My Road. Or, Escape from Ism’s

I am a 35-year-old man. I have a wife, four kids, and a house. I have worked plenty of different jobs, and have done well at all of them. I have pride in myself, and a desire to bring that feeling to others.

A mere 15 years ago, I was a 20-year-old liberal. I held women on a pedestal, I believed Margaret Sanger and Gloria Steinem were heroes of modern humanity. I believed feminism was all earth needed to make it good. I believed in socialism. All of the liberal tropes, I carried proudly in my heart.

When I was shown alternative viewpoints, I would shy away from them, assured that I was right and that I didn’t need to read them or hear them. They were wrong, after all. A huge rift between my brother and I likely stemmed from that, as I would demonize him for even the slightest infraction when it came to the fairer sex, let alone an expectation that I would, maybe, act like a man!

I was a socially awkward loser. I lived at home with mom. I played video games or had “deep” discussions with my friends. I pined after women, rather than have the balls to go talk to them. I was merely a man, and they were goddesses, after all. That, or they were whores. There is no middle ground for that kind of guy, right?

I hated sports, because I hated competition. I hated the idea that there had to be a winner and a loser. You know who else hates those ideas? Losers. And I was one. Of course I didn’t want a reminder when I could just dominate a video game.

I thought individuality was paramount. I didn’t want to look like everyone else, and I used to have a ridiculous hairstyle. Maybe one day I’ll post a picture of it. If I’d had the money, I would likely have ended up with some sort of piercings or tattoos. Luckily I was too much of a loser to get a job.

I hated Republicans, and thought that they were uneducated religious zealots. I thought guns were terrifying, and ought to be erased from the landscape altogether. I believe that jobs were not simply a means to an end, that instead they were the trap you got caught in. I knew that’s how people got money, but I also knew that no matter how much my mom worked, nothing ever got better. I thought it was due to The System.

I was content, languishing in generational poverty. I was 20 and didn’t have a job yet. I had dropped out of school, because I thought my ideas were more valuable than those of the “System”. I had no money, no prospects, and no plan.

The place were I grew up was a place where people were not simply poor in their wallet. They were poor inside of their own heads. That kind of poor is different. No amount of money can fix it. Have you seen those people who win $100 million in the lottery, and it’s gone within a year? They have no investments, and they’re broke, despite having five Lamborghinis. Those, of course, eventually get taken away.

That’s what generational poverty does to a person. It makes them unable to function with money. The problem comes when people see their poor roots as a source of pride, something to cling to, rather than as something to escape from. They cling to their old ways, fearing that they will lose themselves in pursuit of a better life.

I escaped. I got my GED, and developed a healthy work ethic. I grew into the person I needed to be. I didn’t lose anything. What I gained is my true identity, and a new legacy for future generations of my family.

Aside from that, I crave opposing viewpoints. Knowing what the other side thinks allows you a bird’s-eye view of an issue. Lately, I find that most people’s views stem from selfishness. I know that view very well, as it was once mine.

It’s always going to be a hard road. Why not take the one that will bring you somewhere?

Open yourself up to opposing views, uncomfortable situations, the possibility of mockery and failure. Succeeding at laying down is not success at all.

 

Projecting Your Own Issues.

If you’re smelling something bad everywhere you go, it’s most often coming from you.

There is an expression that I like to use. It says, “if you smell shit wherever you go, maybe you ought to check your own shoe”.

It’s a pretty universal expression, and can be applied to just about everything. That girl you know who’s constantly bitching about her awful boyfriends? It’s not them. It’s her. That guy putting out thousands of job applications, and still can’t get hired anywhere? It’s not them. It’s him. If a person has a nagging problem following them around, the problem is usually with them.

So, let’s get to the meat of this.

In the wake of hurricane Harvey and hurricane Irma, “journalist” Sarah Jaffe, A white girl with far too much make up who looks like she would say something along the lines of what follows, says that arresting looters is racist against black people.

Now, nobody said anything about black people. The cops were simply arresting anybody who was found stealing things during the hurricane. And yet, Sarah Jaffe, paragon of inclusion that she is, comes out and says something not only racist, but completely unnecessary and divisive. That’s like me chaining up my bike, and somebody coming up to me and saying “what are you, afraid of black people?” While I am doing nothing to suggest me being racist, you, an actual racist, decide to virtue signal, using me as a scapegoat.

And it’s not just her.

In the wake of the bombing at Parsons Green yesterday, people immediately come out not decrying the blowing up of innocent people, but instead bitching about how all of the Islamophobes would be coming out of the woodwork. In fact, people saying nothing about Islam, but saying negative things about the as yet unknown bomber, still stirred reactions such as “your Islamophobia is showing”. Donald Trump called the bomber a loser. That’s it. Nothing more. Nothing about Islam. Care to guess what all of the replies were? Yep. People calling Donald Trump an Islamophobe. After he said nothing about Islam.

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After the bombing at Manchester arena during an Ariana Grande concert, metro police were actually going around and investigating anyone who put out a mean tweet about Islam, Instead of actually protecting the people. Even after it was proven that yet another terror attack was perpetrated by a member of the Islamic brotherhood, there were people far too publicly showing their disgust with anyone blaming Islam.

Is this an example of people trying to voice their own feelings, while appearing to remain politically correct?

Back when Obama was running for president, I still remember how many white people voted for him just so that they could prove how non-racist they were. Whatever happened to calling on a person’s merits, rather than their race? Nope, gotta vote for him because he’s black.

Well that seems pretty racist. Plus, Herman Cain was better.

Readers, this blog is about personal responsibility. Virtue signaling is about as irresponsible as you can get.

In other news, the Parsons green bomber was arrested a few hours ago. They only describe him as 18 years old. By their omission, the media makes it clear what motives this man had. That’s exactly what virtue signaling does. By trying to hard to look impartial, and thus not describe the man who was arrested, they make it clear exactly what the man was.

Lies and obfuscations should not be tolerated. Virtue signallers still trot out Timothy McVeigh when a bombing happens, and yet managed to take time out of their day on September 11, 2017 to post on their Facebook and Twitter that we really need to get over the attack perpetrated by Islam on September 11, 2001.

America, this is not a time to be divided. Hurricane Harvey showed us that race does not really exist. We are the human race, and have a rainbow of colors within us. Don’t let ideologies and virtue signaling take us down.

Silencing Your Opponent.

It is important, whether in the world of politics or one’s everyday life, to be able to debate, and do it cogently and elegantly. You must know your opponent’s side as well as your own, and be able to see why they can see validity in their argument, even if you completely disagree. It is important to be educated on both sides of the issue at hand, and be willing to play devil’s advocate to yourself.

It’s important to simply do it at all.

This is a sticking point for most college-age special interest protesters. From blowing air horns at Milo Yiannopoulos speaking engagements, to creating white noise to drown out any rational discussion, to blowing air horns at a Toronto men’s rights talk, special interest groups make it clear that one interest they don’t have is rational discussion. It’s surprising that Ben Shapiro’s talk at Berkeley went off without a hitch, with police actually doing their job and keeping Antifa away. In other news, Berkeley professors are now on strike to protest Free Speech Week at Berkeley.

It’s alarming that people who are supposedly educated, and supposedly educating tomorrow’s leaders, are so invested in the new art of not debating.

I’ll give you a pro tip, free of charge: If you cannot argue your point, whether or not you convince your opponent of your position, without resorting to interrupting noise and a refusal to continue or to let your opponent speak; then your opinion has no value.

Silencing opinions you don’t agree with does not help you grow or learn, and the more quickly people can figure that out, the quicker we can get back to growing as a nation. I encourage everyone who reads my blog to argue with me, and to please seek out the opposite of your own opinions.

If you don’t know everything, you don’t know anything.

My first quote! Tell your friends!

 

Perpetual Adolescence

Something strange to notice these days, is how much time young adults spend trying to remain in their adolescence. A record number of young adults or choosing to remain living at home with their parents, or living with roommates into their thirties. While some of these people have good jobs and contribute at home; not their home, but their parents home, many of them eke out an existence working at a Starbucks or similar coffee shop, or in a music store. They tend to have useless degrees as well, such as sociology, associates level psychology, or the dreaded gender studies. These are expensive courses that put people in terrible that while not preparing them financially to pay that debt back.

These are the people you see protesting all the time. They join groups like Antifa and travel around the country, unwashed and angry. They’ve got the time for it, because they’re not working an actual job. They tend to be very aggressive toward those that promote the STEM fields in school, and try to surround themselves with people much younger than them, more impressionable. 

Psychologist and cultural critic Jordan Peterson calls this a Peter Pan existence. This title makes sense. Peter didn’t want to grow up, and despised anyone who did. Captain Hook was the specter of adulthood, with the crocodile constantly chasing him, ticking, ticking, constantly ticking. A literal form of mortality. Time had already gotten a taste for him, and wanted the remainder.

Isn’t that just how it is though? We spend every day heading toward the end, inevitable and inexorable. We don’t get a choice in it, and yet, among the generation known as millennials, there is an idea that you can remain young until you suddenly wither and die. 

These are people for whom, when they reach their thirties and finally have to open themselves up to reality, things are going to be much harder because of the years they have wasted thinking that they are the ones that know better. These are people who are going to be bitter, angry, frustrated that their reward for trying to change the course of the country will be laboring until their final day.

Those of you who are reading this and have escaped that fate, good for you. Those of you who are reading this, however, and are still paying money into a course that’s only going to teach you how to divide people up into groups, get out before it’s too late. You deserve better, and so do the people around you.

There’s nothing that says personal responsibility better than piloting your life in a direction that’s not going to hurt yourself or those around you.

America the Beautiful.

In this past week, the United States has, in the face of disaster, shown its true colors. Despite the attempts of various groups to paint them as otherwise, the people of Texas have shown us that America is not racist. 

At this point, anyone trying to follow that narrative needs to simply be ignored. If there words spend enough time falling on deaf ears, maybe they will take the time to open up their hearts to the love that actually exists within this country. 

To all of my American readers, remember what a beautiful country you live in. Don’t let her be changed by the ignorance of a few people.

Emperor Penguin.

Charlie Hebdo, famous french magazine known for its contentious covers, has recently added Texas to its rancorous register. Their bitterness and world-weariness seeps through the humor on every cover they produce; making clear that they are tired of fringe groups of insane people running the asylum. I, for one, fully agree.

Their most recent cover comes on the heels of one of the worst-but most well-managed disasters to hit the United States: Hurricane Harvey. It sounds like a name for a small rodent, a pet that keeps getting loose and up to shenanigans. In reality, however, Harvey has dumped nearly twenty five trillion gallons onto Texas.

That’s 25,000,000,000,000.

Horseshoe Falls, the biggest waterfall in Niagara falls, would have to constantly dump onto Texas for nine months to equal twenty five trillion gallons, according to an article from the New York Times.

So, Charlie says all the Nazis have been drowned.

I agree.

With all of the focus by the media on race relations in our country over the past few years, with all of the furor(fuhrer?) over the Nazis in Charlottesville, one would think that this country does not allow for mixing or interaction between races at all. It has truly become exaggerated to that point, not helped by BLM, who has actually segregated blacks and whites on some college campuses.

How infuriated they must be at not being able to paint such a picture in Texas, where race has all but been erased in the face of humanity. Men and women of all race and religion have come together to form one group dedicated to helping everyone affected.

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When the flood waters have receded, and people return to their ruined homes to begin the process of rebuilding their lives, I hope they remember the spirit they felt during the disaster, when one man was the same as another, when everyone was simply American.

Alien invasion isn’t the only chance for unity.