It was a dreary and stormy Friday night at the billiards hall. Doctor Illusion, Mistress, and myself were shooting a few games of pool while enjoying some drinks. Two girls walked in and started playing at the table adjacent to ours. One of the girls had a tiny man clasped to her at all times, like a mosquito in fear of losing it’s fresh blood supply. The other girl looked as if she was very desperate to find a blood sucking parasite of her own, dressed up in what I can only imagine she thought was what women were supposed to wear to attract a mate. High heels she could barely walk in, a shirt with some shiny shit on it, and jeans. Her make up was caked on like a french prostitute, or maybe she was going to be hunting raccoons later that evening and was making sure her eyes were properly camouflaged for the event. Doc Illusion and I had quite a laugh at this spectacle.

The night continued and much to our surprise there were what appeared to be members of the male species approaching this girl and chatting her up. Sure, they looked like they were fresh out of a Dungeons and Dragons convention, but still surprising nonetheless. What followed was strange. Like men bringing sacrifices of wine and blood to the alter of a goddess…these men continually were whipping out their wallets to pay for drinks for this girl. Not one at a time, no this was a crowd of at least three very desperate men of unquestionable thirst. For they must have walked through a desert after being brought prophetic visions of an entity that could cure the thirst they had in their throats.

After watching this display of madness for nearly three hours, none of them actually made a move. Never actually attempted to dip their toes into the waters. They just continued to burn a hole into their wallets and seeing absolutely no return on their investment gamble. We watched this girl just leave the bar without even so much as giving a hug to these pitiful men. They instead opted to give Doc Illusion a hug because he had played some 90s boy band music (for himself) that they enjoyed.

Don’t lay down a sacrifice to a non existent goddess. Invest in yourself and let others reap the benefits of it.

Good evening, gentlemen.

For those of you paying close attention to my blog, you may have noticed that my earlier post about Tucker Max went private. I’m going to tell you why.

After writing a scathing post about Tucker, Geoffrey and Mating Grounds that quickly went to the top 3 in Google searches for Mating Grounds, I realized that I was working off of 2nd hand information that I had not bothered to confirm personally. I had never talked to the guy, I hadn’t read the tweets that bloggers were quoting, nothing. I was attacking based solely on second and third hand information from other bloggers, many of whom were also operating on hearsay.

As you all know, I am a major advocate of personal responsibility, ownership of every action including mistakes, etc. If I make a mistake, I have only myself to blame. I decided I needed more info if I was going to let that negative post remain on the first page of Google results. So I grabbed my phone and tweeted Tucker.

I admit I was rather brash and adversarial with my tweet. I basically called him a liar and told him we would kill his project before it even launched. My blood was still running a little hot from all the Manosphere drama of the week. I was aggressive, Tucker got defensive, we had some back and forth. I won’t delve too deep into it, but those who follow me on Twitter (@DoctorIllusion) can check it out if you’re interested.

I realized he seemed a bit surprised and dumbfounded by the attacks, and began to wonder if he had consciously snubbed the ‘Sphere or if there may have been a misunderstanding. I eased back on the aggression and started trying to have an honest conversation. Tucker was willing to do so, and we went from tweeting to direct messaging. From there we went to email.

I explained to him that the main issue we all had was him essentially denying our existence and claiming we weren’t writing about the exact things he and Geoffrey were planning to write about. He admitted that he had been wondering why 4 guys kept attacking him on Twitter over the content of a site he hadn’t even launched yet, and asked me to reserve judgement about content theft until he actually put up some content and launched the site. This seemed reasonable. But the problem of his denying our existence was still there, and I wanted to put this thing to rest once and for all.

So, for about 6 (beer soaked and smoke filled) hours, we went back and forth and got down to brass tacks. I contacted people for more info on what’s been said, etc. The real picture formed from the haze (or maybe that was just smoke.)

First off, he didn’t say the entire Manosphere was dressed up PUA residue. He said that was mostly the case, and I confirmed this with screenshots of his old tweets taken by Wald. And I cannot honestly deny what he was saying. When you first enter the Manosphere, you will encounter Roosh, Roissy, Rollo, Krauser, etc. These are guys who write almost exclusively about women, pick-up, sex, hypergamy, negging, etc. So I could see where he was coming from. I consider anyone who writes almost exclusively about women to be somewhat of a pussy worshipper/PUA. Men who are used to getting the women they want don’t feel the need to talk about it all day and night. It’s just business as usual.

So, now that he and I were on easy terms and the aggression and hostility was done with, I felt that we could bury the hatchet between us and preferably with the whole Manosphere. That would, of course, involve Tucker publicly admitting that we exist, he knows about us, and that we have been writing about women, sex and self improvement for years.

So, and I quote precisely without any editing or paraphrasing, Tucker’s official statement regarding the Manosphere:

“Of course the Manosphere exists. I never said it didn’t. And of course the Manosphere has been writing about women, sex, dating, etc, for a long time. I never said it didn’t. Dude, I (kind of) predate the Manosphere on the internet, I remember it’s emergence. It’s been great for a lot of guys. I even think there are some really good  Manosphere sites (I also think many are badly regurgitated PUA bullshit, but whatever).

That being said, our site (and book, when it comes out) are going to fill a space that no Manosphere site is occupying. We’re going to approach sex and dating in a way it hasn’t been approached before, and provide a perspective that neither Geoff not I have seen. 

Or, maybe I should say it this way: we’re going to write about issues like sex, dating and women for young guys in a way that we think will be better, clearer and more impactful than anything else (in or out of the Manosphere). And we are pretty certain we’ll do it in such a way that it’ll get more attention, and have more mainstream reach, and ultimately help more guys.”

So, there you have it. Tucker openly admits that he has read the Manosphere, has followed it since the beginning, and acknowledges that we produce some good content about the exact same things he is building his new site around.

I remember Danger and Play saying “If he said I’m going to do it better, I wouldn’t mind.” So here you go, Mike.

Tucker thinks that he and Geoffrey can do what we do, in a new way and a new niche, and do it better. I’m willing to accept that challenge. I hope you guys are as well.

A few other things that were discussed in this conversation: Tucker realizes that the media has to put labels on everything, and knows that the label Mating Grounds will end up with is “Manosphere site.” He wants to avoid that for as long as he can, to avoid the bad press during the start-up phase, but he agrees that the negative opinion of the Manosphere as a whole is bullshit. Once the media labels his site “Manosphere” we will all get more attention and traffic. We’ve been preparing for this since last year, we can deal with public exposure.

This is me burying the hatchet. I’m done attacking and/or gainsaying Mating Grounds. Tucker has made his amends, he admits we exist and that he reads us from time to time, he admits we’ve been writing about this stuff for years. He assures me he will stand behind that quote, and I believe him. So, if you truly feel he is ripping off your content, you can come here for evidence that he’s been aware of us for years, if that makes you feel better.

If anyone has any questions or wants to know more about all of this, shoot me a comment.

-Dr. Illusion

Ah, Viva la Manosphere. A popular aggregator that’s provided a boost in traffic to many Manosphere blogs, run by a fellow calling himself Jack who makes money from ads while not actually producing original content. I can live with that, of course. He’s still putting in a little work. I do have a problem with him ripping off content for cash while not giving credit where it’s do. I also have a problem with him trying to create a monetized site to compete with a Manosphere blogger, considering the ‘Sphere already provides him with money.

I’m not going to tell the entire story here, since  Thumotic has already done a great job of that. Jose also wrote about this.  I’ll just give a brief summary here.

Mike from D&P has spent years experimenting with juicing. Putting together and testing different recipes and blends, figuring out what juice blends can help with specific goals of health problems, and laying down lots of cash to try dozens of juicers so he can make the best recommendations. Lots of his time and money went into learning all he could about juicing. Then he built a site called Fit Juice where he compiled all of the things he learned and shared this info with the rest of us. Take a good look at his site.

Along comes Jack from Viva la Manosphere. Jack has never mentioned juicing. I don’t think Jack actually juices. But Jack decided he would make a website filled with great juicing info and make money through ads and affiliate marketing. His site is called Juicing Hacks. Take a look at Jacks site. It should seem startlingly familiar, since you just checked out Mikes site. Almost exactly alike, with almost the exact same content….

After launching Juicing Hacks, Jack stopped linking to Danger and Play. Another odd development. Perhaps because he didn’t want people to make the connection between his new marketing site and Fit Juice, which has been around for a while and is actually filled with original, field tested information.

So, in brief, Jack is trying to take someone elses hard work and effort, re-package it very slightly, and then make money off of it. I wonder if Jack and Tucker Max are related? They certainly seem to think alike, but in this case it’s not a case of “great minds.” Perhaps Uncle Mitch is right and we’ve reached some sort of critical mass, because lying scam artists seem to be coming out of the woodwork to profit from our hard work and content.

I never liked Jack, I never sought him out, emailed him or asked him to put me on his aggregator. I had a bad feeling about him from the start, and I know a few others did as well. He refused to review a bloggers book unless he could make money through an affiliate link. He tried to control what content belonged in the Manosphere and what didn’t. He never linked my site, so I have no idea how much traffic he was sending to other bloggers. I don’t worry about traffic, so I don’t particularly care. Uncle Mitch once asked him why he never linked me. He said I was too racist and controversial. Too controversial for the Manosphere. That’s really saying something. As YouSoWould said on Twitter….he was trying to control Manosphere content, when the whole point of the ‘Sphere is the free exchange of ideas between men, without censorship or PC bullshit.

So, if you haven’t already, take a moment to remove Viva la Manosphere from your blogrolls. He’s shown his true colors and has no right to stand among real, content producing men of the ‘Sphere. It’s past time to take out the trash.

-Dr. Illusion

It’s been a while since I’ve written. I tried my best to break my cycle and not allow a lull in my writing during Winter, but I obviously failed. There were other factors contributing to my lack of desire to write, but there’s no need to go into them. Anyone who follows me on Twitter or knows me in real life is well aware of the issues I’ve had. But I’m back.

Spring has arrived, at least here in the deep South. I’ve been enjoying the warm weather and sunshine. I’ve begun the planting season and already have squash, zucchini, tomatoes and peppers growing. My rabbits have given birth to their second litter of kits. I did a lot of maintenance on my trucks over the last few months and they are both running better than ever. I got a promotion at work last week and I’m working on another one. While I haven’t been writing much, I haven’t been entirely unproductive either.

The gang got together for a meetup in New Orleans a couple weeks ago. Most of it was fun, but it ended badly for me. Some of the events of the meetup led to a restructuring of a lot of social circles, hopefully for the better. I finally met Matt Forney, who I’ve been corresponding with for a few years now. I also met commenter BA for the for the first time, along with the bright and crazy Jeremy Sploosh. All great people. Forney gave me a stern lecture about my lack of writing. It’s nice to know my absences are noticed.

There’s a lot of turmoil in the Manosphere right now, which isn’t exactly uncommon. Jack from Viva la Manosphere showed his true colors as a leech who is out for naught but money, stealing content and trying to market other peoples work for profit. I never liked the guy. From the moment Viva popped up, I haven’t had a good feeling about him. My good friend Young Hunter felt the same way. A few others were suspicious as well. Now we all know what he’s really after and hopefully everyone will stop linking him and helping him make money from the work of others.

Tucker Max has started a new website to fill a supposedly empty niche, namely straightforward advice about dating, women and self improvement. I suppose he didn’t notice the giant fucking Manosphere already occupying said niche and doing a good job of it. Anything you want to know about women, dating, lifting, vitamins and supplements, testosterone, starting a small business or just correcting your posture and body language can be found right here on the Manosphere. Tuckers new site will be nothing but remarketing our work in a more PC manner to make money for himself. We all know this. There’s little we can do about it, aside from exposing him for the lying opportunist he is.  Several blogger like Danger and Play  and Uncle Mitch have already done so.

I’ll do my best to start posting regularly again. Give me some feedback, let me know what you’d like to see me write about in the weeks to come. I could use a little help and some ideas to get the ball rolling again. It’s good to be back.

-Dr. Illusion

Nothing is no one is perfect. This is a fact that anyone with a functional brain should be able to agree upon. Thus, failure should always be anticipated and factored into any plan…especially human failure.

As I mentioned in a previous post, everyone should have an air compressor, tire gauge and tire repair kit in their vehicle, more so if going on a long trip. This is, of course, in addition to a jack and a spare tire. Because sometimes shit happens. Sometimes your spare doesn’t hold air for some reason, or your jack breaks, or any number of other things occur. When possible, have multiple fallback options. Redundancy is highly underrated.

To add on to the things listed above; I also keep a quart of oil, a bottle of power steering fluid and brake fluid in my truck. To go even farther and sound a bit extreme, when I’m driving regularly I keep a tent, sleeping bag, a few MREs, a collapsible fishing pole, small tackle box and fire starting implements….but I’m not saying you need to go that far.

Always assume something is going to go wrong, and try to think of all the possibilities. This applies to all things, not just driving, of course. I work with a fellow who kept his generator in his garage. During a power loss caused by a hurricane, he was running his generator…in his garage…and had a 5 gallon container of fuel nearby to keep the generator fueled up. If you cannot see how this story ends, this post will be lost on you. His house burned to the ground. While that was definitely very poor planning, it’s nothing compared to the people who died of carbon monoxide poison recently because they were running the generator INSIDE the house. Darwinism at work.

This coworker could have prevented this calamity by anticipating failure. A generator is a combustion motor. Combustion means fire, burning fuel ignited by an electric spark. Keeping a combustion motor running in a garage attached to your house is already iffy, in my book. I wouldn’t have done it, personally, but I’m sure keeping the generator in the garage is somewhat common. But then add the fuel container. Gas produces highly flammable fumes. So you have 5 gallons of gas, constantly producing combustible vapour…in an enclosed space with a combustion motor. I guess he assumed that the sparks and fire would remain internal and not present a problem. In a perfect world, this would be true. What specific failure caused the fire? Did the generator simply overheat, did the electrical receptacle on the outside spark/arc or did the fumes simply get sucked into the intake and ignite all the vapour in the garage? Who knows. It shouldn’t have happened. But it should have been anticipated.

Human failure is just as common, if not more common, than mechanical failure. The old saying “If you want something done right, do it yourself,” couldn’t be more true.

I got a call this morning at 5:45 to check out a conductivity transmitter that was giving a flat-line signal. I am relieved of duty at 6:00, so I continued putting my tools away and informed Bill of the issue so he could address it during his 12 hour shift. I returned to work this evening, relieved Bill and immediately logged on to the system to check the signal from that transmitter. Still flat-lined. Unsurprisingly, instead of doing his job, he did nothing for 12 hours. So I went and fixed the problem. This is perfectly normal and I don’t usually pass things on to the next tech.  I typically stay over and fix it myself, because otherwise I will be working on it when I come back.

While it’s  pessimistic view to hold, I assume everyone around me is incompetent and unreliable until they prove otherwise. When I assign someone a task, I do so fully expecting to have to help them or do it myself eventually. On the bright side, I’m rarely disappointed. I’ve learned not to let the failure of others bother me. I factor it in from the beginning.

Take women, for example. You meet a girl, hit it off and exchange numbers. You end up arranging a date later, she’s supposed to meet you somewhere at 8. Do you clear your schedule for the night and head to the date with total confidence of everything going as planned? No, you have a fallback plan to meet up with some friends at the bar and assume this bitch is going to flake on you. Classic example of human failure, and one most Manosphere readers should be familiar with.

By anticipating and planning for failure, both mechanical and human, you can make your life much less frustrating and greatly reduce your stress levels. When you expect the unexpected, it doesn’t throw you for a loop or ruin your day. You’re already planned for this, you’re equipped to handle it and get right back on track. Anything bad that can happen, will happen. See it coming and don’t let it screw up your equilibrium.

Prior Proper Planning Prevents Piss Poor Production

-Dr. Illusion

Since the dawn of time, life has been a competition. Competing against the elements to stay alive. Competing with every other life form for resources. Even plants compete for sunlight, water and nutrients to the point of killing every other plant by keeping them in the shade.  All things strive. This is natural.

Hierarchy is also a natural thing. A pack of wolves will band together in order to take down larger prey and for defense against other predators. While on the surface this would seem to prove that competition isn’t a law of nature, one just has to look a little deeper. Every pack has an Alpha or leader of some kind. The leader will get the lion’s share of the kill and choice of female/s to breed with, giving his genes the better chance of survival. This leader is typically chosen through competition, a battle to the death in some cases. So, while cooperation is possible, competition for resources is always present, whether these resources be food, reproductive rights or anything else.

Thus, to today’s topic: Capitalism. My friend Delicious Tacos posted a drunken rant about Capitalism recently and one of my readers asked me to respond to it. While that is not the sole focus of this post, consider it…inspired by his rant.

Capitalism is all about competition. Economic Darwinism, to some degree…survival of the fittest. We aren’t out killing each other for the right to hunt a particular herd or fish a certain river anymore. On the surface, at least, the competition has gotten more civilized. Dig a little deeper, however, and it becomes apparent that the stakes are still nearly as high and the consequences of losing the game resound through generations. Your failure at the game of Capitalism could mean your grandchildren living in shitty housing projects, unless they are unusually ambitious.

There always those who aren’t as driven, ambitious or bloodthirsty enough. These are the people who will vote for the “People’s Socialist Party of Free Money” every time. They always have excuses. “There aren’t enough jobs!” Bullshit. There are plenty. And if you can’t find a job that suits you, create one. Figure out a service that rich people would like, and fill the niche. Some woman decided to start doing decorative pubic hair trimming and colouring for the rich and famous and makes millions. Invent a fucking job. Write a book.

I hear all the time that all the blue collar, factory/manufacturing jobs are gone overseas so that’s not an option anymore and America doesn’t produce anything. Oddly enough, there are over 500 paper mills in the US employing hundreds of thousands. I’ve checked the “Careers” page for 3 chemical plants and paper companies, and they all have pages upon pages of jobs posted. I’ve worked in fuel refineries, carpet factories, cotton gins, paper mills, chemical plants, sewage plants, water plants, plywood mills, power plants….the list goes on and on. All in the US. And pretty much every place was short handed, believe it or not. There goes that excuse….

Then there’s another idea I see a lot on the Manosphere that any job is “slavery.” As DT so politely put it, you are “sucking corporate cock” and the company hates you for costing them money. If you aren’t a self employed millionaire, you’re a miserable wage slave and you need to quit your horrible job and take off to a third world country and bang a bunch of brown skinned girls. I would like to point out that if everyone did this, infrastructure would collapse and people would be starving in short order. This little “freedom porn” lifestyle that’s preached so much on the Sphere can only exist because real men are building and maintaining the power grid, water systems, sewage systems, food production and everything else while you stay in hostels and bang broke girls who just want money or a ticket to America. Work isn’t slavery, work is what makes the world go around.

People wail so much about the plight of the poor, and how they are being left behind, etc. Hmm….it wasn’t all that long ago that the poor lived in huts and worked from dusk till dawn in the fields, then had to give up 90 percent of the fruits of their labour to pay for the right to farm that land. Now the poor have TV, cable, a roof over their heads, free Obamaphones, free healthcare, free food, free education…..yet they are being left behind? Hardly. They have it better now than they ever have. And still they bitch, protest and do ignorant bullshit like “Fight for 15″ and “Occupy Wall Street.” Maybe if you idiots were hustling instead of standing around holding a sign, you would have more money. Poverty these days is not being able to afford 2 cars like your fucking neighbors. Spare me.

This brings me to the idea that “everyone deserves a living wage.” Hell, they apparently deserve a living wage even if they aren’t working or contributing to society in any way. Why do you “deserve” anything? Someone has to grow/produce that food you’re eating. Someone had to build the apartment you’re living in. Someone is working every day to make sure water comes out when you turn the faucet valve. People are working to keep the lights on and keep the roads drivable. Why the hell do you deserve the fruits of their labour, if you aren’t giving anything in return? If you’re just breathing air, producing CO2, eating food and producing SHIT, I have news for you…..Not only do you not have worth, you have NEGATIVE worth. You are a liability, a parasite, you are a hole in society’s gas tank leaking resources. Yet you “deserve” all this? Because you were born? I’m working, you deserve a piece of my earnings? You want my money “redistributed?” Guess what….since you are nothing but a consumer, the money will go right back where it came from. The producers. You’re poor because you don’t know what the fuck to do with the money anyway.

Humans have no intrinsic value. None. There is no reason for society to keep your non-producing ass on life support, which is exactly what welfare and “redistribution” is. We’re just using resources to keep a vegetable alive. If a girl showed up at your house and said she would not be cooking, cleaning or having sex with you but she expected you to support her for the rest of her life, what would your reaction be? Yeah, that’s the same way I feel about “socialism.” Unless you are producing goods or services that someone else values, you don’t matter. Money is just a means of keeping score. Tokens of credit. If you do enough shit that is valuable to society in your life, you get to stop producing and coast till you die. That’s capitalism. It’s just the modern version of competing for resources, but in these more civil times, losing doesn’t mean the death of your pack/tribe nor starvation. It just means you start back at the bottom, and likely your kids do too, unless somebody really hustles. You won’t starve, you won’t die. Quit complaining.

I also see so much anger at corporations for their “evil greed” or whatever. Really? Are you not greedy?

Imagine you take your car to the shop because it’s not running well. They tell you what’s wrong and that it will cost you $800 to fix. You tell your friend about it and he says “Yeah, that’s all labour cost. I’m good with cars, you buy the parts and a case of beer and I’ll come buy and fix it for you.” Parts will cost you $200.

What do you do? Unless you’re a total retard, you’re gonna buy your friend a case of beer and save $600. But wait, you greedy bastard. If lots of people are letting their mechanically inclined friends work on their car, or doing it themselves, you’re putting John, Earl and Bubba down at the shop out of business! You’ve just cost 3 men their livelihood with your greed, you bastard. I’m sure you feel really guilty. We’re all greedy. We work to get ours, and we want to pay as little as possible for the things we need so we have more fore luxury items and things we want. The less a corporation can pay to produce its product, the more profit for them. I’m sure if you socialist leaning folks ran multi-billion dollar companies, you would pay every worker $250,000 a year and you would live in a studio apartment and eat McDonalds. Since we hate hearing about a worker making 60K  a year when the CEO who built the company from the ground up is making 5 million a year, right? It’s NOT FAIR!

Life is competition. Life is strife. Get out there and cut some throats (figuratively), step on some hands to get to that next rung on the ladder. It’s nature’s design, and you can’t screw with nature.

[Note: No offense to DT, I like the guy and he's a great person to talk to while drunk. I don't hold his skinny jeans and communism against him.]

-Dr. Illusion

 

 

Good Evening, my friends.

I drove my ’95 F-150 to College Station, Texas on Sunday. Mistress and I went down there to pick up a dog, and I will upload a picture or two for those who don’t follow me on Twitter.

Being the good Southern  man that I am, I made sure to do a thorough vehicle inspection before I left on this 220 mile trip. All lights and blinkers working? Check. All fluids at optimal levels? Check. All tires at recommended pressure? Check. Heater and A/C working? Absolutely. Thus, we set out in all confidence, expecting an uneventful trip.

We made it to CS after an uneventful journey and headed to the abode of Mistress’ friend Ashley. We spent some time with her, then retrieved the dog, who we named Ajax. Back to Ashley’s apartment, then a night of drinking and shooting pool. For those who aren’t aware, College Station sucks. They have banned smoking in public places, it’s boring, and the only decent bars are in Bryan. Even some of the bars in Bryan have banned smoking, which means the night life sucks because I had to go out in the 15 degree cold to smoke. Bugger that. But I digress.

We spent the night at Ashley’s place and woke up to find….a flat tire. It’s freezing fucking cold and I have a flat tire. Ashley is at work, so this truck is my only means of travel. Time for troubleshooting….

I jack up the rear of the truck to get the weight off the tire and proceed to hook up my air compressor. My compressor is running but the tire is not inflating. Compressor gauge is reading 100 psi….that makes no sense. Time to reach into the glove compartment for my tire stem tool.

I remove the tire stem and discover it wasn’t seated properly and the O-ring was out of place. I had to go into the apartment to correct this, because my hands were frozen stiff and numb. So, I cleaned everything up and corrected the O-ring issue, then got it seated properly and began inflating the tire. I assumed that was the only problem and we would be on our way soon….

Unfortunately, when the tire reached 35 PSI, I heard the hiss of escaping air. Damn. There’s a piece of metal puncturing my tire. And my spare hasn’t been used in so long it’s dry rotted. That figures. Back into the glove box for my tire repair kit.

I let all the air out of the tire, remove the offending shard of metal, and proceed to (attempt to) plug the tire. Unfortunately it’s so bloody cold that the plug material is rock hard and will not go into the tire or conform to shape. So I have to go back into the apartment and heat the plug material over the stove until it’s soft, then rush out to the truck and insert the plug. Then it’s back to running the compressor….

The tire held air that time, up to the recommended 41 PSI. Great, now we can get on the road. My repair endured 220 miles at an average speed of 70 MPH and is still holding just fine.

This brings me to the point of this post. How many men would have had: A tire stem removal/installation tool, an air compressor and a tire repair kit in their vehicle…and known how to use them all?

Davis Aurini and I had a long chat Sunday night, while I was in Texas, and  we discussed some of these same things. Most men these days don’t have the ability to keep their possessions in working condition, and thus get caught in the vicious cycle of buying new things on credit when break-downs happen. Instead of gaining the knowledge and buying the tools required to do needed repairs around the house and on vehicles, you pay a plumber, pay an electrician, pay a mechanic or buy a new car. Thus, always lagging behind and never having enough to put back. Things will always happen. Things will always need fixing. This is an inescapable fact of life. Think of how much easier your life could be if you had the ability and the means to handle all these hiccups yourself.

I wrote a post a long time ago about this, and it’s worth reading. It’s one of my earliest ones, but not too bad.

I bought my F-150 for $2,000 back in ’09. I paid cash, got title in hand, deal done. I don’t owe anyone. About a year later I had the first mechanical failure. I was almost home when I saw my temperature gauge start climbing. I pulled over, realized I was low on water and filled my radiator from the gallon of water I always keep in my truck. I made it home at 7 pm. I had to be at work at 5:30 am. I discovered the problem was a bad water pump. I walked to the parts store and bought a new water pump and a new thermostat. There was probably nothing wrong with my thermostat, but if I replace one part of a system I try to replace them all. I made the repairs and was able to drive to work in the morning.

Total cost of parts? Around $150. Since then, I have replaced the clutch, slave cylinder, ball joints and spark plugs. Maybe $1,000 in repairs total. So, in almost 4 years, I’ve spent less than $4,000 and still have a reliable means of transportation. Plus a ’96 Ford Ranger that I paid $1,500 for as backup.

Every time I repair one of my trucks, someone tells me it’s not worth it and I should just buy a new truck. New trucks cost upwards of $30,000 if you get a halfway decent one. I can drive these to trucks until I die and not spend that much on repairs. I think I’m doing the smart thing.

It pays to know how to fix things. Basic electrical, basic plumbing, basic mechanics, painting, drywall repair…..these skills add up to tens of thousands of dollars in savings over a lifetime.

When something breaks, a man doesn’t say “I better call someone.”

A man says “I can fix that.”

-Dr. Illusion

 

 

I’ve been pretty lax in my reading and writing here on the Manosphere lately. I seem to read/write in phases depending on my mood and apparently the seasons, since Winter seems to be my typical slow time. I do more reading of novels than blogs. Since I’ve been diving back in the past few weeks, I’ve noticed a trend. A lot of Manosphere bloggers are going on hiatus or bowing out entirely.

My good friend Young Hunter who used to write at Embrace The Hunt has allowed his hosting to lapse and his blog to disappear. Luckily he’s a personal friend so we still talk regularly but I do miss his writing. He basically lost interest in what the Manosphere was becoming and no longer wanted to be a part of it. He also fell victim to the feeling we have both gotten from time to time, that we are just beating out heads against the wall.

Matt from 3 Bromigos has expressed his lagging interest as well, and says he will not be writing much anymore. Several others have been making sweeping anti-Manosphere generalizations on Twitter. I’m reminded of the period right after I started blogging, when several good blogs shut down.

Aside from the closing of some blogs, there’s also a lot of disgust and apathy about several aspects of the ‘Sphere. A lot of comments have been made about the influx and popularity of female bloggers. Speculation about the honesty of many bloggers and commenters has been expressed. There just seems to be a general bad taste in a lot of mouths lately. And I can fully understand where it’s coming from, as I’ve experienced it myself. Let’s address a few of the points raised recently.

Female bloggers. Yes, there are a surprising number of them involved, especially considering this corner of the web being called the bloody Manosphere. There has been a lot of bitterness vented about how female bloggers get more readers and commenters than even the best of the male writers. The only female blogger I ever read is Sunshine Mary, so I really don’t know anything about the others. I only read SSM sporadically lately because reading through her comment section makes me physically ill. But I digress. Why does the existence of female “red pill” blogs bother some men so much? I can think of several reasons, first and foremost the desire for ‘male-only spaces.’ We aren’t allowed to have them in the real world, and it seems we cannot even have them here. And everyone feels a certain amount of disgust when they see supposedly red pill men flocking to and validating any woman who wanders into the dark underbelly of the internet. I only have one piece of advice for those who are unhappy about this situation: Keep in mind, they are only part of the Manosphere if we accept them and link them. No woman can simply declare herself a part of the Manosphere. We have a right to be here by virtue of masculinity, they require special exemption. Starve the flower and it withers.

As far as the honesty of some denizens here, regarding how they represent themselves vs who they really are….who cares? A lot of us are showing our faces lately. I’m sure that trend will continue to spread. If you don’t think a person is really the bad ass Alpha he claims and he isn’t really banging 10s every night while making $10,000 a month from his private business or whatever, don’t read his stuff. I take all claims made on the internet with a whole shaker of salt, unless I’ve met that person or speak to them on the phone regularly. Luckily I’ve met or speak regularly to all my favourite bloggers, so it’s a non-issue. Don’t let the nonsense of some turn you against the whole.

There’s a lot of outright silliness in the ‘Sphere. Dumb but oft-repeated tropes like “All American women are trashy, masculine whores,” “Never, ever get married under any circumstances because every woman just wants to screw you over” and the like. Not to mention the troves of manospambots who apparently have no lives because they can swarm and ruin a comment section within minutes of a post being published.

I called this post Manosphere: Evolution for a reason. It’s changing, as always. New writers appear, others vanish. There’s a little less blatant rage against women and more self-improvement all the time, at least in the more established areas. More discussion of Faith and Virtue, a little less glorification of hedonism. By and large, we seem to be leaving our adolescence and entering adulthood. This makes the divide between the sheep in wolves clothing and the serious men all the more obvious. Mainstream exposure continues to increase, for good or ill. I see a divide coming soon, since it’s mostly the experienced bloggers who have been around for a while that are making negative comments about the changing face of our group. Possibly a breaking away and disavowal of the Manosphere by the old hands, leaving it to the spambots and women? What will this new Sphere be called? Food for thought.

For those who are growing disillusioned with the ‘Sphere, I ask you this: Why are you here? No, I don’t mean that in a snarky or sarcastic/scathing way.

If you’re a blogger, why are you writing? I write to spread information and offer people a different way of living. To wake people up and show them what’s really going on, fight off the brainwashing and make them really start thinking and doubting the accepted narrative. I will continue to write regardless of annoyances in the ‘sphere. If I help a few people, it’s worth my time. There comes a point where you’ve learned about as much as you can from others, and it’s all a personal journey of growth and improvement from there.  Your experiences and thoughts can still help others, however. You started writing for a reason. Has that changed?

Don’t let hecklers in the audience stop you from sharing your message.

 

Merry Christmas to all my friends and family out there. I’m writing this on the tail end of a 12 hour night shift. I get off in 2 hours and I’ll be back tonight.

I also worked Thanksgiving. I will be working New Years Eve and New Years Day, Independence Day, and every other holiday. I don’t mind, I’m getting double time and a half. Nothing says Merry Christmas like a few extra thousand on the paycheck.

Since I’ve been on the subject of labour lately, I want to talk about one of the pivotal times in history that really weakened the Unions in this country.

The year was 1987 in the small town of Jay, Maine. The largest employer in the town and the state was International Paper. At the time, the paper mill stopped production every Christmas so all the workers could spend the day with their families. The contract between IP and the local labour union (the Local 14) expired that year and it was time to negotiate a new one. Sadly, included in the new contract was the demand (from IP) that the mill continue to produce on Christmas. This would mean the mill operates 24/7/365. The Union didn’t like this, nor the fact that IP wanted to stop paying double time on Sundays.

Just for the record, starting pay at this IP facility was $16/hr and a High School diploma or equivalent was the only requirement. $16/hr was a lot of damn money back in 1987, so don’t think these workers are being shafted too badly here.

When IP refused to negotiate or back down on their demands for working Christmas and no longer paying premium Sunday pay, the local 14 decided to go on strike. All 1,200 Union workers walked out. The only non-Union employees were management.

In response, IP asked BE&K to provide replacement workers. For those who don’t know, BE&K is a very large contractor with a long history of strike-breaking, or offering “scabs” to cross the picket line and take over the jobs of Union workers on strike. My friend Bill was one of the “scabs” who crossed the picket line and took one of these jobs.

To add insult to injury, most of the scabs brought in were from the deep South, where BE&K was headquartered. The damn Yankees were none too pleased, especially after several months passed and IP refused to back down.

The strikers on the picket line would scream profanity, throw rocks at the vehicles of the replacement workers and even violently pull them from their vehicles and physically attack them when they crossed the line every day to enter the Jay Paper Mill. They would also break the windows of the scabs houses and harass them in any other possible way. In retaliation, the Southern scabs flew a massive Confederate flag from the top of the mill. Heh heh.

After striking for 18 months with no progress, the Union workers finally gave in and decided to return to work. Guess what? IP told them they already had plenty of workers and would be keeping them. 1,200 people were out of jobs, possibly forever. Labour laws meant that they would get first shot at any new openings, but that meant that a scab had to quit or die before a Union person could get their job back. When some of the former strikers did return to work, they scorned the scabs and treated them like trash. Then it came time for a vote on whether or not to keep the Union at the mill or not. The union guys suddenly changed their tune and begged the scabs to vote to keep the Union in the mill. Surprisingly enough, after enduring years of mistreatment at the hands of these Union workers, the scabs voted to decertify the Union and the Jay, Maine paper mill has been non-Union ever since.

All because they didn’t want to work on Christmas, these 1,200 peoples lives were ruined. Strike pay was only $55 dollars a week. Most had to sell their houses, use up all their life savings and spend their children’s college funds to stay alive while they were on strike. Many never recovered. Several committed suicide. Divorces were common. The community of Jay, Maine was destroyed and has never been the same since. Brother turned on brother and families were damaged beyond recovery due to the pro-Union and pro-IP lines dividing them.

Ever since this all happened, strikes have become much more uncommon because workers fear they will be permanently replaced and jobless if they walk out. Unions all over the country stopped trying to be hard-asses when negotiating contracts for fear that this could happen to them.

Moral of the story: These workers had very high paying jobs with great benefits. They walked out on them. Then they got upset when other people were more than happy to do these jobs and get these benefits. Be thankful for what you have, because if you aren’t….someone else will be thankful to take it from you.

Merry Christmas!

-Dr. Illusion