On Size

Before the 1970’s, nobody cared how big his penis was.

But now we live in an era where size supposedly matters. Maybe it does. Maybe it doesn’t. With the ubiquity of porn these days, it seems like every guy knows not only his height and weight, but also his girth and length.

But here’s my simple view.

I don’t care. In fact, I’m happy with what I have. I’m grateful that I don’t have a micropenis that won’t fit into anything because it’s too small. I’m grateful that I don’t have a horsecock that can hardly fit into anything because it’s too big. I’m pretty sure I’m about average and that means I can go balls deep in most orifices of most girls (though some of them have more than just a mouthful to work with). That makes me happy.

Even if I did care – there’s nothing* I can really do to change my dick size. Or my height. So I don’t worry about either. I’ve dated tall women and I’ve dated short women. I’m 5’7″, 5’8″ on a good day. Tallest I dated was a German girl who was 5’11”. Shortest I dated I think was a girl who was 4’11”.



*No girl has really ever complained about my dick size so I’ve never seriously looked into ways to increase it. While I wouldn’t mind an extra inch or two – what I’ve got works well enough and I’d rather use my time for something else than something that might increase my length or girth (or hurt me!).

**I could wear platform shoes, but I’d rather just be comfortable with my height and dress well so that I look good and appropriate.

It’s Never So Simple

An excerpt from one of Chris Rock’s stand ups:

“The whole country’s got a fucked up mentality. We all got a gang mentality. Republicans are fucking idiots. Democrats are fucking idiots. Conservatives are idiots and liberals are idiots.

Anyone who makes up their mind before they hear the issue is a fucking fool. Everybody, nah, nah, nah, everybody is so busy wanting to be down with a gang! I’m a conservative! I’m a liberal! I’m a conservative! It’s bullshit!

Be a fucking person. Listen. Let it swirl around your head. Then form your opinion.

No normal decent person is one thing. OK!?! I got some shit I’m conservative about, I got some shit I’m liberal about. Crime – I’m conservative. Prostitution – I’m liberal.”

Rarely are my views on any one topic completely black and white, especially if I don’t know much about the topic at hand or it’s a hot button issue.

Say abortion.

Pro-choice? Pro-life? How about both?

Overall – I’d say I’m pro-life. But not for the reason you think. Besides the matter of infanticide (not uncommonly practiced in more ancient times), I think that abortion has serious consequences on the girl. I already know that it can mess up the mind of a woman to have a miscarriage, and each consecutive one makes it worse. There are varying levels of damage of course, but that’s not the point. A woman will mourn the death of her child, whether or not it manages to take its first breath. With abortion, I believe it’s even worse, because the death of the baby is a choice. That takes a simple death (bad enough) and turns it into a kill. Maybe even a murder depending on how you look at it. Regardless, the effect on the psyche of a woman who chooses it can’t be good.

Not everyone has the same reason. Sometimes a woman just plain can’t afford to raise the child. I’d certainly understand as I believe that raising a child when you’ve not the means to do so is akin to child abuse.

But what about the woman who possibly could afford to raise it but chooses to have an abortion anyway? I don’t believe that she walks away from that unscathed. And if it looks like she’s relatively unscathed, then I’m liable to think the damage is even worse. Who would want to be with a woman who does not mourn the death of her own flesh and blood?

Not me.

So on one hand, I’d do everything in my power to avoid having any women I care about have an abortion.

Yet – on the other hand – there’s no way I can afford to raise a child right now. I’m not ready to get married and settle down with one woman. I’m neither financially stable enough nor mentally prepared to put aside my wants and needs at this point in time to take care of someone other than myself, let alone a baby! So if I accidentally got a girl pregnant, and she chose to get an abortion, I wouldn’t stop her. In fact, I’d probably encourage it. I’d pay for half of it. If necessary, all of it. But I wouldn’t like it.

Giving said child up for adoption would be preferable, but I don’t have much time to set that up. Handing them over to be a ward of the state in foster care is playing a rigged lottery in which winning could either be a great life or a life of abuse and misery.

Even better, of course, is never getting a girl pregnant.

And because I’d never wish for the “Qual der Wahl” [agony of choice] between the lesser of two evils, I fastidiously adhere to the use of an ounce of prevention…

…that I may never need a pound of cure.


H/T: Karl for helping me find the correct excerpt (Google search, his post came up).

Book Review: SJWs Always Lie

Book Review SJWs Always LieI’ve bought six copies of SJWs Always Lie.

I lost one copy, bought one to replace it. Gave that copy to my roommate. Bought a copy for my best friend. Bought a copy for my sister as a Christmas gift, now that she’s been promoted to management. I was reading this book during a break in training and one of the guys in my training platoon inquired about the book. I asked him if he knew anyone who was immune to reason and or got offended as if it were their job. Bought him a copy too. There was a man who worked at the Subaru dealership that serviced my car. He had a bowl of nuts in his hands and asked one of his co-workers if he wanted some of “his nuts”. As I laughed quietly to myself and smiled, he noticed my expression a look of horror and disappointment flashed across his face as he fled the scene. I tracked him down to tell him not to fret, for I found the joke funny. I bought him a copy as well.

You see, SJWs Always Lie, is probably the most revolutionary book of 2015. The PC Police are grating on everyone and you can find a sympathetic ear within anyone who’s had an uncomfortable brush with any kind of those holier than thou types, we call SJW.

SJWS Always Lie is a gateway drug, that could potentially lead an unsuspecting reader to discover a whole host of paradigm shifting ideas. It uses readily google-able examples such as Brendan Eich, noble prize winner Tim Hunt, and a few others to demonstrate what happens when one runs afoul of SJWs, intentionally or not. This quickly gets attention.

Vox Day tells you what an SJW is, why you should care, how to identify them, how they operate, and how to deal with them. He gives you a step by step guide of what to do and what not to do. If you wish to survive under the watchful eye of HR in today’s jungle of the working world, this book is a must read.

Get one of these for yourself and your mates here.

Set them free.


Book Review: Do the Philippines

This is a long overdue review of Matt Forney’s latest book, Do the Philippines.

Book Review Do the Philippines

He mailed me a review copy of the PDF file in December and I finally got his paperback version of the book a little over a week ago. For months in 2015, Matt had been taunting me with little snippets about the Philippines. What most caught my attention was this article about the strong family oriented culture of the Philippines, as I seek one day to start my own.

An excerpt from that article:

In the Philippines, women do not identify with each other as a class, nor do they define men as a class. Filipinos and Filipinas see themselves as part of a cohesive whole; one cannot exist without the other. Filipinos are fiercely loyal to their family and friends, wives are devoted to their husbands, and mothers defend their children. The antagonistic gender feminism loved by American women—the feminism of “rape culture,” work fetishism and mythological glass ceilings—would go over as well as a wet fart here. Filipinas can vote, hold down jobs and go to college: feminists have nothing to offer them aside from unhappiness.

In a culture where your family is the most important thing in your life, why would anyone side with their sex over their own flesh and blood?

At this point in my life – I recognize that the society I live in is quite messed up and most everything I’ve been taught has been a lie or counterproductive in some manner. The opportunity to date a woman who truly knows how to treat a man, how to treat a husband, how to raise a family, is valuable to me. Though I cannot say for certain that I’d want to marry a Filipina, I can say I’d consider it based on what Matt Forney has told me in his articles and his book, Do the Phillipines.


His book clocks out at a bite-sized 86 pages. It’s possible to finish the book in a single sitting (I did). It covers everything from the culture of the Philippines, the girls, how to date them, how to meet them, living expenses, where to go, and where not to go. There’s almost no fluff whatsoever and the writing is in Matt Forney’s usual manner (funny, informative, and at times…thought provoking).

Instead of going into the complete nitty gritty like all the other reviews have already done, I’ll say this.

It’s clear to me, reading this book, that Matt Forney fell in love with the Philippines and her women and that he wishes they find love with men who will love them. Do you want a wife will obey you, cook, clean, and raise children with you, who will love you in sickness and health? Do you not know where to find them?

Pick up this book and plan your next trip to the Philippines now.


Disclaimer: The links I provide are not affiliate links – I review books in exchange for a copy, because I wanted to read the book and enjoyed it.

Poem of the Week: Who Am I?

POTW  - Who am I

“I’m not Sam who likes green-eggs and ham,

I’m neither Garfield, Calvin, Dragonball-Z, nor He-man.

I’m not a Redskins or Chelsea fan,

I’m not any kind of sportsfan,


I am my blood, my genes, my race,

All those reflect in my face,

I’m my father, my brother, my mentors, three,

Their thoughts repeated near verbatim by me,


I am am pain, joy, bliss, and agony,

Man of clay, with all faculties,

Insanely sane, or maybe the opposite is true,

Know I myself, better than you?


Actually, what it is that I am,

Is quite plain to see,

For in the end,

I am who I chose to be.”



I’ve finally come around to understanding why my father always talked about having a plan B, C, D, and even Z. It only took me 23 years.

Contingency plans. Back up plans. I like to call them redundancies (I think influenced by reading Nassim Taleb’s anti-fragile?). Back ups of my back ups.

The thing is – things go wrong. Not everything works according to plan. Cliché, cliché, cliché. In practical terms, I’m an officer in the military now. A butter bar with butter fingers. That is to say, I lose things. I forget things. I misplace things that are right in front of me. Sometimes that means that I’m missing a flag patch on my right shoulder. One other, particularly embarrassing time, it meant that I was missing my patrol cover (PC). In those brief flashes of time, no amount of excuses or clichés could save me from the fact that I was out of uniform and that it was usually painfully obvious.

To fix that – I put several redundancies in place. I’ve got three sets of PCs. One on my head, one in my car, and one at home. If I lose one on my head, I replace it from my car, and then buy a new one at the earliest opportunity. I carry an extra flag and unit patch in the pockets, under which my flag patch and unit patch respectively go. As soon as a patch comes off (it comes off with my ruck in the field, for example), I’m able to fix the problem on the spot and go about my day as normal. I have a back up set in my car and two at home (a total of 5 pairs of patches).There have been times where someone else in my training platoon lost a flag patch and I was able lend him one and he’d return it to me the next day.

Redundancies save lives, you know.


God I Hope So

God I Hope So

I hold a lot of beliefs or thoughts. I don’t believe every belief equally. Most of them I just hold in the back of my head and compare to what I see as I experience life. A lot of the time, I don’t even pursue satisfaction of my curiosity about them because I think it’s a waste of time.

I don’t like vaccines (1, 2, 3)

I think there is such a thing as sleeping with too many women.

In my heart of hearts, I want to get married and have four children.

I think it’s possible that the earth may be flat.

I believe in the theory of r/K selection.

My life’s dream is to buy an island off the coast of Brazil.

That’s to name a few. At this point in time, I don’t really express everything I believe except to my best friend and a maybe a mentor of mine. Anyone else I’d talk to would likely call me crazy in some shape or another. The thing is – the reason I don’t talk to them, more than the fact that the conversation would go likely nowhere, is that they’d never be prepared for my response to being called crazy or a tin-foil hat conspiracy theorist.

“God…I hope so.”


Blog Notice: Technical Difficulties

Since roughly October, my blog has had technical difficulties. Often times, I will post a comment in reply or submit a blog post and get a blank page that reads something like

“Fatal error: Allowed memory size of 268435456 bytes exhausted (tried to allocate 72 bytes) in /home1/oconnete/public_html/wp-includes/wp-db.php on line 2347”

I’ve neglected to fix the issue as I neglected to post much since mid November and saw no need. Now, I plan to post regularly once more. If you comment, please copy your comment, in case my blog eats it. I’ll do what I can to fix my blog this weekend and report on Monday next week.