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I never wanted to leave my country- The United States of America- but something came up and I had to go to Argentina. It is scary. I had planned to make my way through life as a Beggar but now I eat gigantic steaks with wine every night. Plus appetizers & desserts. Anything I want.

Here cost is no object. Before it was the only object. I don’t know how to think about this new reality. It will be hard to go back to the world I knew before. If that world still exists.

You don’t know how delicious this food is. So much pleasure squeezed into every meal. I have never been a food person but this is a transcendent experience. A dimension of life I didn’t know existed. Here, you don’t eat to survive. You eat to experience pleasure. And the people you eat with want you to experience pleasure. It makes them happy.

Pleasure is confusing. I always felt my value came from pain. Increasing my pain capacity, my pain appreciation, the value I could extract from pain. Believing I could turn pain into something life sustaining was the source of my confidence.

Now I’m trying to make sense of life through a pleasure lens. I don’t know where this is leading yet. I’m afraid I’ll puff up then dissolve like a cracker left in soup. Doesn’t pleasure make people soft, selfish, inconsequential? It tastes so good tho I can’t say no. Do you have any idea how many flavors are packed into every meal? Little treats they bring you between courses?

What will happen to me if I start to crave pleasure? Will I still be okay with people being assholes? I’m afraid I’ll lose the strengths that helped me survive.

Here I’m supposed to order what I want. Okay then. Appetizer, entree, main course, dessert one. Dessert Two. Wine. More wine. Strange liquors.

No one is critical of me. Before, I worked so hard, but was considered dumb and lazy. Now I’m sprawled in bed like a pig, yet considered smart and kind. The room costs $750 a night. Why? No one knows. Why is the bed the size of a swimming pool? Why are the walls covered in gold? The rules of life have changed. It may be a trick, but it feels so good- bread, wine, cookies, desserts- I can’t pull myself away.

Beds so large. Rooms so gold. The people are educated and polite. Best of all, they are so sympathetic. They never say, “Whose fault is that, bitch?!” when you slip on a marble floor. It’s “My poor baby!” instead. They don’t hoard money but let it go like feathers. Why am I in this world and what am I supposed to learn from it? Am I really here just to pleasure myself? Is there some deeper meaning?

The people are so smart. Their thinking is conventional. They never peer behind curtains to see what is hidden. If a dog is sleeping they let it lie. Why rock the boat when each person is served a giant toasted cheese- the size of a book- to eat before dinner?

Everyone speaks different languages too. If they wanted to say something snarky how could they? It’s buenos and smiles as far as the eye can see.

And if you want to walk home after dinner, you’ll be escorted. If you prefer to drive, you’ll be driven. I don’t know what is happening but I hope it turns out well.

Two weeks later I’m back on American soil. Slippers is so happy.

Tags America, Argentina, bed, food, money, pain, pleasure

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To Love America is to Love Life

Post author By julien
Post date March 22, 2021
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Sometimes there are issues which bang on my head until I feel compelled to say something about them, although I would prefer to be writing about something else. In general, I think of world affairs as being a man topic, so I really hope men can overcome the cultural messaging to “sit down and shut up” and instead find the balls to stand and speak against all the leftist nonsense that is happening. Even if it means taking a beating in the process.

Today I am feeling annoyed by the trendiness of anti-American sentiment. America is constantly characterized in the worst possible terms and disliking America is practically considered a sign of sophistication. Of course, much of this anti-American sentiment comes from mentally challenged Americans who believe it makes them seem cosmopolitan and righteous. But it bothers me it is because- in my opinion- it is yet another tentacle of the leftist brain octopus which is trying to align our thoughts in a way that will make it easy to rob us of our power.

Men are bad, guns are bad, America is bad. Do you see the trend? Anything that has power, anything which can protect life at a root level is being demonized. Red is bad. Pride is bad. Patriotism is bad. Those things which make us strong in the root and give us the ability to survive so we can chart a course of our own choosing are bad.

Criticizing a country as large and diverse as America is obviously an easy task. Whatever bad qualities you go looking for, you are likely to find, just as you can walk into a library and find books on your least favorite subject. But the fact remains that America is currently the largest and most powerful country which has traditionally stood against communism and this is something all freedom lovers should care about. America doesn’t matter just for itself. It is one of the forces standing between all of us and totalitarianism. If America falls to leftism, things do not look good for anyone. But if America pulls through, it helps protect the freedom of the whole world.

And there is no need to put down America. There is no competition between different countries anymore than the dandelion and the oak need to compete. We all have our unique things to offer.

But let’s not be idiots and pretend like America isn’t a critical player on the world stage. For this reason, people who value freedom should find another country to hate. People around the globe- and Americans themselves- should love America and help us to fight off the plague of leftism threatening to overtake us.

To be a friend to America is to be a friend to yourself.