We <3 Violence

“Sometimes, periodically I struggle with the possibility I could hurt somebody. That sometimes it’s orgasmic. What does it mean when fighting gets you erect, what does that mean?” -Mike Tyson

Why do us men crave and relish the experience of war? What is it about bloody fists and black eyes that secretly gives us a swift injection of joy? If we knew, we could never explain it due to the possibility of being looked at as maniacs. Do we even know?

Sure, some might trace it to our evolutionary needs. We survived and thrived as a species by kicking dinosaur ass and when we replicate the experience our tiny brain feels good knowing we live to fight another day and didn’t get eaten so we can carry on our genes and make babies. Yay?

I don’t think that’s it. Maybe that’s the late night beer talking. I mean, it is IT. But there’s more.

Maybe it’s sadism? Maybe all men are oddball freaks that have a weird hidden fetish for destruction?

Nah, joking. I don’t live in California and I ain’t gay.

Maybe it’s just a rebellious thing. Society wants us neutered and lame so we literally fight back by engaging in extreme acts of whoop ass to own the pozzed deep state that runs this soft gynocentric world.

I don’t fucking know. Chalk it up to hidden alien probe programming for all I care. All I know is every man needs to experience violence to feel fulfilled. Whether it’s simulated, friendly, murderous, video game driven.. pick your poison.

We are men. We love to fight.

This has been drunk writing with Red Beard. Fuck off.

Pretend You Can’t See Her

It’s another night of unrest. Another night of playing this inter-gender game of chess called romance. You flip and turn restlessly thinking about whether or not you made the right play.

You tell yourself that it’s no big deal if you lose her because there will be always be more women. It’s true. But it’s not her.. you wanna eat every fruit in the bowl and that one slipped from your grip.

The missed potential is burned in the back of your mind and phantom pain creeps in every once in a while to send shockwaves through your testicles.

In a perfect world, there would be no games. You tell her you want to spend your lives together. Or maybe you tell her she’s beautiful and charming but you can’t commit and just want to keep things casual. And she would accept it for what it is. No ego. No being left on read or loss of attraction to worry about. Just taking things at face value.

You could tell her in detail about how you wish to cuddle with her during those cold winter nights with a hand between her thighs and her face resting on your broad chest.

Her smiling satisfied face covered in your semen and your itchy beard drenched in her lady juice. You’re both in love. For the rest of your lives. For the night. Whatever.

But it ain’t a perfect world. Instead we fuck around.. we time our DM responses so we don’t seem needy. We tease, mock and refuse to answer anything honestly because we are afraid of being hurt. No one wants to admit how badly they want each other.

I still think about that canceled wine date with….

I still think about that alternative chick I could have vibed to Nirvana with after I blow her back out….

I still think about the crazy girl that sent me nudes that I never got to meet up because I pissed her off….

I still think about that girl I message here and there but can’t find the nutsack to be upfront with….

So I just pretend I don’t see her. Pretend I don’t miss her.

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.

Bulls, Balls, Perspective

An old bull and a young bull are on a hillside overlooking the herd below.

The young bull says, “Lets you and I run down this hill and fuck one of them cows.”

Old bull responded, “Lets walk down and fuck them all.”

Besides being an incredibly colorful and somewhat amusing tale, what’s the point of that anecdote?

It demonstrates mentality and perspective.

The bull that’s young, dumb and full of rum thinks with his dong and is looking for a quick release. He wants to bolt down there with the old homie and bang some cow coochie for a minute before blowing his load.

Old bull has been around the block and knows better. He knows there is no reason to rush those udders. He walks in his own pace because he knows patience is a virtue and by the time he warms up slowly walking down the hill, he would be in the best position to fuck whichever cow hoe he wants.

So now that I made the story even more obvious..

What can you learn from this post?

As the grizzled wrestling vets say..

SLOW. DOWN. YOU. ARE. WORKING. TOO. FAST.

No need to rush those dates or real estate deals or worry about not having 100k at the age of 20.

You can’t dash through life like The Flash and search for the easiest fix just because it’s there. You gotta take it SLOW, be clever and position yourself intelligently on the chess board of life.

I think that makes sense, yeah..

Take your fucking time and do things in a responsible and smart manner. By the time you finish your walk through life, you will be able to fuck any cow you want.

DISCLAIMER: THIS POST DOES NOT ENCOURAGE FORNICATION WITH COWS. MOO.

As We Move Towards New World Order

As the moon shines down on me and I walk through these empty streets in this state of emergency, I feel no sense of urgency.

Toilet paper supply is gone and the people are running scared.

Propaganda spooking people on Channel 12, people dying.

Housewives crying.

Rights are trampled yet again in the name of “security” and it feels like no one ever remembers our history.

But I don’t care.

I dwelled on the negatives and became bitter like Avi, I was so fucking sour like Wasabi.

But that’s how the wretched win. If we let some scumbag bugmen who mass engineer plagues in a lab as tools of anarchy get to our state of being. If we let them dim our light.

Not gonna let them do it. I will stay unaffected by this overhyped catastrophe.

Remain young and full of joy, with no care in the world. Making the best out of a shitty situation. Doing something I haven’t done in ages.

I will defy quarantine. I will roam nature.

The cool wind in my face and that spring weather hitting me like a speeding car. The world isn’t ending. Not for me.

I will continue to enrich mind, spirit and body and steer clear of the wicked.

I will feed ducks in the park!

I had a great reminder that despite all of Satan’s influence on this world, God’s purity still watches over us and no matter how much the House of The Devil tries to bring us down, we can win everytime if we keep the flames alive.

If you take care of your family, you will win.

If you remain with your brothers, you will win.

As long as you still raise your children in the side of light, you will win.

Everyone is going to sleep, but we are still awake.

No one can ever end The Enlightened as long as fire burns in our heart.

May Jesus bless you.

May Allah bless you.

May Elohim the God above bless you.

We aren’t done here. Don’t lose hope.