Pain is the Father of Pleasure

Pain is the Father of Pleasure

The point was made by Nietzsche in Twilight of the Idols:

For the Greeks a sexual symbol was therefore the most sacred symbol, the real profundity in the whole of ancient piety. Every single element in the act of procreation, of pregnancy, and of birth aroused the highest and most solemn feelings. In the doctrine of the mysteries, pain is pronounced holy: the pangs of the woman giving birth consecrate all pain; and conversely all becoming and growing — all that guarantees a future — involves pain.

So very true.

You entered the world in an orgy of pain—your mother bleeding on a delivery table, screaming as you left her body. And then your greatest victories—from infancy to adulthood—were forged by adversity: the heartache of unrequited love, the death of a good friend, etc. Your “growing and becoming”…the result of a solemn battle.

You ought to thank God for your pain!!! Without hatred, would you know about love? Without a bloody war, would you understand peace?

Dear reader, your happiness is shaped by the Storm of Adversity. Your pleasure is born in the Fire of Agony.

Pain is the father of pleasure.

See Related Post: Put Action Before Thought

Make a “To Do” List and Limit Your TV Viewership

Make a “To Do” List and Limit Your TV Viewership

There’s an old saying: “The devil loves a pair of idle hands.” Well the same applies to your thoughts. In other words, “The devil loves a mind at rest.”

The mind – if it wanders aimlessly – will veer into negativity. The trend is exacerbated by a corrosive media. Everywhere you look – from television to film – it’s one piece of poison after the next.

So what to do? The solution is twofold:

Make a “To-Do” List

A “To-Do” list will keep you focused. You’ll be centered on a goal, whatever that may be. Include a large goal with a small one…it doesn’t matter, really. You can place the items next to each another, under one another, etc. The main idea is that you’re smashing. You’re climbing the mountain of achievement.

By spending time on a “To-Do” list, you’re robbing the media of your attention. That’ll drive ’em crazy. Remember: They’d love to be feeding on your flesh, devouring your soul like a zombie. You don’t believe me? Take a look at Kathy Griffin….

Limit Your Television Viewership

95% of television is propaganda – and the goal is the destruction of the family. Television died after Leave it to Beaver, essentially. And now the powers-that-be have a 24/7 war against America. They’re a demonic force, operating from the 405 to the Capital Beltway.

They want to see Ward Cleaver masturbating in the corner of a Motel 6, while his wife gets spit roasted by the offensive line of the Miami Dolphins. They want Wally Cleaver to have an arm-sleeve tattoo, a heroin addiction, and a fatal case hepatitis C. And they want the Beaver to throw a Molotov cocktail at a police officer during the Antifa rally.

Conclusion

You have to fight to be happy. And the best way to fight is twofold: Make a “To-Do” list and limit your TV viewership. You’ll find that your days are brighter and your nights are warmer.

See Related Post: Put Thought Before Action

Playboy Magazine is Now Embracing the Gay Agenda

Playboy Magazine is Now Embracing the Gay Agenda

Playboy magazine…a refuge for the gay male.

No, I’m serious. Just take a look the following story in the latest issue.

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What every man wants in Playboy magazine…an article about gay sex.

Gay sex in Playboy magazine? That’s like a Tofu steak. A vegetarian lion. A sugar-free mango. It’s an oxymoron, a contradiction in terms.

But we’re in the new America. And cultural subterfuge is a 24/7 game. The liberal mindset is attack, attack, attack. And Playboy magazine, born in the 1950s, is their mortal enemy. It’s a world of beautiful women and heterosexual male desire; in other words, the two  things that liberals hate the most. So they cannot sleep – they won’t rest – until the magazine is serving their twisted Weltanschauung.

Disney suffered a similar death. That noble creation, born in the mind of a high genius (Walt Disney) now made to lick the stiletto heels of Der Feminism. The Mickey Mouse movies are gone, replaced with a “guurl-power” agenda. How can you stomach it? Is there a movie worth watching? A music worth listening to? Everything has been run through the Pink Floyd meat grinder.

“If you don’t read about the gay sex, you can’t have any pudding! Yes, you with the Playboy magazine in your hand, stand still Laddie!”

Remember this: Liberal do not create…they destroy: Ghostbusters, Star Wars, Disney….and now Playboy. They will not rest until the world resembles their image. And what is that image? Brace myself, my dear reader…and place your hand over mouth (in case you just ate lunch):

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What Was the Greatest Wrestling Moniker of All Time?

What Was the Greatest Wrestling Moniker of All Time?

The answer: Haystacks Calhoun.

“The gargantuan wrestler [600 pounds] was one of the foremost drawing cards during the industry’s “Golden Age” of the 1950s and 1960s while sporting his trademark white T-shirt, blue overalls, and horseshoe necklace. He is recognized as being among the chief pioneers for the sport’s super-heavyweight attractions.”

Not one haystack, mind you. That would be too small, too meager. A 600-pound-man is plural. More than one. He’s a myriad, a cornucopia, and a plethora.

Perhaps as a boy…perhaps then he was a singular Haystack. But those days are over. He overcame anorexia, defeated the demons of bulimia. Now he’s a king, high atop the Mountains of Girth.

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Haystacks Calhoun ties up an opponent.

Other wrestlers had interesting names: King Kong Bundy, The Iron Sheik, etc. And those were nice…they took us to different world. But at the end of the day, they were runners-up at the Nomenclature Awards. For the greatest wrestling moniker belonged to one man, and one man alone.

His name was Haystacks Calhoun (1934-1989).

See Related Post: RIP George “The Animal” Steele

Book Review: A History of St. Kitts: The Sweet Trade by Vincent K. Hubbard

Book Review: A History of St. Kitts: The Sweet Trade by Vincent K. Hubbard

The Caribbean has a fascinating history. The glorious events are discussed in A History of St. Kitts: The Sweet Trade by Vincent K. Hubbard. The book is wonderfully comprehensive, starting in the Pre-Colombian era (i.e. before the Spanish arrival) and finishing in the 1990s. Hubbard takes the reader to Indian Wars, sugar plantations, and WW2 battlefronts. It’s a real page turner.

Here’s the rundown from Major Styles…

The Indians of the Caribbean Were a Warlike People

I wrote about Pre-Colombian violence in a recent post. Despite what history teachers have taught us, the Native Americans were not all peaceful. The Caribs were a prime example. They were the dominant tribe when the Spanish arrived (thus the term “Caribbean”). They rose to the top with the Ultra-Violence (to quote Alex the Droog). For them, New Years in Cologne was the work of amateurs.

“…the Caribs had attacked and killed all the Arawak males and taken their women as slaves…During wars there is good evidence that parts of the enemies’ bodies were eaten, the theory being that consuming these parts would impart the courage of the vanquished to the victors,” (p. 11).

So the Caribs committed genocide against the Arawak, ate their bodies, and turned their wives and daughters into sex slaves. Nice…what a group of guys.

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The Caribs engaged in genocide, cannibalism, bridal theft, and rape. Keep moving people…nothing to see here.

I guarantee that you won’t hear that story in your American History class.

As I’ve told you before, America is controlled by Cultural Marxism – the theory of oppressor/oppressed. Historically speaking, this means that every event must have the same conclusion: evil Europeans destroyed the noble, indigenous tribes.  Subsequently, because of Cultural Marxism, your children will never be taught an accurate history in a public school.

St. Kitts Was the Most Valuable Spot on Earth…and it Was All Because of Sugar

We forget the power of sugar; there was a time it was the most valuable product on earth. And little St. Kitts – with a unique soil and climate – was able to produce a high-quantity of sugar. So the battle was on…the country that had St. Kitts would rule the world. And that country was England.

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A sugar plantation in St. Kitts from the 1700s. The tiny island was making more money than all of England.

A West Indian sugar planter was rich. No, scratch that…filthy rich:

“At a time when a person in England with an income of 100 a year was considered well off, some of the richest West Indian planters had incomes of thousands of pounds per annum…There was a saying in seventeenth-century England that a wealthy person was ‘As rich as a West Indian Planer’.”

At one point, tiny St. Kitts was generating more cash than all of England. Needless to say, the profits were boosted by slave labor. That’s a story in and of itself (and a brutal one, no doubt).

The Modern World Was Shaped by Geopolitical Treaties

Many of the nations that we currently know were formed via precarious treaties. An example of this was The Treaty of Breda, signed between the warring factions in the Leeward Islands: England, France, the Netherlands and Denmark. What caught my attention was a detail in the treaty, where the future territories were divided:

“In order to regain their half of St. Kitts, the English gave the French all of Nova Scotia in Canada. The Dutch had the choice of keeping either Surinam or New York. They selected Suriname,” (p.50).

What if New York City became a Dutch colony? Would there be a Manhattan? It’s a question worth asking. Clearly, Suriname was never able to achieve economic greatness. And the same can be said for the Dutch nations of Aruba and St. Martin.

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The Dutch chose Suriname over Manhattan (The Treaty of Bereda). What would have happened if they chose Manhattan instead? Would this have ever existed?

History often hinges in a single event. And millions of people can be affected by the signing of a pen or the casting of a vote.

Summary

I highly recommend A History of St. Kitts: The Sweet Trade. Moreover, I encourage people to read more on the history of the Caribbean. It’s a unique place with a history that’s intriguing and, most importantly, rarely told.

The Reason that “Right Back Atcha Babe” Was Not a Hit Song

The Reason that “Right Back Atcha Babe” Was Not a Hit Song

Right Back Atcha Babe” is a song by Tim Mcgraw from the album Emotional Traffic . It has a fantastic beat, wonderful vocals, and a beautiful sentiment in the chorus.

“Right back atcha babe/ Just like a boomerang, everything good you threw my way/ Right back atcha babe/ Best that you get ready/ There’s a whole lot of loving that’s gonna be coming/ Right back atcha babe”

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I heard the song on a Delta flight from Atlanta to Vegas, and I replayed it fifty times. So I got to wondering…why was it not a hit song? To answer the question, I reflected on the number one rule of songwriting:

The lyrics to a hit song will always make a woman feel good about herself.

As Harlan Howard (author of “Tiger by the Tail”) used to say, “Women buy 90% of music and they make men buy the other 10%.” Very true. So I put the lyrics of “Right Back Atcha Babe” under inspection. Do they make a woman feel good about herself?”

That night in Phoenix when you stole my jeep
Then you brought it home with a new stereo, baby, that was sweet…Oh and how can I forget the day you gave me my red guitar?

We’re off to a bad start. Women want to receive gifts…not give them. So the song has already failed. It’s ignoring the structure of courtship, where men are the pursuer and women are the pursued. The writer probably thought he was being a good-little-feminist. But gender equality only works in the protected hallways of academia: not in the real world.

First things first
I want you to close your eyes
This may not even come close to that first kiss you gave me
But I’m gonna try
Oh and here’s that ring you’ve been waitin for all these years
As for the tears, that you’ve cried
When we made love the first time

I highlighted the problematic part. Women don’t want to cry after sex…no matter how many romance novels we read. They want to feel exhilarated in the arms of an Alpha king. The only women that cry after sex are addicted to Cymbalta.

We don’t need to go any further with our analysis, the song has already failed. Again, remember the important rules:  For a song to be a hit, the lyrics will always make a woman feel good about herself.

The customer is always right…and the customer for music is a woman.

 

 

The Far-Left is Forever Married to the “Muh Russia” Conspiracy

The Far-Left is Forever Married to the “Muh Russia” Conspiracy

The Comey decision will finally end the “muh Russia” controversy. Remember when the wage gap was bedunked? Or what about the campus rape myth? The liberals gave up on the lies!

Oh wait…never mind.

The liberals ALWAYS double down. When you catch them in a lie, they don’t apologize; instead, they go for the bigger lie. The whopper gets larger. They accuse you of doing of what they just did. They gaslight.

Remember the recount? We found out that Democrats were tampering the ballots, and not the Republicans. But the Libs never apologized. Instead, they invented the “muh Russia” conspiracy.

Fifty years from now, the libs will still be crying about Russia – it’s now part of their identity.