Idealism

This was the first poll

Definition of ideal

 (Entry 1 of 2)

1a: of, relating to, or embodying an ideal: ideal beauty

b: conforming exactly to an ideal, law, or standard PERFECT an ideal gas— compare REAL sense 1c(4)

2a: existing as a mental image or in fancy or imagination only broadlylacking practicality

b: relating to or constituting mental images, ideas, or conceptions

3: of or relating to philosophical idealism

4: existing as an archetypal idea

ideal

noun

Definition of ideal (Entry 2 of 2)

1: a standard of perfection, beauty, or excellence

2: one regarded as exemplifying an ideal and often taken as a model for imitation

3: an ultimate object or aim of endeavor GOAL

4: a subset of a mathematical ring that is closed under addition and subtraction and contains the products of any given element of the subset with each element of the ring

I did a two-part poll the other day as I wanted to see what people would be willing to die for. Check out the screen shot above. Twitter would only let me have four options total, and so I had to combine a couple of the items into one item each.

What got me to thinking and ultimately doing this first part of the poll was a scene from Full Metal Jacket.

In the scene, a couple of soldiers had been killed in combat. The main characters of the story, Joker, Rafter Man, Doc J, Animal Mother, and a couple of others were standing around the corpses, paying their last respects.

Rafter Man: “Well at least they died for a good cause.”

Animal Mother: “What cause was that?”

Rafter Man: “Freedom?”

Animal Mother: “Flush out your head gear new guy, you think we waste gooks for freedom? This is a slaughter. If I’m going to get my balls blown off for a word, my word is poontang.”

When I did this poll, everything except “poontang” is an ideal. Social Justice is an ideal. We can’t hold it in our hands, we can’t touch it. We are going to disagree about what it is and what it means. The same can be said about Duty and Honor, and God and Country. None of those things mean the same to everyone. You can’t touch or hold any of them, you can’t take them home with you, except in your head.

A lot of people replied to my first part of the poll asking why “Freedom” wasn’t on the list. At the time I had forgotten about that one and I didn’t want to cancel the poll all in order to do another one. I have a feeling that had I done that, even more people would have voted for an ideal that they would be willing to die for. Yes, our beloved freedom is an ideal too. You can’t touch it, taste it, hold on to it, put it in your pocket and take it home with you. In fact, I’m positive that what you define as freedom is going to be different from my definition of freedom.

When the poll ended, I put up a new poll the next day:

Second part of the poll

I know that there were more respondents to my first poll than my second poll. I’m not claiming any sort of scientific analysis here. I’m sure that there were people who voted on one poll and didn’t vote on the other. I’m sure that some people voted on both and probably voted consistently. However, the difference here is exactly what I thought it would be.

Throw pretty words at someone and they will side with it. Use a nebulous term such as “ideal” and nobody wants to die for an ideal.

And yet you do.

You are willing to die for social justice, duty and honor, god and country, and the beloved freedom that didn’t even make it into the original poll. All of these things are ideals and nothing more.

I chose “poontang” not because pussy is the be-all-end-all, but because it’s tangible. It’s something we can all agree on what it is. Everybody knows it when they see it. We can touch it, taste it, feel it, and in a tongue and cheek sort of way, we can put it in our pockets and take it home with us.

The only other reply that I saw in my first poll that made sense to me was being willing to die for your family and children. Your family is tangible. They are your flesh and your blood. When it comes to children they are your offspring and the future, so I get that one. All of the others are just words. Container words to be exact. None of them have any inherent meaning except what you give them, and what duty, god, country, honor, or even freedom, is going to be different for you as compared to me.

Politicians, persuaders, cult leaders, sales people, conmen, grifters, and all sorts of others that may not have your best interests in mind know this. The question is, do you?

Not according to what my two non-scientific impromptu polls indicate. Most of you are willing to die for something that is nothing more than a word, a container word at that. An ideal.

I don’t consider that there was a “right” or “wrong” answer when it came to these polls. You die for whatever you want to die for. I know for me, if I’m going to die for something, it’s going to be more than just a word with some feelings attached to it. I’m going to die for something tangible.

“If I’m going to get my balls blown off for a word, my word is pootang.”

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Religion

Whatever religion you follow, whatever you believe in or align with, stop and ask yourself this:

Do you believe in it because it’s what you actually know? Or is it because it’s what you were told was so? What was “right?” What was “correct?”

Whatever particular belief, especially when it comes to religion, was most likely something that your parents and your society and culture put into you. Nothing necessarily wrong with that, but do you believe in it because it actually works for you? Or do you believe in it because it’s “just something you’ve always done?”

Have you given it more than a cursory thought? Or is it, “this is just the way it is?”

I started out as a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, or a Mormon. I didn’t “choose” this particular religion, it was chosen for me. It was chosen for me because my parents were both (not very active) members of the Church. It was chosen for me because I grew up in Salt Lake City, Utah which is the “capital” for the LDS Church. It was chosen for me because that was what the majority of the people that I lived with, grew up with, and interacted with, believed in. When in Rome…

Chances are, if you grew up in the United States, or in the West in general, you are probably some flavor of Christian. Same can be said for being a Muslim in the Middle East.

If your faith, whatever it is, works for you, then that is fantastic. Honestly I don’t care what you believe in, or if you believe in anything at all. I’m not here to judge what you believe in or to “convert” you to something else.

I am asking you though, is what you believe in something that works for you? Is it something that you came about via your own judgement, your own informed choice and consent? Or is it something you struggle with and it was something that was “handed down” to you from your family, your society, and your culture? Is it actually what you believe in?

My religious beliefs were handed down to me via my parents and society. It caused me a lot of unnecessary pain and suffering because I couldn’t reconcile what I was being told was true with what I was seeing with my own eyes. The answer that I would invariably get to my questions was “You just have to have faith.” And that wasn’t good enough for me.

When I stepped away from religion, it wasn’t a “clean break.” It was something that I had to do in “stages.” That too, caused me a lot of grief and pain. It wasn’t until I made a clean break with religion, in all of its forms, that I was able to find peace and contentment, and even joy in my life. That was the choice that I made a long time ago and I’ve never looked back since.

My life is full of strife, conflict, worry, and doubt, just like anyone else’s. Taking religion out of the equation has made my life better for me in the long run. Like I said, I have no regrets, except that I wish I had made the clean break sooner rather than later.

Find whatever it is that works for you and choose that. If it doesn’t, discard it and move on to something else. My only suggestion would be is that if whatever it is isn’t working, stop trying to make it work and make a clean break from it and start anew.

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Groundhog Day: 2020 v2.0 Edition: The Year of LARP HARDER.

fluffy wild woodchuck gnawing nuts sitting on grass

It’s still a little early to be making predictions of any kind really, but I’m deciding to go ahead and do it anyway.

I’m not making predictions about our election, there’s plenty of assholes across the spectrum that are more than happy to do that for you. Opinions, and that’s all they are at this point, are like assholes, everyone has one. And boy, do they.

I’m making predictions for 2021.

2021 will be 2020 all over again. So let’s just call 2021, 2020 version 2.0

There will be:

More of the same.

More division.

More politics whether we like it or not.

Christ, people haven’t been able to shut up about politics since the last election, I don’t see them stopping now or any time soon for that matter. Guys, seriously. Get a fucking life. If politics is all you got, and for some of you, that is all I see from you, you really need to get a life. You need to get outside, whether you wear a face diaper or not. Get the fuck outside. Go and get laid. Even if you have to pay for it. Go and have an orgasm. Hell, have a bunch. Maybe it will help and make you more tolerable and less insufferable. I highly doubt it, but at least it’s something.

Lockdowns. I’m hoping they don’t happen again, but in all honesty, I wouldn’t be surprised if they do. We have become a people who are scared of our own shadows. We are jumping out of our skins over sounds and things that go bump in the night. We have become a nation of pussies. It didn’t happen overnight and it’s not going to go away overnight either, no matter what the “patriots” tell you.

Which brings me to my next prediction, which is the one that I hate the absolute most:

More LARPing.

2021, or 2020 version 2.0 will be the year of LARP HARDER.

More virtue signaling. More grandstanding. More white knighting. More Karen’s Karening. More outrage. More ridiculous theories about satanic cults, the illuminati, and let’s not forget the lizard people, who are secretly controlling everything. More shaming and guilt tactics. More calls from women and men telling the men to “man up” and save the West from itself. More, more, MOAR.

In the past when I saw some guy virtue signaling on the internet I would respond in kind with something like, “I hope she sees this, bro.” Or, “she still won’t fuck you.” 2020 version 2.0, I’m just going to respond with LARP HARDER.

Something tells me I’m going to be saying that a lot. It’s a dirty job, but somebody has to do it, might as well be me.

On a more positive note, I see more of the “pick up” guys getting better with their game and getting laid more often. I look forward to hearing and reading those stories. I don’t necessarily see new faces and names joining that circle though. No, no new faces. Those guys will be too busy bitching and LARPing instead of actually doing something different. Why do something else? Doing the work is actually hard and scary sometimes. Better to LARP and feel important than actually do something tangible and worthwhile. It’s easier to bitch about women than it is to actually go out and talk to one, so might as well do that instead.

Spoiler alert: You come to me bitching about the “wahmen?” My response is going to be: LARP HARDER. Yeah, I’m definitely going to be using that phrase a lot this upcoming year.

I’ve done a fairly decent job in muting accounts and words and phrases on Twatter. I know there is going to be a bunch of new words and phrases that I’m going to be permanently muting there in the near future. The world may indeed be going to hell, and not because of politics, but because of the LARPing, but at least I can have some peace and quiet and some peace of mind when I get on to social media.

So guys, go put on your face diapers, continue to talk about your favorite presidential candidate as if they are somebody who is actually going to save your ass, continue blaming and shaming men and women for everything that isn’t how you like it, continue to sit on your ass expecting someone, anyone else, to do the work, and continue to LARP HARDER.

I’ll be doing what I’ve always done. I’ll continue making friends where I can find them, I’ll continue chasing skirt, and I’ll continue with all of my different shows and projects.

And that’s because life goes on.

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