Author: Rob Says

A man who loves and likes women.

I Want To Play A Game

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*In best Jig-saw voice*

Hello Dear Reader, I want to play a game.

For all of your life, there has been a war going on. A war for your mind. From the time that you were born, right up to this very moment, people have been waging a war for your attention.

From birth you have been conditioned. You have been conditioned on what to think and what to feel. Ultimately you have been conditioned on how to act. You have been conditioned on what to buy, when to buy it, where to buy from, and to ask no questions. And then you were lied to. You were told that you are a free-thinker, that you control your own destiny, and that you make your own decisions.

But how is it that a corporation or an organization can get you to feel what they want you to feel? Why is it that time and time again, you turn to your outrage porn, your social media outlets, and your mainstream media to get your dose of “news” and “current events?”

You have been systematically conditioned. Your thoughts aren’t your own. Your actions aren’t yours by choice. You have been programmed. You have been programmed how to think, how to act, how to feel. You have been programmed what to buy, what to wear, what to eat, and what to drink. You have been programmed on how to vote. You have been programmed in what religion you follow.

Every headline of every “news feed blog post,” every opening segment of every video that you willingly watch, has been systematically engineered to get you to click on it, to read it or watch it, and then to feel something about it. And then to act. Act with your wallet by opening it, removing your credit or debit card, and then purchase something. And you need to do it now, because time is limited. Anger and confusion are emotional states that can and are manipulated to get you to buy things you don’t need or to create a need within you for something that you formerly didn’t want.

The more outraged you become, the more conditioned you are. And that is the goal for your gatekeepers, your masters. Keeping you in a state of anger, fear, or confusion is the end goal in order to keep you buying things that you don’t need or want, and to keep you under the crushing weight of debt.

You are not a free thinker. You rationalize and you are a slave. You feel something that you have been conditioned to feel and then you act. Just as you have been told to. Just as you have been trained to. You are not strong and independent. Your masculinity is defined by what brand of truck you drive and what beer you drink. Your manhood is defined by how hard your erection is, and how long you can maintain it.

Your job is to provide and provision. Keep the machine afloat and alive with your blood, sweat, and your tears.  Yours is to provide for the comfort of others. Your comfort and desires do not matter. They never have and they never will. Yours is to accept this fate unconditionally and to do it quietly. No complaining is allowed.

Your slavery is mandatory, you have no say in it. You must conform, you must bow down, you must heel. You will obey. Keep adding to your crushing weight of debt and strengthen the chains of your slavery. Do it for the children. Do it for the good of society. Do it because God commands it. Do it because your leaders said so. Do it or you’ll burn in hell.

That is your fate, Dear Reader. From the day that you were born until the day that you die, you will consume and will ultimately be consumed. And then you will be forgotten by all but a very small few group of people.

What if I told you that there is another way? You can vote with your attention. You can choose not to click that link that has been engineered to entice you. You can skip that video with the intriguing introduction. You can turn off the television, and you can turn off the notifications on your social media. You can even uninstall those apps on your smartphone (that you bought because you were strong and independent and needed such a device because without it, you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself) and you can delete your social media profiles.

You can unlearn what you have learned. You can deprogram yourself. You can undo the years of brainwashing and conditioning that you have received from your schools, your authorities, and your corporate masters. You can even undo what your church and religion has taught you to believe, and you can figure out for yourself what it is that works best for you and for your life.

The war for your mind is ongoing and it is relentless. It never stops and it never takes a break, not even on Christmas (have you started your holiday shopping yet? All the good deals are going on right now and if you hurry, you’ll be able to buy that limited edition whatever it is, at a low price! And don’t worry, if you don’t have the money right now, you can either put the item on layaway, or you can always sign up for a line of credit, and don’t worry, the application can be filled out in a matter of minutes and the application is available right at the checkstand, or by clicking the link that is a part of your shopping cart.)

You can realize that you have been conditioned all of your life to think, feel, and act in certain ways. You can learn what it is that sets you off and triggers you. Or you can defend your ego, go back to sleep, go back to clicking on the links and watching the videos and continue to be outraged over things that aren’t about you and that you have no control over and never will. And you can keep spending your time on things that don’t matter, arguing with people you have never met and never will, and you can keep spending your money, adding to your chains of slavery and debt. You can go back to thinking that you are the master of your destiny and the ruler of your fate, and you can do it while spending more money and time on things you’ve been told to spend your money and time on.

Live or die, the choice is yours.

*end Jig-saw voice.*

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The “Aftermath”

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It’s Tuesday, 2 days after I got back from my week of “The Village By The Sea” with my Brother’s Vince, TJ, and that asshole, Aaron Clarey. It was a great time had by all, at least that is how it appeared to me.

Plenty of booze got drank. Kraken rum was in short supply for some odd reason. Vince and I are still shaking our heads as to how that happened. I drank more beer over that week than I do in months. I smoked more cigars during that week than I do in several months. I was definitely hell bent to alter my consciousness chemically via booze and smokes. Mission accomplished.

We did quite a few Periscope’s on Twitter. You can find those on my profile and on the Masculine Geek profile. I forgot just how fun impromptu videocasts can be. I’m so used to sitting in a chair with a backdrop and a high definition camera and microphone running while I’m running my mouth, I totally forgot how easy and how fun it can be broadcasting from a car, a deck, or even at the beach, facing the Atlantic Ocean. I forgot how much fun you can have while broadcasting and not giving a fuck who is watching, or if there is even anyone watching at all.

We did our Wednesday show like we always do, only this time, all four of us were in the same room, under one camera and microphone. I haven’t watched the replay yet, so I have no idea of the sound quality or the video quality, but damn, it sure was fun interacting with my Brother’s face to face and in real time.

Which brings me to the point of this post:

Meeting those guys in real life is one of my missions. It is why I do what I do when I’m running my mouth on all the various platforms of social media that I belong on. It’s why I’m writing this post. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy writing and talking to others on the internet. I enjoy running my mouth. I enjoy making my videos on my YouTube channel and with other’s on their channels. At the end of the day though, my ultimate goal is to meet these individuals in real life, face to face.

I don’t know how many times I’ve said it over the last year, but I’m going to say it again:

You can’t be deplatformed in real life. People online may shout at you in an attempt to silence you, but I haven’t yet had someone try that shit with me in real life. In real life, there are consequences for your actions and even the keyboard warriors know that to one degree or another.

I do all of this so that I can meet other like-minded men, and yes, even some women, in real life. I do it so that the wanderer’s in the night have a beacon of light to guide them home. I do it so that those that are seeking will find me. It’s easier than me going and looking around in the dark for them. It’s easier for me to light a fire and hope that you will see it, out there, wherever you are.

One of my favorite parts of the Village By The Sea trip was when we went to Atlantic City and met up with Joe Curl and James Streissand. It was great to meet those two Men in the flesh and to exchange handshakes and hugs. Yeah I said it. It was great being able to sit down with them, even if it was only for a short time, and get to know them, to hear their stories. That is something that I will carry with me for the rest of my life.

It’s not that difficult to do, to be able to set up a signal and push it out there. I know I talked about it last December. Guys, use your voice. It’s not that hard honestly, and yes, for awhile, you’re going to be screaming into the void. But then, one day, somebody will show up. They always do. And from there it just goes. It really does. So if you are looking to meet people like you, and there are none around you, then it’s on you to create the very thing that you are looking for. Be that beacon of light in the dark so that other’s like you can find you.

Push ahead and persevere. Keep at it. Keep going. Keep using your voice, keep saying what you want to say. Do it until you are sick of hearing yourself speak, and then do it again. Become a broken record. Become that squeaky wheel that needs the grease. Keep running your mouth. Keep it up.

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No Shame

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When I was younger, as in elementary through my high school days, I didn’t have much if any, shame in being a young man. Sure, there were a handful of women primarily, that were taking up the chant, “men are pigs,” and “all you think about and all you want is sex,” but for the most part, it was a small minority of people doing the shame tactics that are so prevalent in today’s world.

Once I entered college, all of that began to change. It wasn’t something that hit you like a tidal wave, it was slow, creeping, and insidious. Little things that showed up gradually. Think of a frog sitting in a pot of water that is slowly boiling. By the time the frog figures it out, it’s too late. Same for me. By the time I figured it out, it was too late. I was already feeling shame and guilt for having natural desires and for being a man. All I knew was that I felt bad for being a Man, but I didn’t necessarily know why. Maybe I was just “inherently evil.” Maybe I was a piece of shit because I was actually a piece of shit.

The how’s and why’s of this taking place aren’t that important to me anymore, it’s the knowledge that it happened and it’s still happening to both me and other Men that’s more important to me now.

Waking up every day and hating yourself for being alive and being a Man takes a toll on you. Apologizing for your own existence and for breathing the same air that a woman next to you is breathing is a special form of hell for the Man who is living in that world.

I don’t know when or the date that things really changed for me, I wish I did. I wish I did so that I could tell what the catalyst, or the “straw that broke the camel’s back” was for me. I don’t have that answer though, and honestly I don’t believe that it is all that important. All I know is that I got tired and angry with apologizing for my own existence and I got sick and tired of being sick and tired and so I gave it up.

I stopped apologizing, and in the beginning I was throwing “it back at them.” Yes, I’m a Man. Yes, I’m in “your space.” Yes, I’m breathing your air. Yes, I want to bang you. Fucking deal with it. After a while though, even that got old and tiresome. Carrying a chip on your shoulder and having an axe to grind is almost as bad as being the apologetic one. So I gave that up as well.

That’s when things got really interesting for me. When you don’t really give a fuck, anything is possible, and I’m not exaggerating. Part of me wants to shout that from the rooftops and maybe that’s what this is by me writing it down, and part of me doesn’t care if you read or understand this.

Fellow Men can lovingly insult me all they want and it doesn’t get a rise out of me at all anymore. Sure I know that they don’t really mean it when they do insult me, and even if they really did mean it, I don’t care. It’s easier to not give a fuck unless it is in my face and I have to deal with it, and when it is, I’ll deal with it, one way or another. Until then, fuck it, it doesn’t matter. It’s damn near impossible to insult or shame a Man who doesn’t give a fuck and is with no shame.

Some of my fellow Men jokingly say, “You can’t insult Rob, because he has no shame.” It’s true. I really have no shame these days. I do what I want because that’s what I want to do and I don’t care if they come along or not. I don’t care if they “like” it or not. I did the guilt and shame thing for so many years and got nothing from it other than misery and more guilt and shame, I figured I might as well do what I want, enjoy myself while I’m doing it, and see what happens.

This is why I laugh now when I see Men and women get themselves riled up over politics, feminism, and outrage porn. None of that shit matters in the end. None of it is really about you, especially if you are a Man, you aren’t the target audience. You can’t change it on a global scale, or even on a local scale. The only place you can change it is for yourself and maybe in your own home and that’s it.

When I decided to “lower my standards,” another world opened up to me. I’ve been able to meet all sorts of people that I wouldn’t have met before. Sure, many of these people I wouldn’t keep in my life for the long haul, but I don’t have a problem having them around for the short run. It’s made my life and my world much more colorful and interesting for me. By “lowering my standards,” I’ve had experiences that I would have never had, and none of those experiences have been “bad.” I’ve not regretted any of these experiences to date, not a single one. If anything, they’ve made me ask myself, “what else is possible here? What else can I do?”

I guess I’m trying to push the envelope of what I can do and who will show up in my life for me. Every one of those experiences and every one of those people have been positive and have taught me something about myself and about life in general so far. One of the things I’ve learned is that life is messy and chaotic at times. It goes in directions that you can’t always anticipate or control, but you can control how you deal with it and how you want to feel about it.

You can get angry about the way things are, because they aren’t going the way that you want them to go, the way that they should be. Or you can accept it and adapt to it and come out “better” for it. Ultimately it’s up to you.

The biggest challenge that I’m having these days is not that I’m angry or feeling shame, because I’m not experiencing any of those things anymore. The biggest problem for me now is having the “ambition” to write about it. I’m just happy to be doing what I do and having the experiences that I’m having with the people that I’m meeting. I’m almost to the point that I would rather sit down with you and smoke a cigar, look at women for what they are, enjoy seeing them for what they are, and telling a few off-color jokes. Also I would rather sit down, drink a beer with you, and look at a fire burning or the ocean churning, depending on what location you and I are at.

Don’t worry though, I’ll still keep writing and doing my videos. I’ll still keep running my mouth in multiple forms and on multiple platforms because I enjoy doing that, it’s definitely one of my pleasures, and not a guilty one.

And that’s because I have no shame.

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