“We are Forerunners. Guardians of all that exists. The roots of the Galaxy have grown deep under our careful tending. Where there is life, the wisdom of our countless generations has saturated the soil. Our strength is a luminous sun, towards which all intelligence blossoms… And the impervious shelter, beneath which it has prospered.”

The sex ain’t worth the cost

That picture above is from the wedding album of a Taiwanese financier who married a Taipei-based fashion blogger. They got married on the island of Capri, and apparently their wedding cost many, many millions of dollars. And that is about as kind as I can be about all...

A sense of perspective

One of the most common and prevalent themes within the Manosphere, or at least among its writers based in America, is the one about how America is now turning into the kind of Marxist-socialist hellhole that this country once fought. There are plenty of writers in the...

Saving Souls, Pt. 2: Resilience

A few days ago I wrote up a piece about how “waking up” can be incredibly painful yet liberating at the same time, and how accepting the truth can quite possibly save your life. As it turns out, Rollo Tomassi, who ultimately inspired that bit of commentary...

Saving souls, Pt. 1: Immunisation

Perhaps the most severe consequence of “taking the red pill”, or “waking up”, or whatever you prefer to call it, is that you usually undergo a deep personal crisis in which just about every core belief that you have ever held comes into...

In which I am greatly upset

Our good friend- or should I say, former friend?- Adam Piggott, the Gentleman Adventurer, decided to pull a Marc Antony and bury Caesar instead of praising him (by way of blatantly ripping off borrowing liberally from Don Rickles): Dear friends, dear...

Clear out the trauma unit…

What happens when a manly man of righteous manliness, whose opinions are completely unfair, unbalanced, and unmedicated, takes on a harpy and a banshee in a single interview? Well… this does. Crank up the sound to full surround, grab a beer in one hand...

Yes, they’re ALL “like that”

[T]he secret of steel has always carried with it a mystery. You must learn its riddle, Conan, you must learn its discipline. For no one, no one in this world can you trust. Not men, not women, not beasts… This you can trust. — Conan the Barbarian’s...

“The Elites are blind, Arbiter!”

During my recent driving holiday with the family, we were required to drive out to one of the nicer suburbs in the Northeast to spend a couple of days with my aunt’s family. Now, I actually rather like my aunt, and I think very highly indeed of my younger male...