys. In the Jungle. It’s Pure Paleo™

Yep, I posted that post, the full context of which includes a 40-minute video. In no way do I require anyone to read or watch a video, but a post that takes a minimum of a few minutes to read, a a video of 40 minutes? Fair? Otherwise, shut the fuck up and suck the fuck up. I have the time stamps. Within 3 minutes of posting, I have 27 comments, all 100% ignorant, negative, and as soon as I began to shoot back—2 minutes—banned (now blocked, can’t even see the public page—but of course I have means). It was probably by Karen Pendergrass who, like any other ignorant moron, immediately comments that “it’s offensive to Muslims” (that got her Yelps, I’m sure). Yelps, that posted graphic sure was supposed to be offensive to Muslims (not Jews, Christians, Hindus and Buddhists); can’t even deal with plain cartoon. …She was the one on the scene and hot on the ban button within a minute or so. Neither Joe Salama, LP*, nor Tim Swart, LP, said a word.

I don’t give a shit about that, really, and had already dismissed IPMG as some proto-paleo deal where it’s like children getting their religion-indoctrination on, and then they go to real interaction like in comments on my blog where people write in multiple sentences and stuff (even….PARAGRAPHS!). Perhaps 1-2% of IPMG would qualify, from what I saw of the moron, there.

I have awesome commenters that humble me, including those who take me to task, and when I just stop and think, there’s only one thing to do, and that’s just laugh at an utter pussy, fearful, unconfident stupidity like IPMG, as its cloistered moderators have designed it, to sit and rule, never answering. Think about it. You have to request membership and they are so fervent, that just out of the blue on an afternoon, they will ban someone for not upholding the orthodoxy—a simple contradiction in purpose and everything holy if you’re “paleo.””

But everyone do what they like, judge as they like, give love or hate in comments as they like, as always. We’re adults, here.

* Little Pussy

Filed Under: General Tagged With: evolution, Mother Goose, LP, IPMG, Karen Pendergrass, Tim Swart, Screeching Monkeys, Neither Joe Salama, Oh Muslims

My Declaration of Independence From The Paleo Movement

September 18, 2012 89 Comments

Something’s been weird for a while and I’ve finally identified it.

[For an update, please see: Lemons to Lemonade Documentary – Ed]

I’ve allowed myself over the last couple of years to become increasingly “defined by” (for lack of a better description) and/or entwined in “The paleo Movement” writ large. It snuck up on me. I suppose it’s natural when increasingly, one find’s himself so often mentioned in a list of “the popular blogs.” Of course, I myself have contributed to that with the name dropping here and there. Yea, I’m friends or acquaintances with a lot of those guys and gals. And yea, there’s a certain allure to be “one of those guys.”

But I think it’s not even that that bothers me the most. I think it began with AHS11 and perhaps even the speaking gig at The 21 Convention around the same time, which was a paleo talk primarily. Suddenly, I’m seen as some sort of spokesman, representative—what have you—for a movement that’s now coalesced into having a more formal identity. Here’s the deal: there is a certain logic to the dynamic where, those who have identified with that movement expect that those representing it officially, uphold some general notion of “standards of decorum.”

So I get it. I’m a very polarizing figure, intentionally so. I get lots of love and lots of hate, just the way I like it; because indifference sucks. And while those who love me are all for me coming to AHS to speak, that’s no surprise. …And I suppose it’s fair to ask, “well, why do Richard’s haters get to trump the deal and exclude him?” Problem: it’s not really about that for me. It’s about me going out of my own BlogZone from where I call the shots, exclusively, into an arena where many don’t want to see me. Why bother?

Here, I get to blog whatever the hell I want and if you don’t like it, you don’t have to read it, promote it…you can hate on it here or elsewhere, and I’m fine with that—though I might bite back if I feel like it. But I never like to go where I’m not welcome, because I feel as though I’m imposing. It’s for that reason that I don’t much participate in comments on other blogs unless I think I have something positive to offer.

And so, what happens when caught in this paradigm of being a “representative,” expected to live up to generally accepted standards of decorum and propriety? What happens is I tend to be motivated to be even more polarizing, focussing more on controversy—et cetera, et cetera—without nearly enough balance in terms of the positive things that tend to help people over time. It’s like I’m caught in this Black Hole of controversy, and I fight it and fight back.

[For an update, please see: Lemons to Lemonade Documentary – Ed]

So, that identified, I think I’m going to pass on submitting a presentation for AHS this next year. Whether I attend or not, we’ll see.

And I’ll no longer be referring to myself as “a paleo blogger.” I’m a blogger, and I blog about whatever tickles my fancy at any given moment and it’s often about food, health, nutrition, diet, exercise. And about paleo from my own perspective.

There. Now I’m in my comfy spot once again. Read it if you like, love or hate as you will, contribute when you can; but above all, know that I’m associated with no other version of paleo, Primal, Ancestral, or whatever.

Another thing. From this point forward I will only be promoting those things I find or get wind of that I have a specific interest in promoting. So stop mailing the newest paleo book to come out every week, please.

I’m declaring my independence and will blog about what I feel like, when I feel like, and I’ll be linking up this post whenever there’s the slightest doubt about that, or hint that I owe anyone anything in particular. …But I sure do want to help those looking for it whenever I can.

Onward.

Update: I have two new follow-up posts on this topic.

  • Oh My Dear Paleo: What am I going to do with you?
  • Saving Private Paleo

Filed Under: General Tagged With: AHS, Black Hole, diet, exercise, Saving Private Paleo

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