Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

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“Proverbs often contradict one another, as any reader soon discovers. The sagacity that advises us to look before we leap promptly warns us that if we hesitate we are lost; that absence makes the heart grow fonder, but out of sight, out of mind.”  Leo Rosten

That quote pretty much sums up my life. It explains why every relationship I’ve ever experienced, from my parents, to fiance’s, to my ex-wife and every other relationship I’ve ever had has gone down the crapper. Well, with the exception of my kids, they still love their father even though I don’t see them much these days considering they’ve got their teenage concerns to think about.

The reason why? I don’t stick around long.

I’ve always had the travel bug and if I could get someone else to pay for it and get paid in the process, hell, I was there. My first love lost me to the army, my second love lost me to an electronics firm in Atlanta, my third love, the girl I married lost me to extended job trips all over the country and my last girl lost me to traveling all over the world for almost four years.

But the thing about it is, they didn’t lose me. I always came home. They abandoned me.

Didn’t matter if the bills were paid. Didn’t matter if they had enough money to support the lifestyles they were used to. Didn’t matter if I called everyday or that I answered the phone when they called. Didn’t matter if something went wrong at the house, I knew who to call to fix it and they didn’t have to worry about it.

Want to know the real reason they abandoned me? My dick wasn’t in the house.

Now that might seem harsh, but listen to me for a second. Here’s one rule of life that will serve you well and it’s a hard lesson for me but after nearly forty years of seeing it in action, it’s something you need to sear into your brain. This is it:

Once a woman starts menstruating, she won’t go for long without a dick in her.

This is the dirty little secret that the medical, psychological and sociology fields won’t tell you. If a woman doesn’t have a hard dick around giving her what she needs, she is going to find that only thing that she needs to make her life complete. And that’s a hard dick. That’s the only thing she cares about and it doesn’t matter what size it is, if she orgasms, she has to have that and it is the only thing she has any care for.

I know what you are all thinking, “Mitch, how can you say that with any conscious logic?”

Well, I’ve been there. I have so many stories about fucking girlfriends of my friends, I have so many stories about my friends fucking my girlfriends when I was traveling but there was one incident when I lived in Atlanta when I was a Foreman for a high-rise company that was building a 17 story parking garage. The project manager invited me over for dinner with him, his wife and his 25 year old daughter that had just separated from her husband of five years for only a week. She was obviously interested, but I asked her a question. “Are you over him?” I was obviously naive being only 24 years old but her answer stuck with me. “I can’t wait to get into the arms of another man, and that looks like it’s going to be you.” Well it was.

To put it bluntly, the bitches can’t go without dick. And given their proclivities, they won’t. If they don’t have a hard dick in the house, they’ll find one somewhere. And plastic is only a stopgap, they need the real thing and they won’t stop until they get it.

My recommendation is that you don’t leave for more than a week. Personally, from my experience, that’s about as long as they can go without some flesh injection. Trust me on this, I’ve been studying this subject for almost twenty years. And you Red Pill girls, you know I’m right, I know you better than you know yourselves.

It only takes a few days of absence for your woman to stray. Six at the most in my opinion. But that is only for women worth fucking. Now we see the roots of feminism.

Imagine if you are a woman who needs dick at the level that most women need it but can’t get it? That enrages them, they need it as bad as their sisters but can’t get it.

Pisses them off. Imagine needing something that is vital for your survival, you don’t realize what it is but you still can see other women around you getting it?

They don’t have a regular dick in them. Personally, I’m not going to volunteer to help them out, I might be a bit older but I still have standards.

Hopefully you learn this lesson. Took me many years to.

You’re welcome again.

We know who the next president will be.

When shows like this show up on a national network:

Pure propaganda for Hillary Clinton. You’ve got to admit, the elites aren’t afraid these days to tell us what exactly their intentions are.

Bad thing is, the sheeple will fall completely for this mass media brainwashing.

Be prepared for president Hillary.

Universe help us all.

Why would even a beta male try?

Look at the reaction from his fat, ugly, frumpy wife after he spent sixty grand remodeling their kitchen while she was gone for a week. Probably getting raw dogged by anyone she could convince to fuck her.

Bitch even complained about a light bulb being burned out. Unfortunately this is the new normal, no matter what any man does, the “What’s Next?” attitude pervades all of modern womanhood. No matter the age, that’s all you’re going to get from them no matter what you do.

So why would even a beta male try?

Thirst.

Laugh at the police dogs.

If a cop threatens you with bringing in a K9 unit, laugh at him. The dogs are trained to do whatever their handlers want them to do. Might not be a bad idea to save this video in your phone and as soon as he threatens to bring in the dog, show it to him.

Then turn on your video camera.

You’re welcome.

Sorry lives.

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This article in PhillyMag is just more of the same drivel about women asking themselves, “Where are all the good men?”

The MSM is still insisting that we live “sorry lives”. Well, I hate to break it to you dumbasses that we are choosing exactly what we want to do and most of the time it’s a hell of a better life than if we mindlessly followed what the feminist/corporate/military/industrial/government complex wants us to do.

I did exactly that for a long time. No more.

The reason I linked this article is not for the article per se. You only need to read the first couple of paragraphs to see where the prejudices of the authors of the article are heading.

What’s worth reading is the comments. Pure Red Pill gold. I’m quite sure the editors of that rag were quite shocked given the overall tone of the comments. Mostly they are, “Fuck you bitches”. I find it hilarious.

And I agree.

Irrepressible rage.

Rage

“Intellectual despair results in neither weakness nor dreams, but in violence. It is only a matter of knowing how to give vent to one’s rage; whether one only wants to wander like madmen around prisons, or whether one wants to overturn them.”  Georges Bataille

I get a lot of comments from individuals that I have been in communication with over the nearly six years I’ve been writing here in this little corner of the webz because they think they know my background, the lifestyle I’ve been able to provide for myself and only think I might have sold out or even better think that I should use my knowledge to further their agenda.

That’s bullshit.

This time however, instead of mostly ignoring these things, I’m going to post the last comment that pissed me off.

“You have fears, Mitch. It’s plain to tell by the moderation of your writing. You hold back a great deal, because you fear being sent to the American gulags. You get alot of juice out of the money you’ve made – money made by keeping the USA running. You were a good servant. But you’ve never revealed the details of those nuclear power plants. Because you are rich, you have become risk adverse. You’ve held back the facts of old age here. The stiffness of the joints. Coughing spells in the morning. Poor digestion. Constipation. You’ve experienced many of these. Most of your new readers are here because they want to make money. If you were poor, they would not listen to you. Many times I’ve seen the rich old man in his sports car – the $100K car, then seeing the old man’s $100 body. There are some things that cannot be bought. It should be YOU that’s impressive, not your things. What have you done that you’re so proud of? You’ve made a few bucks. You’ve achieve a “reasonable” level of awareness compare to the average American. Not enough. Don’t mistake the ass-kissing of lessers with the respect of equals.”

This is obviously someone who doesn’t realize that everything I do in my life is because of the irrepressible rage that I’ve held within myself because to unleash it wouldn’t be pretty. And, so far it’s worked.

But I’m going to tell you all something, the rage inside me hasn’t gone away, if anything, it’s growing and it’s all I can do to keep it in check. Comments like these aren’t helping.

Given my background and the lies I was told growing up, I should be enraged. Anyone who isn’t pissed off isn’t a real person. The word sheeple was coined for a reason.

But given that, why would I write about subjects that others have done better by researchers that have way more time to spend on their subjects? I don’t have all day to do all that research, I work on my own projects.

Some of them are because I’m enraged. Others are making me money. “Never the twain shall meet” as an old dead white guy said.

I’m enraged. But, even I know I’m destined for the gulag, that’s why guns are posted in every room in my house.

“May you live in interesting times”

Here we are.

 

Why do people try so hard to stay alive?

 

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“The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.”   Mark Twain

I have to admit that this is something I’ve never understood. I first had exposure to this attitude at a very early age being raised by my father who was infinitely afraid of growing older and was terrified by the prospect of his own death. When he suffered a massive stroke at the age of 72, I was the last person to see him coherent and the look in his eyes as he clenched my hand so tightly as to hurt gave me an insight to an individual who I loved and was as terrified as I’ve ever had the unfortunate opportunity to witness. The thing that bothered me the most however, was he lived a pretty damned good life and his obvious display of terror when he looked in my eyes, knowing that he was going to die kind of fucked with me.

I guess the worst part about the whole situation was he was in decent, not great health when the stroke hit him. After my divorce, quickly followed by his, we became way closer than when I was growing up. Anyone who knows me will tell you that I’m a bit of a headstrong individual. Well, I got it honestly from my father, but given that our divorces were timed less than six months apart, we learned to lean on each other.

But I still never understood his irrational fear of getting older and death.

About a year before he died, we were sitting in the barn at the farm he owned at the time and I own now, drinking beer and given that he’d told me multiple times how afraid he was of death, I had to ask the question.

“Dad, why are you so afraid of dying. I’ve never had that fear.”

The answer he gave me has stuck with me since I buried him in 2007.

“You were loved. I know goddamned good and well that I’ve never been other than maybe you. Still not sure about that.”

That fucked me up mentally. Even though my father was hard on me, I’d have never accomplished what I have in my life without his influence and guidance. Now I know why most people are irrationally afraid of dying.

They’ve never been loved. How can you give up the veil of mortality when you’ve never experienced the only thing that makes living on this grubby little planet bearable?

There are two polarities though. Irrational fear of death or the opposite, suicidal tendencies. Given the statistics for the latter these days, I’d posit that never being loved is winning out given the suicide statistics these days.

I’ve been loved before and I’ve loved back. The instances have been few and farmustang_01 between but at least I’ve experienced love a few times. That’s why I have no fear of death, given that I’ve done more in my life than most ten men combined, I’m pretty satisfied with where I am compared to most men I know.

All I ask the Universe is just let me get my Mustang out of the shop and go on one more road trip before I get recycled into the particulate matter that surrounds us.

That’ll work for me.

Envy.

“Do not overrate what you have received, nor envy others. He who envies others does not obtain peace of mind.” Buddha

I do a lot of reading and thinking about why the world around us seems to be becoming a complete shithole for everyone. There’s plenty out there to read about the moneyed elitesconspiracy theories, feminism and the resultant breakdown of families and morality and how governments around the world are becoming more authoritarian. One thing that there is a dearth of information or even informed opinion on is why did people let this happen? You’ve got to admit, there’s a hell of a lot more of us out here than there are of them in the halls of power. You can blame education, the media, Hollywood; shit there seems to be no end of what there is to blame for all this stuff. The blame never goes to where it really belongs.

And so, I’ve come to an interesting if unintended conclusion.

The problem is the average person and his/her envy of those who might have more/better than they do even if it is just their perception.

“Envy is the art of counting the other fellow’s blessings instead of your own.” Harold Coffin 

Personally, I’ve never understood envy. I grew up far from rich, hell, I remember as a kid seeing one of my father’s paychecks and I’ll never forget the figure. For fifty hours of work, after taxes, $49.00 back in the mid-sixties. But, we were never hungry and even though the roof leaked at times, we always had that roof over our heads. I guess that it came with growing up in an area where there weren’t huge disparities between the more affluent and the middle class population. But one thing I do remember was that my mother was extremely interested with the proverbial “keeping up with the Joneses”. It seemed a complete waste of time to me but she never got over her obsession.

“Never underestimate the power of jealousy and the power of envy to destroy. Never underestimate that.” Oliver Stone

And here we get to the root of the problem. The average person is completely susceptible to demagoguery, propaganda, programming and is unable to see what are lies and truths on what they see on TV, read in the newspapers, listen to on the radio and pretty much doesn’t care about learning the truth. But, they envy those who drive Mercedes and BMW’s, live in large mansions and are unable to rationally figure out why their choices in life have added up to their pitiful existence. Your average person is also completely and always filled with fear, anxiety and envy. And it’s encouraged by the elites. So, they wish destruction for those that might have accomplished more or have more than them.

“Five enemies of peace inhabit with us – avarice, ambition, envy, anger, and pride; if these were to be banished, we should infallibly enjoy perpetual peace.”  Petrarch

Petrarch was an optimist. What he describes is average human nature. It’s all around us; one just has to visit the nearest workplace, office, Wal-Mart or mall to see it in all its sorry state.

Hatred is active, and envy passive dislike; there is but one step from envy to hate.” Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Actually, if you are able to think and draw conclusions, it’s pretty easy to explain. Your average person is relatively unable to critically think about their condition and as such can’t see their own deficiencies. That’s just a nice way of saying that they’re easily influenced. Plus with the push for the past sixty years of “equality” you have every dumbass out there buying into the premise that he or she should have just as much as everybody else. Then the results become obvious. First, envy that over a period of time metastasizes into hate. That results in an easily influenced individual. And those individuals vote.

“When men are full of envy they disparage everything, whether it be good or bad.” Tacitus

Remind you of anyone? It reminds me of pretty much 90% of everyone I’ve known or worked with over the past thirty years. How many people around you disparage everything around them, especially the people that surround them? Men are bad enough about it but women are much worse. You only have to hear a woman talk about one of her supposed friends to get all the proof you need for this.

“The few who do are the envy of the many who only watch.” Jim Rohn

Anyone who has had any success in a competitive field knows about this. No matter how good an individual’s social skills are or how nice they treat colleagues, 90% of them are going to be envious. And they will do anything to alleviate their envious feelings. That generally equates to doing everything they can to bring the object of their envy down and in any way they can. This is the root of office politics. And why I’ve always had a rule that I live by and learned the hard way, “No good deed goes unpunished”. It takes a certain amount of intelligence, cunning and a very thick skin not to mention a severe tendency towards psychopathy to negotiate the corporate world these days. And it’s not just your co-workers, often a person’s boss will participate. I had an “aha” moment about twenty years ago when my immediate supervisor was promoted and the new guy who took his place called me into his office and told me straight up, “Your name will never come up in a meeting that I’m involved in.” It wasn’t long after that I was transferred.

“The wicked envy and hate; it is their way of admiring.” Victor Hugo

If it’s admiration, it’s the sickest form I’ve ever experienced. There really isn’t any room any more for excellence, for working for a common good, for teamwork, for building something that is greater as a whole than its parts, for cooperation and for community. Everyone has become his own island and if that island is incapable of critical thinking, introspection and foreseeing the consequences of their actions then the wickedness sets in and envy is a direct symptom of that wickedness. Plus a perpetual attitude of, “What’s in it for me?”

Thus the problems you see that surround us.

I don’t have much hope for the Boomer generation, they’ve bought into the lies and the envy business that they were programmed for. I don’t have much hope for the Facebook generation either, they seem not to realize that they’re completely and totally screwed, socially and financially.

I sometimes wonder if what we’re seeing happening around us is a complete de-evolution to what humans actually are when the pressures of survival are removed. When there are no more places to explore, no place where an individual can get away and enjoy some solitude. When anything they might aspire to is almost immediately denigrated. When it’s not what you can do, it’s how connections and ass-kissing are much more important. When there’s no dignity or honor left.

If that’s the case, the human animal is a sorry excuse to have inherited this planet.

And I don’t envy him one bit.

I’m glad I can’t be in another person’s mind.

I know I’m not the first person to think what it would be like to inhabit someone else’s mind for a day or two. Not just inhabit it, but be able to experience what they think about, feel or what they experience reality to be. The reason I think about this is because I can’t believe how most people act in their day to day life. Especially the individuals I interact with professionally and sometimes personally. Seriously, most of the time I think I’m the warden in the insane asylum and I’m not in charge, the inmates run the place. The thought of taking on their experiences is horrifying at times but at the same time thinking about it is fascinating even though the experience if it ever happened would probably scar me for life. Think critically about the people that surround you and how they act and you’ll realize what I mean.

So from time to time, I imagine what it would be like to have the mind of someone I’m interacting with. Think about this, what would it be like to experience the world of someone that is looking you straight in the face? Would you be able to understand where they were coming from? Would you be disgusted by the sheer desolation of their deep down personality? Would you be saddened by their mental state because they had never experienced love of any kind or would be unable to reciprocate even if love was offered? Would you be horrified by their psychopathy even though you knew the reasons why they were that way?

I think about these things because as I get older, I’ve developed a sort of empathy, or more accurately, an almost uncanny ability to read people almost immediately upon observing them. I don’t have to meet them or talk to them, give me a minute or two and I can give you a pretty accurate psychological profile of someone within minutes of just looking at them. Most of the time, it’s not pretty. That’s why I mostly keep to myself and don’t let anyone get close to me even though I am a sociable person. The truth is, most people are ugly personality wise down to their core.

And, let me tell you guys something that disturbs me more every single day. There’s a darkness that is spreading among the population. I’m not talking about anything evil or supernatural, it’s more that most people my age and younger are figuring out that nothing is as it seems, what we’ve been told for most of our lives isn’t what is really going on. And for most of us the Baby Boomers were our parents. The Boomers are going to be in trouble if this trend continues because most of what is going to be real trouble in the future is going to be blamed on them, the most brainwashed generation in the history of the world. And the most self-entitled. Their kids are going to come for them.

It’s the Boomers that I come in contact with that are the worst when it comes to interacting with them on a daily basis. Talk about a generation that takes itself way too seriously and has a huge entitlement mentality. Just a prediction: Austerity ever comes to the U.S., the Boomers will be target number three, after the cops and politicians, their golf carts and RV’s will be burned even before the banksters get their turn.

I guess it’s a good thing that I can never experience what’s going on in someone else’s mind or better yet take control of their cognitive abilities.

What I might do wouldn’t be pretty.

But the world would be a better place.

Torment her.

“I’ve already told you: the only way to a woman’s heart is along the path of torment. I know none other as sure.”  Marquis de Sade

The Marquis de Sade is attributed with this quote sometime in the late 1700’s and in its essence, this quote is more true than most men will ever know. Even Manosphere members, who think they’ve swallowed the red pill fully, sometimes forget the importance of torment in their interactions with women. I’m talking about torment in every form, physical, mental and emotional. Women are creatures that crave torment and if the man they’re involved with doesn’t inflict torment on a regular basis and at they levels they want, that man will quickly find himself cheated on or dumped in short order.

Different women will crave different levels of torment, but they all do and it’s important to be able to gauge how far to take the torment you’re dishing out. Some women need more physical than mental for instance and some need more mental than physical; it’s the level of each that you need to figure and balance out for your interactions with her to be successful. Torment is extremely important especially if you see the girl as LTR material. Nothing else will bond her to you as well as torment.

Never admit however, that you’re tormenting her, just do it and don’t say a word. It’s also imperative to start the torment as soon as you meet her and she shows interest in you. What do I mean by torment I can hear you all asking? Just this, it’s actions that you take to make sure that her ego and body are in a constant state of questioning herself and the hamster is constantly trying to figure out how to get in your good graces.

Mental torment should start from your first interactions with her. When you first meet, find something that will bother her about her appearance or behavior that you know will hit home. But I’m not talking about a neg here. This is something that is intended to hurt; you deliver it in a completely deadpan manner and then continue the conversation as if what you noticed was completely obvious but no one else around her would dare say it to her. Never mention it again. She’ll be so stunned that it won’t come up in conversation again, but she’ll remember it and think about it for days. A little later in the conversation throw in a small compliment to balance out the bombing you just unleashed on her. As the relationship develops, continue these little attacks, remember, torment keeps her wanting to find ways to please you. And always come off as completely serious with your remarks as if what she does, looks like, the clothes she wears, how she acts and what she’s interested in aren’t quite up to your standards. If you make her cry, all the better, just don’t let her cry on your shoulder. Don’t forget to throw in the occasional compliment or nice gesture, torment all the time might chase her off. Well, maybe not, the results you get will determine the right balance. The hotter the girl, the better this works. I wouldn’t use this on sub-par girls though, suicides might result.

Physical torment should start the first time you bang her and should escalate from there. The first time you get her in the sack, spank that ass. There are very few girls who don’t enjoy this and there are very few guys who will spank her during the first fuck. During subsequent bangs, escalate, tie her up, choke her, pull out the old riding crop and use toys on her like nipple clamps. Continue to escalate as long as she’s enjoying it and see how far you can take it. You’d be surprised how far most women will go especially if you just do it and don’t discuss it with her. Don’t go so far as an assault charge of course, keep it cool and she’ll start asking you to do more and more. The physical torment doesn’t just apply to the bedroom however. Slap her ass in public. Pop her with a towel when she comes out of the shower. Pinch her on the leg when she walks past you in the living room. Don’t do these things all of the time but do it often enough that she is always wondering when the next one is coming. Do these things erratically and you’ll have a compliant gina-tingling woman who’s always ready for you. Or, you might end up with a complete submissive which is even better.

Emotional torment is the easiest to inflict but has the largest chance of backfiring. Use this sparingly, only when you think she’s getting too comfortable with the situation or she’s done something that’s displeased you. Disappear for a couple of days with no contact. Don’t be afraid to yell when she does something to anger you. Make sure she has no illusions that you’ll put up with any of her crap and punish her when she pushes that assumption. Don’t be afraid to call her a stupid cunt when she deserves it. I’m sure you can think of other things that would work.

Torment her…she’ll love you for it.