To be a straight man in this day and age is to be a bull in a bull fight. On one hand man is one of nature's most powerful creations. He has the capacity for unlimited drive, energy and potential. On the other hand he is trapped in a rigged game whose end goal is his submission and destruction.

Tercio de Varas In the first stage, the man is tested. He is made to run the ring. His behavior is analyzed and recorded by his masters. His work ethic and drive are graded. Any peculiarities that he posseses are written down so they may later be exploited. Upon entering university, picadors professional leftists lance the man with guilt, obligations and morality. All men are rapists. One in 5/4/3 women are raped. You should feel guilty about slavery. Don't take up too much space. Open doors. Check your privilege. A man thus encumbered grows tired and becomes less able and willing to fight.

Tercio de Banderillas In the next stage of the man's life he enters the workforce. The promise of the American dream is waved in front of him. He hopes for a big house, an emerald lawn, a happy family and an eager wife. He naively chases the dream waving in front of him while succumbing to further lancing. His words and thoughts are policed by human resources. His wife's spending become increasingly elastic. Sex becomes sporadic. He has less time to pursue his own interests and amusements as he becomes further burdened by financial and domestic obligations.

Tercio de Muerte When the man has passed his peak productivity he enters the third and final stage. As the man grows tired he is increasingly unable to meet his wife's growing expectations. Still he chases the cape. He does everything in his power to achieve his dream. He attends family and marriage counseling. He pays for expensive vacations to reinvigorate his marriage. He gives his wife her space and tries to be less controlling. In the end his efforts are futile. On his last pass through the cape he is pierced by the sword of divorce, so that he may bleed out alimony until his death.

Pajarito Some bulls see the game for what it is and play anyway. Other bulls lay down and refuse to play the game preferring slaughter to humiliation. Pajarita was a different kind of bull.

Upon entering the arena he looked around and saw that the game was not for him. He payed no attention to the cape nor the matador. Instead he set his eyes on the arena's enclosure. He sprinted towards the 15 foot wall and leaped over. Once across he no longer had to play the crowd's cruel game. Now the crowd was forced to play his game. He charged, gored trampled and stomped. In that moment he was everything a bull is supposed to be: powerful, fearsome and unyielding.

Had the bull been left unmolested to eat dandelions in the meadow this tragedy would not have occurred. If Pajarito had been an average bull he would have been exploited without incident. Yet such was the fate of Pajarito and such was the fate of the crowd. Not all bulls are the same. Some bulls fly.

Matadors and Ranchers
There are people who find issue with Red Pill and it's bulls. They say that bulls shouldn't lock horns, stampede or overgraze pasture. They say that bulls shouldn't be bulls. They say that it would be far more convenient if bulls acted more like cows and castrated steers. To a bull it doesn't matter what they think. Matadors and ranchers have no interest in a bull's well being. A bull can only negotiate from power. A bull can not negotiate from the pen.

Do not let yourself be herded. Do not let yourself be exploited. You have but one life to live and you do not have time for the pen. Jump the pen. Fly. Be the bull that you were born to be.

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