THE BETTER MAN|| TRUTH&TRADITION
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gentlemen whats going on....this is the better man channel where we pursue individual sovereignty....were not afraid to go anywhere, provided it be forward.. those choosing to remain in the quicksand of comfort can have their comfortable misery we choose rather to explore life and its possibilities.,..asking ourselves what can i say YES to ....today were not afraid to go anywhere.....provided it be FORWARD on a personal level , ive been in places where ive spun my wheels in place for so long that being stuck becomes the norm it becomes comfortable and why would i shoot for the stars when the mud is my home.... and more importantly how can i escape the gravity of mediocrity when i continue to chain myself to its targetless ambitions..... if you can call pursuing the assembly line of instant gratification an ambition "hey look at me...i spent three hours shopping online at amazon" im sooooo fucking great..... modern times has us foregoing the exploration of greatness, of possibility...of manhood ..............in exchange for the newest netflix series seriously think about it.....how many of us have scrolled through more bullshit in the past month than our fathers did in their whole life times....and what about THEIR fathers... the idea of going anywhere provided it be forward is lost to this generation... and yeah they'll go anywhere but its path leads right back to where they started... looking for more.... and theres not one damn person that doesnt want more....more money....more happiness more life.... the man struggling from paycheck to paycheck dreams of bettering his finances the broken hearted man, desperately wants a piece of happiness... the old and regretful man fighting for his last breath...wishes for one more day more is the inevitable thought that latches itself to the soul of every person ......in one form or another we want more.... and in order to prevent ourselves from LOSING ourselves....that part that makes us unique and powerful men... we need to start exploring a new target outside of the outdated nonsense the world would have us aim for shooting for the white picket fence, and the 1.5 kids and an unhappy marriage with a mortgage is wasting many a mans ammo if I never aim for my own target...if i never shoot for my life...if I stay stuck in the mud then how much of a man am i we were created to explore....to expand and to reach for new and better levels... but the greatest basketball player in the world is useless if their are no basketball goals on his court and on the other hand, the worst basketball player has exponentially better odds to make a basket if he has a goal to shoot at i dont want to aim for targets that are not in my interest... like why the hell am i getting upset that i dont have a mansion in Beverly hills and who the hell taught me to shoot for this shit.... a target is the most important thing man can construct....because it will consume most of his time and energy we see the sheep tiring themselves into heart attacks and disappointment for targets that are not of their own making they slave themselves to death in hopes of another mans dream... its time we start thinking for ourselves and in finding our own thoughts we find the ability to build a worthy target....a damn good life worth aiming for we will go anywhere provided it is forward... that statement is powerful....and deserves a target to match love and respect gentlemen aim for something to be proud of you will hear from me next episode
gentlemen whats going on...in a world where we ask what is a woman and were left with people crawdadding into some tolerant snake hole of a woman is whatever you wish it her to be....or him....or they them and they're i find it not only imperative but dutiful...hell even responsible to lay out the groundwork for what a man IS..... and should be built upon first and foremost a man is fill with testosterone,,,a penis and balls..... and those were not surgically constructed by some nut job doctor.....( pun intended) these utensils of manhood were given by birth.....therefore giveing men access to his universal BIRTHRIGHT....that of masculinity SEE,,, man is not some crawling and spineless afterthought of some post feminists ideology man is equal to nothing therefore he is man....and there are definitely some inborn and natural qualities that he and he alone can carry... and just because a man is cool as shit and has been admired for his courage, bravery, adventure, physicality, and skilled logic since time immemorial doesn't mean that everyone can be a man....ie..... balls and penis are the first requirement.......from birth lia... from childhood that boy that plays king of the mountain and dreams of the daring attempts to rescue people from a burning building or turns on the imagined sirens and has a high speed chase with the ruthless bank robbers ending in a back alley shootout to the kid climbing to the top of the tree just because he was dared the path to manhood starts with something even bigger than self... its genesis lies in the heart of seeing the impossible.......... become possible that adventurous spirit that spearheads the challenge of life.... with the likes of alexander the great....julius caesar.....napoleon...and george washington even to the intellectuals that decided to conquer the intellect of philosophy from....marcus aurelius.....seneca...and my favorite nietzsche... man has the literal and figurative balls to go into the unknowns of life. he carries the physical strength to summit the mountainous giants of adversity man is king of the mountain because he has the authority to do so this king carries the honor and responsibility of a man in power.... to lead with dignity and integrity... a man doesn tlord over people with a tyrannical fist.... but he is intolerant of weakness and degenerate behavior a man stands for what is right....his code is for the protection and continuance of something sacred and beyond himself... that being a strong and progressing life....a legacy.... not built for self alone but for those that accept the honor of a strong life STRONG....thats the backbone of mans spirit.....physically strong... emotionally strong and intellectually strong.... man is a physical specimen .....and to never test or even approach what could be of a body that was born to be a badass machine is a shame....a regret unmatched a man is made to mold his body into something special, unique and set apart to be that statue of strength that women and children admire and respect... the ability to regulate emotions is mans duty.....man does not allow emotions neither happiness, sadness or any in between to steer his ship... man recognizes that emotions are only stars in the sky enabling him to navigate his course to the shores of freedom... if it makes him happy and is conducive to growth and strength then he repeats similar actions if it makes him angry, bitter and depressed then he chooses not to follow those stars leading to rocky shores and to push his mental capacity to new heights of understanding he confesses that there is always more to learn a lifetime student of sustainable principles is mans profession ....a good man acknowledges he can always become a better man... he is strong, upright and adaptable in every facet oflife.... adaptable but not a leaf in the wind.....man is willing to dig new channels of water but that channel is filled with the water of the one and only river... that river flowing with the water of mans highest code..... a code that hes not only willing to die for ......but more importantly live for... and there is the linchpin.....man is created to live....life is the ultimate destiny man lives to make his life his own....the hardships, adversities,giants and trolls under the bridge will ultimately bend their knees to man..... this is his calling...to conquer even what may seem unconquerable....even in death and defeat.....man leaves behind a spirit of courage that permeates the spirit of those men yet to be born those boys that are called to climb the highest tree and dream of the loftiest kingdom.... man dares to challenge himself to go a little farther into the darkness yet he carries a torch and an axe an axe to chop out a path for those brave enough to follow and a fiery torch so that the path becomes filled with light... and that can sum up man.,....man is created to be a light.... a flame that guides towards strength and never away from it.... and he wields the weapons necessary to initiate the path of strength... a man is balls, backbone and brains.... he is never afraid to exhibit what makes him man.....and that is why in the end.....he is respected and revered man accepts the responsibility the weak want but are too fearful to possess.. love and respect gentlemen you are a man you will hear from me next episode
gentlemen whats going on.....the decisions you make today will shape your environment good decisions have good consequences and bad decisions have negative consequences .....and there in lies the key to life....consequences... i want you to think about some horrible and maybe irrational decisions you have made in the past you dated the whore and got chlamydia....you spent all your money on some get rich quick scheme .....you went to school for a degree in modern dance and are 100 k in debt... and jobless of course weve all made dumb ass deciions based on the itch we wanted scratched immediately .....and we never paid any thought to the future conseqhences.... and how they would come to kick our ass and strip away our hope again take a moment and contemplate the effects of some of your ignorant ass choices.... we live in an age that has wrapped us in a bubble of bullshit pleasure... we want it now dammit.....now.,....now....now...... and so we base all of our choices on how it effects us now... i eat 3 big macs today because it feels good now i simp over 30 girls on social media cause it feels good now I spend all my money on useless shit.....you guessed it....because it feels good now. we've been using decisions for instant gratification....instead of weighing the consequences and the true power of making a choice is to actually get you somewhere......to level the fuck up. but for some reason the modern world is throwing choices around like some drunk girl at a frat party and thats never gonna end good....trust me.... we remain stagnant because we choose to continue making quick and ill thought choices.... if a man keeps picking rotten fruit from the same damn tree then what the hell does he expect when diarrhea toilets his ass continually.... and thats where many of us feel trapped....and stuck on the shitter of life without toilet paper and unable to move forward.... and so the key to unlock you from this dumb ass prision of immature decision making is to slow the fuck down......quit thinking with your dick...both figuratively and literally and ask yourself is the decision im about to make carried with the intelligence of a 10 year old....or does it bear the wisdom of a man that knows where he wants to be in 5 years patiently examining the consequences of your decisions carries the wisdom that many a man lack in currents times Most men are strapped into the matrix and its intoxicatring allure of PORNICOPIA.... everybody is selling us this bullshit dream that instant is lasting.....but its not... every damn decision alters your life....from the little to the big....your hidden superpower is the ability to make a choice and stick with it the rest of the world is running around making unintentional decisions.. choices that have no actual direction except immediate pleasure... and dont get me wronmg a 3 second orgams is fun....but basing my whole life around 3 seconds is very illogical and improsioning.... start being conscious of your choices,,,,and i promise you your life will take a giant leap towards being a badass man love and respect gentlemen your power is the ability to contemplate your decisions..... you will hear form me next episode
gentlemen whats going on...the realest shit...thats the aim... we want to drink from the holy grail of genuine badass to be that guy...that other guys look at and say yeah thats a real mother fucker. and i think authenticity.....as we mature and find our placement in life.... ......begins seeking us out maybe even more so than we seek it.... we all crave to be a part of something and life too desires for us to find our role as well... imagine life itself wanting you to step up and accept your duties...those responsibilities dreams and aspirations specific to you.... but if your like me many times it seems as if im too late to the party. the door is closed and locked....the windows are caged over and the music is an indecipherable noise.... iVE often felt left out or too damn late...as if im JUSSSTTT missing the mark....so fucking close.... and they say even a broken clock is right twice a day....and the thing with the modern man is hes just a wound up clock for someone else's timing. theres absolutely nothing genuine or real about being another mans time keeper. and what i mean is that were watching a clock that tells the time for someone else so no wonder were always late for our OWN success and before we know it the time runs out and life is over.... the wrist watch on many a man has him scheduled for a 50 hour work week 8 hours of watching tik tok 10 hours of chasing some skank on tinder .......and 4 hours of mastabatory pleasure...figuratively or literally and so the question becomes what time is YOUR time... how much time is alloted for you to get to know you...to strip away the bullshit and find some authenticity....a damn shadow at least of what could be if you'd start telling your own time... we get so caught up and ensnared in the timing of another mans dreams that we start believing these lies and deceptions to be our own truths.... and lies are the enemy of authenticity.....we fuckign stack up all this bullshit in the name of happiness or peace or plain out looking good for the next guy... that we lose time and focus on who the hell we really want to be theres 1,000s of men out there wearing a slaves watch around there neck that has them anchored to a pool of stinking and infested feces... its time to introduce yourself to self.....because when we start believing in who we are.... we will never have to buy into a lie again....when im comfortable and confident in my direction why would i ever lie to myself again or worse....accept other peoples lies.... a man with no belief and backbone in who he is will always be subject to another telling him....."well its time to chase after this new shiny object... fuck you....I AM the shiny object and im drinking the holy grail of self belief... love and respect gentlemen you are the truth and that shit is authentic you will hear from me next episod
gentlemen whats going on....man what is man we look in the mirror and we automatically paint the picture of what were supposed to measure up to....how were supposed to look, how were supposed to act what were supposed to be....how many of us have been there....we find ourselves locked into the eyes of some never ending abyss... as if im going to find my self in that shallow pit of hell the world wallows in... and you know of the bullshit veneer that im talking about... how many matches on tinder did i get.....how much money am i making compared to that guy my house is too fucking small compared to the neighbors.....shit i need bigger biceps so forth and so forth.... and we lose ourselves in the maze of life by demanding and directing ourselves into its lunacy how fuckign stressful and vicious is that circle of comparison.... the constant warfare ....up here....of measuring up to a standard i subjectively care two shits for... on a individual level we know the system is fucked....the narrative sold to men is warped and malignant.... a very terminal cancer of slavery...AT BEST..... we we forego the subjective power of sovereignty for the collective pressure of fitting in seriously...thats many a mans hope.... his prayer tossed in the tumultuous wind.... fitting in with the fuckign crowd.... but last i checked the recent steps of the crowd are dangerously misleading and sure as hell not congruent and in line with masculinity. or sustainability and thats the headspace i am in right now.... what does being a man mean in its most stripped down and authentic core.. and i absolutely believe its 100% about strength.....both physically and emotionally on the physical side the average man is unequivically stronger than the opposite sex. and this biological and intrinsic nature cant be refuted....men are physically stronger and for a man to neglect this is to refuse a part of what makes him man... i should be pushing myself in the physical realm...i should be shaping my body THUS MY LIFE into something im proud of... not being able to see my dick when pissing is nothing to be proud of and damn sure extinguishes any pride in self. our body truly is a reflection of our will to power over troubling times... if a man cant will himself to get off the couch or put down the pizza....how much power can he truly have over self.... physical strength and power of the body is to man as oxygen is to breathing... and at the core of what makes man and separates him from other animals is his ability and potential to gather strength and more of it as life requires.... and we all know life demands we be emotionally strong or the train of life's harshness will continually cut us down as it tracks across our path its the straightforward logic and rationale of man that keeps him composed.... calm and steadied when the bullets of the enemy are shrapnel across his intentions.... so that when the curve balls of life are thrown, we dont shrink away but stand tall and hit for the fence and for me its the present day comparative narrative that induces a weakening of what should be mans resilient logic.......a reasoning that SHOULD be unbending... but if im continually running circles in my head in some form of emotional dance of anxiety how fuckign strong of a mental state can i be in... the term LESS IS MORE is paramount in the space of emotional strength.. less comparison....less thinking....even less doing and by doing i dont men resign yourself from action....but cancel the shit that is a waste of time you know the shit you're doing just to meet the status quo... were men so fuck the status quo....BELIEVE ME were tryign to escape the box, not make it bigger and stronger.... So emotional strength largely depends upon a mans maturity....and I truly believe its that simple... do you know whats important and how that importance aligns with your direction because an immature man will place the value of temporary over the strength of sustainability... the capacity to hold your thoughts..your reasoning and render them effective is what makes man man..... this super power of logic and directed understanding of emotions begins with owning your headspace... we dont let strangers, fools and debauchery into our actual homes....and so how much more important is it that we secure our minds... a man is physically strong and takes pride in his body ....his temple a man is logically sound and stands guard over every thought allowed in. everybody is running as fast as they can to get right back where they started emotional iqs are descending into child like confusion and physical strength is seen as unnecessary and toxic lets be the enemy of weakness.... love and respect gentlemen you are a man and strength is your requirement you will hear from me next episode
gentlemen what's going on....serious question here.... does life ignite within you a fiery vigor to stand up with chest out, chin up and a will to enjoy all things.... to be that fucking man that says yes to life with a grin on his face or does the happening of life's hopscotch randomness prompt you to grab a bottle of bourbon and plop into the dark corner of your existence... and we often think...how can i have a fiery vigor..... for a life that constantly throws salt onto my fresh wounds... you know the type of wounds...the open lesion from the death of a loved one the gaping tear in my heart from the skank that ripped it out with no apology...of course not and the deep puncture of a life that seemingly is just not on my fuckign side and so we've paraded through the dark forest of life's bullshit and thank god we clumsily and hell maybe even luckily stumbled out of its hold and were better for itr....we seriously recognize we have more wisdom we know some things about some things now But are we grateful or are we bitter and pissed.... i know some guys that have more wisdom in one experience than i have in all of my experiences combined but they refuse to utilize that wisdom in an enjoyable manner they instead relegate themselves into a bitter and even resentful attitude and for me the arm chair quaterback....the keyboard ninja.....the comment section nazi they all have some wisdom largely from personal experience i supposed...hell maybe they just read a book,,,,but they use big words and correct punctuation so im a believer but these guys are not living....or not enjoying life....or i dont presume i mean i'm personally tired of living a life that only sees the flaws....the wrinkles... the errors like an ex-gf of mine that always pointed out how wrinkled my shirt was....or told me yes you look nice but that cologne stinks... like bitch you bought me the cologne.... so i'm realizing that wisdom offers me the ability to to enjoy life it through experiences...that teaches me what's important......its like the old man in a rocking chair....dude is smiling at children playing and birds chirping he laughs at his own jokes......and why the hell is he so happy we ask because the man has came out the other side of life's forrest and knows that gratitude and joy is a requirement for meaning i could possess all the wisdom in the world but if i never learn the beauty of laughing and joy.........have i really lived......have i really conquered anything everybody goes into the forest of knowledge....but many return gloomy and bitter for me its time to enjoy life with the wisdom that nothing is promised the relationship could end, the loved one WILL die, somethings just dont work out and these things no longer make me ANGRY...,,,,instead they make me wise and prepared and IN that i can somehow manage to smile.... love and respect gentlemen its okay to smile for no reason you will hear from me next episode
gentlemen what's goin on...have you ever looked at the world around you and noticed that people are about as deep as a single raindrop.... one drop....that shits annoying...it just leaves me sticky....leaves me thirsty it leaves me pissed off....GIVE ME MORE but the new standard and the norm for most men is to put on some swimming shorts and go nose dive into that shallow mud pit of average and instant gratification think of it like this....i say hey man you wanna go swimming....and you say sure im down and i tell you theres a spot just up the road....its kinda dirty and overcrowded overpriced and smells like PISS, but its EASY to get to but theres this place that very few people know about....water is the bluest blue ever just refreshing..... scenery is just fucking aweesoem ...BBBUUUTTTT its a three hour drive and then a two hour hike to get there dudes gonna most likely choose the pool of piss over the pool of power and thats where were at....eventually the smell of piss just becomes the new fragrance everybdoys been wearing it for so long its hard to tell the difference between the SCENT of greatness and the odor of shit... and so i want you to think of yourself as this pool of water... on the surface your life looks like everyone else's.... storms are raging, the waters are moving...and you endure the same hardships as everyone else.,....thats fuckign life but men have this depth....this unmovable depth within them.... while the SURFACE may be crashing with the waves of chaos ....theres this deepness and calmness that is boundless this deepness offers you the route to you highest potential see the majority of world is up on the surface SURFING with their problems trying to avoid the sharks and bandaging up their bites while you're harnessing something deep within....you kind of develop this uncanny disposition that realizes the problems of life are actually the wind in your sails you ever been in deep water.....it can be unsettling....like the thought that something unknown is below you....whaT monster lies beneath the depth of my ocean.... and there is a monster...a mother fucking beast at the core of who we are but weve been swimming in piss for so long that the only monster were scared of' is freedom itself and what i mean is that we've grown so accustomed to being average and just getting by that the greatness at the center of our being has mistakenly been mislabeled a monster when in reality...deep within you is the pirate ship setting sail to something beyond the pools of piss to be a below average man sucks....and to swim in the idea ...that all there is are pools of mediocre is a huge injustice to what you could be... i dont give a fuck about societies standards or norms..... lets tear down the walls of mediocre standards and burn up the books of bullshit lets grab our balls spray ourselves with the manly musk of more .....and conquer the depths of ourselves theres is an unexplored ocean.....and by god there is a monster waiting to surface love and respect gentlemen go find your monster you will here from me next ep
gentlemen what's going on....he went to jareds....bah dah bah bump bump i'm loving it these commercials with the viagra, the insurance and the white picket fences aim to create a mythical world that allures then enslaves.... we've all been sold a deceptive idea,,,hoodwinked into buying ourselves into some form of debt Maybe it comes packaged in the form of a relationship...or you open up your life gift and find that its a suffocating cubicle next to 100 other wheel spinning mice.... and for some reason and one that often eludes the unsuspecting man .......we keep opening these gits....like something new is gonna pop out... but inevitably these gifts are the proverbial sweater that great grandma sends through the mail each christmas.... or if your like me a fucking globe.... yeah one christmas the cousins were getting hats, footballs and nfl jerseys while i got the earth spinning on a stick.... and so like grandma the world keeps selling us the new standard....they wrap up their agenda and sell it to us in the name of keeping up with the jones the elite are the producers and the sheep are the consumers now let me ask you this.....is the innate nature of man called to fall in line and buy the next shiny diamond for the unshining and ungrateful woman....... and work himself to death for the will of another mans dream and the answer is HELL NO.... but the word WILL is what i want to expound upon here see the producers have a WILL/ a desire/ a motive to create something that locks you down, and secures your devoted following they produce new shiny objects and we've been taught to ignorantly follow like a dog chasing his tail HOW EXCITED we are to be in debt for a new car.....a new home....a new wife... and when in moderation and with consideration and within your means... THESE things can be pursued and are not inherently bad... but a man should always ask himself and with serious contemplation.....why am i chasing this am i the dog chasing my tail......pursuing something that will always be out of my grasp let me put this in the simplest terms the world consists of producers and consumers the producers have power and the consumers are controlled and the nature of man is to create,,,,and ultimately to create HIS life...to produce his existence a life that doesn't follow the new and misleading trends of society man is to get lost in his dance ,his unending flow..... you know that zone of determination where everything else fades when we lose time in our hobby, our passion....hours go by and we fail to notice because we are in the damn man zone.... but the world loves to disrupt any free thinking and foot tapping of man to his own song because a free man is a hard man to corral and control this man does not surrender to the will of any other.....but produces his own will he burns up the packaged sweaters of modernity and starts gift wrapping the will to create his own damn life... and what a beautiful fucking package that is to open... because this gift of man...this power...it goes beyond any definitive rule it never states you have to be married by 30 to be a man it doesn't declare you have to have kids to be a man it never commands you to be less than and surrender your true character the gift of mans will power....invites him to be whoever the hell he wants to create and when a man gets lost in his zone,,,his flow,,,thats when his highest hopes are realized he stops chasing the dog tail of a meaningless rat race....and begins pursuing the more of life lets remove ourselves from the graves of broken boens and dreams of slavery lets stop up our ears from the sirens of chasing the new bullshit and start humming our own tune nietzsche said...."yea something invulnerable..unburiable is with me. something that would rend rocks asunder...it is called my WILL your will power is the fuckign snowball racing down hill... its time we quit pushing someone elses rock uphill and let our power start rolling downwards with a tremendous force but here's the linchpin....in order for there to be a resurrection there must be a grave if you want the new man of will power to rise you must first put to death the slave chained to consumerrism and dependence love and respect gentlemen you are a creator and producer you will hear from me next episode
gentlemen what's going on....imaging penny wise from the movie it.... is standing in a dark alley in the middle of a pitch black night red balloon just floating in the breeze ....and he's got this shit eating grin are you going to keep stepping and be about your business....or are you going to foolishly play games with something that will eat your ass alive RED FLAGS and not only in dating but for life in general are there for a very specific reason.... they are the banners over a hazardous situation...., a signpost that says////AVOID and I get it were men,,,our heartbeat sometimes pounds to the tune of danger. our nature is to live on the edge to push the boundaries....to conquer the conquests but theres a difference, a huge difference between being courageoulsy dangerous and ignorantly stupid... how many times has thinking with the dick,,,,made fools out of men twisting them into a heap of regret so the idea here is to exchange temporary lust for a lasting return i have no desire to invest my time and resources on anything that's not gonna yield a high return men have spent hours on porn, cheap easy women, EXPENSIVE HARD women,this that ahhh blatanly put we have wasted countless fucking hours because we avoided the bigs ass waving red flag She has three kids under the age of four.....she smokes more weed than she can afford and her JOB........her damn job .......is a social media influencer...... "BUT she looks so good in her assless chaps pics that she's sellin to every tom dick and harry simp out there get a grip man....grab hold of reality and quit seeing things the way you WANT them to be and start recognizing them for what they are and when we start noticing the red flags and the little shades of gray in our lives and those people around us.... that's when we can start carving away at the fat and see red flashing flags for what they offer we truly become that man with a chisel in hand.... you don't sculpt a badass life with a 1,000 red flags instead you take an unblemished stone and get to work.... and here's the deal that many an impatient man will never come to appreciate a good life is not one ready made...its like the sculptor with the stone one man only sees an ugly rock....he doesn't have the insight or patience to see what he can make out of the tough exterior he's too damn impatient to see what lies within that hunk of marble red flags are alluring, that's why we throw out any rational thought and let the blood in our penis guide us.... but if we could ever start walking through life with a noticing eye... a pause in our step....with a curious examination.... thats when red flags become our ally instead of our nemesis life is about decisions....your life is a collection of decisions made or decisions not made to live courageously dangerous and take needed risks is mans duty...thats how we survive and progress but to ignorantly walk into a landmine that has flashing warning signs over it is not courageous....its not even dangerous ITS PLAIN FUCKING stupoid love and respect gentlemen that penny wise is a scary mother fucker you will hear from me next episode
gentlemen what's going on....how many of us are tired of living a sucky ass life we've walked around this suffocating even paralyzing environment of AVERAGE for too long we settle for shit that we immediately regret settling for... like why the hell am i accepting this 7th place existence... we settle for the bitchy ass girlfriend because she has a nice ass or HAD a nice ass, but 1,000 big macs later and 10,000 hours of complaining well... shes more of an actual ass....than a nice ass we settle for that dead end job that pisses us off EVERY DAMN day.... like .......who wants to stroke out over selling insurance we settle for that lumpy ass mash potato body because hell,,,,everybody else looks like this we settle in our belief system because its too damn hard to go against the flow of everybody else's ignorant paradigms... we've got comfortable settling yet secretly crave the ideal body, that ideal woman, that ideal car that ideal life... you know what the fuck im talking about.....were sitting in the parking lot....nice truck pulls up,,,yeah id like that.... we see the woman in those leggings.....DAMN YOU LEGGINGS.....and shes actually nice and normal... we hear about elon musk and his millions and think,,,yep,,,that would be cool but then we do nothing to get the life that we want.....we drink another gallon of sugar we spend another 1,000 dollars on metaphorical porn.... we say fuck that woman in the leggings...shes probably a feminist and so we enslave ourselves in a in the dark pit of regret called settling and we miss the entry point to something absolutely beautiful a life that has freedom painted all over it..... the freedom to be the badass we all dream of or BY GOD should be dreaming of i love nietzsche and he has this creed to say YES TO LIFE what are we saying yes to???? so the idea here is to start saying yes to the hard things and yes i fucking said hard......these assholes selling you the easy and quick way are douche bags... nothing great is going to come easy.....so mark them off as gifters selling you magic beans and unsubscribe from them NOW your entry point.....the red carpet to your grand entrance is CONTINUAL HARD WORK.... and there we go,,,probably lost half of you....hard work is not contagious or even promoted so heres my proposition......today,,,, focus on one thing that you want in life write down one difficult task that it will require to achieve your desired position then get to fuckign work...knocking that down to size... challenge yourself to put in the work that no one else is doing so that you can get to the p[lace that everyone else craves to be.... raise your bar and watch your life follow.....keep raising that son of a bitch until life begins to bend to your will.... i promise you,,,,that you haven't even tapped into the bottom of your potential quit being lazy and start working harder love and respect gentlemen the bar has been set to low,,,time to raise it you will hear from me next episode
gentlemen whats goign on...what are you proud of... if i came to your door and asked you.....quick tell me eveythign great in your life... you would probably be like most men....um uhhh ummm stammering and stuttering aroound GRASPING for some sliver of pride.... well i have a job, family, gf,,,,um i bought a new car... but are we seriously pleased with these trophies...or do we feel obligated to thrust them as our highest accomplishments merely because thats the narrative projected as the status quo hell,,its what normal people do and its how its been down forever who am i to rock the boat....right but we see this flood of bullshit continually crashing its degenerate waves into our boat and so were seeing a rise in men beginning to exercise THEIR right to THINK for themselves i don't want to be proud of following someone else....like how is my trophy for mediocrity something to hold in esteem like what decent man runs around with a 7th place trophy in his hand SCREAMING look at me im the greatest man alive... but in essence that's what is spreading throughout the present age.... there's this fragmented sense of what pride actually means everyones limping around on broken ideals of what strength, pride and accomplishment truly represent.... Nietzsche said i teach NO to all that makes me weak..that exhausts....i teach YES to all that strengthens that stores up strength,,,that PRIDE.... and i love this...because it makes me ask myself am i proud of weak things that will leave me exhausted and ultimately defeated or do i say YES to all that strengthens me and leaves me a better man we have to ask ourselves are we proud of being caught in the rat race of life, simply keeping pace with the asshoel to the left of us or are we proud of separating ourselves from the weak and hanging strength on the highest rung of the ladder we daily ascend.... i want to climb out of this stinking pile of shit that everybody else calls life i want to be a man that builds my own life...hell to discover myself along the way\ and not just be another cog in someone else's machine... i want to be filled with such an immense pride in something that can never be torn down something that cant be duplicated i want to leave my fucking finger print ON MY life... you see it and you know that yep, that was his.....he owned his life you know that feeling of accomplishment when you've attained something you set out to fulfill its fuckign the greatest feeling ever....it brings a self possessed satisfaction .....that cannot be rivaled when you knock on my door and ask me to tell you what im proud of... i want you to have to pull up a rocking chair and a glass of water because mannn were gonna be here a while I want my answers to be big,precise and beautiful.... im proud to be a man dammit,,,,and im a good one let that be my motivation, let that be the beginning of my pride.. to be a man that pursues separating himself from the status quo that is definitely something to take pride in love and respect gentlemen
gentlemen whats going on.,...in a directionless society i believe its imperative that we establish a foundation... cause if we have no legs to stand on, how can we ever hit the target so we need a corner stone with which we can begin slinging some arrows from.... and so at the genesis of any man's trajectory lies his core values... dammit tik tok tiara get off the damn pole i said CORE not WHORE... for too long now, a mans inner compass, his code, the values he may be rooted in or not rooted in.... have largely been determined by.... the conditioning of others....parents...friends....educational institutions...media etc. etc. but the core and intrinsic nature of man.... in all honesty.....rarely is connected to his self imposed core values.... key word...self imposed... ask yourself,,,and seriously contemplate it...when's the last time you thought about your core beliefs... where did they come from...are they beneficial,,,are they limiting are they a misrepresentation of actual reality... could these beliefs that you hold as your adopted core values....be faulty?? and im not asking you to throw out all that you know... but the path to freedom always requires a QUESTIONING of what it takes to get there... to cling stubbornly to YOUR way of doing things, even though they may be draped in WELL INTENTIONS is a guarantee for disappointment....WHY because there is always a more effective and efficient way to do things.... so many times in life ive beat my head against a damn wall simply because i was to damn prideful..... to take advice from someone else.... ALL because according to my core values and belief system...MY WAY was the way life was supposed to work.......even though shit was obviously not conducive to a successful life... our core values are the driving force behind ALL OF our decisions... every thought and action derives from what we hold to be morally sound or fundAMENTALLY good for our well being.... and if your core value contradicts your essential goals.....well hell man its time to either question your values or your goals...OR even both for example, I know people in church that believe its wrong to be rich...so they never pursue money or wealth... i know people that place physical health very low on the spectrum of importance so eating big macs and sitting on the couch doesnt exhaust their conscience. your core values subconsciously and consciously are your highest priorities... these deeply rooted and held beliefs shape your life... so why the hell are we not acquainting ourselves with these values more frequently and with more depth ask yourself....WHY THE HELL DO I BELIEVE THIS WAY....AND WHAT IS IT ADDING TO MY LIFE.... I CANT tell you what to hold close to your man beating heart.... i'm not going to suggest what foundation to stand on...or what target to shoot at but i will tell you that you need to form your own belief system in congruence with your goals.... and for god sake i'm not suggesting you rob banks and kidnap ol ladies... BUT just because great grandpa wrongly taught you some misheld belief system doesn't mean you still have to carry the burden of faulty thinking.... check your values....hell ...punch them in the gut,,,if they can take a punch keep them at your side but if they fall like joe biden climbing some stairs.....well thats a different story love and respect gentlemen
gentlemen what's going on....i can sum up hamza and every other modern self help guru on the scene .....with one word...its a plural word but nonetheless one word.... HANDS... yeah, hands that's going to be the new revolutionary self help book these echo chamber shouting men are screaming keep your hands off your dick keep your hands off video games PUT your hands on some self help books and put your hands on some fucking wieghts... and for the really grifty and grimey ones..... ....put your hands on the click button and sign up for my copy and paste tutorial class.... did i mention it's only $299.99 but wait a damn minute what about the guys with no hands...better luck next time i supposed And don't mistake me for some bitter hating karen.... i commend these men or most of them for stepping to the plate and accepting the arduous path of improvement and freedom and for not beating off... ....giving hands to yourself new meaning... but there's only so many NEW YOUK times best selling bullshit books you can read before it starts repeating and for the common man that connstat drip of water to the forehead is not satisfying .....but quite fucking annoying.. those men brave enough to enter the self improvement arena AT FIRST are quenched by these nuggets of truths.......and drops of water because let's face it...there is truth in quitting the overindulgence of meaningless bullshit aka....gaming...whacking your lettuce...eating fucking 3 pounds of processed food a day.... swiping through tinder like that traditional woman you've dreamt up in your head is gonna jump out and say ................yep,,i'm a real woman and i bought into... and spend time on this social media bullshit you just had to dig for me.... gentlemen...we've enveloped ourselves in a cloud, and an illusory cloud at that, ....of shallow self help nonsense... We think listening to some dudes tell us to quit wasting time and keep our hands off the one eyed willie wonder is going to motivate us to some higher and elevated plane of existence... and that's just complete bullshit or self help books would have stopped printing years ago... and i'm a reader.... an avid reader....and i love listening to new and fresh ideas....or even ideas stated in a new context but there comes a point when we must recognize that everyone were listening to is spewing the same thing... that's why i read philosophy and history and listen to philosophers that DISAGREE...and try to vary the content i consume that's why i choose to go beyond the superficial shallowness ......of your everyday self help youtube content creator.... and the idea is to form this notion of self possessed dependence... to not be reliant and eaglery depending upon the next drop from the guru... but to instead absorb the truth laid out before you by these men....RELEASE the bullshit and start forming your own map.... that's your solution to an improved life....depending upon yourself in regards to the truth you have acquired whether it be from a book or a man or life lessons... id much rather read one book for the rest of my life, or live out one maxim, one truth than to continually be enslaved by the dependency of some man's content.... and yes,,,let us be refreshed and revitalized and motivated....most of these men are great at this but the question, the hard question.... Are you worshiping the man... or the TRUTH that man is speaking to YOUR inner man because one will make you that simp that the content creator wants you to be and the other will make you the man that you are supposed to be.... worship nothing but the truth and for god sake....keep your hands off you dick....at least while you're watching self help videos.. love and respect gentlemen
gentlemen whats going on....how many times have we looked at someone's life and thought to ourselves or even out loud...... what a lucky son of a bitch... good fortune has bestowed upon them the mightiest advantages... we see them as this overnight success.....as if they woke up that morning walked outside and was smacked in the face with wealth, looks, and personality and truth be told a little bit of ENVY creeps up and spills out from us that motherfucker....i want to be like him,,,BUT i hate him... annnnd so we construct and manipulate all these fallicious reasons why that guy sucks and is probably a fucking loser hes probably a mommas boy, tiny dick, beats his gf,,greedy, tight ass etc. etc. we built this prison of comfort ....and its sole substance consists OF excuses more so.... reasons why its okay for us to not have.... achieved the life we secretly or even tik tok openly want.... you've seen the videos desiring a high value life,,,,but only scrolling through it instead of doing anything to acquire it... in this flip flop society where being fat is now safe and rational and being healthy is oppressive and privileged like what the fuck...weve turned the term hard work into a toxic privilege that only the tyrannical should aspire to be ummmm so hard work is now bad... unfortunately society is leaning towards that exact fallacy... and so the entitled see success as luck, or a class privilege or race privilege.. or some other form of excuse ridden bullshit... but many times these or most times these crybaby 7th place trophy having wokists never take into account that the harder a person works the luckier they get... let me repeat this so that im clear....the harder i work the luckier i get meaning....i didn't wake up with a 6 pack....i fuckig ate tuna for 6 months and went to the gym 5 days a week....EVEN when i didn't want to i wasnt handed a buisness....i worked every fucking weekend for 5 years to save money to invest in my success... i wasn't born with life knowledge...i lived,,,i suffered...and so i decided to read and listen everyday to people .....SMARTER than me successful people are not fucking lucky, theyre hard workers working hard is not a damn disease that will cause your limbs to fall off or your dick to shrink hard work is the missing ingredient to a soft and entitled generation that is waiting for overnight tik tok success to fall from the apple tree and hit them in their ignorant ass head but unlike Newton and gravity....that erroneous way of thinking or perceiving life is not based on any truth.... one unchanging principle to life and success is.... hard work pays off.....and yes a little luck goes along ways....may we all be blessed with good fortune because this is life and many things are outside of our control but one thing that is within our grasp and power....is the will to outwork every lazy motherfucker around us... and in a world that loves leveling the playing field to a mud pit of mediocrity its actually not that difficult to outmaneuver the masses and produce some form of greatness.... so the hell with excuses and prisons of reasons for why that asshoel is luckier than me... i don't have time for envious excuses....because ill get somewhere quicker by stepping towards it instead of telling 100 reasons why i cant love and respect gentlemen
gentlemen whats going on....in lieu of the current cliamte lets check the fucking temperature...the temperature of gender roles double standards and the likes because i don't know about you but i'm tired of some mindless meteorologist telling me what the weather is like.... i want to go experience it myself so i want you to grab your balls with one hand an with the other place it over your heart and pledge allegiance to being a man. "IM PROUD TO BE A MAN" ..... is that statement even politically correct anymore,.,, ....who gives a shit.... so in accordance with testing the water.... lets jump into some of the female statements and attitudes of our day.... and is there a double standard.... she says,,,i wanna guy with muscles and money....and so i say well i wanna woman with a nice ass and one that performs traditional roles... now which one of us is going to be applauded while the other is dropped into a boiling pot of cancel culture piss.... were enveloped in this nonsensical and pervasive viewpoint where man is stripped of his dutiful authority BUT ASKED to carry on traditional roles... while his female counterpart unloads any traditional weights but picks up the crown of authority.... lets paint a picture here....the man presumingly should be the door opening, dinner buying, bread winning, greek god looking, 8 inch eggplant having son of chivalrous saint.... "but by all means i don't need all of that because i'm an independent woman" "but how tall are you and how much money do you make.....not that any of that matters of course.....did i mention im independent"... my god we've twisted the ROOT of what it means to be a man into such chaos ....pun intended ROOT,,,,because now you don't even have to have a ROOT to be a man but so much convoluted nonsense is being bought not only by ignorant and shallow women but by men and women at large... its like this...if a lie is told long enough it becomes truth and in a world where a new generation wants it fast and easy...believe me ....none of them are going to research shit for themselves.....they just accept it so the world for whatever innumerable reasons has twisted the genders and their roles....powerful roles at that... into an unidentifiable mess... and our job, your job, and a fun job it is....will be to to disentangle the bullshit from the truth... men are fuckign men....and when they accept that,.....my god they become powerful and women are fucking women...and goooood gawssshhh they are a sight to behold when they truly adorns themselves in the power of perfect feminity as i said earlier it is presumed that man should fulfill the role of the typical stereotype of what man is .....but without assuming the patriarchal privilege of manhood.... the prevailing thought is ....be a man BUT DONT be a man.... what the fuck are we teaching our young boys.... can you imagine the confusion echoing through the halls of society today,,, and we wonder why genders are more confused than joe biden during an unscripted interview you are a man , and there is this intuitive sense within that knows who you are and what you're to do... for the most part there is a nature, a part of man that loves his physical strength, he has a compassioante drive to connect with the otehr sex,,, to be that door opening protector and provider...to do good by his and their requirements fuck its my nature and i love it....but to be berated and looked down upon for embracing my identity.... a man in all my powerful characteristics....well its bullshit..... to sell this nonsense,,,this malevolent idea that men and women are in competition is the most atrocious idea any fucking feminist or communist or wokist could peddal..EVER i want to see women know that their true equality is not in becoming more masculine but owning the feminie nature of their self possessed power and i want to see men applauded for living andfulfilling the role of true masculinity and within these two statements im not paCKAGING up some 1950s black and white episode of MAN KNOWS FUCKIGN BEST,,,..and woman just needs to shut up and cook if you're a man you can cook and wash laundry too....ive been doing that shit since i was 12 and if you're a woman, go start a business and wear a pantsuit that rivals hillary clinton for all I care... but for god sake....fuck these double standards, and the hell with this competition if you want a man to open the door for you,,, become a woman that is worthy of that mans attention....and if you want a traditional woman's attention,,, become the man that demands traditional over the delusional fuckery of today i love opening doors....hell for women...men...elders,.,,,myself...fuck it doesnt matter and i love being able to pay for my lady friends meal.... and my god.... there's nothing like throwing out a mouse or stepping on a spider and seeing the look of satisfaction in my womans eyes i know shes thinking....look at that masculine motherfucker go now if its a snake shes on her own.... just kidding, ill text her dad as im leaving... but as i do these things ... I want a reciprocal relationship.... It feels good to be open and communicate with a woman. for her to praise your strengths in the relationship and to be able to return her admiration for what you adore in her strengths but this constant competition bullshit...."and i'm just as equal as you pious claptrap must end... i'm not equal to a woman,,,,my god they can do and go through some things i dont think i'd wish on any man... and that's freaking awesome but that means there are some amazing things men can do that women never could... these gender strengths,,,,they don't make one better than the other... they actually make them more compatible... but when we provoke competition and rivalry as if its a bloody fight to victory well...what the hell do we expect.... so men...the hell with societies new age standards....lets pledge allegiance to masculinity.... and invite anyone wanting to TRULY progress...to come stand under our umbrella of protection. and if they would shut their false feminism voices up for just a minute.... women would see they're the ones that actually fastened the masculine umbrella together but when were competing to be the umbrella...it never gets made much less held ........and everybody gets soaked in the acidic downpour of gender equality.... love and respect gentlemen
whats going on gentlemen....Men we are at war and confidence is our weapon, you can remain a slave to self doubt and poor pitiful me, the world hates me and life is overwhelmingly not fair..... or you can confidently step into freedom and hell thats what were all looking for as men ,anyway..... more confidence whether we want to admit or not,,, WE want to be possessed by some cockstrong self assurance who doesn't want to walk in the room and feel like they own that shit... to be james bond before the world went woke and weak... because Confidence kicks ass....it is the impenetrable ability to believe in self, an unshakeable self dependence that refutes failure and weakness its that fiery explosive shit that every little boy dreams of being consumed by but in the modern and entitled soft age...We want the fire without the smoke So We get fat on idleness..... and our savior, our , facade ....our exchange for self possessed confidence , is EXCUSES....EXCUSES BECOME OUR GOD....disagree with me?? good, I WELCOME, THE EXCUSES men come up with to excuse our excuses.... excuses are our fucking enemy, and I adamantly encourage you to cut the head off of ill fit reasons for why you cant achiive something anytime it pops it's head out of its pit of hell mixed with whinery and bitchery Many a man has built his life on an island of excuses, and then he wonders why life sucks when the island devours him and drowns out his hopes..... confidence never waits for hope to manifest,.... quite the contrary, confidence is a CREATOR, hell the ultimate creator.... it's time to exchange our god of excuses with the God of confidence and go create a damn good life....... men are not supposed to look through the holes of a dilapidated roof and wish upon the SLIVER of star light peeping through.... they rise above the bullshit and BECOME the star..... and the most important and fundamental principle of confidence is GETTING GOOD AT SOMETHING.... (THIS TAKES PRACTICE).....to consistently stoke the fire requires a smoky start, practice, failure, fatigue, repeat and repaet SMOKE DAMMIT, it fucking stinks sometimes but fire requires smoke just as men... and GOOD CONFIDENT men require effort. ... and holy shit, when a man lights himself on fire with effort, patience, passion and determination people will come from miles away to watch the Pureness of that man's light burn....THIS IS CONFIDENCE This becomes an article of overwhelming self assurance we begin to wear in more and more encounters the more we begin to consciously practice winning every situation of every moment confidence cant help but swell up within and burst forth like motherfucking volcano so you can sit in that pile of shit called excuses and stink of mediocre standards or you can get your ass up and get good at something hell anything...its fucking crazy how confiodence in one area spills over into other facets and creates a domino effect.... so be the first damn domino, stack up some confidence, practice until you get real damn good and then keep putting in the effort be aware that life is warfare and confidence is your weapon and practice is the bow that shoots that shit into existence... love and respect gentlemen,,,go set yourself on fire....
gentlemen what's going on...why do we suck at relationships... and by we ,, i mean the western culture in general.. not you or me specifically but to be honest ive sucked at relationships as well....because i followed what i THOUGHT a relationship was or is supposed to be....but fuck...who the hell really knows and It's self-evident that relationships are in quite the predicament, look at the divorce rates, and the winding navigation of the new age social media scene.... among scores of other life challenges, that will.... always rear their devious head... death, taxes, breakups, break ins breakouts etc. etc... like a pissed off overweight diva when the all you can eat buffet runs out of bacon. shit happens and shit leaves us pissed, confused and complicated Those .karens. deaths and the likes, are ONLY a start to the difficulties..... a relationship CAN and will encounter man and woman meet, they like each other, they pursue each other but man has a past, woman has a past too.... man has his belief system and woman has her belief system maybe they're heading in the same direction, but man has an idea of how to get there and woman believes in her ways to arrive at said destination are better and this presents problems...... but this is life....billions of people all wanting their little piece of happiness... but all varying in the actions to get there... and so the engine, the power and force running relationships off the cliff to their death is...... the instant gratification curse of modernity... oh what a fucking curse it is......"I WANT IT NOW" AND MY WAY IS THE BEST AND SO THE REASON RELATIONSHIPS SUCK IS... We too often have a short term mindset with a temporary behaviors , we cut corners in effort to have it OUR WAY NOW!!. but The fast way now is the LONG way in the end... we ignore the red flags....such as...she has three kids with three different baby daddies ...umm she hasn't worked in 5 years....and it ALWAYS has to be her way..... we overlook these for the temporary pleasure of some fantasy .....we've cooked up in our head of what relationships are supposed to look like.....but according to who.....the news....the media....the newest song....OR YOU... This lust for intense instant gratification cause these tiny debts to ACCUMULATE until eventually were bankrupt ..... we give up a little freedom for this....we give up a piece of OUR direction for that we lose a little bit of our sovereignty for a seat at the table of uncomfotable slavery ever felt like the cultural standard of relationships or... ANYTHING for that matter HAS YOU anchored down... So the perfect relationship template in its cookie cutter fashion needs to be...MMM injected with a fresh look .... it needs to fit YOU and your direction, what do YOU want, are you more traditional, are you seeking money, freedom, love, a partner, fun, adventure, simplicity. Etc etc. and then go to work finding a compatible partner....key word compatible...not perfect.. perfect doesnt fucking exist because WHO THE HELL believes love is going to fall from the heavens and hit you square in the love hole..... without any effort...... nothing in life is guaranteed and easy,,,,,and those selling you that shit need to be slapped and kicked in THEIR love holes.... fuck love and all its new age watered down bullshit.... modern love is a WEAK depiction of what a relationship is actually supposed to look like... a relationship is specific to those involved....and in an INTIMATE partnership.... it is distinct to those TWO tied together.... so we have to remove ourselves from the societal narrative... and begin to blatantly refuse the sign posts of weak ass relationship standards... So here's to brining new ideas to what it means to have a relati9nship and by new I mean a recoursing to the old and traditional way of excellence and a commitment to a code. to having actual self imposed standards fuck the white washed two story house with the lame ass white picket fence.... thats not your direction , then don't get caught up in fooling yourself into the mockery of what a true relationship..... is supposed to be and represent... Instant is the biggest lie sold to us modern men... because its the trial and efforts,,,,its the actual slaying of the dragons that release the true power of what lies within a man... EASY doesn't make you a man....kids enjoy an easy life.... and we see how pissed off they get when it doesn't go their way... "give me back my damn transformer brandon but its the ability to put in the work, the capacity to see beyond the instant pleasure and the ability to see life's red flags that give men guidance and relationships are no different.... and so i suggested a recoursing to the old tradition of excellence and i guess what i mean there is ....to hold yourself to a higher standards....hell to create your standard outside of the masses crippled and limping principles... what does a relationship look like to you....can you ignore the instant pleasures of lust and what its supposed to be according to tik tok and hollywood.... so that you can build and construct something that last... its cool to go to walmart and get a ready made desk that i can put together in less than 10 minutes... i get it home and it looks good...colors match the room....whooohhh boy,,im such a handy man....all put together and no extra pieces but as soon as i put the pc on it and add a few extra aesthetics... it begins to sway and buckle under the weight its cheap materials and mass assembly line production coulndt hold the weight of reality i would have been better off if i had been patient and waited for the amish made desk that was going to take a little longer to make....but built with care, standards and experience... we suck at relationships because we want it now,,,and we want it easy....so we ignore the faulty constructions hoping that just maybe, we can be the exception to the old age rule.....cheap and easy falls to shit....
gentlemen whats going on....confidence is it that super drug,,,,the link to kicking ass, walking on water and dominating life... because its quite apparent the head down mumbling type gets a life that reflects just that a mumbled jumble of leftover scraps while on the other hand the the baby kissing life affirming, hand shaking, wheaties eating vitamin taking big grinned son of gun seems to.....own his life as one that walks in that perfect confidence .....and self possession we all wish we had he wears Confidence as a suit of armor...he eats at the big boys table...no scraps for me THIS man has learned to tailor that suit of confidence to HIS specific talents, needs, goals, and desires. he seems to walk a little taller...and a little more ballsy We see those people that wear confidence like it's the perfect fit. Like they were born to own life. and i started thinking about this over the weekend as me and my son were figuring out ways to break in his new first baseman's glove... these suckers come off the factory line more stiff than a 40 year old virgin at an instagram model convention ..... on the beach....bikinis.... and im not playing.....its like squeezing the hardest vice grip ever....nearly impossible to catch a ball with my squeeze...much less a ten year olds grip... so im watching youtube videos...praise god...and im throwing the glove in the sshower under hot water...i'm stretching it,,,im beating it with a mallet, im throwing it against concrete....mixed with thrown prayers of please god just let it work..... i'm folding it in the way he wants it to look and fit to his specific hand... its been bent and folded more than a ten year old dollar bill circulated through 1,000 strip clubs......and just as dirty looking... but with patience,,,effort,,,,lots of effort....repeated effort,,,,with some experienced guidance from more informed men..... the glove is beginning to have some function and utility so the glove didn't come shaped to my sons hand and Much like my son WANTING the glove to come out ready made for his comfort We often error in believing confidence SHAPES us,.... when in fact we have to mold confidence in correlation with our strengths.... Personal strengths and confidence are hand in hand....there is this intersection where they become effortless flow... that flow we admire in other accomplished men Whether in sports, the workplace, hobbies, women, or conversation... And we shape our strengths by getting in the Mudd and practicing them..... we throw ourselves into difficult situations.... and uncomfortable positions so that we begin to mold ourselves... Stretching our capabilities, getting outside of that prison pit of hell and bending our desire to our will... The glove,no matter our want, or wishing, doesn't show up bow wrapped and ready to use to perfection. And WE FAIL ourselves and OUR possibilities when we fall victim to that weak line of thinking. As if we SHOULD just be confident... Confidence is ultimately a reward for you being good at something, and that goodness is a consequence of repetitive shaping... You get good at something after continual effort....life seriously is that simple... Continual preparation prepares you to have more genuine assurance in yourself. The participation trophy culture wants the confidence of the ceo, yet they've never even put in the effort of the janitor... If you're unwilling to clean the toilet you sure as hell don't deserve to shit in it. 1,000 hours of practice....1000 attempts at talking to a woman.....1000 hours in the gym... 1000 of anything sure as hell gives you more confidence than the man that is too fearful to get in the mud and start stretching his potential to meet his needs, desire and direction dont be afraid to start practicing life men....lets get out there and start shaping the possibilities love and respect....you will hear from me
Gentleman what's going on you masculine minded men those man choosing Freedom those men choosing to escape from the rat race of Life we've seen the cheese we've even been a little tempted to jump into the rat trap to retrieve the cheese look at the booty on that....weve all been there but we see it for what it is and we've decided to begin to outwit the deceiver... those choosing to enslave us and keep us under their thumb of bullshit chase this..pursue that..and believe this load of propaganda.... and you say yeap,,i know fools just like that...led by their chains but if I asked you what enslaves you...what puts their foot on your throat what pulls your chains we wouldn't be so quick to recognize the sinister master behind our own prison walls... its always easier and takes less effort to point out the delusions of others... and before you say "well i have my shit together right now youre watching me on your phone or a device that you may have spent 3/4 hours surfing through meaningless shit.... maybe you spent 20 hours all together throughout the week.... watching some tik tok girls shake their ass... and karen's act like spineless fools i know because ive fucking been there....fuck.... and as you're listening to me theres also these thoughts.... and they're kind of running through your head pulling you away from my words...there's a tug of war going on right now...where bullshit is inviting you to phase me out... and stare into your own demise.... what you think you know.... what youve been taught what youve been led to believe... and maybe some of them are right and some of them are wrong,,,,but those are the thoughts that control us, that enslave us....such as damn,,,becky looked good at work....wonder if shes getting a divorce... man I'm just not f****** good enough.... yeah sure cheetos and chocolate pie for dinner sounds amazing nahh the government would never fuck me over... you know those thoughts...those banners waving in our headspace we've blindly accepted as normal parts of life. we all have those thoughts... those people ....those material things,,,those hand me down belief systems hell we even have content creators on YouTube that we bow down to.. we accept their words, their ideas even their ideologies as gold. why,,,simply because theyre On fucking youtube or cnn...????? they could be spouting off conjectured bullshit but it smells like roses to us becuz... we've bought into that heroic ideal of WHAT we want them to be... and represent. but we have to Be careful of what and WHO we worship..and yes i know worship is a strong word here but it...... simply means a feeling or expression of reverence and adoration... what are you holding in esteem....WHO are you holding on high.... what are you so emotionally invested in that your logic is being soundproofed by the ignorance of others are we readily swallowing the slogans of some grifter...because many build their lives under ONE thought, and they stand under that exalted statue as if it were the only way, but what happens when that statue crumbles as all statues eventually will.... and it comes crashing down on those knelt before it...... lettuce us break down those fake gods....those hindrances from actually thinking for ourselves ...and stare into something with more depth and power....OUR true SELVES.... but this isnt applauded in society at present....the world wants you constantly plugged into their propaganda and how dare you veer off course...because then you become uncontrollable.... the rest of the people are wary of the unknown...ummppp...nahhh...ehhhh i just dont know...so they stay on their bended knees under the falling statue and we all have those ideas of comfort....those things and those people and those relationships that we put on a pedestal...because they make sense to us but maybe you're familiar with the saying... don't ever meet your hero because you've held them up to this achievable heroic standard but when you meet them you find out they're just a regular person with regular flaws we have these ideas that they uphold prestigious beliefs and we are certain they embody and emulate those to the fullest at all times but how many times have we seen that heroic person in the news.... succumb to temptation falls face first in a flood of flaws.... that person that we held in esteem they have an affair... they are involved in some form of corruption are we building them up so high that as they crumble down and as the pieces fall upon us we're left in bewilderment??? "HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN OUR BURNING ULCERS SCREAM FROM THE PIT OF OUR EMOTIONS were left pissed-off....we're left upset.... we're thinking damn "what ive known maybe isn't true after all we've all had those moments in life whether it's someone that we held in esteem may be a parent I remember when I was a kid and I found out that Santa Claus didn't exist
gentlemen whats going on....are the scales of gender equality balanced in the complimentary dynamics of our Differences.... im good at this and shes good at that so maybe we can unite...so on and so on ORRR are they dramatically and emotionally tipped in favor of competition.... have we really succumbed to an us vs them mentality... when it comes to gender....man vs woman...is there an underlying competitive ethos... and hell yeah there is...look around you and observe the feminist vibe of... "we will tear down the DIFFERENCES and replace them with MEN being WOMEN and WOMEN being men..... with up is down and left is right....and bullshit is the smell of roses now in their irrational beliefs....those false assumptions that give credence to their ill fit ideologies.... these assholes actually believe theyre creating utopia... when in fact they're creating hell.... and heres the deal...there is no competition or there damn sure shouldn't be a competition i am a man and im going to be a better man than any woman can ever be and your a woman and your sure as hell going to be a better woman than any man can be... and so where we have errored here,,and by WE i mean extreme feminism and the woke left is in believing THAT ONE GENDER IS BETTER THAN THE OTHER.... and the left would argue..."oh no were all equal" but i can quickly dismantle that argument.... if they believed we were all equal why would they be attempting with SOO much VIGOR to level the playing field.... see the left and the woke and commies have mislead women into believing they are the inferior sex... they have taught these women to put the strengths of men on a pedestal and to compare there own feminie virtues as of some leftover slop tossed into the mud... think about it...if im constantly comparing myself to lets say some rich jet setter that tik tok tells me... is the ideal man.....well shit.... i'm gonna be a little pissed because i want my life to resemble his.. and so maybe in my ill-suited thinking.....i start putting this guys' strengths on the mantle in my head and negate my own damn strengths by tossing them into the fire to burn away... women have been deceived into thinking they need to compete with men.... and its this very slippery channel of thinking.... that is eroding the foundation of the complimentary differences of men and women... strong societies are rooted in men being good at men and women being good at women.... and when we see this convoluted competition between them and us...and all this lets level the playing field nonsense.... we don't see utopia on the horizon....we instead see cities up in flames..... because men and women were not made to compete against each other but to compliment each other the identity crisis we are currently in a boxing match with is largely the result of the genders competing instead of complimenting each other a men vs women mindset will always leave the scaled disproportionately unbalanced the true balance is when we accept our differences and applaud them love and respect gentlemen
gentlemen whats going on...and more importantly....where the hell are you going.... we all have or we should have aspirations to become more than we presently are... to continue to become better is the name of the game.... its the ummmppp that gets you out of bed and keeps you on your feet...buuut... ive found in my life...and the mess that ive made of it....and the difficulties ive encountered in attempting to disentangle the disorder....meth,,,booze and skanks etc... isss....its a very damn ardous task to get somewhere...when you have no fucking clue who you are.... imagine discovering a genie in the bottle....and this magical genie...offers to grant you three wishes... and he asks....what do you want.... but instead of being ready and knowledgeable with a precise answer....you stammer around in a stuttering paralysis.... we know...the object of the game called life is to get somewhere,,,both literally and figuratively... to arrive at a physical destination that is superior to your beginnings,,, and not only that...but to reach an intellectual and wise position.... that truly knows the difference between what is important and whats bullshit... and heres my genie in the bottle question to you... do you know who the hell you are.... because how can we expect to navigate the world if weve never taken time to navigate ourselves.... so the hell with all the meaningless distraction vying for your limited time.... and yes it is limited...we one day will perish....dammit....so lets drop the bullshit and pick up some direction... lets mindfully choose our next steps and stamp the address on to our ambitious souls... and in order to combat the mononoutous dreary of those slaves dragging their feet beside you we ensure freedom by having a benchmark,,,something we can quantitatively measure.. im going after A.....im using B to get there...and the results will look like C... A plus B equals C....it really is that simple to map out a game plan...a life plan.. but too often....we adopt the habits of parents and the societal norms... although were fully conscious of how much they despise the predictable standards... you are a man..and the only thing predictable in your arsenal should be the tool of overcoming.......hell fighting to overcome the humdrum of mediocrity is mans initiative... so where you want to go....entirely depends AT LENGTH....how far you are willing to search the depths of.... who the hell you are....thus learning who the hell you can be because the benchmarks,,,the goals,,,,the tangible rewards that can be measured... they can only stack up in corelation with how deep you know who you are and what youre made of... do you have the grit and balls it requires to get to the level your seeking... in truth,,,,most people dont....theyll never do what it takes to get the body... to get the wealth.....to get the life......that consumes their daydreams and that... for most people is all it consists of....a motherfucking fantasy that gives them a hard on ...instead of actually grinding it out to get the real deal.... everyone of us wrestles with that inner shadow,,,,that weakness,,,,that fear.... and the difference...the game changer....between weakness and strength.... is this....the coward will always WRESTLE with the what ifs that lie with in the inner monster.... but the courageous one....the one thats sailed across the inner oceans of his own darkness.... that man lights the monster on fire.... and uses his burning flesh to navigate new territories...... love and respect gentlemen....your benchmark is on the other side of cutting off the monsters head.....
gentlemen whats going on....masculinity is to society like the cell phone is to the modern person ....you just cant properly function without it.... and the critics of the cell phone, and i am one or have been pretty damn critical of its misuse... will argue that the disproportionate amount of time spent on the scree in comparison to actually lifting your head up and interacting with reality..... is vastly skewed.... but whether its the phone, sex, alcohol, or anything for that matter that releases dopamine ......well shit were always going to be subject to its misuse and abuse.... thats why its key to have what the stoics would call temperance or moderation.... and im by no means suggesting you be moderate in your masculinity and to only dull it out when the barbarians are at the door..... or when that nosy ass neighbor brings over a casserole just to nose around your newly remodeled home...."HMMM LIKE YOUR CARPET.. "off with her fucking head.. because as i stated society cant properly function without masculine men... whether the weak want to admit it or not,,,,strength is a damn virtue and very lofty one at that without it...shit hits the fan....and quick.... what im trying to get to stick to the wall is the notion....that just like phones in and of themselves are not evil or out to oppress you....neither is masculinity... we'd be fools,,,,,,and the biggest to refuse to accept the fact the phones have handed the modern man a huge advantage... we are literally walking around with more knowledge than we know what to do... we have at our immediate access more knowledge than the smartest men of all time.... so its not the phone thats toxic,,,,its the MISUSE of the phone that leads to toxic behavior... and in this honeycomb is where we find the truth of masculinity.... the sweetness of mans initiative see the masculine man is part of the very social dynamic that contributes to the progression... and PROTECTION of society at large..... and by protection i dont mean soley lording over the women.... and kid folk as the enemy advances towards our kingdom... i mean the masculine man in all his afforded responsibilities....protects the code that upholds the community..... the beliefs....the traditions,,,,and the direction of those sacred truths.... imagine being a torch bearer of some remarkable antidote... called to carry its health to the ills of a sick society... and in more or less terms or however you can best write it on the tablets of culture's heart... or at least your heart....each individual man,,,,carries a piece of the masculine dynamic within him.... and for someone to spout off ignorance claiming toxic masculinity exists....they would have to be the type of person that blames the gun for killing the victim... instead of the person pulling the trigger.... but as we are all fully aware...those people exist.....BAN ALL GUNS THEY SHOUT....until china and russia pull up.... then they race towards those stocked up and sing their praises..... its the same vein of thought with masculinity....society or the weak minded....want to ban competition they want to remove the harshness of life....the unfairness if you will....a dam pipe dreammmmm lets pull down the ladders so that no one can rise above echos across their hearts.. ...and then we all stand down here in the mud feeling equal because "feelings are important .....all the while everybody is envious of the one man breaking the rules.. hes the guy the cliombing fuckign trees to get a better view of how he can get the hell out of the mud and feces... your made to climb the trees of life and let loose the masculinity resonating within you....to have a little ballsy attitude when its needed..... to test yourself and hell test some other people sometimes as well.... god knows we all need testing especially in our soft ass pajama wearing days... its good to be a man,,,to roughhouse around in the arena of masculinity to explore how far you can go, and who you can be if maybe you tested yourself...and your beliefs and to ground yourself in and even make theassertion.... that being a man is a damn good thing... hell its downright powerful and enthralling.... we don't hate the bear for taking the bees honey...he stomps around, knocks a few things out of his way... and gets what he wants....what he is made for..... they call the actions taken to get YOUR honey...toxic....because in reality they are to much of a coward to go get their own honey...so excuses and progressive terminology begin to replace their will to overcome instead... calling the strong... weak is a hell of alot easier and of less effort than having to put in the work.... the phone is not toxic but its owner can be....masculinity is not toxic but the man can be.... masculinity offers the characteristics needed to advance society,,,,both men and women as well as its counterpart femininity,,,,fminity....or whoever the hell you say that word.... masculinity is the WHEEL that the social dynamics of culture should spin on... and when they try to remove it and reinvent the wheel...we see chaos ensue.... love and respect gentlemen....masculinity is a dman good thing
gentlemen whats going on...this is the better man channel....where the target is to become owners of our own damn lives...TO RECLAIM INDEPENDENCE meaning were not slaves to ANYTHING but thIS insatiable desire to become more... to be completely self possessed....men that know who the hell they are and what the hell they want and the word possessed has such strong connotation... what image comes to mind when i say possessed...most likely you begin to think of some god awful demonic possessed person pulling out their own hair.... think brittany spears....or miley cyrus...hell even think of will smith...poor guy... to be possessed by something means to be completely under its control... IT OWNS YOUR LIFE.....ive been in that horrible fucking pit of hell called addiction.... it owned my life it kicked my ass....it broke me into fragments of what i could have been and left me splintered with hopelessness... and pity...a stupid ass combination... i was the slave and it was my ruling master.... addiction held that carrot out in front of me.....teasing me and turning me whichever way... hell every damn way except the right way.... and so were all possessed by something...theres always that little carrot held in front of us as were yoked to the cart of life pulling our master's wagon to the next unfilling destination... "here you go,, a little bit closer...ohh,,almost got it//// and i dont know about you , but being strapped to something that suffocates the very life and the will to live fully from my breath,,,,....is an anchor id like to unchain myself from.... LIFE is way too short to be spending time lost in another mans maze remember the idea is to be possessed by something larger than life itself... the innate nature of man has a propensity to gather his innermost strength and test some motherfucking boundaries... i want to live life as it was meant to be lived...with an undeniable thirst to create a better existence than the men before me... can we break free from the rat race of dead ends....and begin to allow ourselves to be possessed by courage, power, strength, and fortitude....whose ends have no limits.... imagine pursuing a limitless life....or can we even picture that.... has the DEAD END of the american dream taught us to draw the line at the house, wife, 1.5 kids...white picket fence and the german shepherd..... somehow we come to believe thats all there is....as if you fall off the ends of the earth if you go ANY farther can we even see, or comprehend what lies beyond what weve allowed ourselves to be possessed by.... maybe ,,,,and maybe not.... the 1st step is to acknowledge that hell,,,maybe i am a damn slave,,,, and thats hard for a man to admit... because we all live in this.... nice little fantasy land called our ego... and "by god im not a slave to shit.... yet we spend four hours on social media....get into a 30 minute back and forth squabble with some 13 year old... over what a beta male is.... we have all developed a mediocre itch that can only be scratched by mediocre standards.... we are or have been possessed by meaningless bullshit that consumes ....a large part of our days thus a large part of our lives.... slavery to anotehr mans ideas....slavery to lower standards....these thigns come to possess and direct our lives before we even recognize that it.... may be too late... but here we are....recognizing that just maybe we are possessed by the IDEA of what it means to be a man instead of actually being possessed by the very SPIRIT of man that invites him to go above and beyond anyone's actual definition of what it means to be man... hell if you can easily define greatness....maybe i dont want it... its time to be possessed by something without name,,,without end,,,,and damn sure without mediocre limitations... love and respect you will hear from me next time
Gentlemen , another great day to be alive...masculinity...what the hell is it what does it look like....is it important....or does it even exist.... and is it required to be a man... is it the mans man with two ton balls swinging...the guy that effortlessly sleeps with 1,000 and one women... that one extra added because hell,,,anyone can bang out 1,000 right... but... 1,000 and 0ne...well, hell thats the big leagues men.... so is masculinity the shirtless and ballsy guy swinging from tree vines with a notch count too high to number.... and i think the raw physicality that... invokes that image we all objectively turn to as the... archetype of masculinity...is pretttttyyyy much accurate... but i think theres some room to expand the meaning for the individual ...and is masculinity an exclusive virtue....in many ways YES... because i'm definitely not a guy that believes anyone can be a woman or a man just because theyre in an identity crisis... lets be clear....man is man...and woman is woman.... and with that being said....i believe there can be varying TONES of what masculinity looks like from man to man.... so right now would be a good time to define masculinity... or at least in the merriam webster sort of way...and then we maybe can build from that or come to a better understanding..... webster states masculinity is the quality or nature of the male sex...the state or degree of being manly or masculine... and ohhhh k....somewhat vague and left up to an individual's interpretation of what MASCULINE is supposed.... so lets see how webster defines the word masculine.... ....masculine.. is defined as having qualities appropriate.... or usually associated with a man... the example given,,,,having a deeper voice than the female... So basically, Webster says masculinity is the characteristics of a man in comparison to a woman... ....or masculinity being the attributes that separate male from female.... deeper voice...hairier body....though i know some gorillas that identify as women...sooo.... who knows but in simple terms...BY default....the very nature of man...voice, looks, strength...penis....etc.. is an overall general definition of what masculinity is... or represents... ...by being favored with the y chromosome you were BORN into masculinity.... but thats purely on a biological level...and on the biological note...all men are masculine even the weakest man is often many times stronger than the stoutest female... ...and as i previously noted....some chicks chicks are pretty hairy as well,,, if you dont believe me lift up a blue haired woman's arm and look underneath and it may not be a viking gods beard... but weve all seen a few thick mustaches on some karens... so i think we should pick up the CULTURAL stone of masculinity and throw that shit around for a min... because i believe if i asked 10 men what masculinity is....ALL ten men would say something similar such as....strength, power, courage...he doesn't take any shit....and masculinity is the type of man that other men aspire to be and that women want as baby daddys.. and i'm assuming i'm asking rational men, that actually IDENTIFY as men,,,and not some leftist asshole that screams at me because masculinity is toxic...and men are oppressive pigs... ...but the DUDE is clearly a fucking man himself.... cut your penis off then guy...or gal...or whatever.....MOVING on... culturally speaking....and in congruence with the survival of the fittest....we have come to recognize those strong men that are more apt to SURVIVE....as masculine badasses.... they survive not only the harsh elements of nature...but also the harsh elements of other men.... because from antiquity there have always been other tribes trying to steal your shit... food...women...land....and the cool as saber tooth skin hanging on your cave wall .......that everyone is jealous of its those men that could handle their OWN,,,that came to define masculinity... manliness is that very virtue....the very agency of what the y chromosome gender is CREATED to utilize.... and not only created but culturally and biologically expected to utilize you are strong, logical and hard...and theres this competitive nature that beckons you to conquer.... so as I stated....masculinity IS exclusive....it first requires you have a penis,,,and attributes that physically separate you from women....but.... Remember that i said theyre are different shades of this masculinity from man to man... maybe you assert your role as a family man,,,a leader of the familia unit... maybe you decide to conquer your finances... or maybe you are the man we are all secretly jealous of....you decide to conquer the opposite sex or maybe youre that warrior that braves the front lines but gentleman....weve complicated masculinity to the extreme...weve made CARICATURES of what it means to be a man
gentlemen what's going on...its time to throw all the bullshit out the window and time to make your own rules according to the game YOU decide to play. so i think we need to discuss the title of the thumbnail...FUCK THE RULES... i am by no means an... anarchist...or not in a definite sense... what i want us to achieve here....is to arrive at a point where we reject the paradigms of societal norms....or at the very least... we can begin to examine them to turn them over and see the whys, hows, whens, and whos of why we do the things we do.... and you could ask why is this important....how does breaking the rules of society make me a better man.... and heres my answer...if your playing a game and getting along pretty good according to the CURRENT rules....how do you feel if i suddenly change them. or how would you react if you found out some of the rules are simply there to distract you.... from getting better at the game.... you in essence are the unknowing rat chasing the rules,,,or the cheese... while i have the key to the bank where all the cheese piles up.... the rules of society keep us distracted with another... shot of bourbon and a 12 pack while we slobber over the next football game,... and argue with a friend over trans athletes..... and then we go home and masterbate ourselves to sleep either figuratively or literally now im not suggesting that all distractions are bad....i love OU football.....i seriously enjoy a good netflix series...and any man that doesn't enjoy some downtime..well hes a lunatic... BUUUT i cant help but believe that a majority of society couldn't put together an original thought...or think for themselves....if their life depended on it ....without the news...facebook,.,,,tik tok or some other white washed bullshit.... most people wouldn't have a word to utter... they're these empty tombs with nothing but death in them and they're painted on the outside with fresh new colors to prop them up as something with actual substance....white washed bullshit.... ...everyones running around in the metaphorical circle jerk craving that 3 sec release... while the intelligent people of life are out making their own damn rules.... they enjoy the UlLTIMATE release.....your big O face looks like a stroke victim and their orgasmic face looks like fucking LIFE!!! and i started thinking about this form of slavery by consent if you will as i started reading geroge orwells 1984.. if you're not familiar with the book,,,,its based on this totalitarian state ...,, everybodys under constant surveillance... and the thought police monitor any thought crimes... you cant love...you cant think...and history is actually rewritten daily... so that of course the elites always look good and right...and powerful...and proper and even though that is...SCARILY beginning to resemble america...thats not what nudged me in the direction of this video. it was the description of the proles....or an apolitical class of people... they have no.... interest in politics...or any reason to be compelled to form an intelligent thought for that matter they absolutely have no desire to think for themselves.... Instead they choose to follow the dramas of life....soap operas sports...realtiy tv if you include the present times... These proles need no coercion to be distracted....in fact they love being distracted and if by chance their distractions were taken away...well hell their would be riots and chaos.... imagine the uproar if facebook, tik tok, and netflix were suddenly banned..... i can hear it now....BY GOD WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH MY LIFE... i dont know KAREN maybe go outside and fucking live for once.... and agqain im not suggesting that all distractions were implemented for the very cause of distracting you from the behind the scenes going ons of the elites....,...or goverments or secret fucking pirates but i am saying for damn sure they are being used and manipulated by those that know how to play the game... because lets face it...if the majority ever came unglued from the tv and the porn....the illusions...and all the other bullshit...and then started forming some intelligent thoughts on top of that... well... fuck....the world would be a completely different place...... unfortunately that will probably never happen....but it can happen for you... you can become savvy to the going ons of the game.... and in doinng so,,,you begin to make your own rules...and life doesnt become a consent to slavery... it becomes an adventure of ///what the hell you can create by understanding the game.... so...by saying fuck the rules...im not implying you become some raving lunatic that robs banks im simply saying ,,,start playing the game...make your own rules and fuck anybody that sells you slavery love and respect...you will hear from me next episode...
Gentlemen lets think about that sinking feeling of weakness weve all experienced when life is wrenched from our control.... the death of a loved one...the loss of a job....the car wont start....last months bill is due...and,,,, oh yeah.... the car wont start because it needs a new engine....dammit cant seem to win for all the bullshit losses.... and it becomes hard....its overly difficult to FEEL like much of a man when the tenacity of life throws cheap shots... harder than mike tyson.... ....and I believe thats a fair comparison....who hasn't felt like they've been knocked off course due to an unforeseen blow....a hard punch to the gut... its those situations that steal your breath,,,,that smother your will to overcome... ....its those moments when giving up seems a HELL of a lot easier than confronting the difficulties.... and surely you know what im talking about....surely weve all encountered that devastating shot to our naive perception of how things SHOULD be....... in contrast to how they actually are and upon first encoutering the undue atrocitries of life...those good ol moments when life, god, big bang and the universe jump from behind the bushes... and shout....gotcha mother fucker.... its easy,,,,and almost expected to pull out the big ol fat victim card... and ive previously mastered the art of feeling sorry for myself....hell i was so good, i could have fit ....in with these nancy leftists crying oppression all the time.... heres my fucking card...victim mode...established upon my first breakup and WHY was i feeling sorry for myself....WHY WAS i choosing weakness over the opportunity to be strong.... and the answer lies in this....life is not fair and i should never expect it to be..... what had I been expecting..... lets seriously think about that...hell man that saying in one fashion or another has dropped on our ears all throughout our lives....lifes not fair but for some reason we come to believe that WE ARE the exception...as if we hold the get out of jail free card...that the easy path is ours and those other assholes in life...well they can take the difficult path but as for me...i carried the entitled mindset....well you should know im different.....im special and its that very egotistical ignorance that destroyed much of my adult life .......in truth i was a weak ass kid PRETENDING i knew something about being a man lets be perfectly honest....i knew shit....probably even less than shit....whatever that may be... subtract it by 50 and thats proportioante to what i actually knew bout life....fucking zilch... and so among all the kicks to the balls i encountered over my life....it was a breakup that gave me that eye opening perception of..... life isnt fair and i should never expect it to be.... becasue while snotting and snobbing, slobbery naieve emotions all over the damn dark room... i was apparently dying in..... i came to the realization....."that chick is out living her best life...and i loved her.... and as that train raced circles through my thoughts.... its not fair...its just not fair....hell this isnt fucking fair....i begin to register how unfair life literally is ....SHIT and horrible shit for all intents and purposes....happens every single day ....to both the good, the bad,,,the deserving and the undeserving a like..... i recognized i'm not special,,,i WASNT the exception in the sense that i was invincible to lifes harshness.... ...lifes not fair,,,,, and i remember feeling a huge sense of relief....i didn't have to be freaking perfect anymore...death could happen...my engine could blow up,,,,that skank could leave me even though im PERFECT.... and yeah well, i was still egotistical and full of myself...one step at a time... but i began to understand that life is difficult...its ever changing and fleeting....its not this linear and unilateral process ....theres billions of people with billions of decisions that impact even me... the guy decides to rob the bank and while I'm getting ice cream across the street his sporadic shooting at the police pursuing him....strikes me in the neck.....leaving me paralyzed..... my gf wakes up and decides...life is short and she wants something different... and she decides posting tik tok videos about feminism is the way to go.......good luckwith that.... but theres so much shit out of my hands,,,,my control....and to be SO FULL of myself to think i was or am the exception,,,,is the epitome of stupidity.... its the very definition of weakness if you ask me... and as ive circled around what it means to be a man....or to be a stoic...or to just be a more resilient person .....ive realized my ultimate duty is to remain strong amidst all situations.... to be attached to something or someone in a way that defines you as SOLEY... connected to them is a boobie trap....its gonna always set you up for failure because again.... life is not fair and life is constantly changing.... so write it on your forehead,,,,tattoo it on your hand....plaster that shit across you car hood.... but every day come to understand..... life isnt fair and you dont expect it to be.... and again this doesn't mean you become some cold hearted asshole....quite the contrary....you actually begin to respect and love life more....because you expect the unexpected....you learn to appreciate what you have now for the temporary way you CAN possess it as it currently is....knowing all things come and all thins go .....the weak man will fall apart when things change....because hes a slave to the "life is fair mindset ...the strong man knows that its his duty to remain strong during the course of trying times .....because it continues to prepare him for the realities of life.....the harsh unexpecting things people die...relationships end... engines blow up.....and the weak fall to pieces but the strong continue to live life not with a disapproving resentment....but with an appreciation for truth...wisdom...and the strength that enables them to endure the breakups,,,,the losses and the years when the imbeciles run the country hell news flash,,,,thats every year....probably and most likely buut i choose to remain strong and composed....ill date again and ill vote again....because im stronger than ignorance... love and respect you will hear from me next episode
gentleman the problem with halloween is that eventually you get tired of wearing the mask....the costume becomes a burden the fun,,,wears off and we simply wanna return to ourselves. but in order to get what theyre handing out ...to reap the rewards of the process .....we have to continually play dress up and dance around for the audience. and for me a handful of candy corn and shit load of mini snickers is not worth the price of another mask..... .....and we danced around like a monkey while the world shoots conditioning bullets at our feet for so long........that we actually fool ourselves into believing we love this song and dance.... but man its not freaking dance.....its high stepping for our lives....think about it were struggling just to stay afloat....all the while another mask in the guise of a lifesaving floatie is thrown RIGHT out of our reach.... DH lawrence said it best when he said "perhaps youre a slave to your own idea of yourself: end quote..... ive been a slave to the idea of WHO I AM SUPPOSED TO BE....and its a fucking boa constrictor around your throat, heart and very life..... you ever sprinted a long distance, had a panic attack, been suddenly overcome with some catastrophic ordeal........that shit is like the biggest elephant in the world sitting on your chest..... GET OFF OF ME YOU FAT WOKE FEMINIST..... but lets carve away at this premise of being a slave to an IDEA of yourself..... because ideas are good, and different hats for different occasions are necessary..... for example i dont wear the hat of best friend, when I'm gathered with co-workers in a work meeting atmosphere... and i dont wear the hat of dad when i am with a lady friend.... imagine the confusion....its time clean up and go to bed lady friend.....well maybe those hats can be worn simultanesoly....BUUT We accustomed ourselves to transition from hat to hat because it is the oil that lubricates the friction from interaction to interaction.... it makes life a little bit damn easier to navigate the more capable we are in adjusting to each situation as needed the more proficient we are in playing the game of life......BUUUTTT we have to remember...these different hats should all come from the same hat rack.... the rack representing your code...your honor...your set of rules you play by... too many men today don't even own their own hat...... theyre renting whatever popular hat is being passed around like some promised contagious and fun std..... at an epstein party... yep the hat seems to fit perfectly until you get home and realize you have a head full of lice .........in which for the proverbial nineteen dollars and 99 cents.....they'll sell you the lice treatment as well as a new hat..... sound familiar......i want us to think about this.....our so called ambitions, dreams, purpose...... where did they come from....are they yours.....are they someone else's.....what's the end game of your ambitions do they fully satisfy you and you alone....or does it require a tremendous effort just to stay afloat so that at the end of the day....at the END of your life...you enjoy a few handfuls of candy corn... and who in the hell invented candy corn anyway..... our mission here is to avoid the candy corn of life... so whats the difference between the masks of the materialistic world and the hats of functioning utility .........for one the masks are not an ACCESSORY to moving through life....the mask is a substitute for who you can be....or could have been......the mask covers your true identity.... they say...."here try this on for size and see how it feels.....thats how they get you....act this way and you will be rewarded.... buy this car....this dream.......pursue this life with this mask and all will end in rainbows and ice cream...... ....not for you of course but for somebody higher up the ladder TAILORING the next mask for THEIR well being... they keep shooting bullets at your feet leaving you scrambling for THEIR next cause..... The hats of life on the other hand are of your own making....you choose which hat to wear....fully recognizing the accessory is to your benefit in orienting your way through the game of life...... key word....YOUR LIFE.....not the cheap life of another manufactured idea of who we are supposed to be and howwere supposed to act.....but a life lived by our own damn rules and that's freedom, sovereignty,,,and actually living life...... struggling and hating who i am SUPPOSED to be has crippled the very nature of what i could be that idea within every man to climb the highest tree....to go a little farther into the darkness searching for new light.......that idea that says be a man well that idea doesnt fit into the agenda of the societal standard.....so they spoon feed you a new ideology a new mask....and tell you how fucking beautiful you are in your new prision cell......
gentleman weve blindfolded ourselves more times than that pleasure seeking chick in 50 shades of gray and i dont know about you....but being unable to see is not my kind of kink and you're wondering where the hell is he going with this so i think its important i tell you a story of when i was kid. i was 6 years old and staying the weekend with my older cousins mystery and ryan they were around 13 and 14 years old....and as teenagers will... especially when entertaining a young daring 6 year old. they thought lets spice things up....so the popcorn popped....pillows and blankets were set on the floor...the lights were dimmed...and nightmare on elm street began to play.... yeah freddy fucking kreugar for a 6 year old.... i really dont have much recollection of the movie...the plot,,,,the characters...was it good bad... who the hell knows....BUUUUTTT i do remember the brown glove with metal blades that Freddy wore....and on top of that he corroused around in people's dreams... Freddy was the monster that invaded your sleeping moments those susceptible moments when one is not consciously awake. ask yourself how many monsters are kicking your ass because your sleeping you way through life and if the data in the ol memory bank serves me correctly...DURING the movie i believe i fared pretty well... i mean i put on a ballsy and brave showing for the older cousins but AFTER, and its always the after effects that chop us down to size right,, i was back at home, in my own dark and shadowy room, with no older cousins, no light no more balls, and definitely stripped of any bravery and as the rose bush outside my window scratched across the glass.... JUST like the sound of freddys blades i couldn't help but multiply the size of the shadows climbing my walls we usually make mountains out of molehills when we act on pure emotion so as any dependent person does when they are backed against the wall.... I cried for help.... in came the parents, unaware that i had watched freddy earlier, so they assumed ' it was the usual nightmare of a kid....they said their parenty reassurance and left the door open.... and we all thought hell yeah...problem solved... see we really never shed light on our monsters...we leave the door open thinking in our self delusion that were giving ourselves an escape route not knowing we're actually giving entrance to more monsters... because the door being open didn't cure my cowardice...it only compounded it. instead of freddy POSSIBLY being outside my window...he was now DEFINITELY inside the house and creeping down the hallway about to slash his way through my doorway.... i screamed bloody murder for about a week....hell maybe longer....but time has a way of painting ourselves in better ligting and for that im thankful. and to get to my damn point....i put on a blindfold of ignorance instead of getting up, turning on the light and looking under the bed, in the closet, and down the hallway, out the window I instead chose the easy alternative,i allowed the monster inside of my imagination to grow and enlarge its shadowy deception over my own tangible bravery.... or the possibility of that bravery. i could have acted on those fears,...the worries and illusions with a spirit of courage and in doing so, i would have overcame many a mans worst nightmare.... that terror and fear of the unknown. and MAN wee tend to shy away from those shadows just outside the perimeters of our lights shine... why...well becasue we dont know what the fucks out there. it could be freddy krueger, 50 shades of grey, whoopi goldberg...covid, putin..shit who knows and so within us all there are these anxiety inducing monsters that spill into our waking moments...and they keep us with our sheets pulled over our head but in every horror movie i've watched...those that sit back blindfolded from reality just hiding in the closet HOPING the monster will simply leave we all have our monsters....and we've all bought into the fallacy of the young kid but those problems left unattended do not merely disappear we've swept that shit under the rug for soo long that now we can't decipher between, right, wrong, fear and courage we've lost our backbone and we've lost our balls...we've lost the very nature of what it means to be man like any fake shit in this world...bullies, liars, all the things that like darkness better than the light...when we start calling them out...their perceived power disappears and our actual power extends itself to our benefit we want our freedom back...and a return to excellence requires running out the illusions that have erroneously taken seat on OUR throne...its time we run them bastards out and slam the damn door this is where courage takes back what is his....the coward has been painting his canvas with shadowy lies WASTING.... what could have been some amazing creations for the man
