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Who gives a shit

http://www.bostonherald.com/news/local_coverage/2017/08/police_holocaust_memorial_vandalized_2nd_time_this_summer

 

Why are there holocaust memorials and such in the usa any damn way? If the story is true, America put and end to that shit and helped save them. Jews should be putting up thank you American White dude statues not trying to destroy the people and culture that saved them

 

White men, stop helping these sort of ungrateful bastards

UMC and their disdain for the nation of their birth

Occasionally I will do certian formal events Gril#1 attends as part of her semi doctoring job. Plus its always fun when people realize I own a tuxedo. A basic Kelvin Kline tux, which oddly enough all of their shit has proven to be easier to customize for my build and sidearm of choice then any other brand I have tried. Wouldn’t that be a hell of an advertising campaign for them? Buy our shit because it fits burly rednecks and XDM’s better then the other rags….. any rate its always a weird crowd to me. I have talked at length about some of the things that strike me as off. Like them not being all that wealthy, not nearly as wealthy as they would have folks believe or as well educated as they believe themselves to be and how unaware of the world around them they are. They live in this bubble that makes them damn near insufferable. With a little practice, you can sit in my bar and pick out the UMC folks vs the truly wealthy folks by how they interact with the world around them, with the UMC types being much more uncomfortable when their bubble is bumped around some.

Wasn’t all that different as any other event. As far as black tie shit goes. We got there early so we could change in our hotel room and I could make her walk around the party with a box full of Ton batter. The car in front of us at the valet station was a 328 BMW with a “gotphd” vainty plate….. right there is about all you need to know about this ass clown. Not sure a 33k-51k automobile is a ringing endorsement for the college debt of a phd……

That bit of the shit show just got better and better though. The couple in the car was what any redneck would expect. An overly effeminate guy with long hair and an ear stud, an overly masculine woman with short hair and a scowl. You can tell they do cross fit because he looks like a fag and she is built like a dyke. Girl#1 works with the “lady”, some kimd of hospital admin bitch, but a fairly high ranking one, the dude has a phd in something usless and gets paid by the state to teach other fags the same usless shit, but they know us, so they wait while their car drives off and we go through the valet process, and I do mean wait. We have to get our stuff out of the car, which takes time but what takes the most time is talking to the young guys working there. They were drooling over my ride, absolutely dumb struck in love with her, asking questions and telling me how they don’t want to park her in case they mess something up. This absolutely bugs the shit out of Mr phd ponytail but man was it fun talking to those young men. Yes the car brings me joy but I also love how she lights up the eyes and souls of other car guys. The compromise on moving my car was they would pull her up 10-15 feet and leaving her covered and under their watchful eye all night. One thing women and girly men don’t get is how respects builds respect and lifts other men. Those boys weren’t sullen that some old dude had a nice ride and a younger woman, they were stoked with the possibilities of their future and treated my beloved Cobra and my blonde bitch with the utmost respect. I tipped well and offered them my gratitude and assurances if they did the smart thing vs the conventional thing they’d end up where I am.

So Mr phd ponytail is pissed, extra pissed because I wouldn’t shake his hand, the short hair bitch is clearly unhappy with the patriarchy oppressing her with boys engaging in silly boy talk and I reckon they are probaly pissed we were staying the night too. They seem like that type and to be h the only overtly rude UMC types we dealt with all night. The story about my car made the rounds while we were mingling and expect for the older folks, you could tell the appreciation for American muscle cars wasn’t there. I did make 3 trips put to the valet station to show off my beloved to some older folks. And I so mean folks. A couple of the older gals followed their husbands out to see what the fuss was about. They were good women. At least that night. How could I tell they were good women? Their eyes light up when their husbands else light up over the car. This is an IOI they can’t fake

800 words to set the tone for the rest of the story. Mostly you stand around, eat finger food, drink a little to much, listens to people talk about the important shit they do for the “community” and bullshit. When they talk about food, they talk about weird shit and not about how two local restaurants made the list for best in the state. Pull pork and fried seafood is to American for their tastes. When they talk about wine they won’t mention how a wine competition took a away a local winery’s silver star medal because it cost less then the minimum bottle they would rate. When they talk about cars it is never about lead sleds and horsepower. They talk about spending serious money to go overseas but haven’t seen shit here locally, or locally in the national sense.

I have been all over the world and the usa has just about everything you could want to do in the world. Unless you want to see castles and ancient ruins that is. World class sking? Folks tell me we got it. World class diving? Got it. Sleepy country roads, high altitude dessert, endless grass lands, remote islands, huge ass cities, local festivals you name it. It’s this travel thing that really struck me this time. I have been to Rome. It’s a giant tourist scam and it sucks. If you have been to Germany, England and anyone one of the Nordic countries you know what every place in Western Europe looks like…. no disrespect intened. I have enjoyed all most all my time in Eurpoe…..  So on and so on. These aren’t bad people per say, but they live in a bubble. Their own different type of blue pill bubble. They know Rome is a giant tourist trap but didn’t see the reality until I mentioned it out loud. They know the grand canyon and Yellowstone are unequaled natural marvels but at the same time they don’t know they are. They have never seen the mighty Mississippi, they have never seen the serene beauty of the Blue Ridge Parkway. They have become dull to the natural wonder of our barrier islands and inter coastal waters. These things that don’t take a 10 hour plane ride and a passport aren’t on their radar screen. They cant see wealth as anything beyond a Eurpean car, the right house and formal schoolimg. Well the middle age ones. The older folks get it. One of the he older doctors said “fuck medical school should have opened a bar” when he saw my beloved, referring to the money required to build a car like that. Another older couple laughed when I dogged out Rome and most of the older folks there had done one or two European vacations and a lot more domestic ones.

Like I said they live in this bubble that makes them damn near insufferable. Can’t even have a rational conservation about Pit Bulls with them because in their bubble all bulldogs are evil or all are wonderful but victims of bad owners. I can’t imagine being happy in such a life. Can they appreciate what they have when they are willfully blind to those who are struggling? Can they fill good about the good they do when they refuse to the misery in the world ? Can they enjoy their daily life and weeknds when only Europe etc is worth visiting? Can the appreciate and rejoice in the wealth and successes of others when they can’t see the difference between themselves and folks who really have money?

Maybe I would potty them if I were a better man but I ain’t so mostly they will annoy me

 

*** I always imagine some Ferris Buller day off deal when I valet park that car but so far there has never been any extra miles on her. Man if I was 20…… though I reckon most young men are better men then me in that regard

Alpha enough or everyday Alpha/ how brotherhood makes you alpha

The other day reading comments over at Rollo’s somone mentioned how all men can’t be apex Alphas. Legit point and completely pointless.

Today, father’s day, I was out riding with the boys in my crew and a couple of strap hangars. The regular guys are every day alpha enough kind of dudes. So was 2 of the strap hangars. By that I mean successfully living life on their own terms. They did well in the military, they have done well as civilians, they have decent looking wives, respectful kids, new’ish Harley’s and good home lives.

That’s alpha enough for most men.

We rode for 300 miles that day, big fucking mistake given my thumb and all but it was an interesting time from the red pill point of view. Two of the men were over 70, Vietnam vets. Not guys we typically ride with. The one is a Marine vet and I know him from the local riding club community. He’s a good due, with a good wife who worries about him being on a bike at 72, and there he is, on a new Streetglide. The other was a friend of his, roughly the same age, also a Vietnam era vet but somehow an SF guy who never went down range. Him and his wife were down on vacation and instead of hanging out with her, he was ridding with his friend and us. To me that everyday Alpha enough.

One of the young men ridding with us had been state side for less them 3 days, fresh back from the eye-rack and instead of chilling with his wife and kids he was on his bike, ridding with his friends. Another young man was due to leave for a tour in a few days and instead of chilling with his wife and kids, he was on his Harley ridding with his brothers.

Let that sink in. These young men elected to ride with their brothers instead of being at home when they had all the blue pill reasons in the world to side step the ride yet they choose brotherhood over their main bitches. It was an important ride to show a man they never meet before a memorial for the Marines who died in Lebanon vs family time and they choose brotherhood. And not any bit of family time but fathers day plus pre/ post deployment.

I know these guys fairly well. None of them have fat or nagging wives. The younger guys are doing ok money wise, but are young enough that Harley payments stretch the family budget. None are really red pill, I don’t think anyone would call them players or apex alphas, none are ridding in a more aggressive club like a MC or 1% crew yet here they are, doing alright in the world despite all the factors aligned against them. They have decent wives, the two I know the best have wives who are happy their man has something like Harelys and the ridding club that brings their husband some measure of happiness in the world.

The way I reckon it, this is alpha enough for the most of men and a very achievable goal for the most men. Decent frame, decent builds, couple of tattoos, a dangeroues hobby, something they hold in high regard, something they withhold a portion of the family budget for and make a priority, even on occasions, over their family. That’s alpha enough for most men and most women

 

 

 

Yeah I know, I thought I posted this month’s ago but just found it in saved folder when I wentbyo Work on another post. Shows where I put blogging in life

Men vs women

Bitches can’t even compete at dumbshit like hotdog eating contests, how the fuck are they supposed to hang in an extend direct combat environment

 

http://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/chomp-champion-chestnut-breaks-weiner-wolfing-record-famed-coney-island-n779486

What to do with North Korea

What to do with North Korea and other various bad guys?

 

Well few of these bad guys pose a serious threat to national sovereignty so why do anything?

For the few who do, step one should be an attempt to bribe them to step down and live full and open lives in the world of wealthy men.

 

I am not saying that would work, and it will work better with a serious threat of effective, america 1st force but it’s a tried and true option.

 

However that would require a devotion to peace and practical thinking

Family traditions; welcome home baby

Ton 2.0 brought his son home today. Another healthy squaling man child for the Clan Ton. I didn’t go see the boy in the hospital. Not my scene these days, but we left for his place shortly after we got the call and let ourselves in we when got there. We did the typical shit one would expect, drank up his best bourbon, fornicated on his kitchen table, took care of his pets, cleaned up the house and cooked a shit ton of food.

There are things that matter more then life to Clan Ton. I learned these things from my father and his father like they learned them from theirs. Well them and our uncle’s, brothers and what not. When my father brought me home to present me to his father I was laid in a bed with a Confederate flag, an 1858 Remington, a King James Bible and some sliver dollars. I still have that photo. But these are things we value, the Old South and all it stands for, freedom and fire power, hard money and the hard ways of the Almighty.

So when Ton4.0 made it home, my boy brought him to me. This small 8 pound bundle of fragile perfection. Full of potential and promise, not weighted down by failure, regert or tye burdens of life. I held him up, said the same Bible versus we always say and laid him down on my son’s bed. Dead in the center of our stars and bars, silver dollars, King James Bible and our forefather’s Remington.

Of course I Tonierized somethings. I bought the boy some fireworks, a bottle of whisky, a Ford hat, a Harley Davidson onesie, a Henry lever action .22 and a gift certificate for a free pit bull tattoo. Of course the gift certificate is fake, but Ton4.0’s mother has more of a sense of humor then I figured.

These things are symbols, they all mean more then the surface image and they are all traditions. A firearm is more then a tool, it’s your sovereignty as Man. Silver is more then hard money vs fiat dollars. It’s wealth based on reality and the opposition to magic thinking. If the Old South has an official dog, the pit bull is it. Loyal, relentless and called the nanny dog for generations.

Some traditions need to die. Plowing with mules makes no damn sense. With any luck Ton2.0 is the last vet from my family. Sometimes new traditions come about. My father and grandfather rode Harleys, same with me and Ton2.0. A goodly amount of having traditions is to reproduce the kind of men and women your family is proud of

I do have a point besides bragging about another grandson. On occasions I hear men bitch about the lack of traditions. Society moves on and change is one of life’s constants, but you have only yourself to blame for allowing your family traditions to die. Only yourself to blame for not creating some. My boys will learn their family’s history, they’ll learn to ride fast, shoot straight and always report the truth. They will know how to hunt, how to fish, and what their forefathers intended to leave behind before yankees fucked shit up. These things are timeless and you can take them where ever you go.  I won’t be around to teach my son’s or grandsons these things but I have full faith in Ton2.0 that our family and our traditions will be projected into the next generation