23 Monday Jan 2017
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Ok, true confessions. I am liking Trump more and more by the minute. I think I may be falling in love, actually! Lol. (Platonically, of course.)
By golly, I don’t just think he’s going to Make America Great Again, I think he’s going to bring back unapologetic masculinity, to boot!
Keep it up, Mr. President! It is long overdue!
Let those who have ears hear.
Please share your thoughts in the comments!
17 Thursday Nov 2016
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Donald Trump, election, Hillary CLinton, life, Media hype, red pill, Trump
Maybe or maybe you don’t remember Y2K, but that was the date that all the computers were supposed to freak out and the world was going to come to a crashing end.
It’s complicated but in a nutshell, when computer programmers were setting things up, shortsightedly they only left two spots for the year instead of four. Supposedly this was bad, bad, bad. Because 2000 and on, how would they record that? Ooops!
Lots of money was spent. They must have figured things out because well, it never happened.
Kinda like the other day, huge dire predictions, and now look at us — still here!
I wonder when the next end of the end will be? Anybody want to take a guess?
(Bonus question: Can anyone explain HOW they fixed Y2K ? I am curious…)
16 Wednesday Nov 2016
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Clinton, constitution, Constructive thinking, election, faith, politics, positive thinking, Protest, red pill, Trump
This post analyzing how women voted for Hillary got me thinking about the women I know in real life and how they voted.
Something I noticed very early on, even before the Democratic convention named Hillary as the candidate, was that despite her being a woman, she wasn’t very popular among women I knew in real life who I normally would have expected to embrace her.
They were mostly baby boomers, educated, middle to upper middle class, lifelong democrats. I was puzzled. As these women revealed they did not back Hillary one after another, I was surprised. They didn’t really give a specific answer, but they had clearly already made up their mind about her.
This was before Wikileaks, before things really got heated, long. long, long before the last few weeks or months to election day.
I wish they would have been more specific as to exactly “what” it was about Hillary, so I could understand better why a group that by all predictors should have been excited as all get out to have a candidate for president who was, at least on the surface, so similar to them. But they were not.
But since I don’t know exactly what it was, I cannot say. However I could see early that it did not bode well for her chances if this group the democrats themselves considered a slam-dunk was actually not.
I got a similar response from women my age or younger who live in the same rural area of a blue state I do. Most of them also lean democrat, but once again they also said they were not planning to vote for her. Odd. Even women I knew to be liberal leaning.
In fact, in real life I only had a total of three women say they were voting for Hillary. Out of dozens and dozens who on the surface, should have been. Weird.
So I looked on Facebook, where I have friends and professional relationships from all over the country. I noticed that of all of them, one group in particular was very pro-Hillary: Women my age or younger living in large metro areas such as New York, San Francisco, Seattle, etc.
The difference between what I was seeing and hearing in real life versus what I saw online may as well have been two different universes!
And that is what I think happened. Hillary staff, the media, the polls, the backers were likely caught up in an echo chamber effect in these same urban areas where women (and many men) were very supportive of Hillary. But because they likely don’t interact much with the millions of Americans living outside of metro areas, they weren’t hearing what I was — that she did not have their support on anywhere near the same levels.
Maps that showed how people voted not only by state but also by county confirm the same. Metro areas appear as blue dots in an otherwise overwhelmingly red map.
Over and over I heard women in real life say that while they did not agree with some of the things Trump had said, they were voting for him. I know most of these women well. They are not Stepford wife types. They are not lifelong, hardcore right wing folks. They are not sexist, racist, bigoted, haters. They are not deplorable nor are they uninformed or unintelligent.
And I also know if they truly believed Trump was any of those things either, they never would have voted for him. Guaranteed. These are peaceful, kind, thoughtful women.
So I know many are worried that these people who voted for Trump are horrible, but they are not. Really.
I don’t believe he is either. To be honest, my guess is that he likely has Asperger’s or some sort of spectrum disorder, or put less technically is of such high intelligence in ways most people aren’t, that he just doesn’t naturally understand social graces. I know people like him in real life actually, and they are good people, if odd.
If you are among the worried, to you I say this, “It’s all going to be OK. I promise.” Relax. Have a glass of wine or something. And be thankful we live in a nation where we can vote. And disagree. And even protest peacefully (not riot, big difference) And vote again next time.
Imagine the Constitution saying, “I’ve got this!” Because it does! So long as we stick with that, pretty much every worst case scenario is checked and balanced. Thank Goodness for that!
15 Tuesday Mar 2016
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America, American, campaign, Chicago, freedom, freedom of speech, freedom to assemble, politics, troll, Trump, violence, violence at rallies
The recent disputes happening at rallies seems to show troll culture has jumped from Cyberspace into the mainstream.
Trolls, in short, are folks who visit an online website, blog, or discussion thread they disagree with, but rather than just stating their points like a rational person, they seem to feel they are on some kind of crusade to disrupt, upset, and dismantle discussions that don’t suit them. They are self-appointed “thought police.” It’s as if other people having their own opinions is simply not allowed, are seen as a personal affront and threat to their own worldview rather than simply as an alternate one.
Imagine if Trump supporters started to attend rallies for his democratic opponents, heckling, destroying candidate signs, trying to jump on stage. Would the press blame the candidates themselves for those actions, or would they place the blame where it belongs — on the agitators who are on some vigilante crusade to “shut down” a legitimate and (like it or not) popular candidate?
Whether or not you or I agree with Trump or not, we should all be very, very disturbed by these events surrounding him, and how he is being blamed for those events rather than the blame being placed on those making their own choices to agitate in the opposing camp and yet expect impunity — or worse — validation or glory even. Not that I am justifying violence, but you don’t poke at a rattlesnake with a stick and then not expect a reaction, do you? What did they think was going to happen?
Because you know what? If troll culture gets a pass, we’ll start seeing it more and more often, like at this rally just moments ago for another presidential candidate!
The solution is not to allow more and safer disruption of people who really should not be there in the first place. We don’t need to protect the trolls, they need to be legally ejected or arrested if they are disruptive. To coddle them will only make things worse.
Whatever happened to agreeing to disagree? How did we get here? How do we get back to something a little more sanity based?
The slow slide of first amendment freedoms, of all personal liberties in fact, we have seen over the past few decades is not a good thing. It is not American. It is not freedom. It is not liberty. It is not justice for all.
Troll culture is not a step forward, it is a big step back.
08 Tuesday Mar 2016
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Sometimes I wonder if people in the “real world” ever think about these same things we discuss here in red pill forums.
Well today I got my answer while talking to a longtime customer and volunteer for my farm biz, who is in his mid-60s (I am guessing), was a soldier in Vietnam, and then owned and operated his own metal fabrication business for most of his life before he retired.
He had come to talk about a metal sign he is going to make for my biz. Then, and I don’t even know what brought it up, we got to talking about how much things have changed over his lifetime.
He was a young man when massive social changes we are still grappling with today took place, perhaps a few years but not much older than those who spearheaded the sexual revolution, feminism, and the flower child movement.
He’s about as close to a real life example of “The Patriarchy” as you’ll find: white, male, middle class.
He likes hot rods and has a pristine candy apple red one in every class: pickup, sport car, convertible, and road bike. He’s extremely kind, loves animals, and is always willing to lend a hand. When he does, he always works twice as hard as anyone else, and he smiles and jokes while he does it. He’s the epitome of the “good guy.”
He and his wife have been married for life and as far as I can see (without living with them in their home) they are very happy together and still enjoy each other’s company even after many years together. If they weren’t happily married I am pretty sure I’d be able to feel that, but instead I feel much love, respect, and joy between them. They are one of those couples that listen carefully and with anticipation when their other half talks, and they beam at each other with affection. (So cute!!!)
I think he was taken off guard by my openness to him expressing what he had to say. How he felt about being a white male in America today. How many times his company had the lowest bid, but was still passed over so the contract could go to a minority. How he felt frustrated that it was OK for people to say almost anything anymore — except — if they had his value system or his beliefs. How it felt to go from the “typical American man” to the embodiment of “the problem.” (To which I said, “Actually, men like you built this country!” He perked up with pride at that.)
He also talked about how concerned he was over the state of things in our country, how the America he loved (where folks were self-reliant, self governed, knew what the right thing to do was and actually did it, worked hard, had dreams, got ahead, etc.) was slipping away and being replaced by something much less. He expressed his concerns about the economy, jobs being outsourced, political parties that seemed to represent their own interests over those of the people, how money runs the country now, how so few Americans seemed to notice or even care.
I sat and listened to all he had to say, all of it very insightful and not unlike the things typically discussed around the manosphere, and it occurred to me — we were having a totally not-ok, not socially approved, not safe space friendly, uncensored, not PC discussion. We laughed even, realizing how “not OK” it was to talk of such subjects!
And it was refreshing as all get out! By golly, I think it may have even made his day. I could tell he hated to have to wrap it up and head out. And I was honored that he had opened up to me, that I had been able to give him a safe space to voice his inner thoughts in a world where it’s not so safe for him to do so anymore.
I wonder how many other people secretly see that the Emperor has no clothes, and they are just quietly doing their best to get along and go along with a world that makes no sense sometimes. Maybe, just maybe, there are a lot more than we may know!
(As an aside, and not to get political but: He votes. And he’s says he’s voting for Trump. He said as far as he can see, Trump is the only one who has the guts or the ability to take on the status quo and put the power back in the hands of the people. And he said it would not be a moment too soon, before the country he loves, fought for, watched his friends die for, goes so far down this road it’s on that there is going to be no going back. No more America as we know (or knew) it. But he did joke that perhaps Trump could use some “finishing school.”)
And then I saw the cover of the Feb. 2016 “New Yorker,” and I wondered if they hadn’t gotten it completely all wrong? Would the dead presidents perhaps be wildly cheering, instead?
Notes From a Red Pill Girl 