Real Life Rambo: The Story Of Roy Benavidez

December 11, 2018 | No Comments » | Topics: TRUTH |

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Roy Benavidez was born in 1935 near Cuero, Texas, to impoverished sharecroppers of Mexican and Yaqui Indian ancestry. Both parents died of tuberculosis before his eighth birthday. He and his younger brother, Roger, along with eight cousins, were raised by their grandfather, an aunt and uncle, in El Campo.

As a young man growing up in humble surroundings, Benavidez shined shoes at the local bus station, labored on farms in Texas and Colorado, and worked in a tire shop. Regularly insulted as “a dumb Mexican,” he dropped out of school in the seventh grade.

Benavidez enlisted in the Texas Army National Guard in 1952 before entering the regular Army in 1955. Hilaria “Lala” Coy became his wife in 1959, the same year he completed airborne training and joined the 82nd Airborne Division. Benavidez stepped on a land mine while serving his first tour in Vietnam as an advisor in 1965 and was evacuated to the United States. The doctors at Brooke Army Medical Center claimed he would never walk again,so they prepared to discharge him from the military. But how was a crippled minority, who was also a high-school dropout, going to support himself and his wife?

So Benavidez did the only thing he could. At night, when the doctors and nurses left, he tried to wiggle his toes till he felt them again. Then he would use his elbows and chin to crawl toward the wall next to his bed. Then he’d try to get off the bed by himself.

In July 1966, the man whom the medical experts said couldn’t possibly walk again did just that.


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15 People Facing Imminent Death Reveal Their Thoughts And Feelings As They Were About To Die

December 4, 2018 | No Comments » | Topics: TRUTH |

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1. I’m a sex worker. Met the wrong kind of client. He raped me and beat the fuck out of me while telling me about the different places he was considering dumping my body. I was more resigned than I expected. For one I just wanted the pain to stop and I also thought how I’d just be another dead black hooker and no one would notice and it was as good an end to a shitty life as any.

Then he let me go. I’m glad not to have died by someone else’s hand, it is terrifying and lonely and thinking about it makes me want to puke, but it didn’t like, renew my love of life or anything. Sometimes I wish he’d just finished the job and be done with it. I know, I’m very ungrateful.


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Life Isn’t All Sunshine And Rainbows

December 4, 2018 | No Comments » | Topics: TRUTH |

“This is the bullet that ended my fathers battle with depression”


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Are We Ever Really Ready For Death?

December 4, 2018 | No Comments » | Topics: TRUTH |

I’m turning 90 and I’m truly and earnestly terrified to die.

I’m not ready. I don’t want to die. I feel like I’m the only person my age that wants to live. I have my health, my independence and am in great shape. All my elderly friends are all prepared to die. They say once you hit 90 it’s anyday….anyday. I like seeing my great grand-kids, I like drinking, I like being retired and doing whatever I fucking want. I want to spend the next decade living life to the fullest. I’ve only just retired recently after working myself to death for 89 years.

I think about it constant. Every ache, ever pain I feel is this going to kill me? I fear everyday I’ll die in a Hospital in a vegetative state shitting my self or worse live as a senile old man. I want to die as a Man should, free. But, most importantly I want to live long. I want to see my great great grandkids, I want to see the future. I love living in this day and age. I’ve always been tech savvy and theres so much going on it’s truly exciting.

Nobody understands my desire to live. People just assume once you get old you’re ready but, it’s not true. Death is final, death is scary.

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The Unsettling TRUTH About Factory Farming

November 20, 2018 | No Comments » | Topics: TRUTH |

Chickens Used for Eggs

Chickens used for egg production are among the most abused of all farm animals. In order to meet the consumer demand for eggs, 280 million hens laid 77.3 billion eggs in 2007. From hatching to slaughter, egg-laying hens are subjected to mutilation, confinement, and deprivation of the ability to live their lives as the active, social beings they are.

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Confessions Of A Dude Who Is Pursuing The MGTOW Lifestyle

November 20, 2018 | No Comments » | Topics: TRUTH, Life Experiences |

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What is MGTOW?

Men Going Their Own Way are guys who’ve decided to forgo relationships due to a perceived imbalance of power between men and women, and have modified their lifestyle and outlook on life to continue without women.

I’m a red pill man (red pill is the umbrella that MGTOW falls under), but may or not be mgtow. I’ll wait until they define what is or isn’t mgtow before I say, since it fluctuates. Either way, I’ve had some tragic and rather traumatic experiences with women, or have seen it in close friends.

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9 Male Rape Victims Reveal Their Experiences And How It Has Affected Their Lives

November 13, 2018 | No Comments » | Topics: TRUTH |

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1. I was kidnapped by my father, and tortured, molested and sodomized for over a week while it took getting state police across multiple states to get me back. There isn’t a news report of this, I’ve already checked. The worst part, my mother never believed me, and I while I wasn’t ever too afraid to talk to people about it, I never can tell anyone how deep the pain runs.

Even when you think you are a success, no matter how many mountains you climb, or what you accomplish, it is still overshadowed by your past. When you talk to other people they have no idea how deeply the pain runs through you. What it does, the power that it carries. Even as someone who is viewed externally as being successful, I still feel like a failure at anything. I don’t want to give too much away, because i don’t want this traced back to me.

A simple, senseless act from another person, turns you into a zombie. You fake emotion to others, you fake your attitude, but what really rattles around inside of your head is something that can’t be described. Such overwhelming, crushing force that is involved with everything.

Sexuality wise, I’ve still a virgin, and I’m in my late 20s. I don’t even know who to look at, what I’m attracted to, what gender, what sexual roles, etc. I don’t have a mental construct or feeling of what love is, that side of me is very dead. I fake it that I suck at relationships when talking to others, but the truth is, I feel pain for not being a success at them, but I’m largely emotionless at the actual connection of love. I haven’t ever had anyone in my life that really had that bond with me. I’ve had mentors, sure, close friends as well. But a romantic relationship, I have no idea of what that is like.


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The Horrifying Reality Of Contracting Rabies

November 13, 2018 | No Comments » | Topics: TRUTH |

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Let me paint you a picture.

You go camping, and at mid-day you decide to take a nap in a nice little hammock. While sleeping, a tiny brown bat, in the “rage” stages of infection is fidgeting in broad daylight, uncomfortable, and thirsty (due to the hydrophobia) and you snort, startling him. He goes into attack mode.

Except you’re asleep, and he’s a little brown bat, so weighs around 6 grams. You don’t even feel him land on your bare knee, and he starts to bite. His teeth are tiny. Hardly enough to even break the skin, but he does manage to give you the equivalent of a tiny scrape that goes completely unnoticed.

Rabies does not travel in your blood. In fact, a blood test won’t even tell you if you’ve got it. (Antibody tests may be done, but are useless if you’ve ever been vaccinated.)

You wake up, none the wiser. If you notice anything at the bite site at all, you assume you just lightly scraped it on something.

The bomb has been lit, and your nervous system is the fuse. The rabies virus is multiplying along your nervous system, doing virtually no damage, and completely undetectable. You literally have NO symptoms.


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What Was It Like In The Trenches Of World War 1

November 12, 2018 | No Comments » | Topics: TRUTH |

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It’s not nearly as dramatic as you may think. The unfortunate truth for Hollywood is that most of WWI was sitting around improving defenses and doing basically nothing. The conditions were horrific the entire time for most parts but you were not constantly getting out of trenches and charging enemies most of the time. One of the biggest jobs of men on the front is to constantly check, repair and lay down barbed wire outside of their trenches. This was generally done at night for obvious reasons and generally required hundreds of men to cover the workers doing this. At first they had to use mallets and even if they tried to muffle the sound by putting sandbags between the mallet and the stake to hold the barbed wire down, it was still noisy business. This brought the attention of many snipers. Eventually a corkscrew type of device would be universalized which would allow men to ‘screw’ the stake into the ground silently.

However the amount of fighting and what fighting you got depended on your sector. There were generally two types, quiet and loud sectors. Loud sectors were ones where the trenches were extremely close to the Germans — at times less than 25 yards away but usually no further than 100-200 yards away. You are in constant threat of rifle fire but not so much artillery lest each side hits their own men. So your entire existence is painted by avoiding snipers, being under sniper fire, and having bursts of machine gun fired in your general direction in your daily life. The quiet sectors were generally very different. You could easily be 600-800 yards away from the other trench and both sides adopted a ‘live and let live’ philosophy and your greatest threat would be random artillery barrages from miles away. Capt. Dugdale described the experience:


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This Is What Sobriety Is Like

November 7, 2018 | No Comments » | Topics: TRUTH |

I’m 38 now. I started drinking in highschool. It became an every day affair by my early 20’s. I was only able to stop two years ago at 36.

It started out as useful and fun. I have panic attacks which alcohol seemed perfect for. It is indeed hard to have one when you’re 10 beers in. Plus I loved to drink. Drinking, smoking, a little pot, it was all fantastic. With the right combination I felt exactly how I wanted to feel, on top of the world.

Eventually it became my identity. I was to many “my funny drunk friend.” At the start of any night I could be witty, gregarious, a great guy to bring out. I was fairly creative, ambitious in my passions. Girls were attracted, some success was had. Things were going well.

It’s hard to pin down when things changed. Friends were getting married, establishing careers; I was still a free spirit who would best them all. Yet increasingly nights were spent by myself. Sure I still felt good with the right mix, but the feeling was harder to nail down. I knew it wasn’t normal to drink like I did, but who wanted to be normal anyway.

In my late 20’s and early 30’s, I began to notice the diminishing returns. I wasn’t where I thought I should be. I was remiss that I didn’t finish college like everyone else. Where was the wife, house and kids I was promised? Somehow the world was cheating me. When I felt down, I could rely on alcohol to forget for a while; occasionally to produce the now clearly unfounded sense of well being. Since I was drinking everyday, I mostly felt bad. Drinking was a return to normal, not better than.


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