Dear RPers,

Summation: The notion of predestined futures are the folly and demise of exhausted and complacent men; a folly men of TRP must be fully aware of. Inaction will never breed a positive outcome that is not circumstantial, temporary, and un-manageable (you’re only along for the ride). Ultimately, this article asks the reader if ignorant bliss towards the true nature of fate is worth a future so fleeting while being so unprepared for the adversities to come once the curtain finally rises.

We men are trapped in an endless battle with storms raging endlessly upon the seas of the world. Many came here blind to the her furiousity, some learned of it through the loss and disparity it burdened them with. But those you stand before me today, you stand here with knowledge; you stand here and know she cannot be tamed, she cannot be quelled and she cannot be stopped through any means by men or gods. You know we as men must adapt to her fury or be buried by it. Such is her nature and such is ours.

But what of those men who believe in the gods power over her? What of those who believe in effortless salvation? Some divine intervention?

My brothers, though it pains me to tell you all, this delusion runs deep among many men today. It is these men who piloted the ships you’ve seen scattered among the Siren’s rocks. It is these men who sleep below those rocks while the Siren’s sing their beautiful song. I encourage you men to cover your ears to such songs of idle salvation from gods, from fellow men, from destiny, from fate. Leave these poor deluded foolish men to the paths they’ve haphazardly chosen. For to liberate such men would be to sleep alongside them.

These are the craven men who wait diligently in their ship’s hold as their crew fights the raging storm, patiently delaying their impending confrontation with the sea, praying desperately to the great Poseidon for liberation. This is a path to damnation. A man’s only relief is through death. All paths taken through inaction only bring death closer.

But what folly we should face, should we aim to sway our misguided brethren! For to them, should the sea calm during their times of inaction and prayer, they will attribute their prayers to the heaven for their deliverance. They will preach that a greater power knew of their great worth towards humanity and spared them from the grave. But how foolish are they! How easily they’ve forgotten the efforts of their crew to maintain the ship’s course! How quickly they neglect the mercy of the sea was merely the luck of circumstance!

And should the ship succumb to chaos and disrepair, with final breaths they will tell each other of the horrible fate of their predisposition. They will wail in remorse, crying out their demise was decided by the gods as soon as their ships departed. What fools they’ve become! Can they not see that poor navigation lead to their downfall? Did they not know the needs of their sea-worthy vessel and their diligent crew?

Inaction and diligent inaction lead to the grave. Action and diligent action lead to true salvation.

I ask you, dear brothers: are we lasses, maidens, brides or whores? Inaction in the face of adversity, this I’d expect from long-haired maidens in towers. These are fairytales we’ve told our daughters. These are nursery rhymes we sang as children. But children steer no ships and maidens fight no seas. And no whore’s blouse ever dripped from a tale of praying storms into submission while hiding away in your holds! And what man would you be if a shining white knight recued you from a tower. I tell you, O brothers, telling a whore a tale of such cowardice would make Sir Knight’s days very interesting indeed!

We men don’t hide in our mother’s loins in the heat of battle. We fight for what we love! We fight for what we want! We will die knowing it was our only option and death will never take us by surprise. We’ll welcome it, knowing that we’ve exhausted every solution and fought to our last breath. But until that fateful day, we will craft our own futures.

To hell with destiny! To hell with fate! To hell with salvation or divine intervention! We’ll make our own from our blood, sweat and bones! Any future given to us is no future worth living!

Moral: There is nothing innately special about you. You aren’t born with a predestined future of glory, nor can fate blindly guide you to some altruistic, optimal existence. You are not predestined to fall in love with a perfect woman. There is no “person for everyone”. There are no relationships by which these laws that The Red Pill brings forth are not acting upon.

Any “future” a man desires must be self-constructed. Those good futures we are blessed with -whether by circumstance or the charity of others- that lacks any self-investment, are fleeting and temporary; only through controlling and maintaining the variables that led to such a profitable future can permanence be created within it.

Remember to take your medication daily. Until next time, RPers.