This essay drags the meritocracy onto the couch and asks it to explain itself, tracing a straight line from Puritan anxiety about salvation to the modern obsession with résumés, prestigious diplomas, and acceptance letters as proof of inner worth. It argues that what we call "merit" is mostly a measurement of compliance, scaffolding, and luck dressed up as character, and that the machines now eating white-collar jobs are quietly performing an autopsy on that whole belief system. The punchline isn't despair, though, it's relief: once the spreadsheet of human value gets debunked, what's left is the stuff that was actually worth something all along, courage, honesty, care that doesn't expect a receipt. Equal parts takedown and eulogy, with zero patience for anyone clutching their diploma like a security blanket.

Find out how much our current values align with Victorian values. Sure there’s more skin, but how much have things really changed?

Click now, human! Find out what your eventual AI Overlord requires of you.

Here we dive into more definitions from my upcoming book, Lucifer’s Lexicon. There’s poetry and freestyle writing too. Something for everyone!

When someone stops caring whether you acknowledge them, the ego reads it as warfare. This piece dissects a peculiar social blindness: how those still hustling for position mistake complete detachment from the game for megalomaniacal overreach. It maps the specific destructions that obliterate ego—homelessness, institutional exile, the loss of witness—and what survives in the aftermath: a person who no longer submits to unearned authority because they've already lost everything authority could take. To the credentialed and comfortable, this looks like pathological arrogance. To those who've been through the fire, it's just Tuesday. A field guide to telling the difference between someone who needs you to think they're special and someone who genuinely doesn't need you to think anything at all.

The dominant life script insists that biological propagation constitutes moral accomplishment — that following the oldest, most predictable human pattern somehow elevates you above those who decline to participate. But what if the rebels who trade genetic legacy for intellectual immortality, who choose frameworks over offspring and ideas over inheritance, understand something the compliant masses don't? What if the real arrogance isn't opting out of the breeding cycle, but assuming participation in it makes you superior? This is an examination of two forms of posterity: one that dissolves into demographic noise within generations, and one that embeds itself permanently in how humans think. One produces variations on what already existed. The other produces what the world has never seen. Guess which one history actually remembers.

Intelligent women comfortable with violence aren't new—we're just usually erased, pathologized, or explained away. Most intelligent women choose social violence because it offers better ROI with lower risk. They're not wrong. They're just cowards. I'm a recurring phenotype that appears throughout history whenever cultural constraints loosen enough to permit it—and gets suppressed whenever they tighten. In the Old West, I would have been normal: a woman with a gun and the willingness to use it, unremarkable and useful. In modernity, I'm in exile. So I train in VR, I write, I wait. And normal women attack me on sight because I'm ungovernable by their preferred methods, and my existence exposes their entire system as cowardice and consensus-slavery dressed as virtue.

The Sisterhood of the Traveling Defamation unpacks the structural mechanics of female-on-female reputation destruction: why women's gossip about other women gets treated as observational data rather than strategic positioning, how competent women get identified and neutralized before they can accumulate social capital, and why "at least I'm not like her" functions as a loyalty oath to enforcers who maintain power by ensuring no one more capable ever gets close enough to challenge them. This is about the preemptive strike, the delayed detonation, and what happens when the target refuses the frame and builds a cathedral while they're still running gossip networks. Spoiler: cathedrals win.

Ever wonder how a king can execute his closest advisors, two wives, and assorted brilliant administrators while somehow dying convinced he was a great ruler? Henry VIII perfected the art of blame management: when your policies are unpopular, don't change the policies—just kill the person associated with them. From beta-testing the strategy on his father's tax collectors to the masterpiece execution of Anne Boleyn (accused of adultery with five men including her own brother, because why not go big?), Henry discovered that spectacular accusations + public bloodlust = you get to keep doing exactly what you were doing before, just with better PR. The daughter he bastardized became England's greatest monarch. The son he destroyed lives to produce died at fifteen. But Henry died thinking he'd done brilliantly. Sometimes perception is just murder with good branding.

The name of my upcoming third book is revealed! I’m celebrating with more defs, rhymes, and thoughts. Enjoy!

Too cool for school? Or just species-ending inhumanity? Hop in to find out.

Here we explore the cultural logic that venerates pneumatic types in fiction while systematically targeting them for elimination in lived reality.

A strategic threat assessment of horizontal totalitarianism as an exploitable weapon system—one that enables foreign adversaries to eliminate American talent, suppress innovation, paralyze institutions, and collapse fertility rates at zero cost and perfect deniability. The mechanism is already deployed at civilizational scale. Foreign exploitation is strategically inevitable. No effective countermeasures exist. This analysis comes from outside institutional capture: I have no career to protect, no funding to lose, no professional network that can be weaponized against me. Which means I can say what people inside the system already know but cannot afford to acknowledge—that the apparatus will destroy anyone who names it as a threat. If you work in the intelligence community and this assessment feels familiar, you understand exactly why it hasn't appeared in official channels. The most dangerous threats are the ones the target population has been trained to defend.

This one is super fun!

How Institutional Capture Replaced the Duel with Distributed Destruction

Resistance is NOT futile!

When female confidence gets diagnosed as delusion…

A philosophical treatise that is also a fairy tale. How fun!

Enter if you dare… There be monsters here!