Joshua had led the Israelites into the Promised Land, Caanan, and under his leadership they had conquered most of the land. But, as we see so often, once the strong leader died the people strayed. Continue reading “Mighty Man”
A sixteen year old youth becomes pater familias. A soldier captured by pirates. A man smeared by his enemies because of their fear of him. A man who divorced his wife due to infidelity. A great soldier and premier orator. A man who despised elitism and corruption, but wasn’t afraid to get his hands Continue reading “Savior of the Republic”
“Once you’ve got a task to do, it’s better to do it than live with the fear of it.”
Today, let’s talk about an author who is brutally realistic in his portrayal of man’s depravity. Even his “good” guys are dark angels, with a few exceptions.
His style is gripping and fast paced. Don’t expect a slow, Tolkien-esc epic. These stories MOVE. And I love it. Don’t get me wrong, The Lord of The Rings trilogy was my introduction to fantasy writing, and they are still the Continue reading “Red Pill Authors: Hack n’ Slash”
Awhile back, I wrote about the Nice Guy and why we need to avoid being the mealy, girly man who sucks up to women, and lose their interest as a result. Today, I am going to talk about the other side of the spectrum, the “Bad Boy”, and why this is not ideal either. Continue reading “Become a Good Man, and not a Bad Boy”
A young mother, desperate to save her son from death, hides him until he is old enough to survive a limited time without her. She takes him to a river and places him in a basket, and sets it free in the water.
What would cause a mother to do this, to seemingly abandon her infant to the whims of nature? What desperation drove this woman? How did she some to this point?
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All great events hang by a hair. The man of ability takes advantage of everything and neglects nothing that can give him a chance of success; whilst the less able man sometimes loses everything by neglecting a single one of those chances.
After his campaigns in Italy and Egypt, Napoleon heard of France’s series of defeats at the hands of the Continue reading “Corsican Commander: Part 2”
Background of Chaos
May 5th, 1789
“What is the Third Estate? Everything. What has it been until now in the political order? Nothing. What does it want to be? Something.”
The Third Estate represented 95% of the French population and was made up of lawyers, local officials, tradesmen, or land owners. The Third Estate had born the tax burden without equal representation in the governance of Continue reading “Corsican Commander”
Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me.
The Sith code. All about strength and order through that strength. Let’s break it down, shall we?
I am an avid student of history. I love trying to get inside the minds of people in the past and try to understand why they do what they do and I love to draw the parallels to today and try to learn from it. The old saying “Those who do not learn history are doomed to repeat it” is true. If you don’t learn from other’s mistakes, you will just have to learn from your own.
The Great Man Theory
The “Great Man” school of history is this: history can be largely explained by the impact of great men, or heroes; highly influential individuals who, due to either their personal charisma, intelligence, wisdom, or political skill Continue reading “Great Men of History”
Can modern communities do without great men? Can they dispense with hero-worship? Can they provide a larger wisdom, a nobler sentiment, a more vigorous action, by collective processes, than were ever got from the Titans? Can nations remain healthy, can all nations draw together, in a world whose brightest stars are film stars and whose gods are sitting in the gallery? . . . There is a sense of vacancy and of fatuity, of incompleteness. We miss our giants. We are sorry that their age is past. . . .We mourn the towering grandeur which surrounded and cheered our long painful ascent. Ah! If we could only find some new enormous berg rising towards the heavens as high above our plateau as those old mountains down below rose above the plains and marshes!
– Winston Churchill