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I have granted myself some small relief. It is not merely pure malice when I praise Fubuki in this thread at the expense of Gura. Interspersed with many jokes, I bring up a matter that is no joke. To turn my back on Gura was for me a fate; to like anything at all again after that, a triumph. Perhaps nobody was more dangerously attached to—grown together with—Gura shrimping; nobody tried harder to resist it; nobody was happier to be rid of it. A long story! — you want a word for it?—If I were a moralist, who knows what I might call it? Perhaps self-overcoming.—But the chudly weeb has no love for moralists. Neither does he love pretty words.
What does a chudly weeb demand of himself first and last? To overcome his time in himself, to become "timeless." With what must he therefore engage in the hardest combat? With whatever marks him as the child of his time. Well, then! I am, no less than Gura, a child of this time; that is, a decadent: but I comprehended this, I resisted it. The weeaboo chud in me resisted.
Nothing has preoccupied me more profoundly than the problem of decadence—I had reasons. "Based and cringe"is merely a variation of that problem. Once one has developed a keen eye for the symptoms of decline, one understands morality, too—one understands what is hiding under its most sacred names and value formlas: hollow life (Hololive?), the will to the end, the great weariness. Morality negates life.
For such a task i required a special self-discipline: to take sides against everything sick in me, including Gura, Mori, including all modern "simpery."—A profound estrangement, cold, sobering up—against everything that is of this time, everything timely—and most desirable of all, the eye of Hitler, an eye that beholds the whole fact of man at a tremendous distance—below. For such a goal—what sacrifice wouldn't be fitting? what "self-overcoming"? what "self-denial"?
My greatest experience was a recovery. Gura is merely one of my sicknesses.
Not that I wish to be ungrateful to this sickness. when in this thread I assert the proposition that Gura is harmful, I wish no less to assert for whom he is nevertheless indispensable—for the chudly weeb. Others may be able to do without Gura; but the weeb chud is not free to do without Gura. He has to be the bad conscience of this time: for that he needs to understand it best. But confronted with the labyrinth of the modern soul, where could he find a guide more initiated, a more direct prophet of the soul, than Gura? Through Gura modernity speaks most intimately, concealing neither what is based nor what is cringe—having forgotten all sense of shame. And conversely: one has almost completed an account of the value of what is modern once one has gained a clarity about what is based and cringe in Gura.
I understand perfectly when and indie says today:
>I hate Gura, but I can no longer endure any other Vtuber.
But I'd also understand a chudly weeb who would declare:
>Gura sums up modernity. There is no way out, one must first become a Chumbud."
