On The Road: Debate 2020

“Man I wish I popped some popcorn before I left Nick’s place….” 

Finished listening to The Men’s Room and decided to start scanning around since I was closer to society after a very needed vacation from being in the driver’s seat every day, and was reminded there was some debate going on starting at the same time. Was it worth going live just to try to tune in? Why don’t you do just that, down below!


Left vs Right Eye Candy


End Times Report: Holy Shit

“If this were a sane show Bacon and I wouldn’t be here!” 

Red Evening w/ Jack Napier & Rob Says ain’t the only show that runs the gamut when it comes to show topics: vehicle and road trip updates, diet and exercise tips, and even black face wait did it just get dark in here? Find out below!




“Dare” ing Eye Candy

An Honest Review: Minimalism

“You Are Going To Die.” 

Aaron Clarey of AssholeConsulting.com asked me to check out his upcoming course on minimalism (https://theclareyschoolofeconomicphilosophy.teachable.com), and I was more than happy to oblige. Check out my read through down below, and honestly if you’re new to minimalism and it’s core tenets, this course is for you!


Hint: it doesn’t involve moving either of these into a palatial estate. Rent both.

Quick And Dirty: Dating Older Women

“Red flags are a green light.” – Rob Says

Kevin In Sales put out a video that for guys basically takes women that have more on the biological clock off the table. But is there a reason you might wanna take what they might have to offer? Even deeper no pun intended, do you need to take such extreme stances in the first place? Here’s what someone that had that particular problem had to say, down below!



37 Year Old Eye Candy

End Times Report: On Fire

“Itćs after 4am, time to start drinking again!” – Splinter

Shit getting burned down on freeways and down the block, some fires set intentionally? Chasing after space stations? Cuties being a thing and not the teeny tiny oranges? The residents of leftist shit holes might actually be getting tired of being in leftist shit holes? All of that and moar, down below!


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15 Minute Philosophy: In Memoriam (RIP Bowl Of Chaos)

“Don’t consider this a divorce; consider this a funeral.” – Rob Says


Ran across this graphic while replying to @robsays_’s newsletter, and that, along with what he had to say about “helping women” out. Short summary if you haven’t subscribed to it: don’t help women improve; she’ll take those improvements to another guy. The following is a message sent to the late Bowl Of Chaos. No, this does not paint me in a good light, and it may make you think less of me. That’s O.K. Though some of what I share with you may sound boastful and nigh unbelievable, I share what I share because it is the truth and it may help out someone that comes across what I have to say. This is no different, even though it shows my own foolish actions and the consequences that followed; the goal is to be open not just with my accomplishments but my failures as well, so you may be the wise man and learn from other’s mistakes, including mine. Hopefully this helps you not do what I did:

“Ever give a girl such a good time in bed she wanted to write you a song afterward?”

“I’ve thought about it,and decided you can keep the air mattress. It’s a top of the line one I got when the Hot Russian Ex and I moved into this place a few years back to get us by until I could get us an actual bed, at least at the time I bought it. And honestly, you’ve earned it: you not only gifted me but brought over the beer fridge I have to this day; thanks again so much. Funny enough, my new device just arrived to replace this one, which is on it’s last legs as far as operability goes: has been a real pain in the ass to use lately. Somber as it is, rather fitting that this will be the last message I send from this device.

“So was I.”

Not gonna lie: I miss Bowl Of Chaos. She was great from the get go: we spent plenty of time just talking and getting to know each other before we got into bed together, much like the religious folk say you should do before you get married to see if you have more in common than wanting to get in each other’s pants. And get along we did: we had more in common than either of us thought we did. Nutrition, relationships, many interests that go beyond the scope of this essay; suffice it to say we were more than compatible. We also went through quite a bit together: trading info back and forth, your ex tracking you down to my place through your phone then pulling my number off of yours, your entire family hating my guts, coming to your rescue when even your “friends” wouldn’t, making time for each other with wildly different work schedules, being there for you through several tragic and traumatizing events; the list goes on, and some would’ve broken a lesser couple, but somehow we endured. This, among other things, is why it was so confusing to me why you essentially broke things off a few months back, even though for a while you kept in touch as no nothing had changed. It is what I have learned since then that explains what happened, though given I am writing this, I learned far too late.

“She wrote that unsolicited.”

A long time ago, during dinner at my folks’ place, I was making the case that men and women were equal. My mom quickly said “that’s your first mistake.” Didn’t know what she meant at the time, but after all these years I’ve been forced to concede that she was right: men and women aren’t equal. And in no other category is this true than in romance: I’ve said before that men love externally (meaning objects like cars, property and beautiful women), while women love internally (meaning things that go or come from inside them like their partners and children). But it goes deeper than that. While men can objectively love something or someone, women mold themselves to men they truly fall in love with: emotionally, physically, biologically, almost symbiotic like. She, in effect, becomes a new person, different from the one she was before, one whose primary purpose in life is to please and support her man and raise his children. “You were my everything.” That statement, like many others, didn’t come from nowhere: you had truly pair bonded with me. I truly was your everything, and you gave all you had to me. And for my part, I did everything I could to keep us together. Everything I did, from keeping her at arms length for a while, to not proclaiming her as exclusively mine, was to no do what torpedoed my last relationship. I really believed we had something special, and sought to preserve it as best I could.


Was. Were. Gave. Had. It’s all past tense now. It’s past tense because the person known as Bowl Of Chaos is dead. And I killed her. Just like Hot Russian Ex, her blood is on my hands.

“Exactly one year ago from the above message. Crazy timing we always had together.”

When women pair with you, bond, commit, fall in love, whatever you want to call it, they truly give themselves over to their man: their will, their preferences (for the most part), and their agency. It’s no mistake that women that are infatuated with a man will totally be interested in the same things he’s in, or when asked where they want to eat will respond “I don’t know, what do you want?”. Crude examples, but true nonetheless: women are biologically programmed to be dependent and supportive to men. Doesn’t make women worse than men, it just makes them women. It’s that truth that I rejected for a long time, to both my own detriment and my partners’ demise. In trying to treat both Hot Russian Ex and Bowl Of Chaos as equal, I was giving them back their agency as they were trying to give it to me, helped give them direction and autonomy when they looked to me to provide them. That behavior on my part, though it helped them physically and financially, is toxic to women, and if you don’t catch on to it in time, it will destroy any relationship, killing her in the process. And that’s what happened here: it poisoned the bond between us: slowly, surely, and ultimately, fatally. The body lives on, and the core characteristics of the woman remains, but the person she was with him has perished, leaving her a new, broken woman, who will survive as best she can, until she finds a new man to lead and provide for her, if she even still has the ability to pair bond again.

“Don’t think she has much of a chance after this.”

That last part is very important for women to hear, if they are smart enough to listen: it’s not like women forget relationships of that magnitude, as that was one of if not the most important phases of their lives. It’s why 1. Just speaking physically, but given we’re talking women here emotions and biology are intertwined, she’ll never forget the moments where she was best laid, particularly if they felt they might be conceiving: side track just to explain something quickly, it’s why Bowl Of Chaos had that particular kind of sex with me the morning after she saw me eyeing Oregonian Fire Bender Christmas night at Liberal Alpaca Wrangler’s house; even though her frontal cortex knew I was shooting blanks, her psychology was trying to get her body pregnant. Even if another guy comes close (no pun intended), that memory will always come back. It’s why, to explain a few things: a woman’s called you by another man’s name while in the throes of passion, she’s cold at best and repulsed at worst by anything you do after she breaks things off (no, I don’t expect Chaos to read this or the books I got her for her birthday: one was Curse Of The High IQ by @clareyaaron, the other was School Of Errors by @safetyPhD), (one reason why) women cheat, and related to that, why she’ll leave if a better prospect comes along. Again, this isn’t to demean women or Bowl Of Chaos: it was a vital survival habit for them back in the day, and particularly if she has children to provide for, a survival method for them.

“Body pic she sent me after seeing my phone has pictures of models on it. She sent plenty of other pics, which I will not share for obvious reasons.”

To bring it back to Bowl Of Chaos, the last time she came over was before she took her latest gig at a pot shop on her reservation, the best paying and easiest job she’s had by far, and one that had a better schedule for us to see each other to boot. Though we did talk and even saw each other for a while, she sealed up her vagina since then, and eventually said it was over: the body was warm, but the soul had since moved on, something I sensed when we kissed the last time I saw her. Did she find a better provider? Whether another penis is involved is debatable, as is if she found a group of work friends that provided “emotional support” and/or told her she “could do better” than what we had at the time, a common lie women tell other women. It should be noted that she led me on with being ambiguous about coming over on her birthday (I had presents wrapped and everything, likely the only person that had done so for her in years, another mistake), while she went and partied with her friends. However, it can be said that with said employment, along with the perks of cheap weed (why else would she rack up over $100 dollars even with a discount), not only provide better financially, but with cheap dope at hand help her with the anxiety issues she relied on me previously to help with, without having to put out for it; though I was the best she ever had and was in fact the one to give her her first orgasm through intercourse, and she enjoyed every moment of it and would seek it out, it is female nature to see sex as their physical currency, and if they can get the same benefit without having to fuck, they’ll take it. Don’t believe me? Look at the welfare state. Chaos is on it (side note, it also is no mistake that she divorced her ex after she got tribal benefits and housing), as is both her and my former communities. In short, it is after she found better security that she left shore, never to return.

“Body Comparison pic of Paige “Peanut” Michael, PeanutPhysique.com”

It’s a damn shame, for her, but also for me as well. Just like with Hot Russian Ex, there were so many things I had planned for us, things I highly doubt she would get from other guys, especially now. Several restaurants and cider houses I wanted to take her to (she loved ciders), one of which was in walking distance and has since closed. Trips to places she has never been and are stunning to behold, including an island. Things I wanted to teach her. Games I wanted to play together. Wanted to help her pick out and learn to maintain a car. Hell, through one of my last diets I ended up losing abdominal fat I wasn’t aware I even had, which has the benefit of giving me almost an extra inch downstairs: after already being her best lover, how do you think she would’ve taken that? Just using Hot Russian Ex as a proxy, she was still physically into me even on her way out the door; I’m still sure she remembers the final 2 orgasms I gave her before she left (in fairness, I still remember the final 2 she gave me. Damn that woman was the best.) Again, another mistake. Sad as it may be, those plans will never happen, because Bowl Of Chaos is no more. Who I’ve been talking to since I don’t know. Chaos would’ve never, for instance, accused me of trying to emotionally manipulate her, lead me on about being together knowing full well she wasn’t coming over, receiving chocolates for Christmas without even saying she got them, or any of the other inexcusable behavior that has since taken place. But that’s not who was on the other line. Not the woman I cared for anyway.

“You were my everything.”

I guess, to wrap this all up, is to say a couple of things. 1. I’m sorry. You went away because of my actions, mistakes I learned far too late. I did everything I could to help you become a better you, and killed you in the process. Whether whoever this reaches will understand that I don’t know, and frankly can’t care. 2. If you did read this far, do learn from all of this, and try not to make the mistakes I did. Regretful as it may be, it’s too late for me, and too late for her. Speaking of regretful, 3. They won. Your ex, the one that that tracked you down to my place and called my phone after hearing me please you in the way he never could through the open window? Your family that hated me for reasons including me helping you see their own manipulations and fighting back against it? Your friends that would’ve left you for dead at a remote bar after being drugged? They got what they wanted. We’re broken up, not even on speaking terms anymore. And that’s because you’ve passed on. It’s a fact that has been hard to accept, but accept it I have to nonetheless. You are no more, and you’re not coming back.

“Couldn’t resist sending her this!”

Not all is dark however: I will still have plenty of memories of her that I’ll cherish until my dying day. Making her laugh uncontrollably with random jokes I would come up with. Her reading my own articles back to me while I was on the way to work, the writing of which also brought you to tears of laughter (YOU FED RATS NOTHING BUT JERKY: WHAT DID YOU THINK WAS GONNA HAPPEN!?). Her, naked on my couch riffing on her guitar after a night at the bar. Just sitting in her car, talking until the sun came up. Fooling around in the park, again until sunrise. Finally getting busy in her back seat behind a 24 hour taco shop before helping her get off, before the cops came to check on us (still don’t regret waving at the old bat that called them). For that matter, just the sheer matter of mind blowing sex we had that often had her so disoriented she could barely walk to the bathroom (leading to my “hallway” being named “Bermuda’s Triangle”). In particular, the time her mom was in a parking lot outside and I pulled her back in bed to finish us both off, where she went from reasonable protest that her mom was waiting on her to her screaming “right there, don’t stop!”; didn’t even have tine to clean up, meaning I sent her home with mommy and back to her ex with a scrambled head, shaking legs and full of jizz (Geez, I wonder why they don’t like me….). Just being there for her when she needed someone that cared, bringing her from freaking out to smiling again; again, might have been a mistake on my part, but I’m not gonna lie: it makes me feel good as well helping someone I care about feel better when they’re down. And though whoever I am sending this to and is possibly reading this is someone else entirely, and like my other exes has since chopped off her hair, gained weight and likely has a tattoo now, I’ll always have the experience of being with the hottest native on the reservation, the best looking she was at the time and ever will, the most hot and ready, the most adventurous, the most caring, the most spontaneous and fun, and most thoughtful among other things; truly, the best the PNW had to offer. Though she’s gone now, she will live on on this mind, in memoriam.

Goodbye, Bowl Of Chaos. You were loved, are gone, but not forgotten.

“You don’t have to say anything.”


– Bacon <3

#143 #RIP”

Freedom, an original song by Jordan-Kelly:

Decide, an original song by Jordan-Kelly:

Together With You, an original song by Jordan-Kelly:

Running: an original song by Jordan-Kelly:

Fare Thee Well-Stone Temple Pilots:

15 Minute Philosophy: The 95%

“Strike me down, and I’ll become more powerful than you can ever imagine!” – Ben Kenobi


Welp, it’s about that time: the silencing and banishing season is upon us and less than 2 months until Wabbit Season kicks off my twitter account gets the silent treatment for the next 12 hours, just like the first account before it got banished permanently without the possibility of parole; @thegoddamnbacon if you wanna see for yourself. Reason I think this happened specifically? The MAGAssholes apparently weren’t as couth as I thought and took yet another page out of their leftists buddies book and reported the above comment, of which you be the judge dear reader/listener and point out where I said I wished any harm to be done, only that it needed to happen.

“Nuance is HAAAAARD.”

Not to be outdone, but Drew (Baye.com) and earlier when all hell broke loose Doc (SafetyPhD.com) got their accounts locked. Drew is a strength trainer and Doc is as his site suggests is a safety specialist, so of all people you would think they would be safe. Guess not. If you take nothing else, aside from vetting your teams against the following, get in contact with them offline from these platforms, as several other members of Team Let Em Burn have done with me recently. Also, as I will be doing, make back up accounts: as I said, this is exactly what happened the last time, and I expect this to be no different which means shit I’m gonna have to make a new avatar again….

“Update: I’m outta here!”

“Meanwhile, I’ll sit here holding my breath.”

But let’s take this forced time out and make good of it. I made the point as you can see in the caption of the 95% being the main cause of the cluster fuck we call reality (and anarchy apparently) these days and the gruesome yet necessary solution to the problem. So what is the 95%? In short: politically that’s almost everyone as the term implies. You have your leftists that amount to about 50%: the Democrats, Marxists, socialists, commies, and every other flavour of rape and murder, of which since they are the glowing definition of Retardists they believe the opposite and would call you the same. The other, harder pill to swallow is the other 45% are those on the “Right”: your “veterans”, your citizens, your militiamen and  Patriots; type that last word in my search bar (before THAT’S somehow banished!) to see what true ugliness I managed to dig up from “our team”. They are just as much Retardists as the left they “oppose”: they only say the right things, for follows no fucking less. To touch on that, people have used my low amount of follows as an attack on me: does that mean you fucking retards doing so worship Taylor Swift and Kim Kardashian? Or, to take a “Christian” example, Joel Olsteen? Because those don’t seem like very moral and intellectual figures to follow, yet most of the 95% seem to follow them.

“What is this Quality over Quantity you speak of?”

I guess at this point we should define what Retardism is, given I’ve been throwing that term around for a while now. Luckily I already got ahead of myself and wrote about it in an old This Week In Philosophy post, Edition 2 specifically. So here that is, and I’ll do my best to fix the pictures and their captions to make more sense:

“Part 1: Defining Retardism

“The weak follow religions they were indoctrinated into, believing they have no master.”

It’s been over a year since I wrote the Veganism As A Religion article. Some people found it eye opening, or at least interesting. Others (you can guess who) absolutely hated it, if they read it at all. Suffice it to say that, at the least, it has held true, if not prophetic: far from just being content not eating actual food and subsisting on what food eats while “doing no harm”, they have an inherent, emotional drive to prosecute the “non-believers”, sinners of their worldview, despite all contrary evidence and while believing they follow no doctrine.

However, it goes deeper than that. Almost inexorably vegans also fall in line with environmentalism, climate change activists, feminism, gun control, body positive, and other varying socialist cult movements, all of which degrade the quality of human life, and to a degree all life, though they believe the opposite to be true. Why is this the case? It is the brain virus I coined the term for about 3 months after writing that article, realizing that veganism was merely a symptom of the problem, not the cause. The cause is Retardism.

Retardism has many roots: genetic, epigenetic, cultural,etc. Ultimately, it is anti-progress, anti-human, anti-life as we know it. It is the equilibrium to sentient & societal accomplishment, the equal and opposing action to the advancement of humanity. It is no mistake that the worst solutions, if they have one at all, are promoted as the best, and the best are demonized as the worst. In the case of veganism, the worst diet (outside of the modern American diet) is portrayed as the healthiest. What’s more: it attaches morality to the movement, giving them license to go after those that don’t subscribe, all the while saying they’re doing the least harm and say that all life is precious.

Again, I go into this in the article, but look at what the Cover Chick is holding aside from your attention. That rose was indeed alive, and likely wanted to continue living, yet was cut for cosmetic reasons. Are cultists like @jeffbellamar going to come after her for that? No, and the reason is because humans cannot sustain themselves on red roses like they can on red meat. They will, however, shame you for enjoying a steak dinner, protest outside of farms that feed “precious lives”, and even celebrate the death of those that dare question them. However, though they may be agents of destruction, they are not the the reason behind the movement. They are merely pawns in the movers hands, NPC’s to the puppetmaster. A head of the Hydra, fueled by the heart of it.

As always, I like to have an actionable solution. What can be done with them? Recognize they are merely a flavor of Retardism, the opposite of the truth, and treat their convictions as such. Even better, should you choose to engage them at all, understand that reason and evidence will be ineffective in changing their minds, given they were never reasoned into their mindset to begin with. Instead, and far more effective, is mockery and ridicule: it still won’t change their minds, but at best it’ll give them pause, and at worse it’ll get under their skin. And since they make the world a worse place to live in, why the hell not?”

That was the first part of a post published on November 4th, 2019, well after the last one was written out on a bike ride a couple of days after the Halloween that emptied the last of my own humanity: either ask me, find it yourself, or wait until the next Halloween to find out. But this was not a new concept to me even then: before that I simply labelled them The Stupid for at least 4 years, before realising stupid can be fixed and I needed an actual term that defined the problem better. By the way, in case you were unaware, here’s the definition of retard, ripped straight from Merriam Webster:

retard verb

re·​tard | \ ri-ˈtärd \

retarded; retarding; retards

Definition of retard (Entry 1 of 2)

transitive verb

: to delay or impede the development or progress of : to slow up especially by preventing or hindering advance or accomplishment

chemicals to retard the spread of fire

intransitive verb

: to become delayed : to undergo retardation

retard noun


Definition of retard (Entry 2 of 2)

1\ ri-​ˈtärd \ : a holding back or slowing down : RETARDATION

2\ ˈrē-​ˌtärd \ offensive : a person affected with mental retardation

3\ ˈrē-​ˌtärd \ informal + usually offensive : a foolish or stupid person

“https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/retard#synonyms for moar.”

How does that apply here? Think of transportation, a bicycle to make it simple. The idea of transportation is to get from point A to point B as fast efficient and intact as possible. To do that you need motion, mainly acceleration and sustained velocity to do so. The opposite of that, as stated above, would be to retard acceleration or velocity, ie your brakes. Obviously when applied correctly this is a good thing, and as an aside one reason I don’t just slam women for being women: they often err on the side of caution by nature and put the brakes on anything potentially risky, and that’s a good thing when checked. But, when applied all the time, good luck getting fucking anywhere.

“Why won’t this door fucking open?”

And as stated above, that’s what you see not just in politics, but anything not directly bolted down to reality: language, unlike it’s intended purpose of describing the real world, is instead used to distort and “manipulate” it. And given all politics is in language, the usual suspects and the ones listed above, the talking and posturing and redefinitions and projections and even threats can go on without impunity.

Until you make it real.

This is one such example:

“Part 2: Arguing With Retardists

“Explanations are an Avenue for Attack.”

A while back I wrote an article about dealing with nitpickers, which highlighted different ways that humans that oppose your actions or ideals will try to stop you, and different ways you can deal with them, if you choose to entertain their feedback in the first place. An expansion pack to this will be written, since there are other tactics that aren’t in the first one. The larger point I’m making here though, is for the average person not to bother with them in the first place, because they’re merely a waste of your time. Today’s example highlighting my point perfectly is the easily predictable @jeffbellamar, which you can follow along with by swiping to the right.

As you can see, Jef went for the easy target that I laid out in the Veganism Is A Religion article, going after my name and going on about the myth of bacon causing cancer, instead of addressing any of the points in the post he was tagged in. So already you can tell an intellectual conversation is off the table, though luckily in my case, I have quite the canon of work in the field, so all I had to do to refute this is link to my own article, complete with citations.

Did he address or counter with any facts of his own, or disprove anything in the article? Hell if I know whether he bothered to even skim it, because he went right to another myth in the form of another attack, talking about doctors not recommending bacon because heart attacks. At this point it should be obvious there’s no point really engaging with her anymore, unless they’re willing to put skin in the game, so not only did I tell zer as such, I linked the Combat Martial Arguments article as well, giving him the playbook both of us were using, actually making his job easier.

Again, no reference to anything in it in response, but the fact I charge anything sure got his attention, though at best he misunderstood who I was charging and asked if my 250 followers pay for my “services”, which is also a dig at my low numbers that implies he prefers quantity over quality much like his diet. What’s more: he also throws in an attack at the lovely ladies posted on this page, so we can assume he’s sexist on top of being vegan. It is at this point I give him a quote of $20 to thoroughly answer his questions, which is really below market prices, while also pointing out his tactic of switching topics after being proven wrong.

A slave to form, Jef continues to press on, asking the same question again, this time raising my follower numbers to 260, so clearly he wants to emphasize that point. All I did was raise my price for being a pain in the ass, which he replied about donating to the special Olympics, prompting me to cite an excerpt about Projection and raising my price again. It has since shut him up.

The point I’m making is that this human is but a zombie: all attack against anything not vegan, no intellectual honesty available for comment. The only reason I even engage with humans like this are for sport, and to highlight as examples so you can see how these things operate; there’s a reason Yeff is so predictable to me. As you can see in the other pics, these cultists have no desire to negotiate, or even find humor: they exist only to convert and destroy that which gives actual people happiness, let alone health. The only thing you will do by trying to explain anything to them will only serve to give them something else to attack and defame: in their eyes, unless you fall in line completely, you will always be wrong and evil, and even then they’ll find something else to demonize you for.

There is no reasoning with these beings, so unless you have nothing better to do, don’t bother; they weren’t going to listen anyway, let alone interpret it coherently. And seriously, don’t you have something better to do with your time?”

So that’s one way of dealing with these retards. The larger point being the one I’ve been pointing out for seemingly forever now: if language had consequences attached, most humans would shut the fuck up. Other such ways was another reason my twitter account got silenced: remember who Quinn Wright is? Neither does anyone else, but he went with the Gorilla Warfare meme I later found out was an actual official meme thanks to @mictubis, meaning not only did this supposed comedian not even come up with his own material like this not a comedian does on the regular, but I’ve been waiting all this time for SEAL Team 6 to kick my front door down in vain. Care to guess what I did with that particular Character to silence him? The same thing every fighting tournament does to CYA.

“Anyone else notice the Ghei Hand? I just did. Not shocked.”

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But ultimately, as the cover pic implies, the solution is that for humanity to become great again is to remove Retardism from it. Do not underestimate it, for it is down to the genetic level: you can see it in IQ as an example, someone can be born a legit genius (ask me how I know!) and his seed will go back down to the average. Even more damning, that’s how a lot of politics are passed along epigenetically if not hard wired genetically: found that out the hard way when my full breed brother that I’ve known for his entire life and grew up with went full Black Lives Matter on me and broke out all the fun Oreo names; coon, uncle Tom, you name it. He did not have any real political inklings until his late teens, and what sparked it off was my mom’s now husband asking what my politics were (don’t ask me why that came up because even I don’t know), and me responding with the point made in the Patriot article and not taking ANY sides of this shit show.

Understand what you’re dealing with now? I got disowned by my own flesh and blood because I didn’t goose step in line with the black culture narrative, the result being him leaving the house in tears: only reason I believe this didn’t end in an actual fist fight was because he was once a student in my combat martial arts school so he knew first hand just how poorly that would end on his part, see my point about bringing consequences to language for more. When I say the 95% need to be brutally and painfully wiped from existence, it is not in jest: I am as serious as death by terminally acute lead poisoning. Learning via reason, evidence and reality hasn’t been in the cards as far as saving civilization for a long time now, and hopefully the example of the last few months has shown you this on just about every side now. So logically, what does that leave?

“Those that cannot learn from reason and evidence will learn from painful experience.” – Stefan Molyneux

Violence. A final lesson I want to leave here, which those that have experienced combat will know first hand. Your first line of defense is your voice: “stop, I can hear you just fine from there” is a line we gave in class to arrest an approching possible threat. Obviously if he/she were to not stop upon that command, you were authorised to strike preemptively: clearly they have more in mind than just talking or selling you their works, and you don’t wait for them to move first, because you cannot confirm you will survive their first move. I am speaking in broader terms in this piece, but look at what’s going on now. Look at the cancer that has sprouted out of what was the smallest government and populace that ever existed. Look at whose marching in the streets and what they’re calling for. “Death to America.” Violence in the streets. Burn This Motherfucker Down. I’ve said it before, and I’ll keep saying it: the best way to make fools suffer is to give them what they ask for. You really want violence, the end of capitalism and voluntary transactions, what have you? For those that can’t even learn from the present a la Africa and the Middle East let alone the past a la Rome and others, what do you think will happen should Team Let Em Burn and the rest of the 5% starts to move?

“For all the white women that really want this Black Lives Matter experience, careful what you ask for if you wanna get married later I’m just saiyan wait did it just get dark in her?”



15 Minute Philosophy: Patriot



Was going to make this it’s own post but might as well bring it up here: depending on who you actually do follow on twitter, you might have seen some iteration of this no less than 556 million times. I won’t lie: I did comment some of these, mainly for my own nefarious purposes, but even then it was a bit of a… turn off, for lack of a better word. Why follow someone just for follows? I’ve gotten flak (shocker, I know: keep reading for more) for not having the largest audience out there, but my take is that those with huge audiences either literally paid for them (yes: that’s a thing, ask me how I know) or they got a blind following due to some public circumstance. Criticise me all you want, but I personally am glad for the following I do have: at least those who choose to follow me do so for the content I put out, not because of the labels I hide behind; it is truly me and me alone that provides the value people choose to watch, on a shoestring budget no less. So what value do these MAGA army trump train profiles provide for your follow?

Glad you asked, cause I just found out.

A couple of things to get out of the way first. For starters, for those of you that never thought to ask or had other assumptions: My political affiliation is Unbound, meaning I don’t associate with any political party. The closest comparison would be Anarchy, and given that almost no one knows what that means anymore and associates it with “warlords and tyrants and riots and burn this motherfucker down” you may understand why I have chosen to avoid this title, the other reason another post entirely. The second, for those of you that are new to this programme, I’ve been online and making arguments publicly for over 13 years: what I do is rarely by accident, and comes with a lot of on the job training and experience so to speak; I started mainly in the dating and relationships arena, but I’ve done battle in just about every topic out there, including politics. Related to this: I’m a fighter by mindset. Despite my in the ring demeanor of dragging things out as my instructors would tell you, I end fights as soon as I can with the best weaponry available with as minimal damage taken, as anyone with combat experience will tell you. Hell, as far as arguments go, type that word in my search bar and Combat Martial Arguments should pop up: that’s one summation of what I’ve learned over the years. Keep all of this in mind as we continue, there’s a reason I laid all this out.

“Let’s see how much we have in common…. ”

So would I consider myself a patriot, having been born in the US and choosing to live here to this day? Fuck no. The lights are still on, the water is still flowing, and the bread and circuses are still going on, and partake and keep it going as best I can I will. But this country is doomed, especially if you think politics will save it. This in part is where I came up with the concept of both Retardism, which is the opposite of reality (this is what Clown World is based on), & the 95%: that’s the amount of the population infected with Retardism and is the reason society is fucked up down to the genetic level, and needs to be painfully wiped out of existence in order for humanity to be great again. Just talking politics, I think we can agree that if you’re reading this you clearly see it in the leftist side especially now: they’re not just not hiding it, they’re blatantly putting it out there for humanity to see, and they’re still so fucking retarded they either ignore or normalise it. But even assuming all Democrats and socialists and other assorted flavours are on that list at best that gives you a bit over 50% of the population. So where’s the other 45%?

They’re your patriots. A suspicion I just confirmed over the last couple of nights.

Aaron Clarey (AssholeConsulting.com) said it first to my knowledge, and I’ve been poking fun at the right wing side myself, if only because it gets boring to pick on lefties because it’s too repetitive: sure, you’ve got your $1,500 AR-15 with $2,000 worth of accessories and a spare crate of 5.56×45 NATO ammo that doubles as a dinner table, and a sidearm Glock/S&W/Sig Sauer/Ruger used to get to your AR with a spare ammo can of 9X19mm as a door stop. But how many of you can drop and give me 20, let alone lug that shit up a mountain? How many of you, as Joe Dolio (Tactical-Wisdom.com) rightly points out, can dress a wound or a broken bone, if you even have a first aid kit capable of doing either in the first place? How many of you even train in real life scenarios rather than larp around with your gear, but only if it’s nice out and not raining (true story: a group did just that, called it a day once it started sprinkling)? Hell, as Cappy himself pointed out, how many of these people who denounce all the evils of Marxism and socialism also pay for THEIR FUCKING CHILDREN to go to colleges filled with Marxists and socialists? As I’ve said with arguing online, it’s easy to talk a big game, but much harder to walk it, and these paper tigers marching as patriots are no different.

Case in point: the last couple of days. If you follow me @baconcomments you may know where this is going. Yes, I managed to stir up quite the Murder Hornets nest yet again. Care to guess which one?

“If you guessed ‘MUH MAGA PATRIOTS’, congrats, you win a prize!”

In fairness, this isn’t quite something I 100% saw coming especially in the way it did. In fact, even I was a bit disturbed by how things shook out. But I’m glad it did the way it did. For starters, the insults came right out of the gate, the name calling and the shaming of any of my works (this installment probably included) and everything not bolted to the kitchen sink. Pond scum, misogynist, racist, commie, tiny penis (if they only knew), woman, salad, you name it. In fairness, some of those stemmed from my own shots fired: one of the lessons learned was that when in Soviet Russia, use Soviet weaponry, and as I predicted it was super effective; got right under their skin. Now you may be asking why I would resort to that kind of language in the first place, which is a fair question. In my defence, I did try to reason at first, but my experience told me that was one of the 95% of cases reason wouldn’t even be recognised, so I switched to short circuiting tactics, which on any reasonable people (I’ll pause for you to get off the floor after laughing so hard) that at least gets their attention enough that they ask what I’m getting at. Once that failed, I knew there was no point trying to be nice at all (ask me how I know!) and proceeded to lay into them, of which then the flood gates opened up and the online MAGA army came out to play, with all the insults and circle jerking and belittling you’d expect from leftists. Now you may ask: how do I know?

“Different day, same shit.”

Because these are online arguments I’ve had so many times I lost count: environmentalists, vegans, feminists, socialists, etc. But the most recent and eerily similar? CHAZ. Yes, they had damn near the same playbook that the occupied zoners used once I got so pissed at one of their street clogging marches and found their communications hashtag and told them directly the next time I ran into one of these I wasn’t turning around. They too accusing me of among other choice things, “crying”, living in mommies basement, and my personal favourite, noodly arms.

“Can you tell the difference?”

“That’s Mr. Noodly Arms by the way. Wish I got one of those screenshots before I blocked his sorry ass.”

Now in fairness, in both cases most of the participants knew it devolved to a fight by the time they joined, and were defending their online buddies as you would hope your real life buddies would do, although reason was still on the table for those who were willing to reach for it.

“Just can’t

See why

Take women

Seriously anymore

Not one

Example to

Show why.”

The difference is that at least with CHAZ we had a legitimate disagreement about the marches and riots and affecting the very causes they “stood” for, so for all of their faults at least that fighting made sense, especially since I went in guns blazing. Most of these MAGAssholes, on the other hand, had no idea why all of this started, and I know this because I asked them directly and they said they didn’t know nor cared about the context; they were just there because one of theirs felt insulted (GUESS THE GENDER!) and came to “slap” me around for daring to say what I said. I don’t know about you, but as far as I’m concerned that alone makes them worse than the side they’re supposedly against: at least we knew what the argument was about. So what sparked all of this off in the first place?

I shit you not: razors. Women’s fucking razors.

“Thanks Houston!”

Specifically I heard a case that the reason women’s razors were more expensive than men’s razors is because women might have more real estate to shave, something I had not thought of and stated as much. This got the attention of Houston (HoustonSubGirl.com), a woman mind you, of which she took off on her own rant about women’s razors being more pricey because women keep paying for it, a point I do not disagree with. This got the attention of another woman that disagreed with her, the tinder profile I ended up striking that got this entire dumpster fire started. Perhaps I should’ve been more diplomatic, but my spidey senses told me that was a waste of time, of which Houston vindicated me on by trying to reason with her in vain, and on top of that my comment trying to play devil’s advocate was right there for her to see in the first place.

“The Dark Side: because no good deed goes unpunished.”

Did the MAGA mob know about this or even think to ask? No. Did they try to find out why this escalated the way it did? Take a wild fucking guess. Yes, this turned into a dumpster fire, but last I checked, the right side was supposed to be the side of reason and actual tolerance, so you would think the above questions might’ve been asked at some point. You’d think, this being the side of reality and peaceful Christianity, at least one cool head might’ve showed up and try to deescalate the situation and find out just what the actual fuck was going on. Nope: just like the “tolerant” left, they went full retard attack bot. And this, as my Liberal buddy likes to point out, is supposed to be my team?

“Again, show me the difference.”

If you didn’t know why I took the republican Conservative patriot side of things, even though I’ve defended their side and many of their arguments, now you know. Because, despite what they say they stand for, in reality they’re no better than the side they oppose. Not that I need any defending or sympathy, but look at how they treated someone that’s sided with them in the past and was contemplating allying with in the future, someone that’s backed them in numerous engagements might’ve even joined their Trump Train just to get maybe 4 more years of bread and circuses and preparation for the end of the world. But now, after all this bullfuck? Just looking at all the talk of racism/sexism, after watching just how many of you focused so hard on shit you and I were born with, how can you say the left wasn’t wrong for blanket calling you bigots? Even more pathetic: how many of you got hung up on autocorrect typos and other language faux passes, and you fucks are supposed to be on the side of reality over wording? How many of you, on a related note, trashed anything I produced whether justified or not, just to talk shit?

“This is what a published author had to say about this very post: was just waiting to get his go ahead to screenshot this. SafetyPhD.com is his outfit by the way.”


After all of this, the hell if I’m siding with any of you assholes especially publicly: I will continue to take everyone on an individual basis and by reference from verified good people. And as far as patriotism, I’ll treat it as I do my employment and my relationships: I’m here as long as it benefits me and until something better comes along.

“It’s called Team Let Em Burn for a reason.”

“Meanwhile, you didn’t think I was kidding about the sperg and jerk, did you?”

Not all was negative out of this episode however. For one, even though some of the patriotards made threats of violence as one does from the safety of their smartphones, none of them tried to dox me as far as I know, a common tactic of the left; at least as far as that goes they kept it civil. Another thing stemmed from BullRush’s (etsy.com/LazarusRazors) suggested tactic of agree and amplify (of which I was using my own modified version of), was it had the effect of getting through to some of them. Sure: plenty of the right wingers still took the bait hook line and sinker, even when my replies were just “yes you are right” in response to their insults. But some of them started to question what was going on, to the point we were actually able to have a civil discussion. Now my final act was going to reply and mute all of them, if for no other reason than that their comments were spamming my notifications tab and drowning out everyone else, and also so they could keep talking and jerking each other off thinking they were rolling me up when in fact I don’t even notice and move on, and I’m sure quite a few will be on that list good riddance.


“Meanwhile, this guy takes the cake on the 100% self unaware comments. A commie that rejects government? #WinningNooooo”

But for those that can actually be reasoned with, this is for you. I understand where the ire came from, the lack of reasoning beforehand nonwithstanding, and some of you may continue to hate me; that’s fine. But look back at what you did. You trashed a potential ally to your cause in literally every way you could think of, and for what, fucking words? At what point did you actually think you had the high ground here? At what point did you think you were doing any good talking shit to someone you didn’t even take the time to find out was? And truthfully, a lot of you acted like the violent and hateful bigots the leftists call you: when push came to shove, you acted just like your stated adversaries. I don’t say this to shame you: I say this because it’s the truth, and that hopefully you learn from this and it helps your stated causes. All of us still have lesson to grow from, myself included; this happens to be an important one I hope gets through to you, and if it doesn’t, we’ll you can’t say I didn’t try. But if nothing else, ask yourself: aren’t yall tired of losing most of the time?

“For everyone asking for patriots to follow you: you catch more with sweetness than bitterness, like this eye candy I’m just saiyan.”