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The Need For The Mentorship of Young Men

Disposable dads are the new norm in today’s dystopia

Titanium Vulture is an author, filmmaker, and contributor to The New Modern Man.


Sons need their dads.  Despite what many single independent woman that don’t need no man” moms might say.

I was real lucky.  When my mom left my biological dad we moved to the Bronx from New Jersey.  Around that time I had several “father” figures in my life.

Starting with my step-dad.  He hooked up with my mom after we left NJ and they made my beautiful baby sister.  The princess of princesses!  Although the parents had a rocky relationship, at least HE was around, unlike my biological dad who did not put up much of a fight to be in my life.

Aside from step-pops, I also had two of my uncles living close by…and I spent a lot of time with these younger brothers of mama-eagle.  She would plop me in their laps and put them on baby sitting duty.

So many positive childhood memories involved being around these men and learning things like how to shave, work on a car, and the proper way to hold a New York slice of pizza.  I never thought much of it as a child….I just was hanging out with pop and Tio’s (Spanish for “uncle”).

To this day I still look to these men as mentors and advisors.  As far as I am concerned, I won the damn lottery.

Growing in NYC in the 80’s and 90’s, there were thousands of kids running around the streets without ANY adult supervision.  Many instances I observed the mom leaving the apartment to go work because dad left them, then the older brother or sister had to play parent and watch over the younger siblings.

These were kids raising kids….before that term became synonymous with teen pregnancy.

When kids are unsupervised and BORED they do dumb shit.  Running from roof top to roof top.  Fighting.  Stealing.  Making babies.

In today’s age fathers are repeatedly bullied by the media and population at large.  It has come to my attention that the idea of being a dad is now a bumbling fool who must be rescued by the all knowing super mom.

Meanwhile, young men are going through childhood without positive male figures.  Certainly there are dead beat dads, but a lot of good men are being ripped from their son’s lives by the pro-mom court systems.

I have countless acquaintances that are not allowed to spend time with their sons.  This shit is fucking barbaric!  

I’ve resigned to opt out of marriage already.  And given the state of affairs here in the Matrix, I probably won’t have kids either.  However I still feel a responsibility to pass on my knowledge to the next generation.

Last year, I volunteered with Big Brothers and Big Sisters of America.  It was fun.  I mentored this young man whose dad split up with the mom.  I took him to the movies, fishing and we played video games in my apartment.

He was only 11 at the time, but I managed to nudge a couple of red-pill traits into his mind.  It’s never too early to learn a fundamental truth.

If you’re like me and don’t have hell-spawn of your own….perhaps consider bringing a young man under your wing.  We are fortunate to have survived this long in life and we can take the lessons we’ve learned the hard way and help someone avoid the BS in the first place.

The job of the new generation is to surpass the previous generation…but these young men won’t make it if they don’t get help.  Even if you’re just making youtube videos and sharing it with the world you’re doing more than so many shit-bags in this country can account for!

Consider being a mentor.  Peace and stay focused!

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Don’t Save Her – She Does Not Want to Be Saved

The “Damsel in Distress” is a powerful cultural myth

Titanium Vulture is an author, filmmaker, and contributor to The New Modern Man.


Gents, here’s something to think about if you haven’t figured it out already. The Disney fantasy of the female protagonist being rescued by her dashing prince charming is, for the most part, just fiction.  Although many of these tales where inspired by folklore from the history of man, I can’t help but feel there was some kind of agenda to place the women of these stories front and center.

The damsel in distress.

How many times have you or someone you know gotten pressured into helping some dame move her shit up several flights of stairs?  Or maybe she wants a shoulder to cry on.  The princess DEMANDS she be served.

During the days of chivalry, being kind and courteous to a lady was seen as an aspect of the honorable knight.  It was the knight’s responsibility to come to her rescue should danger, be it man or beast, were to transpire against the fair maiden.

Fast forward to today…many males have fallen far from grace.

I say males instead of men because, in my opinion, eager-beaver-dudes ready to save a random chick from a rational thought, the truth, or “the patriarchy” are nothing more than White-Knight Manginas.  They are not men.

The damsel will not respect a mangina.  A nice summary of the mangina definition is quoted below from Urban Dictionary:

Someone who espouses feminism but is really being suckered into a form of chivalry in which women’s interests take precedence over men’s. Unaware that they are merely “useful idiots”, doing what women want in the vain hope of getting laid. When his usefulness is over she tosses him out with the rest of the rubbish.

Yep, we’ve talked about male disposability before.  But its even more insulting when we demean ourselves by willfully going through the trouble of “rescuing” the object of our desire.  The idea that the woman is just waiting for you to ride in on your horse and save her from, well just life really, sounds absurd to me.

Here’s the secret:  she does not want to be saved!

I’m a life-long fan of hip hop music.  One of my favorite artists in recent years is J. Cole.  He’s producer and rapper that talks about the damsel in the song “No Role Modelz.”  The lead-in to the chorus has some interesting insight:

One time for my LA sisters
One time for my LA hoes
Lame (dudes) can’t tell the difference
One time for a (fellow) who knows
Don’t save her, she don’t wanna be saved

Women want the “fantasy” of being rescued by their knight in shining armor.  But in real life it’s actually the barbarian that gets the girl.  While the knight’s armor is rusting in the rain along with wilted flowers, the real man is nailing the damsel upstairs in the tower.

The barbarian does not do shit for the damsel.  Not even a rescue.  He just comes in and fucks her.

I’ve been the white knight.  I’ve been the barbarian.  Having played both of these roles, I’ve come to the realization that chivalry, by and large, is not rewarded in our current society.  I believe in being kind for the sake of being kind.  But if someone fucks with me I don’t take their shit.  That goes for both males and females.

I’ve taken my oath and will now aspire to be a dark knight.  One whose armor, while a little dirty and scuffed, still protects the heart of a king.  I will be kind to people.  I will serve.   But men and women will be treated with the same value.  No more of that Disney bullshit.

Gents, I urge you to do the same.  Peace, and stay focused!

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Want to Be a Minimalist? Do It Your Damn Self!

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You’re not a real man until you get rust under your fingernails!

Titanium Vulture is an author, filmmaker, and contributor to The New Modern Man.


What’s good gents! I hope you’re not scared of getting your hands dirty.  I’m not! I’m a big fan of finding ways to save money on things that most people complain about overpaying for.  A great example of this is the repair of your car.

I don’t like other men touching my women. I don’t like them touching my car either. There seems to be this air of mystery surrounding automobiles and how they are repaired.   Look, that’s a bunch of hype to separate you from your money.   Here’s what happens whenever I fix my car.

I open shit up….take out the thing that’s broken….grab the new thing…put it in….rinse and repeat.

Although there are more complex tasks that should be delegated to a professional, I am confident that with some research and a delicate hand, you…yes YOU…can accomplish most, if not all, the tasks required to keep your vehicle in good operating condition.

Here in the matrix, it feels as if no one wants to work any more. And when we discuss the importance of minimalism to combat the bullshit of our society, we absolutely must take control of our lives and become more self sustaining.

You have your two hands.

Mow your own lawn.  Build your new pool deck.  Swap out that old ass 5200 rpm hard drive for a super fast SSD.  It’s possible if you do your research.

I think the reason so many people are strapped for cash is that we just don’t do things for ourselves.  It’s like we’re a nation of lords….who refuse to lift a goddamn finger for menial tasks like changing our oil.

If we’re going to take back our lives as men, live a minimalist lifestyle and have the financial prosperity to truly enjoy the good things in life, then we need to roll up our sleeves and put this work in.  It is time for us, as the leaders of the new modern men, to demonstrate that we have the skills and guts to do anything our heart desires.

The next time you’re on the hook for an expense, such as a home repair, car or even your PC.  Consider the option of foregoing the tech support and just popping the hood.  I guarantee, with utmost certainty, you will find you have more talent than you think.

Peace, and stay focused!

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Thirsty, Weak Men and The Downward Spiral of American Women

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Stop massaging the egos of blimpy women

Titanium Vulture is an author, filmmaker, and contributor to The New Modern Man.


Men.  We need to talk.

We new modern men are aware of the downward spiral that American women are participating in.  And while feminism, the court system, and the overall march towards communism is a factor, I have to, at the very least, hold some of us fellas accountable.

Cover1267Thirsty…ass…lame…simpin’ men.

I have seen, time and time again, men willing to put their bazooka in just about anything with a heart beat.  Dudes chasing land-whales like they really have something special.

No wonder these girls out here are fucking gassed, man!

And by gassed, I mean so many of these chicks are ignorant, thinking they are just fine, when in truth they would not have a chance in hell if dudes actually held some kind of standard for themselves.

When men become weak, women get out of line.  If you, as a man, allow any woman to walk all over you, degeneracy is the result. I’m in a Facebook group for Puerto Ricans, and someone posted the above pic saying “thick ladies are gorgeous.” Okay, so perhaps the first two from the left are worth a shot. But the rest??? Check out some of these comments below:

Yes they are they are the most lovely sexy oh my God I love I love I love a real woman😍😙😙😙🇵🇷🇵🇷🇵🇷💯💯💯💯.

Followed by:

Beautiful ladies God Bless.

And:

Wow 😱 love them just like that.

Damn, son.  So men are actually thirsting over these land-whales?  REALLY? Gentlemen, it is time to account for ourselves.  We can critique the ladies all day long, but there are a bunch of White Knight Manginas ready to smash these chicks anyway. Why would a woman take care of herself when men have no standards anyway?

I propose a challenge for everyone in this man-o-sphere:  Hold yourself to a higher standard.  You are worth something in this fucked-up world.  You are the descendant of KINGS.  Always remember, modern society is wreaking havoc on our natural, masculine instincts.  It is up to you to don your armor, raise your shield and DEFEND yourself from all this degenerate fuckery.

Though we may not win our world back, at the very least we can set the example for the next generation of men to come up, be strong and demand more from these dames.

Peace, and stay focused!

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TSA and The Illusion of Security

TSA provides the illusion of security from a phantom enemy

Titanium Vulture is an author, filmmaker, and contributor to The New Modern Man.


We are not safe.

Repeat after me:  WE ARE NOT SAFE.  We never were.  Not completely safe anyway. I’d prefer to say “safer than we were a century ago.”  I think that’s better.

When I got out of the military I needed a job to tide me over while I was in film school.  Being that I was military police during my enlistment, homeland security would be a good choice.  I have experience in that sort of thing so it would be a good fit right?

I raised my right hand when I got hired to work as a part time transportation security screener for the Transportation Security Administration (TSA).  I was reminded of the day I volunteered to serve my country as an enlisted man.  It felt good.

I was put in training for a few days and began my stint at a South Florida airport.  Like any fresh out of school recruit, I was eager to help keep the flying public safe.  “This was merely an extension of my time in the military,” I thought.

Boy, the honeymoon sure ended quick!

Here’s the thing.  The TSA was slapped together as a response to the terrorist attacks on September 11th, 2001.  It’s not like it evolved over a period of time like the FBI or the CIA.  The government wanted the flying public to feel safe despite the dangers of these terrorist factions.  They did not train specialists in an academy over a long length of time.  I was hired and on the line working within two weeks at the most!

My coworkers were not the kind of specialists I was used to in the military.  Hell, a lot of them were former baggage handlers, flight attendants and flight line workers that lost work after the attacks on 9/11.  Many people did not want to fly in the immediate weeks after the attacks.

Many TSA workers, at the time I was there, were phoning it in.  Some screeners did not care too much for finding contraband or weapons.  If things got busy they pushed all the bags through as fast as possible.  Many times we were evaluated on the basis of “speed” instead of whether we actually caught a weapon in the X-ray machine.

I tried my best to do my job but sometimes it’s tough when the folks around you really don’t care.  I wonder if the gov overlords actually did legit background checks on some of these individuals.  Even the concourse managers and supervisors were merely doing the minimum to keep the flying public quiet.  What the fuck, over?

What was the point of me working hard if the rest of the crew didn’t give two shytes?  Eventually my brain clicked and I started to understand the truth.

TSA agents provide security theater to the masses

The Illusion of Security

It didn’t matter what the screeners did, the flying public was no safer with them than if it was still private security like before.

We were not there to keep a bomb from getting on a plane.  If someone really wants to take down an airliner they’re going to find a way to do it.  We were there to appease the masses.  

The airports and air carriers needed business.  They needed customers to fill those seats.  And those folks need to be comfortable.  It is impossible to absolutely assure safety in any situation.  The only truly safe people are prisoners!

In order to ensure a weapon would not be brought on the aircraft, every individual, man, woman or child, would need a freakin’ cavity search before getting past security.  Think about the thousands-upon-thousands of people who fly at major airports everyday.  Sorry, if someone wants to kill people with an airplane there’s not much a scanner or X-ray can do to stop it.

Thus, I propose the TSA was merely an instrument of calming the sheep.  Like the fence that “protects” your flock.  A wolf can still get in if it really wants too.  How safe are your live stock REALLY?

I soon left the TSA after only a couple of months of participating in the masquerade.  The pay sucked anyway so why give your soul for the kind of wage a server can make in a restaurant?  No thank you.

We are not safe.

Looking back, I’m glad I got to peer behind the curtain of our government on several occasions in my life.  With that experience and my time working as a TV news camera man, I’ve realised that security is not an absolute.  Things like traffic cameras, drones and security guards are merely instruments of deterrence.

If an armed guard stands in front of a bank, yes, an amateur/wanna-be-thug would not want to try robbing said bank.  But a professional crew?  Yeah, that dude is toast.

Whenever a crime spree occurs, you see more police presence after the fact.  But if more patrols were in the area from the beginning would we even be talking about the crime in the first place?

Now I’m not saying there should not be law enforcement or a military force.  I propose to our readership that it is not good to put the idea of safety over the idea of freedom.

The freedom to have a business of your own.  The freedom to carry a firearm for your security  The freedom to live your life how you want.

Providing you are not bringing harm to other people intentionally, party on!  Go to a third world country and travel by yourself.  Greet your neighbors even if you live in a tough part of town.  Fucking live life, man!

There are so many ways to die that you dodge every day.  Although the United States is not perfect, compared to other parts of the world there is not wide spread danger and mass-murder.  Despite what our friends in the media might say!

There’s no way to know whether you’ll survive the day or not.  So what’s the point of hiding behind a police force, security guard, white picket fence or whatever holds you back?

We’re not safe anyway.  So you might as well have fun.  Peace and stay focused, gents.

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Hookers and The Illusion of Love

Women are women, whether they’re girlfriends or good time girls

Please welcome author and filmmaker Titanium Vulture to The New Modern Man.


I always liked the idea of having a steady girlfriend.  Being from the Caribbean, my family valued affection and feeling wanted.  With going out on my own as a man, I always felt that was the reason you got into a relationship.  Sex is good, of course, however I always became attached to my girlfriends too fast and too strong.  Along with the physical benefits, I yearned to feel wanted.  Affection and intimacy translated to self-actualization for me.

What a recipe for misery.

When the relationship(s) ended, in many instances, I fell to pieces.  Like a house of cards in the wind.

Ugh.

I felt starved for affection for many periods of my life….well, that is until I learned to endure the pain of a relationship loss.  One thing that will happen when you see (and bed) a lot of women is you gain some perspective on their true value.

Outside of reproduction and bustin’ a nut…..what value do they really provide?  I’m sure you can answer for yourself.

Although I’m stronger now, I must admit the desire for affection and intimacy is prevalent.  However, I’m abso-F’n-lutely done with the dating scene here in the United Corporate Cults of Degeneracy.

Shit is jacked up, man.  The readers of this blog are well aware of the toxic femininity that is eroding our opportunities of living an honorable, masculine existence.  Dating is especially problematic as women are trying to wear the pants, and the skirts, at the same damn time.

This was bearable in my twenties, but I’ve had quite enough!

When I got sick of dating, I had a problem.  I still wanted to feel the embrace of a lovely woman.  And I don’t dig the psychological warfare of auditioning to an average-ass American chick for the honor of riding her hole.

A friend told me to pay for it.  Plain and simple.

I never considered seeing an escort as a real option, but I went for it.

Titanium Vulture drinks a White Russian!

My first date in this new world was a lovely hunny bunny from The Former Soviet Union.  I’ll never forget her.  What happened was just about the same thing I have experienced with women over dozens of sexual experiences.

The scent of her body, the smoothness of her skin, the feel of her lips on my ear.  All that good stuff that is such a great part of intimacy.  And the poon was pretty damn good too.  I left the session genuinely satisfied.  On all fronts!

Then I saw a couple of other working girls.  And I began to notice something.  These were not mechanical, wham bam thank-you-ma’am encounters.  Many advertise the GFE (Girl Friend Experience) and in all the cases it felt like a date with a long time main-squeeze.

I knew it was an illusion.  These women were not in love with me.  They loved my wallet.  And it did not matter to me.

The fantasy of intimacy these ladies presented to me was just as fun as the real thing.

Yeah, they’re faking it.  But they work very hard to please me.  And I’m truly grateful for it.  I feel lucky that I had the opportunity to explore this misunderstood facet of society.  There are stigmas and laws in this country that interfere with this hobby.  That’s one of the reasons why we promote exploring your horizons in other countries.

There are many parts of the world where prostitution is legal and accepted. (Ed: Even many European countries have legalized this transaction between consenting adults.) If you can’t find what you want here, or are concerned about the legal issues, you can schedule some time overseas to have some real fun!  And it feels just as good as an IRL relationship.  Although now I question wether any relationship with a woman is truly the genuine love we were raised to believe in!

Now, a word of warning:  DO NOT FALL IN LOVE WITH THESE PRO’S.  I’ve known quite a few ladies of the night who have had issues with stalkers and wanna-be-boyfriends.  Don’t be a white knight.  “Don’t save her, she don’t want to be saved.”

These women are professionals and shall be respected as such.  Pay them well, treat them right and you’ll have the time of your life.  AND you don’t have to deal with a relationship going good or bad.  I’ll take it!

Please understand, that this is all a game anyway.  So why not play the odds in your favor?  If you find yourself desiring intimacy and are too busy, uninterested or plain sick from the dating wasteland here in the U.S., consider seeing an escort for that feeling of being wanted once again!

Peace, and stay focused gents.

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