The Next Red Pill: Building The Family Legacy

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.

Note Roosh’s startling admission a few months ago that goes to show were he is now:

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.

See this happy face?

@makaylaarianna gave Julius a donut. It went everywhere. #toddlers #boys

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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.

 

The Alt-Right Failed To Purge The Nazis And Now It’s Too Late

Charlottesville has been all over the news for the last few days and it’s big. It’s been on almost every Facebook feed expanding to people who aren’t even very political.  A common theme emerges.  The  Alt-Right = Nazis.  All those Nazi Larpers in the background with their swastikas, armbands, seig heils, and all of that nonsense have tainted what the alt-right could have been; what it should have been – an alternative to Neocon weak conservatism.

At this point, the Nazis and the  Hitler “lulz” trolls can have the label.  Perhaps critics were right all along and Spencer’s supposed claim to the label ensured it was doomed from the start.  Perhaps that’s all it was: a bunch of race obsessed, jew hating basement dwellers who were literally consumed by hate. (I tire of the Jew hating – oh and by the way – I found out I’m part Jewish!)

We’ve been trying to highlight for ages how vicious and dangerous AntiFa is. While they haven’t killed anyone and it’s probably a matter of time, some demented mentally unstable nazi wannabe did.  He deliberately murdered a woman with his car in ISIS fashion.  That’s all people see, and it’s all they will see – even though there is more to the story.

They wont see the vicious AntiFa violence there. They won’t see how the VPD not only stood down, but deliberately herded the “UniteTheRight” protesters into the path of AntiFa.  Sure enough, the police would vanish and leave the two groups to fight it out Gangs Of New York style.  This alone implicates that the authorities in heavily urban democratic cities are essentially cooperating with AntiFa. Shocker. I am Jacks complete lack of surprise.

Instead of seeing any of this, people see what was obvious – actual Nazis throwing up salutes, chanting “blood and soil”, and the works.   How can any sane person look past actual Nazi flags and not associate who ever else was there with being a Nazi.  Instead of kicking them out, you let them in.

We on the dissident right wanted so badly for the Alt-Right to become something – such as an actual alternative.. Now it’s done. Finished.  Left to what appears to  be actual damn Nazis. You wonder how foolish, stupid, and ignorant of history these people have to be.

When I looked at the Alt-Right, I thought the Nazi Larpers were a small minority, just like the AntiFa are with the progressives.  Obviously they would be purged just like Conservatives of the 1950s purged the John Birch Society

I was wrong.

Obviously Nazis must be denounced, even though the  left isn’t going to denounce AntiFa – who have communist sympathies and ideology. (An ideology thats killed 10s of millions.)

I enjoyed their trolling, the hilarious memes, and even chuckled at those terrible jokes that triggered the easily offended progressives to the point of Hillary herself reading them to a national audience.

They were the new 1950s conservatives and and all of us in the Dissident Right sphere were the rebellion fighting against a cruel evil empire.   “It was the left’s turn for their sacred cows to be violated!”, we all told ourselves.   We were the new anti-establishment. But that’s all we were.

What The Hell Have We Been Doing?

Rebels. With barely an articulate cause, because the “normies” weren’t worthy of wasting time for the  glorious explanation from the budding Hitlerites.  That’s what the 1488 Larpers insisted in their glorious socialism.  We all thought they were just in it for the “lulz”.  Instead they eventually believed their lulz. It became part of their identity.

Wasn’t building white identity supposed to be about building one that isn’t based purely on opposition and hate?  How about redeeming the very concept from the popular mainstream slurs and showing it as something that isn’t about “supremacy” and superiority, but about simply being proud of your ancestors, heritage, and legacies they have built?

Instead they memed and kept whining about how their aren’t enough white babies, all the while refusing to bother to even take the first steps to attempt to create a family and make more of them!  Apparently the inability to do that was the fault of “minorities”, Jews, and mixed mongrels like myself.

Yes, we all have been saying that demographics is destiny – both on the left or right. It is.  We in the Dissident Right and the normies at large must outbreed the left who keeps murdering their babies in the womb. Encourage the feminists to keep doing it.

Yet you ignored core strategy and the public schools indoctrinating the kids we do have.   Instead of throwing your weight behind men like Vox Day – someone who I disagree with on various matters -who are creating alternate platforms, you rallied to Spencer, Anglin, and other malcontents who were outright disasters for the Alt-Right every time.

You ripped on the men who actually tried to create families by marrying women from overseas for their horrid race mixing while you jerked off in your damn basements.   You stomped on Christendom and called for a return to paganism, ignoring the fact Christianity is what built European identity and made it great.   Well, you can have your weird cultish occult symbols, your rabid blinding hate, and blaming of everyone else for your drug epidemics..  That’s surely and identity that we need.

Their irony turned into sincerity as Common Filth pointed out.   It was with a horrid shock that we realized they actually believed all these things. They really did loathe blacks, jews, and minorities to the point of revulsion.  The hate had consumed them, their glorious Nazi identity and white identity based almost completely on opposition to others who were to be blamed.

Kind good hard-working immigrants don’t exist in their world.  Mixed people are somehow tainted.  Diversity regardless any valid reason is always terrible. Hispanics are all criminals. All black males are criminals. My personal experience working and being around all these “minorities” are all apparently anomalies.  Yeah, okay.

Let’s get real here.   I have mixed race family, and I’m not just talking about my moms side and our Armenian halves.  My half-white/half-black cousins are twice the people than any of these Nazis and  supposed White Nationalists are. If push comes to shove, their well-being is my priority.

How’s that for punching right? How does it feel after you shits have been punching right every damn day about how we didn’t blame the jews enough or were too cuckish?

Instead of pushing truth, beauty, goodness, and the Christian roots which made Western civilization, we ignored the Nazis as best we could.  It’s now to our detriment.  They were never the alt-right.  But with one protest that accomplished nothing, they took the label and burned it like the KKK did a cross.

Dickey Spencer claims victory while Baked Alaska may never see again and Heather is now dead.  Antifa or not, she’s dead.  Alex Fields who hit her, scared or not, will be raped in prison.  Lives have been lost and ruined for Spencer to have his “leadership” moment.

Forget the label. He can have it as well as some “peaceful” ethnostate he’s wants to work toward while somehow “peacefully” removing “non-whites” from their homes who have been living there for generations.  That’s not evil at all.

We Should Have Been Bold

It should be OBVIOUS that any movement that doesn’t purge Nazis is a non-starter. No sane person will have anything to do with it, let alone should.  Instead of that purge, interlopers in the Alt-right and even some in the Dissident Right decided that somehow “Nazis” were on the right.  Somehow, someway those in the Alt-right actually believed the leftists propaganda of the last 50 years that “Nazis” are somehow right-wing.

You know, despite all the totalitarian and authoritarian positions that are held by many leftists today.  Jonah Goldberg made this point abundant in “Liberal Fascism“, but they couldn’t be bothered with it because he’s a jew.   We aren’t punching right.

The Alt-Reichtards were never “right” to begin with.  Just because AntiFa is their enemy didn’t mean they were our ally.  This was constantly lost on people.  The enemy of your enemy is not always your friend, as so many people in history have realized by the end of a sharp spear.

What many of us in the Dissent Right failed to realize – myself included – was that many on the alt-right, particularly the White Nationalists, didn’t have any actual “identity” besides opposition to SJWs, BLM, radical feminists, and “anti-racist” progressives, etc.

Yes, we all didn’t like how “white” had become a pejorative and that white people shouldnt be ashamed or need to check their privilege.  This came from mixed race people like myself.  That should have been the sign.

As the Z Man pointed out,

Put another way, if being pro-white is only going to mean anti-black or anti-Jew or anti-Asian, then it is never going to be a useful identity group. It’s just going to be the nullification of other identity groups. That’s not a movement with a future, because it’s definition lies outside its control. It’s why feminism is curdling into a home for barren spinsters. It’s just a list of grievances. In order to avoid that fate, white identity is going to have to be a positive identity that defines itself, independent of the rest of the world.”

This is what the movement has turned into.  Constant blaming of Jews, Blacks, and every other group under the sun.  Those racial purists couldn’t even realize that not only do historical demographics constantly change – like they always have, but that it’s changing right now.  George Zimmerman was labeled a “White Hispanic.”

Articles are being published by crazed feminists about how lighter POC need to check their privilege or else they risk becoming white.  It probably won’t be long until mixed race individuals are thrown into the category.  (Remember that the Irish, Italians, Greeks, etc weren’t considered white until the 20th century.)

Despite this, they decided it had to be the core tenant. Insanity. Then the White Nationalists among us decided that Nazis were somehow acceptable, even though the Nazis historically didn’t mind killing and trying to subjugate the Greeks, French, Slavs, and Russians.   They weren’t even about bloody white supremacy!

Western European identity has been dying. Instead of figuring out why, blame was placed solely on blacks, jews, and all those other marginalized groups instead of where it should be: the heretical French Enlightement and the secularists that destroyed the foundations and burned the roots of what made Europe great.

Seriously, ask yourself? What is actually left preserving in Europe. A new identity will be born, but it won’t be one that can’t exist without other groups around to blame to fuel it’s existence. Christendom which built Europe is already being rebuilt in Africa and South America.

While you’ve been raving and ranting about their IQs, Christianity has been transforming the area. There are already more Anglicans in Africa, than in the rest of the world. The next pope will be African.  But no, you couldn’t get past the racial element.

Yes, we were with you for limiting immigration, securing the borders, diminishing the destruction wrought by globalists elites, bankers, and self serving corporations. We were with you in the fight to stop the feminist annihilation of the relationship between the genders and the nonsensical victim crying of social justice.   We were with you to fight back against political correctness.

We even tolerated Spencer’s vicious attacks and disdain of Christianity while ignoring the insanity of a “white ethnostate” in the US.  We sympathized with the vicious attacks wrought upon people branded “white” on a daily basis by progressives.  I will teach my sons (75%) white to be proud of their heritage, who they, and to never apologize for any actions of their ancestors.   I will however teach them the difference between Nazis and pride in who they are – something you couldn’t do.

But you had to let the Nazis larp with you.   Well, enjoy your label.  The people going out there to punch Nazis certainly will.  The label is toxic because you let it become so.

Signed a saddened member of the Dissident Right.

Do You Know Your Neighbors?

A lady on the morning news is a few streets down from me showing everyone the prevalent and widespread flooding from recent vicious storms. She talks to a few people nearby I’ve never met before.  Two of the girls want to drive through a newly created pond to grab breakfast.  Another guy is closely watching his half submerged house for flooding in critical areas.  I don’t know any of these people, yet they are my neighbors.

Why not?

Another day, another Trump headline.  Some shootings in Chicago again.  Crazy stories and revelations on the Drudge Report about a Russian lawyer no one’s ever heard of.  CNN with shady coverage.  Cringeworthy topless feminists trying to break up a Woody Allen concert.

Virtually every story I come across that I give attention to has no effect on my daily life.  I “know” so much about what’s going on all over the world and nation, but just until today, I had no idea how bad the flooding damage was in my neighborhood and in nearby towns.   In fact, I barely know what’s going on in people’s lives.  Yes, I am busy creature with my wife and kids, but it’s far easier to share a Facebook status or meme than it is to get involved locally.

Plus I get to virtue signal to my own group that I’m woke.  I’ve done my duty for the day and can avoid paying any more attention to the depressing hitsquad media circus in the current year.  Of course, I’m able to do this because my life isn’t terribly hard at the moment.

I used to think that the majority of Americans are apathetic to the “important” stuff happening in the world and nation – and to some extent I still think that’s true – but how much can you care about riots in Berkeley when your basement is flooded and everything you had down there is trashed?

We often ask why all these sheeple don’t care about all the important stuff we know is important, but why should they? When I worked third shift, it was a second job for most of my co-workers. They were working 16 hours a day and sleeping maybe 5 if they were lucky.  They didn’t have time, and anything they did wasn’t going to be spent worrying needlessly about things they couldn’t affect.   Is it really apathy when they barely have time to sleep?

Is it really Apathy?

Time is the ultimate resource, and for all the time I and others bitch about nonsense happening on College campuses to celebrities lecturing us, none of it matters to someone who is spending all their time trying to pump water out of their basement.

I and many of us in this dissident right sphere have ignored our neighbors for national issues.  We’ve ignored the struggles, trials, and chaos that plagues those around us to formulate musings, observations, and rants about feminism, social justice blatherings, and vacuous journalism.  Say what you want about guys like Jack Donovan, but at least he’s creating his own tribe with which to live his life.

I’m back in Illinois – and looking at moving to Wisconsin the future, and I can’t help but notice that people don’t have time to care when shitholes like Waukegan, Zion, and North Chicago are filled with the hopeless who can’t find jobs, drug pushers on the street, and people begging you for money and cigarettes on every corner.  Regardless of whether you loathe or hate Trump, he has no idea who you are and isn’t going to bail you out of your shitty life situation. Neither obviously will his critics.

We keep looking for political saviors to improve our lives, but we find none because the national is never focused or concerned on the local – even more so for your smaller towns.  Washington DC doesn’t care about you. Chicago doesn’t care about the small towns in the rest of the state.  (There’s a reason urban and rural concerns and voting is so different. )

If we want to convince people to care about  the problems that face our future, we have to make their future one that is worth living for.  The friends you make are the ones that will hear you out because they know you, care about you, know the investment you have in their lives, and they know you are going through the same crap they are thus forming a mutual identity.    No one REALLY cares about those that aren’t like them or in the same plight.

Mark my words, this is what will drive a new cultural class identity – not race or ethnicity.  Anyone with brains already knows that there’s little worth preserving in France, that Japan disdains foreigners, and that Europe’s problem’s didn’t come from refugees, but from the terrible bitter fruit of the cursed French Revolution and Enlightenment.  But no, let’s blame the Jews and blacks.

Yea we can be woke with our statistics about true crime, but until communities are rebuilt, it’s pointless virtue signaling to our own crowd and arguing with people online who have never met us and consider us loathsome deplorable chem drooling hicks from the Appalachians who apparently deserve to die.

Online persuasion with irritable keyboard happy strangers is a fool’s errand.  Until they meet us face-to-face, their hatred will always blind them to the fact that the suffering of people who aren’t a “minority” or marginalized group actually matters.

Stop going to fight AntiFa in Berkeley or some other peaceful, prosperous, and devoid of poverty liberal city.  Focus on your neighbors instead.    If AntiFa tries to show up to where you live, then fight them there – hopefully with locals and neighbors who don’t care about politics, but see AntiFa as invading scum who are the Fascists they claim to fight.

We want to be on the frontlines “making a difference”, but the frontlines are our OWN communities. That’s where the war has to be “fought”, where it’s always been fought, and it for sure as hell isn’t for those who troll mercilessly on twitter with no attachments to a communities people in real life.   It’s for those who are willing to strain their backs, babysit their neighbors kids, and actually get off their damn smartphone and learn that actual face-to-face conversation is what builds trust, community, and stability for the foundations of the future.

Online Movements Are Nothing Without Local Community

Ask yourself, how much do you have in common with those in online communities besides overlapping parts of your worldview?   If you perished tomorrow, would you be missed? Would articles be written? By no means should any relationships and friendships formed online be denigrated, but are your forming quality relationships with your neighbors?  If a Ferguson erupted in your town, your and your  frantic neighbors would share the same terrifying situation.

What’s left of the Alt-right is already proving to be narcissistic feuding degenerates all wanting a piece for themselves and to rule it from their arm chairs, while throwing each other under the bus.  The online presence is often just that; online trolls to personalities either spamming books, asking for patreon donations, or meming from sun up to sun down. (I won’t denigrate the meme aspect of the culture war.)

Just as most of us pessimistic types realized, online movements are often corrupted into some warped version of themselves – as the white nationalists among us make clear daily as they obsess about race, race, and more race.  Often, I’m wondering if they are just as bitter as the BLM types and what the hell is worth preserving of “white” culture – whatever that means these days besides materialism and perpetually shopping till you drop.

What the alt-right originally undertook – the forming of an identity that could rebuild the crumbling foundations of Western culture – has instead been subverted into a shallow identity of “opposition” to the left.  Rather than offer up real solutions – with the exception of Vox Day – it’s been reduced down to infighting, blaming, “big government is great if it helps whites”, and ramblings about IQ.

As Davis Aurini points out regarding the eventual subversion and death of online movements:

“Take a group of people – any group of people – and if they lack an explicit purpose for associating, as well as a command and control system to make sure that purpose doesn’t waver, their identity will eventually boil down to the lowest common denominator.  And the lowest common denominator for any group is usually the fact that they’re not that other group.  Their identity will become something reactionary and negative; by defining themselves as the opposite of that which they oppose, they will eventually allow that other group to define who they are.  Often enough, their opposition will do the same thing.  Soon enough, you have two groups who are mirror images of one another, fighting one another, and whatever principles or goals that might have started the two groups, are quickly reduced to nothing but slogans, and their former leaders are vilified for holding them back from the fray.”

Even the proposals that do come forth such as Spencer’s white only ethno state aren’t just bad ideas, but will never happen.  That of course assumes “white” will mean the same thing in the future as it does today – which means it won’t.  What are you left with?

A local community from which you and your neighbors will build an identity. Take everything you learn online and apply it.  Avoid repeating the mistakes of your “blue pill” self.  History is a great teacher and one that we must constantly come back to for lessons that have stood the test of time.

Our focus must be local.  You can’t address your neighbors worldview when his house is falling apart and he doesn’t know where the money is going to come from for his next mortgage payment.   Desperation is all around us, but often we are blissfully unaware of it.   We forget that the most eager “converts” are those whose lives were previously in shambles, yet now are starting to emerge from the slime and grind of daily life.

No reformation, societal overhaul, or prevention of the fall of what’s left of Western culture will take place until it transforms local communities.  Online movements are constantly prone to decay, and ours is no exception.  The Neo-Reactionists in our sphere may write as obtuse and high church like manner to keep out entryists and subversion, but they likely will be left behind in their own bubble never pushing the Overton window.

To believe in anything, you must see it impact you and those around you.   It is far better to live in happiness with your neighbors then to write in malice toward strangers on either coast.  The former will always be with you, while the latter you will never meet. Perhaps we can make the “change” Obama disingenuously never intended.

Six Things I’ve Learned as a Husband and Father

Six Lessons Early On As A Husband and Father

You Will Need A Support Network

I can’t understate how important this is -especially when your kids are infants and need a lot of time.  Many families often relocate to where they can get work.   What’s crucial is finding a job where you have family or close friends available that can give you a leg to stand on in hard times, but can help babysit when you and your girl – in my case wife – desperately needs a break.

One or two people wont be enough. People get busy – often when you really need them – and you will need a wide network to ensure it doesn’t happen to you.  They say it takes a village to raise a child, and when you have two boys that are 10 months and 4 days apart, that couldn’t be truer.  Your family, her family, friends, everyone.    People we know have bought us diapers, clothes, even carseats and strollers.  Without that help, I don’t know what we would have done.

You want to avoid daycare at all possible costs, but to make ends meet these days, often both parents will have to work. It’s essential you have family, friends and GRANDPARENTS nearby who can babysit and help out.  If you aren’t able to have one parent remain at home with your kids, your family and close friends are far more nurturing and key to your kids success later in their lives than a daycare will ever be.

Lots of babysitting needed there.

With three months left of our lease, our babysitting situation and inability to get the support we needed caused us to uproot and move back to Illinois and in with some close friends of ours.  Now, with my parents nearby, my mom can give us babysitting whenver we need it.  This has been essential to both me and my wife getting work and being able to pay off what’s left on our lease back in Missouri.

Again, if you don’t get support, taking care of your kids in their infancy will become an exhausting burden, rather than a blessing and your marriage will be strained as a result.  Me and my wife have had plenty of small fights over problems created by exhaustion and the lack of people to help us out.

The fact my mom will babysit at any point means that I can finally take my wife. We can go to the Warped Tour and see her bands. A night out at the drive-in theater becomes a reality, instead of a fond memory.  We can never forget what brought us together in the first place.

Swallow Your Pride

Alpha this, alpha that. If you are an “Alpha”, you should have some pride and confidence in yourself and the decisions you make for you family.  However, when you screw up, don’t let your pride get the better of you.  If you can’t keep a promise, plans blow up, or you legitimately end up causing your wife grief – apologize.  Own it.   You are a man.

I must admit, I’m a stubborn prideful bastard.   So when I’m wrong, it’s hard to admit it.  Your wife will respect you if you are willing to admit and own your mistakes.  Key here is that you apologize when you screw up – not just apologize for her mistakes or to make her feel better. Only apologize when you do something wrong so it’s significant when you do.

Admit when you are wrong.

Just do it.   This one of the rare times, “Man up” should be said.  If you want your wife to apologize for the mistakes she does – and not blame you for them, you will have to lead by example.  I absolutely suck at this, but lately I’ve been trying to own any actual mistakes I make.    When it comes to raising my sons, this will be key.   They will look at my example and see if I do what I preach.

Now this doesn’t mean that you should roll-over.  (My wife even admitted she’s glad I don’t do everything she says or wants.)  If you have to battle, pick your battles and stand your ground when needed.

Manage Your Time

It’s so easy to be lazy and not make use of your rare downtime. I get it, but when things are tight and time is of the essence, do something useful and productive.  I love my video games, but the demands and needs of young sons come first.   This means keeping on top of giving them baths, getting them fed, changing them, and watching my oldest as he scurries around trying to touch and grab everything. 14 months is indeed an active age.

For instance, I want my wife to be satisfied with cheap easy to make food – which she usually isn’t.  To make it easier, I’ll have to spice it up, do the small things, and actually learn more about cooking. ( I work from home.)   I’ll also need to do whatever cleaning and stuff needs to be done.

In fact, there was a faucet that had to be replaced.  I had to get some extensions for the water supply valves to reach the faucet ends, but I took forever to get around to it because I was lazy.   We needed that faucet ready to go. I finally did it, but far later than I should have.

Luckily with that SUPPORT NETWORK that I mentioned earlier, time is a bit easier to manage when they boys are being taken care of by my mom and I’m able to get whatever I need to done around the house that me and my wife are staying.

Me and my wife have sex every single day.  That’s no accident. We ENSURE we have the time – that and my wife demands it with her high drive.  No matter what happens that day, we MAKE time.   If you really value something, you can and will do the same without excuses.   This also means that I have to stop making excuses for not getting things done that I should.

Laugh, Love, Live

These are great slogans, but people are usually either too busy or self absorbed with life to actually participate in these.  A great support network will help enable you to actually live life.    The house me, my wife, and the boys currently live at is the home of my best friends parents who are like my second parents.  It’s very similar to living in a multi-generational house and the benefits are immense and tremendous.

We actually talk to each other over food.  Laughter, great stories, and that noise of “happiness” can be heard constantly.   We are never “Bored”, unlike so many people.  There’s always something going and someone to hang out with.  Great conversations occur. Often friends and grandparents are over. Board games, bonfires, barbecues outside are staples of our lives. Beer taste better when you are enjoying it with people you love.  Having a Wii with Mario Party and Brawl is suddenly a phenomenal thing.   We are our own Brady Bunch.

My best friend’s family had four kids and my best friend and his wife have a 3 month old son.  (I’d like to think we inspired them to get going) We are going through almost the same stage of life. The naive dream of me and my best friend hanging out with our wives and raising kids is actually happening.  I feel like I’m living my own version of Second Hand Lions.   It fills me with joy everyday and makes me look forward to waking every morning.

All this makes it easier to raise our two boys with the love, help, and input that my best friends family gives us. I’m constantly learning new things as a dad because of it and me and my wife fight MUCH less than when we lived on our own in Missouri.

One interesting realization is that there’s other people who can hear those fights, so we have to mediate our differences calmly and quickly.  It prevents arguments from blowing up into nasty fights and has allowed us to get needed space and conversation with others in the house to take our minds off it.

Regarding that love part; the daily sex that I mentioned earlier helps resolve those fights and constantly bond us together to overcome if either of us have had a bad day, her emotions are at a low, or just our libido is going crazy.  It also boosts her confidence in herself and her body – very necessary after having two kids back to back.

When my wife’s particularly cranky,  she’s mentioned how she has a stick up her ass and that she needs sex to get rid of it.  Sure enough, it works every time.  Never forget that little fact when you wonder why she’s mad at you for no reason and you can’t logic at all with her.

Do The Small Things

1. We can be great at having the big picture in mind, but it’s the small details and living of our daily lives that makes all of that happen.   It’s those small conversations, memories, and emotions that shape our futures.  It’s easy to let the days blend together until you can’t remember what you did last Thursday.

Do something small each day to make it different.  Tell you wife you appreciate what she does.  Make her a small gift, come up with a quick movie list, and tell her you have a surprise for her – just don’t tell her what it is to the last minute. Never let that spark of romance get lost in the gritty routine of life. Make a date night each week.

2. Plenty of fights me and my wife have gone through were often because she wasn’t feeling “loved”. Every time it comes up, I think to myself, “Seriously?”  Simple stuff like saying, “I love you” in the morning, a kiss when she wakes up, a sincere compliment here and there. If she’s looking really good during a moment of the day, TELL HER SO.  You’d think that she knows you already love her and think she’s beautiful, but she needs to be reminded of it.  She needs your validation and appreciation.

Go beyond her outward beauty and look to her as a whole. It’s easy to see what your spouse does wrong – especially during arguments, but you often forget to compliment and appreciate what she does right.  She needs to know everyday that she is making you happy and that she is worth it.  Appreciate your wife for the great mother that she is and that the effort she puts in everyday.

You can do it

So many men have become jaded and believe that marriage isn’t worth it and fear losing any kids they do have to divorce and eventual child support via a vicious ex.   The risks are there, but the rewards of choosing a life you want to live are there as well.

I don’t make much money.  Neither does my wife.  But with that support I keep shouting about, anything is possible. You don’t have to be financially “stable” – most of us won’t be for years to come – and in your late 30s till you can get married and even think about kids.   Against the current grain, I would advise getting married young and having kids.

It’s far easier to deal with the responsibilities of kids when you are young, then when you are in your 40s and your back is killing you. You also enjoy the wife of your youth in your prime when you are full of energy, hope, and that “spark” that seems to fade as people age.

That essential support network can let you live a life worth living.  Be your own man and if a family is what you desire, don’t look back.  Keep striving forward.  Even though I’m new at being a dad, my boys already have an advantage – they will grow up with a father who loves them, will lead by example, and will always be there.

 

 

 

Playing Pretend Men With The Perfect Persona

So many internet tough guys out there tell us how it should be done, how we will change the world, and what Utopias we can envision in a pleasant future.  This assumes we’ve gotten over our addiction to schadenfreude to begin our monk like meditation.  It’s an addiction worse than heroin for anyone with a smart phone, twitter, and too much time on their jealousy soaked hands.  Eventually it breeds a toxicity that you feel yourself drowning in.

Matt Forney and Aurini made this point in a recent stream and they are absolutely right about the detox that we all so desperately need to start.

The problem is that’s it’s everywhere.  Zombies with an addiction to digital flesh from internet controversy, gossip, and virtue signaling every which way to settling for rants, mudslinging, meme trolling, and the occasional cat video.  Everyone rants about problems, but the thinkers coming up with solutions are left in the web traffic stat dust. Yet again, those who are doing the legwork won’t be likely appreciated until they pass from this mortal coil.    Rather we prefer staying in our choir rooms as it preaches to itself for the umpteenth time.

That flesh the zombies consume is fed by a source the Luddites never could foresee – the very internet itself.  The web is every sci-fi writer’s greatest fantasy; a shockingly easily wielded tool capable of great good but also terrible evil.  No, that’s not even enough of an attempted literary description to give you that vivid picture that should haunt your smart phone attached fingers.

Will we take a break?

Toxicity from it spews everywhere.  It’s hard to avoid.  Gutters are our everyday walk. We love to see the outspoken fall, but we cry deep tears when it happens to us.  Most of what we stand for is often based on telling others what trash they are.  While our opposition may be trash, it tires us out. We know there must be more.

Yet it’s brought on by ourselves.  We are soaking ourselves in this toxic insanity.   People are burnt out.    Politics has just turned people even more jaded liches of themselves, but is burning people out.  Take that hint and take a break.  You can step away and it will all still be there when you get back.

Be careful, life might leave you behind.

Our addiction to information overload is fueled by a desire to always be in the moment and NEVER miss out.  By the way our culture looks these days, it’s stronger than sex.    What flurry of information we pick to fill our heads with says alot about us.  We dont just allow, but get high off constant distraction.  As Neil postman predicted, we are amusing ourselves to death.   The addiction almost killed Andrew Sullivan.

That distraction is better than taking action.  We can yell from our arm chairs with the latest bit of constant 24/7 gossip and stupid feminists to laugh at, instead of doing anything to create that famed shire culture we frolic about.  Laci Green said this and a Jezebel article said that! Who cares. Does this gossip like debunking of progressive nonsense actually do anything? Schadenfreude is amusing, but isn’t there more?

What Are We Doing?

Creation requires effort, risk, and a departure from swiping on tinder and trying to game girls with low self esteem at bars.  Any kind of rebuilding or simply building anew of a culture and worldview that wont’ shatter at the foundations means our goals have to be about solutions rather than the rants and criticism that are so easy to vegetate on.

So why are we here in our corners of the manosphere and alt whatever?

We are here to help men who want to be helped to lead better and more enjoyable lives.” – Lizard Of Oz

If this is truly our goal, we are in serious danger of losing our way.

Even on our much revered forum of the manosphere, so much of the talk revolves around laughing about the pain of progressive SJWs, fat feminists who are LITERALLY slowly eating themselves to death, and women who too late realized that their corporate jobs didn’t care about them when they considered having a family.  Instead…“HAHA! Stupid bitch deserved it!”   Poetic justice I guess. On to the next one.  Is this really our high?

Hell I recall an article by feminist Julie Bindel who was worried that feminism was in danger of becoming toxic  – a point it’s far past – because of how vicious it’s twitter army had gotten.  That toxicity – though from an entirely flawed and vicious worldview can be seen in our own pastures as we lob grenades into their trenches.

Sure it feels good, but in the end, what are we doing to help men become better?  To get out of their predicaments? To help rebuild the shattered teenager getting out of highschool whose feminized teachers ensure he will be a virgin into his 30s and end up stuck in that “anger” phase, even if does find the red pill?

We need to detach from the venom before it’s all that’s left of us.

At the core we forget the human element of all of this and that you can catch far more flies with honey than with vinegar, even if that vinegar burn is as entertaining as Mister Metokur’s takedowns.  Case in point is a Kid Strangelove post on Matt Forney’s site:

So invite you, my dear reader, to make a commitment with me. Let’s all be good guys. Let’s try to spread as much care and joy to other people as we can. Let’s be good, positive human beings. Because it is through this goodness that our message can spread and become more accepted. It is through this goodness that our message, our stories, our lessons, will have a new audience. It is through this goodness that we help our fellow man.”

Our addiction ends up being to the vinegar. It’s sad.

We have to detach ourselves from the digital monster, before we become it.  In fact, this is a fate that is being seen across the spectrum.   I’ve made an effort over time to do just that. Every day, I’ll just take in the scenes around me, the flush of chattering voices, smiles, roars, and the attempt of people to just get through their day.

What I’ve realized makes me somewhat ashamed.

Broken people. Everywhere.  It’s just that the online addicts have it the worst. Even when they venture into that sunlight, their thoughts are consumed digital anticipation.  Their friendships based around ideologies that could deliver betrayals worse than Judas.

It’s no way to live.

At some point, I just want to help them.  I know these people in real life. Their online pitchforks gleam in the blood red moonlight, yet when you see the downtrodden looks in their faces after a tedious job they hate has gut punched them yet another day.  Longing for something as real as the feeling of sand sifting between your fingers.

At some point, I long for healing.

Hopefully sooner, rather than later.  Look at where we are at in history and you’ll notice we are in a downturn in the cycle. This open nastiness and toxicity we see is just merely part of the beginning stage.  It will get much worse. Hopefully some of our “enemies” realize that when shit in the fans, they are just as human as we are.

Now I as well as the rest of you are sick of being attacked day in and day out by liberal types, hit pieces from the media, and virtue signalers who throw us under the bus rather the risk the “wrong” associations.   Thing is there are tons of them out there.  You can’t really do much to swim back up against the current.

What you can do however is reserve your own grenades for those who attack your friends, family, and the men you choose to stand with.  Always stand by them through the darkest of times and reserve your attacks for those who come for their livelihoods.   However, for the rest of those around us, enjoy each day as it comes.

Living Up To Your Potential is Uncomfortable

“Continuous effort – not strength or intelligence – is the key to unlocking our potential”. – Winston Churchill

Plenty of motivational words have been blathered about “Living up to your potential.” It’s almost abstract at this point. Perhaps the above quote from the brilliant and witty Winston Churchill may be an exception.

We serfs often get used to a daily routine – one that’s very comfortable. While we bounce between loving and hating it depending on whether we are enjoying life, we don’t want to quite upset that balance.

It’s why we settle for the status quo, both on a very individual scale when we are grinding out our day jobs, and simply want to relax when we get home. Living up to your potential is hard.  That continuous effort…  well, I really want a beer and to Netflix and chill with my wife instead.

Of all of the above, I’m guilty.

I work a job with commission opportunities with a low base hourly rate of 9$ an hour. Often, they are happy that you just show up, because so many people don’t when it comes to call centers.

I’ve lasted over 9 months at my job – which is apparently great when you look at turn over rates for call centers. Still everyday I’m at the edge of quitting and walking off.

Because I have a family to provide for, I can’t do that. However instead of applying to new jobs, I just lay back at home when I get off and relax. It’s easy. I want to unwind.

The next morning, I wake up and curse having to get ready to go back to a job I often hate. I’m my own worst enemy, a glutton for the punishment of a comfortable routine.  I’m my own worst enemy.

That’s me.

I actually like my co-workers and both of the managers I’ve had. I just can’t chance not making commission during checks when my family is desperate for money.

Based on that alone, I should have already gotten another job. But this one is easy. I know the systems, the unwritten rules, what flies and what doesn’t – all of which take a few months to learn. I don’t want to start over and get… uncomfortable. Anxious. Unsure of exactly what the expectations will be.

Clearly, I’m hindering my own potential. I’m comfortable in my job routine while hating and loving it every day.  I know so many other people who are afflicted in this same devious manner. But we are too lazy and “comfortable” to do anything about it.

We bitch about the status quo, but content ourselves in it’s comforts. I talk big and loud, but my stick is very small.

This all comes down to willpower.  An honest thorough self-reflection would indicate that I’m lacking that department, or that I pick and choose.  If it’s easy, I’ll leave that comfort zone, but if it’s hard I’ll certainly stay.  Of course this means that my motivation will be lacking as well.

Quintus Curtius calls this Transformative Mental Change  when he talks about the Foundations Of Motivation and that its needed if you want to make a step in the right direction harnessing that willpower – or at least building it.

“This source of motivation comes from an internal decision that we make.  We consciously decide that we want to improve ourselves.  We consciously decide that we want to begin the process of forward movement.  At some point, we become tired of the old patterns and wish for a change.  We wish to push ourselves into new vistas and regions of exploration.  And before we do this, we make a decision.”

You would think having a family to provide for would give me that mental tazing  and wake me from my lackadaisical slumber, but it hasn’t yet.  That desire to do more – still lacking. Have to buckle up. I wonder if it’s an aspect of maturity that I still have to attain – a level of responsibility that has to be shouldered.

The appreciation isn’t seen right away, but the fruit will be seen in full later.  Perhaps I’m too much a creature of immediate satisfaction, rather then a player of the long game.  Again it’s another part of living up to Potential. You want to be all you can be.

If one really wants it, they will grab it without excuse. In a world where excuses are rewarded, I suspect this is why it takes people a long time to finally leave their comfort zone. Why would they?  If they live off the government dole, there is no incentive.  If they live at home and can still have their girlfriends overnight, why bother striving to better themselves?

Then again, if the system is rigged – getting that dollar too much in the next tax category, it may be a symptom of our society in general where the hardest working end up being the most penalized.  This is not an excuse, but an observation.

This is not a call to be someone else, it’s a call to be the best I can be. We take a lot for granted – specifically our continued and assured situations. We never know if calamity, death, joblessness, the loss of transportation could send us to the streets.   It’s almost as if we are living paycheck to paycheck.

An assured, prosperous, and at the very least – safe – future should be planned.  That planning and needed drive have to be used at some point. Sooner rather than later.

How Mass Data Creates Scripted Social Interactions In Daily Life

Ever wonder why half the people you talk to when you want to buy something sound like they are reading off a script? It’s because we are.  When I answer yet another mind-numbing phone call at the call center I work at, I have SCRIPTED responses to people regardless of their questions or what they want.

Often, most of these agents have no idea actually solve your problems because all customer service cubicle clones are half-assed sales agents per company orders. They’ll read some scripted utterances off the call flow, and if they are doing their job description, pitch all the products the company has to offer. Forget the actual customer service part.  Usually it’s done poorly because it’s hard to sell to people when they are flipping out that their bill is wrong or that their internet doesn’t work. Still if you don’t pitch, you’ll see the back door of shame peons.

Remember hearing that word “Recommend”? 

It’s the most powerful word in sales, and 80% of the time that you’ll hear it, the buffoonish liars using it don’t know their head from their ass about what they are recommending.

Yet consumer sheeple fall for it all the time. Why is that?

Must follow script.

Because Experts recommend, and people who “Recommend” must be experts. In Weimerica, experts are the modern priests to always be trusted. They whisper directly to the American gods of pills, shitty products, terrible parenting advice, and diagnosing curious kids full of energy with ADHD.  The equivalent skepticism showed toward those religious Sky god believers has yet to be applied to our priestly expert class. Hypocrites, the lot of  you.

We ask mandatory “discovery questions”, and regardless if you have TV or want a landline phone – most people don’t – we will be sure to “Recommend” and “suggest” that people get that triple play package, even if all they wanted was internet.  My favorite rebuttal that they use is that if you call 911, they will know where you are right away.

Sounds like a great reason to pay 30$ + whatever phone tax there is.  That’s assuming we get past the numerous amount of customers who are set on cutting the cord and replacing cable with Sling, prime, Netflix, or a host of online options.   I can only appeal to a customer’s inner escapism so much to overcome the, “I’m not at home enough to watch TV.”

But back to that call flow, because if we don’t, we aren’t following the call flow – and that’s a diabolical naughty.

In a shocking twist, even if our sales numbers are insane, the company doesn’t care if we aren’t following that magical flow they invested time and money in perfecting. 

Saying that call center scripts are harming your company would be like saying that smoking is bad for your health.

This call flow that must be followed because millions were spent by the company I work for paying data analysts to examine how to trick that extra 5% of people into getting a landline.  Even our attempts to “connect” with our customers are superficial, bordering on soul sucking.  The interaction starts with the following drudgery literally anyone can do and that’s the damn point. For instance:

Thank you for calling **********!  My name is __________.  How can I help you set up your services today?

Assume the sale.  The first lesson in sales.

Once again my name is  ______________. Who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?”

I’m reveling in pleasure over here. I don’t know you, but I’m thrilled to talk to you. I’m your friend, not some random sales person. Feel at ease.  You can buy products from me. You know you want to.

May I have a phone number that we can use to reach with information about your ********** services?

Notice that last word? Services. If you give it, we can spam you with calls later – assuming an order is placed.  It’s dressed up in perfect legal speak.  Like everything else. We are a litigious cursed society filled with lawyers looking to make a buck either on the lawsuit or consulting basis to avoid said lawsuit. Brilliant.  My personal favorite that I have to read off  EVERY DAMN order is:

Can I use the phone number you provided for marketing related information and messages including updates about your installation appointment?

95% of the time this works. If I thrown in a “In case we get disconnected”, its basically 100%. Then again, my vendor’s client doesn’t like that because it gives a bad implication about our service.  What a joke.

We are speaking in riddles and people only solve the part of that riddle that we allow them.  Purposeful misdirect. We are magicians of the illusion. A handful of times people don’t want to give out their numbers because they are only shopping and ruining my numbers – pun intended.  Besides that, this statistical manipulation of the human psyche works wonders. It’s disturbing if you think about it deeply.

That last part of the statement is perfect. It gets you  to focus on the upcoming service you are about to get and not the fact we are going to send you lots of mail. It’s again perfect from a legal stand point, and I’m sure whatever part of the budget they blew on that precise wording has to be followed to the letter.  Can’t have that money go to waste with all the job slashing these days.

The irony is that sales is one of the few jobs you can’t automate away.  If your products sucks in comparison to the competition, silver tongued devils will be needed to ease your worries and present it in just the right way to overcome your objections.

 

Robots can’t rebuttal based on the customers needs – yet.  Corporate still tries to tell to pitch on “Value” which translated without bullshit = “Our products sucks compared to competitiion and is more expensive.”  Again, you might be able to put the right spin on shit, but its still often shit.

Everything and everyone is a damned statistic when it comes to that shit.

People automatically assume manipulation is a bad thing.  If it is, everyone is doing it all the time – specifically all those corporations and governments no one really likes. Every sales agent is being slowly converted into a PR spokesperson, complete with stripping your personality away.

Anytime you buy anything off the phone, a script must be followed to provide the barely legal spin on what the product is supposed to do.  Phrases like Up to“,as much as“, and “enjoy” grab your attention away from the rest of the underhanded mind trickery that is occurring.

Imagine doing this everyday for at least 8 hours.

Your sanity starts to degrade. I don’t even necessarily dread going to work, but answering the next call and saying the same thing – again. Humans weren’t meant to be robotic automatons, but we are a liability for corporations in that finely tuned machine.  You just  never know what we might tweet next, let alone say in confidence. Hell, we don’t even know where all this data gathering itself is gonna lead!

I received a reject from our esteemed quality department where call center agents who are rejects go to feel good about themselves and trip on a limited power high.  Apparently me joking with a customer about their internet speeds being so fast they should rent some to their neighbors for a monthly fee was “unprofessional”.

So much for connecting with your customer.

Humor must be eliminated, as should actual human connection. That call shouldn’t last over 15 minutes, regardless of what has to be covered in disclosures for quality purposes.  What I find fascinating is that so many of the big wigs and head honcho managers haven’t been agents, let alone spent time on the sales floor taking floods of calls.

Despite this they still dictate what should be said and what we can say.  Half the sales techniques I used to use were essentially banned because my vendor’s employers thought that it gave off the wrong implications.  Placing a pending order – a sales floor staple – gone because some number crunching high up types want to tweak those percentages.

Big data cant analyze those variables. Neither cant the scripts we are supposed to ramble in accordance with. But hey, as long as we cover those legal bases and do some pseudo connections with our customers?

Well, this ended up being a rant.

Remember My Armenian Ancestors By Never Giving Up Your Weapons

Who, after all, speaks today of the annihilation of the Armenians? – Adolf Hitler 

In 1911 The Turks passed a national gun registration law with no apparent malicious intentions  beyond increasing public safety – an argument we’ve heard before. When the  Armenian genocide began in 1915, these gun registration lists were used to disarm the Armenian and other Christian populations.  When they came to slaughter us, we were helpless.

“Turkish Army battalions cordoned off entire towns and villages and did gun sweeps. Once disarmed, the official state violence visited against the Armenians ratcheted up to murderous levels. Typically, on town-wide sweeps, all of the men and boys were taken away by the Turkish soldiers, never to be seen or heard from again.”

We have no Auschwitz. No memorial exists for us.  Mention of the genocide is illegal and can get you shot in Turkey who deny it took place. They back Armenia’s enemies throughout the region, ensuring it’s isolation is complete. Iran is neutral without any intention of backup. We remain a diaspora of survivors scattered through the world.

Even those of us who remain in our homelands of thousands of years that were conquered by the Ottoman and Seljuk Turks and now make up modern Turkey are at risk of losing everything again. Our Muslim neighbors will desire to finish their conquest.   It will never stop haunting us.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=548lD5SvERk

A few years ago, Turkey’s president, Recep Tayyip Erdogan, threatened to “deport” the remaining Armenian citizens in Turkey. Last year, he called “allegations” that he had Armenian blood “ugly,” insisting he was a “purebred Turk.”

With a mere scoop of your hand you can find our remains, bones, and skulls in the Der Zor desert.  For Armenians who make the journey, it’s a painful one.  To this day, most of us can’t trace our family histories.  The Turks destroyed our churches where we kept our records of marriages and family tree – usually the first step when you want to remove the history of a people from the earth.

“My heart is like shattered homes and broken pillars thrown asunder . . . Wild birds will nest in our ruins . . . Let me throw myself into the water and be food for the fish’s babies . . . White waves lap upon the black sea about us and do not mix . . . In this melancholic, bewildered state, what can my darkened heart do?”   Lyrics translated by Armen Babamian from “Homeless” (Andouni), composed by Gomidas Vartabed in honor of Armenians broken and exiled by the Genocide

IF you want to remember and learn from the Armenian Genocide, make sure you are never fooled into supporting gun control, no matter the excuse.  You might be a protected class today, but tomorrow could hold you a criminal.  There was no one to come to our aid during the genocide.  Reports and coverage were suppressed as much as possible by The Young Turks, thus most of our destruction had already been completed by the end of World War One.  It wouldn’t just be us.

It happened to the Greeks, the Assyrians, the Copts, and countless others in the Middle East and Anatolia.  Islam became a unifying factor in those who wished for our genocide. Promises of virgins for those who killed Armenians in the name of Allah were given.  A headline from 1915 shouted the following, “The caliphate wages jihad against Christians. Victims are beheaded, crucified, and burned alive. Christian girls are sold into slavery. Centuries-old monuments are destroyed by jihadis.”

Of all the peoples of Christendom, our suffering and slaughter may be the worst, though the Greeks, Copts, Assyrians, Syrian Orthodox, Chaldeans, Lebanese, and other peoples of the middle east and northern Mesopotamia have suffered over the centuries under Islamic rule.  Of course we haven’t forgotten how the people of Balkans fared under their Ottoman rulers.  Even the local Muslims of the area lent their hand to murdering the Christians around them:

  The degree of extermination and the brutality of the massacres indicate extreme pent-up hatred on the popular level. Christians, the so-called gawur [also giaour or ghiaour] infidels, were killed in almost all sorts of situations. They were collected at the local town hall, walking in the streets, fleeing on the roads, at harvest, in the villages, in the caves and tunnels, in the caravanserais [an inn with a central courtyard], in the prisons, under torture, on the river rafts, on road repair gangs, on the way to be put on trial. There was no specific and technological way of carrying out the murders like the Nazis’ extermination camps. A common feature was those killed were unarmed, tied up, or otherwise defenseless.

All possible methods of killing were used: shooting, stabbing, stoning, crushing, throat cutting, throwing off of roofs, drowning, decapitation. Witnesses talk of seeing collections of ears and noses and of brigands boasting of their collections of female body parts. The perpetrators not only killed but humiliated the victimsIn several instances, decapitated heads of well-known Christians, such as Hanne Safar of Midyat and Ibrahim the Syriac priest of Sa’irt were used as footballsIn Derike, the Syriac Catholic priest Ibrahim Qrom had his beard torn off and was then forced to crawl on all fours with a tormentor on his back, while others kicked him, stabbed him, and finally cut him to pieces.

Virtually every deportation caravan and village massacre was accompanied by serial mass rape of the women. Young girls were abducted as sex slaves and children as household servants. Even when they were not killed outright, the women were often stripped of their clothes. The homes of Christians were broken into, plundered, furniture smashed, windows, and doors removed, set on fire. Sometimes a survivor had little to return home to.


The number of perpetrators of the local massacres was staggering. Apparently the local officials….or the local politicians…had no difficulty in motivating the populace for extermination. The officials established death squads from middle-aged Muslim men. National Assembly deputies…agitated among the Kurdish tribes and even managed to get notorious outlaws…to cooperate in return for loot, adventure, and a promise of amnesty. On a few occasions, Muslim women were present, for instance…at the public humiliation of Christian dignitaries, but mostly the perpetrators were males. There were literally thousands of perpetrators, most of them locals.

 

Left to rot after being slaughtered

Most people never learn from history, if they know it at all.  Countless times governments, conquerors, and masters have taken away the weapons of a people. What usually followed was slaughter, massacres, and genocide with little resistance.   Still the buzzword sleazy calls for  “reasonable common sense gun control” rain down from incel politicians, CEOs, and elites with armed bodyguards who are clearly more important the rest of us.

If only they knew how it felt to be disarmed and defenseless. If it were their entire families being subjected to genocide, surely they wouldn’t make the usual excuses for gun control we hear from Elizabeth Warren, Al Franken, and many other progressive US politicians.

“It couldn’t happen here!”  Many a people have heard that before.

An attempt to tell this story was finally brought to the big screen this April via a movie called, “The Promise“. Of course detractors rose to 1 star the movie on a massive scale.  Upon the initial three screenings, 70k+ reviews – impossible when you consider the limitations of seating – were posted on IMDB.   The Turks still are gunning for us even online

“All I know is that we were in about a 900-seat house with a real ovation at the end, and then you see almost 100,000 people who claim the movie isn’t any good,”

How many more fucking people have to be slaughtered after being disarmed till we take the lesson to heart?  I am forced to consider those who support radical gun control measures – regardless of reason or excuse – with the same potential level of threat that the Turks behind the 1915 genocide wrought upon us.

 

 

My Armenian ancestors who were disarmed, disposed, and then sent into deserts to die when they weren’t slaughtered enmasse in their villages and on the way to death are yet again forgotten.  In fact, their slaughter is still a point of great contention and denial to the Turks and Azerbaijanis who stole our land, subjugated, and conquered us many times over just the last 500 years. (Note, Azerbaijan was even a country until 1918.)

The US is still afraid to press the issue as it won’t risk losing Turkey as a Nato ally. Yet again, our Armenian people catch the bad end of geographic diplomacy, not to mention an actual border war still being fought with Azerbaijan over land that has been ours for a thousand years. Again, we are isolated with no assured backup.

“Recep Tayyip Erdoğan, Turkey’s president, publicly vowed on Sunday to support Azerbaijan “to the end”. Turkey has no diplomatic relations with Armenia, a rift dating back to the mass killings of Armenians by Turks towards the close of the Ottoman period. Erdoğan is also at daggers drawn with Russia over its support for the Syrian regime and Turkey’s shooting down last autumn of a Russian combat plane but he is unlikely to intervene militarily.”

Still, we are resourceful people determined to survive. My great grandfather Tarpinian made his way to the US.  He began a family when he saw a picture of my great grandmother in an orphanage where she had been saved from rape and death by the Turks.  Upon seeing this picture he sent her letters and eventually a wedding dress.  They would be married with few possessions, but love and a determination to survive and live for those had been killed in the genocide.

My great grandmother actually came over illegally.  She entered the US via Buffalo, New York from Canada.   Four generations later, our family is all over the states and we are assimilated Americans who love our heritage and people, but are loyal to this country which gave us hope, safety, and a reason to live.

I am a 4th generation descendant. Half-Armenian and a mix of other European heritage.   If there’s anything I’ve learned from the history of both sides of my family, its that government can not be trusted to necessarily protect us, let alone slaughter us.  You never know when your enemy will take the reigns of power.

While the old government may have been neutral, if you have been disarmed of your rights and your weapons, you are at a great risk.  Never again. I will repeat it;  I am forced to consider those who support radical gun control measures with the same potential level of threat that the 1915 genocide wrought upon us.

Supporters of gun control mean well.  History however never does when it comes to the victims.  Don’t let yourself even become a potential victim. Learn from our genocide.  At the very least, targeted groups in the future will stand a chance of defending themselves and their family.  Just look at what insurgents have done in Iraq and Afghanistan have done with Ak-47s.

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Bad Habits Start Young – My Teeth Really Hurt

No, its not that bad

THE PAIN!!!! It’s hurts so damn bad.

Severe tooth pain makes you want to perform unsupervised amputations. Crying and screaming while rolling around in your bed now seem more probable. You don’t even care about the same – so much so that you are that close to using that pair of pliers. To hell with all the blood you will need to clean off your baisch floor.

Because of bad habits as a kid, and did I have a lot of bad ones – like rarely taking care of my teeth, let alone brushing them,  my mouth is filled with various cavities and now two broken teeth just waiting to act up.  I have a few teeth extracted and it looks like more will follow.

Thursday night was bad, but I snuggled up under my blankets, and slept off the pain.  Friday night I was not shown such mercy and no amount of Ibuprofen was going to make that pain go away.  I was going to need something stronger. More on that in a second.

Cavities and broken teeth don’t make you go, “Oh that’s beautiful!”.  Good people recoil in shock and horror at such nastiness.  You now know why I never show my teeth when I smile.  Seriously, I don’t show my teeth unless I’m drunk and I’m not aware that my pearly yellows are exposed to shocked onlookers.

A previous dentist actually thought I was doing drugs because of the amount of cavities. I can remember her saying, “Cmon, what is it? Meth?” Nope, just rarely brushed teeth that stand to make you a considerable fortune. No, I’m not a meth head, tobacco chewing addict from the Appalachians and I don’t intend to give that impression off smiling with a toothless grin.

Why can’t getting dental work done – that expensive stuff like root canals, crowns, etc have a similar approach you’d find at a hospital.   There, even if you can’t pay and have no insurance, they still treat you. Sure you’re medical bills will be insane and your credit will be screwed for life, but that flashy smile will land you a gig showing others their teeth just aren’t white enough.

Like most millennials, I should blame my bigoted ist and ism parents who don’t check their privilege enough – specifically my mom.  Well, it’s not her fault. She tried and I just got lazy.  Maybe I wasn’t disciplined enough for my bad hygiene, but hindsight is hindsight.

Over the last 3 days the pain I mentioned has  been excruciating. I couldn’t even sleep at a point. I now understand why people commit suicide – something I have no intention of doing. The pain can be that terrible.

Currently, I have a cracked tooth as well as an impacted and decaying wisdom tooth that causes terrible pain for the left side of my mouth.  I’m rough and tough and wait these things out, but Saturday it was too much.  I went to the ER, got a referral for a dentist, and got some Percocets which I’m currently on right now.

Tuesday came around and I got that extraction. Now I’m on hydrocodone to manage the pain of it.  The older wizened dentist extracted my wisdom tooth in about 3 minutes after he shot my mouth full of lidocaine or whatever it is.

Honestly with my teeth having been killing me these last few days, I’m still lucky.  How’s that?

My mom is staying with us for about two months to help us out with our two sons.  Them being 10 and  1/2months  apart is the primary reason.  I’m lucky I didn’t have to get up in the middle of the night to do a feeding for our 6 week old son Nehemiah  with my teeth in such pain I can barely stand.

My sons should never feel this pain. I won’t let them.  From a young age I’ll make sure they are brushing thoroughly so they never have a mouth as ramshod with cavities as their old man.

For years I’ve pushed off my dental issues – usually due to a lack of money or dental insurance to pay for it, but I didn’t bother to use mouthwash daily and be brushing constantly to stave off even worse dental wrath.

Don’t be like me kids.  Watch those horrific cavity videos and recoil in fear and horror at those google images. IT can happen to you!  Except you won’t get pregnant and die. Lessons must be learned.

1. Discipline from a young age forms good habits

2. Don’t relent. Your kids will thank you when their teeth aren’t killing them every night.

 

– Tales from a cavity survivor in pain.