Time for a house cleaning

On the road again

I made a quick call the other day. Turned out to be inauguration day, but that had nothing to do with it. I just wanted to get on the road, pay a visit to Far who’s been in her home village about the last two months working on her house and every damn thing she can find to work on.

If she isn’t aware of friends or family who need her help on anything at the moment, she’ll find them. Tirelessly.

So, I went immediately over to a nearby rental place and arranged for a car to be delivered to my condo that afternoon. My intention was to get some sleep early on, and whenever I woke up, sometime after 1 or 2 o’clock AM, I’d just head out. The roughly 10-hour drive would put me in the northeast of Thailand by about noon or something like that.

I did go to bed and lay there for a while, but I couldn’t get to sleep. Then, the phone rings, and I end up talking for an hour. By the time I finally got to sleep and then woke up, I figured it would be better to make the trip fresh. So, I ended up heading out at about 6:30 in the morning, breezed through the Pattaya traffic easily, and got on the road.

The drive was uneventful for most of the way, now it’s mostly auto route or very nice divided highways. You don’t get into some of the smaller stuff until the last few hours of the trip. I ended up making it in about 9 hours of drive time, 10 hours total including my several stops. The vehicle I rented was very nice, new, and economical. I think it cost less than $40 in gas for a 700 km trip, which is probably about 450 miles. So, it all worked out good.

Here I am in the province of Mukdahan, Thailand, in an area called Nikhom Kham Soi.

… I made a little TikTok of my arrival. Far was getting dolled up for some local village event, a costume contest of sorts.

And here’s another TikTok of her and friend Bam (married to a nice guy from Scotland) walking the platform.

So that was quite a serendipitous thing for me, just beginning an hour and a half after arrival, and I’d had no idea. Earlier in the day, Far competed in a village som tam making contest (basically the equivalent of a chili cook off). Som tam is green papaya salad (hyper spicy), with fermented fish sauce as dressing (hyper stinky). She placed, won 700 baht, about 20 bucks.

Here’s my take after three trips to this northeasternmost region of Thailand. The villages here, the people, they’re incredibly active. There’s always something happening. They’re always doing something. But here’s the kicker: everything they do always involves the children. Kids are everywhere, running around, engaged in whatever the adults are up to. It’s truly a baby-making culture, where children are not just seen but are integral to daily life.

Now, if you reflect a bit on the decline of the West, this is not quite the scene anymore. In the West, we’ve got folks who can’t even manage to get laid, let alone reproduce. Over here, it’s like the entire village is one big extended family, and the kids are right in the middle of it all. They’re included in everything, from chores to celebrations. It’s a stark contrast to the isolation and the sanitized, child-free zones that have become more common back home.

It makes you wonder, doesn’t it? What the fuck happened to us? We’ve gone from a society where children were a natural part of life to one where they’re almost an afterthought, or worse, a burden. Here in Thailand, the vibrancy of life, the noise, the chaos, it’s all part of the charm. It’s raw, it’s real, and it’s fucking alive. Meanwhile, back in the West, we’re losing our vitality, our zest for life, and our future, one sterile, overly cautious step at a time.

… It didn’t end there. After the show, we headed back to Bam’s house on the lake and the gals fired up a fire in minutes and then, minutes later, transferred embers from the bottom to a clay pot and grilled chicken.

… And still busing with activity. Yesterday afternoon was a pork grill by the lake and this morning (lower left), Far’s getting the charcoal BBQ set up for whole fish grilling later.

Modern-Day D-Day

I’m not going to bore you with details in this section. If you’ve been awake, you know what’s been happening since Donald J. Trump’s second term inauguration. It’s almost as if, in retrospect—or has been written—that all things work together for good. I think that’s a wise statement, regardless of your beliefs, whether you’re into something supernatural or just the natural order of things that gets you out of bed every morning. It’s probably more than just chemical squirts in our brains.

What I want to highlight is the monumental shift we’re witnessing. It’s not just about American domestic policy or international politics with geopolitical implications. This goes deeper. It’s like calling it a ‘pendulum swing’ is an understatement. We’re undergoing a cultural realignment, not just in America, or Europe, or the West or East, but in basic human culture. We’re reviving what it means to be human, what the defining characteristics of humanity are.

You start by asking, ‘What is the nature of man? What is the nature of woman?’ Because they are two, and that’s the fundamental realignment happening right now. People are just sick of this hyper minority group trying to seize control and blur the distinctions that make human men and human women who they are. There had to be a breaking point for humanity to progress.

All these things happening, especially in the last decade but really ramping up in the last 4 to 6 years, when viewed in retrospect, are something we’ll look back on and laugh at. It’s going to be the laughing stock, the dustbin of history. People in the future will chuckle about this era.

What’s astonishing is, since Trump’s election on November 5, I’ve been pinching myself. Is this real? But I had no clue what was coming. What has happened in the last few days is tremendous. We haven’t seen anything like this since the planning and execution of the storming of the Normandy beaches, which essentially marked the beginning of the end for World War II. We’ve seen nothing like this since then.

Trump’s plan that has been executed, which we’re now seeing unfold, was so masterfully done. There were no leaks. Nobody knew what was coming, how furiously it would come, how wrecking ball it would be. His orders aren’t friendly; they’re not political. There’s no political calculation involved. It’s just this is it, do it now—and importantly, before any of the opposition can gather their teams of lawyers and use the courts to delay and stop everything. By the time anybody can do anything, it’s done.

If you want specifics, I’ve got 2 articles for you to read. I’ll link them right here. They’re both from Jeff Childers, a Florida lawyer in the thick of all this since the Covidiocy—which is arguably the global terrorist assault against humanity that has become the spark to set off this Revolutionary War.

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Here’s a convenient link to subscribe to Jeff’s free daily takes. In my next section, I’ll tell you why.

How to move forward…less is more

The last few days have been a whirlwind of political activity, and it’s the culmination of events that I’ve hinted at in previous posts. Over the last decade, beginning with Brexit and accelerating with the election of Trump, we’ve seen the globalist elites go into overdrive, attempting to mold every one of us into cogs in their grand machine. They’ve left no stone unturned in their quest to implement their version of a “Great Society,” but now, we’re witnessing it unravel at what feels like light speed.

This rapid unwinding is not just a spectacle; it’s an opportunity. It’s a chance to pull back from the brink of total governmental domination and restore a semblance of government that actually serves the people. Here’s my take: less is more. The more we can undo the overreaches of the past, the better off we’ll be.

When I think about my visit here to NE Thailand, where politics is virtually non-existent in daily conversations, it’s clear how life can be when you’re not constantly bombarded by political noise. Here, life isn’t about police presence or government oversight every damn mile; it’s about living. In Thailand, I drove 700 km and saw maybe two police cars parked by their stations, not out hassling people. Contrast that with the West, where everyone’s glued to their screens, feeding on a constant diet of outrage and division.

We need to limit our exposure to this endless cycle of anger and agitation. The media, especially in America, has become adept at keeping us riled up, not for our benefit, but to sell more ads. They’re desperate for your attention because their credibility is shot. They’ve turned everything into clickbait, even suggesting that Elon Musk performing a my-heart-out-to-you gesture was some sort of Nazi salute. Absurd.

The best counter to this bullshit? Stop watching, stop engaging. When you see posts on social media claiming to uncover some hidden truth or controversy, remember it’s mostly designed to keep you scrolling, keep you engaged, and keep those ad revenues coming.

This moment, this undoing of the globalist overreach, is a gift. It’s a chance to refocus on what truly matters: improving your own life, your family’s life, your community’s life. Get up every morning not to dive into the latest outrage but to ask, “What can I do today to make my immediate world better?”

Whether it’s through your church, your local club, or just your neighborhood, engage with real people, face-to-face. That’s the essence of being human. We’re not meant to live our lives through screens, reacting to every little political squabble.

So here’s the deal: let’s take this gift. Let’s allow those in charge to do their work, trusting that while it won’t be perfect, it’s a hell of a lot better than what we’ve been dealing with. Disengage from the bullshit, focus on your real life, and contribute positively to those around you. That’s the path forward. That’s how we reclaim our lives from the clutches of an overreaching, overbearing elite.

And remember, as I’ve linked before, folks like Jeff Childers are out there, sifting through the noise to give you the substance without the fluff. Use these resources wisely, but don’t let them consume you.

Let’s get back to living, not just existing in a world of manufactured outrage and political theater.

Wrap up

Let’s wrap up this post, but first, I want to circle back on a couple of things.

Starting with the Weird Diet Challenge, which now has four posts and there will be a concluding post. The challenge is over, but I hope it’s not over for some because I’ve already received enough feedback to know that it’s impactful, not just for others but for myself as well. Remember, the Weird Diet Challenge has one single rule. Just one thing you have to do, and if you do that for long enough, it will change you. It’s absolutely apart from every other thing out there. It will change you profoundly, and there are two secrets so far revealed from doing this, with a third to come in the conclusion. I’m going to tell you now: these secrets are exclusively for paying members, now and always. Because really, this unwinds everything you’ve heard in the dietary world for the last 20 years, especially if you’re into low-carb, Paleo, or whatever. There’s a lot wrong with much of dietary advice out there, but this one thing I’ve put together, I think, deserves further development in the future. We’ll see how it pans out.

… Now, let’s circle back to the loathsome, Anthony Colpo, who’s never been with a woman—at least from what we know—and he’s obsessed with the fact that I am…all the time. This former real-life friend has taken it upon himself to try and destroy my character because I live in Thailand and happen to like women who are significantly younger than myself. Colpo makes a big deal about it.

Then there’s another former real-life friend, Billy Beck, who went off on me on different occasions in various girl-temper-tantrum, hold-a-forever-grudge ways (very Radian…and he and Colpo are both fans).

I’ve posted about these two in previous posts, and I’ll follow up with one more. But the theme here, which ties into this whole cultural narrative, is the pussification of males in Western society. It’s where men think about what the woman might think before they think of their own thoughts. I’ll develop this more; I’ve thought a lot about how this isn’t just about going after these two guys but using them as a backdrop to discuss the wider issues with Western males.

Neither of these guys has a clue about what women really want.

So until next time, that wraps up this post. Keep your balls swinging, folks.