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The desire to compete, dominante and win vs self pity with a side Jack Daniel’s.

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It comes down to these two versus match up. A lot of people like to point toward the phantom Mr. R. The racist. It’s all cap though.

What spot are you tired of sitting in? How much are you willing to compete to get to a better spot?

Some dudes try to cheat by robbing and stealing resources or lives all to what end? To live in the same spot either in your mind or physical realm.

Some dudes make excuses for why they don’t want to compete. To be the best. Well it’s just to hard. It’s to much work to put in.

Yeah. It is hard. Yeah. It takes more work and effort to compete at the top level and maintain your stride. The best don’t go crusie mode. They keep their foot steady on the gas because they haven’t got time for self pity. They push it consently toward excellence.

No gamer wants to be stuck on level one for 50 years. No avid chess player doesn’t dream of advancing in rank in skill and knowledge in the game.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

Doc Savage said it first….The mindset of a man matters

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What is the goal?

What is the aim we should strive for as men?

Is it not to be people who overcome. Is it not to be at the top of our game. Is it not to be tested and refined in the troubling waters of life.

To dominant. To push ourselves to be better versions of ourselves. To reach the highest peek of who we can be. To not sit in mediocrity. To improve this world. To further ourselves along. To do honor to our ancesters and strive for self mastery.

To be courageous is the aim. To fight and beat back against fear is the goal of men.

Hmm. Don’t be a beta bitch be a dominant bad ass mother fucker-ah. For sure. Ya heard me.

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Guardiandogg

Competition. Dominace games. The need to assert yourself and be a dominant bad ass…

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It’s the thing that separates the beta bitch from the dominant bad ass. The need to assert yourself as a man and dominant the game your engaged in by skill, work effort and force of will.

Why do men lose sleep from working and striving to be the best at their chosen vocation? Why do they put in 60 plus hours at something just to make a dollar more or a hundred dollars more.

Greed?

Envy?

Fear?

There might some truth to it. But, I don’t think so anymore. Why?

Floyd Mayweather Jr. still want to fight?

Having done all he wanted and achieved the đź’°, fame and respect it still isn’t enough. The need to compete, to dominate is still there.

It can’t be just greed alone. The will to win, to be respected to be at the top forms the way a man lives his life and shows in his attitude whether his head is in the game or the game is being played on him.

A man must be, he has to be a dominant bad ass for sure.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

How to be comfortable looking like a dumbass when your learning something new.

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I’m learning a new skill at my day job. There are certain risks in it and current moments I just feel like a dumbass for moments doing something wrong and then I shake it off.

Why?

I’ve spent two to three years learning new skills and feeling like a dumbass half of the time. I’m an old fuck but still I have the same uncomfortable moments when I’m learning something new.

Before, it was a headache and I got the shits half the time from self-esteem bullshit and fear. Now. I don’t give a fuck.

I learned that it’s okay to look like a dumbass learning and making mistakes in the beginning. It’s okay to be a little careful and to ease your way into getting into the groove of a skill.

My groove sets in when I’ve had a couple of months in the shit. I am a slow learner. But, generally when I learn something I take it to heart and I make it my own as natural to me as walking.

Humility goes a long way for other people being understanding toward you in the beginning. It also helps to give yourself a break and time to understand and master the elements of how a skill works in the sum of it’s parts to get the best results from it.

I give 110 percent commitment and honest effort in work and learning a skill. I don’t want to stay the same because everything I have ever started I was interested in I was shit at it from the jump. But, I never stayed being shit. I kept at it and I get better or I move on to something else.

Generally speaking in learning a particular skill set. Perfect practice is a rule I learned in college. There is practice doing things the wrong way and mastering the wrong way and there is perfect practice doing a skill set the right way and mastering doing things the right way.

I’m willing to look foolish, and make basic mistakes and be corrected and helped into doing things the right way. I’m unwilling not to put my best effort into becoming better or more skilled at what I do.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

Advice and wisdom to think on about work or a profession in general…

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I come at my own profession with the mindset that I’m going đź’Ż and ten percent into it. You won’t find me talking overally much or lazying around ever. I’m there to work.

I give it everything I’ve got. I’m a slow learner in some regards but I stick to it because I’m of the mindset. Everyday is a chance for me to improve. It’s a chance for me to gain more respect. It’s a chance to challenge myself. It’s chance to advance myself. It’s a chance to be the best me I can be and earn value and appreciation for what I do.

Listen nobody has ever given me a check. I earn my resources every work day on the grind. I don’t take vacations. I take breaks to get other shit done.

I take pride and some days complete joy in the work and profession I’m in. I wouldn’t want it any other way. But, the respect I’ve earned I don’t let any man step on it. The best impression I want to leave people is I don’t give anybody any shit. I show up early. I dress for work. I respect everybody and smile everyday and I work my ass off because one day I’ll be dead and gone.

Today is the only day I have. Tomorrow is not promised to me.

“Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with your might; for there is no work or device or knowledge or wisdom in the grave where you are going.” Ecclesiastes 9:10 (NKJV)

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

When you get down to it life is about not being a bitch.

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Real talk. I believe in the social sexual Hierarchy and all that shit but it really comes down to not being a bitch or stop being a beta bitch simp.

I have a lot movies I just rock with and I call my favorite but no movie has ever made me want to be a man or been more honored to be a man like “The Edge” 1990s movie.

Holy shit. I saw that shit in threaters with my mother to right my brother Red to my left.

My mother kept saying to me remember this. Hot damn! Did you hear that. That’s a damn man. Listen to him son. That’s a man talking.

I was seeing a man embrace conflict. Embracing the reality that a fucking bear was out to kill him and running isn’t going to work. You got to kill that bitch. You got take that shit on because that’s what being a man is about.

What one man can do another man can do.

You take your square and fight it out.

You can’t be a bitch in life. As a man you have to be dominant. You have to be a bad ass mother fucker. Because you got one shot. Pussying out ain’t going to give you shit but female laughter and shame.

If life hits you hard you got to hit back twice as hard.

I forgot that for part of life and lived like a bitch until I realized all it takes is a step. An action. An attitude. I ain’t giving up. I ain’t backing down. I ain’t ready to stop fighting. I didn’t hear no fucking bell. The round ain’t over until I’m dead.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

Financial steps…

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My chosen profession is set before me. My course of action is to raise up the ladder of the hierarchy.

I’m hesitant to take a step. Why? Well there are two why’s in counting.

Point 1. A step in any direction is a loss of something. The ground will fall away behind me once a step is committed too.

Point 2. Failure and annoyance. There is always a possibility of failure. There is a definitive yes annoyances are real living breathing assholes.

What to do?

A financial step must be undertaken. I need a reason. I need a purpose to justify the next level bullshit.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

An Ode to my Daddy….

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The Michael is a legend to me. He exist in my memories, in Red’s smile and in the halls of glory of the enternal.

The Michael as I think of him was a simple man. An honest man. A Christian man. A real man. Like the men of Tango & Cash. Like the archetypes of old in western stories. He was a man always in my memory.

Real talk. I saw Cancer destory my ancester’s body and the scent of it on him lingers in my mind but….

I never saw him bend to it. I never saw him brake to it. Though it killed his body I never saw it kill his spirit.

You see. There’s nothing I’ve been through as of yet that can compare to the struggle, to the battle he raged against Cancer. So you can understand my less then a give a damn about Covid 19 or any struggle that will come my way.

I am a son of Michael. I don’t bow out to no battle. I am a son of Michael. I can’t give up. I am a son of Michael. I fight on. I am a son of Michael. If and when the United States government finally goes to complete shit you won’t find me in the grave with a doctor saying I died because of fear. You’ll find me on a horse with a rifle hunting for deer to feed my people. I am a son of Michael. I’m my Daddy’s boy. Even if I bend to life’s battle to kill me I will bounce back like rubber and hit twice as hard.

I am a son of Michael.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

P.S. I encourage you to have the same gusto my dude as my ancester The Michael.

Never give up the fight…

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I feel inspired by a post from VD on the subject hope or the ability to always keep on playing for a possibilities to happen.

Two and half years of dealing with death, loss, depression and Covid 19 making people insane has taught me some things.

Hope. I lived every single day in 2020 with a series of regrets and daymares as I worked my job and tried to not cry and lose my mind to despair.

I had learned in my childhood that pain wouldn’t go away from the loss of my Dad but if I added on time the pain got lighter and I could carry it better.

I lived 2020 with that mindset. I treatee months like days. My consent mindset was I just got add on more days. I’ll get through this shit. I just got to push through.

I lived for the hope that the nightmares and daymares would ease with time. I just had to hope for a day…a day like today even when I think about the shit and not feel the bitch depression trying to fuck with mind and drive me mad.

The day came and went. I still have days when the bitch whispers to me but again, I put some time in and the sting of her attacks just to leave breathless any longer.

Hope. The ability to keep playing when it seems like a losing game. The ability to keep on fighting when it seems like your one missed step from being knocked out. The ability to keep on moving for a possibility that your opponent will make a mistake. The ability to not give up until it really is over. Hope. It’s not foolish to hope because to be hopeless is to be a victim for somebody handle like a toliet or a conversative back bottom hoe.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

Let’s take Tango & Cash, Legend of Zelda and cyberpunk brainstorming…part 3

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Ready mix!

Chapter 2

Tango

It was pitch black and I couldn’t see a damn thing as I stepped into the basement of the castle back entrance.

I got out my lamp lighter and held it beside my gloak. Cash was close beside me to my left. Wait a minute. He had a assault rifle.

“Turn your light on.” I told him.

Cash quickly did so without comment. “What’s the plan, Tango?”

I could hear it in his muffled voice under his ninja mask. Cash was all business.

“They’ll be keeping King Leo in the west side dungeon to integrate him on the location of the ExForce.”

“If you get captured. He’ll use you against him.” Cash said but try to stop me.

I smiled. “I’ve prepared for that. Just keep alart for the ninja assholes.”

Ahhhh! Graaaa. Ahhhh.

“What the fuck?” Cash said.

I nodded as we came up to the main stairway leading upstairs. I put my lighter away as I got my hand free to put my light shield.

Cash took point slightly ahead of me to my left as we slowly climbed the stairs. I sent out a low energy light in front of me.

The door flew open and 6’2 guard in white robes stood with glowing eyes groaning in a strange sound.

“Shot him.” I said.

Cash stood frozen in place as the guard approuched him. I looked at him to see him frozen in stark fear. No. It was the sound no a song of death and passing. I could feel it now working on as my light shield was fading.

I reached for my Ocarina under my shirt and put it to my lips. I started to play the song of the sun’s rising.

The high notes touched me as my magic back alive and Cash came awake. He fired on the guard but he didn’t go down.

Cash quickly dodged out dead guard’s reach. Cash took the sword in hand cut him down. The cropse went up in flames because of the righteous glow of the swords mystic blade.

“What the fuck is going on?” He asked.

“Death magic. Keep your sword out and ready.” I said and then I took the rifle from Cash as we came to the ground floor level of the castle. We were in the kitchen. Cash was beside but looked tense and a bit spooked.

I looked at his tight outfit and noticed other things. I shook off those thoughtd for later. “Where the fuck did you get that outfit from? A sex shop?”

Cash smiled losing some of his spooked fear. “I got it from your old Nanny and her people’s stealth armor technology. It works good for a night run. Your impressed I know. The suit is impressive as well. Lead the way Princess and get your mind off my package.”

I couldn’t help grinning as I led the way. “Smart ass.” I whispered.

Groaaa. Groaaa.

“Shit. It’s going to be a long night.” Cash said mirroring my thoughts as a herd of the undead approached us.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

What does it in mean to be a free thinker? Who? Why? What? When? Where?

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There is nothing that unnerves a enslaved minded person then for you to question why they think you should automatically agree with their hypothesis. Because they have glasses on and degrees on their wall.

Look. I’m not saying I’m a smart boy. I’m your average dumbass walking. I just like to question somethings or I’m generally interested in why I’m being told something with the assumption it is fact before I’ve been provided a reason to assume the assumption.

Example. I know addiction and multiplication work effectively in real life because I’ve had to use both in real world settings to figure out solutions in managing resources.

If a person tells you they’re a liar by saying they are or by telling you they agreed to lie publicly to something that cost the lives of millions of people. Should you trust that person when they tell you NOW they’re telling you the truth about Covid 19 and the effects of wearing masks?

I start out with the assumption all mankind are liars. Until, a person proves himself to be a truth teller or a fearless person not afraid to tell the truth. I can’t simple believe a person at face value because even in history books people bullshit about what happened in their perception of the events.

Why should I believe you?

What are you assuming about me?

When did you discover this knowledge?

Where is the proof behind what your saying?

Who the fuck are you to tell me what to believe and what is the truth?

Oh you don’t need to explain anything to me? You’re saying I don’t need to think about what your saying? Your saying I should trust you as the superior high Lord and King in this matter?

Go fuck yourself. I don’t believe what somebody tells me simple because they say it.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg