Take A Break Or This Broken World Will Drive You Crazy
For the last two months prior to election day, Drudge was linking to various articles about how people were suffering from election induced anxiety, depression, and even sleep loss. Facebook feeds were particularly active and potent regardless of what political bubble you are dwell in.
We all expected the end of the world before night, and it’s only gotten worse post-election for half of the voting public to cope with the election of Cthulu. Detractors of Trump literally believe he’s Hitler, but then again, so is anyone to the right of Hillary. The sky is literally falling and raining pepes.
My Facebook and Twitter blared with insane headlines that even often I thought were too exaggerated to be true. Everything was apocalyptic in nature and possible destruction of our grand modern multi-cultural tolerant world, even though Rome didn’t fall in a day.
The scaremongering and dastardly vicious dangers strawmen that anyone else in the “opponent” group ensured that the personal was political. Stories that were true and shocking – one example being Detroit having more Hillary votes then possible voters made my blood boil all that much more.
Post-election, all of the scoundrels and deplorables favorable to “God-Emperor Trump” were faced with families endearing new crises that unfortunately had nothing to do with drug addled interventions, sibling disputes, and crumbling marriages. Call me ole fashioned, but I’m still shocked that people are avoiding family members because of their despicable politics. Clearly, those politicians will always be there for you, but your family won’t.
To put in perspective how bad the shattering has been just between husbands and wives, the annoying chat-box known as “The View” had a segment in which voting husbands for Trump was causing them to lose their pussy tingles for their studly husbands. Yes, apparently a difference in how you voted was causing the dreaded “deadbedroom” threads we read about. Hammer that nail of sexual intimacy once more to the coffin.
“I think that the sex drive does die and, you know, we are building a wall around our vaginas,” she continued. “The guy [Trump] says it’s okay if he would grab a woman by her you-know-what, and women are either a 10 or a one, or this one’s fat, and you voted for that schmuck?”
“You voted for that? I’m not sleeping with you,” Behar said.“That’s what’s happening,” Sunny Hostin agreed.
Yep, you read that right. Some people have “marriages” that are truly that dysfunctional and the sex tips in Glamour aren’t possible now. I don’t think adultery/cheating is a good thing, but if your wife, girlfriend, etc. pulled that – using sex as a weapon –I’d immediately hand her divorce papers and start hitting up Tinder as the one night sluts on there will at least give you sex unlike these shrews.
I can’t slap the woman who said that physically, but I most certainly will air slap her from across the deplorable manosphere caverns from which I lurk. Here’s a bold statement though for women – or men – who refuse you sex because of your vote; She doesn’t deserve you, your money, or your capability to be an emotional tampon when she’s crying.
What she so richly does deserve; cats, gawking at other women more attractive then here, and bitching about male feminists hitting on her that she isn’t attracted to. A bit overboard? I’m that sick and tired of it.
But to get back on track, its all too damn much – and that’s just regarding two of the stories that stood out to me the most after being bombarded with one piece of insanity ranging from true to greatly exaggerated after the other. Every story I come across is in all caps, screaming with a bullhorn for my attention – and they all make the world seem like its getting worse after I glance at the headlines.
Surely, I like the rest of you am taking crazy pills, or the world, society, and the culture around us is surely doomed and primed to implode – on a daily basis. Even in our own circles, everything is almost always pessimistic. Feminists are getting more power, safe spaces are smothering meaningful conversation, and we are constantly having to explain to shocked observers, friends, and families that we aren’t actually all those bad ist and isms they keep hearing we are – this is all despite Trumps win which is supposed to greatly move the Overton window…
- I’ve noticed how the subject of “Facts” has become extremely subjective. I still don’t know exactly how much Planned Parenthood spends on abortion via Federal Funding because every inquiry on it uses different methods to calculate the statistics. In a world of unlimited data, we can’t see past a hazy cloud of numbers on all sides.
- Reliable sources all depend on what side you are on.
- Vicious opinionated partial journalism isn’t contrary to the very nature of being a journalist because Trump is the new Hitler. Woodward is jaded and Bernstein is weeping. The very journalists and publications shrieking about fake news are spouting it nonstop with nary a noticeable correction in mind because the damage has been done.
- Fake news is now completely up to shadowy corporate internet giants that are deliberately as vague as possible as to how much of your information they are sharing with the government without warrant – and that’s if they haven’t been hit with a gag order preventing them from even talking about it.
Well it’s time to take a damned break for a few days. As Davis Aurini put it in one article, “Let God Sort It Out.” We hear about how the Red Pill – whatever that even means these days – induces a massive overload of the realization that the world is a dark place, life is VERY unfair, and most of what you can supposedly can control actually can’t be. Reality ends up being made up of dark and mysterious forces beyond our control. Your critics will always be there slandering, lying, and misrepresenting you and what you stand for.
What the hell can we actually do about any of this?
Ragequit life? Not quite. Take a brief glance back in history for why you need a respite from the toils of cultural and political dogfighting. As Quintus Curtius – the resident scholar, historian and philosopher of the manosphere points out, sometimes all you need is a retreat to allow you to come back with new ideas for the battlefield.
“Sometimes being away from the fray and the fracases of life can allow us to compose our thoughts and regenerate our spirits. This has the effect of spurring the creative soul on to higher amplitudes of output. We forget just how distracting it is for the mind to be bombarded with invasive stimuli; and while periods of withdrawal from the fray should not be permanent, they can, in the right doses, provide just that right proportion of flint and steel to spark great works.”
Believe it or not, wisdom from the life of Machiavelli can be applied to this situation when he was forced to take a break from the politics of the day. That lesson can be examined at the link previously mentioned.
Besides plan, scheme, and demand answers; nothing in the immediate sense. Which of course represents a knee jerk reaction of feeling like you’ve accomplished no results because everything is measured in the short term – how we feel right now – instead of any kind of long term vision.
Let’s dip our heads into the sand for the moment. Take a step back. We know what’s going on – we just aren’t going to let it break us. Instead we will make love to our women, play with our kids, drink and be merry with our friends, and take those nature hikes. Twitter can wait. A more disturbing and terrible story about the madness of our college campuses will be there tomorrow.
You will survive.
Just make sure you give yourself the breathing room and cultural /social media detox withdrawal to allow yourself to thrive when the world is refusing to budge your way. Take a break, and then come back for another at-bat.