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Caught In The Middle

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Things seem to be “heating up.” One of the latest things that I’ve seen on social media is the “NFAC” or “Not Fucking Around Coalition,” arming themselves and parading out to a monument and calling on the “White Supremacists” to show themselves.

The left is more or less controlling the streets, disrupting other people’s lives by blocking traffic, burning shit down, breaking shit, and beating the shit out of people.

On the other side of the coin, many moderates and conservatives vacillate between, “Where are da cops?” and “Get ready to boog.”

Chest Rockwell, @RuleZeroDad on Twitter, had a great tweet about it:

(Bold emphasis is mine.)

Listen. I get it. Something, something poking bear, sleeping giant, just you wait, we’re near a breaking point.
But seriously, fuck you if you advocate taking up arms when most of us have something to lose, and I’m not guaranteed freedom after I’m forced to join you and kill.
And here is the crux of the matter:
Most of us have something to lose. Whether it be our property, our jobs, our families, our freedom to not sit in jail or in a prison, or our very lives.
Every “cause” requires a martyr at some point. The problem with being a martyr is twofold:
1. You have to die.
2. You don’t get to stick around and see what, if any, results came from your martyrdom. You won’t know if you died in vain or not.
Everybody wants to join the cause, but nobody wants to be the first in line to be a martyr.
It seems like I’m seeing a lot of people talking a big game about “pushing back,” and yet I’m not seeing anyone actually doing anything about pushing back. I think that’s because of what Chest said earlier:
They all have something to lose. That, and nobody wants to be a martyr. I know I have much to lose and I sure as hell don’t want to be a martyr.
I’m writing this because I’m frustrated. I’m frustrated because the inmates are running the asylum. I’m frustrated because in all honesty, by the time the “sane majority” of the population actually decide to do something, it will be too late. We’re pretty much there already.
Mackenzie, @_KenziePuff on Twitter, tweeted a short video. In it, the guy who was talking said:
“How radical is your opinion when the cops and the National Guard are kneeling and doing the Macarena, dancing with protesters, and every major corporation has put out a message and donated money to this cause. How radical are your opinions really?”
He goes on about spray painting cop cars and the police doing nothing and then the video ends with the guy saying, “It’s being allowed to happen.”
We’re already there.
We’ve been witness to the demonizing of masculinity for some time now. We also been witness to “white = bad.” We’ve now been witness to people being shot by protesters in their cars as they are trying to leave a mob controlled area.
I honestly don’t think it will be long before we actually are going to witness a public execution of a civilian on the street, in broad daylight, by another civilian. All because they were on the “wrong team.”
Will that executed person become the “martyr” that is needed? If not, how many acts of brutality and violence will it take, with government and law enforcement backing away from it, before someone actually does something about it? What is it going to take to take back our country?
Is our country worth “taking back?” Is she worth fighting for? Plenty of people are sitting on their hands and wanting to have a discussion with “the other side,” which I’m all for actually. Except it seems that “the other side” doesn’t want to talk anymore, if they ever did.
Choosing a path of non-agression doesn’t mean that others aren’t training to murder you and take your stuff. – Jack Donovan.
If the Red Pill has taught me anything, it has taught me to watch people’s actions and their behaviors and not listen to their words. It’s easy to lie with words. Not as easy to lie with actions and behaviors.
One of the saddest realizations to me is that “those in power” whoever they are and may be, don’t want us talking to each other. They want that fight. They want blood to spill in the streets. They want us killing each other at some point.
Where does all of this end? Where does all of this go? I honestly don’t know. From what I’m seeing though, it doesn’t look like it ends well. For any of us.
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Idiocracy

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There is no future, there is no past. There is only the present.

Yes I’m ripping off the movie with the same title to use as my title. It’s apt. Deal with it.

Guy goes online and talks about how marriage and kids are better than a high notch count. Same guy has a low notch count. Another guy goes online and talks about meeting an overweight woman and helping her to lose the weight, “she will be grateful.” Same guy has an overweight wife.

Both guys are fairly young, late 20’s to early 30’s if I’m correct. Both guys lack major experience. Both guys are running their mouths on the internet as if they are some sort of “authority.”

I understand that age doesn’t necessarily make or give you authority, but experience or in this case, the lack of it, does. Both guys lack experience, and yet they are lauded for it. Retweets and likes aplenty.

Welcome to Idiocracy.

When guys with little to no experience are hailed as guru’s and authorities, and guys with actual experience are either ignored or they are shouted down, you are in an idiocracy.

Want to preach the “evil’s” of a high notch count? Fine. But your notch count had better be higher than my own if I’m going to take you seriously.

Want to talk about taking a fat girl, getting her to work out and get her thin, and she’ll be “grateful” to you? Yeah, I’ve been a witness to this one personally, firsthand:

Back in 1995, I met a woman who pushed all of my attraction buttons. Height, weight, hair length, hair color, personality, she pretty much had it all. She had it going on so much, I even broke my rule of dating co-workers. I dated her and she was a co-worker. She’s also the reason that I created my own rule of not dating co-workers.

This woman had told me she had a sister, and one day we were hanging out at her house. I noticed a picture hanging on the wall. I asked her, “Is that your sister?” The picture was of a woman with brunette hair and the girl was damn near morbidly obese. My girl was blonde and thin.

“No, that’s me from a couple of years ago.”

Wait, what?

Yeah, my girl was the same girl in that picture. She had gastric bypass surgery a couple of years before. She had also had a fiance back in the day as well. When she started losing weight, she gained a lot of attention from men. Men that normally would have ignored her when she was fat. She went from invisible to being visible, and she went wild. She not only lost weight, but she ditched the fiance and started riding the carousel. I’m not criticizing her for doing it. Hell, I was a beneficiary of it. I also understand where she’s coming from. When I was younger, I was overweight and all but invisible to women. When I lost that weight and became visible, I went “hog wild” with it.

I’m getting a little off tangent here. The point I’m trying to make is that most women aren’t going to be “grateful” to a guy who helps them lose weight, they are going to ditch that guy and “trade up.” I don’t fault them for this, it’s just what happens. Does this happen all the time, every time? Of course not. I’m positive there are exceptions to the rule. My point is, do you want to risk your future happiness, your family, and your wealth on it?

Taking this guy’s advice would be a terrible idea in my opinion. He lacks experience. But hey, it’s your life, and like I always say, you get to burn.

I’m not sure which is worse, the idiot spouting his mouth off on the internet, or the followers who like and retweet the guy’s nonsense. Welcome to idiocracy.

I can understand why a lot of younger people are giving backlash to “the boomers.” Much of the world we live in and the state of affairs can be laid at the boomers feet. Also, a lot of boomer advice is outdated in today’s modern world. All I have to do is look to my own Father and his dating “advice” to see that. At the same time, don’t be so quick to throw the baby out with the bathwater. Otherwise you end up listening to people who sorely lack experience and you become the idiot.

Be careful who you listen to, in all areas of life, not just online. Be extra careful of the guys that you follow online though. Pictures, stories, even whole lives are crafted and faked. It’s easy as hell to do it. Everyone lies. Everyone deceives, even if it’s just self deception, which is the worst. Everyone is just some random asshole on the internet. Question everything they say. It’s taxing and it’s tiresome, I get it. But you need to do it. You need to look for experience over fluff and fanfare. Realize that what they are promoting is in fact, their agenda. It may work for them, but does it work for you? Realize that they have interests, but are their interests in your best interest? I would be surprised if they are. Cynical, I know. But that comes from experience.

Think for yourself. Then act. Put it into motion. Put it into play. Test it out for yourself. See what happens. That’s how you get experience. Or you can listen and follow the latest random asshole on the internet. You can like, retweet, and regurgitate his latest nonsense. You can be an idiot following another idiot. You can complete that circle.

Welcome to Idiocracy.

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Let ‘Em Burn Part 2

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The Latest Dumpster Fire Brought To You By BullRush.

Hang on with me here for a minute while I give you some definitions. I promise, there’s a point to it.

The definition of sadism: A delight in cruelty. Yes, there’s a sexual component in the main definition as well, but for the purposes of this article, I’m not using the sexual part, just the delight in cruelty.

The definition of masochism: pleasure in being abused or dominated : a taste for suffering.

Normally, I’m not one to go back and read my blog posts once I’ve done the initial proof-reading and submitted it for posting. I’m definitely a “one and done guy” when it comes to what I write. Otherwise I would be constantly going back, changing shit up, adding something here, deleting something there, and the work would probably never see the light of day. My perfectionism in what I do is one way that I definitely set myself on fire.

I had to go back today though and read my first post about letting them burn. I wanted to make sure that what I’m going to bring up today isn’t just an entire repeat and rehash of that prior work.

Side note:

I’m really proud of that post. I’m also really proud of myself that I didn’t go back and start nitpicking it and rearranging it like I thought I would. I guess while I doused myself in gasoline with the thought of going back and revisiting it, I didn’t actually strike a match and set myself on fire.

The post still stands. I should hope it does, since it’s sort of my mantra.  Most of the stuff I write about is more, “notes to myself” than anything.

Here’s a funny thing I’ve realized:

I have a little sadistic streak. I get a little giddy when I watch someone burn. I find myself giggling when it happens. I’m not going to lie, it’s fun to watch them burn. I want to pull out the marshmallows and start cooking them over the fire, and then ask them, “How’s that working out for ya, bud?” But I know they won’t hear me over the sound of the flames.

I’m beginning to think in terms of sadism and masochism lately. The only thing I can think of when someone sets themselves on fire is that they want to burn, that they want to suffer. You and have both seen someone set themselves on fire again and again, over the same issue or issues. I’m thinking that if you do that, you’re probably a masochist. You enjoy the suffering. With the power of the internet at your fingertips, a group of Men in the ‘Sphere who are willing and able to help you out, and you ignore that help, or even better, you refuse it? You are a masochist in my eyes. You definitely get to burn. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure you are a decent person, but burn you will. And I will enjoy watching it happen. I’ll warm my hands over your fire.

Every now and then, I’ll stumble across someone burning and get this impulse to want to help them, to save them from themselves. I have to take a step back, take a deep breath, and tell myself, “Let ‘Em Burn.” And then I can smile and nod, tell them what they want to hear if necessary, and get on with my life. I don’t get nearly as pissed off as I used to.

I have empathy, believe me I do. Whatever dumb shit someone is doing at that moment, I’ve probably done it before. So I most likely know where they are coming from. I just don’t do pity. I’m not going to feel sorry for myself when I set myself on fire, and I’m not going to feel sorry for you or anyone else when they set themselves on fire. You just get to burn.

I’m finding myself wanting to add fuel to that fire these days. It’s that sadist in me. Instead of just sitting back and roasting marshmallows, I’m wanting to “agree and amplify” the inferno in front of me. I’m thinking and hoping that what will happen is that you will burn hotter, faster, and brighter than before, and therefore you’ll burn out or put your own fire out faster so that we can get on with the business of getting on. Maybe that will work out. Maybe not. We’ll see. Time will tell.

Guys, if you are going to take “Let ‘Em Burn” to heart and actually use it, you’re going to have to get merciless and ruthless, especially with yourselves. Don’t do pity on yourselves. Don’t feel sorry for yourselves. Don’t kill yourselves when you set yourselves on fire, but don’t have a pity party either. It’s okay when you burn, that’s hopefully when and where you will learn about yourselves. Maybe you won’t be so eager to light another match on the next go around. Then again, maybe you’re a masochist and you enjoy your suffering. I understand that too. And if you want, I’m more than happy and willing to help you in that endeavor as well. I like to watch people twist in the wind. I enjoy the bonfires. The marshmallows are especially tasty when I’m toasting them over you. I enjoy it when I roast those babies over myself. Guess I’m kind of a masochist too.

When you’re either done burning and have put yourself out, or it burned out on it’s own, I’ll be there for you if you would like. I can either hand you a damp towel so that you can wipe the soot off of your face, or I can hand you another container of gasoline and another match.

Either way, I’m good.

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