After much anticipation, my DNA results came back via an AncestryDna.com test me and my wife both took about 5 weeks ago. My wife turned out to be 83% British or something like that. She was surprised in that she thought her maiden was name was German – which apparently it was not.
For those of you “ist” and “ism” bigots that don’t know I’m half-Armenian on my mother’s side and a mixture of European on my fathers. I was actually expecting some sort of Middle Eastern mixed in due to Armenia’s geographic location and it’s history of invaders, conquest, and overall movements of demographics in the last 2000 years there.
What I didn’t expect was some of these other results.
I knew of the English on my dad’s side, but the Irish/Scots/Welsh and the Southern European and Iberian were surprising. Obviously, the European Jewish part surprised me.
Justin Timberlake may be a man of the woods, but I’m a man of antiquity and the high middle ages. I may just now be a walking poster boy for Diversity. The Tech industry needs to hire me now, though I can’t promise my worldview will be the same.
Back to a serious note. It’s enjoyable and instructive to know where your ancestors came from, but who am I really? We have these weird awkward conversations about “racial” and ethnic awareness with the types of people you really don’t want to have those conversations/awareness with if you like your job and need to pay your mortgage.
But even these same people are in a dire boat in the modern digital age of loneliness. Their identities exist in a Western old vacuum that can’t be replicated anywhere else. Obviously, this is specifically true of the political and sociological identities people have inserted themselves into, often in the most tribal ways – American politics for instance.
What these people don’t have is any real identity not tied to that. For instance, if some “African American” – a crappy term – goes over to Ghana, how much are they really going to have with Ghanans? What about Nigeria, Egypt, Chad, or Ethiopia?
They don’t know if they are even from the same tribe, group, or nation – which they likely aren’t. For all they know, they were some of the slaves that the Ghanans took and sold to the entire world. They don’t speak the same language – that’s a big deal.
You may discover you’re ancestors were slavers, slaves, conquerors, or great empire builders. It’s a bit of a mixed bag in today’s modern oppression culture where everyone wants more oppression cards to play.
All that said, I get it. Wouldn’t you do the same thing? Modern life in the digital 21st century has been stripped to its bare parts by globalism and people’s identities, cultures, and traditions have been shattered. However, people still need an identity. They need to find a reason, purpose, and motivation to live and build a legacy.
Take me for instance. I’m proud to be half Armenian and the various other mix of ethnicities. However, how much do I have in common with them? If I went back to Armenia right now, would I be able to say that I have a similar life with similar situations, standard of living, and a shared plight and condition?
Yes, I am a descendant of Armenian survivors, but I don’t speak the language, know just a few foods, and only rarely have been to the Armenian Church – the center of culture – with the exception of funerals. My sons won’t have an Armenian identity or that of any other ethnicity. They will likely be a product of American midwest culture.
Of course, I want them to know where they come from, but where they are going is a foundation that has to be built. So many of the identities that people cling to today are built on shallow ground and foundations that will inevitably shatter.
The past is one source that contributes toward an identity, but it can’t be the only one. Look to the communities and the people that surround you now – that is part of your culture. You can influence how it’s shaped, or you can build identities based off “opposition” to the tribe you don’t like.
Don’t be surprised though when you have nothing to live for once that tribe is shattered.
P.S. If you are wondering what someone with the above mix looks like here’s n example of what I look like with a beard. It’s not full yet.
Color me confused that in today’s modern world of global communication, we appear to still be in those fraught times where the Chinese don’t want you getting too cushy with any members of the Mongol horde and contact might get you viewed as spy and saboteur. Don’t even go near their horses.
What alarmed me in particular this time was that to some gun control advocates, anyone who didn’t denounce the NRA as a terrorist organization or opposed gun control was personally responsible for the shooting and was of course a vile, despicable, human being who supports kids being murdered.
That’s a pretty easy strawman to beat in public for an applauding mob. But wait, are’t these the same people who are interested in diversity? Not when it comes to worldview and politics apparently. In fact dissenters need to be isolated, dehumanized, and possibly targeted. If you can cost them friends and family as well as various public shamings, all the better right?
Welcome to conversation in the 21st century on the internet which is now spilling over into people’s actual real lives. Rid yourself of dialogue and arm yourself with a cell phone and your targets contact information and workplace details that can be submitted to a two minute hate twitter mob.
Have the wrong opinions and be at the wrong rallies and you can be beaten by AntiFa to the applause of self-professed very tolerant people. They aren’t humans after all, they are apparently fascists and violence against them is justified. (You don’t want to end up like AntiFa.)
Perhaps we are much more divided in terms of worldview and culture in America then we ever have been, but since when did dissenting views equal incompatibility with even spending time or associating with someone? When did it start to approach being okay with violence toward them?
Recently I was having a conversation with a family member – one that I very much respect -who was surprised at how I could become “friends” with someone in the Dissident Right who my family member considered to have rather reprehensible views. (Granted, most of my family members would consider him to have said reprehensible views.)
He was particular surprised by me using the word friend. Why would you become friends with someone with views and speech seen as inexcusable or unacceptable? (While I don’t agree with this friend on everything, he is still a friend.)
Well regardless of where you are on the political spectrum, it’s a damn good question.
How I Became a Deplorable With Detestable Views
Picking my friends, associates, or villainous enemies to be denounced on twitter based on what they think or hide in perspective closets has always simply been a matter of how and where I meet people.
Hookah lounges. Bars. Concerts. Churches. Raucous Parties. Parties I will not mention. Internet Forums. Gaming Circles. Gaming Servers. Family functions. Work. My Old Campus.
Years ago before Trump was a thing, I used to play an online browser game called Astro Empires. While I’ve retained a friend from that game, one other “friend” – a rather progressive one – on Facebook told me he couldn’t be friends with me anymore because my views were detestable. We even really enjoyed soccer too! (At that time I was first stumbling across the Manosphere.)
When I reflected upon that moment, the recent conversation I had between me and my family member prompted that EUREKA moment in my puny bigoted backwards brain; plenty of people today view life style, worldview, political, or even cultural differences and disagreements as the whole of a person.
If their views are too far out there or “offensive”, their friendship is something that’s found to be shocking. I find this notion troubling as to what it implies; you are what you secretly dare to ponder upon in the late night hours when you entertain crimethink thoughts about the nature of man, society, and any other specifically touchy controversial subjects where voicing opinions on what you actually think could get you fired from your job because guilt by association.
Talking to people, associating with them, or even communicating or working with them on mutually agreed ideas – even if you differ with them on everything else is certainly not allowed.
What happened to Quinn Norton, which while it certainly didn’t happen to me reminds me of myself. She got fired hours after being hired by the New York Times for talking with the wrong people. Quinn dared to “associate” with Weev or the greatest deviant villain alive on the internet today, Andrew Aurenheimer founder of the Daily Stormer. Whoops.
Obviously Quinn is the opposite of a Nazi, but the fact that she had communicated with him on just ONE idea they shared the same opinion on and that she felt was important produced some sort of alternate internet depiction of her as a Nazi.
I was called a Nazi because of my friendship with the infamous neo-Nazi known on the internet as weev—his given name is Andrew Auernheimer; he helps run the anti-Semitic website The Daily Stormer. In my pacifism, I can’t reject a friendship, even when a friend has taken such a horrifying path. I am not the judge of who is capable of improving as a person.
This philosophy also requires me to confront him about his terrible beliefs and their terrible consequences. I have been doing this since before his brief time as a cause célèbre in 2012—I believe it’d be hypocritical for me to turn away from this obligation. weev is just one of many terrible people I’ve cared for in my life.
I don’t support what my terrible friend believes or does. But I strongly advocate for people with a good sense of themselves and their values to engage with their terrible friends, coworkers, and relatives, to lovingly confront them for as long as it takes, and it would be wrong to not do so myself. I had what I now see as the advantage of coming from a family of terrible people.
This taught me that not everyone worthy of love is worthy of emulation. It also taught me that being given terrible ideas is not a destiny, and that intervention can change lives.
One article that covered her reaction to her Twitter scalping had this particular gem of a comment posted:
“There’s a big difference between being friends with people in private and changing their minds personally, one-by-one, and being friends with people publicly and normalizing their BS. If friendship with the Nazi is so important to her, let them be friends. But if it’s part of her public persona, that makes it part of NYT’s public persona, that makes a big cultural voice voting for white supremacy – welcome to 2018. Everyone can see everything, everyone can hear everything.”
Right there in this tripe of slime comment is everything that is wrong with social media, the internet, and our outrage culture in general. I’m picking on this comment in particular because this is EXACTLY the kind of attitude I see reflected by so many saintly twitter and social media stake burners when they light their torches.
Being friends with bad people – or those deemed to be by our new cultural overlords – is the same thing as “normalizing” their views. Pious peasants don’t associate with heretic harbingers or they risk becoming them or promoting them.
Even if you are friends with a Troll, Sauron, Nazi or worse -a Communist considering their body count in the 20th century – talking, eating, communicating, gaming, participating in gay orgies, or shooting the shit with them isn’t going to “Normalize” anything.
We aren’t our political or worldview beliefs. We are Jack, Jon, Joan, and June who are living life in the 21st century in the digital age afflicted by social media Popes who think that too many “radical” blog posts or social media rants are the absolute embodiment of what someone is 24/7.
Can’t the friend police ever take a damned break? Don’t they have lives? Is this really what they want to reflect upon gloriously when on their death beds?
I always viewed having various friends and associates like a 9-5 job where after you got done talking about what you thought – no matter how heinous it was deemed to be, you then went on with your life. You kept drinking beer, smoking stogies, and telling stories late into the night with them.
In fact, I would imagine myself as a professor or his neighbor. I could have a daily talk with some uber male feminist ally like Michael Kimmel, have very different conclusions, and go back to grabbing a beer with him later while throwing darts.
The disagreements, while fundamental to our worldview differences and how we choose to life life and spend time would fade while we live our normal lives. One would leave work, go home, unwind, and enjoy time with family and friends. Another would go to the bar, play softball or volleyball, or watch the newest Game Of Thrones episode together.
That right there. Normal life.
Journey Of Self Discovery
When you form your worldview and outlook on life, it happens over time – often in a kind of butterfly and domino effect of situations, events, friends, and where you spend your time. It’s a journey, just maybe not as adventurous and epic as something out of Lord Of The Rings.
I’m far from a modern day Jesus, but I have and do associate with plenty of sinners, reprobates, and people who are today’s version of heretics.
Lately there’s been a wave of miserly curmudgeons who want to dictate who you can and can’t hang with. If you deviate, you are labeled some sort of ist /ism or more frequently a fascist or Nazi lover.
It’s not like I went out trying to make friends with hardcore druggies, dangerous online deviants, violent biker types, or Molotov cocktail wielding AntiFa activists. Rather I simply kept looking for the truth and I was going to wherever it led.
I wanted to find out who I was. Being drawn to controversy, mischievous and dirty humor, abstract in-the-clouds freedom of speech ideals, gaming, history, rebellion, cigars and smoking, etc all played apart in the paths I would choose at the forks in the road.
In fact, it was similar creating a character class with attributes in an RPG. I was forging an identity as there were flaws in my current thinking and approach at the time that left me feeling like I was wasting away in the wind while others clearly were not.
What led me even more into the devious, deviant, and every “ist” and “ism” under the sun circles is the simple fact that they were as hostile as I was to control over freedom of association.
Not once did the mean miserly misogynists sexist racists in the manosphere writhe in constant shouting, shaming, and denunciation of myself for being friends with feminists, social justice advocates, Black Israelites, “liberals”, Trump haters, ect.
Neither did those in the #GamerGate, the Dissident Right, and even in horrible dangerous despicable your-soul-may-perish-for-eternity places like the Roosh V forum.
In fact, not once did some White Nationalist or Supremacists types I talked to flip shit over the fact I talked to Jews, had Jewish friends, and didn’t loathe them. Even in the case of me being mixed race, my family being mixed race of various sorts, and plenty of friends and associates being every kind of ethnicity, race, culture, factions and members of various “groups” did this occur.
After a while, I realized where the real “bigots” were coming from and who was surprisingly far more “tolerant” despite having all sorts of views I didn’t agree with. At the end of the day, I didn’t have to be fully 100% on board with Nazis jackbooting in Harlem with a Hivemind to agree with them that feminism is bad thing.
Look what happens to people like Laci Green who are still ardent feminists and social justice advocates who dared to ask questions and not be completely in lockstep. They of course get all the nasty labels deliberately designed to rid them of their humanity, making them acceptable targets.
After all, if someone isn’t human and their views have no place in “acceptable” society, then there are no rules that limit what you can do to them. The insane exaggerated hyperbole and straw-men they are tarred with is therefore not only “acceptable” but apparently some sort of cosmic justice.
Dissenters must be squashed. For some in uber progressive circles where they spiritually and mentally self-mutilate themselves for not being better allies, they reach a breaking point. The term “Peak Trans” comes to mind. Now they not actually suddenly jump to the right politically, but they end up realizing that they can’t survive in a hive mind which allows for no free thinking.
Social media just exacerbates this problem of free thinking. Express views where you question a popular and accepted narrative? People lose their minds and you become a Nazi, ist, or ism. People will take screenshots of denouncing you and “defriending” you.
One is either a hero or a villain – no in between. If you associate with them in anyway or dare to be friends with them, then via guilt by association, you also become a hero or villain.
Pearce Tefft proclaimed that “Peter Tefft, my son, is not welcome at our family gatherings any longer. I pray my prodigal son will renounce his hateful beliefs and return home. Then and only then will I lay out the feast.”
To quote the guy from 300 who get’s kicked into that bottomless pit, “This is madness.”
I have two sons, and regardless if they became die-hard SJWs who loathed every view I espoused, they’d be welcome in my house. I’m not pouring years of time, smelly diapers, long nights, and the joys of watching them crawl, walk, and start talking down some drain filter because of what they might believe.
In fact the mere thought of it really bothers me. I can see not marrying or dating someone because of it, but your very own flesh and blood?
However, this isn’t a new phenomenon. It’s one of human nature. Plenty of family members, villagers, tribesmen, etc. have disowned each other to the point of the sword because of differences in belief.
However that was then, this is now. Right?
Supposedly the Enlightenment and Age of Reason were supposed to put us past this, but they haven’t. I’m not going to bother to go into the reasons for that, but I will say that social media obviously fuels this polarization and dichotomy of us vs them.
For some people, they aren’t just content to “de-friend” and dehumanize you, they also believe you need to lose your job, be unable to pay your mortgage, and ensure you are out on the streets. Your family who you support financially? They don’t give a shit.
I’ve been an advocate of fighting fire with fire – specifically those people who threaten to or go after people’s jobs. However, with finances being tight for myself and with me being the sole provider for my wife and two sons, it’s hard for me to imagine attempting similar retribution to someone, even if they were the aggressors in trying to get me or people with whom I hold similar views with fired.
At some point, we have to draw the line as to how far one should go in a polite and civilized society – while it still barely remains one.
To all you activists out there, regardless of your stripe and creed, how far are you willing to go?
Seriously, consider that so many ardent screaming activists are often far removed from the situations and people they express outrage about. Do those who scream about gun control the loudest with the biggest platforms live in Baltimore in the ghetto? Often they don’t.
Those same people are then shocked when they exit their bubble and briefly enter another where very different views are held. You’d think they’d embrace that diversity, but often they just point, shriek, and scream “HERETIC!” Often, that’s where the mutual conversation ends and the pitchforks and torches begin.
Is this really how any of us want to live? Where we can’t separate someone from their politics or opinions? I certainly don’t, but I fear far too many do.
Many progressive have obsessed over race to the point its turned them into bitter people who can’t take time off to enjoy life. For others they’ve become self-loathing “allies” too busy worrying about their privilege to realize there’s more lessons to be learned from history than just “oppression.”
So take a hint from the self-inflicted pain these people put them through and DONT DO THE SAME.
One things many of us on the Dissident Right should be aware of is history and how demographics across the world have adapted and changed through conquest, migration, colonization, and various other methods. They all overlap in various circles and variables.
Humans are tribal. We always have been and likely always will. Race, ethnicity, cities, families, regions, tribes, etc all represent various “circles” that overlap.
Think of the Google+ circle overlap of friends, acquaintances, etc. The internet, ease of travel, and technology have changed our “identities. Because you can travel 100 miles with a car in mere hours, you and a host of other people can show up at a metal concert, all look somewhat similar, mosh and partake in an event that builds an identity for all those there.
Yes, “Us vs them” is a natural human instinct and its effect up until the last 300 years can’t be understated when used to distract the populace from their real overseers. It doesn’t however mean everything should be “us”, whoever that might be, vs some other group. Not every aspect of life is not a zero sum game.
Now I’ll admit, I may have a bias. I don’t even know if I’m bi-racial. The Turks burned all of our damned records in the genocide, but considering how many different times Armenia was conquered and how many different Empires and other groups have gone through it, I probably have a whole host of Middle Eastern, Russian, and maybe even Asian blood in me. (I’m going to take an ancestry test). My European half is various mix of ethnicity.
I don’t live in Chicago, but even in the part of Illinois I live, I know ALOT of mixed, bi-racial people, not just including both sides of my family and my wives. It’s not deliberate persay, it just happened – probably because the Lake County area generates ALOT of jobs, just as nearby Kenosha County in Wisconsin is starting too. People move to where the jobs are. (Cook County is dead to me.)
Stop seeing the extremes and loud voices from external groups as the complete representation. Most black people don’t care about Black Lives Matter, social justice, or intersectional nonsense. Sure, they might have some agreement with the overall thrust behind BLM, but they’d much rather just go about living life than obsessing over the white man.
Again you will have the malcontent trust fund types who have too much time on their hands and a luxury of funds to major in African studies, but most black people dont. They aren’t wasting their time studying about “oppression”. They are working, trying to survive like everyone else, and enjoy the time they have.
Most Hispanics don’t care about La Raza. The most disagreeable position they might have with you is immigration, and even then, it’s not uniform. They don’t hate “whites” anymore than any other group. Sure, they have they radicals, but if you aren’t at a college campus in a VERY urban city, they won’t care.
Interracial sex and in some cases marriage is inevitable. Hell, in 50 years, it will be harder to tell who is mixing with who. Just because it’s been weaponized by progressive race obsessed miserable fanatics doesn’t mean it’s somehow wrong, bad, or negative.
What’s inevitable about it? Simply history shows that groups will intermingle given migration, conquest, or in today’s day the ability to simply pack up and move. Sure, there are some rather nasty statistics that have been mentioned ad nauseum already that we shouldn’t overlook. (Particularly that most black men regardless of the race of the women they have children with often don’t just refrain from marrying the mother, but often leave her as well. Granted I have a strong sympathy for black men – not because of racism/opression, but that’s for another time.)
Those of us in the “manosphere” should be very familiar with the numerous reasons why black and white men in particular might choose to date and marry outside of their race and I can’t fault them for it either.
While the DailyStormCucks are obsessing about white purity and how it looks via ghetto trash representatives and the occasional armchair philosphers, they keep overlooking that what it means to be “white” has changed drastically in the last 100 years alone.
Zimmerman was a “White Hispanic”. Italians, Greek, and various Balkanites weren’t white 100 years ago. Just two hundred years ago the Irish were looked at as mongrels. We can’t even tell if people from North Africa are White, Arab, or “African” or some mixture of all or how different they are from each other in the two thousand years of constant warfare between each other, invasions, conquests, and migrations.
Even Hispanics originating from Hispania – that’s Spain and Northwest Africa – are part white and whatever else after mixing with the local natives – another example of “interracial” inevitability. Look at other parts of the world.
How many people from Asia and the Middle East have Mongolian, Seljuk Turk, or Mughal in them? How many people alone are descended from Genghis Khan today? How many people in Western Europe, Russia, etc have Scandinavian Viking in them? Yes, the Japanese and Han Chinese might be their own exceptions.
Racial purity isn’t necessarily good or bad, but it’s unlikely somewhere like the US where you’ve had various waves of immigration. Yes, people do stick to their own groups, but plenty will look for love elsewhere and where it’s most easily available. (Not to exclude opportunity, work, education, etc.)
Acknowledging racial, ethnic, gender, etc differences is important. Ignoring them doesn’t make any of it go away. James Damore was fired for daring to talk about it.
If we don’t, we will never be able to improve our lot, or those around us. Dave Rubin did an interview with Stefan Molyneux on the subject, and while I’m not sure I place the same stake in “IQ” tests that he does, it’s worth watching to see how it affects how we live. (Criticism from a left-leaning source here.)
Acknowledging racial and ethnic differences doesn’t mean we need to sterilize “low IQ” people or thrust some crazy eugenic influence into law like the early social progressives tried to do with their social Darwinism.
It simply means that we need to address what we know. Now there’s plenty of insanity in this category with lots of supposed “pseudo-science” being clung around, but regardless the more we talk about it, the better it can be vetted.
There’s this idea that high IQ people have no flaws and are always ideal to a countries prosperity and success. Sure, they are important, but their penchant to do evil with their brilliance is also a possibility. Low IQ types may resort to crime, but many don’t and won’t.
Africa might have some of the lower IQ averages, but it’s more of an indication of constant and complete population displacement and a lack of exposure and well traveled trade routes that facilitate the exchange of knowledge and eventual academic undertaking.
Give some place like Uganda relative peace, 500 years of generations being exposed to a consistent 8th grade level education, majority of the populace being literate and watch what happens. Europe, the Middle East, or Asia didn’t magically build universities, hospitals, ect in 100 years.
It’s going to take time for the 3rd world to get to a 2nd world level. Unfortunately for Africa, the corruption that is so innate to MANY of the cultures of African countries – and the governments there -will test to see if it’s possible. Perhaps the worldview shift taking place in parts of Africa – the rise of Christianity – will start to have an effect on the corrupt culture.
Don’t forget the kind of effect Christianity had on the culture and peoples of the Germanic tribes, Gauls, Franks, Danes, and even the Vikings. Look at what Sweden became – or virtually all of Europe for that matter. It didn’t happen overnight.
Ideas have consequences, regardless of the culture they are from. If there’s anything history tells us, it’s that certain ideas – often many of those in the Anglosphere, some in Asia, and others in Europe and the Americas can uplift a society.
The Middleast is stuck where it is for a reason, despite dominance up to the mid 17th century. An industrial revolution and the ideas necessary for it never took old. The same can be said for most of Africa.
With the introduction of the internet and incredible easy accessible means to learn, share, and obtain information, that may change. However, it will take at least several generations for those changes to start to take root and have results.
You can’t have a cohesive stable functional identity based on race. You can have one based on commonalities, but race doesn’t quite fit the bill here. Brazilians don’t have much in common with the Venezuelans, the Poles with the English, the Japanese with the Vietnamese, the Nigerians with the Somali, etc.
Even similar ethnicities like the Belgian Walloons and Flemmings don’t have much in common, despite sharing the same country. Old ties die hard.
A “white” ethnostate is not just a stupid idea – considering what alt right whites like Spencer and ultra liberal whites like Michael Moore have in common, but an impractical one. It’s just as dumb as any other racial ethnostate. The modern world and means of travel make it an impossible one.
Also the constant melding of people over time means one wont know who is necessarily white, black, brown, asian ect over time if the Hispanics – who are partially white just from their spanish roots – are already demonstrating. The “mutt” of various European blood which intermixed will soon happen here on an even bi-racial scale here.
Sure, you might be able to form an identity based on who you are comfortable living next to, but spend some time in urban, rural, and everywhere in between and you’ll find out how different the world is.
Yes, we are tribal. I feel loyalty to men in the manosphere, as well as some of those in the dissident right, but my familial obligations and loyalty come first – even more so than I thought.
Right there is where you form your identity. Family isn’t necessarily biological and blood related – it’s the close friends, often in similar circles, you make over your lifetime that become like blood. This is where we must start.
Black Friday and specifically shopping during Thanksgiving dinner itself wouldn’t be the obsession it is if it weren’t for you. If your family time was more important to you than a new flatscreen, less stores would be open during the time.
You selfish thankless bastards wouldn’t know that Thanksgiving was supposed to be special time to give thanks and be grateful with family and friends or go Black Friday shopping and fight with people over electronics at your local Walmart while shirking that family time.
While Black Friday participation was thankfully down this year among thirsty shoppers by about 20%, the consumer culture that it feeds is alive and sucking the wallets and time of the afflicted. Yes, more stores closed, but still plenty were open. This doesn’t even include the various warehouses where we stick our seasonal wage slaves.
Everyone – regardless of their ideology – can put their finger on this notion that something is deeply wrong, but most haven’t dug deep enough. Simply put, we can’t fix ANY of our problems until we fix our people and the culture they create.
We can’t build meaningful relationships that transcend all the difficulties of life if we will spend that time on obsessing over Amazon details or shopping at Walmart instead of with our families over some tasty turkey.
That problem lingering deep down in a shadowy hole is that there are far too many people willing to forget their families in favor of shopping during Thanksgiving Dinner to save a few dollars off crap they really don’t need or have to own. Do you really need another tablet?
Of course, greedy corporations and businesses looking to churn out profits from already greedy debt-ridden consumers are willing to appeal to the fallen angels of our nature to generate some additional cash for their never satisfied shareholders. We are our own worst enemy and there is plenty of mutual feeding on greed to go around.
It’s an unspoken dirty secret, but if there weren’t a significant amount of consumers willing to abandon precious time with family and friends – which they probably don’t see all that often – for “deals” and gadgets, there wouldn’t this hoard of companies willing to make millions of people work like dogs during Thanksgiving.
Maybe even the desperate deal shoppers themselves might think twice before throwing another article of clothing on the ground with the assumption some poor minimum wage seasonal worker is going to pick it up for the hours and hours of sorting and cleanup that will be happening all week.
The demand for Black Friday and it’s accompanying World Star videos are because enough of us are significantly demanding with pockets deep enough to blow 5 billion dollars in 24 hours on a day that is now stretching into the weekend.
Until that changes not only will most of us not be thankful for what we have – as well as the time we can spend with friends and family – but we will sacrifice the little time we have with them for the pursuit of more stuff.
No, this isn’t as if you are toiling away for a career, rather you are upgrading your 40 inch tv to a 55 inch during the time you should be spending with your family – the ones who actually care about you.
What make us supposedly happy and our primary goals are reflected by what we spend our time doing and investing in. As Black Friday shows, too many people are still spending that time and money on stuff than on time with their families. It’s what makes them happy.
That’s a horrid problem itself. How do you alter the ingrained programming of thousands of hours of media that more stuff will make you happy?
Attitude of Gratitude
Often we forget about being thankful for what we have because so many people think their life is crap because they dont have the newest gadgets, products, or apps. We end up shackled to these items and unable to experience the freedom found in gratitude. Joseph Mussomeli at the Imaginative Conservative makes this point:
“But gratitude remains the only key that unshackles us and lets us breathe free. Life is a peculiar phenomenon. We all unthinkingly use the phrase “the gift of life,” but it is only a gift if we really think of it as such. If we don’t, then life is an unbearable curse. It is Hell itself. No matter how bountiful and varied our good fortune, life has no flavor and is devoid of any joy unless we are grateful for it. As the Dominican mystic Meister Eckhardt succinctly put it: “If the only prayer you ever said in your whole life was thank you, that would suffice.””
The newest IPhone and 4k tv wont make you feel any more lively than your previous generation Iphone. Unless you are grateful for what you have, you will never be grateful for the future possessions you so envy after seeing ads for the latest flash sale or Amazon deal.
It’s tragic, but there is one definite way to experience gratitude just as Scrooge did in Charles Dickens parable like story or Jesus’ tale of the prodigal son.
You have to lose everything. Your health, family, and every last item you so dearly valued. You have to be brought down to rock bottom to rise back up, riches to rags.
Hopefully, we can learn those lessons Scrooge style from those who have so that we don’t have to go through their pain.
To that grateful end, I will share a tragic story that is a part of my industry. Remember to look on that sunny brightside. It could be much, much worse. So be thankful for once, you thankless bastards.
Where I work, I run into some rather sad unfortunate stories.
It’s made me realize a few things. We often get caught up in our own lives, worlds, bubbles, and in the troubles and trials that we endure. Its easy to forget about the plights of those in the distance who are faring much worse. We become our own worst enemy.
No doubt many of us have seen pictures, videos, and stories about the recent hurricane devastation that has been wrought upon Texas, Florida, and now Puerto Rico. Or the fires that ravaged California. These people lost everything, but their families and friends remained intact who hopefully aren’t too immersed in “stuff” to lend them aid and support.
Talk to each person whose lost something there and you’ll hear some depressing stories about their current living situations as they try to cope. (Most of us take our support networks and families for granted.)
I won’t reveal where I work as we are in the age of self-righteous Internet lynch mobs who go after people’s jobs as I have a wife and two sons to support.
However I can tell you about about a tragic story I ran into.
Hotel From Hell
I’m on the phone talking to a man – we will call him George – who is stuck in a hotel of a large hotel chain. Him, his wife, and his infant son are homeless after the hurricane. Evacuating, they took with them as many clothes as they could, their son’s pack-in-play, car seat, and baby carrier you strap to your chest.
George – who was a vet and had fought in our recent middle east excursions – described that everything left in the hurricanes wake reminded him of towns he had seen that had been completely ravaged by bombs and artillery fire. Their home which I believe was in Tallahassee had been utterly destroyed from Hurricane Irma.
Forced to go from one Red Cross makeshift shelter to another – with a rather sick infant, a tad bit of luck would come their way; George’s brother would pay for them to stay at hotel for a period of time to get them out of the vicious hot humid weather. All of the “good” hotels were booked through already.
They would begin their stay on Monday and on Tuesday night their already existing suffering would escalate. Their infant son – about 5 and a half months old – had just been in the hospital three weeks prior. Apparently he had been in and out of the NICU quite frequently since he was born, adding to the seriousness of their plight.
Their son – we will call him Jonny, had contracted RSV when he was just a few months old, on top of his previous medical issues. RSV for infants that young can be deadly to the point they have to stay at the hospital for the duration of the infection.
Jonny had just started sleeping through the night in his pack-in-play. Or at least he was till a flea infestation in the room, unknown to them at the time, left the infant with flea bites from head-to-toe. It was so damn bad, he couldn’t sleep anymore and they would stay awake with him as he screamed and cried through the night. They themselves would suffer from the flea bites.
A further slap in the face was that they couldn’t use chemicals to get rid of the flies off the clothing that was salvageable – almost none of it – because their infant son couldn’t be exposed to said chemicals due to his medical issues.
The fleas would decimate almost ALL of the clothing they brought with, including the car seat, port-a-crib, and infant carrier. So now they weren’t only almost broke, but they would have to replace all the clothes somehow. You can bet most of the charitable places in that area that give out clothes were already overwhelmed.
Of course they couldn’t switch rooms. There were no other available rooms. All had been taken by insurance agents and other survivors and refugees of the hurricanes wrath. They were stuck there.
George would roam the hotel hallways to clear his head and to think of any way to improve their situation. Of course, he would be penalized for this.
While observing construction that was going off in an area of the hotel – that strangely wasn’t taped off, George would step on a piece of metal and puncture his foot – something that looked like a large metal construction staple. It wasn’t even near the obvious area of construction.
He would be in immense pain from it.
George’s wife mentioned that she had never seen him scream or cry before, but when he pulled this staple out, he cried from the pain. Perhaps the mental and emotional burdens on top of this recent were enough to put him over the edge. When thrown in the mix of losing everything you have, it must have felt like a release.
Now I don’t know what happened to them after this. I hope they were able to find a place to stay. Mail had to be sent to his mother’s house in another state – that’s the closest relatives they had in proximity.
They had lost everything, but at least they had some family. Their stuff could be replaced, as tragic as their situation was, but family can’t.
When you are obsessing over the stuff you don’t have, just remember to take a look at those who have nothing – through no fault of their own.
Spend time with your family. You never know how much time you really have with them. New flatscreens and crazy sales designed to lure you into dishing out for a new one you don’t really need will always be around. Your family may not.
When me and my wife lived 8 hours away from most of our family – specifically mine, it made me realize how much I miss them. With so many families with members scattered across the states, Thanksgiving may be one of the few days where everyone will be gathered there together.
Make the most of it. You can go shopping later, which you probably don’t need to.
“In this climate, I can well imagine that people are scared to death to show the slightest romantic interest in anybody in the workplace, for fear that they’ll be accused of “sexual assault.” How are people supposed to meet each other for normal human courtship, then? I ask this as the father of two sons and a daughter. I don’t want these kids to grow into adults who sexually harass or who are sexually harassed. But I also worry about false accusations that could ruin them professionally and personally. If you aren’t worried about this too, you aren’t paying attention.”
(Yes, I do actually enjoy reading Rod and I think the Benedict Option is a worthy alternative.)
While the left has been annihilating any of the Christian moral foundations to American law and culture, they haven’t come up with any coherent worldview to indoctrinate the populace and the “identity” based alternatives they offer have caused a backlash from people who don’t want to turn the other cheek.
In fact, they don’t even care about being Christian. It’s a nominal thing for them just like it is for those Muslims who were born into it, but prefer life in the West with booze, drugs, and fast sex. They have no “faith” to hold them back to the moral high ground.
Indeed, a wake-up call for those who were convinced that the less “religious” people became, the more “progressive” and educated they would become. I suppose Trump’s election are making a few on the left quite woke.
Now remember, when prudish backward bigoted Christians pointed out the Pandora’s box that would be unleashed with unbridled and encouraged sexual degeneracy, they were dismissed, ridiculed, and of course labeled.
Now that the box is open and the Titans are wreaking havoc without restraint. Women, like men, were encouraged by feminists to engage in sexual deviancy and meaningless hook-ups in a culture and system that still retained the foundations and some men influenced by the Christian moral framework.
That’s gone. Tinder is here, and everyone is meat.
Those of us who don’t lie to ourselves know that men and women respond to sex differently and that women regret one night-stand far more than men. Obviously sex being more emotional for women and physical for men is misogyny.
Well, now the cultural identity left is forced to scramble to rectify the new imbalances created when they opened Pandora’s box. That includes the “Dear Colleague” letter on Title IX, an ungodly obsession with “sexual assault”, the constant attacks on “toxic masculinity”, demonizing of any male spaces, and an overall attempt to make men pay – in anyway possible – for pumping and dumping.
It has already turned the dating scene for many men – and women – into a nightmare. High insane unreasonable standards are thrust into normalcy. Blue collar men are thrown out of pool right away and single mothers and divorced women in their late 30s to early 40s are treated as potential booty calls at most.
The Depressing World Our Children Will Inherit
I try to avoid a pessimistic mindset when it comes to the future, but in this situation and circumstance the current reality seems to be growing worse. Me and my wife have two young infant sons.
What will the dating world look like for them when they go out and try to find a woman worthy of marriage? (Which means definitely not in the workplace anymore.)
As their Father, I will impart into them all of the “Red Pill” knowledge and wisdom I’ve accrued – admittedly not that much compared to better men out there. However, I fear they will be punished for their realistic attitudes, noble intentions, and their eventual ascent into manhood.
Rod makes a good point as to the kind of world our kids are going to enter when it comes to trying to find a spouse. I too am wondering just how far this insanity is going to go – on top of the increased hatred of men that my sons are certain to experience in a bleak future.
If they go through a similar “prodigal son” phase as I did, will it cost them everything? Will I have to tell them to video record their encounters just in case they have bad judgement?
If “affirmative” consent is being seriously considered – which it has via implementation as law in places like California, what will that mean when my sons engage in actual flirting, mannerisms, and “game” that makes women actually want to talk to them, date them, etc? Will asking a girl out immediately equate to “sexual harassment”?
Before I met my wife, I would go to bars with friends. I recall one time where a semi-drunk girl came up to me and started grinding on my body a bit as I was standing with my back turned to her. She also kissed my neck. She gave me that “Ewww” vibe.
I didn’t see her as attractive and I wasn’t looking for an easy bang/getting laid that night – more of a guys night out – so I nicely and gently pushed her away and went to the other side of the bar. I wasn’t harsh about it, but it took a bit of effort to claw her off me so to speak.
I didn’t give her permission. I certainly wasn’t “inviting” it with my demeanor and behavior at the time. Was it sexual harassment or even sexual assault? If you accept the feminist concept of it, then you bet your ass it is. Should I post #MeToo and try to find out who this girl is shame her, get her fired from her job, etc? Apparently so.
Rod links to a series of tweets by Cathy Young who makes some astute points on what we are unleashing:
On the other end, I’ve done similar things. I’m a firm believer in physical touch and slow escalation when mingling out in public – granted touching ones arm, shoulder, etc. If a girl didn’t like it, they usually moved away from me or in the very rare case would tell me not to touch them. That was the end of it.
So it comes down to that “permission” concept. The sexual revolution and it’s current sense of how any kind of sexual anything goes doesn’t seem to reconcile with how sex and human interaction works. Yet the irrational idea of “affirmative consent” is making its way out of colleges and into law.
It used to be a given that if you were with someone, even married to them, usually you didn’t need “permission” to initiate affection with them. Now this is under scrutiny, if not direct assault.
My wife doesn’t get “affirmative consent” from me when she wakes me up in the middle of the night when she’s feeling a sudden burst of passion. Sometimes I go with it, sometimes I end up pushing her off – both often in a semi sleep state which she tells me about in the morning. (In my defense, I have a high sex drive, but wifes is even higher.)
By the logic coming from these people on “sexual harassment/assault” every couple must be doing it to each other every day. Sometimes I’m tired and I don’t feel like having sex, but I oblige my wife who desires the release. Again feminists will find it border line rapey – diminishing the true horror the concept should incur within us.
We let this sexual “freedom” out of the bottle, but we never did examine those implicit parameters which guided it prior. We assumed the nature of the beast would be enjoyed in the same way it was before. Now people are finding out everything has to be “set in stone” to the point of killing how humans sexuality and romance actually occurs.
Now we are in for a turbulent unpredictable future – something that doesn’t bode well for allowing a society to remain stable.
The death of Jaxon”Jax” Burnette was one of those horrid incidents that transcends much of the current political and cultural climate. People really – and rightfully so – think child abuse is horrible. People were worked up. Groups were created dedicated to getting justice for Jax. So to that that end Facebook groups, comment sections, and all the rest shrieked in anger.
After that it died out – with a few shrieks here and there. So in this aftermath we need to do some serious adult talk time among ourselves and ask, “What have we learned?”
Probably not much. In fact, we will probably see this same story again, people will express their noble outrage, and then it is back to the grind. (I understand, I have a life as well.)
If there’s anything I’ve realized over the last few years, it’s that the desire to burn someone at the stake or throw tomatoes at the criminal in stocks has never gone away – regardless of how educated, enlightened, or progressive we have gotten.
We have this ravenous unquenchable desire – almost on the level that fuels our sex, survival, and hunger drives – to be able to point at “villains” and in the process allow us to feel better about ourselves.
“At least I’m not like that guy!”
We need to shame, pass judgement, and feel above them. Now in the case of Jaxon, those of us who aren’t abusing children are better than those who are not – at least on a moral level. However if we aren’t careful, we could easily be brought down low to their level. Most people don’t like the idea of that, so they remain perched in their high moral ivory towers.
They writhe with righteous anger and indignation, call for the abusive parents to be taken out an shot, and spout about how shocked they are that something this terrible could happen. Almost reminds you of how people change their Facebook profile to flag stripes of whatever country suffered yet another terrorist attack. Then they forget all about it.
It should make you question how much they actually care vs how much they wish to be perceived as people who do in their contrived sermons of indignation. A dirty little secret is that most people don’t truly care.
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The Mob Isn’t Really Interested in Preventing Child Abuse
The mob – righteous this time in their outrage – entirely missed the underlying factors which created the situations that led to the horrible tragedy that happened to Jax. No one wants to attempt to understand what was happening to his parents because they fear it will be misconstrued as excusing their vile behavior.
Most of the tips, hotlines, and advice out there are for AFTER-THE-FACT instead of focusing on early stages. It’s similar on how always focus on “healing” the patient, but never on the preventative care to help avoid the injuries, diseases, or conditions in the first place.
Raising awareness about child abuse is useless if we aren’t doing “real talk” with people close to us who have young kids as well. Because of the danger of social media shame mobs that could cost you your job and future prospects, no one who is about to snap from the pressure and lack of sleep will reach out for advice.
They don’t want to be shamed, nor admit that it’s much harder then they EVER thought it would be or that they had those horrid thoughts in moments of sleep deprived anguish. If we can’t talk about it without the worry of someone reporting them to CPS, then many of these stories will repeat.
Something I’m now just finding out is that no matter what you do, kids still cry – especially infants and toddlers. If you’ve done everything possible, just let them be. You aren’t a bad parent. Instead of trying to be super hero parents, we need to encourage those around us to take a step back when stressed. If you have to put your screaming infant in a car seat in the bathroom for 15 minutes and turn the fan on, so be it.
That stepping back is key to stopping yourself from starting down the dark path to child abuse. Preventing yourself from getting to that path can’t be understated. Just like in Fargo, you can avoid that final woodchipper death by never getting in bed with devious criminals in the first place.
When our second son Nehemiah was born, the hospital made us watch 3 videos about proper care for your infant before my wife could be released. One thing that came up was the case of Jaxon “Jax” Burnette
In conversation about it, a nurse told us that Missouri – where our second son was born when we lived there – had the most incidents of child abuse. Sure enough in 2013 alone, there were over 61,000 reported cases in Missouri of which 31 died. Most of the children were all under 4 years old – which is the stage where the most work, patience, and energy is required by parents.
(Note this is not a dig at “Fly-over country” or anyone from the South in particular. The child abuse epidemic is widespread.)
Dig back and harrowing stories pop up. Tons of other cases of shocking child abuse. I’m not talking about spanking a tantrum raging 5 year old or a mother slapping a disrespectful teen, I’m referring to REAL child abuse. Story after story. Some of the ones listed below were the ones that stood out most to me.
A 10 year old girl down to 32 pounds, locked into a closet wallowing in her own excrement in a modern day vicious twist on Cinderella. In contrast, her two sisters were well fed and cared for.
A mom beats her 17 month old girl to death and tries to pass it off as death from a spider bite. The terrible bruises around the neck, face, and the rest of the body would undermine her story to the point the police chief said it looked the girl had been in a car accident.
In Springfield MO – where me and my wife currently live – a 7 year old boy and 2 year old girl were starved, beaten, tied to chairs, and thrown down stairs. “The toddler was so malnourished, hair was falling out. She had scratches and cuts all over her body. Her feet swollen causing her toes to turn blue.” How did it get that far?
A 17 year old babysitter burned a 8 month old baby girl with a curling iron. Blisters were on her head, bottom of her feet, and all over her legs. To top it off, the babysitter then said the mom burned the baby girl further with the iron to shut her up.
What do all these cases have in common when you read through them? How did they ever get to this point?
“SCREW CHILDREN! That’s the mantra of the world. Instead of burying them with a national debt, shoving them in shitty schools, drugging them if they don’t comply, hitting them, yelling at them, indoctrinating them with religion and statism and patriotism and military worship, what if we just did what was right for them? The whole world is built on “screw children”, and if we changed that, this would be an alien planet to us.” – Stefan Molyneux
A lack of patience, self control, and selfishness.
Unfortunately, the millennial generation in particular – of which I am a member – is often too busy or consider our futures to unpredictable and unstable to have kids. Some still end up remaining a burden, even after they grow out of their infant stage – an indictment of our selfish culture that excuses it’s loathing for children by contrived hysterics about not throwing more money into education. (The home environment, not their school is where stability must be established.)
Still, despite various precautions babies happen planned or not. Thing is they either are born to parents often just one parent these days who don’t really want them, don’t want to adapt their lifestyle for them, or can’t be bothered to have the patience that those first few years of a child’s life demand in high volumes.
So what do we do about it besides shrieking and going back to our normal lives later?
Step Out Of The Shadows
We need to encourage those who are struggling as first-time parents without support to come out of the shadows and to open up. People will always judge, but plenty of us have or are still in the shoes of those who are new parents that are susceptible to “snapping”. Maybe part of it is pride holding them back from wanting to admit it to themselves.
New parents need to know that they can take a break for a moment. Leave the room for 20 minutes. Hug each other. Call a friend on the phone for support. Maybe even leave the car seat, bassinet, or port-a-crib in the bathroom with the fan on for a bit.
Frustration and Anger are powerful emotions.
Even those of us with the best self-control need to realize we are human and we have to step back at those key moments where you honestly just want to punch the wall, throw the bassinet across the room, or curse the day your child was born.
Step back. Realize what’s happening. Take a break. Yes, in case people try to misconstrue what I’m saying, child abuse is terrible and wrong. Let’s get to the root to help stop it before it bubbles to the surface.
I’ll give you a personal example from months back when my son was an infant. I had this logical desire to “fix” the situation and rational methodology to do it. Of course I forgot as I often do that babies sometimes will cry regardless of what we do.
It’s part of being a baby. (Start letting them self-sooth from a young age or they might not be able to sleep with you rocking them to sleep!)
I can recall being in a frustrated and utterly exhausted state. I shouted “Shut up!” at one of my boys. I’m pretty sure I threw an expletive in there.
Moments later after the frustration had been released, I’ll felt quite bad for yelling. What was it going to do? What were the implications in the future if I was setting an example for them from their earliest years that yelling was how you dealt with frustration?
“They are only babies”, I’ll realize again for the umpteenth time moments later. Just a few days before that, I was so agonized by my three month old son Nehemiah loudly and incessantly crying that I simply picked him up, put him in our bed, propped him on some blankets, turned on the fan to drown out noise, closed the door, and went into the other room to get away from it.
Eventually he fell asleep.
Plenty of people will think admissions such as this make you a monster. They don’t. If said people were honest themselves for once instead of trying to virtue signal some kind of moral high-ground to scold the rest of us from, they’d finally look in the mirror and see the truth for what it is.
None of this stuff comes from out of nowhere. It bubbles. It nags at you. It builds to the point where you are ready to explode. Well, we need to slowly twist the cap off. Recognizing you have a problem – as they say – is the first step to leaving that stage of denial.
We’ve become a society who doesn’t want to admit weakness because there are plenty of people who only seek your demise or exposing your pain for the rest of the world to judge.
Seeking Support In The Right Places
I’m trying to avoid being political with this post, but I’ll mention one detail. A close friend of mine mentions how Trump never apologizes for wrongdoing. I suppose he has a point. However, considering the current cultural and political climate, would you apologize?
“Just apologize,” they say. Why then does it seem an apology is never enough? In today’s polarized social media climate, unlucky targets either have to resign from their job, close their business, or much worse.
Side notes: Whatever you do – DONT post on social media the inner real thoughts you are having at the moment. People will go after you, despite having similar thoughts themselves in the past. Also DO NOT go to social services. I hate to say it but government employees and even hospital staff can’t be trusted.
You just never know if someone with a grudge will falsely accuse you or try to make your life hell. If some bored pranksters on the internet can figure out where you live and send prostitutes and pizza to your house, people with access to your private record can wreck havoc. Play it safe.
People don’t seem to want an apology. They want mob justice and vengeance in order to signal their participation in the fervor. Few things are deemed as bad as todays popular “ists” and isms”, but child abuse is one of them – as is the potential to become the one doing it.
Go seek the help, advice, aid, and support of people who really know you. Go talk to your close friends and family and tell them what’s going through your mind and how you feel like snapping sometimes. They’ve been through it and they can help guide you past it.
They actually care about you and you want you to become the best parent you can be. Of course they care about your kids and want the best for them, just as you do.
So much of the terrible stories of child abuse we see today all over the news can be pre-empted early. Let’s encourage people to realize and get the support they need earlier rather than later.
The tough early years of no sleep will pass. Right now its already being replaced with a new challenge for me and my wife; the constant requirement to watch them as our oldest Julius runs fast and grabs anything he can, and our youngest Nehemiah crawls.
Now we have to be more aware. Just the other day my youngest was trying to eat the rather large crumbs and food – a choking hazard for an 8 month old – left behind moments before my oldest son.
In fact my oldest now knows what “No” means and he either throws himself, gets angry, hits you, or all of the above. Yes, there is a difference between discipline and punishment.We now undertake this new adventure.
Godspeed for all you parents out there. Support and help is there.
For the last decade we’ve heard non-stop awareness rantings about how rape culture was literally everywhere.
It was in the gutters, Walmart, and in our very currency. Lecturer and preacher-in-chief- Harvey Weinstein, an outspoken champion of women, was there to tell us about our evil male rape desires.
Apparently so were all these other Hollywood actors, media personalities, and semi-plutocrats with lots of power and money telling us that “rape culture” was interwoven in the very fabric of our culture and lives. It reminds of me of that video where a girl was getting arrested and eventually resorted to screaming, “RAPE!!!!!”
Look at that list of Hollywood, media, and cultural movers and shakers who’ve been accused of nefarious sexual deeds and harassment. It keeps expanding by the day.
For them it was their way of life. Those bumpkins of us who rejected their screeds were labeled everything from KKK, MRAs, and Nazis to Misogynists, sexists, and patriarchal bigots who wanted anything “female” in the kitchen, barefoot, and pregnant. We just had no idea how terrible we were in comparison to where the sermons were coming from.
Surprisingly, all the problems they worried about all day and night were occurring, it was just that odious self-righteous attention was in the wrong place. It wasn’t university campuses where drunken students couldn’t remember if they “consented” or not. Nor was it the random creep patrolling the parking lots for a violent movie like attack. It wasn’t even that family member in small town america who likes guns and trucks where all of us misogynist bigots live that want to hold women down. Nope, not even the prisons where the term “Rape culture” actually came from.
It was them the whole damn time.
Credit for the inspiration for this post goes to a recent Aurini livestream in which they discussed Harvey Weinstein and the predatory actions of the Hollywood titan producer dropped a following thought bomb that got my brain waves going.
Rape culture was taking place where the people of power and influence were – Hollywood, media producers, ect. You know, where all that “A LOT of power+privilege” stuff actually exists. It was where the movers and shakers with their casting couches, freaky fetishes, and ability to turn people into stars and give them famed careers occupied in their luxury office and studios – for a steep price.
It was even in White House where outspoken fundraisers for progressives causes and politicians like Harvey Weinstein were cutting 10,000$ checks to Bill Clinton’s defense fund against Monica Lewinsky. Even his corporation was willing to tolerate his behavior by having his contract written in a way to allow sexual abuse. These sick degenerates were infected and spreading their disease from the top down. It’s an infestation.
Preaching from a high pulpit, they were banging the altar boy while accusing us of doing the same. For all the fundraising, donation to “victim” organizations, speeches for the decades, and media about stopping “sexual harassment” these rich movers and shakers were swimming in pools of victim tears for the modest exchange of a film role.
The mainstream and tabloid press who always tell us about how sexist we are had no interest in accountability when it came to gatekeepers like Weinstein. They were getting too much out of it. It’s almost as if these people don’t believe any of their equality and feminism screeds, but see it rather as a useful political weapon for sappy feminists hung up on tweeting pride for their abortions.
“But Weinstein had a knack for flattering reporters. He once had his staff put together a mock poster for “Page Six: The Movie” — starring George Clooney, Nicole Kidman, Russell Crowe, Mel Gibson and Matt Damon as the column’s authors — and sent it to the newsroom. “
“Unfortunately, everyone likes to be around glamour, right?” said Tina Brown, the veteran New York City editor who oversaw Talk magazine, a much-hyped but short-lived project of Miramax. “All these favors and goodies were cherished by these reporters. It wasn’t worth it to them to disrupt that system.”
Projection From Pervy Progressives
The very places it wasn’t supposed to happen – the most progressive and “feminist” in America – were cesspools of rape and sexual harassment. Well, these degenerate hypocrites were so consumed by shame and guilt they had to find “worse” culprits and punching bags elsewhere. So they projected it upon the rest of the populace to alleviate their shame.
These celebrity feminists and their creepy white knight male feminists allies in their twitter tirades projected that since actual rape and sexual harassment they couldn’t or wouldn’t discuss was happening in their ivory towers of progressive safe space feminism of all places, it had to be occurring probably much worse elsewhere in the less educated, too conservative, and non-enlightened enclaves of small town america.
Sure a few here and there spoke up about it, but thanks to settlements and non-disclosure agreements, the moist hushing would continue. While they were lecturing us about victim shaming and silencing, Barbara Walters would scold Corey Feldman for “damaging” an entire industry when he mentioned the abuse.
Too much money was at stake and Corey is male so his privilege obviously trumps the abuse. For years the whispers have gone back and forth about pedophelia in Pedowood and deliberate abuse of child actors. It was shushed away. Finally, it apeaars that the dam has burst and that more hypocrite fire-breathing paragons of virtue from Hollywood are to be exposed.
Harvey is just the first. He knows he’s about to be sacrificed to the bloodthirsty feminist aztec gods so in order to remind them of his humanity and his faction loyalty, he issues an official statement that attempts to gain atonement by referencing Trump and about how the NRA is going to be a blood sacrifice- for him raping and harassing women.
“I’m going to give the [National Rifle Association] my full attention,” Weinstein wrote, adding that he would establish a $5 million scholarship foundation at the University of Southern California for women directors.”
I’m sure saying mean things about the NRA is going to make those women feel WAY better. The nerve of this man and those like him. All the harassment of women that he derided and the women’s causes he championed are acceptable substitutes because he donated to democrats. It’s okay when they do it, but if it’s one us backwards to the right of Bernie types, then the SWAT teams need to be deployed to make us pay for our supposed original sins.
Notice their thinking; they can preach about “rape culture” while engaging in it, as long as they pay the necessary dues. It’s typical of these people. They portray a sympathetic heart that supposedly bleeds deeply for humanity, while undertaking all the fashionable and courageous causes. Of course they face little backlash from a supposed hostile majority populace who cant afford to lose their jobs with “brave” public posturing. In their esteemed private lives, it’s acceptable to treat people like dirt on a personal basis because they believe in group causes, not the individuals they belong to – or don’t when considering the rest of us.
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.
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.
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.
“The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.” – G.K. Chesterton
A while back, many in the anglosphere noticed that many of the notorious “PUAS” were reaching the end of their hedonic treadmills. For some like Roosh, they were entering a new season of life. Those of us who had discovered the Red Pill knew there had to be more. We realized that the West had to be rebuilt with a solid foundation and a legacy that couldn’t be based on hedonism, bashing feminists, or have an identity built on opposition.
At the height of my PUA days, I declared feminists as my enemy. They were degenerate, anti-family, and promiscuous. This was at the peak of when I embarked on behavior that was degenerate, anti-family, and promiscuous. My attacks against them were one way of relieving the guilt and discomfort of my own behavior, since most of the girls I slept with had to have feminist thoughts in their minds to allow me to gain easy sex. I was experiencing pleasurable orgasms with the enemy in the evening then writing about how bad they were the day after.
We were staring into the abyss and it was turning us. While pretending to flush the sewage, we contributed to it while calling the girls who put out easy sluts. What was the point at the end of it? Were we doing anything useful? Building the kind of culture and society that we kept pointing out was being destroyed, but deliberately contributing to its very destruction?
There is a next step. Some of us may not be able to to take it and for that I will not pass judgement. But those of us who can must, and so we have. I’d like to bring your attention to two new sites in particular that I believe are of vast importance to building that foundation – one that wont be built off bashing feminism, sjws, and a myriad of other things that ARE NOT in our immediate local context to effect.
A Kings Castle is what I believe is the next evolution of ROK, except it focuses on fathers and families. Those two subjects are essential for the stable foundation and prosperity of any culture and society. It’s staffed by multiple men who all are fathers and husbands who are doing their part to try and promote healthy family growth and life. Demographics is destiny and a demographic that is composed of strong families is what will build rise from the ashes of what is left of American culture. You’ll notice that the race obsession isn’t a part of that.
The other is Jacobite Mag. A particular article of theirs, “The Right Needs Joy” struck me. It argues the definition of Thomas Aquinas in that joy proceeds from love and the truest joy is ordered love that focuses on the very things that deserve that love. The following point is devastatingly accurate:
“This sort of joy is in dangerously short supply. Many on the right, especially those who identify as “Alt-Right,” spend massive amounts of time rejoicing in the pain of those with whom they disagree. The fact that videos about “libtard meltdowns” and “Butt-Hurt Crying Hillary Voters Compilation” have far more views than videos about Shakespeare, Alexis de Tocqueville, and Dante’s Commedia, should tell us something. Young conservatives and reactionaries, much as they flail their hands at the death of Western civilization and the loss of wisdom, do very little in the way of actually preserving the beauty and truth underlying this great tradition. If joy is truly a result of love, man must be very careful to develop the right affections in his breast. Right now many on the right seem hellbent on cultivating affection for dank memes rather than for truth, goodness, and beauty.”
“When not mocking, many give way to the temptation of defeatism, resentment, and self-congratulation. One of the clearest examples of this habit is the use of the “red pill” metaphor. While it has some communicative merit in expressing how fundamental many of the disagreements between progressives and traditionalists are, it is a troubling metaphor. It encourages a gnostic view of truth and happiness, in which only those who have seen through the fog of progressive brainwashing can recognize any meaningful truths. While I certainly agree that contemporary progressivism is a suicidal ideology, many virtuous, dedicated, and intelligent people ascribe to some part of it while still recognizing aspects of reality. Insofar as these people are living in the truth, they are able to properly rejoice in it. Meanwhile, many who rightly critique the emptiness of the progressive project fall into habits of resentment and unhappiness that actually moves them farther away not just from joy and charity, but truth itself.”
If we want to Red Pill anyone, we have to lead by example. How much joy can you have if your primary purpose is destruction and schadenfreude instead of laying down roots and a foundation? The Alt Reich could learn from this. Or they can continue their descent into blaming instead of building.
They’ve been consumed by hate. Instead of building families they writhe with hatred of jews, blacks, and whoever else can be blamed for why their life isnt what it shouldnt be. What a terrible way to go. They’ve missed what will really rebuild not just “whites”, but everyone. Yes, that includes our black brethren in the cities.
Stable families that show love, laughter, faith, truth, beauty, goodness, and a reason to get up tomorrow morning with a purpose and hope in life. We need to focus on what we can actually affect – the lives of those around us. This is done through families that can build up the community and the lives of those in our community. It’s probably the primary point that the authors of A Kings Castle will hammer home; focus on what we can affect instead of national politics and scaremongering.
That’s my son. Him and his younger brother will build a legacy that affects our families, friends, and neighbors. That’s how you Red Pill the world around you; by showing them how it’s done. We will outbreed those who so throughout endorse abortion and create a new foundation built on the shoulders of those who came before us.
We will build marriages worthy of remembrance and praise. Our children will rise to the top bringing those around them on the ride. The community around us will see our lives. We will live, drink, laugh, and not be brought down by the things in life we CANT control. There is a better way and we will show it.
I’m far from perfect – of that my wife will assure you. But damnit, I’m going to keep going forward and showing those around me that life is worth living, the future is worth building, and that even in the darkest of times and despair there is always a reason to keep going.