The BRAWN Initiative

For much of my adult life there has been unwavering support in the media for STEM education. The democratization of the university degree, a product of greed and affirmative action, has flooded the labor pool with low-skilled STEM graduates with little hope for a full time career. We were told the only way to succeed in life, nay the only way to find work, was to study Science, Technology, Engineering, or Mathematics. However, upon graduation none of this was true.

The research laboratory is where you will inevitably wind up with your prestigious STEM degree. Those outside of STEM fields have a false conception of what research actually entails. Research is not traveling to remote islands and collecting dead finches with disparate beak shapes. Research is not mixing chemicals to create gold. Research is not testing the atom bomb in a remote New Mexico desert.

Research is monotony. Research is sitting at a computer for hours on end staring at data on Excel. Research is adding Red Liquid A to Red Liquid B with a broken pipette manufactured in 1988. You will never discover anything. You will never invent anything. You will never produce anything of value.

Science is so compartmentalized nowadays that you have no idea what you’re working on. A part of a part of a part of some larger part. You’re given a set of instructions to follow and repeat until you find a different lab. There is no room for creativity or innovation. The grant rules everything around you. Sitting in a fume hood under nauseating fluorescent light all day makes you no better than the lab rats you test boner pills on.

STEM is well-suited to people who follow the rules. People who don’t think big. People who don’t challenge the status quo. Women thrive in this type of environment, as do H-1Bs from the Philippines. The former tends to move up quickly into management. If a woman doesn’t already manage your lab, the impotent, old Boomer male who does will happily change that.

The old Boomers of STEM are dinosaurs. They are replacing themselves with a cohort of strange mystery meat women with names you can’t pronounce. I’m told there’s a shortage of women in STEM but there’s really a shortage of people who aren’t first-generation immigrants. People who don’t ask The Big Questions. People who are more than willing to be the worker ants of the seething hive of Industrial Civilization.

Technology has longed ceased to improve lives. The latest dick pic apps from Silicon Valley let us Keep Up with the Kardashians, but otherwise tether us to an inescapable virtual hellscape. Engineering, too, has failed us. We set foot on the Moon and that was about it for technological progress. Advancements in robotics promise us a future in which no one will have to work. But we’ve been told that for a long time. Work isn’t bad as long as it’s dignified. There is nothing dignified about receiving a UBI check from the government after watching your mandatory twelve hours of targeted mobile ads per day.

Mathematics serves as the body of the STEM hydra, and remains to an extent the least corrupted of the four fields. Notoriously difficult, higher level math serves as an obstacle many students cannot surmount. Life science undergraduates tap out after differential & integral calculus, something of which should be mandatory to graduate high school. I am told that in China all university students regardless of major must pass linear algebra and differential equations. This could be a good filter for a better education system in the future.

It is clear by now that STEM is a meme propagated by big business to drive down wages in highly technical disciplines. The supposed STEM shortage is nothing more than a hoax to flood the labor market both with underpaid recent graduates and H-1B Filipina waifus for the enjoyment of middle management Boomers. STEM is on its way out and its death invites us to ponder what should replace it.

I would like to propose my very own BRAWN Initiative. The technical disciplines have for too long been filled with nerds lacking a sort of vital spirit necessary for innovation and discovery. Worse, the rote nature of contemporary STEM has attracted insect people content to memorize and repeat soundbites from their college professors. The BRAWN Initiative will make them all submit to the will of the New Man.

One cannot have a healthy mind or soul without a healthy body. Thus, Broscience is the first of the five core components of BRAWN. By selectively drawing from ancient wisdom, biostatistics, and esoteric bodybuilding forums, Broscience represents all that is good and pure in regards to health and well-being. To paraphrase a famous bodybuilder, “Are you going to listen to somebody who studied the body or somebody who built the body?” With all this talk in the media about healthcare and the impotence of the government, the Age of DIY Healthcare cannot come soon enough. Look after your bros as they would look after you.

Religion is the second component of BRAWN. The health of the soul is criminally overlooked by modern science. Some of these lab coat-wearing neckbeards even say the soul doesn’t exist. We enlightened few know this isn’t true. Choose a faith and follow it. It doesn’t matter if it ‘isn’t real’; the Truth lies in the stories and parables regardless if they actually happened.

The third core component of BRAWN is Aesthetics. As I have written before, your appearance is literally the only important thing about you. But Aesthetics goes beyond this: we must teach students to appreciate Beauty in all forms, from art to architecture to Nature. A respect for Beauty translates into a respect for Life itself. Life is not and should not be a race to the very bottom. Through Broscience and Religion (body & soul) we will elevate ourselves and our civilization into the realm of the Aesthetic.

Will to power is the fourth and foundational force of BRAWN. Will to power is your vital spark, your inner flame, your essence. Will to power is a rebellion against the overwhelming force of entropy that threatens to consume us all. By cultivating will to power through intense physical training, endurance exercises, and mandatory nude Greco-Roman wrestling, we will be able to overcome the pervasive nihilism of postmodernism.

The last core component of BRAWN is Natural philosophy, the original science. Natural philosophy concerns itself with the mathematics that underpins all physical phenomena. We must learn from the Ancients by reading the foundational texts of this field and expand on it in our own ways. It is an atrocity that public schools teach mathematics, physics, and biology without having students read the works of Pythagoras, Archimedes, and Aristotle. An experiment is of no use if you do not understand the fundamental reasons behind natural phenomena. Many people can do calculus but few know why and how it was developed over millennia.

Thus, let us cast STEM into the trash heap of post-modernity. Let BRAWN be the future of total human development. Let us be stronger, smarter, and more introspective. Let us ask The Big Questions and know how to answer them.

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5 Comments on “The BRAWN Initiative”

  1. I think you are on to something with your comments on the soul and religion. Would love for you to expound more in the future.

      1. “Religion is the second component of BRAWN. The health of the soul is criminally overlooked by modern science. Some of these lab coat-wearing neckbeards even say the soul doesn’t exist. We enlightened few know this isn’t true. Choose a faith and follow it. It doesn’t matter if it ‘isn’t real’; the Truth lies in the stories and parables regardless if they actually happened.”

        Like OP, this part was really intriguing and it’d be cool if you could talk about it more (a comment reply, an entire article, or whatever). I think you’re dead on with this but it’s hard to say with this nutshell form.

  2. My wife (white, virginal, both parents still married to each other) left me in the middle of my last deployment. She informed me that her newly awarded “fellowship” in a female-heavy research lab, in reality a three-year employment contract for a job paying approximately $32,000/yr, would require her to continue living near the same third-tier town where we had lived for six years. I had already had to call in favors and connections in order to remain stationed there that long. I needed to move or put myself at serious risk of losing my job, which pays about $90,000/yr with 30 days paid vacation, along with retirement benefits that will allow me to start a second career in my 40s with minimal trouble. That would have been showing a “lack of commitment” to the relationship, however. As for the importance of her own job, she openly worried she needed something to fall back on if we didn’t make it (we’d been married five years). She called me insensitive when I tried to explain the circular nature of this reasoning and accused me of lacking empathy and having no understanding of human emotions; I’ve watched men die violently within the past year and when I was younger put pieces of a friend’s skull into a body bag. I still feel ashamed that I pretended not to notice the young boys kept around by the Afghans I “advised”. Anyway, I wouldn’t do it, and now she’s gone.

    Her father, whose own wife hasn’t worked more than four months in a row for pay since the Carter administration and who bore him three children before she turned thirty, advised his daughter to “cut her losses” with me if our marriage was getting in the way of her passion. I spoke to him about this after finding out, and he told me that he had to do what was best for his daughter, complete with condescending intonation. He hung up when I asked him plainly whether he thought his daughter’s choices were preferable to those of his wife’s and I haven’t talked to him since.

    We had no children, but owned a dog and two cats, even though before we married she said she wanted to stay home to raise our kids. I know that all thirty-two of my great-great-great grandparents were born in America, and from my father I have the discharge paperwork of two men from before then from the Revolutionary War. I still sometimes miss waking up next to my wife in the middle of the night and once briefly considered buying a body pillow, but over time it has happened less often and I assume someday the feeling will go away entirely, although I continue to sleep on the same side of the bed out of habit (now full rather than king size, of course). I sometimes think I might retire to the Philippines or somewhere else in Southeast Asia, but I once spent a few months in Korea and remember one night seeing a gray-haired white man with hard features gently stroking the long hair of a bored-looking, ugly-faced Filipina “juicy girl” while waiting in line at a kebab stand in an off-post “ville”. Maybe that feeling will go away too. If I ever make another arrangement, I know it will be just that, and a shadow of what I had. (And God, I knew how lucky I was even then.)

    I used to believe in the rightness of America, of the nobility of the profession of arms, of the duty of a man to his family and society. I really did, it wasn’t even that long ago, only a few years even, I actually thought about my life that way. That part ended when I came home and quickly walked alone out of the auditorium we were released in so that I wouldn’t be seen crying. Outwardly I don’t think much has changed. But inside now I’m now simply a mercenary; I have a trade which I practice with skill and without complaint. I am sure my masters are as bad a claque of villains and their degenerate courtiers as ever existed; but they have taken nothing from me. (When I read about CIA black interrogation sites and Secret Service cocaine parties, I know. When I look around at faces during transgender integration briefings, I wonder.) I still believe in God, but I don’t think of him the same way as I used to.

    No volume of samples transferred from one tube to the other, no number of first-author publications, no journal impact factor, no talks given or grants awarded are ever going to make up for the beautiful children that weren’t born, for the decades endured without love or companionship, for the memories of women’s youth and men’s strength that won’t be preserved into senility by their husbands and wives and into death by their offspring. I hope I see it all burn.

    1. Really want to thank you for taking the time to share this with me.

      Could be time to carve out a comfortable expat life, opt-out of this godforsaken system as much as possible. A lot of guys are making decent living with e-commerce sites and the like abroad. Hell, that’s what I want to do most days.

      Let me know how it goes.

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