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I failed to mentioned the other week when I donated blood that my blood pressure measured 110/59, which is on the very low side of “average” for my age (23).  While I could not care less what is considered “average”, “low”, and “high”, because of my dietary, exercise, and health choices, I find this measurement interesting because my the food I eat is laced with salt.

• Freshly iodized sea salt.
• Himalayan salt.
• Hawaiian salt.
• Australian salt.

You name it, I’m throwing it on my food, in my coffee, even in my fat/protein shakes. So much so that I frequently get the concerned “that’s not healthy” look, and occasionally get a “wtf is wrong with this guy” look (the same goes for pepper).

Yet, the numbers speak for themselves.

Meanwhile, on the standard american diet back in high school, I vividly remember my blood pressure being 166/9x. So high that I was not allowed to participate in football until it went down (and was verified so by a medical doctor).

Ironically, as much salt as I…

‎”Man is an individual, and absent the chains of men, man is free. To chain man — in say, the chains of government — is then not only anti-liberty, anti-life, anti-man, and anti-reason … but anti-reality.”

I went to the beach with my girlfriend the other day. The beach is pretty secluded, not to mention gorgeous. In addition to being a less popular beach (distance, tolls, etc), we went late in the day, so while it wasn’t completely empty, it was pretty quiet to say the least.

And not only was it quiet/sparsely populated, but it the weather was ideal. The water was warm, super calm, no wind, warm air, but not super hot or humid. Just right.

I think in large part that because of these factors happening in tandem, I was able to think deeply about a number of things. Namely, my former best friend, and the greatest hero I’ve ever known on this earth, Curtis Noll.

I was…

21 Convention speaker Bravo posted a link yesterday to the following article.

House Weighs Bill to Make Gun Permits Valid Across State Lines

In short, it’s a federal power grab masked as a do-good for “gun rights”. Of course, guns don’t have rights, only individuals do. Gun ownership and usage are just one expression of your absolute right to life and liberty — including the subsequent and self-evident right to defend such life and liberty, as well as the necessary right to own and dispose of your own property.

As the article states

Supporters say the measure would not create a federal licensing system, but would require that all states recognize lawfully issued permits — regardless of where they were issued. Gun rights advocacy groups say it’s the only way to make sure that lawful gun owners’ Second Amendment rights are guaranteed when they travel away from their home states.

Bolding done by me, and, of course supporters are going to say that. In fact they were probably…

Everyone, big announcement, we have a NEW resident troll at The Dream Lounge HQ. This troll, who goes by Situate, so far, is hitting a home run, putting all former trolls to shame.

In fact, I think he scared his fellow, inferior trolls away.

Now, as such, we must fear this uber/L33T/super/mega/ultra/SSJ5 troll, for his wrath knows no bounds. As spotted in the above picture, his fervor for contradicting himself is, like much else going on in his head, limitless.

Since anything can mean everything, nothing, something, and kinda sorta maybe anything all at the same time, there is no defeating this beast. We must give in. We must compromise. We must sacrifice. We must be selfless. We must eat only plants. Especially those tasty grains and legumes — but only when dripping in RAPESEED oil.

And above all, we must be half pregnant.

There is no defeating a troll of this magnitude. It’s over guys. I am sorry. Happiness, success, and your ideals are not possible.

All hail king troll…

I’ve gotten comments both online and in person about the fact that I am, and increasingly so, often times a total dick to commenters on this blog that I disagree with (especially if there is a lack of history and mutual respect between I and subject commenter).

But why is this?

Am I dick?

I don’t know. I don’t care. I never think in such terms. From what I understand however, most people that meet me are very surprised, in that I am not very loud, and not very mean. I’ve gotten a number of comments throughout my life actually, that (in various terms) I carry a gentle, and nice, general temperament.

Yet, online,  I often come across as a raging asshole when arguing with people. So what’s the deal?

The deal, in large part, is this: I understand the nature of the enemy I am dealing with, and the more I understand it, the more power I pack in my punches.

The more I understand the irrationality of the men around me, the…

I met a lot of new people this summer. I was impressed above all with two individuals — and not just in the context of this past summer, but the entirety of my life.

James Steele II was one of those individuals, and today is his birthday.

Who is James Steele II?

He is Britain’s best hope for a future worth looking forward to.

He is the embodiment of individualism, in mind and spirit, in his country — a country clouded infinitely more than even my own in collectivism, altruism, and the irrational; a country which unfortunately does not rest on the granite bedrock of individualism, making his struggle more difficult in the years to come (barring a spectacular success in my own country with future President of the United States, Ron Paul).

More than that though, James is on a path, to a degree that I have seen few men on my entire life, of becoming his best and highest self — of becoming the ideal man,…