Author: Rob Says

A man who loves and likes women.

Driven To Distraction

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It’s almost the holidays around here. Work has gotten crazy, life has gotten crazy. People around me are going crazy. I’m going crazy. Too much shit to do, not enough time to do it. Too many articles to write, too many videos to shoot, too much all at once it seems.

I’m not feeling sorry for myself and honestly, I’m not bitching. It’s just….Crazy. I don’t feel like I have enough time to breathe some days. Here’s a little “too much information” for you:

At the time of me writing this, I just got out of the shower. Freshly scrubbed and clean. God it feels good. I took a shower the night before as well. But before that? Sunday. It had seriously been almost 5 days since I had showered. I just got too caught up in everything that I have going on that I forgot to shower. Gross, I know.

What’s my point? My point is decide what is important to you and focus on that. To hell with literally everything else. You only have so many fucks to give, and you can’t give a fuck about everything, so choose what you are going to give a fuck about.

There are so many book recommendations I’ve been given over the last little while, that if I were to try and read them all, I would have to quit my day job, stop seeing my girls, stop writing and podcasting everywhere, and just read. The amount of material would probably take me the rest of my life to read too.

I’ve all but stopped listening to podcasts. I don’t have the time and there’s other things that I would rather do with my time. Life is too short. So basically, I don’t give a fuck about listening to podcasts. Same goes with almost all links and articles that are presented to me. I don’t give a fuck about those either. There’s a couple of blogs that I still read, and always will, unless the writers stop writing, they are that fun and entertaining to me, so I don’t give a fuck about blogs and articles with a couple of notable exceptions. Those writers/authors know who they are. I “like” their stuff and I enteract with them in the comments from time to time, and if it’s something that really hits home for me, or I find it valuable, I’ll share it on social media for others to enjoy.

I don’t give a fuck about the way things were or the way they ought to be. I don’t have time for that. We as a society, maybe even as a species, can’t go backwards. We never have and we never will. There are no time machines that exist as far as I know, and even if there were, I wouldn’t use it. As “bad” as things are, I like living in the time and era that I live in. There’s no machine to take us to an “alternate world” either. Too many people fantasize about shit that never happened and never will, wishing they lived in that alternate universe. That’s a complete waste of time to me. The only thing I can think is, “Wow, your life sucks that much, or you’re so bored, that you want to live in another different fantasy universe?” That’s sad to me. Again, I’m perfectly content with where I’m at in the world I’m in, right this moment. No sense living in the past or living in the future. Better to live in the present. Live in the past or the future and your life is going to pass you by regardless. Might as well be present and enjoy what you have while you have it.

My ex-wife and I used to have a sort of “argument.” She had an opinion about anything and everything, and she wanted to know my opinion about whatever it was that she had an opinion on. My answer almost every time was, “I don’t have an opinion. I don’t care about [insert thing here].” It drove her crazy. She couldn’t understand how I couldn’t have an opinion about [insert thing here]. Whatever [insert thing here] was, it was usually something outside of my control and something I couldn’t affect. So why care about it? Why give a fuck?

So what do I give a fuck about? I give a fuck about the time I spend with my girls. They are fun. They whisper nasty things in my ear and that’s really fun. I give a fuck about beer, because well, it’s beer. Beer is fun. Getting a good buzz going is fun.

I give a fuck about what I’m doing on Patreon. Talking with my guys there, I feel like we are a bunch of evil, cackling dudes rubbing our hands together, saying shit like, “Excellent!” as we are watching the world burn. I’ve decided to make my Patreon page be about things that are nearest and dearest to me, stuff that I don’t necessarily want to share here or elsewhere. I’m giving a fuck about that big time. By the way, this isn’t a plug. In a way, I like that I only have a few patrons, it’s more intimate that way.

Apparently I give a fuck about this blog, because here I am, writing some more nonsense for you to enjoy. Or not enjoy. That part I don’t give a fuck about. I guess I enjoy the process of writing, especially when I “get into a groove,” and things just flow and go, you know?

Right now, I give a fuck about sleep. I feel like I haven’t slept in a week. So that’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to go to bed. But before that, I’m going to turn off the computer, turn off the alarm, and turn off my phone. I’m pulling the plug on it all, at least for the night. Maybe even for a full day or two. The world will keep on keeping on without me. Nothing and nobody needs my attention that bad. The world won’t end while I take a siesta.

Decide what is important to you and focus on that.

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Honor, Virtue, and Chivalry

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Bending The Knee For M’Lady.

The definition of honor according to Webster: A good name or public esteem.

The definition of virtue according to Webster: Conformity to a standard of right.

The definition of chivalry according to Webster: Literally, mounted men-at-arms. Or, a gallant or distinguished gentleman.

These things all sound great don’t they? Sure they do. They all sound great on paper and in theory. However, honor, virtue, and chivalry are nothing but “container” words. What is a “good name?” You get to decide what that is. You get to put that meaning in the container. What is a standard of right? Again, you get to put that meaning into the container. Same with a gallant or distinguished gentleman. As a bonus, gallant and distinguished are also container words.

They are vague. They are “hypnotic.” What they have in common though, is expectations. When you throw around words like honor, virtue, and chivalry, what you are really doing is telegraphing your expectations. Your expectations of you, and most likely, other people. News flash: You are setting yourself up for disappointment. People are going to do what they want to do and rationalize it and justify it after the fact, but they are still going to do it. Meanwhile, you are going to be disappointed because they didn’t live up to that expectation of your definition of honor, virtue, or chivalry. But hey, you get to burn.

I’ve had a problem with honor, virtue, and chivalry because they are going to mean something different to everybody. Sort of like the word, love. We all “know” what it is, but it’s going to be different for everybody. I have a problem with honor, virtue, and chivalry because more likely than not, your definition of these words are going to differ from mine. I know I’m not going to hold you to my definition of these words, and that’s because I don’t “deal” in them. I guess I’m not “honorable, virtuous, and chivalrous” like “everybody else.”

I would rather deal in “what is,” instead of what was, or even better, what ought to be.

To me, talking about honor, virtue, and chivalry is mostly mental masturbation. We are jerking off over definitions of something that is vague and is out of reach. It’s an ideal. Philosophers both recent and long deceased have argued the merits and terms of these words, and that’s fine. I don’t care. I’m just going to live my life and “do me.”

I would rather choose to live for experiences than argue or discuss what is or isn’t honorable or virtuous. I would rather feel the burn of a good scotch going down my throat than talk of the mythical days of yore.

I would rather feel the sting of cigar smoke in my eye, especially if it brings a tear. That’s an experience.

Here’s a fun experience I had recently:

Me: “Mmmm…You are salty!”

Her: “My attitude or my skin?”

Me: “Yes.”

Massive amounts of laughter ensued.

That’s the kind of shit I live for.

Maybe my lack of interest in honor, virtue, and chivalry may make me “immoral” in some people’s eyes. I don’t care. I don’t consider myself moral or immoral. I guess I’m amoral. I do what I want to do for the experience that doing whatever it is, brings. I try not to infringe on other people and what they are doing, because I don’t care for it when they infringe upon me.

I guess I spent so many years in my head, talking about ideals and codes and what ought to be, and ultimately ending up miserable, that now as I’ve gotten older, I realize that ultimately, nobody gives a shit, and that set me free. For the most part, I can do what I want. If people don’t like it, nobody gives a shit, especially me. As long as I’m not putting you in harm’s way, I’m good.

If you want to wax poetic about honor, virtue, and chivalry, that’s totally fine by me. You do you. You do your thing. I’m not interested in those subjects though, and frankly, I don’t think I would have anything to add to it, other than what I’m saying about it right here, right now.

I’ll be over here, feeling the burn of booze in the back of my throat, smelling the sweet smell of a good cigar, tasting the spice and heat of some good food, and enjoying her salty attitude and her salty skin.

Cheers.

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In Perpetuity

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In perpetuity: endless or indefinitely long duration or existence; eternity. i.e., forever.

One of my patrons reached out to me on Patreon the other day with a link.

It states that: “YouTube may terminate your access, or your Google account’s access to all or part of the Service if YouTube believes, in its sole discretion, that provision of the Service to you is no longer commercially viable.”

My patron asked me:

“How are you preparing to [deal with] google [and] of you tube terms and conditions 10 december?”
The short answer I have right now is this.
I’m slowly loading videos from YouTube to there as a sort of alternative or backup. The question remains, what do I do about my live streams? And what do I do in the “long run?”
There are no easy answers to this question. Shortest answer to that is that I do nothing. I’m a writer (according to Vince) and I’m an entertainer. I run my mouth is what I do. I get people to laugh, sometimes. And sometimes I guess I drop little nuggets and jewels out of my mouth. Don’t ask me how or where they came from, they just do. I guess it’s my observations and my life experiences driving the bus when it happens. My inner idiot must go somewhere else when it happens.
Like I’ve seen said somewhere before, “Whatever drunk me did, take it up with drunk me. Sober me wasn’t a part of the shenanigans.” Or something like that. Nugget dropping Rob is his own dude. Shit talking Rob is usually at the helm.
Anyways, where was I? Oh yes. Me backing my shit up to another service in the event that YouTube and/or Google decides to pull the plug on me.
I could back it up to a whole bunch of places I’m sure. I could even host it on my own computer and set up a streaming server or something like that I imagine. I’ve heard block-chain whatever it is, could be another alternative.
Guys, I’m not a coder. I don’t have the time, inclination, nor the know-how. I write and I talk shit. I’ve got enough shit to do let alone “learn to code.” There’s only so many hours in the day to do the shit I want to do, and coding ain’t one of them.
So there’s all of these alternatives…The underlying problem, the elephant in the room, remains.
It’s still someone else’s platform.
YouTube, Bitchute, Anchor, Patreon, Soundcloud, even my e-mail list, whatever. It’s still someone else’s platform. They all can pull the trigger for any reason at any time. Maybe it’s advertisers putting pressure, maybe it’s funding. Maybe it’s the guys running it got tired of doing it. It doesn’t matter.
Short of me coding my own shit, or paying someone to do it, and then running it out of my own home, from my own computer, it’s someone else’s platform. Besides that, computers die. All the time. Hard drives die. All the time. External drives die. All the time. Same with flash drives, thumb drives, tape drives, and stick drives. Ask me how I know.
While I would love to have my stuff “out there” forever, odds are it won’t be. I’m just another voice screaming into the void. There are far bigger and better voices that are saying the same things I’m saying, and they are saying it better than I ever could. I’m okay with that. I’m not here for the preservation and archiving of my stuff. That’s on someone else if they so choose to do it. I’m here for the laughs, the beer, and the shit talking.
Any of you guys that guy? A preservationist? An archivist? A “keeper of the records?” Reach out to me, let’s talk, seriously. Until something like that happens, I’m not going to worry about it too much.
When I thought about the “preservation” of my stuff, it got me to thinking about something else as well. Specifically, how long do I plan on doing this stuff? I haven’t really given it any proper thought before. Right now, the short answer is, “I’ll do it for as long as I want or can. Or I’ll do it until I no longer want to do it. Or I’ll do it until I’ve said all I need to say.” So yeah, I’m not going anywhere any time soon.
Do I honestly want to be doing this in say, 20 years? Like Rollo? God bless the Man for what he is doing. I think he’s truly doing God’s work and he’s proven time and time again that it’s about the message, not the messenger. But is that me? No. It’s not. In 20 years, if I happen to live that long, I’ll be almost 68 years old. I’ll be my Dad’s age. I hope to God that I’m doing something else by then. Maybe sitting on a beach sipping Tequila, or having Vince fly me around in a private airplane or something. I honestly hope I’m still not yelling at a computer screen. Why?
Because then I will have failed.
If you guys out there, aren’t getting what you need from me, or my interpretation of the message, then somehow I have failed you. More importantly, YOU have failed you. I can’t sit here and spoon feed this stuff to you for the rest of your lives. At some point, you’re going to have to jump off into the deep end and swim. You’re going to have to join the club. You’re going to have to commit to it too. You will be initiated. Whether you want to be or not. Whether you are ready or not. Your own futures depend on it.
Somebody is going to have to pick up the torch and carry it, just like I’ve been doing. Somebody is going to have to do the work once I’m done and all the other guys who are doing it, now, are done.
Somebody out there is going to have to preserve it. I just know that that particular part isn’t mine, and maybe my take isn’t worth preserving. I’m okay with that. Like I said, I’m just here for the laughs and the occasional take on things. I’m just here to run my mouth.
Whether my take on things stands the test of time or not isn’t my concern. I’m just concerned with saying it. It’s on you guys out there, reading this, watching it, listening to it, to decide if you want to do anything with it and use it or not. And it’ll most likely be up to you if you decide it’s worth preserving for the future or not.
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