Accountability

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Lately I’ve seen men and women bashing on men. You’ve seen it as well I’m sure.

Man up! Stop doing this, be more of that, if only you would just “get it.”

And men, at least the one’s who do “get it,” understand that most women will avoid accountability like the plague. Can’t have it. It would mean that it is their (women’s) poor choices that got them where they are today. And it’s true. That really is why they are where they are today.

But there’s more to it than that. I’m sure that there is many factors that are way more complex than what I’m going to go into here.

We as men are partially responsible for the state of women today as well. Now we are NOT responsible for the choices that they make. That’s on them.

We ARE responsible for giving them a pass though. We are responsible for letting their poor choices slide. Women create their own bad habits and poor behaviors, but we as men are the one’s who enable those choices and behaviors by “going along to get along.”

Let’s take crime and punishment as an example.

Right now I’m seeing all sorts of women as teachers getting busted for having sex with their students. Some of these teachers aren’t bad looking, even in their mug shots. Part of me is like, “Damn, where were these teachers when I was in school?” But then the adult and potential father in me is like, “These women are predators, no different than if it was a male teacher having sex with a male or female student.”

Point is, it makes no difference as far as I’m concerned. They ARE predators. They should be punished accordingly. A male teacher convicted of having sex with a minor will get at least 5 years in prison, possibly a lot more. A woman? A year. Tops. If even that. Maybe 90 days in jail. Maybe. Probation is a definite possibility. A slap on the wrist.

I’m sure you are well aware of what I just said, but here’s where I’m going with it.

Who decides the punishment? A judge and/or jury. Usually a judge. Most judges are still men last time I checked. They are the one’s with the latitude when it comes to most sentencing.

Who wrote the laws? Again, most likely it was a man or men.

See where I’m going here?

Take it to the home for some of you. If you have kids, who are you most lenient on? Who gets the pass most often? Maybe you are truly “neutral” when it comes to punishment, and if so, good for you. But are you really? What about your spouse? Our children will test us as they are growing up, seeing where the boundaries are. Seeing what they can “get away with.”

We do it in our relationships too. I’m guilty of it. I let the girlfriend slide when it comes to many things. I’ve enabled certain bad habits because of it. I’m aware of it and I’m doing what I can to reverse it. I also know that ultimately she is responsible for her behavior. So I’ll call her out on it. The majority of the time, it works. I’m not a dick about it, I’m not a tyrant either. Just firm. I won’t budge. I won’t blink. She blinks.

I’m not bashing my own gender, god knows there’s enough of that going on in the world right now and has been for a long time. We can’t control everything someone else does, we truly can only control ourselves. But we can stop giving the women in our lives a pass all of the time. We can call them out when they do stupid shit. We can hold them accountable. We can show them through example that there are consequences for their actions and behaviors.

We can better ourselves and through our examples, we can show our women that they too, can become better.

We need to stop giving them a pass so much. We need to stop letting so many things slide. Stop being afraid of rocking the boat. Stop being afraid of upsetting the women in your life. Stop being afraid that she’ll “hold out” on you, that you won’t get the golden pussy.

She may get pissed at you, probably will. She may even leave you. That’s a total possibility. She’ll probably respect you more though, and if not, well, to me, the writing is on the wall.

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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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“Family Cloths”

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Family Cloths. What are they? They are reusable toilet paper. Think of an old t-shirt that has been hacked up into squares, kinda like toilet paper and there you go. Good old reusable t-shirt toilet paper.

In my house, they are known affectionately as “Butt Wipes.”

Why do I have “Butt Wipes?” Well, you see, about 2 years ago, my girlfriend, she gets on these kicks where she wants to reduce her carbon footprint, get more “green,” and “do her part” to save the planet or something like that. These butt wipes are one of those moments that she had. Now, in her defense, it’s not actually a bad idea. They are much more softer than any of the best store bought TP. They definitely, ahem, clean you better. And what’s better than free? We’ve saved a small fortune from not having to buy any toilet paper in over two years.

What do butt wipes have to do with my journey through the Red Pill? I’m getting there. Trust me, I have a destination in mind, and yes, it’s tied to the Red Pill.

The other day, my girlfriend and I are lounging around the house. I’m doing my laundry for the next week at work. I stopped into the bathroom to take a piss and realized that the butt wipes were about out.

The following conversation ensued:

Me: “The butt wipes are running low, looks like it’s time to do a load in the laundry.”

Her: “Okay good to know.”

Me: “If we don’t do them soon, like tonight, you’ll be wiping your ass with your hand tomorrow.”

Cue hysterical laughter from her. I do that for her sometimes. Make her laugh hysterically. It’s one of my “things.”

So what do butt wipes and my journey through the Red Pill have in common?

Only just this:

Be Prepared.

Be prepared in whatever you are going to do. Have a plan. Decide where it is you’re going to eat. Decide what it is you are going to eat. Have a plan for when shit hits the fan. And it will eventually. Decide what you are going to wear tomorrow. Plan for leaving early for work when the weather turns to shit. Plan for an alternate way home when the freeway is stacked bumper to bumper because of some dip shits having an accident and snarling everyone else up.

Have a plan for if/when she leaves you.

Have a plan for your money. How are you going to save it? How are you going to spend it? What are you saving for? What are you spending it on? Do you really need anymore shit in your life? In your house? Be prepared to ask yourself these questions. Be prepared to answer them as well.

If you are a Man and are reading this, your’s is to LEAD. If you don’t know where you are going, how will you know when you get there? If you don’t have a destination in mind, anywhere will do I guess. If you aren’t “driving the bus” of your life, someone else will be. Don’t be surprised when you end up somewhere you didn’t want to go.

Stop sleepwalking through your life. Make some plans, be prepared. Be adaptable enough to change on a dime if need be when shit gets sideways and goes south. Have a plan and also learn to improvise when necessary.

Be prepared for when she shit tests you. And she will.

Know what it is that you want. What do you want from your job? Your family? Yourself?

Be prepared. Have a plan.

Be prepared or you might be wiping your ass with your hand tomorrow.

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