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5 More Unpleasant Truths – 6

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  1. Ladies, I can’t necessarily speak for other men, but I love you. God knows I do. However… You really need to back off wanting to be in all the men’s spaces. You don’t need to be in all of them or even most of them. You have plenty of your own spaces, go play there. Leave the men be. This leads me to:
  2. Men, for the love of all that is holy, take your fucking spaces back! Stop inviting the women in, stop letting them in without a fight. Stop capitulating. Grow a set of balls, grow a spine, and learn to use the word: NO.
  3. Let’s talk about “equality” shall we? Ladies, when you have to sign up for selective service, when you decide to join the men collecting the garbage, climbing the power poles, digging the trenches, cleaning the sewers, roofing the houses, framing the houses, plowing the highways, digging in the mines, laying the cement, installing the power lines, chopping down the trees, slaughtering the animals for food, working on the oil rigs, building the buildings, transporting hazardous chemicals, refining the oil, etc., ad nauseum. I think you get the point. Then we can actually talk about “equality.” Until then, let’s suffice it to say that you’ve got it better. Read The Priviledged Sex and then get back to me.
  4. Guys, stop with the bragging. You sound like a blow-hard. No one but you buys your shit. When you brag, you are compensating. Keep that in mind. Think big truck, little dick. Your actions will speak far louder than words.
  5. Stop pandering to the women for the pussy. You ain’t gonna get it that way.

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Sheep, Sheepdogs, and Wolves

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A long time ago, in a prior life of mine when I worked in the armored car services, we had our bi-annual weapons certification course. Every six months we would have to get together with some state appointed instructors to qualify on our firearms to meet a minimum requirement by the state in order to keep our armed guard’s license, and in turn, keep our jobs. In addition to proficiency and maintenance of a firearm, we would have class training where we would go over the use of deadly force, the legalities of deadly force, common questions on conceal carry, and a host of other things all weapons related.

One time the instructor mentioned, Sheep (or sheeple, he had a high opinion of the general populace), sheepdogs, and wolves. Now for those of you that don’t know, sheep are the general population. Stupid, defenseless, crowd mentality, and weak. Wolves are the predators, villains, and bad guys. Sheepdogs are the “good guys.” The protectors of the sheep. The hero’s. Think cops, military, first responders. He went on and on about the virtues of being a sheepdog and vilified the wolves as much as he could have. But something about it sat wrong with me. Something was off.

I figured out what it was, and Jack Donovan, the author of The Way of Men and Becoming A Barbarian put it succinctly: (Bold and emphasis is mine.)

Plato referred to his guardian class, his sheepdogs, as “noble puppies.” I’ve borrowed that phrase many times myself – but aren’t puppies and sheepdogs both a bit too cute? Perhaps even insulting? Would ancient warriors have wanted to be called “puppies” or “sheepdogs?”

What is a sheepdog if not a domesticated wolf who, as the result of his breeding, training, and conditioning, does exactly what he is told?

A sheepdog is a pet. A sheepdog has a master. His master owns him. The sheepdog’s master is not the sheep. His master uses the sheepdog to control the sheep, who are his assets with which he will do as he pleases.

Perhaps a “sheepdog,” then, isn’t such a noble thing to be after all.

And being the sheep of a man who imagines himself as a sheepdog isn’t so great either.

If men are loyal to your tribe, and they are willing to maim and murder other men to protect you, why insult them by calling them slavish, domesticated pets? Why not call them your wolves? Don’t wolves defend their own pack?

If you are fighting to protect people you care about – your people – then why fight like a sheepdog when you can fight like a wolf?

I couldn’t have said it better.

The idea of being a “wolf” has gotten a bad rap over the years. I think that it’s time that we as men need to take the word back and make it an idea, or a virtue if you will, to live up to. It’s not bad being a wolf.

Personally I would rather be known and seen as a wolf instead of a sheepdog.

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5 Unpleasant Truths – 1

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  1. There is no One. While I’m at it, not only is there no One, but that old saying, “There’s someone out there for everyone?” Yeah, not so much. Don’t count on it.
  2. Looks matter. Yes ladies, I know you know that. Men? Your looks matter too. Maybe not as much as women’s do for us, but they do matter. If you are a fat piece of shit sitting on the couch, guzzling your beer and wolfing down a bag of Cheetos, do you really think Miss Pretty and Petite in the yoga pants is going to want to sit on your face and drink your jizz? She won’t. Why am I harping on this one? Because it’s one thing you have total control over. Your weight and your health is your decision. How good you look in the mirror, or not, is your fault. Fix it. Yes, I know it’s hard. Do it anyway. While I’m at it, fix your wardrobe. Get clothes that fit you. Not too tight, and not hanging around your ass baggy, either. Ladies, same goes for you. You want a fit, trim, and dapper man? You better be bringing your A game. No sweats and hair in a ponytail looking like you are going shopping at Walmart. Stop being lazy. Get your ass in shape as well if you aren’t already there. Your looks are what is most important to a man. Sorry not sorry, but it’s true.
  3. What you do will be thankless and expected of you if you are a man. Don’t bitch about it. Don’t get a martyr complex over it. If you do, you know what you’ll look and sound like? A whiny little bitch. Or a woman. Do you want that? No? Then deal with it. Women don’t care that you cleaned the house, fixed the car, took out the trash, and put in 60 hours at the office. That’s your job. That’s expected of you. It ain’t right, and it ain’t fair, but it is what it is. Which brings me to:
  4. Life isn’t fair. Nope. It’s not. Get over it. Your woman cheated on you? That sucks. Maybe you should have paid more attention to her. You should have been better. Your man left you for another woman? That blows. Maybe you should have fucked him more and sucked his dick more. You should have been better. Don’t wish it was easier, wish you were better. (Rollo Tomassi, The Rational Male)
  5. You can either be a victim or you can overcome, but you can’t do both. Right now, in our society, playing the victim card is rewarded and encouraged. It’s also the easy way out. This way, you never have to take responsibility for anything in your life. But you’ll never get better and you’ll never get far. You’ll never get past whatever it is that’s keeping you stuck in place. As an added bonus, when you play the victim card, you’ll get sympathy and kudos. For awhile. Then people will get sick of your shit and start avoiding you. True story.

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