Conversations with the Young Viking

My six year-old son, has demonstrated a preference for long-term thinking from an early age. When his sisters would devour any treat given on the spot, at age three, he would already ask if he can save part of his for later. Which he did religiously, eating the rest of it the next day.

Which inevitably brought on the typical squealing “gimmes” of “unfairness” from his short-time preference female siblings, who like a boat-load of illegal immigrants would demand double rations of what they had already scoffed, with he apparent memory of goldfish.

Needles to say, in Kurglandia this attitude was met with the equivalent of live fire round from the border patrol. Soon enough, the sisters of gimme realised they would need to revert to mere silent seething, or, in the case of the smarter one, sidling up to her brother and sweetly asking him if he would oh so kindly give her a little piece of (which he usually, but not always, did, and a small one at that).

I have no doubt that failing some tragedy that boy will be surrounded by female attention when he grows up; despite having the social manners approximating those of a rabid bull with an enjoyment for charging at flags. Red, green, yellow, flags in general, and with or without Matador and no hesitation to ram the matador anyway even absent flag. Thing is though, he absolutely does not mind the quasi-ostracism that goes with it, and he’s perfectly capable of making fast friends with other kids when it suits him. I watch from afar, shaking my head at the inevitability of genetics.

But this is just by way of introduction. At times. He acts so barbarically that one would be forgiven for thinking he might be a bit retarded. Including me. However, it is clear from his questions at what I call our “philosophy time” that he’s far from unintelligent. He started about age 3, when bedtime came, while his sisters enjoyed a story or something along those lines, he would talk to me about all sorts of disparate topics with rather profound questions. Astronomy, theology, life in general, friendship, love, he would delve into topics most adults shy away from. He asked about God, Jesus and how it all works repeatedly. He asks me to take him to Church regularly. Which is you see the level of “Christian charity” he exhibits daily, you would think might be a ruse to burn down the tabernacle. But again… I can hardly judge the boy. He does have my DNA in there, after all.

The other day, when it was just the two of us in the car (another philosophy time), completely unprompted, he said:

“Dad, when I die I am going to ask God where He comes from.”

Me: “Uh… okay…” And thinking: What. The. Fuck?!?!? He’s six!

YV: “Because we can’t ask Him while we’re alive. He doesn’t tell us. But after we die we get to see Him, and I am going to ask Him where He comes from. Because I want to know.”

Now, keep in mind, I have not had any kind of theological conversation where I told him what I think happens after we die, never brought up the origin of God, etc.

YV: “ Because we can’t know where God comes from when we’re alive, right dad?”

Me: “Uh… yeah…right. I mean… I think He was just always there… but yeah, I don’t know.”

YV: ( calm and confident, looking back out the window ): “Well, I’m going to ask Him.”

Me: “Okay son. That’s a good question. I’m Curious to know the answer too.”

Except in a half-century of time I have on him, the question never came up for me. I just accepted it as a given from observation of reality at some point, but I never seriously pondered the question.

Anyway, this is not the story I wanted to tell you. This is just preamble, because like my daughter exhibited Venetian style thinking in one of our car journeys, so did he last night.

We went to get pizzas for the family and he came with me and as usual we started philosophising because he has endless questions about all sorts of unlikely topics. I forget how we got to the topic, but it went like this:

YV: “So intelligence is important.” ( A statement, not a question )

Me: “Yes, it is, but more important is your character. To be honest with yourself is the most important thing.”

YV: “What do you mean? People lie to themselves?”

Me: “Unfortunately yes, son. All the time. Some people are so crazy they lie to themselves that they are a girl when they are a boy, or that they are a dog or something else.”

YV: “They are not lying, though. They know. They are pretending.”

Me: ( out of the mouths of babes and all that ) “Yes, you’re right. But they will lie to themselves about other stuff, like thinking that they are a good person when they are not really, or thinking they are honest when they are liars, and so on.”

YV: “But why do they do that?”

Me: “A lot of people are pretty stupid, son.”

YV: “No. They’re not pretty stupid. They are stupid, stupid.”

I was left kind of speechless, and for a second started to think maybe he means pretty…as in… I didn’t get to finish the thought…

YV: “I don’t mean pretty like… you know… beautiful. I mean pretty like when you mean…”

Me: “sort of?”

YV: “Yes. Like that.”

Me: ( reflecting a few seconds ) “Well… I can’t argue there son, you have it right.”

YV: ( smiling with that cheeky smile he knows is a partial troll ) “Is it because I’m intelligent dad?”

Me: ( Laughing ) “Yes son, you sure are.”

And he is. Regardless of the fact some throwback gene to raiding Vikings more often than I’d like makes him behave like a berserker on hallucinogenics.

Still.

His ability to cut to the direct point, ignoring all social conventions, is definitely a trait that like the siren song we people of the Sea have within, rises from the waters of the Serenissima.

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This short video has 13,000+ replies, all basically saying the same thing.

As I have said previously, the only women that will have husbands and children will be the ones that understand the replies are exactly what the problem with women is, take that on board, and evolve to a version of the female that consciously and willingly embraces her femininity, along with the duties of being a woman and wife, of her own free will and does so joyously, because she actually has managed to evolve the capacity for objective, logical, reasoned, thought followed by personal accountability.

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So… I grew up on, and read Jonah Hex comics in the 1980s and it was without a doubt my favourite comic book character. Mostly because the psychology of the character was very much similar to my own and he didn’t take prisoners when it came to dealing with bad guys. None of that “a hero never kills” nonsense. Jonah Hex blew bad guys away in every issue with grim efficiency and sometimes a touch of dark humour.

Jonah Hex had been gifted a rare pair of .44 Whitneyville-Walker Colt Dragoons with ivory handles early on in his story arc.

As a matter of historical fact, there were only about 1100 Colt Dragoons ever built, and the Whitneyville-Walker version was even rarer, with only about 240 being built.

But as it happens, these revolvers were also shown in the comic as using the standard cartridges that most associate with single action revolvers. The problem is that the colt dragoons were black-powder weapons, so this would have seemed to be an error on the part of the writer of the comic book (and in fairness, it probably was).

However… I was aware that the 1851 Navy, which is probably one of the prettiest revolvers ever made, which also was a black-powder revolver, did have conversions made to take cartridges. These were generally known as Richardson conversions.

What I have only recently become aware of however, is proof that not only did the original Colt Dragoons also have conversions applied to them, but so did at least some of the Whitneyville-Walker ones.

The extraction rod in this case (above) would have been a separate tool not integrated into the revolver.

A modern version of the conversion, from Uberti is shown above and below.

An original without conversion both above and below

Now… astute readers will be aware that we still have a problem concerning the Jonah Hex revolvers…

And it is… I don’t seem to recall if there was ever a panel showing him reloading his guns, but I also am sure I don’t recall him doing so with a separate little rod to extract the spent cartridges.

That said… the way the handguns were drawn, at least here below,

would seem to indicate that the original black powder lever had been left intact on the guns (as they are in the Uberti conversions). It’s a bit of a reach because the revolver is not drawn correctly anyway, it is drawn as a more modern colt with extraction lever integrated and not with the block of rectangular metal in which the black-powder tamping down lever was integrated, but… on the plus side, the “tube” under the barrel is clearly not an extraction lever either as it is just a metal rod without the lever or housing for the extraction rod, or related “nub” to “grab” it with a finger. See a regular colt army below.

Notice the housing with spring and “nub” on the lever to be able to pull the ejector rod into the chamber of the round being pushed out. All things absent from the gun on the cover of Jonah Hex number 76.

So… this would seem to indicate that Jonah must indeed have used a separate extraction rod not integral to the pistol in order to reload his guns. This in any case makes sense because the design of the Dragoon would make the extraction lever linked to the barrel impossible anyway, as can be seen in the difference of a colt single action army with integrated extraction lever below.

Notice that even from this side, you can still see the lever’s little “nub” that allows you to “grip” it with a finger and pull it towards the chamber so that the rod pushes out the spent cartridge in it. The fact this is not shown in the cover of JH 76 makes it just plausible that Jonah is in fact using a separate extraction rod, even if we never see it.

The later (apocryphal, bad, evil) reboots of Jonah Hex by Dark Horse comics do tend to draw his guns more accurately as colt dragoons for the most part, but we don’t really care about these vile caricatures of a favourite character. They may not be as vile as the Star Wars “prequels” but you know how it goes.

A last point is that these handguns weighed about 4.5lbs each (about 2kg) and Jonah always had the pair of them, plus his belt with cartridges in it and his bowie knife and usually a little satchel that may have held money, tobacco, or both. So he always had a pretty heavy weapons load on him, with at least a minimum of about 5kg to cart around pretty much everywhere just on handguns, holster and ammo. That’s 11lbs for you yankees. If you have not lived with a gun in your holster daily, you might not appreciate how heavy that is. Then again, he didn’t have to worry about carrying concealed, which helps make things a bit more comfortable, and having a pair of them would at least balance things out a little.

Anyway, here you now have just a HINT of the level of Nerdy Autism I can get into. You don’t want to know the background data I built for my SF series like Nazi Moon , that a reader will never see, just to make sure the stuff I wrote was physically plausible and possible. Trust me… even though I don’t present as such, there really is no doubt I have just a “tad” of aspieness.

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I do think it will self correct

This post is definitely on the far end of the speculation curve. In other words, I could be completely wrong. However, I don’t think I am, and I have a pretty solid record on predicting large scale trends.

I mean 30 years ago I predicted the trend was to enstupidate people to the point they will hook themselves up to VR porn and feeding tubes and never leave home. We’re not really all that far from it now.

Reading this article , he puts the current (global) crashing of birth rates squarely at the foot of feminism as the absolute main culprit.

I can’t really say he’s wrong, except I would look at the cause/s of feminism and if you do… well, you come up, as every single time, with the (((usual suspects))).

This bit was also nice to read:

Even feminists are surprised by Amish women and the family unit – ‘At first glance Amish women appear to live under the domination of a male patriarchy legitimated by traditional religious teaching. Yet Amish women exhibit an unexpected self-confidence and strength.’24 The self-confidence speaks to the duplicity of the feminist movement. It has gaslit society to believe that a woman at home is a meek, cowed woman. It was the never the case in the past and not the case now.25

So the trend anyway is that only strongly religious groups that curb female “empowerment” are actually bucking the trend.

He doesn’t discuss Sedevacantist Catholics (the only actual Catholics left), probably because he has no idea about them, but I assure you, we are bucking the trend too. Three sede families at a get-together will have over 20 children there. Our churches are growing and with young families with children.

So what’s happening? Are we chaining our wives to the kitchen sink, taking their shoes, and forcing babies into them?

No.

These are women that have chosen God, marriage (for life), and family, which means children. As many as possible.

So how do I see this going?

Well… it might take time. I might not see it in my lifetime. It may be a hundred years or more, and those who make it might not necessarily all be my progeny (though they have a better chance than most), but I think things (in the West/Caucasian lands) will split into three options.

Orcs and Goblin NPCs

These ones die out. The LGBT-faggots/trannies/bestiality freaks. They are not reproducing, and although they do “reproduce” by grooming and infecting children with their perverse mental illness and degeneracy, they are one economic collapse and a few mild apocalyptic war scenarios away from being literally hunted down in the wasteland of the ruins as vermin.

Standard NPCs

These will continue to be the cucked majority and will generally lose out to third worlders, infertility or non-replacement reproduction and having pets instead of children. They are not really consequential other than possibly helping their specific ethnic DNA go largely extinct through gradual replacement.

The 1950s Present Day Pulp Fiction Heroine

This is a shift of quasi utopic proportions I have been vociferously advocating for since my tender teenage years. That is, women that adapt, evolve, become more logical and objective, and somewhat less solipsistic, and thus consciously make a choice to prioritise marriage, family, and children.

These are intelligent, capable, hard-working, and more often than not, very feminine women.

They will be the kind of woman that will have 7 kids and homeschool them and do a better job teaching them algebra than a teacher in the nearest school would. They will be able to cook meals with healthy ingredients that their families love, and also be able to hold their own in a conversation about genetics, physics or music. Or whatever unexpected hobby they might have.

The lady that runs the blog Ballerina Farm is a prime example. These are the heroines of 1950s pulp fiction that can fly a spaceship in an emergency, ride a horse, and fire a sixgun effectively. Only to be awesome mothers and wives in their day-to-day lives.

I genuinely think it is a naturally self-correcting issue. In the long term at least, in the way that nature invariably works: slowly.

So, don’t despair young man. And remember: as men, you might not always remember to not stick your dick in crazy, as the saying goes, but even so, while everyone can see how the odd escapade with a drama queen with daddy issues can happen, there is simply NO EXCUSE for putting your dick in a feminist. And one can only hope that the acid environment of doing so melts you dick away if you do.

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The paying subscribers that haven’t seen a fitness post for two weeks may be wondering what is going on, or if I was just lying and some grifter. Well, neither, but I have absolutely failed for two weeks. Does it mean the weekly fitness posts will no longer happen? No. They will and this is one of them, but because failure is often more important a requirement than success (on the road to success, not in general) this post will be public. Complete with humiliating ritual of pictures.

Also because when you fail because you are weak, lazy, or a liar and usually all three, you should take a public whipping anyway. Self-flagellation in secret is just not good enough, boys and girls, so here is the Kurgan Kurganing himself. A world exclusive.

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The reasons people fail, especially at fitness stuff is essentially, as stated above, because they are either weak, lazy, or both and then they compound the issue by lying about it. To others mostly, but primarily also to themselves, and they do so knowingly.

What they come up with are EXCUSES. A word that really means OUTRAGEOUS LIES. It’s your brain doing the backwards rationalisation thing that is so familiar to women. It’s not ever YOUR fault really. It’s the weather, the fault of your gym, your clothes, the dog, anyone but you.

So, to show this process (which is not really my way) I will not tell you the EXCUSES I could use if I were that sort of liar:

I have been REALLY busy! No, really, listen:

• The tractor’s Tricia (giant grass/weed cutting tool) broke and I spent hours over the weekend with my friend trying to fix it.
• I had people come over for the olive tree maintenance.
• The regular work has been off the chart, which is good, but also takes away from my time.
• It’s summer and I tried to spend some more time with the wife and kids in the evenings.
• I have a couple of other projects on the go to research and am trying a new one out that needs a lot of historical research, and I still haven’t done the covers for the two books that I have essentially finished.
• You know there is random stuff on a farm that always needs attention.

And my health! My HEALTH!

• So about 30 years ago I had a car crash (some guy jumped a stop street at 2 am and I am absolutely lucky to be alive. If he’d hit me one tenth of a second later I would be dead. As it was his Range Rover took out the entire front of the little Toyota I was driving, wheels, engine and all.) As a result of that I have had some spasmed muscles in my neck that even ten years ago, a professional masseuse could not get the thin needles of western acupuncture to go into it even after an hour of massage. the needles bent as if they were made of string or were hitting bone. They were not, that area of my neck has been in an atrophied muscle lock for literally 30 years. But a few days ago, after several days of pretty constant pain I asked my wife if she could give me a massage, and somehow, she managed to make that part of my neck muscle actually click! I mean something finally released! I hardly believed it, but it did. The resulting shifting pain since has been quite exquisite (as it is once something like that old an injury starts to finally have blood flow through it again, it can take days or weeks before it’s functioning more or less normally again). And. hey, you wouldn’t want me to injure myself there again, would you, just for the sake of some push-ups or pull-ups or whatever, right? Right?!?
• Oh and my sleep! Let me tell you about my sleep pattern, being so messed up, partly because of work, partly because of my increasing issues with breathing through my nose which has a badly deviate septum due to being broken 4 times (two by own stupidity, and 2 in heavy “training”). I only sleep about 4-6 hours max in any 24 hour period and usually in 2 sets of 2-3 hours each. Today for example, I slept about 4 hours total, but I also had about 2 hours after yet another massage from my wife where I literally lay still in bed just breathing and concentrating on that shoulder/neck muscle injury and it improving. It’s a technique to fix injuries I detail in my Systema book, available on Amazon, in case you care.

I also have 6 kids and a wife and a farm and…

I could go on. I mean I don’t have any pets, but I could write about how the anxiety of the kids not having pets affects by mood and so the sera toning levels are off, and, and, and…

Now let’s look at the reality of things instead.

The Truth

The reality is that none of those things really matter. The shoulder neck injury does a bit, but even then I could be doing exercises that help/benefit it instead of just sitting on my backside typing away here.

To do 50-60 pushups, a couple hundred crunches and leg raises and to go do a few chin-ups on the bar I set up outside —even if I have to lather myself in poison first to avoid the carnivorous little no-se’em insects whose bites itch like the devil— and even if I add say 15 minutes on the training bike and if I were really going over the top another 10-15 minutes on the bag (which I still need to put up outside, though I am nearly there now) would take no longer than an hour.

And while it is a bit of a challenge to carve out an hour daily for myself, it is not impossible by any means. All it would take is some routine and organisation, which admittedly will be easier once school reopens, but that too is also an excuse.

So, what then, has prevented me from posting for two weeks?

My weak mind.

I have never tried to explain this to anyone before, especially not using words anyway, so we’ll see how this goes. I know that for me to get best results, I need my mind to be first in the right space. It’s a bit like writing. I recall Vox saying he writes his massive fiction books in 500-1000 word instalments. Not me. I may need to sit and do “nothing” (as it may appear to external observers) for a few days, then I can churn out a first draft in days of 15,000 words a day. I wrote the Systema book by writing its approximately 200,000 words in about 3 weeks of averaging 10,000 words or so per day.

I think it was Edgar Allen Poe that said a gentleman needs to know the art of being “lazy”. But by lazy he didn’t actually mean lazy. He meant the kind of apparent laziness a man does by sitting on his porch and looking to the horizon in silence.

I am no gentleman and no one has ever accused me of being one that I can recall, but I have had this skill since I was a child, and by my early teens I had come up with a name for it because I was tired of people asking me what I was doing, when I sat there silently for long periods of time. “Watching Clouds”, I’d reply. And in fairness, I distinctly recall lying on the sofa-bed of my small London apartment after my first divorce, some 20 years ago now, looking out the window at the still natural clouds then in summer, and spending an hour or two just, literally looking at clouds, my mind mostly empty of any real thoughts or contemplations. I remember that activity with a rare sense of peace and calm happiness that has been juxtaposed only by a bright light of active happiness once I broke through the pain or exhaustion barrier at Karate Gasshukus (day-long training events) or swimming training when I used to compete.

And with this fitness stuff, I have been sensing that. The need to get my head in the right frame before I begin. I think in part, it’s why my neck/shoulder has released. I don’t think I ever spent 2 weeks before with a mild but active constant unconscious drive to relax and find the right balance internally, despite the chaos outside of me being relatively constant.

My mind has always been the weak spot.

I recall once our karate instructor talking to all the black belts before a national competition event. He was telling each of us in turn what our strength and weaknesses were and how to maximise the first and minimise the second, and his observations were spot on. I was last in the circle of black belts that had gathered around him and I was curious what he would tell me, as his observations and been so absolutely spot on for the others. And it was just as precise when it got to me. He said:

“You… you’re unpredictable. When your head is right no one can touch you. And when it’s not right, you’re completely useless. And I don’t know what makes it right or not. You need to try and figure that out yourself.”

And it had always been the case. I remember years before this, on reading the Illiad I think it was, where at some point someone says “Don’t go into battle with bad blood, or else you’ll spill it.” It resonated deeply.

But even this, my need to get my head right is partly an excuse. Because if a gun was held to my head, I would get on with the exercises anyway. So even the truth of your reasons, if often half a self-deception.

And now for the final piece of brutal truth.

This is a still taken from a little video short that a lady we are good friends with send to my wife of her kids and family. Her husband walked in half-way and got captured. He was not holding his stomach in, posing, or otherwise trying to impress anyone, he’s just not the type to do so anyway. And he has 7 children, plus two more adult ones. So he hardly has any more time than I do. But you know what he has? An easy and unforced iron will.

The last time I saw him, a couple of months back, we all went to the park together with out respective retinue of children, and he firmly, politely, and easily refused to introduce any junk food into his stomach. It was not difficult for him or forced. It was just the causal discipline of someone that had made a clear choice. It is also no coincidence I think, that he actually is a gentleman, and a better Catholic than I will ever be.

The fuzziness, due to it being taken from the video (yes with his permission, or at least his wife’s!) actually does him an injustice.

And in case you were wondering, he too is 56. We are the same age.

So now, finally, the obligatory whipping at the post required in the public square for failure, here is me. I tried to have the same stance and did not try to “beautify” myself with any camera tricks or breath holding, etc. Brutal honesty when you fail is the minimum requirement.

Aside the unflattering eyes, caught in the midst of noticing two of our kids about to do something they have just been told to not do, so shifting from pleasantly calm to the imminent “What the hell are you doing?!” look, giving an overtone of psychopathy, you can see that there is a marked difference between my friend and I. Probably about 3-5 kg of “softness” that needs to be converted to actual muscle, and while the underlying general tone of my musculature is still decent, it’s not something you can see, unlike in his case. And instead of a 6 or 8 pack, I have the approaching dad-bod uni-belly.

So… take heed you fellow lazy, weak, self-deceivers…

Get in gear, or post your chubby selves online for all to point and laugh at!

The fitness posts will resume next week and be a weekly affair, usually Sunday or Monday.

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So… you know how James Bond in one of the earlier films is dancing with some woman he’s I think already bedded, and when an assassin tries to shoot him, he quickly spins her round so she gets killed and protects him from the bullet?

Pretty callous, right? But we can say with some clarity that she obviously was not the love of his life. Just another item on his plate. Not a particularly relevant one of course.

Well, now imagine being the woman married to that guy, even if we assume he really does love you. To say it has its challenges is probably understating it a little.

A recent conversation with the wife highlighted this…

But I should probably give a little background first —you know, just to stem somewhat the accusations of psychopathy and so on.

I don’t have a job that requires me to dress formally. Or even at all most days.

I have never cared at all what people assume, think or believe about me, to a degree that is probably hard for normal humans to relate to at all.

Efficiency, speed, and getting things done is more important than the how you do it for most things (but not all). Results matter more than methods, generally speaking.

So, when we go out, I can get the kids ready and in the car in about 15 minutes flat.

When my wife does it, time warps. It could be hours, days, moon phases can shift, who knows. So I try to stay out of the way until “near the end” which is a constantly moving horizon. Her “five minutes” can range from ten minutes to 45. Her “I just need to put my shoes on” can possibly entail getting prosthetics from Afghanistan.

And when at this point I am slowly starting to smoke (not cigarettes, rather, like the human torch, about to flame on) and am gently shoving kids towards the car, my wife will tend to say things like:

“Oh just a sec, I need to brush her/his/their hair!”

“Oh wait, she needs a different shirt.”

“Oh wait, his other shoes go better.”

Which drives me close to insane. Why?

Because I stayed out the way until now, you told me repeatedly we’d be done 10 minutes ago, and then you STILL have to do stuff?!

Now, I know this. I know this will happen, but it still irritates me.

Mostly because I have an (admittedly slightly pathological) issue with being late. On my own, in my life, I think I can count on one hand the times I have been late. Pointless? Sure. Unnecessary? Yeah, probably. Unreasonable given the way of the world? Undoubtedly. Ask me if I care about any of that? Fuck no. Because I don’t care if the rest of the world is composed by 99.999% of lazy, stupid fucks who can’t read a watch. I can. And I will continue to do so. Is that an irritating personality trait I have. No doubt. Do I mean to change it? Hasn’t happened yet. Not likely to happen very soon would be my guess.

Our conversation today was her basically telling me how frustrating and upsetting *I* am. this is more or less how it went:

Wife: “Why do you have to stress me out that way?”

Me: “ Because you had all the time and then it’s “just one more thing” about 15 times in a row. It’s like nagging.”

Wife: “What?!?! But you like me to look good when we go out, right?”

Me: “Sure.”

Wife: “And yet, you sometimes go out with your balls hanging out of your ripped trousers!” (Slight exaggeration. I always have underwear on, balls per se not on display gratis!)

Me: “So?”

Wife: “ And what does that make us look like?!”

Me: “Name ONE TIME I left the house with you looking like a homeless tramp.”

Wife: “You do it all the time!”

Me: “No. listen to what I said: “with you””

Wife: (fuming – Grunts acknowledgement) “Still, so it’s ok for me to go out looking like a homeless tramp if I go out on my own?”

Me: “No.”

Wife: “Oh but it’s ok if you do it??”

Me: “Yes.”

Wife: “Why?!”

Me: “You need to ask? I’m a man. It doesn’t matter what I wear or if I even have clothes on. I went through the village in pyjamas pants looking for the bastard that stole the kids’ walkie talkie, I went to pick up cement, shovels, whatever with ripped dirt-covered clothing, and I can stroll through the village in my underwear too if I’m busy doing some random shit that requires it or I don’t want to waste time getting dressed up while I am still busy unblocking a drain or whatever. And NO ONE will think anything about it. And if they do, the next time they see me out with you guys they will realise, oh ok, he is not a homeless tramp, just occasionally goes out like one when he has other shit to do. You’re a woman. None of those rules apply to you.”

Wife: “ Ok fine, fair point, but you take the kids out looking like whatever!”

Me: “So? They are little kids. No one cares, and I certainly don’t care what anyone else thinks either.”

Wife: “So, you want me to look good, nails all done and everything, but the kids look like tramps?! Do you KNOW WHAT THAT LOOKS LIKE?”

And well… then I got it.

Me: “Oh… yeah…” And I burst out laughing. “Yeah, you’re right, it would look like you’re a superficial bitch that doesn’t give a shit about her kids. Sorry. You’re right. Won’t happen again.”

And it won’t.

And yes, it is basically a retarded perspective I have, because honest to God, that thought had never entered my head before that moment. When I go out with the savages I have for kids, I don’t really care if they are not looking like little GQ models. They tend to tear themselves and their clothes up every chance they get anyway, and I’m fine with that. The last thing I want is a bunch of over-civilised artefacts of so-called “civilised” society for my children. I want them to grow up knowing what matters and what doesn’t. And then ==much later— learning that thin veneer of etiquette required to stay out of jail and blend in with the empty shells of so-called “polite society”, but never be fooled into thinking any of that stuff really matters intrinsically . It may matter for your job, appearances, etc, but it’s not where your heart should ever be.

But of course, she’s right. Total neglect an unconcern for society as a whole is probably not the ideal way to go through life. Not that I’d know. But humans are pretty weak and fragile and I guess that way of being is not for most of them, and in any case, it’s probably a good thing for the kids to learn to at least have the basics of blending in with the rest of the human race. Because let’s face it, just 1% of my DNA in them is plenty to ensure that they will never really bow to authority outside of our house.

The point is, as obvious as her concern was/is to pretty much everyone who is not so dissociated from “society” as I am, it literally had never entered my head. I’m not stupid (quite the contrary) but it appears that somehow, in my 55 years here, I have so done away with the pointless things of life that I am probably straying quite deeply into territory that may have been okay in cave-times, or possibly crusading war parties, but might just be a little “lacking” in modern society.

I still think that’s for the best really, but the kids will have the “homeless fashion-chic” look only if I go out on my own with them from now on. i’ll think of it as training for them to learn to blend in with the zombies when we go out in public all together.

Now… if only I could get them to stop dropping trousers and doing their toilet wherever a convenient tree is, instead of asking to use the nearby facilities, I might actually have a chance at them not being hunted like animals once the 15 minute cities start going up, and before they have all retreated to the armed camps in the mountains.

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On the previous post, this short thread raised an important point we must keep in mind:

Trying to avoid modernism by hiding the TV from your children, is a bit like trying to keep them shielded from the reality of the world.

That never turns out well.

My daughters want me to teach them how to punch and fight, never mind my son(s).

I think in part that is because I point out the realities of the world, teach them situational awareness and ask them at random times how they would react to X happening (X can be a good event, a bad event, a strange event, whatever. The point is to get them thinking and considering, as well as imagining and figuring out solutions in real time.)

The girls also are under no illusion of having magic girl-power that can beat up random men.

The point (and somewhat non-obvious analogy) is that you cannot beat globohomo by pretending it doesn’t exist. You need to face it. Then push it back in the closet under the rock it came out of, then set fire to the closet, dynamite the rock, and salt the land where it used to be. And teach your children to see and fight evil and lies wherever they occur. Make them aware of the fact that at least two major religions (and possibly three and more) on this planet think raping children, including babies as far as Judaism is concerned, is perfectly acceptable, as well as lying stealing or even killing people that are not of their religion. 1

Teach them the truth. And how to navigate in a world of liars, conmen, and thieves.

My parents never had to worry about me doing drugs. The reason was that what they did and who sold them and why was never hidden from me. Everyone I knew at school at some point tried drugs out at least a few times. I never touched the stuff. Never even got drunk. Why? Because doing so made (and makes), no sense. There is no upside to it. And if you have some weird masochist tendencies, then go join a martial arts club that’s serious. You’ll get stomped regularly and at least it will also teach you something that may well save your life one day.

Snorting cocaine on the regular will never do that.

This is why only Catholicism (the real pre 1958 one) counts. Because like it or not, admit it or not, every single strand of Protestantism is really just an idea you identify with. It is not really a belief you are willing to die for. It is not a truth you will rather end up dead than denying. It’s just a cultural club you were likely born into and like being a part of. It’s not something you’d willingly sell all your possessions, march on foot a few thousand miles, and then fight enemies of the faith to the death for. But that is exactly what Catholics did. To help a bunch of scheming cowardly schismatics that had defected from the faith 40 years earlier no less. Who then backstabbed them immediately after being saved by them. three times in a row. Then still whine today when the fourth time the Venetians sacked their city.

You don’t do that sort of stuff because of some culture-club you think sounds nice.

And so it is with all things Clown World and Globohomo. You need to see the evil in them. After that, just like I would never shoot up meth, no matter what, you too will become immune to most of the programming that is being beamed at you 24/7.

And one of the first things you may notice is… well… what is known as “The Noticing”. Of “Early Lifers”; and small-hat wearers. And their proclivities.

That is why the Amish and the weird Finns won’t last. Their histories are but an eye blink in the scene of things. Not so Catholicism. Besides, it was Catholics (with a Pope and all, don’t forget, along with all the sacraments, transubstantiation and Holy Mass) that compiled the Bible. So, yeah… you’re welcome. Now, shed the lies you have worn like your skin all your life, get thee properly baptised, and join us.

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This was a response to a comment thread by KD, on the post about my view on the childlessness problem everyone is apparently so worried about in the West.

I felt it was useful enough to reproduce the thread as a full post.

After reading my post and why I am not particularly worried, and what I mean by City States being part of the solution that I think will naturally occur, KD said:

The programming of the West is a beast that has been eating from the toes up. It’s tragic to be unplugged from it while watching the pure evil destruction unleashed on people everyday. There’s a good chunk of women that don’t know how to get there. They had no father’s and were most likely abused by a male relative or teachers growing up. Zero protection and zero guidance. The only ones around were the perverts taking advantage of damaged girls. Grooming them to become porn addicted sluts. Encouraging guys to become pump and dump guys. To further degrade an already destroyed psyche. That’s why destroying strong men was the first order. To remove the balls necessary for guidance and protection of their children. Then sterilizing women and putting them to work. Then women get used to transactional living so when it comes to marital values there is no perceived payoff thereby giving themselves free reign to be the sluts their programming is attempting to make them. They break vows to be with tony soprano or duke the sky diving dude because their programming makes it a transaction. Women aren’t supposed to operate this way. Their true role is so important that it’s the most corrupted and the least guided. Steadfast religious belief, specifically Sedevacantist, is the only way to provide the protective even harsh guidance for women. Because in their emotional eyes anything they don’t want or like will be a harsh. It’s already known we women have a particular problem with solipsistic habits. The current state of the world is what happens when women accept transactional living over spiritual living.

I replied:

Indeed. The difference is that in my experience, the Catholic women are pretty much choosing the “harsh” themselves and doing so in a very happy and conscious fashion. That’s the difference between true faith/belief, and a pretend version.

She responded:

I see what you mean by that difference. It explains the Churchians quite a bit.

And I thought it was a good opportunity to expand on the topic in a way I haven’t really done before:

I was baptised on ascension day 2017 and have now lived in Italy since 2021 in what used to be a very Catholic country until the usurpation of the Church by Satanists began to erode those values from 1958, but that remains part of the underlying cultural fabric still to this day in many respects. Even then it took me at least a year here and more like two, to be able to begin to see how deeply Protestantism has affected humanity, and always in a net negative way. A further mechanising and dehumanising of people. Catholicism places the human being in a central even if subjugate position. It is why the analogy with God being the Father is so apt. Your child, as a loving father, should obey you, not to satisfy your ego (as the gnostics try to imply, and the Satanists do for their master) but because your rules are there to protect, guide, and help him enjoy life the most.

The fact an Italian work force may be late because they stopped to have coffee on the way in is irritating to an anglo marinaded in protestant “efficiency”, but the same protestant efficiency will put you in jail for breaking some minor human law of no consequence. And the Italian workmen may stay on to work until midnight at no extra charge because they see you have small children and need the job done fast. Under Protestantism, the humanity is first diluted then lost, and all under the guise of “freedom” and “equality” and “diversity” and “fairness” in the Protestant zeitgeist.

Even Italians secularised for almost a century now still have a better grasp of the sexual dynamics between men and women and the raising of a family than anything I have ever observed in any of the Anglosphere countries, nor the Teutonic ones. The closest to it are the Russians and it’s a distant second at best with respect to raising a family, although at least in part, their women have learnt to be more objective than western women (with a 50-50 split of when that is a good thing and when it exposes them as monsters with little conscience that women can be in quite different ways from men). And keep in mind they have Eastern schismatic Christianity, which, erroneous as it is, is still light-years closer to the truth than the most pious of Protestant heresies.

It takes a while living as a Catholic even in a nominally Catholic country, to see the massive advantages of Catholicism over Protestantism, especially if, like myself, you tend to be focused on results instead of methods, efficiency instead of comfort, and so on. As a scout, I am used to discomfort, pushing through, and not giving up even against massive odds against me, but of course all of that brutalises you too, and makes you see those who will not, or cannot, as weak, cowardly, lazy, or a combination of all of those (rightly so mainly). But in taking time to perceive the subtleties and depth of Catholicism, you then become aware of the possibility of becoming less brutal, both towards others (easier) as well as yourself (less easy), while not only losing nothing or perhaps only very little in terms of “efficiency”, but gaining massively in both peace of mind as well as long-term positive results down the line. It is more likely for a Protestant mindset to “win” the battle and completely lose the war. For example by pushing through in his career and ending up in divorce court. While a Catholic is far more likely to win the war (with some much needed footnotes) by say not becoming a millionaire but having a happy and numerous family (the two things are not mutually exclusive by the way, the example is designed to make the average Protestant pause and reflect on the relative values he sees in each side of the example).

The footnotes are mostly that this is also a LOT easier to do this if you are surrounded by Catholics too, and harder to see (and by default lead) if you are the pioneer in your area. But the benefit is that a proper Catholic community can achieve results no other group of humans has achieved in human history. Just look at all the Catholic cathedrals and artwork littered around ex-Catholic countries. And if that level of faith and community were turned towards the stars, the fictional book The High Crusade may well happen at a speed and efficiency no one even suspects of being plausible, never mind possible.

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Vox made a post on the problem of plummeting birth rates and the solution North Korea has implemented in at least one city, which is to force women who are unmarried by age 28 either into manual slave labour or an arranged marriage.

He writes:

In fact, the more educated and the more employed women are, the more the birthrate plunges. In Seoul, the birthrate is now 0.55 per woman.

What we’re now seeing is an A-B test write large. Which Korean society is going to subsume the other, the one that educates and employs its women, or the one that forces them to get married by the age of 28 or be sentenced to a life of manual slave labor? Obviously the latter.

Which means that Western societies, and Westernized societies face a very important choice over the next 20 years. Either stop subsidizing the education and employment of young women or face eventual military defeat and occupation by authoritarian societies that treat women as public property. Either way, some form of marital draft is inevitable.

Both Russia and China are actively working on this problem. The USA, the UK, and the EU observably are not. Which does not bode well for the likelihood of the survival of the latter into the 22nd century.

I have to admit that I don’t see the Anglo-West taking such an approach. Some 100 years of Satanic feminism has poisoned the well for long enough that I very much doubt it would tolerate such measures. They would be seen as far too extreme and the resulting pushback would probably lead to more economic instability and even less likelihood of marriage and large families.

I could be wrong of course, but as I posited back in 2014, I think the “solution” insofar as there may be one for the West (and yes I include the Western “South” in that) 1 lies in two things:

1. Actual Christianity – and yes, yes, I know, you all think I am some freak of some cult, blah, blah, but I can’t help your ignorant, illiterate, brainwashed ass if that is how you see it. The only ACTUAL Christianity is the only one that has ever been Christianity: Catholicism. And thanks to the Jews and Protestant puppets that instigated Vatican II and the 250 year infiltration of the Church before that (and the creation of the first Freemasonic country on Earth, the USA, bankrupting France to do it), that means being a 1958 Sedevacantist of the Totalist position. Because that is the only clergy left that actually follows the dogma of Catholicism as it was in the beginning, and Catholicism is and always has been, the first, and only Apostolic Christianity that God instituted on Earth via His Son, Jesus, who placed Peter (the rock) as the foundation stone of the hierarchy that followed and continues to exist (if in much diminished numbers). The simple fact is that only Catholicism still holds to the concept that the primary purpose of marriage is to make and raise Catholic children and that contraception (other than for very real, not imagined health reasons) is a sin and a net evil in due course. It is not the only thing, but it is the main thing that makes it the only true, real and valid Christianity. A few other points Catholicism has:
   1. The death penalty for certain crimes is DOGMATIC.
   2. The defence of yourself, your family or innocents, including by pre-emptive violent action, is a DOGMATIC DUTY of every Catholic man.
   3. Helping orphans and widows is similarly considered a duty.
   4. Visiting prisoners too (the humanity in this is important, which is not to be confused with not punishing the crime fully as is deserved and as Catholics understand must take place.)
   5. Women are neither pedastalised nor treated like second class citizens, (Or weaker men with tits) as they most often are in Protestant heretic beliefs. Catholics recognise that men nd women are different and complementary, and the respect for both from both is required.
   6. Making a LOT of children is considered normal, blissful and good.
   7. Human Laws are irrelevant or to be ignored, regardless of consequences if they go against Divine Laws. You’re not going to change our mind about who is a bigot, who should be persecuted, killed or cancelled because of some secular, satanic, human-driven agenda.
   8. A Catholic warrior need not have fear nor hope. If we die acting as good Catholics we are assured a place in Heaven (after purgatory), so what is there to be afraid of? And we already know how the story ends (after far more darkness and evil than you can imagine), so there is no need for hope either.
2. City States – Why, you ask? Well, precisely because the majority of people in the West will NOT become proper Catholics. They will NOT have a bunch of children. They will NOT be forced into marriage or slave labour. This means the future of Western civilisation can only lie with those who will. And those who will do so are the ones who consciously choose it with every fibre of their being. And you can’t “fake it till you make it” with this. Whether there is enough of us and whether we will organise fast enough remains to be seen. But I for one am dedicating myself to making as many children as possible and creating a proper Catholic community where I have chosen to live. Will I have succeeded in 20 or 30 years? Who knows, but it’s worth a shot, and if the Oranians could do it in 30 years, I figure I can too. I don’t have a ready-made bunch of people like they had, but then, from experience, I probably have an IQ gap from the average South Afrikaner that should make up for it.

My concept of a City State is a little more flexible than a fortress town, though, that is personally still my favourite type (though it is probably less practical and effective).

What I mean here is a collection of people that are tough, self-sufficient, determined, Catholic, and absolutely dedicated to the future of their children and grandchildren. A small community of that type can produce a LOT of humans in a relatively short time. And, if they stick together, they can gather resources and political power very fast and very effectively.

Such people are also (and historically have always been) at the very forefront of ACTUAL human progress (which is quite different from what “progressives” would call “progress”).

A city of 30,000 such men, I have no doubt, could begin to approach the size that would begin to make space travel possible.

I know how unhinged that sounds, and for this reason many more people are probably going to assume Vox’s view of the future is more likely. But I have lived long enough to know that humans almost never proceed in straight lines of reasonable behaviour.

In fairness, Vox is not thinking in those terms either. But he tends to be more of a generalist, and as such, I can’t fault his opinion really. My contention is simply that even if the West tries to go that way, it will fail at it. While if it goes at it my way, it may well create pockets of resistance that —spurred on by the surrounding existential threats (economic collapse, foreign invasion, hostile governments, infiltration and corruption, and so on)— will either become extinct (a definite possibility) or become stronger and become a veritable powerhouse in its own right, even if not a majority in numbers.

Let me put it this way: It’s Zulu Dawn and Rorke’s Drift .

Maybe the hordes of Zulus will overrun the thin red line, but maybe a few wounded and desperate men will hold back a horde against all odds.

Vox’s view is that the solution will come by way of a different sort of 15 minute city. One where women will be forced to breed like farm animals for the benefit of the… who exactly? Not God. Not faith. Not even family, really, but the secular state, ultimately.

Even if such methods will work in some places (North Korea and possibly China and such countries, with such people) they will not produce the kind of humans that I would prefer to see and be a part of.

And ultimately, I think the human soul rejects these ways, but it loves and embraces ways that are founded on real truth, on absolute reality.

And Catholicism 2 is by far and away in the lead in that department, with over 2,000 years of evidence to prove it. People who have found truth (after painstakingly seeking it, checking it, testing it, and experimenting, and finally understanding), will not give it up.

You don’t have to convince them to have a bunch of children and help their Catholic neighbour as well as fight back as required against the dystopian globohomos that hate us. They want to do it. And they do do it. Joyously. Under the most difficult conditions possible, quite often. But those are the men and women that will forge a future for our children and grand-children and great-grandchildren if there is to be one at all for them.

The Eastern “Orthodox” (historically cowardly liars that backstabbed those who came to save them from the muslims) will pretend to be just as “real”, but they are not. Their “beliefs”, especially in the West have far more to do with aesthetics and numbers than with truth and reality. And while the Russians are certainly resisting Globohomo better than most, I remind you, so is China, and they aren’t Christian at all. Nor will China achieve the kind of human-soul infused achievements that a Catholic community will. And the Orthobros have stagnated for almost a 1,000 years now, not really advancing Christianity around the globe, after all.

Still… better an Orthobro schismatic in a temporary foxhole than a Protestant heretic; but ultimately, Catholicism is where it’s at.

That whole “contraception is evil” thing? It doesn’t work when Protestants try to do it, because it’s not really their faithful belief. It’s a bolt-on. It’s like the gym-rat that thinks he is cool, and strong, and tough; that would also get his ass kicked by an average street fighter, not be able to keep up with a a construction worker at lifting and carrying day after day, nor with a farmer at walking up and down hills all day every day.

A Protestant that tries to “impose” his “religion” on some unfortunate woman temporarily caught in the “flash in a pan of it” might go along. Then, eventually after child 3 or 6 or whatever, she will break, because it was never really her faith, truth, or reality. And the constant zeitgeist of secularism she is surrounded by is tempting and infectious, because her whole Protestant “belief” is built on it to begin with.

In a Catholic woman, the ways of the secular world are instinctively repulsive and not a temptation at all.

This is hard for non-Catholics to comprehend, they assume I am just slinging insults, but I assure you, I am not. I am merely observing reality as it is.

So, from my perspective, those who choose not to make children will continue to do so, and they will go extinct. And those of us who continue to make more of them will eventually have to either fight for our spot, or be wiped out.

If we manage to defend it long enough and keep making more of us, eventually, no matter how hopeless it may seem now, we will be leading the human race, because Catholicism is simply the truly best system for humans to live by than anything else that has ever been tried.

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You gotta have them.

I read (well ok forced myself to do it mostly just so I could confidently say the writer of it hasn’t got a clue at all) this about how men supposedly don’t understand what makes a man attractive to women , which I found partially hilarious since the writer clearly is completely backwards rationalising emotions she feels that she has no clue as to the origin of.

The writer of that article really has no idea why she is attracted to Tony Soprano, as are all her friends. And I especially found it absolutely gut bursting funny that she thinks a Tony Soprano character is truly “present” and “listens” to women. Other than to get to fuck them and/or as a result of getting information useful to him out of them.

The Sopranos of this world like women. Sure. They pay attention to them the same way a cat pays attention to a mouse.

Notice also how she sweeps under the rug multiple homicides and other “bad stuff” with a kind of handwave of “oh yeah that’s bad, I don’t agree with that!” And then she’d immediately drop to her knees if a Tony Soprano told her to in just the right tone of voice.

The simple fact of the matter is that women do NOT process things rationally. The post I wrote on the dual brain and the way women tend to be right-brain processors explains the technical details of it better than you’re likely to find anywhere in purely objective terms (go to the OG blog and use the “Search me” function and type in the keywords “dual brain” and/or “right brain” etc).

But a simpler and quicker way to understand it is what my father told me in his inimitable way when I was about 15:

“Son, just remember, the important thing is to be whoever you choose to be and be sure about it. You can be the meanest son of a bitch that kills a little old lady every Friday night, and as long as you do, you will always have women and loyal friends. But the day you falter and wake up and think “you know, killing old ladies is wrong, I’m gonna change!” That will be the day your best friend fucks your wife and she leaves you.”

Now, my dad has always been a little more concerned with his perceived social status than I have, but he wasn’t exactly wrong. And of course, my personal approach has been to really not give a shit at all what almost the entire planet thinks of me, because the benefit of that is that the men I consider friends are not the type who are there because of my status, but rather because of the core values (those 2 or 3 fundamentals) we share, which are mostly the same ones men who understand the true nature of male friendship always have had, be it in the time of the Iliad, or the trenches of wars across history.

Of course, finding a woman that can survive and continue to choose someone as intense, self-motivated and self-validated as I tend to be, is less easy. A rotating and ever-fresh harem tends to be the more natural state for such men.*

Which beings me to the title of this post.

As my dad mentioned, and as few men today appear to understand, what has classically been known as “having balls” (a mix of courage, decisiveness, confidence based in ability, and the ability to be dangerous as well as overcome danger, not just physically but in every respect, and doing what you choose regardless of the opinions of others) is what makes women react positively and invariably also sexually towards you.

I know because I have seen it play out in the life of those who have balls and in my own.

In fact it is so powerful an aphrodisiac that women will cheat on their husbands, ruin their lives (to the point of self-destruction as a recent story about a parachuting suicide told us) and make terrible decisions for the thrill of being ravaged by that kind of man. It is partly the same reason why most serial killers on death row have female fans.

It is the classical “bad boy” attraction that women will deny until they are blue in the face, only to pretend it really isn’t a big deal, and don’t even blush the morning after when they wake up naked in his bed and have let him keep their knickers as a trophy.

The fact is that the kind of men who elicit that kind of response in women are intrinsically dangerous. Not because they are necessarily evil; but because they are necessarily men that choose their own opinions over the sanitised ones of polite society.

And since polite society is increasingly a demonic sludge of cowards, lies, and bureaucracy designed to cripple independent thought and action, as well as objective reality and above all truth and justice, without which love becomes almost impossible, such men will increasingly find themselves at odds with that globohomo society and its false, demonic, “morality”.

So by default almost, they will be more likely to be willing to break the rules; which includes globohomo laws, unjust as they may be (and often are).

That, dear clueless Catherine Shannon , is why you would hike up your skirt and let a fat Tony Soprano (or equivalent) take you on the kitchen counter of your show house. And almost none of your rationalisations.

Catherine will deny this stridently of course. Call men like me misogynist pigs, write to the world how she fears for my wife and daughters, and seethe in a thousand other ways. And the women who know and have had the pleasure of actually being loved by such men, and all the men that are such men, will smile to themselves and think:

“Now there’s a woman who’s not had a proper dicking down.”

Because even lifelong feminists with millionaire husbands have found themselves under such men. But it’s a rare woman that can admit to herself the real reason instead of rationalise it away after the fact.

And that reason is simply balls.

In the final analysis, I have concluded that while not ALL women will choose a man with balls over any other attribute, including spectacular wealth and good looks, three things are true:

1. The women that count, that is that are worthwhile —as far as I am concerned at least— will choose balls over all the rest.
2. Balls counts for more than everything else that really matters. Sure, billions can make up for a lot of things, but in that increasingly rare situation of feral humanity at its best and worst, balls are the too thing. Just like copper-jacketed lead is the most precious metal, well beyond gold and silver when the SHTF.
3. Even the women who do NOT choose balls over wealth, glory, fame or whatever, WILL choose balls for a quick temporary escape from their lives, especially if they can do so without getting caught doing it by the rest of the world.

Men who have balls know what I am talking about. Most wonder if they have them, or have them enough, or in the right way, and so on. A few know they don’t and stay in their lane.

All women who have come across and had an encounter, however brief, with such men, don’t forget it. The better ones don’t try to rationalise it either, they just accept their own nature and choice (insofar as they had one, given female nature) to do what they did.

The ones like Catherine, however, are extremely unlikely to ever secure such a man; and will openly seethe at women who do, as well as try to ruin them reputationally because of it.

So… no, Catherine, it is not men who don’t understand the attraction you have for Tony. It is only the metrosexuals you are inevitably surrounded by, and of whom you may one day marry one, —only to resent eternally— who pretend not to understand; in the vain hope of steering you towards their perpetually frustrated dicks instead of salivating after the ones that have balls attached under them.

Oh, and lastly, I think it is more important than anything else for a man to have balls in life.

And while the writer of this may or may not have a set of his own, at least a few of his points are d ecent suggestions . I link it because it is easy to assume men with balls are always simple-minded brutes, because that is what they have trained you to think, but the reality is usually quite the opposite.

The reason is obvious: a man with balls will face controversy, confrontation, attacks, lies and envy on a regular basis. Being simple-minded is not conducive to navigating that successfully throughout your life.

I hope that clears up a few things for everyone.

*We can choose to be faithful. It is not necessarily our wish to have rotating harems. Fun as they are for a time, a man with balls will eventually become somewhat bored of it. The issue is more often that a woman that will fit with such men is rare. The Catherines of this world will hand-wave away the murders a Tony Soprano does. The women able to keep such a man are the kind who will find a good spot to hide the bodies. Many women will claim to be such women. Very few are.

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