We all die alone, that’s inevitable, and it sounds bad, but do you know what might be worse?

Living alone.

I was talking to a woman the other day, it started as texting and turned into a phone call. Let me give you something that she said to me:

Thank you so much for keeping a lonely, bitter Jew company.

Now granted, she was just being a bit funny, a bit sarcastic, and in my opinion, a bit jaded. Nothing wrong with that as I have gone through all of that myself, but it really got me to thinking. This woman is 40 going on 41, no kids, no really close family, no real ties to her community, no….nothing.

Other than her being caught up in outrage of course.

Yes, she is caught up in the same outrage that I was caught up in a couple of years ago. Like recognizes like and all of that. She’s pissed about the current administration here in the United States, she’s pissed about the current state of the education system, she’s pissed about feminism ruining the West, and she’s pissed about how hot it is where she lives.

That last one I can agree with. As I’m writing this, it’s over 100 degrees Fahrenheit in Salt Lake City and it’s only June. We are having a record heat wave and I can only imagine what July and August are going to bring if this is what we are at now. But I’m getting off track.

This woman takes very good care of herself physically and eats healthy. She works out. She’s highly intelligent. But she worries about shit that she has no control over and she will never have control over. Playing the social politics games is a losing proposition guys, you can’t win. It’s too big and you ain’t shit but a small fry. So why bother with it?

This woman can’t keep a guy around for more than a short while I imagine, and it’s because of her drinking all of the Kool-Aid of politics. I was blown away when she started sending me links to YouTube videos and they were about politics. Not the usual “Left is best, progressivism for the win, strong independent woman” schlock that I’m used to seeing from women, but stuff from the “Right.” Prager U stuff. Quasi-tradcon stuff. Stuff I got caught up in years ago. Thank you, but no thank you, I’ve been there, done that, and I got the T-shirt.

It’s sad when you try and flirt with someone and you make a remark that is meant to be flirty and a compliment, and you get combat in response.

(She sends a picture of herself, which in my opinion, she looks good)

Me: “You look…Tasty.. ;-)”

Her: “How or why do I look ‘tasty?’ I asked because I don’t understand ‘tasty.’ I don’t see it. I don’t get ‘tasty.’ ‘Tasty’ isn’t very fitting to me. I don’t understand it…At least not for that pic.”

Jesus Christ woman, do you NOT know how to flirt? Do you NOT know when you are being flirted with? Just take the compliment, roll with it, and move on.

Like I said at the beginning of this post, we all die alone. But what might be worse? Living alone.

But in my case, living with this woman would be worse.

It would be hell.

I have mentioned it before on many occasions, many live streams, and I’m pretty sure that I have written about it here on this blog before as well, but I’m too lazy to go back and find the links for them all, so I’ll recap it here:

When it comes to dating in today’s day and age, both men and women are retarded.

They don’t know how to communicate effectively with each other. They don’t know how to have a fucking phone call anymore. They don’t know how to take a compliment. They don’t know how to flirt.

Personally I believe that a lot of that has to do with everyone texting or messaging each other instead of having a phone call or a face to face interaction. All hail the Screen. The Screen is Dead. Long Live the Screen.

And as I go on in this journey of my life, I’m finding out it’s not only the younger generations that don’t know how to have a face to face, or voice to voice interaction, it’s even people of my own generation.

Having conversations, flirting, and human interaction is much like lifting weights or any other skill. It’s learned. If you don’t practice it often or do it enough, you begin to entropy. You lose it much like you lose muscle mass if you stop working out, or you lose the ability to play a musical instrument if you give it up.

Get off the app, the messenger, the text program and dial a phone number and make a call. Talk to someone. Hear their voice, engage with them. And if you so desire, move that conversation to a face to face encounter and actually talk to them. See them in front of you with your own eyes, not on a screen. Get yourself back into “conversational shape.”

While you will die alone, you may not have to live alone, if that is your choice.

About that one time that the only reason that I’m still alive is because I looked at my cats and thought, “Who will take care of them after I’m gone? How long will it take before someone notices that I’m not around and decides to do a welfare check on me?”

Yes, the last time, in the not too distant past, when I seriously looked down the barrel of a shotgun once again, the only thing that really stopped me was looking at my cats and wondering what would happen to them if I killed myself. I stayed alive for them. Now I stay alive for me as well.

Let’s talk about friendship shall we? How does it tie in to me almost killing myself, but if not for my cats?

You’ll connect the dots with me as we go…

I have met a lot of really cool and interesting people over the last few years. The latest, as far as meeting in person, is Roman. Roman Opiate Tales. He used to be on Twitter before he had enough. He is/was the guy who did paintings of nude women. I was so impressed with his art that I bought a print of one of them, and I had him sign it for me when he and his wife came out to Salt Lake City a couple of weeks ago. I had an absolutely wonderful evening smoking a cigar, eating food, and showing him a little of the Salt Lake valley. It was a truly magnificent time.

It reminds me of when I met Matt FreeMatt last year during the pandemic. I remember having breakfast with him and then inviting him to my home where we talked philosophy and religion for several hours.

I remember when BullRush came to my house over New Years and about how he about shit himself with how cold it can get in Utah. I remember taking him to see my tattoo artist and he got some work done on himself. I remember shooting guns with him and smoking cigars, drinking a little bit, and the talks. The talks that went on for more than 24 hours straight.

I remember meeting Joe from ProudMasculine on Jon’s show, Dude Party. I haven’t met Joe in real life yet, but that is going to change in the future. Hopefully sooner than later. Joe is an honest to god, real person. A real man. He’s got his shit that he goes through, his challenges, just like we all do, and he’s not afraid to share that stuff with me. That’s what you do when you are real friends. You are there for each other. The good, the bad, the ugly, all of it.

The longer I do this, the more I can see what it is that I’m ultimately looking for, and what I’m not looking for. I’m looking to make genuine friends.

Caio from the Failsafe and I talked the other day on the phone. He’s a beautiful soul with an incredible amount of talent. He’s also got his challenges that he’s dealing with just like we all do. Caio, if you end up reading this, remember what I told you. Now. Now is your time. You have opportunities ahead of you that I do not have and probably will never have. Embrace it. Go with it. And fuck anything and everything that moves. If you won’t do it for yourself, do it for me. Remember: “This one is for Rob!”

Talking with Nick August is like talking to a brother that I have never had. A southern one to boot. I look forward to the day that I can sit with him, smoking a cigar, and drinking a beer while he’s grilling something savory and is red meat on the grill. And we’ll probably laugh ourselves into tears over the nonsense that we have seen on social media.

And when the time comes that I meet Jack Napier in real life, I’m going to hug him. Yep, I said it. I’m going to fucking hug him. Because that’s what you do with your little brother who is way fucking taller than you. And then we are going to laugh, maybe even cry a little bit, and then we are going to drink and chase women. Because that is what you do with your little brother who is also your friend.

None of these guys felt the need to give me their “Origin Story.” None of them felt compelled to tell me about their “Red Pill Journey.” They just extended their hand in one way or another and offered me their friendship. Which is all I ever really wanted.

Maybe you want to help guys and make some money while you are doing it. That’s cool in my book, I hope that works out for you, I really do. But you don’t need to show me how “alpha” you are. I’m sure you can out fight me, you can out drive me, you can probably out shoot me, out lift me, and some of you can probably out fuck me and already have. Some of you can out earn me and probably have more money than I do too. That’s all good. I’m sure that many of you can out cook me and a great many can out drink me as well, but don’t underestimate me on that last one. Getting older has taught me a lot about drinking. I may surprise you and god help you if you pass out before I do.

While you may be able to quote Rollo chapter and verse, and you have watched every video that has ever been created by guys talking about the Red Pill, including some of my own videos, let me ask you this:

Can you just be my friend? Or is that asking for too much?

Can you just be you without all the “alpha” bravado? Or is that who you really are? I have met some pretty “alpha” men and none of them are the caricatures that are running around on the internet. At least not one single one of them that I can genuinely call my friends.

My friends can call me, any time of the day or night and I’ll talk them off of a ledge if I can. I’m not Captain Save a Bro and I don’t have a hero complex, so you deciding to kill yourself is ultimately on you. But I’ll do my best to talk you down if I can and if you reach out to me. My friends know that if they need a place to crash for a bit, they can crash with me at my house. You’ll have to put up with two cats as well, as this is their house too, but you are welcome here if you are my friend.

What I am not is your guru. I’m not your idol. I’m not your hero to worship. I’m not your sounding board. I’m not your therapist and I’m not going to bail you out of jail if you fuck up bad enough to end up there, that’s on you. I’m not your Red Pill Savior. And I’m not your business partner. Don’t ask me to borrow money because if I lend money to you, we aren’t friends until that debt is paid in full, probably with interest thrown in. My ways of collecting on delinquent money border on the mafia.

I’m not your customer. That doesn’t mean I won’t buy something that you created. I very well might. But let me come to that decision on my own, of my own free will. Don’t try to sell something to me. I know there is no such thing as a free lunch and the stuff that I got “for free” came at a much higher cost than if I had just bought whatever it was. If I like you and what you are doing, I’ll probably buy whatever it is that you are selling, because that’s what I do. I like to support my friends in their endeavors. But if I feel like I’m your customer or your business acquaintance, then that is all you’ll ever be to me. I will close the door of friendship to you, probably forever. Because I don’t have time for business acquaintance bullshit. But I have time for my friends.

My inner circle of friends is very small and very select. But I would go through fire for every one of those friends, because I know they would do the same for me. Some of them have. Getting into that inner circle can be a task. I have learned to be very discerning over the years because of past mistakes, and sometimes you only get one chance these days and if you are not paying attention, you won’t even realize that you blew it.

People say, “don’t judge a book by it’s cover.” I say, yeah you can. More often than not, that person is showing you who they really are. The question is, do you want them in your life or not?

What image are you projecting out into the world? What are you showing to me? Do you want to be the most alpha that alphaed or ever will alpha? Or do you want to be my friend?

This last Tuesday I had the honor and privilege to be on Asshole Consulting on Aaron Clarey’s channel. There was a young man who was paying Aaron to answer the question, “I’m thinking of moving to Salt Lake City, Utah, should I?” Aaron brought me on to help give this young man an informed answer since I have lived in Salt Lake City all of my life. Check out the video if you want my take on this guy’s question plus some other hilarity and nonsense. It was a good time.

The reason that I’m writing this post today is that I get the sense that this young man is living somewhere that he would rather not live in. Where he currently resides, I have no idea, but it’s clearly not Salt Lake City, Utah, which brings me to my point.

Guys, there’s no “Mecca” out there for you.

I have seen a lot of guys over the last few years talk about how bad it is in the United States what with feminism and progressiveness and whatnot, and that there is some magical land “out there somewhere” that will cure what ails them. Go to Poland! Go to the Eastern Bloc! Go to Thailand! Go to Mexico! Go to Australia! Go to the Middle East! Go to South America! Surely it must be better than what we have in the United States.

The truth is, whatever you are leaving behind in the United States, you’re also going to have to give up something else, possibly something more, in another country. Do you like clean, running water? That’s not always on the menu in another country. Do you like consistent electricity? That’s not always an option in other countries. Do you like stable internet service? That’s not always possible in other countries. Do you like owning firearms and as many as you can afford, no matter what type or style they are? That’s not possible in other countries. Are you ready to learn, or do you speak another language? Because you will have to if you decide to move to another country. Are you ready to go through that countries immigration program to become a citizen of that country? Be prepared to wait for years sometimes before you can become a citizen of that chosen country, if at all. Are you willing to renounce your citizenship to the United States? Because if you do, good luck coming back legally. And depending on which country you want to go reside in, you may always be considered an outsider.

Are you ready to leave everyone you know and love behind, possibly never to see them again? Are you? That’s always a possibility moving to another country.

A lot of what I just covered can also happen if you decide to stay in the United States but you decide to move to another state. Some are gun friendly, some are most decidedly not. Some have lower tax rates than others, some are higher. In some states the ratio of men to women are greatly in favor of the men, meaning there are more men than there are women. Are you ready for that? Some are child friendly, some are not. Some have community property laws and common law marriages, some don’t. Have you done your homework and looked into these two particular topics? Are you going to? It would be in your best interest if you did.

In some states the family courts are so skewed towards women that it is practically criminal. Live in, get married, and have a family at your own peril. Have you thought about these things? Have you done your due diligence? Have you looked into it?

Some have a dominant religion that could be totally alien and foreign to you. Are you ready for the culture shock? Are you willing to convert? Discrimination based on religion is alive and well, even in 2021. Ask me how I know. Are you willing to lose customers and possibly your business because you aren’t part of the predominant religion in the state you are thinking of moving to? Are you willing to have your children isolated and shunned because they aren’t “x?” These are real things that happen in real time, even today. I’ve witnessed it over 40 years of my life and it is still a thing. And there is nothing you can do about it except either convert, move, or accept that this is what will happen to you, your spouse, and your children if you decide to have any.

I have looked into moving out of the United States in the past and I keep running into one hurdle or another that is too big for me to overcome. The things I would have to give up are too great for me. I like my firearms. I like clean, running water. I like dependable internet and electricity. I like a better ratio of men to women. I don’t want to convert to some form of faith that I know little to nothing about. I don’t want to be religious at all because I don’t believe in religion.

“Dude! You should move out of the United States!”

But to where?

There’s nowhere for me to go that will afford me the things that I hold dearly. Nowhere. I’ve looked. So here I will stay, in the United States, for better or worse.

Do your research. Do it thoroughly. Do it carefully. Take your time.

And remember:

There’s no “Mecca” for you. There’s no “magic dirt” that will solve all of your problems or cure what ails you. You will simply be trading your current problems for new ones. The funny thing is, if your problem is feminism, it’s too late. It’s already here. Everywhere. Some countries are simply behind the curve is all. Give them five to ten years, maximum, and they will be on par with what is already present in the United States.

It’s not called a “Global Village” for nothing.