Why I've Had Enough Red Pills

I wrote a long piece about the core doctrines of the Red Pill. Crafted it over many days when I should have been doing something more useful. I’m not going to post it. I don’t understand the predicament of the men who find the Red Pill a solace. I’m a born bachelor with the attention span of a five year-old, an ACoA with a drinking problem, and an addict who managed to stay away from drugs because I knew that stuff would kill me. Somewhere in all that emotional chaos and pain I knew that nobody else could help me feel better. It took me a long time to find AA and many years later to understand that my exercise + work + culture life was not instead-of but actually-it. What can I tell you, I’m an engineer / logician not a guru / psychologist.

Sometimes I discover what I believe by contrast with other beliefs. The core ideas of the Red Pill are built on the pseudo-science of evolutionary psychology, can be read as normalising a wide range of dysfunctional behaviour, and produce a cultural-conspiracy theory that mirrors the Feminist conspiracy of the Patriarchy. I’m a Brit: I don’t do totalising ideologies, I do cock-ups, follow-the-money, and logic-of-the-situation.

So in my book, it doesn’t matter why someone behaves badly. It only matters that they do. If there are significant attendant benefits, I may tolerate the bad behaviour. If I don’t want to be around it, I walk away.

Walking away has to be legal and affordable. Always. Never have anything in your life that you can't walk out on in thirty seconds flat, if you spot the heat coming around the corner. Make an exception for the time it takes to find another job before quitting the one you’re in. The point is: you can quit your job, usually with a minimal cost, even though it takes time. Married men and Baby-Daddies can’t walk out, except at high cost.

Why did I read the Red Pill for so long? I went there because I wanted to understand why my only long-term relationship turned into a sexless habit, why she behaved they way she did, and why it had to be me who broke it up. I found those answers, though it took me a while to translate them from the original evo-psycho. I stayed out of habit, and because some of the gurus say things I agree with. But lately…

I’m a bachelor. Born that way. Never was going to do domestic relationships. Bachelors like women, but the same way they like city weekends and beach holidays: it’s a nice break, but it’s not when we pay the bills and live our lives. The Red Pill guys, and even the MGTOWs, regard life without women as less-than. Not an attitude I share. I really don’t.

St Paul was right when he said that we should live to please God, but that a married man has to please his wife. I’d rather do the secular equivalent of pleasing God: work and pay taxes to discharge my economic and social obligations, exercise, eat right, don’t spend money I don’t have buying things I don’t need to impress people I don’t like, and otherwise, do as I please as long as it’s legal. You don’t have to want to live my life, only I do.

Stay Away From the Freakshow

Dog bites man is not news: man bites dog is.

That defines news-as-freak show.

Right-wing freaks tend to be scary. They have short hair and boots. Or they are big and fat and coarse. They have very firm beliefs about who this country belongs to and express those beliefs in simple, Anglo-Saxon, terms. Even if they are suave, they come across as harsh and unsympathetic. It is very difficult to express right-wing ideas in a way that gains public support.

Left wing freaks are more friendly. They are victims. They are often female. If male, they are soft and squidgy. They want to give shelter and welfare to everyone. They want Equality. They want to be nice to people from other countries they have never met and will never live near. They look helpless and sympathetic in photographs, and better still, some of them look sexy. They REALLY BELIEVE. They are sincere. And somehow they aren’t threatening. They espouse beliefs that many of us think we should have if we were Good People.

So the left-wing freaks get the media coverage.

So people with real political agendas, with real consequences for taxation and quality of life, use the left-wing freaks to front their message. Someone organises those marches. Someone decides who gets hit by #MeToo. Someone chooses the targets for the SJW Twitter Army. Someone arranges the caravans from South America through Mexico. It’s not the same someone, and those different someones might not know each other. Someone else, many someone else’s, fund them. For reasons best known to themselves.

The same way that certain activist groups look around their communities for men who are psychiatrically-troubled and can be manipulated into driving a truck along the promenade at Nice. Or blowing themselves up in a nightclub. The activists can hide behind the man’s mental illness. The Police will go no further. MI5 will, but the public won’t see that, so the commentators say nothing is being done.

The point is, the mentally-ill truck driver and the left-wing marching protestors are fronts. Useful idiots. The issues the useful idiots promote aren’t the real issues, but are there to achieve other ends.

The freak-show isn’t real. What’s real is what’s behind the freak-show. If there is anything behind it except mislead, deluded rich people donating money to a cause that only exists to provide its organisers with salaries and grants. Sometimes, that’s all there is: a bunch of charities and activist groups whose first purpose is fundraising so they can meet the payroll.

Stop paying attention to the media coverage of the freaks, or of the latest faded forty-something to take down a man who got rich by luck, and is now going to be less rich because he’s dumb as rocks about women, or of the latest outrage faked up by a charity that has a big grant up for renewal.

You’re smart, you’re media-savvy. You know when it’s fake.

It’s all fake. Right now. Even more than it ever was. Lord Rothermere said it, Randolph Hearst said it: the news is what somebody doesn’t want the public to know, all the rest is advertising. Editors know this, and all they publish is advertising. Do you really think scandals about MPs’ expenses and rich people’s tax arrangements are news? These are stories that suit the Liberal-Elite Narrative. Advertising for Good Think.

Read a good book. Watch a black-and-white movie. Take a walk. Clean your kitchen.

You’re not disengaging.

Because you never were engaged in the first place.

Not through the media.

Wise Words Hard To Live By

Whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is gracious, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.

Rather than crazy people, ugly people, second- and third-rate pop culture, why there are so many Quisling politicians who want to sell the English people into slavery to Brussels in return for avoiding some customs forms, why and how the so-called 'liberal elites' hate ordinary people, and all that other stuff. Put the headphones on, take out a book or an iPad with a keyboard and shut out the world.

Sunset in November 2018 over my Air Park.

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