a winter song for you

I took down the VGT6000 page at Youtube -got tired of their games and making money for them - yes they made money from those videos - don't know how much the artist made but youtube was making money I switched to BTCHUTE and may also be posting some commentary there as well... we'll see what happens... MERRY CHRISTMAS

are you getting tired of the insanity my friends?

suit up... lock and load.

Aristocrats... revolt

REVOLT

against the modern world

Filed Under - her side of the story

There is not enough tequila in the whole damn country to help me forget these last twenty four hours.

And just how much of this disaster am I responsible for - probably all of it... probably all of it...

When I fuck things up I really fuck things up... talent.

This may very well be the last post I make at these Deringer Files - it was fun while it lasted - but I can't deal with other peoples insanity when I have my own to deal with -it is just not fun any more and what started out as an experiment in therapy may have turned into a complete disaster - someone has it out for me - but I will still be around... lurking and you can always find me here rifling through these files.

We close it all with this letter that the girl we call Dagmar sent me today - since others claiming to be who I believe them not to be are giving their side of the story - and many of them just don't make any God damn sense whatsoever... She decided to throw hers into the damn hat as well...so here it is a little bit of crazy, from the only letter I know to be genuine...

Drink up amigos... I am way ahead of you.

When my father first brought you home you were a mess, your face was still swollen and bloody and cut up, you could not see out of one eye, your jaw was busted, you walked like an old dog from the street that was run over by a car that destiny kept alive for her own perverted amusement.

And you freightened me. I hid behind my oldest sister and my mother, but you don't remember that because you could not see well. I looked at you through the small space between them and hide my face from you.

You looked like a monster. You were broken and I remember my mother saying that night to my father (when my parents thought I had gone to sleep but I could not, because there was a strange monster in the house), my mother said you were beyond fixing, that you were too lost in your hatred and anger and that you were a ghost in the world that death did not even want.

I did not know then what my mother meant about all those things because I was so young but I truly do remember those words she was saying.

I would not understand them until many years later when I would find out how true it is that you are damaged beyond the help of the shamans you go hunting for.

But I think they are all just too sad to tell you the truth my love – this bitch of a life beat you good and hard and no matter how much you try to pretend that you are over it all – you are not, and you do not belong here among the barely living in this shit world of ours

But here you are always a step ahead of the reaper, but maybe like my mother says, he gets close enough and realizes that it's you and he throws you back.

I know I am not the first person to tell you this and I will not be the last – you were not made for these times we are in.

Your dreams are beyond this worlds understanding. Your soul is lonely for a time that may never had existed. Your heart breaks for a love that can never fill you up, because it is something you simply do not believe in anymore

And I know that and I accept that, but I do not have to like it.

But here is what I think, my lovely dreamer, and it is the truth that every one knows but you.

You have to empty your heart of the love you did not get to give before you can fill it with the love I want to give you............................ I said it. But you already know.

Querido mongolon, I know the truth. I have spoken with Frankie, and everyone who has met him and heard the true story of that romance you scaled down to just some passing affair as you made your way back home, some little fling with another young girl - sick and lonely and afraid – that you crawlled out of the depths for only to stumble back down into it when she was gone. It was more than what you make it out to be.

And the way Frankie tells it – that was a love that only Russian poets could dream up and the city of Asuncion has the scars and scorches of that romance on it still as proof of the love you made, poeta, as you said – “where is the proof I will leave behind for the love I made”

It is there. Cris knows it, Jan knows it, Tommy knows it, and Dom knew it. My father knows it – the whole damn tribe knows it. And you know it. But you wish to deny it.

She is the one that broke you – not that Elsa. And that girl Carmen, stupid girl, is just another poor victem of the passion that you scoundered on the slow train into hell. You damn stupid fool.

I want to tell you.

I like the way you remember me and the way you tell me the stories of when I was young. You remember it all different than the rest do, but you were always watching me as a stranger from the shadows even when you were in the light. You were always distant from the family, from the crowd. Watching over me like a guardian angel – that one outcast trying to buy his way back home by looking after some spoiled brat girl – you were that wounded dog in my fathers house... that is what we called you. My mother started that, she was so cruel to you, but I imagine all mothers have been cruel to you.

The wounded dog in my fathers house. That loyal dog that sat at the masters feet waiting with dignity and pride for the scraps from the table. To proud to beg and to broken to run away. And that mean little girl tugging at your broken ear and teasing you and calling you names and sticking her tongue at you.

But you were there to chase the other monsters away and you watched over us in the night, sitting in the dark looking out the window at the night - I watched you many times just looking and listening for other ghosts and monsters and you never slept until the sun started to come out and then you would close your eyes and pretend to wake up.

But I knew you did not sleep. Did you know that I watched you. Did you know that I knew your secret.

I have been collecting and uncovering your secrets since I was little

But I do not want to know them all because I do not want to know the whole truth about the wounded dog in my fathers house.

My father never told me about what happened to you and how he found you and all the things that really led to how you came to be that broken dog from the street. I have never asked him and I have never asked you and I never will – but will oneday the truth I uncover, and then learn something that should have stayed unspoken and undcovered?

I'll tell you when I knew.

It was when I had gotten mad at my mother and sisters and I said I was going to run away and I ran away into the fields with only my bag with a notebook and a markers and my hair brush and I was out there all day until it started to get dark and when I came out of the field you were sitting in the middle of the path just looking into the direction of where I wlked out... just sitting there waiting for me and I started to cry and you carried me back home.

You did not say anything you just let me cry and I wanted to say I was sorry for being mean to you all the time but then I thought you might think I was weak if I did tell you but you let my cry all the way home and you did not say anything and you put me down before we got to the house and let me walk in on my own.

And I walked past my mother without saying anything and I walked past my father and went to my room

But then I stopped to look back at my father and he looked at you and that was when he knew that you were going to be part of our lives forever.

That is what he said.

And my mother knew it too. But honestly, I do not really know why my mother has it in for you... well maybe now because she hates that I feel the way I do for you, but for back then, I could not figure it out, but once we were at church and it is one time when father was worried about you that my mother lited a candle for you and she said for you to be safe (so that father could stop to worry about you)... did you never expect that to happen my love.

You were right about saying that you were the most worse student of my father. He did say it too, but his love for you was always there and you are with the most favorite of people in the world for him.

My father is getting old dear, and I hope that you will returnsoon to see him.

Do you know that my father always knew everything you were doing, where you were and when you were in trouble and that when you joined up with Cris and Dom that he always followed you and what you were up to – I know that you know that but when we are sitting at the table eating and my father would look upset (it was the only time he would get upset or worried was when it was about you, because my father is a strong and smart man and you know he does not worry about anything) but when he was upset everyone knew that it was because he had been given news from someone in the network about you.

And my mother would look at my father and he would shake his head and raise his hands the way apologetic fathers do trying to find and excuse for their bad sons and say “Victor... I just don't know” and he would look over at me and shake his head and he would say “That boy never learns” and he would say the grace and we would eat and my mother would start to talk about something and I would ask what happened to Victor and my mother would yell at me and my father would just make something up that was nothing about you.

But he did then and still does today keep track of all these men but there are some that everyone knows are his favorites and they seem to be the most broken ones like you.

My father says that you are chasing after the phantoms of disaster and the world will destroy itself without any help from you if you just let it happen it will – but father refuses to see that the anger of the young boy has flourished into something more fierce now in the man.

Let the world fall apart my love as we watch from the mountains or far off from the shore – like you have said before. It does not need you but to put out the flames on the final night when it is time for those better men to rebuild it all... and then you must slip away into the shadows again, because that new world will have no place for the men that did the slaughtering, the way the world casts away broken soldiers and what else do you have to give this world and what else is there for you to take from it but my love.

And now it is my turn to tell you

Yes I am afraid.

I am afraid of the anger that you keep at bay for my sake when I am around. I am afraid of the hatred that still grows that you will never get rid of. I am afraid of that pain that still burns inside of you because I know it will never fade. I am afraid of the ghost that you chase – Veronica, because no woman will ever be able to compete with her. And I am afraid when you go chasing after the ghost of her in those dark places in the night and in your mind and in your soul, because darling maybe one day you will not come back and maybe up to now you have been lucky... but that devil wants his pound of flesh... I know, you already made your deal, but I know you too well, my love, you still have debts that need to be paid in those dark places on the run.

I am afraid that I can not give you what you need or want and I am afraid that you might not give me what I need and want and I am afraid that maybe what this is is not love but something more simple and less expensive and that it is something than can be easily discarded or forgotten and left behind in some closet... like the way you tried to forget Veronica.

Who will you find to guard that shoe box of the memories of me Victor?

I am afraid of the things you will write about me when I have lost you to the ghost.

I am afraid that you will not abandon that road.

But I want you to abandon that road and we will lock ourselves up in Valparaiso or run away to the Black Sea and you can write poems and stories that no one will ever read and seduce me with your lies and leave me a broken mess – wreck my mind and crush my soul and drive my passion into madness... give me the love you would have given Veronica – I am afraid that if you really gave me the chance, I would crush all that is left you you my sweet monster, because yes, I have always been crazy but you did not ever help the situation - I would crush what is left of you and cut out your heart and build a new alter to the Godess of Blah Blah Blah and all those mad poets and wandering souls that the world abondoned, those dreamers and the fools for love that could not hold back the pain and the fury of their desire that only had the options of love or death – can find a place to rest under that alter that I will cover with the words you hid from this bitch of a world - what better way to go out my love.

I am afraid that I may never know the ghost of love the way you chase her.

I am afraid that maybe I too will ende up marying a man I do not love.

But maybe this is not love at all

You do not have to love me and I do not have to love you - isn't that what you said once to another woman? You don't have to love me to sit in silence with me and breath in the same moment with me.

This is true.

All of it and maybe I did not say it all the right way.

But there.

And I am afraid that one day I will lose this feeling and I will not come running back to you when you call me.

And I am afraid now that this letter is over that the moment I was running to and that you were running from has passed.

Because now

I can't do it anymore.

Forever,

D.

And then she wrote me another one telling me off like no woman has ever told me off before - it was absolute gold... and on that note...

he found a girl and they danced out of sight...

the serpent and the cross

REVOLT...

Dash Deringer’s Advice to Young Men:

 WOMEN

I will be forty eight years old in a few days... what a ride it’s been - especially the missing years and the wasted years weren’t all that bad either - there was always a lesson to be learned... and the girls... mamma mia, the girls... I have had some fine pussy my friends... most of them where insane and many were down right whores, sluts, tramps... liberated women or whatever the hell they call themselves - they were dirty bitches... but I will be fair, there were some along the way that were worth the wait and got some kindness and respect from me...but they still were not worthy of getting the very best of me... because they are, after all still girls in this modern world and despite of what others tell you, young friend - they are all the same... no matter where you go and how old they are, they are all the same.
           
Not bitter  - I have accepted  the reality of the observations and conclusions of all the women that have come and gone in my life - the reality of their actions, not the lies they repeat over and over... but the way they act and treat others and their manipulations and deceit, their attention whoring and need for drama and validation, their total lack of any honor or dignity or modesty and self respect.  Believe all you want to believe but here’s the truth - a woman who isn’t like that is wearing a hijab and there is a strong man holding her leash in on hand and a stick to beat her with in the other.

Women dig jerks... they love ass-holes... understand this and except this as gospel - a women is not going to ride in and save you like in the movies... a woman does not want a man that she needs to rescue nor can she.  She hates weak men and men that enable her foolish desires... she has no respect for the white knight telling her what she wants to hear, she has no respect for the white knight coming to her rescue on the internet, she has no respect for the white knight cheering her on “you go girl!” and most important, she is not going to thank you with sex and love and devotion for it... but that ass-hole who doesn’t respect her is going to bang her.

You will double your chances getting more women if you do this one thing - live your life in pursuit of your own fucking happiness.  Whatever it is that you are after you must go after that thing with all your mind body and soul, with all your faith and determination and you, my friend, will become a force of nature - the world will gravitate to you and around you... but I know you are a sexually frustrated young man and all work and no play will get to you  - so get a whore and get your ass back to building your dream.  The women will come to you.

But you are young and you don’t know yet what the hell you want out of life but want to get laid...  Come to terms with this truth - women will bang a loser douchebag - if he provides her with drama and an emotional roller coaster ride and he’s got some narcotics... she will fuck the shit out of you... think women hang with garage band douchbags because they have talent or wanna be gansta’ rappers because they are going places... no. 

If the only thing a woman is bringing to the table is her vagina - show her as little kindness and respect as you can - in fact set your standards so high with women that they have to work hard for that respect.  Don’t put her on a pedestal - she does not deserve to be there, she doesn’t want it and you will be disappointed when she leaves you for an ass-hole.  There is only so much bull-shit you can take from a woman before you snap - and they want to know how much in takes for you to break  - they want to see what you are made of - how will you respond to their shit tests.  I do one of  two things. 1) I think about captain Rhet Butler of ‘Gone with The Wind’ and wonder “what would Rhet do” and I do that - so pick your hero, real or fiction and ask yourself how that person would respond or react to something and do that. 2) a give her a ‘hmmmn...’  I am going to do my best to describe this - it is a half sigh half grunt breathing out from the nose with the lips closed while releasing a ‘hmmmn as you breath out while nodding your head slowly... sometimes I throw in a devious grin at the end... she isn’t going to know what the hell that means but it makes her wonder and worry and puts her on guard - I stumbled across that one by accident but it works... she will push you for your response but only because she is worried about what is going through your mind... walk away in silence if you can, if you are in a position where you cannot walk away then just keep that grin, look her dead in the eye and nod in agreement with whatever the fuck she said... it is a pretty good chance you are going to end up dumping this bitch or she will dump you - so really... fuck her like a whore one more time and get out... practice the ‘hmmmn’ like you would your poker face and master it... I know... fucking games - but remember we didn’t event the game or it’s rules... play your game with your rules and see how she responds to it.

Women want you to be consistent in your character - they want you to be a man - at all times. Say what you mean and mean what you say - do not bend or break for them... your will must be stronger than hers... your reality must be resolute and unchangeable... your frame must be firm and steady like a ship at the bottom of the sea - it’s not moving any more... that is who she wants to surrender to... the man that is in control of his emotions, his mind, his life and his destiny and he will not surrender non of it to anyone for anything - not even her.

Do you need money to get women - it helps, but not needed. If you are a man of strong character whether you are a douche or a monk and you show that you are the same man with or with out her, rich or poor, through good times or bad times... you are who you are without apologies, excuses or explanations... you will be more attractive to her... because that my friend is a man - good or bad... that is what makes a man.

Remember to never take anything she says too serious no matter how she says it but to judge her purely by her actions.  Lay down the law from the beginning of a relationship and be swift and just in punishing bad behavior. Dominate her and the relationship if it is a relationship you wish to maintain - you are the boss, the daddy... the king.  If you are just fucking her, don’t care so much about her... if she isn’t investing anything into the relationship - not cooking for you, cleaning for you, inspiring you and allowing you space and independence to pursue your dreams and is not supporting your efforts in bettering yourself and creating a better life... then, my friend, she’s just your whore, don’t get emotional over her. 

SEX - fuck her like there is no tomorrow... fuck her like you will be serving a life sentence in prison the next day... like you have been chosen for a suicide mission for your country and you know you won't be coming home... fuck her like she was your hostage and a S.W.A.T. team is waiting for you outside to take you out like a man should go - in a blaze of glory... because there is no tomorrow...

Women do not know what the hell it is that they want - they are followers, they need guidance, and they need a firm controlling hand - Feminism and Islam... is just another shit test. Feminism and Islam are not compatible, they are two ideas in conflict and at odds with each other - there is absolutely no room for feminism in Islam.  For a feminist to say that she accepts Islam is her openly stating that she accepts the dominance of a man... and that is what all women truly want - to be dominated and led by a man... not a boy that thinks he is but a man who knows he is - a man... but they will test you and push you and drive you to the edge to see if you are that man... and many unfortunate silly bitches have the shit beat out of them because they didn’t know when to stop.  Feminism is and always has been a shit test - the feminist/Islam marriage is the last card they have to play.  There is no room for slutish behavior in Islam. There are no marches for women’s rights in Islam.  There are no girls night out in Islam.  There is no abortion in Islam.  There is no divorce in Islam - when they held the women’s march after the new president took office in one photo of the event I saw a woman holding a sign up that had that girl Malala on it  - these woman where praising Islam and their acceptance of Sharia law and marching with signs that had Malala’s face on them - Malala was the young Pakistani  girl pulled out of a buss and shot by the Taliban for going to school - so what the fuck were these crazy bitches marching for - to empower women or to shoot the girls getting an education... confused?   Don’t be - it’s all a joke.  And this  feminism - loves Islam meme is the punch line.

Learn what you can about “game” - “game” is nothing more than understanding the psychology of women - the why’s and how’s of their thinking... making sense of their make no sense logic and emotionally driven choices... their insecurities and their fears and how to use it all to your advantage... use it for good or for evil but learn it and use it or find yourself alone for the rest of your life... If I recommend one book on the subject to help you out - it would be Robert Greens ‘the Art of Seduction’ - study it like you were going for your BAR exam... while you are at it go ahead and pick up ‘48 laws’ as well.

Love - I believe in love... I remember being in love - I remember how it made me weak for it and I remember the strength I gained from it... love, is a beautiful wonderful thing... and I hope to hold it in my hands once more... but...

I have been, since 1996, fucking them and dumping them, that now... I wouldn’t know what to do with love if it found me... nor would I even trust in it anymore... and believe it or not I am on a quest for a woman to have children with... but, as I have said before - I have never known a woman that married for love... why should I...

And that young man is the price you pay for a life of chasing woman in this modern world - you lose your innocence and you lose faith in all of them.

love is reactionary

"And you, be ye fruitful, and multiply;

 bring forth abundantly in the earth,

 and multiply therein."

Genesis 9:7

King James Bible

the fine art of lounging with Dash Deringer

My mornings are taken up mostly with a lot of this...

but when that is over and I have nothing to do or don't have the motivation to go out and laugh at the new world faggots of the modern world or I am not hiking up a mountain or rolling down that mountain... then my time is invested in doing mostly this...

lounging.

I also spend a fair amount of time scheming... which many may mistake as brooding... though I do tend to do a lot of that as well... but mostly it's the scheming... but because many parts of my body are in constant pain I do not smile and it forces a look of deep concentration on my face... but it could also sometimes be the brooding...

 

and then of course it could just be that I wish to be left alone because...

no fucks given..

Happy New Year.

2016...

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as for the coming year...

the time has come for you sons of forgotten dragons to rise from your slumber and take back what belongs to you...

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Building our own Nation

 This was first posted as a comment under this post 

  Separation In Place  on April 20, 2015

“They are preserving their traditions, their faith, their customs and fashions in a society that is losing all of that. This then, working within the system but separate and against it, and for ourselves, is what we should be doing.”

But what are the traditions of this new society that we are fighting to preserve?

What are the rituals and the costumes and the believes we are bringing with us to pass down to our sons and our daughters?

How are we to dress our selves to distinguish our society from the heathen horde around us… that we can proudly stand apart from the rest… that we can distinguish our women and children from the unfaithful… what is the religion that units us and binds us… what is the one unquestionable belief of our culture that gives us common cause that strengthens us and is the fire of our unshakable will… 

What are we taking with us? we already know what we are leaving behind.

shall we have rituals of manhood that our sons must partake in – tests and challenges for them to overcome before they are given a name by the tribe – for it sounds like what you wish to build – a tribe… and I am all for it… a tribe… a clan of common cause… but the tribe can not pass down the traditions (whatever they may be) and its values to our sons if there are no mothers to give us sons… we will have to import our wives from other tribes… gather them up from women of tradition and values… western women are few… who are willing to leave the herd.

Will there be young warriors dancing around a fire as young girls chant and beat on drums songs to our ancestors to guide us in the direction of righteousness… will we gather in the park to hear the elders tell stories of the long crossing to find the promised land… will we erect statutes and holidays for those that fought for our freedom…

A long time ago in America a tribe was a Chiefs family – his wives and children and grandchildren with perhaps his brothers and sisters and their children and that tribe would be surrounded by other tribes lead by the chiefs cousins or uncles an other brothers or members of his family – you could travel from village to village without fear because you were surrounded by your family – your extended clan – united by blood and a common beliefs. and you were distinguished from other families or tribes of another clan by your dress and the way you wore your hair and even dialects… depending on how far away you strayed from your own clan into the territories of another far removed from your own that you would find yourself in more danger… but the clans and the tribes survived until they were invaded by those who wished to take away what was theirs and replace it with something new and modern and corrupt to the natural ways of the tribe…

I do not wish to impose my beliefs on anyone and I do not want anyone to force their beliefs on me – I do not wish to conquer a people and displace them or hide them behind a wall… but I have no problem purchasing land and paying tribute to one who will allow me to live the way I chose on my land and have my beliefs and simple way of life protected by my host country… if I am not harming anyone or trying to impose my ideas on those around me…I should just be left in peace. 

 

 Sundays in Deringerville - wish you were here!

I have read this post on “Separation in Place” a couple of times and it is something I have thought about many times before. I have even considered going to Russia – a big enough country where one could purchase land and build a village of like minded Christians… I have even considered Iran – a very conservative country where Christians and Jews are left alone and everyone lives in peace together – they are all for the most part conservatives – the capital is a beautiful city that glows under snow capped mountains, no crime, no feminism, no bullshit… they are a people of strong traditional values that simply want to be left alone – they are a peaceful people and I do believe if I wanted to go to Iran and buy some land and be left alone that I could…

 Tehran

Christmas in Tehran

but if you are building a tribe, Simon, we need a home of our own and a belief that binds us… and traditions to preserve… we need to believe that we were chosen to save the world from the chaos – with the passion of Zionists… we need to raise our children to believe that the tribe comes first – that they are the chosen ones, that they were born for something great. they have to have something to stand for, something to live for, something to fight for – this is as you said – the dangerous talk of madmen

I have too many ideas and thoughts running through my mind at the moment and perhaps I have not been able to articulate them as well as you might… but I wanted to get them down – as chaotic as they may be – many years ago I came across the works of W. G. Hill and Harry Schultz – and though I have no problem with living the libertarian gypsy lifestyle they write about – I do need and want a place to call my own in a country that wants me there. I think you are on to something here and I will promote your site – because I believe what you write should be spread to other men (and women) – but there are questions to be answered here… I am not looking for a manifesto – but something akin to a constitution – a resolution… a scripture equal and compatible to my Christian Values and traditional (Latin) beliefs.

I will admit – I am not much for groups… I don’t join protests or any organizations and I hold no licenses… I have never voted and have never registered to vote, in fact, I am not registered for anything – never had a permit for anything in my life and have never had a drivers license…. never… I do not have a cell phone – I do not twitterr and am not on facebook… never… I am not much for draconian institutions… I have always been this way. I come from a long line of military men but I chose not to join… and I am happy with that decision – I have much respect for those who have and sympathize for the ones that have come to the same conclusion as your self…

Thank you.

On this last trip back home I found a perfect place for our community.  I can't give out details right now but I can say that there is already a village there - a small community of traditional families, I am looking at purchasing land in this region and will be inviting others to join me - it wont be easy... we will be building everything ourselves from the ground up... It is in frontier country... it gets very cold there... but it is beautiful, remote, and far from the modern world... if we build it... will they come?

REVOLT...

Revolt against the modern world

create a big family

spend more time in nature

grow your own food

embrace tradition

celebrate your culture

defend your religion

The modern world from A - Z

Abortion

Bisexuals

Corruption

Degeneracy

Entropy

Feminism

Greed

Homosexuals

Immoral

Jails

Killings

Lust

Medication

Neurotic

Oppressive

Pollution

Queers

Re-educate

Spend

Transsexuals

Unemployment

Vaccines

Wars

Xenophobia

Yearning

Zionists...

The Deringer Code

It is easier...

It is easier not to care. It is easier to look away from the pain and the suffering of the world... and it is easier to ask others to help ease the suffering of others than to actually do anything yourself... and it is easier to take from those that have to give to those that don’t rather than teaching those that don’t have how to better themselves... it’s easier.

It is easier not to be nice.  It is easier to be rude to people you don’t know and don’t care about... it is easier to be selfish and greedy and ungrateful... rather than being polite and kind and courteous... and grateful... it’s just easier.

It is easier to take than to give... give a little time... a little bit of money... some understanding and compassion... it’s just so much easier.

It is easier to destroy than to build something that takes time... something beautiful and spiritual... something that inspires and lifts peoples spirit... it is easier to tear down something that gives hope and solace because you do not believe in it or agree with it... it is easier to insult someone rather than just leaving them alone... it is easier to hate than to love... it is easier to follow than to lead... it is easier to be part of a crowd than to stand alone... it is easier to ignore the problem than it is to form a solution...it is easier to  be taken care of than to work hard  for success... it’s just easier.

It is easier to give up than to reach higher... it is easier to lose faith than to stand proudly for what you believe in... it is easier to live without morals than to follow a righteous path... it is easier to be a degenerate than to show virtue and values... it is easier to abandon ones dignity in a world without honor... it is easier to give up when you have nothing to be proud of... it is just much easier...

Strong Men

her very low opinion of me...

live passionately...