I Must Be Desperate for Clicks

“You must be desperate for page clicks. There’s been a serious influx of click bait nonsense articles.” — FB commenter

I started this website in December 2013.  I’ve written a few hundred articles, published a few hundred podcasts & have published a few hundred other articles and/or podcasts from various contributors over the last 3.5 years.  If I was honestly desperate for page clicks, I’d probably have damn near nothing but material that caters to the popular thought of people on social media, particularly articles that espouse the same talking points as most social justice warriors or super pro-black knee grows, and I’d probably have over 100k followers by now.  But I don’t.  You know why I don’t?  Because I’m not writing to please you.  I never have and I never will.  I write to simply let the thoughts out of my head, that’s it.  For years I was always told to stop bottling stuff up inside of me and that I need to find a way to let the shit out of my head before I winded up exploding on people.  Well, I can’t sing, I can’t rap, I’m not a poet, I’m not an artist who can paint or draw all that well…but I am a rather opinionated dude who can somewhat write.  I take that back, due to the countless research papers I’ve written over the years towards the completion of my undergrad and graduate’s degrees, I tend to think I’m fairly good at writing, but when it comes to writing on this blog, I purposely write similar to how I would speak to people face to face.  Anyways, my point in saying this is…I don’t write on this blog to please you.  I don’t write on this blog to become famous.  I don’t write on this blog to echo the sentiments of everybody on social media (unless I actually agree with what is being echoed).  I write for me.  That’s it.  If you don’t like it, that’s not my problem.  I’m not paying you to be here and you are not paying me to be here.  So I’m not beholden to creating content that strictly caters to your perspectives.

As far as people who voluntarily contribute to my site, I don’t pay these people either and they aren’t paying me.  Those who do contribute to this site do so of their own free will and accord.  The reason they probably do it is because they understand that I allow people to express themselves unapologetically on here regardless of if I agree with their positions or they agree with mines.  It’s really that simple.

If you’re looking for a blog site that caters to your feels, then this probably isn’t the place for you.  I’m not that dude and I’m not about to become that dude.  I’m going to remain the dude who writes to cater to ME.  Granted, some of the stuff I have written about or may write about, in the future I may not even agree with my own position…but at the time I wrote, that’s how I felt.  I’ll give you an example.  I used to say shit like I don’t believe it’s necessary to educate boys on NOT raping women simply because I never received any “don’t rape women” talk from my parents and I have never raped a woman in my life.  I honestly felt like these talks were creating a stigma of some sort that boys were just natural born rapists who had to be deprogrammed before they ventured out into the world to discover their sexuality.  Well, for those of you who don’t know, I used to be in the military and an incident happened to where a young female soldier was sexually assaulted.  At the time I was a military instructor where my main job was teach new military troops how to do the job they signed up for.  After this sexual assault incident I decided to have a talk with my class to see what all they knew about sexual assault and to my shock, I had a classroom full of students (males & females) doing nothing but victim blaming and saying shit along the lines of, “Well, if you’re already doing it…there’s no need to stop.”  So here I am, in my mid 30s wondering how in the hell do a bunch of young people think it’s the victim’s fault for being sexually assaulted and how in the hell do a bunch of people think it’s justified to continue with the act of sex after the victim decides to change their mind simply because the act has already commenced?  At their age, I couldn’t even fathom thinking along those lines.  So, guess what I did?  I changed my position to firmly believing that young people (particularly males) need to be thoroughly educated on what sexual assault and rape is not only for a potential victim’s protection, but for their protection as well.  So I’m human, I’m allowed to be fluid with thought processes.

But at the same, I’m also allowed to remain stagnate.  Take for instance, I will never change my stance in believing that raising a child in any environment other than a two parent home consisting of a father and mother is the best environment for a child.  Why?  Because I am the product of a two parent home which consisted of a father & a mother.  Currently, my wife & I are raising our boys in a 2 parent home.  I’ve seen countless examples of how children from a 2 parent home turn out compared to that of those raised in a single parent home.  Sure you can point out anomalies here and there to justify a child growing up healthy in a single parent home as you can point out anomalies showing how some kids turn out to be complete fuck ups even while growing up in a 2 parent home….but they are not the standard.  Now am I assuming all children raised in a single parent home will turn out to be fuck ups?  No.  But I am saying, their chances for stability to ensure they are raised in an environment that is capable of providing them all of the necessary tools to avoid becoming a potential fuck up drastically improves compared to that of a single parent home.  But if I didn’t firmly believe in this, then I would spend time writing a bunch of shit to cater to the feels of the countless people who honestly pretend like a single parent home is just as effective as a 2 parent home when it comes to raising children.  THEN I would writing purely for likes and clicks.  But I don’t.  I say my piece whether you agree with my shit or not.  But if you don’t like the shit I say, nobody is holding you hostage here.  I’m not writing for you.

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