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?