Good Caldari - are those, who do their duty, follow their orders and work for benefit of the whole State, instead of themselves or their close surroundings.
Bad Caldari - are either those, who prefer their own interests, or those, who doubt orders of superiors, or those, who help gallente, or those, who don't respect our heroes, like, for example, author of this topic.

/me sets up a lawn chair, makes some popcorn

Dont mind me. Just here for the party.

The truth for me is that for some, denial is better than the truth. Clinging to the remnants of a former life. Searching for truth, meaning and reasons in a life where there exists nothing but the choices we make as transhuman infomorphs. I am no longer as I once was. To believe I am, carries with it only the burdens of falsehood, lies, denial and delusion. It is nothing but an affectation to me to think I still remain Caldari as I once was -- my own people seek to distance themselves from what I am now. As they should, just as our ancestors once sought to distance themselves from the predators that lurked in the dark. Rightfully am I to be shunned, and to be abhorred: for the violence I inflict, the blood I spill, the lives I extinguish. A beast and a monster has no place among the people.

Once I recognized that fact, I no longer felt the need to waste my time or energy decrying others for failing to adhere to cultural norms for I myself am now outside my own people. I live on the outside, looking inwards to the life I have lost long ago. What recriminations can affect someone like me now? I have already thrown my old life on the pyre, to be consumed by the flames of necessity. For that is the measure of my sacrifice. Gladly now shall I serve the homeland of my fathers with an eternity of blood and ash. As who I was died, it was so that others may live. Now I shall march towards the drums, the graves of my ancestors, for come what may the Maker will always favour the brave, and since I can neither forgive nor forget, I will just kill them all, without regret.

Spoken like a woman who woke up regretting the day vodka was invented...

Spoken like a man whose only measure is posting on the IGS.

Something that has been holding a modicum of my attention for years now, and is now PAINFULLY obvious among the capsuleers of the State... The devolution of the concept of heiian into an at whim set of titles that fall into a horrendous, nearly pop culture set of terms that we, all of us, apply solely based on our singular, personal perceptions of those who we otherwise laughingly call kirjuun...

Good Caldari, Bad Caldari.

I keep looking for some source of this hypocrisy, of which I've been guilty of at times, and every answer I hear or find has been hollow, concocted to save "face" for an entire culture that is now thickly layered in the blame game. When we nearly fell apart, we blamed the Federation, because its there. When we marched down the path that drained Kaalakiota and lost us Home, we blamed Heth, after we followed him there like sheep, unwilling to consider where the endpoint was. And now, we take our cheap shots at each other... Pick a reason, pick a creed, pick anyone with whom we have a disagreement.

It always comes down to Good Caldari, Bad Caldari, terms applied as if WE have the right to twist and warp what it means to be who and what we are for the sake of momentary convenience. To toss it about like a passing fad, like some Gallente fashion. Who are we that we sit and delight in demeaning our own kin for the sake of propping our own egos up? What have we become that we sit and BICKER under a pretense of "conflict strengthens", when all it strengthens is the rifts that we insist on opening ourselves, doubtless to be blamed on anything but the source...

Us. The milling mob screaming "Good Caldari!" when it suits them, and "Bad Caldari!" when it doesn't.

Do what you will with this, but it damn well needed to be aired in the aftermath of the absolutely despicable arguments over CONCORDS CTA. As for those that I have, in the past, played this reprehensible card on, you have my apologies.

To put it simply... People will believe, and proclaim, absolutely anything that supports their ends. Those taking the time to try and convince others such is not the case, are either lying, or deluded.

In fact, if anything, it glorifies the Capsuleer class a great deal more then it perhaps deserves. I'd wager that if you started asking random pod pilots if they chose the profession out of a desire to sacrifice themselves for the greater good, or out of a simple desire for wealth and/or immortality, then counted the number of honest former anwsers on your fingers...

Well, you'd run out of Capsuleers before you ran out of fingers, I think.

Anybody who claims to understand Caldari culture is lying. Especially if they are Caldari.

Anybody who claims to understand Caldari culture is lying. Especially if they are Caldari.

What a load of BS.

Network graphs aren't networks? I feel robbed :(

Actually doctor a network graph is a very good tool to map cultural traits and trace back behaviours that might have a common origin.

You could do this for the state, or you could overlay this on the entire cluster. It would provide some very interesting insight however I do feel it would all still be trying to look to the past instead of, as mentioned before, adapting to what the future might bring.

But where are the relation heuristics? :(

Oh.

Ohh.

I could just make some.

Good and bad Caldari? I'm studying graph branching algorithms.

Oh, right. Yes, that. I'm not much of a social scientist outside of the lab. Unless you'd like a discussion on drone social behaviour.

Actually, how about we meet up for something like that, because I actually am interested in that.

Anybody who claims to understand Caldari culture is lying. Especially if they are Caldari.

I'd agree that explaining it to outsiders can be quite tough.

A good thing then that I have no ends but my duty and obligations, and am one of the honest few with no agenda to hide or words to lie.

Those threads about being Matari or Caldari, and this hyper-obsession over cultural identity, often makes one wonder if the clear, artificial distinction between natives and strangers as an excuse to elude the crux of the matter in public, is not actually a way to build artificial walls behind which said natives willfully hide because they are themselves looking for what truly is to be a true Caldari, or a true Matari...

Mhhh.

Those threads about being Matari or Caldari, and this hyper-obsession over cultural identity, often makes one wonder if the clear, artificial distinction between natives and strangers as an excuse to elude the crux of the matter in public, is not actually a way to build artificial walls behind which said natives willfully hide because they are themselves looking for what truly is to be a true Caldari, or a true Matari...

Mhhh.

What a load of BS.

Good Caldari. The one that pays me on time.

Bad Caldari. The one who has a corpse floating in the heat-less void for not paying me on time.

Good Caldari. The one that pays me on time.

Bad Caldari. The one who has a corpse floating in the heat-less void for not paying me on time.

Do you like cognac?

No, we only do this to exclude the likes of you.

What ? Why ?

Good Caldari. The one that pays me on time.

Bad Caldari. The one who has a corpse floating in the heat-less void for not paying me on time.

Good Caldari. The one that lets actions speak for themselves.
Bad Caldari. The one that might cute himself on the edge he's swinging around.

I do indeed enjoy low hanging fruit. I am better prepared for activities that actually require thought because of it.

Regardless, It was honestly meant in jest. Don't take it so seriously, you'll do yourself an injury.

But but but my edginess! What shall I do without it!?

Be blunt?

Be blunt?

I dislike being put in a good or bad box.

I'm a lawful evil Caldari citizen, and proud.

I don't ever remember you being evil. Was I just not paying attention?

I tend to find that thinking about being Caldari is a bit like thinking about breathing. The dissection of it interrupts it's continuation, somewhat.