Category Archives: masculinity

Self-sucfiency, Jack of all trades… ie being a man in a world full of Mancy’s

Cill got me to thinking, dangerous pastime, I know, about how men who were not raised up by traditionally masculine men can address their condition and improve their standing among men.

Being good at being a man entails being as independent as possible and reasonable… ie self-sufficient. It is unrealistic for all men to be good at all things, but most men should and can be reasonably good with their hands. A good stiff jab, a hard straight right hand, a wicked hook, a better upper cut, the ability to repair most shit around the house, to keep your rides tuned and road worthy and the ability  to get yourself out of a bind when your ride doesnt behave isn’t an unreasonable skill set to have and will do much to up your man score.

Nor do these things require a massive investment of time, energy and other resources. Lestwise not when you factor in the return on your investment. Basic plumbing class at the local community college is $85. A turd herder will charge you $40-$60 to come out and replace the inner workings of your shitter. Which takes…. 20 minutes & a $20 kit from Lowe’s. Need to replace the seal between your shitter and floor? That’s going to run you over a hondo for a $15 seal. Spark chasers will charge you $25 to replace a $2.50 outlet. Most HAVAC problems are simple as hell if you know a few tricks, go learn those tricks…. $105 at my local community college.  Knowing a tad bit about automobiles will save you time and money, bring you a sense of accomplishment, and keep you from getting fucked over by the slimy versions of mechanics on the big jobs. Hell the school has a 6 week class focused on repairing common mechanical problems with your car on the side of the road.

Knowing how to do these things, even at a rudimentary level, will bring you standing among men and women. As much as popular culture likes to run down these old school markers of traditional masculinity, the world still responses well to traditionally masculine men.  Imagine discussing your weekend plans and how bad ass it will sound when you tell the chumps you are building a deck while they go shopping with their wives…let those bitches hold sone bitch’s purse. You got man shit to do.  Imagine the sense of accomplishment and pride as you learn to rely on yourself more and other men less.

Especially  you nerdy office drone types.

20 minutes from Camp Ton Costal is my county’s community college where you can learn to weld, learn to do those basic repairs to your house, car/ truck, boat or bike. You can learn to sew, learn to cook, learn to make beer, learn to ride a bike, fix a bike and how to do the same things but on boats. Hell you can also learn to fly, do shit with computers, take photographs and get help creating a buiness plan and start your own bidness

Go forth and learn some cool shit and go do said cool shit.

Paying the cost to be the boss

 

Paying The Cost To Be The Boss”

You act like you don’t want to listen
When I’m talking to you
You think you outta do baby
Anything you wanna do
You must be crazy baby
You just gotta be outta your mind
As long as I’m payin’ the bills woman
I’m payin’ the cost to be the bossI’ll drink if I want to
And play a little poker too
Don’t you say nothing to me
As long as I’m taking care of you
As long as I’m workin baby
And payin’ all the bills
I don’t want no mouth from you
About the way I’m supposed to live
You must be crazy woman
Just gotta be outta your mind
As long as I foot the bills
I’m payin’ the cost to be the boss

Now that you got me
You act like you ashamed
You don’t act like my woman
You just usin’ my name
I tell you I’m gonna have all the money
And I don’t want no back-talk
Cause if you don’t like the way I’m doin’
Just pick up your things and walk
You gotta be crazy baby
You must be outta your mind
As long as I’m payin’ the bills woman
I’m payin’ the cost to be the boss

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That’s old school man thinking right there, and it still keeps the bitches damp in the panties.
I see the same guys in the man o sphere struggling with the same stuff. Some guys have been dumping their purse on us for so long I no longer give a damn what happens to to them. Some guys are 2 steps forward, 1 step back, others 1 step forward, 2 steps back.
Do you know how the typical guy wins a bar fight? It ain’t no fancy pants Asian dance moves. He steps forward and keeps swinging, no matter how many times he gets punched in the face and he keeps at it until the other guy breaks.
Life is a bar brawl. I love these guys who keep going forward no matter how hard life punches them in the face. They are paying the cost to be the boss. I despies these guys who keep dumping their purse on us, going no where, expecting us to be their life long emotional tampon.
These guys in the thick of life’s bar brawl, these magnificent losers are going to win. Maybe they won’t have money in the bank and a string of 20 year old hotties in their bed but they be men worthy of the name as long as they keep brawling, doing what they can to live on their terms, dominating the world and people around them

Intelligence and tingles

For whatever vagaries of life, intelligence and tingles seems to have come up rather frequently. Mostly in comment sections, and mostly men bitching that women prefer less intelligent men, followed up with some speculation less intelligent men being easier for women to manipulate.

Betas should be very careful in how they word things as generally speaking, such bitching just makes them look like bitches. Any experienced man will be able to tell the difference between wondering about a topic and bitching. Anything close to bitching about bitches will have bitches labeling you as a bitch in nanoseconds.

Chicks dig masculinity. If you display your intelligence in a masculine manner, chicks will dig you. If you display your intelligence through nerd culture or lecturing regular folks about shit they don’t care about you’ll come across as beta, dorky or pretentious…. maybe all 3.  The smartest guy I know likes to lecture Star War nerds on why the science stuff in Star Wars is pure bullshit…..Yup he has to pay for pussy.

My grandfather had a PhD in physics. Way back when the atom still needed splitting, super nerds were working on that and my maternal grandfather was leading a Ranger platoon on D-Day. After that he became a rocket scientist. No shit. His area was guidance systems. In his days, most smart guys grew up on a farm. They had masculine bodies, masculine hands, masculine hobbies ( mine was into killing deer and hot rods) and mostly like had killed some kruts or japs… mine was apparently better at logistics and intell stuff.

Yes he was a math nerd but he also killed deer and duck when he got the chance, fixed all the shit around the house, built his own motors for his hot rods, witnessed a shit ton of nuclear tests and at work, the nerds built and installed the guidance systems. No farming out the grunt work

He was also a hard drinker, gambler and ladies man. In his younger days.

Today’s smart guys tend to be the biggest pussies imaginable. That’s on top of how soft most men seem to be in general. Also what you as a smart guy find intresting might not be of intrests to other folks around you. Especially women.

If you are an intelligent man and struggling with women, take an honest look at your life, hobbies and how you present yourself. That’s what’s holding you back. Not how smart you are.

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

Cut off and happy

I loved watching the storm last night. I opened all three French doors, pulled the recliner over, grabbed a bottle of apple wine, put my Lady Pit in my lap and settled in. The Girls slid up next to me before long.

I am, at this moment, physically cut off from the rest of the world. Its a good feeling. The road that takes us from my little sliver of the inter-coastal waterways to the main land is under water. Not sure how deep, don’t much care, but it’s a couple hundred feet wide. Don’t much care about that either. If I did, I’d put my kayak in the water and find out the depth, maybe find the road under the water, mark the path and drive my truck into town. If driving to town is posdible. Doesn’t seem to be much of a current but if there was, it woukd only take me to town. Which I am happy enough to be separated from.

It’s a peaceful easy feeling. We lost power some time back. Made our inlet nice and quiet. Of sorts. The storm was noisy, but there is no hum from the refrigerator either. I have a generator. Haven’t used it yet. I am enjoying the sounds of nature, family and my neighbors to much. Maybe I’ll crank it up when I run out of ice. Yeti coolers are money, so maybe I won’t run out of ice.

I was up early as I always am and the 1st thing I noticed (beyond the Hell jounds and the Girls) was the silence. No wind, no rain, no sound from the refrigerator. Quick check of the house while Girl glares and my Lady Pit bounces around. Neither would go out for the bathroom in the rain. Ton Spawn was sleeping in, the storm kept him up, the house was intact.

The water is high, maybe 5 ft, right at the edge of our retaining wall and over lapping my dock. We use to be surrounded by wet lands. To our front, the river/ bay, ocean and one of our larger and more popular barrier island. Which i am sure did its protecting us from the wind and storm surge. On the other three sides was wet lands and a road. Now  they are under Lord only knows how much water. I climbed up to the roof/ bbq area of my boat shed and checked out my street. We all did well. The one tree in my street, happens to be in my yard, fell. Ground was to wet to hold it, and it fell across the street. Not much of a tree or obstacle but since you can’t really drive around it now, it needed to be #1 on my to do list. Our little road was cut, and since no one was hurt, or in immediate danger, restoring our high speed avenues of approach became the priorty #1.

I love the silence. We are always quiet,  but this morning it was silent. I wanted to keep it going so I used a pocket saw instead of a chain saw. Made two cuts, which made three peices of tree and cleared the road. A short walk took me tout the next obstacle. Water. The road was cut at the community boat ramp. Not much one can do about that so I turned around and walked back.

And I do have power of sorts. Couple solar panels, couple of deep cycle marine batteries and we have been keeping our phones and tablets fully charged. Could do the same with either the truck or the SUV, but I haven’t cranked either. My neighbors have. In fact the guy at the far end of the road has a small generator going. I hear it occasionally and he came by to let us know we could stash food in his freezer, charge our phones etc. Which we took advantage of. The food storing.

He laughed when I told  him I had a generator but wasn’t using it. They all think I am crazier then a shit house rat but seem to enjoy my company any which way

I did cook for everyone earlier today. By God’s good graces we don’t have much clean up to do. Us even less because I stashed most of our stuff. Nothing major, burgers and dogs, some chicken and fish. Stuff we needed to cook before it went bad. I cooked, kept an eye on some older kids and drank slightly chilled homemade wine while they all worked.

One of the other guys tried to AMOG me.  Some lame joke about me cooking and baby sitting. I laughed, said I didn’t want to break a nail and took a long pull off my bottle of wine. Amature. There he was picking up various bits of debris,  there I was enjoying myself, grilling, drinking and watching the kids and dogs run.

It’s a pretty good life

Truly we are blessed

Life is funny. I could tell the road being cut bothered some people. A quick plan, made up on the fly settled them down. Overt displays of masculine confidence and mastery over the world around you always settles the bitches. Of both sexes. The Girls slid up next to me after the ad-hoc meeting. Daddy likes

All the shit I have on hand for emergencies and I’m not really using any of it. It’s been a very mild disaster for us. More like camping at home. I could be bossier, but why?

I had some regular non treated 2×4’s stashed in the rafters of my garage. A little work with a hand saw and now we have some fire wood. I invited the neighborhood over, all 5 families but not sure any will show up.

Almost everything amuses me. This storm hasn’t been any different on that front. Was interesting watching the Betas be stoic and sort of flippant about the storm. Good, strong  family men. Yeoman worthy of the tittle. The kids have had a blast. My Lady Pit has run wild today because there is no place for her to run off to now that we are a mini island. She has knocked all the kids down at least once. On purpose each time. Girl hasn’t left Ton Spawn or the Girls alone. She sticks to them like glue these days.  I can tell the other dudes wives are happy. Their men were right, no need to evacuate, they can now rest in the strength and decsion making skills of their man. Lest for a few days.

Everyone enjoyed that feeling you get when things are better in the morning. I could tell they all took pride and enjoyment out of cleaning up after the storm, pride and enjoyment in the various clever tricks they came up with to over come the obstacles of having no power, running water and what not. Plus the shared experience of sheltering in place

Time to go put sauce on the chicken and check my trout line before it’s fire pit, wine and pitching woo time

I know many folks are suffering right now, but the Lord was kind to me and mine last night.

Y’all take care now

 

Family joke, serious economic thinking

 

Well, I mighta’ been born just poor white trash
But I sold a million records; made a little cash
The doctors and the lawyers don’t think it funny
That they’re living next door to white trash with money

Read more: Confederate Railroad – White Trash With Money Lyrics | MetroLy

We were out on our dock, bbq’ing, swimming, drinking a little wine, setting off fireworks, being to lazy you put the boat in the water… enjoying a little family time when that song came on the iPod. Ms Dumb but Sweet laughed and said something like “Daddy, this should be your theme song”, before turning it up and dancing like a loon. She is my joy and yeah…. not funny in the retelling, but we all chuckled at the time. Expect Ton Spawn. He almost never laughs or smiles.

She was funny in the moment, as she normally is, but her observation is false. Not the born poor White trash part, or the making a little money part but we don’t live next to doctors or lawyers. We pretty much live next to blue collar sorts.

All the houses around us are on a lake, deep, clear clean water. No high speed motorboats allowed. Everyone has a lake view. Way more trees then people. 5.5 mile round trip walking trail, mostly river front, takes you to another lake community. Trees and ridge lines separate us from the rest of the world. A little shack, and old man with a glock keeps out the rift raft. MostIy the houses are 2400 sqft and up, no lot under 1/3 an acer. Hell the cheap condos go for 180k.

The beach house is on the inter-coastal, 7 houses in a row. All with our own dock, boat lift, boat house, and personal boat ramp. Houses vary a lot more but terrain dictates a lot. We all have those stilt houses. Lots are perfect rectangles, 6 out if the 7 are 1/2 acers of flat grass. One guy has a pool, we have a mini elevator, fishing clean station, outdoors fresh water shower and a hot tubel Wet lands means no more development around us. It’s only us down there so very little boat or road traffic.

Anyrate, it got me to thinking  ( dangerous pass time I know) but none of my actual neighbors are doctors or lawyers. They come as renters for a week or two(@ the lake resort), many to the same house year after year but my neighbors are construction related business owners. Almost universally. One guy owns some fast food joints, another is a former entertainer, 2 are in real-estate, one dude makes his money off golf…. couple of former CEO’s….. no doctors, no lawyers, but we do have an Ivy leaguer. I even looked through the homeowners association stuff that list all the owners with short bios

I know less about my neighbors at the beach. I avoid the area during the peak season, but love it there in the fall, winter and spring so I am only now logging any serious time there. One is a local, pimping Lord knows what to terrorist… I mean tourists.  One is in good ol’ HVAC,  one does large scale drainage and pipe stuff. Most of my money comes from trucking. Blue collar for 4 out of the 7 of us on that little section of the inter-costal water way. 5 out of the 7 live there full time, family comes and go, seemingly at will, but none of us rent to vacationers.

 

The question is, do lawyers, doctors and the “educated elite” lack the disposable income to be owners? Not that they don’t make enough money, but is their overhead to high? Student loans, keeping up with the jones etc….  Those types of degrees and professions are rather common. You’d think we’d live next to one. The median salary for those gigs aren’t very impressive. Or is it cultural? Do they lack the free time to enjoy owning second homes, making renting a place a few weeks a year the more rational choice? Do they choose more upscale resort type locals?  Making two spererate UMC/  UC americas? And if that is so, does that make america more or less fragmented?  Are they rootless? Enjoying 6 weeks of vacation a year, 2 weeks at a time at a different spot every time vs the family ties building block type deal of owning second homes,  going to the same lake, taking the same boat, to the same couple of spots to catch the same kind of fish, year after year, world without end, amen? Do they choose more urban locations?

None of it particularly important but it got me to thinking

 

 

Two headlines from the current unpleasantness in Charllote

This happened to this man

https://mobile.twitter.com/LibertarianQn/status/778845840496594944

Because he was unarmed

 

This man drove right through the bullshit, unharmed because he was armed

 

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3801796/He-allowed-drive-away-alive-White-motorist-armed-GUN-filmed-driving-slowly-crowd-protesters-Charlotte.html

 

Get a fucking gun, keep it on you at all times or enjoy your cultural enrichment