Learning to fight

To be good at being a man requires the ability and willingness to commit violence in your own self-interest. Being a man means being able to fight. Violence is how you keep your shit your shit, how you keep your bitch your bitch and how you keep your get from having their heads smashed in or sold into slavery. This is no less true today then it has always been, even though police and professional militaries disguises this truth to a heavy degree, allowing soft, mostly useless men to hide behind harder, more violent men, but cops and the like aren’t there to protect you as an individual. If you are incapable of committing violence on your own behalf then you are at the mercy of others. No man should be in that position and when ever a man finds himself reliant on the mercy of others he needs to fight like hell to fix that shit.

On the upside, most men do not need an elite level skill set to get the job done. There is no reason on God’s green earth for every man to be tier one, and a whole shit ton of reasons why most men shouldn’t.

All you need to be is proficient enough to swing the risk reward ratio into it not being worth the risk for the other guy.

The next thing to understand is keeping your shit your shit, your bitch your bitch and your get safe and healthy is not a sport. There is no silver medal for second place and no such thing as loosing with honor.

No one is going to step up and say give me your wallet or face me in a bout of fisticuffs.

Odds are good you won’t know you’re in the real deep shit until you feel an impact in your stomach or low back, look down and see a knife sticking out of you and your blood ruining your clothes.

Real fights for your life are brutal and dynamic. They are not choreographed. You don’t bow, you don’t score points and often enough the winner is subjective as hell .

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If what you are learning is scripted…. well the end result won’t be pretty. All rookies start off with a script. It’s how you stay safe in the early days of your training but you also have to progress to actual combat like fighting. This rules out just about everything but boxing, kick boxing and MMA.

This shit ain’t how fights work in the real world

This is what comes after you

I have literally 0 respect for traditional Asian martial arts when it comes to training someone to surrive being attacked or turning one into a proficient fighter. Mostly because I cut my teeth in the early days of MMA and we stomped those bitches flat. Multi degree black belts got their asses stomped by guys who 18 months of training. Each and every time that happened, those punk ass bitches would make some vauge claim of super secert skillz that would kill us in an instant in a “real fight”… but they never won those bar brawls either.

You need to learn to fight. Personally I think MMA has the most complex/ largest skill set but that ain’t excatly what you need. New school MMA fighters are amazing athletes but it’s pretty churched up these days and doesn’t get the two Ton Thumbs up it use to but you are good to go as long as you can punch, kick, elbow, knee, headbutt take someone down and know a couple of submissions. Of course this also means you can defend against those things and remember you don’t stop when the other guy taps when the fight counts. Keep putting pressure on that arm until it breaks. And you will know when it breaks an because you will feel it vibrate through your body. And of course you hold those chokes until the other guy goes limp. But the big take away here is you will see a large variety attacks, be use to a variety of ways you can be hurt and know a lot of ways to hurt the other guy. Being hurt and how to hurt is the key.

Fighting while hurt is the most important lesson to learn. Game dog game. The next is when to just put your finger through the other guys eye. That’s going to vary from jurisdiction to jurisdiction but you have to have the willingness to take shit to a higher level then the other guy can comperhend.

Many years ago, that usless tit John Mcian called UFC a human cock fight. If you can’t find a stable of actual fighters to train with, do your best to find a guy who doesn’t recoil at the idea of human cock fight. The only reason you are training in the sport is for that God awful day shit gets real and you draw aces and eights

Women don’t ever want to be “Just friends”

I have talked about TR before. He is back on the market and crushing a lot of ass. Well a lot of 6’s and a lot for the minimum effort he is putting into getting laid. Mostly he is focused on making money and this hella cool female American pit bull terrier your always humble Ton was gracious enough to bestow on him. Which is how things should be. Remember brothers you loose money by chasing bitches; you don’t loose bitches by chasing money.

I have been using TR as an experiment of sorts while he half heartily does online dating. One of things that has been just funny as hell is how poorly done the fake/ scammer profiles are on Tinder. One was using photos of an actress from the 80’s. Many have mascuilne names like John with professional model quality photo. One scammer was trying to say she was an 18D for the USMC…. That’s an army SF job…. for a lady who is supposed to be an E5 in the marines…… Just fucking stupid.

We found out the sugar baby ads are fake as hell, unless it’s a fat black chick in their mid 20’s or so. Which I find hilarious because the one thing the world ain’t short on is fat black chicks. Maybe there are wealthy guys with some odd ass fat black chick fetish but I wouldn’t think there would be enough of them to support a fat black chick sugar baby cottage industry. Especially given how rural and poor our area is. Otherwise Tinder was about what we expected. Lots of hits in the 1st 2 weeks, which seems to always be the case when you have a new profile up and he right swiped through the tinder options pretty quickly. Again round about 2 weeks he had swiped right on all the tinder chicks worth swiping right for in our area.. would have done that sooner given how rural the 100 miles around us are but this isn’t a high priority mission set. We do make weekly trips to Raleigh/ Ft Bragg and/ or Wilmington, with Raleigh having a lot more options and a shit ton of clearly fake profiles.

Never much messed with Tinder before. Super easy to use but the options suck. Sucky options ain’t tinder fault. They should try to clean up the obvious fakes more. No real complaints though and tinder did get him laid in Raleigh. Not bad for the minimum investment in time and effort

Also running a profile on a big name online dating site. Now this is where shit gets funny. And shady as fuck. On this one, if you pay for it, you can message whoever, see if or when they read the message, tell if they deleted it without reading it, know when they were on last, know who saw your profile, know who you matched with. etc etc. This last time logging on deal is an eye opener. Most profiles are still up when they haven’t been logged into for 90 plus days. Leaving those profiles up sure seems like a good way to con dudes into thinking there are a lot more aviable women then there is. They will also match you up with chicks who are 2 states away and ignore every other criteria you selected. They are pushing the fst bitches and race mixing hard, Our next move was to create a couple of fake lady accounts, delete the accounts after a week or two and go back to see if they were still up. So we created the accounts, but couldn’t find them when we searched for them with his profile. Not sure what’s up with that… Online dating turns women into bitches. Most messages were deleted…. after they had indicated intrests in TR. Yup, they would check out his profile, indicate he was good to with a “like” feature then delete his inbound messages without reading them. Pay back is a bitch though. My boy TR messaged a girl who hit the like button on his proifle. She was about 12 years younger then him and she replied back with a mini rant about how she was tired of old perverts messaging her etc etc……. the three counties we are operating in have less people living in them then most towns. This girl included a photo of her in a bar and it’s easy to tell which bar it was. Being a cunt and being easy to find is not very smart. TR is going to try and stick her with a bar tab if he runs into in meat space.

Over all impression of that big name dating site is…. They are there to rip you off. No worries on making money, money makes the world go round, but the padding their number of women in your area deal is a fucking rip off. They can’t do much about bitches being bitches but they can respect your no fat chick etc criteria and they can be honest about the number of actively searching hatchet wounds.

Messing around on on of them sites where the chicks have to virtually approach dudes. We set up a profile for TR but in this case we eluded to him having a lot more money then he does AND made it clear he was looking for something platonic. Some blah blah blab about still being heart broken by his ex but wanting to enjoy a woman’s company, no strings, no hassles, no sex, doesn’t care what they look like etc etc because he just wants a woman who will hang out with him, help him pick out clothes, be his plus one for work events….. help him spend his money and keep him from eating out alone type shit.

That’s been up for 3 weeks. He had 6 women message him, 3 non date dates and each one of those ended up on his cock. More then that, each one had to make the 1st move as TR did nothing sexual. Whore #1 paid for supper and while walking to her car after supper, she moved in, open mouth kissed him and put her hand on his junk. Whore #2 meet him at a dive bar, they each bought a couple of rounds and decided to hit up a different bar. On the short walk over, she asked if he wanted to see her tattoo, whipped out one of her tits and moved into to kiss him. Whore #3 meet him at his place, they drank 3 bottles of wine eat some pizza hut delivered chicken wings and she took off her shirt and climbed on his lap.

Women don’t ever want to be just friends.

Making of a pua

TR is a long term friend of mine. By long term I mean we have known each other for damn near our whole lives. Way back in the day, he was the kind of guy girls were supposed to want. Decent looking, fun, respectful, church going, not prone to over indulging but no prude either, careful with his money, level headed, big hearted….. all that shit that doesn’t count for much but bitches say they want. We both joined the Army together, we each spent some time in the same Ranger Batt, hell even the same platoon for 3 years until promotions and specialization took us different routes. He got busted up, re-classed into aviation and got out. Then his marriage fell apart and onto the open market he went. And he did pretty well. Took him maybe 3 months to adjust to his new fiscal situation and then he went a courting. Lesser alpha/ greater beta sort of well, never going long without finding an age appropriate 6/7 to settle into an ltr with. And every one of the bitches walked. One chick walked around The 10 month mark she his small business collapsed. The max was 18 months or so. Which was his most recent. One week he is the best man and lover she has known, taking her semi autistic son camping and 4 wheeling, telling him she loves it when he comes in her etc etc and next week (when she went back to college) she is flaking on him left and right. When he called her on it she did all the typical shit, I will always love you baby but I don’t want to be hurt, then she wanted more attention, then she wanted to go out more…… good bye baby I will always love you etc etc.

What a cunt. We all know she meet a bigger better deal. Or her friends not liking him took a toll but that shit about always loving him forever is pure bullshit. If she was capable of doing that she wouldn’t have walked. And that line is what pissed him off. Girls come and go and he knows within a week he’ll be back out and fucking a new chick but the lies add up. Soooo he used her toothbrush to clean his dogs teeth, packed up her shit, told her to pick it all up and went out. From break up to fucking a 5 in 4 hours or less on a Wednesday night.

For the now TR is done being nice to women. How long it will last is anyone’s guess but this shit adds up and is slow to fade. Like I said, I have known TR my whole life. He was never particularly hard hearted but he is now. This past weekend he went out on a blind date. Friends set him up with a rather attractive girl 2 years older then him who still had a flat belly and a decent ass with an ok rack . He had a good time and asked the girl if they could do it again. She said no, I’m 5’9″, wear 3 inch heels and don’t like looking down on my dates. He got up, left her with the bill and went to go find some ass at a bar 2 doors down.

That’s bad ass right there.

I have read small scale debates on whether puas are born or made. My money is on made. Mostly made. No way to really quantify that, it’s all based on observations. I know a few naturals who crushed a lot of ass, then married, some still married some not but the naturals I know have high but not extremely high N counts. Quality women pull them off the market. I know 3 guys who are married with kept women, 2 are older men who wives are over the sex thing but not the high income lifestyle. I know one life time player who was never married. All the other guys I know with high N counts got there because they were high value enough to pull bitches but not so high value the bitches didn’t play games or move on.

Never spend money on them

One of the primary rules of engagement for this here culture of combat dating we live in is…… never spend money on woman. Most men will end up regretting the money spent when he doesn’t get the bang or when they as a couple go their own way. It’s natural to regret the loss of resources invested in a failed venture; money and time are the resources men invest to get laid and have a main bitch. Make the investment as minimal as possible because odds are your deal with her is going to come to an end. That’s the times we are living in and we are less bummed about being out $30 then $300.

One of my employees and his LTR went their own way last night. He is probaly a greater beta/ lesser alpha. Never had much trouble getting a 6 or a 7 ( age adjusted) for an LTR, not really out there smashing ass left and right either. Any rate, he had been seeing this one girl for about a year now. Fucked her the 1st week they meet, settled into couplehood pretty quickly and they were doing all right together. No fighting, good sex, couple of long weekends together, lots of Netflix and chill cheap dates on his Harley etc etc.

In every life there is some trouble. My employee has it stacked up right now. His weldimg shop folded, leaving him with buiness debt, potential lawsuits and tax troubles. His girl stood firm. Then his pregnant daughter moved in to his place cutting into the time he can spend with his main bitch and now this week he found out his ex wife is taking him to court over back alimony.

It all got to be to much for the girl and she broke things off via text message. No drama, no hard feelings, is what it is kind of deal. What my friend regerts is the money spent on her. Which wasn’t a lot. He paid for the road trips, he paid for most meals out and the last few months he had been paying her cellphone bill. She never demanded those things, he never minded and she never bitched when he couldn’t afford to take them out or what have you. More then anything she wanted his time…… The kind of girl folks say you should vet for

But now she is gone and my employee could really use the 2-3 grand he spent on her/ their relationship. The money wasn’t a hard ship and he makes close to double her income. He enjoyed the road trips, he enjoyed the meals out and the occasional movie and he wanted to help her out by paying her cellphone bill. None of that is wrong per say but it all demonstrates a lack of wisdom

As a man, it’s your job to understand romantic relationships are transitory things. When shit goes sideways what I hear men regert is lost opportunities to bang another chick, loss of time and money spent. Personally I think my employee paid about as little money possible to have a decent looking, kind hearted girl in his bed for a year. He never acted like a bitch, never played the simp but he regrets the money spent.

Romantic relationships are transitory things. Don’t do shit, don’t spend money or time you will later regert. Don’t skip that fishing trip with your buddies, don’t skip that ride, don’t lead with your wallet,don’t make major changes or accommodations to suit her, dont give yourself a laundry list of shit to regert latter.

My friend didn’t have anything to regret expect the most recent weekend he paid for. That ain’t bad
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Rumor is at one point Girl#1 sent me an its over text. I don’t recall it but like the girl from up above, my then legal troubles were getting to her but apparently I responded with a see you at 0800 Saturday for our ride and come Saturday there she was, in her drive way waiting for me to show up so we could ride. Kind of funny but maybe something to try if some chick tries to soft next you.

I love this shit

There is nothing in this world like a Harley. My metric bikes are fine machines but they lack the vibration, sound and feel of a Harley. Harleys are heart and soul, flesh and blood in chrome and steel,your best friend and 1st love… with you mile after mile, day in, day out… she love you long time and that soul is universally felt in men across the globe

Alpha in music from the gash’s point of view

 

Hate Myself For Loving You”

Midnight, gettin’ uptight, where are you?
You said you’d meet me, now it’s quarter to two
I know I’m hangin’ but I’m still wantin’ you
Hey Jack, it’s a fact they’re talkin’ in town
I turn my back and you’re messin’ around
I’m not really jealous, don’t like lookin’ like a clown
I think of you ev’ry night and day
You took my heart then you took my pride away

I hate myself for loving you
Can’t break free from the things that you do
I wanna walk but I run back to you
That’s why I hate myself for loving you
Ow! Uh

Daylight, spent the night without you
But I’ve been dreamin’ ’bout the lovin’ you do
I’m over being angry ’bout the hell you put me through
Hey, man, bet you can treat me right
You just don’t know what you was missin’ last night
I wanna see you begging, say forget it just for spite
I think of you ev’ry night and day
You took my heart and you took my pride away

I hate myself for loving you
Can’t break free from the the things that you do
I wanna walk but I run back to you
That’s why I hate myself for loving you
Ow! Huh

I think of you ev’ry night and day
You took my heart and you took my pride away

I hate myself for loving you
Can’t break free from the things that you do
I wanna walk but I run back to you
That’s why I hate myself for loving you

I hate myself for loving you
Can’t break free from the the things that you do
I wanna walk but I run back to you
That’s why I hate myself for loving you

I hate myself for loving you
I hate myself for loving you
I hate myself for loving you
I hate myself
I hate myself for loving you

http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/joanjettandtheblackhearts/ihatemyselfforlovingyou240782.html

In the intrest of full disclosure, Joan Jett use to make my motor run something ferice

Red Pill music

 

 

Ladies Love Outlaws”

Bessie was a lovely child from west Tennessee
Leroy was an outlaw wild as a mink
One day she saw him starin’ and it chilled her to the bone
And she knew she had to see that look on a child of her own.

‘Cause ladies love outlaws like babies love stray dogs
Ladies touch babies like a banker touches gold
And outlaws touch the ladies
Somewhere deep down in their soul.

Linda was a lady blonde and built to last
Benny was a no good guitar picker runnin’ from his past
She heard all of his songs tellin’ nothin’ but bad news
But she made her mind up to try to get him win or lose.

Ladies love outlaws like babies love stray dogs
Ladies touch babies like a banker touches gold
And outlaws touch the ladies
Somewhere deep down in their soul.

Jessi like the Cadillacs and diamonds on her hands
Waymore had a reputation as a ladie’s man
Late one night a light of love finally gave a sign
Jessi parked her Cadillac and took her place in line.

‘Cause ladies love outlaws like babies love stray dogs
Ladies touch babies like a banker touches gold
And outlaws touch the ladies
Somewhere deep down in their soul.

Ladies love outlaws like babies love stray dogs
Ladies touch babies like a banker touches gold
And outlaws touch the ladies
Somewhere deep down in their soul…

Prepping for a road trip

I’ve been home for to long. To many nights sleeping in a bed is bad for the soul. The road is calling. The solitude is calling. Wind burn, sunburn, the cold, the rain…. the desire to see just one more mile of road, to see what’s around the next curve, to find that perfect spot to camp for the night…

Heading out on a bike for a few weeks isn’t a trek to the Artic Circle, but it does take some planning. Most folks plan routes. I don’t cotton to such things myself. Lest wise not most trips. I have an agenda in mind but no time line. I’m headed South. I want to hit Miami to meet up with a potential business partner, then I’ll run down to the Keys to link up with a dude from my Ranger Batt days. After that? Who fucking knows? I’ll figure it out as we go. We? Me and my Lady Pit will be on the road for 2-3 weeks.

I don’t know how many bike trips I’ve done, so this is routine for me. What will be new is taking the dog and the side car. Oh, and the bike is relatively new to me. I’ve put about 2500 miles on her. It’s an ’09 Electra Glide, 96″ motor, 6 speed transmissio, a 6 gallon tank, I bought it a few months ago just for the trip. I picked this bike because she is stock, which means less vibration, which means less mechanical problems, less fatigue and no searching for aftermarket parts in strange towns when I run into mechanical problems. I wanted an 09 or newer for a few features. 6 speed transmission for one. The 6 gallon tank extends my saddle time between fill ups, an extra concern with this trip because of the weight of the dog and side car. The 96″ motor gives good power and the extra weight hasn’t caused the power plant to struggle at highway speeds. This is also the year Harley made some changes to reduce engine heat. It breaks well, and withought the side car, handles better then my 04. I also wanted stock exhaust. Makes it easier on my doggies hearing, and noise can increase fatigue. I’m feeling my age and the little things adds up these days.

The interwebz has a lot of pre-trip checklists so I won’t speak on that much. Same thing with toolkits, but have one and do the other. Start with fresh tires, breaks and oil. Well not to fresh, but more then 200 miles on them, and hopefully most of those miles on one run. I don’t require a lot of personal gear, I’ve done coast to coast trips with a sleeping bag, tooth brush and ridding leathers. I do carry a fair amount of gear for the bike.

One of the nice things about owning a Harley is options. In this case luggage options. There are kits that will let you get the maximum use out of the limited space in your saddle bags. Use them. I carry a fairly extensive tool kit; with the right aftermarket tool bags they all fit into what would have been dead space in the saddle bags. I also have 2 one gallon fuel cans that also tuck into some not very useful space in the saddle bags. I always carry two quarts of oil, a small bottle of break fuild, Marvin’s Mysrty oil, octane boost, wd40, duct tape and a shit ton of zipties plus three different ways to repair tires along with two ways to inflate my tires. Method #1 is an electric airpump you can pick up at Napa. I have a hand full of air cartridges that you screw into the val stem, takes a couple per tire, but they can get the job done.

I’ll still have room in the saddle bags for my leathers and some water.

I… not sure what you would call them but I have a set of bags designed to sit on top of the saddle bags. I love those things. They are super easy to get on and off the bike and I can get all I need for short trips/ non camping trips into those two bags. Couple of quick releases, they come right off and are easy to carry into the hotel. Toothbrush, couple pair of socks, maybe a clean shirt, sun screen, spare glasses, gloves, long sleeve shirt… all the small things you like to have easy access to while your on the road. You can also fit rain gear in them if your a pussy and use those types of things.sisoursly though, lots of folks love rain great and it’s smart to keep it handy, I have never liked rain gear and would rather put my leathers on. This trip will be mostly camping and everything I want in the tent will be in those bags.

Lots of folks have touring packs/ trunks on their glides. I dislike them for several reasons. I go old school, a nice tall sissy bar, bags and zip ties. These days I have some luggage designed to be used/ strapped to the sissy bar. This is where all the camping stuff and a full face helmet goes.

As a rule, I hate helmets, but a full face helmet is nice to have when it rains. It’s winter time in the South, so I will for sure get rained on. Which is why my socks and what not will be in zip lock bags. Same with the box of spare ammo and mags for my XDM. I’ll also take some under armor in case it gets cold, 2 sets of gloves, hand/ foot warmers and a spare pair of boots

The main topic I wanted to address is camping gear. There is some cool camping shit out there but storage space is limited on a bike, you have the shit you would like to have with you like a towel and a bar of soap and you have shit you absolutely need like moonshine and condoms. Weight is an issue as well, and you need to pack all that shit on your bike in such a way you can get to your stuff in a hurry when you need it and in such a way as it doesn’t negatively affect your bikes balance and center of gravity. Camping in cool places is a big deal to me on this trip. I want to do a little fishing, a little drinking and a lot of sitting around the fire drinking, grilling and singing Johnny Cash songs with my dog so on top of the stuff you need like a tent and a sleeping bag, I want to bring a fishing pole, camping stool, hatchet and some cooking gear.

I’m not going to tell you what gear to buy but I am going to tell you a group of people who have successfully solved the camping gear vs size and weight problem

Backpackers have all that shit figured out. Light weight sleeping bags, light weight tents, stoves, cooking gear, dishes…. they sell all that shit and for less money then the places selling motorcycle gear.

Also I recommend a 2 man tent for the extra space and sleeping bag good to 20F with a poncho liner for extra weight. Saves you money and space and between the 3 things you’ll stay pretty warm even when it’s balls cold

Sell me on….

Saving Western Civilization

Another pretty typical man up and marry some bitch to save Western Civilization diatribe is making the rounds, and as is typical their marketing sucks ass. As in it is all sreech and no sales pitch. It and the comment section is filled with the typical feminist and posturing beta shaming attacks. Pretty boring shit; mgtow are genetic dead ends, they’re fags, pussies, defeatist etc etc.

Let’s face it, there is some percentage of men who could never marry under any social climate(which does not merit our ridicule)but I reckon the majority of mgtow probably could pull  a bride. The issue is could they pull a girl decent enough to offset the various risks. Asking that question is smart pool. The Bible tells us a lot of things. One is a wise man counts the cost before setting on a course of action. The Bible praises prudence and fools rush in where angles fear to tread.  Another bit of Godly  wisdom is….its better to live outdoors then with a bitch. Genetic dead-end, fag, pussy…. not much there to motivate the mgtow men on the bubble. And nothing there to offset legitimate concerns

Of course hit pieces like that are not about challenging and elevating men; they are about rallying the feminist/ tradcon troops, keeping them fired up to feed the meat grinder

Now on to this saving Western Civilization bidness…. my question is why?

The value in Western Civilization is directly propionate to its ability to ensure and protect the rights, property and faith of individual God fearing White men. Western Civilization is only worthy of protection and preservation to the extent it does those three things. Doing those 3 things allowed White men to create unparalleled advances in science, technology, wealth and art. To name a few. Beautiful art; music, sculpture, paintings… words…. all inspiring and elevating men, life saving medical advances… air conditioning…. those are not the purposes of Western Civilization but subset benefits to ensuring an individual White man’s rights, property and faith.

Does Western Civilization do any such things these days? Has it done any such in the last 3 generations? Or more? No says I… yes lots of new things in the science and technology but no to the rest. For me, a civilization that creates new gadgets doesn’t off set killing it’s unborn

As I have said before, civilization is a crutch, it gives women and weak men skirts to hide behind. It also gives unscrupulous men the ability to fleece honest men by the millions… never mind. I can on for sometime on that one

Also most men cannot grasp concepts like Western Civilization. You have to give them missions that hit close to home. That line will be relevant in a bit

When I do the math, I cannot see the value in preserving Western Civilization. It no longer serves its purpose or its masters. The bill will come due one day, and proping up a dying system only delays the day of reckoning which jacks up the bill

I don’t know when the wheels will fall off, I don’t know when the debt will be called in, I don’t know what, if anything, will replace it. Nor is it my concern

I want to preserve people, my people, my blood kin, the Ton progeny, my extended family, my brothers from my army days, my employees and in the big picture, Southern Whites, then kind of sort of White folks in general. The closer to home whatever you want to persevere is, the easier it is to plan for

the Ton Life priority of fires is short and sweet

Right relationship with the Almighty. I have various bits of paper from the Army saying I am a certified bad ass. I am nothing compared to Him who made me. It is only right to acknowledge those who are greater then us.

Making money. Money is the most useful tool you will ever have.  And by make money  I don’t mean having a job. You need to own assets. You will always make more money having employees then you will being an employee. In this world you are either a pimp making money off his ho’s and their tricks, a ho making money off tricks for your pimp, or a trick giving your money to the ho so she can give it to her pimp. It’s better to be a ho then a trick and it’s better yet to be a pimp

Next is your Frame, your reputation, masculine pride…. your mental, emotional, strength, toughness  and abilities.  It requires more brain power and balls to be the master of your own destiny then it does to be a worker been. Trust me. Any military or small business man will tell you that. And you need Game. Soical skills are an important aspect of your frame, reputation and standing among men

Number 4 is your ability to commit violence. This is about your physical strength and toughness. Which you won’t have if you are not mentally and emotionally tough.  This is about how good you are with a gun, how quick your fists are, how cunning and ruthless you can be… and knowing when to be ruthless, cunning and violent

Did you notice what isn’t on the list? Know why they aren’t there? It’s because you can not have those things on your own accord without getting those 4 things in order.

Life for a man will fall into place once he’s about 80% in each of those 4 things. Once you in that Grove, you stop worrying about how society or women or the government fucks up your life. You don’t worry so much about staying on top or losing a round or two because you know you can bounce back. You rely on yourself and your own resources vs needing the protections of far away concepts like Western Civilization

Freedom, Firepower and FuckYeah “(c) 2016 Ton’s Place” ….. The Ton life bitches

The Ton Life is a life long quest for Freedom, Firepower and FuckYeah! (FFPFY) “(c) 2016 Ton’s Place”. … ie Bikes, Booze, Brawls and Bitches. In that order but men age and things change….

What is Freedom, FirePower and FuckYeah! ? FFPFY is the masculine life taken to its limits, the rush men feel when living an unrepentant, unapologetic life of unreconstructed masculine Frame. It’s that combination high of testosterone and adrenaline as you knee drag your 1st corner, pull your 1st big deadlift, land that trophy bass…. it is fleeting and addicting, pushing you toward knee dragging the next corner.’  FFPFY is being fully alive vs the mass of living dead seen shuffling around you. It’s also the only addiction worth having and I reckon all other addictions are a proxy high for the adrenaline/ testosterone combo. Addictions to pussy, booze, pills or cards leave men broken, hollow and shambling around in the same living dead condition as the zombies on Walking Dead or that sparky who lives three doors down.  Addiction to  testosterone and adrenaline may very well lead to a broken body and a short life, but it gives your kids great ways to brag about their Old Man and you damn sure won’t be hollow inside.

Freedom the absence of necessity, coercion, or constraint in choice or action

the quality or state of being exempt or released usually from something onerous               <freedom from care>

the quality of being frank, open, or outspoken

boldness of conception or execution

unrestricted use

Now that’s some scary shit if you are a bitch ( either the kind with a gash or dude without balls). Men doing what they want? Cannot have that. They might drink a little to much, spend some time mudding around their favorite fishing hole, refuse to wear a seat belt or helmet… hell they might even smoke in public and not work those extra 400 hours a year to support some ungrateful bitch I mean loving wife. He might just smoke a little weed, lose some money at cards, not be heard from for three days because his dog is better company then his old lady and kids or because the deer stand more fulfilling then some bullshit job. His employer might have to make a little less money off him, Madison Avenue might not be able to con him into buying shit he doesn’t need, church pews might be a little less full and the man hating preacher out of simps to AMOG, the government might have to do with a little less tax revenue and banks might have to make a little less off their usury…. and bold open non politically correct language might hurt someones wittle feelings…. O the humanity

Sounds an awful like they hate your Freedom because you might choose not to live a life of soft slavery.

FirePower is the military capability to direct force at an enemy…… Firepower involves the whole range of potential weapons. The concept is generally taught as one of the three key principles of modern warfare wherein the enemy forces are destroyed or have their will to fight negated by sufficient and preferably overwhelming use of force as a result of combat operations.

Through the ages firepower has come to mean offensive power applied from a distance……is thus something employed to keep enemy forces at a range where they can be defeated in detail or sapped of the will to continue.

Best definition I’ve read in a while right there but for our purposes a Man’s FirePower isn’t only about the gun in his pocket(though you better have one). It’s about his Frame, the strength of his mind and his iron will.( read G Gordon Liddy’s book Will) A man who values his Freedom doesn’t want to live that life of soft slavery. A man with FirePower will resits that soft slavery. He’ll ignore the shaming language and the man up rants. He won’t be cowed by his boss, he won’t give a fuck what the so called elites have to say, He won’t tip his hat and say yes sir to some petty tyrant with a badge

FuckYeah! isn’t simply an expression of defiance, or a quite resignation toward a job that needs doing. It’s a a statement of excitement. It’s not simply a willingness to engage in risky behavior, or to rebel for the sake of smashing shit. It is a statement full of joy and lust for the challenges ahead. It is not “let’s do this”; it is “let’s roll ’cause this shit makes my cock hard”

It’s difficult to control men who are hooked on testosterone fueled Freedom, FirePower and FuckYeah……resistant to manipulation, difficult to control, difficult to predict, primal and bordering on the feral….. which is why nice guys, the nanny state and women fear it.. Want to know why they beat the masculinity out of little boys? It’s because they fear he’ll grow into a man, unbowed, unyielding, wild, free and dangerous.  Weak men and women are driven by fear and their need to control life around them to offset their fear.

Don’t let the bitches win; don’t let them turn you or your son or the dudes in your crew into bitches.

This post fueled by moonshine, homemade muscadine wine and the two sexy ass bitches singing in my shower