Eulogy for the ZMan

I have a long trip tomorrow morning and I wasn’t sure I would post tonight but the ZMan’s death seems to require a post.  And interestingly, yesterday my mind was on mortality.  Just a coincidence but a strange one nonetheless.

I guess I’m looking to process the news a little bit to make it feel less strange.  From what I remember, he was in his late fifties.  I knew he wanted to lose a few pounds and was happy that the yard work around a rural property afforded him the excuse to do more manual labor.  I guess with all the excess mortality after the COVID debacle he may be another victim of our regime’s ill-conceived and incompetently handled bioweapons program in China.  I think everyone’s vitality has taken at least some damage from the spike protein saturating our environment.  So maybe that is the primary cause of the ZMan’s untimely death.  Or maybe he had an underlying condition that he did or didn’t know about.  I’m guessing I’ll never know any more about it.  So, let’s put aside his surprise death.

What about his work?  I’ve been reading and (later) listening to the ZMan’s content for about ten years.  I was already reading material from various “alt-right” sources and ran into some of his posts as links from other sources.  And right away I could tell that his insights and his thought patterns were head and shoulders above most of the blogs I was then reading.  Eventually he became my primary source, not for political news but rather for reaction to the news and for his take on what were the motivations for the actions that were going on in the world around us.

And I found his insights very useful.  He could fit the events into a framework that accounted for the various factions and their agendas; the radical Left, the managerial state, the establishment Republicans, the Neocons, the rank-and-file Democrats and all the rest of the clown parade.  He could lay out their machinations and even predict their feuds and friendships.  And he did it in an entertaining and polished manner.  And his Friday podcast added in the benefit of his suave speaking voice that I playfully referred to as the “Voice of Saruman.”  Yes, the ZMan was a quality resource.

Now as much as I respected and agreed with much of his analysis of the political goings on in Washington and elsewhere, I had and have a very different political ideology from the ZMan.  At heart I’m just a red-pilled civic nationalist and ZMan was a full-fledged member of the dissident right.  What that means was that although I agreed with his diagnosis of our ills I disagreed with his prescription for a cure.  I wanted to eliminate things like affirmative action and illegal immigration and restore an America that had existed before the Johnson New Society.  I wanted the government to leave people alone to decide how they wanted to live their lives and let the government be a color-blind referee that only stepped in when a race war or something equally insane appeared in the streets.

The ZMan believed it was impossible to re-establish that kind of America.  What exactly he believed was the radical solution to the dysfunctional condition of the United States he never explicitly revealed.  On a number of occasions, he did state that a civil war wasn’t in the cards.  I assumed he believed that a negotiated settlement that produced some number of successor states, one of which would be more pleasing to the dissident right, was the desired outcome.  Well, I guess I’ll never know for sure now.  But obviously we differed quite strongly on political ideology and for this reason I never commented on his site.  After all, I was obviously not the target audience.  As much as I admired his abilities as an essayist and a student of political history my positions on these matters would only lead to me being hounded off the site.  And what fun would that be for me?

So, I read his content and linked to the essays that I found especially convincing or entertaining and time passed.  I remember when he had that dustup with Michael Anton and that seemed to confirm that moderates would not be dealt with moderately.  And although I said at the time that everyone is allowed to decide who is and isn’t their enemies, I had no desire to be in that position.  So I lurked and enjoyed his work when it agreed with my views and ignored what did not.

But I will say I’m very sad to hear of his death.  He seemed to be a genuinely good fellow.  If I were on a train or plane with him and all we discussed was New England weather, Thucydides and the antics of Donald Trump I think we could have had a very enjoyable discussion.

And I’m going to miss his Friday Power Hour podcast.  I looked forward to it every week and he provided entertainment and matters to contemplate, on a very consistent basis.  And I always did hope that if Trump and his confederates had ever managed to “fix” the country and get back our rights maybe the ZMan would call a truce with the civic nationalists.

But now we’ll never know.  Rest in peace, ZMan.  You were an American original.

The ZMan has Died

Probably the most eloquent and witty voice on the Dissident Right is no more.  Reports on X by authoritative sources say that the ZMan passed away last night of “natural causes.”

Of course, his most skeptical fans will wonder if the cause was completely natural.  But I will certainly miss his writing and podcasts.  He had one of the greatest speaking voices on the conservative side of the aisle (or “great divide” as he called it).  And his knowledge of political and sociological affairs was impressive.

Although I differed from him on some of the conclusions he drew from his facts I had to admit he was well versed on the mechanisms that had created the dysfunction that he reported on in his posts.

He has a legion of devoted readers who commented religiously on his site and who will be hard pressed to find a new home to replace his haven.

Rest in peace ZMan.

Eulogy for the ZMan

29AUG2025 – The End of an Era

Update:

Comment by ArthurinCali:

Sad news, especially how sudden it was. Zman was one of the inspirations to me to try my hand at writing. His analysis and podcast will be greatly missed by many of us.

https://x.com/ArthurReturnss/status/1938379221157478592

You Have to Acknowledge the Losses

I’ll be travelling Saturday and Sunday.  I’ve got a meeting with the boys up in northern New England.  I’m driving up Saturday morning and driving home Sunday late morning.  Then I have two long days at work Monday and Tuesday.  So, posts will be on a best-efforts basis.

But my life has always been (from my point of view) on a best-efforts basis.  None of us has much (if any) control over the vicissitudes of life.  The weather, our health, the actions of family, friends and especially enemies and total strangers intervene to make the best laid plans of mice and men playthings for the gods.

So, all that is true.  But working our way through all of the twists and turns of life is infinitely compelling.  Even if we have a mundane, even boring week we hear about someone’s disaster, someone’s tragedy.  Someone sentenced to death, someone struck down with awful injury.  And when these are good friends; good people, you’re stunned for a second, “How could that be?  I just saw him.  He was solid and animated; busy!  How could he be dead or dying?”  But very soon he’s gone.  Pretty soon you struggle to remember details of recent visits.  People fade out of our lives.

Well, it’s a matter of bandwidth.  I can only concentrate my mind on a very few things at a time.  So, the periphery has to stay there at the edge.  If someone I haven’t seen in almost exactly fifty years dies, even tragically, only a moment can be spared to acknowledge the loss.  You can only hope that the last fifty years were packed with significance and striving for some lasting impact on the people around him.

I guess what’s important for me is to reflect on whether I have achieved any lasting impact on those around me.  I know of at least one affirmative.  I have impacted Camera Girl in a lasting way.  She has been irritated by me for fifty years now.  That’s got to be significant to her!  To a lesser extent I’ve left some impact on my children and an even more tenuous impact on their children.  I’ve had friends and family in my life.  That counts for something.

Well, I guess it’s the nature of life that as we age, we begin to anticipate death.  How will it intersect with life?  How much warning will there be?  I’ve known some people who were terrified of it.  I’ve known others who were serenely calm about it.  I remember many years ago as a teenager I was working in a hospital and I asked a middle-aged man why he was in the hospital.  He smiled at me and said, “I’ve got a touch of the C.”  I looked at his chart later and he had metastatic bone cancer.  He died a day later.  But he took it all in stride.  So, there is a continuum of human attitude toward mortality.

Recent events around me have got me thinking of such things.  I used to say that the break even point in life is fifty.  If you were allowed fifty years of healthy life then you couldn’t rail against fate as having played you dirty.  If you didn’t dawdle fifty would allow you to raise a family and leave a mark on the world.  Of course, as you get older you can see how sixty and seventy enhance the satisfaction of seeing the future come to fruition.  But the fifty number still makes sense to me as a break-even point.

Okay, enough maudlin sentiment.  Mortality is a fact of life.  But every once in a while, something around you catches your attention and you realize that the stage is changing.  Faces appear and then disappear.  You have to acknowledge the losses.

Dunwich Slips Into Permanent Dumb

Dunwich is a strange place.  Although most humans here appear to be sentient, they’re not.  Many of them continue to breath and move and even talk without even the tiniest shred of gray matter.

First Selectman Cthulhu called a town meeting last night and tried to explain why they should finally vote to accept the 2025/2026 budget during this third referendum.  But regardless of how many citizens he ate, they would not agree to a budget.  Finally after he was developing acid reflux, he asked them why they would not agree.  Their spokeswoman was a vapid forty-something who stood her ground and said, “Why do we need a budget?”

Cthulhu was so flabbergasted by this lack of understanding that he dropped the six Whatleys he was about to swallow and just broke down and wept.  Finally he composed himself and just walked off right through the south wall of town hall and hasn’t been seen since.

In his absence I took it upon myself to explain to this rube just how government worked.  I explained that a budget allowed us a framework for stealing the public’s money and also provide a basis for increasing this theft on a yearly basis.  This actually worked and she thanked me for the clarity of my explanation.

Seriously, this question was actually raised at a town meeting, “Why do we need a budget?”  I think the millennials have reached that point where maintaining a viable civilization is very doubtful