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[Sticky] Hello Gentlemen
I'm very glad to have found this website after being a "lurker", or reader at MGTOW.COM . I noticed (after months of scrolling over threads & comments) that not only wasn't I able to create a login or profile, but lots of what was typed up over there showed a trend of things that didn't seem to adhere to the aim of MGTOW (I'm supposing the site was hijacked by fakes).
I am born, raised, & still live in Chicago (A.K.A. "Shitcago", which is a very suitable reference to the garbage pile this city has been making itself into for the past 55 years, & especially in 2019-2020). I must be the only right-leaning guy in Chicagoland by now.
My way to the gates of MGTOW initiated from a convergence of several factors in the course of my life that can be roughly stated as:
- Already knowing what I want/need out of life almost innately along with the traits I have for deductive reasoning & curiosity, whether issues be simple or complex. These characteristics are diminishing greatly in our society.
- As much as I hate to say it, the affirmation of knowing I'm not the only son-of-a-bitch left in America who not only knows right from wrong, but strives 150% to resolve his own problems and that the hard road is what eventually has to be taken, as everybody wants you to find the answers for them because they've been conditioned to "Band-Aid" their way through life at the mental, emotional, financial, & time expense of critically thinking & hard working men.
- Reading through the TIM posts has thus far proven to be the best method of coping with my irrefutable, life/health damaging, very much built-in alcoholism. AA & outpatient programs have only served to engage/aggravate the disorder which has almost killed me twice (that's only counting the physical & neurological withdrawals).
- Many other reasons I see I have in common with what I see on this website. I like the intelligence, straightforwardness, & poignant posts & responses to them.
I come from a blue collar background, with as small amount of white collar in my lineage. I make my living in the electromechanical line of work & am a musician (although inactive for now. It's been a long time since I've written/recorded/played live. I miss it). I'm in my early 30's, white, single & never got married (it was a close call because I was engaged to a modern "take me everywhere in life so you can get nowhere" sort of she-demon). I also am blessed never to have procreated.
I spent lots of time learning from my father. You could describe me as a half-nerd I guess (am always hands-on and fascinated with aerodynamics. I also used to take apart things like BetaMax/VHS/Cassette players, Laser Disc machines, and build hobby kits as a kid if I wasn't doing work for the neighbors or playing sports).
We all are aware of the detrimental problems with the unfairer sex. No need to elaborate on that here. Lastly I would like to mention I am responsible for the well being & financial stability of myself, my father (now that he had surgery & can't work due to cancer), and my mother (who as for now is in a nursing home. I'm working on getting here out of the gulag & back home).
2020 can suck my dick. What an unnecessarily wild ride, & a year of shit for all, while people at or around my age are hopelessly, in some cases even unknowingly socialist. Meanwhile my tits up life continues to flip itself upright & improve. Why? How? By following my own plan, that's why. That's how. It's the only damn way to maintain problem prevention while improving over time!
Thank you fellas & I hope you welcome me in as I welcome you into my life as well.
You are most welcome. We are open for business and glad meet you.
My friends call me Jan.
Welcome to the site!!
Welcome to the party
I used to be married, but I'm better now
Welcome! I grew up just west of chicago and your description is TOO kind! IT is a festering boil on the ass of the country! Anyway we're all glad you found us--pull up a chair and grab a beer!
Thanks guys. Hey TEG. Cool to hear from someone close to home. Am I mistaken or do you practice law for a living (I think I read that somewhere on here)? If so, WHERE THE HELL WERE YA back in 2009 when I got my DUI? (LOL!!! Just kidding man). That's a different fiasco. I wound up hiring a divorce lawyer who was a customer of my dad's (automotive) because he claimed to be successful on a couple DUI case and I was broke. He was a drunk himself. Did me no good. Would never show up to court & I had to keep asking the judge for continuances (until I ran out of them). I've long since payed my dues for that offense.
Didn't mean to get too personal. Just excited that I can interact with people I can relate to.
Unrelated- Yesterday a Census taker chick showed up at my door to take my interview. She wasn't an All-American harpy, but female in nature nonetheless. I think she was Lithuanian. She spoke English well, but she was glomming onto me. She volunteered her age to me (32) as soon as I told her my birthdate. Women can sense when your doing well with yourself, and are desperate to extract. I diplomatically iterated that, as difficult as I found it (purple pill point), I will not be her provider. Nice try miss Baby Rabies! Not this guy! HAHAHAHA!
She didn't want to leave, and told me how she gets abused by the tenants that she visits in the ghetto I'm working hard to get out of (Cabrini displacement to the NW suburbs/unincorporated Cook County).
Sorry about your living circumstances! There may be better shitholes you could move to, but at least you have family around to visit. I live a bit north of you in vacationland. Any time I want to travel I have to find creative ways around the traffic on 94 south.
I am glad to hear you are taking care of your parents. I had my father in assisted living and it sucked. I couldn't go visit with the Covid crap and he withered away pretty fast. I couldn't believe the price, either. It was over $15,000 a month and Medicare only covered that for a couple months. The assisted living scam is designed to suck a man's wealth dry BEFORE he dies. If you can bring mom home and hire a nurse to come in, you can save quite a bit AND you get to see her again.
Good to hear you have put the bottle down. It never solved any of my problems either. It only hid the pain for a little while but created MUCH more in the end. I will have a beer or two once in a while, but it is in a can!
Do NOT chase tail. Turn yours around and live FREE!
Thanks Old Buck & how do you do!
As far as Mom's situation goes, the Covid-19 issue is very much a barrier. There's a very "N" word stereotypical black lady (bitch) who works in the lobby at the nursing home, & amidst all the bullshit we're enduring, she made it her sworn inner-city duty to call the cops if I persisted in my attempts to get a personal check relayed upstairs (a simple, common sense compromise with the "no visitors" rule right? NOPE! Makes too much decent sense) to Mom's room so she could sign it. I fucking lost it that day! "No visitors unless patient is terminal".
I was talking to my shop lead at work (right now I'm working with a small, and unfortunately woman run (inherited the business from daddy) metal hardware finishing company. Anyhow, he had a recent similar situation with the nursing home corruption that is rampant & gave me some straight forward advice as to getting her out of there. He's a good man. Between myself, Dad, and Mom's old-school determination & capabilities, we shouldn't need a nurse for her. Worse comes to worse my aunt can come over on a regular basis.
Funny you mention the I-94. I live right next to the I-294. My brother crashed 2 cars in 12 months (this was back in 2015). I've been adapted to using my bicycle (and depending on the weather I combine it with bus rides) to get everywhere I need to go, & I'm saving a damn fine amount of dough doing things this way. MUCH less in consistent cost to maintain a bicycle. When it comes to groceries & household supplies, I do it all online (as much as I am accustomed to patronizing stores, I'd be pretty screwed if it weren't for online shopping availability these days). People think I'm batty. The world around me is too complacent & and aren't raised to adapt to life when it falls apart. Sad shit we live in.
I don't know what your musical preferences are, but here's a short list of songs from up north that I grew up listening to and they never get the recognition they deserve. You can find them on you tube now of course, but I listened to these on Dads Vinyls, tapes, and CD's:
- "Fight the Good Fight"-Triumph
- "Gettin' Betta"- Pat Travers
- Let It Ride- BTO
- Temple of Syrinx- Rush
Indeed. I grew up near Lombard, went to Glenbard West HS. Got an AA degree from College of Dupage and it may interest you to know that TIM members May 7 2020 and Oldschool ALSO went to COD. But after that I joined the Army I went south and NEVER looked back. There was a short time I lived in Iowa but I'm not counting that. Nope I've lived in Alabama, North Carolina, West Virginia and of course Virginia and now Florida. And I've traveled all over the south--South Carolina, Georgia Mississippi. I've only been to Louisiana and Texas on stop over flights back in the day. I had the chance to go to Louisiana with a friend of mine who was traveling there to campaign for David Duke when he was running for governor but we were in law school at the time and I couldn't make it.
Since I left Illinois I've only been back twice for a very short visit and couldn't leave fast enough. I may not be southern by birth (in fact I'm German--Swabian to be exact) but I'm a southerner through and through now. If you drink enough Tennessee bourbon and eat enough catfish and pork bar-B-Q your genetic structure will change at the DNA level and the next thing you know you will have a southern accent, fly the stars/bars off your house, hate the government, and want to buy guns and go hunting. IT just happens that way.
Welcome, good to have a new member, hope you enjoy it here.
You are most welcome. We are open for business and glad meet you.
My friends call me Jan.
Is that Jan as in January or Jan as in Yankee doodle dandy. I could think of any other word than Yankee.
Welcome. Very accurately written intro. High 🖐️ !
You guys kick ass, period! Thank you fellas!!!!!!!!
Good question. Could it be Jan pronounced like "John"? Could it be something French sounding like "Yaan"?
For male maintenance purposes I yank and doodle on a regular basis. It results in me being dandy, & I don't need a woman to do it.
...Thanks to being surrounded by their self-objectification everywhere I go, I don't even need to use my imagination.
No, it's pronounced Jan. His mother was French Canadian. Here he is wearing his Canadian tuxedo.
He was a helicopter pilot back in the day. The thing looked like a flying great white shark!
Do NOT chase tail. Turn yours around and live FREE!
Cool info. He actually looks somewhat like I do, only my face has a lot of acne scars.
It's that time of year for me to get another trucker jacket too. I seem to have this curse where I'll have one for a few years & it either gets stolen or (back when I was drinking) I'd leave it at/get kicked out of a bar & couldn't remember what happened to it.
Helicopters are great machines. When I was debating whether to enter the service (USAF, which I decided against and went to tech school locally instead) about a decade ago, I wanted to do something involving aerospace. Ah well.
I feel that the term nerd is often misused, to often express a man who knows how to manage and survive in modern technology, like he would have in the times when we built log cabins and hunted for food as our way of survival. Those that could repair and clean their own firearms and start their own fires would be the nerds of that time. I would refer to you as a self-reliant and technologically savvy man.
Welcome to The Independent Man.
"Remember, you're fighting for this woman's honor, which is probably more than she ever did."
Groucho Marx: Duck Soup (1933)
I remember, specifically, being called a nerd by a fat one that looked as though a b0mb had gone off in her mouth. I now know it as "shaming" but back then I just remember her becoming iritated by me blocking her advances and wondering why she was so angry. Later on in life, it would dawn on me that brow beating to keep, and being tough, to get a man, are quite common tactics for them. It amazes me how many think that being tough and macho is attractive, even into there twilight years. Stories of how this woeman knocked a man out and chased off two bouncers filled my ears just today. Geezer-Bird, we used to call them.
It also never ceases to amaze how they still think that men are interested in them sexually when help or kindness is given. Another story I heard today...An 82 year old with many illnesses thinking that a 47 year old security guard was trying to score with her. Unfuckinbelieveable.
if only I could go back and advise my younger self how to deal with venomous shaming ones.
Needless to say, the fat one with b0mbed teeth and a heart shaped arse (oh yes, heart shaped!) was not on my list of things to do.
What you describe is almost a panoramic rerun of how my interactions went with females at venues back when I played live music (I was in 2 different 5-piece heavy metal bands) and how they'd conclude at the end of a night after talking to people who were in the audience when we played. Its perfect negative harmony between young female "hanger-oner" psychoticism and city style single-mom feminism. This ploppity garbage comes with the territory. These "things" would eyeball me & pick me out at shows (they after all have no respectability, so I can't call them people). The alpha part of me would arise and meet my non-idiot beta part & I would directly, or even with body language, shut down and deny these for-shit creatures, these jokes of an existence (looking back I still chuckle about it even though it's not funny in the bigger picture of our future).
This is something that crosses my mind every so often:
"If only I could go back and advise my younger self how to deal with venomous shaming ones." I'm glad you said this.
I forgot to tell you Buck that my dad's side is originally from Waukesha (my great-grandfather immigrated here from Germany in 1901). They moved down toward Chicago in the 1940's. Dad was born in Waukegan, IL & raised in Evanston, IL. Evanston is where I was born. There are definitely 2 sides of the track in Evanston, we lived on the dark side (it didn't start turning to shit until the early 50's. By the 1980's the damage was done).
-Just a little addition to my intro.