You know I always wonder how so many normies can exist. Why do you enjoy having your ears tickled just to fit in, it’s my worst nightmare. An AI bubble of conformists agreeing with your every ideological line of wisdom. Never questioning or throwing out an original idea, just a perfect repeater jumping in line.
When I think of my best friends it’s never the dude that’s too scared to voice his opinion. The man that can’t defend his reaction as he cries into the social media wind. Where are the revolutionaries, the critical thinkers, and philosophers. We used to call them red pill but taking it now just means you lose 3 digits from your bank account. It’s sad seeing weak men trying to justify a man that is willing to die for his opinion when they can’t even create their own original thought.
Every male coach and manosphere artist painting a picture of retardation so you pull out the checkbook. Selling you self help courses with a dose of their alpha male e-book. Men unable to question their own thought process as they become a fish on the hook. Swallowing the narrative as the treble starts to poke in the back of your beta male throat.
Taking the bait you try to escape, only to find out the shit is lodged deep in your personality and fate. Accepting the reality that was created for you, wishing there was some way for it to change. Just one more episode of Netflix and maybe things will metabolize. Hoping for someone to point out the path just so you can take a break from the mundane.
Real brothers will tell you how it is, regardless of your fantasies and anime hoodies. Maybe the truth hurts, or maybe you forgot to wear your armor as you try and fight the spiritual war. Friends come and go, but brotherhood is something that lasts a lifetime in this shallow existence we call life. So where do you see yourself when someone questions your fallacy, cling to destruction or embrace the unique..
This is the difference between a friend group and a brotherhood, the realities that set in when your boy speaks some truth. Another night out with your Gucci and diamonds hanging from your neck. Fancy watch and car, surrounded by fakes and frauds with no conversation, as the night starts to progress you’re still left feeling empty with no meaning at all.
Walk alone if you must, but there’s no reason to ignore your homies just to jerk off into lust. Obviously many men are drones wrapped in conformity silicone. Societies been completely redesigned, as an original opinion becomes shadow banned into oblivion. Hated for originality the only option is to become a clone, an AI bot, or accept reality as it is.
Speaking with empathy, a real man understands, a world filled with lonely adventures will having you enjoying the pain. Wishing there was more, only to realize it’s a figment of the social construct you’ve been praying for. Real hearts and minds will start to appreciate the individualism you chant for as you remove the hook from your jaw.
That’s when you know it’s a brother, a man you can trust. Whether battlefield or police station it’s a dude you can thrust. (Wait that was kinda gay.) Whether battlefield or police station you know it’s a dude you can no homo with as you fight the patriarchy. Damn hold on let’s just change the subject.
In a fallen world humor becomes the spear on the front line, most unable to laugh at themselves as they become the pillar destroying their own success. A foe on their own battlefield staring them in the eyes, disgruntled hate and projection become their only attack as they collapse in a pile of their own shit. Casting out ideas just so they can feel justified in their illusionary rhythm of ideological success. Identity politics becoming the queen on the chessboard of neglect.
Where o’ where are the revolutionaries, the critical thinkers, and philosophers. The pastors, and preachers, warriors, and tin foil hat wearing adventurers. Our world is starving for a bit of reality as zombies and robots take control. What do you want in your life? Brothers or social circles twerk clapping the floor..