Category Archives: Masculinity, MGTOW, and Personal Growth

Photo Gallery: Arches National Park, Utah

Arches National Park near Moab, Utah didn’t disappoint. I ended up camping out here for a couple of days in free campsites just outside of town. The scenery was nothing short of spectacular, as you can see from the photos I took above.

Unfortunately, the nightlife in Moab was not that exciting despite numerous events going on around town. I stumbled into Woody’s Tavern hoping for a good time. I did find a good locally brewed beer, but the atmosphere was typical Anglo-America. People looking at each other without speaking or acknowledging one another, Anglobitches marching around like they were goddesses, and locals talking nonstop about their careers and what material things they wanted to acquire. I excused myself early to retire to my tent, and enjoyed some awesome sleeping weather with lows in the 50s.

Word to the wise: Don’t get sand in the zipper of your tent. It was easy to do in the sandy soil here and it destroyed the entrance to my little “home” on the road. I couldn’t zip up the front door anymore. So, I had to spring for a new tent at one of the outdoors shops in town.

My Ninja 650 continues to perform flawlessly as I ghost my way across awe-inspiring landscapes in the remotest stretches of the nation. The problems of a dying America seem so remote even though I’m right here in the States. When you stop paying attention to the media and isolate yourself from this diseased culture, nature has a way of finding you, cleansing your mind, and making you forget the dystopia you’re living in.

There’s a whole other world out there, outside the insane world of man. I like that world. It’s my home outside the matrix when I have to be in the matrix. As always, you can help me continue my pioneering MGTOW, ghosting, nomadic travels through the Wild West by donating through PayPal or GoFundMe.

See you soon, from the road and the uncivilized parts of the world.

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Your Life Is Your Life: Go All The Way


Rel rolls into Moab, UT and shares some inspirational words for the man going his own way

I found the light Bukowski speaks of with his poem The Laughing Heart in the Dominican Republic 5 years ago. And now, I’m Rolling The Dice and living life all the way, as he suggested.

Something inside me woke up in the Caribbean and now there’s a part of my soul that’s addicted to flying. A part of me long suppressed that longs to soar through chasing excitement and experiences. Life as a human farm animal and a slave to a woman, no matter how gilded the cage just isn’t good enough anymore.

And so, I find myself here. Roaming the roads of the wild west, trying to push it all the way with my newfound inspiration to live life to the fullest as a runaway slave from the corporate plantation and the Anglo-American matriarchy. I now know I was dead inside until a part of me was pushed by forces I can’t describe to venture out into the world outside everything I had ever known and been conditioned to think. After discovering a world outside the matrix I revived myself.

I think the key to living an exciting and fulfilling life is to externalize the music we feel inside us and apply it to our actions in the real world. To make our lives a musical composition.

Here’s some inspiration I wanted to share with my brothers from two poems as I make my way up to Arches National Park near Moab, UT.

The Laughing Heart by Charles Bukowski
your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.

Roll The Dice By Charles Bukowski
if you’re going to try, go all the way.
otherwise, don’t even start.

if you’re going to try, go all the way.
this could mean losing girlfriends,
wives, relatives, jobs and
maybe your mind.

go all the way.
it could mean not eating for 3 or 4 days.
it could mean freezing on a
park bench.
it could mean jail,
it could mean derision,
isolation is the gift,
all the others are a test of your
endurance, of
how much you really want to
do it.
and you’ll do it
despite rejection and the worst odds
and it will be better than
anything else
you can imagine.

if you’re going to try,
go all the way.
there is no other feeling like
you will be alone with the gods
and the nights will flame with

do it, do it, do it.
do it.

all the way
all the way.

you will ride life straight to
perfect laughter, its
the only good fight
there is.

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Rel’s Nomadic Adventure Begins: San Antonio to Monument Valley, UT


Rel’s epic spring adventure has begun

Hello, brothers.

I’ve been away from The New Modern Man for a couple of weeks getting myself mentally and physically prepared for a solo, nomadic journey around the sparsely populated Western states of the U.S. I’m happy to report my spring motorcycle camping adventure intended to put into practice and expand the core TNMM philosophies of minimalism and ghosting has begun, and the first leg of the trip from San Antonio, TX through West Texas into the sands of New Mexico and the heart of the American West is complete.

My first destination was Monument Valley, UT. It’s a place that has long captured the imagination of the adventurous man. Monument Valley exceeded expectations, and the ride up to this famous Western landscape was cleansing for the soul to say the least. The weather was nearly perfect with temperatures in the 60s and 70s for most of the day. Of course, as you can see I photographed some stunning vistas.

While most people got their selfie and scurried away, I sat there staring in awe of this epic landscape long after I had taken some photos.

I prefer to stay in free campsites, however I found some bargains with pay campsites in both Red Rock State Park, NM and Gooseneck State Park, UT. Both featured camping for only around $10-15 a night. It feels good to stay off the grid and go “primitive” camping with just a tent, some very basic camping gear, and a steel horse (my bike) joining me for the journey. I have intentionally distanced myself from the raging dumpster fire that is America’s political, social, and cultural landscape. I only check headlines for a maximum of 30 seconds each day and avoid all social media.

I’ve noticed my mentality improves drastically when I disconnect from that alternate reality created by media spinmeisters and social engineers. I wrote in my travel journal: I wonder how long it will be before these idiots become totally irrelevant as the rest of us go about our business and stop giving a shit what they have to say about how we should live our lives?

One thing you learn quickly is how unforgiving these majestic landscapes and lonesome stretches of highway can be. Luckily, I learned logistics quite well in my time as a “professional driver” managing an 18-wheeler for a year. There have been some long distances where there’s nothing but a road and tumbleweeds around, which can be challenging with a 4-gallon gas tank. My 2012 Kawasaki Ninja 650 has been performing spectacularly, and averaging around 50 to 55 miles per gallon. I haven’t run out of gas on the side of the road. Good news, there.

Along the way I picked up a National Parks pass for $80, which gives me access to all national parks in the U.S. for a year. With free camping, my only expenses will hopefully be fuel and food.

Come along with me as I begin this nomadic journey. There will be updates from the road as I explore the great American West alone. As always, your contributions to help fund this pioneering journey are appreciated. You can help me by donating through PayPal or GoFundMe. See you soon, from the road and the uncivilized parts of the world.

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Top 5 Reasons I Became a Nomad


I’m riding off into the sunset, leaving a decrepit and unsatisfying culture behind

I know I did the right thing. I did as Nietzsche suggested and embraced a fate of tragedy rather than trying to escape it. My life was indeed a tragedy until I took control of it back from the bean counters and the rule makers to live it my way.

Life as a rootless nomad, a neo-cowboy riding a two-wheeled steel horse and flying all over the world (living abroad part-time) is proving to be more intrinsically fulfilling than my old plantation life of conspicuous consumption and careerism ever was. In the past two years since leaving my corporate media job I’ve already been to 47 states and 4 continents. I’ve had incredible experiences. Had incredible women. And hopefully, the adventures are just beginning. Best of all, I’m doing it all on a shoestring budget.

Why did I become a nomad in my late 30s? At the nucleus of it all, I’m living for the day, because tomorrow looks so dark. Life on the human farm was making me miserable and it wasn’t advancing any of my life goals. I felt like I was trapped in a cycle, a hamster wheel running as fast as I could to make money flow into and through my hands but never reaching any goals I had set for myself.

Here are five reasons I developed a life as a world roaming nomad to escape the cloistered, ersatz existence the corporate-government complex had planned for me.

5. Anglo-American culture makes me miserable. I’ve said it before that the more I’m away the more I don’t want to come back to the matrix. I’m now experiencing spiritual and psychological withdrawal symptoms from having been ensconced in a culture that makes me feel alive for the past few months (Latin America) vs. now being inside a culture that makes me want to ghost. I’m also experiencing withdrawals from having friendly and pretty women all around to now having mean-faced, clipped hair Anglobitches everywhere. All I want to do is work, get my money and leave again. Anglo culture has made life a living hell for a straight man from any background, but especially the straight white males it hates so much. I don’t consider normal a world in which men and women can’t stand each other and people are fat as pigs and don’t now how to talk about anything except their jobs.

4. I did everything the system told me to do and ended up bankrupt at age 30 and practically homeless at age 35. This story of “taken for a ride” will all be detailed in my forthcoming book Escape. Suffice it to say, I lived to see every illusion I was chasing was a lie in my journey from poverty to the crumbling media ivory tower. I got kicked to the curb once I had gone in debt for all the material accoutrement the system told me would make me happy, forcing me into bankruptcy. I also couldn’t buy a house or find a woman with which to start a family because I had been priced out of both. In the end, I gave away my youth so I could keep my nose clean, stay away from “bad” influences that would divert me away from the path educators lay in front of me, bet the farm on a college education and even landed the job to find out my carrot wasn’t there anymore when I went to collect my reward. Now it’s ME time, bitches.

3. The system is corrupt and the American government is filled with shameless liars. As men we are told to behave a certain way by those who practice an extreme form of sophistry – the political and ruling classes. They don’t apply the same standards to themselves that they apply to us. In my time walking amongst politicians and so-called pillars of the community, I can never let certain experiences escape my mind. Like how flippant a mayoral candidate was as he acted like a pompous dick behind the stage then, like flipping a switch turned on the Everybody’s Best Friend act as he went to give a speech before a crowd. It was quite a display. But what do you expect from the political class? The American government proves how criminal it really is every single day if you develop the talent of reading between the lines to see through its lies.  Trump has turned out to be a turncoat. The Democrats and Republicans are slightly different flavored versions of the same uniparty. Courts don’t defend the individual anymore. Believe they’re going to do anything but subjugate me further? Never.

2. Being an office drone emasculates a man. Submission is the keyword. Learn that word well, because that’s what’s you’re going to be doing in the corporate world. You will also have scorn heaped upon you for being a straight male. From being on edge at work because of the potential “sin” of saying the wrong thing to a female coworker, to being forced to adhere to extreme political correctness, to being forced to submit to unreasonable authority, being an office drone just isn’t for me. I now know that’s why I went from being fit in high school to becoming obese when I reached the “peak” of my corporate career. My belly was full but my spirit was empty. I lost all the weight once I started venturing out of the artificial, mechanical world of the matrix. I now see obesity (and drug addiction) as a sign of living inside a sexually and spiritually repressive culture.

1. Liberty is dying in America. There are now so many laws nothing is legal in the matrix other than doing what we’re told. Most people have just accepted life on the human farm rather than challenging the farmers. If the government doesn’t kill a man’s liberty, corporate policy will. And make no mistake the two work together to restrict the radius of “acceptable” behavior as much as possible. Unfortunately for them, this cow has discovered all he has to do is leave the farm for a more fulfilling, intrinsically happy life. To move from town to town, state to state, and nation to nation to experience a life beyond trying to consume as much as possible while being repressed and oppressed by senseless rules only because he’s on the wrong side of an imaginary line Human behavior is now so micromanaged police could indict a ham sandwich if they want to. Combined with a burgeoning surveillance state, we are now transitioning to the world George Orwell warned of: If you want a vision of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face – forever.

I don’t know where my journey is taking me but I’ve discovered I have an innate talent to effortlessly walk amongst so many different cultures and peoples. It’s beginning to take on a life of its own in my writing and behavior as I become more and more estranged from the work-sleep-spend cycle the machine culture accepts as reality.

Moreover, the cost of not following your heart is spending the rest of your life wishing you had. Working too much and missing out on life experiences are also among the top regrets of the dying.

When men like Jordan Peterson or even Mike Rowe try to corral men back onto the plantation as they have in recent times, they’re helping reinforce the myth that giving a man’s life over to consumerism will make him happy. It won’t. I appreciate the value of work as much as anyone, but having 2 weeks off out of 52 weeks annually, working 50-70 hours a week in the “new” economy just to keep up the pace of rampant consumption when I’m designing a better, freer, happier life on much less isn’t really advice I want to follow.

I cherish the experiences I have off the plantation more than anything I could ever own, I’m willing to work hard for them, and know I don’t have to accept the ersatz “reality” Anglo culture and its police state tries to foist upon me. If it’s wrong to want a life off the corporate plantation, why does it make me feel so good inside?

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The Nomad’s Theme Song

I saw this video in a rock ‘n roll bar in Amsterdam recently. While I was familiar with Metallica’s Wherever I May Roam, I had never really paid much attention to the meaning of the lyrics. For some reason the message finally clicked with me as a sipped Grolsch beers and flirted with a pretty blonde waitress. This is the nomad’s theme song. How appropriate I heard it on my first adventure to Europe. The lyrics tell the story:

And the road becomes my bride
I have stripped of all but pride
So in her I do confide
And she keeps me satisfied
Gives me all I need

And with dust in throat I crave
Only knowledge will I save
To the game you stay a slave

Roamer, wanderer
Nomad, vagabond
Call me what you will

But I’ll take my time anywhere
Free to speak my mind anywhere
And I’ll redefine anywhere

Anywhere I roam
Where I lay my head is home

(And the earth becomes my throne)

And the earth becomes my throne
I adapt to the unknown
Under wandering stars I’ve grown
By myself but not alone
I ask no one

And my ties are severed clean
Less I have the more I gain
Off the beaten path I reign

Roamer, wanderer
Nomad, vagabond
Call me what you will

But I’ll take my time anywhere
I’m free to speak my mind anywhere
and I’ll never mind anywhere

Anywhere I roam
Where I lay my head is home

But I’ll take my time anywhere
I’m free to speak my mind
And I’ll take my find anywhere

Anywhere I may roam
Where I lay my head is home
I say!

But I’ll take my time anywhere
I’m free to speak my mind anywhere
And I’ll redefine anywhere

Anywhere I may roam
Where I lay my head is home

Carved upon my stone
My body lies, but still I roam,
Yeah yeah!

Wherever I may roam
Wherever I may roam

Wherever I may roam
Wherever I may roam

Wherever I may wander, wander, wander
Wherever I may roam

Yeah, yeah, wherever I may roam

Yeah, yeah, wherever I may roam
Wherever I may roam
Wherever I may roam

A man certainly doesn’t hear lyrics like this in de-balled mainstream “nice guy” music these days. But, there was a time this sentiment was flapping in the breeze in the U.S. Those days are no more. The freedom-minded man is truly all by himself today. The road to personal freedom and fulfillment is the one I’ve decided to take, rather than the well-beaten path to corporate serfdom.

As Robert Frost knew when he wrote The Road Not Taken, taking the road less traveled by makes all the difference. These words embody the spirit of The New Modern Man as I embark for destinations unknown.

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Your Savage Pilgrimage: How British Folk-Ways Shaped American Dissidence

Men have long sought an exit from an oppressive culture – it drove them across oceans into the unknown in the past

Rookh Kshatriya is the creator of the Anglobitch blog, The Anglobitch Thesis and the author of Havok: How Anglo-American Feminism Ruined Society.

The overriding ethos of this blog is not merely escape from Anglo-American misandry; but rather, active pilgrimage towards a better, more exciting and adventurous mode of life. But Relampago Furioso is not alone in this quest for a more fulfilling, man-friendly existence. There are many precedents in America’s illustrious cultural history, and their inspiration has a surprising origin.

Jon Krakauer’s fascinating book Into the Wild was inspired by an affluent youth named Christopher McCandless who dropped out of conventional society before dying of starvation (or food poisoning) in the Alaskan wilderness. Although his short but adventurous life ended in 1992, the bus where he died is still a place of pilgrimage.  Sean Penn’s poignant film subsequently cemented McCandless’ place in modern American culture as an icon of dissidence and restless alienation from the established order.

However, McCandless is not such an idiomatic figure. A distinctive strand of transcendental alienation has always defined the American male. It is present in the Hudson Valley School of painting, in leather-stocking Romances, in Westerns, in the novels of Henry Miller and Jack Kerouac, in the memoirs of Jack London and Henry Theroux, not just the lives of Christopher McCandless and RF. While there is a disturbing strand in Anglo-American culture leading inexorably to feminism, machine values and secular Puritanism, there are alternative ideals or memes within the culture from which awakened men can also take inspiration.

The Masculine Quest is undoubtedly the most potent of these; and the one most at odds with secular Puritanism. But where did this distinctive American meme originate? If Anglo-Saxon commercial Puritanism were the sole ingredient in American culture, such dissidence would simply not exist. Fortunately, Anglo-American matriarchy, secular Puritanism and crabbed legalism are not the sole ingredients of American culture, as we shall see.

In his tremendous book, Albion’s Seed: Four British Folkways in America, David Hackett Fischer identifies four different strands in American culture: Scots-Irish ‘backwoods’ culture, southern Cavalier culture, Yankee industrial-commercial culture and Puritan New England culture. These all have distinct origins in Britain: the Scottish Borders, Southern England, the English East Midlands and East-Anglia, respectively. And they all persist in modern America, however distorted by time and circumstance. Backwoods culture still defines rural American life, and its participants are Hillary’s ‘deplorables’; Cavalier culture still dominates Southern middle-class life; Industrial-Commercial culture rules Wall Street, Silicon Valley and the Pacific North West; while Puritan culture dominates law, academia and government.

Obviously, the Puritan-Industrial strains stand together, as do the Backwoods-Cavalier strains; and these pairs are mutually antagonistic. While the Backwoods-Cavalier strands are transcendental, hedonistic and masculine, the Puritan-Industrial strands embody all the crabbed, mechanistic, matriarchal, legalistic, repressive drivel we loathe in this quadrant of the Manosphere.

Sadly, the Puritan-Industrial strand has now achieved almost complete dominance in the United States. Southern defeat in the Civil War was the beginning of this Yankee stranglehold, which their political dominion has only strengthened (Check out Clyde Wilson’s The Yankee Problem: An American Dilemma (2016) for a scathing study of this ongoing programme). In fact, misandrist Anglo feminism is really just one part of a transplanted Yankee Puritanism with distinct origins in Eastern England (East Anglia). The puritanical tyrants Oliver Cromwell and Margaret Thatcher both came from this region of England, interestingly enough; which was already a distinct kingdom defined by religious fanaticism 1500 years ago.

In cultural terms, the awakened American male’s ‘Masculine Quest’ expresses a desire to escape the dominant Anglo-Saxon Puritan-Industrial culture. Indeed, the pan-Anglosphere men’s movement as a whole can be viewed in these terms. The Quest is really just part of an ancient but ongoing struggle for male freedom from the oppressive binds of ancient cultural memes originating in the British Isles. The Matrix and the Quest, the Blue Pill and the Red; in most respects, these conflicts fit neatly into the Backwoods-Cavalier / Puritan-Industrial dichotomy described above. Obviously, the virgin beauty of the vast American landscape has lent the American dissident’s Masculine Quest a lyrical quality that British masculine resistance to Puritan-Industrial oppression lacks completely. While the British staged the Mutiny on the Bounty simply to escape repression and the lash, the American male retreats into the wilderness, travels to Europe or pens On the Road – in short, does lyrical things.

American men still have an optimism that other men lack. Aldous Huxley suggested this was partly a product of social selection: the most spirited, hopeful and adventurous left Europe to find freedom in America. Exploration of the wilderness by fearless pioneers only heightened this daring spirit: And for all its faults, American liberty still inspires the world. However, the pioneering spirit now only exists among America’s dissidents fleeing the Puritan-Industrial Matrix in pursuit of personal fulfilment.

The current debate over gun ownership is always couched in political, legal or criminal terms. From my perspective, the issue is a spiritual or cultural one: for the gun is simultaneously an American symbol of wilderness, freedom and virility. Abolishing the American’s right to bear arms would instantly abolish Backwoods-Cavalier America and its unique, questing transcendentalism… which is, of course, why America’s secular puritans and their feminist allies are so obsessed by restricting access to firearms.

The New Modern Man’s conceptual toolkit is only enriched by knowing the true origins of the cultural memes he confronts on a daily basis. When the Awakened man knows where he stands in the wider scheme of history and culture, it gives his life epic gravitas and decisive purpose.

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Why Tradcons Fail


Tradcons posture a lot, but eventually bow down and accept the creeping feminism and Socialism of the left

So many of today’s keyboard warriors strut around like cocks of the walk and posture on message boards, but keep showing up at GloboWorldCorp jobs that feed the very beast that oppresses them with fresh lifeblood, i.e. tax revenue. Meantime, their beloved government slips further and further from their grasp thanks to a demographic tidal wave, but they remain oblivious to the fact WHY they exert less and less control over the republic each year.

Frequently, they often White Knight for Anglobitches, denigrating women from other backgrounds.

Not me. And not other Ghosts and John Galts. We put our money where our mouths are. This is the crucial difference between the “complainers” and “keyboard warriors” brigade and those of us who are taking meaningful action. While others notice the decline, we not only notice it but act accordingly. I’ve rearranged my entire life to escape the clutches of the system and reduce my contribution to the System to near naught by earning and living on less. And I’ve refused to get entangled with women who inevitably would destroy the fine-tuned financial machine I’ve designed for myself.

Conversely, I’ve learned to not expect much more than complaining from tradcon guys. And a lot of “Trump is Jesus” vicarious living under the mandates of whatever conservative media tells them to think – while they remain as blind as the Obamaites were to the totality of just how fucked over they are. The Trump warriors are a perfect illustration of Lincoln’s famous quote:

You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you can not fool all of the people all of the time.

Tradcons are people who, while awakened on some fronts are the people who get fooled all of the time by political machinations of so-called conservatives. You know, the very people who have been throwing them overboard for half a century since the New World Order project began with a Dallas murder November 22, 1963.

Tradcons can’t see outside the system and can’t see the totality of how they’re being manipulated by the left-right march to tyranny. As the left adopts what is inititally a ridiculous, unacceptable social position, the right plays symbolic opposition until conservatives eventually accept the new status quo. Just as the dust settles, the left then creeps farther out into left field and the right begins the outrage-acceptance process again.

They’re angry, but expect the very political system that destroyed their lives to now fix those lives because of one man. Meantime, we in the Ghost and John Galt brigade won’t hold our breaths waiting for a Hail Mary pass. We will act in accordance with our own self-interest until such time the system brings us incentives to come back and participate in it. We are the people you cannot fool with the shadows on the wall in Plato’s cave.

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