Tinder, Tumblr, EDC, Revenge Porn, Purp, Lean, DTF, “Send Nudes”, Burning Man, Furries, MS13, PUBG, Fortnite, ISIS… TI putting the First Lady as a stripper in the White House for his rap video. America today is just one giant Las Vegas. Parenting in Las Vegas takes on a whole new meaning for parenting. Luckily for me… I am not that old and I know exactly what it is like to grow up today. The point is, your kids are their own sentient beings… and the job of a parent is simply to be the child’s guru into adulthood… that moment when the child is eye to eye in the same world as the parent… as such, it is a simple matter of teaching your kids to navigate the world the same way you did, they will come to the same trials and tribulations that you did… All you can do is guide them through how to navigate those moments the same way you did… or if you feel like you navigated poorly, how to succeed where you failed… Give them something to aim for… The key is to actually have these conversations with your children and just be normal with them… Don’t create a weird wall of separation because you are the parent… NEWS FLASH… your kids are stuck in Las Vegas just like you are… you and they are in the same boat together now, teach them how to handle it the same way you do…
We live in a culture that tells women to be “STRONG”, we “empower” them to be… “strong”. The culture tells them this will lead them to happiness and fulfillment of their personal goals. Has anyone considered that this is flat out wrong? We should be empowering them to be beautiful, not in the most superficial sense… but in totality of the word. A woman’s soul does not crave being complimented for its strength, they want to be noticed for the beauty they bring into the world. A woman can do this in so many ways… The subtle turning of the right word in a sentence, the right gesture of the hands, the right compliment, being helpful at the perfect moment, or even just her wonderful presence in a room. Women will get what they want out of life when they are fully displaying all that they are meant to be… the essence and eminence of beauty. A man does not want to come home to a porcupine. A man does not respond to strength and being challenged. He wants someone full of grace, someone that takes the edge off of him. We don’t need externally beautiful women with the inner soul of an Olympic strength trainer. Men respond to the feminine attributes of women, it draws a positive response from us. A woman’s silence and her kind behavior placed at the right moment can potentially be more powerful than a bullhorn or a pumped fist. The beholding of something beautiful melts the hearts of the world. Women already have what it takes to do this, it is within them… just listen to it.
I will tell you one of the most profound lessons I have ever learned. You can not expect someone to give to you… what they themselves have not been given. I was told this in regard to my relationship with my Father years ago by a friend. Most parents want to do their best for their kids… however, there seems to be a limitation in that perspective… they can’t give you what they don’t have. They can’t give you compliments, affirmation, attention, affection, encouragement… If they were never given that themselves… they can’t say they are proud of you if their own Father has never told them either… They can’t tell you they delight in you, they love watching you grow up, they love watching you do anything at all, that you are their absolute treasure… Daughter or Son, they both crave to hear it… It is hard to verbalize on its own, let alone if no one has ever done that for them all these years… When you come to understand this, it will free you… Although it may still hurt that your needs may not have been met, you will at least understand your parents gave you what they could… They may have an emotional limitation in giving you the desires of your heart… If they never knew that their Dad was proud of them, they will have a hard task giving that affirmation to you since they don’t have that first hand experience to repeat for you… They can’t pass on a blessing that they were never blessed with… My Father told me years ago he was proud of me, I had to sit down and ask him for it though… I got my needs met in that regard… Our relationship got better after that… Coming to this realization will free you… You can now have lower expectations for your parents, they did their best with the limitations they were handed… They made the best lemonade they could… You are free now to have higher expectations for yourself, you can now aspire to new heights they weren’t able to reach… You can be the Father that they weren’t able to be, while at the same time respecting them as your own Father… They did their best, even if it doesn’t seem like much or maybe they gave you a whole lot… but, it wasn’t what you actually needed… that is OK… You can respect the office and title of Father… No matter who your Dad was… Good, Bad, or Ugly… You can aspire to fill those shoes just fine… It is a high calling, your parents did their best… You can aspire to build on the backs of giants that went before you… They can be your foundation… you can aspire to give your kids more… You can change generational patterns… You can be a change agent for the better… You want to fix America, this is the cure… ❤️, Jamry
It is the job of a husband to present his wife unto himself perfected, not to expect her to fix herself up on her own. It is his job, not her all alone, to present her to himself the way he wants, he is to help her daily be everything she is meant to be, she is not to draw it up from within herself and her own strength. He is to expend time, energy, and effort into his wife… He is to pour his life into hers… She is not to just wake up looking and acting perfect, it is his job to help her be that… She is to become more physically and emotionally attractive day in and day out, never ending… This is his job, not just her task… His love and care should make her more attractive… His love should make her a flourishing and glowing person… His job… His reward for all of his hard work, is her… When he is disappointed in her, it may not be his fault… but, it is his responsibility… If it is his fault, he should definitely work on it… he needs to know what to do, not her… he is to know how to help her, she is not to know how to fix herself on her own… he should know her better than she knows herself… he is to know everything about her down to the tiniest detail and nuance… Every reaction, every movement, every code language being used to dance around an issue… He is to get a Master’s degree in her… He should study her harder than any textbook… She is the only test he needs to stay up all night studying… His focus is on her… All of his soul, all of his strength, all of his thoughts… Pointed at her… Laser focused on her, never letting go, never glancing away, full frontal attention… It feels good just talking about it… ❤️, Jamry
The Perfect Wife is…
- Down to earth.
- Down for me.
- On my side.
- By my side.
- My Best Friend.
- The Perfect Wife.
I found her right here next to me…
Rene Descartes discussed thoroughly the “Pineal Gland”, which he regarded as “the principal seat of the soul and the place in which all our thoughts are formed.” His last book was The Passions of the Soul (1649). The Pineal Gland is described by him as “a certain very small gland situated in the middle of the brain’s substance and suspended above the passage through which the spirits in the brain’s anterior cavities communicate with those in its posterior cavities”. Descartes attached significance to the gland because he believed it to be the only section of the brain to exist as a single part rather than one-half of a pair. Your Pineal Gland is real, it is in the center of your brain, and it is shaped like a tiny pine cone. This gland is considered the spiritual center of the body. It has been referred to as the literal “Third Eye” because it actually has light receptors and is principally responsible for your ability to pull up images in the mind. It regulates sleep cycles, is sensitive to light and dark, and produces melatonin. Fluoride and Calcium deposits found in most adults have been shown to actually inhibit and dull the Pineal Gland’s optimal function. People are literally walking around… Third Eye Blind. ❤️, Jamry
Shall we make America great again… or are we done here? ❤️, Jamry
Faith. Family. Flag. Freedom. Firearms. In that order… Americans are deeply loyal people, deeply passionate, deeply industrious, deeply sacrificial, deeply compassionate… For the Five F’s and for complete strangers all the same… Without Faith, none of the rest even matter… and when I say Faith, I am not being vague… I mean Christianity, there is no other Faith… What do you think built America? Money? It was the people who built America. What makes America so great? As Alexis de Tocqueville discovered… it was, We The People. What makes American people so special you might say? Sacrificial behavior. Where on earth did we learn to act like that? Christianity. Behold, the man upon the cross. ❤️, Jamry
I grew up in rural Pennsylvania, it was a magical place. Dillsburg to be precise. A lot of historic romantic charm. Farm fresh food. Small town feel. I grew up on a farm with a pond, very idyllic. We could catch bass and catfish whenever we felt like it. Locust Hill Farm was my home. Small local amusement parks like Williams Grove provided old wooden coasters, swan boats, and fun houses. Its closed down now. Bumble Bee Hollow had a fun mini-golf course. It isn’t there either. We used to go on picnics outside for fun. Ashcombe’s was a local nursery where we could get gifts, flowers, or a slice of pumpkin pie. About 20 miles from the battle of Gettysburg. In the shadow of the sweetest place on earth, Hershey. In the shadow of the state capital, Harrisburg. It was an old log cabin style farm house. It was decorated with George Washington statues, old German mugs, Oriental Rugs, portraits of James K. Polk and Napoleon Bonaparte. Animals everywhere. We would get some great Amish food and desserts from the farmer’s market. The farm was across the street from some of James Logan’s family property. James Logan mentored Ben Franklin. Four seasons. Yellow, Red, Orange autumn leaves. Perfect white powdery Christmas every year. Cicadas in the springtime. Soccer practice. We could pick wild raspberries in my backyard, a vineyard of grapes like you have never tasted, and honeysuckle we could pluck ourselves. My Father was a dentist as his father before him. My Dad’s cousin Pete was also a Doctor who invented one the first franchise EMS systems in the United States. First generation worked in the coal mines, every generation after advanced as far as they could. We would spend every summer in Delaware at our condo at the beach. They had classic funnel cakes, sno-cones, New York style Pizza, Maryland style Crab Shacks… toy shops, book shops. We would ride our bikes into town, perfectly safe. However, not all was well. I grew up in a very sad home. Relational strife abounding. We had plenty of money, but we were low on love. Mom against Dad. Dad against Mom. Fighting. Siblings not knowing what to do. I grew up in a haunted house in many ways. We had money, but it was still hell on earth. I know in life there always seems to be a dichotomy between having money and being happy. Like they are mutually exclusive. Which to some extent is true. More Money, More Problems. A simple life is much less stress. However, I have never been persuaded that you cannot have your cake and eat it too. I don’t buy the lie that money is inherently a curse. The love of money is the curse, not the money itself. Just look at William Penn. Study the Quakers. They had their cake and ate it too. They founded companies left and right, they were humble even at the highest levels of society. They married and had kids. They dressed well but plain, not bourgeoisie. We should all do the same, this is the real origin of American Culture. It has been a battle to get to the place I am in today, but it has been well worth it. I climbed out of the pit of hell. It took me 30 years, I am still standing. ❤️, Jamry