Yes, it's still beautiful out there. Which opinion might be surprising, considering my overall dim view of humanity and society as a whole.
There are some interesting parts of America, both nature and cities. Mostly nature, IMO.
So I've been through part of America on my little adventure-tour thing. I've come back with nine metric fucktons of photographs - of course, most of them are very similar to each other. So I can share a little, ones that I will segregate and that'll never show up anywhere else.
Settle, enjoy, and go out to see your own. After all, you live a shitload closer than I do, aye! You should be able to right-click and open image, to get a bigger version.
Carlsbad Caverns, Sunrise
Carlsbad Caverns, Dawn
Watering Hole
Waterfall
Meteor Crater
Grand Canyon
Grand Canyon
Desert Watchtower, Grand Canyon
Yes, I've been to other places too. Museums. These are just a small sample of what I saw.
There are people out there who build, too. Not the wannabe dudebro's. The older, more established people and their wives. Good, salt of the earth types. (They give me hope that not everything is hell.)
And I hope that a certain ex-military person does write that book, as we talked about. The stories he told had me in stitches. Fuck me, my ribs ached for a couple of days after that.
Cheers and go explore. There are at least some people who actually know how to build and conserve what is beautiful and good - even if the rest of Western society (and the Third World) has almost zero to zero clue.
As an extreme introvert, something that a man over /r/MGTOW states resonates very much with me:
The Present Narrative: Chase chase chase, compete compete compete. Put down that game and stop watching porn, learn PUA, learn how to become a master at reading women, wife up that former party chick. Oh what's that, not having success? Suck it up and quit being a beta male, the world owes you nothing. Try again. So what if you had a tiring work week? Go out and chase that chick otherwise you're a faggot. And put a ring on it. Buy an expensive car and a nice house along with other frivolous bullshit to signal that you have status, it's important. Huh, she's divorcing you? Your fault, she wants an alpha male and you're still too much like a boy. Quit complaining that you're losing half your shit and need to pay alimony, it's all part of the game. You do like the game, don't you? Because if you don't, well you're just a sore loser.
No peace? No interest. Fuck all of it.
This one strikes the gold dead-center.
I've heard things from married men, also - quite a few of them. Their wives don't seem to like it when they sit around doing nothing. Sucks when you're sick and physically incapable of doing anything.
I could throw out talk about slavemasters wanting their slaves to work until they drop, and why women hate mens hobbies unless they make teh wimminz lives better, and why men who go through debilitating sickness (ie cancer) suddenly find themselves divorced, etc.
It's all been said before. There's no need to repeat.
Remember that the whole PUA-sphere is also interested in whacking out your personal time and space (so that they can sell you their latest snake-oil for $$$, never forget that).
Business also. A lot of what I deal with is dumb bullshit that basically takes up 80% of my mental energy and workspace and time. Cut out the horseshit, work for 4 hours a day, and my productivity would be massively higher. I'd also have more mental time to relax and chill out, enjoy things that are good for me and my health, do stuff around my home, and similar.
Of course, if I'm tired I don't get the chance to think things through clearly and tell the boss that he's a fucking idiot. I mean, just imagine saying this to the boss: "Let me get this straight. I do Oracle DBA work, SQL Server DBA work, I've done Cisco networking, server work, programming, all of which you pay me six figures for - and you want me to adjust some fucking PA's Outlook because you're too cheap to hire a $30k a year entry-level computer person. You're pulling my fucking leg, right?"
Retards.
Part of whacking out your personal time and space is so that you don't have the mental energy and space to think clearly. Which is why women do the same to their boyfriends and hubbies in the off-hours.
'Cause if you were thinking clearly: once she stopped putting it out (aka enslaving you to her vagina) and pulled the pin on the fat-grenade, then you'd look at her and either smack her up a bit for the bullshit or walk the fuck out.
Not the usual post, and not for what could be called the "usual reasons" (aka expecting civilization to crash'n'burn). I'm not saying to have a SHTF bunker hidden in the hills, with solar panels and ten different firearms and enough ammunition to kill an army.
I live in New Zealand. Because of that it's always good to have emergency stuff handy. Whether for potential tsunami, eruptions dropping ash, heavy storms wrecking powerlines (or flooding places like Edgecumbe and causing slips through Coromandel and eastern/central New Zealand), and earthquakes (Christchurch multiple times, Wellington, and Kaikoura - all recently).
With all this, basically it's a good idea to have something to throw in the boot of the car and GTFO when you need to. It's also good to test it, taking a week-long camping-style trip (which also uses up old stuff which you can then replace).
Food: tinned beans, spaghetti, stew, fruit, tinned fish and meat, tinned desserts. Nuts and raisins. Heat'n'eat stuff like what comes from the Kaweka Food Co - meals for one, you just need boiling water. Milk powder and tea, oxo cubes, cup-of-soup. A couple of 10-liter containers of water. Enough of all that for a week (for one person) costs less than a hundred dollars.
Cooking gear: butane camp stove and a couple of gas cannisters, camp cooking gear (if you like tramping and hiking - otherwise just an ordinary pot), plastic knife/fork/spoon/chopsticks. Plate/bowl/cup are optional, generally just eat and drink out of the pot.
Other gear: torch, lantern, batteries, medikit, basic medicines (asprin), wet wipes, paper towels, toilet paper, some form of digging tool, a medium bottle of hand sanitizer, water purification tablets, waterproof matches, a couple of decent knives, sharpening steel. I also include a lifestraw.
Optional stuff: fishhooks and line if you want to do the "living off the land" thing. Take some basic nylon line in the boot, a proper rope can be handy. A sharp hatchet if you want to make campfires (and learn how to use a Dakota Fire Hole and feather sticks, firesteel, etc). A proper axe or chainsaw is a good idea if you're likely to run across downed trees where you're going.
The food will all fit into a single plastic bin. The rest of the gear will fit into another. (Okay, maybe not the axe/chainsaw.) One person can pick a container up and put them into the boot, 1 minute tops.
Other bits'n'pieces to throw in: a few plastic supermarket bags, 4 sets of undies and t-shirts and singlets, a warm jacket, a good down blanket or a sleeping bag. Don't waste time with a tent, you can sleep in the car with the windows cracked open - I've done it many times (make sure you have a rain guard). A couple of books. Time to get together from scratch, 5 minutes tops.
Pets: depends what you have. Take food and extra water. If there's a bona-fide tsunami coming, you're in the washout zone, and your damn cat won't play ball...
Optional stuff, for whatever reasons: 12v compressor and an air-mattress, 12v appliances (you can idle your car for an hour without chewing up much gasoline), a jetboil (for 2 minutes to get boiling water - I'm seriously thinking of one), whatever the hell else catches your fancy. It's a good idea to keep 10-20 liters of gasoline in the basement in case you need to top up before you go, take the remainder with you (make sure the container is a good one).
For those who are thinking of an RV or camping trailer to live (or retire) in, consider an ordinary car and converting a cargo trailer:
Have a bit of fun, plus some weekend trips for practice and to see something new (for a week-long roadtrip, think about overnighting at a campground every 3-4 days just for the chance to wash clothing and shower).
Ironically, a novel about overpopulation by Harry Harrison - one of his bleaker books. Later used as inspiration for the movie Soylent Green, though cannibalism was never in the original book.
We have no room in our lives to grow.
Likewise, we have no physical room to grow any more. Which I think causes a large amount of problems in society.
Two hundred years ago, the social misfits and outcasts and rebels could go to the New World. An entire continent open to expansion, exploration, adventure. Room for growth.
Hell, the British Empire was growing. India, Thailand, Jamaica, China, Africa, wherever. There was room for growth.
They deported undesirables to Australia, the south seas prison colony. They settled Australia and New Zealand. Room for growth, outside of the mouldy old isles of the Empire.
No longer.
Society is boxed in, strangled by rules and regulations, hampered by the fear of doing anything that is not socially approved of. Political Correctness, the group-fears of the Herd, restricting the natural growth of humanity. The greed and abuse of many of the have-mores, who have the freedom to do nearly anything that they wish.
He who has the gold, makes the rules.
No way away from the stultifying cramped-ness that is life today. Yes, you can go visit open spaces and freedom - about the best that is possible for us these days. Only the truly rich can actually buy some of that freedom.
Instead, you rent it for your holidays. Which is fuckin' laughable these days. Most people seem to "rent" a fuckin' luxury trip to a beach, at an exorbitant cost, with full service. Or head over to South-East Asia in a hunt for some strange dick or pussy. To enjoy bragging about their "exotic" sexual encounter - err - I mean, destination.
The silliness of people can be breathtaking. There are excellent beaches in New Zealand in summertime, yet instead people go to destinations such as Rarotonga. Spend eleven-plus months of the year slaving your guts out, so that you can go waste as much of your saved money as possible experiencing the "luxury" of the nouveau-rich for two weeks.
Rinse and repeat for years - decades - on end.
Still you have not grown. There is no room in your life for it.
Okay, since I have stopped being so damn negative about A Voice For Men, I have decided to go over there and have a look-see at what's going on. Here is a beautiful way to eat well, enjoy yourself, and make Feminists cry all-in-one:
I then have a fortnight’s worth of protein for the price of buying some crazy feminist harpy two sour apple martinis.
The man writes so much truth there, as well as in the rest of his article.
Similarly, for the price of a bottle of Grand Marnier, I can't really take a feminasty out on a decent date. Besides, I get far more enjoyment from sipping just a little bit at the end of a hard day's work, rather than sitting across from someone who hates men and is looking for any excuse to say "you just want to fuck me!" after I've fed her a good meal.
Well, no duh, you crazy cunt. I mean, five minutes ago, sure. Except that you just turned my boner off. So no, I don't want to fuck you. I'd sooner stick it in a knothole than your nasty, rancid, infected, infested hole.
Dates for these feminists: none
Money wasted on feminists: none
Fucks given about feminists: none
The modern crazies are so completely clueless. It's almost breathtaking how stupid they are. Morons, the lot of them.
So what can we do? Just like buck-buck-chicken up there: do everything cheaply and enjoy ourselves. Cook some good food. Work out so you're healthy. Go out and enjoy the world, do some swimming or fishing or hiking or whatever (being in good shape helps here). Have a sip of your favorite drink at the end of the day.
And ignore the women. They don't deserve to share our relaxed, happy, awesome lifestyle. Certainly, the feminist-indoctrinated types don't bring any joy with them - for themselves or us. The others, well, they just want to enjoy the lifestyle without helping in the hard yakker of building it. That's the purest definition of a parasite that you can think of.
Unlike buck-buck-chicken, I can't be bothered making these morons cry. I'd rather read a good book out on the deck while I sip my Grand Marnier and listen to music and the chicken cooks for an hour. The morons can rant and weep off somewhere in the far distance where their whining and wailing won't disturb and drag down my good mood.
This is what society has been boiled and rendered down to: we have become a fuck'n'chuck generation. Part of the reason is that we now view sex as recreation rather than procreation. Because of this the process of thought now goes as follows for a man:
find a woman
fuck her
chuck her (no reason required plus she's easily replaceable)
The reasons why our society has devolved to this situation include the following:
we have an incredibly rich civilization with tremendous surpluses
we have devalued fatherhood/motherhood tremendously
we have devalued manhood down to nothing
we have near-foolproof birth-control
we have taught women that it's okay (in fact, to be lauded) for being a raging piece of shit
modern women delight in manipulation and game-playing
modern women lack true soul and spirit (instead retaining an ersatz mannishness)
modern womens' only value (even in their own minds) is their (generally well-used) vagina
Despite all the protestations, brainwashing, whinging, whining, bitching, and general cuntisms of Feminism - women are really only good for one thing these days:
giving birth
The reasons (from the mans' perspective) are:
a man can always use his hand for sex
a woman is far too expensive to be around a lot
a woman is far too much trouble to be around a lot
The fact that most women see the possession of a vagina as being a de-facto justification/pass for acting like an untrained animal - pissing and shitting on anything they feel like, rutting with anything they feel like - is a strong indictment of the people who raised them. So who raised them to be raging pieces of shit?
their (absent) father
their (useless) mother
their (worthless) grandparents
The father's absence is easily explainable:
marriage "laws" which force him to check out emotionally and mentally, and often (50+%) physically remove him from his children
the father is emotionally and mentally incapable of being a good parent (whether he tries or not) due to a shit-awful upbringing
Likewise the mother's uselessness is easily explainable:
lifetime training which emphasizes being a selfish piece of shit
marriage "laws" which give her so much power in the marriage that she becomes a lazy piece of shit
the mother is emotionally and mentally incapable of being a good parent (whether she tries or not) due to a shit-awful upbringing
Finally, the grandparents worthlessness is also easily explainable:
being useless pieces of selfish shit who raised both the father and mother above (the general uselessness and sins of the grandparents being passed down to their grandchildren - with more generations to go)
So, how does a sensible young man of these days deal with the above situation? He avoids it. He does his own thing and follows the fuck'n'chuck process. (Apps like Tinder facilitate this process for both sexes.) It leaves him generally less-drained than anything that has him in long-term contact with a woman would do, plus it leaves him a lot of time for his own pursuits and enjoyments.
Best of all, he's not subject to the arbitrary and random whimsies of some subnormal idiot child who can actually wreck his entire life in a fit of spite with three lying words: "He raped me!"
As I travel through Thailand and Laos, I am slowly shedding a skin.
The skin is called "I can't" and it has been wrapped around everybody from birth. So tightly that 99% of people do not realise that it is there.
Here are some common symptoms:
I can't talk to that girl.
I can't ask her out.
I can't fly to another country.
I can't have fun when I don't speak the language well.
I can't...I can't...I can't...
Yes, the temperature here the last two days has been brutal. And yes, it's difficult for me to function when the heat-index is around 49C degrees.
That said, I've done a bit of dancing with some women - both local dance and simple Ceroc steps. I've talked with some women, no matter that the degree of communication varies. I've had a few language lessons from some women too.
I've been approached by ladyboys (hahaha!) and had both grown women and young teenage girls say that they love me (the latter made me smile). While dancing with a group of women, one of them pointed out another and said in broken English: "Is she beautiful?" I said: "Yes, she is beautiful." Then made a shhhhh sound with my finger in front of my lips - the entire group of us broke into giggles like a bunch of little children.
The Thai people where I was like talking with others, especially the women. (Matchmaking!) It helped that I had a huge introduction, a friend is an English language teacher. Him and his wife and family and friends showed me around in style - which is to say, I did things like visit ruins and temples and ate fried crickets and boiled silkworms and attended two weddings: one Thai and one Mormon (how a Thai became a Mormon is an epic story in itself) and ate local food and danced.
Even when interacting with shop attendants, saying hello and thank you in Thai makes them smile. When they say "26 baht" and you say "gee-sip whoa baht, karap" their eyes light up. You've at least made minimal effort. Even broken Thai can make them giggle, which is hella fun by itself. Asking someone their name ("Khoun chiu arai karap") or nickname ("Khoun chiu-len arai karap") will make them break out in a wide smile. "Aroi mai ka" - "Aroi karap" or "Aroi maat karap" - "is it delicious?" "Yes delicious", or "very delicious".
Note that saying "Jim" in a rising tone is a filthy word. Just saying, so be careful, eh?
Slowly, with a bit of effort, a skin is being shed. A skin that I knew I had, consciously, since I swallowed the Red Pill. One that I found difficult to remove.
