Which One Will You Feed?

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Which One Will You Feed?

Last week, I wrote a post about how there is No Spoon. I still stand by that post. I received a little flack for it, not nearly as much as I thought I was going to get, and overall, it seemed to be met with either indifference or with some acceptance. I want to further explore what I started out with in that post.

I said there is no gender war and I received plenty of links from other people claiming that there indeed was a gender war. Like I said before, sure the gender war is in the mainstream media and on social media, I have no doubts about that. There are plenty of articles, links, videos, and opinions claiming that there is a gender war. And I know from talking to people firsthand that they have been through the divorce machine/meat grinder. I too have been through divorce and fortunately for me, my divorce was a cake-walk compared to others. I know that in many states, locales, countries, etc that divorce, child support, alimony, etc is primarily geared towards women, and if by that definition you mean to say there is a gender war, you would be correct. I won’t argue with you there.

But the “gender war” is also in your minds. Just like mainstream media is telling you what to be aware of, and in many cases, what to be afraid of, social media is also doing the same thing. Do you want to live your life as an adversary to someone else simply because the laws and the courts are geared to favor them? I don’t advocate marriage for many of the same reasons that other’s don’t advocate marriage, it’s simply too big of a risk. At the same time, I’m not going to let a “gender war” stop me from enjoying the company of women. I’m not going to let a possible “#metoo” stop me from being around women, even in the workplace. Yes, I’ve wrote about #metoo in the past, and I still stand by what I’ve written. It’s mostly common sense knowledge, at least to me, so that you can avoid many of the pitfalls that can happen at your job.

I’m seeing a lot of Men on the internet throwing around a lot of information about how guys are getting fucked over by the courts, the laws, and even the government. I get it. I really do. I definitely went through an anger phase and even a bitter phase over it all when I first started unplugging. I think that’s a normal and natural part of the process. At some point though, you have to decide what you want to do after that initial shock, anger, bitterness, and even depression starts to wear off. Do you want to stay stuck in it? Do you want to keep reading and watching the outrage? Will that help you become the best version of you? Or do you want to do something else?

I’m all for awareness. It’s good to know what’s going on around you so that you can hopefully anticipate what’s coming up next. It’s good to know so that you can adapt and adjust as necessary. It’s good to know so that you don’t bury your head in the sand and think that “everything will be okay,” because sometimes everything won’t just be okay. But you also need to decide for yourselves when you’ve gotten what you needed from your awareness of what’s going on around you, and you decide to get on with life anyways, or in spite of it.

Is all the outrage putting you in a defensive position? Or is it helping you be the best version of you? You can live a life on the defense, or you can take chances and risks, and maybe you just might get something that well outweighs those risks.

This is what I mean by there is No Spoon. It’s a choice that you and I both make every day. Sure you can say there is a spoon, and there is. You can get locked up in it and immerse yourself in it. I did that for over a year. All it got me in the end was a lot of anger and misery, a lot of distrust towards people that I didn’t even know and hadn’t done anything to me except be people of another gender. I’m not going to hold women being women against them, the biggest reason is because I’m then denying myself the pleasure that they have to offer me. Sure they can go feral and cheat and manipulate, and all of that, I’m aware of it, I know the risks. But I’m going to go there and take chances anyways. Life is too short not to.

I think this is a great quote:

An old Grandfather said to his grandson, who came to him with anger at a friend who had done him an injustice:

“Let me tell you a story. I too, at times, have felt a great hate for those that have taken so much, with no sorrow for what they do.

But hate wears you down, and does not hurt your enemy. It is like taking poison and wishing your enemy would die. I have struggled with these feelings many times.” He continued, “It is as if there are two wolves inside me. One is good and does no harm. He lives in harmony with all around him, and does not take offense when no offense was intended. He will only fight when it is right to do so, and in the right way.

But the other wolf, ah! He is full of anger. The littlest thing will set him into a fit of temper. He fights everyone, all the time, for no reason. He cannot think because his anger and hate are so great. It is helpless anger, for his anger will change nothing.

Sometimes, it is hard to live with these two wolves inside me, for both of them try to dominate my spirit.”

The boy looked intently into his Grandfather’s eyes and asked, “Which one wins, Grandfather?”

The Grandfather smiled and quietly said, “The one I feed.”

My question to you is, which one do you feed?

Confirmation bias is a real thing. You will find whatever it is that you seek. You will not see what you don’t want to see. You will only see and hear what you want to see and hear.

Is there a spoon for you? Or is there no spoon?

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Women On Social Media

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(And Why I Don’t Follow Them)

 

When I first got on the internet, it was mostly dudes and nerds at that time. Women were a scarce commodity. Nowadays, women on the internet, and specifically on social media, are everywhere. They are literally a dime a dozen.

Look on instagram, and what do you see? “Models” showcasing their “assets” with some flavor of the day quote. (You too can have it all, if you just believe in yourself.) Women in different yoga poses showing off their favorite attire.

Women flexing their muscles, showing off their abs. (You’ve come a long way baby.) Of course, let’s not forget the never-ending stream of selfies and duck face pictures ad nauseum. Women taking pictures with their food, women taking pictures with their “BFF’s.” Women sticking out their tongues and giving the world the finger. Women doing shots of booze and chugging down copious amounts of alcohol at whatever latest party that they are attending. Women taking pictures with their dogs or cats (aka their “children.”)

What are all of these pictures, what are all of these poses saying?

One thing and one thing only:

“Look At Me.” “Pay Attention To Me.”

Of course, men in droves flock to these pictures and the likes, hearts, +1’s, and comments come pouring in.

“You are so beautiful.” “You are so gorgeous.” “Fantastic.” “Can I message you?” “Can I call you?” “Want to go to dinner?” “I want to take you on a journey.” “Want to travel?”

I imagine it can be heady and quite overwhelming. By simply showing some cleavage, puckering up her lips, and showing a little ass, a woman can literally bring a man to his knees. And we as Men fall for it. We go for it. We press that “like” button. We make those stupid fucking comments. Damn near every time.

We enable these women to be the attention whores that they are. If there was no likes, if there were no followers, if there were no comments of “my god, you are gorgeous,” what reason would women have to be on social media except to maybe show pics of recipes and bitch about how there are No Good Men Left. (*cough facebook cough*)

That’s just one group of women on social media.

Group two would be the so-called Tradcon Feminine Wives. I say so-called, because the majority of them are just like the women that they supposedly detest. Feminists.

Really Tradcon women and feminists are two sides of the same coin. They are both cut from the same cloth. The only difference is in the packaging. The tradcons are “prettier,” for the most part. They may have longer hair, wear their makeup better, dress more feminine (ie dresses versus halter tops) and may generally have a more pleasant demeanor, but they are for the most part, one and the same.

It’s really easy to tell when you know what to look for.

Does the so-called “traditional feminine” woman tell you as a man, how to be a man? She’s no better than a feminist. She is a feminist as far as I’m concerned. Just sneakier.

Does she give “dating advice” to men? She’s a feminist.

Does she try to redefine masculinity? (Is her definition of masculinity the “true” and “proper” definition?) “A Real Man would…. A Real Man does….”

Notice that whatever definition of masculinity she gives, it’s always in her favor. It benefits her.

Feminists do the exact same thing. The only difference really is in their shaming tactics. Maybe not even that. Both get their beta orbiters. Both get their White Knights. Both are preaching the same message:

“Yours (as a man) is to serve. Yours (as a man) is to serve Me.

“If you only do as I say, if you just “man up,” maybe, just maybe, I’ll give you the pussy.”

“If only you do as I wish, then the world (my world, not yours) will be so much better.”

“If you would only just get with the program, then life would be better.”

And if you don’t?

Enter the shame tactics.

“You’re not a Real Man.”

“Wow, you are so bitter.”

“Who hurt you?”

Just like their feminist counterparts.

If you are lucky enough, maybe you won’t have to go through that nonsense. Maybe she will just “block” you. Or unfriend you.

You can avoid all of that though. Don’t follow them to begin with. Block them first if need be. Mute their conversations. It’s usually the same old shit anyways.

When I first got on Twitter, and facebook for that matter, I had a lot of women on my feeds. Lots of complaining, lots of selfies, lots of fishing for compliments, lots of telling men how to be men, lots of dating advice to men, and of course, lots of bullshit drama.

So I started unfollowing and unfriending. I stopped “liking” their posts. I stopped commenting.

Life got a lot calmer and easier. My feeds became more interesting instead of boring and a drag.

I actually started learning things.

Now my social media feeds are educational. I actually get something of value from them.

There’s a lot of talking in the ‘Sphere about “Saving the West.” I honestly don’t know if that is even possible at this point in time. But there is something we as Men can do.

Stop enabling women. Stop “liking” and commenting on their inane posts. Stop showing them support for their sub par selfies. Ignore them like you do when the ads come on television. Ignore them like the promoted ads you get on your social media platform.

Mute them. Unfollow them. Unfriend them. Block them.

If we don’t give them the attention they crave, maybe it will help slow the decline. Maybe it will encourage the woman to change her behavior. Maybe not.

Treat that pretty face for what it is. Another pretty face. They are a dime a dozen.

Make your social media platforms something educational and something of interest. Not just another way to kill time. Not just another way to release a gallon of jizz.

 

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To Be Anonymous Or Not To Be Anonymous, That Is The Question

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Once upon a time, back in 2010, I created my second Twitter account. It was an anonymous account. I had created it so that I could troll SJW’s and keep my “left minded” friends and co-workers in the dark as to what I was doing and what I was really about.

Even this blog, when I very first started it back in late 2016 was anonymous. My journey of going through the Red Pill was mine and mine alone.

There is something freeing and something lovely and secret about being anonymous. Mind you, I don’t believe that we are “truly” anonymous on the internet. I’m sure that there may be ways to achieve that level of anonymity, but for trolling purposes and just generally being able to say what you want to say without fear of job, friends and family repercussion, the type of anonymity we seek is mostly attainable.

It’s freeing to be able to say what you want and not get doxxed or have some sort of backlash from nutjobs. It’s freeing to be a nasty prick sometimes.

Sometimes we have to choose anonymity because of our jobs and livelihoods. I know part of my being anonymous in the beginning was because of my work in the armored car biz. Even now that it’s been several years since I’ve been in that industry, there are still things that I cannot and will not talk about. Not because it would jeopardize me in any real way, but because it would jeopardize those men and women that are still in that profession doing that work.

Sometimes we choose anonymity because saying certain things is not only considered offensive, but it can be criminal. Not everyone in the world has the freedom of speech that we currently enjoy in the United States. I wouldn’t want to go to jail because I said that there are only two genders. In this case, I don’t really think we choose anonymity so much, it’s that we have to be anonymous.

I can think of several examples of living human beings that are anonymous on Twitter because of that very reason. These men and women would go to prison for speaking their minds.

Sometimes we choose anonymity because the message is more important than the messenger. Right now “personal branding” is all the rage. Nothing wrong with that. But it’s also a way to create a cult of personality. The messenger becomes more important than the message. The messenger becomes the message. Nothing wrong with that either, really. Except that sometimes the original message becomes lost in all the hype. Egos inflate and get in the way. God complexes develop, and it goes on from there. Being anonymous keeps it about the message. There is no real cult of personality because no one knows who you truly are.

There’s a lot of buzzwords on the internet right now, and one of them is “Skin in the Game.” A lot of guys are throwing those words around, talking about having something at stake. If you want to get ahead, if you want to be successful, if you want to have people take you seriously, you need to have “skin in the game.”

One of the ways to do that is to NOT be anonymous. I agree with that for the most part. That’s one of the reasons I decided to change my user name and throw my actual picture up on Twitter. Same for why I changed things up here on this blog. I want people to take me seriously. I want them to be able to actually connect with me. It’s easier to connect with people when they have an idea of who you actually are versus some anime avatar as your picture.

I’ve seen guys “come out” so to speak, and good for them. It’s actually nice to be able to put a name and a face to the words that they put out. I’ve also seen guys who had to go from being “out there,” go to being anonymous. They had their reasons and definitely don’t need to justify it to me. Sometimes their work required it. I get that. Sometimes they had other reasons. To each their own. I’m just glad that they are still out there. I’m glad that I’m still able to interact with them. I still recognize their thoughts and their minds through their writing style and their language.

A lot of guys give flack to anonymous accounts, saying that those accounts, the people behind them, don’t have “skin in the game.” They have a point to a certain degree. I can see where they are coming from.

I can also see where the anonymous person is coming from as well.

In my own opinion, I don’t have a problem with anonymous accounts. You do you. Sometimes they are necessary.

I stop and think sometimes, would I know what I know about the Red Pill if Rollo Tomassi hadn’t written what he did? Would that information have gotten into my hands if he had chose to not be anonymous? Would I have received the message that I needed?

Probably not. Most likely not.

And if that is the case, would I still be here today? Would I still be alive? Or would have I killed myself like I was planning on doing?

Whether I ever get to know his real name or not, I’m eternally grateful for what Rollo has written. It’s not about the man for me on this one. It’s about the message.

 

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