Wednesday 31 October 2018

In Your Face

A few weeks ago I noticed some younger bloke driving a car with a number plate that essentially stated: No fucks given.

While I applaud the sentiment, something about it has nagged me. Quite a bit. My brain being slow at times, it has taken a while to figure out what was bugging me.

Actually, he does give a fuck. It's straight there in the "in your face" attitude that he's displaying to the world. Which is all cool and all, that's his thing. At least he's up front about it.

It occurs to me though: a true "no fucks given" attitude doesn't feel the need to slam it out in the world's face. A true no fucks given attitude just goes off and does what it wants. It doesn't require telling others about it (essentially, angrily giving the world the finger).

It just buggers off and does what it wants. If you don't like it, so what? You're not relevant. Certainly not to me. Stop poking your nose into my business, my life, my thoughts. Just leave me be and we'll get along swimmingly.

Which is I believe what the disappearing types of MGTOW do. They're doing their own thing. They don't have the urge to tell others what they're up to. They don't care about those others - the others are simply not relevant to them.

Which is an interesting thought when it comes to much of the Manosphere community and MGTOW. I've noticed it over the last three-four years. Some people become...

...less communicative...

...and eventually disappear.

They're slowly growing to the true point of no fucks given. While they might have philosophical thoughts about the subject, there is no urge to pass those thoughts on. It's just internalised and acted upon in the way they see fit.

I've noticed it with Hawaiian Libertarian. He's off doing his own thing, there's almost no interest in letting others know. (I applaud that by the by. I hope that he's doing well.)

I see Aaron Clary, Captain Capitalism, still putting up examples and the like of social stupidity. There is still much anger and frustration in him, in many of us. Somehow, I think that if he starts changing to a true viewpoint of no fucks given, he will slowly and quietly disappear from the scene. Good luck to you, Aaron.

I've noticed it a bit myself since my holiday in America. Something about the silence and being away by myself for a month has seeped into me. Maybe lodged itself into my soul, for want of a better metaphor.

A slow point of reassessment? I am unsure.

The stupidities of the world, society, and people are still there. I still look at them and marvel at times.

In the end though ... No real fucks are given. It's too big, it's too stupid, it's too sheeplike, it's too self-destructive. I refuse to stand in the front of the stampede, screaming warnings, only to be crushed into a bloody pulp.

Ghosting? No. I like many things about the world. There are many places to visit, many people who are actually worthwhile to meet (damn it, I missed out talking with Big Country in person - there is a Man with a fuck-ton of life and experiences!), many things that I find interesting.

Just not the damn social lemmings charging headlong over the cliff. Dull, uninteresting, bland. The sooner they are over that cliff and gone, the better.

I don't really have much of a point to this post. I suppose that it's a kind of explanation and apology of why I've not been around much.

I do strongly suggest, though: get yourself some camping gear and go bush for a while, even if it's just driving around the tourist traps and staying in hotels and camping grounds. Try to keep interacting with people to a minimum.

Talking and yap-yap with the useless types can be your enemy these days. Seek the more interesting people who have actually lived and have stories to tell. Especially the older people. Even if you have nothing to tell in exchange, they are giving you the gift of experience to listen and learn from.

Something about doing that changes your mindset. You start to realize what actually is relevant, what is needed, what is useful, and what is pure garbage.

Then you can work on purging the garbage.

I am still around and do check back fairly often. Just not huge on the talking at the moment. Maybe the urge will come back, not sure.

Be well, Brothers.

Tuesday 16 October 2018

Class, Dignity, Respect

Class, dignity, and respect.

Three things that this laughable excuse of a Western society loves to shit on. Especially that of Men, of course.

Why is this?

Let's start a trip down this little rabbit-hole and see where it leads us.

Looking at teh wimminz in general with a skeptical eye, a good number enjoy mucking men around. It helps them weed the Men from the boys, soyboys, pathetics, pussy-panderers, etc. For certain types of wimminz this of course is great from an entertainment point of view, plus lets them know who they can soak for $$$$ and favours.

Teh feminazis and similarly inclined ilk - who have no real power, so they scream until we throw them a bone to shut them the fuck up - get their feelz of empowerment from the process. Winner winner chicken dinner for them.

Looking at the Left, these wiperags love doing it as a power-trip. It makes them feel personally strong and empowered to tear others down. Bonus points for successful trolling aka getting someone to lose their shit. The more public the anger/humiliation reaction the better. PJEAR MAH IMPORTANTS!!!

In common, all three are doing it for the ego/power feelz.

In common, all three appear to be running on emotional highs.

In common, all three are essentially powerless.

So effectively, this behaviour is the powerless screaming and thrashing and throwing monkey-poo at everything in sight in an effort to gain the power that they lack.

So what can we Men do about this behaviour?

Unfortunately not much - directly. There are a lot of them and few of us. Further, we Men appear to have a lone-wolf mentality when things go wrong for us. We go and lick our wounds, heal, learn from the experience, and come back stronger. Determined to not let that, or similar, happen to us again. Assuming that we survive, of course.

We also don't oppose this type of warped herd behaviour as such very well, which when you think about it makes some sense. When a stampede is heading your way you don't stand in front of it, shouting and trying to get it to stop. You'll get stomped into a bloody mess. You get the fuck out of the way and let it go run over the cliff like the lemmings they are, sucks to be them.

The social herd is sure as hell in full-on-stupidity-stampede mode. The damn lemmings are heading straight for the cliff's edge, hell-for-leather and damn the bloody torpedos.

Out of self-preservation, we need to get the hell out of the way and leave them to it. Realistically it's all we can do. Once the stampede is done - and it's going to be a long time - if we're lucky, we can pick up the pieces once the dust clears. If we're very lucky, we'll have managed to keep our nearest and dearest safe.

Good luck out there.