Kimberly Steele

I recently drew some flak when I said the way forward was gratitude, not Luigi-ing a CEO. Some dude tried to start a flame war with me while crying “Hopium!” and I blocked him. Little did he know or bother to find out that I have always had a curious killer instinct. I have a great deal of Pluto in my birth chart. Death is just where my mind goes. For me, the most Herculean achievement I have ever made was not building an independent music teaching career, completing several novels, staying married to the same man for 24 years, or achieving over 500 subscribers on Substack. No, the most incredible feat I ever performed with my own existing material was learning to look on the bright side.
 

I can intimately understand why the hopium crier was pissed. Hopium proliferates from every corner of our daily lives, hopium and false transcendence syndrome. They’re both constantly being shoved down our throats. American culture has always immersed itself in hopium/false transcendence — fake it until you make it, suck it up, pull yourself up by the bootstraps, face it with a grin, It Gets Better. No, it doesn’t get better. Meatworld sucks, everybody dies, fade to black. Yet hopium and false transcendence are problematic because they are the binary of black-pilled nihilism. Neither of the poles represent balance. On one side, we have New Age wellness gurus attempting to shame anyone who holds autistic people accountable for their mea culpas. Such is the situation of the Rainbow Unicorn Glitter Fart Starchild(™) whose mindframe revolves around chakra obsession and health food fads. She insists that mass enlightenment is just around the corner. She is already there, of course, and waiting for the rest of us dirty peasants to catch up. On the other side, we have nihilist atheists and evangelists of various stripes, counting down the seconds until CEOs everywhere are forced to flee to their Bluemont bunkers for fear of a random fusillade of custom-engraved ammunition landing in their scalps.

As usual, sanity resides somewhere between the two poles, and though it goes unrecognized by those pushing the two extremes, it is a present-and-accounted-for alternative.
 

And now for Two Minutes Hate: CEO Edition

I hate CEOs and I hate the way they live. I hate all of the Kardashians. I hate Mark Zuckerberg. I hate Joel Osteen and I think he is a de facto Satanist. Speaking of de facto Satanists, I hate Dave Ramsey despite using some of his better advice. I hate people who travel around in private jets. I hate their multi-million dollar divorce settlements, their surgery and injection enhanced faces that stare from every screen and magazine cover, and their stupid attempts at trying to be relatable. I hate their trophy wives so much that I envision them going on shopping sprees to redecorate their luxe foyers with Farrow and Ball wallpaper that costs more than a year of university tuition and a $24,000 umbrella stand. Think of what that money could do for someone in dire need and the umbrella stand becomes an obscenity. Kim Kardashian redecorated her entire 8,000 square foot house in pink and green for a Wicked-themed slumber party. “No expense was spared” and future landfills were also not spared. Eff these people.
 

What we hate, we imitate

The trouble with unexamined hatred is that it molds us in its image. Our Rainbow Unicorn Glitter Fart Starchild(™) is as full of hatred as her incel shooter-in-training counterpart on the other side of the equation. Unexamined hatred has a spirit of its own along with an astral pyramid. These things exist independently of any one person or group. Like the egregores of cocaine or alcohol, the hatred egregore sucks weak humans into the bottom of its pyramids as worker bees and mines them for energy. They don’t feel it happening. Before they know it, they are snorting lines out of the carpeting or swallowing their own decayed, broken death while pissing themselves on the barstool with no memory of how they got there or why they are still alive. Hatred is much, much more addictive than cocaine or alcohol. It can take multiple lifetimes to work out an anger addiction.

Honestly, like many, I am glad Brian Thompson was executed. He deserved it. If I said I believe we need to leave the CEOs alone in order to be better people or avoid bad karma, I would be lying. If that makes me a bad person, I am OK with that. I would rather be a bad person than lie to myself to insist my thoughts are cleaner than they actually are. For instance, if the globalist goons ever come for me, I will relish falling back into my old habits. Going gonzo on them will feel like homecoming.

Were the gods truly against Brian Thompson’s assassination?

The Greek gods were not goody two shoes. They were downright vengeful, petty, and vain on the regular. For instance, was it truly necessary for Athena to transform the weaver Arachne into a spider? The human girl boasted she was a better weaver, and instead of saying “No, you’re not,” and ignoring her, Athena entered into a weaving contest with Arachne. When Athena saw that Arachne had woven a tapestry depicting the gods in various extramarital indiscretions, she ripped Arachne’s work to shreds. Arachne then kills herself and Athena’s version of “pity” is to transform her into a spider. In Druid parlance, the spider was always Arachne’s cydwil, otherwise known as the animal she originally evolved from via hundreds of millions of years of evolution. The little spider soul that ascended through form after form to finally become human was sent back again to Square One as punishment. I am a devotee of Athena who has written her a song to go with her Orphic hymn but even I cannot see this as a particularly mature set of actions. Athena was hardly the only vengeful Greek god: compared to the curse of Atreus, Athena’s punishment of Arachne hardly stirs the water.
 

The Christian god isn’t exactly just or moderate in his punishments of terrible human beings, otherwise being gay would not be libeled as an abomination and we would be able to suffer a witch to live. The urge to have it both ways does not excuse what is supposed to be the infallible Word of God. Which part of the Bible are we to believe and model our lives after? The one where God takes delight in ripping babies from the womb and crushing the heads of babies? The one where a father offers his daughters to be raped to spare his houseguests? You can’t cherry pick… it’s in there. Also, the Christian god is clearly vengeful, and putting his own son up to receive the vengeance due to others does not make him less vengeful.
 

I’m not a god and I don’t know how gods operate except that they work in mysterious ways. When Luigi Mangione gunned down one of the worst human beings ever to waste the air of this planet, perhaps it was the will of a god working through him. How the hell would I know? All I know is that the circumstances lined up in a peculiar way that humans usually associate with gods.
 

Nevertheless, if we round up all of the CEOs right now and put them in a gulag, laughing as we watched them beg for their lives on a livestream, it would not make a whit of difference unless we changed ourselves and our aspirations into something truly different than a CEO. I will be discussing what I believe about effecting those differences in a future essay.