The Retvrn of Grandpa Simpson

I was listening to a podcast produced by the Asatru Folk Assembly. As it seems to be the trend with most podcasts now, material is often driven by a question/answer phase via an app. Which in this case was a good gamble as the questions were all good, not all podcasts can claim the same. As it went, one of the questions was regarding dating/marriage. What is the best time to marry, or by what time ought a man to have married. That was the question. No easy answers. Mr. Flavel, the host, did swimmingly. Of course. He’s a clever man. You have to be in order to make anything work that involves herding Asatruar, or Dissidents or any such thing sufficiently out of the mainstream light. The podcast is Victory Never Sleeps, if you have time, it’s worth your time.

At any rate. The segment forced me to check my own memories. In past, one of my self-appointed tasks was trying to straighten out the young members of a group I had worked with. Zoomers, the generation is nicknamed. I’ll spare you the moral soliloquy on why this is important work. It should be obvious, but, sadly, it is not. As men age, they take their wisdom for granted, and so often hoard it for themselves, and later wonder why it is so many of the young seem like they’re stand-ins in a Tim LaHaye movie.

Left behind, yo.

One of the greatest problems facing the Zoomers, it would seem, is precisely this. The dating question. In my day, things were better. For normal people, anyway. I always preferred the fringe elements of this, or that. But now, there is no normal. The fringes on the dress have frayed. The stuffing is coming out. Whatever. The point is, it is becoming harder for men to rely on the basic institutions of dating they once could.

As to the biological question. The podcast gave a bifurcated answer. Summarily, when you’re ready. That is not easy to gauge. A certain maturity level is required. What I will attempt to dissect is what some of the hallmarks of this level are, since men in my age bracket and above struggle with understanding that none of this is common knowledge. Maturity is not so readily apparent as it was, and it isn’t a word that has meaning on all levels. It doesn’t translate downhill.

I know that for myself, it was in my early 20s that the reality of my situation gripped me. I always knew I wanted a wife and children, to carry on the family name and do pagan stuff in the woods – as they say. I think I was around 23-24 when it dawned on me that a quarter of my life had been sucked into the äther, and that it belonged to Urd leaving me with that block unusable. What did I have left? 60 years? 70? Broken down, realistically, I had two or three years of dating left, another or so of courtship. If I hadn’t gotten my first child by age thirty, statistically, things would get harder. The pressure was on. So I started dating and taking it seriously.

Common “wisdom” dictates that it all “just” “happens.” Not true. It might, for some. These brave few go on to become the loud minority that the majority bases their false appeals on. Finding “the one” is a labour of love. You must work on yourself, and get out there. Women will not fall in your lap. You do not ‘deserve’ a woman, she is not a thing you can buy unless you live in the Russian Federation or are a Yid. Or a Mud. Nevermind, bad example. Western Women are a product of a Western World, which believes human beings are not to be objectified. And yet, a happy marriage should be the object of many people’s attentions.

There is a sense of entitlement in the Culture abroad. Men, women and children feel entitled to this, or that. They do because of the omnipresent ((( m e s s a g i n g ))) that is all but inescapable. There aren’t many spinsters or incels in the Jew owned media. Thus, the reality of your situation is not apparently until very late in the hour. As the podcast said, very often, it is when you have sorted out your social responsibilities and find yourself too old to be of value to the breeding pool.

Anyway. With dating there should be some introspection. You should be asking yourself questions. You should be establishing firm boundaries based upon the answers to these questions.

I’m going to dispense with some advice that is considered unorthodox. But orthodoxy is overrated, typically pompous, and generally annoying.

You should have a firm grasp on what you find attractive in the body that carries your soulmate. Men are sensorial creatures. I have dealt with many men who, attracted to X, pursue Y because the stereotypical image of what a ‘trophy wife,’ a ‘based gf,’ or whatever the hell now, looks like. An example I have seen is a young man who, attracted exclusively to well-fed women, is mortified of being approbated by the magazine cover crowd with their platitudes, and dates pointedly skeletal looking things as a reactionary impulse. He finds them loathsome, and in the end, becomes a, dare I say it, can I say it? Toxic individual. His unrequited attractions lend to desperation, and this often leads to derogatory behaviour.

Physical attraction is a viable metric, there is a reason it is there, it is nature’s divining rod. Fear of judgement in any sphere, orthodox or not, is sublimated and so crippling that many folk unconsciously live false lives simply because the entirety of our present infrastructure is a shame-based organism. But consider logically how the goalposts have moved; the basic conservative model around which the shame/achievement parallax was founded has been subsumed by the neoliberal one which actively subverts the old, with the old playing fast and loose. It is, ultimately, just a trap.

It is worth noting that attraction has layers. In past, I was stunned to learn that the grasp of these nuances were not immediate, and that there are, in fact, people who just don’t know. Basic attraction constitutes physicality. Do gentlemen truly prefer blondes? Do you like a woman who is trim, fit, fat or what? Is she tall, or short? What shape? Apple, pear… banana? The spectrum is vast, and the combinations of what people are drawn to are vast. It isn’t a question of perfection, but approximation. A fitness freak who wants his equal in weight of squats or burpees or some shit isn’t going to fare well getting hitched to the doughnut queen of mukbang. A man who likes ‘em big would be ill-advised looking for his wife at a weight-watchers’ clinic, maybe Planet Fitness, but definitely not CrossFit. And then there is the ocean between the poles, some folk simply like things plain, average. Unremarkable. Own it. No sense in living life for the magazine covers, ain’t nobody gonna be there on high gloss behind closed doors.

The media presents the double standard of narrow optimalism of quantifying physical attractiveness by magazine models, male and female, while simultaneously touting the sanctimonious delirium of looking past faults in partners to get to the tootsie roll centre. How many licks? I don’t know. This insane double standard only lends itself to potential partners treating eachother like they’re doing eachother favours by overlooking ‘faults’ rather than resonating, magnifying and glorying in eachother both emotionally, physically and thus spiritually. The old Anglican wedding vows had it; “with my body I thee worship.” If you can help it, you shouldn’t put yourself at a disadvantage. You don’t attain spiritual unity worshipping a false god, how will you find true worship where the body is a temple, if you’re going to the wrong church?

Having been honest with yourself about where your attractions lie, and all that jazz. The equally important question you should entertain is what your values are. It is enormously important that you should be able to control this narrative for yourself, for if you do not your house will always have a vacuum of power. Yes, power. All human beings seek power. All households have a head. There is no such thing as democracy. Do you believe in a traditionally structured house in which the man heads the household? You must understand that if this is important to you, you cannot expect a woman with no moral education to ‘fall in line.’ She may, but this will take years. Women have been exposed to incalculable propaganda from every conceivable angle. All moral compassing is indoctrination, so dispense with the notion that there’s a belief system that isn’t. That’s a damned lie, and you know it. Are you some kind of free-wheeling Shitlib who wants to be dominated by a louder, stronger man in a woman’s body? Own it. Or not. I don’t care.
Your political inclinations play less a role than how you wield them. Women have a high tolerance for deviation if basic needs are met, chiefly, their own comfort. Are you capable and willing to make a woman’s life comfortable? I don’t care about the modern platitudes. Women settle. Even if their equivalent of settling is being warped by chaos. In order to make a woman comfortable it behoves you to know the vector of approach to life is different. Men tend to approach things logically, women emotionally. You ought to have a rudimentary understanding of basic psychology. Because she might not. Of course, she may.

All in all, you should be up front. From the start. What kind of life are you building? Where is your life going? If you can’t answer, it means your life is going nowhere, and hers will too. Women crave material security. They seek providers. Don’t waste your time complaining with your borrowed scientific lingo about hypergamy or any of this shit. A woman’s craving for creature comfort is a guarantor of basic universal eugenics. If she gives herself to every Tom, Dick and Nigger than, well, you have the current year. If she gives herself to the capable man, logically, she perpetuates capable genes. Which is why it has been so important for the neoliberal machine to scramble women’s brains and change the definitions of those previous staples.

But the reality is. No woman will ever be satisfied with a man she can push around, hem or haw at. She will challenge every authority you have and on every level she can contrive, and while insufferable, infuriating and fatiguing, it is nature’s way of sharpening you as a sword by subjecting you to constant, ceaseless, merciless moral, intellectual and structural fortification. If you aren’t the kind of eugenic man to provide children with firm leadership, then navigating the straits of a woman’s inner child successfully – will. Rise to the occasion, rather than wallow up and proverbially die. The pitiful truth is that men have been conditioned to lie down and take it, and women conditioned to take it for granted. Women see men being limp dicks, and seek disappointing specimens, having no security in their lives with weak men, they become gradually more caustic and abusive while their men more and more resemble what a feminist thinks a 50s housewife did. A pill-popping failure who needs a safespace from his shrew of a spouse, and mutates into the pathetic boomer with his ‘I h8 my wife’ bumper stickers.

No.

Sadly, many Zoomers are already there. The staggering levels of cynicism among boy-children steering men’s bodies (18-24) is horrendous. This comes from the media representation of women as these salvific, immutable, infallible spawns of angel farts and saint’s tears. Having a concrete image of women as unassailable leads men to become passive observers in their own lives, believing they are cattle for women to train, reshape and lecture who have no recourse to reciprocate. The burgeoning dynamic is of staggering passive, and actual aggression. The reality is, yes, most women need to be dressed down. But there are right ways and wrong ways of doing it. Because women have a paradox of seeking father figures in their mates, you must become fatherly to succeed, it behoves you to do this BEFORE engaging. The same basic characteristics of a good father: patience, forbearance and foresight; apply to managing a marriage. Because women are emotional creatures, it follows, you should expect irrationality, and be able to circumnavigate it without being sucked into it. The media plays it off with a schizo dichotomy that makes it impossible for men basing their reality off it to succeed. Women often use logic as a front to guard their inner child, it makes them seem imperious, arrogant, or in short, bitchy. That’s because the logic isn’t real, really, it’s a calculated image. But it’s their own way of imitating dad being an asshole. Which ultimately is not much different than a toddler throwing trucks because he knows he won’t get his way in the way he wants it, when and how and where he does.

Now. And this I think is important. There is a reactionary gland where violence against women among the frustrated young has become a meme. Dressing women down isn’t about brutalising them or revenging yourself for being an unimpressive pansy with stunted emotional growth. It’s the biological eugenic process, again. The point is to disentangle a woman from some of the programing she has endured, and by that same token if done in a fatherly spirit, elevate your own pedigree. Because realistically, you cannot expect a woman to change for the better if you haven’t. Women follow leaders. Even these high profile businesswomen do little but quote the gurus that moulded them. If you aren’t capable of becoming her quotable guru, your life will become a shallow joke and a ceaseless torment and you will like a cuckold see other men’s words on her fridge, or her ass in yoga pants.
And nobody wants that. Death to yoga pants.
The reality is, like it or not, that menfolk are nature’s natural leaders. With the disintegration of the modern man has come the breakdown of society. Some women make effective leaders, but it is a sleight of hand one is poorly counselled to gamble on. Most women are not leaders. Most are followers. Hence the rapid deterioration of the infrastructure. Am I blaming women? No, in fact. I am blaming effeminised men, and masculinised women to a far lesser degree. It’s not a mystery. In the chicken world, in the absence of an alpha cock, hens take on secondary sexual characteristics. They grow combs and wattles like a rooster’s, they learn to crow (albeit shriller than a trve cock) and eventually in the late stages, call it third wave henogamy, they mount smaller, weaker hens and do the, em, cock-a-doodle-do. In short, Nature Rosie Odonal’s them. Spend time watching footage of Women’s Liberation speakers, who will quote their influences. Despite all their rage, they’re still just a smashing pumpkins song. For women the question lies with who their influence is. For you: the question is, are your worth being influential?

Anyway. There are a few thoughts. They are based on closing in on 9 years of knowing my wife, juxtaposed with the lives of others in various age groups. I stand by my confession. Fixing many of these problems facing society isn’t an insurmountable task fit fir a Sisyphus or Hercules. It requires honesty. Align yourself with your inclinations, morals and beliefs. That’s been the aim of all philosophy, however redundant, for many years. Probably hasn’t been an enjoyable read, it wasn’t intended as offensive, but probably still is. Peace out, cub scouts. I have to get ready for to go to my bench press.

Some easy to remember pointers:

• Falling with someone you find unattractive isn’t a heroic sacrifice, like the media intimates.
• Physical, as well as emotional disharmony can lead to deterioration of the psyche.
• Honesty really is the best policy.
• Personality is incredibly important, and will outlast your physical prime, but the prime is there for a reason.
• “Settling” is a masochism everyone will pay for. Up to and including but not limited to any children produced in said relation.
• Society is broken and cannot be used as a metric for finding happiness.
• Mere reactionary-ism is insufficient, doing the opposite of what demonstrably sucks a solution does not make.
• Self-mastery is required of every man, this begins on the emotional spectrum and ends with the physical. That mastery varies man to man, and cannot be readily quantified, but does involve resonance of ideal with reality.
• Your values and principles should inform your personality. Not the other way around.
• To be compatible with your personality, she should be compatible with at least half of your values.
• Women follow, and in time the scales will shift your way, if your mutual compatibility is strong. The shift is determined by whose will is strongest.
• Women seek father figures.
• A good father is tender and loving, but at the same time firm and unyielding – he knows when to give, and when to hold fast.
• A good father allows others to learn their own lessons by guiding sight unseen to the right answer, force is not an answer, it is a dictatorship – not a partnership.
• Men must anticipate the actions and reactions of his partner, as well as appreciate their emotional gravity.
• Because men and women operate on different wavelengths, it pays to understand emotions as a variable so that even when your wavelengths don’t match, you can approximate them.
• You must be prepared to spend time on a one-way road that doesn’t go your way, in order to turn the ship around.
• Never take seriously anyone who in any way compares raising animals to raising children. Pets are in no way a metric to anticipate parenthood. People who think this may justify being bogged. Or at the very least unwaveringly rebuked.

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A note about myself. As of writing, I am, unless my math is wrong, recently turned 34. I am married, currently happily. Yes, I find my wife attractive. We have not always seen eye to eye, but we do now – most of the time. We have weathered ups and downs, and marriage has taught me a great deal about patience. It has also taught me that the opposite is sometimes true of what the media portrays. I have dated 3-1/2 women and had sex with one. My experience with carnal matters is therefore limited, but my pattern recognition and observational faculties work just fine. I have noticed that those who have entertained many partners have muddied vision, blindly engaged in their own highly involved experiential bias. Compromised specimens, as it were, for building an analytical framework.

Becoming a good- or at least steadfast- husband, I think, has translated into my being a capable first time father. My heart is gladdened by the compliments received on Seaxling’s often sterling, if exceptionally energetic behaviour. But energy is vitality. As to becoming a future father in the context of marriage before children. That patience is the real practise. It involves being able to wait for proper conclusions, not rushing to or forcing a perceived convenience or compromise. This can take weeks, months or years. Compromise has been made a hot button. Like many words, its meaning is lost in the puckerbrush. Compromise is conflated with intention. Women are conditioned to measure compromise based on whether they achieve their desired results with as little deviation from their desired outcome as possible. Men are no different, but it is not so fashionable to be open about this as a man. In fine, compromise is false. In the past, ACCORD and no compromise was sought. All compromise is , is a gradual loss of position, there is no instance in which this is not true.

When I compromised with my wife or she with me, all it meant was achieving half-measures for the both of us which satisfied neither one of us. Compromise increases internalised disharmony. It isn’t hard to grasp how this is true, given the nature of compromise exemplified by the world we live in. From the macrocosmic to the microcosmic, compromise is a lowering of the bar and a gradual dissent into meaninglessness. Observe the political arena.

Accord is an elevation of spirit, a raising of the bar, when two parties actually find unity, as opposed to dickering and niggling.
When I met my wife she was a neoliberal, cultural Christian. I was, at the time, a self-described National Socialist losing his faith in the kike-god and returning to the Asatru which had carried him through life, and actually brought him peace rather than pain, unity rather than contrivance, and place rather than mental gymnastics. In a window of seven years, it took that amount of time for me to exorcise the false-gods of said neoliberalism and popery and/or post-popery from my house and establish the seedbed of a strong generational future for my son, devoid of the disconcerted, disharmonious emptiness of my own produced by parents who disagreed, so cleverly they thought, over nothing, to no effect, with only myself as collateral.

Achieving this unity of purpose has made life worth living. But you, reader, especially if you are my junior, should know; the longer you wait to secure the future, the harder it becomes. Many women have false convictions they have been convinced are real, which to us seem fickle and annoying. But as women age these impresarios become gospels in their heads, even when those gospels don’t bring them actual peace or stability, because they have become identifiers. Much in the way a middle aged man of a certain generation identifies himself not by his beliefs, but his job. Nothing is ever impossible, but the older you get, the more patience will be required of you to get where you are, especially if you know where you are going, and the rest of the world does not.

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