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

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

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

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

Random thoughts

I love Harley’s and Pit Bulls. I liked them a lot more back in the day when they were only popular with us dirty White boys.

Politically speaking, nothing is about getting the other guy to change sides. Everything is about rallying your troops and encouraging them to act. Once you understand this you will understand politics some what better

Tried watching a show about 1%’ers. Now these types of shows are 80%+ bullshit but about 2 minutes into this show they have a crew of supposed 1%’ers wearing shortpants. Soooooo that makes that show 100% bullshit

I made all the worst decisions of my life when sober. So from now on, no more sober decsion making

Marriage is a two person Poniz scheme

Surrival is its own morality

If it’s crude and it works….who gives a shit if it is crude?

Folks say you shouldn’t ride a motorcycle while inebriated. That’s probaly true but it’s a hell of a good time.

One is none, two is one…. and we know one is none. This includes clear lense glasses for your bike. Carrying two sets leads you to riding home at night in a thunderstorm with your sun glasses as eye protection. Thankfully a belly full of booze made it all better

Passive aggression is for people who suck at the more honest, active, open ans overt kind of aggression

People are generally inept these days. My neighbors are all good men, and well trained in their various areas of expetise. You don’t live on the water in a tourist town if you are unskilled labor but they don’t know much outside of what they do for a living. Why do I say this? Two weeks back I made a fire pit. Super simple set up, then turned some pine logs into stools and benches but cutting them in 20″ round sections, knocking off the bark and applying some varnish. You would have thought I was some kind of genuine mountian man listening to the neighbors carrying on about it

The Girls told me they enjoy those end of the world as we know it movies and whatnot  because they find it endearing I know how to do most of the things the movie characters struggle with but can’t do mundane stuff like sync the blue tooth function on our helmets. Fuck helmets

Breaking your thumb sucks. Never thought much about what an advantage opposable thumbs are. It’s been a major hit to my lifestyle for such a small appendage

the Bible tells us it’s better to be thought a fool then to open our mouth and prove ourselves a fool. As always you can’t get better advice then the Word of God. I would like to add better to be thought a pussy then to open your mouth and prove you are a pussy. In this case I am referring to the notion stepfather doesn’t equal cuckold. Try as I might I can’t see how stepfathering someonene else’s get doesn’t make you a cuck, unless it’s taking care of a blood relatives youngins or some such. Step kids and mothers of step kids trend to be horrible toward stepdads. Everyone shits on betas and cucks and stepdad = beta/ cuck. Again, ain’t talking about tending to orphans and the like but if you’re a stepdad, realize the situation you are in. You have to stare reality in the face before you can deal with it from a position of strength. Trying to spin your bad decsion into something noble just makes you more of a pussy

Been talking motorcycling with some English dudes. Good dudes as my SOCOM type brothers the world over tend to be but what stands out is how the English motorcycle culture seems much more driven by what goes down on the race track. Here it’s mostly about hogs and open roads, even rub’s……. Whats a rub? Rich, urban biker…… want to pretend they are the kind of guys to spend 3 months in the wind and sleeping on the ground. Reckon that makes sense given how small European nations tend to be. Them dudes can ride in the rain though, which also makes sense. Real pisser I haven’t been able to ride with them much.

The young men that make up our SOCOM are incredible. Sadly the body politic and citizenship at large is unworthy of them, however a people who can produce such men ain’t yet done. There is always a puncher’s chance

I  think the SF dudes have the most challenging and broadest skill set. Sadly the special forces mission is a failure. The men haven’t failed; the mission concept of nation building and training armies to fight for us is flawed beyond words because the politically correct dumbfucks calling the shots buy into the blank slate lie.  King Kunt couldnt hold back the times, you cant turn the dumb fucks of the third world into Western White men. Thinking we can turn 3rd word shit heels into successful conventional soldiers and produce stable, functioning nation states out of 3rd world people is like believing in magic. Long term this approach hasn’t sloved much of anything and its cost taxpayers a lot of money. It’s a a disservice to the SF guys and tax payers. The various SF groups have a laundry list of successes but those success are mostly along the direction action ground combat sort.  The men and nation would be better served if long tabbers focused on direct action missions vs nation building. They also would have to change their training program but that wouldn’t be a big or difficult change. In fact it would stream line and expedite their training. Basically you cut out the warm and fuzzy shit like learning a foreign language and cultural sensitivity training, reduce some of the training required to train foreign troops. Changing their skill set would cut costs to tax payers and given is more men to do the sort of shit that really wins wars; killing people, breaking shit etc. Defense budget shouldn’t be cut but the money would be better spent else where. Also i think we would help take some of tye pressure ofd from the heavy ops tempo by cutting down on the soft skill stuff like language and cultural training, as well as opening a larger pool of men. The shit we’re doing requires more overt brutality then the sneaky side of SF. Also you don’t need to know how to use a bunch of equipment from the other side. We could also use the cost savings to crank out more units like the Rangers.  Rangers ain’t fancy like some of the other groups but the stack up bad guy bodies like cord wood and on the cheap. Comparatively cheap.

I wouldn’t end the whole program, but cut the numbers way down and focus the soft skill stuff on people that are a tad bit more like us.

I was reading how the various socom units are ground down. I don’t doubt that to be true. In part becuase the war on terror has dragged on to long, in part becuase of training that isn’t nessacary for killing people and breaking shit and in part becuase many socom units have been miss used. During the more overt portion of the war on terror, SpecOp units were used to conduct rather bland and utterly conventional missions. Some of that was to keep their budget high, some of it was undue concern that conventional units would increase the body count on the other side. What that means in this case is the unconventional guys were needlessly worn the fuck out during the more conventional stages of the war on terror, leaving them in a less then ideal place for when the mission shifted back into a more unconventional phase. Generals are just as worthless as political leaders

We need a counter insurgency air force to match our counter insurgency missions. We don’t need multi million dollar aircraft to fight the war on terror. I understand we have gone back to using the OV 10 Bronco. That was a good choice. We should also see how many Douglas A1 sky Raiders are around. When I 1st joined the army, one of the nations we were proping up used them. Dirt cheap and very effective, 20 mm guns and a couple of 2.75 inch rocket pods with long station times made them hell on earth for ground troops in a theater with no real air to air or ground to air threat.

The Girls never fail to tell me to me “I l#ve you” after sex. I don’t doubt they do, to the extent women are capable of such a thing, but at that moment in time what they mean is “I love getting fucked by you”. You rule women through their vagina.

The Girls imagine everywhere I go has a CCR tune playing in the background as somemsort of live action theme music. Werid as fuck but I guess that’s what I get for introducing them to Creedance Clearwater Rival. Never once thought about such a thing until they started chattering on about but I reckon dirty deeds done dirt cheap is more fitting.

Beta/ man o sphere version of patriarchy is weak sauce. Just like they are. It is rarely ( never?) about the man’s drive for greatness or about expanding his personal standing and status in this world. Patriarchy is about much much more then the welfare of familes, women, kids and society. It’s about the individual Patriarch, he legacy and the potential expansion of his family name, wealth and power…. and doing so again and again over generations, about being the forefather of great clans, tribes and nations.


I love memorial day weekend. No one does shit about honoring dead service members but oddly I am OK with that. I don’t like the having one special day of the year to do things mentality. Seems to me that’s a cop-out. If you really give a shit about something you do a little something something about it everyday or so. What I do like seeing is folks starting their summer the way they see fit. Familes headed to the beach, old married couples ridding around in their classic American cars, dudes know bikes, folks on the roading pulling boats, horses and 4 wheelers….. it’s all good shit.