Taking a break from my normal debauchery posts to write about something that’s been on my mind for awhile: social revolution.

Awhile back I wrote about the modern man being a pussy.  I’ve written in Facebook posts about the stupidity of Fox News (I am a liberal if you didn’t know) and my disdain for what American society has become in general, from the idolization of the rich to the dumbification of watching stupid reality shows and other shit to the small-town mindedness of the townies I lived near back when I was Stateside. I guess I like to do a lot of social commentary.  I don’t mind being called out on it, I’m not afraid of debate and confrontation.  In fact, I feel it helps us grow.

I recently picked up a book called The Leaderless Revolution by Carne Ross, a former British diplomat who became disgruntled after the US and UK used intelligence that couldn’t be proven to justify invading Iraq, while I was biding my time at Chiang Mai Immigration.  After reading it, it truly resonated with me.  It was like my thoughts were put in tangible form through someone who has more credentials than I do. This book is about how politics can be changed through people like us on a small-scale rather than through governments.  In a way, it’s almost like a call to anarchism, but not super extremist.   The book starts out about talking the Mexican wave (the wave you see at stadiums) and how it’s started by a few unknown people making some news and blows up into thousands partaking in the action.  And this is similar to how suicide bombers get their message across.  I’m not gonna do a book review at this moment, maybe later on.

Another message of the book was that revolutions don’t start from the top down, but from the bottom up.  It’s kind of Marxist in a way, but he also attacks Marxism in that people will never truly relinquish authority.  But Ross likes the ideals that Communism does promote, such as the equal level of the playing field and promoting community.  He also likes the ideas from capitalism, such as the right to self-determination and independence with limited government influence, but that comes at the cost of social justice and harmony.  This is how I feel; both the right and left have great ideas, but it’s the extremists from both ends working against each other for their own interests, instead of fostering a sense of community that we need to get ourselves out from the crisis we are in.  The world has lost that sense of community, socially.  Instead, we are all about getting new iPhones, Benzes, bigger houses, shit from Tiffany’s, and that’s where we place all of our self-worth.  We’ve lost the ability to emphasize and are in it only for ourselves.  It’s part of the reason why I left America and have a slight disdain for our culture.

Probably one of the more memorable passages I’ve read and maybe because I’m a vet was this passage about Tolstoy:

Tolstoy believed that it was those at the base of the pyramid- the foot-soldiers of Borodino or Austerlitz – who in fact made history.  The “great men” and generals who claimed to understand it in fact had not a clue.  For Tolstoy, it was ironic that historians looked to the generals and leaders for the decisions that determined history, rather than the infantry.  More ironic still was that the infantryman did so too. 

So that’s why I don’t get why some people believe in sparing the 1% from making sacrifices, calling them “job creators,” etc.  It’s because in America we have this belief that anyone can be rich if you work hard enough and you can join the elites of the 1% as well, if you work hard enough.  We idolize the lavishness of the fancy houses, exotic cars, and basically living the high-life.  But that lives no room for empathy for those at the bottom.  Americans see the poor as moochers off the system, rather than as humans.  Sure, there are bad seeds to every crowd, but what about those who are at the bottom and truly want a better life for their kids and work tirelessly to achieve that?  The numbers of those people are surprisingly higher than what Fox News wants you to think.

I also don’t understand the religious conservative movement whose religious figures are basically revolutionaries themselves.  Yet, they stand for the things that their religions stand against, such as materialism and looking down on the poor.  Even when I was in Sunday school as a kid, I don’t remember being taught that being a rich douchebag will get me into an afterlife or that Jesus was all for being an armed bad-ass motherfucker.  Or that we are supposed to not pay taxes or deprive the sick of what they need.  It seems they’re stuck in the 80s with their Reganomics ideals and “greed is good.”  They seem to not to understand that the world is a dynamic place and globalization is bring us in closer and closer.  And that bullshit of American nationalism and that were this “beacon on a hill”, “we’re #1”, all obviously said by people who have never left the country.

On the other side, I see the extreme liberal movement trying to take a way the incentives for working hard, the main motivation on why we work.  It’s really become a bunch of slackers trying to stand against the man, but they don’t even know who the man is or what they’re standing against.  It seems that they’re just doing it to be “cool” or to hear themselves talk.  They bitch about corporations while they blog about it on their iPads and listening to music on their iPods.  In the end, they’re just pretentious dicks who have no substance.  Just like the rich douches, but pretending to be poor, so they think they can “understand” the plight of the common man.  I’m sure they’ve never truly walked out of the shoes of being uncomfortable.

Either way, both the left and the right have great ideals, when combined, can help move us forward, instead of us leaning one way or the other.

Getting us out of the funk we are in now takes more than legislation and a vote for either Romney or Obama.  It takes a social change.  It takes a change where we stop looking at each other as commodities and enemies looking to take what we have and instead, coming together to make the world a better place again.  It’s turning off the biased American media we have and stupid reality shows like Jersey Shore or American Idol, and desiring to make a change locally.  I definitely love social commentaries, such as The Leaderless Revolution and Fight Club. 

Another quote I liked, is that “our dream of safety has to disappear.”  That is the philosophy that I have adopted since getting out of the Navy.  Whether it’s taking a risk to leave the realm of your comfort zone, or to achieve lofty goals, or to achieve social change, we must cut the safety net.  And in some cases, we might have to even risks our lives to get things done.  But we are all only interested in self-preservation, whether physically or materially.  Getting to where we want to be involves cutting that safety net, which will only help us grow in a long run.

So even though I’m too small to be a catalyst of social change, it all has to start somewhere.  I’m glad there are some of us out there who can break out from the status quo, but it’s still an uphill fight from here.

 

 

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Ever since Day 1 of Navy boot camp, they pitch you this idea that Australia is the dream port.  The rumors go like this: the girls are amazingly hot, girl-to-guy ratio is 8:1 and they all love Americans, Aussie men treat their women like shit because the get the pick of the litter, women are just waiting for you to get off the boat, Adopt-A-Sailor, guys missing ship movement, blah blah blah.  Well, after my first deployment in 2004 got “extended,” we headed to Perth, Australia.

 

Perth Western Australia

 

The names of those in the story are undisclosed (as with all my stories) to protect the innocent.  The only people who know the identities are me, those involved, and probably some of my buddies from the Navy.

 

I heard rumors of women throwing tennis balls at the boat with their phone numbers in order to get some sailor and chics even eating each other out as the liberty boats would pull into the pier.  (The tennis balls may not be true since these girls would have to have a cannon arm to get to the carrier anchored 2 miles out…as for chics eating each other out, well I dunno…that would be awesome if true.)  Well, when we got to the pier at Freemantle, there were index cards posted up of girls looking for sailors to show around town (mainly, they were looking for fighter pilots, but that can’t be too hard to fake, right?).  Whorehouses handing out business cards with the American flag on them and the quote, “the place the Yanks wore out” or something along those lines (the boat was there the year before during the Shock and Awe campaign and were out to sea for 180 days straight I guess, so I could see that happening.)  My buddies and I took the train to Perth and partied out in town, mainly looking for beers and titty bars, which was a success, and I partied so hard, I lost my voice. We all had to be back on the boat the next day, so we took a cab back to the boat for our mandatory 24 hours of duty.

 

The next day, a buddy and I got a hotel room of at the Burswood Resort and Casino.  It was $110/night and discounted from 50% so we took it and split the cost.  We planned to meet at the hotel that night and I met up with another friend who I took the train with into Perth.  Sitting on the train, a cute girl walked up to us and asked if we were American, this girl was on her way to work, but she skipped work (at some festival/carnival thing) to show us around, took us back to her boss who asked us, “Are you in Perth to see the kids?” We told her it was our first time, so she became less cynical.  Then, she took us grocery shopping, then back to her place.  My buddy got a piece of that, so I left and headed to the Burswood.

 

When my buddy and I checked in, we found out that the only thing they had available was a room with only one king-sized bed.  We decided to roll with it and hope we scored tonight.  We proceeded to go to Northbridge to party and pick up chics.  As it came to no surprise, there were a bunch of squids there.  The hot Navy chics who wouldn’t talk to you on the boat, now all of a sudden, they’re all dressed to the nines and trying to talk to you, because they all know about the Aussie girls.  Of course, I just blew the Navy chics by the wayside.  We found a place that was kinda chill and less squids.  After partying and drinking like a sailor the entire night, an Indian girl with a hot Aussie accent (I love accents) came up to me to chat me up.  She asked where I was staying and I told her the Burswood, so she took me by the hand and dragged me out the bar.  We passed my buddy and I pulled him out as well.  We all got into a cab and booked it to the Burswood.

 

When we got to the lobby, we decided to go into the casino to find my friend a girl.  Just in luck, there was a bachelorette party group right as we walked into the casino floor.  We talked to the girls and my buddy picked up the one with “nice personality.”  She really was a nice girl, but well…..nevermind.  Anyways, we all went up to our room and confronted the dilemma with one bed.  While my buddy and this girl just talked, I was dragged into the bathroom.  I was told, “Listen mate, I have no problem with casual sex or sex without commitment.  If you wanna find another bird in the casino, I got no problem with that and I’ll stay here for the night with no issues.” I told her, “Look, I won tonight.” I don’t need to go into more details…except that my buddy and this girl wouldn’t stop talking on the bed, so we “used” the bed as well right next to them.

The only reason I had to wake up the next morning to walk her out was that you needed a key to run the elevator…

Part 2 is the post-drunk, hungover, and drunk again of our last night in Australia.

And of course,

 

 

The Modern Man is a pussy

October 10, 2012

So all I have to do is put up a picture of a half-naked woman and you will read my blog? Well, here you go :).

And here is the article that told me that half-naked women will attract readers.

Something else I like to do is social commentary….and of course, being controversial.

When I was in the Navy, after my exploits with foreign women (hookers or not), I told myself I would swear off American women.  For two years, I didn’t give a shit about American women.  I thought they were spoiled, materialistic, and expected every guy to kiss their ass.  I would even publicly shout it out and even told my American female friends my thoughts.  Of course, they didn’t appreciate my opinion, but I still told them.  Despite living in America, when I was in Virginia Beach, there were a lot of Russian women there, and I got to know many of them (some of them…pretty well, to say the least, only to find out that some of them are just as spoiled and materialistic as American chics, if not more).  Also I met a lot of Hispanic girls, so I managed to avoid American chics during my last two years in the Navy.

But dwelling on it, I feel that it’s the modern Western man can be a spineless pussy.  I remember coming home from the Navy and just hanging out with dudes who were trying to either find a one-night stand or their wife at the bar.  And they would put so much care and desperation on nights out, it was pathetic.  And they would act like little girls if you “took” a girl they liked (I’m not saying being a cockblock, just you can’t make the choice of who people should like), even if I did nothing with them.  Guys trying to go out of to please every single girl they see or to act like total Tapout, materialistic douchebags to attract the girls who have very little depth to them.  Mind you, I used to be guilty of this as well.  I was a guy who was really had no confidence with women and maybe I covered that up with the whole douchebag trying to pick up chics as well.  Or dudes who would spend hours getting ready, longer than any ex-girlfriend I used to have.  I used to be a numbers guy (basically, trying to run up the scoreboard with “conquests”).  But I knew guys who thought three dates with a women constitutes being in a committed relationship and the meeting the parents should be done within 7 months of “dating” a girl.  I also knew those “Dude, let’s go pick up some chics” guys (hell, I was one of them).  Whether, it’s being a douchebag or doormat, the modern man is a kiss-ass pussy.

I see this now in Thailand as well.  Pussy-ass dudes trying to kiss ass to women to try to get them into bed, whether it is a drunk tourist chic or bargirls; dudes are fucking weak.  Look at the dudes we have as “role models”; like Justin Bieber, the modern hipster, or Matthew McCounaghey.  The world has no more John Waynes or James Deans.  Maybe it’s whole materialism of modern society that has caused us to be this way.  Honestly, I can’t stand guys who can’t stand to be single or if I hear “Dude, let’s go get some pussy,” I’m bailing out.  These are the same guys who would throw their loyalty towards each other for one another if it came to shagging a better looking girl.

There’s of course the other side…that women are more materialistic and all about this Sex and the City bullshit.  And I’m against that as well.  I cannot stand a materialistic chic.  I’d rather have a woman who likes sports and will stand up to me, but maintain some kind of femininity as well, and not try to outswear me or out drink me.  Basically, try to outman me.

I’m not advocating a modern men’s right movement and I’m not saying this because I’m bitter that Western women don’t like me (they probably don’t, but I don’t care in the first place).  And I don’t consider myself the authority in manliness.  I’m not against love and relationships, despite not being in one for four years (that’s by choice).  But I can’t stand how needy the modern man has become when it comes to women.   Now, I despise what I used to be.  Overall, the true measure of a man should be whether he’ll have your back in a fight (if it isn’t your fault) or bail out like a pussy.  If  you were getting your ass whooped in 10 vs. 1 fight, a true friend would make sure it was 5 on 2.  A man not having courage or any loyalty deserves no respect.  Also, a guy who can’t stand being single deserves none as well.

I still prefer a foreign woman (such as an Eastern European, Latina, or Asian) over an American girl, but I’ve learned to judge on character.  I think I just ran into too many woman that fit the stereotype.  And of course, there’s foreign women that fell into that materialistic bullshit trap.  I’d rather have a tough, down-to-earth American woman than some foreign materialistic chic.

Overall, I just hate clingy people.

Another man who feels the same as me: The Modern Man is a Pussy.

I encourage dialogue…so feel free to state your peace….If you know me and wanna call me out, call me out.  I don’t mind defending myself and if I’m wrong, I’ll make the proper edits.

By the way, that pic of a half-naked woman is a Thai ladyboy…..you’re welcome ;).

Being the Outsider

October 5, 2012

All my life, I’ve always felt like the outsider.  As a kid in school, I never felt like I fit in.  This was especially emphasized when I moved to Wisconsin from Chicago at the age of 12.  I never had any negative thoughts about Milwaukee and I liked Wisconsin as a kid, but it’s like people in suburban Wisconsin have this inferiority complex with Chicago, so they hate everything Chicago.  Because they hate the Cubs and Bears, people from Chicago must be assholes.  Because there’s a shitload of traffic in the third largest city in the US, Chicago must be a shitty city, despite millions of tourists visiting Chicago every year and I’ve heard people calling Wisconsin a flyover state.  So it caused to me to develop, I guess you can say hatred, of many things Wisconsin (Actually, I’ve learned to like the city of Milwaukee and its people, despite my suburban Milwaukee experience, and Madison is really cool too.  The suburbs can go fuck themselves).  But many of these suburbanites are the ones who are afraid to drive outside a 10 mile radius outside of their front door, so I’ve learned to not take their opinions very seriously.  I’m digressing from my point as I let my frustrations take over…

So, in high school, I never was really one of the popular kids.  I never really considered myself a bottom feeder, but probably close to that level.  Of course, when you’re a teenager you are looking for your identity and somewhere to fit in.  Honestly, that quest carried on into my 20s.

I guess my experience as the outsider has shaped who I am today.  I dread going back to my little suburb of Milwaukee, Wisconsin and visiting a few of the townie bars and basically stepping into my high school reunion.  I remember when I first came home from the Navy and chatting with some of the people I went to high school with, who I actually never talked to in those days, and sharing experiences.  It was sad for me to hear that their days after high school never changed.  I even told them about hanging out in downtown Milwaukee and they acted like it was another world.  And downtown Milwaukee is only 20 minutes away.  I would consider it a nightmare and a failure in my life to have to end up going back there and ending up like them.  Honestly, I’d rather shoot myself.

I’m sure within mainstream American society, I am still the outsider.  Here I am, almost 31 years old, never married, no kids, no house in the burbs with no material possessions to my name.  Living outside the country and making what is consider shit wages to people back home.  I made more on the GI Bill working on my degree, than I do busting my ass working two teaching jobs.  Despite my frustrations, I wouldn’t have it any other way.  It has taught me a lot and I feel I’ve changed in the process.  It’s that old cliche that “travel changes you.”  Well, I definitely feel changed from all of this.

I’ve learned to relish into my role as an outsider now.  Even within the people I associate with now, I still feel like the outsider.  That’s fine, I’m comfortable in that role.  Someone has to be the one to do drastic, crazy things to spice up life.  I talk about the people back home with some of my friends or casual travelers that I run into here and our sentiments are the same: we dread going back to that small-town mindset environment.  So I guess this is my part of my crusade: to fight against the small-town mindset.