Ok, Ok…… I admit it.

I’m in a FUCKIN RUT!!!

2013 and the second half of 2012 was the worst period of my life. Thank God its over.

Everything from Me losing my job as a construction superintendent to girl having spinal fusion surgery in late Septmember. She was in pain for almost the entire year. She has been out of work since July 1st. She just retuned to work this week. Oh yeah. She also accidently stabbed herself in the eye with a mascara stick and had a torn retina and completely out of commision for a weeks in the spring. She’s a Klutz! Another pisser was she had to go through withdrawls for 2 weeks because she was on prescription pain meds around the clock for over 6 months. Brutal. In August, my old boss showed up at my trailer on a friday and told me the bad news, I was the victim of downsizing! Fuck.

Luckily, I have so many connections from being in the construction field all of my adult life, I was working the following Monday. However, It is a “working foremans” position. Not as prestigous and it doesn’t pay as well. A big step backwards. At first, I really enjoyed getting back to my roots, in the trenches, grinding it out, all day, everyday. Construction workers are retards. You’ll find a collection of crimnals, drug addicts, alcoholics, life long losers, Alphas but mostly betas pretending to be Alphas. As a foreman, you must lead this band of fools everyday. Mostly, they are good guys who will follow my lead. I learned a long time ago, you just can’t stand around, pointing fingers and barking out orders, in a working foremans position. That is a part of it but in order to maintain your status, you must roll up your sleeves and pound out work. I never ask someone else to do job that I would not do myself.

It is HARD work. It is building High end brick patios, Raised patios(inside of retaining walls), brick walkways and retaining wall construction. No mortar. drystack. At 40 years old, going back to physical labor was tough. I’m not 25 anymore. Recovery is the biggest obstacle. Even though, I have always stayed in shape, it’s a huge difference between “gym” shape and “labor” shape. It’s a matter of endurance. It came back to me but it took a couple weeks.

Oh yeah, read this kid. He’s funny and reminds me of myself when I was a bit younger. http://therockyroadahead.wordpress.com/2014/01/05/im-the-smallest-dude-there/

 

Living in the northeast on the southern shores of Lake Ontario, right now its Fuckin cold!!! No one is hiring Superintendents. My only shot is to wait it out and try to locate a job in the spring. Thats when the construction industry heats up.

I’d like to move my family to the South but I’ve fucked my credit up over the last year and I need to do a few improvements to my home before I could even think of putting it on the market. It sucks because there are so many good construction jobs in the South plus the added benefit of not freezing your balls off for 4 months out of the year.

I’d love to start my own business, I’ve got a ton of ideas but again, bad credit and no money, I’m not going to get very far.

In April, I stumbled upon the “manosphere” and took the “red pill”. I was never a pathetic blue pill beta guy but many things regarding my wife and marriage greatly improved after that point. Just ask her. I run my house now, I handle the finances, I fuck her when I want, like my life depends on it. I’m the Dominant, she’s the submissive. It works great. Everyone is happy.

So here I sit, in my rut. I just can’t seem to get anything going. Now I’ve got all this red pill knowledge and gusto and I cant seem to get going. Fuck it, I’m gonna keep grinding but I feel like time is wasting.

Suggestions?

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Becoming a real man starts at a young age:

Adult Men need to reclaim certain rights of passage that little boys benefit from, the experience of team sports.
I am a huge proponent for kids playing team sports. I did and I can tell you that it teaches real life lessons that I lean on daily.
Little league or Tee ball has been completely feminized. We are failing our little boys. First of all, the changes to the game are ridiculous. It is no longer a baseball game, a tool for young developing children. I will outline the major changes.

1) No one can become “out”. Every kid hits the ball and runs to first base, regardless if the defense actually gets the kid out or not. Little Johnny can get a chance to run the bases, even if a defender caught his pop fly.

2) Each team bats through their entire line up. Obviously if no one can get out, a line needs to be drawn somewhere. The line is drawn at every batter on the team hits once. At this point the inning is over and the teams switch sides. Again, lets rejoice!!! No one failed! And had to deal with it!!!

3)Neither team keeps score. No one’s feelings get hurt.
Can you sense a pattern.

They may seem to be minor changes on the surface but in fact this is not the case at all. At the very least, the game modifications are counterproductive for the kids that will continue to play year after year. They will have to be taught the real rules all over again. However this isn’t the worst of it.
As for point #1) No one gets out. It’s a part of life to experience failure. It’s how you respond to failure that matters. I have always helped coach the kids and an important lesson is to pick yourself up and go get them next time. The best players in the world only get a hit one in three tries. As far as #3) No one keeps score. In life, every competition has a winner and a loser. If you want to win, you must practice and compete to the best of your ability. No matter what the game is. The game of life or a simple little league game.

One last enormous pet peeve of mine is twofold, one is that there are more mothers than fathers in attendance. Where are all the fathers? Pathetic. Secondly, half of the mothers feel its necessary to come over to the bench every other inning. They have all these bullshit comments or suggestions such as” little Johnny is sad because he can’t play shortstop.” Well, I feel like saying to her, he can’t catch a baseball and has shown zero interest in doing so since the moment he showed up and quite frankly, I’m afraid he’ll get seriously injured. Another perfect example is “I think little Stephen has a sore finger or a sick tummy or whatever silly ailment it happens to be that day.” Again, I feel like turning to her and saying” How about letting me teach your boy without a father to suck it up and learn some toughness and perserverance. He will be better off for it in the long run. This way you can go back over to your lawn chair with your bag of cheetos, diet coke and talk and gossip about other people like you’ve been doing all season.

If it is the end of the game and little Johnny is at bat with the tying run on third base with two outs and he grounds out to second base, of course he will be sad. He may in fact shed a few tears but its an important life lesson. One might fail but if you continue to perservere, practice your craft and try again then chances are, you will succeed. Also coaches and players will help console this boy after the game. This ritual is called “picking up your team mate”, it is when others put their arm around that team mate and say something like “Hey, you did your best, you’ll get ’em next time”. It shows him that his entire team has his back and supports him because he tried his best.

We really need to make a unified effort to reclaim the game that feminism has changed for the worse. Mothers, please come to the games and enjoy your sons, while they have fun and compete. You must trust that, we as Fathers know what we are doing and will teach your sons many valuable life lessons. Let it happen, He will thank you for it much later in life.