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The Best Part Of Waking Up Is…

Rob Says1 Comment
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Get that jingle out of your head now…

That you do.

So I’m waking up to the sound of singing birds. Birdsong. It’s nice really. I hear them outside the open window, it’s not quite dawn. There’s barely any purple in the sky at this time of morning. The birds are awake and they are singing. Always singing. It’s reassuring to hear them sing. Let’s you know that all is right in the world. At least for awhile. At least for now.

But what is it exactly that they are singing about? Are they singing a song of joy and happiness? Are they singing for their upcoming meal? Are they telling me, “Hey Rob! Wake up buddy! Rise and shine! It’s going to be a beautiful day!” Maybe. I’d like to think that that is what they are singing to me. As if they were actually singing to me. But they aren’t. No, as a matter of fact, I know what they are singing about:

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That’s what they are singing about. That’s what they are saying. And we, the stupid humans that we are, think it’s about something else.

Birds aren’t the only animals that sing a song of lust and sex. We do it too. Oh sure, we might be a little more coy about it, but stop and think for just a moment.

Why do you get out of bed every morning? Because I have to go to work, Rob. Duh.

But why do you have to go to work? Because I’ve got bills to pay, Rob. Duh.

And why do you have bills to pay? Because I bought X (a bunch of shit that I actually don’t need) Rob. Duh.

And why did you buy it? ……….

Do you really need that expensive suit/watch/car?

No. You don’t. But in your eyes, in your head, you need those things to “get da gurlz.”

And maybe you do need those things in order to “get da gurlz.” I don’t know, I’m not you.

Think about it:

Why do you live in your own house/condo/apartment? Freedom and independence, right? Sure. The freedom and independence so you can bang uninhibited and uninterrupted. It can be a bit challenging to have your hunny come over while Mom and Dad are right in the next room. And motels/hotels? Shit, those things get expensive over time. Doing it in the back of your piece of shit car? Riiight… She might do it once or twice, but not all the time, everytime. She’s going to want some privacy and something more comfortable than your backseat eventually.

I’ll be totally honest here, if I had NO sex drive whatsoever, I would have never moved out of my parent’s house. Why should have I? The rent was low (I’m not a total freeloader), Mom was there to fix the meals when she wanted to cook, and they both left me alone most of the time, so I could play video games, watch TV, and read a book in peace. But that ol’ pesky sex drive kept getting in the way…

It was difficult to date, never mind getting to the sex. Difficult to date because once she found out I was living at home with good ol’ Mom and Dad, she would raise an eyebrow and give me “The Look.” You guys know the look I’m talking about. She might as well have had a digital neon sign that said “LOSER” scrolling across it. Most dates ended shortly after that. Never mind getting to the sex, that wasn’t happening.

The ones that did get to the sex? Backseat of my car. Or when I was feeling extra spendy, a motel or hotel. But that shit was expensive, and that was a long time ago. I can’t even begin to imagine what they are running these days. Sure you could have sex outdoors/in public, that’s some good shit right there. But finding a woman adventurous enough to do it, and do it every time all the time when you have sex? That can be a tall order. Nothing wrong with outdoor/public sex, it’s one of my favorites, but not every woman I have been with felt the same way about it.

Okay, so we’ve established that you get up to go to work to finance your current fuck shack. Same with your snazzy car and all the other trappings that you buy and/or wear. Same with getting fit. Sure, there are health benefits to working out and eating right, but we are inherently lazy by nature. Don’t believe me? Go to a Walmart and look around. Don’t worry, I’ll wait.

What’s the point in working out and eating healthy so that you can live forever but not have sex? Let’s be honest here, we do it so we can “get da gurlz.” That includes married guys too. Whether it’s to woo your wife, or in a worst case scenario, it’s so you have options (i.e. other pussy) for when you press the button, nuke the marriage and file for divorce.

What else do we do for sex? In my opinion, everything.

Why do White Knights, white knight? In hopes that some random girl somewhere will read his virtue signalling post/tweet/page and will be so overcome by his virtuousness that she will seek him out, track him down, and fuck him.

Why do guys show off their bods on dating apps and instagram? In hopes that it attracts the Holy Vagina. And let’s not even talk about dick pics…

The list goes on and on. Why do Men create anything? Why did we build society? Why did we create and build widgets for women? Our big head thought up the ideas, but it was the little head that ultimately did the driving.

Why have a blog? Sure you can share ideas about whatever, but why share ideas if it doesn’t ultimately lead to sex at some point? Even if it is down the road and far in the future? Why build better technology and widgets if it doesn’t ultimately lead to the idea of potential sex? Other than to survive and live yet another day, why do anything at all? And if you are going to survive for yet another day, and there is absolutely positively no way you are going to have sex, not now, and not ever, then why bother?

What is romance? Sex. What is dancing? What is having a nice meal at a nice restaurant, other than survival? Sex.

Just had a completely random thought show up for me. What is Twitter? More specifically, what is a tweet? Refer back to the picture above.

Why do we express ourselves whether via text, video, or audio for that matter if it doesn’t lead to the possibility of sex down the road? Why even bother saying anything at all?

Women may do it (get online and whatnot) for the sex from time to time. Extremely rare, I know. I can tell you though, that it happens. Many of my short term relationships, one night stands, and even my marriage started out with us meeting online. Now mind you, I know that probably 99% of the time, they (women) are just seeking attention and validation. They want to know that they are still desireable. That they still have it going on. That 40 is the new 20. I get it. It’s that dopamine hit, that rush. And you thirsty orbiters keep falling for the bait. Every. Fucking. Time.

But then again, I’ve also been to the bars at last call, and the women who are still there and alone? Do the math.

When a woman wants to fuck you, she’ll let you know. She’ll make it real easy for you. All you need to do is not fuck up too much. Close your mouth before you stick your foot in it.

You haven’t had that happen to you? Are you sure? If you are sure you haven’t had that happen to you, I’m sorry. You’re missing out. I’m not trying to add salt to the wound or insult to injury here, but maybe you need to look in the mirror. Maybe it’s you.

The point is, we all get up and get out of bed and do the shit we do, so that we can ultimately have sex once in awhile. Yes, even the women. Sure, they may not want it as much, or need it as much as the guys, but they still want it. Let’s be honest ladies, would you rather go to work and slave over a spreadsheet/phone call/asshole customer/etc ad nauseum, or would you rather get fucked silly?

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Morality

Rob Says6 Comments

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I’ve unfollowed a handful of people on Twitter lately. Many of these guys I’ve followed for years. The two main reasons that I’ve stopped following them is part of the same thing really. Morality.

Older guys telling younger guys to “man up.” Older guys telling younger guys, “how it was back in the good old days.” When I say older guys, some of them are older than me, some are my age, and a couple are a few years younger than me. Don’t even get me started on the young guys who are preaching morality. All I can say to them is, “I appreciate what you are trying to do, I’ll give you credit for the effort, now sit down.” Not to sound condescending to these up and coming young men, but guys, the world hasn’t even begun to fuck with you yet. You have no idea. So sit down and close your mouths.

A lot of the guys that I’ve unfollowed are preaching their version of morality. Or what they learned in sunday school when they were kids. Nothing wrong with religion. If Jesus helps you be a better person, I’m all for it. If Jesus doesn’t do it for you, but Allah does, again, I’m all for it for you. But it isn’t for me.

When I say it isn’t for me, I mean all religions. I was raised under a certain religion from a tiny boy until about the age of 12 or so when I decided that that particular faith wasn’t for me. Through many years I’ve looked into a variety of religions and none of them fit me. I’ve gone down many rabbit holes of religion looking for answers only to find those rabbit holes either dead ended, or just kept spiralling around like a maze. I finally got to a place where I realized for me, that the religion rabbit hole doesn’t contain the answers that I have been looking for, and never did. Since that time, I’ve stopped looking for answers via religion.

One thing I’ve come to realize though is this, if you need religion to be moral, you’ve got problems. Big ones. If you need a book or scripture to tell you how to lead a moral life, if you can’t figure that out for yourself, you really have problems.

Morality is such a slippery thing in a lot of ways. When I grew up in the faith that I did, God and Jesus were perfect, we weren’t and aren’t. But man, you would be guilted and shamed for not doing everything in your power to be that perfection. Nothing you could do was good enough. You couldn’t pray enough. You couldn’t ask for forgiveness enough. And while God was a loving God, and was all-knowing and all-forgiving, somehow God just wouldn’t forgive you for that one little thing that you did that one time. God was all loving and a judgmental bastard at the same time. Now I realize that it wasn’t the religion itself per-se that was the problem, it was the “flock” or the “congregration.”

Still, religion is just not for me. You do you baby, and I’ll do me.

One of the things that I realized that helped me decide if I wanted to continue following these particular individuals on Twitter was the fact that they are preaching an outdated gospel. The times that they want to get back to are long dead and gone. Honestly I don’t think those time periods ever existed, I think what they are saying is mostly wishful thinking and delusional fantasy.

“Getting back to God” isn’t going to “save the west.” That ship has sailed. Religion has been compromised. The United States may have been founded under Christianity, but it won’t be saved by it. The only messiah that is going to save you is yourself. Stop looking to other’s to save you. They won’t. Stop wishing for “the good old days.” Those days are long gone or more likely never existed. We don’t live in a Normal Rockwell painting and we never have and we never will. Stop looking to the sky for your answers, they aren’t there. They are inside of you. You know what you need to do, so do it.

I’ve always been more interested in what IS than what OUGHT to be. I may not always like what I see, but I would rather deal with what is. Reality just is. It doesn’t care about you. It doesn’t care about me. It’s completely indifferent to you and me. It’s not benign nor is it malevolent. It’s like gravity. Gravity just is. It exists but is completely indifferent to us. You can rail against it when you fall down and tell it, “that’s not how it’s supposed to be!” But it won’t change anything. Gravity will do its thing to you again when you fall down. Might as well get used to that idea and maybe work on ways to not fall down so much.

I have my own moral code, just as I’m sure you have yours. I’m not going to tell you how to live, and I probably won’t judge you for the things that you do. I may not do things the way that you do, and that’s okay. Doing things my way doesn’t make me any less moral than you. At least in my book.

So yeah, I unfollowed a few dudes. I got tired of hearing guilt and shaming tactics that I heard almost 40 years ago. I got tired of hearing about “the good old days.” I got tired of hearing about things that amount to wishful thinking, platitudes, and living in a world that isn’t the world that I occupy. I got tired of hearing about how things ought to be instead of hearing about how things are.

Jack Donovan talked about being good at being a Man, and being a good Man. There is a difference between the two. Being a good Man is a moralistic perspective, while being good at being a Man, well, sometimes you do what you got to do to get things done, and sometimes those things can be immoral, or at least amoral.

In a perfect world, I think it would be best to be both, to be good at being a Man and a good Man. But when the shit hits the fan, being a good Man goes out the window and becomes irrelevant if and when the intruder is standing in front of you with a gun in his hand. You could be a good Man, but a dead Man. I know which one I would choose given that situation.

The issue of morality has always been a pressure point for me. That’s because everybody has their idea of what is moral, and they always stand on the side of being right when it comes to morality. What is right for you may not in fact be right for me. In fact, I would rather find something that “works” and gets me results than worry about being “right.”

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Independence Day

Rob Says2 Comments
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It’s not what you think it is.

It’s almost Independence Day here in the United States of America. A time where people usually let off fireworks, drink a bunch of alcohol, have their barbeques, howl at the moon, and revel in the fact that we live in a “free country.”

I’m not going to talk about all of that today. What I am going to talk about is Easy Rider. Easy Rider is a movie that was released in 1969, about 3 years before I was born. It stars Peter Fonda, Dennis Hopper, Jack Nicholson, and even a small part for a very young Toni Basil. I just saw this film over this last weekend while hanging out with my Dad. We had just finished watching drag racing and he was flipping channels, and lo and behold, there is Easy Rider, just starting. I can’t honestly remember the last time that I watched the film, suffice it to say that I was back in my 20’s when I did. I didn’t remember the entirety of the story, but I did remember how it ended.

Spoiler alert: It doesn’t end well for our motorcycling hippy champions.

There was a couple of scenes that stood out to me though, something that was relevant back in the “free love 60’s,” and is still relevant today. The first scene that stood out to me was when Peter, Jack, and Dennis stopped off at some little diner somewhere in Louisiana I believe. They walk in and all the locals that are there, including the sheriff, look them up and down, give them the stink eye, and then proceed to talk shit about them.

Pan left, we have the local jailbait sitting in a booth giving giggles, smiles, and googily eyes at our hero’s. Well the trio wait and wait and wait, and wait some more, hoping to get service, which they don’t, all the while the natives, other than the jailbait, are growing more hostile.

The trio decide to leave to avoid any hostilities, and the jailbait follows them outside, wanting to go for a ride on the back of the motorcycles of our hero’s.

Enter the second scene:

Here is a transcript of the conversation between Jack and Dennis. Emphasis is mine.

George: You know, this used to be a helluva good country. I can’t understand what’s gone wrong with it.

Billy: Huh. Man, everybody got chicken, that’s what happened, man. Hey, we can’t even get into like, uh, second-rate hotel, I mean, a second-rate motel. You dig? They think we’re gonna cut their throat or something, man. They’re scared, man.

George: Oh, they’re not scared of you. They’re scared of what you represent to ’em.

Billy: Hey man. All we represent to them, man, is somebody needs a haircut.

George: Oh no. What you represent to them is freedom.

Billy: What the hell’s wrong with freedom, man? That’s what it’s all about.

George: Oh yeah, that’s right, that’s what it’s all about, all right. But talkin’ about it and bein’ it – that’s two different things. I mean, it’s real hard to be free when you are bought and sold in the marketplace. ‘Course, don’t ever tell anybody that they’re not free ’cause then they’re gonna get real busy killin’ and maimin’ to prove to you that they are. Oh yeah, they’re gonna talk to you, and talk to you, and talk to you about individual freedom, but they see a free individual, it’s gonna scare ’em.

Billy: Mmmm, well, that don’t make ’em runnin’ scared.

George: No, it makes ’em dangerous.

Shortly after this, the guys go to sleep, and in the night they are attacked by men wielding baseball bats, and George (Jack Nicholson) ends up dead.

Why is this relevant today?

Because a Man that is his own Man represents freedom. A Man not tied down to debt represents freedom. A Man that can choose where he goes, what he does, and who he does it with, represents freedom. Jack, Dennis, and Peter, in Easy Rider, represented all of those things, and then some. And ultimately, they died because of it.

There are plenty on the “left” and the “right” of politics that don’t want that freedom for you if you are a Man.

Feminists claim they don’t want or even need a Man. Except for you to keep paying your taxes for their welfare programs. “Man up and pay for my programs!”

Traditional Conservatives (TradCons) want you to “Man up and marry that whore!” Also, you need to pay your taxes and support your family, and society at large.

Both sides are of the same coin.

Both sides want to either get you “back on the plantation,” or “keep you on the plantation.”

Shame and guilt tactics abound.

“You are a sexist, racist, misogynist!” (Pay for my stuff!)

“You need to save the west and stop being a degenerate!” (Pay for me and my children’s stuff!)

“We need a man like a fish needs a bicycle!”

“What would your ancestors think about you!”

People on both sides of the coin want to talk about the state of affairs for men? Here’s your actual state of affairs:

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Both sides have an agenda. Both sides have a plan for you. It’s for you to be a plow horse and get you back on the plantation.

“Do it for the good of society.”

“Do it because you owe a debt of gratitude to your nation.”

“Do it because it’s the right thing to do.”

“Man up and…..”

“A Real Man…”

“As a Real Man…”

Being a Man who isn’t beholden to any side of the coin is dangerous to them, because that Man represents real freedom. Not the bullshit pipe-dream that you’ve been sold your whole life, but actual freedom.

Freedom to walk away. Freedom to do what you want. Freedom to say no.

Freedom that they don’t actually have. They see it, and they know it.

And that, is what makes them dangerous to you.

Back in the late 60’s the shame talk was, “Cut your hair! Get a real job! Marry that girl and settle down! Raise a family!”

Today it is “Cut your hair! Get a real job! Marry that girl and settle down! Raise a family!”

Not much has changed in 50 years if you ask me.

Let me ask you this:

Do you want to be only seen and known as a plow-horse? Or do you want something else?

Don’t get me wrong, if wanting a family and raising children is something you want for yourself, by all means, do that. Just make sure that it’s what you want. Not what “society” is telling you to do.

Is there an easy answer to all of this? Unfortunately no. I don’t have the answer(s) but I do know that “doing the right thing,” getting yourself buried in debt, and having a bunch of shit that you don’t need ain’t it.

So this Independence Day, while you are drinking your drinks, lighting off your fireworks, and waving your flags around, I hope you take a moment and reflect on what real freedom is. Remember that there are those around you that have an agenda, and it’s not necessarily to your benefit. And I say, let them burn.

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