You Have to Support the Prejudice of Your Spouse If You Want to Stay Happily Married

You Have to Support the Prejudice of Your Spouse If You Want to Stay Happily Married

Everybody has a prejudice. For some, it might relate to a group of people: blacks, whites, Jews, Muslims, etc. For others, it might relate to a topic: abortion, adoption, patriotism, etc. The prejudice comes from years of personal experience. And by the time that person becomes an adult, the prejudice becomes ingrained in their personality. If you remove the prejudice of the individual, you remove an important aspect of their personality.

Again, everybody has at least ONE prejudice.

If you want to stay happily married, you have to support the main prejudice of your partner. You can’t play the contrarian: “Yes honey, but…” Or, “I don’t think you’re considering the following…” Only a fool would contradict their spouse in this regard.

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They supported the prejudices of one another for 50 years

My wife has a prejudice against a certain group of people. But she is not alone…every woman that I’ve dated has had a prejudice of some sort! So I never contradict her. I either agree with her or remain silent. And she does the same for me; she understands the bias I have on certain topics and she never contradicts me in this regard.

The secret to marriage is being able to respect the discrimination and bigotry that lies in your partner.

Relationship experts will tell you the opposite. They’ll tell you to overcome your bias, to live in a cotton-candy universe. They’ll repeat the globalist agenda of the day…all the while ignoring the realities of marriage. In short, they reserve the right to be secretly prejudiced, yet they want you to remove yours.

Remember: If you want to stay happily married, you have to support the prejudice of your partner.

See Related Article: What’s the Most Pathetic Love Song of All Time?

Every Married Man Will Experience a Crisis of Trust

Every Married Man Will Experience a Crisis of Trust

Weddings are so beautiful: the cake, the dress, the emotional speeches. And then you have the photos being uploaded to Facebook, the countless likes and comments. The couple walks into an ambiguous tomorrow…like the end of a Hollywood movie.

And then reality sets in. Or, the mundane circumstances of everyday life. The common, the boring, and the trivial.

It’s during this time that EVERY married man will experience a crisis of trust.

I was married for one year before I had my “crisis of trust.” One day, it just hit me…”Oh sh*t! This woman can destroy the life!” It wasn’t that I believed that she would do it; it was the fact that she had the power to. Via marriage, I had given her a key to my potential destruction. She could be the Brutus to my Caesar. The Robin Givens to my Mike Tyson.

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The fear of every married man. After she says “I do,” you might be done for…

Eventually, I overcame my fear. I realized that I could not live with jealousy for the rest of my life. So the best thing I could do was excel, reaffirming my dedication to the Alpha-male lifestyle. My dedication to this goal, along with the bond we had already created, would be the best “glue” for our marriage.

Not long after, I spoke with several other married men on the topic. As it turns out, they also had the “crisis of trust.” One guy was searching his gal’s telephone while she was sleeping, another guy  was looking through his wife’s laptop, etc. Every man went through the same thing. And funny enough, these men eventually came to the same conclusion as I did – you cannot live in constant fear that your wife will cheat on you. So you have to exchange your doubts for your peace of mind.

The majority of married men will eventually trust their wives – not because they are 100% sure of her fidelity, but because they cannot accept a life of continual jealousy and fear.

See Related Article: What’s the Most Pathetic Love Song of All Time?

 

 

Relationship Experts are Scamming People by Telling Them to “Just Communicate”

Relationship Experts are Scamming People by Telling Them to “Just Communicate”

Relationships “experts” will often tell couples to “just communicate.” This is the go-to response, the one-size-fits all advice. I’ve heard it thrown around so much that it’s a cliche. I’m thinking of opening a Marriage and Family Counseling practice to cash in on the “just communicate” Gold Rush.

But what does “just communicate” mean? Communication is a general term, signifying many things: verbal, nonverbal, media, etc. So when a person tells you to “just communicate,” it’s a meaningless term. It’s akin to saying “just talk.” Ok, yes…but about what?

Relationship experts have assaulted the internet with ambiguous advice on the subject: a google search is like falling into a relationship rabbit hole:

The University of Florida: Leading the Young People Astray

“Couples must talk about many health-related issues, including nutrition, exercise, illness, disease, accidents, health care, mortality, and death.” – From “9 Important Communication Skills for Every Relationship” by Victor William Harris via the University of Florida

Harris tells us to talk about everything. Ok Vic, but what do you say? Something like mortality, for example, reflects a person’s Weltanschauung. It shows a unique perspective. The person can be a nihilist, a nationalist, a globalist, etc. Which one is correct? Harris never tells us. Instead, we’re instructed to move our lips and let the words fly out. Pointless advice, really.

Harris also implies that men and women communicate the same – a complete falsehood. But what can we expect from the University of Florida? Gender “equality” is the defacto religion at college: you either agree with Der Steinem or it’s off the gallows (AKA, a Women’s Studies class). I assume that Harris did a mandatory sentence, nodding like a simp from the front row in order to carry the cheerleader’s books back to the dorm.

But anybody with descended testes (i.e. not Harris) will tell you that men and women are different. And communication is the hallmark of the difference.  Men talk about sports; women talk about other women. Men talk about politics; women talk about people. And so and on and so forth. It’s common knowledge. But the fact that gender difference is denied by academics is a sign that Cultural Marxism has infected the host body.

Cal State Long Beach: Making Sure You Stay Confused

“The way couples communicate with one another can be a reflection of their personalities, age, backgrounds, and lifestyles. In order to maintain a relationship, couples must be willing to exchange information about themselves and capable of feeling confident, honest, direct, and clear when discussing realities about their past, present, and future.” – “Love & Communication in Relationships” from California State Long Beach’s Health Resource Center

CSULB tells us to be honest about the past. Ok…how about no. Previous relationships (for the most part) should be unspoken about. Don’t they know about the connection between mystery and romance? Apparently not. Too much information will destroy the flower of a love that’s budding. Men don’t want to know about the three-way she had in college. Or how the ex-boyfriend filmed her giving oral and then uploaded it to YouPorn. Some things that are better left unsaid. Communicating about the past is not beneficial to a relationship – it’s only detrimental.

Note: There are some men that like hearing explicit details about the sexual indescretions of their wife. These men are known as cucks. You can find them on YouPorn, filming their wives having sex with the offensive line of the Miami Dolphins. The woman goes along with it, but she (deep down) has a contempt for the beta-male cuckoldry of her husband.

Conclusion

The popular maxim today is “You can’t believe everything you read on the internet.” That’s very true. But they fail to tell you the follow up to that statement – most of the lies are coming from the establishment.

 

Does Your Romantic Life Coincide with Nature?

Does Your Romantic Life Coincide with Nature?

When I was 18, I met a girl.

It was Friday night, and my friends and I were gathered together like we did every weekend: atop a hill that bordered a row of suburban homes. We called it “the knoll.” We drank beer, smoked weed, and listened to The Grateful Dead on a Sony cassette player.

But this Friday night was different – a new girl had arrived.

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My buddies and I gathered every Friday night. But then a new girl entered the group…

Her name was Kim, and she was the friend of my buddy Louis. She was beautiful. Kim had auburn hair, a slender frame, and deep green eyes. I was smitten immediately. She was everything that an 18-year-old male could ask for.

At one point in the evening, I walked to the top of the knoll. The stars were shining like speckled paint, splattered on a black canvas. The planets were shimmering like diamonds. I stood there, amazed.

Just then, Kim appeared next to me. She had also walked up the hill. We stood there at the same moment, looking at the same stars. She too was speechless.

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I’ll never forget the night I met Kim.

We started a conversation, talking about the sky. Then we talked about our lives. The light of a million stars was raining down on us. We were bonded by a transitory moment of beauty.

I drove her home that night. When I parked in front of her house, she held the door handle and gazed at me. The moment hung in the air. I answered her silent question by pulling her to my chest, kissing her on the lips. Two bodies collided together, becoming one. I felt her disappear into my arms.

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We were drawn to one another immediately.

And that’s how the relationship started.

So I ask you, my dear reader: Does your romantic life coincide with nature? Do they have anything in common?

When I was a young man, I said yes! And the night I met Kim was living proof. It was literally “written in the stars.”

So what happened? What became of us?

Well, she turned out to be evil. First off, Kim was a pathological liar. One day she told me that she was pregnant – but later, I found out it was a lie. She thought it was fun, a kind of sick “joke.” She just wanted me to suffer. I was so distraught that at one point, I broke out into hives.

To make matters worse, she was an alcoholic. And her drinking was filled with erratic behavior. She would lose her temper, start screaming, and make outlandish demands. One time, I took her to a work function. She drank too much and started yelling at my coworkers. I was mortified, and I apologized to my supervisor the next day.

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She faked a pregnancy on me…I was devastated.

Eventually, the relationship ended. She went her way and I went mine. But I carried the painful memory for years, unable to trust the women in my life. I was like a dog that had been beaten, backtracking and barking at the people that approached.

I learned a hard lesson. But it was an important one…

Romantic love has no connection to the natural world. The idea is a fairy tale, a pipe dream. How could I believe such nonsense? Looking back, I realized that I was brainwashed by the ballads of Peter Cetera: *”I am a man that will fight for your honor…” * Bleh! Phooey on you, Peter!!

Nowadays, when I meet a woman, I don’t care what’s going on around me. Haley’s Comet can fly by as we meet – I don’t care.  A rainbow can magically appear as we kiss – again, I don’t care. The two things are random: a coincidence. To think otherwise is delusional.

Mother Nature is concerned with herself; she doesn’t read Harlequin romance novels.

What’s the Worst Part of Being a Drug Addict?

What’s the Worst Part of Being a Drug Addict?

I bumped into an old acquaintance a few nights ago. I knew him when I was a teenager, a time that both of us were taking drugs: acid, marijuana, etc. Fast forward twenty-five years…what changes have occurred?

For me, the experimentation was a stage: a period of self-discovery. Eventually, I had a bad acid trip and gave it up. The weed lasted for a few years as well. Again…I eventually got tired of it. I grew up, got a college degree, traveled the world, developed my talents, married my wife, and had a child.

My acquaintance?

Still smoking pot every day,…still taking acid. At 45, he was never married or had children. And deep down, he’s basically a cool guy. But that’s beside the point – what kind of women wants to marry a druggie? If he does find a woman, will he want her? (she’ll have an addiction as well). It’s hard enough to find someone that you “click” with; but when you mix drugs into the equation, then it becomes impossible.

When I was growing up in the 1980’s, there was a popular commercial on television—say nope to dope and ugh to drugs. They said that narcotics would kill you. But when you grew up, you saw older drug addicts and you realized that the commercial was false; the warnings were a lie. You can take drugs and live (see Keith Richards).

There was a more convincing argument – one that was never made.

Drugs will destroy your sexual market value.

If you’re a 10, now you’re a 6. If you’re an 8, now you’re a 4. Your romantic value has been diminished. Your stock has plummeted on the Wall Street of Love.

Drugs limit your ability to meet the person of your dreams – to start the family you always wanted. It’s the most powerful argument against drug abuse. Everybody wants love, and they want to be in love – knowing that drugs will destroy this goal is the strongest deterrent I can think of.

What’s the Greatest Love Song of All Time? (Episode 2)

What’s the Greatest Love Song of All Time? (Episode 2)

Blending Ame has started a competition with me…the search for a greatest love song. As an example, I mentioned “You Are My Shining Star” by The Manhattans. She countered with some great selections of her own: “Close to You” by The Carpenters and “Endless Love.”

Let me throw another song in the mix. It’s by Joan Manuel Serrat, a Spanish writer that few Americans know. His song is called “The Woman I Love.” Lyrically…it’s perfect; it captures the lofty heights of emotion:

“The Woman I Love” by Joan Manuel Serrat: See Video for Music

The woman I love, doesn’t need to
bathe herself each evening in holy water.
She has many flaws, says my mother,
and too many bones, says my father
But she is more true than bread and earth.
My love is a love from before the war
in order to know it…
The woman I love, doesn’t need to
pluck the petals of a daisy every night.
The woman I love, is a succulent fruit
rooted in my soul just like anything else.
My friends want her to cheat on me
and my enemies’ lives are embittered…
because without intention, her lullaby envelops you
and against her warmth, pride is lost
and shame…
The woman I love, is succulent fruit
happily ripening, sweet and conceited.
The woman I love, tied me to her yoke,
in order to sow the field from end to end
from a love that speaks to us with the sage’s voice

and has a woman’s skin and lips

They’re all gone my previous companions…
My dog, my Scalextric and my lovers.
Poor little Juan!
The woman I love, tied me to her yoke:
but, please, don’t say anything to her.
We see the influence of Neruda: the focus on the sensual, the sacred connection between body and mind. And the Spanish language is perfect for the music – melodious and fluid. Can you feel this way? Do you still have it in you?
There’s a big difference between being sexual and being sensual – and we need more of the latter.

What’s the Greatest Love Song of All Time? (1st Edition)

What’s the Greatest Love Song of All Time? (1st Edition)

I had a conversation with Blending Ame about love songs—the most pathetic ones of all time, in particular. She asked me what I thought the greatest ones were, so I’m going to dedicate a post or two on the topic. I think it’s a worthy idea – beauty in the time of war.

Let me start with a gem—“You Are My Shining Star” by the Manhattans (1980). It’s filled with the uplifting, the positive, and the healthy: love is lofty emotion and it deserves no less.

“You Are My Shining Star” by The Manhattans (1980)

 

Honey you are my shining star, Don’t you go away
Wanna be right here where you are, Until my dying day

So many have tried, Tried to find a love like yours and mine
Girl don’t you realize how you hypnotize
Make me love you more each time

Honey I’ll never leave you lonely
Give my love to you only
To you only, to you only

Honey you are my shining star
Don’t you go away
Wanna be right here where you are
Until my dying day

Feels so good when we’re lying here next to each other lost in love
Baby when we touch, love you so much
You’re all I ever dreamed of

Honey I’ll never leave you lonely
Give my love to you only to you only
To you only, to you only

Honey you are my shining star, Don’t you go away girl
Wanna be right here where you are, Until my dying day

Honey you, you are my shining star, Don’t you go away

Let’s face it—romantic love is rare. And those who find it are the chosen ones…they receive a gift. They walk in silence, knowing how lucky they are.

We might be happy alone, content in the daily activities. But everyone is looking, searching; they’re hoping that it’s not bullshit. That someday – far into the future, they’ll fall asleep in the arms of a perfect somebody.

What’s the Most Pathetic Love Song of All Time?

What’s the Most Pathetic Love Song of All Time?

The Major is a romantic…it’s true. But everybody has a line, a place they won’t cross. Everybody has a moment they no longer feel love…when they only feel creepy.

For me, that moment occurs when I hear “Always a Woman” by Billy Joel.

She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes
She can ruin your faith with her casual lies

She sounds like a crazy bitch. I say run…

And she only reveals what she wants you to see
She hides like a child, but she’s always a woman to me

Yes, she technically is a woman. That’s true. But you just implied that she was a crazy bitch, so why are interested in her?

She can lead you to love, she can take you or leave you
She can ask for the truth, but she’ll never believe you

Ok, now it’s confirmed. The bitch is crazy.

And she’ll take what you give her, as long it’s free
Yeah, She steals like a thief, but she’s always a woman to me

Uh…ok. Do you have any self-esteem? Any pride? I’m thinking no at this point.

Ohhh…she takes care of herself
She can wait if she wants, she’s ahead of her time

No, Beethoven was ahead of his time. Einstein was ahead of his time. Some predatory bitch is not “ahead of her time.”

Ohhh…and she never gives out
And she never gives in, she just changes her mind

“She just changes her mind” sounds like a frightening prospect. I’m thinking of regret rape, or something to that effect.

And she’ll promise you more than the garden of Eden
Then she’ll carelessly cut you and laugh while you’re bleeding

Who can pass up that deal?

But she’ll bring out the best and the worst you can be
Blame it all on yourself ’cause she’s always a woman to me

Blame it on myself? I’m sorry, but I don’t have Stockholm syndrome.

Ohhh…she takes care of herself
She can wait if she wants, she’s ahead of her time
Ohhh…and she never gives out
And she never gives in, she just changes her mind

Repeating the chorus, just in case you were wondering if Billy Joel is sick. And yes, it appears so.

She’s frequently kind and she’s suddenly cruel
She can do as she pleases, she’s nobody’s fool

I’m picturing a woman who will end up alone with an apartment full of cats. And Cymbalta…plenty of Cymbalta.

And she can’t be convicted, she’s earned her degree
And the most she will do is throw shadows at you
But she’s always a woman to me

“She earned her degree”…from what? University of Menstruation?

Man, I feel sorry for Billy Joel. If he wrote this song from the bottom of his heart, then he’s clearly a beta-male pussy. And it’s little wonder that Christy Brinkley took a left turn on him. If I were a woman, I’d do the same.

There’s nothing attractive about a man without honor.

Read more: Billy Joel – Always A Woman Lyrics | MetroLyrics

3 Ways to Connect with People

3 Ways to Connect with People

Here are the three ways to connect with people—from worst to best:

3.) You Hate the Same Things

This is great during political season. You connect with people that you normally have nothing in common with. You might share a beer or coffee together, musing on the problems in the world. And you find out that you both hate Hillary Clinton, Donald Trump, Fidel Castro, etc. When you leave, you’ll have a renewed faith in humanity—you saw something in this person that was previously hidden to you. Now “they cool.”

But this is a weak connection. As the old saying goes, “Politics make strange bedfellows.” When the gestalt of the moment is gone, you’ll find yourself in the same place with this person—a relative stranger.

Be careful that you don’t overrate this type of connection.

2.) You Like the Same Things

Some people confuse this for love. You like baseball, she likes baseball. You like country music, she likes country music. You like sex, she likes sex. And on and on. These type of relationships become more common as we grow older, because our sphere of contact becomes smaller. We go fewer places. So people will “hook up” with one another at a place they both frequent, such as the gym – it’s mating through proximity.

This connection is ultimately flawed. Once the baseball game is over, or the concert lights have died down, then the ugly truth is revealed. And you’ll often find yourself at odds with this person. Their real nature is revealed, and you don’t like what you see – they turn out to be a liar, a thief, or a stubborn malcontent. What happened? Well, you were duped by the enjoyment of the moment, by the music of the evening. Your connection was momentary, influenced by external forces. The connection was missing an intrinsic glue at the fundamental level.

Be careful that you don’t overrate this type of connection.

1.) You Share the Same Values

This is the best connection; you both share a Weltanschauung on the world. Your understanding of integrity, respect and honor are similar. You operate from the fundamental framework of ideals, on what is best in principle. You both share similar understanding of the world.

Note that your values don’t need to be good—for every Bonnie, there’s a Clyde. For every Hitler, there’s an Eva Braun. There’s somebody out there for everyone. So you merely have to agree with the other person on a fundamental level. The hardware of your computers should be equal. The motors created in a similar factory.

This is the best type of connection – one that’s based on values.