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The Hangover

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I woke up at 6:33 in the morning with a raging, pounding headache. I jumped out of bed and nearly missed making it to the toilet. All the shit that I had imbibed came back up in a rush. My stomach clenched and heaved, forcing the contents out.

My legs were shaky and it was a miracle that I was able to stand. I staggered to the sink to wash the bile from my mouth. I looked into my own bloodshot eyes as I cupped water from my hands into my mouth. A six day old corpse looked better.

I flushed the toilet before staggering back into the bedroom, the smell of vomit and last night’s, whatever, was potent. My stomach fluttered at the smell.

Goddammit, I need to quit doing this. I can’t keep doing this. Something has got to give. Enough is enough. I keep going at this rate I’m either going to overdose and die, or I’m going to put a gun to my head and pull the trigger. This shit has got to stop.

Jumbled words and sentences swirl in my mind, voices screaming gibberish in the dark. It’s maddening.

“Semen retention!” “Alpha!” “Don’t lean in bro!” “Tell your son this!” “My legacy!” “I only bang 9’s and 10’s!” “Just lift!” “Keto!” “Carnivore!” “Feminism!” “Toxic masculinity!” “A real man!” “Save the west!” “In a society!” “Don’t call her immediately, wait a few days before you call her…”

Black coffee…

Cold showers…

I felt my stomach lurch and I sprinted to the bathroom, but this time I didn’t quite make it. The vomit splattered on my bare feet as it hit the floor.

Fucking guys.

Dumb assholes who don’t know anything about anything acting like they know everything about something. Fucking spergs.

You don’t really want to do anything except masturbate. It’s clear now that’s all you want to do. You want credit for something you haven’t done and probably never will. You want a participation trophy just for showing up.

You want that magic pill or that magic bullet that will magically make you… Whatever it is that you think you want to be. The problem is twofold though.

One. There is no magic bullet that will magically make you do or be anything.

Two. You don’t even know what you want. Except to jack off and waste both yours and my time.

I think you’re just mad. And possibly a little insane. You’re mad that things didn’t work out like your mom told you they would. She lied to you. That girl, that special one, that little prize on the pier lied to you too. She’s just like all the other girls. That’s what you tell yourself and what you say to me.

Newsflash: I don’t care. Tell it to someone who does. Go jerk off somewhere else, I don’t have time for your horseshit.

You have all of the information in the world right at your fingertips and yet you don’t want to do the work. Guess what? You get to burn. I realize now that you don’t really want solutions, you just want to masturbate and have someone pat you on the back.

A sheep in search of a shepherd is going to be slaughtered. Might as well be you. Better you than me. Besides, nothing has quite the taste like bitter tears. Your tears. Filling up my glass. I’ll toast your health as I down it. Better that than the pablum that you’ve been issuing from your sewage-hole called a mouth.

I’m not going to block you on social media. Oh no. That would be a trophy to you. “Did you see what that weesh guy did! He blocked me! What a sensitive asshole! LOL!”

I’ll just mute you. That way you’ll shut the fuck up.

You go on and on and on, typing your drivel on your keyboard for the other dipshits that follow you, and honestly, you remind me of my ex-wife. She wouldn’t shut the fuck up either.

A feminized man getting his fix from outrage and revenge porn, talking nonsense about saving the west and not jerking off. You sound just like the women that you hate. Oh I know, you claim you don’t hate them, and yet you do. You carry on about them like they are a scourge and how they “deserve” what they get. You’re fingering your own asshole the whole time.

I thought I disliked you, but I was wrong. Dislike is a strong word in this case. I actually pity you. I pity you because all you want to do is jerk off on your keyboard with nonsense, rationalizations, and excuses. You don’t want to do the work, you just want to be mad. So stay mad, I don’t care.

I’m going to do what I did when I did readings. I’m going to agree with you from now on and tell you what you want to hear. I’m going to bullshit you. I’m going to lie to you. I’m going to do it with a smile on my lips and a twinkle in my eye. You wanted it, you’re going to get it. After that I’m going to mute you so I don’t ever have to hear from you again. I’ll never see another word that you write again. It’s going to be such a relief.

What do you know? I’m feeling better already. The hangover from your bullshit is receding. The headache is gone and I think I can eat something and keep it down now.

I’ve got to go, I’ve got vomit to clean up. I need to take a shower and shave. Then maybe some lunch or something. After that, I’m off to get some sex.

Have a great day!

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“Beef-Only”

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FIGHT ME.

A little while ago, I was reading a thread on Twitter, and a guy in the thread dropped this little nugget of gold. There’s a lot to unpack in that post and I’m not going to go into it too much. Suffice it to say, it got me thinking. I’ll let you guys read it for yourself and do your own unpacking of it.

Here’s a few thoughts that I had about it though:

A beef-only thinker is someone you cannot simply talk to. Anything that is not an expression of pure, unqualified support for whatever they are doing or saying is received as a mark of disrespect, and a provocation to conflict. From there, you can only crash into honor-based conflict mode, or back away and disengage.

I’ve encountered a lot of people on the Internet of Beefs, which is pretty much all of social media these days. You can’t have a conversation with them, you can’t talk to them unless it is in support of whatever their beef is. Think about binary thinking and lack of nuance here. Everything is black or white, everything is us versus them. The beefs that people have range from the large scale, global type of stuff, such as climate change, down to the absolutely ridiculous like, if you don’t have kids, your opinion counts for less to society at large.

I swear sometimes that people have nothing better to do in their lives except try and stir up outrage. Imagine that your life is so great, so absolutely “normal,” that you have to go out onto the internet and pick a fight over nothing. Beefing for the sake of beefing.

To continue operating in public spaces without being drawn into the conflict, you have to build an arsenal of passive-aggressive behaviors like subtweeting, ghosting, blocking, and muting – all while ignoring beef-only thinkers calling you out furiously as dishonorable and cowardly, and trying to bait you into active aggression.

This is one of the parts that drives me nuts. The fact that you have to literally duck your head and monitor what you say, just so that you can avoid a conflict with someone who literally has nothing better to do than stir up conflict.

The article goes on to describe what are known as Mooks and Knights:

A mook is an involuntary anonymous, fungible, angry figure desperate to be seen as significant. I was a mook over a year ago. I’ll admit it. I was raging for the sake of raging. Being a mook is mostly about taking sides in somebody else’s fight, whatever that cause may be. It’s mostly opt-in, which means you get to decide if you want to participate or not. You get to choose if your stress levels go up or not. You get to do this every time you engage.

Knights are the guys who have the cause that the mooks fight for. Here’s the thing though:

The conflict is happening for the sake of conflict itself. The goal isn’t to end the fight, but to keep it going, ideally without end. A war without end. A beef that never ends. Fighting for the sake of fighting. This is outrage culture.

The only reason for the fight is to sustain the fight, there really isn’t a strategy to all of this except to sustain and stretch out the beef. The knights are the instigators for the most part and the mooks are the cannon fodder and combat soldiers.

Why the beefing?

The mark of a knight of the vast round table of the Internet of Beefs is the relentless pursuit of the Holy Grift. A mercantile mission for the end of history…..

[P]ush come to shove, that the grifting motive will rule behavior rather than ideological ends. The grifters keep the culture war going…

It’s all about making money and getting the clicks basically. In many cases I think it’s all about trying to remain relevant. Especially when you are a knight of the Internet of Beefs and you need to make sure that the cash keeps flowing in.

While the mooks fight, the knights make money.

And there it is. Have a knight write a tweet or a post of some beefy outrage, whether it’s “real” or not, whether it truly matters or not, (in my experience, it usually doesn’t matter) add a link to the knight’s latest course, book, or seminar, click send, and there you have it. Agitate the mooks and get them fired up so that the dumpster fires get started and then bystanders as well as other mooks join in the foray and links to products and services get clicked. Money is made.

Get people agitated and they want to buy something to alleviate their agitation. It’s one of the oldest sales tricks in the book. It’s similar to creating a problem for someone and then selling them the solution to the very problem you created for them.

I’m not shitting on guys who want to make money, by all means, make your money. Do your thing. I’m just choosing to opt-out of the Internet of Beefs. I’m choosing to not be a mook anymore.

I don’t need to engage in the ‘rage. I don’t need to buy another course or book or whatever it is that is being sold. I’ll be fine without it.

Opting out is a great thing:

Your stress levels fall dramatically. Life tends to “slow down” somewhat. Colors, sounds, and the taste of things has become more vibrant. Maybe that last one about vibrancy is only something that I have experienced, it may not apply to you, but hey, you can always find out for yourself by trying the opt-out route. At a bare minimum, it won’t hurt you to try it.

Please give that article that I linked to at the beginning a full read. It might be one of those “aha moments” for you like it was for me. At the very least, it allowed me to see what was going on around me on the internet and it gave me a way to literally predict what is or was going to happen next.

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Outrage Revisited

Rob Says4 Comments

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A few weeks ago, I wrote a post about the latest from Gillette, PETA, and the APA. Not only did I publish it on MasculineGeek.com, but I also wrote about it to my subscribers on my e-mail list.

I’ve had some time to think about it, and now I want to revisit it if you will.

I’ll be the first one to admit:

I got caught up.

I got distracted.

I got caught up in the outrage. The geniuses, and I mean that sincerely, found my buttons and pushed them. I couldn’t think straight. They did their jobs and they did them well.

I’ve had some time to cool off and rethink things and here’s what I’ve come up with.

The advertising execs at Proctor and Gamble, and at Gillette specifically don’t give a fuck about “Men Being Better.” They just want to sell razors and shaving cream. The only reasons that they chose to go after Men is because that is the current trend. Virtue signalling is Big Business at the moment. We’ll see if their investment via advertising pays off for them in the long run or not.

Same with PETA. They don’t give a fuck about you either. They just want money for “the cause.” That’s it. You aren’t a person to them, let alone a Man. You are just pocket change. You’re a wallet to them.

The American Psychological Association with their statement that conventional masculinity is being classified as a mental disorder is the only one that still bothers me. It sets a dangerous precedent. But that’s another post for another time.

These outfits are not targeting Men, especially Men over the age of 35 because that age demographic doesn’t spend much money. Think about it. When was the last time that you specifically bought a razor or shaving cream. I can’t remember the last time that I did, and I use a razor and shaving cream on a regular basis. Who bought me my stuff? The women in my life. My ex-wife, my ex-girlfriend, and my mother, to name a few. I have enough razors and shaving cream to last me at least another year before I’ll need to get anymore.

This is who the advertising execs are targeting: Women. Women spend 80% of the money but make less than 50% of the wealth. They have the largest debt bubble in history. This is their target audience. Push women’s emotional buttons and get them to buy shit that they and we as well, don’t need.

As Rian Stone put it, “Those tampons aren’t going to sell themselves.” I have to get that Man credit, it was a video of his that put a lot of this outrage “porn” or “outrage culture” in perspective for me. That’s one of many things I like about Rian, the Man makes me think. Here’s the video that got me thinking, check it out:

All of those ads, all of the movies and the TV shows that shit on Men and depict them as idiots and buffoons? They aren’t meant for you Men. These aren’t the shows for you. You shouldn’t be watching them. They were meant for women. Think about it for a moment.

You are sitting there watching some stupid-ass sitcom, where the guy is a complete idiot. He wouldn’t know how to tie his shoes if it wasn’t for his amazing and brilliant wife who always shows up to save him from himself. We as Men watching this just roll our eyes and shake our heads. We can see it plain as day. No guy is that big of an idiot in real life. Even the lowest beta schlub is better than that idiot on the idiot box. We don’t buy it, not for a second right?

But do you know who does buy it? Women. They eat that shit up. Then they go on social media with their “You Go Girl!” empowerment trope that we all know too well. What else is going on during that sitcom? Commercials. Advertising. Execs selling shit to women that they don’t need or want, until that advertisement tells them otherwise.

Women, children, and guys under 35. That’s the advertising execs target audience. Why is that? Because they are moldable, that’s why. Guys over 35 are typically “set in stone” by that point. I know this because I know me. You can show me a ton of commercials and I’m still not buying shit because I don’t need it and I’m not interested in it.

Which brings me to the next point:

Outrage porn isn’t just on TV and the movies, it’s not just commercial advertising.

Some of the Men from Masculine Geek and I had a brief chat about it on Twitter the other day. It all started with some dipshit pandering to his feminist overlords about guys being idiots and that women should rule the world, or something of that nature. It irritated one of my Brothers, and I could understand why. For a moment it irritated me too.

Then I remembered that I have only so many fucks to give in this life and once they are gone, they are gone.

This dipshit on Twitter is nothing but an NPC parroting and regurgitating lines that he’s been programmed with. He’s spitting out the same slop at the appropriate times and intervals like the good little automaton that he is. He’s hoping that his virtue signalling is going to get him credit instead of actually doing something truly original, like doing the actual work, instead of being a keyboard warrior. Here’s a newsflash for that dipshit if he happens to find this post one day:

She still won’t fuck you.

He’s a bot, bottom line. Nothing more. His virtue signalling is par for the course. Basically it’s another day at the office and business as usual. And like the NPC’s in video games that you’ve played over and over? You know they have nothing new to say and nothing to advance the storyline, so you move right past them and ignore them because you see them for the time wasters that they are.

That’s what social media, and even real life is like to a degree now. Your challenge as a conventionally masculine Man is to see and separate the NPC’s from the “other players.” It’s not hard when you know what to look for. You’ll see it all around you. And you’ll know them for the time wasters that they are and you’ll move on by and let them be.

I believe that we as Men have two powerful weapons in our arsenal at this point.

We have our wallets. We can choose to reward those that choose not to pander to the Gospel of Feminism. We can take our purchasing power, since we as Men create over half of the wealth of the world, and give it to those who choose not to shove their political views down our throats. We can tell them, “sell razors, not politics,” by doing this.

Let’s talk about the most important one of all: Our Attention.

We can choose to not give these NPC’s, these panderers of the feminist agenda, these white knights, and these virtue signallers our attention. Just like the women that they bend the knee to, they thrive on attention. When we as Men stop thinking and get emotional, they are living rent free in our heads, which is exactly what they want. When they get in your head, you stop thinking and start reacting, which is a prime way to get you to part with money from your wallet. They win. You get distracted by shit that doesn’t matter and wasn’t really meant for you in the first place and then you waste your most precious commodity: Your time.

It’s time to stop with the click bait and the outrage porn. It’s time to take your minds back and start thinking for yourselves. It’s time to start giving a fuck to things that matter, things that you can influence and control to make your lives better for you. It’s time to stop giving a fuck about what the panderers, the outrage peddlers, the feminists, and the NPC’s are thinking and saying. You’ve already heard it all before, there’s nothing new there.

You’ve only got so many fucks to give after all.

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