Debunking imperialist pseudoscience is all well and good, but I'd like to approach the issue from another angle.
In that, whatever the argument for the inferiority of race/group/culture/ethnicity/identity X might be, why would you accept the premise of the argument? All statements rely on presuppositions of truth, axioms if you will. And in 100% of cases those presuppositions are pulled straight out of someone's ass. That's sort of the caveat of rational thought: there is no ultimate axiom - axiom have to be set by human beings, with all the bullshit that entails.
More to the point, suppose it is 100% true that certain races/ethnicities are more intelligent than others or whatever. So what? Who says intelligence is a fundamental virtue? Last I checked, being smart doesn't prevent anyone from being an asshole. Quite the contrary indeed. It takes a certain amount of intelligence to be cruel, and to subvert morality, rather than being merely oblivious to morality, like something unintelligent would be. I've also known plenty of thick as pigshite people who were top blokes.
And that applies to all things people hold virtuous. All ideologies, belief systems, worldviews, political systems, religions, and generally all products of human mental excretions rely on baseless assumptions of "x being such". Things that are allegedly "self evident". Or ordained by God, or nature, or whatever authority you want. And the final redpill is that you just don't have to subscribe to such assumptions at all. In the end, none of it is meaningfully distinguishable from mythology. And that's all it is, some anglo-westoid mythos that became codified as sacred, but this time on the authority of "reason" and "muh science", rather than God.
All ideologies, belief systems, politics, histories, religions, scriptures, worldviews and frameworks are written by humans in the end, fallible humans just like you and me. Read: assholes. Their word is not that of God.
Sure they will dress their mythos in lofty sounding words like "civilization" or "reason" or whatever, but those are simply meant to project authority and validity. Not to sound like Louis Cachet, but personally I don't see an inherent value in the notion of "civilization". It's merely a process. I see no reason to hold it in higher regard than any natural process, like single cell organisms assembling into more complex formations for example. In fact, the projection of loftiness is merely one of the survival strategies by which the memetic belief systems proliferate.

The OP, as a non-westoid, should actually be the most well armed against such ideological spooks. Having the perspective of someone observing from the outside. The greatest trick that the wectoids have pulled is having convinced the world that their particular brand of mythology is universal and objective. The only correct response to a wectoid trying to evangelize his zeitgeist upon you is "what the fuck are you talking about you retard". Pre-modern tribal thinking is actually valuable here. No pretense of objectivity, just various cultures and their personal mythologizes, which you simply do not have to take seriously at all. You have to learn to have the balls to reject spooks outright without engaging in their local notions of truth. You are always free to choose your own values and virtues. Do not let others define them for you.

It must be noted that none of what I'm saying here is trying to argue against the validity of the empiric method. It is, precisely my point that the empiric method does not, and is in fact incapable of making conclusions. It is solely concerned with raw data. The moment you start interpreting the data, making conclusions, and assigning values to the data points, you are in the realm of Opinion, and thus on equal footing with everyone else, with no pretense to ultimate Truth. It is actually the oldest trick in the book to interpret empiric data, and use the perceived authority and infallibility of the empiric method to add validity to your own ideology. Nevermind that the moment the data is interpreted, it is no longer in the realm of empiric knowledge.

So the correct response to an imperialist wectoid telling you amazing stories about such and such ethnicity having lower intelligence or an "inferior" civilization is not to argue with them on their own grounds, or to try and prove the "worthiness" of oneself according to THEIR value system, *that just reeks of insecurity), The correct response is "so what retard". Because who is superior or inferior according to their value system is irrelevant, because their value system itself is irrelevant.

sorry for being incoherent, I wanted to ignore this whole thread, but being intoxicated lowered my inhibition

>>46028
One thing I'm trying to hone into is how surreal and ridiculous it feels to engage with the westoid zeitgeist and its claims to universality as someone who comes from a culture completely outside of the west.

There is something undeniably ridiculous about a european missionary evangelizing a semitic religion to a tundra asian who never even heard of any of that shit.

Engaging with the western zeitgeist feels like that from the outside. This weirdo-amalgam of some thousands year old pagan empire and a desert religion + germanic neurosis presented to you as the "Narrative of reality". I can't think of a more appropriate response than "who the fuck are you and what the fuck are you talking about you schizo retard".

To put you in my shoes, recall that feeling of alienation and bafflement you experienced when learning about some isolated primitive tribe's idea of how reality works, their mythology and their religion, some nonsense about a God-Stallion impregnating the Eearth-mare and the material world sprouting from its belly or whatever. That's exactly what it feels like to interact with westoids from the outside. Plus a dash of indignant self assuredness through the authority of lofty pseudo-rational justifications.
fuck all'yall tbh.

>Yesterday
>Get message from old HS that I should send back a digital copy of my degree because there might be some problems with it
>Send it back
>"Everything is all right with your papers (so fare the only case where this is true)"

Pretty nice of them to "remedy" this issue after two fucking months during the fucking enrolment procedure, but whatever.
I'd have been pretty fucking mad if I failed to enrol because of an undiscovered bureaucratic error. (That slipped past like three layers of bureaucracy.)

I woke up at 8 o' clock and had a small breakfast and then just lounged around the house. My sister went to pick up her new textbooks, and after she left, I immediately set to make lunch, only to find it's still only 10 o' clock.
So I went and picked up my package. They misspelt my name on the package. I guess it happens when you have a long name with a slightly archaic spelling.

I think I now own every book of interest from this press. (Except for maybe their Mongolian-Hungarian dictionary, but I'm not particularly interested that much in the Mongolian language as of yet.)
Got a copy of the Bhagavad-gita, a collection of Chekhov stories, a small collection of Mongolian myths, two short poetry volumes by the Japanese poet Ryokan, a book on Ming-era furniture, and a small volume of travel sketches from two Hungarian poets who travelled to Shanghai in the 1930s. I've never heard of Zoltán Nyisztor, but Sándor Weöres is probably one of my favourite poets. He's one of the best 20th century poetry has to offer. He was also a prolific translator, and his translations of Chinese poetry and the Daodejing, both of which he made with the help of now legendary Hungarian Sinologists are still widely read today.
I had no idea he ever visited the far-east.
Apparently the two poets were on the same boat at the same time, both of them writing their own travelogue. (Weöres knew that Nyisztor was on the boat while Nyisztor didn't acknowledge Weöres's presence, because as a radically conservative Catholic he probably cared little for an up-and coming poet publishing in a liberal/reformist journal like Nyugat. At least this is what I gather from the afterword.)

Autumn is just around the corner. At least based on the constant, gentle wind that I feel and see whenever I go outside.
I'm going to miss reading in the garden.