Pussified Men

A coward dies many deaths

This world is full of weak, pussified men. Men whose wives run their homes, who let their boss run roughshod over them, who meekly accept the crap shoveled in their path. They take no effort in working hard to rise above their circumstance, content to wallow in despair and excuse-making instead of DOING something about it.

When I hear men belittled by their wives, or see their children disrespect them, I know I’m looking at a man out of sorts with what they were created to be.

 

Manhood

Men were created to lead. Sure, most of us will never be a head of state or a 5-star general, but we were designed to lead nonetheless. Testosterone drives the male to greater risk taking and makes him willing to forego pleasure to achieve his goals. Mealy-mouthed fags with their justifications for why they can’t get ahead in life are denying their power.

Don’t look for the quick fix.

Find something you can do well, and do it well. Don’t be afraid to ask for just compensation. Don’t be afraid to shop yourself around. Find your niche and exploit it. It won’t be easy, and it will hurt, but keep on and you’ll come out on the other side better and stronger for it.

Again, don’t wait on opportunity to present itself. Make your opportunity. “Good luck” seems to find men that are willing to take chances in an inordinate percentage. Make your own luck.

Manhood is doing what may be uncomfortable or inconvenient in the near time in order to realize gain in the long term. If you’re constantly flitting from idea to idea, job to job, but no headway is being made, reconsider. Don’t be a pussy.

Today, I will address two key ways we can lead. This is coming from my experience. I’m not a high-powered executive. I don’t live in a metropolitan area, but I can still lead. And you can to.

Husband

A woman NEEDS a man. This is not popular to voice today, but it’s true. From birth to grave a female needs strong male influence in her life. I’ll talk more about this in the next section, but I just wanted to set the tone here.

When you marry that woman, it should not be a decision of fancy. This should be someone you are willing to stay with until death. If she irritates you, DON’T MARRY HER, because she most assuredly will work your nerves even more after the vows. Find the right one. Not the perfect one, because there isn’t one. Not a “soul mate”, that’s a load of crap. Find someone that you are willing to stay with and have her be the mother of your children.

Be the man. Make the decisions. By all means consult her on major decisions, but YOU are the one that makes the final decision. Try to compromise and find a solution that works for both parties, but if it can’t be arrived at make the call and stand by it. If it works out, great, take the credit. If it was the wrong choice, own up to it and learn from it. If you cop out and whine, you’ve failed as a man. Be the rock.

Don’t whine to your wife. About anything. Not the job, not relationships, nothing. A man must be respected and nothing tears down respect faster than seeing someone exhibiting weakness and blaming it on others. I’m not saying you hide your faults from her. She’s going to know them anyway, but don’t be constantly dwelling on negative things. Suck it up, buttercup.

I’ve heard it said that men desire respect, women love. Show your wife that you love her. Tell her. Don’t put on stupid public displays of affection. That’s virtue signalling and she’ll see through it. Again, be her rock. If Indians attacked my homestead I don’t want my wife to be the one fighting them off, or running to another man for help, I want her to call my name in confidence that I’ll save her.

It sickens me to hear of men whose wives don’t respect them. In the guise of “love” you have caved in every time they have tested you. My wife has never said she thought she was stronger than me or better than me in certain areas, especially not in an area of physical ability. Where does a wife get that idea? A weak man who does not exhibit strength and does not keep her in check.

A woman is like nature. Beautiful if tended, but left to her own devices she will grow wild and unruly.

Father

Remember when I said that a woman needs a man? Well, girls and boys do to.

The nuclear family is the bedrock of civilization. One man, one woman, raising children. Not two men nor two women. It doesn’t work that way. The man is the head of the home, followed in authority by the woman, followed by the children. In our world it seems like it’s usually inverted, with the children calling the shots, the woman carrying out the orders, and the man just along for the ride. That is why we are seeing the breakdown of our society.

Who keeps the wife in check? The husband.

Who keeps the children in check? The father.

Is it any wonder that we see an inordinate amount of our crime committed by the black community when the single mother household rate is over 70%? With no fathers to lead, the children basically raise themselves and perpetuate the cycle.

Men, we must accept this responsibility. If you breed those kids you need to raise them. I look at it like this: I have the opportunity to influence a life. Why would I pass on this opportunity? If I don’t rear them, who will? The state? A foster parent? Your children deserve to know and be in the care of their biological parent.

It’s said that girls seek out men like their father to marry. I would put a caveat there. I would say only if the father did his job correctly. Why do “good” girls chase bad boys? Their father’s were pussies who did not demonstrate proper masculinity. Having big muscles and talking loud is not masculinity. Controlling yourself and leading those in your charge is masculinity.

It’s my duty to raise my son to treat others with respect while also defending what is right. We don’t shove ourselves in other’s space, but we will not allow others to invade ours or that of those we love.

I must teach my daughters that their place is in the home. They don’t belong in the world fighting with men for workplace dominance. They are to be nurturers and home makers. Just like their mother is and their grandmothers and their great-grandmothers.

My wife must exhibit submission so that my children expect submission. If my wife runs the home, there is chaos. My son should expect to marry a submissive wife, and you better believe I will have a say in the matter. My daughters will be expected to submit to their husbands. Not saying that my wife has no say in the conduct of the house or in the major decisions of our lives, but I am the CEO.

The buck stops with you, men.

Don’t be a soy boy fag pussy man. Be a rock.

The Ninja

Greetings all you mere mortals, heh. Prepare to bask in the awesomeness of me.

Got a problem? I’ve already been there, done that. Here, let me show you……………………….

Bad job? Have I got an idea for you, heh. Have you considered buying cheap Chinese manufactured junk (heh) and reselling them on Amazon for a 100% mark-up? Or developing your own brand of overnight oats? Maybe you should think about trying upwork.com for an extra buck or million, heh. Or maybe you should just pray real hard for God to drop $1M in your lap while you’re at it? I know you don’t want to work hard, heh, and smart. Just keep hunting those gold pots at the end of the rainbow. I’m sure that will work out for you, heh.

Need to shed some pounds? Heh, well you’ve come to the right place at the right time. Oxycut is the way to go. You’ll have those Viking princesses all over you in no time, heh, heh, hehhhhh. Or just drop an egg in your coffee.

While we’re discussing pills, let’s talk about Testosterone. As your body ages you have to cheat a little to maintain your frame (heh). That’s where the little T pill comes in. Pop that sucker in and return to the vibrancy of your youth. Heh, the women will be falling all over you and you can be free to do your body weight exercises instead of those mean ol’ weights.

Heh, while I’m on it, let’s discuss these lunkheads who use free weights. The poor dears just don’t understand the meanness of a man with a finely oiled beard and pomaded hair pumping out 200 pushups a day. Heh, it drives the wife crazy to see the sweat dripping off your moobs.

Think you need dieting and exercise to lose weight? Nah, just crank up the cold water and watch the fat go down the drain. I mean, heh, you can burn 4.2896 calories in just 30 miserable minutes in an arctic stream of water. Why do jumping jacks when you can crank in the cold, heh? And if you wack off in the shower you can burn a few more calories. That’s the only way your pecker will see action if you live like this anyway.

 

Heh, heh, heh, hehhhhhhhh

 

The Moments That Matter Most

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This weekend, I took my oldest five kids up backpacking. (Wife stayed home with the 2 year old.) Unlike the King’s Peak trip last year, this one was fairly benign. We hiked about 3 miles to this lake and camped nearby in this meadow. We did climb up an 11,500 feet mountain. (Well, the two oldest did. My five year old froze at this rocky part of the ascent, and so I took him back, and the seven and nine year olds followed.) This was the first time I went with my kids on a two night backpacking trip. Food (or lack thereof) became a much bigger issue. My 13 year old boy and I had to carry an extra sleeping bag for the five and seven year olds.

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The Need for Order

When I first came into contact with Star Wars (2007) I was introduced to the prequels first. I read the books for Episodes I-III, along with several other accompanying novels and the Dark Horse “Clone Wars” comics (excellent, by the way).

My next foray was the Thrawn Trilogy by Timothy Zahn. These books are very good and kicked off the whole Expanded Universe (EU) of Star Wars. The EU is now known as “Legends” post-Disney, even though there are some things, such as Thrawn, that carry over into Disney’s Star Wars canon.

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Planning a Cheap Summer Picnic

As more and more kids just spend their days with their face glued to a screen, I try to come up with fun things for my kids to do outside.  Sunday’s are a “device free” day where we all unplug and enjoy each other’s company.  I try to find things to do that don’t cost too much, but are also rewarding.  You’d be surprised how little it takes for the kids to have a great time they’ll remember forever

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Stop and Smell the Roses

The other night was kind of stressful. Coming on the end of the school year, the kids who do the online charter school have their major projects due soon. It is becoming apparent that two of them have not been keeping on schedule with their assigned tasks. My daughter was cramming, throwing together this last minute paper that she should have been working on for over a month now.

At this time, I take the opportunity to grab out this church publication “Eternal Marriage” and read with my wife from where we left off the previous night. In it, it talks about how we can have our relationships continue into eternity if we do the right things. That is when my wife starts getting teary eyed and starts to lose it. Continue reading “Stop and Smell the Roses”