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Song of the Open Road By Walt Whitman

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In celebration of the adventurous spirit

What better reading for the minimalist, world-roaming nomad than Song of the Open Road by Walt Whitman. This literary classic helps drive home the philosophy that part of becoming a New Modern Man is rediscovering the concepts of a life well-lived and even of time itself. (Particularly throwing away schedules and pointless busywork!) It is a philosophy that views travel and life experience as intrinsically valuable to education and spiritual growth. One that views life as a caged animal on a human farm as a nightmare beyond compare.

This poem will be something I keep in mind as I begin an extended road trip this spring. Without further adieu, we present this classic poem.

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Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.

Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,
Strong and content I travel the open road.

The earth, that is sufficient,
I do not want the constellations any nearer,
I know they are very well where they are,
I know they suffice for those who belong to them.

(Still here I carry my old delicious burdens,
I carry them, men and women, I carry them with me wherever I go,
I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them,
I am fill’d with them, and I will fill them in return.)

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You road I enter upon and look around, I believe you are not all that is here,
I believe that much unseen is also here.

Here the profound lesson of reception, nor preference nor denial,
The black with his woolly head, the felon, the diseas’d, the illiterate person, are not denied;
The birth, the hasting after the physician, the beggar’s tramp, the drunkard’s stagger, the laughing party of mechanics,
The escaped youth, the rich person’s carriage, the fop, the eloping couple,

The early market-man, the hearse, the moving of furniture into the town, the return back from the town,
They pass, I also pass, any thing passes, none can be interdicted,
None but are accepted, none but shall be dear to me.

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You air that serves me with breath to speak!
You objects that call from diffusion my meanings and give them shape!
You light that wraps me and all things in delicate equable showers!
You paths worn in the irregular hollows by the roadsides!
I believe you are latent with unseen existences, you are so dear to me.

You flagg’d walks of the cities! you strong curbs at the edges!
You ferries! you planks and posts of wharves! you timber-lined sides! you distant ships!

You rows of houses! you window-pierc’d façades! you roofs!
You porches and entrances! you copings and iron guards!
You windows whose transparent shells might expose so much!
You doors and ascending steps! you arches!
You gray stones of interminable pavements! you trodden crossings!
From all that has touch’d you I believe you have imparted to yourselves, and now would impart the same secretly to me,
From the living and the dead you have peopled your impassive surfaces, and the spirits thereof would be evident and amicable with me.

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The earth expanding right hand and left hand,
The picture alive, every part in its best light,
The music falling in where it is wanted, and stopping where it is not wanted,
The cheerful voice of the public road, the gay fresh sentiment of the road.

O highway I travel, do you say to me Do not leave me?
Do you say Venture not—if you leave me you are lost?
Do you say I am already prepared, I am well-beaten and undenied, adhere to me?

O public road, I say back I am not afraid to leave you, yet I love you,
You express me better than I can express myself,
You shall be more to me than my poem.

I think heroic deeds were all conceiv’d in the open air, and all free poems also,
I think I could stop here myself and do miracles,
I think whatever I shall meet on the road I shall like, and whoever beholds me shall like me,
I think whoever I see must be happy.

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From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines,
Going where I list, my own master total and absolute,
Listening to others, considering well what they say,
Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,
Gently,but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me.
I inhale great draughts of space,
The east and the west are mine, and the north and the south are mine.

I am larger, better than I thought,
I did not know I held so much goodness.

All seems beautiful to me,
I can repeat over to men and women You have done such good to me I would do the same to you,
I will recruit for myself and you as I go,
I will scatter myself among men and women as I go,
I will toss a new gladness and roughness among them,
Whoever denies me it shall not trouble me,
Whoever accepts me he or she shall be blessed and shall bless me.

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Now if a thousand perfect men were to appear it would not amaze me,
Now if a thousand beautiful forms of women appear’d it would not astonish me.

Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons,
It is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.

Here a great personal deed has room,
(Such a deed seizes upon the hearts of the whole race of men,
Its effusion of strength and will overwhelms law and mocks all authority and all argument against it.)

Here is the test of wisdom,
Wisdom is not finally tested in schools,
Wisdom cannot be pass’d from one having it to another not having it,
Wisdom is of the soul, is not susceptible of proof, is its own proof,
Applies to all stages and objects and qualities and is content,
Is the certainty of the reality and immortality of things, and the excellence of things;
Something there is in the float of the sight of things that provokes it out of the soul.

Now I re-examine philosophies and religions,
They may prove well in lecture-rooms, yet not prove at all under the spacious clouds and along the landscape and flowing currents.

Here is realization,
Here is a man tallied—he realizes here what he has in him,
The past, the future, majesty, love—if they are vacant of you, you are vacant of them.

Only the kernel of every object nourishes;
Where is he who tears off the husks for you and me?
Where is he that undoes stratagems and envelopes for you and me?

Here is adhesiveness, it is not previously fashion’d, it is apropos;
Do you know what it is as you pass to be loved by strangers?
Do you know the talk of those turning eye-balls?

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Here is the efflux of the soul,
The efflux of the soul comes from within through embower’d gates, ever provoking questions,
These yearnings why are they? these thoughts in the darkness why are they?
Why are there men and women that while they are nigh me the sunlight expands my blood?
Why when they leave me do my pennants of joy sink flat and lank?
Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?
(I think they hang there winter and summer on those trees and always drop fruit as I pass;)
What is it I interchange so suddenly with strangers?
What with some driver as I ride on the seat by his side?
What with some fisherman drawing his seine by the shore as I walk by and pause?
What gives me to be free to a woman’s and man’s good-will? what gives them to be free to mine?

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The efflux of the soul is happiness, here is happiness,
I think it pervades the open air, waiting at all times,
Now it flows unto us, we are rightly charged.

Here rises the fluid and attaching character,
The fluid and attaching character is the freshness and sweetness of man and woman,
(The herbs of the morning sprout no fresher and sweeter every day out of the roots of themselves, than it sprouts fresh and sweet continually out of itself.)

Toward the fluid and attaching character exudes the sweat of the love of young and old,
From it falls distill’d the charm that mocks beauty and attainments,
Toward it heaves the shuddering longing ache of contact.

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Allons! whoever you are come travel with me!
Traveling with me you find what never tires.

The earth never tires,
The earth is rude, silent, incomprehensible at first, Nature is rude and incomprehensible at first,
Be not discouraged, keep on, there are divine things well envelop’d,
I swear to you there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell.

Allons! we must not stop here,
However sweet these laid-up stores, however convenient this dwelling we cannot remain here,
However shelter’d this port and however calm these waters we must not anchor here,
However welcome the hospitality that surrounds us we are permitted to receive it but a little while.

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Allons! the inducements shall be greater,
We will sail pathless and wild seas,
We will go where winds blow, waves dash, and the Yankee clipper speeds by under full sail.

Allons! with power, liberty, the earth, the elements,
Health, defiance, gayety, self-esteem, curiosity;
Allons! from all formules!
From your formules, O bat-eyed and materialistic priests.

The stale cadaver blocks up the passage—the burial waits no longer.

Allons! yet take warning!
He traveling with me needs the best blood, thews, endurance,
None may come to the trial till he or she bring courage and health,
Come not here if you have already spent the best of yourself,
Only those may come who come in sweet and determin’d bodies,
No diseas’d person, no rum-drinker or venereal taint is permitted here.

(I and mine do not convince by arguments, similes, rhymes,
We convince by our presence.)

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Listen! I will be honest with you,
I do not offer the old smooth prizes, but offer rough new prizes,
These are the days that must happen to you:
You shall not heap up what is call’d riches,
You shall scatter with lavish hand all that you earn or achieve,
You but arrive at the city to which you were destin’d, you hardly settle yourself to satisfaction before you are call’d by an irresistible call to depart,
You shall be treated to the ironical smiles and mockings of those who remain behind you,
What beckonings of love you receive you shall only answer with passionate kisses of parting,
You shall not allow the hold of those who spread their reach’d hands toward you.

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Allons! after the great Companions, and to belong to them!
They too are on the road—they are the swift and majestic men—they are the greatest women,
Enjoyers of calms of seas and storms of seas,
Sailors of many a ship, walkers of many a mile of land,
Habituès of many distant countries, habituès of far-distant dwellings,
Trusters of men and women, observers of cities, solitary toilers,
Pausers and contemplators of tufts, blossoms, shells of the shore,
Dancers at wedding-dances, kissers of brides, tender helpers of children, bearers of children,
Soldiers of revolts, standers by gaping graves, lowerers-down of coffins,
Journeyers over consecutive seasons, over the years, the curious years each emerging from that which preceded it,
Journeyers as with companions, namely their own diverse phases,
Forth-steppers from the latent unrealized baby-days,
Journeyers gayly with their own youth, journeyers with their bearded and well-grain’d manhood,
Journeyers with their womanhood, ample, unsurpass’d, content,
Journeyers with their own sublime old age of manhood or womanhood,
Old age, calm, expanded, broad with the haughty breadth of the universe,
Old age, flowing free with the delicious near-by freedom of death.

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Allons! to that which is endless as it was beginningless,
To undergo much, tramps of days, rests of nights,
To merge all in the travel they tend to, and the days and nights they tend to,
Again to merge them in the start of superior journeys,
To see nothing anywhere but what you may reach it and pass it,
To conceive no time, however distant, but what you may reach it and pass it,
To look up or down no road but it stretches and waits for you, however long but it stretches and waits for you,
To see no being, not God’s or any, but you also go thither,
To see no possession but you may possess it, enjoying all without labor or purchase, abstracting the feast yet not abstracting one particle of it,
To take the best of the farmer’s farm and the rich man’s elegant villa, and the chaste blessings of the well-married couple, and the fruits of orchards and flowers of gardens,
To take to your use out of the compact cities as you pass through,
To carry buildings and streets with you afterward wherever you go,
To gather the minds of men out of their brains as you encounter them, to gather the love out of their hearts,
To take your lovers on the road with you, for all that you leave them behind you,
To know the universe itself as a road, as many roads, as roads for traveling souls.

All parts away for the progress of souls,
All religion, all solid things, arts, governments—all that was or is apparent upon this globe or any globe, falls into niches and corners before the procession of souls along the grand roads of the universe.

Of the progress of the souls of men and women along the grand roads of the universe, all other progress is the needed emblem and sustenance.

Forever alive, forever forward,
Stately, solemn, sad, withdrawn, baffled, mad, turbulent, feeble, dissatisfied,
Desperate, proud, fond, sick, accepted by men, rejected by men,
They go! they go! I know that they go, but I know not where they go,
But I know that they go toward the best—toward something great.

Whoever you are, come forth! or man or woman come forth!
You must not stay sleeping and dallying there in the house, though you built it, or though it has been built for you.

Out of the dark confinement! out from behind the screen!
It is useless to protest, I know all and expose it.

Behold through you as bad as the rest,
Through the laughter, dancing, dining, supping, of people,
Inside of dresses and ornaments, inside of those wash’d and trimm’d faces,
Behold a secret silent loathing and despair.

No husband, no wife, no friend, trusted to hear the confession,
Another self, a duplicate of every one, skulking and hiding it goes,
Formless and wordless through the streets of the cities, polite and bland in the parlors,
In the cars of railroads, in steamboats, in the public assembly,
Home to the houses of men and women, at the table, in the bedroom, everywhere,
Smartly attired, countenance smiling, form upright, death under the breast-bones, hell under the skull-bones,
Under the broadcloth and gloves, under the ribbons and artificial flowers,
Keeping fair with the customs, speaking not a syllable of itself,
Speaking of any thing else but never of itself.

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Allons! through struggles and wars!
The goal that was named cannot be countermanded.

Have the past struggles succeeded?
What has succeeded? yourself? your nation? Nature?
Now understand me well—it is provided in the essence of things that from any fruition of success, no matter what, shall come forth something to make a greater struggle necessary.

My call is the call of battle, I nourish active rebellion,
He going with me must go well arm’d,
He going with me goes often with spare diet, poverty, angry enemies, desertions.

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Allons! the road is before us!
It is safe—I have tried it—my own feet have tried it well—be not detain’d!

Let the paper remain on the desk unwritten, and the book on the shelf unopen’d!
Let the tools remain in the workshop! let the money remain unearn’d!
Let the school stand! mind not the cry of the teacher!
Let the preacher preach in his pulpit! let the lawyer plead in the court, and the judge expound the law.

Camerado, I give you my hand!
I give you my love more precious than money,
I give you myself before preaching or law;
Will you give me yourself? will you come travel with me?
Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?

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Purdue Ups the Ante on Misandry: Says Eliminate “Man” from English Language

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Anglo culture hates men so bad it wants them removed from the English language entirely

Proving that deconstruction is in full swing and misandry is reaching astronomical new heights in a post-democracy, post-feminist America, an institution of lower living that was formerly an ivy league school is now recommending words with “man” in them be expunged from the English language.

It’s the latest, stunning display of hatred of all things male in the Anglosphere. This culture hates men so much it doesn’t even want words like “policeman” or “fireman” or phrases like “the common man” to exist, anymore. This is the thanks men get after dreaming up, engineering, and constructing the entire world that women now want to rule like petty tyrants. From the National Review:

A writing guide at Purdue University advises students to avoid words with “man” in them — such as “mailman” and “mankind” — in order to write “in a non-sexist, non-biased way.”

This is deconstructionism at its finest, a philosophy that academic Webster Tarpley tried to warn us about a generation ago. Tarpley thinks deconstructionism (i.e. destruction of the world of philosophy, language, and science males of European descent created) could ultimately end in the deaths of billions. As rationality is replaced with irrationality, and the scientific discoveries of dead white males eviscerated, Tarpley and others think the carrying capacity of the planet will ultimately be reduced.

In that sense, sterilizing the language is the beginning of a frightful decline into the abyss. Truly, the beginning of a new Dark Age. That isn’t stopping Purdue University, however. Purdue writes:

“Although MAN in its original sense carried the dual meaning of adult human and adult male, its meaning has come to be so closely identified with adult male that the generic use of MAN and other words with masculine markers should be avoided.”

Of course, identity politics are never far behind.

“Writing in a non-sexist, non-biased way is both ethically sound and effective. Non-sexist writing is necessary for most audiences; if you write in a sexist manner and alienate much of your audience from your discussion, your writing will be much less effective.”

As usual, university eggheads are full of it. Even the woman writing the article at National Review took umbrage with Purdue’s strange claims.

I’m all for gender equality, but I have to say that this seems a bit overblown. I’m a woman (not to brag), and I can tell you that there is approximately a zero percent chance that seeing a word like “mankind” in someone’s work would “alienate” me as the guide suggests. It’s just not that serious, and I’m just not that sensitive.

All of this has gotten out of control. Earlier this month, Canadian prime minister Justin Trudeau actually corrected a woman who said “mankind” at a town-hall event, telling her to say “peoplekind” instead. Even aside from the fact that “peoplekind” is not a word, that’s still absolutely insane.

Indeed, it has all gotten out of control but the deconstructionists aren’t finished slicing and dicing the English language yet. Deconstruction is becoming the dominant philosophy in universities, and is indicative of a Western culture in terminal decline as Europe and America both show signs they’re dying in the winter of Spengler’s prescient civilization model. Language will continue to be parsed until it is gutted.

Political correctness (self-evident in the move to strip the word “man” from language) and Marxism (removal of all personal identity) are the evil step sisters of the deconstructionist movement. Deconstruction also goes along with Anglo America’s Androgyny Agenda, which is slowly merging the sexes into one with everything from social engineering to chemicals in food.

The name is fitting, however, as deconstructionism will ultimately deconstruct the whole of the Western world in a supreme display of insanity and seething, visceral hatred of the European male and his accomplishments which have ultimately benefited the entire world. Deconstruction begins with language. Next, they’ll be coming for more than just words. All that “science” the white male discovered must be “racist” right?

P.S. Is deconstructionism the way elites plan to get world population down to 500 million, as stated by the Georgia Guidestones? Just a thought.

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My Visit to the Red Light District in Amsterdam

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A visit to the Red Light District

It’s a section of town that all major cities should have. A small area in which there’s carte blanche for women to ply their trades if they decide to become professional whores. A place for men who are down on their luck or find themselves sexually invisible in a world that increasingly marginalizes them where one can drop by for a quick, and affordable sexual release with a pro. An area of town where sexuality – an essential part of the human condition – isn’t shamed or scorned.

Amsterdam’s Red Light District, well-criticized by prudes in the Anglo-American press, is actually underwhelming to the open-minded individual. There are strip clubs, clubs with full nudity, and even clubs that advertise live porno shows for a modest entrance fee. And then, there are the hookers dancing in windows under red lighting (hence the name Red Light District) waiting for the next customer to come by. Prices range from about 50€ to 100€ for full service.

Most of the working girls were average-looking, although there were some hotties interspersed throughout, waving at me as I walked by from rooms illuminated by a red hue. For those who are interested, I only sampled three women during my entire trip. (I spent the rest of the time in museums and other cultural centers.) I banged a Russian chick, a Dutch chick, and a South African chick. The South African chick was my favorite, since she treated me with respect and was the most fun to talk to out of the three.

The Red Light District is teeming with people, especially on the weekend. I heard languages and accents from all over the world, and everybody seemed to be having a good time. It didn’t seem seedy, and it didn’t seem like anyone was ashamed or should be ashamed for being there.

Anglo media frequently discusses the largely fictional human trafficking narrative and the so-called “humiliation” associated with sex work as it heaps nothing but scorn upon areas of the world where prostitution is legal. But, in my nightly walks through the district, I found no evidence of anything remotely resembling human trafficking, and as I stopped to chat with a few of the working girls none of them seemed like they were there for anything except of their own volition.

Nearby, there are stores full of pot brownies, paraphernalia, and product. As I walked through each of these stores in a thriving neighborhood I had the sinking feeling that any of those items would have me sent to prison for possession in America. As would renting some sex for an hour. And then my country has the audacity to tell me I’m free.

My experience in Amsterdam showed various sex businesses and even the recreational drug trade can be handled in such a way that they become practically invisible. They’re hardly the moral crusades deeply repressive Anglo culture makes them out to be. I was totally underwhelmed – as I was the first time I took a hit of cocaine years ago – and asked myself: That’s it? Why is this even illegal?

Much as John Locke fled the thought control, censorship, and intolerance of Anglo society for Dutch society in 1683 by relocating to Amsterdam, I find myself fleeing Anglo society thinking the same thing Locke wrote:

Every man has a property in his own person. This nobody has a right to, but himself.

I could feel that spirit here, and wondered why it has faded away after once illuminating the world as it emanated from Amsterdam – the bastion of tolerance. I don’t feel like I have property in my own person in America. I’ve never felt that way. That I own myself. That my mind and my body are my own. And, the situation is becoming ever worse as the nation lunges towards collectivism in various guises – namely, feminism and socialism.

The fact men are shamed for what goes on in the Red Light District day in and day out, and people are shamed and put into prison for possessing a drug which flows like water in Amsterdam enrages me inside. This is the rift between me and the U.S.

I don’t give a damn about pot, and I don’t rent whores that often. But, if I choose to do so, and I’m not harming anyone else, what makes my personal life the state’s business? Some might call that slavery.

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The Common Law ‘Schwerpunkt’: How Misandrist Feminism Acquires Institutional Backing

Common law is much harsher on men than civil law when it comes to mediating broken relationships

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


All the major institutions of the Anglosphere are encoded with puritanical repression, which in turn nurtures misandrist Anglo-American feminism. Yet many other countries and cultural blocs share a repressive heritage, yet do not suffer equivalent levels of institutional misandry. Similarly, feminists have infiltrated the legal systems of many other countries; but nowhere else are divorced fathers (and men in general) persecuted to the same degree as they are in the Anglosphere.

Is there some deep structural distinction between the Anglosphere and the rest of the world which makes it especially pliant to misandrist feminism?

In a word, yes. One of the key institutional differences is the prevalence of Common Law in the Anglosphere countries. The countries of continental Europe and many other regions have only Civil law, with no Common Law component to their legal system. But what is Common Law and how does it strengthen the arm of misandrist Anglo feminism?

In brief, Civil Law is a scientific instrument designed to deal with any situation the legal profession might encounter. It is therefore not amenable to casual manipulation or reinterpretation; it is fixed and inviolable, almost a sacred entity. By contrast, Anglo-Saxon Common Law is an ongoing corpus of precedents, judgements and cases which grows and adapts in a fluid, ad hoc manner. Because of its imprecise nature, Anglo-American judges have far more personal leeway when judging a case than their non-Anglosphere counterparts. And this leeway means a Common Law legal system is far more open to manipulation by pressure groups, trial lawyers and other arbitrary forces in the wider culture. Since misandrist feminism now rules the Anglosphere, we can see how Anglo-American law – the cultural genotype – has been exploited to alter the cultural phenotype, resulting in ever more oppression for Anglo-American men.

In short, Common Law is the primary channel through which Anglo feminists have shaped society to their will. Anglo feminism is in itself more vehement and misandrist than other varieties; but without its Common Law leverage it would probably remain relatively toothless and marginalized. Armed with Common Law, however, its force is almost limitless. This partly explains why the best feminist minds (as such) are inexorably drawn to law as an occupation; they rightly see Anglo Common Law as the societal ‘schwerpunkt’ (pivot point, centre of gravity) through which they can realize their dreams and visions.

All the major universities in the Anglophone world contain prestigious law schools which in turn house militant feminist pressure groups. These groups often take existing cases and redefine them in feminist terms: in short, they specialize in manipulating Anglo-Saxon Common Law to advance their anti-male agendas. Since law affects all societal institutions – indeed, institutions are largely composed of laws – controlling Common Law gives these feminist academics the necessary leverage to shape society without reference to normal democratic processes. This is why Anglo-American society has transformed so dramatically in the past thirty years, without the populace explicitly voting for any such changes.

For example, Yale University possesses one of the world’s most prestigious law schools and is an ancient stronghold of the American WASP establishment. The Yale University link to its Journal of Law and Feminism demonstrates the close association between Anglo feminism and the law:

The Yale Journal of Law and Feminism is committed to publishing scholarship on gender, sexuality, and the law, especially insofar as the law structures, affects, or ignores the experiences of women and other marginalized peoples. We encourage the submission of articles, essays, and reviews concerning these intersections of law and feminism. As we promote feminist principles to our readers, we also practice those principles ourselves.

The logo, created by Jacqueline Coy Charlesworth in three variations depicting women of different ethnicities, was chosen to illustrate the front cover of the Yale Journal of Law and Feminism.

My more cynical interpretation considers the multi-ethnic logo to be an ideological smoke screen designed to hide WASP women’s complicity in historical crimes like the slave trade; and to foster a fake association between women with radically different interests. However, the gushing spiel continues:

Justicia–our icon of justice. She sits or stands above courthouses or in courtrooms, supposedly overseeing and inspiring choices between right and wrong…

It may be true, as many have observed, that the blindfold ensures Justice’s impartiality towards those with more power and influence than she. But at the same time, the blindfold ensures Justice’s impartiality towards those with less power than she, those who are, in some sense, disadvantaged. Unable to see whatever systemic disadvantages this latter group faces, unable to see her own membership in such a group and thereby possibly understand the nature of their plight, Justice can make her decisions based only on a limited set of facts before her. . . .

Yes, the facts of the case; facts denuded of any other factor – in other words, impartial Civil Law. But feminist jurisprudence wants other dynamics (such as gender or race) to cloud the facts of the case. In sum, it wants non-legal factors such as gender taken into account, factors which an ideologically impartial system of Civil Law would automatically dismiss. And the Anglo-American Common Law legal system is especially vulnerable to feminist agendas for this very reason.

The foregoing discussion explains why Anglo-American feminism enjoys unstinting support from major societal institutions in the Anglosphere. Of course, the Anglo-Saxon puritanical heritage plays a major part in this; for Anglo feminism is not a ‘revolutionary’ movement at all, as conservative MRAs often claim. To the contrary, it shares most of the same goals as the WASP establishment (for example, the legal suppression of male heterosexual choice and freedom). And let us not forget that the vast majority of Anglo feminists are themselves upper middle-class WASPs, their ‘oppression’ being largely imagined and rhetorical. However, the boundless institutional support they enjoy is greatly abetted by their unique control of Common Law, blind spot of Anglo-American jurisprudence. Since law defines all societal institutions, whoever controls the law ultimately controls society.

The most baffling thing about feminist legalists is why they still pretend that women are legally oppressed, when every impartial study proves that women enjoy enormous privilege in the Anglo-American legal system. In reality, feminism has already won the battle for the Anglosphere: its indirect but total control of Anglo-American Common Law has allowed it to redefine the social order with the full backing of the state and its various institutions. One has to have a certain admiration for the whole design; after all, they have won and we have lost. All that now remains for Anglo-American men is alienation and social exclusion, with expatriation the sole avenue of escape from divorce courts, penury and imprisonment.

Go figure.

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10 Essential Philosophical Quotes for the Minimalist

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“The secret of happiness, you see, is not found in seeking more, but in developing the capacity to enjoy less.” -Socrates

As a central theme of the TNMM philosophy, minimalism is a crucial concept for men who want to truly free themselves of the psychological, financial, locational, and vocational control of the matrix. However, adopting minimalism isn’t easy, especially in the wake of cultural currents constantly pushing people to upgrade, take on debt, and try to emulate the lives of emperors.

I began the journey years ago and I’m still finding ways to purge unnecessary things and people from my life, i.e. those possessions and people who only bring me down. (On a personal note, this is why I avoid Anglobitches like the plague. I know they’ll only trap me in their hamster wheel insanity and wanton consumeristic lifestyles.)

Becoming a true minimalist requires extensive deprogramming of the urges, habits, and desires programmed into our mind from a very young age. Perhaps even fewer men, fewer than those who swallow the Red Pill of truth will ever realize the genius that is philosophy of minimalism, properly adopted.

I am only beginning to realize its full potential as I am now traveling the world on a shoestring budget, and becoming happier and happier with fewer and fewer things. I have been living out of a carry-on suitcase and a laptop bag for well over two years. I live out of my suitcase as a humble truck driver in the States when I must suffer that imploding society to earn some money, and as a poolside, poon-pounding expat when I’m not working. And the only thing I regret is all the time I wasted chasing the illusions of the Great Marketing Machine when I worked as a wage slave inside the media ivory tower.

Often confused with being cheap, minimalism is actually quite the opposite of cheapness as it enriches our lives in the things that really matter. It frees us from wage slavery. It frees us from worshiping material things. It frees us from people who would destroy us or drag us down. Minimalism is about focusing on experiences, adventures, people, and relationships rather than consumption.

Josh Reuff, self-described bootstrapped digital nomad and fellow world-roaming nomad puts it all into perspective.

A financial minimalist doesn’t have the stress of debt and unpaid bills. A possessions minimalist doesn’t have to worry about the clutter of too much stuff. The psychological minimalist doesn’t carry around unhealthy emotions.

Realizing the power of all three concepts truly allows us to take control of our lives. When our finances are in order, our possessions don’t possess us, and the psychological damage done by suffering financial and emotional abuse from women is purged from our minds, we can then reach out towards our true potential.

Here are 10 quotes for the minimalist to not just read and appreciate, but adopt in his daily living.

  1. “The secret of happiness, you see, is not found in seeking more, but in developing the capacity to enjoy less.” -Socrates
  2.  “Contentment comes not so much from great wealth as from few wants.” -Epictetus
  3. “The consumption society has made us feel that happiness lies in having things, and has failed to teach us the happiness of not having things.” -Elise Boulding
  4.  “Cultivate poverty like a garden herb, like sage. Do not trouble yourself much to get new things, whether clothes or friends. Things do not change, we change. Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts.” -Henry David Thoreau
  5. “It is preoccupation with possession, more than anything else, that prevents men from living freely and nobly.” -Bertrand Russell
  6.  “Besides the noble art of getting things done, there is the noble art of leaving things undone.  The wisdom of life consists in the elimination of non-essentials.” -Lin Yutang
  7. “We really must understand that the lust for affluence in contemporary society is psychotic. It is psychotic because it has completely lost touch with reality. We crave things we neither need nor enjoy.” -Richard Foster
  8. “Simplicity involves unburdening your life, and living more lightly with fewer distractions that interfere with a high quality life, as defined uniquely by each individual.” -Linda Breen Pierce
  9. “There are two ways to be rich: One is by acquiring much, and the other is by desiring little.” -Jackie French Coller
  10.  “Any half-awake materialist well knows – that which you hold holds you.” -Tim Robbins

Several of these quotes are from ancient philosophers. Others are from modern times, particularly the first half of the 20th century when the orgy of consumerism first began to spread like a cancer through Anglo culture and permeate the world.

Perhaps more than anything, adopting minimalism is a way of objecting to the machine culture the West (and particularly Anglo America) has become. It is a way of escaping the impoverishing idea that literally turning people into Happiness Machines (a term first used in the Adam Curtis documentary The Century of the Self) who do nothing but sleep, work, and spend their entire lives – in increasingly isolated, antisocial fashion is not the best way for humanity to live.

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The System is Rigged

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Which shell will your success and retirement be under? Play silly games and win silly prizes

As someone who has been there, done that with both the great “system” we are all supposed to believe in and chasing The American Dream (you have to be asleep to believe) I’ve come to the conclusion there’s simply no way to win playing by the rules of the game, anymore.

That already compromised promise evaporated in the new, corporate controlled world we find ourselves in. The last vestiges of it disappeared circa 2008 as a shakedown of the American populace by the banking cartels occurred when our masters informed us “life as most Americans know it is about to change” to quote former talking head Charles Gibson of ABC News reading the propaganda of the day.

In days gone by, loyal, good men were modestly rewarded for their hard work and sacrifices. Not anymore. Now we are castigated, loathed, and blamed by women and society. I endured so many broken promises before turning on both. The promise of a “good job” that paid well that never came to be, even after I studied and “did the right thing” by sacrificing my youth at the altar of culturally coerced Betatude. The promise of a “good wife” who was loyal and wouldn’t sink her fangs into the lifeblood of my emotions and finances. (I used to lament the fact I never married, but now I see what a path of destruction my exes left in the lives of the men they did marry and have kids with – and I’m glad I dodged them).

In short, the rules are intended to produce:

  • Indentured servants saddled with non-bankruptable college debt
  • Supplicating soy boys eating GMO food and begging for attention and sexual favors from women
  • Debt slaves who spend their lives paying 25% interest on credit cards to buy things they don’t need with money they don’t have to impress people they don’t like
  • Broken men, both financially and spiritually after women frivorce rape them and take the kids; or female-dominated serfs of the consumerism machine
  • Men without agency over their own choices and their own lives due to constant rule and policymaking by the corporate-government complex – if one set of rules doesn’t get you, another will

As a recovering “good guy” who turned not only on women but on society at large after repeated kicks in the teeth by both, I now rage inside my mind when I think back on what bowing my head down, gritting my teeth, and licking the boot got me. I am angry for being lied to about women and the world. In many ways, my mentality echoes Walter White:

I have spent my whole life scared, frightened of things that could happen, might happen, might not happen, 50-years I spent like that. Finding myself awake at three in the morning. But you know what? Ever since my diagnosis, I sleep just fine.

Yeah, ever since my Red Pill awakening I sleep just fine. I’ve transformed from a meek man reading the daily propaganda in front of an HD camera to a ZFG Sigma whose new motto is “My way, or the highway.”

My anger from being used half a lifetime motivates me to get up everyday and find new ways of telling other men the truth about women and the world, so someone, somewhere might be spared the sense of loss and mourning I often feel about a life in which I was given the wrong instruction manual by the edumacation system and the corrupt media – both institutions I once had the utmost respect for that I now loathe.

Men, the system is rigged. I’ve said it before that the only way to win is not to play. Play by the rules, follow instructions, hope for the best and watch as your life evaporates into the ether and all you end up with are memories of punching in on time at the same hell each day and a litany of broken promises. That, and a life of loneliness as the state has cucked you with women by exploiting male weaknesses defined by Briffault’s Law. This is a dog eat dog world. And this dog isn’t going to let himself be kicked around anymore.

If there’s one thing being off the corporate plantation for two years has shown me, it’s that there’s no going back to the life of a slave, anymore.

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The Noble Spirit

Out of the depths of Anglo American matriarchal, materialistic hell a noble spirit can arise. But first, you’ve got to get mad. Then, you’ve got to get busy. Next, you’ve got to start taking risks.

From the Oswald Spengler channel on YouTube comes a philosophy of how to live a life worth living, not exist as a human farm animal. (Regular readers of TNMM may know Spengler’s Decline of the West is a founding philosophy of this blog and The New Modern Man movement. There will be much more coming on Spengler and the guidance his philosophy brings men, soon.)

Watch The Noble Spirit and awaken the masculinity inside you with such pearls of wisdom taken from the philosophy of Nietzsche such as:

Build your cities on the walls of Vesuvius. Send your ships out into uncharted seas. Explore new worlds!

Indeed, risk-taking and exploration allow a man to see beyond his time, his continent, his country, and the narrow circle of his own activities – to paraphrase Spengler. There is no reward without risk. But, even if you fail, know this:

A great life is a hard life. Hardship brings out the best in men. Pain and pleasure are sisters, one elevates the other.

Psychological research confirms this. There can be no pleasure without pain. The human psyche thrives on the sine wave of life’s ups and downs. Embrace your life for what it is, then aspire to make yourself more than what you are:

The purpose of life is life itself, and the purpose of living is to embrace that life, whether it be joyous or tragic.

Personally, much of my life has been tragic. From the death of my father when I was 12, to clawing my way out of poverty then ascending the ladder of the news industry only to find out what a farce it is, an industry filled with glib sociopaths, then being raked across the hot coals of bankruptcy as I was forced out of my position (fired) by social engineers and political correctness, before taking another job with the MSM and painstakingly paying my Chapter 13 off, then finally breaking with Corporate America permanently, I’ve had my share of disappointment and suffering.

There’s much more than that. Those are just Cliff’s Notes. I won’t even go into the abortions I had to endure and the pain I felt as my offspring were killed and I was helpless to do anything about it.

But all that just lit a fire inside me. I didn’t let it extinguish me as many men do and that flame burns to this day, as I let those lessons be my motivation to be daring and to design a life around my desires rather than chasing after material fantasies. I no longer want any of the chains Corporate America is selling. The “comfortable” life on the human farm.

The religion of the herd is comfort and safety. They avoid suffering, but at the loss of greater pleasure and fulfillment. It is a kind of dull, boring, “living dead” existence.

Time is of the essence.

Better a life of action, full of deeds. Raise your head above the herd, and you will find excitement in life.

Don’t be afraid to try new things.

A noble spirit invites new challenges, as a way to test their own strength and character.

Indeed, these talking points are weaved into the fabric of TNMM whenever possible. A philosophy like this will take a man much farther than any of the pablum force fed to him by the edumacation system and the corrupt media.

Learn lessons like these well. Then use them to change your life.

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