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Fighting Back: Adopting Minimalism to Starve the Gynocentric Beast


Men should pull their resources from a gynocentric system full of ungrateful women

If there’s one thing feminists and society in general takes for granted, it’s male utility value. Women often complain about being objectified for their sexuality, but have no qualms about objectifying male utility value. No matter how poorly they treat men, disenfranchising us of our traditional roles in society while simultaneously enslaving us with an onerous welfare state and child support system, our participation in the economy is taken for granted.

To them, Mr. Beta will always be there to pay the taxes, take out the trash, do the grunt work, and smile while his children are taken away from him 85% of the time in child custody hearings – no matter how many cocks mom rode on her carouseling adventures or how bad of a job she does at raising her children.

As an example of the results of shoddy parenting since mommy dearest started talking sole control of the next generation, moms shoving a doughnut into little Johnny or Susie while she runs off to work for her corporate “husband” then goes to visit the bad boy after work, after cashing her child support check from Beta Bob (a check she’s never held accountable to show how was spent) has led to an obesity epidemic.

Using lamestream media’s own reporting, Courier-Journal confirms one of the effects of single mommery on society:

America is experiencing an epidemic of obesity in our children. That’s bad news, but worse is the fact that things are getting worse at an accelerating rate. Indeed, in just the past 30 years, the incidence of childhood obesity has doubled, and the incidence of obesity in teens has increased a whopping fourfold.

But fat, wimpy kids are only one symptom of a system that has totally divorced men from their own children. There are countless others painstakingly detailed by this blog and many others in the manosphere as society sinks into inexorable decline. So what does the discarded male of today do to regain some modicum of control over his life and stop financing the insanity of today’s society?

It’s time for men to stand up and say My Body, My Choice when it comes to what we choose to do with our minds and our labor. If society no longer fulfills male hopes and dreams, and leaves him with figurative blue balls sexually, he has no incentive to participate in such a system beyond the minimum it takes for him to get by. This idea has been popularized by Aaron Clarey with his Red Pill treatise on earning as little as possible:

For example I refuse to make more than $30,000 a year (if i can help it) and ensure that I take at least one month of vacation in a remote destination with 3 weekend vacations a year to split up the horrible Minnesota winters. Why do I refuse to do this? Because life is short and any money that I make beyond a certain point is taxed into oblivion and all I end up doing is becoming a host to the economic parasites of this formerly great nation. Additionally, it ain’t like there’s a lot of jobs out there anyway. Regardless, since I will die inevitably, I am packing in as much fun as I possibly can and avoiding working as much as possible.

As Clarey knows, the government has devolved into a giant leech, or perhaps a better term would be a beast, that exists only to rob the male of his utility value to women and society through excessive taxation and government programs aimed at diminishing him economically while redistributing the fruits of his labor to those who do not deserve them.

The best way for the masses of men to slay this beast is by starving it of its lifeblood, for it cannot function without the tax dollars and grunt labor of the average Joe.


Adopting minimalism maximizes freedom and minimizes investment into a system that threw men overboard two generations ago

Enter Minimalism

Women made their lives all about their wants starting in the 1960s. Men need to do the same in the early 21st century. What do most of us want? It’s really quite simple, and doesn’t involve worshiping at the altar of materialism:

  • Reasonable shelter
  • Reasonable food
  • Regular sex
  • Freedom to pursue our interests

All of these bullet points can be achieved with much less money than men are conditioned to believe they need. In fact, the very essence of masculinity is being able to survive and thrive without massive homes that only serve to enslave us with massive mortgages, meals eaten out from the corporate slop bucket, bossy women who think occasional sex is enough to justify the massive laundry list of demands they make, and being enslaved by our own materialistic desires.

Instead, men should take a page from minimalist Joshua Becker.

But what if, in reality, there is actually more joy in owning less? That truth would change almost everything about us. It would change the way we spend our hours, our energy, and our money. It would change where we focus our attention and our minds. It would change the very foundation of our lives. And if it were true, it would free us up to pursue the things in life that we most value. In other words, it would be a life-changing and life-giving realization.

Not only does this realization have the power to change everything for men, it also takes their resources out of a system that wastes them and only demands more as it tightens the noose around the Western male’s neck with money stolen from his own wallet by the government mafia.

Indeed, as the Editor of this blog and countless other men who have taken the Red Pill have realized since running of the plantation, less truly can be more when it comes to what we choose to do with our lives. However, not all men will be able to benefit from this strategy.

Unfortunately, for some, the idea of intentionally living life with fewer possessions is just too counter-intuitive. It’s an approach to life they have never been introduced to or have never been invited to explore. The benefits have never been articulated. As a result, it’s too far a leap…too long a stretch…and jumping in with both feet is just not going to happen.

But for those that do jump in, or even ease themselves into a life of minimalism the rewards can be enormous.

I have demonstrated a man can live happily on $500 a month abroad. What if men en masse decided to work 6 months out of the year, then spent 6 months a year abroad? The pussy is sweeter, the freedom is addicting, and the beaches are beautiful abroad, but for some staying Stateside is their preference. Some men may prefer to be minimialists who stay inside The Matrix, just as Clarey has decided to do.

The details aren’t important, what’s important is men finally starting to live lives their way instead of the way they’re told to live them.

Think it can’t be done? It can. It’s only a failure of imagination and adherence to social conditioning that keeps men from realizing this epic, freedom-giving truth. If you save 50% of your income, you literally only have to work half a year even if you stay inside the Anglo-American Matrix. This window of not working can be doubled or tripled if you spent your time off abroad.

There’s a two-step process to saving 50% of your income: Make a decent income, and live below your means. Future articles will be dedicated to detailing how men can do both. Or, if you want personalized advice, RF Life Coaching is available at a very affordable rate.

Remember, men. Money buys freedom. Which is why you should set up a lifestyle designed around you, not designed around a decrepit system designed to exploit male utility value. If even 10% of men take 10% of this advice, a serious wrench can be thrown into the gynocentric machine.

So spread the word.

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It Doesn’t Take Much for a Man to Live On


Wise financial words come from Realtalkers like my best friend’s dad

Genius might be defined as the ability to put a complex idea into simple terms, according to Charles Bukowski. Sage and simple words of wisdom echoed to me back in 2010 from my best friend’s father have stayed with me ever since.

At that time, I was facing bankruptcy after following the system’s advice: Go to college, get a good edumacation, get a J-O-B with an employer who supposedly gave a fuck about me, wife up someone, have a kid, and put your nose to the grindstone for 30-40 years hoping you come out alive, sane, and solvent as you prepare to die.

As luck would have it, things didn’t quite work out that way. It was relatively smooth sailing up until 2008 when the financial crisis hit. After the crash, our gentlemanly old general manager was escorted out the door and a hard ass bean counter was put in his place.

Also around this time, I had a wife and 2-year old kid, after having done the “right” thing, waiting until after college when I had the fabled “good” job to start a family. But, cracks were beginning to appear in this façade.

First of all, as I now realize years later, American women have been stewed and basted in an environment that makes them unfit for marriage. After leaving the U.S. and living abroad, I can safely say that’s not just an assumption, it’s a reality. I still cringe when I hear the cackle of an entitled, “empowered” American woman passing by. More on that another time.

To put a long story short, this fairy tale all came crashing to a halt around the time of the Great Recession.

By 2010, I was happily divorced, woefully financially insolvent, and frighteningly jobless. I challenged authority one too many times and demanded to be paid what a colleague of mine was making for a lower position (yes – I was being paid less than someone underneath me in the hierarchy who was roughly the same age and experience as me.) That was enough to get me sacked.

But none of this is the moral of the story, it’s just background.

Returning home 1,500 miles away from my former employer to lick my wounds, I was having a good, long conversation with my best friend’s dad, who has also been through the divorce and child support meat-grinder, when out came those sage words that are the title of this article.

It doesn’t take much for a man to live on.

Those words stuck with me, and they’re still helping me to this day.


“Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated.” -Confucius


That simple statement helped lead me to a much happier life of minimalism, rather than living the life consumerism I had been chasing my entire life. I began to realize that the more things I had, the more worries I had and the more bills I had.

I also began to realize that as a species of hunter-gatherers, women have a tendency to gather things they do not need, which is what powers the waste machine of consumerism in the Western world. In essence, I had been conditioned to be another gatherer of things rather than living off only what I needed as men have done since the dawn of time.

I’ve gone from having lived the so-called American Dream, to now having an apartment abroad that runs me $200 a month. I eat on $5 a day or less. I get around on a motorcycle that cost me $1,200 and costs $10 for a fill-up. Bus trips cost me about $7-15 even on long-haul destinations. I almost never go shopping and I don’t miss Walmart, the mall, or any of the other churches of consumerism that are ubiquitous in Anglo-America. This all adds up to a cost of living abroad that’s less than a child support payment back in The Matrix even though it offers a comparable material quality of life, and a superior quality of life when it comes to intangibles (women, culture, pace of life, atmosphere, climate, etc.)

I have MAYBE $2,000 of furniture in my apartment. There is no television as I don’t want the mind-rot and consumerism compulsion it sells. I have a laptop, banged up tablet, and a 2012 model cell phone to keep in touch with the outside world. A MiFi runs me about $27 a month.

I’ve gotten used to living without air conditioning. I have a nice fan to keep cool on the hottest of days, but more importantly it blows mosquitoes away when I’m working on my balcony.

And you know what? All this simplicity means I’m happier than I’ve ever been. I would never go back to my old life as a debt slave, running around with my ass on fire all the time trying to find some way to pay for a McMansion in a neighborhood I couldn’t afford.

Which leads me to this conclusion, on which my series of articles on Minimalism will be based: The answer, I believe, for most men, is less, not more.

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