Learning the Hard Lessons About Sex and Porn

Regretfully for the last 10 years, I watched plenty of porn which aided in my frequent and fervent masturbation each day. It gave all sorts of bizarre inclination and fetishes. Porn showed me how the bodies banged, loud wails, and how many holes could be stuffed at the same time, but not much else.

Easy access on any device, a quick jerk and release, and I was back to my video games, reading, or anything else I felt like at that moment.  Time was being used efficiently.  After watching some gangbang for the zillionth time, I clearly knew more about getting laid. All was well.  Was I lacking anything?

What was lacking is that I still didn’t know how to approach, talk, or much less make the moves on girls so any of that glorious fun looking sex would come my way.  Touching and stroking would apparently moisten things up if I got to that part where my fingers and lips were welcomed, but I wasn’t sure about the rest.  We saw the penetration, but not how a guy actually got a girl to desire that with him.

Your wife is right there, but this video…

When I finally bust from my virgin cage and began to actually have sex with in-the-flesh girls, I ran into moments where I couldn’t get or stay hard.  Instead of being as ravenous and filled with testosterone like King Kong, I would suddenly be unable to perform – something devastating for both parties involved.  Imagine the excitement of knowing you were gonna get some and the confidence blow when you go limp.

What was happening?

A recent phenomena in secular and Christian circles encourages teenagers and college students to wait till their late 20s to 30s to get married.  One must wait till they are financially stable, out of debt, and raking in the big bucks after finally establishing their career – which will never happen for most of us until we hit our late 30s if we are lucky.

During that time you better abstain from the sex, avoid that porn, and stop thinking about how you really want to be enjoying all that meaningless sex your friends are having while you wear your own kind of chastity belt having kissed dating goodbye.  You avoid that porn as much as possible, but the addiction begins – one that’s affecting many Christian men (and women).  In fact something like a third of visitors to porn sites are now women.

I was a product of this – though my dad encouraged me to get married to alleviate my desires.  Of course, I was picky, selfish, immature, and irresponsible.  I wasn’t looking for a wife just yet, but a “best friend”  and someone who wanted to mate frequently.

Supplementing my technical “virginity” with porn, I held on to that sacred virginity as long as possible so I could claim some moral high-ground. Eventually I said to hell with it and went on my journey of debauchery. I didn’t reject my faith, but I certainly wasn’t going to go to church and bother with guilt.

Perhaps I was lucky to experience the “player burnout” rather quickly and realize that I wanted to find a wife with which to raise a family – and have plenty of sex with of course – and devote my time less to pursuit and more to worthwhile activities.

 

Game And Beyond

I had to learn game. Friends gave me advice.  The internet gave me stories.  Podcasts, videos, forum boards, and all those misogynist sexist bastards shared the details of what women wanted and turned them on, rather then what they said they wanted.

Embracing my inner confident asshole, I never looked back. My conquests came through, and my confidence rose to levels of those lucky nerds who gets the girl in those vapid and misleading movies. In my nerdy days, those romantic happy endings were in a galaxy far far away of which I lacked access

Those problems I mentioned earlier however didn’t evaporate.  Lurking like a nagging and unscabbed wound, they poked at me.

I recall Davis Aurini mentioned on a stream how men with girlfriends or wives would often jerk off to porn instead of having sex with them. Their natural attraction toward the feminine body which should have given them rock hard boners was being subdued and withered.

These words stuck me, because what he described was exactly what I was doing – even when I hit my “prime”.  I supplemented actual sex with porn, often preferring the porn to any “real” girl. It was easy, took less effort, and was warping my mind and ability to be aroused by a REAL woman.

Guaranteed release, no effort.

When I met my wife, we had intense sexual attraction. Our secretive and risky adventures to have sex would give way for daily and comfortable sweat sessions once we got married. This has never stopped – yes we still have sex every day.

What also never stopped until recently was me using porn on the side.  While me and my wife had watched some together to get ideas, I would often watch it when she wasn’t around.  During her back to back pregnancies, it made her feel worse and worse as her body confidence took massive hits due to the natural weight gain of pregnancy.

In fact, at points I couldn’t get hard without watching porn before I had sex with her. As you can imagine, it made her feel like crap.  Furthermore, I was often only able to oblige her to sex twice a day because my drive had decreased from jerking off to porn during the other parts of the day.

Yes, you did read that right. Sex only twice a day on average instead of more because my wife’s sex drive is that high.  That’s how much she is attracted to me, loves me, and wants me.  I was letting her down.  Her great body that should have been driving me crazy was being ignored for people who meant nothing to me on the web.

Porn even made me lazy.  I wouldn’t do any at home workouts and my “desk job” managed to pack on an additional 30 pounds making me officially overweight for my height.  Still through all of this, my wife strongly desires me.

I’m lucky gentleman.  Yea my game is good as are my looks, but how many men can say the same in a similar situation? My wife is just that loyal and into me.

I could have very well permanently sabotaged my relationship and marriage to get that momentary high from watching and jerking to porn.

My wife deserves more. She deserves all the sex she can get from me, regardless if I’m feeling horny or not.  Porn only lowered my libido. It’s a dangerous drug that’s hard to give up.  Even still, I sometimes feel permanently altered from its affect when me and my wife go at it.

It’s a lesson I will teach my two sons. I encourage all of you to do the same and be careful – even using it as a stimulus for you and your wives.  Avoid it.  Your wife or girlfriend has a body that you should ravish.  Study hers and do exactly that.

Sometimes the old wisdom from those prudish puritan conservatives and I daresay insane raving feminists who disprove of porn for opposite reasons can be correct.  Plenty of studies tell us about the ill effects of porn on men and even on women who have developed addictions.  You just don’t take those effects seriously until it happens to you.

Never Denounce Your Friends – Stand By Them

Friendship is like standing on wet cement. The longer you stay, the harder it’s to leave, and you can never go without leaving your footprints behind.” – Unknown

Beginning Your Quest

“Stand By Me” is what crosses my shitlord mind when I think about the ultimate meaning of the word “friend”.   Hopefully something of similar aspiration and brilliance crosses your mind as you agonize late into the night about your lack of instagram followers, likes, and retweets.

The 1986 classic is a tale of boys who bond while on the adventure of their lives – to find a dead body first. A dead body was the goal of their quest, but the story of their lives is related by how they got there.   Their story, retold by our venerable writer, is what we all desire deep down at our frothy cores.

Even more important, it makes their quest worthy of completion, instead of merely just beginning.  Think about the movie Sandlot and Scotty’s quest to make friends.  Their adventure expands and culminates in getting that baseball back.  Scotty didn’t know it yet, but the neighborhood kids became his family and the quest he began with became something grand – and a classic in American cinema.

Every man needs his quest. He might not know it yet, but ever man at his core has a quest in mind for his life.  Myth, legend, history, and memorable fiction is filed with the larger-than-life stories of Achilles, Caesar, Genghis, Harry Dresden, and Huck Finn for a reason.

Real friends” make that quest worth undertaking, as well as make the quest into what we never imagined. Experiences and encounters with friends shape the stories to be told to our grandchildren. Chunk was essential to the group in the Goonies just as Huck Finn was impossible without Tom Sawyer.

Tom and Huck

They also shape what our quests become and give you those “life is worth living” feelings that everyone want of us wants.   You may start off in the Shire, but the way to Mordor is packed with many different stops.

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Before I go any further, let me shout something at the rest of you, “STOP CARING WHAT OTHER PEOPLE WILL THINK!”   When you don’t shift with the wind and popular opinion and consensus to “fit in”, the friends you will attract will be a of a high caliber and more likely to be TRUE actual friends.

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Friends should be thicker than water. Crazy stunts on your bikes, nerding out laughing and gaming on xbox late into the night, and enjoying a pickup game of baseball created a bond that you didn’t easily forget.

I still haven’t forgotten me and my best friend Tim bingewatching anime late into the night while slamming mountain dew.  A decade later, we had switched to bud light.  Conversations late into the night about plans for the future were the norm.    (Think “Second-Hand Lions“)

Yea, I know, “Nerrrddssssss!”

Friendship was a bond between people that extended beyond the normal worries of life.  Bonds weren’t necessarily established because you both held up similar signs at a protest, but because  you had been through thick and thin together.

You legitimately had not just commonality, but a sense of enjoyment and purpose in the company of someone you considered a friend.   Speak friend, and enter.   (We all need our Sam, Frodo, and Gandalf in Moria.)

Unfriended

In these dark times, we force the term “friend” to also mean comrade, ally, etc.   Obviously, you can be a friend, but not necessarily an ally willing to hopscotch onto those landmines.  Well, this used to be the case.

That distinction matters because everyone assumes that you have the same exact views as your friend – or that you should. Become the hivemind.  You are identical symbiotic cells according to Facebook feeds.

The current political sphere entails that while you may be a gay Asian lesbian who voted Trump, you are still apparently a Nazi who hates humanity. You are either in the camp getting gassed, or you are the one’s laughing maniacally as you usher the Zyklon B into the shower vents.

Either a deplorable Nazi bastard, or a trans black disabled two-spirit.  This thinking has done wonders for those shallow people whose lives depend on political schadenfreude for purpose.

Believe it or not; Trump being the devil or the messiah, the ethics of trannies in the girls bathroom, and whether God exists are great conversations while in a drunken stupor that won’t be uploaded to Facebook.    When amongst friends, disagreement/agreement shouldn’t matter.

Why?

Agreement and disagreement aren’t what drives your friendship.  If they do, you have many like minded acquaintances, but likely no real friends who will stand by you.  A rather unsettling thought.   So what does a friend look like?

Do you know someone with  the history, proximity, life-goals, to some extent common-cause, and shared experiences/ stories that you want to tell your grandchildren?   How about that feeling of purpose, fulfillment, and sense of belonging?

Did you think to yourself, “I’d love to grow old with this guy?”  Were they always at your back in the thick of life with you? Did they stand by you in times of strife when everyone trashed you? Was there couch always available when you needed it and their ear open when life had you bent over?  If so,  that’s a real friend – and they don’t make em like they used to.

Friendly Heretics

Go back to the year 1000 and gaze upon a man who was excommunicated.  Modern self -loathing Christendom hate aside, the heretic was often avoided by the community and usually dead to his family.   At that time, it was essentially a death sentence.

Despite our scorn of those bigoted terrible Christians as we beat on our enlightened snobby chests about how awesome we are ,we’ve actually brought that same mentality back.  This time it only dooms you to bad jobs, little opportunity, and scorn from your elite educated betters who’ve studied long and hard for their liberal arts degree.

If you are one of the lucky converts, you’ll be seen as a sinner who needs an extended time of penance in the mines of ally activism to repent for your sins of privilege. You filthy white devil you.  Prostrate and repent – but make sure to donate.  Forgiveness isn’t cheap.

Huh?

What the hell happened?

The culture wars in their meme and social media glory have fooled people into a shallow sense of friendship.   Sure, you both may like Bernie Sanders, spam his memes on Faceberg,  support #BlackLivesMatter, and denounce bigotry in the movies, but will Joe have your back when push comes to shove?

Will they stand by you? Surely he knows you are a good person at heart, just misunderstood in the shouts for your burning at the stake – but will he voice it in fear for his own hide? You better damn hope so Solo.

The casualties of heresy aren’t necessarily just the one’s you see on the front page of Drudge, but on your social feed as they defriend and block all trespassers of wrongthink.  Surely they can’t be seen to have such deplorable friends. After all, what would people think?

Peer pressure makes for likes on Facebook, but will any of those people drive out of their way to pick you up in the middle of nowhere? Will your “friend” have time for you when you actually need it? True friends are indeed rare.

Will he denounce you to the other virtue signal despondent deviants desperate for Faecbook likes and acceptance because you didn’t support #BlackLivesMatter loud enough, check your privilege, or didn’t prostrate yourself low enough for that offensive joke?

Stand By Me

Rest assured that if I call you a  friend, I’ll always have your back when the storms rage.  It’s exactly why I’ll never denounce men like Forney, Roosh, Aurini, Quintus, etc no matter how many people recoil in horror because they deem their perspectives deplorable.  Guilt by association is nonsense and anyone who appeals to it should be disregarded.

Even more so for the close friends I’ve known for the better part of my life.  When told that it makes me look like I share their reprehensible heresies, my response is simple and emphatic:“I don’t care.”

Be honest with yourself; the shrieking wolves of Twitter will always assume that friendship equates to a cult like hive mind of absolute agreement. Their goal is isolation of their targets.  When they’ve finished, they will still come for you next.

Consider closely who you want to be in this short life. You are never guaranteed tomorrow.  Sure, plan for the future, but exactly what future?  In fact what would your friends and family say around your gravestone?  Deep down, we want a future filled with people, family, and FRIENDS, which make it worth living.

Even if I don’t agree with someone or their supposed racist, sexist, misogynist bigoted uttering – of which I am accused of frequently –  they are still my friend no matter what they have or will say.

That’s what true friends do. Your friendship transcends the frequent winds of “change” on the “right side of history.” The right damn side of history is by their side, and they by you.

History won’t fondly remember the con artists who appeal to the moral authority of the majority to scold those who aren’t on the “right side of history” – if it remembers them at all.  Face it, history won’t remember virtually any of us, but good friends make our short lives worth getting up in the morning to go to that job we hate to feed our families.

My best friend may be very liberal, but he’s welcome in my home at any point, and I in his. The trust we’ve built over the last 20 years can’t be shaken.  Our kids will play together, and our wives worthy of defending regardless the reason.

A word of warning to those who think long-term friends can be replaced:  Those who throw their friends away – especially over politics – will be treated with contempt by their newfound like-minded revolutionary comrades, because none of us at heart will ever be truly radical enough.

“Betrayal” no matter how you want to dress it up is not invisible to new bedfellows.   Trust will never be built, and thus loyalty will never follow, as they assume you will do the same to them at some point.  So goes the common cause.

No matter how much faithful zeal you may have for social justice you will tire, even just slightly of being beaten for your privilege while living paycheck to paycheck – cis straight white males in particular.   It is then you will be chastised and exorcised for your lack of allyship.

Meanwhile your best hope is that the friends and family you shunned know well the parable of the prodigal son. You will know them to be true friends and family when they welcome you back with open arms and no demands to get on your knees and beg for sweet forgiveness.

That is what marks a true friend. Value them above all else.

The Day I Realized My “Fight Or Flight” Instincts Were Lacking

A few weeks back, I attended the rather family friendly music and entertainment fest known as “Summerfest” in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.   Me, my best friend Tim, and one of our other friends Bill all drove up together to “enjoy” the fest and the insane price of beer which averages 8$ for a splendid cup of piss-water domestics such as Miller Lite.  We had several hours to kill before we would see “A Day To Remember” and “Linkin Park”

Before A Day To Remember started, a rather terrible band by the name of “PLP MVR” began to play – my guess is that they won a contest to open up for what was rather a large crowd in the Marcus Amphitheater on the summerfest grounds.

Me, Tim, Bill and several other people all joined in making pointed jabs at how bad the band was.  I overheard one guy near us remark, “This is like a bad trip from shrooms without the shrooms.”  He was of course quite correct.   The band was literally dressed up in costumes that resembled “furries” and the drummer looked like Barf from Mel Brooks classic parody, “Spaceballs.”

This band opened and it was terrible.

Posted by Lucas Temple on Saturday, July 25, 2015

To say the band was out of place in light of the aggressive music that the crowd was there for – A Day To Remember has screaming, breakdowns, ect in their music – is an understatement.

Chester from Linkin Park can still scream quite well.This was from summerfest when me, Bill Punman, and Tim Sheridan saw them

Posted by Lucas Temple on Thursday, July 23, 2015

Now this is necessary to disclose:  if I’m honest, I have a loud mouth, am outspoken, and sarcastic.

No, this isn’t a bad thing, and I fully embrace this part of my personality and utilize it – it gets me laid. Unbeknownst to me, a large and fat tall man about two benches down was fuming and I didn’t see the steam pouring from his ears.

Instantly a giant of a man – about 6.2 or 6.3 was out of his seat in what seemed to be slow motion and suddenly was winding up his fist to take a swing in my direction. My best friend Tim managed to put himself in between the beast – who was at least two times my size – and myself.   I’m lucky, because I frozen.  No warning, nothing.  He hadn’t said anything to me or Tim and Bill, so there had been no indication that he was angry.

I froze like a piece of ice in -30 degree weather.

I would have taken several punches before my instincts of getting away would have kicked in.  (More on that later. It was then and there, I decided I was going to have to de-escalate the situation and it meant that I was going to have to essentially beg for mercy. I did.

“I’m sorry man, you’re right, you are right!!!

“You are Right!”

I pumped this phrase out multiple times in under a minute and it seemed to get him to back down after the first initial, “You little punk ass bitch.”   (Note that’s all I remember of the insults he managed to spew. That and something about beating my ass.)  Somehow, I was consciously aware that I didn’t want my best friend taking punches to the face for me, nor for our other friend Bill right besides me to have the same happen to him.

Note, this is basic placation on my part and you’d be surprised how many people’s ego you can stroke and in the meantime the bombs you can defuse by uttering the phrase, “You are right”.     On some sub-conscious level, hearing that from a perceived opponent makes us feel victorious.

If you don’t already know, I’m one of those “lover not a fighter” types.  Also, remember, this guy is at least twice my size.

Yea, he's alot bigger then me.
Yea, he’s alot bigger then me.

When situations have gotten “dangerous”, I’ve always been able to evade possible brutes by the fact that I’m simply much faster, nimbler,  quicker, and in better shape in my 5 foot 7 body. Luckily, I have more aggressive physical friends who are willing to get in trouble with the law to fight off guys they consider to be picking on me;  someone who is usually “not my size.”    Note, those specific friends WERE NOT THERE.

My pride was somewhat thrashed, but my face was intact. That’s actually a big deal, because my face is my moneymaker and what has allowed me to land girls with my game still needing plenty of work.

Minutes later, the thought continued to roar through my head…

Why didn’t I quickly bounce off my seat and dart away?

I’m fast, quick, and agile. I pride myself on it.

Why I had been frozen stiff like a piece of cardboard?

The amphitheater benches around us had plenty of room for me to jump off my seat and simply jump step from one bench to another and eventually down to security in the lower deck area and the various police on duty for the event.

Now in my defense, I really wanted to see both of these bands – specifically Linkin Park who I had never experienced live.  I didn’t want to take a chance in us getting kicked out and I prefer to avoid contact with the police whenever possible.  (Insert my half middle-eastern identity politics card right here.)  I now believe I showed the proper discretion in apologizing profusely and preventing an actual all out brawl between this guy and the three of us.

Chances are, we would have all been kicked out and it would have been my fault considering it was my loud mouth that essentially kickstarted the entire debacle.   The price of the tickets, gas, ect would not have been the only issue, but taking off work, and finding another time and date the bands were coming through would have caused me to hurt the night my friends had anxiously anticipated for weeks now..

Later the next day, I mentioned this experience to Tim’s cousin Justin who is also both of our best friends; the three of us are like brothers.  (All three of us have known each other for over 15 years as well as having lived together.)

(1) Justin mentioned that he can remember at least one time, I essentially dissed some girl – easier to do then you realize – in a bar and two of her male friends were about to white knight and beat the shit out of me.  Again, luckily for me Justin and two of his more physical friends were there who have a reputation in the town and those two white knights backed down.  (2) In fact,  I can recall another time where a friend of mine mentioned that my loud mouth at a bar was attracting the attention of at least one guy who looked like he wanted to fight me.  He pointed this out later that night, and I was again completely oblivious to it.

Confession: I haven’t been in a physical fight since first grade.  I was THAT sheltered.  Or if you look at court costs, tickets, and fines these days perhaps I was that wise and mature.  Either way, I don’t know how to defend myself besides “legging” it.

Lacking “Flight or Fight” Instincts

This all caused me to realize I have a glaring deficiency; I dont have strong instincts.   I didn’t see that guy coming at all, nor was I aware of the white knights who were looking to beat my ass.

What happens if my friends aren’t there one of these times?  I’m a rather outspoken person when conversations occur, and at some point, it will land me in trouble, because I won’t back down from what I say, I’ll just hightail it away.  Now, while I’ve shot some firearms and I fervently watch the UFC, I have no real idea how to throw a proper punch or how to defend myself, so I count on my quickness and speed to get myself out of dangerous situations.   In this case none of that matter; I was essentially blindsided and oblivious to him until his fist was raised and I noticed Tim was in front of me.  I was frozen stiff and only was then suddenly registering what was about to happen. .

What use is my speed and quickness to avoid punches if I wasn’t able to see them coming?  Take note that the guy was (1) two benches down from me  (2) had to climb up towards me (3) at his easily bulging 350+ pounds he was probably much slower then me considering just how obese he was.

It took this experience to show me this and it’s one I won’t forget anytime soon.  Any man should know how to defend himself and have the instincts to do it – especially considering that I want a wife and kids – so I better know and be able to protect them.

So how do I develop these instincts?

There really aren’t alot of good answers out there and I wasn’t able to find much in the manosphere either – with the exception of “The Warrior Gene – Is Alpha Genetic?” via TheRationalMale – so I’m not entirely sure.  Mike Cernovich at Danger & Play however has an insightful series about, How Survive A Street Fight Part 1 and  Part 2 if I ever found myself in a fight.

A quick google search with “Fight or Flight Instinct” and a mixture of other search terms gave me helpful hits like this that are about stress, rather then actual physical altercations. (1), “What Women Can Teach You About Real Strength” and the subtitle was, “Play Down the Fight-or-Flight Instinct”.  (2) “”Fight Or Flight ” Theory Debunked: Stress Makes Men More Sociable and Cooperative”.   Yes, you read that right.  (3)  They tried and failed at answering this over at the GoodMangina project, “In the Face of Stress, Do Men Always “Fight or Flight”?

As one astute commenter pointed out, “Isn’t fight-or-flight the accepted response to danger to one’s physical wellbeing? In the case of being surprised by a angry boar or a potential mugger, I’m not sure “tend-or-befriend” are a valid fundamental dichotomy.”   I faced a walking fat bear, and I was definitely surprised.

(4) Pyschology Today suggested in “Is Our Survival Instinct Failing Us?” that the instinct doesn’t even work well in modern warfare and again dealt with “stress.” (5)  Calm Clinic again addressed stress, but emphasized exercise as a way to cope with anxiety.   It did however bring up the point that we face a “lack of dangers”, which perhaps suggest that this is an issue of training.

Quintus Curtius in his masterful book,  Thirty Seven: Essays On Life, Wisdom, And Masculinity”,  addresses the idea of training and education for young men in chapter seven of the book by drawing on Italian humanist and literal Renaissance man, Pier Paolo Vergerio, for inspiration.   Quintus sums up Vergerio’s points regarding the issue of training and education with 27 points, three of which are pertinent to what happened to me.

11. The finest studies for leadership are those based on arms (military) and letters (history, philosophy, languages, and rhetoric). Everyone wants to be learned in old age, but to achieve this one must start early and exert “zealous effort.” Being learned in letters and arms will provide a remedy against “sloth” and solace in the face of worry and stress.

16. The training of the body is of paramount importance. It should be conditioned from a young age for rigorous service, military ability, and endurance. Young men should be hardened from a young age to endure pain and discomfort of all sorts , so that they are not broken by the strains of life and struggle. They should also be taught to “dare great things.” The Cretans and Spartans valued hunting, running, wrestling, and jumping, and sought ways to train themselves to endure hunger, thirst, cold, and heat. Luxuries weaken the mind and body.

19. Since battle tactics are constantly changing, a forward thinking youth will attempt to master the martial arts and self-defense arts of his day. This should include mastery of weaponry, personal combat skills , horsemanship, and movement over rugged terrain carrying heavy loads or equipment. There are many different kinds of combat. “For things are done one way in a melee; another when the decision rests on a battle formation; another when there is an infantry charge, and another when combat takes the form of a duel.”

Unfortunately, I was never taught martial arts, tactics, or any training of the body.  I won’t make the same mistake with my kids however.

A Disturbing Social Justice Narrative In Psychopolitics

Another day, another stumble upon a new educational “field” that most of us don’t want to pay 40,000$ to impress our family with.    Today’s discovery is that of an older post concerning that social justice culture blog, Vox Populi and “psychopolitics”.  (No not Vox Day’s Vox Popol)   It starts off rather innocently and ends in an interesting and unintended rabbit hole

In particular the about me “resume” of one of the co-founders, Nisha Gupta, is probably one of the most ironic I’ve ever seen.

 

wWow
Irony doesn’t get much better than this.

Catch that?

“She explores the use of art and social media as interventions to foster societal empathy and bridge differences.”

I’m almost flabbergasted in this could be mistaken for veiled sarcasm, but assuming she isn’t a usurper troll of vast privilege,  this is again some rather real irony.

Since when has social media ever been used as a means to foster social empathy on targeted heretics? Memories Pizza anyone? Donglegate?  The call-out culture social justice warriors use doesn’t bridge differences, it exacerbates them.  It eliminates the “civilians” and turns everyone into front-line soldiers that are essentially cannon fodder with no training.   They never expect the war, but it doesn’t stop their lives from being turned into WW1 no-man land’s shell shocked moonscapes.

Maybe I’m reading into this, but “interventions” on social media are more like inquisition racks.  Someone is called out, and everyone shames them for at least a 48 hour period.   Perhaps, that is the entire point.   Now the interventions she desires are far more devious in nature and not just limited to those on social media.   To understand this, you have to enter the underground manifesto like world of “Psychopolitics.”

What In The Hell Is Pyschopolitics?

“Psychopolitics is an apt description for “Clinical Psychology” that deals with the impact of social justice in that it’s often rather psycho in the treatment of the supposed bad privileged people perpetuating those worldwide social injustices.

I didn’t exaggerate the psycho nature of “psychopolitics.”

Most of us who live and interact in the non safe-space real world probably have never of this term.  I sure as hell hadn’t.   A necessary google search turned up a rather nasty and blunt summary of “Psychopolitics.” on the first page.

Wow.  Soviet Style Brainwashing
Wow. Soviet Style Brainwashing

“Asserting and maintaining dominion over the thoughts and loyalties of individuals, officers, bureaus, and masses…”

Well, at least it’s honest.

Here’s a fun summary from Pyschopolitics on the subject with the same name, of which is some kind of communist manual on conquering populations.

“A psycho politician must work hard to produce the maximum chaos in the fields of “mental healing.” He must recruit and use all the agencies and facilities of “mental healing.” He must labor to increase the personnel and facilities of “mental healing” until at last the entire field of mental science is entirely dominated by Communist principles and desires.”

Substitute “communist” for Social Justice Warrior, even though alot of SJWs would embrace the principles of communism if not the label outright.    Mental healing can be substituted for fostering social empathy.  Try doing some more substitutions below:

“A psychopolitician must work hard to produce the maximum chaos in the fields of ‘mental healing.’ He must recruit and use all the agencies and facilities of ‘mental healing.’ He must labor to increase the personnel and facilities of ‘mental healing’ until at last the entire field of mental science is entirely dominated by Communist principles and desires.

To achieve these goals the psychopolitician must crush every ‘home-grown’ variety of mental healing in America. Actual teachings of James, Eddy and Pentecostal Bible faith healers amongst your mis-guided people must be swept aside. They must be discredited, defamed, arrested, stamped upon even by their own government until there is no credit in them and only Communist-oriented ‘healing’ remains. You must work until every teacher of psychology unknowingly or knowingly teaches only Communist doctrine under the guise of ‘psychology.’ You must labor until every doctor and psychiatrist is either a psycho-politician or an unwitting assistant to our aims.”

More astute googling turns up statements by Isaac Prilleltensky who is said to have coined the related term of “Psychopolitical validity”.

“The interdisciplinary nature of psychopolitical validity lends itself to empowerment studies and social change [7] and could potentially be a useful construct in other critical disciplines within the academy. Prilleltensky and Fox suggest that psychopolitical validity should be institutionalized as a method of preventing wellness and justice from being discussed in isolation. This type of validity brings the two concepts together and politicizes the concept of wellness promotion.”

Anyone else seeing that mutual connection or should I say synonym-like exchange between “mental healing” and “wellness promotion?” But why focus on the mental wellness fields for interdisciplinary reasons?

The definition which I assume comes from Prilleltensky  is rather telling:

“Psychopolitical validity refers to the extent to which studies and interventions in the community integrate (a) knowledge with respect to multidisciplinary and multilevel sources, experiences, and consequences of oppression, and (b) effective strategies for promoting psychological and political liberation in the personal, relational, and collective domains…”

Liberation. 

Yes, Liberation. 

The use of this word and what it means to Social Justice advocates is telling.  It’s just yet another example of how important the war over words in our culture and the connotation of who uses them is so important.

That cushy and noble concept of “liberation” in social justice speak is yet another code for the chaos and resulting domination mentioned from the Pyschopolitics website.   By liberating the “mental health” and wellness fields, they seek to destroy it and then rebuild it in their own god-like image with their own definitions, experts, and influence . Note, this is the exact same thing that’s happened to much of higher academia since the last 1840s and Horace Mann and John Dewey didn’t even try to hide the social conditioning element to the education they had planned for the country’s malleable youth.

A rise in what psychologists could consider “disorders” these days might be more political in nature then we realize.   If you are deemed to have any kind of mental disorder – a list that is expanding exponentially every year – there are alot of fields, jobs, and other lifestyle choices you would be excluded from as well as numerous amounts of medication you would constantly need to swallow.

You of course can’t run for political office because you aren’t mentally “well” in the social justice definition of psychology.   For one, you most certainly can’t own a firearm.  (In fact, in states where I live like Illinois, just 1 out of 10 doctors declaring you mentally unstable or “mentally retarded” is enough to ensure that you can never legally own a firearm.) You also might be excluded from certain public places, buildings, and jobs because of the “risk” you might present.

Any dissenting opinions could be considered a disorder of some kind and those of course are expensive and MUST be treated.   The pills, clinics, therapy, and health services would ensure financial profitability.  On the trendy side, at least the new normal will be to not be normal – which would include a large segment of the population.

If you think about about it, this is exactly what social justice advocates are trying to in every sphere of life today.  Diversity of opinion isn’t for those who have “privilege” and individuals who step out of line and they would need to be subjected to accepted thoughtspeak and wellness promotion to get them back to mental health.

A New Impending Attack

Look at who controls much of mental health institutions and it probably only a matter of time before the concept of “mental healing” takes on a very ideological underside.  Maria Konnikova made the case about how dominant those of liberal persuasion have become in the higher academia departments of Psychology  point in her article, “Is Social Psychology Biased Against Republicans?”  for TheNewYorker They of course hold that field of “study” with an iron fist.   (Again an example that absolute power corrupts absolutely.)

One paper I came across by Kathy A. Gainor entitled “Social Justice: The Moral Imperative of Vocational Psychology” expands on this goal.  The Association for Psychological Science is even more direct when it comes to intertwining into educational curriculum and courses, “Putting Social Justice into Practice in Psychology Courses.”  Here’s just a tidbit as to what putting social justice into their courses means to them:

Explain to students that psychology is not always value free. Modern psychology is often framed as a science that uses empirical methods to advance knowledge about the mind, the brain, and behavior in an objective manner. However, students also should understand that psychologists’ worldviews shape the questions we pose in research, the strategies we use to answer those questions, and how we understand phenomena.

For example, most psychological research uses quantitative methods. Students learn to conduct quantitative studies in research methods courses; instructors most often rely on quantitative findings to inform their lectures. Psychology instructors can teach about qualitative research that models greater power-sharing between researchers and participants through its open-ended questioning and community immersion (Kidder & Fine, 1997). Moreover, qualitative research can advance social justice by amplifying the voices of research participants, particularly people who have been mischaracterized by psychology and broader society, such as women, people of color, and sexual minorities.”

 

Whenever SJWs talk about “amplifying” marginalized voices, they really mean is that you would give far more emphasis, validity, and credibility to those specific voices and the research they produce – often of very dubious scientific nature.   Alot of the early “privilege” theory comes from what is known as “Standpoint Theory” along with “Muted-Group Theory” which is basically the idea that because marginalized minority voices haven’t gotten enough voice in history – a mistaken and false conclusion – researchers, teachers, and society overall must give much more attention to said voices then any other ones.  Essentially, those minority marginalized voices must be given 70% or more of the attention and the scraps will be distributed among the rest until society is “balanced”    Note, no SJW knows or has even formulated a position as to when that actually will occur so luckily for them, that horse can always be beaten for eternity.

Prepare yourself.

 

Irony In Death: The Tale Of Amalaric

A few of us have heard of the mighty Alaric the Goth – more so if you’ve played Age Of Empires or Civilization – a proud proponent of the Christian heresy of the time  known as Arianism.    No, it has nothing to do with Aryans, Hitler, Nazis, ect.    It’s founder, Arius, denied the doctrine of the Trinity as well as some other ideas which today are strangely emanated by Jehovah’s Witnesses.   Apparently some ideas can stand the test of time.

Arius would die almost a SouthPark like death.  The last bowel movement he passed, resulted in quite a few organs coming out with it – including parts of his liver and organs.  His detractors would look upon his death as divine vengeance.   (Arius was also known as a rather dangerous schemer in how he acquired power)

Gaul – today known as north and eastern Spain – would be “conquered” and settled by the Goths after the fall of Rome.

 

Amalaric
Amalaric

Amalaric was the son of of the mighty Alaric II and would be the first Visgothic King to establish his court in Spain in the city of Seville.   Arguably, he is the first Gothic Spaniard, though the term “Spaniard” wouldn’t be really utilized for at least a few centuries.   He would continue in the Arianism of his forefathers and fellow Goths.   Amalaric however, would differ in his rule – apparently acquired through dubious means.

What made Amalaric unique as a ruler was that he revered the Sabbath, so much so that he refused to engage in battle or conduct war.  He would insist that his soldiers remain in prayer throughout the day with him.    His enemies however would not do the same.   He would be defeated in battle by the Franks and flee to Barcelona.

In the recesses of his palace, an assassin would strike him.  It would be an act of betrayal, committed by one of his own men.  He would die, but not before he gave a startling order – if the story about his death is to be believed.

Amalaric before passing away , he would insist that his murderer go unpunished and remain free and unhindered.  Well, so much for the curse with the last breath of the enemy who struck you down.

 

Why?

What would cause him to show this kind of forgiveness?

 
Amalaric would see it as justice from the hand of heaven.  He believed that heaven was in fact chastising him for the same exact crim he himself had apparently committed many years before in order to attain power.    I suppose, that’s one way to look at death.

It’s a fascinating way to take responsibility for a death inflicted on you by those who’ve betrayed you, but marks a stark difference in today’s culture – in which nothing is your fault, but everyone elses – where such a thing would be unheard of.

(His legacy would include an early example of religious tolerance by avoiding undue partiality for his own Arianism and treating the Orthodox like he did his fellow Arian brothers. )
This story is partially plagiarized from The Historians Of The World. vol X – Spain and Portugal.   Copyright Henry Williams – 1904, 1907

No Good Deed Goes Unpunished – Opinionated Man

The Beauty of An Actual Diverse Community

Opinionated Man a.k.a. Jason Cushman over at HarshReality is what one could consider a powerblogger of sorts – whatever that term even means anymore.   He actually may be addicted to blogging to the annoyance of his wife.   Over time, he has used his site to promote other WordPress bloggers as well as to promote community interaction between all of us.

In particular, his WordPress Meet & Greet threads for bloggers have been fantastic and he has featured a weekly number of “Guest Posts” written by just about anybody who has come across his site – usually commentors and people who frequent the site.

I’ve written a few guest posts and enjoyed how it let me reach a wider audience with thoughts – I’m sure other guest posters have had the same feeling.    What I now realize is just how invaluable these guests posts are.  Jason isn’t a particularly political, controversial, or culture war type of blogger – though he’s written a few controversial posts.

This has attracted a community that is actually “diverse” and not in the artificial corporate  and blogosphere buzzword sense.   Your thoughts, posts, and ideas will actually be either critiqued, analyzed, and discussed by a group of people with all sorts of opinions.

Think about how significant and rare that it is.

Most blogging communities are echo-chambers in and of to themselves.  Dissenting commentors are labeled trolls and anyone who critiques the groupthink just a bit too much is ousted.  Actual dialogue is usually impossible because of the way dissenting opinions and the people who express them handle the internet.

This results in “safe-spaces” that are subconsciously and indirectly created – often through disabling comments all together or moderating them to an extreme fashion that the only people who frequent are the one’s who agree with essentially everything that is said.

These communities then usually rehash the same sort of crap.  Once in a while, they say something crazy enough to go viral to get page-clicks, and then go back to the intellectual and conversation deprived vacuum.    HarshReality’s community allowed you to actually talk with people outside of the usual echo-chambers and that is becoming harder and harder every day.

Places Where The Best Conversations Occur...
Places Where The Best Conversations Occur…

Something I noticed a few months back was that most of the conversations that took place – even where there was noticeable disagreements – were very amiable.  Jason isn’t big on censorship and comment moderation – so that makes the level of cordial discussion that too place even more surprising.

We may be about to miss that.

Well, Jason’s good deed of promoting and enabling a community was taken advantage of – possibly by a detractor – though we may never know.  Someone used his “Guest Post” feature to post “stolen” material.  I’m still not sure if it was copyrighted or not, but it did get attention and a warning from WordPress:

“Hello,

As the individual who agreed to the Terms of Service contract when activating WordAds, you are responsible for all content posted on your blog and subsequent Terms of Service violations.

It is far more than just those three. From the notes left by the investigators, I’d say probably the entire Guest Blogger Posts category is suspect.

The investigators re-evaluate rejected applications monthly. If they find absolutely no copied content after a much more thorough re-evaluation, they may re-approve your application. If they find even more copied content, they will likely permanently ban your application.

Regards,

James

Now Jason’s  guest post system worked pretty well.   Bloggers who wanted to create a guest post would email him, he would briefly check it, and then post it later in the day.   Pretty simple and effective.

Perhaps maybe too simple, but time constraints are a thing and Jason often posted things by his phone and WP’s format isn’t exactly the greatest via cell phone.  For now, these are Jason’s parting words:

“I talk to everyone via email before they guest blog. I am not sure how what happened, happened… but either way it did. I got played.

My wife wants me to stop blogging. I have considered it. I don’t make a lot of money at my normal 40 hour job and blogging was my release… and possibly a way to chase a dream. Perhaps writing will need to take a rain check for now.

Be careful out there. HarsH ReaLiTy will be closed for a bit. Enjoy the articles, that were ALL written by me, and the free promotional posts.

Jason C. Cushman

-Opinionated Man”

If Jason does leave us, who will pick up his mantle? I don’t have alot of hope, but you never know.  One thing is for sure – they can’t be a control freak on a power trip – which limits our options on the internet severely.

A Glossary For Social Justice Warrior Speak

Milo Yiannopoulos over at the extremely biased right wing outlet Breitbart has come up with a very good Lexicon that translates what social justice warriors and a very prominent breed of progressives mean when they throw out concepts like, “harassment”, “safe-space,” ect.

A Guide For The Privileged Oppresor
A Guide For The Privileged Oppresor

Also included are translations from commentors after many late night secessions spent studying ancient progressive cuneiform and pictographs.  Their work is now published for the benefit of your education as you interact with SJWs online in your quest to better understand how you are a terrible privileged person deserving death or at least a stint in a gender studies re-education program.

From A- Z , enjoy you, “phallocentric, dogmatic, misogynistic, homophobic, anti-LBGT bastard(s).”

Ableism – The unfortunate biological reality that some people are bigger and stronger than others.

Abuse – Tweets.

Ageism – The internalised misogyny of Mother Nature.

Ally –White slave.

Capitalism Something I hate but allows me to live my privileged lifestyle.

Consent – How many times should I have to explain this to you it’s simple here is my latest 9 part essay on consent.

Criminal – Straight white male.

Critical theory –Horseshit

Death threats – Mean tweets.

Debunked“We will not accept this as an argument and will not cite any sources to any sort of debunking. This is the word we use to hand-wave your claims away”

Dogpiling – More than one person disagreeing with me on Twitter.

Dominant culture –The stuff people actually like. Not to be confused with taxpayer-funded lesbian performance art, which would surely break all Box Office records if only more people got to see it

Equality – Used to mean giving everyone a fair chance; now means enforcing 50-50 quotas in jobs women don’t want to do in order to punish men for being good at maths and physics

Evidence  Is considered harassment and you are therefore blocked.

Feminism –Misandry masquerading as a fight against oppression and prejudice on the basis of sex; what unattractive men and women do to get attention

Freedom/Liberty – The freedom for me not to have to pay for my own birth control.

Gender – A word the general public doesn’t really understand. Used to defend feminists who prefer shot-putting to ballroom dancing and to pretend that this is normal and that they have every chance of some day finding a boyfriend

Genital mutilation – Disgusting crime, they should be sent to prison  chad was circumcised and it looked nice so why aren’t you, don’t you love me?

Glass ceiling – My career isn’t doing as well as I think it should be, because I’m an insufferable, hateful, jealous bore, and I am looking for someone to blame

Harmful “Might cause people to disagree with The Narrative”

Intersectionality – A debate strategy: when you’re losing an argument about feminism, call your opponent racist or, even more damningly, capitalist.

Heterosexism –The awkward reality that most people aren’t gay. Can be remedied with the proper social conditioning.

Known – Has been repeated in SJW circles enough for us to recognize it as fact, lack of evidence be damned.

LGBT – Gays and lezzers

LGBTIQQAA – Ugh, even we have no idea.

Male Gaze  Men not being blind makes me angry.

Male Power Fantasy  Way to disprove arguments that disprove my arguments.

Manslamming – I launched myself at an unsuspecting member of the public while yelling “SEE, PATRIARCHY!” and sadly he didn’t have time to dodge out of the way so we both went down

Mansplaining –See ‘misogyny’

Manspreading –What about my fucking handbag?

Marginalized – A writer insufficiently talented to attract attention on his or her own merits, forced to resort to identity politics

Microaggressions – Imaginary slights, to be conjured in the absence of genuine grievance

Misogyny – I am woman who got beaten by a man in an argument and I’m pissed

MRA – Man who is beating me in an argument and who I don’t like. 

Oppression – I failed the interview

Patriarchy – A word to use when you don’t get your own way, however unreasonable your statements or demands. See also: “Waaaaaaaaaah!”, “IT’S NOT FAIR!”, “Dad, I hate you!”

Patreon – A monthly donation website; the internet equivalent of a begging bowl in the subway. Best utilised after an extensive press tour in which you complain about “threats” and “abuse” (q.v.) following your vital work (blog posts whining about structural heteropatriarchal capitalist oppression), whether or not you are able to provide evidence of said threats. (Journalists won’t care either way.) Gullible halfwits and men desperate for sex will donate money to you to prove they’re “not all like that” and in the hope of a hand job

Persecution – Someone commented on my blog post

Police report – What to say when you’re losing an argument to scare an interlocutor into silence

Positive discrimination – A form of discrimination only acceptable to be practiced by non white male people in order to enable privileges for mediocre, uninteresting and unsuccessful people.

Prejudice – Some people have opinions that aren’t ours. These can be stamped out or silenced with enough grievance-mongering and intimidation on Twitter

Privilege – What white middle-class feminists have and their victims don’t

Problematic – I can probably spin a blog post out of this

Rape culture – Does not exist

Rape – Sexual intercourse without prior written permission or things I don’t really like.

Rape threats –Very mean tweets

Safe space – A blog with the comments turned off

Sealioning – Someone asking me a question I don’t have an answer for or when someone dares to ask a question and fails to “Listen And Believe” 

Sex – Best avoided

Sexual Assault – Eye contact without consent.

Silenced – A feminist who has been disagreed with who is currently arranging television and radio interviews

Social justice – Bullying

State Education – Government sponsored social Marxist brainwashing to generate compliant and passive taxpayers.

System of oppression – More than one person disagreed with me on the internet.

Transgender – A psychiatric disorder reimagined as a “civil rights issue” because we’ve literally run out of things to complain about.

Transphobia – When men refuse to castrate themselves and when one is disagreeing on anything with a trans person.

Triggered – How college students avoid homework

Victim – Apparently a helpless  woman who enjoys being shagged while she is drunk and can’t think for herself. 

Victim Blaming – When shitlords ask me to cover up my tits when I’m trying to protest in a cathedral.

Violence – Things I don’t like. 

Wage gap – A useful bit of mythology, to be repeated at all times so no one notices that actually women under 30 earn more than men for the same work

“____-shaming” – Used to deflect any sort of criticism over taking responsibility for one’s actions.

 

 Concerning Milo, he is worthy of high praise for this list.

“He’s the Alexander the Great of the anti-sjw movement and I salute him as a fine leader indeed.”

P.S. – Comments? Questions? Suggestions? Deaththreats?
Anything to add to this and/or change?

#RaceTogether And Have Your Reputation Destroyed

Prepare Your Smartphones For War

#RaceTogether is a minefield filled with short-tempered caffeine deprived customers who consider the concept of patience to be hate-speech rather then a virtue.   Then throw in some barbed wired and machine gun nests known as the smart-phone.

Every one has a smart phone these days that can record any conversation – a blessing and a curse.   It’s a foregone conclusion that any actual honest dialogue can take place between groups of extremely racially sensitive people.   Your words are a tweet away from being broadcast to the dark corners of tumblr dwelling other-kins and SJWs who haven’t forget that people with dissenting opinions are actual humans.   Davis Aurini makes a good point about this:

That is just the obvious hindrance.  The actual primary problem is that people view this entire idea as less of a conversation and more of a, “I’m mad at your kind of people for these reasons,” lecture.   Actual dialogue on a subject so controversial can’t take place in any public setting as you could lose your job.

In fact, it doesn’t actually matter if you are what society considers to be a “racist” or any one of the “ists” these days.   Once accused in the public eye – or rather the social media feed – you are guilty until proven innocent which means you are forever guilty on a basic Google search.

Caffeine Deprived Intruders Are On Their Way.
Caffeine Deprived Intruders Are On Their Way.

The Poor Baristas…

Let’s think about the Baristas for just a second.  Not only does #RaceTogether fulfill that old joke about SJWs at liberal arts colleges becoming Baristas, it adds a particular new explosive compound for angry uptight customers to get free beverages and add further misery to the idea of “customer service.”

Perhaps Schultz has been preparing his guinea pigs for these kinds of experiments all along and actually intends to scare off some of his already well-off liberal white types who spend 3k+ on Starbucks a year.  After all, how many flak barrages intended to induce white self-loathing can these types endure?

Schultz’s idea will create friendly fire situations and the casualties will be his own fellow ideologues.   Think about it, how many of the intended targets – backwater redneck conservative stereotypes – actually frequent Starbucks who aren’t actively boycotting it?  That was a rhetorical question.

Despite the backlash and drubbing coming from various sides of the spectrum , some of the mainstream media consider this a great idea. Time Magazine actually proclaimed #RaceTogether as a “brilliant” and “bold move” rather then a kamikaze mission in which allies will have their eco friendly cars sunk.   No, this doesn’t make me happy, it makes me sad.

What about the dialogue?

An honest conversation about race will only occur (1) between friends & family with liquor involved and the smartphones put away and (2) when people stop seeing every last damn thing through a racial lens – namely SJWs and many on the left who base their entire identity off race rather then the actual person.

Remember, vast generalizations and labels of people based on their race, ethnicity, and gender are perfectly acceptable as long as it’s the right people.    Being judged based on who you are is just too tiresome and isn’t convenient for being a part of the continual victim club.

“Mantouching” is the Newest Feminist Cultural Scalp

The Daily Dot and the rest of the feminist sympathetic internet sphere  – emphasis on Salon – came out with fists clenched with yet another cultural scalp; “mantouching”.     This accursed and wretched action has most recently been noticed at the pinnacle of the political  liberal and hollywood elite – Joe Biden and John Travolta.

At the Oscars – a presentation of rich people giving awards to each other – Travolta mustered up all of Saturday Night Fever self and touched the face of Idina Menzel.  Nico Lang, the author of the piece described this travesty in a very visual way,”felt up”.     Human faces are getting closer and closer to becoming interchangeable with our private areas.  No, I don’t think hes trolling.

Are you ready for mantouching?
Are you ready for mantouching?

Before I go any further – remember that Nico Lang is a cis-white homosexual male which immediately means that he is guilty of “gay misogyny” and white cis privledge.  Everything he says that involves women should be assumed to be an act of atrocious mansplaining with deliberate Patriarchal menace. 

Let’s call a spade a spade.  This majestic article is meant to make men mad and to coddle the heartstrings of the usual rad-feminist choir.

At this point, I don’t know how many more sharks this “4th wave” feminism can jump.  Perhaps a few more. Nico – that cis white male full of privilege -begins to enlighten us with a context involving “manspreading” and it being a means of male dominance and a “performance of masculinity”

“Mantouching operates in a similar way. It’s an assertion of one’s masculinity, at the expense of the personal comfort of those around you. When a man touches a woman without asking, he’s doing so because he feels entitled to access to her body. For him, it might feel like a meaningless or friendly gesture. After all, what’s the matter with touching the small of a woman’s back? It’s not like you’re sexually assaulting her.” 

Think about that for a moment.  If you are male and you touch ANYONE, its an assertion of masculinity that comes at the expense of the comfort of the victims you violate with your touch.  We can only assume that these kinds of vicious assaults are being conducted at an all time high in Eastern Europe, The Middle East, ect.    I can only begin to guess how feminist dogma such as  “multiculturalism” fits into this detestable mantouching.

“While a recent Cosmo survey showed that an alarmingly high 1 in 3 women reported beingsexually harassed in the workplace at some point in their lives, the prevalence of mantouching is likely much higher, simply because no one ever talks about it.”

If we throw mantouching into the category of “sexual assault” which rad-feminists secretly desire, that 1 in 3 should escalate to a 3 in 3 women being harassed at a rate equal to atrocities like the Rape Of Nanking.  Maybe that’s the goal of these internet rad-feminists.  Our mansplaining friend concludes his lecture with this piece of wisdom:

“You might not think a pinched cheek or a shoulder caress is something to lose sleep over. But the next time you see a man put his hand on the small of a woman’s back, look at her eyes. Look at her smile. If you’re looking closely enough, I bet you can see her faking it. I bet you can see how painful it really is.”

Let’s open up Pandora’s Box of nasty unintended and un-anticipated consequences when we apply this standard to all genders – however many there supposedly are anymore. Waitress incidentally touches me. Sexual assault. Co-Worker puts hand on my shoulder. Sexual assault.

How far is this shit going to go?

That was somewhat rhetorical, because it’s going to go very far before people are finally rudely awakened.  Soon physical consent/non-verbal consent won’t be enough. It will be too vague.   I predict there will eventually be an attempt to mandate consent through only “verbal” means.

Even that won’t be enough.  A verbal yes might not even mean “yes” when you’ve requested that now awkward feeling hug.

Doubting The Faith, But Demanding A Purpose

For those of you who don’t know, I was raised as a Christian.  In fact, I still retain many elements of a Christian worldview.  However, it would be disingenuous to call myself one considering I am not practicing nor embracing key parts of the faith.  I am still highly sympathetic to the overall Christian community

To be honest, I’m not completely sure what I believe.   Most of those who leave the faith usually do for reasons of outright rebellion. It is fair to say that I am in a rebellion of sorts, but I still don’t see it as a enough of a reason to completely throw out my worldview.

My “deviation” from the faith has taken place within the last year or so and has been for mostly carnal reasons – engaging in pre-marital sex and a kind of enjoyable narcissism – yet I remain very conflicted.    I enjoy my current life of sinful pleasure, to the point of willful rebellion, but I am fully aware of it.

My father raised me with a Christian worldview, specifically one that deals.  heavily with presuppositional thinking – something that I filter every idea through.   It has caused me to become somewhat of a philosopher at heart.   I’ve looked for alternatives to the faith, but I have not found any viable ones.  I know I am not alone in this predicament.

Most of my friends who became Atheists, Agnostics, or whatever else did so for the reason as to be absolved of responsibility to a specific moral authority.   They are essentially advocates of a moral relativism that allows them to do whatever they wish at this particular time.   I see why they do this and it is an easy route.  I however feel that is shallow.

At my core, I am desperate for a worldview that isn’t dependent on human reason for it’s moral standards, its tenants, and its suggested purpose of life.  Because of this, I find the concept of appealing to human reason through human reason to be circular logic and foolish.

The problem for me is that if I ditch religion, science can’t actually provide me with answers to the major questions of reality, not to mention that science is totally useless on moral questions.  One person pointed this idea out on a comment thread:

“Science, properly defined and understood, explicitly refuses to even get involved in the most important questions. Life, the Universe, Everything. Science stops with a firm thud at the Big Bang, saying nothing at all about what came before or even if that question is even a meaningful one. Science can’t come to grips with Why.

Currently I am at this odd crossroads of depressing philosophical thought:  If there is no absolute truth of any kind – might makes right.  Influence, power, and money make right.  The implication is too scary for me to accept.   Instead I suggest like the X-Files says, “The Truth Is Out There.”  I really hope it is.

I have come to ponder upon the idea that life is short.  I could die tomorrow.  Any of us could.

I am not daft however.


What To Do?

I don’t want to live as a hedonistic narcissist because of this acknowledgment, but I also want to enjoy every last second I have – while still planning and anticipating the future.  Yes, I feel as if I am consumed by cognitive dissonance.

In the Bible, the first chapter of Ecclesiastes covers the concept of vanity, something that has created in me a philosophical mood and outlook that is seriously and worryingly quite pessimistic.

16 I said in my heart, “I have acquired great wisdom, surpassing all who were over Jerusalem before me, and my heart has had great experience of wisdom and knowledge.” 17 And I applied my heart to know wisdom and to know madness and folly. I perceived that this also is but a striving after wind.

18 For in much wisdom is much vexation,
    and he who increases knowledge increases sorrow.

Hate the Bible or not, this is a valid and important point.  The more “knowledge” we acquire, the more despondent and pessimistic we become.    Getting that college degree, large house with a white picket fence, a family and children, ect seems almost useless and vain.  What’s the point? Shouldn’t I just become a complete hedonist and live every moment like it’s my last?

We all die at some point. Nothing can go with us, and we have no idea if there is any kind of afterlife or not.

This disturbs me because the idea of an afterlife is often the only thing that inspires people to be “good” – and I shudder at how relative the idea of what is “good” has become in modern society.   In the modern world, “good” is simply determined by who has the biggest megaphone on social media and who is driving the current accepted cultural narrative of “good.”   That is comforting, and yes, anyone with a brain can see that the assertion I just made is correct.

People mention we are progressing in concern to humanity and what is “good”, but no one seems to have a destination in mind as to exactly where we are progressing.   I.E. -” Like in art when a work is described as ‘significant’ – Significant of what?”  

If good is as relative as everyone these days insist it is – because absolute truth is such a dangerous concept – then what is there to stop us from evil besides the threat of punishment from a government for whatever is accepted as “evil” in our current time?

Quintus Curtius from the manosphere brings up an important point about this:

Man cannot be exhorted to do good by words alone; he must be held in the grip of terror by a religion that promises damnation if he misbehaves. Religion provides the backing to a moral code that rises above man; the myths, fables , and stories of religion are there for a purpose, and that purpose is to impart a moral code that can keep man’s baser instincts in check.

Curtius, Quintus (2014-09-05). Thirty Seven: Essays On Life, Wisdom, And Masculinity (p. 27).

“He also needs myths to sustain him, to console him in his bereavements, to provide a code to anchor his life, and to impart a sense of meaning to this mortal existence. Snatch away his mythos, rob him of his ideal, and you banish his spirit to a rudderless drifting in life’s drama. It is a cruel fate, and one that is far too common. But for some men, the myth is strong. And it is the last thing to die.”

– Curtius, Quintus (2014-09-05). Thirty Seven: Essays On Life, Wisdom, And Masculinity (p. 25).

As the great Christian thinker and philosopher Francis Schaeffer would say, “How then should we live?” Like Shaeffer, I desire an absolute of some kind – in his case the Bible – as to which I can conduct my life and evaluate society.    There is an interesting point about Schaeffer’s interpretation of the moral quandary impacting modern society in his, “How Then Should We Live” series:

“When we base society on humanism, which he defines as “a value system rooted in the belief that man is his own measure, that man is autonomous, totally independent”,[6] all values are relative and we have no way to distinguish right from wrong except for utilitarianism.[7] Because we disagree on what is best for which group, this leads to fragmentation of thought,[8] which has led us to the despair and alienation so prevalent in society today.

I am feeling this despair.  I don’t know honestly know how to solve it, but I fear that the longer I go without an answer, the more worried I become about my future.   I want to retain the Christian faith that I had, but the “faith” part is lacking.

I am eagerly exploring “alternatives”, but there seems to be no worldview out there which doesn’t require a fundamental leap of faith at its core to begin it’s particular journey.   Yes, science can give us facts, but it can’t answer metaphysical issues nor these two questions which pop into my head every day:

What is my purpose in this life? How should I live my life knowing that tomorrow isn’t guaranteed?

In fact, where do I go from here? What do I do?  How should I live?   Is there any conclusion whatsoever that isn’t fallible and based on the assumption of humanity? I have become stuck in a circular spacial vacuum of uncertainty and I don’t like it.