07.02.2026 (20:29): On one hand, “never forget”. On the other, “forget about it”. At this point, I’ll just let the super DJs make the transition to wherever it is we’re going now.
07.02.2026 (19:47): Friedrich Nietzsche: “I have letters that make even the blind see.”
07.02.2026 (19:24): Portuguese Neo-Nazi goes to jail for typing somewhere that leftwing women should be forcefully prostituted. But is this any different from what leftists do to their own leftist women? First they throw a little micro theory to her. They tell the poor girl she has to get fucked in the ass for “liberty” and for the protection of “freedom”, and she buys it of course, because she is leftwing. If she says no? Well, gift her a new car or a new iPhone and tell her again that it is extremely important because the “fascists” are extremely dangerous and are all around us. And if she still says no? Show her your gun and don’t even say anything. She’ll get how serious it is. And if she still doesn’t get it? You get the gist. You can always fabricate a billion micro theories, show her ugly stuff, and keep throwing her golden words about how such a “queen” and “warrior” she is. Maybe even bring another of your female victims with you to reassure her it’s all perfectly fine and even “fun”. By the time she gets fucked in the ass, she will know it was “for the greater good”. Is this any different from rape, at the end of the day? It is absolutely disgusting and that’s how we get to superwhores like Bonnie Blue. That’s how corruption looks. So, in a way, the Neo-Nazi was protecting the poor leftwing women when he typed that down. He was merely trying to wake them up to how they are getting raped.
06.02.2026 (23:46): Graffiti. Scribbling some doodles on the streets of your city. I get it. When I was a little child I did it in my own home. I colored the entire walls of that place. That’s what retarded children with too much freedom do. I have got to remind myself of this every time I go for a walk in the Lisbon of today. A lot of big children in this city with nothing better to do.
06.02.2026 (16:58): Whoever throws the first nuke, here’s what I have to tell you. I get it. All the little insects will write a billion words defaming you, but you have here a real genius telling you I understand you perfectly and even appreciate your courage.
06.02.2026 (16:22): Jah Bless. The other day I inserted a dildo up a Jamaican’s ass and then told him, “Don’t worry. Be happy”. He shed a little tear, and I told him, “No man, no cry”.
06.02.2026 (14:15): Alek Száhala versus Infected Mushroom. Száhala is more brutal, while Infected Mushroom are more sly. The main difference in their music.
06.02.2026 (14:02): BITCOIN IS GOING TO ZERO. SATOSHI IS THE DEVIL. 🙂
05.02.2026 (22:37): Funny how two atomic bombs made the majority gay. They thought radiation was dangerous but forgot to calculate the psychological effects. If they knew what was coming, they would have nuked half the planet.
05.02.2026 (19:39): If I had any say on the matter, Danes would be banned from ever migrating to Mars. No exceptions.
05.02.2026 (18:58): Whoever made you cry, my bride, will get what they deserve. We are pissed off, and we’ve got dildos, syringes, and we love the taste of human heart.
05.02.2026 (18:56): The king of Spain lambasting Musk for wanting to colonize Mars saying he should focus on fixing Earth. He’s part of the problem. After all, Musk is just a businessman while he is a literal king. And if Earth does indeed go to Hell, we can always build Heaven in Mars.
05.02.2026 (18:54): Blacks fighting for the hood. They need to wear glasses lol. They grab a couple of Uzis and think they own the planet. But we’ve got lazers ‘n shit over here. And entire planets are our hood.
05.02.2026 (18:53): So many martyrs under the altar of liberty.
05.02.2026 (18:52): You know how in BDSM they are fine hurting each other but use some little word to stop the acting? They can scream the word “No” all they want, but the magic word is usually something stupid. We will do it to you and you will scream “No” for hours and hours and we will all laugh as we watch it while we applaud the acting. The thing is you will never guess the magic word because you don’t know it. But it’s fine. It’s all roleplaying and acting in the end, right? You are about to become a world-class actor.
05.02.2026 (15:25): Fentanyl and synthetic drugs. So drug lords are pumping fentanyl and other disgusting drugs into the USA (and even into my own hometown). You have got to wonder if all they’re really after is a few extra cents (since fentanyl production costs are way cheaper than other hard drugs). But see its effects on the drug addicts. And see how widely disseminated they already are. Clearly these drug lords don’t give a fuck and have no honor at all. In sum, they’re begging for stormy weather in their lands and perhaps an explosion or two. And we have syringes, too, by the way.
05.02.2026 (14:50): Why would Germany turn their nuclear power generation off? The only sensible explanation is security reasons. Imagine a terrorist attack on a nuclear facility. Remember Chernobyl. The way this is going, Germans will gladly bend over and get fucked in the ass for “security reasons”.
05.02.2026 (00:35): To understand the American leftists’ behaviour nowadays, you should watch the British sitcom ‘Allo ‘Allo!. All the non-Nazi characters were terrified of the Nazis and acted increasingly nervous whenever they showed up on their doorstep. It’s a funny show. But anyway, as far as the modern American left goes, the police is the Gestapo (which is why they were pushing the “defund the police” movement back in 2020). These guys really are so weak and afraid of a little discipline that they are afraid of the police. So imagine how they view ICE, the military, etc. In their minds, violent crime is a fact of life that can’t be erased (but the moment they see police brutality, which can indeed sometimes happen, they lose their minds). At bottom, the discipline, rigor, intelligence, and capabilities of the police scare them. But look at El Salvador. Look at what Bukele did to that country with a little bit of “police brutality”. Isn’t it worth it? Isn’t El Salvador’s population much safer and happier now? Not to mention that Americans still have the right to bear arms, which means that if police brutality truly got out of hand, they could fight back. My guess is that they think the police could turn the USA into the Fourth Reich in the blink of an eye, and so they are extremely sensitive to the slightest hint of that happening. Or they have nothing better to do and just want to protest in the streets. Could be that, too.
04.02.2026 (20:32): So a couple of protesters get shot for interrupting ICE’s emergency work. Big deal. Just let ICE do their job for a couple of minutes and don’t interfere. You obeyed the COVID-19 lockdowns like it was nothing, but jailing and deporting illegals (which is what the majority of your country voted for) is suddenly a new holocaust? Just behave for a couple of minutes. Didn’t the majority want scum out of their streets? And aren’t you democratic? And now even Joe Rogan is calling ICE the Gestapo? Are there any men left in the marketplace or everyone is an actor now? So here’s where this whole thing is heading if you keep acting gay: the complete demilitarization of the USA. And then… salve-se quem puder.
04.02.2026 (19:55): You can see how false some prophets were by the stupid rules they bequeathed to their followers. So Mohammed heard a voice telling him that raping and killing was fine, but eating pork was a dangerous sin. And nobody questioned this, they all blindly obeyed his stupid rules. Afraid of bacon lol. Or a 50-year-old man marrying a 6-year-old child and having sex with her being perfectly fine. You can see that whoever planted that voice and those commands in his brain was testing his intelligence and probably even setting up a long-term trap on him and his stupid followers. I can already picture Epstein placing his arm over Mohammed’s shoulders with a big smile on his face as he poses to the camera. “Ha! Ha! We caught him”.
04.02.2026 (19:18): You can’t exactly erase the past (unless an event similar to the burning of the library of Alexandria happens). “Never forget” goes both ways. In order to remember the holocaust you have to remember the Nazis, so both will keep existing as long as they remain inside someone’s brain, even if just as ideas. Even Aztec culture survived, and given all this hysterical pursuit of liberty, I wouldn’t be surprised to discover there’s an Aztec cult out there ripping the hearts of little babies, as I type this.
04.02.2026 (18:43): The Finnish concept of sisu sounds great and even heroic, but it presupposes extreme pressure. Can’t feel comfortable and have sisu.
04.02.2026 (18:34): My deficiencies. Laziness and stubbornness. I guess I am a bit slow, but speed is relative when everything reacts to your every move (or lack of move).
04.02.2026 (18:18): Animalistic interpretations. Imagine an animal so strange that it can be useful to every other animal. The animal that is useful to a particular animal at any given moment. The pig king will say he is a pig, the snake king will say he is a snake, the duck king will say he is a duck, the deer king will say he is a deer, the turtle king will say he is a turtle, the fish king will say he is a fish, the chameleon king will say he is a chameleon, the shark king will say he is a shark. etc. Etc. All because they are all little intolerant animals compared to him and can’t fathom him being anything other than one of them.
04.02.2026 (18:07): Imposing the same culture or ideology to different peoples (genetically and culturally speaking). Like trying to make a fish breath oxygen.
04.02.2026 (17:59): Portugal. This country has a bureaucracy labyrinth to make it harder for entrepreneurial people to create and build, to make every process of creation slower (though apparently you can create a company in a single day, I should try doing that one of these days to see how that works). People working their ass off, little pay. Language used in Law purposely obscure and hard to decipher. Comedians taken more seriously than serious men. A Ricardo Araújo Pereira is supposed to be more intelligent than a Medina Carreira because he makes people laugh (makes them feel good), while Medina Carreira was already predicting all the shit happening to Europe now as far back as 2011. But he forgot to crack a joke every once in a while, so people didn’t hear him. If you don’t have a strong military, nor a strong economy, OF COURSE outside forces will be able to “corrupt” your society. Just send a person of interest a little bit of money and it’s done. Give him a smirk and a little joke, too, so he feels he’s special. I remember hearing him say politics in Portugal were disgusting, and he was part of them as far back as the mid-70s, and he stepped away because of it, despite being extremely competent. My guess is that politicians are corrupt, more interested in their well-being than in the population’s. They could also simply be incompetent. Though you have to wonder if this is truly the case when some of them become ONU leaders as soon as they leave office. No wonder the best Portuguese emigrate, and in organized, clean countries they excel (and are able to reach top positions in strong institutions. Nuno Loureiro was the director of the MIT Plasma Science and Fusion Center, and there are a lot more badasses like him in top international companies and institutions). Ambiguous culture but strong “chico-esperto” (=smart-ass) culture. Gotta understand that weak military, WW2 neutrality, and Cold War had massive effect on modern day Portuguese culture. Hence a lot of ambiguity. Little hygiene in communication and use of words, which creates unnecessary ambiguity. I guess the Portuguese are great at laughing things off. And indeed we have expressions for practically everything. Medina Carreira himself was often called “velho do desterro” (because he forgot to crack a joke or two while analyzing and discussing Portugal’s issues with the best specialists available). Is it any wonder nobody knows left from right, or up from down anymore? When there are so many labyrinthine cultural dead ends thrown around? And you have to say it, if we have such competent people excelling in outside countries, then why is Portugal so poor? It’s got to be by design.
04.02.2026 (03:39): COPY COPY. DO YOU READ ME. The Whore of Babylon is located somewhere in Denmark. Perhaps right in the middle of Greenland. Sources tell me she is also known as the Glacier Queen.
03.02.2026 (20:47): It’s time to understand heavy metal’s sign of the horns. The idea here is that if you spend all your time listening to music, or playing guitar, or working, you’re going to end up with a pair of horns (=romantically cheated on), and so these guys keep throwing that symbol around between themselves. But this idea presupposes that all free girls are the same and would cheat given the chance. Whether the girl turns out to be a disgusting slut or not is a problem of education, weak fathers, and so on. Cheating is disgusting and of course those who perpetuated this little joke are faggots.
03.02.2026 (16:27): And speaking of insects, back where I come from, when we see a cockroach in our home, we step on it and crush it, and if the little cockroach manages to escape the initial attack, we hunt it down until the little cockroach is absolutely crushed. Nobody goes to bed until the little cockroach is crushed.
03.02.2026 (14:15): Denmark. Everyone is wondering why Trump wants Greenland, but I know exactly why. It makes perfect sense from my perspective, if you read a bit about their history, culture and know a bit of psychology. Basically, out of all the Scandinavian and North European countries, they are the country with the worst, least glorious history. Moreover, they have ingrained in their culture the The Law of Jante, which is a code of conduct that DESPISES exceptionalism. The whole idea of Jante is to ingrain on every Danish person the belief that they are all equal, nobody is better than anyone else, etc. But no individuals, means no culture! Hence, their culture is so weak (even their best individual, Søren Kierkegaard, was already writing about how the public was the real leveler, etc., sensing that the Danes were extremely lame). Meanwhile, every other European country, even the tiniest ones, are filled with geniuses, adventurers, etc. And then look at WW2. Denmark resigned instantly (and some say in a pathetic manner). So you think we can trust a nation of mediocre people? Even the stuff they are proud of having done during WW2, the saving of Jews, was done mostly by the Jews themselves, some of which were actually Portuguese. Denmark is a pathetic country that sees around it glory upon glory, so it is not a surprise to see they are choking on resentment. Danish people are also supposedly one of the most “empathetic” peoples in Europe, but they’ve been rejecting asylum seekers for years now, while the rest of us have been taking them reluctantly. Do you see the hypocrisy? Finally, these motherfuckers paid my fake best friend over 3k USD per month to “work” 2 hours per day in his bedroom to type some stupid pretend lines of code, so he could have time to DISTURB MY PEACE OF MIND… FOR MONTHS. Which culminated, of course, in him sending me an anonymous, disgusting threat, and letting this “joke” roll for several hours, as if I am playing over here, and this is all just a big fat joke. This guy is 28 years old, acting like a little child, and is moreover a pig, and instead of typing his stupid lines of stupid code for his stupid Danish company, he decided to send me threats… MID-WEEK, DURING WORKING HOURS. The Danes knew very well what they were doing, but they messed with the wrong individual. And I am already considering buying a flight ticket to Copenhagen just to slap the first Danish faggot I see there.
To give you an idea here, most Portuguese people are working 8-hour shifts every day for some measly 1k USD. My own mother wrote a 400-page genius, tough, academic book that was useful to EVERYONE and got paid… around 5k USD for it IN ADDITION to giving university lectures and writing other books, sometimes simultaneously. And this motherfucker opens Chat-GPT for a couple of hours, copy-pastes some lines of code, and spends the rest of the day cooking up ways to disturb my peace of mind? Literally the mind of the best writer in the country? The Portuguese are all being taken advantage of because you give them a few cents and they will do genius work for you, because we are all poor. It is disgusting what is happening and the Danes had the gall to further mess with us.
Seeing all this stuff, is it any wonder Trump is furious with the Danes? You can’t trust these little hypocritical, resentful insects. And if they had any brains, they would give Greenland to the USA for free because we aren’t playing over here and we never forget. And if I was Trump, I’d nuke Greenland, to test their so-called empathy and see if they would understand his point of view and even laugh at the situation.
02.02.2026 (11:47): Is the fault of your unhappiness the behaviour of the “globalists”? But the globalists haven’t showed up a mere two or three decades ago. The globalists were here since the start. This is why primitive homo sapiens moved out of Africa into every other continent. Or why the Roman empire existed. Or why Europeans colonized entire continents. All that is going on is this planet’s map was eventually totally cartographed, and human beings got progressively more connected to each other. Century after century it got to where we are. So you can’t say the fault of your unhappiness is the “globalists” because we have ALWAYS been globalists. Rather, try to be a better globalist than the other globalists.
02.02.2026 (11:21): Rudeness. Not everyone can become a “gentleman” otherwise end of civilization. If you are worth anything, all these people pretending to be gentlemen are probably talking shit behind your back, anyway. Calling fags fags and calling sluts sluts saves civilization. Or what? We’re going to ban mean words? Then how are our descendants going to even know what fags and sluts are? These words were invented for very good reasons.
02.02.2026 (11:19): You gotta love equality and DEI. It’s time to add a lot more diversity in porn, more specifically in the female casting. Not enough diversity there. From the most softcore to the most hardcore genres. Beautiful brown and black sluts are begging for it.
02.02.2026 (03:53): I figured out the matrix’s code while barely doing anything. Just some reading and writing, a little bit of action and a little bit of observation. A little bit of socializing and a little bit of isolation. A little bit of obedience and a little bit of disobedience. An extremely sensitive brain. The missing piece of the puzzle was to find the harmony in fate.
02.02.2026 (03:41): Pen versus machine gun. But it was the pen that designed the machine gun. The pen that designed the atomic bomb. And the pen that designed this entire world, including you yourself.
02.02.2026 (03:40): Baudrillard was defence (probably a remnant of the Cold War), Alex Kierkegaard was offense (probably because he understood what the Frenchman was doing and saw it was going nowhere), and I’m somewhere in between both of them to make the transition more seamless.
02.02.2026 (03:35): Micro theory. What could the tiniest theory be if not a single point? And then comes the circle, the sphere, all the way to the entire universe.
02.02.2026 (03:33): Thank you my bride for waking me up with your perfect smile and your divine play-acting. And I wish to see you and be with you and give you a hug again in the coming future.
02.02.2026 (03:29): Prophecies, too, can be mere noise to confuse. People often lie, why do you think prophets, too, aren’t lying (or being lied to)? Even if retrocausality is true and changing (adding/removing) stuff from the past is possible, the ones doing it could be rearranging the past so your present seems prophesized/fated at every moment. There’s a sweet spot in time-span analysis, too. Looking for clues and fate harmony in, for example, the fucking Egyptian pyramids as regards my actions of today, 5000 years later, is stupid. Yes, there is a chain of causality, but does it really matter what the fuck Ra said to Isis or whatever? I’m eating Jamon Ibérico now because of Ra’s will? Gimme a break. I have will, too, and so do you, and so there’s a sweet spot of useful analysis of the past that can bear fruit in the present, and shape the coming future. You can indeed connect everything and even try to guess where we’re heading, but at this point I’m just doing it as a little fun hobby, for the above reason.
And just as I use other people’s work to make sense of fate and find the “harmony” in it, other people can use my work to do the same.
Either way, my brain has seen so much weird stuff in the world synchronizing with it, whether it is storms, earthquakes, “paranormal” activity, comets, etc. That it doesn’t really matter. There is a higher power around me that could kill me instantly if it wanted to, I am certain of it, but it doesn’t, for some reason. No way to know at all who or what it is, I can merely know it exists.
Circle of time. I and some individuals are inside a sphere that circles around that circle. We’re riding the circle, a section at a time. Some sort of force guarding the sphere? Would explain “paranormal” activity. The past outside the sphere can change so sphere time-span makes sense (i.e. seems fateful)? And the size of the sphere can vary from moment to moment? This sounds like a good metaphor to explain some of my observations.
And, by the way, the fact that I am aware of all of this stuff I mentioned above makes me, of course, a great prophet.
02.02.2026 (03:27): Modern Defense/Security sector, modern Intelligence Agencies’ behaviour. Like an auto-immune disease, they started attacking their own body. Call it “deep state”, call it “sinister forces”… It’s just superhumans competing with each other to stay on top, trying to fuck over those they don’t like, and to hell with everyone else. But God knows and the cure is coming.
30.01.2026 (22:39): If you are so unhappy with your life that it seems unbearable to keep living, just buy a flight ticket to Canada and ask for assisted suicide. You can die a painless, blissful death. Suicide is not a problem at all and I can imagine many situations that warrant such an action. In my opinion.
30.01.2026 (20:38): “Encoberto” my ass. I am here “hidden” in plain sight. Come at me. The tears will be beautiful indeed Bandarra, and they are too dumb to know they are coming.
30.01.2026 (20:32): In Denmark, women use the sperm of gay men as perfume when they go out to the bar.
30.01.2026 (17:24): Here’s a little prophecy for you. Faggots, rapists, blacks, browns, yellows, they are all going to be exterminated. And you can rip the heart of my baby for all I care, because I have a million babies. You are fucked, literally, because before I execute you, my robot will stick a dildo up your ass. Until you lose your voice from so much yelling. So you see how “fun” and “funny” rape is. No one is safe now. This is not a parody, it’s destiny, and the signs are there for anyone to see.
28.01.2026 (01:40): The frustrated men calling modern society “clown world”, as if that meant anything or made them look morally and intellectually superior to everyone else, haven’t been paying attention to the plot for the past two thousand years. Not too long ago, their ancestors were revering an all-powerful God that got crucified and whose mother was a virgin. And so it became that some artists eventually made horror movies featuring scary clowns, to keep the ambiguity going. Or Buddha being revered as God because he saw suffering all around him (dukkha) and simply didn’t give a fuck about it (=nirvana). Or communists wanting universal welfare for everyone and then massacring millions. Or radical Muslims being fine with raping and killing, but being afraid of pork. I’ve already explained this before, but if you reduce a Greek tragedy into a sentence, you can turn it into comedy. And by the way, Buddha’s “Middle Path” (or what I call the “sweet spot”) is unique to every single individual. In sum, just do what you want, set a goal and strive for it, that’s all I can say, in the end. And enjoy the journey.
27.01.2026 (23:07): In light of this new finding, I have written a little poem to the Whore of Babylon, which I’m sure she will love to read:
Para a Puta da Babilónia
Vou-te pregar uma foda bruta
Tratar-te como uma puta
Com uma mão a puxar-te o cabelo
E a outra a brincar com o teu grelo
Vais gemer de tanto prazer
E nem vou dizer o que te vou lamber
Mas acredita que vais tremer
E o teu corpo porco vai-se contorcer
Já estás molhada só de ler
Imagina, safada, quando te foder
E acabar a ejacular na tua garganta
Pois ambos sabemos que não és santa
E depois dir-te-ei que estava só a reinar
E no final acabo por te decapitar
27.01.2026 (22:47): Europe signs “the mother of all deals” with India and declares it a huge win. A great deal with the biggest shithole on the planet. All for some measly estimated 0.1% GDP growth. What a victory. More scum entering the gardens of Europe, as if all the mass migration we have already had from every shithole on the planet wasn’t enough. Meanwhile, Spain apparently (and I write “apparently” because the amount of fake news out there these days is gigantic) wants to legalize several thousand illegal immigrants, instead of deporting them (or executing them, which is what we should have started doing a long time ago). Is Europe being ruled by a colossal whore? No man would ever allow this shit slide. Who cares if browns deliver UberEats 24/7? Do we really need this? Does having browns cycling up and down our cities to deliver food boost the GDP that much, my dear economists? Just walk down the fucking street, you lazy fatasses, and walk into the restaurant. The robots can’t come soon enough, so all the excuses these idiots manufacture for the justification of Europe’s demise end once and for all. So who really has been ruling Europe these past decades? It’s got to be the Whore of Babylon. Our cities filled with scum that doesn’t belong here, our women being raped in porn studios, all in the name of “progress”. This superwhore lies extremely well.
24.01.2026 (20:48): Saying “no” to the so-called suicidal empathy is not enough. You have to say “yes” to the murderous empathy now. Europe is in deep shit if Europeans don’t wake up.
24.01.2026 (17:20): Fated Vengeance. Looking back at my life, I have found two traitors who pretended to be my friends, who got too close to me, but who were little weak children, despite being “adults” on paper. Lying, sending anonymous threats, and then laughing it off as just a “joke”. Luis Vicente, and Miguel Achega, you are no longer protected by me and will have to suffer a bit. We are all suffering a bit, and you think this is all a joke? Now laugh at this, faggots.
24.01.2026 (16:37): Mortal Love. The hearts in my eyeballs are made of diamond. You touch the woman who turned them like this and I will rip your heart and eat it.
OPEN LETTER TO MY BRIDE: “O meu irmão enviou-me a gravação de voz que lhe enviaste. É uma infantilidade falares com o meu irmão em vez de mim. Só quero saber se estás bem. A ameaçar-me outra vez, como se eu fosse maluco e tivesse ficado a gostar de ti do nada, ou te tivesse mandado milhares de mensagens (foram 3 convites para sair sem resposta e depois uma confissão de amor na quarta vez). E tu não me rejeitaste milhares de vezes, mentirosa, foi só uma, por texto, de forma extremamente mal-criada, e depois veio logo a ameaça do teu amigo. Até porque lá em casa raramente te dei atenção, e apenas na tua despedida te dei um abraço e foi pouco depois disso que comecei a pensar em ti a sério, por isso deves ter alucinado essa de já saberes que eu gostava de ti. E se fosse mesmo esse o caso, então porquê aceitar ir num date num bom restaurante sozinha comigo se na tua cabeça nem amigos éramos? E ainda pior se “sabias” que gostava de ti amorosamente? És estúpida? Sim, fui mal-criado contigo depois da tua rejeição bruta e de me bloqueares do nada, quando pedi a uma amiga em comum para te dizer que te queria comer, e peço-te desculpa por isso. No calor do momento enviei aquilo e tenho pena de te ter desiludido e envergonhado. É óbvio que sentes algo por mim. Se é só ódio, ou amor-ódio, ou talvez medo, não sei. Mas não tens que ter medo porque jamais te magoaria e estás protegida. Quanto à diferença de idades, não me incomoda nada, já és uma mulher e eu não sou um velho de 50 anos. Se quiseres ir a tribunal estás à vontade, mas só vais perder dinheiro. Não te odeio, mas também estou chateado contigo. Não posso fazer mais nada depois de levar tantas tampas. Deste ghosting (mal-criada), rejeitaste-me agressivamente (mal-criada) e bloqueaste-me (mal-criada) antes de ter sido mal-criado contigo. E não, enviar 4 mensagens para sairmos num espaço de 3 semanas não é mal-criado. Mal-criado é ignorá-las como se eu nem existisse e fosse um perfeito desconhecido, especialmente depois de te levar a almoçar e ainda te ajudar a fazer mudanças, sendo até algumas das tuas coisas pesadas. Vou acreditar que estás bem e talvez um dia amadureças e percebas que tratar alguém que se preocupa e gosta de ti como eu me preocupo e gosto de ti não merece esse teu desprezo colossal. E agora sou eu que vou cortar contacto contigo. Acabou o jogo. Se algum dia amadureceres, sabes como me contactar.”I was dropped in this planet to kill gods, and I just killed Shiva. This girl thinks she’s talking to who? I designed this crazy reality to such an extent that even my own brother had to be consistently fucked in the ass. You think I give a fuck what happens to me now? I’m the evilest entity in this galaxy (:p), and I got even reptiles on my side. So I understand why she got scared when I showed up at her workplace. It was as if she saw a ghost. And now she’s acting all brave and I’m “disgusting”? Just apologize to me, and act nice. You aren’t a bitch, so stop acting like one. You seduced the fuck out of me for weeks, and now you regret it? I am no ordinary man. And now you can die alone for all I care, because whoever touches you, will get his heart ripped, in this life and in the next, forever. You were mine the day you were born, and it was written in the stars.
23.01.2026 (18:49): Mortal Kombat a sério. Humanos que estejam aborrecidos lutam entre si em combate mortal (com opção de tortura no golpe final, também conhecido como “fatality”). “Répteis” contra “répteis”. Torneio com regras. Actualmente, humanos possuídos da cabeça e líderes provavelmente cheios de “veneno”. Não conseguiram meter ordem. Principais suspeitos deste “caos” e falta de ordem no planeta: hindus, ou Shiva (até o Buddha é mau exemplo, pois deixou andar). India actual: ainda com sistema de castas, Indianos na merda literalmente, desigualdade gigante, líderes estão-se a lixar. Toda a história pode ser explicada por “veneno”. P.ex. Nazis enganados=manipulados por Shiva, etc. “Répteis” cruéis vão na cantiga de Shiva. No futuro reduzir manipulação de inocentes, etc. Há limites e há regras. Assim, instintos de guerra podem ser controlados. O resto é crime e são presos ou executados. Eu sei isto porque estou cheio de “veneno” também. Cidades seguras, limpas, etc. E os gladiadores do futuro serão gladiadores porque querem e gostam, não porque são forçados ou manipulados a fazê-lo. Certas etnias obviamente mais facilmente manipuladas por Shiva. Têm menos resistência a pensamentos, ideias, ou impulsos plantados, enfim, ao “veneno”. Por isso é que, hoje, os blacks na América são 10% da população e cometem 53% do crime violento ou África recebeu triliões de USD durante décadas em filantropia e continuam todos na merda. Queres ser mau? Então criamos mortal kombat a sério. Proteger inocentes e entreter “répteis”.
18.01.2026 (23:33): :p
18.01.2026 (06:45): Na ânsia de caçar porcos, vocês poderão criar porcos. Baudrillard foi camuflagem. Alex Kierkegaard foi guerra. Eu fui sexo. Humanidade possuida por um espírito potente que manipulou cérebros inteligentes a buscar o máximo prazer em detrimento do bem-estar dos outros. Em vez do “nem 8 nem 80”, humanidade possuida pela busca incessante do 80. Poderão ser aliens com tecnologia avançada. Sejam quem for (répteis? Ahah), é bom que parem com a “brincadeira”, senão estão fodidos. Se humanos já sabiam e não fizeram nada, nem comunicaram nada, nem avisaram ninguém? Eram cobardes. Cada um é como é.Acordei da ilusão “hyperreal” por… amor.Estou cheio de veneno, mas quero paz. Os répteis vão-se acalmar. Já perceberam? Crucificar répteis. Esta operação é colossal (no tempo e no espaço), e é por isso que guerreiros como Nietzsche não tiveram practicamente reconhecimento nenhum em vida e apenas foram reconhecidos pós-morte.
18.01.2026 (01:40): When the game ends. Since the universe is everything and contains time and space, this game does end and there is indeed a winner. I lied in my book. I have won, and now you know.
17.01.2026 (12:09): Exterminate Nepal, India, Black Africans (in every country of the world), Bangladeshians, Pakistanis. (Is this parody? Who knows? If you have enough balls you know…)Armageddon starts now, Peter.
17.01.2026: ARMAGEDDON STARTS NOW. YOU ALREADY HAVE ALL THE INSTINCTS, IT STARTS NOW.
15.01.2026: O mundo é uma obra de arte que oscila entre comédia e medo (e tudo o que há no meio), realizada por Deus, que evolui para segurança máxima e onde, por vezes, acidentes acontecem. Psicopatas que adoram crueldade vão acabar extintos, ou em cativamento enquanto evoluimos em direcção ao objectivo de segurança. Mas como no processo de evolução até agora desenvolvemos o prazer pela crueldade, ainda estamos no processo de erradicá-lo para cumprir o objectivo de segurança global. Os psicopatas inteligentes de hoje, sabendo isso, farão no mínimo o esforço para fingir que não são cruéis, mas a sua erradicação será inevitável porque com a globalização veio também o objectivo de segurança global, que se iniciou depois das barbaridades da segunda guerra mundial e é portanto para aí que estamos a evoluir. (O facto da psicopatia já ser hoje considerada uma doença é indicador deste processo.) Como um governo mundial totalitário e único pode levar a abusos de poder, Deus quererá descentralizar o poder (hoje, internamente por meio de instituições, externamente por meio de países, e talvez no futuro por planetas) e é por aí que se farão as alianças e acordos de segurança entre os diversos povos, que terão segurança como objectivo. É para aí que caminhamos e evoluímos. No caso de acidentes que levem a conflictos cinéticos, instintos cruéis podem resurgir, mas o principal objectivo será a segurança para garantir o conforto e felicidade para todos, até porque a produção e inovação será feita pelas máquinas. O futuro será maravilhoso, e as coisas ficarão cada vez melhores. (E no presente, talvez, já se use muita ilusão cruel, muitos simulacros camuflados para caçar psicopatas.)
The Best Writer of the Universe
By Bernardo Filipe / January 13, 2026
I am the best writer in the universe and that’s why y’all are hooked on my brain. Y’all fell for my trap.
Situationships
By Bernardo Filipe / January 6, 2026
Grok’s definition of situationship: “A situationship is a romantic or sexual connection that’s somewhere between casual hookups and a full-on committed relationship—more than friends with benefits, but without any official labels, exclusivity, or clear commitment.”
The idea of being in a so-called situationship sounds depressing. It just seems the guy is not serious about the girl he is seeing and is just fooling around and kind of taking advantage of her (emotionally, intellectually, and physically), never fully committing to her. It must feel depressing and humiliating to be in such a relationship if you are a woman. So I can see why a situationship can be “very intense” to a girl, and that’s indeed what a girl recently told me about her own. But the fact that she was not even embarrassed to be in a situationship and openly admitted to being in one, practically as soon as I showed her I was interested in her, after having talked to each other less than one hour in total, gave me mixed feelings. On one hand, she was honest. But on the other, what kind of self-respecting woman would allow herself to be in a situationship in the first place. It only makes sense if she really loves him, in which case it’s a turn-off: her heart already belongs to another man. But then why not just tell me she has a boyfriend? Of course, she might have told me that because she wanted to subtly suggest she was unhappy with her situationship and was open to dating me. Otherwise, she would have outright told me she had a boyfriend and that would be the end of it.
The Fourth Book
By Bernardo Filipe / January 3, 2026
Who are we kidding? We both know this “Life Updates” page is going to become another book in a few months. I was supposed to post once per month, right? But this mind never stops. So you are already reading my fourth book—the first was my Thoughts (which was titled A Light Philosophical Supper when it was still an unfinished draft, and then I changed its name to The Straight Science, as a little joke that I’m sure any Nietzsche reader will get, and finally opted for the simple but accurate Thoughts title, which is essentially what that book is: a small collection of thoughts); the second was my Thoughts & Memories, which contained my first book Thoughts, now in the form of a mere chapter, and expanded it with the content of my blog, which also included some of my memories/biographical writing; the third was the second volume of my Thoughts & Memories, a continuation of it that I decided to split into a second volume because the book was already becoming too big. But you know what? This new Life Updates book might just reach 500 pages before I publish it. It will take some time before we get there, so keep checking this page if you want to keep reading me. And now that I think about it, I should just add the second volume of Thought & Memories to the first volume and turn it into the final chapter, since this second volume doesn’t have that many pages. It was supposed to be 350+ pages long but I finished it sooner than expected (I’m of course still writing, even though I thought at the time I’d stop writing almost entirely, but I had to finish the book somewhere and that ending seemed fitting, that’s all), so if I add it to my Thoughts & Memories, the book will reach a little over 500 pages, which is still pretty OK for a book. Not too short and not too big. I’ll do this later today.
AI’s Massive Energy Usage
By Bernardo Filipe / January 3, 2026
Some complain that AI uses too much energy and that it is bad for the environment. There were already people complaining about bitcoin’s energy usage back in 2021, so it makes sense people would now attack AI for the same reason. And I say to them what I said to the bitcoin haters: 1) not all energy is equally hard on the environment, and 2) who are we to tell the AI companies where to use the energy they buy? Plus, how much energy does it cost to send rockets to Mars? Technological progress is supposed to be costly. Doubling or tripling the global energy usage is a good thing. If we could double our energy production every year, that would be fantastic. Our goal is to progress technologically (and eventually colonize the galaxy) and we need all the energy we can get to accomplish this. The complainers are not megalomaniacal enough. But it’s OK. Nobody is forcing them to use AI. If they are so inclined, they can emigrate to Siberia and live a life free of mass energy consumption there (though, I hear there are some big data centers there, too).
The complainers are essentially asking us to halt all progress. But that’s not going to happen. It’s too late now. There’s literally nothing you can do now to stop AI’s impeding general adoption. If one country decides to ban AI, several others won’t. And if by 2027 AI uses more energy than Argentina, maybe it’s because AI is bigger than Argentina, too. As for pollution, we are aware of the problem and are doing all we can to reduce it. But the fears that pollution will stop AI’s general adoption are not grounded in reality.
Forgetting a Friend’s Name
By Bernardo Filipe / January 1, 2026
Have you ever befriended someone and then met him several times over several months on several social occasions and sometime in-between these encounters you forgot his name but now it’s too late to ask him his name without hurting his feelings? Try asking for his FULL name. It might work.
When Theory Sees Further
By Bernardo Filipe / January 1, 2026
“Scientists create matter from pure light, proving Einstein’s 120-years old theory E = mc², right in the lab.”—Which is why I wrote: “Some things have been explained long before they’ve been observed”.
Different Genetics
By Bernardo Filipe / January 1, 2026
An interviewer says, “There is no scientific evidence proving a black woman and a white woman are genetically different”. Sorry, but every single human being is genetically different from each other, except for twins, and even then, epigenetic differences can arise (how their genes can be expressed). Some groups of humans are more genetically similar than others (they have similar DNA), and the chimp’s genome is 98% equal to the general human’s. This woman sounds both uneducated and brainwashed. But maybe there is a deeper meaning behind her words, psychologically speaking, and let’s indeed assume there is. Strictly speaking, she is wrong, so why is she so confidently saying that?
It all boils down to one camp saying the genetic differences between human beings are negligible and inconsequential and one camp saying they are relevant and consequential. Every single human being has a unique DNA (expect twins) but some groups of people are more genetically similar than others. You can therefore use mathematics’ set theory to group individuals together. For example, Finnish people are genetically different from Italian people, but the Finnish and the Italians are in turn more similar to each other than to, say, the Congolese. Impossible to deny this. Now, the question is: are these genetic differences relevant? Obviously, it’s not just the skin color, or height, that is at stake here, but you CAN indeed generalize about these things, just as you can, for example, generalize that red fruits have more antioxidants than non-red fruits and are therefore better at combating free radicals in your body. This is called THINKING, which is basically the ability to make generalizations about the colossally complex universe we inhabit. So start making statistical studies about the behaviour of certain genomes and make your conclusions. Or don’t think about this stuff at all, if it makes you uncomfortable. Whatever floats your boat.
Lucky Conquests
By Bernardo Filipe / December 31, 2025
“The Spaniards are the lottery winners of history who blew it all on cocaine and porcelain figurines and are now living in a trailer. Spain proves that you can be given the keys to the world and still manage to lock yourself out of the house.”—Resentful words towards a civilization and culture that achieved incredible feats in practically all metrics. “Lottery winners” is such a bad analogy, dreamt up only by envy. They sacrificed immensely to win the “lottery”. It was not luck at all that got them to colonize half the planet: this feat was the result of protracted effort and sacrifice exerted throughout several centuries, starting from the Reconquista all the way to the American Conquista, and that’s formidable. The Portuguese and the Spanish were warriors, conquerors, and explorers. Not mere bean-counting shopkeepers (though they were also that). It took huge amounts of intelligence and courage to do what they did. It was not due to “luck” that the Portuguese, for example, won the Battle of Diu: it was because of their century-long investment in naval technology that resulted in them building far superior, far deadlier warships.
But before I can even finish my explanation of why there was no luck involved in the American conquests, another person shows up telling me the conquistadors had no right to take the gold from their colonies: “I’m always a bit shocked by the education in Spain and Portugal about the old colonies. They really believe they were fully in their right to extract the gold, silver and other materials from the people that were there before they arrived in their ships.”—It’s called EXPLORATION, CONQUEST, AND COLONIZATION. Who do you think needed the gold the most? The savages living in the jungle, or the European civilizations surrounded by other powerful European enemies who constantly attacked them? Extracting the wealth from their colonies in American soil or profiting in trade from securing the maritime route to the East Indies was not only the reward for their constant risk-taking, but also necessary to stay on top of their competing European enemies, a few of which eventually ended up beating both the Portuguese and the Spanish (which was also not due to “luck”).
Éla Malaka
By Bernardo Filipe / December 28, 2025
A couple of hours ago I did my second cold approach. I was sitting at a table in a kiosk (a different one from the last approach) and noticed an extremely beautiful woman arriving and sitting at a nearby table. A friend of hers showed up and they both chatted with each other over drinks. We made eye contact three or four times and I decided I would go say hi to her. I could hear they were speaking in a foreign language that appeared to be Greek. I had some Greeks friends in the past, so I was pretty sure these girls were speaking Greek. Eventually, I got up and went to their table, greeted them, and did another direct approach (meaning, I explicitly complimented her). She told me she was indeed Greek after I asked her where she was from, and then I made a little joke. “I actually know some Greek” and then moved my right hand towards my right ear, as if my hand was a smartphone, and said, “Éla malaka!” (lol). She laughed semi-embarrassingly. A few words later, I sensed she was a bit guarded, so I told them I didn’t want to interrupt their conversation too long and asked her if she would like to go drink a coffee one of these days. She replied that they were both in a relationship, and then her friend told me the girl I approached was engaged and was going to marry soon. I wished her a happy marriage, and before leaving I told her, “Your jacket is nice” and smiled. Her friend told me I was very kind, I thanked her, said goodbye to both of them, and left. This approach was not as successful as my first because the girl’s reaction was not as cool as the first, and because we didn’t chat for that long. It was a quick interaction. But whatever. It’s still something! On to the next approach!
Ecommerce Dreams
By Bernardo Filipe / December 28, 2025
I was talking about writing in general with a friend of mine who is a marketing researcher and he sent me one of his papers so I could check it out. Right in his first paragraph, he was mentioning Google Ads and ecommerce marketing strategies, and I was immediately reminded of my own attempt at starting an ecommerce business, back in late 2020. I found one of those “dropshipping gurus” online and studied his course, after a user I respected from an obscure online forum recommended his videos. He turned out to be an excellent tutor and I learned a lot. Indeed, I learned practically everything there is to know about starting an ecommerce business. With his help, and by following his product selection criteria, I was able to find a cool product that was poorly marketed online, and that I could therefore potentially profit from. His ecommerce strategy was basically to open a single-product store and beat the competition with superior branding and marketing. That’s what it all boiled down to. He helped pick the product, design the website, and do the marketing, among several other things. I went one step ahead and even requested my suppliers to make some modifications to the product, further differentiating myself from the competition. This tutor focused on Facebook Ads and Google Ads, but he recommended at the time doing only Google Ads and forgetting about Facebook Ads because they weren’t as profitable at the time.
My website looked great, the pictures I took from the product were amazing, and I was very excited to start selling my product. I had two massive problems right at the start, though. One was with the suppliers and the other was with Google Merchant. My supplier was from China, and the Chinese Lunar Year coincided roughly with the time I picked my product and placed an order on my first batch. The thing with the Chinese Lunar Year is that, as I found out back then, even though it lasts like two weeks, the preparations for the festivities last three months and most of the production apparatus comes to a halt. Those factories literally stop manufacturing for THREE ENTIRE MONTHS. So I had to wait those three months for the suppliers to ship me the products, even though I already had everything set up (the website and the warehouse). Well, almost everything. Because the COVID lockdowns were still a thing back then, and everyone and their grandmother were opening ecommerce stores, most of which were scams and low quality, which made Google especially restrictive at the time towards the businesses it allowed to enter its Google Merchant and Google Ads services. It took me several months to get my store approved by Google Merchant, and the process was very frustrating because their customer support was atrocious (seriously, it was practically non-existent) and I had to guess by trial-and-error what it was they wanted me to change in my website, week after week. And since Google Ads was vital for my business model, I had no choice but to wait for them to approve my store. Meanwhile, the product I picked became absurdly popular out of the blue, and I was missing a massive opportunity. On one hand it seemed the gods wanted me to succeed, by making my product suddenly popular and out-of-stock everywhere (while I had secured my inventory already), but at the same time they were preventing me from selling it, since Google wouldn’t allow me to use their service! A monumental teasing, that’s what it was.
But I made a couple of mistakes, too. First one was quality control. I should have made sure the modifications I made to my product (which were basically just putting some paint on it lol) were done with high-quality materials (i.e. high-quality paint). And the second was offering the shipping of my product to the entirety of the USA, oblivious to the fact that the USA is practically a continent, and if you have your warehouse in, say, California, and your buyer is in New York, the shipping costs will be absurd, etc. Pretty basic stuff that I hadn’t thought about, and which could be easily resolved, by simply restricting my sales to a single state, or by simply charging for shipping, so nothing too serious. The serious problem was a complaint I got from a buyer who said the paint on my product was still fresh. It could have been bad luck (every batch of every product has a percentage of products with defects), but I was still understandably frustrated with how everything was going, and after selling just two products, I decided the low margins were not worth the trouble and killed the business. Ad spend, fulfillment, and shipping were already eating up my margins, but then the very second product I sell is defective? The buyer is telling me its paint is still fresh? Did these Chinese suppliers scam me? They sent me a perfectly fine prototype when I asked them to, but now I’m getting complaints? The first buyer did not complain, but the whole thing was frustrating me a lot, so I decided to kill the business. I saved all the website content and the amazing pictures I took of the product and thought to myself that, perhaps, I could give this whole business a try again some years later.
Which is why I am making this post. After reading that first paragraph on my friend’s marketing paper, I was reminded of this entire journey, and I kind of want to give it a try again now. But this time I will sell the product in my own country, set up a proper company, and make sure the paint these Chinese suppliers use is high-quality. The color scheme I’m adding to the product is necessary because it looks great and is practically nowhere to be found on the market. And, who knows, maybe even further down the line, if this business succeeds, I might start selling custom color schemes, selected by the buyer. I can pay an artist here in my country to paint my product with whatever color my buyer wants, after all. As long as the buyer is willing to pay premium for this, why not?
Of course, I already looked up my product online here in my country to see the competition, and their marketing and ads are absolutely terrible. So I see a clear opportunity here. With a good enough markup, I could profit a lot, even if I spend 50% of my margins on advertising and fulfillment. I know roughly how much the product costs (the COGS), I see the price at which it sells here, and I see an opportunity. If my current investments turn out well in the next three to six months, then, I might allocate a few thousand dollars to this ecommerce endeavor and give this thing a try one more time. It’s a mix of wanting to make money and stubbornness. But who knows? If I do start this business again and it succeeds, maybe I will be the new “dropshipping guru” selling my courses online to other wannabe entrepreneurs. Maybe in five years, after I’ve sold my business for several million dollars, I will start my ecommerce course with these words:
“I have created a DROPSHIPPING COURSE. I will teach you, step-by-step, how to sell cheap Chinese products directly to middle-class Americans. I know all the tricks: how to ship from China in just TWO DAYS, with custom labels and packaging, so your customer HAS NO IDEA THE PRODUCT IS CHEAP & CHINESE!! I have put my blood, sweat, and tears in this course. I’ve compiled all the knowledge I’ve developed over the last five years, and I’ll guide you through each step, in an “over the shoulder” kind of teaching style, with lots of video content and DETAILED explanations. You heard it right! For just 4997,97 US dollars you, too, can learn how to sell junk online for absurdly high prices!”
And by the way, I am not telling you now which ecommerce course I studied and followed, nor which product I picked. Trade secrets and all. Though… I kind of want to show you the pictures I took of the product… They are so good.
Super Daygame Turbo: Champion Edition
By Bernardo Filipe / December 23, 2025
A couple of hours ago, I finally mustered up the courage to do my first cold approach on the street, after months of thinking about doing it. After all, I wrote about wanting to cold approach random girls on the street on my I Will Never See Her Again post, back in early July, and we’re already nearing the year 2026. It took me, therefore, several months to finally do it, if not in fact years, really, since I first heard about the concept of “cold approach” back in 2013, and it always stayed somewhat on my mind since that time. But back then I still had pretty healthy social circles, so I could meet new girls while socializing with friends in bars, university parties, and so on. Last July, though, I was certain that I had to start cold approaching, not merely thinking about it, so we can agree that it took me some months to get over the fabled approach anxiety.
And I gotta tell you, it went very well! She responded very positively to my approach and nearly melted in front of me. I was sitting in a kiosk and noticed her at a table next to me. I instantly thought she was cute, and I decided I was going to chat with her a bit. As soon as I finished my coffee, I got up, dropped my cup on the counter, as I always do, turned my back and faced again the tables and went to her specific table. “Excuse me”, I said. “How are you?”. She replied that she was fine and then I said, “You are very pretty”. She instantly smiled, almost in disbelief, and then I asked her name and we chatted a little bit. I was about to ask her out for a future coffee date, but then she told me she had a boyfriend. I said, “Okay. It’s better we don’t go drink a coffee together, then”, and smiled. A second or two later, I told her to have a good evening, wished her happy holidays, and left. It wasn’t therefore a resounding success, but it FELT like one, especially for a guy who had been finding excuses not to do this kind of stuff for MONTHS. Her reaction was so positive that the idea of me ever feeling approach anxiety in the past seems comical. And now I can’t wait for my next approach!
I have been getting contacts from girls these past months, but always in a social setting, so I am indeed getting more proactive about dating (I’m sure my testosterone getting fixed helps, too…), but haven’t had any real success, and it only happened a handful of times, anyway. If I start cold approaching regularly, I should be able to get more prospects faster.
Indeed, there’s this girl I asked out last week that I want to write about. I was only able to feel comfortable enough to ask her out after I entered the shop she worked at six or seven times and after I chatted with her those six or seven times. Right on our first interaction I complimented her hair and asked her name, and she became visibly happy. She seemed very happy to see me every time I went there the following days and was interested enough to ask me questions about myself. So this explains why I felt comfortable asking her out. She agreed to go on a coffee date with me, we exchanged contacts, and then we started texting each other. Everything was going great, until… the topic changed to university degrees and studies, and she found out I have no bachelor’s degree and indeed dropped out of an engineering degree after only completing the first year of studies. After I told her that piece of info about me, she asked me what my job was, to which I replied, “I invest in the stock market”. But it was already too late. She didn’t even bother reading my reply and ghosted me. I mean, I get it, she knows practically nothing about me, and stuff like bachelor’s degrees are good indicators of the intelligence, determination, and ambition of a person, not to mention the incredible status such degrees give to a person in my country, so I understand perfectly fine her sudden 180. After all, she has no idea that I wrote a 500-page philosophical book (in my opinion, the best philosophical book ever written in my country, by any of my countrymen, in the entire history of the country) and that I am therefore intellectual, well-read, focused and determined. The book is a double-edged sword, though, because some of my book’s entries can seem too radical for the average person. Which is why I don’t talk about it too soon.
That is all to say that her behaviour, i.e. the fact that she ghosted me for not having a university degree, gave me the final motivation I needed to go back to university, step on campus, go back to class and pay attention this time. After all, back in early July, around the day I published the post I mentioned above in the first paragraph, I also posted my The Limits of My Abilities entry. I was already seriously thinking about going back to university and getting a goddamn degree back in July, and this girl, it turns out, was the final motivation I needed to make the decision.
I was leaning more towards an engineering degree because I have some STEM knowledge already (stuff like calculus, linear algebra, physics, etc.), and I do want to challenge myself. But I changed universities and entered a humanities degree back in 2022, which means that the bureaucratic process of returning to university will be simpler if I just stick to this humanities university. The degree I enrolled in was European Studies, by the way. Unfortunately, I got some health problems right at the start of the first semester and had to spend three months in bed (that’s how I got belly fat for the first time in my life, incidentally). My neurologist wanted me to do a lumbar puncture, and I got insane migraines as a side effect. I literally could not stand on my feet, walk, or sit for more than twenty minutes at a time, and the migraines only stopped when I was lying in bed. All of this means that my first semester went to waste. On top of that, there were two or three courses on that degree that especially annoyed me, the most annoying of all being the law course. The Portuguese used in Portuguese law is atrocious! It’s as though it’s written so the fewest people possible can decipher it. So, I decided to “drop out” again, and forgot about getting a degree for a few more years. Thanks to this decision, I did get my philosophical book massively expanded and complexified, so it all turned out for the best.
But me not having a university degree never really left my mind. I come from an environment where everyone has advanced degrees. My mother had a PhD and was a renowned academic and university professor. My father has a master’s degree and was also at some point a university teacher. My brother has a master’s degree, too. My uncles have university degrees. Most of my cousins, too. I am the black sheep of the family that spent a decade reading philosophy books in his room and didn’t care about university degrees at all. But most people do care about degrees, and now that I’m actively trying to get a nice girlfriend, it’s time I do my family some justice and go get a degree.
Since I am already registered in the faculty of that humanities university, and since I looked up their available degrees and found an amazing one, the courses of which all seem interesting, mixing both exact sciences courses and humanities courses, I will try to enroll there. The degree has a very general curriculum, which is not something that I am against (philosophers are generalists, ultimately). When the time for me to specialize and to get a master’s degree comes, I’ll see what I want to do, but let’s take one step at a time.
And that’s it for this little update on my love and dating life (and future goals). I finally started playing this Super Daygame Turbo: Champion Edition and not only is it indeed fun, but it’s also already motivating me to “improve” myself and test the limits of my abilities. If I play this right and consistently, I should have a cool girlfriend in the next months and who knows, eventually children, and so on.
The Endgame of Capitalism
By Bernardo Filipe / December 14, 2025
Every smart and educated person knows communism sucks for everyone other than the communist leaders, and that common people defending and glorifying communism are stupid. Communists hate capitalists because they supposedly “exploit” workers, but the truth is that were it not for the job-creating capitalists, communist sympathizers would be far worse. Just take a good look at North Korea and see for yourself. Or open a history book, for that matter. The fierce competition of capitalistic societies and the rising inequality this competition gives rise to, however, might come full circle, and end right back in communism. Or what do you think the useless masses will contribute to society when AI, robots, and automation are in full swing? The majority of people will become truly economically obsolete in the long run. We are already seeing this happening in real-time. In the short term, physical jobs might survive, but not for long. All you need to do to realize this is to go to Youtube and check the state of robotics and see how some of these robots are literal gymnasts. You think they won’t be able to do your plumbing, or be your electrician, or carry some bricks and do your construction work? For a far cheaper price than you? The capitalistic quest for profit is creating machines that will render all of you obsolete, whether your job is intellectual (powerful LLMs are already replacing workers as I type this) or physical. So the communist “utopia” is coming, and you are all going to become “equal” in the end—even if that means you’ll all be equally useless. But work won’t be a problem when AI, robots, and automation dominate and control our societies’ production. Since you won’t be capable of contributing anything, anyway, some form of pension will likely be distributed among the population. Musk says this technological revolution will bring inordinate amounts of wealth to societies and there will be no lack of services and products for everyone. Whether you need medical treatment, entertainment, or healthy food, the machines will give it all to you for free, and of much higher quality than what we can currently provide. This is the optimistic scenario. In the pessimistic scenario, the elites/state/government will see no point in keeping the masses alive and will genocide them, leaving perhaps a few of them in some sort of zoo or protected area, kind of like we currently do with the Amish or the American Indian communities. After all, those precious resources would probably be better allocated to military purposes, since any opposing elites/state/government using the same kind of AI and robots could turn malignant and go on the offensive. So the inequality chasm between the elites and the masses will become bigger with the coming technological progress, as the elites use AI, robotics, and automation to cybernetically enhance themselves. The advances in the biological fields will further contribute to increasing this inequality and will render the masses even more useless, as designer babies, cloning, artificial wombs, and genetic engineering come to the fore and turn the governing elites into genuine superhumans, with super strength and super cognitive powers. If Baudrillard was already writing that “the mass is dumb like beasts”, imagine what the coming cyborgs and AI will think of the masses.
So the endgame of capitalism is communism. All that’s left to discover is whether the masses will cease to exist or not. In the optimistic case, they will live and life will be amazing for them. In the pessimistic case, they won’t live, and the ruling classes will engage in perpetual war against each other. Either way, whether the masses survive on the handouts of the ruling class, becoming equally dependent and equally powerless, from the perspective of the ruling class, of course, or whether they go extinct, your communist dream will become reality, not through revolution, but through your very own obsolescence. Congratulations, comrades! Your equality is coming!
95th Percentile
By Bernardo Filipe / December 1, 2025
Someone on X wrote that if you truly dedicate yourself to something you can become 95th percentile. That made me think about the things I’m 95th percentile at or was at some point. And I could come up with only four. The first would be the level I achieved at Devil May Cry. I became world-class at this game, as I have already explained in this blog previously, and I have video proof of it. The second would be boxing, or at the very least throwing punches. This is because I competed as an amateur boxer, and even though I was a beginner, I am sure 95% of people don’t even know how to throw a punch. Grok estimated that approximately only 1% of the world’s population has ever competed in a combat sport, and only 0.4% of the world’s population has competed in boxing at least once. So yeah. Boxing is the combat sport that has the most effective punching techniques, so I am sure I am well-above 95th percentile at throwing punches. Thirdly, I am currently able to do 20 consecutive pullups, after three months of rest from my training, while in July of this year I was doing 30 consecutive pullups. According to Grok, under 0.1% of people can do 20 consecutive pullups and for 30 consecutive pullups that percentage drops even lower to around 0.001%. Finally, I believe my writing and philosophical thinking puts me well-above the 95% percentile, and my book should be proof enough (believe it or not, my book places me at the 99.9th percentile, and in a few decades this assertion will seem obvious). Though, now that I think of it, there are probably more things that I am exceptionally good at. Take juggling. I can easily juggle 4 balls. According to Grok’s estimations, “fewer than 0.01% of the world’s population can juggle 4 balls competently (i.e., for at least 30–100 catches consistently)”. What an interesting exercise. Trying to find the stuff you are the 95th percentile at! Sure boosts your ego! But now that I am done with writing, I am already looking for a new activity to occupy my time and my mind. And, indeed, I have already decided what I’ll be doing. It’s time to start a new, challenging activity and to turn some knobs. In 14 years, I should have my Iron Squid. The last 14 years were for writing words; the next will be for writing melodies. Hopefully, by then, I will be able to claim I am at the 95th percentile of EDM production.
My Love Poems
By Bernardo Filipe / October 20, 2025
I was no doubt possessed by the spirit of the Provençal troubadours when I first started writing my little love poems. But also, specifically in my last poem, I think the spirit of Eminem possessed me, too. Internal rhymes, multisyllabic rhymes, proper use of repetition of words and sounds in a meaningful and rhythmic manner, the use of orthographically similar words that are different semantically, and even a significant dosage of emotion in the form of the sadness of loss, in an almost tragic manner. I also like how in the first stanza I contrapose “minto” with “verdadeiro” and do a play on opposites, on the concepts of lies and truth. On the third stanza I seemingly do this again with “ilusão” and “desilusão” but only seemingly so, as I’ve explained in my previous entry, since these words are not opposites. Rather, their orthography merely gives the illusion that they are opposites. I think that’s my best poem, and neatly ends that small series of six little love poems. My poems are direct, explicit, and communicate to the woman I love what I feel about her. What started in the first poem with boundless enthusiastic love, right from the very first stanza, ends with the sad realization of loss in the final poem. What was written in between marks what I felt trying to navigate the ebb and flow of my feelings as I progressively came to accept her rejection. And it’s all true, there’s no fiction and no fantasy in these verses: they are my true crystallized feelings.
I have practically written no poetry before this experiment, and have barely read any poetry, either. I merely applied the writing skills I developed during my philosophical study and journey and did my best to rhyme meaningfully. So I am happy with these little poems of mine. Incidentally, Meu Amor will be published on Chiado Books’ anthology Entre o Sono e o Sonho – Vol XVII. I have therefore another 5 poems to submit to this anthology for the next 5 years. (Only one poem can be submitted per poet in this yearly anthology.)
New Page on the Website
By Bernardo Filipe / October 14, 2025
I’ve added a link to a page with my love poems to the top of The Stillest. I also wrote a new, perhaps final, poem, titled O Teu Cheiro.
As regards this last poem, I am happy with the result. It rhymes a lot, not only on the final words of each verse, but also internally. It is a more dramatic and less humorous poem, compared with some of my previous ones, but I think it’s my best.
I was told the verses with the end rhyme “ilusão” and “desilusão” should be changed because they look forced. But I like this rhyme. The words are similar but their meanings are significantly different and even though the prefix “des” implies the negation of the word “ilusão”, in reality the meaning of “desilusão” is not an opposite of “ilusão”, i.e. it’s not its antonym. I.e. orthographically these words are similar, but semantically they are very different. The point is that my love was an illusion, it was all in my head, and it got nowhere and I became disappointed (to feel “desilusão” in Portuguese is to feel desiludido=desapontado=disappointed).
So I decided to keep this rhyme in this poem. That these two words are orthographically similar but semantically very different is a cool touch, in my view.
By the way, the plan with this “Life Updates” page is to give some sporadic updates about my life and what I’m up to. I don’t plan, however, to update this page very often. Maybe once every three months, or maybe even once every six months. My book is finished and this is merely a page where I will be writing about myself, perhaps drop a few more cool thoughts, too, but always spaced between a few months. That’s the plan at least. If I keep this going for several years, maybe I will have another book to my name, we’ll see.
O Teu Cheiro
By Bernardo Filipe / October 14, 2025
Volta e meia ainda sinto
O teu intoxicante cheiro
Foste marcante e não minto
O que ainda sinto é verdadeiro
Não tens nunca que me desculpar
Já aceitei que juntos não iremos ficar
Aceita também então este meu final adeus
Aqui nestes versos meus que são também teus
Não passou tudo de uma ilusão
Que acabou em total desilusão
Apenas me resta calar
E nesta despedida deixar-te voar
E também claro deixar
Que irei sempre te amar
Outro
By Bernardo Filipe / October 13, 2025
On May 18th, 2024, I went for a run. Jogged a bit, climbed some stairs, and did one incline sprint. The whole thing lasted at most 20 minutes, but it was intensive enough because I hadn’t gone for a run in several months. A couple of hours later, a massive meteor shows up in Portugal and turns night into day for two seconds. Less than a day later, a helicopter carrying the president of Iran crashes. It’s as if this atypical run of mine destabilized the universe and caused these unusual events to unfold. And it was not only the meteor I mentioned above that synchronized with my actions. Shortly after I started writing the draft of my Thoughts, the interstellar interloper Oumuamua was detected. And a month or so before I finished this first draft, the interstellar comet Borisov was observed. And a couple of months after I finished my draft, COVID-19 was released into the wild and caused global lockdowns shortly after. And I already mentioned the Storm of the Century. And the Bernardinelli-Bernstein comet. And of course, right before I finished my book, the crypto market crashed and we witnessed the biggest liquidation event in history. Over 19 billion USD liquidated in a single day. A market bloodbath. I give you cool thoughts and you give me cool signs, and we keep living our lives and the world keeps spinning. After I finished my book, I celebrated with my cousins and friends with a light philosophical supper. Pizza and beer. Going full circle.
Lotte Tuinstra. Photo by Vien Tran.
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