The Death of Manliness: “Survival Expert” Almost Dies in Reality Show Fiasco

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Got to love those armchair survivalists, you know the ones who wax philosophical on the Internet about how they would basically rule the world post TEOTWAWKI with their Ruger Mini-14, and AK clone and some handgun they can’t fire without getting hairline fractures in their wrists. For the last couple of years my precious survivalist websites have been filling up with these walking corpses who do nothing but wildly speculate on the lethality of various calibers and form “survival strategies” that sound suspiciously similar to the plot from Dawn of the Dead.

I blame the influx of two groups into survivalism for this sort of caviler belief that survival is simply a matter of buying a gun and a camp purifier and using Dies the Fire as a study guide. The first are the Alex Jones set, who are convinced that in the future they and their homegrown militia be fighting off the armies of the anti-Christ which will consist largely of hordes of people zombified by the evil vaccine lobby and their super-science. The second group are lefties who think that they are smarter than the average survivalist and thus better equipped (intellectually) to survive. This second group consists mainly of urban dwellers who have little experience with either outdoor living or “roughing it” in general but think that a few Google searches and a trip to Eddie Bauer will prepare them for anything.

Which brings me to the story of “adventurer” Ed Wardle. Channel 4 in England contracted this scion of manhood to basically go camping for three months in the admittedly inhospitable Canadian Yukon. Hilarity then ensued:

Seven weeks after striding out into the rugged forests of western Canada armed with a rifle and a fishing rod, Mr Wardle had to be airlifted back to civilisation suffering from starvation.

He sent out a distress call five weeks before he was due to finish filming his one-man survival programme Alone In The Wild for Channel 4.

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Mr Wardle lived off berries and any animals he could catch while trekking between hand-built shelters made out of fallen trees.

At first he appeared to be weathering the challenge, despite his lack of survival training.

He had been confident of finding regular food, telling the Daily Mail prior to setting off: ‘I imagine I have a long future of fish-eating in front of me. It’s going to be trout and grayling for 12 weeks.

‘But meat’s a relatively easy thing to get your hands on too. There are hares, squirrels and gophers. They’re good to eat because they’re fatty.

‘The porcupines are easy to catch because they don’t move very fast. As long as you’re careful with the spines, they’re a good source of food. You hit it with a big stick, roll it over, slice it open and peel the skin back, the same as you would any mammal.’

However, friends following his progress on Twitter – including long-term girlfriend Amanda Murray who lives with him in Islington, North London – became increasingly concerned when he appeared to start losing his grip on reality, hallucinating and talking to insects as starvation set in.

Two weeks ago he tweeted about losing weight rapidly, saying his muscles were ‘disappearing’. Most alarming of all, he counted his heartbeat at just 32 beats-per-minute. A healthy range is between 60 and 100 beats per minute.

Meat is actually not easy to come by at all, which is something anyone who has ever been hunting or fishing would have told Wardle if he asked. Any outdoors, woodsloafer or even the blogger with the world’s most neglected survival blog could tell you that even in pristine wilderness you will not be successful hunting or fishing everyday. Hunting is, in fact, the very worst survival strategy since it is a time consuming, calorie burning endeavor that is not guaranteed to pay off in the long run.

For gathering meat, by far your best course of action is to run a trapline (using snares and dead-falls that require minimum equipment, as found in books like The Trapper’s Bible) that you can check after foraging for other food stuffs, and hopefully you’ll come across animal trails you can follow occasionally. You should therefore probably carry a few pounds of some sort of food stuffs to keep you going.

These are things an “intrepid adventurer” should know. You cannot simply be dropped off into a forest and suddenly become Grizzly Adams. Even the Mountain Men who opened the west made occasional contact with civilization to purchase staples like flour, coffee and whatever useful items they could afford. A real survivalist is a person who maximizes their chances at living through a situation, which takes practice, planning and common sense. Weekends camping in England won’t prepare a person for weeks of surviving in the Yukon. Relying on the hunting ability of a an urban dweller from a country where most people don’t even have any shooting experience is a recipe for disaster.

The planning for this trip was asinine. Wandering from point to point burns precious calories when setting up a semi-permanent camp and staying put would have given them all the footage they needed. Why they didn’t set him up a short distance to a water source (where animals will be likely to visit) with a tent (which even historical trekkers, those hardy souls who camp and wander using only 18th and 19th century era equipment, consider a near necessity of long stays in the wild) is beyond me unless this was some convoluted scheme to try to collect his life insurance. This trip was clearly planned by people who had no idea just how hard on man nature is. The “expert” in fact had no experience in woodcraft at all:

 Mr Wardle was chosen for the project because of his ability as a cameraman and producer, and his experience of filming in the North Pole and on the summit of Everest.

He has worked on shows for Channel 4, ITV, BBC and Discovery.

But he had no specific training for living alone in the remote territory, 80 per cent of which is pristene wilderness.

A man should be able to survive a few months in the woods, but to do so requires planning out your stay and dropping the childish fantasy you’ve developed from watching movies. Take the time to learn how to live in the wild, not by taking a few classes offered by the same experts that helped Channel 4  put this fiasco together, but by studying and practicing the skills you would need to do so. A man knows that he is not the great hunter for whom animals will willingly give up the ghost so that he can eat, and that in places like the Yukon a pound of Bisquick is worth its weight in gold. At the very least he should know that fishing with rod and reel is a hobby, not a survival strategy. Unfortunately, we have progressed to a point where most men not only don’t know that, but have no way of knowing that.

Tragedy is too often the result of that ignorance, and our separation from nature.

h/t The Firearm Blog

The New Misogyny: The Unhinged Misogyny of Pandagon’s Jesse Taylor

An avid reader of Pandagon alerted me to Jesse Taylor’s most recent intellectually dishonest attack on everyone who triggers his unresolved father issues (Conservatives and anyone else who he thinks represents an authority figure) with the note that this one borders on misogynist. Here’s little Jesse’s post in toto:

A word of advice.  Well, a few words, actually.

If you are a conservative black person trying to convince the overwhelming majority of black people to stop voting for Democrats, do not call us ”original recipe dark pieces of chicken”.  Similarly, if I want you to vote for Democrats, I will not call you a retrograde shitstain on Michael Steele’s Lando Calrissian Underoos.

Deal?

Ouch. And it’s not shocking at all that in a fit of pique Jesse Taylor would use a child-like vulgarity (shitstain? Really?) linked to an immature pastime (Star Wars fandom) with a hipster douchebag reference (Underoos, sooooo ironic) tying the package so neatly even an armchair psychiatrist like me could figure him out. But why’s little Jesse so angry at Afrocity anyway? In the piece he links to, Afrocity doesn’t mention Jesse Taylor or Pandagon, and I am told neither are really on her radar. And vice versa.

Jesse Taylor never mentioned Afrocity’s awesome blog (which I urge all my readers to visit) before, and he likely wasn’t aware of it until today.

That’s when he came to a post I wrote called Jesse Taylor of Pandagon Still Tap Dancing for his White Masters on JournoList where I pointed out that Jesse Taylor is little more than a token for known racists like Amanda Marcotte to hide behind.There Jesse left this comment at around 5:30pm:

Jesse Taylor said,

on August 13th, 2009 at 5:23 pm

What I want you to do next time is count how many times you use the phrase “house Negro” in the post, and then try to surpass it. It’ll be fun!

As an aside, the answer is once. So it’ll be easy to surpass at some point. But it’s interesting that his comment exposes him as being a little too sensitive to that charge. I’ve had people (like Jesse Taylor of Pandagon for instance) call me some variation of Uncle Tom dozens of times. I’ve never felt like they said it more often than they did. It’s almost like he didn’t read it at all…

Coincidentally I’m sure I ended that post with a link to Afrocity who was blogging about a similar subject but not about any particular person.

Again coincidentally Jesse Taylor posted his short and snarky post at around 7:00 pm using the same post I linked to in my piece which upset him so much. As my tipster has pointed out, he sure seemed angry at Afrocity after reading my post.

I just wrote a piece about an adult film actress named Bree Olson who was attacked by hundreds of her “fans” after mentioning on Twitter that she was essentially a fiscal con libertarian. Before that I blogged about another adult film actress named “Gauge” who was supporting McCain for President. She too was savaged by liberal fans who had no problem with her sex work until she dared step out of line politically with them. Tila Tequila was another Republican woman I’ve blogged about who was attacked with misogyny by the supposed liberals who created the demand for Internet models.

In all these cases, liberal men took out their frustrations on women who they disagreed with in lieu of dealing with the real causes of their anger.

Jesse Taylor’s new post is part of that same tradition of misogyny. He was most angered by the admittedly hurtful, though completely true, things I wrote about him. Because like many other unstable and feckless bloggers, Taylor won’t allow me to register for comments there (though I will ALWAYS allow him to comment here) and will not link to my site so his readers could get context for his anger, a la Charles Johnson of LGF. Jesse has limited options when it comes to dealing with attacks on him. In this case, he found a woman whose writing I admire and attacked her. I’ll leave it to readers to draw their own conclusions.

Pandagon is considered a “feminist” blog but its creator didn’t want to bother to answer the post that upset him so he went to the blog of a woman I linked to and attacked her. She took the hit that was really meant for me, the way Jesse Taylor’s wife will take a punch whenever he feels emasculated. This is the impotent and feminized face of “liberal” misogyny and the behavior I frankly was not surprised to see from a sheltered man-child like Jesse Taylor.

Afrocity didn’t deserve derision and venom from Jesse Taylor, but the feminized self-esteem lacking Taylor needed to lash out at someone. Because of my prior history with their racism and homophobia the gals of Pandagon and their “Black friend” usually avoid interacting with me because I remind them of exactly how hypocritical they are. Racists, liars and men who attack random women when they are upset, everything they pretend the right is in what is part cynical role playing, part projection and mostly sublimation of their own immature impulses into a sub-culture based entirely around lowering the bar for what it means to be a decent person.

So I apologize to Afrocity if she was confounded by venom from someone she was probably unaware of. I am the “shitstain” in Jesse’s mind to be sure, but unsurprisingly he found it easier to say that to you than me. I wonder why that is?

The Death of Manliness: Pennsylvania Mass Murderer Was a Whiney Effeminate Liberal who Voted for Obama

When I heard that Hells-bound degenerate George Sodini was angry with women for not dating him I originally assumed he was one of those Men’s Movement sissies who sit around crying because they aren’t treated “fairly” by women, which in most cases means they want to be treated exactly like women by both women and other men. After all, there’s only so many drum circles a “man” can participate in before he’s completely neutered, and since Sodini hadn’t had sexual relations in in 19 years I simply envisioned him sitting around thumbing through his copy of Iron John while some fat, hairy hippies dance around him chanting “embrace the power of your inner man!” while badly hiding their lisps.

But Sodini was worse. Sodini was typical of the modern “liberal” in his belief that he deserved happiness he couldn’t create for himself. He wrote weblogs and made videos that claimed it was “unfair” for him to not have a woman in his life.The 48-year-old read books on how to date young women, rather than meet women his own age. He joined gyms to meet women who weren’t interested in him, rather than trying to find women with common interests and pursue friendships first with potential mates. In other words he sat back and hoped some fantasy he had of sweeping a 20-year-old off her feet would come true. This is childish, unrealistic and completely typical of the modern progressive mindset. Sodini thought the minor efforts he put into to finding a woman (working out, getting a tan) should have been rewarded with women falling into his bed. He didn’t take personal responsibility for his happiness, but decided his happiness was reliant on something which wasn’t possible.

Is it a surprise that he was ecstatic over Obama’s victory even though he was still planning a murder/suicide? Is he so different from people who claim they “deserve” health care or that it’s “unfair” that they aren’t as rich as someone who works harder? Was George Sodini different from the ACORN protesters who thought people who were unable to pay the mortgages they couldn’t afford should stay in their houses? Is he different from the leftists who howl in outrage whenever someone disagrees with them?

Not at all. George Sodini could have just as easily been a coordinator for MoveOn, or worked for Media Matters. He’s no different than Ezra Klein or Amanda Marcotte who has her own take on the mass murder that would do Sodini proud. When people believe their personal happiness comes from external sources, whether it be a woman, a political movement or anything else that is not designed specifically to satisfy your inner spiritual or emotional needs, the end result is unhappiness, disillusionment and madness.

Thanks for Making Us Look Good Henry Louis Gates: Black Harvard Professor Gets Ghetto with Police with Predictable Results

Those results being the “preeminent” African-American scholar getting arrested, then running to his White friends to cry racism, thus both making Black people look A) foolish and B) absolutely dependent on Whites. Of course White “progressives” tend to encourage this sort of Uncle Tom-foolery because they all aspire to have a pet Black man to take to wine tastings, but it does a disservice to Black Americans by both infantilizing us while at the same time dehumanizing us by making it look as if we cannot be expected to live up to the same standards of behavior of White folk.

But first let’s set the scene. Henry Louis Gates, Jr was having trouble getting into to his swanky home paid for by his life long tap dancing to his progressive master’s tune. One of his enlightened east coast neighbors called a cop on him, at which point the detectives arrived to question him. That’s where the fun begins, because rather than thanking the officers for doing their job (protecting his stuff) and explaining the situation, he berated them repeatedly, calling them racists.

They then left, with the situation resolved, at which point Gates followed them out of his house to continue berating them. I would think you don’t need a PhD to know what Disorderly Conduct is, and how fast the cops in “blue states” are to slap that charge on you given the other blue staters’ delicate flower-like sensibilities. I didn’t think, before reading this, that a PhD robbed you of common sense. But apparently it does:

Harvard professor Henry Louis Gates Jr., one of the nation’s pre-eminent African-American scholars, was arrested Thursday afternoon at his home by Cambridge police investigating a possible break-in. The incident raised concerns among some Harvard faculty that Gates was a victim of racial profiling.

Police arrived at Gates’s Ware Street home near Harvard Square at 12:44 p.m. to question him. Gates, director of the W.E.B. Du Bois Institute for African and African American Research at Harvard, had trouble unlocking his door after it became jammed.

He was booked for disorderly conduct after “exhibiting loud and tumultuous behavior,” according to a police report. Gates accused the investigating officer of being a racist and told him he had “no idea who he was messing with,” the report said.

Gates told the officer that he was being targeted because “I’m a black man in America.”

Friends of Gates said he was already in his home when police arrived. He showed his driver’s license and Harvard identification card, but was handcuffed and taken into police custody for several hours last Thursday, they said.

The police report said Gates was arrested after he yelled at the investigating officer repeatedly inside the residence then followed the officer outside, where Gates continued to upbraid him. “It was at that time that I informed Professor Gates that he was under arrest,” the officer wrote in the report.

Gates, 58, declined to comment today when reached by phone.

I bet. The worst part is all the (predominantly White) supporters of Gates claiming it was a travesty of justice for cops to take a 58-year-old man who followed them outside his house to scream at them into custody.  Let’s get real here. Gates couldn’t get into his own home so someone he knows called the cops on him. He then, if I may use an outdated term that Gates will be familiar with, “showed his ass” to them and they let it go until he followed them outside. They kept him for a few hours then let him go. What’s that sound like to you?

Sounds like some drunk guy showed up at his house and looked like he was going to hurt himself so someone called 911. Like all drunks, he got belligerent and got thrown in the drunk tank until he sobered up. Racism? No brother, you’re just stupid.

And now he’s got all these White people claiming it’s racist for belligerent douchebags to get arrested for screaming and yelling at some cop who got called on him. No mention of his White neighbor who called the cops on him you’ll find. You know, the people who like to live next door to him because he adds “color” to the area? No, just a lot of nonsense from White folks and their house Negroes like Jesse Taylor of Pandagon, who followed up his piece about Gates with a misogynist hit piece on Star Parker at the behest of his White masters on JournoList.

But no one is willing to point out that Gates, the pinnacle of African-American academia, has run to his White Progressive friends just like a child would run to his parents to get them to protect him from his own behavior. If Gates were White and got locked up after screaming and yelling at cops no one would care. But because White Progressives are so enthralled by any Black person who can write a book (but only if that book tells them what they want to hear, right Henry?) they’ll coming running to his defense and excuse his outrageous and unseemly behavior.

After all, being Black they simply can’t expect more from him.

It reminds me of what Shelby Steele said about peope like Gates:

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Neil Strauss: Unstable Man-Child or Lying Douchebag?

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After some Internet research I’m calling this a 50/50 split. I never heard of Neil Strauss until I came across this piece about his douchebaggery on The Firearm Blog in which Strauss claims to have developed a vampiric bloodlust after supposedly receiving “survival training” that sounds more like a Palo Mayombe ceremony than instruction on how to survive hardship.

From the far too credulous pages of The Boston Globe:

Next he takes a course in killing with a knife, during which an instructor named Mad Dog demands that he slaughter a live goat. Strauss also studies wilderness survival, learning to build a shelter from leaves, find water, and live off the land. After getting instruction in shooting, he finds himself changing from wimpy writer to would-be killer: “Something strange had occurred. I developed a bloodlust I’d never felt before. I actually wanted an excuse to shoot a bad guy.”

Riiiight. It should surprise no one that the man who wrote a book on “the secret society of pick up artists” is given to, shall we say, embellishments.

I applaud anyone who can make a living convincing people there is some sort of sexual Illuminati whose secrets can change the lives of all the awkward and shy beta males out there when in fact the only secret to getting laid is going to bar and hitting on someone. But in his new book about survivalism, called Emergency, which he’s pimping in this article, his overactive fantasy life is not just borderline slander on the survivalist community, but guaranteed to get you killed if you take his “lessons” to heart.

But this isn’t a review of his book, it’s an analysis of his character, or lack thereof. Reading through the Globe piece it is painfully obvious to anyone who has ever left the confines of Manhattan that Strauss is lying his hipster ass off. There is no reputable knife fighting program that demands you slaughter goats and outside of the imaginations of of “writers” who have had their creativity sucked out and spit into the gutter by University writing programs there are no goat hating knife fighting gurus named “Mad Dog.” Strauss can’t even be said to have invented these sad fabrications because they are basically cliched images of survivalists that urban liberals have passed around for years.

What’s more incredulous is the idea that after picking up a gun and receiving what I guess is some hunting instruction so he can “live off the land” he immediately wants to kill people. This is probably a nice pick-up line at a PETA convention, but the reality is that it simply doesn’t happen to hunters. While many people enjoy hunting (or fishing), all will tell you that they DON’T enjoy the actual killing of an animal. As a child I fished with my grandparents and we ate almost every fish we caught, and we enjoyed the process of fishing, but the killing and cleaning of fish is not particularly enjoyable. Hunting is the same.

Hunting and fishing, from my perspective, re-immerses Man into nature, which modern urban society separates us from. It reinvests us in the natural world, and helps us remember the primal reality of life on Earth. Most hunters brag of how cleanly and humanely they take game, few brag of the death itself. They revel in the skill that allowed them to kill the animal, not the killing itself. Strauss’ reaction to learning to hunt, to just holding a gun, is not normal and not indicative of the experience mature adults have when they are learning to shoot. It is the reaction of the unstable man-child, the 40-year-old adolescent who seeks to take revenge on the world for slights from his childhood. Strauss describes his experience with learning to handle firearms and “live off the land” like it’s a review of a new first person shooter, which if we were to believe the veracity of his story at all (which I don’t) would say more about him than survival.

Read the whole thing and there will be no way to avoid questioning his credibility as the anecdotes get progressively more ham fisted. Like this gem in which he was told a good urban survival strategy would be dressing like a woman. You know, because women have it so easy in urban environments:

In perhaps the clearest moment of transformation in “Emergency,” Strauss dresses as a woman during an exercise in urban survival. As he’s putting on his disguise in a men’s bathroom, two aggressive civilians show up. Fearing they’re about to attack him, Strauss angrily rips off his hat and wig, informs the men he’s a Marine taking part in a drill, and warns them to back off. They do. “I’d learned my lesson,” Strauss writes: “cross-dressing is not an urban survival tactic. It’s an urban suicide tactic.”

It’s like a Friends episode written by a man who was overcompensating. Neil Strauss is the last person who should be taken seriously as an authority on the survival subculture, unless you need to sell books to urban liberals who are too naive to see through his newest pick up line. Skip the book and buy Patriots by Jim Rawles who runs the must read Survival Blog if you’re looking for survival related reading. Books on foraging and trapping (both much more efficient than hunting) are also good, but the best way to learn how to survive is practice surviving not reading books.

Or apparently writing them.