Yesterday afternoon, the office was quiet. Everyone had left but me. I needed to finish up a few more things prior to Monday when it all starts again. Work. Work. Work. The never ending pursuit of making money through employment whether to someone else or for your own self. Got to get those bills paid and save up for retirement!
There are 2 PCs at my office that are unmonitored via Covenant Eyes, therefore they serve as opportunities for me to peruse Internet porn whilst there alone. Years ago, when the Internet began to become ubiquitous within white collar office settings, I would seize the opportunity to do this repeatedly. Whether it was over the weekend or after hours on weekdays, and even if for a few minutes.
Consuming Internet porn is cathartic for Rob. It's like smoking weed, I suppose. I cannot think of a more enjoyable, relaxing pursuit than browsing for smut online. So many of the images are strikingly beautiful and the unlimited amount of smut is such fun to parse through!
Back in 2013, I was terminated from my "dream job" due to my breaching my employer's information technology policy. Not only had I been surfing for porn (and subsequently masturbating at my desk), but I was writing a blog not unlike this one where I was recounting to the world my struggles with / bondage to sexual sin. That termination - how it was executed - was not unlike being raped emotionally. And through that violation, I became impregnated with a massive sense of worthlessness. For 18+ months, I struggled with PTSD. At my lowest point, I was suicidal.
Never have I experienced such emotional pain and hardship. It was devastatingly difficult to endure the ever demanding responsibilities of life through that nightmare.
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Prior to my termination, I was attempting to pursue friendships with Christian men within the small town setting we found ourselves within. We were members of a thriving Presbyterian Church, and I attended every early morning (monthly) men's prayer breakfast that was available to me. These were well attended, but stagnant in helping Rob make platonic connections. Plus, the build up of shame I was experiencing on every occasion I walked into that church was becoming very difficult to bear.
What I craved were friendships that were built on authenticity. I wanted men in my life that were willing to invest in me on a personal level. Men who were interested in my story and who would be willing to walk with me through that particular season / setting of life.
I remember writing a letter to the senior pastor of this church and asking for help. To be more specific, I needed some counsel relative to the issue of masturbation, being keenly interested in his take on that issue.
Unfortunately, he chose to shun me in lieu of reciprocating.
As you can imagine, this only made my situation more shameful. I felt like a martian at this point.
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Satan exists. He's the father of lies, and his goal is to kill all of us by concocting such theatrics within our individual lives that we eventually succumb to the ordinary. The routine. It's called settling, and I was fast approaching this particular resolve.
But then there's our Heavenly Father. He's in pursuit, working to counter our own lethargic selves / situational trappings as well as our number one Enemy, Lucifer.
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+/-9 months after being terminated from my job, I began to talk openly to my sweet wife about the repeated voices in my head that were saying, "Why Don't You Kill Yourself?", and thanks to her prompting me to talk with my father about said voices, I eventually found Samson Society.
And the rest is history.
I remember vividly the first Wednesday night I walked into a meeting. I remember both the excitement mixed with the shame regarding my story (recent failures as well as overall). I can still see the faces of so many men, all of which I admittedly longed to know better.
Those memories, from both that initial meeting as well as the countless others I've both attended and facilitated, carry me forward and serve to bind me to this ministry where relational accountability is uplifted and celebrated amongst men. This is why Samson Society is so important to me.
And no, I chose to not look at Internet porn yesterday at the office after hours.
Saturday, July 20, 2019
Wednesday, July 10, 2019
The Post Office Box of the Mind
Many years ago, my wife took over the responsibility of checking the business Post Office Box of her employer, a small accounting firm who'd recently relocated their operation to south Mississippi. The firm was a small husband / wife operation, but in needing to move south, they still had a client base here that demanded servicing. Therefore, Angie was happy to help; hence, she stayed onboard.
Most nights after work, I would stop by the Post Office to check the aforementioned box, and for weeks and weeks on end, each time I'd open it up, it would be jam packed with catalogs from every conceivable retailer you could imagine.
There were toy catalogs, lingerie, men and women's clothing, hardware, furniture, home accessories, and on and on. I remember too there were catalogs that fell into the offbeat category such as fairy themed statuary, Irish pub themed interior decor, etc. It was amazing to behold how much junk mail was being delivered to this one P.O. Box each and every day in Brandon, Mississippi.
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During my last year of college, I was dealing with so much up in my head that I had no idea what to truly make of it. Circumstantially, I was in deep with my girlfriend (now wife), and soon to be (hopefully) employed at my first job within the architectural field. I decided it was time for me to seek help. Too much was at stake for me to continue forward on my own. I'd spent years and years attempting to analyze and ultimately understand my thought life, but it was a 2-month backpacking trip during the summer of '94 that finally brought me to a place where I knew I didn't want to go at this alone any more.
Eventually, I confided in my 'rents as to my state of mind, and from there, they were kind enough to assist me in obtaining quality counsel, and it was through that relationship with that (now deceased) clinical psychologist that light began to be shed on my situation. He and I sorted through and unpacked an awful lot over 3 or 4 months. Plus, he provided numerous cautionary words that no one else with that same insight had ever shared with me. It was a wonderfully helpful experience!
For Rob, sinful behavior was nurtured by and within this state of mental confusion. I never used it as an excuse, but despite my ownership in what I was taking part in, I knew I was much more susceptible to temptation whilst being within a state of confusion.
Considering that truth from my past and subsequently applying it today, I've had men also advise me to stave off access to sin-laden opportunities. And I believe this is sound advice. Pragmatics certainly can play into protecting ourselves as Christians, but what's really wonderfully helpful at times is having someone more experienced come alongside you to assist in unpacking mental deliverables that inevitably keep showing up unannounced. Deliverables which seem to promulgate out of some unforeseen or unclear point of origin.
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Eventually, I took action against the Post Office Box, I deciding to stave off the unnecessary waste as well as the huge distraction it was to Rob. I have to admit that I simply couldn't resist the pull to leaf through all this unsolicited junk mail day after day.
Therefore, I systematically began calling the retailers one by one. I did this at home with my daily stack of catalogs in hand, asking for this particular P.O. Box to be removed from their mailing list. It was a long, tedious process, but it was worth it, and after 2 or 3 months, I'd taken care of every one despite the fact that I had to call certain companies repeatedly.
My attitude here regarding this was one of novel steadfastness. In other words, I tried to see the opportunity in relegating this work to myself as more than just a drudgery. Instead, it was an attempt to be consistent relative to a condition that I'd found myself within via no surrogacy of my own.
I suppose you might liken this situation to renting an apartment that was haunted, or perhaps purchasing a used car that seemingly drives itself away unannounced after you'd parked it in front of your apartment rental. Annoying and very weird, but such is life sometimes.
I can personally attest that the mind is complex and sometimes needs "higher oversight", requiring its owner to reach out for help. Also, unpacking takes work and lots of dedicated time that's realistically impossible to do alone. Therefore, don't hesitate to reach out for help. Take action against a state of mind that's negatively intrusive in its ways. Hijacking is no doubt a real experience, but no doubt one that should be settled for.
Most nights after work, I would stop by the Post Office to check the aforementioned box, and for weeks and weeks on end, each time I'd open it up, it would be jam packed with catalogs from every conceivable retailer you could imagine.
There were toy catalogs, lingerie, men and women's clothing, hardware, furniture, home accessories, and on and on. I remember too there were catalogs that fell into the offbeat category such as fairy themed statuary, Irish pub themed interior decor, etc. It was amazing to behold how much junk mail was being delivered to this one P.O. Box each and every day in Brandon, Mississippi.
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During my last year of college, I was dealing with so much up in my head that I had no idea what to truly make of it. Circumstantially, I was in deep with my girlfriend (now wife), and soon to be (hopefully) employed at my first job within the architectural field. I decided it was time for me to seek help. Too much was at stake for me to continue forward on my own. I'd spent years and years attempting to analyze and ultimately understand my thought life, but it was a 2-month backpacking trip during the summer of '94 that finally brought me to a place where I knew I didn't want to go at this alone any more.
Eventually, I confided in my 'rents as to my state of mind, and from there, they were kind enough to assist me in obtaining quality counsel, and it was through that relationship with that (now deceased) clinical psychologist that light began to be shed on my situation. He and I sorted through and unpacked an awful lot over 3 or 4 months. Plus, he provided numerous cautionary words that no one else with that same insight had ever shared with me. It was a wonderfully helpful experience!
For Rob, sinful behavior was nurtured by and within this state of mental confusion. I never used it as an excuse, but despite my ownership in what I was taking part in, I knew I was much more susceptible to temptation whilst being within a state of confusion.
Considering that truth from my past and subsequently applying it today, I've had men also advise me to stave off access to sin-laden opportunities. And I believe this is sound advice. Pragmatics certainly can play into protecting ourselves as Christians, but what's really wonderfully helpful at times is having someone more experienced come alongside you to assist in unpacking mental deliverables that inevitably keep showing up unannounced. Deliverables which seem to promulgate out of some unforeseen or unclear point of origin.
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Eventually, I took action against the Post Office Box, I deciding to stave off the unnecessary waste as well as the huge distraction it was to Rob. I have to admit that I simply couldn't resist the pull to leaf through all this unsolicited junk mail day after day.
Therefore, I systematically began calling the retailers one by one. I did this at home with my daily stack of catalogs in hand, asking for this particular P.O. Box to be removed from their mailing list. It was a long, tedious process, but it was worth it, and after 2 or 3 months, I'd taken care of every one despite the fact that I had to call certain companies repeatedly.
My attitude here regarding this was one of novel steadfastness. In other words, I tried to see the opportunity in relegating this work to myself as more than just a drudgery. Instead, it was an attempt to be consistent relative to a condition that I'd found myself within via no surrogacy of my own.
I suppose you might liken this situation to renting an apartment that was haunted, or perhaps purchasing a used car that seemingly drives itself away unannounced after you'd parked it in front of your apartment rental. Annoying and very weird, but such is life sometimes.
I can personally attest that the mind is complex and sometimes needs "higher oversight", requiring its owner to reach out for help. Also, unpacking takes work and lots of dedicated time that's realistically impossible to do alone. Therefore, don't hesitate to reach out for help. Take action against a state of mind that's negatively intrusive in its ways. Hijacking is no doubt a real experience, but no doubt one that should be settled for.
Monday, July 8, 2019
"I Don't Regret Anything I Said."
Have you ever had someone say that to you, or to someone else regarding their words to you?
I've said and written so many things that I regret that they're too numerous to even begin to quantify. Scripture is clear when it comes to speech. Less is more.
What I find is when someone says this, they're sinking in a deep pile of doo doo that smells of regret, yet they'd rather tolerate the stink than admit to their wrongdoing. Eventually though, they're going to be up to their neck in shit. Once that occurs, they'd best reconsider their stubbornness. Otherwise, they're going to inevitably asphyxiate.
My wife is such the Olympian when it comes to asking forgiveness for misplaced words. If fact, she does it so reflexively that I'm almost annoyed by it. Why is this?
Because, I'm the opposite.
I'm the one who'd rather hold my ground, wait it out, and hope for the Earth to instead swallow me whole in order for me to NOT have to admit to my foolish words. I'll take a dramatic death over coming clean with my tongue any day.
What's really fun though is being cognizant enough of your own past dialogue screw ups (especially if it involves those same guilty parties) well enough to be humble regarding your wounds (enacted by them). Not to ignore the brevity of those recent hurts, but to put them in perspective.
Perspective is such a powerful tool relative to managing pain that's doled out by our fellow man. Use it to God's glory. "Those who wait upon the Lord..."
Also, be merciful by recalling the aroma of feces and how disgusting it is having had yourself all packed in by it, and remember too that vengeance is the Lord's. There's no guarantee you'll ever receive an apology, nor should you expect one as a representative of Christ. Will their words affect the relationship within the immediate future? Either way (apology or not), yes.
Wouldn't it be so awesome if we could undo our speech? Undo. Undo. Undo.
I've said and written so many things that I regret that they're too numerous to even begin to quantify. Scripture is clear when it comes to speech. Less is more.
What I find is when someone says this, they're sinking in a deep pile of doo doo that smells of regret, yet they'd rather tolerate the stink than admit to their wrongdoing. Eventually though, they're going to be up to their neck in shit. Once that occurs, they'd best reconsider their stubbornness. Otherwise, they're going to inevitably asphyxiate.
My wife is such the Olympian when it comes to asking forgiveness for misplaced words. If fact, she does it so reflexively that I'm almost annoyed by it. Why is this?
Because, I'm the opposite.
I'm the one who'd rather hold my ground, wait it out, and hope for the Earth to instead swallow me whole in order for me to NOT have to admit to my foolish words. I'll take a dramatic death over coming clean with my tongue any day.
What's really fun though is being cognizant enough of your own past dialogue screw ups (especially if it involves those same guilty parties) well enough to be humble regarding your wounds (enacted by them). Not to ignore the brevity of those recent hurts, but to put them in perspective.
Perspective is such a powerful tool relative to managing pain that's doled out by our fellow man. Use it to God's glory. "Those who wait upon the Lord..."
Also, be merciful by recalling the aroma of feces and how disgusting it is having had yourself all packed in by it, and remember too that vengeance is the Lord's. There's no guarantee you'll ever receive an apology, nor should you expect one as a representative of Christ. Will their words affect the relationship within the immediate future? Either way (apology or not), yes.
Wouldn't it be so awesome if we could undo our speech? Undo. Undo. Undo.
Sunday, July 7, 2019
Be Courageous In Your Pursuit of Friendship
No matter your age or "time of life", no matter your temperament or personality, pursue friendship with other men that you believe might benefit from your support and vice versa.
Solid, reliable friendships between men is worth the false starts, miscommunication, and disappointments.
Be vigilant in your pursuit, and do not hesitate to be upfront with your intent. It may feel too risky to use the word friendship as your end goal, but take my advice, and let the other man know where you're coming from at the getgo.
Lastly, it's worth it to ask how you might shore up your role as a friend on occasion, listening always for opportunities to better hone your skills on behalf of your buddy. Conversely, if a friendship implodes or false starts, don't fret. Instead, pray for patience and understanding as you stay centered on how Christ modeled friendship for his beloved disciples. Patience, patience, patience.
As a Samson Society man in particular, you might just become like me in that you're always on the lookout for opportunities to expand your platonic portfolio.
It could happen.
Solid, reliable friendships between men is worth the false starts, miscommunication, and disappointments.
Be vigilant in your pursuit, and do not hesitate to be upfront with your intent. It may feel too risky to use the word friendship as your end goal, but take my advice, and let the other man know where you're coming from at the getgo.
Lastly, it's worth it to ask how you might shore up your role as a friend on occasion, listening always for opportunities to better hone your skills on behalf of your buddy. Conversely, if a friendship implodes or false starts, don't fret. Instead, pray for patience and understanding as you stay centered on how Christ modeled friendship for his beloved disciples. Patience, patience, patience.
As a Samson Society man in particular, you might just become like me in that you're always on the lookout for opportunities to expand your platonic portfolio.
It could happen.
Saturday, July 6, 2019
Fornication: The Dating Ruse
My parents were involved in fornication. I know this because they in turn became pregnant with me. Subsequently, as a 17 and 18 year old, they chose to then marry back in January of 1972. Perhaps they would have never married had they not been involved in fornication. Nevertheless, that decision to have premarital sexual intercourse changed their lives forever and instigated mine.
What is fornication really, and why is it considered a sin by God?
I've heard so many men in particular justify fornication within their pasts, and I've heard a handful of women detail it as simply part of the learning curve relative to "aptitude in bed".
Fornication is blasphemy because it takes what's clearly detailed relations by God - husband / wife and misrepresents it. It's no different than two friends simply choosing to be sexual. That's abnormal behavior due to the two parties involved (friends), therefore it's out of line with God's will.
As a Christian, it's hard to not be disappointed in the fact that my father made the decisions he chose to all those years ago, and I realize that probably sounds contradictory from the standpoint of my very existence today. Considering all of the fallout that I've witnessed follow suit from that decision, allow me to continue...
Here's the truly pivotal rationale as to why it's so important to eschew sexual intimacy before marriage.
You're improving your chances of not ending up with a bad marriage, and believe me, no amount of memorable dating sex can outweigh the heartache that's mated to a difficult, if not impossibly unworkable marriage.
Keep in mind I said marriage here. Not friendship between roommates, or acquaintances who tolerate each other's presence. Marriage. Two becoming one flesh.
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Sexual intercourse in particular is intoxicating. Particularly when it's virginal and mated to young love. Therefore, it quickly becomes the focal point of the dating relationship which is decidedly unfortunate.
If the two individuals are Christians, they're now dealing with private, yet shared guilt and shame, and oftentimes, they're working just as hard out of bed attempting to cover over their tracks as they are in bed to achieve multiple orgasms.
What's truly sad is when abortion occurs as a result of all of this foolishness.
But let's return to the intoxication portion of sexual intimacy.
Young adults who are sexually active whilst dating are benefiting from being at their sexual peak physiologically. Young men are making loads of healthy sperm and young ladies' eggs are ripe for fertilization, and their bodies know this (despite the fact that they aren't married). Hence, the sex is intense and overwhelmingly pleasurable to both.
Plus, their bodies themselves are young. Therefore sexual stamina is at its peak, positions are often limitless, and those feelings of invulnerability are at times ever present.
Of course, all of this inevitably clouds judgement because the fornication is just that - a celebration of rebellion against God versus marriage under God. And all of this sexual sin compounds as the dating relationship progresses 'till eventually (if the couple chooses to marry), they both find themselves having to deal with ramifications related to the erasure of the line of demarcation that actually signified the marriage itself. And those ramifications can be extensive. God is not mocked. Marriage is a representation of Christ and his bride, the church. This is seriously stupid behavior we're talking about here that not just one person has been involved in but two.
Many of you know that I have 3 daughters - ages 16, 14, and 9. I pray often for their future husbands. In particular, that they'll respect and honor the role that sexual intimacy should play only between a husband and wife. And this is primarily because I don't want them married to a Schmoe. Ordinary simply isn't acceptable in my book for my girls. Let those men be someone else's son-in-law.
What is fornication really, and why is it considered a sin by God?
I've heard so many men in particular justify fornication within their pasts, and I've heard a handful of women detail it as simply part of the learning curve relative to "aptitude in bed".
Fornication is blasphemy because it takes what's clearly detailed relations by God - husband / wife and misrepresents it. It's no different than two friends simply choosing to be sexual. That's abnormal behavior due to the two parties involved (friends), therefore it's out of line with God's will.
As a Christian, it's hard to not be disappointed in the fact that my father made the decisions he chose to all those years ago, and I realize that probably sounds contradictory from the standpoint of my very existence today. Considering all of the fallout that I've witnessed follow suit from that decision, allow me to continue...
Here's the truly pivotal rationale as to why it's so important to eschew sexual intimacy before marriage.
You're improving your chances of not ending up with a bad marriage, and believe me, no amount of memorable dating sex can outweigh the heartache that's mated to a difficult, if not impossibly unworkable marriage.
Keep in mind I said marriage here. Not friendship between roommates, or acquaintances who tolerate each other's presence. Marriage. Two becoming one flesh.
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Sexual intercourse in particular is intoxicating. Particularly when it's virginal and mated to young love. Therefore, it quickly becomes the focal point of the dating relationship which is decidedly unfortunate.
If the two individuals are Christians, they're now dealing with private, yet shared guilt and shame, and oftentimes, they're working just as hard out of bed attempting to cover over their tracks as they are in bed to achieve multiple orgasms.
What's truly sad is when abortion occurs as a result of all of this foolishness.
But let's return to the intoxication portion of sexual intimacy.
Young adults who are sexually active whilst dating are benefiting from being at their sexual peak physiologically. Young men are making loads of healthy sperm and young ladies' eggs are ripe for fertilization, and their bodies know this (despite the fact that they aren't married). Hence, the sex is intense and overwhelmingly pleasurable to both.
Plus, their bodies themselves are young. Therefore sexual stamina is at its peak, positions are often limitless, and those feelings of invulnerability are at times ever present.
Of course, all of this inevitably clouds judgement because the fornication is just that - a celebration of rebellion against God versus marriage under God. And all of this sexual sin compounds as the dating relationship progresses 'till eventually (if the couple chooses to marry), they both find themselves having to deal with ramifications related to the erasure of the line of demarcation that actually signified the marriage itself. And those ramifications can be extensive. God is not mocked. Marriage is a representation of Christ and his bride, the church. This is seriously stupid behavior we're talking about here that not just one person has been involved in but two.
Many of you know that I have 3 daughters - ages 16, 14, and 9. I pray often for their future husbands. In particular, that they'll respect and honor the role that sexual intimacy should play only between a husband and wife. And this is primarily because I don't want them married to a Schmoe. Ordinary simply isn't acceptable in my book for my girls. Let those men be someone else's son-in-law.
Our Dollar General / Game of Thrones culture. Practically free and tastes really good.
Internet capable devices provide men with the ability to foster sexual fantasies that run in tandem with their day to day life. Many of these men have fetishes that they nurture through these Internet capable devices. And oftentimes, they do this whilst utilizing mainstream social media which provides an almost infinitesimal amount of photographic imagery for them to draw from.
This morning after the Lakeside Pres Samson Society after-meeting had concluded, I did something I'd never done before. That being shopped at our local Dollar General. This particular store has been there / here for many years now, but never have I felt compelled to shop there.
Dollar General has become a mainstream grocery / staples store for almost everybody in 2019. They're located literally on most every corner, from urban to rural areas, and for the most part, they're identical to one another. Their namesake though is their pricing strategy. Everything's in increments of the good ole American dollar bill.
When I would visit my grandparents as a boy during all those scorching hot summers back in the '80s, we'd at least one time shop at the downtown dollar stores. In the small Mississippi town that they lived adjacent to, there were two of these. One was a Fred's and the other was a Bill's.
Dollar stores, here in Mississippi at least, grew out of small town necessity. Small, uneducated, impoverished populations flocked to these due to the fact that there simply wasn't anything else locally available.
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So what exactly is a Dollar General store?
Today, Dollar General represents the adult bookstore version of grocers.
Society would argue that they're commodities. They're built on the propaganda of being located where "no other retailer will locate", but the truth is there ubiquitous because they cater to those who purchase and consume actual garbage due to the fact that it's practically free and tastes really good.
These consumers don't care about anything but those descriptors. Practically free and tastes really good.
Practically free and tastes really good.
Practically free and tastes really good.
And Dollar General stores are packed to the ceiling with this garbage. Their moniker should be dimly lit, smelly (chemical odors), and crammed from floor to ceiling with practically free and tastes really good.
Of course, there is the back wall of actual name-brand commodity products like dish soap and carpet shampoo, but they're not priced any less than what you'd pay at Wal-Mart or Target. And again, that's not why consumers shop at Dollar General, though they may use it as an excuse to frequent the store.
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Many, many men use the Internet as an extension of what they run across day to day to fuel their sexual fantasies. Men are men due to testosterone. It's a hormone that is responsible for certain distinct, manly physical attributes, but it also has a lot to do with their sex drive. Considering those facts, our culture caters to it as a result of corporations of almost every ilk being gluttons to a seemingly conscientiously blind approach towards driving revenue.
Let's say a man is at the pool as I was today with one of my daughters, and during his time there, he takes note of a woman who's also swimming with her children. And this woman is sexually attractive to the man due to the fact that she has certain body parts that are very well accentuated via her very wet bathing suit. So, he takes note of her specific beauty, stealing glances her way throughout his time there, and at some point in the future, he jumps online to carry forward his jollies by attempting to fantastically harvest similarly large breasted, very wet swimsuited local women via social media. Think about the rows and rows of all manner of flavored soda pop / fried potato chips to choose from at the Dollar General which are practically free and tastes really good, and you'll understand what I'm describing here.
Social media (also like Dollar General) is also seasonal! Did you know that a sizable percentage of Dollar General's profit margin are from seasonal garbage? In fact, even though it's July, they're beginning to stock their many regional warehouses (one of which is in the Mississippi Delta) with these wares even as I type this! Therefore, it too all syncs up with our desires / expectations in real time.
And speaking of real time, the season of summer brings with it scantily clad, bikini wearing broads who post photos of themselves and their breasts and their friends' breasts all over social media. Literally like clockwork - 24/7. And from there, these men eventually ejaculate in real summertime to their posts. Over and over again.
It's practically free and tastes really good, and it's happening even as you read this!
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Now, let's look to Game of Thrones. And keep in mind that I've never watched an episode of this smut. In fact, I don't watch TV period because it's just a huge waste of time.
Game of Thrones falls on the opposite end of the spectrum as Dollar General does. It's appeal is so brilliantly camouflaged that its creators are essentially modern day snake oil salesmen. There are some smart (and very wealthy) puppeteers behind the scenes here.
Game of Thrones is superbly lit, expertly acted, and thoughtfully written to appeal to the most hard to please, moody, and bored to tears television audience. And it also happens to be practically free and tastes really good just like our favorite local retailer, Dollar General.
But it's the former that gives it its present day street cred, and it's that credibility that's used to disguise it's true appeal.
Remember the film, 300? I believe it was written and directed by a similarly adept snake oil salesman. 300 was a forerunner of Game of Thrones. Beautiful imagery. Incredible visuals. Superbly lit. Practically free and tastes really good.
So, what's the true appeal?
You may not realize this, but there exists in certain cities sex clubs. These aren't strip clubs which allow just about anyone in off of the street who has a pulse combined with a sex drive. They're sex clubs. Essentially, if you're a member, it's an opportunity to have sex with beautiful strangers in front of other beautiful strangers. Of course, to be a member of one of these, the first qualification is physical beauty and the second is money. Pay to lay.
This may seem surreal to imagine, but these do exist in cities all over the world. You might call it controlled hotness at your local, corner orgy quick stop. Perhaps one's Church of Semen?
All of this naughtiness appeals to the opposite consumer from Dollar General, but they're still looking for the same: Practically free (relative to them) and tastes really good.
This is Game of Thrones. More opportunity for men to entertain their sexual fantasy lives as they engage with the culture just as everyone else chooses too. Think of it as contrived and fictitious as social media but ultra pure in opportune lustful pleasure. Garbage in 12x concentrated form. Efficient and effective whilst being intellectually stimulating!
God help us see that practically free and tastes really good are to be avoided due to the fact that they only satisfy us moment by moment, therefore we cannot help but become chained to them as a dog is chained to a stake. And from there, our minds are dulled as our appetites rage. And we continue to dream of fantastical sex outside of God's will, eating our vomit again and again. And this is not at all unlike all those pitiful fools who indulge regularly in so much orange flavored soda, jalapeno flavored potato chips, and heart palpitating energy drinks from their local Dollar General, or the imbecile who embraces award-winning debauchery like Game of Thrones.
This morning after the Lakeside Pres Samson Society after-meeting had concluded, I did something I'd never done before. That being shopped at our local Dollar General. This particular store has been there / here for many years now, but never have I felt compelled to shop there.
Dollar General has become a mainstream grocery / staples store for almost everybody in 2019. They're located literally on most every corner, from urban to rural areas, and for the most part, they're identical to one another. Their namesake though is their pricing strategy. Everything's in increments of the good ole American dollar bill.
When I would visit my grandparents as a boy during all those scorching hot summers back in the '80s, we'd at least one time shop at the downtown dollar stores. In the small Mississippi town that they lived adjacent to, there were two of these. One was a Fred's and the other was a Bill's.
Dollar stores, here in Mississippi at least, grew out of small town necessity. Small, uneducated, impoverished populations flocked to these due to the fact that there simply wasn't anything else locally available.
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So what exactly is a Dollar General store?
Today, Dollar General represents the adult bookstore version of grocers.
Society would argue that they're commodities. They're built on the propaganda of being located where "no other retailer will locate", but the truth is there ubiquitous because they cater to those who purchase and consume actual garbage due to the fact that it's practically free and tastes really good.
These consumers don't care about anything but those descriptors. Practically free and tastes really good.
Practically free and tastes really good.
Practically free and tastes really good.
And Dollar General stores are packed to the ceiling with this garbage. Their moniker should be dimly lit, smelly (chemical odors), and crammed from floor to ceiling with practically free and tastes really good.
Of course, there is the back wall of actual name-brand commodity products like dish soap and carpet shampoo, but they're not priced any less than what you'd pay at Wal-Mart or Target. And again, that's not why consumers shop at Dollar General, though they may use it as an excuse to frequent the store.
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Many, many men use the Internet as an extension of what they run across day to day to fuel their sexual fantasies. Men are men due to testosterone. It's a hormone that is responsible for certain distinct, manly physical attributes, but it also has a lot to do with their sex drive. Considering those facts, our culture caters to it as a result of corporations of almost every ilk being gluttons to a seemingly conscientiously blind approach towards driving revenue.
Let's say a man is at the pool as I was today with one of my daughters, and during his time there, he takes note of a woman who's also swimming with her children. And this woman is sexually attractive to the man due to the fact that she has certain body parts that are very well accentuated via her very wet bathing suit. So, he takes note of her specific beauty, stealing glances her way throughout his time there, and at some point in the future, he jumps online to carry forward his jollies by attempting to fantastically harvest similarly large breasted, very wet swimsuited local women via social media. Think about the rows and rows of all manner of flavored soda pop / fried potato chips to choose from at the Dollar General which are practically free and tastes really good, and you'll understand what I'm describing here.
Social media (also like Dollar General) is also seasonal! Did you know that a sizable percentage of Dollar General's profit margin are from seasonal garbage? In fact, even though it's July, they're beginning to stock their many regional warehouses (one of which is in the Mississippi Delta) with these wares even as I type this! Therefore, it too all syncs up with our desires / expectations in real time.
And speaking of real time, the season of summer brings with it scantily clad, bikini wearing broads who post photos of themselves and their breasts and their friends' breasts all over social media. Literally like clockwork - 24/7. And from there, these men eventually ejaculate in real summertime to their posts. Over and over again.
It's practically free and tastes really good, and it's happening even as you read this!
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Now, let's look to Game of Thrones. And keep in mind that I've never watched an episode of this smut. In fact, I don't watch TV period because it's just a huge waste of time.
Game of Thrones falls on the opposite end of the spectrum as Dollar General does. It's appeal is so brilliantly camouflaged that its creators are essentially modern day snake oil salesmen. There are some smart (and very wealthy) puppeteers behind the scenes here.
Game of Thrones is superbly lit, expertly acted, and thoughtfully written to appeal to the most hard to please, moody, and bored to tears television audience. And it also happens to be practically free and tastes really good just like our favorite local retailer, Dollar General.
But it's the former that gives it its present day street cred, and it's that credibility that's used to disguise it's true appeal.
Remember the film, 300? I believe it was written and directed by a similarly adept snake oil salesman. 300 was a forerunner of Game of Thrones. Beautiful imagery. Incredible visuals. Superbly lit. Practically free and tastes really good.
So, what's the true appeal?
You may not realize this, but there exists in certain cities sex clubs. These aren't strip clubs which allow just about anyone in off of the street who has a pulse combined with a sex drive. They're sex clubs. Essentially, if you're a member, it's an opportunity to have sex with beautiful strangers in front of other beautiful strangers. Of course, to be a member of one of these, the first qualification is physical beauty and the second is money. Pay to lay.
This may seem surreal to imagine, but these do exist in cities all over the world. You might call it controlled hotness at your local, corner orgy quick stop. Perhaps one's Church of Semen?
All of this naughtiness appeals to the opposite consumer from Dollar General, but they're still looking for the same: Practically free (relative to them) and tastes really good.
This is Game of Thrones. More opportunity for men to entertain their sexual fantasy lives as they engage with the culture just as everyone else chooses too. Think of it as contrived and fictitious as social media but ultra pure in opportune lustful pleasure. Garbage in 12x concentrated form. Efficient and effective whilst being intellectually stimulating!
God help us see that practically free and tastes really good are to be avoided due to the fact that they only satisfy us moment by moment, therefore we cannot help but become chained to them as a dog is chained to a stake. And from there, our minds are dulled as our appetites rage. And we continue to dream of fantastical sex outside of God's will, eating our vomit again and again. And this is not at all unlike all those pitiful fools who indulge regularly in so much orange flavored soda, jalapeno flavored potato chips, and heart palpitating energy drinks from their local Dollar General, or the imbecile who embraces award-winning debauchery like Game of Thrones.
Friday, July 5, 2019
Friday, August 2nd - Metro Jackson Samson Society Dinner
What: Metro Jackson Samson Society Dinner
When: Friday, August 2nd, 2019 at 6:30 PM
Where: Grace Crossing Baptist Church - Gluckstadt, MS
Who's catering?: Primos restaurant
Who's invited?: Every Samson man and his spouse / significant other
Why participate?: This is the 3rd such event we've organized. The two dinners we had in 2018 were well attended and fun. The food and fellowship further solidified friendships and promoted new. This dinner is especially significant due to the fact that it's being hosted by Grace Crossing Baptist Church in Gluckstadt.
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Tickets are are $20 per adult and can be purchased from any Samson Society meeting facilitator by Saturday, July 27th, 2019.
When: Friday, August 2nd, 2019 at 6:30 PM
Where: Grace Crossing Baptist Church - Gluckstadt, MS
Who's catering?: Primos restaurant
Who's invited?: Every Samson man and his spouse / significant other
Why participate?: This is the 3rd such event we've organized. The two dinners we had in 2018 were well attended and fun. The food and fellowship further solidified friendships and promoted new. This dinner is especially significant due to the fact that it's being hosted by Grace Crossing Baptist Church in Gluckstadt.
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Tickets are are $20 per adult and can be purchased from any Samson Society meeting facilitator by Saturday, July 27th, 2019.
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