Kulak, please DM me if possible. I definitely won't make this march but there's a real possibility I could bring myself and 5-20 other guys who would go crazy for this around July 1st 2027. We will likely be in eastern Canada during that time. From Saskatchewan.
He wrote informer while in prison on double attempted murder charges. He didn't plee or have the charges drop either... Went the distance and the jury found him not guilty. That was his second time in prison after caving a guy's head in with a tire iron.
He's more real than every black rapper save 50 cent.
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These are the people who run Canadian crime... Guys who look like accountant stepdads.
Not sure if you read her tactical hobo essay, but the idea of the flipflops is to have emergency footwear you can stay mobile on if your main boots crap out somehow.
Sensible. I usually have a pair of dirt-cheap use&lose ones on my backpack when hiking; no point ambling about the camp-site in the ole' marching-boots.
Hadn't consider that angle in this context for some reason.
I like this idea. I respect the initiative. But, man, I hate Toronto. I hate it with the burning, firey passion of a thousand exploding suns. The city is a back hole, devoid of human life. One feels depressed and drained after just a couple hours. To call it "degenerate" would be to pay it an unfair compliment. New York is degenerate; Chicago is degenerate; Detroit is degenerate. Toronto is just a sad, lifeless place. Indians and weed dispensaries as far as the eye can see.
I'm tempted to express interest in this. God knows, I'm already deep enough into wrongthink that I can't imagine this would get me onto any new lists. But Toronto fucking sucks...
If it weren't for the spinal stenosis/scoliosis and the fact that the single orthopedic surgeon (compared to the four others I met with, who said my MRI images made me a 'prime candidate') who told me to "not get your hopes up too awfully high" about the ~=~ 25-30k USD spinal stimulator currently installed in me, was untimately the best forecaster of the bunch...I would be looking forward to joining this summertime extravaganza and taking a chance of surviving it.
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However (cr. Prof. Irwin Corey, RIP)...If the $2 Powerball ticket for Wednesday's drawing turns out to be a source of sufficient funds, I will buy (OK, maybe just rent) one of those mobility scooters or a full-blown gas-powered golf cart and participate on wheels. Non-zero-probability promise.
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Walking/marching/hiking afoot are problematic, but I do a daily half-mile swim, so if you were to ever organize such an affair along the path of a river I could very likely be an amphibious corrolary to the main, land-based troops. Naturally, this would require the direction of the march to match up with the direction of the river's current. Maybe there is some industrial wasteland area 20 miles from the city center of St. Louis that would work for next year.
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Jet fuel unavailability will probably make recreation of the original death march, but y'all might want to consider this as a sort of musical homage to the ones that made it, and to the others. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4k4NEAIk3PU Te morituri and all that.
Driving to one airport or another, I often think, what if I had to get out of my car here? There are so many places in /near cities which aren’t scaled for humans, they’re all rail, containers, high-speed highways with no pedestrian walks, you wouldn’t even be seen before, nor after, you were squashed flat. The directional signs are spaced for vehicles traveling at high speeds, too far apart for a pedestrian to be able to orient herself….and oh yes the heat, even in winter you won’t see snow there, it’s a locale where the vehicles ARE the organisms.
But is the purpose of the Misery Walks to locate and then keep in touch with other people brave and perverse enough to expose themselves to this post-human or ultra-human environment when they don’t actually have to, so that you’ll have a community to turn to if the time comes when we DO have to?
Not too keen on crossing the Iron Curtain in the wrong direction, let alone driving to Toronto; but inspired to try a parallel expedition in Detroit to show spiritual solidarity
This sounds epic. Unfortunately my city is probably too small for this, but some really horrible suburb might work.
Also, this is an excercise I used to do years ago whenever I visited a city. I'd take public transport to the center then walk out to wherever I was staying (usually on the outskirts). The only city that beat me was Boston: It was just too big and convoluted. I later took a coach out of the city and realised my folly: It never truly ends, it just keeps going. I could have walked for days and still be in Boston.
Kulak, please DM me if possible. I definitely won't make this march but there's a real possibility I could bring myself and 5-20 other guys who would go crazy for this around July 1st 2027. We will likely be in eastern Canada during that time. From Saskatchewan.
Tribe & Train.
when I think of Toronto, three random things come to mind:
1. that parody of a white man "snow"
2. that american psycho was shot there, to some extend
3. the freak who fed a mouse to a python on camera
But then, I am also just a degenerate European drowning in foreign elements that suffocate me bit by bit.
Snow is hardcore.
He wrote informer while in prison on double attempted murder charges. He didn't plee or have the charges drop either... Went the distance and the jury found him not guilty. That was his second time in prison after caving a guy's head in with a tire iron.
He's more real than every black rapper save 50 cent.
.
These are the people who run Canadian crime... Guys who look like accountant stepdads.
Mace/bear spray.
"Stab-proof" vest.
Steel-capped boots rather than flipflops (or marching boots).
A good knife, assuming Canadian law allow the carrying of knives when hiking.
Not sure if you read her tactical hobo essay, but the idea of the flipflops is to have emergency footwear you can stay mobile on if your main boots crap out somehow.
Sensible. I usually have a pair of dirt-cheap use&lose ones on my backpack when hiking; no point ambling about the camp-site in the ole' marching-boots.
Hadn't consider that angle in this context for some reason.
FUUUUCCCCKKKK this got announced right after a blew all my pto and money.
I like this idea. I respect the initiative. But, man, I hate Toronto. I hate it with the burning, firey passion of a thousand exploding suns. The city is a back hole, devoid of human life. One feels depressed and drained after just a couple hours. To call it "degenerate" would be to pay it an unfair compliment. New York is degenerate; Chicago is degenerate; Detroit is degenerate. Toronto is just a sad, lifeless place. Indians and weed dispensaries as far as the eye can see.
I'm tempted to express interest in this. God knows, I'm already deep enough into wrongthink that I can't imagine this would get me onto any new lists. But Toronto fucking sucks...
If it weren't for the spinal stenosis/scoliosis and the fact that the single orthopedic surgeon (compared to the four others I met with, who said my MRI images made me a 'prime candidate') who told me to "not get your hopes up too awfully high" about the ~=~ 25-30k USD spinal stimulator currently installed in me, was untimately the best forecaster of the bunch...I would be looking forward to joining this summertime extravaganza and taking a chance of surviving it.
.
However (cr. Prof. Irwin Corey, RIP)...If the $2 Powerball ticket for Wednesday's drawing turns out to be a source of sufficient funds, I will buy (OK, maybe just rent) one of those mobility scooters or a full-blown gas-powered golf cart and participate on wheels. Non-zero-probability promise.
.
Walking/marching/hiking afoot are problematic, but I do a daily half-mile swim, so if you were to ever organize such an affair along the path of a river I could very likely be an amphibious corrolary to the main, land-based troops. Naturally, this would require the direction of the march to match up with the direction of the river's current. Maybe there is some industrial wasteland area 20 miles from the city center of St. Louis that would work for next year.
.
Jet fuel unavailability will probably make recreation of the original death march, but y'all might want to consider this as a sort of musical homage to the ones that made it, and to the others. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4k4NEAIk3PU Te morituri and all that.
So, you do this in order to build camaraderie?
I understand this impulse.
Driving to one airport or another, I often think, what if I had to get out of my car here? There are so many places in /near cities which aren’t scaled for humans, they’re all rail, containers, high-speed highways with no pedestrian walks, you wouldn’t even be seen before, nor after, you were squashed flat. The directional signs are spaced for vehicles traveling at high speeds, too far apart for a pedestrian to be able to orient herself….and oh yes the heat, even in winter you won’t see snow there, it’s a locale where the vehicles ARE the organisms.
But is the purpose of the Misery Walks to locate and then keep in touch with other people brave and perverse enough to expose themselves to this post-human or ultra-human environment when they don’t actually have to, so that you’ll have a community to turn to if the time comes when we DO have to?
Not too keen on crossing the Iron Curtain in the wrong direction, let alone driving to Toronto; but inspired to try a parallel expedition in Detroit to show spiritual solidarity
Will there be appropriate musical accompaniment?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_OUCWKHGUOM
Ironically, I doubt you’ll meet many of those liberal white female voters or progressive policymakers on your jaunts.
https://jmpolemic.substack.com/p/to-them-we-are-cattle
This sounds epic. Unfortunately my city is probably too small for this, but some really horrible suburb might work.
Also, this is an excercise I used to do years ago whenever I visited a city. I'd take public transport to the center then walk out to wherever I was staying (usually on the outskirts). The only city that beat me was Boston: It was just too big and convoluted. I later took a coach out of the city and realised my folly: It never truly ends, it just keeps going. I could have walked for days and still be in Boston.
Hella cool