Combat Vwts never drink alone. Everyday is Memorial Day and our brothers who crossed the Jordan are never far from our thoughts.
I hate this country. I hate this day. Neither have been worth the price paid.
Combat Vwts never drink alone. Everyday is Memorial Day and our brothers who crossed the Jordan are never far from our thoughts.
I hate this country. I hate this day. Neither have been worth the price paid.
1st a warning. No vagina driven replies in the comment section. Any damn thing that sounds like blubbering will be deleted and the commentor blocked. Same goes for the lame racist counter argument.
It is my uneducated opinion that PTSD is a mostly manufactured problem. It’s a gold mine for the VA which any more is nothing but a job program for black chicks and a giant welfare/ transfer payment scheme for black veterans. When you walk into a VA hospital every ground and mid level flunky you meet is a black chick and they are horrible to White vets. You can watch a healthy black dude walk to the front of a line while White men missing body parts wait to get the privilege of being shitted on by the 1st layer of VA staff flunkies.
Did you know fire alarms have the magical ability to make men walk again? Sure as sure gets they do. While back I took a friend, AB, to one of his VA appointments. AB is fucked in the head. An IED rattled his CPU so hard he was seeing shit that wasn’t there for weeks. Medically retried, 100% disabled, they made his old lady turn in his firearms before they let him go home type of brain damage. Any rate we’re in the waiting room, shooting the shit when someone pulled a fire alarm. That fire alarmed cured about 80 black dudes as they left their canes, walkers, chairs etc behind and took off for the parking lot. AB looked over at the only fella still there, a legless White guy in his middle 30’s, says to him “reckon you ain’t faking so we’ll get you out of here”.
That’s an extrem example but you can sit in the VA hospital parking lot and watch guys hobble out to their truck, then quickly toss their cane into the truck bed and hop up into the cab. One VA doctor I was bullshiting with told me he got in trouble for looking out his window to see how well men moved around when no one was watching. See the black VA admin boss said he was being racist and denying too many claims from blacks. Being Hindu he didn’t initially understand how the game is played but apparently it is mostly blacks who get jammed up with faking disability claims and dats racist and shit.
And it is a game. Spend enough time around black folk for them to get comfortable around you and you will hear them brag about how they faked this, that or the other thing to get money out of the government. It’s a skill they take pride in and they are quick to ridicule anyone who doesn’t want to take advantage of the system. Failing to fake a disability and get dat free money makes you a sucker
The fraud is unfucking real and PTSD is th perfect tool to exploit the system and reallocate resources to black veterans as it doesn’t come with measurable results like how bad your lungs maybe be, nor does it carry much in the way of social stigma. Say the right couple of lines and here’s your PTSD VA money. How bad is the PTSD scam? I know two lady marines ( i repete myself i kmow) getting 80% because the scary stories of deployments scared them before they ever fucking deployed. Neither deployed, both had office type jobs, both 80% disabled according to the VA. To be fair, blacks are more fragile then Whites, with way more systematic health problems but it’s time to go to an all White military if blacks are so fragile office work gets them an 80% disability rating…. $1556.13 tax free money a month…. more if they have kids and are married…… for life
Let’s be honest too. The VA loves this scam. It keeps their budget high and tons of low skilled workers employed. Not to mention how many low skilled college educated folks like sociology and psychology majors rely on the scam. Hell the VA is so fired up for the PTSD scam they told me I was fucked in the head because I ain’t fucked in the head. And there ain’t no higher VA disability rating then the one given to me for the measurable physical damage but tagging me with that label means more money for the VA and more money for those in on the scam.
There are deeper social trends driving the PTSD train as well. We all know modern society practically worships victims. PTSD is how you make strong men into victims. Hell half of what is now called PTSD was just old school masculine WASP behaviour not long ago so yes part of the PTSD party is a contuination of the anti WASP progoganda. A nice thank you gift from all the non WASP’s we let in. Huge fucking mistake on our part
The main way society creates PTSD is by producing pussy ass dudes. Most Vets aren’t the biggest pussies around but most men entering the military aren’t particularly mentally rugged and healthy these days because most people in the USA aren’t. The military is nothing but a cross section of America and whatever is fucked up in the civilian world bleeds over into military life. Most young people are pretty well scared up before they hit the military from all the various soical is we bitch about like divorce, single moms, families with a fuck ton of dysfunction like pills and various forms of child neglect. I know two men who fit this pattern. They were abused pretty good by single moms and step fathers yet their head space and timing problems are labled as PTSD from military service. Kind of sets up a chicken vs egg deal.
What I think fucks up most guys is the anti war stuff. Let’s face it, most men down range aren’t in any particular danger. Most men down range aren’t in kill or be killed situations so having a presidential candidate tell you we’re the real terrorists ain’t a big deal. Ain’t a big deal when the majority of citizens agree with it and elected him President. Living conditions can be tough, hours are long, a lot of its boring as hell and occisonaly a rocket or mortar round comes in. Then it’s funny as hell to watch people over react but the guys on the line face an entirely different life and react to things in an entirely different way. One that has to be lived to understand and there is much joy and satisfaction in it but you also do some morally questionable shit. That’s what war is. It’s life and death, blood and shit and fear and adrenaline rushes and exhaustion beyond belief and it’s a whole lot of shit you shouldn’t ask men to do, but needs to be done any damn way.
And that’s where the anti war shit starts fucking with dudes heads. One of the things I have noticed is my boys from places like Washington state and Michigan seem to have more PTSD type bullshit then my boys from the rural South. Men I never saw back down, never heard much bitching from go home and hear more bullshit like we are the real terrorists and I think it fucks with their head, and I think my boys from leftist strongholds like that hear a lot more from CNN then is healthy. Moral ambiguity might be just fine for usless fucks who vote for Oabma, Hillary Sanders etc all and never pulled the trigger on a tango but once a man has crossed that line, he doesn’t need the mind fuck. He doesn’t need Mrs Obamas bullshit about how mean America is, he doesn’t need Tim Wise the jew bullshit about how inherently evil we are, he doesn’t need the chirping chior of college educated cock suckers joing in and going on about how we did the Indians wrong on thanksgiving. They aint asking for a prade 4 times a year either…. Usless fucks stateside can engage in their endless debates. Don’t cost them a damn thing, but hearing how we’re the bad guy probably takes a toll on the man who did the dirty work down range just so pussies state side can talk up how wonderful and peace loving hajjis are.
Think about it this way; an infantryman is a killer but not a murderer; shit on the legitimacy of killing and you turn him into one.
I say probably because I don’t really know. Nothing I have done down range has caused me to loose sleep. A big failing we have is how we view morality. A friend of mine killed some non combatants because hajjis were using them as a human shield while they brought in more fighters in an attempt to over run a group of Americans. He was giving the persmsion to engage the convoy despite the human shields. It fucked with him despite most likely saving the lives of 12 men. Being a part of the situation has never bothered me because the civilian deaths were on the hajjis for making them part of the battle field. They made the decision to use human shields. Those deaths are on them. Instead of saying that, the leftist world wanted to push the responsibility of their deaths on to us, which has really fucked with my friend
Tldr/ #1 The VA is another version of welfare fraud for black verterans; #2 it’s fucked up to ask a man to go kill and destroy on your behalf then shit on the reasons why you sent him to kill.
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
How do we defeat them?
Support and sustain power of the American Patriarch
Embrace the role of the American Patriarch
Rebuild the family
Restore the culture
Way back when monogamy, Patriarchy, family and culture held the upper hand they all failed as a bulwark against the progressive agenda; why would it work to reverse it? It fucking won’t
That is not a plan of a man worthy of the title. That is the plan of a nice guy who wants to talk big and get likes on his facebook page
Well Ton, mr smartie pants, what is the way to defeat them?
There is one peaceful solution; voluntary dissolution of the union and the relocation of liked minded people. But that shit won’t happen either. damnyankees, jews, women, negroes, taco benders etc all despise liberty, family, faith, culture, tradition and Patriarchy
We either stack the bodies up like cord wood or we will be replaced in the land of our forefathers. Hell the yankees of 1776 have damn near been replaced by the White ethnics/ cheap ; labor they allowed to flood in to man factories.
They are not the people of jefferson’s posterity nor are they allies in regaining what our forefather bequeathed us
No shit, there I was at lunch with some friends. 4 of them. My bidness partner/ mentor JHT, and three men I have known since my Ranger Bat days; one of whom I went on to be extra special with (JB), the other left us to become a pilot, eventually flying Little Birds of the attack sort for the US Army’s Special Operations Aviation Regiment(MW)
Yeah, I have a bidness mentor. The legal bindess thing is new-ish to me and I run most ideas past JHT. JHT is one of the best men to walk the planet since Christ. If all men were like him we wouldn’t need cops, armies, lawyers or locks on our doors. He is a Vietnam vet and saw some serious shit; the kind of shit that makes him a living legend to the men coming up the ranks but he is a humble legend and has refused offers to have his exploits listed in the Airborne and Special-Ops Museum, though I am hoping he will change his mind while his grandkids are still young enough to think he’s cool. Any rate, JHT is also a serious backwoods business man. You’d never tell to look at him but he has made millions over the years in a wide range of businesses. Hillbilly rags to riches story. He doesn’t do much these days–enough to keep busy–but he is a man who knows what’s what.
I know JHT from some hobbies we share and he helped me go legit, turning side hustles into legit business… or mostly legit. He also helped my friend JB and now he is helping MW. In the land of the insanely tough and crazy is a requirement, no one is tougher then JB. JB’s civilian life is on a roll and he won some awards from a veteran group for making the transition from retired door kicker to successful bidness man, and then for mentoring other vets in his particular field. Its good to see what he has accomplished in the real world; many of us worried he’d not do well after retirement.
MW has recently retired and has decided to move back to the Bragg area. Like JB and I, he spent some time down range as a contractor to build up a bank roll with the intent to buy a business. He purchased one of JHT’s gigs. Its a good one too. Big time money maker, or will be once MW puts some energy into the place
What one man fears might be another man’s good time, like jumping out of airplanes but all healthy men experience fear; fear is right and natural. None of us 4 have ever been fraidy-cats. The only time I have experienced real, near on shit your pants fear was while earning my way into being extra special. By that time I had sold drugs, ran shine, fought in the ring and bars, did time juvenile time in an adult cage, jumped out of planes, blown some shit up, got blown up and been in more then a few firefights. None of that scared me; by scared I mean the damn near crippling kind of fear. Most of that shit just made my cock hard. The type of fear I was used to was of the, “Dear God, don’t let me fuck up and get my crew killed,” kind of fear. Scart for what I might do to my crew and my reputation among men
“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”
— Frank Herbert, Dune –
The 1st time I experienced real fear was at night and involved water. A dark fucking night, as in no natural illumination, and by water I mean underneath the water of this low visibility lake that you could barely see shit in during the day because of all the silt and by fear I mean I had been leery of water my whole fucking life, never swam in it at night for fun and now I am blind as a fucking bat with no echolocation, X number of feet below the surface of the water, fighting off X number of guys who are trying to drown me. Like, someone would attack me, someone else would fuck with my gear during the attack and I had to fight the one(or more) dude off then find the fault with my gear and repair it before drowning. Fun, right?
That was the last time the water ever scart me. I never worried about dying from bullets or bombs but drowning… holy shit did that used to bother me, but one of the purposes of training is to kill fear.
“A man who has been in danger,
When he comes out of it forgets his fears,”
Euripides – Iphigenia in Tauris (414-12 BC)
Any rate, no shit there we are, in the most upscale restaurant in our area(which is saying some shit because our area includes a super zip code and one of the most prestigious golf courses in the USA) enjoying the booze, company and some well aged, bone-in rib eyes, and MW said signing for JHT’s old business was the scariest thing he ever did. Weak in the knees, “Oh, Lord, what did I do,” sort of fear. Now MW wasn’t ever the toughest son of a bitch to earn a scroll but in the land of the tough and crazy he was damn near the craziest one. Then he goes and learns to fly, then learns to fly them little birds into the shit–and I mean right down barrel of whatever might be shooting at him to dump his payload all over the other guys. MW has balls, big fucking brass ones.
This is the sort of shit MW did for a living
So we got to talking about it. I was the only pussy who’s most scart moment of his life was pre combat diver qualification course. JB and JHT both said it was signing on their 1st business. Me? a little less so then them dudes, but it wasn’t as much fun as a fire fight. All 4 of us have done some shit common sense would tell you is more scary then opening a bidness, yet it was it.
“Courage is not the lack of fear but the ability to face it.”
—- Lt. John B. Putnam Jr. (1921-1944)
Why should it be that 4 experienced combat vets were more freaked out about starting a business then getting shot at? Surely age is a part of it. At 20 we were young, dumb and full of cum, literally too stupid and high on testosterone to realize we were doing dangerous shit and that said dangerous shit could in fact shit all over us.
That’s the base line. We were adrenaline junkies before the term was coined, but we were also trained. Training teaches your body and mind how to react to certain stimuli: the better trained you are, the less you worry about what comes your way…. as long as that training matches your shit your facing.
None of us were trained to run a small business. Well I sort of was. I was pretty good at stealing cars, manufacturing and selling controlled substances and bootlegging. Not just when I was a kid, but I got into the boot legging/ manufacturing and selling controlled substances after my divorce. I grew up in the 6th poorest county in America. We weren’t the poorest family by any measure but I saw enough of poverty to hate it and I’d be double dipped in pig shit before I live that poor again.
“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.”
Without training, knowledge, understanding and wisdom we are basically children
The reason why so many men fear rejection and struggle with women in the SMP is due to a lack of training, knowledge, understanding and wisdom
“The hero and the coward both feel exactly the same fear, only the hero confronts his fear and converts it into fire.”
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.
Ask folks to define money and I reckon you’ll get all sorts of answers but reality is money is a tool, nothing more,nothing less. Money used wisely is exchanged for goods and services but will also buy you options, time and liberty. Used unwisely, money will be the tool that builds chains, ensnares you and keeps you in the bondage of debt. Like all tools, you have to know how to use money, other wise it can be dangerous. A lot like women. Learn to master tools, money and chicks and your life will be much easier.
The Bible talks about money more then any other topic; I’ve heard tell there are 800 references to money in the Bible.Clearly its an important topic. The Bible tells us a man in debt is enslaved to the debtor; the Bible teaches us a wise man builds up his wealth, spends his money prudently; is generous with his money, staring with his family and working his way outward; that a man should count his money and know his wealth; to save for that lean times and that a man should count the cost of things before he gets started. Course a lot of them there lessons talks about live stock and what not but wealth is wealth.
1st lesson is the dollar you spend on one thing cannot be spent on another. Second thing is, every buiness out there is looking to make money off you. Whatever they are trying to sell you is the means of separating the fool…. I mean you and his money. The banking system is set up to transfer your money to someone who already has money. Banks, that nice lady at your favorite restaurant etc are all trying to get you to voluntary transfer your cash to them. They are not your friend. Anyone trying to help you get rich, or make you extra money or sell you an investment is trying to 1st and foremost make money off you. Any time there is money on the table, someone is going to be the winner and someone the loser and the entire system is set up to make you, the person spending money, the loser.
There is money and there is wealth. If you owe money on something, like a house, it is not wealth, its a liability. Wealth is not 1’s and 0s in a bank somewhere. That isn’t real or tangible. What you hold in your hand, or have buried in you back yard is yours. Wealth doesn’t fold and paper money is a giant fucking con game. A silver dollar in 1963 was worth…. you guessed it a dollar. That same silver dollar will cost you about 13 bucks today. Inflation robs you blind but works great for the banks and government.
Lets see a show of hands of men who would shit can their job and go do something else more exciting, fun, less stressful etc but cannot because he is tied to a certain lifestyle and/ or carries debt? Yea then you are slave to that debt and lifestyle. Normally that’s a good size number of fellas. Debt makes you a slave.I relearned that lesson when I was divorced. I was saddled with a large amount of alimony, child-support, a house payment I could not afford because of alimony and child support and credit card debt I didn’t know existed. I was hit with lifetime alimony and will be a slave for as long as my ex wife lives…. debt is slavery and so is marriage. Don’t do either. Now things wouldn’t play out the same way. The house I am living in now cost less then my yearly salary. Ok less then my E7 pay since thats when I bought it. Funny thing is, it keeps me warm in the winter and cool in the summer just as well as the house that was 3 times my yearly salary.
My big weakness on these money things is cars and bikes. Ton loves to go fast. I have downsized a fair amount here. This weekend I picked up another bike, a 1998 Electraglide, but have the other three Harley’s being sold on consignment. I always try to offset my additional expenses with cuts somewhere else, or with a side job or hustle. I have always had a side job or hustle. When I was younger I worked as a bouncer, taught kick boxing classes, worked as a flunky in a bike shop, built rifles and sold them. I have rarely used my regular paycheck to pay for booze, bikes or guns. I always find someway to make spare cash to finance my fucking off time. Most of my rifles were paid for by building three and selling two. When the divorce came and things got real bad I went deeper into the underground economy. So much so that it made a lasting positive impact.
Most of the shit we buy losses value. I buy gold and silver and that price is in a constant flux. Houses always go up? Bullshit. 1st house I bought after my divorce cost 30K, 15k in sweat equity and its worth… about 45k today. That’s not a real increase in value. The housing market has its up and downs and has no guaranteed rate of return. That friendly old guy trying to sell you the american dream is 1st and foremost trying to make money off you.
The point in all this? A warning to be careful with your cash. Don’t keep up with the Jone’s.That shit is a lie, the whole economy is based on that lie. Debt is a lie, its playing, pretending you can afford xyz. Our whole economy is based on that lie. Sooner or later that lie will unravel, like all lies do. The less caught up in that lie you are, the better off you will be. Not just when the bill comes do but in your everyday life in the here and now. Value your freedom, liberty and security over a McMansion, gadgets and meals out. Value your sovereignty as a man over stuff women, politics and what not. There is a shit ton of methods to help you establish a budget and what not but remember they are looking to make money off you. I live off 70% of my take home pay. Whatever I spend the that 70% makes no never mind to me because I have saved 30%. Its not the most complex budget in the world, but it works for me.
If there is one take away from all this it should be the world is a hostile place, so is consumers driven market places of today.
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