
Being a science fiction fan, one of my talents is being able to recall obscure dialogue from certain films at will.
As such, ill begin the following brief treatise by doing just that.
In the 2002 remake of the Time Machine ( was it really that long ago?!) , Jeremy Irons plays the closest thing the movie has to a villain. In a back and forth with the protagonist, the villain says a topical line :
"You're a man tortured by those two most terrible words. WHAT ....IF..."
That line's stuck with me ever since, largely because everywhere I look, I see people in a state of constant regret. They're always thinking "what if" X happened instead of Y.
Such is the natural reaction of a man when he's been forced to proceed down a course of action not of his own free will. In our modern, matriarchal society, decisions about how many kids and under what circumstances they're conceived and born are no longer determined by the male. When cupcake comes home with the words "Im Late", or a positive pregnancy test, the man's suddenly and painfully aware his life is no longer his own to determine. Worse, he's locked into choices he's forced to make on account of the decisions of someone else.
As I flew to Southern California ( as a passenger, regrettably. Left Seat or Bust!), I observed the airplane full of people, wondering why they weren't happy they're doing something ancient man considered the mark of insanity. The view out my little porthole in coach class wasn't available to Aristotle or Socrates-and to think of where we'd be now if they could! But it didn't take long to understand why my surroundings were so. The women don't care about anything beyond themselves, and the men were too tired because, whatever the circumstance, they were working for some gash. A few lucky guys had some respite at 36,000 ft before reporting to their designated master(s) at LAX.
What if.
For some men, those words are a millstone. For those of us aware of the Desert of the Real, they're words of celebration.
One Beach, Two Men, Three Viewpoints.
In Pulp Fiction, part of the movies charm comes from the dialogue between the characters. In the second cutscene between hitmen Jules and Vincent, the latter breaks down how the same burger sold in America is called a "Royale With Cheese".
An example of how one item can be two different things depending on the viewpoints of the consumer.
And so we come to Santa Monica beach, California. My friend and his wife invited me along for a group trip to the same, and so we went. I observed that as I watched the ocean, the beach, and the sky as aircraft from LAX crossed to and fro, his wife was busy watching me and the other men on the beach. Once she stopped man watching, her next activity was nagging my friend with pointless questions and inquiries unrelated to anything we were doing at the time. Given the irrelevancies of her statements, I ignored her when those comments were directed my way.
I realized, observing the stunning beauty and area I was privileged to experience, that to a female mind none of this had any value. As I looked about and contemplated my small place in the grand scale of the universe, all she likely saw was a chance to shit test her husband some more. We were all there, seeing the same sandwich on the menu- but I was the only one able to really savor the "Royale With Cheese".
My friend was too busy being nagged to appreciate the surroundings, and his wife was always looking for the bigger better deal as all women do instinctually.
Living the Red Pill lifestyle isn't about shunning women, avoiding sex ,or trying to overthrow the social systems which we dislike. It's about stopping to smell the roses, see the views, and being able to appreciate the simple and beautiful joys of life on our own terms, as thinking men. None of that is possible when a female is cracking a whip, or siring discord between men to see who comes out on top for her own base amusement.
If contemplation is unreasonable when confronted with an upraised knife, to paraphrase a US Supreme Court Justice, then such is equally true when a man is confronted with a female presence. Even in a non sexual context, advanced thought is impossible with a woman henpecking on irrelevancies in the background.
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