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.