Iron Mike Mindset

“I’ll fight anybody my trainer puts me in with because I’m confident I can beat any fighter in the world.” – Mike Tyson

Mike Tyson is not only the baddest man on the planet, he is also one of the smartest.

Most people see Mike as an idiotic barbarian but those people are unwashed, half-baked assholes.

His knowledge on history and spirituality is incredibly impressive. His street smarts are unparalleled. But today I want to talk about PERSEVERING. And use Mike Tyson’s words as a way to make my point.

We should all aspire to be like the best qualities of Mike Tyson.

Aggressiveness. Brutality. Compassion. Faithfulness to God. Humility in old age.

Sounds like the perfect man to me.

“As long as we persevere and endure, we can get anything we want.” – Mike Tyson

When Mike Tyson grew up, he had nothing. He was a broke ass street bum who hustled and assaulted his way into opportunity. He came from the shits, his mother was a hooker and he was a booze fiend that was most likely gonna end up shot in the NY streets.

All he knew was fighting. But he didn’t even know he could box. That is until he met famed boxing trainer Cus D’Amato who convinced him to do so at a young age after which he adopted him, seeing the raw talent this random street kid had impressed him so much that he was determined to create a champion out of him. The spirit of the warrior was already in his soul.

Besides being a genetic freak, his work ethic was remarkable. He once broke his back during fight camp because he did 2,000 fucking sit ups. Yeah.

“This championship, this was the stuff I dreamt of all my life, and I wasn’t gonna be denied.” – Mike Tyson

Mike Tyson went after his goals like a motherfucking hitman with a ticking clock. He wanted it and he wanted it fast, and he did it. Fast.

Youngest world champ in boxing history.

Made huge amounts of money.

Shattered box office records.

Had a harem of women.

That street kid went from zero to hero.

“That’s what people respect, the fact that I wasn’t a chump that laid on his back and gave up.” – Mike Tyson

Cus D’Amato told Mike Tyson all the time that his destiny was to rule the world until Mike believed it fully.

And then when he did, there was no stopping him.

Believe in yourself and go devour the world.

That’s what I wanna do.

What Would Ric Flair Do?

Whenever I face a major dilemma I ask myself one thing..

What. Would. Ric. Flair. Do?

For example, a woman wants you to settle down and commit, forcing you to leave the rock n’ roll lifestyle behind.

What would Ric Flair do?

He would tell her to hit the road and then visit the nearest bar, drink ten martinis and have some groupie ride Space Mountain.

Wooo!

What if I need to go out and take care of some business and need new clothes for the occasion? Should I buy safe, cheap, trendy outfits?

No. Ric Flair would be buying a bitchin’ custom made suit that costs more than your house.

Wooo!

What if someone tells me I need to give up on my dreams and live the normal life like everyone else?

Did Ric Flair give up on his dream wrestling career when doctors told him he could never wrestle again after breaking his fucking back in a plane crash?

NO. He kept on wrestling for the next 30+ years!

WOOOOOOO!

Be like Ric Flair.

No explanation needed.

Forgive Yourself

One of the worst feelings in the world is when you make a major mistake you know you shouldn’t have made.

That shit stings in the bottom of your soul. The disappointment in yourself can be devastating.

You tell yourself “how can someone so smart do something this fucking dumb?”

It’s a valid question.

But the answer doesn’t really matter.

What’s done is done. No need to beat yourself up over it for the next five months. It’s over.

Just keep moving forward and do what’s right to avoid making the same mistake again.

Forgive yourself.

The world doesn’t need you in self-hate mode for one dumb screw up.

Forgive. Even though God knows how hard that can be..

To Live Is To Die

The moment you no longer fear death, is the moment you can finally start living.

Death is nothing more than a slowly ticking clock that paces itself according to your choices and behavior in life.

Death is how you leave your mark in this world, no one is truly remembered until they die. It’s how you seal the letter of life.

We should thank the deity of death for reminding us to not waste a second and do our thing while we still can.

It’s not the act of perishing that really scares us, it’s going away too soon.

50 Cent said “Death gotta be easy, cuz life is hard”

That’s one of the realest lines ever put on wax.

Live well so you can die happy because you are gonna turn to dust anyway like it or not.

No Luciferian technocrat will ever change that. It’s inevitable. It’s God’s plan.

There is no escaping death. It’s the true benchmark of equality. Death doesn’t discriminate.

It’s not sexy but it needs to said.

Samael awaits.

The Importance of Friendship

“Friends! How many of us have them?”

Every wolf needs a pack.

Sure, some do alright on their own but I wouldn’t say that it’s ideal. We need allies. Reliable people by our side.

Friends.

We need those like-minded people that can keep up with our crazy bullshit and ambitions as riders. 

I used to think it was best to go through life as a lone wolf, but that’s because I never met anyone that really got my lifestyle or what I do. I tried to put puzzle pieces where they didn’t fit.

When I finally met some glorious bastards that could hold their own with an eccentric barbarian like me, it was a match made in Heaven.

We learned from each other. We taught each other. We trained with each other. We laughed with each other. We made the bitter pill of life taste a whole lot sweeter. Together.

If you can find an awesome motherfucker that treats you with respect, doesn’t bullshit you and appreciates your presence.. make sure to hold on to that someone until given a reason to do otherwise.

Kings dine together. 

Social Media Is The New Cocaine

Why are people so addicted to social media?

What is it about flexing for strangers that don’t give a flying fuck about us that makes us so happy?

We are surrounded by people all around us yet the only form of communication that gets us hard is a reply to our story post.

I miss the days when people got addicted to cool stuff like heroin.

Our world is so fucked up that we find solace by getting virtual rimjobs in the comment section by people who pretend to like us when in fact they haven’t even bothered to genuinely check up on you in years. Hell, some of them never met you but they still keep wrapping their lips around your e-cock just as long as you give them a reach-around in the form of a follow.

If you wanna get a social media user to ejaculate via digital flattery, here are a few generic templates to make them think you like em!

“omg u r on point sis! lmao so jel”

(Shut up, your “friend” looks like a hippo and you only want a like back.)

“my homie jacked and sexy af! Luv u bro”

(Fuck you, you never speak to me outside of Instagram.)

“i missed u we gotta meet soon”

(Okay, nice optics but we all know you are just looking for attention because you are mad at your skinny boyfriend for going limp last night and ya wanna make him mad)

Ugh, why am I upset though? I’m a part of the problem just like everyone else, I utilize these Satanic platforms too.

Social media rehab centers are becoming a trend among NY liberals for a reason.

I am gonna stick to AAS, weed and unsafe intercourse (kidding..) as my drugs of choice for now, you should too.

Pussy Kills

This is a story all about how young fresh pussy almost got a lad taken down and thrown into the gutter by one bloodlusted motherfucker.

What do you get when you combine good looking broads with big tits, insecure teens and unstable savages with no regard to their own safety or others?

You get trouble.

Relationships are kinda rough nowadays. Young men got girlfriends being thots on social media, gaining lots of followers with horndogs sending cock pics to them, Indians blowing up the comment section and etc. You know the gimmick.

And then you have the boyfriends. An average Joe with minimal followers, no respect, nothing real to offer besides being an emotional tampon with basically no value in this modern life.. their only accomplishment is the hot piece of ass they miraculously got on their little arm. Their only ticket to success is a bitch that doesn’t even show their ugly mustached face on the gram.

What happens when a young boy who ain’t shit and bases his entire social value on the pussy he desperately tries to hold down starts to lose control?

He does some crazy fucking shit. He gets angry. He gets insecure. He will do anything he can to hold on to the power that is slipping away between his fingers.

In our story, there is a man in the exact same type of relationship who is about to make a massive mistake.

As part of his quest for clout and vag, he pisses off the wrong man.

You see, the kid figured that flexing his nonexistent muscles on whoever hits his girl up will get him brownie points. He assumed his homies will gas him up and that “his” bitch is gonna drop to her knees with extreme moisture. But he made a nearly fatal mistake.

He tried stunting on the wrong man. He chose to threaten, insult and berate a very problematic figure in the little hood of he lives in. An infamous resident of the city among those who were unfortunate enough to witness him do his thing. On the surface, a seemingly harmless individual. He walks the streets with his big glasses and grey hoodie, usually just sitting with his homies at night shooting the shit. Not the type you expect to give you trouble.. until you provoke him.

You see, the man he fucked with was a very troubled man indeed. Growing up his entire life with violent tendencies, drug addictions and a shady reputation that will scare any moral person away. Our insecure teen didn’t know any of this when he put him on blast over IG and called him a loser and told him his mom was a whore.

He awoke a monster. You see, this shady illusive dude finally found what he was waiting for. A challenger. A target. He spends his nights dreaming of inflicting pain on those who disrespect him. He fought martial artists and injured himself in Gyms just for this moment. He heard his name being dragged through the mud and decided he was about to end the mans life. He didn’t know anything about the kid except that he was about to kill him. He annoyed the wrong man at the wrong time. A man with nothing to lose known for his hot temper.

And just like that, a young man was about to die. All because he was trying to impress this hoe that he was scared would leave him and doesn’t give a shit about him. All for his fake homies online.

Threw his entire future into the trash because he said the wrong thing to a crazed man who he pushed too far.

The man told him to pull up and that he was about to get smoke.

It was all seemingly over.

Only that the young fool lived, he lived because he refused to show up and fight this man. Deciding that discretion is the better part of valor. He also lived because that deranged man later decided that he won’t take away a life because of some attention whoring cunt. He sobered up once the lil dude pussied out on him. He realized he was about to go to jail over some horny teenager just desperately trying to impress some slut.

I wasn’t gonna continue the cycle of young men getting murdered over flat asses and lush pussy.

That deranged man that was about to plunge a knife deep into his guts over this bullshit was me.

Don’t get yourself killed over a woman that will forget you in six weeks from now, not everyone are like me. Too many men laying bloody in the streets for this shit.