The Beauty Of Pissing On Society

by Jan 6, 2021

Beauty In Nature

There is a beauty that exists in nature that cannot be found anywhere else. In nature exists a part of our souls that is unclaimable in the modern world. A short walk on a well-worn trail through the forest heightens your senses and brings your soul alive. I have written articles before on the majesty of nature and the glory of God’s creation in the wilderness.

Something happens to a man when he is out in the Woods. Not just to his soul, but to every fiber of his being. Every molecule and every atom that makes up what we are suddenly becoming in tune and intertwined in the universe around us.

There is a moment in every man’s life that he experiences a freedom that feels so natural and so implausible that no other experience on earth can match it. This moment in time when his ancestors and his descendants all line up on the cosmic timeline and go into retrograde with one’s own being.

This moment of absolute truce with the gods of this world subject themselves to God, the creator. A moment when a man is unable to distinguish himself from the wild animal that resides deep within him.

Deep Within

This wildness that society has attempted to tame still exist within each man. This wildness at the core of our existence that subconsciously defines who we are as men. A wildness that no man and no society can genuinely bring under control.

This barbarism that knows no bounds, the savagery that slays all modern conceptions of truth and right, can only be found in the beauty of a rural lifestyle and in the mind of the explorer of the wilds. No man can rightly go through life or enter the grave without embracing the inner Savage that is who he truly wants to be.

This man resides within all of us. He is primal, he is untrainable, and he is ripping at all that we have been trained to be. Moral and righteous, in an attempt to free himself from this cage of good behavior that we civilized men have attempted to capture and conceal him with.

As young boys, we were much more in tune with this primal self. We could call upon him and embrace him. We were aware back then of what our true inner selves absolutely desired. As young boys, we comprehend our deeply ingrained ancestry. We could feel the energy of the spirits of those who came before us, flowing within us and around us.

Gilded Cage

As adults, we have been tamed, and we have been trained. We have been sat in our box and told to go play with our toys. Life has become one giant toddlers’ playpen. A reference I hear often and associated with our creator’s view of the world. That God just threw us down here to see what we would do and walk away.

The truth and reality are that we have built our own prisons. We have contained ourselves to some societal expectations of how we should play and what toys we should play with. We have lost touch with anything that involves instinctual behavior.

We are naturally prone to violence. We desire sex and procreation. We need to run naked through the forest, screaming not from our minds but from our souls. We need to grasp a tool and build. We have a hunger within us to not control our destiny but to ride the waves of fate.

There is this fascination among men with our ancestry. There is an eagerness among men for the assurance of our bloodlines. There is an aspiration among men to find what once was and bring it dragging and screaming back into our lives.

Genetic

This lust, eagerness, thirst for what once came naturally in the lives of those who came before us. Our ancestors’ spirits, the souls of our forefathers, the approval of the ancient founder of the blood that runs through our veins.

The darkness then envelops our lives today comes from the society around this. We are not meant to live comfortable, cushion lives. Getting fat and lethargic on our own gluttony and slothfulness. Bombarding our brain with pornography because of the lust that fills our hearts. And subjecting those around us to violence because of the anger that blackens our souls.

Our solution is found in the wasteland of the world. The backcountry, and in the forests, and in the deserts, the outback, the bush. Places that the modern world only goes to spend the weekend. Before rushing back to its concrete jungles, its supply chains, its overcrowdedness, its crime, its drugs, its entire unholy existence.

Pee On A Tree

How many of you have ever had to find your food? How many of you have ever been unsure of what roof would be over your head that night? How many of you can walk through the forests and find your own feast?

I dare say not many. Because you have lost your ability to embrace your true natural freedom. If there is one thing that many people know about me, it’s is that I refuse to live in certain areas. I refuse to live urban, and I refuse to live inside of society.

I choose to live where I can pee outside. Anywhere I want. Facing any direction that I desire. At any time of day. On any day of the week. But apparently, this is no longer allowed by our modern world. Not only is this not allowed, but now society says you cannot stand and pee at all, either on a tree or in a urinal.

I have seen women’s marches where they walk around downtown topless for feminism. It is not as great of a site as you would think it should be. I think it is time for men nationwide to go to their local centers of societal failure, whip out their shlong, and take a pee.

(Editors note: Disclaimer: Do not take exposing yourself in the literal sense. This is against the law and at this time you will face the ramifications if caught. It is sad that this needs mentioned, they are the times we live in, take this concept in the figurative frame.)

I think it is time to embrace this God-given natural ability to urinate wherever we damn well please from a standing position. I think it is time for men everywhere to wrap one hand around their junk, turn their backs to the wind, and one finger salute society while pissing all over it.

Padre

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