Form: Diary

(Pub, burger, fries, coca cola.)

Sigh… Perfect.

THE RED PILL IN UKRAINE

I have taken the red pill, even though I never really needed a big dose of it in the first place. You should have seen my wife’s face when I said “I am not a support system for a vagina. Either this relationship is beneficial in achieving both our goals or it is not.”

On the other hand I have always believed in helping the women I am with to be all that they can be, and I come from a family of strong women who never see themselves as proletarian victims. And I don’t buy any feminist nonsense at all.

The problem for me, here in Ukraine, is that the level of ..let’s say, suppression, that I would have to engage in is beyond my tolerance level. I am just not willing to become that person. Women are fiercely proud here, never apologize the way we are taught to in the west, and in my view speak unacceptably to men. Because here, they have to. And, men often respond with unacceptable (to me) levels of physicality. I am not willing to behave that way. I still have enough chivalry in me. People in this part of the world don’t.

Talking with a friend tonight, (who I respect very much) reminded me that you can take the red pill in the states. But you don’t need to take it here. And while I’ve taken the red pill, I am willing to return to chivalry. But if I must abandon chivalry, I’d rather not play in that game at all. It’s chivalry as a demonstration of confidence and capability, not it’s more primitive component, physicality, passionate anger, and violence.

The Red Pill returns us to Chivalry. But here, its barbarism. I won’t go there.

(Woke up sick as a dog, electricity out, and construction tearing the floor above me apart. And now I know why this beautiful apartment is available for short term rent.)

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(It is so much easier to write in Ukraine. No television. No distractions. Nothing else to do but work. I was in the states two weeks and could hardly do anything. I am in Ukraine one day and I do good work.)

LITTLE LUXURIES

Overwhelming explosion of leafy green – everywhere.

Line-drying your clothes in the sun – just to get that wonderful smell.

Listening to the crickets, grasshoppers, and birds.

A garden that needs cutting back rather than fertilizer.

The difference in temperature between the sun porch at 120 degrees, and the shade at 60.

Seeing the first flowers change in response to the first cool night.

Bare feet on a freshly mown lawn.

Living life at human scale.

You see that last bit?

That’s the whole of it.

We don’t need to increase productivity.

We need to decrease it.

There isn’t any need for it.

Unemployment is not a problem.

It’s only that we don’t pay people,

For constructing the social order:

Property rights, and the commons.

Human Scale.

We did not understand what we were doing.

We can end the century of mysticism.

Life and family are too beautiful to rush through.

THANKS FOR MY FRIENDS

Just have had some wonderful messages from friends over the past few days, and I thank god every day for both the extra time I seem to have been gifted, and the wonderful people I get to share this planet with – particularly in the liberty movement.

Love you all.

Thanks again.

(Yes, I am Traveling. And yes, that is why I’m unusually quiet. Shhh.) 🙂

(thanks Paul) 🙂

(Still too under the weather to write. Got nothin’. In bed all day.)