No Shortcuts

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I’m going to cut to the chase today guys.

There’s no shortcuts to get what you want. You have to do the fucking work.

Anything else is just an excuse to not do the work.

You’re out of shape and fat? Your fault. Do the work. How did you get that way? By not doing the work. Getting out of shape and being fat wasn’t an overnight phenomenon. You didn’t wake up yesterday or today and you were suddenly fat. No. You spent years getting there.

It’s going to take some fucking time to get your ass into shape. Do the work. As Rich Cooper would say, “Pick up heavy shit and put it down.” It’s that simple. But it may not be easy. Most of your life, you have had it on easy mode. That’s why you are fat and out of shape. That’s why you don’t have someone in your life to have sex with. That’s why you aren’t making the money you want. That’s why you don’t have the career, job, what-have-you that you want. Do the fucking work.

I saw a friend over the weekend, last time I saw her was at my Mom’s funeral. Before that, I don’t remember. It’s been at least a couple of years.

She’s a good person, don’t get me wrong, but man can she sing a tale of woe. She’s been singing it for over 20 fucking years.

I first met her back in high school, that’s how long I’ve known her. Most of my life now that I think about it. When she was younger, she had long blonde hair and she was petite with an ass that just went “pow!”

I miss the old her. She was hot. She was good looking. She had energy. Now days? Not so much.

She’s probably put on at least 50 pounds since back in the day. The Wall has not been too kind to her.

And she still keeps on singing that same old tired fucking song:

“I’m too tired to work out.”

“I need to go to the gym, but I don’t have enough time in my day.”

“I’m sick. I don’t feel good. I’ll go another time.”

Same old song and dance that she’s been singing and dancing to for over 20 years.

Her life is her fault. She doesn’t want to do the work. She wants to keep it on easy mode. She wants credit, but doesn’t want to actually earn it.

So she’s fat and has a bunch of health issues going on. And she’s 47 years old.

Bitch, you have the same amount of time in the day as everybody else. 24 hours.

How you spend it, how you use it, is up to you.

Do the work.

There are no shortcuts.

On another note, I’m getting ready to go to Portugal. I’m going to fly across the pond and see the sights. I’m looking forward to it.

I’m sure I’ll have things to talk about when I get back. Until then:

Do the fucking work.

 

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Ever Forward

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Where do I go from here?

All of the things that used to get my blood up, get me going, even give me a bit of outrage, they are all pretty much gone now. They seem pointless.

I don’t say this from a nihilistic, depressed perspective. The shit just doesn’t really matter now.

Men are going to go the direction they are going. Same with women. We are going to do what we are going to do. Either our way or quality of life will continue, or it won’t. Either way we will adapt, we will survive for yet another day or more.

The planet will continue spinning around the sun like it always has. It’ll keep doing that until the day it doesn’t. Most if not all of us won’t be around to see that day when it comes.

So again, I ask the question to myself. Where do I go from here?

I’ve started going back to the gym. I’ve had fits and starts. Some weeks I’m steady going. Sometimes I slack off and don’t go for several days. I don’t have a great track record so far, but at least I am going. At least I’m doing. I don’t beat myself up too bad when I miss a day because I wasn’t feeling it. I just push a little bit harder the next day that I get there. And I get there. I imagine it’s a lot like going to AA or something. Every day is a new day. Every day is a chance to start over to a degree, to start anew.

I want to get back in on the “War on Feminism,” but I’m not feeling it. At least not right now. Maybe never again. I don’t know.

Women are going to do what they do because we as men give them a pass. We allow it. Hell, we condone it. In a lot of ways, we as men have created it. We created it by giving women the rights and privileges that we all enjoy. I don’t have a problem with that. We all should be able to enjoy a good life and be able to mostly do what we want to do.

We created it by giving women technology to make their lives easier. To give them more free time for leisure.

We created it by “liking” and “hearting” their stupid selfie posts and by becoming followers and orbiters of them. I don’t really know for the most part if we as men as a whole, can get away from it. We are biologically hardwired to want sex, so we chase after it in whatever fashion that we can and that we think will work to get us to the sex that we want.

All hail the Golden Pussy, forever and ever, amen.

It really sucks sometimes to be so driven by the sex drive. At least for me.

Where do I go from here?

The problem isn’t that there aren’t enough choices in life. There is an abundance of them. I see many many roads before me that I can take. Many paths to walk.

The problem right now is that none of them seem interesting or worth the time.

Oh well.

I’ve tried a couple new cigars. Ashton makes a fantastic cigar. I highly recommend it if you like cigars or are thinking of trying them out.

I now see what the big deal about smoking cigars is. I get it. I think. It’s not something I’m going to do on a daily basis, a good cigar isn’t cheap, nor is it probably too good for your health, but I’m going to enjoy them on occasion. The trick is, you have to take the time to enjoy them for what they are. Smoking a cigar takes time. You aren’t going to get through one in the time it takes to smoke a cigarette. Or a probably a pipe for that matter. I’m not positive on that one though, as I’ve never smoked a pipe, but I’ve been around friends and family members who are pipe smokers. Cigars seem to take longer, at least to me. And that’s a good thing. Gives a man time to think, to ponder. To exist. To just be.

More cigars and less outrage. Maybe that will be my new motto. Maybe that will be my new path, my new road to follow. At least for a time.

 

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How To Be An Asshole – A Primer

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The Biggest Asshole I know. And I know a lot of them.

On Friday, there was a discussion on Twitter about the shirt that I’m wearing in the above picture.¬†Of course, I replied.

What got me to respond to this particular thread? The fact that Redpill Chick said, “It looks like the kinda shirt an asshole would wear.”

When I first met the girlfriend, I set the tone early on in our relationship. One night we had just finished eating at one of our favorite mexican food joints and we were getting ready to go home. We had rode the motorcycle for shits and giggles and she had jumped on the back. She was mostly used to how I ride and she is a great passenger. She had intuitively learned to lean with me into the curves and how to sit on the back. She had become mostly comfortable with how I control the bike as well. Comfortable enough for me to fuck with her….just a little bit at least…

She’s on the back, but her hands aren’t around my waist yet, I don’t remember if she was messing around with her purse or whatnot, but it was time to introduce her “to the Asshole.”

So while she is messing around a bit on the back, I gun it. The bike charges forward and it knocks her back on to the backrest, aka “the bitch bar.” She squeals and then a flurry of slaps hit my back. “You asshole!” She screams.

I started laughing so hard I almost veered into the next lane over. My laughter wasn’t in my throat or upper chest, it came from deep down in my belly. Just thinking about it now still makes me chuckle.

Since then, I’ve lost count how many times she has called me an asshole. Too many.

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Right up there with having high T levels.

Today I’m going to give you a primer on being an Asshole. Do not consider this document to be all inclusive and exhaustive, because it’s not. I’m sure I’ll cover some things that you would consider prime grade material for being an asshole, some material will be new to you, and of course, you’ll probably have some things that you consider essential to being an Asshole that I may not cover here. You are welcome to your own opinion of course, and I’ll be welcome to promptly disregard whatever it is that you think, feel, or say. This is my blog. You have an opinion on what makes an asshole? Go write your own blog.

Now before we go on into what makes an Asshole, let’s talk for a moment about what doesn’t make an Asshole.

  1. You are mean for the sake of being mean. This doesn’t make you an asshole. It makes you a douche-bag.
  2. You think your shit doesn’t stink. Again, this doesn’t make you an asshole, it just makes you a dick.
  3. You think you are better than everybody else. See douche-bag and dick above.

The point? It’s okay to be an asshole. Don’t be a dick or a douche-bag. Nobody likes either of those.

So let’s move on….

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A quote from Mahatma Ghandi

How to Be An Asshole

A lot of people will think that being an Asshole is something that you are born with. Either you’re an asshole, or you’re not. Well I’m here to tell you that being an Asshole is a skill. You can learn it. It can be acquired. But where do you start? Where do you learn how to be an Asshole?

  1. Assholes are all around you. So are dicks and douche-bags. First you need to learn the differences, because there are differences. People like Assholes. Nobody likes dicks and douche-bags. See above for the general characteristics of dicks and douche-bags and don’t do those things.
  2. Your Father might be the biggest and best Asshole that you know. Out of all the Assholes in my life, and there are a lot of them, my Father is hands down the biggest Asshole that I know. I definitely got schooled in the Art of Assholing from a black belt Master in Assholery. Does your mom call your Dad an Asshole? Mine does. All the time. To this very day. Start there.
  3. What about your friends? Remember that saying about “Like attracts like?” There’s truth to it. I surround myself with Assholes. Both IRL and online. I would have to say that over 95% of those I follow on Twitter are all Assholes. The guys that are part of the Red Pill? All of them are Assholes. No exceptions. Ivan Throne is a grade A Asshole. Chief Chuck? Come on. Career military Man? One of the nicest Men I’ve met on Twitter, but I guaranfuckingtee you, he’s a weapons grade Asshole. Even some of the young guys who follow and interact with me are budding assholes.
  4. Wear the Badge of Asshole with Honor. Even when people try to guilt and shame you with it. Don’t be a “Nice Guy.” Be an Asshole.

Okay, now let’s actually move on the the characteristics of what makes an Asshole.

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I’m going to anyway.
  1. An Asshole has high self-esteem. He thinks highly of himself. He knows he’s got something to say and that his opinion matters. He has confidence literally coming out of his ass.
  2. An Asshole isn’t afraid to express himself. He usually has little or no filter. He tells it like it is and doesn’t sugar coat much, if anything.
  3. An Asshole has Zero Fucks to Give. He knows that his barrel of fucks is limited and that his time on this planet is limited, so he focuses on giving his fucks to things that matter to him. You can’t give a fuck about everything.
  4. An Asshole puts himself and his needs first. In order to help others, you’ve got to help yourself first.
  5. “Sorry” isn’t in the vocabulary of an Asshole. It doesn’t mean that he doesn’t apologize, he does, if and when it is warranted, but apologies seldom happen, and “sorry” is almost unheard of.
  6. An Asshole has thick skin. He’s going to need it. In a world of special snowflakes, haters, and politically correct “wahmen’s,” an Asshole is going to come under direct fire at some point. It’s not a matter of if, but when.
  7. An Asshole has the ability to say “no” to anyone. On the other side of that coin, an Asshole almost never accepts the word “no” from anyone. Read that sentence again if it made your head spin. I’ll wait.
  8. An Asshole always has a plan. He makes shit happen. He doesn’t sit around waiting for things to happen. An Asshole is control of the situation as well. That doesn’t mean he is a tyrant or domineering, but that he’s willing and able to Take Care of Business.
  9. An Asshole is blunt and honest. Honesty is really and truly the best policy. However, if the person you are dealing with cannot and will not handle the truth? Lie your ass off. Give them what they ask for, and then charge them a ton of money for it.
  10. If you aren’t being called an Asshole at least once a week, then you are doing it wrong. I get called an Asshole almost daily. It’s my barometer. Not that I give a fuck about it, because at this point I don’t.

So there’s your Primer on Being an Asshole. Yes, there’s much much more that could go into it. Maybe I’ll write more about it in a later post. Maybe I’ll talk about it more in my newsletter. Maybe I’ll write a book and you can buy it.

 

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