When Money isn't an issue.

Confessions of a guy who doesn't need to sell his Soul.

I’ve been waiting forever to write this. I just can’t hold it back anymore.

Dude, i don’t have to work. My inheritance is set for life. Were i a complete retard i’d spend my days doing jackshit. But i was born too intelligent for that. Hence i became this sort of Pervert Philosopher with a touch of magic genius. The first question that always comes up when you meet someone is “what do you work with”. I’ve given 300 different answers to 600 different people. These days i just smirk and say “i don’t like to talk about it”, as if i’m in organize crime (works wonders with prosititutes). “Oh so you have it easy”. Yeah, i’m also a psycholgically troubled person to the point if i were suicidal i’d be far gone from this world. When they say Money can’t buy happines i tend to say “Thats a gay ass lie”, but the truth of it is that in a nuanced context, money cannot buy you your psyque. As far as i know we don’t have cyberpunk arguments for not having Anxiety, Psychosis, Agressiveness or anything mother nature curses us with. Antidepressants help with the “not killing people” part, but the rest? dude, your poor ass is way more resilient than my millionaire psyque. There was a time in my life i began to think i inherited the old family curse of mediumnity. Like my Gramma say dead people, her mother saw dead people, my Mother is half insane. I thought my batshit insantiy came from that line. Maybe they were all incestous Habsburg cosplayers, or maybe Voodoo is real. It doesn’t really matter. I am prone to insanity as much as a war vet is prone to ducking when he hears a car exhauster go off.

I’ve started writing this Post because i’ve been on a Onlyfans binge. I think i spent 2,000 dollars there in three days. And in between i fucked a hooker or two with my non-virtual Penis. This was supposed to me about how LOW people can go for money, and believe me in this 3 day OF binge i’ve seen some fucked up people. I’m Hetero and after 3 days on OF living off buyer-impulse any sane man would wish he wasn’t. I’ve learned a few things tho. My low opinion of women comes from the women who sell themselves. Thats a victory for my good female friend J who thinks i’m a product of trauma. J, we are all products of a living experience! Truth is, i don’t feel bad about neither going to Onlyfans nor spending a couple thousand there. Money is not a problem. I just want to see those pennyless bitches humilated themselves for scraps. There is some twisted pleasure in that. Pity i have not. Real whores who come to my house to be PHYSICALLY FUCKED, i RESPECT. like For Real i do Respect. As mrs. J says, no one becomes a prostitute “just because”. They are putting themselves in danger to earn a living. These online hoes? gimme a break! Life on easy mode. Burn in hell for all i care.

So instead i’ll focus on how it is to see the world trought the lens of a person who does not have to move a single muscle to survive. It is, frankly, much to the rejoice of my right wing audience who works hard, quite painful. In the sense that “an empty mind is the devil’s workshop”. I’ve been an addict to every single drug known to mankind. I’ve fallen for every fucking scam. I’ve been robbed, beaten, tortured and it is all my fault, because i was a naive son of a bitch. Just don’t call me a Nepo-Baby cuz i’m never ever taking a job from the means of which my Family made its fortune. It’s dirty stuff.

The world through the lens of a person who does not need money is pretty weird. I can fuck whomever i want, i can do whatever i like, yet you will be surprse to know i am very resrained. People who earn a fortune quick die of excess. No judgement but Avicii, you didnt have to OD brother. Jokes aside, we people of Fake Nobilty take risks not because we need to but because we are BORED TO DEATH. i’ve smoked crack cuz i was bored, i’ve snorted coke cuz i was bored, i’ve punched people because i was bored, and when the consequences came knocking i was able to escape as easily as it got in, because fuck you money buys you the best treatments and services the world can provide.

What money does not buy you is a Soul. Neither a Personality. I’m never had a problem with the latter. Sure i aint not social freak, but i do fucking love talking to strangers. Once i let a hobo steal my phone just to see how far he would go to conn me into doing so. I’ve also let a whore call the police just to see the Deputy laugh at her face. I’ve been to a Favela (Slum) just to fuck a whore who thought i was her way out of poverty. I did none of this because i am evil, but for boredom. Not having to earn your keep is fucking boring.

Unlike the Nobility of Versailles i can’t legally hunt, i can’t get away with mistresses and i don’t get on planes to go to secret islands. The people who do that WORK. Jeff EP. WORKED. I’m above JEF EP. i don’t work. Never had too. The times i did so was because i was bored of not doing so. Jeff EP is dead cuz he was so bored he became a Mossad agent and decided to run a satanist cabal. You see what work does to people? Unlike JEFF EP, do not have to work. I also ain’t no pedo. P.diddy and Jeff Ep were Burghers who won money off illegal activity. I’m a noble whose only ilegal activity was doing drugs and i don’t even think about money. Yes maybe those two were richer than me on the Bank, but i aint dead or behind bars because unlike those borgeouise fucks, i’m nobility. Oratores, Laboratores et Bellatores. I’m the latter.

How come i’m a Bellatore if i don’t fight? fuck if i know, according to Mrs. J , we are about to witness a second French Revolution (at least to her who lives in the UK). Just before the French Revolution the Nobility was not necessary to the social contract, so when it blew up they were killed off. My saving gracE? the normal man cannot conceive of a person who does not even qualify as a usless elite. I am not a threat to the system because i’m not even IN the system. Burghers are in the system. They are going to burn Working men who leech off the poor. I don’t work, and i don’t leech of a single soul. Matter of fact i’ve paid so much for sex and i’ve paid so much in formal taxes i’ve probably did more charity than entire NGO’s. I want a statue in Jamaica saying “This man built our country”!

So yeah if you had not guessed despite being extremely over-educated for a person who could play games all day, and being extremly active for a person who could eat all day, i chase emotion. I follow my heart. My heart tell me God exists and he has a plan for me. Lord knows how many times i escaped death by all manner of stupid decisions. So God has a role for me to play. The fact that i go out of my way to seek harm out of boredom means i believe in God so much that he won’t kill me off until i’ve done whatever the fuck i’m supposed to do on this earth. Maybe i’ll be a Bellatore, maybe i’ll be an Oratore, never a Laboratore. And its hard to sympathize, cuz to 99% of people if you dont have to earn your living you suck. Thank god i can hide behind being right wing and not a fucking LA celebrity. If you want to invade Billie Ellish’s home just dm me and we go together! not cuz i care about the ongoing war between the burghers and the peasants, but because i’m fucking bored.

You know who else was bored of not having a role to play? Julius Evola. That man, whom i’ve read to the point i memorized his craziest lines, enlisted in the German Army and got his leg blown off because HE WAS BORED. That is the curse of us tax payer, God fearing men who don’t have to work. We will maim ourselves because it is FUN.

I am Batshit Insane. I am The Rake. I write about Sex, History, Anthropology and Politics, and i write a lot from experience. Experiences no one has the guts to do because they have to get up in the morning and clock in at some factory. I am free from the burdein of having to dedicate time to pay the bills, which means, ironically, that i can afford to be 100x more learned than anyone i know. But it also means i am tormented with Boredom.

Don’t be surprised if i kill myself fighting on some stupid war because i want to get shot. It beats dying of Old age and it sure beats dying of AIDS. But i’m so insane i am convinced God did not put me here for no reason, so i await my purpose. Meanwhile, i will continue to annoy everyone with my takes until substack becomes censored. Then i guess ill tattoo a swastika and get punched just for shits and giggles.

One bottle of Wine. To the guy who said i did too much coke, better articles i have written waaaaay more fucked up. Thats the power of answering only to God. Praise be!