The first modern attempt at chili turned out on the soupy side, but still very edible, and in fact it made up my one meal a day yesterday. I fasted 36 hours before it and today I’ll go 20ish at a minimum.

The big round roast, seared on the stovetop and then baked in the same cast-iron pan, was also still edible, but wildly overcooked–halfway to jerky. I so love the minimalist concept of it, but it needs work, and I think I will drop back to the pressure cooker for the next one at least. For the sake of … tenderness. Shreddiness. Juiciness.

Cutting the carbs (and the nicotine) to near-zero, intermittent fasting, and supplementing with electrolytes and almost nothing else … this is the path I’m on, and all the quality of life indications point to the fact that this is what will work for me, for now.

Especially compared to the standard anti-alternative …

33% of American teenagers are pre-diabetic, and a lot of them are now being prescribed fat drugs like Ozempic. Children. In the last generation, the sperm counts of American men are down by half (“Calley Means Exposes Big Food & Pharma“).

This noble Greatest Country way of life is killing we the People for profit, the AI logic of corrupt capitalism is destroying the nobility of Work, and we’re going down for good, shouting about how the only thing that can save us is a Trump, or a Biden. Christ in a bucket, darlings.

Do you wonder that I find it impossible to take Us, collectively, seriously any more?