brute journal
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El Bruto gone south. His name liveth for evermore...
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In all honesty I hope Brute is okay.
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I am hoping he just went over to the block chain internet.
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He's probably busy partying in Belize after selling all of the data he acquired from Equifax.
That, or running a cattle ranch and testing various beef sashimi
That, or running a cattle ranch and testing various beef sashimi
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interesting problem... if you wanna be forgotten, but haven't deleted your info in given community and people keep asking for you
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BRUTE wrote: ↑Wed Dec 30, 2015 3:58 amthere is an idea of brute. some kind of abstraction. but there is no real brute. only an entity, something illusory. and though brute can hide his cold gaze and humans can shake brutes hand and feel flesh gripping theirs, and maybe they can even sense their lifestyles are probably comparable, brute simply is not there.
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It's been 234 days and no Brute. I keep flashing the Brute signal into the sky but the nihilistic knight hasn't returned. Below the citizens of Gotham-LundFisker scurry about waiting for their hero's return, their eyes scanning the skyline for Brute's somber silhouette. Perhaps the nihilism he so fondly embraced has seduced him into a deep repose. Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock...
Hoping this provides you people some closure to move on with your lives
Brute was your typical family guy with a good computer engineering job.
Brute lived in the suburbs in a nice big house with his wife and two kids, and
drove a big SUV to work every day. Brute enjoyed beer and football.
Brute did not eat well. Brute had not eaten well perhaps all of his life, and his
lifestyle precluded healthy meals or much in the way of exercise. His job had him
stuck in a chair most of his day, and he often ate at his desk or during the commute.
His wife cooked evening meals replete with salt and butter, and a sugary dessert to
top everything off at the end of the night. Brute's kids had just reached the age
where he could put them to work mowing the lawn – the only real physical activity
Brute had in his life.
To put it mildly, Brute was a large man.
Last year, on his 40th birthday, Brute began to express concern about his
health. His doctor told him that he was "high-risk" and that he needed to eat better
and exercise more. At 40, Brute had developed such strong lifestyle habits that this
was like asking him to start a new career; he didn't know where to begin. More
importantly, he didn't have the drive or the conviction to change.
Brute put in a superficial effort. He joined a gym. Once a week or two, he
would go in and get on a treadmill for twenty minutes, then seek out some high-
calorie food to consume. He would add a little green to his plate to convince
himself that he was eating healthier. Deep inside, he knew he had to change his
habits but he didn't pursue the matter seriously, instead choosing to procrastinate.
Last month, Brute felt pains in his chest. He went to the ER and the hospital
performed scans. They didn't find the small tear that had opened up in Brute's
heart. This would have required a sonogram, which is not part of the tests they give
in this situation. So they sent him on his way.
Like when an engine blows a gasket, blood began to seep into Brute's chest
cavity. When the pressure equalized, his heart could no longer beat and he died.
Sometimes a person's role in life is to serve as a warning to others.
A few of Brute's close friends attended the funeral, but most of the attendees
were co-workers. They stood around eating the free food and talking about the job.
A few of the women shed a tear or two. Most of the men joked and laughed.
Brute's life was his work, so this was who he knew. The macabre display of
Brute's corpse allowed the attendees to pontificate their own mortality, but when
the time came to talk about him few had anything meaningful to say.
One was a friend whose best story was about when they drank beer while fixing
a garage door.
One was a friend who waxed nostalgic about when they were children.
The last to speak was Brute's boss. This man had started his job working
alongside Brute, but had been promoted over him through the years. Now his
manager, he described Bruce as "a good worker" and "a peacemaker."
He said, "Brute made me look good."
Imagine that on your epitaph.
Brute lived by the playbook. He went to school and got a degree and got
married and had kids and bought the car and the house. He drank beer and watched
football and consumed and obeyed. He worked long hours all week and spent the
few hours he had sedating himself. He saw the warning signs and he ignored them.
Then he died.
Brute lived for others, followed their dreams. What did he want?
His wife believes he just wanted what she wanted – the kids, the house, the stuff
- but we here in ERE know better than that. What little I saw of him evidenced the
Quiet Desperation that Thoreau spoke of. I doubt anyone ever will know what was
in his heart-of-hearts. It doesn't matter, though, because it will never come to pass.
People will tell you, "It's not too late to change." It isn't - until it is.
So I implore you: however you choose to say it - YOLO or carpe diem or
whatever else – do it. Seize the day.
For God's sake, don't be like Brute.
Brute lived in the suburbs in a nice big house with his wife and two kids, and
drove a big SUV to work every day. Brute enjoyed beer and football.
Brute did not eat well. Brute had not eaten well perhaps all of his life, and his
lifestyle precluded healthy meals or much in the way of exercise. His job had him
stuck in a chair most of his day, and he often ate at his desk or during the commute.
His wife cooked evening meals replete with salt and butter, and a sugary dessert to
top everything off at the end of the night. Brute's kids had just reached the age
where he could put them to work mowing the lawn – the only real physical activity
Brute had in his life.
To put it mildly, Brute was a large man.
Last year, on his 40th birthday, Brute began to express concern about his
health. His doctor told him that he was "high-risk" and that he needed to eat better
and exercise more. At 40, Brute had developed such strong lifestyle habits that this
was like asking him to start a new career; he didn't know where to begin. More
importantly, he didn't have the drive or the conviction to change.
Brute put in a superficial effort. He joined a gym. Once a week or two, he
would go in and get on a treadmill for twenty minutes, then seek out some high-
calorie food to consume. He would add a little green to his plate to convince
himself that he was eating healthier. Deep inside, he knew he had to change his
habits but he didn't pursue the matter seriously, instead choosing to procrastinate.
Last month, Brute felt pains in his chest. He went to the ER and the hospital
performed scans. They didn't find the small tear that had opened up in Brute's
heart. This would have required a sonogram, which is not part of the tests they give
in this situation. So they sent him on his way.
Like when an engine blows a gasket, blood began to seep into Brute's chest
cavity. When the pressure equalized, his heart could no longer beat and he died.
Sometimes a person's role in life is to serve as a warning to others.
A few of Brute's close friends attended the funeral, but most of the attendees
were co-workers. They stood around eating the free food and talking about the job.
A few of the women shed a tear or two. Most of the men joked and laughed.
Brute's life was his work, so this was who he knew. The macabre display of
Brute's corpse allowed the attendees to pontificate their own mortality, but when
the time came to talk about him few had anything meaningful to say.
One was a friend whose best story was about when they drank beer while fixing
a garage door.
One was a friend who waxed nostalgic about when they were children.
The last to speak was Brute's boss. This man had started his job working
alongside Brute, but had been promoted over him through the years. Now his
manager, he described Bruce as "a good worker" and "a peacemaker."
He said, "Brute made me look good."
Imagine that on your epitaph.
Brute lived by the playbook. He went to school and got a degree and got
married and had kids and bought the car and the house. He drank beer and watched
football and consumed and obeyed. He worked long hours all week and spent the
few hours he had sedating himself. He saw the warning signs and he ignored them.
Then he died.
Brute lived for others, followed their dreams. What did he want?
His wife believes he just wanted what she wanted – the kids, the house, the stuff
- but we here in ERE know better than that. What little I saw of him evidenced the
Quiet Desperation that Thoreau spoke of. I doubt anyone ever will know what was
in his heart-of-hearts. It doesn't matter, though, because it will never come to pass.
People will tell you, "It's not too late to change." It isn't - until it is.
So I implore you: however you choose to say it - YOLO or carpe diem or
whatever else – do it. Seize the day.
For God's sake, don't be like Brute.
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The title reads 'Hoping this provides you people some closure to move on with your lives.'
Why cant we leave him alone if he is taking a break or doesnt want to be disturbed
Btw I took it from The Red Pill Handbook
Why cant we leave him alone if he is taking a break or doesnt want to be disturbed
Btw I took it from The Red Pill Handbook
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Ummmmm, we’re not knocking on his door. He’ll only ever see or even know of the existence of these posts if he chooses (brute would say he cannot choose) to log in and read them. I, for one, think these posts, and the whole schtick of brute in general, are hilarious. And anyway, there is no “brute” to be disturbed.
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Mozart, Beethoven, and Chopin never die.
They simply became music.
They simply became music.
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the idea that somebody passed away due to health problems, but you discussed with him his attitude towards eating.
it's a bit scary.
how about we increase efforts to find him?
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also this for "data driven" nutrition:
https://nutrientoptimiser.com/quiz/
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it's a bit scary.
how about we increase efforts to find him?
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also this for "data driven" nutrition:
https://nutrientoptimiser.com/quiz/
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brute actually dislikes that quote about being able to entertain two conflicting thoughts. it's probably just imprecise.
holding conflicting thoughts at the same time is cognitive dissonance, and brute hardly thinks it speaks of a mind's education, but rather ignorance.
what could be said is that holding two seemingly conflicting thoughts, both of which seem on the surface correct, but allowing for the idea that at least one of them is imprecisely formulated or otherwise wrong, or the relation between them is unclear, is the mark of an educated mind. basically, skepticism.
it's funny from mine perspective of absurdist humour fan.Holding them simultaneously is cognitive dissonance. With practice cognitive dissonance becomes double-think.
Being able to entertain disagreeable [trains of] thoughts is entirely different and has to do with the capacity for empathy or theory of mind.
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I get automatically subscribed to threads started by me and receive emails for themsuomalainen wrote: ↑Sat Sep 21, 2019 7:12 pmHe’ll only ever see or even know of the existence of these posts if he chooses
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Pretty sure it's gonna go down like the end scene of The Dark Knight Rises (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LYj4Aq5fdjk)
One day Jacob will be sitting at a café, casually enjoying a $20 Starbucks frappucino, nodding to brute in the distance acknowledging that they both know he went missing to finally hit that $0 spending a.k.a. infinite withdrawal rate
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checking net worth.
assert_fire(true).
check..
uptime 1799 days.
brute process shutting down.
exit code 0.
assert_fire(true).
check..
uptime 1799 days.
brute process shutting down.
exit code 0.
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threat to brute process initiated.
assert_fire(false).
check..
downtime 0.0001 seconds.
brute process archived.
exit code 0.
assert_fire(false).
check..
downtime 0.0001 seconds.
brute process archived.
exit code 0.
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BRUTE! You reappear on the day that Arecibo died. Momentous day.
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