THE BETTER MAN|| TRUTH&TRADITION

Gentleman what's going on you masculine minded men
those man choosing Freedom those men choosing to escape from the rat race of Life

we've seen the cheese we've even been a little tempted to jump into the rat trap to retrieve the cheese

look at the booty on that....weve all been there

but we see it for what it is and we've decided to begin to outwit the deceiver...
those choosing to enslave us and keep us under their thumb of bullshit

chase this..pursue that..and believe this load of propaganda....

and you say yeap,,i know fools just like that...led by their chains

but if I asked you what enslaves you...what puts their foot on your throat
what pulls your chains

we wouldn't be so quick to recognize the sinister master behind our own prison walls...

its always easier and takes less effort to point out the delusions of others...
and before you say "well i have my shit together

right now youre watching me on your phone or a device that you may have spent 3/4 hours surfing
through meaningless shit....

maybe you spent 20 hours all together throughout the week.... watching
some tik tok girls shake their ass... and karen's act like spineless fools

i know because ive fucking been there....fuck....

and as you're listening to me theres also these thoughts.... and they're kind of running through your head
pulling you away from my words...there's a tug of war going on right now...where bullshit is inviting you
to phase me out... and stare into your own demise....

what you think you know.... what youve been taught what youve been led to believe...
and maybe some of them are right and some of them are wrong,,,,but

those are the thoughts that control us, that enslave us....such as

damn,,,becky looked good at work....wonder if shes getting a divorce...

man I'm just not f****** good enough.... yeah sure cheetos and chocolate pie for dinner sounds amazing

nahh the government would never fuck me over...

you know those thoughts...those banners waving in our headspace we've blindly accepted as normal parts of life.

we all have those thoughts... those people ....those material things,,,those hand me down belief systems

hell we even have content creators on YouTube that we bow down to..
we accept their words, their ideas even their ideologies as gold.

why,,,simply because theyre On fucking youtube or cnn...?????

they could be spouting off conjectured bullshit but it smells like roses to us becuz...
we've bought into that heroic ideal of WHAT we want them to be... and represent.

but we have to Be careful of what and WHO we worship..and yes i know worship is a strong word here
but it...... simply means a feeling or expression of reverence and adoration...

what are you holding in esteem....WHO are you holding on high....

what are you so emotionally invested in that your logic is being soundproofed
by the ignorance of others

are we readily swallowing the slogans of some grifter...because

many build their lives under ONE thought, and they stand under that exalted statue as if it were the only way,

but what happens when that statue crumbles as all statues eventually will....
and it comes crashing down on those knelt before it......

lettuce us break down those fake gods....those hindrances from actually thinking for ourselves
...and stare into something with more depth and power....OUR true SELVES....

but this isnt applauded in society at present....the world wants you constantly plugged into their propaganda
and how dare you veer off course...because then you become uncontrollable....

the rest of the people are wary of the unknown...ummppp...nahhh...ehhhh
i just dont know...so they stay on their bended knees under the falling statue

and we all have those ideas of comfort....those things and those people and
those relationships that we put on a pedestal...because they make sense to us
but maybe you're familiar with the saying... don't ever meet your hero

because you've held them up to this achievable heroic standard
but when you meet them you find out they're just a regular person with regular flaws

we have these ideas that they uphold prestigious beliefs
and we are certain they embody and emulate those to the fullest at all times

but how many times have we seen that heroic person in the news.... succumb to temptation
falls face first in a flood of flaws....

that person that we held in esteem they have an affair... they are involved in some form of corruption

are we building them up so high that as they crumble down and as the pieces fall upon us
we're left in bewilderment???

"HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN OUR BURNING ULCERS SCREAM FROM THE PIT OF OUR EMOTIONS

were left pissed-off....we're left upset.... we're thinking damn
"what ive known maybe isn't true after all

we've all had those moments in life whether it's someone that we held in esteem may be a parent

I remember when I was a kid and I found out that Santa Claus didn't exist

gentlemen whats going on....are the scales of gender equality balanced in the complimentary
dynamics of our Differences....

im good at this and shes good at that so maybe we can unite...so on and so on

ORRR are they dramatically and emotionally tipped in favor
of competition....

have we really succumbed to an us vs them mentality...

when it comes to gender....man vs woman...is there an underlying competitive ethos...

and hell yeah there is...look around you and observe the feminist vibe of...
 
"we will tear down the DIFFERENCES and replace them with MEN being WOMEN
and WOMEN being men.....

with up is down and left is right....and bullshit is the smell of roses now

in their irrational beliefs....those false assumptions that give credence to their
ill fit ideologies....

these assholes actually believe theyre creating utopia... when in fact they're creating hell....

and heres the deal...there is no competition or there damn sure shouldn't be a competition

i am a man and im going to be a better man than any woman can ever be

and your a woman and your sure as hell going to be a better woman than any man can be...

and so where we have errored here,,and by WE i mean extreme feminism and the woke left
is in believing THAT ONE GENDER IS BETTER THAN THE OTHER....

and the left would argue..."oh no were all equal"

but i can quickly dismantle that argument....

if they believed we were all equal why would they be attempting with SOO much VIGOR
to level the playing field....

see the left and the woke and commies have mislead women into believing they are the inferior sex...
 they have taught these women to put the strengths of men on a pedestal and to compare there own
feminie virtues as of some leftover slop tossed into the mud...

think about it...if im constantly comparing myself to lets say some rich jet setter that tik tok tells me...
is the ideal man.....well shit....

i'm gonna be a little pissed because i want my life to resemble his..

and so maybe in my ill-suited thinking.....i start putting this guys' strengths on the mantle in my head
and negate my own damn strengths by tossing them into the fire to burn away...

women have been deceived into thinking they need to compete with men....

and its this very slippery channel of thinking.... that is eroding the foundation
of the complimentary differences of men and women...

strong societies are rooted in men being good at men and women being good at women....

and when we see this convoluted competition between them and us...and all this lets level
the playing field nonsense....

we don't see utopia on the horizon....we instead see cities up in flames.....
because men and women were not made to compete against each other but to compliment each other

the identity crisis we are currently in a boxing match with is largely the result of
the genders competing instead of complimenting each other

a men vs women mindset will always leave the scaled disproportionately unbalanced

the true balance is when we accept our differences and applaud them

love and respect gentlemen

gentlemen whats going on...and more importantly....where the hell are you going....

we all have or we should have aspirations to become more than we presently are...

to continue to become better is the name of the game....

its the ummmppp that gets you out of bed and keeps you on your feet...buuut...

ive found in my life...and the mess that ive made of it....and the difficulties
ive encountered in attempting to disentangle the disorder....meth,,,booze and skanks etc...

isss....its a very damn ardous task to get somewhere...when you have no fucking clue who you are....

imagine discovering a genie in the bottle....and this magical genie...offers to grant you three
wishes...

and he asks....what do you want....

but instead of being ready and knowledgeable with a precise answer....you stammer
around in a stuttering paralysis....

we know...the object of the game called life is to get somewhere,,,both literally and figuratively...

to arrive at a physical destination that is superior to your beginnings,,,

and not only that...but to reach an intellectual and wise position.... that truly knows the difference
between what is  important and whats  bullshit...

and heres my genie in the bottle question to you...

do you know who the hell you are....

because how can we expect to navigate the world if weve never taken time to navigate ourselves....

so the hell with all the meaningless distraction vying for your limited time....

and yes it is limited...we one day will perish....dammit....so lets drop the bullshit and pick up
some direction...

lets mindfully choose our next steps and stamp the address on to our ambitious souls...

and in order to combat the mononoutous dreary of those slaves dragging their feet beside you

we ensure freedom by having a benchmark,,,something we can quantitatively measure..

im going after A.....im using B to get there...and the results will look like C...

A plus B equals C....it really is that simple to map out a game plan...a life plan..

but too often....we adopt the habits of parents and the societal norms...

although were fully conscious of how much they despise the predictable standards...

you are a man..and the only thing predictable in your arsenal should be the tool
of overcoming.......hell fighting to overcome the humdrum of mediocrity is mans initiative...

so where  you want to go....entirely depends AT LENGTH....how far you are willing to search
the depths of.... who the hell you are....thus learning who the hell you can be

because the benchmarks,,,the goals,,,,the tangible rewards that can be measured...

they can only stack up in corelation with how deep you know who you are and what youre
made of...

do you have the grit and balls it requires to get to the level your seeking...

in truth,,,,most people dont....theyll never do what it takes to get the body...
to get the wealth.....to get the life......that consumes their daydreams

and that... for most people is all it consists of....a motherfucking fantasy that gives them a hard on
...instead of actually grinding it out to get the real deal....

everyone of us wrestles with that inner shadow,,,,that weakness,,,,that fear....

and the difference...the game changer....between weakness and strength....

is this....the coward will always WRESTLE with the what ifs that lie with in
the inner monster....

but the courageous one....the one thats sailed across the inner oceans of his
own darkness....

that man lights the monster on fire.... and uses his burning flesh to navigate
new territories......

love and respect gentlemen....your benchmark is on the other side of cutting
off the monsters head.....

gentlemen whats going on....masculinity is to society like the cell phone  is to the modern person
....you just cant properly function without it....

and the critics of the cell phone, and i am one or have been pretty damn critical of its misuse...

will argue that the disproportionate amount of time spent on the scree in comparison
to actually lifting your head up and interacting with reality..... is vastly skewed....

but whether its the phone, sex, alcohol, or anything for that matter that releases dopamine
......well shit were always going to be subject to its misuse and abuse....

thats why its key to have what the stoics would call temperance or moderation....

and im by no means suggesting you be moderate in your masculinity and to only dull it out
when the barbarians are at the door.....

or when that nosy ass neighbor brings over a
casserole just to nose around your newly remodeled home...."HMMM  LIKE YOUR CARPET..
"off with her fucking head..

because as i stated society cant properly function without masculine men...
whether the weak want to admit it or not,,,,strength is a damn virtue and very lofty one at that

without it...shit hits the fan....and quick....

what im trying to get to stick to the wall is the notion....that just like phones in and of themselves are not
evil or out to oppress you....neither is masculinity...

we'd be fools,,,,,,and the biggest to refuse to accept the fact the phones have handed the modern man a huge advantage...
we are literally walking around with more knowledge than we know what to do...

we have at our immediate access more knowledge than the smartest men of all time....

so its not the phone thats toxic,,,,its the MISUSE of the phone that leads to toxic behavior...

and in this honeycomb is where we find the truth of masculinity....

the sweetness of mans initiative

see the masculine man is part of the very social dynamic that contributes to the
progression... and PROTECTION of society at large.....

and by protection i dont mean soley lording over the women....
 and kid folk as the enemy advances towards our kingdom...

i mean the masculine man in all his afforded responsibilities....protects the code that upholds the community.....
the beliefs....the traditions,,,,and the direction of those sacred truths....

imagine being a torch bearer of some remarkable antidote...
called to carry its health to the ills of a sick society...

and in more or less terms or however you can best write it on the tablets of culture's heart...
or at least your heart....each individual man,,,,carries a piece of the masculine dynamic within him....

and for someone to spout off ignorance claiming toxic masculinity exists....they would have to be the type of
person that blames the gun for killing the victim... instead of the person pulling the trigger....

but as we are all fully aware...those people exist.....BAN ALL GUNS THEY SHOUT....until china and russia pull up....
then they race towards those stocked up and sing their praises.....

its the same vein of thought with masculinity....society or the weak minded....want to ban competition
they want to remove the harshness of life....the unfairness if you will....a dam pipe dreammmmm

lets pull down the ladders so that no one can rise above echos
across their hearts..

...and then we all stand down here in the mud feeling equal
because "feelings are important .....all the while everybody is envious of the one man breaking the rules..

hes the guy the cliombing fuckign trees to get a better view of how he can get the hell out of the
mud and feces...

your made to climb the trees of life and let loose the masculinity resonating within you....to have a little ballsy
attitude when its needed.....

to test yourself and hell test some other people sometimes as well....

god knows we all need testing especially in our soft ass pajama wearing days...

its good to be a man,,,to roughhouse around in the arena of masculinity

to explore how far you can go, and who you can be if maybe you tested yourself...and your beliefs
and to ground yourself in and even make theassertion....

that being a man is a damn good thing...
hell its downright powerful and enthralling....

we don't hate the bear for taking the bees honey...he stomps around, knocks a few things out of his way...
and gets what he wants....what he is made for.....

they call the actions taken to get YOUR honey...toxic....because in reality they are to much of
a coward to go get their own honey...so excuses and progressive terminology begin to replace their will
to overcome instead...

calling the strong... weak is a hell of alot easier and of less effort than having to put in the work....

the phone is not toxic but its owner can be....masculinity is not toxic but the man can be....

masculinity offers the characteristics needed to advance society,,,,both men and women
as well as its counterpart femininity,,,,fminity....or whoever the hell you say that word....

masculinity is the WHEEL that the social dynamics of culture should spin on...
and when they try to remove it and reinvent the wheel...we see chaos ensue....

love and respect gentlemen....masculinity is a dman good thing

gentlemen whats going on...this is the better man channel....where the target is to
become owners of our own damn lives...TO RECLAIM INDEPENDENCE

meaning were not slaves to ANYTHING but thIS insatiable desire to become more...

to be completely self possessed....men that know who the hell they are
and what the hell they want

and  the word possessed has such strong connotation...

what image comes to mind when i say possessed...most likely you
begin to think of some god awful demonic possessed person
pulling out their own hair....

think brittany spears....or miley cyrus...hell even think of will smith...poor guy...

to be possessed by something means to be completely under its control...

IT OWNS YOUR LIFE.....ive been in that horrible fucking pit of hell called addiction....

it owned my life it kicked my ass....it broke me into fragments of what i could have been
and left me splintered with hopelessness... and pity...a stupid ass combination...

i was the slave and it was my ruling master....

addiction held that carrot out in front of me.....teasing me and turning me whichever way...
hell every damn way except the right way....

and so were all possessed by something...theres always that little carrot held in front of us
as were yoked to the cart of life pulling our master's wagon to the next unfilling destination...

"here you go,, a little bit closer...ohh,,almost got it////

and i dont know about you , but being strapped to something that suffocates the very life and the will
to live fully from my breath,,,,....is an anchor id like to unchain myself from....

LIFE is way too short to be spending time lost in another mans maze

remember the idea is to be possessed by something larger than life itself...

the innate nature of man has a propensity to gather his innermost strength and
test some motherfucking boundaries...

i want to live life as it was meant to be lived...with an undeniable thirst to create a better
existence than the men before me...

can we break free from the rat race of dead ends....and begin to allow ourselves to be possessed
by courage, power, strength, and fortitude....whose ends have no limits....

imagine pursuing a limitless life....or can we even picture that.... has the DEAD END of the american dream
taught us to draw the line at the house, wife, 1.5 kids...white picket fence and the german shepherd.....

somehow we come to believe thats all there is....as if you fall off the ends of the earth if you go ANY farther

can we even see, or comprehend what lies beyond what weve allowed ourselves to be possessed by....

maybe ,,,,and maybe not....

the 1st step is to acknowledge that hell,,,maybe i am a damn slave,,,,
and thats hard for a man to admit...

because we all live in this.... nice little fantasy land called our ego...
and "by god im not a slave to shit....

yet we spend four hours on social media....get into a 30 minute  back and forth squabble with some
13 year old... over what a beta male is....

we have all developed a mediocre itch that can only be scratched by mediocre standards....

we are or have been possessed by meaningless bullshit that consumes ....a large part of our days thus
a large part of our lives....

slavery to anotehr mans ideas....slavery to lower standards....these thigns come to possess and direct
our lives before we even recognize that it.... may be too late...

but here we are....recognizing that just maybe we are possessed by the IDEA of what it means to be a man

instead of actually being possessed by the very SPIRIT of man that invites him to go above and
beyond anyone's actual definition of what it means to be man...

hell if you can easily define greatness....maybe i dont want it...

its time to be possessed by something without name,,,without end,,,,and damn sure without
mediocre limitations...

love and respect you will hear from me next time

Gentlemen , another great day to be alive...masculinity...what the hell is it
what does it look like....is it important....or  does it even exist....

and is  it required to be a man...

is it the mans man with two ton balls swinging...the guy that effortlessly
sleeps with 1,000 and one women...

that one extra added because hell,,,anyone can bang out 1,000 right...
but... 1,000 and 0ne...well, hell thats the big leagues men....

so is masculinity the shirtless and ballsy guy swinging from tree vines
with a notch count too high to number....

and i think the raw physicality that... invokes that image we all objectively
turn to as the... archetype of masculinity...is pretttttyyyy much accurate...

but i think theres some room to expand the meaning for the individual

...and is masculinity an exclusive virtue....in many ways YES...

because i'm definitely not a guy that believes anyone can be a woman or a man
just because theyre in an identity crisis...

lets be clear....man is man...and woman is woman....

and with that being said....i believe there can be varying TONES of what
masculinity looks like from man to man....

so right now would be a good time to define masculinity...

or at least in the merriam webster sort of way...and then we maybe can build from that
or come to a better understanding.....

webster states masculinity is the quality or nature of the male sex...the state or degree of
being manly or masculine...

and ohhhh k....somewhat vague and left up to an individual's interpretation of what MASCULINE is
supposed....

so lets see how webster defines the word masculine....

....masculine.. is defined as having qualities appropriate.... or usually associated with a man...
the example given,,,,having a deeper voice than the female...

So basically, Webster says masculinity is the characteristics of a man in comparison to a woman...
....or masculinity being the attributes that separate male from female....

deeper voice...hairier body....though i know some gorillas that identify as women...sooo....
who knows

but in simple terms...BY default....the very nature of man...voice, looks, strength...penis....etc..
is an overall general definition of what masculinity is... or represents...

...by being favored with the y chromosome you were BORN into masculinity....

but thats purely on a biological level...and on the biological note...all men are masculine
even the weakest man is often many times stronger than the stoutest female...

...and as i previously noted....some chicks chicks are pretty hairy as well,,,
if you dont believe me lift up a blue haired woman's arm and look underneath

and it may not be a viking gods beard...
but weve all seen a few thick mustaches on some karens...

so i think we should pick up the  CULTURAL stone of masculinity and throw that shit around for a min...

because i believe if i asked 10 men what masculinity is....ALL ten men would say something similar

such as....strength, power, courage...he doesn't take any shit....and masculinity is the type of man that other
 men aspire to be and that women want as baby daddys..

and i'm assuming i'm asking rational men, that actually IDENTIFY as men,,,and not some leftist asshole
that screams at me because masculinity is toxic...and men are oppressive pigs...

...but the DUDE is clearly a fucking man himself....

cut your penis off then guy...or gal...or whatever.....MOVING on...

culturally speaking....and in congruence with the survival of the fittest....we have come
to recognize those strong men that are more apt to SURVIVE....as masculine badasses....

they survive not only the harsh elements of
nature...but also the harsh elements of other men....

because from antiquity there have always been other tribes trying to steal your shit...

food...women...land....and the cool as saber tooth skin hanging on your cave wall
.......that everyone is jealous of

its those men that could handle their OWN,,,that came to define masculinity...

manliness is that very virtue....the very agency of what the y chromosome gender is
CREATED to utilize....

and not only created but culturally and biologically expected to utilize

you are strong, logical and hard...and theres this competitive nature that beckons you to conquer....

so as I stated....masculinity IS exclusive....it first requires you have a penis,,,and attributes that
physically separate you from women....but....

Remember that i said theyre are different shades of this masculinity from man to man...

maybe you assert your role as a family man,,,a leader of the familia unit...

maybe you decide to conquer your finances...

or maybe you are the man we are all secretly jealous of....you decide to conquer the opposite sex

or maybe youre that warrior that braves the front lines

but gentleman....weve complicated masculinity to the extreme...weve made
CARICATURES of what it means to be a man

gentlemen what's going on...its time to throw all the bullshit out the window

and time to make your own rules according to
the game YOU decide to play.

so i think we need to discuss the title of the thumbnail...FUCK THE RULES...

i am by no means an... anarchist...or not in a definite sense...

what i want us to achieve here....is to arrive at  a point where we reject the
paradigms of societal norms....or at the very least... we can begin to examine them

to turn them over and see the whys, hows, whens, and whos of why we do
the things we do....

and you could ask why is this important....how does breaking the rules of
society make me a better man....

and heres my answer...if your playing a game and getting along pretty good
according to the CURRENT rules....how do you feel if i suddenly change them.

or how would you react if you found out some of the rules are simply there to
distract you.... from getting better at the game....

you in essence are the unknowing rat chasing the rules,,,or the cheese...
while i have the key to the bank where all the cheese piles up....

the rules of society keep us distracted with another... shot of bourbon and a 12 pack
while we slobber over the next football game,... and argue with a friend over trans
athletes.....

and then we go home and masterbate ourselves to sleep either figuratively or literally

now im not suggesting that all distractions are bad....i love OU football.....i seriously
enjoy a good netflix series...and any man that doesn't enjoy some downtime..well hes a lunatic...

BUUUT  i cant help but believe that a majority of society couldn't put together an
original thought...or think for themselves....if their life depended on it

....without the news...facebook,.,,,tik tok or some other white washed bullshit....
most people wouldn't have a word to utter...

they're these empty tombs with nothing but death in them and they're painted on the outside with
fresh new colors

to prop them up as something with actual substance....white washed bullshit....

...everyones running around in the metaphorical circle jerk craving that 3 sec release...

while the intelligent people of life are out making their own damn rules....

they enjoy the UlLTIMATE release.....your big O face looks like a stroke victim
and their orgasmic face looks like fucking LIFE!!!

and i started thinking about this form of slavery by consent if you will
as i started reading geroge orwells 1984..

if you're not familiar with the book,,,,its based on this totalitarian state ...,,
everybodys under constant surveillance...

and the thought police monitor any thought crimes...
you cant love...you cant think...and history is actually rewritten daily...

so that of course the elites always look good and right...and powerful...and proper

and even though that is...SCARILY  beginning to resemble america...thats not
what nudged me in the direction of this video.

it was the description of the proles....or an apolitical class of people...
they have no.... interest in politics...or any reason to be compelled to
form an intelligent thought for that matter

they absolutely have no desire to think for themselves....

Instead they choose to follow the dramas of life....soap operas
sports...realtiy tv if you include the present times...

These proles need no coercion to be distracted....in fact they love being distracted
and if by chance their distractions were taken away...well hell their would be
riots and chaos....

imagine the uproar if facebook, tik tok, and netflix were suddenly banned.....

i can hear it now....BY GOD WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH MY LIFE...

i dont know KAREN maybe go outside and fucking live for once....

and agqain im not suggesting that all distractions were implemented for the very cause of
distracting you from the behind the scenes going ons of the elites....,...or goverments
or secret fucking pirates

but i am saying for damn sure they are being used and manipulated
 by those that know how to play the game...
because lets face it...if the majority ever came unglued from the tv and the porn....the illusions...and
all the other bullshit...and then started forming some intelligent thoughts on top of that...

well... fuck....the world would be a completely different place......

unfortunately that will probably never happen....but it can happen for you...

you can become savvy to the going ons of the game....

and in doinng so,,,you begin to make your own rules...and life doesnt become
a consent to slavery...

it becomes an adventure of ///what the hell you can create by understanding the game....

so...by saying fuck the rules...im not implying you become some raving lunatic that robs banks
im simply saying ,,,start playing the game...make your own rules and fuck anybody that
sells you slavery

love and respect...you will hear from me next episode...

Gentlemen lets think about that sinking feeling of weakness weve all experienced
when life is wrenched from our control....

the death of a loved one...the loss of a job....the car wont start....last months bill
is due...and,,,, oh yeah.... the car wont start because it needs a new engine....dammit

cant seem to win for all the bullshit losses....

and it becomes hard....its overly difficult to FEEL like much of a man
when the tenacity of
life throws cheap shots... harder than mike tyson....

....and I believe thats a fair comparison....who hasn't felt like they've been knocked off
course due to an unforeseen blow....a hard punch to the gut...

its those situations that steal your breath,,,,that smother your will to overcome...
....its those moments when giving up seems a HELL of a lot easier than confronting the difficulties....

and surely you know what im talking about....surely weve all encountered that devastating shot to our naive
perception of how things SHOULD be....... in contrast to how they actually are

and upon first encoutering the undue atrocitries of life...those good ol moments
when life, god, big bang and the universe jump from behind the bushes...
and shout....gotcha mother fucker....

its easy,,,,and almost expected to pull out the big ol fat victim card...

and ive previously mastered the art of feeling sorry for myself....hell i was so good, i could have fit
....in with these nancy leftists crying oppression all the time....

heres my fucking card...victim mode...established upon my first breakup

and WHY was i feeling sorry for myself....WHY WAS i choosing weakness over the opportunity to be strong....

and the answer lies in this....life is not fair and i should never expect it to be.....

what had I been expecting.....

lets seriously think about that...hell man that saying in one fashion or another
has dropped on our ears all throughout our lives....lifes not fair

but for some reason we come to believe that WE ARE the exception...as if we hold the get out of
jail free card...that the easy path is ours and those other assholes in life...well
they can take the difficult path

but as for me...i carried the entitled mindset....well you should know im different.....im special

and its that very egotistical ignorance that destroyed much of my adult life

.......in truth i was a weak ass kid PRETENDING i knew something about being a man

lets be perfectly honest....i knew shit....probably even less than shit....whatever that may be...
subtract it by 50 and thats proportioante to what i actually knew bout life....fucking zilch...

and so among all the kicks to the balls i encountered over my life....it was a breakup
that gave me that eye opening perception of..... life isnt fair and i should never expect it to be....

becasue while snotting and snobbing, slobbery naieve emotions all over the damn dark room...
i was apparently dying in.....

i came to the realization....."that chick is out living her best life...and i loved her....
and as that train raced circles through my thoughts....

its not fair...its just not fair....hell this isnt fucking fair....i begin to register how unfair life literally is

....SHIT and horrible shit for all intents and purposes....happens every single day
....to both the good, the bad,,,the deserving and the undeserving a like.....

i recognized i'm not special,,,i WASNT the exception in the sense that i was invincible to lifes harshness....

...lifes not fair,,,,, and i remember feeling a huge sense of relief....i didn't have to be freaking perfect
anymore...death could happen...my engine could blow up,,,,that skank could leave me even though im PERFECT....

and yeah well, i was still egotistical and full of myself...one step at a time...

but i began to understand that life is difficult...its ever changing and fleeting....its not this linear and unilateral process
....theres billions of people with billions of decisions that impact even me...

the guy decides to rob the bank and while I'm getting ice cream across the street his sporadic shooting at the police
pursuing him....strikes me in the neck.....leaving me paralyzed.....

my gf wakes up and decides...life is short and she wants something different... and she decides posting tik tok
videos about feminism is the way to go.......good luckwith that....

but theres so much shit out of my hands,,,,my control....and to be SO FULL of myself to think i
was or am the exception,,,,is the epitome of stupidity....

its the very definition of weakness if you ask me...

and as ive circled around what it means to be a man....or to be a stoic...or to just be a more resilient person
.....ive realized my ultimate duty is to remain strong amidst all situations....

to be attached to something or someone in a way that defines you as SOLEY... connected to them
is a boobie trap....its gonna always set you up for failure

because again.... life is not fair and life is constantly changing....

so write it on your forehead,,,,tattoo it on your hand....plaster that shit across you car hood....
but every day come to understand..... life isnt fair and you dont expect it to be....

and again this doesn't mean you become some cold hearted asshole....quite the contrary....you actually begin to respect
and love life more....because you expect the unexpected....you learn to appreciate what you have now

for the temporary way you CAN possess it as it currently is....knowing all things come and all thins go

.....the weak man will fall apart when things change....because hes a slave to the "life is fair mindset

...the strong man knows that its his duty to remain strong during the course of trying times
.....because it continues to prepare him for the realities of life.....the harsh unexpecting things

people die...relationships end...
engines blow up.....and the weak fall to pieces but the strong continue to live life

not with a disapproving resentment....but with an appreciation for truth...wisdom...and the strength
that enables them to endure the breakups,,,,the losses and the years when the imbeciles run the country

hell news flash,,,,thats every year....probably and most likely

buut i choose to remain strong and composed....ill date again and ill vote again....because im stronger than
ignorance...

love and respect

you will hear from me next episode

gentleman the problem with halloween is that eventually you get tired
of wearing the mask....the costume becomes a burden the fun,,,wears off
and we simply wanna return to ourselves.

but in order to get what theyre handing out ...to reap the rewards of the process
.....we have to continually play dress up and dance around for the audience.

and for me a handful of candy corn and shit load of mini snickers is not worth the
price of another mask.....

.....and we danced around like a monkey while the world shoots conditioning bullets
at our feet for so long........that we actually fool ourselves into believing
we love this song and dance....

but man its not freaking  dance.....its high stepping for our lives....think about it
were struggling just to stay afloat....all the while another mask in the guise of
a lifesaving floatie is thrown RIGHT out of our reach....

DH lawrence said it best when he said "perhaps youre a slave to your own idea of yourself:
end quote.....

ive been a slave to the idea of WHO I AM SUPPOSED TO BE....and its a fucking boa constrictor
around your throat, heart and very life.....

you ever sprinted a long distance, had a panic attack, been suddenly overcome with some catastrophic
ordeal........that shit is like the biggest elephant in the world  sitting on your chest.....

GET OFF OF ME YOU FAT WOKE FEMINIST.....

but lets carve away at this premise of being a slave to an IDEA of yourself.....

because ideas are good, and different hats for different occasions are necessary.....
for example i dont wear the hat of best friend, when I'm gathered with co-workers in a work
meeting atmosphere...

and i dont wear the hat of dad when i am with a lady friend....

imagine the confusion....its time clean up and go to bed lady friend.....well maybe those hats can be
worn simultanesoly....BUUT

We accustomed ourselves to transition from hat to hat because it is the oil that lubricates the
friction from interaction to interaction....

it makes life a little bit damn easier to navigate

the more capable we are in adjusting to each situation as needed the more proficient
we are in playing the game of life......BUUUTTT

we have to remember...these different hats should all come from the same hat rack....
the rack representing your code...your honor...your set of rules you play by...

too many men today don't even own their own hat......

theyre renting whatever popular hat is
being passed around like some promised contagious and fun std..... at an epstein party...

yep the hat seems to fit perfectly until you get home and realize you have a head full of lice
.........in which for the proverbial nineteen dollars and 99 cents.....they'll sell you
the lice treatment as well as a new hat.....

sound familiar......i want us to think about this.....our so called ambitions, dreams, purpose......
where did they come from....are they yours.....are they someone else's.....what's the end game of your ambitions

do they fully satisfy you and you alone....or does it require a tremendous effort just to stay afloat

so that at the end of the day....at the END of your life...you enjoy a few handfuls of candy corn...

and who in the hell invented candy corn anyway.....

our mission here is to avoid the candy corn of life...

so whats the difference between the masks of the materialistic world and the hats of functioning utility

.........for one the masks are not an ACCESSORY to moving through life....the mask is a substitute for
who you can be....or could have been......the mask covers your true identity....

they say...."here try this on for size and see how it feels.....thats how they get you....act this way and you will be rewarded....
buy this car....this dream.......pursue this life with this mask and all will end in rainbows and ice cream......

....not for you of course but for somebody higher up the ladder TAILORING the next mask for THEIR well being...

they keep shooting bullets at your feet leaving you scrambling for THEIR next cause.....

The hats of life on the other hand are of your own making....you choose which hat to wear....fully recognizing
the accessory is to your benefit in orienting your way through the game of life......

key word....YOUR LIFE.....not the cheap life of another manufactured idea of who we are supposed to be and howwere supposed to act.....but a life lived by our own damn rules

and that's freedom, sovereignty,,,and actually living life......

struggling and hating who i am SUPPOSED to be has crippled the very nature of what i could be

that idea within every man to climb the highest tree....to go a little farther into the darkness searching for
new light.......that idea that says be a man

well that idea doesnt fit into the agenda of the societal standard.....so they spoon feed you a new ideology
a new mask....and tell you how fucking beautiful you are in your new prision cell......

gentleman weve blindfolded ourselves more times than that pleasure seeking
chick in 50 shades of gray

and i dont know about you....but being unable to see is not my kind of kink

and you're wondering where the hell is he going with this

so i think its important i tell you a story of when i was kid.


i was 6 years old and staying the weekend with my older cousins mystery and ryan

they were around 13 and 14 years old....and as teenagers will... especially
when entertaining a young daring  6 year old.

they thought lets spice things up....so the popcorn popped....pillows
and blankets were set on the floor...the lights were dimmed...and nightmare on elm street
began to play....

yeah freddy fucking kreugar for a 6 year old....

i really dont have much recollection of the movie...the plot,,,,the characters...was it good bad...
who the hell knows....BUUUUTTT

i do remember the brown glove with metal blades that Freddy wore....and on top of that
he corroused around in people's dreams...

Freddy was the monster that invaded your sleeping moments
those susceptible moments when one is  not consciously awake.


ask yourself how many monsters are kicking your ass because your sleeping
you way through life

and if the data in the ol memory bank serves me correctly...DURING the movie
i believe i fared pretty well...

i mean i put on a ballsy and brave showing for the older cousins

but AFTER, and its always the after effects that chop us down to size right,,
i was back at home, in my own dark and shadowy room, with no older cousins, no light
no more balls, and definitely stripped of any bravery

and as the rose bush outside my window scratched across the glass....
JUST like the sound of freddys blades
i couldn't help but multiply the size of the shadows climbing my walls

we usually make mountains out of molehills when we act on pure emotion

so as any dependent person does when they are backed against the wall....
I cried for help....

in came the parents, unaware that i had watched freddy earlier, so they assumed '
it was the usual nightmare of a kid....they said their parenty reassurance
and left the door open....

and we all thought hell yeah...problem solved...

see we really never shed light on our monsters...we leave the door open
thinking in our self delusion that were giving ourselves an escape route

not knowing we're actually giving entrance to more monsters...

because the door being open didn't cure my cowardice...it only compounded it.

instead of freddy POSSIBLY being outside my window...he was now DEFINITELY inside the house
and creeping down the hallway about to slash his way through my doorway....

i screamed bloody murder for about a week....hell maybe longer....but time has a way
of painting ourselves in better ligting and for that im thankful.

and to get to my damn point....i put on a blindfold of ignorance
instead of getting up, turning on the light and looking under the bed,
in the closet, and down the hallway, out the window

I instead chose the easy alternative,i allowed the monster inside of my imagination
to grow and enlarge its shadowy deception over my own tangible bravery.... or the
possibility of that bravery.

i could have acted on those fears,...the worries and illusions with a spirit of courage
and in doing so, i would have overcame many a mans worst nightmare....
that terror and fear of the unknown.

and MAN wee tend to shy away from those shadows just outside the perimeters of our lights shine...

why...well becasue we dont know what the fucks out there.

it could be freddy krueger, 50 shades of grey, whoopi goldberg...covid, putin..shit who knows

and so within us all there are these anxiety inducing monsters that spill into
our waking moments...and they keep us with our sheets pulled over our head

but in every horror movie i've watched...those that sit back blindfolded from reality
just hiding in the closet HOPING the monster will simply leave

we all have our monsters....and we've all bought into the fallacy of the young kid


but those problems left unattended do not merely disappear


we've swept that shit under the rug for soo long that now we can't decipher between, right, wrong, fear and courage

we've lost our backbone and we've lost our balls...we've lost the very nature of what it means to be man





like any  fake shit in this world...bullies, liars, all the things that like darkness better
than the light...when we start calling them out...their perceived power disappears and
our actual power extends itself to our benefit

we want our freedom back...and a return to excellence requires running out the illusions that
have erroneously taken seat on OUR throne...its time we run them bastards out and slam the damn door

this is where courage takes back what is his....the coward has been painting his canvas with shadowy lies
WASTING.... what could have been some amazing creations for the man