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    Hello from the Carolinas

    Iím Joetech! At 63 I have a lot of history, but donít expect me to remember it all. Iíve been married and divorced twice and my last relationshit was a 13 year romance that ended like World War Two. I call it my Catholic divorce (you recovering Catholics are probably laughing at that one). Marriage number one ended after four years. In that time my son was born premature and died after just a few hours. At two pounds, nine ounces he never had much of a chance. Our daughter was crippled by a drunk driver, but I donít blame the drunk. Our daughter wasnít in a car seat because the Barbie doll I married thought it would be cool to keep the baby in her lap while sitting in a two seater sports car. Why did I allow it? I didnít have much choice as I was deployed with the U.S. Navy. I never had any control over HER decisions. I can still remember the car dealer offering to let me test drive another car with a car seat in it the day before the accidentÖthat was in 1977. Thereís no getting over some things in life.
    Fast forward seven years (after my college days in San Diego) and we meet wife number two. Not much to tell there. We were happy, then we werenít, then we got divorced. Why? She cheated. Was I pissed? No. Why? I didnít care by that point. Remember? We werenít happy anymore. So, off she went to husband number four and off I went to go my own way. It was mutual, amicable, and not much to talk about.

    If you want the full Monty on my last GFÖgo to MGTOW.com when itís back up and read all about. I wonít regale you with that tale of horror here. Letís just say that the blue pill was exorcised from me by a demon from the lower regions, much like Mayís experience. Only my demon was only a minor deity compared to the thing he had to fight.
    What brought me to MGTOW I canít recall. I just sort of stumbled onto the site. Iíve seen double standards all my life and like most folks I hang out with, I donít like it much. Never did. I like history, music (I play a mean guitar Iím told), skiing, and just about anything I havenít tried yet. Want to know more? Ask me. I found out about this site from Oldschool. Yeah, you guys have a bunch of refugees from the MGTOW site here. Just donít bitch about the loud organ music on Friday nights courtesy of PistolPete, and weíll get along fine.

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    Re: Hello from the Carolinas

    Hey Joe. Glad you found the life boat.
    Always carry a knife with you. Just in case there's cheesecake, or you need to stab someone in the throat. -General 'Mad Dog' Mattis.

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    Re: Hello from the Carolinas

    JOE! Hell yes man. Welcome.

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    Re: Hello from the Carolinas

    Welcome joetech.

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    Re: Hello from the Carolinas

    Good to see you Joe!

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    Re: Hello from the Carolinas

    Joe!!! Your awesome man! Glad you are here! Welcome off the lifeboat.

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    Re: Hello from the Carolinas

    Welcome to our new home. Some fine gentlemen here already and now there is one more.

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    Re: Hello from the Carolinas

    Welcome Joetech, so many joining I can't keep up with the welcomes, and welcome to anyone else I have missed from MGTOW. Com :-)
    "Whoever has trusted a woman has trusted deceivers." .... Hesiod

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    Re: Hello from the Carolinas

    Quote Originally Posted by Hesiod View Post
    Welcome Joetech, so many joining I can't keep up with the welcomes, and welcome to anyone else I have missed from MGTOW. Com :-)
    What he said.
    Every day I make the world a little bit worse.

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    Re: Hello from the Carolinas

    Quote Originally Posted by Hesiod View Post
    Welcome Joetech, so many joining I can't keep up with the welcomes, and welcome to anyone else I have missed from MGTOW. Com :-)
    For the record, neither can I.

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    Re: Hello from the Carolinas

    Yes we do! How's that new Martin doing?
    "Don't follow in my footsteps. I stepped in something."

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    Re: Hello from the Carolinas

    Glad you made it over here, Joetech!

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    Re: Hello from the Carolinas

    Hello Joe and welcome.
    I'm saddened by your story but what happened can't be changed anymore. Whoever gets out of a situation you experienced will have his scars forever but it didn't break you completely and you keep going. My respect for all of you guys who overcome even the most tragic situations.
    See you aorund.
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    Re: Hello from the Carolinas

    It was a pleasure to meet you Joe. You made me welcome in the beautiful part of the world in which you live. You are a musician, a writer, performer, an Ex Chad (you know it's true), a Technician and a survivor of events that no one should have to go through.

    It was an honor to meet you and your brother, to be made welcome and to listen to your stories. Some of which were otherworldly.

    Anybody would be proud to call you their friend, and lucky to be able to do so.

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    This is not an intro. It's a...

    Since intros are the new big thing here right now I thought I'd post an updated intro. I don't even remember my original one here and I'm too lazy to go look for it. I know it was skimpy, but I came in with a big gang from the Titanic of MGTOW sites with Tower and Blade and a few others. So...let's see if I can get this technical stuff to cooperate. Invalid file? Hmmm. I guess I'm stuck with copy/paste. OK.

    This isnít an introduction

    Itís actually an auto biography, or a synopsis of one. Letís start at the beginning, in the northeast U.S., near one of the Great Lakes. Growing up I was always made to feel like an outsider. We werenít the right religion, the right racial mix, and we didnít care. We moved when I was 14. By then I had made 14 trips to the South to stay 3 months with my grandmother. We would drive old 219 and cross the natural bridge in Virginia along the way. My parents fought with each other a lot during these trips. I learned to loathe my father. In those days he worked for a major steel company, and heíd been there a while. Every year he got 13 weeks vacation. Thatís how we managed to visit granny for three months every year.


    I have a brother seven years my senior. He traded me to his friend in exchange for his friendís new bike when I was 4. To this day I wish mom had stayed out of that deal. His friend had a brother my age, and nobody in the neighborhood liked them much eitherÖwrong nationality. I would have loved having George as a brother, instead of the one I ended up with. More on that later. When I was 12 he left for college, and I got to be an only child for 6 years. Brother never wrote or called, except when he needed money.


    When I was 16 I tried having an adult conversation with my mother about my plans for my future. I said Navy and she almost threw a plate at me. I never spoke to her about it again. By the time I was 19 I had given up on how to get mom to be OK with the Navy. I realized the futility when my mother set me up. My brother had offered me a ski vacation in Sun Valley, Idaho as a graduation present. He was a captain in the Army by then with one tour in Nam under his belt. I got a long winded lecture about how the military was ďa way of lifeĒ from him one night. I could tell that the real purpose of the trip was to talk me out of the Navy. I was so mad when I got home I joined the Navyís Nuclear Power Program. A six year commitment, which was fine with me because I had absolutely no interest whatsoever in doing reserve duty when I got out. When mommy dearest found out she was stunned, to say the least. She told my brother and said, ďWhat are we going to do about it?Ē While I was in ĎAí school he volunteered for another tour in Nam. Thatís how stupid he was, and still is in many ways. It took him forty years to acknowledge and understand that our mother always had a better chance of being sent to Nam by the Navy than I did.


    I came home for 30 days of recruiterís aid duty and found out my mother had given away my collection of books on the United States. I had a book for every area of the country the Navy was going to send me to. Now, I didnít. Mom was an asshole. Thatís when I found out brother was in Nam again. Mom lied (again) and said he was assigned. I knew better. I grew up with guys that went there and came back (some of them didnít come back). I knew how it worked. They assumed I didnít know. Well, I did. You had to volunteer to go there again.


    While all this was going on I was being stupid with women. The one I wanted to take to California with me waited until my other girlfriend started treating me like a boyfriend. If Darlene had been smarter and quicker, she might have been my first wife instead of the other one. When the other one arrived in California she was already pregnant with our son. I learned quickly that I had married a little girl who thought she was Barbie, and I was supposed to provide her with Barbieís life. She insisted we buy a two seater sports car. I asked, ďWhat about the baby?Ē Her reply? ďIíll hold it in my lap.Ē Another irresponsible mother-to-be. That summer she went into labor early, and gave birth prematurely. Our son lived for eleven hours and forty three minutes before God took him from us. Afterward I flunked my Chemistry final and the Navy was ready to wash me out of the Program, if I wanted. They knew what had just happened. I declined the offer. I actually considered sending Barbie home, but I was in love.


    When we got to Idaho for phase two of the nuclear training, brother came back from Nam and had a hard time understanding why I was in Idaho. Barbie got pregnant again. Nam was over for us by then, though the fall didnít get complete until April. The Navy was playing shenanigans with our training in Idaho. I have a feeling it was Rickoverís policy to pull this shit on people. Those of us who were asked to sign a two year extension while still training in exchange for an advancement in rank and refused to do so were not able to qualify anymore. You see, in Idaho you have to qualify on every watch station in order to complete the training. Suddenly, there were five of us in this boat. None of the instructors would let us take our tests. We found out about something that was only available to enlisted personnel. What was it? Drug exemption. Allow me to explain. If an enlisted man went to his division officer and admitted to smoking pot he would automatically loose his security clearance and be booted from the program. No other action would be taken. We were sent to Treasure Island to recover from smoking pot (LOL!). We were actually in a transient barracks while the Navy cut us new orders. The nukes in Idaho jeered at us when we left, telling us we were going to the conventional fleet, where it was dangerous. We laughed. I was an IC man. I wasnít worried about getting electrocuted by a sound powered phone. Guy #1 got duty on a reserve destroyer out of his home town. It was laughingly referred to as building 31, because every time they tried to get underway they would need a tow back to the pier. Doesnít sound too dangerous. Guy #2 went to Pearl on a cruiser. Not bad duty for a radar tech. The rest of us went haze grey and underway on a troop transport. That ship offered me CCTV school when we got back. I accepted. Barbie went to homeport and set up house. She gave birth while I was off the coast of AustraliaÖinvading them and getting shitfaced on their beer. It was so much better and stronger than the San Magoo weíd been drinking in the P.I..


    Once the ship pulled into home port I got to see my new daughter. Those were some of the happiest months of my life. Barbie was still being a Barbie and we still had the two seater that I hated. I was always fixing it. When I went to CCTV school, she went to stay with her parents. Then, she went and stayed with my parents. I got pulled out of school early, but was put on a fast track to graduation. There was a deployment coming up and they wanted me back in time to go with them. When I got back Barbie came back out and we set up house together again. We went for a drive to a park one day. That drive changed our lives forever. A drunk driver ran a red light in a big pickup truck. He T-boned us. The only one injured in the crash was my daughterÖtwo skull fractures. She now has MS and is partially paralyzed. She was almost 11 months old when it happened. Sheís in her forties now.


    Barbie and I always blamed each other for that crash. Our relationship sucked anyway and this killed it. When I left for my second WestPac I told her I wanted a divorce when I got back. So, when I got back we got divorced. We didnít have much to squabble over, just a car, some furniture, and $500 worth of credit card debt she had racked up by forging my signature on the credit card application. She got the car and furniture, I got the bill. Go figure. Thatís when I started hearing from guys I would encounter on the beach, and from guys on the ship who told me Iíd gotten off light. It didnít feel like it. But I started hearing the horror stories and reading about them. Of course it made me angry. At the same time, my mother was diagnosed with cancer. When I went to see her on what turned out to be her death bed, she told me that she could get me out of the Navy on a hardship discharge. She really hated that I was in the Navy, but it was OK for her other son to be in the Army. Double standards. Thatís the way to alienate your kids. The Bible may say to honor thy father and mother, but it also says, ďProvoke not thy children.Ē Look it up! By then I was sick of the whole damn world, so I told her to go ahead and get me out. She did, and she died while I was just starting a new jobÖas a civilian tech for the Navy. This was before the days of mandatory bereavement leave. I didnít want to go to her funeral anyway and to this day I havenít visited her grave.


    My government job only lasted two years. That was as much of it as I could stand. It was a hostile work environment and there was a Master Chief at the command who was into criminal activity. He owned a couple of crooked cops and they made sure I always got a ticket on my way to work, whether I was speeding or not. He eventually did five years for real estate fraud, or so I was told by someone I knew would know that sort of thing. I left homeport California. They called it paradise. In reality, it was and still is a pest hole of drug dealers, drug addicts, and homeless people.


    By then my dad had re-married and was still living in my momís hometown as a retiree. I moved in with them and began rebuilding what I thought was a shattered life by then. While working for the Navy I met my future second ex-wife. She wrote to me, we got together while she was working in Virginia. We got married. We moved back to homeport California where she was working for a different command by then. I had bought a house in Carolina, and had a management company rent it out for me. We were happy together, but California still sucked. Ten years after we set up house in California, my company went out of business due to bad management. We moved to the Northwest and got divorced. The charm of the marriage had died by then and she had found someone new.


    I worked for the best company I ever worked for in the Northwest. I was free and single and I had bought a house that was perfect for me. My divorce from #2 was conducted at the kitchen table and we fought, argued, and haggled until we reached a fair settlement. How do I know it was fair? Neither of us liked everything that was in that document. Of course I screwed it up. I was still convinced I needed a life partner to be complete. What a crock! Here I was a good looking, hardworking man with a natural talent for music, and a pretty good voice. I should have been on top of the world, but I was lonely for a woman in my life. So, I started dating with Ďseriousí intentions. I never wanted to get married again. Even my marriage to #2 didnít get a marriage license attached to it until some years after the weddingÖwe were trying to adopt children at the time since she couldnít have kids anymore. The factory was broken.


    Just my luck I would meet a woman with the same sentimentsÖand three exes under her belt, one of whom was dead. Talk about red flags! One thing led to another, and as the relationship progressed I gradually realized what a mammoth mistake I had made. Behind my back she had arranged to have my ex (donít ask me how she got her number) send me my daughter for a visit. Then, without my (or my exís) permission she takes my daughter up in her hot air balloon and had a hard landing which I found out later had injured her. I should have broken up with her right then and there, but I was busy falling in love and figured that like most adults, when you love someone and live with them, you adapt yourself to them. Of course it only works if both parties are adapting, like my parents did with each other. This woman thought adapt was a foreign word, and I was the one being expected to do all the adapting.


    By the time we split up she had gone through every nickel of the sale of my house when I moved in with her. I sold it the year before the crash. Talk about timing! Too bad she blew it all on Amway (which she dragged me into kicking and screaming), self-improvement seminars, trips I didnít want to take, a time share I didnít want, a camper she badgered me into buying with my retirement account. Of course there, I only borrowed the money and paid myself back with interest. While all this was going on my company was being sold to hedge fund after hedge fund. They eventually got bought by a company back east that treated us like a business instead of a cash register. But in the end they sold those guys down the river, too. I left and started my own company a few months before they were sold to a Louisiana firm. They were cheap and wanted those guys to be cheap, too. Iím glad I left when I did.


    #3ís daughter moved in with us after she divorced her starter husband. She got pregnant with Tyroneís baby. Tyrone was already being squeezed by his ex for CS on two kids. #3ís daughter was fucked. She wanted to suck the life out of her mother and I was in the way. So, after some false allegations to the police, six and a half weeks in a dump calling itself a mental facility, and six days in the county jail for disturbing the peace (I was asking a stranger for help), I was finally able to get the hell out of there with the help of Pierce county who I think had figured out what was really going on by then. They were professionals and knew an abuse victim when they saw one. They knew King County was corrupt. The day after I got out of jail every member of the jail staff, theyíre called SCORE, was arrested and thrown in jail by the feds. Look it up if you want to know more. I read about it in the Auburn Examiner. The Feds, the Examiner said, had also shot and killed a crooked 911 dispatch operator. Credit for the kill, they said, was given to the Tacoma Police. Thereís nothing worse than a crooked cop. I donít want to hear about their families. We have families, too.


    It took me a month to get my shit out of that house, and get the camper out of her driveway. It was taken to Carolina and I had to come back to the Northwest because brother had lied to me again. He told me there was a room all ready for me at his daughterís place, where he was living. Well, thatís how I ended up going back to the Northwest and got thrown in jail as previously stated. There was no room for me. Brother didnít care. Niece did. I took the damn camper to the consignment lot because brother was too lazy to do it. I finally lit a fire under their butts when I told them my stuff was coming and I was putting all the shit in what was supposed to be my room into storage if they didnít get it cleared out. They got it done in one night. It took two years for the two of them to get off their asses and one night to do the job. Sorry for the imposition brother, but I need the space. What an asshole he still is.


    Now Iím retired and living the dream. I donít lift a finger around here, nor am I expected to. I pay my niece a modest rent that I can afford and provide most of my own meals. We get along alright, my niece and I, that is. Me and brother? Hit & miss. Just when I think Iíve got it made in the shade with lemonadeÖalong comes the fucking Coronavirus. Howís that going to end? Weíll see. Maybe I should name this essay ďLifeís a bitch and then you dieĒ ?
    "Don't follow in my footsteps. I stepped in something."

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    Re: This is not an intro. It's a...

    Quote Originally Posted by Joetech View Post
    I thought I'd post an updated intro. I don't even remember my original one here and I'm too lazy to go look for it.
    Sure, make me do it! LOL No problem. Threads merged.
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    Re: This is not an intro. It's a...

    Quote Originally Posted by Unboxxed View Post
    Sure, make me do it! LOL No problem. Threads merged.
    Thanks...again. It's hell to be old, but getting there is a real roller coaster.
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