Purpose.

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What is your purpose? What are you here for? What are you here to do?

As men, we are purpose driven, we have goals, we have desires, we have what we like to call our “destiny.” I’m seeing a lot of men right now that have no purpose in their lives. They are adrift. They are “going through the motions.” They are “wandering in the desert.” They are lost.

Video games, porn, junk food, drugs, mindless sex. These are symptoms of lack of purpose. I’m not against any of these things per se, but if that’s all you are finding yourself doing more often than not, then you probably lack purpose, your life lacks meaning. When your life lacks purpose or meaning, then nothing matters. Nihilism can get a foothold. I know, I’ve been there. One thing I’ve found out, if you keep looking outside yourself to others for purpose, you’ll find it; it won’t be your purpose, it’ll be their’s. Is that a good thing? Is that what you want? Don’t be surprised when you let someone else drive the bus that you’ll end up in a different destination than what you thought or wanted. But hell, if you had no destination in mind at all, then anywhere is good I guess. Or is it?

The quest for purpose isn’t outside of you, it’s inside of you. Your purpose is for you to find out, it’s your’s to discover. Your purpose will most likely be different from mine.

Keep this one in mind at all times: You are not “lost.” You don’t need to “find yourself.” You are here! Yours isn’t to find yourself, it’s to CREATE YOURSELF. You create your purpose. You create it now, inside you. You create it everyday.

Men are the creators. Men are the builders. Men have built the empires. Men created the technology that we use. You as a man are the creator, the builder. Create your purpose, create your reality. Figure out what it is that you want, figure out what it is that you desire, then GO DO IT.

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First it was #MeToo . Then it became #TimesUp . Now it’s #MentorHer

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Feminism and people on the “Left” are bat-shit crazy. That’s all I can think about it. First it was the accusations of #MeToo. Men in entertainment and politics being called out for sexual harassment and indiscretions from time periods of days, weeks, months, and even years ago. Men being crucified in the court of social media with no due process, no evidence, nothing but an accusation. Men losing their jobs and their livelihoods over words. If you questioned it or go against it, you are screamed and shamed into silence. Then came #TimesUp.

Oprah and the gang of Hollywood Elites decided to carry the momentum to the next level. They put everyone on notice, this shit isn’t going to fly anymore.

Now we are seeing #MentorHer.

The men of industry and business have heard loud and clear ladies. Men are no longer having one on one meetings with female co-workers. Businesses are no longer having opposite sex co-workers share cabs. Some businesses are even going so far as to not allow opposite sex co-workers stay at the same hotel/motel while on business trips. All because of the witch hunt known as #MeToo. I don’t blame those men or those businesses. The risks are too great.

So feminists have screamed #MeToo from the tops of their lungs and men are getting burned because of it, and now that those same men, and other’s like them have decided to slow down and approach with caution, we are seeing those same feminist’s screaming #MentorHer! Man up and #MentorHer!

As Dalrock so aptly put it:

Feminism is the assertion that men are evil and naturally want to harm women, followed by pleas to men to solve all of women’s problems.

Well said, good sir. Well said.

Feminists, listen up. This is the world you wanted. This is the world you get. This is the world you deserve. Men are either the oppressive, evil, patriarchy that needs to be smashed and destroyed, or we are the men who compliment you throughout our lives. We are the “other half” so to speak. You can’t shame and then plead for help. You can’t screech and then cry. You can’t have it both ways.

Here’s a quote from Watchmen that is poignant and fitting:

Roschach’s Journal: October 12th, 1985

Dog carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face.

The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown.

The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout “Save us!”… and I’ll look down and whisper “No.”

You reap what you sow.

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On the Outside Looking In

It’s strange, I’m sitting here on a flight back home and I’m looking and listening to the people around me. All their little conversations, a guy watching a sitcom in his phone. I remember what it was like when I was on the inside and I would watch the same sitcoms. How comfortable I felt. How safe. How IN I felt. Once I took the redpill that all changed.

I see the TV shows now and I see the bullshit and the lies. The fairy tales. “Sleep,” they say. “Consume.” “Go along to get along.”

“You too can have your One. She’s out there waiting for you. Just work harder, be nicer. Put her needs before your’s. Be attentive, be supportive, be a good listener. Good guys get the girl.”

Don’t have needs of your own, especially sexual needs. God forbid, you might actually offend her.

Good times.

Now days I am the outsider looking in and it’s surreal. It’s almost like the movie, “They Live,” where when you put the special glasses on, you see people for what they really are, not the disguise they have been wearing for most of your life.

The most interesting is my own family. If only I could redpill my mother. Get her away from the goddamn TV. It’s got to be exhausting being her. Being afraid, being uncertain. Waiting, begging the TV to tell her who and what to be afraid of next. I’m exhausted just thinking and writing about it.

Being on the outside is liberating, I wouldn’t change it for anything. But it can be lonely sometimes. Friends and family do not, cannot, or will not understand what you are trying to tell them. I might as well being speaking a foreign language, or talking to a wall.

Once you take the redpill, there truly is no going back. Nothing will ever be the same as it was before you took it.

You will however see things as they truly are, not how you wish it would be, or what other’s have told you it would be. It ain’t pretty.

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