The “One Behind” Club

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Back in 1993, I worked for a school crew that poured urethane on gym floors for the district high schools and junior highs. It was a summer job for me, a way to earn money to go towards the next semester’s tuition. I was the only college kid on this crew of about 5. The rest were high school kids making some money to blow on booze or weed, or both. There was a supervisor over this crew of dipshits, and his name was Richard. Richard was about 35 at the time. He was dour, sour, scowled a whole bunch, called us dipshits and retards, and was a most unpleasant fellow to be around.

One day, right as we were about to take lunch in this sweltering gymnasium, I remember that I was talking with the high school retards, and we were talking about our favorite subject: Pussy.

I remember telling them something along the lines of how I turned down “some chick” because of reasons. I thought I was “smart” and that I was “cool.”

Now our supervisor, Richard, had already begun his lunch. He was eating a bologna sandwich and some chips and shit. He overheard our conversation and he stopped eating, looked up at us, looked me dead in the eye, and said, “Never turn down pussy.” He scowled and sneered as he said it.

“Why not?” I said.

Because you’ll always be one behind.” And with that, Richard went back to scowling and eating his bologna sandwich.

At the time I was 21 and thought I knew it all. The truth was, I had no idea what Richard was talking about. It took me until I was about 35 to understand what he meant.

You’ll always be one behind.

I don’t regret the money I didn’t make, I don’t regret the jobs I didn’t take, and I don’t regret the places I haven’t visited. What I regret, what still haunts me to this very day, is the women that I didn’t bang because I was naive, stupid, or both.

I’m not talking about the women that I made a pass at and they told me in one form or another, “thank you, but no thank you.” I’m talking about the women, who in some cases, told me point-blank, that they wanted to fuck me. And stupid me, I didn’t get the message until it was much too late. Too late to take them up on their offer. Too late to say, “Let’s go.” Too late to have another chance because that chance was gone forever.

That’s what I regret.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t dwell on it and I certainly don’t beat myself up over it, but it is my one and only regret. Like I said, I don’t regret the one’s that said no, I don’t regret lost job and money opportunities, and I don’t regret the places I haven’t been to. But I do regret not fucking those women when I had the chance.

I was talking with Swurv, Dante, Mish, Marty, and I think Jack Napier was still there too when “The One Behind Club” came up in our conversation. Don’t ask me how exactly it came up, but it did. All the guys had a gut, visceral reaction when I said it and what it was. All of them paused when I told them what Richard told me so long ago. All of them belong to The One Behind Club. It’s how Dante’s discord server got a name change.

I decided to write this post and hopefully you guys will see it and unfortunately, I’m sure far too many of you will relate to it. Far too many of you will be members of the One Behind Club. Can you “fix it?” No. If you passed up on a sure thing, a sure lay, you’re always going to be one behind. But learn from it. Don’t pass up on a good time again.

I have had a lot of sex with a lot of different women over the years and not one of them was “bad.” It’s like pizza. There’s no such thing as “bad pizza.” Just some better than others. Same with sex. I’ve never had a bad sexual experience, just some better than others.

You want to pass up a sure thing because of your morals, virtues, or something that someone else told you was “the way to go,” you will always be one behind. And trust me, you’ll think about it at some point, and you’ll regret it. Even if you never say it out loud to another human being, you’ll still regret it. You’ll always wonder. And it’s that wonder that becomes an itch that you can never quite reach, you can never scratch.

The Guilded Cage

Jack Donovan wrote about the Empire of Nothing in his books, The Way of Men, Becoming A Barbarian, and A More Complete Beast. And indeed we live in the Empire of Nothing. We live in a guilded cage.

If you live in the West, you live in a guilded cage. Sorry, not sorry, but it’s true. Unless you want to “ex-patriate,” give up your citizenship, and basically never come back, you live in a guilded cage. The United States of America is one the countries that require you, as a U.S. citizen to pay your taxes to Uncle Sam, even if you live in another part of the world, earning a living in a different currency. Tell me again how “living abroad” is so freeing, bro.

The truth is, if you live in the West, you have always lived in a guilded cage, from the time that you were born.

Something financially came up for me recently and I’ll be able to pay off my mortgage. I will officially be a home owner. Except I won’t. Sure, the bank won’t be able to come after me, but the One True God, the State, still can.

If I don’t stay current on my property taxes, the State can come in and seize my home, my property. It’s been that way for as long as I have been alive.

You can “squat” on “public” property and get away with it for awhile. You might even be able to pull it off in private sectors as well, but in the end, the State can and will eventually show up with force, since it has the monopoly on violence, and it will remove you from that property. Let me know how that works out for you, bro.

And it’s been this way ever since I have been alive.

Welcome to the guilded cage.

Now I might sound a little bitter about this, and if I’m being completely honest, I am a little bitter. But there is nothing I can do about it except accept it. I truly don’t “own” my property, none of it really. Not even the vehicles and “toys” I have purchased over the years. If I want to continue driving my car and motorcycles without the State impounding them, I have to keep the registration on each of those vehicles current. Welcome to the guilded cage.

You were born in a guilded cage and if you stay here, at least in the West, you will die in a guilded cage. I honestly can’t imagine that it is any better in any other part of the world. Sure I might actually be able to own some dirt in a third world shithole somewhere, but I’m trading dirt for something else. It might be something like being able to criticize the government without fear of retribution from the government. I might be able to own a patch of dirt somewhere else in the world, where I could pass it down through the generations, but good luck in having plumbing and clean, drinkable water.

I find it amusing when people squabble online about “property rights and ownership.” You don’t own it and you never truly will. Property taxes. Keep that in mind. Don’t pay your taxes and tell me how that ultimately works out for you, bro.

With all of that being said, living in a guilded cage isn’t terrible. I have clean, drinkable water. Consistent electricity. I can run my mouth here online as long as I don’t call a bundle of sticks a bundle of sticks. Even then I can do that as long as I don’t target a specific person. I can’t really complain to be honest.

Like Jack Donovan said, and I’m paraphrasing here, “You live in the Empire of Nothing and there is nowhere to go. You can’t escape it. So carve out your life inside of it. Do what works for you and thrive from within.” Like I said, paraphrasing. Everything else is irrelevant.

This is why I don’t get caught up in outrage anymore. I can’t do anything about it, and honestly it has no direct impact on my meager, little life, so who cares? Why bother? Life is too short.

Besides, most of the bullshit you see online is only happening online. I go outside into the real world and the great majority of people out there didn’t get the memo that we are all going to die any day now and that men and women should be and are hating one another.

So while you are arguing about “muh freedom,” realize that you have never been truly free, ever. Not for at least 70 years or more. You have been living in a guilded cage.

And honestly, do you think you could truly survive in a world where you had to be totally accountable for yourself, your health, and your safety? You think you could be truly self-reliant?

You truly think you could? Really? Interesting, bro. Tell me more.

A Whisper Is But A Storm.

Jack Napier got suspended from Twitter recently for saying naughty things to sensitive people apparently, but according to him, it was by design. While he has been away from Twitter, we have still stayed in touch via Discord. He sent me this wonderful link: You Don’t Need a Wife, Just a Blowjob.

Whisper, from TRP subreddit, back in 2018 penned this gem. He goes on to talk about why he has such a hard-on for TradCons. He summed it up beautifully as I see it. Especially the part about kids.

I don’t have any children (at least none that I currently know of) and I’m good with that. I came to peace with the knowledge that I don’t and won’t have children. How can I know what I’m missing out on when I have never had it? Being a father is a foreign concept to me since I have never been a father. My own father mentioned something similar to me a little while ago:

“I have no idea what it is like to be a grandfather, since I’ve never been one, so I have no idea what I’m missing out on, or not missing out on. I can’t miss what I have never had.” And this is coming from a man who just recently turned 72 years old.

I could maybe understand it if I had children and then they were taken from me in some fashion. But since I’ve never had it, telling me that “I’m missing out,” means nothing to me. You might as well be speaking to me in a foreign language.

Back to Whisper though, and his post…

They’re not offering to save society for you. They’re demanding you save it for their kids.

This one resonates the strongest for me. It’s the one that causes the most visceral reaction inside of me.

Here’s my own thoughts about it:

Fuck you and fuck your kids. My lunch is more important to me than they are.

I’m sure your precious children are your world and everything in it, but to me, they are nothing. In fact, they are worse than nothing. They are a drain on my finances via taxes. I pay those taxes like the “good, responsible citizen” that I am, but don’t think that I like doing that, because I don’t. You brought them into the world, you take care of them. But you want me to “save society” for your children? I would rather watch you and them both burn. Nothing personal.

Whisper finished his article with this sentence:

The only person with your best interests at heart is you.

Amen, hallelujah. Literally ’nuff said.

The only person with your best interests at heart is you. If Mictubis is reading this, and I’m sure he is. Pretty damn sure, he can start furiously masturbating with what I’m going to say next.

What do you want?

Keep that sentence in mind when you see men and women talking to you about “us” and “they” and “we.”

Who is “us?” (Motherfucker?)

Who is “we?” (Motherfucker?)

Who is “they?” (Motherfucker?)

The only team that I am on is Team Me. As are you. That doesn’t mean we can’t “get along” and “form alliances” and be “friends and buddies,” because we can. We can “align our current interests together for mutual benefit,” but keep in mind, I’m going to be asking you an unspoken question, as you’ll no doubt be asking me. “What’s in it for me?”

As a side note: I’ve been drinking as I have been penning this post, and something in my buzzed haze resurfaced. Something that I said to some guys in the Discord a little while ago.

I don’t remember exactly how the conversation got started, but I do remember saying that there were things that I had bit my tongue on. Things I held back on. When asked why I had held back, my answer was because I felt that the majority of guys in the Discord, and on Twitter for that matter, were not ready to hear this particular message. Some truths are better left unspoken for those that cannot or will not hear it. I would rather keep certain things quiet so that more people will benefit from the things that I do choose to say, rather than alienate them with some rather unpleasant realities.

Today is a different day for me though. Today I “woke up and chose violence.”

Here’s what I said:

Just because I like you bro, doesn’t mean that I won’t fuck your girl given a chance, while you are mememing on the internet.

I vaguely recall this being my answer to something about the “Bro’s before Ho’s code” or some other sort of nonsense. That’s because your “Code” isn’t mine. Oh don’t worry, I do in fact have a “Code,” and if you have been paying any sort of attention to what I have said on this blog, or in any of my videos or any of the livestreams that I have participated in, you’ll see it and hear it. I do have integrity, just not your integrity. I do have morals, just not your morals, and I’m certainly not the morality police.

To quote Dave Mustaine of Megadeth:

“Whaddya mean I ain’t kind? Just not your kind.”