First, there is no doubt in my mind of the benefits of walking the actual path and suffering what life throws at you. It DOES galvanize and strengthen men. It DOES increase your testosterone, and I would even argue that the human brain CANNOT learn unless there is some actual pain or a price to be paid. You can sit there reading all the Roosh, Rollo, and Roissy you want, until you get your ass shot down by scores of women, hit the gym like Ed Latimore, or ride across the country like Ole Cappy, you will merely be a professor, a theoretician, and teacher who can only teach and never do.
But this doesn’t mean taking in the wisdom and advice (not to mention learning from the HORRIBLE mistakes) of other men has no value. It most certainly does. It prevents you from making the same mistakes men before you did, it prevents you from wasting your resources (as men before you did), and (what I would argue is the best benefit of the red pill) is provides you clarity and sanity so you know you’re going down the right path and that, no, you’re not insane. If you take the academic approach and study the wisdom of others, you will ensure you do not waste DECADES of your finite life and HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS in wasted resources.
The real issue is whether you’re going to blaze your own path in life…
or stay in your basement keyboard-warrioring about how much you hate girls.
And then he finally understood that it wasn’t him, the individual; it was society that had the problem. All of his bosses were morons. Girls in Generation X got infected by the feminist mind virus and collectively began behaving towards their male peers in a way that would have been completely unacceptable a few decades earlier.
And once Aaron understood this, once he had grokked this most important of life lessons, at that point he was free. He was relieved of the chains of society that fell away from him in a dusty heap. He saw through the lies. He saw his bosses’ behavior for what it was; fear that Aaron would take their jobs due to his abilities. He saw that these beautiful women that he had held aloft on a high pedestal were actually vacant dimwits with a masters degree in self absorption. He understood that he couldn’t go to a banal public gathering and enjoy himself because he himself was not banal and mediocre.
. . . . .
There are no short cuts. You can read as many books as you like, watch as many inspiration videos as time allows, listen to every manner of wise men on podcasts telling you how it needs to be done. But until you go out there and turn over every single damn rock and peer beneath it in an attempt to find out where you sit in relation to all of the complexities of life, you won’t know a damn thing.
Clarey declares that there is nothing wrong with you; it’s society, and he is right. But until you have turned over every rock and finally come to the true understanding, the swallowing of the red pill, then you yourself are that society. You have no business making that declaration if you have not made the journey, if you have not yet made a man of yourself. To do so is to be a fraud, a fraud of masculinity itself.
The University of California, Los Angeles (UCLA) in their attempt to be more progressive, recently rolled out some new policies that allow students to request their preferred names (as opposed to their real names) to be printed on their student identification cards.
The policies were supposedly passed to allow “non binary” individuals to effortlessly change their preferred names to any names they would rather be known by. Teachers and professors are expected to refer to students by their new names rather than the names they were born with.
Naturally, some trolling had to take place.
Tyler Roope, a disabled wheelchair-bound UCLA student and the hero of our story decided to see just how far the school would go to uphold their new policies. He requested that his name be changed to “Lightning-Kachow-McQ” – a reference to a character from the movie “Cars”, named “Lightening Mcqueen” whose favorite catchphrase is “Kachow”.
Professors usually spend about 3-6 months (sometimes longer) researching and writing a 25-page article to submit an article to an academic journal.
And most experience a twinge of excitement when, months later, they open a letter informing them that their article has been accepted for publication, and will therefore be read by…
… an average of ten people.
Yes, you read that correctly. The numbers reported by recent studies are pretty bleak:
– 82 percent of articles published in the humanities are not even cited once.
– Of those articles that are cited, only 20 percent have actually been read.
– Half of academic papers are never read by anyone other than their authors, peer reviewers, and journal editors.
So what’s the reason for this madness? Why does the world continue to be subjected to just under 2 million academic journal articles each year?
Did the doctor act unprofessionally by sending his patient a friend request? Absolutely. Should he have been fired? Absolutely fucking not. This is just another example of “Social Justice” being taken to its extreme and innocent people suffering because of it. Goes to show that these SJW parasites don’t only exist in the west.
You would think women in Pakistan would have bigger things to worry about than receiving friend requests.
Meanwhile, the hospital is getting trolled to hell with negative reviews and low ratings on their Facebook page:
Homosexual assault on teenage boys damages them irreparably. Why else do you think that the suicide rates in gay men are proportionally so much higher than the rest of the male population?
And yet at the same time that all of this is going down we have the pure evil of the progressive left who are determined to teach more young men to be gay.
A professor at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago (SAIC) recently argued in favor of using art education to help “kids turn out queer.”
There will always be a small percentage of effeminate men who are gay. But let me tell you about a very dirty secret of the homosexual world, a tactic that I was specifically warned about by a gay man not much older than I was when I was a very young man in the entertainment industry. This man warned me about not going to any late night parties where the host was a gay man. The tactic went like this:
Get young straight man knocked out on a cocktail of drugs and alcohol.
Undress him and put him to sleep in the host’s bed.
When the young man wakes in the morning the host will be naked beside him. He will tell the young man that he had been amazing in bed, the best that he had ever had. The young man is naked and nobody will have to know what happens next. The young man is also perpetually horny as all young men are. The host will lean over and begin to pleasure the young man.
Sutcliffe stands further accused of referring to the student by name rather than denigrating the concept of objective reality by using masculine pronouns to refer to a girl. This is the key to the entire transgender jihad. It is not enough to stay quiet; you must actively reject sanity and pledge allegiance to moonbattery by using biologically incorrect pronouns. It is the liberal equivalent of forcing you to recite the shahada.
Once they get you to refer to Bruce Jenner or Bradley Manning as “she,” they own you. You have averred that 2 + 2 = 5 if the authorities say so, and have surrendered the right to object to any other tyrannical lunacy they may see fit to impose.
Fast forward to today and young men with half an ounce of intelligence and pluck have the opposite problem. It is an information saturated environment on the internet, an environment with a great deal of wrong and misleading information. There are a great many guys bragging about doing things that they have never once in their lives even come close to doing.
To all you young guys out there; I get it. You want to get girls. You don’t really care how fucked up they are with feminism and prog ideology. You just want to get your dick wet, as we used to say. I get it because I’ve been there. If you’re not careful it can take over your life, and you stand to be most in danger if you’re relatively unsuccessful.
There are three types of guys in the sexual marketplace. Guys who always get laid, guys who never get laid, and guys who sometimes get laid.
Of the three types, the ones who are most in danger of spiraling out of control with chicks and making truly dreadful mistakes are the last group; the guys who sometimes get laid.