Everybody has a prejudice. For some, it might relate to a group of people: blacks, whites, Jews, Muslims, etc. For others, it might relate to a topic: abortion, adoption, patriotism, etc. The prejudice comes from years of personal experience. And by the time that person becomes an adult, the prejudice becomes ingrained in their personality. If you remove the prejudice of the individual, you remove an important aspect of their personality.
Again, everybody has at least ONE prejudice.
If you want to stay happily married, you have to support the main prejudice of your partner. You can’t play the contrarian: “Yes honey, but…” Or, “I don’t think you’re considering the following…” Only a fool would contradict their spouse in this regard.
My wife has a prejudice against a certain group of people. But she is not alone…every woman that I’ve dated has had a prejudice of some sort! So I never contradict her. I either agree with her or remain silent. And she does the same for me; she understands the bias I have on certain topics and she never contradicts me in this regard.
The secret to marriage is being able to respect the discrimination and bigotry that lies in your partner.
Relationship experts will tell you the opposite. They’ll tell you to overcome your bias, to live in a cotton-candy universe. They’ll repeat the globalist agenda of the day…all the while ignoring the realities of marriage. In short, they reserve the right to be secretly prejudiced, yet they want you to remove yours.
Remember: If you want to stay happily married, you have to support the prejudice of your partner.
“The true artist finds delight not only in the aim of his creation, but also in the very process of creation, in the handling and moulding of his material. The very act of production is to him a gladsome, satisfying activity…”
So what is the artist…very simple! Like Wagner said, the “true artist” is a man that delights in the process of creation. His poetry is the reflection of a lofty soul; his opera is the heroism of an UberMan. His canvas is the infinite imagination.
The great artist is a GREAT MAN. He is Bach, Beethoven and Shakespeare. By his work, he affirms the summit of human potential. Generations pay tribute to his art: they visit the house that he was born, the bed in which he slept, etc. His life history will become a source of inspiration.
And what of the journeyman? The degenerate postmodern. The huckster of socialism, communism and feminism. The money-grubbing hack!
Wagner spells that out for us:
“The journeyman reckons only the goal of his labour, the profit which his toil shall bring him; the energy which he expends, gives him no pleasure…he is never present with his work in spirit, but always looking beyond it to its goal…”
The journeyman is a prostitute. He does the art for money – not for love. Don’t be confused by the momentary success…by the applause that he gains from a corrupted press. He’ll be forgotten soon enough! When his job is done, he’ll be cast in the fires of anonymity.
The other day I was listening to a crazy woman. She was ranting about some bullshit, really. Her mouth was moving and the bile was flying out. During her tirade, I was completely apathetic (Zero Fucks Given as they say); moreover, my sentiment was shared by the people that surrounded her – nobody else gave a shit either.
I was happy. Thank God her words were being ignored! She was talking to the sky, basically…and her complaints were falling into an Ocean of Apathy. But then I realized a horrible thing: the same could be said about me.
That when all is said and done, nobody cares about my passion or my life’s work.
Perhaps the Major is more eloquent, more poetic, etc. But at the end of the day…it might be the same result. Nobody cares. The only people that care about me are my family and a few close friends.
The ax swings both ways….for better and for worse.
Most certainly all men are not equal, and any democratic conception which strives to make men equal is only an effort to block progress. Men cannot be of equal service.
Equalism is a lie…a feel-good philosophy for the weak. It’s a method of undercutting the strong, taking their knees out from under them. The bullets of the weak are laced in guilt trips and the perverse application of “democracy.”
The men of larger ability are less numerous than the men of smaller ability; it is possible for a mass of the smaller men to pull the larger ones down—but in so doing they pull themselves down.
The GREAT MAN is not a common man. You won’t find him swilling beer at Larry’s Liquor Lounge, bragging about his NCAA bracket picks. You won’t find him wearing a pussy hat in the Women’s March. He’s been ridiculed by the “men of smaller ability”…smeared by the poison of calumny.
It is the larger men who give the leadership to the community and enable the smaller men to live with less effort.
So true. The men of larger ability are doers…they’re builders. They are John Galt. Marty Cooper. Henry Ford. They create the foundations of mankind. They give structure to the ambiguous. They enable the smaller man to brag about his material objects.
This advice was given to me years ago and I find it to be useful. All the years…and I’ve seen a million faces. So many different jobs and locations. I have to choose my battles. I cannot move a mountain and I cannot change the mind of another man. I have to look within. To focus on myself.
To pick my battles. To know which conversation to have with people…to know when to leave the room.
Knowing when to speak your mind is silver….knowing when to be silent is gold.
The reward for this knowledge is enormous – it’s about my well-being and my sanity. It’s about my peace of mind.
Note to self: Keep your business dealings frequent, brief, and positive.
But happiness is not a right; it’s an opportunity.
Think of yourself as an animal on the Serengeti. You’re hungry and you have to eat. But the plains are filled with danger, with animals that want to kill you! And somewhere in the dark is your food, waiting to be pounced on. Do you have the courage to fight? Can you overcome your fear? Can you rise above the challenge?
Happiness is an opportunity: and it’s something that you win via courage and strength.