How can I take a man’s threat to blow up my house serious if he doesn’t know any of the basic demolition terminology?
Shit like that makes you sound like a little bitch, frighten and scart, hoping to scare of the bad man if you are loud enough.
Around these here parts, we all hear a lot of man talk about Patriarchy, restoring Patriarchy and being a Patriarch in the hear and now.
Despite men’s best efforts and genuine desire, I doubt how many of us are Patriarch of his family. !st, few men really know what the job entails. The tactical reality on the ground is being a Patriarch as a Roman or Saxon would understand the term is not only socially despised but outlawed. Leave all your wealth to your oldest son, and your other children can take it to court, overriding your last will and testament. Correct your wife, put her on a budget, demand your rights to her body and you can be facing domestic violence charges. Try forbidding your daughter or son from marrying who they choose or majoring in what they want at college….. Sure you have options, but the law won’t back you on any of them.
Most men, most especially Betas are not cut out to be Patriarchs. The way I reckon things it was betas males who drove feminism. Why? Alpha males always have sexual options, no matter how restrictive the culture he finds himself in. It is beta males who get ground down by nagging wives and the toils of life. Life is hard on betas and feminism was a way to lighten their load. Or so they were told and so they thought. Thing is, there are no light loads. You only transfer one set of burdens for another. Christ tells to come unto him to find rest because there is no long term worldly rest.
To be a Patriarch is to take on burdens. The burden of command and authority is no fucking joke. Most men do not understand what is like to have life and death authority over and responsibility for the well being of 30-40 or more men. One of the man o sphere’s mistaken ideas is the limited scope of Patriarchy. It is not simply ruling over and taking care of your small family. It is having a very real amount of responsibility for your grandchildren and their lives, your siblings, their spouses and their children. Maybe your fathers siblings, your parents and their parents as well. Various discussions about Kinism will address these issues more thoroughly. It is not coming home and deciding what’s for diner, its deciding on where the family will live, subjects children will study, sports they will engage it, which head of live stock live and which ones get butchered, its how much money to save, what to spend money on, who should marry who, what business ventures the extend family will engage in, who shall run which endeavor, where and how to worship, who is and who is not living up to the family name, what shall be done with those who do not…. the list is damn near endless.
In a true Patriarchy, when my brother crossed the river Jordan, responsibility for his widow and children would have legally fallen on me. They would have moved in to my house, I would have parented his children, chosen his widows next husband, had full legal authority and legal responsibility for them.
When my little brother was called home he left behind a wife and two young daughters. Not only did he leave a widow behind but two young daughters. One of whom has serious behavioral problems, and I mean serious. The kind that leads to nothing good; hard life, early death, jail time not to mention the harm she does and will do to others. She was like this before my brother died, but they came to live with me for a short while where my troubled niece saw major behavioral improvements from living in steady state of consistent, calm discipline. My more fragile niece thrived. My sister in law learned how to make good decisions, balance a budget, keep a clean house, dispense discipline and justice with her children, cook healthy food and in general be a functioning adult and mother.
She left my house in a huff because I was limiting her girl power (drinking), treating her like a child ( at best a woman is the oldest teenager in the house, still a child) and because I just didn’t understand how hard it was for her to be a widow and a single mom. For the record, I understand, as much as I can, but frankly I don’t give a fuck. Those are excuses to be a failure. How hard it is doesn’t change what needs to be done, how it needs to be done or the needs of small girls. I fucking hate excuses. Spin hamster spin.
Any rate, she moves out and back to their old home and things are now once again out of control. The house is too large for a single mom to keep clean, or for one to keep track of the kids. The yard is way to large for her to deal…. especially with how much the one child requires supervision and the other damage control. The cost to keep the house going is quite high. The problem niece torments pets to the point when she was bitten by a their dog no one in my family blamed the dog. I now have their Pit Bull. He is at my feet as I type, poor guy gets bullied by the Hell Hounds, but he takes it in stride. My niece steals, she lies like she breathes, natural and easy and some are damaging as hell( she once started begging money saying her mommy could not afford to feed them and gifts laying on the sob story about being fatherless and her mommy not having the money to buy them things( neither are true); she had the school call CPS on my sister in law because she was angry at her mother and she cranked up the lies; she is violent toward smaller kids, including her sister; cheats at everything she does and of course gets in a fair amount of trouble at school. There really is nothing much positive to say about the child, though if she was a boy, he’d be one ass pulling machine.
Child Protective services was called on my sister in law, who is frankly a dumb, drunk bitch who made matters worse, but not so bad the CPS folks took the kids. More recently my nieces behavior sunk to a new low which could have only been achieved by neglect. A week long period of neglect while they spent 5 days at a well known theme park. My sister in law, and her family thinks it’s funny; my sister in laws idea of discipline is to yell threats at the child, like I will punch you in the face, then she laughs about the poor behavior. She has never made the child return the money or gifts she grifted or give the money/ gifts to charity. Her excuse for not doing anything? She had never faced such a thing before? Who the fuck needs to have a massive amount of experience with a their child being a con artist to know that step one is making sure the kid doesn’t actually profit from their deceit? Also I am leaving a bunch of stuff out, some a potentially worse then what I have reported.
So I rolled up to see them, to recon the objective and develop a course of action….
The grass had not been cut in who knows how long, the neighbor who was doing it for free has not had the time( he is busy dealing with the shitty economy and even worse wife, but he is such a beta he felt the need to apologize to me like a thousand and one times hence the shitty wife); the house was full of trash, some in trash bags, a goodly amount was not. There was rotting food in my sister in laws bedroom; half eaten food all over the place; the kids bathroom was a wreck including a toilet full of piss and shit, faucet handles so nasty I wouldn’t touch them etc. The 1st thing I noticed walking into the house? It smelled like dog piss which also means my niece the problem child is having a blast tormenting the new puppy. Yea my dumb ass sister in law got another dog for that kid to attack. My good niece is an emotional wreck, God bless her. She is good as gold but I fear what this will do to her. My sister in law was damn near incoherent on wine at mid day, she has strangers living with them. A family of troglodytes she has known for like 4 months with a massively dysfunctional background.
I grabbed my nieces, put them on my bike and found a hotel. Well that isn’t true. I already knew where it is. The next morning when I return my sister in law freaks out about them being on the bike. The strangers in the house had to tell her I took the kids. Yea she didn’t remember crazy ass uncle Ton left with her kids. She thinks the house is fine as it is( apparently its basically clean, just cluttered), the evil child is sweet and loving despite kicking her younger sister in the face for shits and grins, the emotionally wrecked child is fine and of course she has the ultimate excuse; its hard to be widow and she is doing a great job given how hard it is
Bullfuckingshit. She is an utter failure as a mother. A little tough love later and she is trying to kick me out of the house. I refused to go without the girls, she calls the cops. A small little lady cop shows up and she is scared shitless when she sees my sister in law in an uncontrollable rage. Of course I am by default the bad guy. I refuse to comply with her demands I leave the property. She threatens to arrest me, I shrug. I told the lady cop I will leave with my nieces; when CPS shows up or in a body bag. She has no idea how to respond and calls for help. I am cal sitting on my bike, recording everything on my cellphone, being as non threatening as I can be, while my sister in law rages. The lady cop tries to speak with me but I tell it will only add stress to the situation unless my sister in law is put in check. She tries to engage in nervous chit chat until a sergeant shows up who pulls me to the side while the girl cop tries to keep my sister in law in calm. The amount of emotional and physical energy a drunk crazy bitch can pour out and sustain is unbelievable. I would have collapsed from exhaustion before the 1st law dog showed up. I tell him the same thing I told the lady cop, plus about my gun and offer to temporarily surrender the gun and sit in his car until CPS shows up or he searches the house. He does not take me up on the offer. I tell him about the other family and he waits for a third cop to show up. The two cops spend about 3 minutes in the house before calling CPS.
Its a weekend so it takes a long time for CPS to show up. Mean while the cop is trying to do the tough guy act now that things are basically resolved/ under control, giving me a list of the things he could pull me in for. I resit the urge to say something clever like “oh nos, I’ve never been in trouble with the law before whatever will I do?”( that is my default response to cops just like I have an autonomic response to someone asking me who the hell do I think I am? “I am the Ton motherfucker, maybe you heard of me, bitch?”
CPS says the house is a wreck but not so bad they’ll take the kids. I tell them and the cops if the kids are harmed or get some weird health issues I will hurt them. All of them. More bullshit posturing by the cops, but they do nothing and spend a fair amount of time telling me to relax. Which is funny since I didn’t cuss or raise my voice.
What comes next is the most dishearten part. Damn near everyone in my family and her’s blows up my phone to run through a laundry list of character faults, my character faults. Some pussy ass squid of a brother in law threatens to kick my ass. I laughed. I am clam as I always am. I hang up on each one of them after a few minutes. What’s the point in continue an argument with irrational 14 year old girls throwing hissy fits? None so there was no point in talking with them. I created a group text telling them I understand they are embarrassed because not only did they stand by and did nothing while the lived in filth and were at risk, they actively hide intell from me. I took action as soon as the intell arrived ( ok 7 hours later after I packed and got some sleep), and that they are scared my sister in law will turn on them and keep their nieces or granddaughters away but they are enabling the neglect of blood relatives and furthering the out of control behavior of our niece. I told them if they ever need to contact me it best be to apologize, and they will have to communicate through my father I blocked their numbers, email etc.
Only my father, uncles, two aunt and my own children are speaking to me. My daughter is in her own rage, she is a fierce as fierce gets in her protection of me.
Folks are puzzled I am not upset about how things played out. By everyone I mean my beloved daughter, Ton Spawn Production Unit and Half Ton Production Unit and my Majordomo. To me, there is nothing to be upset about. The family who turned on me demonstrated how they do not add value to my life or honor my brother, our name or blood kin. They are weak, refusing to act to protect the weakest members of our collective family out of fear of a little woman with a drinking problem and some vague idea they will never see the kids again; they fear being called names and worst of all of being deemed judgmental…. I did what needed to be done, my duties, obligations and responsibilities fulfilled. My honor and pride intact. Doing nothing would eat me alive. I was asked how do I live with myself?(meant as a hurtful comment which I immediately hung up on; never complain, never explain, always take decisive action). That’s how I live. I do what needs to be done and I put duty, honor and right action above all else. One day I will stand before the Almighty God, and I have more to answer to then the most of men, but there are things I will not be called to as well.
We hear a good deal of men around these parts claim or speak to being the Patriarch type. I call bullshit 99% of the time. Soft men are not Patriarchs. Going to your Latin mass, or attending a so called traditional church with a stay at home wife does not make you a Patriarch. Doing the hard things for the least of your kin, making the hard calls and rolling with the hate does.
Want to be a Patriarch? Then embrace the suck of authority, responsibility and being hated. It’s a man’s job, not a betas.
I do not live in my dream SHITF location. Who does? Nor is anywhere ideal. Everything has trade offs. Just like dealing with women. My list of what counts for me in situations like this come from seeing failed and failing nation states up close and personal. Will what I have seen down range apply here? Who the fuck knows, but I reckon its likely. Some themes are the same everywhere too. Most especially my 1st point.
Every where I have been, the more diverse the ethnics groups the more trouble there will be. In fact most failed nation states I have seen 1st hand are multi-ethinc states that have ran out of money. Sound familiar to anyone? Of course there is more going on, but the ones I have been to that are really nasty fit that description. Folks like to throw in the religious conflict thing but from what I have seen those are also tribal with one tribe/ ethnic group being religion #1 and the other belonging to religion #2. Northern Ireland is a good example of this. Protestant vs catholic? it is also actual Irish (catholics) vs Scots and Englishmen Prot’s). Now here in the usa the inter White ethnic clashes are also regional and political and only loosely based on religion (catholics vote like liberal yankee Prot’s against the best interests of Founding Stock Prot’s but thats the end of it). In the usa, unless you live near hajjis your violence will be economic and racial. You want to be surrounded by your own kind. That is literally the best you thing can do. If your White.
My major issue here at Camp Ton is demographic. Frankly it can suck living among negros on the best of days. This was more true when I 1st moved in but they are mostly cowed now. And thats what I had to do. Cow the locals. Three times in the 1st three days. Don’t really have to many problems these days. #1 the area is becoming more White. #2 the longer term locals have gotten over it and know better, but new people move in and negros have families who come visit. Which means more trouble. The other day, while walking the Ton Spawn with the girls, some urban diversity drove past us doing 45 or maybe more in a 25. Nor was he real happy about my response. He stopped his car and said some bullshit, which is what those people do while his bitch egged him on but he wised up before he took a set of brass knuckles to the face and ate by Girl ( the absolute worst part of living around negros is black chicks. I will always be amazed at how little domestic violence goes on). This sort of things are a rather regular occurrence. Time before that was over them throwing trash in my yard. I am the racist cracker because I don’t someone elses bullshit McDonalds trash in my yard. And they lie like they breath. I caught them in the act and they said I left it out there so I could harass them. Think of the insane amount of black on White crime. And it is an insane level. If Whites targeted negros like they target us, it would be called ethnic cleansing. Now imagine diversity which is no longer being paid off by the Federal Government via welfare, food stamps, social security disability etc etc. However it is not all bad here. I got a house, 5 acres with a pond for less then my yearly income. My front yard is level and fruit trees have flourished. My garden does all right and I am a suck ass gardener. My pond and the stream which feeds it are lovely and productive these days(plus a source of water), and my land backs up to a sand/ gravel quarry. Meaning a few things. There are unlikely to ever have neighbors behind me, additional land to hunt and fish and access to heavy machinery, repair shops, fuel storage etc would be a major plus.
There are several places I’d rather live, but doing so is not practical any time soon. I was declared 100% disabled so no more trips down range and big pay days for me. Because I a rural Southern White man and prefer to be surrounded by other rural and Southern Whites, the places I would prefer to live would all be better SHTF locations.
#1 on my list of other places I’d like to live is the lest best option for riding out bad shit. Why? #1 it gets a lot of storms and flooding so I would be basically moving into a place where we’d have the Mother Nature’s shit hit the fan more often. Also it’s on the coast and expensive which would cut into the money saved. Remember our most likely SHTF events we will face are money related. Injury and not working, laid off, bad run of luck on shit breaking( plowed through 7200 in three weeks with repairs that I could not do myself) etc etc. Cash is your #3 SHTF tool. #2 is a gun in your pocket. #1 is living in a nice safe area to began with, but its all a balancing act. You will be regularly out of whack in some area or another. Its the way things go so don’t stress over it. Have a plan, keep working your plan and improving.
The best place I have walked on to ride out bad times is a particular town and surrounding land here in NC. It’s way White and not infested by illegals or damnyankee transplants ( which should also be illegal). It is way rural, tons of people who have been in that county since its been a county so a real since of belonging. Church attendance is high, so is employment. Lots of vets and civic events going on. More volunteer cops and fire fighters then professionals. Crime? Folks laugh at you for locking your doors. It is mostly a farming county. Lots of corn of course, but tobacco, cotton and beans too plus a couple major poultry operations, a big pork operation, horses and cattle. They harvest timber as well. Going hungry? Unlikely. Heavily wooded as well, especially in two directions. That many miles of timber and swamp makes an effective barrier. Crime triples? Who cares when it is already so low no one worries about it. Its the kind of place where folks get their conceal carry so they don’t have to do paper work when buying guns or for when they go into the big city. The county does have some diversity, but in an area that could be easily cut off from the rest. Burn a bridge and they are stuck on the other side. Not known for being swimmers it wouldn’t take much
Lets talk about the least sexy topic of SHTF prepping; water. This area has it. A major river runs through the county and its one of the best stretches of that river in the state. Wide, deep and navigable for a goodly way. The river has branches and creeks. Ponds are common. Water to drink bath etc, fish of course but the branches and some of the creeks are navigable as well. Transportation is important.
Lets hit on transportation. A major state road runs through the county and it has been well maintained. Right now it is an important trucking route from an interstate highway to one of our bigger cities. This means…. a lot of good things. Besides county road crews the state DOT has a facility there; there are some truck stops and of course repair shops, tow trucks for the semi truck, machine shops to support the trucking industry and fuel. Lots of fuel. Something you can rarely have to much of. And the skill sets involved in keeping roads in good repair and trucks rolling down those roads are important skills. Blue collar skills are money most especially when shit goes wrong
Along those lines I want to look at the skill set in this county
There is good size community college which cranks out all sorts of useful workers, computer nerds are unlikely to be of much use in the type of SHTF scenarios seen on TV but in the shit you are likely to face? Yea it would be good to get your interwebz back up and working. Nurses, plumbers, wielders electricians… well the schools curriculum is a prepers wet dream. Plus they have votech in the highschools. If they have the skill set to train folks to do that, they can train others and oversee projects. They also have goodly number of boat shops and boat mechanics and a very small airport… commercial airport. Pilots, small planes, a few mechanics, fuel farm… big advantages. Interesting enough they also are semi famous for making bricks. Damn good building supply on hand with the possibility of making more. Good size junk yard too which is a gold mine of possibilities. #1 of course spare parts to keep cars and trucks moving.
Now the big biggie; a power generation plant. Not sure what it runs on< i think coal, but power is everything and that plant can make it. Plus the skill set that is required to manage it. Not just the blue collar guys but engineers.
The next item on the list is… rail road. There is a rail yard there. I am not sure how active but the tracks run right to the power plant. Another set of skilled blue collar workers.
Basically it has food, water and the ability to produce more. A ready supply of timber and a rough saw, saw mill. A population with a real sense of belonging to land and community and skill sets required to patch things up. This is the rural South. These are men who have done these kinds of things for generations. They hunt, they fish, they build, they drink, they worship, they break shit and fix it and keep on keeping on. One of those places that probably has more guns then people and damn sure have more crops and livestock then people. You have three modes of transportation, (horse, car/truck and boats but maybe 4 with the train. I don't know much about trains besides who to destroy them and tracks so I haven't and won't say much). That's a good start on rebuilding for the TV shit and people who don't have to wait for FEMA on the more realistic stuff.
Defense. On an individual level, there isn't much need. Folks cannot recall the last murder and most of the crime there is of the redneck sort. Drinking and driving, getting drunk and punching someone etc. Property crime is as close to 0 as you are going to get. Fire through the right part of the county and burning a bridge would take care of the most criminal element
Defense on the county level.
The river and water ways are key. In some crazy shit like on the movies, you block the bridge you have effectively shut down travel from the major interstate highway 40'ish miles away. There is a goodly size swampy area between that town/ county and the largest near bye population center. Another good natural obstacle. Course there is a two lane country road running through it but there are three small bridges on that road within a mile of each other. I would not destroy the bridges myself. There is that junk yard after all, and packing the bridges with a mash up of old cars will effectively block the bridges. Add a little semi precision rifle fire and you have one hell of a bottle neck for any group of people who aren't military. The river is old as old gets, and although not what she use to be, the banks make it effectively impassible for cars trucks and large groups of people. The swamp? Well it is not the Great Dismal but it will do the job and for the same reason. Cars and trucks won't make it through, nor would large groups of people. The pine forests are not the best obstacle around but they aren't the worse either. There are fire breaks that can be used, 4 wheel drive not required most parts of the year, but that channels people and cars. Those roads can be blocked fairly easy. Drop some trees, bob cat makes a ditch and well those are old school but a real bitch to deal with. Again add that semi precession rifle fire. a few prepared fighting potions and what not and its a real bitch to deal with. There are other small roads leading into the town/ county. None particularity large or well traveled. Those roads can be blocked, junk cars, trees dropped a goodly size ditch via bob cat or any of the other construction equipment around. Add the rifle fire from prepared fighting potions and…Nor do these have to be heavily guarded at all times. Radios and cars can get people where they need to be in a hurry. Defense in depth; a few guys at the 1st road block, they slow the other side down, get on the radio and call for help. 30 guys who know its their day and are packed and ready are at the second obstacle within 30 minutes. There are also wide areas of farm land folks could walk through. No where is really perfect but most folks are not going to be walking cross country anywhich way.
What inspired this post? Most of what I read regarding prepping for TSHTF is utter bullshit.
KENNY PRICE
Northeast Arkansas Mississippi County Bootlegger Lyrics
There wasn’t nobody that ever liked him farless loved him
If you never got the chance to get to know him you wouldn’t thought too much of him
Folks said he was half mean if that was so that’s all the mean he had to be
As big as he was
He was my daddy and he raised me
The northeast Arkansas Mississippi County bootlegger
I can’t say that all he did in his life was always right
I’ve heard talk back before I was born that he killed a man in a fight
But all I know about him was how he took care of his own
And some he didn’t have to
They’d shun him through the day but at night they’d bow
From the northeast Arkansas Mississippi County bootlegger
[ dobro ]
He was ma daddy and he raised me
The northeast Arkansas Mississippi County bootlegger
My mama used to take me down to the croosroard church on Sunday
The deacons and the ladies would talk about us and how we got our money
But that didn’t stop them
When they decided they wanted a brand new sanctuary they came to see mama
And the house of God was paid for
By the northeast Arkansas Mississippi County bootlegger
Now a man can only do the best he can by those he loves
And maybe the livin’ he made for us some others were jealous of
The law of the land said he couldn’t do it
But there’s also the law of supply and demand if it hadn’t been him
It might have been someone who wasn’t as honest
As the northeast Arkansas Mississippi County bootlegger
Yeah he was a good man when he died I cried
For the northeast Arkansas Mississippi County bootlegger
I live a fairly busy life and this is something I would like to do more often. Its one thing to read about various Red Pill truths and another to have real world examples.
Women and apologies. As a rule, women don’t do them. I can think of exactly one honest and forth rite apology from a woman. The rest have came with qualifying statements or were carefully worded to be a non apology apology. Remember saving face/ status in the herd and indirect compunction is the way of women. They also apologize for a different reason then men. When I apologize it is because I did someone wrong which needs to addressed. Justice of a sorts in an unjust world. I say my piece and its done. If it is accepted and things go back to right, all is good. If not, I accept the others decision. When a woman apologizes she wants to keep a useful tool around, feel good about herself and look good for the herd.
Right after my divorce I got into an affair with a married women. A goodly long affair and I did not know she was married. Like we would spend weekends at each others place, do long weekends together etc. Then I am at a random party with some people I know and I hear the women folk gossip about this slut who cheats on her old man like ts her profession. I put two and two together, got something close to 5 and felt right bad. I was fond of the girl, and dumb enough to reckon it was mutually exclusive because she said so and I wasn’t real happy with banging some other dude’s beloved. Shortly after that her life falls apart, she is found out etc and its all in the open. Not about me, I already walked. Dump that bitch and bang 10 more. Any rate, her life is in the shitter and I get a call. She said she wanted to apologize etc etc and that she didn’t mean to hurt a good man. I said its ok, I’m over it and moved on. I could tell by the tone of her voice that she “reached out” to remove her feelings of guilt and feel better about her self. It had nothing to do about feeling bad for the emotional harm she had done to at least two men. Men are mules. I cannot remember her exact words but basically she felt she did no harm because all the men but her ex husband where doing ok. She then asked about grabbing breakfast. I was a no show.
This is how women operate. She gets an “it’s okay” from a a guy and its back see I am not a bad person after all because its been like 90 days and every one is happy now. Its like the past wrongs are erased as soon as the wronged have moved on a little bit. I see this a perversion of God’s Grace, but thats another topic and one I am unsuited detail.
Next female apology I want to discuss is about the lady who accused me of rape. Now she made no legal/ formal charges. She woke up, semi nekkid in my bad, with me full dressed and standing over her telling her she has to get up and go, I have to go to work. 1st words out of her mouth? “Did we have sex? Did you rape me? You raped me!” I threw her cellphone at her and told her to “call the cops, I want a rape kit on your rancid cunt right the fuck now”. Well this scared the shit out her and she stated backing away from the claim. I wouldn’t relent. “call the fucking cops you worthless fucking bitch. Right the fuck now” again and again with her saying over and over again she was sorry etc, knew I wouldn’t rape her, doesn’t know why she would say that etc etc. I ain’t the smartest fella around, but I do posses a low animal cunning so I a recorded it all on my iphone. And I don’t have a flight or fight response. I have a fight or fight response. About an hour later she texts me another apology. She owns up to saying that because she was confused (she got blasted on pills, weed and booze before heading over to my place) and didn’t want this nice guy to know she was banging me. I saved the texts. She is basically begging me not to say anything to anyone, especially her brother who I know from back in the day when I did youth counseling at a local church. In the texts she mentioned remembering me putting her to bed clothed and what not and that she probably took her clothes off while she was still blasted from booze and drugs. I save the text messages, send a copy of them to my lawyer and bail bondsmen and get on with my life
4 months later I get a text from a random phone number saying they owe me $40 and do I want to pick it up. I ask who it is and its the false rape accusation chick, using someone elses phone because I blocked her number. She wants to know if I want the $40 and is angry I blocked her number. I said sure, I’ll stop by your work at noon. She flips her shit. I wasn’t supposed to say yes to the $40. I was supposed to say its ok so she can put all of our nastiness behind us. No I was wrong, I apologize etc. Just you bastard for wanting the $40 and a why can’t we be friends.
Typically I no longer extend any sort of forgiveness toward women. They aren’t recognizing some wrong committed against you. They simply want to go back to feeling like a really good person, even though they did some not good things. Or some really bad things, or a lot of really bad things. Women lie like they breath, natural and easy and they lie to themselves more then anyone else.
Their apologies also have a good deal of keeping mules on stand by. Who knows, they made need something heavy carried out to their car, or they want to keep a spurned beta in rotation for free drinks every now and then or as a back up plan if she is one of those unlucky few who don’t land their billionaire playboy with a heart of gold. If it was truly about recogzing having wronged someone, it would be an honest straight forward affair. “Ton, I apologize for xyz” no qualifying statements like “but you did abc 1st”. There would be the understanding that the words “I am sorry” are not a magic talisman which gets them off the hook and that the damage done doesn’t disappear or that the words magically repaired busted relationships.
Recently a young man I know, and whom I am proud to call friend went through this sort of thing himself, though not to the extent I used for examples. He is a good man with potential waiting to expand and in the process of becoming a man to reckon with. All the building blocks are there. Any rate he rolled up on a chick, she said no thanks, college etc is more important right now. That’s the script, right? School, work some cock sampling, then find a good man. Like said good men grow on trees, free for the picking. Any rate, he asked me why she would make a point of saying good bye and what not before left to start school and he wanted to know why. It had been months since she said thanks but no thanks
There are three reasons why chicks do this shit.
Likely she feels bad about turning down the advances of a good man who is all those things girls say they want, but don’t date until its time to change lanes from the strong independent women exciting life to married mommy etc. Girls know that shit isn’t right, even if they only are vaguely aware of knowing what and why they acting as they are. Any hint of friendless toward her lets her feel ok about herself and off the hook for turning him down. Why do they feel bad about turning them down? Well sometimes women have some small twisted version of a soul and they feel bad about the duality of their nature and the falsehoods they keep alive. Sometimes. Not often though
Girls want to keep that shrinking pool of good men around and believe a quick reach out with some faint air of remorse and a side hug is the correct tactic to do so. It also gives her some small measure of peace because even though she hurt him 3 months ago, its ok now because they hugged. For like 3 whole seconds.
It all boils down to her feeling good about herself; saving face among the herd; preserving a series of fall back men. It has nothing to do with him, making him feel better, recognizing he was wronged or dismissed out of hand for buying into the bullshit she says she wants etc etc. Women tend to think men who believe what they say about what they want in a man are stupid. After all she knows she is full of shit why don’t you? Some few will feel pity most will feel scorn.
As for my friend, he feels like he fucked things up. Its not him who fucked up but the times we are living in. I do better then all right with women and I’ll address that in the next couple of posts but where I am in the world vs my success with women is way out of whack. My friends big mistake? Not being awesomely awesome on every point of some chicks 497 point checklist.
Back to me for a tad bit
I was ridding around Wilmington with Girl#2 a few weeks back. She wants to stop by and check on a friend who recently dumped her chump… I mean boy friend. She is a little down at not finding the kind of man she wants and for a change I think she is pretty realistic about those things and her rank in the SMP. Her big problem is, she lives in an UMC kind of town and she likes masculine men. She was pretty happy with her chump, and for a goodly bit of time but that gnawing discontent set in…. any rate this girl never paid me any never mind until that weekend. She noticed I have big arms, big neck, large chewed up man hands….. I have had those things for the length of time she has known me and its generally what folks comment on 1st. That or my face fur. You could see the appraisal in her eyes as she was making those comments. Plus some extra touching me and herself.
Whats going on here? #1 for awhile she was happy with a good guy who didn’t make here vagina drip but who on paper was a good deal. Now? Now I reckon she wants to cash in on her last few pre wall years to try and land the sort of man she really wants. She wants what she wants, but she is also trying to follow her family’s script. I don’t think there is anything wrong with what she wants vs what her family wants for her, however she is torn between two desires. Neither of which is right or wrong in an of themselves though I question how she goes about it. 70 years ago she most likely wouldn’t have any problems finding a psychically strongman who would make a decent mate. Now…. well now there doesn’t seem to be many men in that in between group.
Also, for some reason, Girl#2 is no longer fond of her friend….
Last on my list, I do a fair amount of bidness out in coastal NC. Through that I am aware of this one chick. Not a bad looking girl for her age, but smoking and drinking and cock sampling is starting to take their toll. And she has done some cock sampling. Seems to me she as fucked a goodly number of the MARSCOC and 2nd RECON dudes in her area of operations. He last cock sampling was a true dark triad kind of guy who has only a nodding acquaintance with anything like honesty and is a professional mid-level drug dealer. She is still way hooked on this guy. A classic alpha widow if there ever was one. She likes rough men who take her in hand and the dark triad fella had her in hand including the occasional black eye and her messing around with him and one of his bitces. Her family cut her off and now she is trying to find a good beta draft horse to lock down and get back into her family’s money… I mean good standing. She is trying to make that lane change from empowered cock carousel rider to housewife. She has her beta. A nice guy who happens to be a cop. She is tearing him up. Shit test after shit test all in attempt to get him to stand up to her. I have no doubt if the cop would throw her on the bed, paint her back porch red, fuck her hard form behind, shoot his load up her ass and clean his junk off in her hair that she would settle in and be a so so girl to have around. He seems to have some rough idea about game and frame but is to big of a pussy to really lay down decent game. Really they are both just fucking each other up for the next person. Her? its to late for her any way. Him? He has potential but I doubt things will work out that way. He’ll be another causality of the gender wars, going his own way why women and tradcons wail about men needing to steep up.
Any rate it is interesting to see shit tests and alpha widow vs beta chump with bad game and weak frame. I feel bad for him though. Once again he would make for a good husband in a better time or with a unicorn, but what are the odds of him finding a unicorn?
Well brothers Ton is at a sticking point, I want to write but on what
Southern Secession?
How the yankee govt will respond to large scale White lawlessness?
Training?
Basic combat skill set?
Understanding wimen?
Tradons etc and mgtow?
To many ideas not enough time so let me know
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