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By: Interesting take on red pill philosophy

Interesting take on red pill philosophy — Mon, 13 May 2013 16:34:03 +0000

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By: Digger Nick

Digger Nick — Sat, 11 May 2013 21:55:37 +0000

Order a compound crossbow from china. More accurate and effective @ medium range than a pistol.
You can also automate the drawing part on ’em, just check out alibaba.com or the like.

And it’s not illegal in soviet europe. heh.

By: tweell

tweell — Sat, 11 May 2013 11:32:35 +0000

Heh. The problem with those toys is feeding them – ammo in England is a bit more scrutinized than it is here. Also you don’t need a lathe to make a zip gun.

I have a fair amount of possessions, but then I have a paid off house to hold them. Also I’m taking care of uncle and mom, which requires more stuff.

The amusing thing is that my brother got a large metal lathe, made in WWII. It’s been sitting in my mom’s garage for years, never hooked up. We haven’t been able to get rid of the thing, even for free, as it’s too heavy for moving without a bunch of men or a forklift.

By: DGAF in Miami

DGAF in Miami — Fri, 10 May 2013 05:56:33 +0000

True words. Need to Craigslist my off-site storage in half… or more.

… and here I thought Afor was turning out all manner of Sten SMGs and suppressors with his lathes and mills and skills… ;^) Worth WAY more than Au when cometh “The Troubles”.

By: mtrumpusa

mtrumpusa — Wed, 08 May 2013 14:50:56 +0000

Was glad to see this excellent post on a rarely-discussed aspect of red-pill lifestyle. Am currently down to a 7’x9′ rented storage unit that I can walk into and swing my arms without hitting anything. Everything else goes in the trunk of the Bimmer.

At this point I can’t ever imagine moving my remaining things under a roof that I would share with any woman. It would feel about the same as moving my stuff into a house perched on the edge of tottering cliff that might fall into the sea and be washed away at any moment.

By: McGinnis

McGinnis — Tue, 07 May 2013 16:42:10 +0000

Reminds me of my Army days. As a single guy the unwritten rule was never to have more shit than you could fit in your two standard issue duffel bags. That came out to your clothes, an extra pair of boots, your toiletry kit, a few towels, a blanket, a few books, and a personal memento or two. You could have more shit, but it was always a good to treat it as expendable. That if you needed to, you could pack your bags in 5 minutes and never look back.

Found out I hated being a slave and left the Army, but kept the mindset after I got out and it served me well. I’ve never been a big fan of having shit on credit. As a single guy my living areas always had that Zen monastery vibe lol. Got married, got sloppy and fucked up in the head, and started to collect shit and care about it. Guess it’s what they call “putting down roots”. Found out that roots are really just leverage that could be used against me if I cared about them too much.

Funny about the lathe. The last bit of stuff I’ve been dragging around for years that I can’t bring myself to jettison are my great grandfather’s old machinists tools. I never use them and probably never will, but I have them in his original toolboxes and keep them in good condition and drag them around with me. Still not sure why..