did Grunt shit before it was cool. former NEC:8215/8216. retired from municipal policing, cause I actually did have something better to do. Husqvarna enthusiast
@DonaldW60852684 Dude, thanks for sharing this. I wouldn’t have known where to look this up, or to even have bothered looking, just suspected this was the case all along. Thank you
Storms destroy weak men.
They cannot handle the raging winds and frigid rain.
To charge into a storm would mean their certain destruction.
Only strong men have afforded themselves the luxury to charge into storms.
When the weak man's own mother is caught in a storm.
He is presented with two equally devastating options.
1) To live the rest of his life with an irremovable stain of guilt, sorrow and regret on his soul
2) To evaporate and disintegrate in the storm
The weak man's fantasy is that strength will find him in these moments.
He is only able to accept his frailty under the delusion that should a storm come he will find the strength to survive it.
The weak man copes through life.
Every truly capable man you have ever seen has one thing in common.
Love.
The amount of pain, struggle and anguish required to become a man of true strength is unbearable without a motive.
Selfish motives are not enough to endure the hellfire of soul forging.
Selfish motives can never motivate an act as selfless as becoming a superhero.
You cannot die and be reborn stronger when your motive is to live.
I am Emory Andrew Tate III as a duty to my ancestors.
I am Emory Andrew Tate III as a duty to my loved ones.
I am Emory Andrew Tate III as a duty to God and the universe he has created.
I go through the hellfire and forge my iron mind to prepare for the battle against Shaitan.
I train to afford the luxury of strength.
When the storm comes, I will be prepared to charge in.
I will not be given only two options, I will be given three.
And I will choose the 3rd option every time.
WIN.
What I am about to tell you may be hard to hear.
The people who told you to “be a man” were not wrong, stupid, or engaging in “toxic masculinity.”
They were right and they loved you.
It is an uncomfortable truth that, as a man, you will be simultaneously unwanted and needed. Your pains will be better left hidden, your complaints unheard, your wounds covered. Yes, the march of progress will publicly call on you to be more open and vulnerable, but will sneer in disgust if you do so. Do not blame the people or judge them harshly, it is in our nature to expect men to be stoic and strong. The enlightened “progress” will not dispel this. This is fine. Keep going.
In a world where responsibilities are being abdicated by every party, institution, and individual at an increasingly rapid pace, you will find a multitude of burdens to take upon yourself. They will not be thrust upon you; YOU will find the responsibilities unattended, the posts abandoned, the ground ceded and you will reflexively, instinctively, naturally take them up.
It is in your nature. Problems need to be solved, boundaries secured, shelters mended. You will not be able to resist. This is fine. Keep going.
This will not always be welcomed. Sometimes people just want to hear “There, there. It will be alright” and be left to their tears but you will likely quietly fix what needs to be mended anyway, heal what needs to be cured. Your life will be a path of countless tiny restorations, the vast majority of which will go unnoticed. This is fine. Keep going.
You will need to be ready though. A sober mind and prepared body will be a daily requirement. Drunk? You leave everything you hold dear unguarded. Poorly equipped or out of shape? Your body will not be ready when the crises arise, and they will. Fire, fang, and foe are creeping back into our periphery after a long peace afforded by the men who came before you. The reason you never saw pictures of your great grandfather in shorts and sandals is that the wolf was at the wood line and the fires of cities burned just over the horizon. He knew and he was ready. Look down at your outfit. Are you ready to react in this moment, or would a sudden ungraceful movement gash open your shin and tear off your toe nail? When people need help, they look to men in pants and boots. You will not live as long as women, likely because you will be hyper-vigilant for most of your life. It will never be easy to rest. The stress will take its quiet, grim toll. This too is fine. It is your lot, your nature, your virtue. You need to be on always. This is fine. Keep going.
The world needs you, likely more now than ever. Do not give in to easy comforts or despair. Find instead the roles, positions, and land that has been abdicated and abandoned.
It will not be hard to find these.
It will not be hard to find your strength.
Keep going.
As a former Special Forces Warrant Officer with multiple rotations running counterinsurgency ops—both hunting insurgents and trying to separate them from sympathetic populations—I’ve seen organized resistance up close. From Anbar to Helmand, the pattern is familiar: spotters, cutouts, dead drops (or modern equivalents), disciplined comms, role specialization, and a willingness to absorb casualties while bleeding the stronger force slowly.
What’s unfolding in Minneapolis right now isn’t “protest.” It’s low-level insurgency infrastructure, built by people who’ve clearly studied the playbook.
Signal groups at 1,000-member cap per zone. Dedicated roles: mobile chasers, plate checkers logging vehicle data into shared databases, 24/7 dispatch nodes vectoring assets, SALUTE-style reporting (Size, Activity, Location, Unit, Time, Equipment) on suspected federal vehicles. Daily chat rotations and timed deletions to frustrate forensic recovery. Vetting processes for new joiners. Mutual aid from sympathetic locals (teachers providing cover, possible PD tip-offs on license plate lookups). Home-base coordination points. Rapid escalation from observation to physical obstruction—or worse.
This isn’t spontaneous outrage. This is C2 (command and control) with redundancy, OPSEC hygiene, and task organization that would make a SF team sergeant nod in recognition. Replace “ICE agents” with “occupying coalition forces” and the structure maps almost 1:1 to early-stage urban cells we hunted in the mid-2000s.
The most sobering part? It’s domestic. Funded, trained (somewhere), and directed by people who live in the same country they’re trying to paralyze law enforcement in. When your own citizens build and operate this level of parallel intelligence and rapid-response network against federal officers—complete with doxxing, vehicle pursuits, and harassment that’s already turned lethal—you’re no longer dealing with civil disobedience. You’re facing a distributed resistance that’s learned the lessons of successful insurgencies: stay below the kinetic threshold most of the time, force over-reaction when possible, maintain popular support through narrative, and never present a single center of gravity.
I spent years training partner forces to dismantle exactly this kind of apparatus. Now pieces of it are standing up in American cities, enabled by elements of local government and civil society. That should keep every thinking American awake at night.
Not because I want escalation. But because history shows these things don’t de-escalate on their own once the infrastructure exists and the cadre believe they’re winning the information war.
We either recognize what we’re actually looking at—or we pretend it’s still just “activism” until the structures harden and spread.
Your call, America. But from where I sit, this isn’t January 2026 politics anymore.
It’s phase one of something we’ve spent decades trying to keep off our own soil.