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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I’m Not A Team Player

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That would be me.

You know that saying that there is “no I in team?” Those that say it, well, they’re wrong.

I’ve been dealing with some fall-out at work lately. Now I’m not going to go into the details of what happened, but I will say that I deserved everything I got from it, and it was totally my fault. I’m accountable for my actions.

That being said, I’ve had to take a hard look in the mirror lately, and I’ve come to the realization that I’m not much of a team player.

I do a good job at what I do. I’m efficient. I get my work-load done. And I absolutely hate having to pick up the slack for other’s.

I hate having to deal with “weak link’s in the chain.” And there’s always at least one weak link in the chain. In my specific case, there are three.

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*Sigh*

I’m diplomatic as hell, until diplomacy fails. Then I’m blunt and brutal. And that hurts “tha feelz.”

It’s sad when I’m the oldest guy on the front line, and the guys younger than me are usually in better shape than me, and I’m kicking their ass daily on the job. I’ve had injuries to my knee that has slowed me down over the years and I’m still faster and more efficient than they are.

“How does it feel?”

“How does what feel?”

“Getting your ass kicked daily by an old man?”

That’s gotta hurt. That’s gotta chap the old buttcheeks.

 

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