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Go Big Or Go Home

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There are some maxims or adages that I live by. Now granted my maxims aren’t necessarily original, and they aren’t set in stone. They aren’t meant to limit but to help me expand my life.

Today I’m going to talk about one that I call “Go Big or Go Home.” Sure you’ve all heard that one before, and maybe you know what it means, but let me ask you this:

Do you put “Go Big or Go Home” into practice in your life? You may say the words a hundred times or more, and you may even hear it ten times more than that, but do you actually put them into practice?

Here’s a couple of examples from my own experience that have worked out extremely well:

  1. Met a woman not too long ago, realized that I was attracted to her, started the flirting and the banter up and escalated the talk towards sex and sensuality really quick. Maybe two or three minutes quick. Why not? Go big or go home right? Can you see the benefit of doing this, and doing it quickly? a) It sets the tone quick and right up front. b) It will keep you from the friendzone. c) It will polarize her. I’ve found that women fall into 3 categories: 1. They are interested in you. 2. They are not interested in you. 3. They could be interested in you. Polarizing them gets the maybe’s into either the interested or not interested groups real quick. d) You don’t waste time when you’re going after what you want. e) I’ve gotten what I wanted more often than not.
  2. When you do Go Big or Go Home, you tend to stand out. With women, with Men, with people in general, doesn’t matter where you are and what you are doing, you stand out. I’m on the short end of the bell curve when it comes to my height, it can be an obstacle for sure, but I don’t let it get in my way. I just push and work that much harder for the results that I want. Most people that have met me in real life don’t realize how short I am until I mention it. Usually they think I’m taller than I actually am. That’s because I “carry” myself as much taller. It’s go big or go home baby.

When I was younger, I tried doing the blending in thing. Tried not rocking the boat. Tried to be “humble.” Where did that get me? Nowhere. Just miserable is all. So I gave it up and figured if this is the only life that I get to have, I might as well live it as I want to. So I got bold, loud, brash.

What happened? Well I pissed a lot of people off in the beginning. Most of them knew me in my “prior life,” and they didn’t like what I was becoming. That was because I wasn’t doing what they wanted me to do anymore. Needless to say, I lost some “friends.” Oh well.

What did I gain though? I enjoy my life far more thoroughly now. The people that show up in my life know me how I am and they accept it, it’s all they know. They are “with the program.” The people that show up now are far more “alive” than the earlier crowd. They are willing to do things the old crowd wouldn’t have dreamed of doing. They are willing to push the envelope with me and beside me. Why not? Seriously, what’s the worst thing that can happen?

The people I’ve met, the friends that I’ve made, they are fiercely loyal to me. I have no doubt that they have my six and would take a bullet for me. That’s because they know that I have their six and would take a bullet for them.

What ever you choose to do and put out there, that’s what people are going to see and come to expect from you. And more often than not, not only will they expect it from you, they’ll accept it too. You would be surprised to find out the shit you can get away with if you only just go big or go home.

Whatever you believe about yourself is true. Argue for your limitations and sure enough, they’re yours. Instead of having limiting beliefs, what if you believed that you are bigger than you think you are?

Life became much more intense, much more engaging, and a helluva lot more fun when I decided to go big or go home. I’m not attached to outcomes so much anymore, I’m more interested in what will happen. It’s like doing science experiments minus the lab setting. Crazy and cool shit happens if you let it and push for it.

What’s stopping you from going big or going home? What’s the worst that can happen? Face that fear. So you lose the girl. So you lose the job. So you don’t get the raise. So you don’t get the promotion. So what? As long as whatever it is doesn’t actually kill you, so fucking what?

You’re not going to get the results you want by walking on eggshells. You won’t get anything other than misery by blending in and not rocking the boat.

So what are you going to do about it?

 

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Seattle Is Dying

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Modern Day Seattle

The other night, Sunday night or technically Monday morning while I was having another bout with sleeplessness, I watched this item:

I call it an item because I’ve got a whole lot of mixed feelings about it.

First off, I actually think it is fairly non-biased as far as current, modern journalism goes. The guys who did it seemed pretty fair in their take on what is going on in Seattle. I’ll admit when it comes to MSM, I figure just about all of it is bullshit propaganda meant to brainwash the viewer into buying into the current narrative, but this one didn’t seem like that.

I have mixed feelings about it because I remember when I went to Seattle back in 2004. Now granted I only spent a week there, and I didn’t get to see as much of Seattle as I would have liked, but I did get to see quite a bit. What I remember about Seattle is that it was beautiful, very green, and at the time, especially for the size of the city and its population, it was really clean.

Not so much anymore. At least from what you will see in this video. Seattle has literally become an actual, honest to god, shithole. On one hand, I’m actually shocked and saddened to see this. It was a beautiful city. I almost wanted to cry when I saw the amount of garbage in the streets. This is in modern day America. How could such a beautiful city look like something from a third world nation? How did we go so low?

I almost cried. Almost.

I know how Seattle got to where it’s at. I’m pretty sure you do too. It got where it’s at because this is what the voting citizen’s of Seattle wanted. They voted this shit in. This is what happens when you vote for liberal/progressive policies, procedures, and politicians.

I said I had mixed emotions about it and I do. I’m sad and yet I’m not. I’m shocked, but not really. For the most part, I do believe Seattle gets what it deserves. Citizens of Seattle, you voted for this, it’s what you wanted. Now you get to sleep in the shit and the filth and the drugs because this is what you wanted. You get the crime and the despair because you would rather virtue signal your ultra liberal bullshit ideology. I hope you choke and gag on the odor of feces and urine as it wafts through your streets and through your windows. It’s what you wanted. You voted for it. You made your bed, now lie in it.

If I was a tourist and I went to current day Seattle, I promise I would never go back. Hell, just watching the video has made me think, “yeah, I don’t think so.” There’s nothing there worth putting up with the homeless camps, the drug paraphrenalia, and the garbage. There’s nothing I would want to see in Seattle anymore. Other parts of Washington? Okay, sure. But Seattle itself? No thank you. You guys can keep your garbage piles to yourself. I’ll take my tourist dollars somewhere else, I’ll vote with my wallet.

Apparently San Francisco is the same way, from what I’ve heard anyways. Same type of problems. That’s because of the same type of bullshit politics. The dipshit voters in San Francisco vote like the dipshit voters in Seattle. Imagine my surprise. Color me shocked. Another shithole in modern America. Go figure.

I have been talking to my Brothers from Masculine Geek about this and I’ve told both of them to come out to Utah and check it out. Now Utah isn’t perfect. It’s no “promised land” or any kind of a “mecca.” But Seattle or San Francisco it ain’t. I’m pretty sure that’s due to the mostly conservative voting and the religion of the region.

I told my Brothers to come out here and check it out and I meant it. Maybe they will find the time some time this summer or fall to come out here and spend some time seeing what’s to be seen and to hang out with me. Maybe they will like it enough that they will want to stay. Maybe I can get them to move out here. That would be pretty awesome if that happened. I’m still trying to envision what actually living near other red pilled Men would be like.

I’m trying to envision what having a physical tribe, an actual geographically close group of Men that hold the same values, views, opinions, and goals would look like. How cool would that be? We have accomplished a lot in a short time, and we have done all of it so far via computer screens, phone calls, texts, and e-mails. What the fuck else could we do in actual close physical proximity to each other?

What if we did that and it worked out so well for us that other Men and even their families wanted to do the same? Whether they came to Utah too, or they connected with each other in other parts of the country and moved closer to one another? What else would be possible? What kind of a reality can we create for ourselves by the simple act of being in closer proximity to one another? What if doing something like this is the next step? What if this how we slow or even reverse the decline? What if this is the next logical move?

It starts with reading blogs, watching videos, interacting on social media, which then turns into phone calls, texts, and skype calls. Which turns into getting in a car, jumping on an airplane, getting on a train and going for a visit. Maybe a few days, a week, or a couple of weeks. Which turns into looking into housing, jobs, and ultimately actually making a move. Picking up your belongings, packing your stuff and your family and making a move. Being closer to one another. Being closer to Yours, or in this case, Us.

How fucking cool would that be?

It may not be easy, but anything worthwhile is never easy. It takes time, but not nearly as much as you think it would take. It’s something that is real, tangible, and can actually happen. You just need to want it bad enough and be willing to do what it takes to get there.

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Journey Into The Desert

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“Close Your Eyes, Look Deep In Your Soul. Step Outside Yourself, And Let Your Mind Go.”

One of the things that I love to do when motorcycling is go into the desert.

The feel of the heat of the sun beating down on me, the whip of the wind against my face, the vibration of the machine beneath me.

No radio on, nothing but the sound of the wind in my ears, the hum of the road, and the rumble of the engine.

Nothing to do but ride, be in the moment, and be alone with my thoughts when they show up.

When you are riding a motorcycle, you have no problems, at least for the time that you are riding. Whatever troubles and concerns you have back in the world, melt and fade away.

There’s nothing quite as exquisite as a woman behind you, tightening her grip around your waist with her hands and her hips as you twist down on the throttle and give the iron horse more juice.

There’s nothing as exquisite as riding into the desert. Yes I know that sounds cliche, but the cliche exists for a reason. There really is nothing like riding into the desert. The smell of the hot tarmac, the sand grit blowing against you, stinging, even the occasional bug that kills itself against your goggles as you fly towards it at close to 100 miles per hour. Even spitting sand out of your mouth when you stop for gas or a stretch is a small blessing in and of itself. It may not be a pretty picture or thought, but it’s a blessing nonetheless. Why is that? Why, it’s because you are still alive! Alive.

Alive and in the desert. Where the desert doesn’t know your name, doesn’t care where you came from, doesn’t care where you are going, and doesn’t care if you stay or go. The desert doesn’t care about you or your existence. In fact, the desert is merciless enough, that if you aren’t careful, you may never leave it’s embrace. Just another set of sun-bleached bones slowly sinking into the sand and the earth if you don’t watch your back.

The heat can and will blister your skin lobster red and peel it right off of you in a New York minute. The heat will sap you of all your energy, all your water, your will, if you let it.

But the sights you will see! The sounds that you will hear when you shut the bike down, take a deep, deep breath, breathing in the desert, her scent; the sounds come forth! Sounds you will never hear in the concrete jungle. The sound of silence. The sound of a million tiny things, living their million tiny lives, struggling against the desert itself for their own survival.

The desert is a harsh mistress, but she is beyond beautiful. Look carefully around you and what do you see?

Life in abundance! A million life forms growing and thriving, in spite of the desert. But the desert gives as well as it takes. You just have to know where to look and to look for it.

There! 50 feet away is a spot where there is water. You can tell because of the sparse vegetation that is growing there. Huddled around the hidden water like players on a field in a huddle before a play.

Over in the other direction is food if you dig but a little bit. You did bring a knife didn’t you?

And the nights in the desert. Oh the nights! The stars! The galaxies that reveal themselves in all their majesty! Millions upon billions of them! You never see them in the light pollution of the city.

How small and insignificant we are compared to the vastness above us. How utterly and infinitely tiny we are! No bigger than the grain of sand that we pick out of our ears or hair! And yet, here we are!

Riding season is coming up again, it’s time to get the Machine out of the garage, wake her from her slumber, give her a bath and a wax, and go to the desert.

The desert has a siren song, and it’s calling my name, calling to me.

Beckoning. Come, come, come….

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