Author: Rob Says

A man who loves and likes women.

Morality Part 2

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A few days ago, I talked about unfollowing a few dudes, and I touched on morality. I couldn’t quite express myself well enough, as to why it bugs me so much, but then I found this conversation on Twitter. As you can tell, I’ve wiped out the names of all the parties involved to protect their identities.

The original tweet, which I’ve added above, seems to start out innocent enough. The person wants to have a discussion about the Red Pill being “anti-Christian” or not. Now follow my line of thought here carefully…

I think this question is a loaded question. In short, it’s a trap. I don’t believe the OP of the tweet is really looking for a debate, I think the OP is looking for someone to come along and agree with them that the Red Pill is indeed “anti-Christian.” But, let’s have a look at the bio of the author of the tweet shall we?

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Uh oh. The author is Christian. God, family, health. In that order. Plus a pinned tweet that is scripture from the Bible. Okay. So we aren’t really here to have a debate are we? The OP is either looking for confirmation bias, or would most likely throw out anything that doesn’t conform to his or her beliefs.

Moving right along….

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Okay, the OP is stating his or her position that the Red Pill is in fact, “anti-Christian.” Nothing wrong with that except that the Red Pill isn’t an ideology. It’s a praxeology. Basically it is a set of tools to help one navigate through the minefield known as inter-gender dynamics. It doesn’t have dogma or a book of scripture that you follow. The Red Pill is neither moral or immoral. In fact, it is amoral. Much like a hammer or a firearm, the Red Pill is simply a tool. Put a hammer in the hand of a carpenter, and he can build you a home, an office, or any other type of structure that provides comfort and shelter. Put the hammer in the hands of a serial killer and we have death, mayhem, and serious bodily harm. The hammer itself is amoral, it falls back on the user and the user’s intent. Same with the Red Pill. I really wish these guys would stop trying to equate the Red Pill with ideology.

Anyway, let’s go a little further shall we?

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Now we are getting to the heart of the matter. The reply here, mentions what I just talked about, that the Red Pill is a tool. So far, so good. But then we go down a slippery slope with the addition of, “[those] who use it to justify depravity are the issue.” Followed up by the OP replying with, “Now we’re getting somewhere. I was hoping my question would bring out this point.”

This is where I take issue with morality. This is the very message, the very thing that “triggers” me or sets me off.

The OP just revealed what he was looking for. He doesn’t really want a debate, he wants to discuss “depravity.” Of course depravity is going to be defined by his religious beliefs, his scripture, his book. And of course, he is going to be on the side of the righteous and the moral. He’s drawn his line in the sand and he’s on the “right” side of it. Depravity is the issue indeed. But my question is this:

Why is depravity the “issue?” If you are living by whatever moral code that your faith, your church, your god insists upon, what’s the issue? The issue is that other people aren’t living by your faith, your church, your god. That’s the fucking issue.

This is why I don’t follow TradCons on social media. They want to use something that is amoral, in this case, the Red Pill, and put it through their religious belief system. I don’t have a problem with anyone using something like the Red Pill for their own intents and purposes, but let’s not try and push, force, or persuade me to see it in the same light okay?

What you do with the Red Pill is up to you. If you want to use it within your religious belief system in order to find a mate, build and maintain a strong marriage, and have children, by all means please do so. And if you are someone that wants to live a bachelor, playboy lifestyle, never settling down, banging different women on a daily basis, by all means, that’s your right to do so as well.

But when you start speaking of “depravity is the issue,” guess what? Your mask is slipping.

What do you honestly care what I do with my life and how I do it? When did what I do in my own home, behind closed doors, become your business? Guess what? It’s none of your business. Back the fuck off.

Tend to your own family. Tend to your own flock. Stay the fuck out of mine.

Here’s a little scripture for you:

John 8:7

“So when they continued asking him, he lifted up himself, and said unto them, He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her.”

Yes, I’m aware that this particular scripture isn’t about depravity, I know what it means. It still stands for what I’m trying to say here.

One more as food for thought:

Matthew 7:15

“Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves.”

Yeah guys, your fucking mask is slipping.

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The Best Part Of Waking Up Is…

Rob Says1 Comment
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Get that jingle out of your head now…

That you do.

So I’m waking up to the sound of singing birds. Birdsong. It’s nice really. I hear them outside the open window, it’s not quite dawn. There’s barely any purple in the sky at this time of morning. The birds are awake and they are singing. Always singing. It’s reassuring to hear them sing. Let’s you know that all is right in the world. At least for awhile. At least for now.

But what is it exactly that they are singing about? Are they singing a song of joy and happiness? Are they singing for their upcoming meal? Are they telling me, “Hey Rob! Wake up buddy! Rise and shine! It’s going to be a beautiful day!” Maybe. I’d like to think that that is what they are singing to me. As if they were actually singing to me. But they aren’t. No, as a matter of fact, I know what they are singing about:

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That’s what they are singing about. That’s what they are saying. And we, the stupid humans that we are, think it’s about something else.

Birds aren’t the only animals that sing a song of lust and sex. We do it too. Oh sure, we might be a little more coy about it, but stop and think for just a moment.

Why do you get out of bed every morning? Because I have to go to work, Rob. Duh.

But why do you have to go to work? Because I’ve got bills to pay, Rob. Duh.

And why do you have bills to pay? Because I bought X (a bunch of shit that I actually don’t need) Rob. Duh.

And why did you buy it? ……….

Do you really need that expensive suit/watch/car?

No. You don’t. But in your eyes, in your head, you need those things to “get da gurlz.”

And maybe you do need those things in order to “get da gurlz.” I don’t know, I’m not you.

Think about it:

Why do you live in your own house/condo/apartment? Freedom and independence, right? Sure. The freedom and independence so you can bang uninhibited and uninterrupted. It can be a bit challenging to have your hunny come over while Mom and Dad are right in the next room. And motels/hotels? Shit, those things get expensive over time. Doing it in the back of your piece of shit car? Riiight… She might do it once or twice, but not all the time, everytime. She’s going to want some privacy and something more comfortable than your backseat eventually.

I’ll be totally honest here, if I had NO sex drive whatsoever, I would have never moved out of my parent’s house. Why should have I? The rent was low (I’m not a total freeloader), Mom was there to fix the meals when she wanted to cook, and they both left me alone most of the time, so I could play video games, watch TV, and read a book in peace. But that ol’ pesky sex drive kept getting in the way…

It was difficult to date, never mind getting to the sex. Difficult to date because once she found out I was living at home with good ol’ Mom and Dad, she would raise an eyebrow and give me “The Look.” You guys know the look I’m talking about. She might as well have had a digital neon sign that said “LOSER” scrolling across it. Most dates ended shortly after that. Never mind getting to the sex, that wasn’t happening.

The ones that did get to the sex? Backseat of my car. Or when I was feeling extra spendy, a motel or hotel. But that shit was expensive, and that was a long time ago. I can’t even begin to imagine what they are running these days. Sure you could have sex outdoors/in public, that’s some good shit right there. But finding a woman adventurous enough to do it, and do it every time all the time when you have sex? That can be a tall order. Nothing wrong with outdoor/public sex, it’s one of my favorites, but not every woman I have been with felt the same way about it.

Okay, so we’ve established that you get up to go to work to finance your current fuck shack. Same with your snazzy car and all the other trappings that you buy and/or wear. Same with getting fit. Sure, there are health benefits to working out and eating right, but we are inherently lazy by nature. Don’t believe me? Go to a Walmart and look around. Don’t worry, I’ll wait.

What’s the point in working out and eating healthy so that you can live forever but not have sex? Let’s be honest here, we do it so we can “get da gurlz.” That includes married guys too. Whether it’s to woo your wife, or in a worst case scenario, it’s so you have options (i.e. other pussy) for when you press the button, nuke the marriage and file for divorce.

What else do we do for sex? In my opinion, everything.

Why do White Knights, white knight? In hopes that some random girl somewhere will read his virtue signalling post/tweet/page and will be so overcome by his virtuousness that she will seek him out, track him down, and fuck him.

Why do guys show off their bods on dating apps and instagram? In hopes that it attracts the Holy Vagina. And let’s not even talk about dick pics…

The list goes on and on. Why do Men create anything? Why did we build society? Why did we create and build widgets for women? Our big head thought up the ideas, but it was the little head that ultimately did the driving.

Why have a blog? Sure you can share ideas about whatever, but why share ideas if it doesn’t ultimately lead to sex at some point? Even if it is down the road and far in the future? Why build better technology and widgets if it doesn’t ultimately lead to the idea of potential sex? Other than to survive and live yet another day, why do anything at all? And if you are going to survive for yet another day, and there is absolutely positively no way you are going to have sex, not now, and not ever, then why bother?

What is romance? Sex. What is dancing? What is having a nice meal at a nice restaurant, other than survival? Sex.

Just had a completely random thought show up for me. What is Twitter? More specifically, what is a tweet? Refer back to the picture above.

Why do we express ourselves whether via text, video, or audio for that matter if it doesn’t lead to the possibility of sex down the road? Why even bother saying anything at all?

Women may do it (get online and whatnot) for the sex from time to time. Extremely rare, I know. I can tell you though, that it happens. Many of my short term relationships, one night stands, and even my marriage started out with us meeting online. Now mind you, I know that probably 99% of the time, they (women) are just seeking attention and validation. They want to know that they are still desireable. That they still have it going on. That 40 is the new 20. I get it. It’s that dopamine hit, that rush. And you thirsty orbiters keep falling for the bait. Every. Fucking. Time.

But then again, I’ve also been to the bars at last call, and the women who are still there and alone? Do the math.

When a woman wants to fuck you, she’ll let you know. She’ll make it real easy for you. All you need to do is not fuck up too much. Close your mouth before you stick your foot in it.

You haven’t had that happen to you? Are you sure? If you are sure you haven’t had that happen to you, I’m sorry. You’re missing out. I’m not trying to add salt to the wound or insult to injury here, but maybe you need to look in the mirror. Maybe it’s you.

The point is, we all get up and get out of bed and do the shit we do, so that we can ultimately have sex once in awhile. Yes, even the women. Sure, they may not want it as much, or need it as much as the guys, but they still want it. Let’s be honest ladies, would you rather go to work and slave over a spreadsheet/phone call/asshole customer/etc ad nauseum, or would you rather get fucked silly?

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And Now Here’s Something We Hope You’ll Really Like!

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Presto!

So the last couple of days, maybe a week or so, I’ve been reading “Finally Some Good News,” and “The Pussy” from the author Delicious Tacos. His material is raw to say the least. For a guy who is anonymous, and I’ve never met him, at least as far as I know, he’s got to be one of the most honest men I’ve ever read in my life.

His material isn’t for everybody, that’s for sure. Dark in many places, even bordering on nihilistic, and it’s more about the sex than anything I’ve read in awhile. If you have delicate sensitivities, I’m warning you now, you’ll probably not want to read his stuff. But if you want to have a gander inside of a man’s mind, his mind at least, check him out.

Delicious Tacos has said some things that I’ve found thought provoking to say the least.

Here’s a quote from The Pussy:

You solve writer’s block by eating shit and being in agony for years. Force yourself to hammer out worse than useless garbage for hours that feel like lifetimes. Every day, until something clicks and you suddenly need it as therapy.

This quote stood out to me for a couple of reasons. Lately I feel that the “creativity well” is drying up. Every day it gets harder to think about things to write about, let alone actually write about them. Most of the time I think, “why bother? No one gives a shit.” And in all honesty, that’s true. No one gives a shit. And I think, why am I doing this? Why am I writing on this blog? What the fuck am I doing here? And yet here I am, running my mouth yet again, or pounding on the keys is more like it. Screaming into the Void.

I sit down and write a post, craft it lovingly, and I think to myself, “This is the one! This one! This one will finally get some traction!” And so I hit “publish,” the post goes live when it’s supposed to, and…..Crickets.

And I’m like, “Damn…”

And then I post a rant and the fucker takes off. Go figure. In all seriousness though, I owe a huge debt of gratitude and thanks to some of my guys on Twitter. A couple of retweets of my posts and I feel like Stephen King going to the bank to cash a check from all the royalties. I guess I write some things sometimes that are relevant or hit a nerve. Timing is impeccable sometimes.

Another quote from Delicious Tacos that stood out for me:

The purpose of this hobby web site is to help other people feel less alone. You can feel less alone about good things too. Hopeful things.

That one really got under my skin. That’s part of why I write too. Whether you read and comment or not, I like to think that it (my site) helps you out in some way. Even if it is just that you feel a little less alone.

It does for me. I feel a little less alone fantasizing and imagining people reading my shit and getting something from it. Which then makes me wonder about my audience. Who are you? Where do you live? What do you do for a living? Are you single? Divorced? Widowed? Some of you I know because of my newsletter. You guys rock, you are Kings amongst commoners. You all know who you are.

I imagine that the majority of my readership are Men. And why wouldn’t you be? I’m a Man, writing about Men shit for the most part, catering specifically to Men. But I do imagine that some of my audience are women. I mean, I know that some of you are, or at least one or two of you. Which makes me wonder, what are you getting from my site? Is it just general curiosity? Is something I’m saying making your life better? Are you taking notes and handing them off to your brother? Or a boyfriend? Husband? Is it my mug? Do I make you laugh? I don’t dwell on these questions too often, but they do come up from time to time.

Here’s something completely random and out of left field:

There’s been many times on Masculine Geek, I’m sitting there chilling, Vince is doing whatever he’s doing, I’m watching the guys on the chat doing their thing, and TJ is “being brief,” and out of nowhere, I start thinking, “I wonder if there’s any women watching the show right now.” As far as I know, when it comes to the chat at least, they’re all dudes. Awesome dudes. Intelligent dudes. Dudes from all walks of life, from all over the globe. And they are choosing to spend a couple of hours with me and my amigos on a Wednesday night. I love you guys. You are the best audience in the world. I’m blessed and humbled with you choosing to spend time with me. You could be doing anything else in the world, and here you are, choosing to shoot the shit with me. Thank you guys. Seriously.

But, “where da wimmin at?” I know you ladies are watching. I can feel it. Okay maybe I can’t. But the statistical probability is that there are a couple of you lurking in the background watching us geeks doing geek shit.

In my neck of the woods, at least on Twitter, there’s been a lot of talk lately about the “Brand of Me.” Guys doing and saying shit to promote their brand, and that’s okay. I’ve been reflecting on that for a moment and I’ve come to realize that I don’t really have a “brand” so to speak. Sure, I tend to talk about things that pertain to Men and would interest them in general. At least it interests me. And that’s just it, I find it interesting. I’m actually glad that I don’t have a “brand.” I can say whatever I want now that I think about it, and it won’t be incongruous with my “branding.”

If I decide to talk about photography, it’ll work here, because that’s something that I do. Same with firearms and motorcycles. Same with VPN’s, networking, and “the dark web.” All of these things interest me. Even piracy. Yes, I’m talking about eye patches and “arrg.”

I could even talk about sex if I want to. Here’s something for Delicous Tacos if he ever happens to stumble across my humble little blog and this post:

Dude, you are like what? 40? Early 40’s? You mention your desire to have sex with damn near anything female within grabbing distance? (I’m sort of paraphrasing here.) I’ve got some bad news for you buddy. That desire? That need? That urge? It never goes away. Ever. I’m serious as a heart attack when I say that. It never goes away. I’m closer to 48 than 47 now and that urge, that desire, hasn’t diminished in the slightest. The only reprieve I get compared to when I was in my 20’s is I don’t walk around with a hard on pitching a tent in my gym shorts as often. Other than that, welcome to the rest of your life. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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