What Is The Blue Pill?

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There is a lot of talk in the ‘Sphere of what is “Blue Pill,” “Red Pill,” and even “Purple Pill.” Realize that these ideas are simply “place holders,” if you will. They are ways to give a sort of description for a more complex idea or even a thought process.

That being said, “Blue Pill” from what I’ve come to understand it, is the “Disney fairy tale story.” If you just be yourself, the right woman (or Man) will come along. If you just do _____, you’ll meet your soul mate. If you ______, will live happily ever after.

It’s a way to sell pipe dreams and bliss. It is a lie and a narcotic as well.

It’s also something else:

It is Slavery.

Blue Pill ideals and beliefs are slavery. For Men.

It starts at home when a young boy is born and is first given his indoctrination by his mother. She teaches him how to be an “upstanding member of society.” She teaches him to value women and to put women’s needs first. Sometimes the boy’s father will do the same thing. Why not? He was raised this way too.

If the boy is a typical boy, he goes on to public school and gets further indoctrinated. He’s taught that somehow he is less than his female peers. He’s broken. He’s a defective girl. He’s taught that his masculine traits and his masculine energy is “toxic” and bad. In many cases, he gets medicated.

If our young man is a typical young man, he goes on to college where his indoctrination is furthered. He’s taught that gender is a social construct and he’s further taught to “express his feelings” and “get in touch with his feminine side.”

Then he goes out into the world to look for work.

Why? Because by our societies definition, that’s what a Man does. He works. He provides. He is a Provider. His ability to work and obtain a paycheck is a huge part of his worth to women and to society as a whole.

A Man that doesn’t work, or in many cases, only works to provide for himself, isn’t shit. He’s not shit to women, and he’s not shit to other Men.

A woman doesn’t necessarily need to work in many cases. Why not? Because she has a Man, whether a boyfriend, fiance, husband, or father to provide for her.

Women are not conscripted into the military. Women don’t have to sign up for that duty. It’s voluntary for them. It’s a choice. In the U.S., selective service isn’t an option for a young man. He has to sign up.

Donovan Sharpe said it best, “Women are born and Men are Made.” All a woman has to do is have a pleasant demeanor and stay in somewhat reasonable shape, and she will be one of the most desirable women out there. Not so with a Man. He has to prove himself. He has to earn it. It is his burden of performance.

Women are. Men do.

We as Men have been conditioned to bite the bit. We are the mules and pack horses for women. And we do it willingly. Gladly even. For most of us, it’s a fact of life. It is what it is. The best part is that women don’t know how to show gratitude for it. Not the way we as Men would like to see it. It’s not possible. It’s not possible because it’s expected.

Women typically don’t know how to fix a car. That’s what Men are for.

Women typically don’t know how to deal with a power issue in the home. All they know is that the power isn’t working. That’s what a Man is for.

Most women don’t know how to physically defend themselves. Why should they? That’s what Men are for.

Men die earlier than women. Men commit suicide more frequently than women. Men die on the job way more often than women. It’s what we do. It’s expected.

A Man loses his job or he is laid off. A woman may support him. For a short time. In the long run though, it’s not very likely that will stay the case. The end to his relationship with her will have begun. The clock will be ticking.

Not so for a woman.

A Man’s sole purpose in a Blue Pill world is to provide. To be of service. If he doesn’t do this, he is anathema. He is outcast. He is invisible. He is worthless. And he is replaceable.

A woman will go out and find another one who is all too eager to put himself in the harness and go to work and provide for her. He’ll even provide for her offspring that isn’t his. And he’ll be patted on the head and called “A Good Man.” A “Real Man.” She might even fuck him once in awhile. And he’ll be glad to do it. Happy even.

There is happiness in slavery.

Blue Pill ideologies and beliefs aren’t just Disney fantasies and fairy tales. It’s slavery.

While I don’t necessarily agree with it, I can see how and why the MGTOW movement came to be.

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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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