Gratitude

https://www.lewrockwell.com/2019/04/jack-kerwick/gratitude/

“During a recent discussion I had with a friend, she mentioned that while she was enduring a difficult time in her life, she was nevertheless grateful for everyday and every blessing.

My friend’s daughter, a young woman in her mid-20’s, had severed ties with her mother, ostensibly over a falling out of sorts that the latter had with her daughter’s boyfriend.

What resonated with me, though, is that despite being as heartbroken as she is, my friend—a serious Catholic—nevertheless remains convicted of the necessity of being grateful for her life.

Her comment should serve as a reminder to every Christian who needs reminding of a crucial truth:

‘The world is a gift.'”

Blue Pill

Henceforth, I shall strive to reach out to our blue pill brothers. I’ve gone very far into my red pill conversion and have gained so much insight into myself. Insight that that has proven itself to be of aid across my entire spectrum of relationships. Blue pill is the default setting for nearly every man born. In a prior era, the inherent risks to one’s self from a blue pill mindset were negligible to that which you, as a blue pill man, will face in today’s world. Times are different, so we all must adapt or perish. I know you. I was once one of you.

What is blue pill? Essentially, it is the refusal to accept reality as it is. This is not an easy thing to undo but can be done. We all think that our efforts will be appreciated by their own merit. This is simply not the case nor will it ever be.

If I only could have done X, she would have not left me. If I do Y, then she will fall madly in love with me. These statements were the justifications I made to myself when I had my blue pill mind. I suspect that many of you readers can recall similar present and past excuses made to yourself. The first principle of solving a problem is identifying the problem. The problem is that blue pill men are perceived as weak marks by women. The best a blue pill man can hope to be is a mere placeholder. I will admit there is a five percent chance a blue pill man could randomly meet and marry a woman who would not take advantage of his naive nature. I consider one in twenty odds of “success” while undertaking such a risky endeavour as dating and marriage to be foolish.

The Parable of the Three Blue Pillers

I shall recall an actual event that once unfolded before me. I was sitting at a bar that served as my watering hole for many years. They served the very best fresh locally sourced seafood so I ate and drank there very often. It was the bartender’s birthday, and I was engaged in my normal conversation with her and her three friends. It was just a normal day.

That was until the first blue of three blue pillers entered the bar bearing a card and flowers to bequeath to the attractive bartender. He promptly left the premises while his blue pill mind fantasized that his blue pill power play would bring him the woman of his dreams. I asked the bartender if he was going to get laid. “Of course not” she answered as her three friends giggled over my blunt question and obvious statement of the truth.

A period of time passed, and a few more beers went down my hatch. Wo and behold, the second blue piller walked into the establishment bearing the holy troika of candy, card, and flowers. Again, I posed the same question to her as before, and, again, “No” was her answer. By this point, I had brought her three friends into my conversations. Basically, they told me to a woman that they do not like receiving inappropriate gifts such as these. This behavior is so transparent to them and will not get you laid. In fact, these behaviors seriously hamper your ability to get laid.

More alcohol flowed as time passed. My friend stated to me “Watch a third one do it.”. I told him no way. I was wrong. The third blue piller entered bearing yet another inappropriate gift of a card and flowers. Again, I posed the question “Is he going to get some?”. Her answer was “No”. It became a raucous alcohol fueled mocking of these three guys after that.

I know that is a brutal story. It is true. It is also how you are perceived. I would like for you to ponder this.

Brotherhood

Brotherhood, a word that is often bandied. It connotes belonging. It rallies men to achieve the impossible. A band of brothers be it by blood or circumstance is the base upon which a man launches himself to even greater heights than could have ever been achieved without his Brothers.

Brotherhood is even more important for the single man. Standing alone, his band of Brothers is the only thing that keeps the flames of chaos at bay for him. The friends who rally to the man stricken by flood waters while his family and government ignore his plight. The rowdies at his favorite pub who greet him every time he crosses the portal. Brotherhood is strength.

Brotherhood has a dark side. It’s the social glue that binds us together. Its primal power draws men into organization and cooperation. Its magnetism can even be stronger than sex drive given a circumstance. Brotherhood is control.

What about false Brotherhood? It’s siren call beckons men onto dangerous shoals. A rentier Brotherhood that seeks to extract versus augment. A man is best to avoid rentier Brotherhood. It benefits him not, yet has the seductive power of the nubile young woman over him.