Archive for January, 2018

“I got the haircut they told me I should get; I can’t remember what they said to forget…”

Posted in Uncategorized on January 29, 2018 by A♠

 

 

 

 

 

One skill that I’ve yet to see discussed, let alone advocated to improve, for men is the art of submission.

 

I suppose that’s because so many men – hundreds of millions, in fact – are simply bludgeoned into it from birth onward.

 

Through schools.

 

Through media.

 

Through society.

 

Through many religions.

 

That reality is, no doubt, exactly why it’s either meekly accepted once forcefully foisted on men or vociferously resisted in a knee-jerk fashion.

 

The tragedy of it all is that submission, or “bending the knee”, is an extremely necessary skill to both acquire and master.

 

 

 

As I’ve stated previously, most men reading this are not “Alpha” and never will be.

 

This only makes the art more important to study and subsequently practice well.

 

Not only that, but even “Alphas” are wise to work on that facet of themselves, too.

 

 

 

Like it or not, man is a social animal.

 

“No man is an island”, as one put it so sagaciously.

 

Thus, learning one’s place in the hierarchy is imperative.

 

Even if one is at the top of such.

 

Since that position – if it is to maintained and respected – must be recognized as one of service, also. 

 

Even one so resoundingly quasi-deified as President Trump realizes he must bend the knee to his constituents and certain officials.

 

[As a side note, it’s an open secret that – in person – he’s an extremely kind and generous man.]

 

 

 

It’s true, nice guys do finish last.

 

But ► they also finish first ◄.

 

The top and bottom of any craft, trade, et al is often fraught with “nice guys”.

 

What differentiates them is the discretion with which they submit – when, where and to whom.

 

And most importantly:

 

How they submit.

 

 

 

What gets lost almost entirely when even broaching the subject is:

 

The free man that bends the knee chooses how, when and where he acts in accordance to his orders.

 

Even if threatened, he still has the choice to suffer the consequences.

 

Granted, the punishment may be horrendous, but it’s still his option.

 

[I’m no stranger to that particular fate, Truth be told.]

 

Imagine if just 10% of men refused to pay taxes.

 

Or simultaneously called out from work [Blue Flu, for police].

 

Or simply stopped obeying traffic laws.

 

Chaos; utter chaos.

 

That is real power.

 

No “Alpha” has that kind of power.

 

Unless, of course, he convinces the right men (and enough of them) to bend the knee.

 

 

 

So, as I’ve said before:

 

► Never follow; choose to be led ◄.

 

Bend the knee to men that warrant your loyalty and service.

 

Be sure they earn such.

 

Watch carefully what they do with the fruits of your labors.

 

Pay close attention to how they treat you as one of the community.

 

Take note – and keep track – of how they reward or punish you and when they do either.

 

Most of all, recall you can stand any time you wish.

 

 

 

 

 

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“I know a word can be untrue and yet still move you…”

Posted in Uncategorized on January 23, 2018 by A♠

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m not a big video game player.

 

But, I confess, I indulge on occasion.

 

It was at two of these infrequent instances that the women with me voiced the exact same concern, without knowing of one another’s opinion:

 

“I don’t like [Fable II] because there’s no way to make my [female] avatar attractive.”

 

 

 

Needless to say, my initial – very male – knee-jerk-yet-unvoiced reaction was:

 

Who cares? 

 

Your character has powerful weapons, lethal spells and devastating maneuvers.

 

 Fortunately for your humble host, I was wise enough to think before I spoke.

 

It was that sagacious silence that led me to a minor epiphany, of sorts.

 

 

 

They cared so deeply because, to females:

 

Appearance is power.

 

The idea is so rooted, so foundational, so instinctual, that – even in a game – it is paramount

 

Regardless of media, social trends or even upbringing, the fact is accepted (if not consciously acknowledged).

 

 

 

Needless to say, as a man, I could not grasp the concept initially.

 

Because it’s simply not my reality.

 

As I’m fond of saying to women with whom I associate:

 

As long as you can see the “Alpha” around my fat, I’m in.

 

Fat just makes it harder to see.

 

 

 

Yet, for women, form is substance.

 

Their appearance has a tremendous impact on a fate between rags and riches.

 

Fame and ignominy.

 

And, worst of all, right and wrong.

 

(How many girls think themselves smarter than they are since they’re physically attractive?

 

Many, sadly, which comes to bite them in the ass later in life but that’s a tale for another day.) 

 

 

 

As I’ve said before, I say again:

 

All the best art and literature centers around two things:

 

Sex and violence.

 

Because they are the paths to power for women and men, respectively.

 

 

 

 

 

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“But find the ones that bring you life and you’ll find me…”

Posted in Uncategorized on January 16, 2018 by A♠

 

 

 

 

 

Although infrequent, I do receive mail asking my advice.

 

I drag my feet in replying.

 

Every single time.

 

Admittedly, I am a busy man but my procrastination is intentional.

 

 

 

See, in my time in this world I’ve learned:

 

No one will know your problems – and, most importantly, their solutions – better than you.

 

There is no one, True path because there is no one, True destination.

 

So, like any good psychologist or bartender, I let the man before me tell his tale.

 

Then figure out his own remedy as he speaks.

 

 

 

Now, I do offer some help.

 

A look under the hood at the ► engine of the world ◄, most often.

 

Or help ► gazing inward ◄, on occasion.

 

So, this week, I’ll assign some homework to keep the ball rolling.

 

1} Work on your personal boundaries and honest communication; practice saying what you mean. I’m 45, at the moment, and it’s still something that warrants sincere effort. 

 

2} Hunt around, in real life – if possible – or online if necessary (due to a handicap of some sort) for a new song, painting or poem you like. 

 

3} Buy new socks, underwear and (if you can afford them) new daily-wear shoes/boots. You’ll be shocked by the impact that has. Scout’s honor.

 

Then please share the results in the comments.

 

 

 

In closing, understand that whatever I ask of you is, in the end, for you.

 

There will be a day when my voice is silenced.

 

Never to return.

 

And if you think this blog, my books or my podcast appearances are about anything but love [fraternal/paternal/avuncular]—

 

Then you’ve missed my point entirely.

 

Brilliant. The kind only born out of the Pankration. The marrow, the blood, the viscera, both sweet and putrid. That is life, true life. The kind that willingly kills, born out of love for life. Most do not understand. We strive to. And 80 Proof is that window. Contempt for death. Love of life.

 

 

 

 

 

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“Burnt the flowers in my hand, I was almost there…”

Posted in Uncategorized on January 10, 2018 by A♠

 

 

 

 

 

I couldn’t tell you what day it was. 

 

I was drunk.

 

Every one of them.

 

I’d stumble out of bed.

 

Turn on my laptop.

 

Light a cigarette.

 

Fix a Jack & Coke.

 

And start writing.

 

I kept this up for years.

 

[I’d saved so much money from my quashed government career, I could afford to do so.]

 

 

 

Again, I couldn’t tell you what day it was.

 

But when I leaned on the wall, sliding myself along it to get to the bathroom and shat blood—

 

I knew I should reconsider my actions.

 

 

 

A couple years prior to that, my ex had cheated on me and dumped me (via text).

 

On Christmas Eve.

 

Yet, for the next few months, she’d text and send pictures.

 

Saying she missed me.

 

But she couldn’t get back together.

 

 

 

One morning, she called.

 

I still had her in my phone.

 

So I knew it was her.

 

It was then I realized:

 

If I answer, she’ll keep the torment going.

 

Like reaching for candy in bag filled with broken glass.

 

I knew, then, I should reconsider my actions.

 

 

 

So here’s my question:

 

What’s the difference between those two situations?

 

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Don’t worry.

 

It’s a trick question.

 

 

 

There isn’t a difference.

 

But it’s shocking how many believe there is.

 

Some are reading this, thinking:

 

“I wasn’t fooled!”

 

Really?

 

So you’ve never said:

 

“One more hit/toke/needle/drink/kiss/fuck is worth the suffering.”

 

Only to find out, way too late—

 

It wasn’t?

 

Well, brother, you learned faster than I did:

 

If it’s killing you, stop inviting it into your life.

 

Or you’ll soon have no life into which it may enter.

 

 

 

 

 

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“Am I the righteous or the damned?”

Posted in Uncategorized on January 7, 2018 by A♠

 

 

 

 

 

It’s been a long time since I’ve posted here.

 

To be perfectly frank (while still maintaining my signature brevity):

 

I wasn’t sure I was necessary in these parts any longer.

 

 

Our section of the web (Manosphere) has changed drastically.

 

In many ways, these days, it’s hardly recognizable.

 

So many have disappeared – faded or forced out.

 

Attitudes of our audiences have shifted. 

 

Some so much so they’re 180º from where they began.

 

[As a point of pride, some are now in line with what I’ve been saying for years and, in fact, took flack for touting.]

 

Thus, I considered it the arrival of my expiration date.

 

 

 

Now, ► I made a promise ◄, so I did not move to delete the blog and had every intention of replying to comments on older posts.

 

But new thoughts, hypotheses and observations would be kept to myself or, more rarely, shared with only close, “real life” friends.

 

My mind has changed again, however, as I recently pondered my choice.

 

 

 

What little “old guard” remains hasn’t changed their tune.

 

Yet, their readership is aging. 

 

Certainly there’s always new blood but a somewhat surprising development had manifested.

 

Much of the old blood suddenly realized they had evolved.

 

While noticing those they read really hadn’t.

 

Which brings me to tonight’s point.

 

 

For all my flaws (and they are myriad), labels such as “one note”, “repetitious” and “same old, same old” cannot justly be ascribed to me.

 

I discuss many topics and address many concerns.

 

All with a perspective… somewhat left of Heaven.

 

 

Thus, here’s my promise:

 

One post a week for 2018.

 

52, of which this is the first.

 

Like a deck of cards, some will be worth more than others.

 

Don’t blame the dealer for that (it’s the nature of the game, after all).

 

Since, in the end—

 

It’s up to you to build a winning hand with them.

 

 

 

 

 

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