Are you a techno-optimist? This is a serious condition—as common as prediabetes. Don’t laugh. You can treat your prediabetes—and your techno-optimism, too.
Thank you, dear readers, for your patience in this cold dry winter of content! Things are happening. There will be more interesting stuff soon. But let me respond to a couple of points.
Hanania v. Yarvin, Feb 9
Bad news: we sold out.
Good news: we’re moving to a larger venue—an unspecified location in Glendale, which is apparently not in any sense “the ghetto.”
City of Angels with Richard Hanania
February 9, Adventurers Club, East LA
You can buy tickets at Eventbrite here:
You can opt for general admission or a very special private dinner beforehand.
You will probably die of a cold
"Nothing can stop scientists from stamp-collecting viruses to pad their resumes."
People, even smart people, are so mindkilled these days. It will probably be the death of us all. Here’s how.
But he is not yet fully armored. When he takes on heavy words like “monarchy” and “slavery,” he pops his turret, like a Leopard driving over a TM-62. Still, his heart is in the right place, and we wish him well as a fellow traveler on the long and stony road to truth.
I believe that major organs of my body, for example the pancreas, are this point primarily made from corn syrup.
It’s just the same with techno-optimism. As Americans—and we are all Americans now; location, even birth location, is just a detail—we are all techno-optimists.
The VIP dinner is full but we’ve added about a hundred good seats and about 50 cheap seats. In the cheap seats, the view is still good, the sound is still good, but your feet may be bitten by small ratlike monkeys. The management disclaims all responsibility.
Volodzko, one of many fine recovering journalists in America, seems to have his head screwed on tight—with limits. He can stand an impressive amount of contemporary small-arms fire.
The state has become a pure, naked oligarchy, governed by “independent” institutions. (“Independent,” in this context, means “unaccountable”—protected from elections.)
One David Volodzko, whom I know not otherwise but who writes about “communism, fascism and radical movements,” and who was apparently fired by the Seattle Times for improperly comparing Hitler to Lenin—skilfully earning the ire of both fascists and progressives—cold-emailed and
In the present American regime, politicians, pro-regime or anti-regime, are only granted a small trickle of discretionary power which is constrained more and more every year—making the election more and more farcical.
Also, they equate government with math, which is infallible. The more important people get, the less they doubt themselves; the more infallible they want to feel; and the more attracted to statistics they are, like rock stars to drugs.
The pity of this fraud is that there might be actual operations which turn the actual world into some better actual world, but will never be tried—because the pundits are too busy making their car payments by marketing the fantasy.
In this space, Richard and I will be debating in the round, stalking like lions around a circular stage, while Anna keeps us in line with her shiny black whip. If you miss this, what are you doing with your life?
This fantasy has no more relevance to the actual system than any other fantasy.
There could be no idea more foreign to the mentality of the American conservative. These is why American conservatives always lose: they are not operating in the actual world.
These operations are mainly aimed at turning the actual world into the fantasy world. This is sad, because it is generally impossible. Selling the impossible is a fraud.
The Johannesburg protocol
Do you have an opinion? Do you doubt your opinion? Either you are a pessimist, and want to see that instinct confirmed—or you are an optimist, but want to be a scientific optimist: one whose belief is confirmed by doubt.
And fundraising is a great art—one of the greatest. Perhaps the greatest. One thing I have learned in my half-century is: never count a great fundraiser out.
The American idea is the idea of techne, man-made order, creating a “city on a hill” in a new wild continent. As John Winthrop, first governor of Massachusetts, said: “a city on a hill cannot be hid.” San Francisco is on a hill, or several, and it cannot be hid.
30% of Americans are prediabetic. All Americans are prediabetic, in a sense—we all have access to hot and cold-running corn syrup. It comes out of the tap. In 50 years as an American, statistics show, I have ingested a literal ton of corn syrup—a long ton. An imperial ton!
In an age when politics isn’t real, why? Why does anyone believe or care? Starting with an attitude of respect, not contempt, helps us crack the mystery of propaganda.
Although this slogan is literally wrong for the most common definition of “purpose” — the original intent of the past designers — this is the purpose of the slogan itself: to remind you that the past does not exist. The original intent of the designers is literally a fantasy.
In the future, all computing will be private. Here is how it will work. Or at least, how I want it to work. Let’s call this totally imaginary platform Butyl.
Fundraising is not a dark art. It is a light art. And it leads to a light heart. Raising is the conversational generation of a generous and optimistic mood.
But just because democratic politics isn’t real—or, cleverly, is just barely real—doesn’t mean the show can’t go on. Like: if it was real, would you have to raise money for it?
The story is its own thing. The story can go on for ever, like a soap opera. The purpose of raising money is to pretend you are real—ideally, to become real. In this case…
Actually, “America” is not “full.” We can fit another 46 trillion humans in there if we grind them into a fine powder and store them in giant grain silos that will occupy every inch of the country.
Butyl is not magic. It is not even particularly new. It is just the combination of two technologies that already exist: confidential computing and deterministic computing. Let me briefly go over the user experience.
At this point, you are prepped for my risky but effective second-line treatment. I call it “Kinshasa therapy.” Stock up on fish antibiotics and bootleg hydrochloroquine, take a deep breath, and buy a round-trip ticket to the city formerly known as “Léopoldville.”
One nice principle for analyzing systems — entirely parallel to Ranke’s historical rule of drawing history “as it really was,” and Burnham’s political rule of “real meanings,” but not loaded with any historical or political baggage, is
Although sometimes we wish it could. (To be fair, the hills are the best part—“crime don’t climb,” as they say. Try pushing a shopping cart from the Castro to the Haight.) Technical and moral progress have always been equated in the American philosophy.
Brainstorm! Invite your smartest friends over! Microdose some shrooms! And when it’s 4 am, the fridge is out of Red Bull, the whiteboard is a seven-colored mess and the floaters are wearing off, you’ll realize—you are cured.
I call my therapy the “Johannesburg protocol.” It costs about five thousand dollars. The protocol is: fly to Johannesburg. Spend a week walking around the city. Stay safe. Make sure your hotel has a generator. See Johannesburg—capital of the Rainbow Nation—see the future.
If you want to doubt techno-optimism, here is a cure—as an influencer, I have designed one. It will soon be available on my Web site, as a pill, for an incredible price. But you can treat yourself at home, now, with no profit to me! Well, not exactly at home…
We believe, as Simon did, that people are the ultimate resource – with more people come more creativity, more new ideas, and more technological progress.
These cathedrals of propaganda, like real cathedrals, could never have been built all at once. The narratives and party lines have evolved over decades and even centuries.
We believe technological progress leads to material abundance for everyone.We believe the ultimate payoff from technological abundance can be a massive expansion in what Julian Simon called “the ultimate resource” – people.
As the magic 8-ball says, answer unclear—ask again later. There are, as always, twinkles of renewal…
Since such “points of light” may stimulate the malignant hope that Johannesburg therapy is designed to treat, the cure rate is not 100%.
We believe that out of all of these people will come scientists, technologists, artists, and visionaries beyond our wildest dreams.
And into them will go… corn syrup. As John Winthrop—the Twitter anon—put it:
And when you get back, assuming you get back, take a day to think about how AI will fix South Africa. Or… VR will fix South Africa? Or crypto? Or whatever…
Democratic politics proper—the contest for sovereign power by organizations or individuals with massive support, decided by counting heads—is basically dead.
If it fails, if you see any signs of optimism returning, you need to go to a second-line therapy. It is more expensive and dangerous; it never fails.
First, warm up your stem cells with more of Andreessen’s Sand Hill Road hopium:
What you will see in Johannesburg is abundant physical evidence of a world that was functional 50 years ago, even 100 years ago, but is now halfway to Mad Max. Will it get all the way to Mad Max?
When you use Butyl, only you are able to see what you are doing or saying, and you can talk to anyone in perfect confidence. No external power can either filter or censor the whole Butyl network. Butyl can go full John Perry Barlow against the “weary giants of flesh and steel.”