Walk the Line


The veins begin to grow on my neck, blood pumping through every tube at high speed. My skin burns and your eyes widen. Everything comes to a slow crawl, there is nothing left inside but the fire of the animal. Go for the kill, it says. DO IT!

I twitch, no one sees. So close. GO! GO GO GO! But, I rest, time speeds up to normal. And there is her long, horse-like face, sans makeup, sans any redeeming quality. A person again, nothing more than a person. And her words.

Cunt, the human says as she turns away. Whorecunt.

My boss, out of nowhere, for no other reason to wave her non-existent dick in front of the new blood, insulted me. Told me I was awful for camera and that I should be doing lighting instead. With her new, nubile, inexperienced assistant at her side, she told me to “Get out of the way. Woymn are here!”

Could I have said something? Of course. I was within my right to. I could of lit the fire under her feet and let the whole place burn with my words. It could of cost me my job, this train of money into my account and work with this company, but it would of been justice on a woman who has made everyone’s life out here beyond difficult on top of our normal duties.

But I withheld. I eyed the boss of bosses talking to the moneylenders, trying to keep the chaos in check. I eyed the other camera head talking shop with one of the producers. I had no back up. I had no exit strategy. My fire would be put out quickly, the arsonist blamed and strung up, and wounds treated and pampered (more than she’s been already). The net benefit would be a second of personal satisfaction and six weeks of punishment, at best. Home and poor again, back to square one, at worst.

Status and respect do not go hand in hand. To those not in the tyrannical cross hairs of a mentally ill feminist, her title comes with all the respect I give to the others who’ve earned it. The others have recognized my hard work, my skills and my loyalty, and given the respect I deserve. She dismisses it all, because I have a penis, a penis that gets in the way of her political and mentally deformed ambitions that we all must suffer through.

Could I have said something? Only if I wanted to be like her and sabotage the job for personal gain.

I held my place, shut my mouth and walked away. Saving my words for another day. A day when the system is not at her back. A day when the line can be crossed, happily and with purpose.


Faith and the Feminist World



On a August night several years ago, I had a strange feeling come over me. A feeling of euphoria beyond anything else I had ever felt. It scared me. What was I feeling? What was going on? Why now? What’s wrong? After a few days of thought, and the feeling remaining, I came to a very abnormal thought for me: maybe its God? Soon, I was on a path of books and anxiety, and a long road towards rock bottom.

The matter of faith and religion on the internet is as dangerous as promoting the KKK in South Side. I’m not here to push what I believe, explain its theories or convert anyone to anything. Others’ beliefs have no effect on me, unless they decide to make it a problem. I have my opinions and you have yours.

I’m bringing up faith and religion on a blog about sex and manliness because, like it or not, for a very long time, these two things were a staple of what it meant to be masculine. “God-fearing man” was a snippet a prospective wife loved to hear. A strong family bond came from the church as well as good parenting. Community, tribe, all met up under a religious banner.

This still happens, but it is slipping, and I think its a good thing.

The modern Christian world has slipped into the abyss of political sensitivity and unnatural equality. Read Dalrock for an up close view of this infection:

The United States is frequently pointed out as being as the most religiously conservative nation in the western world when it comes to sexual morality, and indeed there are stats to back this up. If you ask the average American who are the most zealous Christians fighting against feminism and for the family as defined in the Bible?, they will almost undoubtedly respond with some combination of Focus on the Family, the Southern Baptists, and Pat Robertson’s CBN & The 700 Club. These are the groups Americans, the religious fundamentalists of the western world, see as the most extreme defenders of the traditional family. Yet as I’ve shown the Director for Family Formation Studies at Focus on the Family calls unwed mothers heroic, explains that women deliberately having children out of wedlock is proof that men aren’t worthy, and tells parents that their daughters have an innate goodness which their sons lack.

In short, you can’t trust a church to back you up in the face of feminism’s horde.

The same thing is happening in my spiritual sector. The Orthodox Church, and its leader the Patriarch of Constantinople, His All Holiness Bartholomew I, is riding political correctness and opportunity for the sake of PR. He is known as the “Green Patriarch”, a man of God and the environment. While the Patriarch preens over trees, he has either ignored or kept quiet on the increasing threat to Orthodoxy by Turkey and its ever darkening slide to Islamism. Of course, its not like the Turks will hand back Istanbul (formerly Constantinople, the heart of Orthodoxy) after hundreds of years of ownership, but placating your occupiers and their abuses isn’t exactly the best way to keep the faithful on your side. The Turks ability to keep their crimes quiet disappeared with the invention of the internet. The only place where we can see a strengething of Orthodoxy’s balls is Russia, and the entanglement of the authoritarian state and the church is never a good sign. The small gains of power-lust priests will backfire as Russian geo-political power increase. The faithful will not win.

What does this all mean for a man of faith (or for some of you, a lack of)?


When I began my exploration of faith, I fell in to the trap of believing every word that I heard from “experts”. Heretics this, wrongness that. Mortal sins made of modern morality instead of cold tradition. Guilt overload, especially with the ex leaving. And when she left, I tossed my books away and thought it was all a sham. I was wrong to do that. It felt good to believe. It felt good to have belief. Its been a feeling I’ve had even when I swore up and down that my woes were God’s fault. With everything else I’ve been returning to, a retrospect into my faith had to come as well. And it dug up this:

There is no better time, nor any better reason, for those who do believe in a established religion, or for those who have more eclectic views, to tell the Old World to go fuck itself. One part of being a man is standing up for your beliefs. NOT someone else’s. NOT your wife’s. NOT the priest’s. YOURS. Refuse to rely on the powers that be and, like education, begin at home. Do not wrestle with the word of your faith and the word of your faith’s so-called leadership. The modern world has desecrated what used to be a home for ideas of masculinity and community. Your home is your church. Your family your flock. Take what you believe and make it doctrine. Enjoy your religious freedom as it was meant to be enjoyed: freely. We don’t have to be stuck between the fascists of extreme atheism or extreme religion. We can just believe whatever the fuck we want, what fits our views, and tell the rest of the politically stained bile that calls itself the West to back off.

Understanding Firearms

Another shooting, another round of hysteria.

I won’t run on or give history. I will make a simple statement.

Firearms are a natural right.

Humans have armed themselves since the dawn of time. Food, water, shelter, protection. Its basic survival. Every great urban civilization has had personal arms. We are no different.

We can have laws. We can pretend we are a peaceful people. It will not change that there are people out there who want to kill. It will not change the mentally ill or the nature of criminality.

It is your obligation as a living creature to protect yourself and your family. To trust that to others when you have the right to own a personal weapon defies logic. There are billions of people who  face much more dangerous societies than ours that are restricted from protecting themselves by tyrants.

A society that believes it is above human nature is a society that has its children murdered as we saw yesterday.

The Election

Having lived in Canada half my life and the States for most of my 20s, its interesting to see how Canadians react to the American election. Which is to say ignorantly.

Most of the people I know were for Obama. Every election day they believe the Democrat will be the one to bring in everything they hope for. An end to policing the world, socialize society, a friendlier lovelier America. What they don’t understand is that the Democrats and Republicans are not that far off from each other. Bush invaded Iraq, but Obama increased drone strikes tenfold. Bush increased the deficit and debt, but Obama did the same to heights never seen before. Bush was a corporate lackey, but under whose administration was GE given state sponsored status? Promoting gay marriage and a single payer healthcare does not make a good leader. To the rest of the world, it makes you a star.

Canada is dependent on a good American economy. There is no closer trade relations in between Canada and the US. A bad American economy will eventually turn on Canada. Manufacturing, resources and tourism all depend on Americans with spending money. If America has no pocket change Canada has no industry. Yet I never heard one thing about the American economy from any of the Obama supporters. Full on prosperity, they forget it can collapse at anytime.

As a hawk libertarian, I hated both candidates right from the start. Neither was good on economy, the Constitution and foreign policy. But in a choice between evils, Romney’s big government conservatism beats out Obama’s constantly expanding socialism everytime. I expected Obama to win, but I hoped that I was wrong.

In the end, a nation guides itself by who is voted in. Americans want what Obama promises, even though his promises haven’t been kept. They want his views, even though most think America is going in the wrong direction. They want more of the same, but they also want change. Politically, America has lost it. Bipolar electorate.

I can only hope the Republicans purge their party of those who rooted for Romney. They need to recruit young men and women with small government views instead of bowing to old men who  still think Nixon was a conservative. The key to America has always been the economy and without clear and radical ideas on it, the only choice the US will ever have will be between disaster now or disaster later.

The Little Fascist

With the red pill comes a shift in viewpoint. Thoughts of harmony and equality die under a jackboot of judgement and head shaking. When you see the world as it is: genetics, biomechanics, hormones, instinct and raw culture, its hard to keep to ideology that claims the world is free and the same. Its just not. Never has. Never will.

In the early 1900s, an American political movement arose that was the basis for the short lived empires of European fascism. The Progressives, left-wing imperalists and eugenicists, took the country by storm. Famous figures like Teddy Roosevelt, abortion hero Margret Sanger, Woodrow Wilson and FDR were all believers in an organic, state-centric philosophy. Wars of conquest, racist domestic policies and the birth of corporate America were by their hands. History books rarely ever connect these great figures to the mother of Il Duce and Hitler, as is the norm with historical hero worship.

Progressivism, like fascism, was about a centralized state. Economy, politics and culture are based around the government and its dictates. The war parades conservatives bemoan the lack of was part of the Progressives. The liberal call for a New, New Deal. The UN. Massive regulation. Immigration amnesty or lack of. Almost all the shit people bitch about today, left or right, was born of these politics.

That is the laughable irony behind the mangina and feminist insults of “fascist!” as they troll our blogs and try to beat our heads with old ideas. Their very thoughts are the product of white men from 100 years ago. Few political ideals today are from anything but Progressivism.

Yet, there’s a small, small part.of their whining that is correct. Red pill dedication to a new man, to dicsipline and health, to darwinism both soft and hard, these things make us a little fascist in the broadest sense. We all have our various political beliefs. Some liberal, some conservative, some libertarian, some anarchist, but we all have the basic views of a strong masculine society. Void of feminism and void of male emasculation. In the slightest sense we are all tiny fascists. And it to me this is a good thing.

Our emotions aren’t running our ideas. We have the willpower to stand up for what we believe is right. What we know is right. What we know is natural in the human order. May you be Jewish, black, white, or whatever. God or atheist, single or married, those who have swallowed the red pill know these few basic things. And these few basic things bring us together despite what could tear us apart.


There’s a loud bang and your head jerks to the direction of the noise. Your heart races and your brain is on fire.

What? What’s that?

The rational mind jumps in. Its just the door to a semi’s trailer.

No fear. All is well.

The thought remains though. A what if, a state of latent alertness. You return to your game of Words With Friends, passing the time of your corporate lunch break. Wishing you could go home and crack a beer and stay outside. The urges are overpowering.

Go somewhere safe.

As you return to the office, the accountant from down the hall sits alone with his Starbucks. He’s a nice guy, but today there’s something very off-putting. His body language, his breathing, the way he plays with his fingers looking down at the table. It comes to your attention his foot is tapping nervously. He never does that. Something isn’t right.

Go home.

Back at your desk the chatter of sheep fill your ears. The coffee shop talk never ends. Between reports on inventory and shipping, you are obessed by the image of his hands. The way he rubbed at his palm under his left hand’s ring finger. The white stripe.


Another bang. Then another. Screams.

You knew. You always knew, but you’ve been conditioned to forget what millions of years have taught. Forget the signs. He’s a nice guy. Now all that is left is to wait and beg, or to risk and be what you should of been all along: a savage.

Hunt, protect, kill, survive.

Be A Dictator

Hitler was a horrible dictator.

People who think they’re smart like to do the”united a nation, made a prosperous economy, etc” bait and switch. Yeah, Hitler did that for about 5 years, but then tossed it all in the shithole when Germany.invaded everything with a pulse. His leadership lasted 13 years. His empire 6. And at the end, Germany was right back to where it.was after the monarchy fell: submitted to forigen powers.

A good dictator is a man in touch with the most basic human skill: adaptation. The best dictators have mastered it and in turn this leads to long lives as kings of their countries. Saddam Hussien, Robert Mugabe, the Kims of North Korea and even the recently killed Ghadaffi; they all knew how to survive. Some, like Saddam and Mumar, get the bad side of the stick. Being targeted for invasion or having the West give questionable support to questionable patriots of Libya. But, they ran their nations for decades.

A man needs to be a dictator. To rule his life, his family, as THE center of authority. Your harem? They’re your subjects. Friends? Your inner circle. Gift them with your presence. Take the lead and settle disputes with dipolmacy or an iron fist. Take the power.

But, be careful. Don’t be like Hitler and overextend. Don’t end up at the bottom of history like Stalin due to your bloody anger. Power requires balance as well as will. The best leader can rule by fear and love as much as he can rule by violence and in our society, the latter can destroy you quicker than any other act.