Dead Enders Re-Read:

I've spent this year re-reading all my books and proofreading whatever mistakes I found, so it was Dead Enders' turn.  I corrected two silly errors -- a capitalization error and a missing apostrophe, but other than that the book looks to be in tip-top shape.

While I was at it I also fixed the appearance descriptions of Mavis and Wendy in 100 Waifus.  As I'm rewatching Fairy Tail right now it became clear I wasn't doing them enough justice.

Dead Enders was a fantastic novel, which often had me laughing out loud, and other times musing in contemplative satisfaction.  This book is not fan fiction like 100 Waifus, all the characters, the setting, the plot, etc, comes from my own head.  The entire book spans only three weeks, with every detail of their days portrayed in exquisite loving detail.  There's just so much to digest about every little thing.  Every word, every gesture someone makes, has an emotional and philosophical depth to it.  There's infinity down there, if you only look for it.

It's a gripping novel you can't put down once started.  Best of all, once you're done, you can just move along to its two equally terrific sequel novels and finish the whole trilogy.  (Choice Givers and Followers and Emulators.)

I've read Dead Enders many times, and it's still this good the moment I pick it up again.  Yet again I can't understand why my genius goes so unrecognized.  I can look at the book and see how good it is.  It's indisputably a masterpiece.  And yet no one else on Earth seems to notice.

There's something dramatically wrong with this world when genius authors like myself are ignored in favor of 'Are you in love with your mother and her 2 hit combo attacks?' or whatever.  It's disheartening to know that the first time anyone will properly appreciate my contributions and quality will be after I'm dead -- either after humanity wises up a bit and realizes what they were missing, or when I get to meet God face to face and finally someone of discernment has a chance to praise me.

But for the sake of that future meeting with God all I can do is forge on and keep writing fantastic novels and blogposts like these.  I only need the respect of one good person to blow away the opinions of billions of fools.

I'm one of the only healthy weighted adults in America, (175 lbs 5'11"), good looking, 140 IQ, without a single vice to my name (don't smoke, drink, gamble, do drugs, etc, etc), wealthy and a writer of six astounding novels (and 6 not-so-astounding novels).  By any objective measure I'm in the top .1% of humanity.  But none of it matters, because I don't have a socially recognized job (if my books sold I would have one, but they don't sell so it doesn't count), and I have the wrong political opinions (which would have been considered the right political opinions for the first 10,000 years of human existence.)

The karma I've saved up is going to be enormous.  Everything I wasn't given here on Earth despite having earned it many times over, I'll be given in heaven, because God recognizes her own, and must be feeling pretty apologetic right now for how stupidly humanity has treated me all this time.

But just in case God doesn't exist, it's important to squeeze as much out of life as possible while I'm still here.  Luckily there's still plenty to look forward to:

Only 4 of my 27 favorite light novel series have both been finished by the author satisfactorily and completely translated.

Only 28 of my favorite 75 manga series have both been finished by the author satisfactorily and completely translated.

Only 5 of my top 10 visual novel franchises have both been finished by the author satisfactorily and completely translated.

Only 82 of my top 200 anime franchises have reached a satisfactory conclusion to their tales and been completely translated.

Which means not even half the beauty of the world has yet been unearthed.  At this rate I'll die of old age before I can consume it all.

Beauty isn't the only thing to look forward to.  I also firmly believe that within my lifetime liberal policies will be so self-defeating, so obviously destructive, that an enormous backlash will bring thinkers like me back into power.  At that time my prescience will be accorded the respect it always deserved.  The more powerful liberalism grows, the more corrosive its influence on the world, the more obviously right I become.  I basically can't lose.  If liberalism is rejected, I obviously win.  If it's accelerated, I also win, because that just leads to a total collapse.  Even if it stays the same, the momentum of demographic change is so violently destructive that the world ends up collapsing anyway.

All I have to do is wait liberalism out.  It's completely unsustainable as a belief system, so it's easy for a single human lifespan to overcome it.  Humanity will return to the timeless truths of yore, and at that time, rather than its rear guard like I've been all this time, I will be its vanguard.