Most people still believe "peer-reviewed" means “proven.”They say it with conviction, like it’s a divine seal of truth.Like the phrase itself is an ironclad defense against doubt. But what they don’t realize is this:“Peer review” isn’t a scientific safeguard. It’s a political filter.And worse yet, it was built not by scientists, but by propagandists. Let’s... Continue Reading →
I heard this idea the other day, Tim Allen was talking about knives. I have always enoyed listening to Tim speak about life, cars, machines, etc. He has a very unique (in this day in age especially) view on the world. Speaking of knives, he said something that really stuck out to me:"In order to... Continue Reading →
If you were thrown 200 years into the past, you'd be dead weight.No skills. No toughness. No value.And deep down, you know it. Modern men are soft because we're no longer required to know how to build, fix, protect, and create.We know how to consume.We know how to scroll.We know how to complain.But build something... Continue Reading →
Yeah, I’m talking to you.You’re a poser.So am I. We all are. That polished version of yourself you bring to work…That mask you wear in your marriage…That highlight reel you post while your soul’s rotting... It’s fake. But it’s not entirely your fault.You were born into a broken system. You see, every man is infected... Continue Reading →
Last night, I saw a little boy walking down the street with his mom. He was four, maybe five years old, right in that age where kids are usually full of curiosity, wonder, and endless questions. But this boy wasn’t pointing at trees or asking about the moon. He wasn’t skipping or looking up at... Continue Reading →
When I cracked open Iron John by Robert Bly, I had no idea what those pages were about to unleash inside me. I didn’t know I was reaching for something so primal, something I could feel in my bones but couldn’t name. It was the story I never knew I needed. A story that slapped... Continue Reading →
I often return to this coffee shop. At first glance, it might seem like nostalgia or routine, but the truth runs deeper. The first time I sat here, I bought my coffee with one of my last few dollars. I wasn’t just broke financially... I was broken mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. This place wasn’t just... Continue Reading →
Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World paints a picture of a world where everything is controlled, people are happy all the time, and life seems perfect—at least on the surface. But beneath that perfection is a world without individuality, deep emotions, or real freedom. Written in 1932, this story feels surprisingly similar to the world we live in... Continue Reading →
When I think about the 90s, I can’t help but feel like it was one of the best times to grow up. There was a simplicity to life that’s hard to find today. The internet was just beginning to take shape—no endless social media feeds, no constant notifications. Logging onto the internet back then felt... Continue Reading →
Right now, I’m feeling stagnant. My life feels like it’s in neutral—I’m just surviving, going through the motions. But lately, there’s been something stirring deep inside, a “call” that’s growing impossible to ignore. It's not just any call, but the call of adventure—the yearning to explore, experience, discover, and even get lost. This is a... Continue Reading →
