Why veganism is a religion


Lately, I’ve been bombarded with vegan messages and comments all around. It is sometimes impressive how the weak, bony individuals that subscribe to this set of beliefs can be so loud and aggressive in promoting their ideology and way of life. It seems a lot, if not exactly, as high religious fervor, and that is why I have come to the conclusion that veganism is the new religion of the weak atheist, and I will explain why.


1 They reject other religious beliefs as wrong

Contrary to agnostics, or people who simply don’t care, atheists, but especially those as vocal as activist vegans, reject all kinds of religious belief as wrong. Any belief in the supernatural or in a being that acts outside the realm of the physical universe is dismissed as impossible, irrational, and archaic without second consideration. Just like adherents of other religions they believe they hold the universal truth to the mysteries not only of this life but of what lies about it (nothing in their opinion). And just like other religions they use their own set of writing to prove their point, even if their set of writings is outdated or is not within the scope of the topic being discussed (the scientific method cannot be used to prove or disprove the existence of God).

2 They set up a new god

Some atheists stop, at least in practice, with the denial of the existence of God and then go on with their lives. Not so with vegans. Like Christians changing the concept of Jehova into a Trinity, and the Muslims changing it all for Allah, or like ancient people creating the likes of Zeus, or any other deity, vegans set up a new all powerful being who has the future of the world in their hands and is responsible to care for creation (or whatever they call it), themselves. What puzzles me is that some of them claim that declaring that God created humans as superior is arrogant without realizing the arrogance of considering themselves as the ultimate product of evolution superior to everyone else and in charge of caring for Mother Nature.

They have a strict code of rules and rituals

Now this new god has an appetite for sacrifices and rituals, just like any other. I would not believe anyone who says that giving up meat is not a sacrifice. But the way vegans enforce their rule of animals-are-just-like-people-but-need-people-to-protect-them (very similar to the feminist idea of women-are-equal-to-men-but-need-men-to-enforce-that-equality) is not unlike the way Jews or a Muslims enforce their dietary restrictions. If you have ever cooked dinner and a vegan happened to come by (I wouldn’t think you would invite them on purpose) you know that they can go as far as digging in your trash, reading the labels of anything you used, ask for every single ingredient and then “politely” decline your dinner. No matter that the animal used to provide their food has “suffered” just the same and instead of someone making good use of it, just throwing it to the trash.

4 They believe their morality is superior to everyone else’s

According to vegans if you eat meat, drink milk, or anything of the like, you are an morally corrupt, soulless person. They alone, as the true practitioners of real empathy, are the ones authorized to approve or disapprove of animal treatment, and anything that doesn’t make them feel quite comfortable is dismissed as immoral and inhumane. Their morality is so superior that they know how your conscience looks better than yourself (read the last sentence).

5 They constantly preach against the evil of the “infidels” and try to get new converts

Finally they are always boasting about their way of life and trying to convince other people to start doing the same. Going back to having a vegan come over for dinner (an experience I don’t wish to anyone), not content enough with rejecting your food, they don’t allow anyone else enjoy their dinner by explaining how evil meat, or cheese, or eggs are while everybody else is trying to eat. They organize street demonstrations against the evilness of eating meat not unlike those of religious groups against abortion. And they even get violent or use aggressive messages like rioting muslims in Egypt.


In conclusion, veganism seems to me to be a filler for the need for religion of some people that have decided they don’t want another God and judge of moral character than themselves. The biggest difference between veganism and other religions is that according to its own ideology my decision to become a vegan or not has no consequence on my afterlife, so I really don’t have anything to worry about (for now, I’m not sure I trust the idiocy of PC, vote whoring politicians).


Gaming history in my family

In my last trip home I learned something very interesting, which made me think why neither my grandpa nor my dad had ever taught me this before. Could it be that it’s becoming too politically incorrect? Maybe they didn’t think about it when doing it and thus never internalized it or realized it could be a valuable lesson. Or maybe in their time things were different (in my country feminism was marginal at best until the late 1980’s or early 1990’s) and they don’t see the importance. But most probably is that my mom, and my grandpa’s wife both start saying how wrong it is and that I should never do it. No matter that it worked on them and they ended up having very solid marriages. What am I speaking about? Well at different points during my visit I learned about my grandpa and my dad using aspects of game and the influence it had on my mom and my grandpa’s wife despite their telling me I should never do that to a girl.

First of to my grandpa. My grandma died when my mom was still young and I understand he had quite a fun bachelor life during what would have been his late 40’s until his 60’s. He re-married after all his children had married and moved out of his house. Now the interesting information came when having dinner and my grandpa’s wife (I think about 15 years younger than him) started telling stories of when they were going out. One such story started with the fact that she knew from her friends that my grandpa went out with several women, which increased her interest. One day, she called my grandpa pretending to be another woman trying to go on a date with him. My grandpa didn’t flinch and agreed to going on the date with this other woman. When confronted about it my grandpa just laughed. What happened afterwards? Did she broke up on him? No, she married him. I realized that my grandpa didn’t have oneitis and that the lure of catching a high value man made his future wife even more interested in him. I guess that dating in your 60’s (or 40’s-50’s for her) is not so much about the alpha sex but the high value of my grandpa and the fact that other women were interested in him and that he had options was still very important.

A few days later while in the car with my dad I learned why he gave my mom the nickname he has always called her. Apparently when they met he gave her the nickname and told her that that was the nickname he gave all his girlfriends so he wouldn’t call them the wrong name. I don’t know if he actually had all this other girlfriends or was just messing with my mom, but, again, it worked.

In the first case it was my grandpa’s wife telling the story while laughing and telling me how bad my grandpa was. In the second case my mom started laughing and told me never to do this. A few months ago I would have listened to their words, but both their laugh and the fact that they ended up with them now speaks much louder to me. I just wish they would share more of their game tricks with me.

The son of a Musketeer unplugging

I know i’ve been gone for a while. It was not my intention and though I have a good explanation for it I’m not here to make excuses. I will just try to avoid this from happening again (I’ll try to post at least once a week)

So without any more BS, I will jump to what I wanted to write. I am a big reader, I have always a book, or two that I’m reading in a wide range of topics and styles. Sometimes I find gems like the one I want to share with you. It’s in my version of The Man in the Iron Mask. I think it is the 3d volume of the last part of the Three Musketeers Saga and when it is divided in 4 volumes it would be under Luise de La Valliere (I’m not sure, but that’s what I found). Anyway, the passage seems to reveal the Red Pill moment (I still have to read what comes after) of Raoul de Bragelonne, the son of one of the Musketeers (Athos) after discovering that Louise whom to he had been engaged has given him up for the King Luis XIV (simply a higher status, bad boy) I would like to make some comments on the text, but I think it is better to leave it alone and let everyone make their own conclusions:

… Besides, what has life hithero, been for me? A cold and sterile plain on which I have continually fought for others, but never for myself. At one time, for a king; at another for a woman. The king has betrayed me; the woman has treated me with disdain. Shall I not make all women do penance for the crime of one? And to accomplish this, what is necessary? Simply to be young, handsome, strong, brave, and rich. Already some of these attributes are mine; in time I shall possess them all…

The stain which has been imprinted on me by that woman, the sorrow with which she has torn my heart — the heart of Raoul, the companion of her childhood — casts no stigma upon Monsieur de Bragelonne, the gallant officer who, at the first opportunity, will not fail to cover himself with glory, and who will become a hundred times of more importance than Mademoiselle de la Valliere, the king’s mistress; for the king will never marry her, and the more publicly he proclaims her his mistress, the heavier will become the coronet of shame which she wears on her head in place of a crown; and in proportion as she is despised by others, as I myself despise her, so shall I become an object for adulation and a winner of renown….

The NFL strikes again, gun control edition

By now it is evident that I am a big NFL fan. But I watch it for the game, not to get political comments, especially when I’m watching a late night game that means I’m going to bed at around 5:00 am. So of course I was pissed when during halftime a commentator started speaking about guns.

To put it all in context, this game was just a few days after the murder by and eventual suicide of an NFL player. Of course these are things you wish never happened, but what is sickening is to use this single case together with the relevance and national reach of the NFL to make it into a rant about gun control. Of course this rant earned praises throughout liberal media (which I will not link) willing to make gun control a hot issue again and continue to take liberties away from people.

As a non-american living in Europe I am probably the only person I know in my social circle to be agains gun control, and it is always a struggle to explain my position (maybe I should follow this advice, but it is something I strongly feel about and sometimes find myself defending the Second Amendment to people that wouldn’t even appreciate it). So it doesn’t help when “even Americans are realizing the danger of no gun control.”

The problem is that the upside of gun ownership is seldom in the news, or at least in such long-reaching news. Whenever someone manages to defend their home it barely gets out, the defendant is mocked (thought he is a 91 year old veteran), or they are charged with murder. Never mind that some people have given their lives to defend their homes from powerful drug cartels just south of the border (this last one is in Spanish but maybe you can understand it).

In Europe people don’t seem to understand that a man has the right to defend his home and his loved ones. They always tell me “that’s what the police is for.” They don’t seem to understand that police is usually there AFTER a crime has been committed they are not there to protect you before. Are Americans really so willing to give this right up? I used to look at the US as a country where people were really free, but this perception seems to diminish every time I read, listen, or watch news from the liberal media and then read comments supporting all kind of freedom restriction in the name of a supposed superior morality leftists seem to believe they have.

Meanwhile in the UK

Just across the canal, it seems that having strong political views equals racism.




As a non-white immigrant with strong political views this perplexes me and at the same time angers me beyond words.

Ruth and churchianism

Yesterday I went to church (Whoa! he goes to church, yes, yes I do, leave your comments below). I attend a small, english-speaking congregation in a country where english is not the main language. This means, for example, that we don’t have a fixed pastor of minister, but instead a rotation of local ministers with heavy accents and varied theological positions. I appreciate that because it makes me think about the message more deeply in light of what I know.

Yesterday’s sermon was on Ruth (if you don’t know the whole story, it’s quite short, you can read it here). Basically there’s this family that moves out of Israel, the sons get married to foreigners, the father and the sons die, and the mother goes back to Isreal together with one of her daughters in law. Back in Israel the daughter in law, Ruth, sets out to take care of her mother in law and in doing so finds out a man to take her as a wife and “redeem” her and the name of her family.

So far, so good. Now, picture me, sitting in church, listening to the sermon. I must say it’s not the same going to church after opening oneself to the reality of feminism (post red pill). I knew the story pretty well, and in general the ministers we have are not so aligned with traditional “churchianism” so I wan’t prepared for what was to come. At some point the pastor starts telling how Boaz (the guy who marries Ruth after she comes to Israel) is a good example of a husband. No problem with that. But from there he started going in the direction of Christ as a husband, and I knew where he was going. No more than two minutes later he was adressin “all the men in this room, to treat your wives like they deserve, up to the point of giving your life for them” and so on and so forth. Maybe it was not as bad as Dalrock puts it here but it was dangerously close.

Given my experience in this congregation I was expecting a similar work to the women. How they should be like Ruth, diligent, submissive and willing to obey. After all, Ruth was not a career obsessed woman, nor was she riding the carousel (too many posts to link but you know what I’m speaking about). The way she came to get a husband is of course out of the time, but I expected some word to women on how they should be obedient, or submissive, or let the men take the lead. None of that. Instead just a long exhortation to men to take care, provide, and protect all females in their lives (the minister mentioned daughers, wives, girlfriends, but also friends and colleagues) without a single word for women to respect those men. I guess after all, feminism within the church is very advanced even in more conservative congregations, more than I would have thought before.

The Matrix in sports and men’s conditioning

I am a big fan of football. Even though I live in europe and when I say football most people think about soccer, and try to correct me, for me football is usually American football. Unfortunately being on the other side of the pond I rarely can see the matches live. Instead I go to the NFL webpage and watch highlights.

Lately, every time I want to watch a highlight I see a commercial from a jewelry ,Kay I think, showing that if you ever want to receive a kiss you need to be spending money buying some some gold, or whatever, to your girlfriend/wife. Dalrock had already posted about the invasion of feminism into the NFL, but as a recent discoverer of the Matrix it still surprises me that when you are trying to see why your favorite team lost so badly you are bombarded worse than Israel under rocket fire with messages about how you better make up for this moment of egoism if you ever want to get the intimacy of your lady back.

This is not a new theme, I have seen it in other sports, usually the commercial goes like this: you are watching your favorite team, your girlfriend/wife starts complaining, eventually she gets mad, and you have to “make up for it” by buying whatever product/service/vacation plan is being announced. Sometimes it’s a bit more subtle like the commercials about jewelry in videos whose viewers are mainly male.

As a previously blind man who only recently started seeing I don’t feel I have the wisdom to discuss this topic as deeply as more experienced writers would, but it doesn’t mean I’m not amazed when I see the Matrix all around me, even in sports, and I wonder how many guys fall for this because they believe that it is the only way a girl will ever like them. But I think I understand how many of them would think so because of a story from my childhood:

I was ten or eleven years old, and there was a girl 8 or 9 that was my “girlfriend”. What did this mean? I have no idea, but I remember I enjoyed being with this girl because she treated me different than all the other boys, though I hated the fact that she called me the Spanish equivalent of “hubby”. I had never done anything for this girl, but when my mom found out about her, she started buying little presents for her that I was supposed to give to her when I say her. Of course all the moms involved in the activity I met this girl from (Bible study, btw) thought it was super cute (probably aided by the fact that this made highly embarrassed) and kept pushing for us to be together. The girl maybe had a better idea than I about what was happening but probably not too much. However, when I look back at this time in my life I see how we both, but specially me, got conditioned to believe that jewels and gifts bought a woman’s attention (though when I think about it initially I had done nothing of the sort), and it took another fifteen or so years to finally get rid of this conditioning (update, for more on conditioning by moms check out this great post by the Private Man I just found).

Will a gay man marry your girlfriend?

It seems WordPress does not support videos from this website, but you can check it here:

Gay Men Will Marry Your Girlfriends

This is a post I have been popping up in facebook from a wide variety of friends, from east to west, from north to south (though all fairly westernized). I don’t think it’s necessary to stress how beta this behavior would be and how it can affect men. After seeing this it doesn’t surprise me that everyday it’s harder to tell apart a gay man from a straight one (I’m speaking to you hipsters). I would leave the deeper analysis of the issue to more experienced ones such as Rollo or Roosh.

What shocked me, though was the amount of guys that promote, like, or comment the video as if it held some kind of truth. No! I should not learn to make a mother fucking quiche! And honestly, I’ve never met a girl who thought it was important for her man to know the difference between hummus and whatever the other thing was. But what’s more important, who wants to be the shoulder a girl complains to? You want to be the guy she complains about, and it surprises me that many of these guys having been on the receiving end of girl verbal gangbang without getting any real action still think it is the right strategy and will try it again with the next girl. And the worst part, when I’ve tried addressing this situation with some friends they are so conditioned that they might even get some sort of reassurance by telling themselves that this means they are somehow better than the guy the girl is complaining about. I used to be like that, but I sure wish more men would see the light: even if gay men will marry your girlfriends it might mean more free women for you.

Why I am here

Writing a blog is a lot like cooking for me. Sometimes the fridge is full and you just start taking the ingredients and put them together. Other times the fridge is empty and you cannot do much even if you’re full of ideas. This time I’m in the second case. I have a lot of ideas about where I want to go, but I lack material. So the next thing to do is go shopping.

Since starting a blog is probably the most difficult part, and the kind of blog I intend to run here might become random at times I wanted to provide a small introduction about me and what compels me to start writing.

My name is not important. I don’t pretend to be anonymous and if people that know me stumble upon it I don’t think it will not be difficult for them to add 2+2, especially if they live in the same city as I do. If I don’t do this is under my name is because I have a mom that worries a lot, and I want to avoid the constant teary calls (I’m not kidding it has happened before). What do you need to know about me? Well, I’m an immigrant from Latin America, living in the north of Europe. I’m short, about 1.70 m which is very short in these latitudes. I’m comparatively dark skinned with dark hair and dark eyes in a sea of white, blonde, blue-eyed people. This to say that I don’t hink of myself as particularly attractive, especially among this crowd (you can try to blame this on many issues, I don’t stop to think about it, I just wanted to give an image of myself). I’m in the second half of my twenties.  I just finished studying here and I’ve decided to stay and try my luck on finding a job this side of the ocean. I was thinking about moving to the US but the recent election results have made me reconsider.

As to what makes me start a blog? That’s a good question. I was enrolled at the late University of Man (not even posting a link here because it takes you nowhere, besides what could be said has been said already), when it disappeared. It was through this site and Dalrock that I first fed solid food about the reality regarding women. I had previously been fed some small drops here and there by a friend who probably has never set eye in this corner of the interwebz. In political and economical issues I was more or less raised with the red pill, so I consider this my completion. I started reading and it all started to make sense, but still I did not bring myself to action. I tried to discuss about my new discovery with my brother and some friends only to be told that I was going wrong and on dangerous moral ground, but no matter how hard I argued in favor, I could not bring myself into action.

By now you can imagine my situation. I am what some people would consider a beta. A true alpha would probably not need this because he would be accountable only to himself, but for me this blog is my way of making myself accountable in my quest to improving myself as a man while I study life as it goes around it. Eventually this will be a blog with posts ranging from my interaction with women to other personal achievements, to comments about daily news all with complete disregard to what is politically correct, sparing no one’s feelings if doing so goes against truth.