Milo Leaves Breitbart

It is absolutely absurd to see how the left targets any conservative who happens to have a loyal following. However, it does certainly serve to flaunt the undeniable power they have, by-way of the liberal media, to crush and destroy those who oppose them. I'm disappointed to see Milo Yiannopoulos leave Breitbart, but pleased to hear he will continue his speaking engagements and also still intends to have his book published.

I hate seeing celebrities, politicians and other public figures cave to pressure to resign when they are attacked by the left. I hate it almost as much as I detest hearing that companies have fired or disciplined an employee after being made out as an example by the media for saying or doing the wrong thing. In the eyes of those on the left, this means they won and only gives them more power when they are intent upon ruining the next person with whom they disagree. It only serves to throw fuel on the flames of their hatred; further-amplifying the overwhelming fear people have of opposing them. Unfortunately, it also serves to feed their unquenchable egos and ravenous thirst for conservative blood.

Valentine's Day Grievances

Every year as Valentine's Day looms closer and closer, you begin seeing the posts on social media. People who finally determined it was unlikely enough for them to have a Valentine's Day date, that they become brave enough to let the world know how much they loathe the day.

It’s hilarious to me how much it bothers some people when I say that I hate Valentine’s Day. Almost without fail, if I make a comment about hating it, I begin receiving two types of messages. The first type, are the angry and hateful messages, calling me an “arrogant asshole” because I won’t let them enjoy their “special day” with their special someone.

The second type are the women who feel the need to send me messages, just letting me know that they aren't like all the other women out there who are obsessed with the day (yes, you are). And they don't expect their man to spend anything on them (yes, you do). In fact, all they care about is spending time with the love of their life (you lying bitches!).

Hey Women; You Are Not Oppressed!

Yes, I know all the standard rhetoric spewed by feminists and liberal politicians.

“it's a fact, there are more sexual assaults now than ever before!”
“it's been proven that women are paid less than men!”
“women have a right to affordable healthcare and abortions!”

Well ladies (and gentlemen who have put your testicles away for safe keeping), at the risk of surely being labeled a sexist and misogynist, I'm just going to say what everyone else is afraid to say to you; you are not being oppressed. In fact, you live in a country that caters to you, purely because there was a time that you actually were oppressed.

Reflecting On 2016 And Looking Toward The New Year

As I sit at home this new years eve, I find myself reflecting on the last 12 months of my life. First and foremost, I woke up on the preferable side of the ground this morning, so I suppose I have that to be thankful for. But considering this article would not be possible without these fairly obvious circumstances, you are probably more interested in the other things I have to say.

Last December, I accepted a job with a new company. While I believe that any career change comes with the inevitable doubt of whether you made the right decision to take a new path, the last 12 months has proven to me that it was indeed a great decision for me. I have a great boss, they have great benefits, I truly believe in the product that I am selling, and most importantly, I'm happy.

Maybe This Year Will Be Different; Christmas For An Alienated Dad

As you sit at home with your family on Christmas Eve, watching Miracle on 34^th Street or wrapping your last few presents, there's a father out there who won't get to see his kid tomorrow. Sure, he put up the old Christmas tree given to him by a friend when they no longer needed it; he even put on the lights and ornaments purchased from a neighbor's garage sale. He scraped together what little money he had left after child support and other bills were paid, then skipped enough meals so that he could afford to buy a few small toys for that little boy or girl; just in case their mother had a sudden change in heart and let them come over.

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He begrudgingly picks up the court papers, hastily signed by some judge who never even met him. These papers supposedly granting him the “right” to be a father to his own kid for a few hours every other weekend and on some holidays; essentially robbing him of the right to be a full-time parent. All of this just because his ex decided to leave him for someone else with more earning potential. Re-reading the rambling legal terminology, copied and pasted from some other poor soul's orders, he searches for the heading of the section pertaining to Christmas visitation. Even though he has read it hundreds of times and could probably recite it word for word in his sleep, he reads it one more time to make sure of the time he's supposed to meet his ex tomorrow to get his child.

Coming Together To Heal After An Emotional Election

Here we are, election day; only hours away from the climactic conclusion of what I would consider to be the most emotionally-charged presidential election in history (or at least in my lifetime). When this whole thing kicked off roughly 18 months ago, I think we all knew this election was going to be like nothing we had ever seen before. Thanks to social media, WikiLeaks, Project Veritas, and the overwhelmingly-biased news outlets, we were proven to be correct.

On one side, we had a Clinton, a socialist and a random smattering of a few other candidates who were mostly no-names. On the other side, we had a Bush, a neurosurgeon, a reality TV star/billionaire real estate tycoon, and enough random other slightly-above mediocre candidates to fill not one, but two debate stages. It was almost as if the Republicans decided to throw everything they had at the wall just to see what stuck.

The Assholes Of Halloween

Having grown up in a fairly conservative, religious home, Halloween was a little different for me than it might have been for most. When you were young, you probably saw Halloween as a night to dress up and go door to door with your friends, hoping to haul home a few pounds of cheap, skull-rotting candy. But for us, it was a family night. It was the night we went out for ice cream, or went to the movie theater, or sometimes just turned the front porch light off and played games or watched a movie at home.

My siblings and I never really understood what we were missing out on. We knew what our friends were doing on that night, but even though we weren't out ringing doorbells and begging for candy, we still looked forward to Halloween. To us, Halloween was always guaranteed to be a fun night to go out and do something special, in an attempt to avoid the trick-or-treaters who were patrolling our neighborhood.