Blue Collar Pride

I've been a white collar desk jockey for the better part of a decade now. While I have kept myself in pretty good shape for a man approaching 40, by eating a nutrient dense diet and exercising regularly with martial arts and my sporting hobbies like hunting and hiking, I've come to realize that there is something really missing from doing desk work...something that I think defines masculinity at it's core - that is, doing some kind of manual, physical work with other men to achieve some definable task - to build something.

Ever since I escaped the confines of my high school institutional indoctrination facility, I've worked hard, physical labor-based jobs. Even as I attended college, I still worked and earned a living from the sweat of my brow. I've been a construction worker, a mover, a concrete pumper, commercial painter, trench digger, airplane freight loader, traffic paint striper, and all around laborer for a variety of companies and businesses.

It was one of my goals while going to college, to punch my ticket and take off the blue collar once and for all and enjoy the air conditioned comforts as a white collar desk jockey. It was my primary motivation to exel at my collegiate studies. My attitude had been that once I got my degree and moved into the white collar world, I would confine my physical exertion strictly to recreational pursuits.

And for about 7 years after graduating, that is precisely what I did.

But thanks to the Return of the Great Depression, I've found myself picking up side jobs in the blue collar work world once again to supplement my dramatically reduced income, in order to provide for my family.

Since I've only been doing it a couple of days a week now, I find it quite enjoyable actually. Getting back into hard physical work has made me appreciate escaping the daily grind when it was my sole means of income...but doing it once or twice a week? I find it's almost a real pleasure.

There is something profoundly satisfying to work with a crew of men you know very well...so well, that you all work with a minimal of direction. Every man knows the job, what it takes to get done, and the job comes together beautifully in the end. You fall into a mindless rhythm of labor...a rhythm that makes it seem like the time flies by, and before you know it, the days work is done, and you can sit back and survey your handiwork. The sense of achievement and accomplishment is deeply soul satisfying. I've done huge deals in the past where I've earned a literal windfall in unexpected commissions at my desk job...and those moments feel like I hit the lottery or won a spin at the roulette wheel. Exhilarating as those moments are, it's not the same sort of satisfaction you gain from seeing a manual project completed and feeling the exhaustion in your body from the exertion. It's like you put a piece of yourself into your work, and it shows.

I've worked for two men in the past year...both I'm very good friends with, and who are in fact my hunting partners. They both own their own businesses and they work very hard to support their families. They are always willing to have my extra hand thrown in for a day or two of work for some cash on the side. I know their work, and I can help them complete their work much faster with my contributions.

And that extra income has literally helped put food on my family table when there was not much money left from my regular job.

I think I've discovered something about myself. Should the economy recover and my desk jockeying becomes extremely profitable again, I think I'll still find some means of doing the occasional blue collar project.

It just feels "right" to earn my living the old fashioned way.

Blue Collar Blues

As I mentioned previously, I've been working the blue collar trades again to make ends meet. Been meeting a whole bunch of new guys I work with, and like most men who labor together for hours, we start to share our life stories.

I literally work with an entire crew of men who are all forced to work under-the-table just to survive, because working above board and on the books would result in garnishment of their wages by the State of Hawaii child support enforcement bureaucracy.

These are guys in their mid-40's with ex-wives getting 60% of their unemployment checks garnished...and unemployment checks are only a fraction of what these guys used to make before joining the swelling ranks of laid off workers in our Great Depression 2.0.

One guy's story is especially maddening.

He came home one day because a job had gotten rained out, only to find the mother of his two children getting her ass nailed to the bed by their neighbor. He went nuts punching holes in the wall and breaking things (but never touched her) while the neighbor ran out of the house. The cops got called and he ended up getting arrested for domestic violence.

She ended up with the house and a child support settlement.

He drives an old beat up pickup truck, she drives a lexus.

He lives in a small apartment, she a three bedroom house in an upper middle class property in suburbia, and her never employed loser boyfriend lives with her and the two kids.

She hasn't had any kind of job in 20 years. He's essentially paying her to live a comfortable life for her and her live-in surf bum fuckbuddy.

She gets 60% of his unemployment check, forcing him to find under-the-table work just to pay his own rent, food and transportation bills.

She regularly denies him visitation. He's filed more petitions than he can count to force her to allow him time with the kids he's supposed to have under their court adjudicated divorce settlement. They never enforce her violations of his visitation rights. The only thing he ever gets told is to file another petition. He finally gave up in frustration.

His son is now in his late teens...and he, like so many other boys raised in the typical broken home of our brave new world order, has gone off the rails and gotten involved in petty crimes, drugs and is now in rehab.

And now the ex-wife is telling him that once the boy turns 18, she thinks it would be better for the boy to come live with him in his one bedroom apartment.

While he is like most guys, a blue pill dude all the way, he fully comprehended the injustice of it all. He noted that of course, as soon as the son was no longer going to bring her child support revenue, only then does she now want their son to spend quality time with him.

In my new-coworker's words "Unreal, yeah? I'm basically a slave to her! I'm barely making ends meet, and she's buying jewelry and a new car ever few years...all paid for with my sweat and hard work!"

That's when I quipped "Now you know the truth. They call it No-fault divorce, but they treat it like it's "his-fault."

He laughed when I said that. He said he could only laugh now, because he'd spent so many hours just driving around the island while crying.

I assured him that I indeed knew very well precisely what he was talking about. His story is all too common nowadays. But he is finally hopeful. Despite realizing his ex is playing the system to the hilt, he's still happy to finally have a chance to get to know his son again and try and help him regain a shot at a productive, non-criminal life. And his daughter is only 13, so he's only got 5 more years left of his unjust peonage to his cheating whore and parasite of an ex-wife.

The real travesty of it all is just how common this whole system is. The family court system is a vampire, sucking the life blood of civilized society, one broken family at a time. This is unsustainable in the long run. I've seen this story so many times now in friends, family and acquaintances. Most people never grok the big picture of it all, because they are so consumed with the personal details of their own personal tragedies the system mires them in.

My co-worker told me "the system is broken."

I disagreed. The system is doing precisely what it was designed to do. He asked me what I meant.

Time to hand out a red pill.

I told him that the Federal Government literally matches the funds for every dollar taken from his check in child support. He knew that...he just never considered the implications of it. I said "Think about it...the Federal Government is literally paying the State of Hawaii to break up families like yours. It's an industry unto itself. It's official government policy to break up families. All those social workers and courts...they make their entire living doing what they did to you, to men all over the country."

He was speechless for quite awhile, working while thinking about our conversation intently.

Despite becoming a commonplace experience, most people fail to realize the larger truth that the broken family subsidized by the garnished wages of the working man is the Government preferred family model of our Brave New World Order.

The Unreality Bubble

"The Matrix is a system, Neo. That system is our enemy. But when you're inside, you look around, what do you see? Businessmen, teachers, lawyers, carpenters. The very minds of the people we are trying to save. You have to understand, most of these people are not ready to be unplugged. And many of them are so inured, so hopelessly dependent on the system, that they will fight to protect it."

I've had to learn the hard way in the past, that sharing the "red pill" with people not ready for it is the fastest path to alienation, disagreement and sometimes outright conflict. So I've learned how to hide it. In the world of the blue pill "normies," I go through life undercover. When the opportunity arises, I do attempt to wield some influence and try to push people in the right direction, but generally, I've made biting my tongue in most situations with cohorts, acquaintances, colleagues and strangers into a habitual practice.

We live in an epoch of what I like to think of as one big, gigantic Unreality bubble that continues to grow. It's eventually gonna blow and it will most likely be TEOTWAWKI when it finally pops...but until then, I wear the sheeple mask of blue pill normalcy, and just mostly try to just get along to go along.

For the most part it works, and most people I interact with have no idea of the madness that whirls through the brain of a whackaloon conspiritard going through life trying to cling to sanity in a world gone mad.

Eventually though, if I am around people long enough, it's only a matter of time before I am asked about my peculiarities.


"Why don't you ever drink bottled water?"

I bring my own hydroflask with reverse osmosis purified water in it to work everyday. If I forget my flask back at the truck and my crew and I are working far away from it, they will frequently offer me bottled water when we're sweating bullets under the sun. I'll always decline politely, and if I really have to, I'll take a break and walk the distance back to the truck to retrieve my bisphenol-A, flouride and dioxin free water. But when I get asked, all I say is that I avoid BPA. Most people have at least heard of that.



"Why won't you use sunscreen or put it on your kids?"

In Hawaii, we are naturally a beach and ocean-focused recreational culture. 95% of my fellow Hawaiians and local people slavishly slather on the vitamin-D blocking, health-destroying poison lotion onto their skins all day long at any and every outdoor event. Despite my lighter complexion (I have more PaleFace blood than Polynesian), I or my kids are never sun burned. Most folks simply don't believe me when I tell them that an anti-inflammatory diet (I don't use that actual term,) and a liberal use of coconut oil are why I haven't had a sunburn and the eventual peeling skin that comes with it, for years.

In any case, my response is basically that I don't believe sunscreen is good for you as it blocks vitamin D production from natural sun exposure. Besides, everything I say about this has already been proven by  SCIENCE!


"How come you won't eat with us... you're never hungry?" 

As of late, I've been working with a group of people who eat fast feed take out at every lunch break. There are times I am famished and their feed smells and looks very appetizing...yet I resist the temptation. Intermittent fasting FTW!

Because I know. I know how I feel now, and I know how I used to feel then, when I regularly ate the feed. I'd rather go hungry until I get home or can get to a grocery store for some real food, then give in and chow down on what I've come to view as literal poison.

"No thanks guys, I ate a really big breakfast, I'm not hungry right now."

"When are you going to get a real phone? That flip phone is ancient!"

Yes, I do own an iPhone. But I only use it as a mobile PDA/camera and iPod, just not for digitized communication. I still have an old flip phone for that. Part of me resists total iAssimilation, because I wish to avoid becoming another one of the zombie hoards perpetually and compulsively checking my palm every few seconds in public. The other part is my ever growing efforts to guard my privacy under the surveillance society of our 21st century Panopticon. Of course, to say such things would have most folks seeking to have me committed to the loony bin for paranoia. In this case, I play the cheap card.

Me: "I don't want to pay for data plans, I spend enough time on teh Interwebz as it is when I'm at home. I don't need to carry it with me everywhere I go."

Friend: "But what if you need to look something up, or use a GPS app or check for important emails when your not at home?"
Me: "No worries, I'll just borrow yours."

"How come you don't have a facebook page? What about Instagram? Snapchat?"


Life is too short to waste the time. I got too much shit to do and not enough time to do it...let alone spend hours updating and following everyone on social media.


"You heard about those white supremacist Nazis and KKK members that killed a lady at that riot in Charllotsville?"

This one got asked while I being shown various pics and vid clips on the guy's NSA data harvesting app Facebook newsfeed on his M.A.D.. When I say I have learned to bite my tongue, it is specifically politics for which I have to struggle the most to keep my real opinions from being known. Most folks in Hawaii are liberal Democrats (though mostly union blue collar "conservative" style liberals,) and almost all accept both the National and Local mainstream media's regularly scheduled programming as factual and accurate reportage of reality. To most, Trump is literally Hitler and Obama was the greatest President since Bill Clinton made oral sex great again.

Most have no idea about the likes of globalist scum like George Soros funding counter-revolutionary commie groups like Anti-Fa, let alone conceive of the notion that Nazi and KKK LARPers are most likely False Flag agent provocateurs and controlled opposition to promote anti-Nationalist propaganda psy ops.


And I certainly 'aint gonna go there when talking to the average acquaintance or colleague. Instead I'll re-frame the conversation and just make a general point that doesn't actually reveal my politically incorrect, alternate-media informed opinion:

"Yeah, I heard about that. Crazy. Our country is going to hell-in-a-hand basket and it sure looks like we got some race wars coming up in the near future on the mainland. Lucky we live Hawaii!"

"How's dat Colin Kaepernick fuckah? Fuckin' dumb ass disrespect da country and da flag...good ting nobody like sign him, dat fuckah can go flip burgahs or go work Wal Mart!" 

Speaking of politics and nationalism, the topic of Colin Kaepernick's National Anthem protests and all the kneeling by players in the NFL has been quite revealing in terms of the average Hawaiian's and local person's mindset in terms of patriotism, racism and nationalism. It's quite the dichotomy...nuanced cognitive dissonance at it's finest.

Most Hawaiians hate historical America for overthrowing the monarchy of the Independent and Sovereign Kingdom and turning Hawaii into an occupied territory of USA Inc., at the behest of the Haole sugar plantation barons. This manifests itself in a general anti-haole sentiment. Most local people (2nd, 3rd or 4th generation immigrants of non-Hawaiian blood) also share it. It's not cut and dried as it may seem, and it certainly is not anywhere near the racial animus we see amongst the boiling-over melting pot of helter skelter  going on all over the rest of the USA at the present. Nevertheless, most people in Hawaii agree that "Da haole stole da land from da Hawaiians." That will never be forgiven, nor forgotten.

But almost all of us have a certain amount of American pride as well. We all have either served ourselves or have family members who served in the military. We all have friends and family who fought, died or were maimed for life in this nation's fiat wars on foreign shores. Most adults in Hawaii today (Boomers and GenX) have all been raised in our Brave New World Order culture of regularly scheduled programming on tell-a-vision and movies, and a lifetime of institutional indoctrination in our public schools and universities. Most of us that were born and raised here have varying levels of American pride and national patriotism inculcated into us all.

We recite the pledge of allegiance to the flag from memory, we stand and sing along with the Star Spangled Banner at events, we celebrate the Fourth of July with all the red-white-and-blue accoutrements and paraphernalia, and we are crazy for National politics during the cyclical seasons of electoral madness. We are American, whether we like it or not, and most of us don't like to see the symbols of the nation disrespected.

Anyhow, my response to the topic is to once again to avoid conversations about politics with a reframe.

"Yeah, he sucks anyways. He can't throw accurately and he's always looking to run instead of pass. QBs like him do good in college, but never last in the NFL."

"No? You can't stop at Wal Mart real fast and grab that stuff for cheap?"

Fuck Wal Mart. I don't shop there as much as possible - although I must confess having to buy some anti-freeze once there a few weeks ago when my car was overheating and it was after midnight and everything else was closed. But still...Fuck Wal Mart.


"Why don't you just go get a new car? All it takes is a good down payment and you can get a good interest rate on an auto loan!"

One thing about having a commitment to avoiding participation in the usury-based ponzi schemes of the fiat currency cartel that enslaves us all into debt servitude, is that I have to drive older vehicles and do a lot of maintenance and repair work myself. This can get pretty stressful at times when the older vehicles break down at inopportune moments, and many friends and family members have sought to advise me that I just go and sign on the dotted line at the nearest car dealership and "not worry about car problems anymore."

That's what most everyone does nowadays. Finance a new car, drive it for a decade or so, then finance a new one before the inevitable breakdowns due to planned obsolescence manufacturing protocols of the Auto-Banking-Industrial Complex.

I may have moments of severe inconvenience when I have a blown headgasket or a boiled over radiator that requires a tow truck from the side of the road....but I think it more than balances out when such things happen only once or twice every three years or so - versus the stress of a large monthly payment due to servicing loans that generate lucrative interest for the banksters that do nothing more than create "money" out of thin air.


"You better ask the boss if you can do that first."

Of all the ones that gets to me the most, it is the men I am involved with who are simps and spineless sad sacks that put their women on a pedestal and treat her as the boss...and they assume that all other men are just like that too.

No, I don't need permission from the "boss" to go boating, hunting, fishing, drinking, surfing, diving, hiking, training, working overtime, picking up a second shift or anything else for that matter. Are you married to your mommy?

I've seen guys in a critical situation drop everything in the moment to answer "the boss" calling their Mobile Affirmation Devices, and beg and plead to let them call her back in ten minutes because we're in the middle of something that can't wait. I've literally stood their with a heavy load we are carrying together and watch incredulously as an otherwise masculine, tough and gritty man turns into a little kid afraid to upset "the boss" at home by not answering the phone whenever she feels like calling. He'll put his end of the load down and scramble to answer the phone before it goes to voicemail, which would then result in a Grand Inquisition of hellish interrogation as to why he is "ignoring her phone calls." It is absolutely sickening...and also potentially the most alienating aspect of "the red pill"  I have to keep to myself.

Manly men going all simp with their women is the most potentially alienating topic of them all. In those situations, I've become well practiced at chewing my tongue. It almost never ever works to try and get a man to see the light when it comes to relations with the female sex. In my experience, they have to hit rock bottom first before they are even close to accepting even the most mild red pill advice in terms of their dealings with women.




To address many of these topics individually with average people can be controversial and even explosively angry in their resistance to any of these counter-cultural ideas. But sometimes, I can make a general statement to someone about "THE SYSTEM" aka our current Unreality Bubble, and they will look at me with wide eyed wonderment at the insight they never before even came close to considering until I voiced it.

In a conversation I had with a colleague awhile back, who was complaining to me about how he and his wife had to work so much to pay all the bills, and that they both realized they don't spend enough time with their kids because of work and commuting that takes the majority of their time. When I told him that's exactly how it was planned, that what he is experiencing was deliberately scripted. He asked me what I meant by that. Here's what I said:

"All you need to understand about our current society and system is this: THEY want us overworked, underpaid, unappreciated, tired, sick, unhappy, uncomfortable, irreligous, superstitious and disconnected from each other. THEY want us all to have dysfunctional relationships and to have our children raised by institutions where they have greater influence on them then we do....cause we're all too busy just working to survive and pay the bills to maintain our place in the rat race instead of leading meaningful, healthy lives with fulfilling relationships with each other and our communities. THEY want all this, because such people disconnected from each other in any true and meaningful way, will then seek out happiness and fulfillment in consumerism and materialism. That is why things are they way they are in our world today."

His response? "Wait a minute, say that again?" I basically repeated it all one more time. Flabbergasted, he looked at me and did a double take. "That makes so much sense! How did you figure that out?" All I said was that sometimes I think too much about things and then I laughed out loud like a lunatic.

I thought I got through to him at that moment. In fact, I know I did. But by the next day, he got right back to the grind of his typically stressful existence in our Brave New World Order and forgot that conversation. I was further disheartened to learn that just a week later, he was ecstatically showing off the new vehicle he just took an exorbitant loan out to pay for...condemning him to double down on his already overworked lifestyle to primarily service his debt bondage to his bankster overlords.

He was slightly perplexed as to why I was not happy for him as he basked in the euphoria of an acquisition of a new vehicle. He probably wrote it off as jealousy since I drive a vehicle that is over twenty years old. I didn't have the heart to remind him that only a week ago he was complaining to me about never being able to spend time with his family cause he always had to work to pay the bills.

At least he'll look styling as he drops the kids off to daycare on his way to work.

Only people who are inspired to actively seek out and discover how much of our world has been shaped by deliberately propagated lies and illusions are capable of comprehending that the current paradigm of our Brave New World Order is an Unreality Bubble that is unsustainable and cannot last much longer.

The unreality bubble is growing, and it's all-encompassing influence cannot last forever.

For those of us who are WOKE, all we can do is get ready for the pop.

Another Sign of the Times in the Age of Matriarchy

The Slump: It's a Guy Thing

They eat from the same dishes and sleep in the same beds, but they seem to be operating in two different economies. From last November through this April, American women aged 20 and up gained nearly 300,000 jobs, according to the household survey of the Bureau of Labor Statistics (BLS). At the same time, American men lost nearly 700,000 jobs. You might even say American men are in recession, and American women are not.

What's going on? Simply put, men have the misfortune of being concentrated in the two sectors that are doing the worst: manufacturing and construction. Women are concentrated in sectors that are still growing, such as education and health care.

As the blue collar sector declines, the pink collar sector ascends. While the writer of the article poses various hypothetical guesses as to why this is happening, those of us that have unplugged form the Feminist Matrix understand EXACTLY what is going on.

The troubles for the American male worker, while exacerbated by the current slump, are hardly new. The manufacturing sector is in long-term decline, and construction goes through repeated booms and busts. Meanwhile women are graduating from college at higher rates than men.

Hmmmm...the ongoing, dialectical process of the feminization of higher education, the increased promulgation of the cultural zeitgeist that directs young women to focus on education and careers instead of forming families, and the normalization of misandry in the mainstream media has been going on for the past 30+ years.

The results of this social re-engineering are becoming more and more evident to those of us that recognize the truth. But the folks that remain oblivious cling to the delusion that we still live in a Patriarchal society oppressive to women.

Another reason politicians aren't making hay of the plight of males is that they are well aware that women are in no mood for it. Working-class and lower-middle-class women in particular, whether or not their men have jobs, are feeling economically stressed, says Bill McInturff, a pollster for Senator John McCain. He adds, "In focus groups they talk about how 'I'm taking care of my parents, his parents, buying groceries, taking kids to the doctor.' These women are tired."

See, never mind that men struggle with job loss and making ends meet to support their families, it's all about how the women feel.

Pau Hana

Been earning my living and fulfilling the provider obligations to my family by the sweat of my brow, 6 days a week. Hard work makes for thirsty work. Here in Hawaii, when a hard day's work is done, we say "Pau Hana!" -- the work is done.

Pau hana means it's almost time for the ritual imbibing of libations enjoyed by most blue collar workers everywhere. You know, that time of day one looks forward too while laboring for hours under the sun's radiant heat: BEER:30 PM

Those of you in colder, wintry climes reading this, it may same like I'm complaining...e kala mai {excuse me} but I'm not. I love the heat of the sun, but it is tiring to work long hours in 80 degree tropical sunshine with my shirt off at mid-day, working on my tan in the middle of January.

Hard my life, yeah? lozlolzlol

By the time I get home after a day of labor in the tropical sun, I've already had a couple of micro-brewed, high alcohol content (typically 6-9%) pale ales. The fasted exertion of working 8 hours without consuming anything but morning coffee, water and a cigar at lunch break, leaves me with a vague sense of hunger...but it quickly dissipates after the first gulp of a cold brew. The buzz starts to kick before the first ale is finished.

Imagine that. All those liquid carbs made from fermented grain mash on an empty stomach. I imagine it causes my blood sugar to spike pretty high. Shhhh...don't tell anyone! Wouldn't want to get kicked out of the paleo conspiracy cult by the more zealous paleo diet adherents!

By the third ale, I'm at home and freshly showered and playing with paleo baby - who is now more like paleo toddler. Then the wife serves dinner and suddenly the sight and smell of a hot plate of home cooked, real food, reawakens the ravenous beast in my belly. I devour my food, than finish with a dram or two of either Scottish single malt or some of Kentucky's finest straight whiskey, and then it's time to log on and check the email and read up on the blogroll with a nightcap.

Ideas for blog posts come to mind, but lately I've just been too tired and buzzing pleasantly from the ale and whiskey to feel the mental energy required to go through with signing in here and start composing a new post.

I'm no longer a cubicle desk jockey in which I'm logged on to teh interwebz 8 hours a day of alternating between my old virtual work and blog reading, commenting and writing. I've also had ideas for some more Spearhead and IMF entries. The old cliche about the older you get, the less time you have seems to take on new meaning. I'll get around to those ideas eventually.

As much as I enjoy the extemporaneous composition of writing posts, I enjoy reading more. Sometimes I read blogs and comment threads til I'm nodding off. Blogging ideas oft come to mind when I first log on, but they remain unfulfilled and filed away for future effort when I lose the time in reading other people's posts and comment threads.

The only reason I'm writing right now is because I decided to do a quick check today on the level of substance dependence I may or may not have developed as of late. I abstained from my now customary stop at the grocery store on the way home for some micro-brew. Nor did I indulge in a dram of my modest collection of cask-aged firewater.

No problem.

No feel of "need" or that I'm missing something.

Good. I may drink a bit too frequently, but I know it's still not hit the point of being a mental or physical crutch that I HAVE to have. But I do begin to suspect my lack of inspiration for blogging about the same old - same old has something to do with my now customary post-work libations. It's either have some drinks, relax, and go to bed and get ready for another day of hard work to support the family...or sobriety and the increase in inspiration and motivation necessary for blogging.

Given such a choice, I don't expect to resume regular posting anytime soon.

Cheers!

Thanks

I've been away from blogging for a bit because things for myself have taken a turn for the worse on the economic front. My company has gone out of business and myself and all of my colleagues have been laid off. My occasional foray into blue collar side work to supplement the income has now become my only option to keep the roof over our heads and food in our mouths. I've been working long hours doing hard work, and still sticking to my martial arts training regimen in the evenings. I've been too tired to blog.

That being said, it's Thanksgiving, and I'm grateful that I've still got the opportunity to work. Since the hard times began over 3 years ago, I swore I'd do all I can to avoid going on the dole and signing up for food stamps and other welfare programs I am morally and principally opposed to. I will do whatever it takes to stick to my principle of independence.



Deansdale requested I and a few other bloggers write a piece about "The top 10 things you can do to improve your marriage." I take it this question is based on providing advice for men already married, so things like "carefully pick the right woman" doesn't apply, since you've already made your choice.

I'll do this David Letterman style and countdown from 10 to 1:

10) Read Roissy's entire archives. All of it.

9) Read Athol Kay's blog archives and buy his book.

8) Now that you've read these works, take a hard and honest look at your situation. Face the ugly truth about your issues. Are you an AMC? You can't fix your problems if you don't even recognize what they really are in the first place.

7) Live your life so that you can be 100% honest at all times. This does not mean you have to tell her everything you are thinking or feeling at all times. Discretion and circumspection are the keys to being honest while keeping the peace. Live so that you do not have to ever lie out of fear of upsetting her, or lying to yourself with rationalizations so that you justify behaviors you may do that will hurt or destroy your marriage. When it comes to marriage, honesty is the best policy.

6) Understand the concept of FRAME. Avoid playing into her frame. This is especially important if she ever issues you an ultimatum of any sort. The minute you take her ultimatum at face value and make a choice, you've submitted to her frame and you've lost either way.

5) Learn to recognize when she's "shit testing you" or "fitness testing you."

4) If you've fallen into a pattern of begging her for sex STOP THIS IMMEDIATELY. COLD TURKEY. NEVER, EVER BEG FOR SEXUAL RELATIONS FROM YOUR WIFE, EVER AGAIN.

3) Their are two sorts of relationship patterns men develop with their wives over time, especially if you have children together - a woman's basic nature to act as a mother will begin to apply to you. She will begin to act like a motherly authority to you. You have to be aware of this dynamic and shut it down as soon as she starts to treat you like you're one of her children. Remember this saying, "You are not MY Mother. I have one already. You are my wife."

2) Learn to say No when you have good reason to. Make it stick in the face of resistance and emotional outpouring of anger, sadness and/or tears.

And finally, the number one thing you can do to improve your marriage:

1)Realize that the only person you can change is YOURSELF. You can't change her. You can only change your behaviors, your patterns and your routines and hopefully see if she responds favorably to the changes you effect in yourself.



Finally, for this year, I resolve to avoid any and all partially hydrogenated feed products at my family's Turkey feast. I'll probably indulge in some sugary dessert, but the memory of how shitty I felt for several days last year after eating all the grains and partially-hydrogenated crap should be enough to help me resist temptation.

Happy Thanksgiving to all who read this.

Wicked World

In 1969, 4 men in an unknown, British, working-class Blues band saw a long line of people outside the cinema, waiting to see a Boris Karloff horror film entitled Black Sabbath. Realization struck their stoned-out minds that people were lining up to pay to get the crap scared out of them.

They changed their band name to the aforementioned movie title, and started writing horror-movie inspired lyrics set to dark, scarier sounding music. Thus, heavy metal music was born.


When I was 13 years old, I found an old, discarded cassette tape of Black Sabbath's second album, Paranoid. From the moment I heard the sirens wailing along with the opening chords to War Pigs, I've become a Sabbath fan for the rest of my life.

One of the highlights of my young adult life was flying to the West Coast to attend the Black Sabbath reunion tour in 2000 with all of the original band members...with Pantera as the opening act. They weren't scheduled to come to Hawaii, and I knew it was a once in a lifetime chance to see one of my favorite bands, and I wasn't disappointed one bit, despite what essentially added up to the most expensive concert I've ever paid to attend when you add in airfare, accommodation and transportation...all while still attending college and money was not easy to come by.

But please excuse my pleasant reminisces.

What inspired this blog post was listening to one of my favorite songs while driving to work the other day. It was a song from their first album, entitled Wicked World.


This young band that deliberately set out to make horror music, wrote a song featuring aspects of life that they thought made it a "wicked world." The first verse mentioned the juxtaposition of blue collar workers trudging off to work just to survive, while people in other countries were counting their dead. The second verse refers to politicians who decide who gets to go and die in wars, and how they use tax money to fund things like space travel to the moon while people are dying of diseases.

These were things young 19-20 year old British men in 1969 thought made up a "wicked world"

But the third verse?

A woman goes to work every day after day
She just goes to work just to earn her pay
Child sitting crying by a life that's harder
He doesn't even know who is his father

In 1969, a fatherless child neglected at home because the mother had to work to support herself and her child was "wicked."

My, my how the times have changed.

What was once universally considered a social tragedy has now been normalized and accepted. A world that considers working single mom's neglecting their Fatherless children as normal, or even desirable, is a wicked world indeed.

*Hat tip to Christian J's Saving the boys raised by single mothers blog for the preceding image.

The Enemy is Always the State

From Llew Rockwell's "The Enemy is Always the State"

Let me state this as plainly as possible. The enemy is the state. There are other enemies too, but none so fearsome, destructive, dangerous, or culturally and economically debilitating. No matter what other proximate enemy you can name — big business, unions, victim lobbies, foreign lobbies, medical cartels, religious groups, classes, city dwellers, farmers, left-wing professors, right-wing blue-collar workers, or even bankers and arms merchants — none are as horrible as the hydra known as the leviathan state. If you understand this point — and only this point — you can understand the core of libertarian strategy.

One thing is for certain - in American politics, the Democrat party, the liberal and so-called "progressive" movements are the home of the feminist movement. The conservative and Republican side is generally the home of the anti-feminist faction of America's body politic - but in the three-card monte game called the "Two Party System," the feminist agenda has continued it's long, hostile march through American society, leaving millions of lives damaged, destroyed and altered irrevocably, regardless of whichever party has had control. This is what's referred to as the dialectical process.

Whether the Republicans or the Democrats have controlled the Executive branch and the Legislative branches of government, the feminist, anti-family agenda has continued to proceed with it's implementation of reforming a country that what was once the land of the free and the home of the brave into the land of the Fee and the home of the Slave.

Remember this the next time you see a Republican politician standing in front of a crowd, or on your TV or broadcasting their voice over the radio, speaking of "family values" and "defending marriage."

While the Republican or so-called "compassionate" conservative talks about Homosexual marriage as a threat to the institution of marriage, we who have unplugged from the Matriarchy know damn well that gay marriage means NOTHING in the grand scheme of things. Two gays having a little formal ceremony and legal recognition like a heterosexual couple has, doesn't destroy marriage. Feminism's agenda of no-fault divorce; the extra-constitutional family court system; the peonage of husbands and fathers to ex-wives and their alienated children; the domestic violence industry racket; the anti-male, anti-father cultural zeitgeist and the subversion of higher education into centers of indoctrination by the feminists have done the job just fine in destroying the institution of marriage.

Yet you never hear NOT ONE SINGLE SO-CALLED CONSERVATIVE/REPUBLICAN EVER TALK ABOUT THE TRUE PROBLEMS THAT ARE DESTROYING THE INSTITUTION OF MARRIAGE.

Because the game Republicans versus Democrats is really just a diversion to keep the nation distracted and divided so that the real agenda can continue to be implemented - the abrogation of American national sovereignty and subsuming of the USA into a Socialist One-World Global Governance.

This is why in my opinion that it is the Libertarian political philosophy that is the ONLY one tenable to the MRA movement.

Because the only sure principle in American politics is that whether it's Democans or Republicrats who control the government, the real problem is the size, scope and power of the centralized Federal government.

It is through this empowerment of the institution of Government that the ruthless, family-destroying agenda of the feminists have been legislated, subsidized, promoted and disseminated. And voting for the Republicans is not going to change this one bit, as they've already proven by their "compassionate conservatism" (i.e. socialism) that they are just as committed to growing the size and scope of the government as the liberal socialist Democrats ever were.

Of course, there are always exceptions to every rule...and in this case, that would be Ron Paul.

Bill Clinton's Biggest Blow Job Made A Giant Sucking Sound

Seventeen years ago today, then U.S. President William Jefferson Clinton, signed the North American Free Trade Agreement into law.

It must be noted that this was not some liberal Democrat act of malfeasance...as it was ceremonially signed one year earlier on December 17, 1992 by Republican President George H.W. Bush. Which, of course, further illustrates the point I repeatedly expound upon - that the Republicans and the Democrats are essentially two sides of the same coin, and that their supposed platform differences are merely weapons of mass distraction to divide and conquer we the sheeple while both sides continue to institute the Brave New World Order agenda of globalization.

But it became law under Bill, so we must give him the ultimate credit. Monica Lewinsky was not the biggest or best blow job of the 1990's. No, that was the blow job he gave to manufacturing jobs in the U.S. when he signed NAFTA into law.

Oh the irony...As I finished writing that last paragraph, my business phone rang and I've just completed a preliminary conversation with a potential client. His background story stated that he worked for both a big name plumbing and faucet company that has the word "AMERICAN" as part of it's name (I will not say the exact company name...but you can figure it out)....and he just got laid off because this "AMERICAN" company is moving it's factory to Mexico. Prior to that stint, he worked for a prominent lightbulb production factory (another well known brand), that moved to Mexico, necessitating his move to the plumbing factory.

This was a literal example of a real life person who experienced the results of NAFTA - perfectly illustrating what this article, NAFTA destroyed Employment and Shifted Production, pointed out:

NAFTA opened up Mexico's borders to U.S. businesses. What used to be an $18 per hour manufacturing job in America became a $3 per hour job in Mexico. No manufacturer wishing to remain competitive in America could possibly pay $18-20 per hour here when the same product can be produced right across the border in Mexico for just $3 per hour and then shipped back to the U.S. free of charge.

In the 1992 Presidential Debate between Perot, Clinton and Bush Sr., Ross Perot's very first statement dealt with NAFTA and it's future implications should it be ratified:

That's right at the top of my agenda. We've shipped millions of jobs overseas and we have a strange situation because we have a process in Washington where after you've served for a while you cash in and become a foreign lobbyist, make $30,000 a month; then take a leave, work on Presidential campaigns, make sure you got good contacts, and then go back out. Now if you just want to get down to brass tacks, the first thing you ought to do is get all these folks who've got these one-way trade agreements that we've negotiated over the years and say, "Fellows, we'll take the same deal we gave you." And they'll gridlock right at that point because, for example, we've got international competitors who simply could not unload their cars off the ships if they had to comply -- you see, if it was a two-way street -- just couldn't do it. We have got to stop sending jobs overseas.

To those of you in the audience who are business people, pretty simple: If you're paying $12, $13, $14 an hour for factory workers and you can move your factory South of the border, pay a dollar an hour for labor, hire young -- let's assume you've been in business for a long time and you've got a mature work force -- pay a dollar an hour for your labor, have no health care -- that's the most expensive single element in making a car -- have no environmental controls, no pollution controls and no retirement, and you don't care about anything but making money, there will be a giant sucking sound going south.

Ross Perot was right. Some may say prophetic. Nah, he was just a smart, successful businessman that understood the ultimate outcome if NAFTA were ratified. It was common freakin' sense.

While there's a lot more to our current economic mess than just NAFTA, it surely has played a significant role in today's present unemployment rates and there disproportionate number of men who don't have any blue collar manufacturing jobs in their home States.

They got sucked down -- and indeed as my phone call a few minutes ago confirmed, are still sucking them down -- to Mexico.

Quiplinks VIII: Messages for Millenials

"From the days of Spartacus-Weishaupt to those of Karl Marx, and down to Trotsky, Bela Kun, Rosa Luxembourg, and Emma Goldman, this world-wide conspiracy for the overthrow of civilization and for the reconstitution of society on the basis of arrested development, of envious malevolence, and impossible equality, has been steadily growing." - Winston Churchill, Illustrated Sunday Herald, February 8, 1920, page 5.

One thing about all this reflection, introspection and rumination that I've engaged in while going through all my old articles at The Spearhead, is that for the first few years of having undertaken blogging, I still considered myself a young man, even though I was in my early 30's.

Now that I'm in my early 40's, I realize that mindset was the result of our Brave New World Order's social engineering programming of arrested development. In retrospect, I realize that as bad as I've been afflicted with a state of arrested development that led me to make a number of life altering decisions that I now regret and have no chance of going back and correcting (You Only Live Once!), I still did not have it as bad as what I see many of the younger generation of people are dealing with.

Those of you who are reading this, and you are in your early years of adulthood...heed these messages of those of us who have been there and done that. You only get one chance at your youth. How you spend it, will have a multitude of effects and affects on the rest of your life.

No one makes that point better than Mike Cernovich at Danger & Play:

"Baby Boomers have sold you a lie. Fifty is not the new thirty and thirty is not the new twenty.

Twenty is twenty and your twenties are a magical, once-in-a-lifetime decade.

Although I feel great at 37: Claiming my body or mind is anything like it was at 27 would be delusional beyond comprehension."

I concur with this completely. "Fifty is the new thirty" and "thirty is the new twenty" are really just vile lies used as marketing slogans designed to sell all the consumers and human resources a host of products and services to profit off of the mass delusion that we can all maintain the illusion of youth and vitality well into the years of natural aging and biological decay. There are no pills, procedures, operations or products that can make as much of a difference in how you age, than developing the habits, skills and disciplines in your young adulthood that carry you throughout the rest of your life.

The choices you make now may well have consequences decades into the future.


Sarah's Daughter makes this point to her own teenage daughters:

The majority of your life will be lived over the age of 40.

One of the most important things you can do in your youth, is to cultivate an attitude and world view that guides your interactions and relationships in life. Nurture gratitude and suppress any feelings of envy and covetousness you may experience. This is one of the keys to finding the nourishment that comes from the synergy of living in symbiosis. Envy is nourishment for the parasite. It inhibits, stunts and potentially even destroys symbiotic organisms.


Uncle Bob at Uncle Bob's Treehouse has repeatedly pointed out how being covetous and envious of others are the roots of many modern evils.

"For years I have been a great reader of "fairy tales," myths and fables (such as Aesop's) and many of them deal with envy and its destructive effects, and gratitude and its beneficial effects.

In fact, these stories tell us you can feel envy, or you can feel gratitude, but you can't feel both."

While Uncle Bob likes to refer us all to fairy tales, myths and fables as timeless messages of truth to be gleaned from ancient cultures that are still applicable today,  Beefy Levinson at Lamentably Sane offers us an admonishment on these principles that are relevant to all young people in the present age,  many of whom are entirely way too absorbed in the use of DHS data harvesting and profiling apps social media:

I learned not to compare myself with others. Social media only shows us what they want us to see.

And what many, many folks post on their Data mining portals for the Panopticon Social media accounts, are really nothing more than solipsistic indulgences meant to inspire envy and covetousness in others, in a misguided attempt to feel better about their own lives. "Look at me! Don't you wish you were doing this too?"



As Henry Dampier notes:

In internet culture, people have become, at least in their perceptions, increasingly disembodied in their approaches to thought and life.

This is I believe, a purposeful and deliberate effect of our increasing dependence on the virtual world as a means of making a living in the real world.

Speaking of making a living in the real world, one of the standout contributors at Return of Kings, Quintus Curtius, raises another great point for young people just entering the work force:

"One of the (many) problems in America today is that there are too many chiefs, and not enough Indians.  Too many cooks, but not enough servers.  Too many shit-talking bastards, and not enough work-horses. You get my drift."

Indeed I do, Quintus. My return to the blue collar trades in the past few years has made me really appreciate this. I've worked with a few young whippersnappers who think they know it all. Pipe down young buck, you don't, and you're just trying to tell me how to do something I've already done and failed at in the past. Don't get butt hurt that I'm ignoring your genius, listen to Zed and get your ass to work and shovel the fuckin' gravel! 




Now, of course, one of the biggest aspects of our deliberately engineered arrested development culture is effected by our mass media inspired worship of the mating dance of the human animal as the ultimate pursuit in life.

It is a deliberate misdirection to extend adolescence to inhibit monogamous pair bonding that results in large families as the foundation of civilized society. Thus we have all endured an endless array of propaganda and cultural brainwashing to destroy our abilities to form meaningful relationships with the opposite sex.

Listen up, you youngsters!

When it comes to the dating and mating scene, things have not always been this fucked up. There was this thing in the 1960's called the "Sexual Revolution," when the Baby Boomers where your age. Those who took part in the rebelling against civilization building norms  are now the Establishment, and the Establishment they preside over is what we are all now dealing with.

I concur with Lena S. of Not Equal But Different, when she states:

"I for one will celebrate the day when the young of this country give a big middle finger to the establishment of aging baby boomers who still fancy themselves revolutionaries, apparently blind to the irony of their operations. They have made themselves obsolete, peddling crackpot theories that are only believable to a deliberately-dumbed down people."

But for young men who wake up to the realities of the modern mating marketplace, beware the trap of hedonistic promiscuity. The red pill can take you down that path, but that way can trap you in a vice of your own making.


As Reality Doug notes:

"Now if you are the dumb animal man, fucking chicks is basically all you need to ponder in your day. If you are a savage, you might also want a grass skirt that holds up wash after wash. If you are a high culture man, you might want to get your philosophy right to get the compass of your life right and to find value, real value, in your character and resourcefulness if no where else in this fucked over global economy."

Many players and pick up artists that spend years in the game, performing as carousel animals for a multitude of sluts to ride on, eventually develop a nagging doubt, a sense of emptiness that results from the meaninglessness of sterilized, contracepted sex with a multitude of strangers.

As Roosh V recently lamented:

"Unless we see drastic world changes in the next 15 years, merely having a pleasant lifestyle and individual freedom is where the trip ends for us, without being able to create our own family."

As a father and family man myself, the joy of having and raising children is unmatched by any other experience I've had in this life. A lot of the problems that we all face in trying to achieve a family come from being mired in an existence that has already been planned out for us to turn us into human resources and debt slave consumers. The system was designed to estrange us from each other, especially our own flesh-and-blood offspring.

Listen up, self-improvement-driven MAndrospherians - just as there are thousands of articles and blog posts written about avoiding the traps of debt, consumerism, avoiding teh pr0n, eating clean and sticking to the discipline of a good work out regiment, with conscious, deliberate planning and choices, the same holds true for seeking to form your own family. Despite the state of the institution and the many real dangers involved, marriage and family are still obtainable if you take it as seriously as anything else you pursue with so-called red pill clarity.

Our society and civilization are in near-terminal decline. But all is not as hopeless. If we ever hope to restore civilized society, it starts with restoring the building blocks of the foundation of civilized society. That means finding a way to create your own Marriage 1.0 under the current regime of Marriage 2.0.

But that doesn't mean marrying the first person you're attracted to and hoping for the best.

You have to be careful, conscientious and deliberate before you take the plunge. As Black Poison Soul notes about modern husbandry in Marriage 2.0:

"In my view: life is too short to cater to somebody else all the time." 

One of my all time favorite sayings is this: the only person you can change is yourself. If you let yourself turn into the Average Married Chump aka the provider-slave that Black Poison Soul refers to, at some point you're going to have to come to the realization that it's not her fault....you conditioned her to treat you like that by your own behavior!

I have written it over and over again in the past on this blog...that I do not recommend marriage to today's youth.

I come now to conditionally recant and retract that sentiment. I see thing's differently with a little bit older and I like to think wiser eyes. It goes back to the conundrum of the Mutilated Beggar Argument that Dr. Daniel Amneus pointed out in his seminal work The Garbage Generation.

"In Cairo there exists a cottage industry which mutilates children to be used as beggars. The more gruesome and pitiable the mutilations, the more the beggars will earn. The disfigured children are placed on mats on street corners with a begging bowl and they ask for alms for the love of Allah.

The almsgiver is doing a good thing and a bad thing. The good thing is paying for the child's next meal. The bad thing is ensuring that more children will be mutilated."

Telling people not to marry and have kids because of how messed up the system is, merely contributes further to the degradation and decline of our society and culture. I now say, take the risk, and go for it. Just be mindful and never forget what a marriage between a man and woman really is, as poetically pointed out over at 80 proof Oinomancy:

"It’s elemental warfare. Men are fire.Women are water...

...should the ideal balance be struck: she confines him to the point of utility and safety, while he boils her enough to power the engine that is the family and its greatest extension: Civilization."

As Vox Day advises:

Giving up what you fear potentially losing means you have already lost.

The ultimate resistance to our Brave New World Order, is to breed the next generation of revolutionaries and freedom fighters. For us Gen X'rs, we're already reaching the age of declining fecundity. You youngsters are our only hope!

For You, Oh Glittering Sun

'Ia 'oe e ka la, e alohi nei...

...Mana welelau a o ka honua

For you, oh glittering sun...

...there, on the summit of the world

A Farewell to the Summer Sun

Some of you may be wondering what the hell this posting is about.

It's about one of my newly acquired, favorite past times - the best way to dose up on your vitamin D.

Nude sunbathing.

It seems to me that our species is the only terrestrial species for which many actively avoids the mid-day sun, or if they do go out in it, most cover up or slather on all sorts of chemical concoctions to "protect" the skin from the sun.

Every morning, here in Hawaii, whenever the local TV newscast starts off it's weather segment predicting a sun drenched day, it's always accompanied with an admonishment to "put on the sun block, it's gonna be a hot one today!"

Yet, if you listen to the array of advice put forth in the mainstream mass media, you get conflicting messages regarding vitamin D and it's role in cancer, and the role of sun exposure and Vitamin D levels, and the never ending sales pitch to use sunscreen whenever you head outdoors.

The standard advice is that if at all possible, cover up with clothes and sunglasses, wide brim hats, and above all else, avoid the sun between 10:00am - 4:00pm - the time of day when the sun is directly overhead and at it's most intense exposure. Look at the very first suggestion from the American Cancer Society's page on Skin Cancer Prevention Activities:

Limit the amount of time spent in direct sun when the sun’s rays are most intense, generally from 10:00 a.m. to 4:00 p.m.

Ah well, we all know the conventional wisdom promulgated by the likes of the American Cancer Society is nothing more than lies designed to get us to become unhealthy so we can than become revenue streams for the medical/pharmaceutical/insurance complex, right? I mean, think about it....Vitamin D deficiency is related to a whole host of illnesses, including nearly all forms of cancer - but the American Cancer Society advises everyone to get out of the sun from 10am - 4pm daily - the only time of day in which the sun is at the right angle so you you can actually get enough UVB rays for your skin to produce your badly needed vitamin D!

Gee...you think the American Cancer Society has a vested interest in making sure cancer is a problem that is never solved so that they will have a perpetual reason to exist?

Nah....couldn't be.

Look at all the pictures of all the animals above...all are sunbathing in the mid-day sun. Think they intuitively or instinctively know something many of us do not?

To put this all simply: Vitamin D is one of the most important substances your body needs.

You only produce it when your skin is exposed to UVB sunlight rays. The sun generally emits two spectrum of ultraviolet light - UVA and UVB. UVB only reaches those in it's direct line of exposure - mid-day, that 10am-4pm window. UVA is ambient, penetrates cloudcover, and is the UV responsible for causing sun burns. You're exposed to UVA anytime you're outdoors and the sun is in the sky, though early dawn and late dusk, it is minimal. UVA is why you can get sunburned on a cloudy day, or if you're wearing a wide brimmed hat and sunglasses, and your face still gets burned when your on the water or snow. UVA can be reflected and still burn you from long time exposure to it.

Another important factor to consider is that sunscreen and sunblock may prevent you from getting burned from long exposure to the sun...but it also blocks your skins ability to produce Vitamin D from UVB exposure.

So what was that advice again? Avoid sun exposure between the hours of 10am to 4pm, but if you must go out during that time, make sure you cover up and slather on sunscreen.

Follow this advice religiously, and you too can become a beneficiary of the cancer industries services when you're older!

Some people have jokingly said that whatever Doctor's and conventional wisdom recommends, you should do the exact opposite, and rest assured, you'll be better off for it. In terms of sun "safety" I think this advice may have merit.

Prior to this summer, I had been taking liquid Vitamin D3 capsules on a daily basis. After exhausting another bottle, while I was at the store contemplating another $20 bottle of D3, I thought to myself "Why am I paying for this when I live in Hawaii, where the latitude means I can get it for free year round? So I passed on the bottle of D3 and resolved to begin a sun bathing regimen.

Here's my "Vitamin D-for-free" strategy:

- At the beginning of this summer (around May), I began to deliberately sun bathe around 12 noon without any sun screen or clothing, for about 15 minutes front and back. It helps that I live in a rural area and do not have neighbors who can see my yard...but if you're an exhibitionist, than go for it!

- After a couple of sun bathing sessions, I gradually increased the time I stay out in the sun - from 15 minutes, I began to stay out for 20, than 25, so on and so forth. I can currently sun bathe for about 2 hours in the mid-day sun without sunscreen and not get burned. Tolerance to the sun takes time to build up, but if you do it right, you'll develop a nice tan and not get burned at all. I get comments on my tan from people all the time now.

- If I do have to spend a long time in the sun (like when I pick up some extra blue collar side work, or go to an all day event at the beach), I will cover up with clothes and a wide brimmed hat and sun glasses for the majority of the day - but if I'm able to, I'll take off the hat, sunglasses and shirt around noon and expose my skin to the sun while working for about an hour and than cover it all up again for the rest of the day. My co-workers think I'm crazy, as they're slathering on the sunscreen and keeping covered all day long.

- If I'm at the beach for say a picnic or barbecue with family and friends, I'll stay covered and in the shade, and only venture out into the sun to jump in the water for a swim or play a game, than head right back for the shade when I'm done with the activity.

- If I'm going surfing or diving or some other activity that has me in the water for hours, I'll usually either go at dawn or dusk (in other words, actually follow the conventional wisdom and avoid the 10-4 window). That way I don't need to use sunscreen and still avoid getting burned. I can honestly say that this is the first time in my entire life living in Hawaii in which I did not get sunburned or had peeling skin during the summer months, and I have yet to even use a single dab of sunscreen.

- Diet plays a huge role in developing sun tolerance as well. Prior to cutting glutenous grains and industrial vegetable oils out of my diet and dramatically reducing my sugar intake while increasing the saturated fats, I would get sunburned within 15 - 20 minutes of of mid day sun exposure. Now, even if I do happen to stay out in the sun a little too long, I may turn red...but within 12 hours, the redness fades and my tan is darker, and I don't have the pain of a sunburn, nor does my skin peel. When I used to eat SAD, redness meant days of pain and eventual peeling for sure.

- One of the things I've always wanted to acquire, was a hot tub. I'm frequently sore and bruised all over my body from my martial arts training regimen. I've often longingly thought of sinking into a hot tub to relax my sore muscles many a night after my classes. I have noticed lately though that about an hour after sun bathing, my previously sore muscles feel relaxed and rejuvenated...as if I had been in a hot tub, or I just had a deep-tissue massage. So I googled the other day...sure enough, Vitamin D levels and muscle soreness, injury recovery, cramping and body building definitely appear to be related!

Dang. Seems like all the other terrestrial species on the planet who sunbathe at mid day may be on to something...why waste money on things like sunscreen, massages and such, when all you need to do is sunbathe on a regular basis? In these tough economic times, the Sun is one of the best ways to cut your healthcare costs!

I still want a hot tub though.

Cubicle Farming the Desk Jockeys

I spent well over 16 years of my life at a desk in various cubicle farms in the white collar corporate world of business in Hawaii. Much of the archives of this blog were written during my down time at my various jobs I've performed in a cubicle. Hours upon hours spent at a desk, hacking away at my keyboard under the artificial light of the PC screen, to earn enough money to service my debts I had taken on to achieve the American Dream of buying shit I didn't need, with money I didn't have.

When you follow the script laid out by our mass media programming and institutionalized indoctrination by the public schooling system, you easily sleepwalk right into the debt trap and the endless pursuit of faux-meaning in consumerist materialism. Waking up from the nightmare is a painful process, but is worth it when you eventually get to a better place and a more meaningful existence. Learning to love and appreciate that which truly matters is one of the most painful lessons I've learned in my time on this planet.

But during this painful awakening to the truth, one of the first realizations I came to, was that this entire charade we call "civilization" was deliberately designed to entrap and enslave as many people as possible in the rat race of  debt-driven consumerism. It's good to see I'm not the only who is aware of this, that more and more people continue to wake up to this society-wide scam.

I just came across an article published 3 years ago, that has recently gone viral on the social media circuit of teh Interwebz, and it shed some light on a new angle I had never considered before while ruminating on the machinations behind the deliberate design of this infernal system.

From Your Lifestyle Has Already Been Designed:

Here in the West, a lifestyle of unnecessary spending has been deliberately cultivated and nurtured in the public by big business. Companies in all kinds of industries have a huge stake in the public’s penchant to be careless with their money. They will seek to encourage the public’s habit of casual or non-essential spending whenever they can.

In the documentary The Corporation, a marketing psychologist discussed one of the methods she used to increase sales. Her staff carried out a study on what effect the nagging of children had on their parents’ likelihood of buying a toy for them. They found out that 20% to 40% of the purchases of their toys would not have occurred if the child didn’t nag its parents. One in four visits to theme parks would not have taken place. They used these studies to market their products directly to children, encouraging them to nag their parents to buy.

This marketing campaign alone represents many millions of dollars that were spent because of demand that was completely manufactured.

“You can manipulate consumers into wanting, and therefore buying, your products. It’s a game.” ~ Lucy Hughes, co-creator of “The Nag Factor”

This is only one small example of something that has been going on for a very long time. Big companies didn’t make their millions by earnestly promoting the virtues of their products, they made it by creating a culture of hundreds of millions of people that buy way more than they need and try to chase away dissatisfaction with money.

We buy stuff to cheer ourselves up, to keep up with the Joneses, to fulfill our childhood vision of what our adulthood would be like, to broadcast our status to the world, and for a lot of other psychological reasons that have very little to do with how useful the product really is. How much stuff is in your basement or garage that you haven’t used in the past year?

Despite coming to these same realizations, and deliberately down-sizing and economizing my behavior as a consumer, I still have plenty of "stuff" from my days of toiling at desks in the cubicle farms of Encorporea to finance the  mindless consumerism lifestyle, cluttering up and collecting dust in my domicile's storage spaces.

When looking at these accumulations, I often marvel at my former oblivion to my meaningless spending patterns.Why did I buy so much useless devices, contraptions, trinkets, baubles and other dust-farming detritus? The article at Raptitude gave me a new perspective on what may have been one of the subconscious motivations behind my mindless behavior:

The ultimate tool for corporations to sustain a culture of this sort is to develop the 40-hour workweek as the normal lifestyle. Under these working conditions people have to build a life in the evenings and on weekends. This arrangement makes us naturally more inclined to spend heavily on entertainment and conveniences because our free time is so scarce.

*lightbulb* Here's the angle I never considered before!

Of course, this only really occurred to him, because he had actually taken an extended, 9 month sabbatical from his vocation and traveled abroad. Returning from such a long break in the corporate cubicle farm lifestyle gave him a fresh perspective on just what the hell we are all actually doing, slaving away as desk jockeys in the bowels of Encorporea.

I’ve only been back at work for a few days, but already I’m noticing that the more wholesome activities are quickly dropping out of my life: walking, exercising, reading, meditating, and extra writing. The one conspicuous similarity between these activities is that they cost little or no money, but they take time.

Suddenly I have a lot more money and a lot less time, which means I have a lot more in common with the typical working North American than I did a few months ago. While I was abroad I wouldn’t have thought twice about spending the day wandering through a national park or reading my book on the beach for a few hours. Now that kind of stuff feels like it’s out of the question. Doing either one would take most of one of my precious weekend days!

The last thing I want to do when I get home from work is exercise. It’s also the last thing I want to do after dinner or before bed or as soon as I wake, and that’s really all the time I have on a weekday.

This seems like a problem with a simple answer: work less so I’d have more free time. I’ve already proven to myself that I can live a fulfilling lifestyle with less than I make right now. Unfortunately, this is close to impossible in my industry, and most others. You work 40-plus hours or you work zero. My clients and contractors are all firmly entrenched in the standard-workday culture, so it isn’t practical to ask them not to ask anything of me after 1pm, even if I could convince my employer not to.

Heh. I only came to this realization after my last cubicle farm I toiled at in Downtown Honolulu, went out of business in our Brave New Economy, and I started working various blue collar trade work to make ends meet. I've been working off and on part time between 3 different jobs for the better part of two years now. I can work for 3 weeks straight, 6-7 days a week, and then have 2 weeks off before getting a call to work again. While I'm working some physically demanding jobs and earning a little less than I used to make as a desk jockey, I have something I never had before - long, consecutive stretches of time off to do other things I find more fulfilling and meaningful. And yes, I no longer engage in frivolous and meaningless consumption of material goods. I work hard for my money, I'm far more conscious of how I spend it when I do have to venture into the city to go to the various corporate cartel distribution outlets shopping centers to acquire the basics of sustenance.

Now that I've been free of the rigid, inflexible routine of the 40+ hour workweek, I've got far more time to simply THINK.

And reflecting and ruminating is precisely what THEY don't want us doing...as we might actually decide to stop following their mindless scrip and live for ourselves rather than their profits. 

The eight-hour workday developed during the industrial revolution in Britain in the 19th century, as a respite for factory workers who were being exploited with 14- or 16-hour workdays. As technologies and methods advanced, workers in all industries became able to produce much more value in a shorter amount of time. You’d think this would lead to shorter workdays. But the 8-hour workday is too profitable for big business, not because of the amount of work people get done in eight hours (the average office worker gets less than three hours of actual work done in 8 hours) but because it makes for such a purchase-happy public. Keeping free time scarce means people pay a lot more for convenience, gratification, and any other relief they can buy. It keeps them watching television, and its commercials. It keeps them unambitious outside of work.

We’ve been led into a culture that has been engineered to leave us tired, hungry for indulgence, willing to pay a lot for convenience and entertainment, and most importantly, vaguely dissatisfied with our lives so that we continue wanting things we don’t have. We buy so much because it always seems like something is still missing.

Remember that old maxim, "Time is money?"

Fuck that noise. Time well spent on meaningful things is worth far more than the purchasing power of fiat currency reserve notes for materialistic excess. I've gotten far more satisfaction and memorable experiences spending hours playing musical instruments and developing my musical abilities or time spent in the dojo as a practitioner of the martial arts, or hours hunting game in the mountains, than I ever got from buying the latest electronic gadget, playing the latest video game or watching the latest new release DVD.

I've gotten far more meaning out of  hiking out in the woods or swimming at the beach with family and friends, than going shopping.

 Of course, we cannot escape the fact that we need money to subsist. It does take some money to be able to buy a guitar or put gas in the car to get to the beach. But the difference between purposeful consumption versus materialistic consumerism is a matter of degrees and attitude.

Western economies, particularly that of the United States, have been built in a very calculated manner on gratification, addiction, and unnecessary spending. We spend to cheer ourselves up, to reward ourselves, to celebrate, to fix problems, to elevate our status, and to alleviate boredom.

I used to want a hundred various, high end, brand name, guitars. I used to desire a hundred different guns and knives. Every time I'd get a new one, I'd enjoy one of these items for a little while, before feeling that vague sense of I need another, better model.

Upon gaining awareness of the lie that the pursuit of materialism is the road to happiness, I have now come to a place of contentment with what I already do have. Sure, I'd still like to have a Gibson Les Paul or a Taylor Koa wood acoustic...but I'm more than satisfied with my Fender Stratocaster and Takamine acoustic (both I had bought on credit in my younger, more foolish days). But more importantly, I no longer even consider the urge to go down to the music store in Honolulu and put myself into debt to buy a higher end guitar that I want for the 'status' of owning a high-end axe versus the perfectly fine and serviceable guitars I already possess. If I ever come to a point in life where I have enough disposable income to purchase a higher-end guitar outright, I just might. But long gone are the days of impulsive spending on things I don't need with money I have not yet earned.

Can you imagine what would happen if all of America stopped buying so much unnecessary fluff that doesn’t add a lot of lasting value to our lives?
The economy would collapse and never recover.

We are already on that particular road. As the unemployment rate continues to rise, inflation continues to erode our money's purchasing power, and credit availability continues to escalate, more and more people are being forced to cut back on their pursuit of the illusion of happiness through consumption by force, not by choice.

All of America’s well-publicized problems, including obesity, depression, pollution and corruption are what it costs to create and sustain a trillion-dollar economy. For the economy to be “healthy”, America has to remain unhealthy. Healthy, happy people don’t feel like they need much they don’t already have, and that means they don’t buy a lot of junk, don’t need to be entertained as much, and they don’t end up watching a lot of commercials.

The culture of the eight-hour workday is big business’ most powerful tool for keeping people in this same dissatisfied state where the answer to every problem is to buy something.

Yes, this entire state of affairs was deliberately designed that way.

This is what the "Red Pill" really means to me. It's not just deprogramming from the dysfunctional mating script, or learning to avoid the feed and pharmaceutical poisons, or the debt-driven, consumerist lifestyle, but taking it all in it's sum totality. It's recognizing all facets of the Borg that is actively seeking to assimilate us all.


Or, in other terms, as pointed out by Thomas the Rhymer in this recent Return of Kings article,  it's recognizing that we've all been born into a devious, mind-controlling cult:

There is a cult that has spread through the world. Every day, millions of people base their decisions on what this cult proclaims to be agreeable or not. This cult has reserved for itself the right to dictate to its followers what foods they must eat, what drinks they must drink, what is appropriate to read and listen to, and encourages its followers to sacrifice their well-being in the service of this cult. Like all cults, people are gently sucked in, not even realising that they are joining a cult. This is the cult of consumerism, and instead of prophets it has advertisements.

The only true path to happiness in today's Brave New World Order is to escape the cult and find the things in this life that hold true value and meaning: family, true friendships, the bonds of kinship and shared experiences.

But like trying to escape any cult, you're bound to have fellow cult members try and keep you from leaving.

Pay them no mind....

We are in the midst of one of the most widespread cult movements in history, demanding your money at every turn and trying to manipulate the way you think by bombarding you with messages from every possible direction. It’s up to you to decide whether you wish to remain in this cult, and enjoy the false gifts and false pleasures that the cult will provide for you.

Or, at the cost of a sort of ostracism from your friends and colleagues, you can abandon the fool’s paradise and wake up to live in the real world, a world run on whatever terms you can make for yourself, rather than what the advertisers have chosen for you.

What precisely is this life that the advertisers have chosen for we the sheeple? Let's start off with the script of going into debt to achieve credentialed certification from the Brave New World Order's indoctrination cartel higher education University system so you can obtain a position as a desk jockey in the cubicle farms of Encorporea.

Find a the means to escape the 40 hour work week, or the 8 hour workday as much as possible. One or two weeks of vacation a year is just not enough time to build anything meaningful outside of the artificial and arbitrary work week THEY have deliberately designed for us.

Differentiate between your wants and your needs, and consciously try to ward off the influence of the prophets of the consumerist cult as much as possible. Your time is the most precious thing you have in this brief moment of time we call life.