Labor Day

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It’s that time of year again. Most, if not all of the summer vacations are over. The kids are back in school. While summer itself continues on for yet a little while longer, summer for most people is officially over.

It’s Labor Day.

Let’s not only make today about drinking beer, eating hot dogs, and basking in the hot summer sun, let’s take a really quick moment to think about Labor.

It’s Men that have created our society, our civilization. It’s the toil and sweat of Men that have made our dreams so far into reality.

It’s Man’s Labor that has given us our greatest innovations, our greatest technologies.

It’s Men that have advanced us to where we are as a people.

It’ll be Men that put us on Mars and other planets in our universe.

It’ll be Men that solve the mysteries of the depths of our oceans and of our planet itself.

Because that’s what Men do.

We Men are the idealists, the dreamers, the thinkers, the innovators, the romantics, and the problem solvers.

Labor Day to me is a celebration. It’s a celebration of what Men has created and will create in the future. It’s a celebration of where we have come from, where we are today, and where we will be tomorrow.

I give and say my thanks to my fellow Men of the past, the present, and the Men of the future. Here’s to many more to come.

The present is good and the future looks bright.

Cheers to you, my fellow Men.

As a side note:

If you find yourself in jail for doing something that got you there, realize that you’ll be there until tomorrow. The judge is off today celebrating too.

 

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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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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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