The Pursuit of the Perfect Unplanned Nap

Over 25 years ago, the IRS raised a major challenge to a certain segment of the reinsurance industry. They launched two test cases. I was hired to represent the taxpayers.

The IRS team was led by an agent I knew and respected, and advised by District Counsel I held in high regard. Both privately assured me that they felt their challenge was invulnerable to attack and suggested my clients entirely abandon the industry.

My clients were fighters and I’m remarkably stubborn. We went through three years of audit and conferences. The matter was submitted to the IRS National Office for review, including my making a direct presentation to a 50-person IRS task force considering the issues. I was requested to make written submissions, and generated two 50–page briefs on the various topics raised.

Then we sat back to await the ruling.

The lead agent eventually called me. “We’ve received the ruling,” he said. “Would you like it mailed to you or come by and pick it up?”

I said I’d come get it. There was a pause.

Being the cool, imperturbable, subtle person I am, I then said, “WELL, WHAT DID THEY DECIDE?”

The agent hesitated. “Well … first of all, you’ll have sixty days to request changes or make challenges.”

My heart sank.

He continued, “However, I expect you will not request any changes and that I will soon see this ruling in your client’s advertising literature.”

!!!!!

We had prevailed completely.

I called the District Counsel and began to thank him for how professional he had been. He interrupted me. “You’re being a good guy, but you don’t need to. YOU WON! Congratulations, great job.”

I called the primary client, who was deliriously happy. He instructed me to go get a drink to celebrate.

So I walked across the street to Peet’s Coffee, had some Cafe Domingo, smiled a lot, and made a list of the people I need to thank for their help.

At the lower levels, China is probably at the same level as Europe , the States or any western nation

My brother spent the last 2 1/2 years in the place and is yet to experience a policeman asking for a bribe or needing ‘something extra’ for an official request with the local or national government.

The Chinese are sticklers for rules and these rules aren’t flexible

My brother tells me – if the rules say no noise after 10 PM, at 9:59:55 PM there may be loudest noise but at 10:00:05 PM there is complete deafening silence

The Chinese have these guys who are secret informers who travel everywhere and note things down, record them and pass them on to the Communists

Stuff like selling beer and cigarettes to teenagers

My brother saw his apartment cooperative store raided and change ownership when the guy was confronted with evidence recorded from a pen camera of selling beer or cigarettes to a 13 year old girl

They blacklist you and in China for some reason, when they blacklist you, they blacklist family too.

Societies like this are rarely corrupt bottom down

So it’s highly likely China is clean at the lower levels

Higher Population could make isolated cases by themselves look onerous though

For a 1 Billion population, 0.01 per cent is still 100,000 cases , a number that by itself can be staggering but when seen as a percentage could be miniscule and controlled.

At the higher levels, it’s a black box

Nobody knows what’s going on

So it’s hard to say how corrupt they are

Nobody has any real knowledge of corruption at those levels

It isn’t like India, where corruption can actually be seen in the form of swanky European imports , large colonial houses costing tens of crores of rupees or expensive jewelry

The overwhelming consensus is less ‘China is corrupt’ and more ‘China must be corrupt because they are so secretive’

The arguments made by Kanthaswamy Balasubramaniam do carry some traction

Powerful Individuals in China are very likely to be sanctioned and are less likely to keep dollar assets

Powerful Individuals who have corruption proceeds in offshore accounts are also susceptible to blackmail and since the Chinese treat their corrupt in a far worse manner than the Americans or Europeans do (I doubt they have a federal grand jury and a discovery process☺) , corruption has a very high potential for treason too and people draw the line at treason, less for patriotic and more for ‘preservative’ reasons

So it makes a lot of sense that the Chinese communists are not per se, corrupt by the general standards

However it is impossible for someone powerful, not to use that power for some form of elitism

To not do that is Utopian and China by no stretch of imagination is a Utopia or a near utopia like Norway

I tend to believe the elite communists in China have other perks

I am certain there must be a great degree of nepotism where preferential status is accorded to families of the party elite in land bids, work contracts, factory operations

I am sure an average Joe,can’t just walk in and get a license for build a factory or a private clinic without some kind of influence

If you need influence in a place like Chicago at these levels, you would certainly need ten times more influence in a place like Beijing

On the whole though, I believe China is less corrupt than the narratives go or the perception indices indicate

I have asked a lot of guys who have worked in China on the corruption and the answer is always based on the lack of transparency rather than any actual visible sign of corruption being seen with the naked eye

It’s always “The communists never say anything, so they must be corrupt”

Ken Griffin gave the best answer to this question

When asked how corrupt china was he replied “Joey Zasa corrupt”

Its like when Zasa replies in the godfather part III when they ask him if he guarantees people don’t deal drugs in his ‘neighborhood’ , he replies “I don’t guarantee that. I guarantee I will kill the man who does”

Ken said, the Chinese top bosses were certainly ‘Corrupt’ but they day they crossed a certain threshold, they would be literally killed for their corruption

It’s a threshold very few Chinese, even their own citizens know

So I believe China has some corruption and quite a bit of ‘elite privilege’ carried by communist elite

However no society that prospers can do so when riddled with corruption

I am pretty confident, China is way lower in corruption than African Nations, South Asian nations like Bangladesh & India, Latam nations, some Asean nations like Indonesia & Philippines

Maybe on par with Thailand, Malaysia,

Certainly higher in corruption than Singapore or Japan

Maybe similar to the States where the elite are notoriously corrupt but corruption is far lesser at the lower levels.

Sir Whiskerton and the Lesson of the Accidental Snooze

Ah, dear reader, you’ve returned once again to join me, Sir Whiskerton, in another delightfully absurd adventure! Today’s tale is a quieter one, a simple lesson in the fine art of feline philosophy, delivered to my ever-eager, ever-echoing apprentice, Ditto. It concerns a resistance to rest, a fortuitous pile of hay, and the profound truth that the best things in life are often the ones you never see coming.

A Lesson in Leisure

It was a golden afternoon, the kind that seems designed specifically for the pursuit of napping. The sun was a warm, buttery blanket, and the air hummed with the lazy drone of contented bees. I had selected the perfect spot on the porch—a rectangle of sunlight that was precisely the temperature of a freshly toasted crumpet.

“Observe, Ditto,” I began, my voice a low, instructive purr. “The intentional nap is a thing of beauty. It requires planning, positioning, and a certain philosophical commitment to doing absolutely nothing.”

“Nothing!” Ditto chirped, attempting to mimic my languid stretch but instead looking like a fuzzy spring uncoiling.

But while my body was committed to repose, my apprentice’s was a whirlwind of untamed energy. A butterfly! A drifting dandelion seed! The hypnotic sway of the washing line! To Ditto, the world was a carnival of distractions, and napping was the boring queue for a ride he didn’t want to go on.

“But there’s so much to see!” he protested, his tail twitching like a metronome set to allegro. “A nap is just… missing things!”

“Ah,” I replied, my eyes half-closed. “That is where you are mistaken. You are thinking of napping as an absence of activity. It is, in fact, the highest form of activity for the discerning feline. But today’s lesson is not about the planned nap. It is about its more whimsical cousin: the accidental snooze.”

The Pursuit of the Perfect Unplanned Nap

Ditto was skeptical. “How can you plan to not plan something?”

“A paradox worthy of a philosopher,” I conceded. “You cannot force an accidental nap. You can only create the conditions for its possibility. You must allow yourself to be so fully in a moment of quiet contentment that sleep simply… overtakes you.”

To demonstrate, I decided to shadow him on his explorations. We investigated a particularly interesting anthill (from a respectful distance, of course). We tracked the journey of a pill bug across a stone. We watched Porkchop the Pig create a new mud sculpture he titled “Ode to a Turnip.”

With each activity, I would find a patch of sun or a soft pile of leaves and demonstrate the principle of “openness to doze.”

“You see, Ditto,” I explained from a warm plank on the fence, “you must be like a satellite dish, receiving the signals of serenity. Let the warmth of the sun be your lullaby. Let the rustle of the leaves be your blanket.”

“Blanket!” Ditto echoed, but he was too busy chasing his own tail to listen.

The Haystack Epiphany

Our journey led us to the barn, where a mountain of fresh, sweet-smelling hay had just been delivered. Ditto, exhausted from his frantic adventures, clambered to the top, intending to survey his kingdom. But the hay was soft. The barn was quiet, save for the gentle rustling of the resident mice. A single, dusty sunbeam pierced the gloom, landing directly on his furry little back.

He sat down for just a moment to catch his breath. His eager chatter slowed to a mumble. “Mumble… sunbeam… kingdom…”

His head began to nod. His whiskers twitched once, then stilled. And then, with a soft, contented sigh that was entirely his own and not an echo, he tipped over sideways and fell fast asleep, a tiny, peaceful smile on his face.

I padded over and looked down at my slumbering apprentice. He was the picture of perfect, unplanned bliss.

The Moral of the Story

When he awoke sometime later, refreshed and bright-eyed, he blinked up at me. “I didn’t mean to!” he yawned.

“Precisely,” I purred, my chest swelling with a most un-philosophical pride. “That is the heart of the lesson. You did not try to nap. You simply allowed the nap to happen. You surrendered to the moment.”

He stretched, a genuine, languid stretch this time. “It was a good nap,” he admitted. “I dreamed I was a cloud.”

“A noble dream,” I said.

The moral of the story, dear reader, is this: Sometimes, the best moments in life are unplanned. The most delicious apple is the one you stumble upon, the best friend is the one you weren’t looking for, and the most perfect nap is the one that steals upon you in a pile of hay when you were too busy living to think about sleeping.

From that day on, Ditto became a master of both kinds of naps—the intentional and the accidental. And I must confess, watching him discover the joy of surrendering to a sunbeam… well, it almost made me forget to take my own planned afternoon nap.

Almost.

The End.

Definitely.

Here I am in a BMW X6 M60i on the Bundesautobahn “autobahn” hitting 252kph (156 mph). You really need to have a strong grasp on physics and advance driving skills if you’re going to be hitting these speeds.

This also includes having a car that withstand high speeds, high-speed braking, fast acceleration, and ensure your tires are up for it. The engine was warmed up going normal speeds for at least half-hour along with the tires and brakes (never do this without warming up all the parts of your car).

Getting the car up to speed after my warm-up.

Did you know that it takes a car going 100mph almost quarter-mile to stop? Here is a common formula for braking as per Google: D= 1/2 x v2 where D is the distance to in feet and V is the speed.

Also, you’re covering 147 feet per second at a hundred miles per hour meaning if you blink or sneeze you just covered a few hundred feet.

Now we’re going… as you can see the left lane is completely empty and I know that people will check before changing lanes and stay right (have love German driving schools). I’m also checking my rearview to ensure no one is coming up behind me. Massive amount of focus and concentration is going on as you go faster.

In the final stretches before hitting my top speed. The car is flying with warm tires, a full tank, hot brakes, and I’m calculating stopping distances and what to do in case someone goes in front of me.

I rarely use the brakes to slow down because you throw off the center of gravity with this car and I lose my ability to turn and maneuver. Since you’re on the autobahn you’re required to maintain a distance from the car in front of you that’s overtaking. This is done for safety, courtesy, and it’s considered intimidation if you tailgate them at high-speed. They see you so they know they need to move to the right. So I just let the car coast until the move over and then hit the pedal to the metal again.

The discipline, concentration, skills, experience, and having the right vehicle all play a role when hitting these speeds. I’ve gone even faster but both hands are on the wheel and I’m completely dialed in for that bit. In my opinion, you also should have the right music pumping besides a loud engine and exhaust which is a melody in itself.

At night, it’s a monster and you really need to know what you’re doing because there are animals that can cross the road. While the Autobahn is usually free of debris, life happens, and your reflex better be good because there is very little margin for error. Weather and road conditions play a role as well so you need to take that into account. Rain, temperature, humidity, and even wind need to be taken into consideration as they can affect the grip, brakes, and aerodynamics of your car.

Have fun and be careful because the German Bundesautobahn can be a lot of fun, but it can be unforgiving.

Bryan Sanders

Fiction Gay Science Fiction

This story contains sensitive content

(This is a scene of a sex worker and what he feels after completing the job.)The sharp snap of his laces pierced the stale air, evoking the lingering odor of exertion in the room. Kye maintained a facade of composure, his bare chest pressed against the headboard, a loosely draped sheet his only cover. Beneath this exterior, humiliation stung. He avoided letting the man see the flicker of repulsion in his eyes as he watched him struggle with his laces over his ample stomach. With a grunt, he buttoned his shirt, the fabric stretching over his belt, then turned to Kye with a smile that seemed almost predatory.“I’ll look for you again,” he said. The gravel in his voice lingered, trailing off into the silence.Kye blinked, trying to clear the fog in his eyes, and simply replied, “Sure,” before turning to look out the window, leaving the words hanging between them like an unspoken threat.He felt a shift in the mattress as the man placed cash on the bed, then left..

He sighed, lowering his face into his hands as he paused to consider the scuffed heels of his shoes, the ones he wore thin from hours of work. Their wear symbolized his constant battle against fading away, each scratch a testament to his effort to stay relevant.

Kye did what he had to do. He had to make money for his family—a family abandoned by his father. Yet, it wasn’t just obligation driving him. Deep down, he was fueled by an unspoken fear: the fear of becoming irrelevant, of not mattering in a world that seemed to overlook those who struggled silently. The image of his mother, weary but smiling, haunted him. Her resilience was both his anchor and his burden. He wanted to prove that he could be the rock his family needed, to break the cycle of abandonment that had marked his childhood. Kye yearned for a sense of control in a life that often felt dictated by circumstances beyond his power.

 

He dragged himself from the bed, went to the bathroom, and turned on the shower. As the water hit his skin, he began to cool. He felt his burning shame being extinguished and swirling down the drain. He leaned on the cool tile, his head resting on his arm, as the rivulets coursed down his back and into the basin. They carried his secrets and deposited them at the bottom of Bellmore City.

 

Getting dressed, he shut the door behind him and walked into the grimy, hidden side of wealth. Covered by his hood, head down and hands in his pockets, he avoided eye contact as he made his way back to the alternate world in which he lived. A world, at least where he felt clean.

 

As he walked, his mind went to Billy. He wondered what Billy and Raven would think of him, but mostly Billy. From the start, he knew Billy was different—someone special. Billy never judged him. He was kind, respected his boundaries, and took time to get to know him. Billy could even make him laugh, which wasn’t easy after everything Kye had been through. Kye liked him, and those feelings only grew.

 

It grew into something else.

Something he had never felt before.

It was like trying to climb up a glass wall, only to slide back down, feeling each desperate attempt to ascend ending in failure. He had seen Billy with other boyfriends, Daggar being the last, and knew he didn’t measure up. The weight inside him grew heavier, making it hard to breathe, as if he were being pressed against the wall he couldn’t scale. Nausea twisted his stomach, a tremor passing through his hands as he came to terms with his deepening feelings, each implosive realization dragging him further into despair.

 

At first, he thought it was okay.

Change.

Something he could get used to, something that would pass in time.

Something he could handle, then move on.

A crush, perhaps.

Something to fill a void, a lack in his life.

But then it got worse. Much worse. It felt like punching a wall. It didn’t punch back. It hurt. Days shortened.

Draining.

Darkness.

Alone, he wondered why the sun had left. Why didn’t it stay longer to bring comfort?

 

He kept quiet.

It felt like swallowing thorns, each one catching painfully in his throat.

He watched Billy, savoring their time together and fearing its loss. It was the toughest punishment he could impose on himself. The image of ‘blood-soaked petals’ tried to capture his suppressed emotions, the pain he endured to maintain his silence, biting his lip to hold back words he would never speak. The ‘Barley-induced confidence’ referred to the false courage drawn from alcohol, a brief, hallucinatory bravery that shrouded his clear judgment.

 

He remembered riding to Billy’s house, drinking even more.

The pool felt amazing on his nakedness, bolstering him with a newfound courage. He waited, anticipation curling in his stomach, watching the water ripple around him. Billy came—he hesitated just for a moment, a breathless pause that seemed to stretch between them—before jumping out of the pool and demanding what he wanted.

Billy’s skin beneath his hands was warm, inviting.

Scratchy from a day of whiskers, tantalizing him.

Lips, hot and sultry, met with his.

Eyes of shock, crystal clear, radiant blue, graced his vision—beautiful just the same.

 

“I don’t know how to fix this,” ran through his mind.

What did he do?

Why did he let his emotions get the better of him?

How would he move past this embarrassment?

 

The weight of his actions bore down on him, making his desire for Billy even more potent. It was a mistake he couldn’t afford, yet cherished. He knew he had to bury it like a precious treasure locked away on a distant island. It would become a ghost, haunting only him—a shadow unseen by anyone else.

He would create a façade for Billy, pretending that night meant nothing and that he barely remembered it. But deep down, Kye would hold on to that memory, a secret only for him, a beautiful yet burdensome reminder of what he couldn’t have.

 

Making it to his moped, he straddled the seat and looked into the alley.

The neon signs flickered like restless spirits above Bellmore City, casting a garish glow onto the wet pavement. He saw the other sex workers mingling with passersby, their faces obscured under the flickering light, leaning in car windows, or flirting in obvious ways.

The night was alive with the clamor of distant traffic and murmured conversation, the hum of the subway beneath adding an undercurrent that seemed to pulse with the city’s heartbeat. He couldn’t help but wonder what stories were hidden behind the eyes of these workers, secrets they carried like armor in the bustling, indifferent crowd.

 

He felt the first of the rain.

A drop here.

A drop there.

The soft, distant grumbling as the clouds became hungry.

Soon, they could feed on other people’s secrets— and wash them away.

The scooter moved from the curb, its engine sputtering a quiet rebellion against the silence, as he left his damnation behind him.

 

In the rain, a faint aftertaste mingled with the air, a hint of something new, whispering fragile hope into the spaces between despair.

Well… he’s young. And for her… it’s “complicated”.

So don’t get too riled up about all this. It’s called life and relationships.

Before anyone could react, Nokoni Comanche warriors surrounded the cabin. The violence that followed was too brutal for detail: her mother was killed, the cabin destroyed, and when the chaos ended, three children were taken—Bianca, her younger brother John (“Dot”), and a visiting neighbor child. They were tied to horses and driven north into Comanche territory.

Bianca’s childhood ended in that moment. Her survival had only just begun.

The First Days

For days, the children were forced across the plains without rest or mercy.

They ate raw meat so no fire would reveal their location. They drank from muddy streams. They slept on bare ground, shaking with grief and exhaustion.

Bianca struggled most. She couldn’t ride well, couldn’t keep up, cried constantly. Some accounts say the Comanches mockingly called her “stinks when walks,” a cruel label for a terrified child trying to stay alive.

Soon, the captives were divided—claimed by different families as slaves or possible adoptees. Bianca was separated from Dot, the last remaining thread to her old life. Suddenly she was alone among people whose language she didn’t know, whose customs she didn’t understand, and who had killed her mother only hours before.

Most adults wouldn’t survive such trauma. Bianca was ten.

Tekwashana’s Daughter

Bianca was claimed by a Comanche woman named Tekwashana. What unfolded wasn’t kindness at first, but something more complicated—practicality blended with a gradual, reluctant acceptance.

Tekwashana needed help. Bianca needed someone who could teach her how to live in this new world.

So Tekwashana taught her.

How to gather firewood and haul water. How to prepare food. How to swim rivers—something most frontier white children never learned. How to pack up a camp in minutes when the tribe needed to move.

She pierced Bianca’s ears, darkened her blond hair with pigment so she wouldn’t stand out, dressed her in Comanche clothing. Slowly, without realizing it, Bianca adapted. Not because she wanted to. Not because she forgave. But because survival demanded it.

She learned Comanche words. Then phrases. Then the language. She absorbed the rhythms of camp life—when to work, when to rest, how to behave. She watched buffalo hunts return, saw women process meat with astonishing skill, lived the constant mobility of the Plains: camps rising and vanishing in hours.

The Invisible Border

Somewhere in those seven months, Bianca crossed a border she couldn’t name.

She remained Bianca Babb—white captive, grieving daughter—but she also became a child living inside Comanche society, understanding it from within rather than from afar.

This wasn’t romance or fantasy. It was trauma forcing adaptation. Yet years later, she would write about Comanche life with nuance: acknowledging brutality, yes, but also community, skill, and humanity. Bianca became one of the very few white captives who documented Plains life from true immersion.

The Ransom

After about seven months, word reached her father: the children were alive and could be ransomed. John Babb scraped together whatever he could—money, goods, horses—to bring them home.

In spring 1867, Bianca was released.

The reunion was joyful, but not simple. Bianca had changed—quieter, older in ways time alone couldn’t explain. She had lived among the people who destroyed her family, learned their language, adopted their habits, survived in a world most white Texans knew only through fear.

Coming home meant crossing back over that invisible border—and it wasn’t easy.

The Life After

Bianca returned to white society and eventually married William Robinson Friend. She built a life familiar to many frontier women—farming, children, household labor—but carried knowledge almost no other white woman of her era possessed: firsthand experience of Comanche life on the eve of its destruction.

Her brother Dot, who was held longer and assimilated more deeply, later wrote a memoir, In the Bosom of the Comanches (1912). Bianca’s story was included—one of the few female captivity accounts offering detail without sensationalism or myth-making.

Why Her Story Matters

Bianca’s experience sits at the crossroads of a complicated and painful history.

The 1860s and 1870s marked the final years of Comanche resistance. Within a decade, the last free bands would be forced onto reservations. Their way of life—nomadic, buffalo-centered, fiercely mobile—was ending.

Captivity narratives from this period often served agendas: some demonized Indigenous people to justify violence; others romanticized them in equal distortion. Bianca’s account is valuable because it does neither.

She never romanticized her captors—she witnessed her mother’s murder.

But she also didn’t dehumanize them—she lived with them, learned from them, saw their world up close.

Her narrative provides rare documentation of daily Comanche life from someone who participated, not observed.

The Last Generation

Bianca belonged to the final generation of white child captives adopted into Plains tribes. By 1875, raids ceased. The frontier closed. And a chapter of American history disappeared forever.

She survived her mother’s murder at ten.

She endured seven months of captivity.

She adapted, learned, and returned with memories of two worlds that would never reconcile.

She offered one of the few female voices describing Comanche life in its last free years.

Her story is not simple. Not comfortable. And not easy to categorize.

It is the story of a child trapped between cultures in collision—who chose survival, crossed an invisible border, and lived to tell what she saw.

Bianca Babb: the ten-year-old who walked through two worlds and left behind the truth.

Frosted Italian Anise Bread

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Ingredients

Bread

  • 1 package active dry yeast
  • 2 cups all-purpose flour, sifted, divided
  • 2 teaspoons anise seeds
  • 1/2 cup milk
  • 1/3 cup butter
  • 1/3 cup sugar
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt
  • 1/2 egg, slightly beaten
  • 1 teaspoon shredded lemon peel
  • 2 tablespoons lemon juice

Frosting

  • 3/4 cup confectioners’ sugar, sifted
  • 1 tablespoon light cream
  • 1/4 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • Pinch salt

Instructions

Bread

  1. In a large mixing bowl combine the yeast, 1 cup flour and anise seeds.
  2. Heat milk, butter, sugar and salt in a saucepan until just warm. Stir to melt.
  3. Add heated liquid to flour mixture. Add egg, lemon peel and juice on low speed for a minute, scraping sides constantly. Beat for 3 minutes on high speed.
  4. Stir in remaining flour by hand to make a soft dough.
  5. Knead for 8 to 10 minutes on a floured board until smooth and elastic. Place in a lightly greased bowl. Turn once to grease, over and let rise in a warm place, 20 to 40 minutes.
  6. Punch down and let rest for 10 minutes.
  7. Shape into a round loaf, cover and let rise until double (about 45 minutes) in a greased pan.
  8. Bake for 35 to 40 minutes in a preheated 375 degrees F oven until done.

Frosting

  1. Stir all frosting ingredients together until smooth and spread on the warm loaf.

Yes it’s just a pump, and the challenge is in the details.

It’s a pump that:

  • Has multiple chambers
  • Has chambers that pump sequentially with different pressures and volumes
  • Never needs to stop for additional lubrication
  • Never needs to be “charged”
  • Never stops for maintenance
  • Is powered by oxygen delivered by the red blood cells it is pumping
  • Is controlled by the body’s “proprietary” electro-chemical control system
  • Is not rejected by the body’s internal bio-chemical defense mechanisms
  • Produces only carbon dioxide as waste, delivers that waste to red blood cells
  • Doesn’t have a single rough or chemically reactive surface
  • Forms perfect in-line seals around each chamber without crushing red blood cells
  • Never leaks a single drop
  • Doesn’t retain any fluid in the chambers
  • Doesn’t allow “backward” flow
  • Has a pump action and pressure that are strong enough to circulate blood up from your toes, but delicate enough to prevent damaging any red blood cells or capillaries
  • Lasts up to 120 years between service intervals without any signs of mechanical wear or significantly reduced performance (when used correctly)
  • Is roughly the size of your closed fist

The best artificial hearts I’ve ever heard of only last ~5 years, and they are usually only implanted in patients who are on their death beds (because they are expected to die soon anyway so any extra time is an improvement).

This is one model I’m personally aware of (though there are others):

Normally (i.e. during heart surgery) the heart/lung bypass machine is bigger than a person, and is dangerous to use for extended periods because it will eventually start making blood clots.

Many people are working hard to create this; It’s a really hard job.

If you can build it you have a Nobel prize coming and you’d deserve it.

(Repost) The Most Important Things That a Man Looks for in a Woman

All over the internet you can see advice on what a woman looks for in a man, and what a man looks for in a woman. There are many such articles. Most are subjective and have cultural, regional and ethnic biases.  Here is what I, as an American man looks for in a woman regardless as to what her race is, what culture she is from, and her age….

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Introduction

When I was younger I didn’t really know what to look for in a woman. My ideas of beauty and relationships came from popular movies, television and the magazines of the time.

In fact, my uncles made fun of my first girlfriend because she was so very thin and petite. They told me “she’s too thin. Trust me, you want a girl with meat on her bones…“.  I didn’t believe them then, but I can totally see the point that they were  trying to make. Their wives (my aunties) were all hourglass-shaped with impressive chests.

My father told me once “Look at the girls mother to see what she will be like when she gets older”. Again, I had no clue what he was talking about. Now… well, let’s say that I fully understand the point that he was trying to make. No, it’s not a direct correlation, but there is a genetic component that cannot be ignored.

The List

Over the years I have learned and experienced various things. This has led me to come up with a few conclusions about relationships. Especially my own. When a man, such as myself, thinks about a woman we look at  number of key features. These features are important. In fact they are critically important.
 
  1. Appearance
  2. Sex
  3. Domestic Concern
  4. Companionship
  5. Personality
  6. Self Confidence
  7. Respect
  8. Family Devotion
  9. Spirituality
  10. Shared Values

Of course, there are many other factors that we could include here. But, this is not intended to be an exhaustive study, or some kind of PC narrative. Let’s consider what I, myself, look for in women. This is my list. The things in it are absolutely critical.  You take one item out from that list, and there will be no relationship. Period.

But, I’m not other people. So if you want to generate your own list and criteria for comparisons, go straight ahead. I’m not going to stop you. This is my list, and these are my comparisons…

[1] A Woman’s Appearance

A man looks for a woman that he is physically attracted to.

Is this a truth or what? I have read some websites on the internet, obviously from a woman’s perspective, and they don’t even list appearance as a criteria. Yet it is perhaps the most important, and the most common NO MATTER WHERE YOU LIVE. Girls in Zambia Africa will get all dressed up and perfect, as will women in Communist China.

All over the world, women have bodies that scream “look at me”.

Zambian wedding.
Here is a traditional Zambian wedding. Look at how beautiful everyone is. Don’t you just love it? So amazing! Look at those smiles. Look at how they take care of their appearance and the happy attitude.

Appearance is the first thing that a man looks for in a woman. This might sound so trivial in today’s modern progressive narrative, but it is a biologically proven fact. So, if you still want to believe in fantasies, Peter Rabbit, the Tooth Fairy and Santa Claus, you can leave.

Sorry, but it has to be said. The good news is, every man is attracted to a different type of woman and has his own personal tastes. Meaning, I am in no way suggesting a woman has to fit a certain image of ‘beauty’ in order to be considered ‘wife material.’ 

But, as is true for both men and women, there needs to be a physical attraction between two partners to kick off a relationship, which also plays an important part in holding it together.

-The Good Man Project

We men want a woman who we are attracted to.

Attraction has to do with a combination of [1] physical shape, [2] physical appearance, [3] personal grooming, and [4] behavior.

I have seen women who have “rockin’” bodies, who dress like trailer-park trash, and were a total turn off. I have seen women who look good and yet sound like a foul-mouthed sailor when they speak. I have seen women who didn’t know how to walk in high heels and went clunk-clunk-clunk as they walked down the street. Yuck!

 
Joy
The character “Joy” in the television series “My Name is Earl” is a good example of a beautiful girl who is not attractive. I am sure that in person, as an actress, she is really nice. But the person who she plays is rude, brash, unmannered and uncouth. It is not attractive.

This might be surprising, but us guys really like to look at women. I really don’t know why.

It’s not a sexual thing. Oh, I suppose that some assholes like to make cat-calls and holler at the ladies, but for the most of us we are just content to watch the girls come and go. In fact, if the restaurant has a lot of women inside, I am drawn to eating there. It’s a male quirk I guess.

That being said, some things often minor things can really detract from a woman’s appearance. For instance, I have seen beautiful women, who walked and carry themselves well, wearing black high heel shoes with the red under-sole. Only to have a big white price tag sticker on the bottom.

Instead of watching her, and the way she walks, you end up focusing on that stupid price tag on the bottom of her shoe. Talk about distraction away from the image form!

Label on shoe
Ladies please keep this in mind. Please take the labels off the clothes when you buy them. It’s terribly distracting. You see a beautiful woman walking down the road with nice dress, beautiful legs and all you can focus on is the white price tag on the bottom of the shoe. Ugh!

Remember, appearance is more than just physical shape. It is also about grooming and attitude. Here’s a Chinese girl dressed in a simple dress. She is clean and well-groomed. Her hair is clean.  Her overall appearance is positive and nice. Who wouldn’t want to be with her?

I am not talking about it in a sexual way either. I am saying that she seems so nice. I would just love to take her to a coffee house and share a cheese cake with her. She would be nice to stroll along the boardwalk with. Wouldn’t you like to play in a casino with her? Come on!

 

In general, men and women are about the same in this regards. A woman wants a man that takes care of his appearance. She wants him to be well groomed, clean, and neat. She wants him to be tidy; to wear clean clothes and have good manners.

I think both men and women are the same in this regard.

Men are the same. We look for a woman that also takes care of their appearance. We like the women in our lives to be well-groomed, clean and tidy. Look at this beauty. Man! What a kind smile. She looks right at you and that mouth is so sweet. What is not to love?

Beautiful
Here is a beautiful American girl. Look at that smile. Look at that amazing body. What a stunner! I tell you what! She has a nice figure, and is clean and well attired. She isn’t wearing a lot of makeup or jewelry.  Her attractiveness is her sweetness.

Now, let it be well known that there are a wide range of American female body styles that I personally find quite alluring. This includes tall leggy women, to short chubby cuties. I think that many would be amazed at the things that they do, act, dress, or look like that I find amazingly attractive.

So I am not going to bad-mouth any of the particularly awesome women that live in America. I tell you the truth, there are some American women that think that they aren’t that good looking, that I would die to be with. For instance…

When I lived in Boston, there was a 30-something woman who worked in a brick-a-brack store in Brookline.  

She was very curvy, and maybe wore a size 18. She had shaved her hair really short, and wore really red lipstick. Not my type. Yet, I had such the hots for her. OMG! Every-time I tried to talk with her, I would get so flustered. She hadn't a clue how mesmerized I was for her.

It is sort of like how a woman who looks at my shoulders (and arms) and wonders how nice it would be to rest their head there and be held. I too look at women in this way. However, I think more in terms of having my head resting on their chest softly, and their fingers in my hair.

Men and women are more similar than we will admit to in public.

Beautiful ebony girl.
Look at this awesome beauty! Look at that amazing head of hair! Look at the tiny waist and hour-glass shape. Man! She must have all the guys chasing after her. Now pay attention. What an amazing smile. I’ll tell you what, the smile opens up my heart.

All this being said, I don’t like to be with a girl that is heavier than I am. It’s a personal preference. I also am not really attracted to a woman who is taller than I am either. I don’t know why, it just doesn’t do anything for me. We all have likes and dislikes. Mine are strong, please do not be offended;

  • I don’t like to be with a woman that is heavier than I am.
  • I am uncomfortable with a woman that is taller than I am.
  • I also am a little skiddish about polydactylism. It’s not that I am revolted if the girl has seven fingers on each hand, but I’m a little freaked out about it.

I feel like this is similar to a woman that doesn’t want a man that is shorter than she is. Or that doesn’t want a man with a bald spot on the top of his head. Or, maybe a man that has a big scraggly beard that is full of crumbs and such. Or, maybe a man that chews chewing tobacco.

Men and women, we all have our preferences.

[2] Having Sex

Honestly, you have to be a fucking moron not to realize that men want sex.

Heck, it’s more that just that. We need it. It is genetically programmed into males and become the focus of everything that we do. From what career we enter, to what cars we drive, to how much money we make. The driving force behind it all is getting sex. Smart women understand this.

Twitter quote
Well, that is what we are genetically programmed for. Women are genetically programmed to have babies and to take care of them. This comment, found on Twitter, illustrates how silly some people can be about basic gender roles. It shows their ignorance. It shows that they will forever be destined to live alone or find a beta male to mate with. Sad. Sad. Sad.

Any man who says that he doesn’t need, like or want sex, is either lying or homosexual. It is never the truth because sexual needs, and preferences are genetically encoded by the male chromosome. If you do not understand this, study biology 101.

What? You think that the woman’s “biological clock” is imaginary? It’s a well-known fact of life that transcends society and national boundaries.

Men and males have the same thing. Except is is called “the need to reproduce”.

Pepe le Pew
The Loony Tunes character “Pepe Le Pew” is based on the raw instincts that all males have. When we were children and watched the cartoons we knew instinctively what what going on. Yet today in the SJW saturated American culture, we are supposed to ignore the basic facts of life and accept a reality of non-genders. Nonsense!

This is how it works. Once we find an attractive woman that raises our interest, the very next thing we wonder about is having sex with her.

That is the way it is, and no SJW rewriting of culture is going to change the biology of males. In a way we are just like dogs and are led about by our “pecker” all the time. Smart women know this. Smarter women use it, and profit from it in numerous ways.

Slime Porn
Different people have different things that get them aroused sexually. I like to believe that most men prefer the female body in it’s various forms and shapes. Sometimes they like, in my view, some rather strange manifestations in interest.

Online porn is not a multi-billion industry for nothing.

Prostitution still exists because men are men, no matter how hard society, religion and zealots try to stamp it out. Men are males with fundamental male interests and needs.

Sex in the car
The sexual desires that men have vary from individual to individual. Some men really love oral sex, others are “meh”. Some men must have anal sex, while other go “yech!”. Every man is different.

That being said, sex is an individual experience. What might be fantastic for one fellow, might be terribly boring for another. That is why there are fetishes.

Some men like big boobs, others like big asses, and still others like big feet. Some men are mesmerized by a nice set of legs, while others like strange and unusual sexual positions. And yes, some men really like huge women, and others like small tiny ladies. Everyone is different.

Friendzone
Now, isn’t this the saddest expression that you have ever seen? A man NEEDS sex. If he is married, he expects sex from his wife, and when he decides to marry her, it was an expectation that he had. For her to be so ignorant of his needs, and so very selfish about their relationship shows that he needs to leave her ASAP.

It doesn’t JUST vary from person to person, but from culture to culture.

Oh, and by the way, women like sex just as much as men do. It’s just cultural in how it manifests. For example, here is a cartoon discussing relationships between and man and woman in Thailand. LOL.

Thai love
The initiation of sex and relationships vary from culture to culture. In Thailand, for example, the relationships tend to be different than that of the United States. This is true for most of Asia.

[3] Domestic Care & Concern

Here is where I sound like an old foggy-head man. However, a woman who is control of her home, tends to be in control of her life.

A woman who is in control of her home is in control of her life.

When I see that she takes care of her clothes, makes sure that the house is well run, ordered and that she knows how to cook, I start to get really interested in her. You see, in my mind, a woman who is in control of her life, would also be able to take control of my life as well.

Men will give their LIFE, their MONEY, and their very BEING to a woman deserving of it.

I once went on a date with a woman. She was nice, and attractive. To get ready for the date, I of course was presentable and clean, and I made sure that the car was washed and detailed. I picked her up. I then opened the door for her and buckled her in. (This was America, I'd never do it in China.) And we went off.

During the drive she pulled out some chewing gum and was chewing it. You know, for a pleasant tasting mouth. But, you know, she did something disturbing to me. She threw the chewing gum wrapper on my nice newly cleaned floor...

Later, after dinner, she couldn't find her lipstick, and emptied her purse on the table, and had to sort through old scraps of paper, receipts and brick-a-bract. The date ended, and we went our separate ways. 

We had fun, but I never wanted to be back with her again. You know, she probably doesn't understand why.

Men need a companion that they can turn to, rely upon, and have a family with. This means responsibility. We need a good strong willed woman without baggage and problems. Seriously, isn’t that what women look for also?

Now, of course, most modern and "liberated" women don't think like this in the Untied States. They are "independent". They can get and have their own careers, and live their own lives. Sure they can. And, be childless and unmarried into their 40's. 

The cost of being a "liberated" American female is quite steep.

It is not reality.

It is an artificially constructed narrative to seduce people into certain set behaviors. If you want to see what works for couples, then look at how families are set up in Africa. Look at how families are run in Poland. Look at how families exist in China. Five thousand years of experience won’t lie.

Pleasantville.
The 1998 movie pleasantville depicted a sort of revisionist narrative of what might happen if a modern person were to step back into time and life life as it used to be in the 1960’s. Contrary to the popular narrative, there is nothing wrong with traditional marriage and a man giving everything to his wife. In return, the wife becomes domestic and cares for him, their children, their home and their finances. She makes sure that the man can work, be relaxed and strive to improve their life. That is the traditional method, and that is what many men search for.

A traditional life WORKS. Most men WANT a traditional long-term relationship. They will give everything for it.

I fear many men, especially those afraid "to make the leap" in marriage are not convinced or ready to allow a woman to take over part or all of his life.

For a man, this is a BIG commitment.

He is not only letting the woman into his life, but he is giving her access forever to all that he earns. He is allowing her to dictate and instruct him on behavior, dress, and recreation. If the man is truly in love, and if he believes that this woman can take on that domestic role; she will GET EVERYTHING he can offer.

Roles
A man who gives everything to his wife will never leave her. For she literally BECOMES everything to him. So, have you ever wondered why divorce was so rare prior to the 1970’s? Divorce became commonplace when traditional roles fell from popularity. So ladies, if you want a man that will be YOURS… forever and would never abandon you, then you should make a reappraisal of your value system. You won’t get it on a progressive ideology. You will ONLY get it with a Conservative Traditional ideology.

When a man gets married, he should be ready to share his life. This often means letting your wife take over portions of it so you no longer have to. A good, and strong, woman will be able to manage the home. If she can manage the home, she can help the man become a success.

We have a saying that goes something a little like this; “Behind every successful man is a strong woman.”

As I get older, I see how true this is. My friends who are all very successful, all have strong and well-organized wives. They all also have relinquished some things to the wife in exchange for her domestic support. This includes [1] all of the finances. [2] What he eats. [3] How he dresses. [4] His exercises, and [5] how they relate to family matters.

Family Meal

Oh, and please forget that nonsense Hollywood narrative of what a traditional conservative woman is. (Where a traditional woman wears Amish style hats, and lives a life right out of the “The Handmaids Tale”.) That is propaganda. Do you, yes YOU, personally know anyone that is really like this? You don’t. That’s my point. It is an artificial narrative. It’s all Bull Shit.

Today, a conservative wife might have a body covered in tattoos, ear and nose rings and purple hair.  She will wear leggings, take selfies on the smart-phone, and have multiple university degrees. My Lord, it isn’t about appearances. It’s about what is inside.

via GIPHY

That is true. It is about what is inside. It is the light that resides inside the woman’s body that that special man can see and can appreciate. yes it is. It is all about the energy that lies inside…

Chinese women, as well as African, Polish, Russian, and Indian women don’t sit around watching the boob-tube, or play games on the cell-phone all day long. They do what ever is necessary to make THEIR household a success.

  • The manage the fiances.
  • They budget the household.
  • They allocate resources to jointly improve their standard of living.
  • They make sure everyone is eating well and healthy.
  • They are a model for their community and familial relations.
  • They make sure that the husband has everything he needs.
  • They push and help the husband grow as a provider.
  • They instruct the husband on how to behave, and act.
  • They make sure that the husband is presentable and carries himself well.

While they do occasionally play games, take selfies and have fun, their primary role is as a family manager. Traditional women are like full-on lionesses.

Over the years, in America, this has become treated like some kind of joke on contemporary television, on collage campuses, and in female magazines. That is a real shame. Because when both the husband and the wife work together for their family anything is possible. I tell you the truth. This is a fact. All of my friends that are successful work hand-in-hand with their wives in this manner.

Their wives take care of them.

They (the wives) set the pace, they control the family fiances. They establish the diet. They determine where to live. They set the goals. They establish the direction. The man in turn, give his everything to his wife in the complete 100% loyal trust that she will get both of them where they both want to be. For if you really do this, anything is possible.

[4] Companionship

I always look for companionship when I see a woman who interests me. I wonder if they would they be fun and interesting to be with. I wonder if this woman would be THE woman who I can devote my time with.

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I always look for companionship when I see a woman who interests me. I wonder if they would they be fun and interesting to be with. I wonder if we could talk about really deep and interesting subjects. I wonder if they would be willing to share in my hobbies. I look for companions.

This is true for most men.

Time
Spend time, meaningful and precious time, with those you love. Make your time quality time. Buy an ice cream cone with your retired father. Take you mother out of a morning breakfast. Call up one of your friends and go to the beach or hike in a local park. Spend time together. Companionship.

Now, most women are confused with what this means. They search for romance. They could care less about companionship. This is sad, because romance comes from companionship.

Romance is spawned from companionship.

My wife and I took a trip to Thailand, and while on a drinking binge, the taxi driver drove us to the middle of no where and abandoned us there. We had to struggle and make our way back to the hotel. That bungle was an adventure, but my wife well remembers the rural village BBQ meal as the dawn broke through the clouds, and the orange light that shined on our toes in the sand. Romantic times are unplanned. They come from companionship.

A man wants a person to share his life with.

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Every man that I know (with cultural differences, of course) looks for a companion. We feel empty inside without a companion; a special friend that we can share our life with. This is so very important. Forget the James Dean Rebel narrative. All men need a special lady in his life. This lady is a person that he is very comfortable with and one that he wants to obtain experiences and adventures with.

The idea that men are worthless and useless, especially white traditional Americans, is a progressive narrative. It has been around since the late 1970’s, but has really picked up speed during the Bill Clinton years, and completely got out of hand during the Obama years. This narrative has been promoted in the American media and software for quite some time.  Check out this screen capture;

Screen Cap
This is a screen capture of a comment train taken on 16SEP18. Have your eyes open, you can easily see how true this is. Do not fall for the progressive narrative. It is a lie. Go ahead do a Google Image Search for “white women with white men”. Go ahead. The image result is completely out of touch with the racial demographics of the nations. It does not match. This disconnect strongly implicates a propagandized narrative.

[5] A Woman’s Personality

Another thing that guys look for in a woman is personality. We are attracted to kindness, softness, sweetness, and compassion.

This is such a true statement that I feel that I need to repeat it. We are attracted to kindness. We are attracted to softness. We are attracted to sweetness. We are attracted to compassion.

When I come across a particularly militant American woman, I am immediately repelled. Especially when that person wants to lecture me on “white privilege” or some kind of populist nonsense that other weaker men accept. Don’t be a ugly bullyish brute of a woman. It’s not becoming.

Become the ideal. Your life is within your hands.

Pretty girl
Look at this pretty American girl. I have to admit that I have a thing for short frilly dresses. This is true whether they are black, or colorful. There is something really attractive about them. Man, she does look great in polka-dots. Wouldn’t you just love to go out on the town and have a cup of coffee and a cheese cake with this woman? I would buy her a grinder (subway sandwich) and a coke any day of the year!

To be honest, when I meet a woman and I get to know them, I am looking for companionship. I look for kindness. I look for care. I wonder how they treat animals, and the waitress. I watch how they behave around others, and what they think about things.

When I meet a new woman, I wonder if they would like to accompany me for dinner, dancing, and any of the hobbies that I love to partake in. Since I love wine, a non-drinker and myself might not fit together well. Since I love animals, when I am talking to a woman, I wonder if they would also be part of my life with dogs and cats. Since I love tomatoes, bacon, and gardens I wonder what their thoughts are on these subjects.

The personality that a woman has eventually dominates a man’s interest. In other words, while a man is firstly attracted to a woman’s look, and sexual appeal, it is her personality that will keep him by her side forever.

Never forget this. A kind personality will be the glue when the stresses of life become too unbearable.

[6] Self Confidence

One of the most important traits for both men and women is self-confidence. This is something that is hard to describe, but is fundamental to success in life.

The truth is that I am not at all handsome, but women are interested in spending time with me. When I ask them why, they tell me that it is for other reasons. They just chuckle, and smile. They say I’m being silly. Sometimes they push me on my chest and say “oh, you know why!“.

I chalk up the reasons to being positive, happy, interesting and having good self-confidence.

Because that is exactly what turns me on in a woman.

When I take a woman out, I want to be able to talk about things. I want to be able to talk about tomato plants, favorite foods, dogs and cats, and thoughts about life. I want to be with a person that isn’t so fucking sensitive that I am afraid of being who I am. I want to be accepted for me, and if you don’t like it, to Hell with you. The same goes double for women.

I would NEVER tell a woman that she shouldn’t eat dessert because she needed to count her calories.  I would never order for a woman unless she specifically asks that I do so. I would never say anything hurtful to her in public, or in private. Any arguments that we might have would be honest, and intentionally scripted to avoid emotional out-lash. As such, I would not tolerate sitting down with a woman who wanted to lecture me on the injustices of the world. No one likes a scold. Really.

No one.

People with confidence typically try to help others. They don’t try to change anyone. This is because they are happy with who they are, and other people do not factor in their personalities. People with low self esteem are the opposite. They feel that they have to control everything around them.

Men and women want to be around people with high self confidence. They will be accepted by them as they are without question.

[7] Respect

I have dated American women who have berated me in public. I have seen them talk bad about me behind my back. I have seen them make jokes about me. I have seen them be rude to me to my face. I have seen them think it was fun making fun of me while I just sat there and took it.

That was years ago. Now I know better. Now I know my place in this world; good or bad, right or wrong. I just don’t tolerate that nonsense like I used to. No more.

Today, now; my tolerance for this nonsense is zero.

Let me explain. Let’s begin with a story about an experience I had while I was working at GM. This story illustrates that different places has different cultures, and failure to understand and adapt to that culture can have serious consequences.

In this case, the story revolves around the public display of a lack of respect of a wife towards her husband.

I once was involved in some business in Brazil. As such, I had to travel back and forth between the United States and Brazil. I was, at that time, working for Delco Electronics (It's who we are), which was (at that time) a division of General Motors. I was involved in a Car computer project (ECM) for CEV, which is a pretty big Automotive company within Brazil.

This event took place in Brazil.

One day, all of the foreigners on staff were invited to a big banquet with other white-collar workers at CEV. We had some pretty important people from GM there. It was held in a big auditorium within a equally impressively large restaurant and hotel complex. Everyone sat at these very large round tables with a nice table layout on a large white tablecloth. Each couple (for the most part, everyone came as a couple) would sit in groups of two at the table. Thus, maybe five to 6 couples would sit at the table.

At a given cue, all the ladies (the wives and girlfriends) got up and went to the buffet to get their man (husbands or boyfriends) dinner. They got up, went to the buffet, selected what their husbands would eat, and returned to the table. They would place the plate in front of their man with respect, and then go up and get their own food.

The men would accept the meal their wife chose for them, and began eating it. They would sit there and eat, while all the ladies were fussing about their food, and making sure that the man's plate was full. They, each one, was particularly careful in what they selected for their man's plate. Some wives selected mostly vegetables, while others made sure that the man had goodly portions of meat.

However, the local section manager, a man who came from Michigan, well his wife refused to go up. He kept on elbowing her. She refused. And everyone at the table noticed. In fact, people at the other tables were noticing as well. They started talking. But she was adamant.

She said things like "you're not my boss", "I'm not doing it, uh uh, absolutely not. No!", and "I don't care what other people think. Do it yourself.".

Eventually, he got up and joined the rest of the ladies at the buffet counter. He was the only man to get up. He was the only man to carry a plate back to the table. He was alone in the big hall that maybe held a few hundred key employees of the company. 

All of the key employees, the bosses and the supervisory staff, watched him do this. The President of CEV, the division managers, all the middle level managers, the supervisors, and all the engineers, and their secretaries all witnessed this. They all noticed and ate. Their local conversations at their tables became subdued and quieter.

Meanwhile, his wife sat there smugly and proudly. They ate in silence. The wife, sitting proud and strong. He sat there facing his plate and afraid to look up. This happened in front of everyone, while everyone else in the room kept glancing their way.

The dinner ended. Everyone went home.

The next workday, on Monday, he noticed that his parking space was being used by someone else. (Unless you have worked in GM, you don't know how important this is.) He went into the lobby, and the guards wouldn't look at him, and just waved him in. This was a big change from what he accustomed to.

It continued. His secretary didn't come in. Then, started coming in very late. She would not do anything that he asked. No longer would she make him a morning coffee. No longer would she answer him, or even talk to him.

No one responded to his emails. His work was getting piled up. Nothing was getting done. After a month, it got so bad, and I was sent down to look into the matter, as I held an important role in the joint-venture project. Our Division manager wanted me to look into this issue as it looked like the entire multi-million dollar project might collapse. That's right, millions of dollars of corporate investment was at risk.

So I flew down.

I talked to XXXXX. I talked to his secretary. I talked to the CEV Division Manager. I talked to the rest of the staff.

At first no one would open up. Oh, sure they were friendly to me. They showed me deference. They treated me well. But when it came to the subject about what was going on, everyone shut up. Obviously something was wrong. But no one told me anything.

Eventually, to make a long story short, I went out and started drinking with the CEV workers. That's always a great way to break down barriers and get to the heart of the matter. Of course, GM never approves of drinking, but this was back in the late 1980's and I was in another country and immersed in another culture.

Over some beers, the first person who let me know what was going on was his secretary. She looked at me straight in the eyes. She put out her cigarette. And she said in her broken English, loudly with defiance and pure hate;

"Why? You ask. Why? Because he's a fucking wimp. He's not, NOT, N-O-T a Man. He's castrado!"

Then she spit on the floor. Now granted, most ladies don't go to bars, smoke and spit on the floor. But she had a few beers, and was really agitated.

She wasn't just angry. She wasn't just pissed. She had this kind of deep burning ember of a rage that amazed me when it came out. I thought she was going to tear my throat out. She spoke viciously. She spoke in a way that the words were spit out venomously. 

It turned out that in Brazilian culture, the man must be the MAN of the house. It is a very traditional nation and has unspoken social rules. One of which is that the woman must look good for her man. She must do great things for their Man, and for her family. 

In Brazil, the Man is the titular head of the family. He controls everything. He is the "face" of the family. He is what everyone sees. However, the wife has full control over what goes on inside the house. She is the driving force that strengthens the man.

The Man is the head of the family, and he must LEAD. If he cannot be a Man; if he cannot act like a Man, and if he cannot control the behavior of his wife and family, then he is a loser.

in Brazil, you do not want to associate with losers. Not in the least. It is like being a leper.

The point in this is that he wasn't just a wimp to his wife. He was a wimp to society. From the secretary's point of view, she went from being a high assistant to an international boss, to the slave of a beggar. No, to someone worse than a beggar. Her status in the company fell right off the cliff.

Not only that, but that was true of everyone who associated with him. It was as if he had a serious contagious illness. no one wanted anything to do with him. No one would even talk to him.

It was like he was a child predator who had aids.

Shortly after that, I returned back to Indiana and talked with the Division Manager at Delco. We had a long and interesting talk. To cut down on all the details, let it be understood that my boss sent him back to the States. His two year stint in Brazil was cut short. 

He was only there for four months.

Now, this is important. The thing is, when he returned home, there was no role for him to fill. His old job and position was already filled. He was a high-priced expensive executive with no home. Yes, for a short while they put him on "overhead", but eventually he was told to leave. They gave him a severance package. And that was it.

Years later, I heard that he spent a few years unemployed. He could never go back to GM, and his experience was too specialized. Eventually he took up contract work at a much lower pay grade. I do not know what happened since then, except that I know that he had to give up his free car, and had to sell the house at a loss. I do know that he moved into a small apartment later on. And, well, that's about all I know about him and his situation.

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What does this all mean?

A good wife can make a man into a strong leader. He can become important, successful and wealthy. His family would profit and benefit. His life, and the lives of all those around him would improve. A weak or poor wife would do the opposite. A bad woman can destroy the life of the man that she is with. This can be through destruction of his self-esteem (which needs to be maintained for career success) to improperly managing family finances, to everything in between.

Men, choose your wives carefully.

In my little story, a true one at that, Mr. XXXXXX ‘s wife not only destroyed his role (and great career opportunity) in Brazil, but also wiped out his stable career at GM. Unable to find work, he had to settle for a different kind of labor, one without a career, without any kind of advancement. I am sure that his piece-of-shit wife berated him the entire time. Telling him what a loser he was for his life, and not taking responsibility for all the destruction that she herself, wrecked.

People. This is real life. This is not a television show. This is not a movie. This is not all unicorns prancing under a progressive rainbow, where gay people, and LGBT folk are all living in united harmony. This is the real frigging’ deal.

Learn, from my experiences, or don’t.

Magical Unicorn
There is a sizable percentage of Americans who believe that the progressive illusion can actually manifest. They spend their days glued to their electronic media to such a point that they are completely out of touch with reality. People, there is no such thing as unicorns, and rainbows will still have a cantankerous leprechaun guarding that big old pot of gold.

What does this mean?

Different societies have different roles for men and women. This is an important part of culture. When you come from one society where washing your ass with your left hand is acceptable, you might have trouble adapting to a society where you shake everyone’s left hand. Yikes!

Over the years, I have lived in numerous non-American societies where the man is treated very special. I had a girlfriend from Zambia, Africa who would prepare my dinner like I was the Head of State.

She would get dressed up after she cooked my meal, with makeup and attire, and feed me while I sat at the table like a King.

Zambian food.
Here’s some fine Zambian food. This is Nshima and beef relish. Doesn’t it look absolutely great. Again, as I have stated before, in the rest of the world you are typically free to drink beer at dinner without having to show your age or an ID. You are also permitted to smoke without fear of arrest.

After making sure that I was well fed, she would clean up afterwards. While I sat there drinking my after dinner coffee.

Once you experience first-rate care, love and concern, you no longer tolerate anything less.

I had a girlfriend from Mexico that always made sure that I was well fed, and insisted that I am comfortable in “my” chair. In fact she guarded it so that no one else would be able to use it. She was there for me, how can I say this, on demand (if you catch my drift).

Once you experience first-rate care, love and concern, you no longer tolerate anything less.

My Chinese wife selects the food I eat, the clothes I wear, and the exercise I do. She wants me to be better than everyone else. She makes sure that I am up to it. She is strong like a tiger in this regard.

She treats me like a powerful mob boss. And, when I leave the house, I act that way in public.

Once you experience first-rate care, love and concern, you no longer tolerate anything less.

Yet, when I visit the United States, I see women acting just horrible. It is as if there is a war on males in the United States. It is disgusting.

To me, it is actually horrifying, as typically the women doing this look like big white water buffalo’s to me, acting like mean and horrible white-trash. They look like they belong on Jerry Springer, more than walking on the public street.

OK people, listen up.

As someone who is used and accustomed to being treated well by extremely beautiful women, I do not tolerate being treated poorly. This is most especially true for any woman that is not up to par in my (personal) attractiveness scale.

Once you experience first-rate care, love and concern, you no longer tolerate anything less.

I am not alone in this. This goes for all Americans who have traveled outside the Untied States. So, in my world, and in my reality, you can either adapt or leave. There is no room for the lowest common denominator.

  • American women really need to “up their game”.
  • American men need to stay away from disrespect in all forms.

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[8] Devotion to the Family

When both men and women are single, their interests are directed towards other things. The woman wants to be attractive, have fun, and maybe work on a career. A man, working on a career, have fun, and meet girls. Once both get married that all changes. They now have a family and together their family needs both of their attention.

This ability to focus on a family is not something that you learn about on a first date. It is something you discover over time and over numerous dates. The woman discovers just how comfortable the man would be letting her run things. The man discovers whether or not this girl is THE one who can build up a family for him.

It is not only about raising children, working on career goals, a devotion to the elders in the family and a shared sense of adventure. It is also about every aspect of a family. Just how willing is the woman to devote to building up a family, creating a home out of a house and just how important she places a family life in her scale of things.

Here is a transcription of a woman lamenting her decision to forego building a family and instead having a career.  Read it and cry.

Every Wednesday, the second hour of my national radio show is the “Male/Female Hour.” A few weeks ago, a woman named Jennifer called in.

For reasons of space, I have somewhat shortened her comments. Every young woman should read them. This is precisely what she said:

“Dennis, I want to get right to it. I’m 50 years old with four college degrees. I was raised by a feminist mother with no father in the home. My mother told me get an education to the maximum level so that you can get out in the world, make a lot of money. And that’s the path I followed. I make adequate money. I don’t make a ton of money. But I do make enough to support my own household.

“I want to tell women in their 20s: Do not follow the path that I followed. You are leading yourself to a life of loneliness. All of your friends will be getting married and having children, and you’re working to compete in the world, and what you’re doing is competing with men. 

"Men don’t like competitors. Men want a partner. It took me until my late 40s to realize this.

“And by the time you have your own household with all your own bills, you can’t get off that track, because now you’ve got to make the money to pay your bills. It’s hard to find a partner in your late 40s to date because you also start losing self-confidence about your looks, your body. 

"It’s not the same as it was in your 20s. 

"You try to do what you can to make your life fulfilling. I have cats and dogs. But it’s lonely when you see your friends having children, going on vacations, planning the lives of their children, and you don’t do anything at night but come home to your cats and dogs. I don’t want other women to do what I have done.”

I asked, “Was it hard for you to make this call?”

She responded: “It was. I want to be anonymous because I don’t want people that I know to really know my true feelings. Because you do act like ‘My career is everything. I love working.’ But it’s a lie on the inside for me. It’s unfortunate. I didn’t realize this until it’s too late. I don’t know if it’s too late. I would like to find somebody to go on vacation with.

“You have other concerns when you get older and you live alone. Who’s going to take you to your medical appointments? If something should happen to you, there’s no other income there to help you. These are things you don’t understand when you’re in your 20s because you don’t think you’ll ever get old and have health problems.

“I’m stuck now because I go to work every day. I smile like I love it, but it’s very painful to not plan a vacation with someone. It’s painful to not have a Thanksgiving dinner with someone. You sit home alone and you do nothing. I avoid my friends now that have children because I have nothing in common with them.

“Somebody asked me the other day, ‘Why did you stay single and never have kids?’ There’s answers: Because I was brainwashed by my mother into this. But it’s hard and it’s shameful to tell people, ‘I don’t know. I ran out of time.’

“There’s not a good answer for it except: ‘I was programmed to get into the workforce, compete with men, and make money.’ Supposedly, that would be a fulfilling life. But I was told that by a feminist mother who was divorced, who hated her husband—my father.

“She tried to steer me on what she thought was the right path, but feminism is a lie. That’s what I want women to know.

“I didn’t realize this until late in life. I want to tell women: Find someone in your 20s. That’s when you’re still very cute. That’s when you’re still amiable to working out problems with someone. It’s harder in your 50s, when you’ve lived alone, to compromise with someone, to have someone in your home and every little thing about them annoys you because you’re so used to being alone. It’s hard to undo that, so don’t do what I did. Find someone in your 20s.”

I said, “I’m thinking of transcribing your call and making it a column.”

“Do that, Dennis. I want to help whoever I can,” she said.

-From the Daily Signal.

A man looks for a partner. He searches for someone to make his life COMPLETE. He looks for a life partner. It is biologically programmed into him.

A devoted woman will do whatever it takes to make the family work.

Here’s two micro videos showing hard-working, but poorer girls, supporting their families and building their homes. For in China, the man MUST work, and the woman MUST take care of the family. Many times, that means building of finishing up a home while the man works far away.

A woman does what ever it takes. She is fearless. She is capable. Help her and empower her. You will receive blessings on your life beyond compare.

Let me explain these videos.

Many times a couple will get married in a poor village. The husband would have to accept a job in a far away city, while the wife stays home. Many times the wife would get the paychecks from the working husband and use that money to build their home. This is not at all uncommon.

She would take this money and budget it.

First thing on the agenda would be building and making a house. Sure she might get help from uncles and classmates. However, ultimately, much of the work would be up to her. So many of those houses in rural China were physically made by wives in support of their families.

People! This is what a traditional family looks like.

The man works and the woman stays home and takes care of the family. For young families, the man works like crazy in far away cities and sends the bulk of what he makes to his wife. He, in turn, lives either in small dorms or barracks or, alternatively inside very tiny apartments like this one…

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This is how a young married Chinese man lives. He does what ever it takes to help his new wife build up their family. He will work long hours and every day. He will eat what his employer provides, and will sleep in the very smallest of spaces. He will do this for his wife. He will do this for his family. This is what a traditional man is.

All the money he makes goes to his wife.

Maybe he will only make a few hundred yuan ($30). All of it goes to his wife. The Chinese women that I know differ from the American women. A Chinese wife would rather have 100% of what her man makes – even if it is only $30, rather than a small portion, say 5% of what he makes. That’s true even if he makes a million dollars.

I don’t quite understand it. Really. Because the millionaire would give the wife more money than a mere $30. It doesn’t make sense economically nor financially. But, there you have it. That is the way it is.

  • Chinese traditional women demand 100% from their man.
  • American progressive women look to men as a resource.

Culturally, Chinese women are very different from American women.

It is not a scene out of progressive liberal propaganda out of the American urban enclave. These are not little waifs that huddle in fear, or scenes out of the Handmaid’s Tale. This is real life. This is how the rest of the world lives. Open up your eyes to the reality.

And for Pete’s sake, get your friggin’ nose out of the propaganda being spoon-fed to you by the American elite.

[9] Spirituality

Look for a spiritual woman. I always look for a woman who understands that the universe is bigger than we understand. I look for a woman who can feel the presence of God.

I am a Catholic, but I am not referring to a religious person. I am referring to a spiritual person. My first wife was a Baptist. My second (the one who retired me) was agnostic, but raised as a Catholic. My current wife is a Buddhist. Find a woman who is spiritual.

Check to see if she is really spiritual. Watch how she treats animals. Watch how he feels about tradition, families. Pay attention to the role that she has in her own family. Just how functional or dysfunctional it is. Pay attention.

[10] Shared Values

Finally, I look for a woman that has the same values as I do. We do not have to agree politically, but the fundamentals must be comparative. If I am going to give her 100% of all my money, I should be able to trust her that she won’t use it on coke, crack, and casino trips.

If I am going to devote my life to one singular woman, I expect her to do the same. If I am planning to have a family, I expect her to want a family as well. If I want to travel and have an adventurous life, then I would expect her to want it as well. Alternatively, if I want to have a quiet sedentary life in a rural cottage, I would expect her to want it as well.

Shared dreams, shared values, and shared life are fundamental to a couple’s success.

Conclusions

We, men and women, can be choosy in who we select to be our mate. It is important because your mate, the person you marry, will have the greatest influence in your quality of life.  Therefore, we need to choose wisely.

This is true for both men and women.

I live in friggin’ communist China and the women here are extremely attractive, with long beautiful hair, mesmerizing eyes, tight butts and astounding chests, and are very traditional at home. They take care of their man and their family. When I am with these wonderful ladies they treat me like I am a VIP and I am treated like a God. I cannot stress how wonderful being treated special is.  Most especially from an amazingly attractive woman.  I mean, it is just amazing.

Conversely, many (but thankfully, not all) the women in “free” America look like they belong on the set of Jerry Springer. Are rude, crass, selfish and treat me like a piece of nothing. The differences between women in China is just astounding. I mean, what the heck happened?

White Trash
An American woman who runs a business that she proudly calls “Trailer Trash”. I am sure that she is proud of it. How would you like to be married to this chick? How do you think she would treat you when you got home from work? Do you think that she knows how to cook? Would she make a good mother?

For me, and most men would agree, you pick the wife that is suitable for you. Let the rest of the world howl. All that matters is what you decide and the reality that you create.

  • You can get an ugly, fat, foul-mouthed woman who will constantly make fun of you.
  • You can be with an attractive, kind, caring and thoughtful woman. She takes care of herself, and will treat you like a king.

You choose. Red pill or blue pill.

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You can choose the lady that is most suitable for you. If you cannot find that woman in your town, go to a different town. If you cannot find her there, go else where. Eventually you will find that girl. I promise you.

Finally, here’s a little secret. If you are having trouble, do this. Go to church. Many of the most eligible women attending church. They are God-fearing, traditional women who would make fine, just real fine, wives.

Women in General

There are amazing women all over the world. That includes the United States. It is my belief that the vast bulk of American women are great and kind and wonderful. It is just that the bad ones are so very awful that it makes everyone look bad.

I now live in China. So what I am going to do is post some micro-videos of some attractive and sweet Chinese girls to help illustrate that there is no set “type” of lady that is perfect. Everyone comes in different shapes and sizes. Each one is different and each one has their very own personal charms.

Enjoy.

Women come in all sizes and shapes. They come in all kinds of attitudes and personalities. I love every single one. Please, I urge you the reader not to get too hung up on the media narrative of what is attractive, instead find ladies that appeal to your own sensibilities. You might be surprised how refreshing and pleasant it is…

Here’s another gal. Sorry, but I am in China. So this is all that I have to work with. Here’s another Chinese girl. Isn’t she just adorable?

I am a big sucker for a nice smile and feigned shyness…

The point here is that attractiveness comes in all kinds of shapes and sizes. There is no set standard. If I were to specify some idea on what is attractive, I would have to say that it is the sum total of what a particular woman is. For each woman has their own charms that are displayed uniquely.

I, for one happen to like so many different kinds of women. I like different body types. I like different kinds of attitudes, and I enjoy a big healthy smile. Here is a nice Chinese gal with an impressive chest jumping around and having fun…

Each woman has their own personality. This personality can be seen how they move, and the their selection of the music that they play. Personality is one of the key aspects of attractiveness. Be kind. Be happy. Smile a lot. Let your inner being glow.

The point that I am making here is that there is no set formula on what makes a woman attractive to a man. The woman must be strong, be themselves, be kind. Sooner or later the man that fits her personality will come around. It could be you. So, be the best you can be, and look for a mate that is the best that she is. Together you will have a life that will be marvelous.

Take Aways

  • Men look for a mate that will best match his needs as a man, and who will be fitting for his future family.
  • Women who cannot fit within his expectations will need to find other men to be with.
  • These men, the ones that do not have traditional values, will tend to be short-term affairs or long-term relationships that will not conclude in a marriage. That is because the men’s absolute needs are not being met.
  • This post lists ten needs that a man has.

FAQ

Q: What if men have different needs than what is listed here?
A: That is fine. There are all kinds of people and all kinds of men. It is the difference that are important. Not what makes us all the same. Personally, I don’t like going into a Starbucks in NYC and then going into one in Shenzhen. They are all the same. I like to go to a local pizza establishment in NYC and eating a New York style pizza. I also like going into a family restaurant in Shenzhen and eating some delicious dumplings. It is the differences that are important.

Q: So don’t you think that you are full of Misogyny? Aren’t you just defending the Patriarchy? Aren’t you Cisgender?
A: I don’t know. Maybe.

If so, what’s wrong with it? What is it YOUR business?

I don’t hate women. I love women. I love my wife. I love my mother and my sisters. I love my girlfriends, and their friends.  Besides, what is wrong with a Patriarchy? Can you explain that?

Your assumptions are all terribly faulted, and you discuss them as if they are proven and have merit. They don’t.

Q: What does “check your privilege” mean?
A:  In 1998, American feminist and anti-racism activist Peggy McIntosh wrote an essay entitled “White Privilege: Unpacking the Invisible Knapsack.” In McIntosh’s sense, privilege is a set of special provisions that a person acquires — or doesn’t — because of their identity.

If you are a rich, white, heterosexual man, then you’ll have it easier through life than a working-class, lesbian, woman of color. The exhortation to check your privilege became popular on internet blogs dealing with social justice themes as a reminder that we are not all dealt the same hand in life.

What the real truth is that it is an insult, and veiled threat that says “you had it easy in life”. I personally find it extremely insulting. As the person saying this has absolutely no idea what I had to do to get where I am now.

Q: What does Heteronormative  mean?
A: Heteronormative  was coined by the writer and academic Marina Warner in 1991.  It means “a world view which regards gender roles as fixed to biological sex. It treats heterosexuality as the normal and preferred sexual orientation.” Which is pretty much an accepted norm globally.

However the intention is to use distorted group think to redefine the narrative and to use this word as an insult. I am a traditional man, and I think that women are attractive to me. This fact, apparently, makes me “heteronormative”.

No problem. So was George Washington. So was Jesus Christ. So was Gandhi. So was Jimmy Carter. So was Bill Clinton. So was Ronald Reagan. So were both my parents and all of my grandparents.

So, a non-heteronormative person is a societal abnormality.

Posts Regarding Life and Contentment

Here are some other similar posts on this venue. If you enjoyed this post, you might like these posts as well. These posts tend to discuss growing up in America. Often, I like to compare my life in America with the society within communist China. As there are some really stark differences between the two.

Why no High-Speed rail in the USA?
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Tomatos
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Mad scientist
Gorilla Cage in the basement
The two family types and how they work.
How to manage a family household.
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Soups, Sandwiches and ice cold beer.
Pleasures
Work in the 1960's
School in the 1970s
Cat Heaven
Corporate life
Corporate life - part 2
Build up your life
Grow and play - 1
Grow and play - 2
Asshole
Baby's got back
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A womanly vanity
SJW
Army and Navy Store
Playground Comparisons
Excuses that we use that keep us enslaved.

Posts about the Changes in America

America is going through a period of change. Change is good… that is, after it occurs. Often however, there are large periods of discomfort as the period of adjustment takes place. Here are some posts that discuss this issue.

Parable about America
What is planned for American Conservatives - Part 2
What is going to happen to conservatives - Part 3.
What is planned for conservatives - part 4
What is in store for Conservatives - part 5
What is in store for conservatives - part 6
Civil War
The Warning Signs
r/K selection theory
Line in the sand
A second passport
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Make America Great Again.
What would the founders think?

More Posts about Life

I have broken apart some other posts. They can best be classified about ones actions as they contribute to happiness and life. They are a little different, in subtle ways.

Being older
Things I wish I knew.
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Travel
PT-141
Bronco Billy
How they get away with it
Paper Airplanes
Snopes
Taxiation without representation.
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1960's and 1970's link
Democracy Lessons
A polarized world.
The Rule of Eight
Types of American conservatives.

Stories that Inspired Me

Here are reprints in full text of stories that inspired me, but that are nearly impossible to find in China. I place them here as sort of a personal library that I can use for inspiration. The reader is welcome to come and enjoy a read or two as well.

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Space Cadet (Full Text) by Robert Heinlein
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The Last Night
The Flying Machine
A story of escape.
All Summer in a day.
The Smile by Ray Bradbury
The menace from Earth
Delilah and the Space Rigger
Life-Line
The Tax-payer
The Pedestrian
Time for the stars.
Glory Road by Robert Heinlein
Starman Jones (Full Text) by Robert Heinlein.
The Lottery (Full Text) by Shirley Jackson
The Cold Equations (Full Text)
Farnham's Freehold (Full Text) by Robert Heinlein
Invisible Boy (Full Text) by Ray Bradbury

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