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  • A review of Perception by Lianne Downey

    A review of Perception by Lianne Downey

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    B. Lorenzo Buckinchere

    Mar 29, 2026

    It is the end of the month, and time once again for our monthly review series. The month of March features a review of Perception by Lianne Downey, but before we begin, here is a disclaimer.

    Disclaimer:

    The following review contains spoilers, so I recommend supporting the official release before reading this, or any other review on the novel.

    Now without further ado, let’s get into it.

    Overview:

    Perception is a 2024 American novel by Lianne Downey, the first in her psychics and aliens series. The story follows Minda Blake, a young psychic remote viewer who is contracted by “Blackthorne,” a private government contractor, and offshoot of the U.S. navy tasked with locating debris from alien space crafts before they are able to get into the wrong hands, and become public knowledge.

    Minda, affectionately called Min throughout the novel, is very content with her job at Blackthorne. She shares a San Diego apartment with Amrita, one of her co-workers at Blackthorne, and her job is satisfying for the most part. That is until the secrets she is obligated to keep by contract starts weighing on her health.

    Plot (spoilers):

    While out searching for the fragment of an alien spacecraft in the desert one night, Minda suffers a head injury when Wade, one of her co-workers pushes her off a sand dune. Enroute to the hospital, Minda has a dream, more like a premonition of Gramma Julene, her deceased grandmother, who is happily in the company of one Reverend Ben. This is the first of several premonitions that Minda has of Ben throughout the novel.

    Minda is now on sick leave from work, resting in the Michigan town of Veenlanden. While having lunch at a diner one day, one of the waitresses named Agnes tells Minda about the heroism of Garritt Vanderhoeven, their ace chef who survived a plane crash in the Amazon rainforest, and rescued dozens of passengers, mostly Ecuadorians from certain death.

    Garritt is from a conservative Dutch background, and is battling the demons of his flawed upbringing. At the job, he is very close with Juan, his Mexican teenage co-worker who will soon find himself at the center of a massive controversy.

    While recovering in Michigan, Minda begins to feel the guilt of her obligations. She soon starts questioning the ethics of keeping the existence of aliens from the public, and decides to betray Blackthorne and go public with the space debris she found in the desert. But before Minda could expose Blackthorne’s secret, Juan is arrested by the police.

    Not long after Juan’s arrest, Luciana, Juan’s pregnant girlfriend shows up at the diner, looking for him. When they tell her that Juan is in jail, Luciana says that she already checked, and he’s not there. If the police don’t have Juan, who does?

    Minda speculates that Juan may have the missing space debris, and that the officers who arrested Juan were actually undercover Blackthorne operatives tracking the whereabouts of the fragment. Luciana seems to think that Juan may be with Bobby Lee, a local new-age cult leader and conspiracy theorist.

    And so, as a blizzard threatens to plummet them into oblivion, Minda convinces Garritt to drive her in search of Bobby Lee. Minda and Garritt spots Bobby Lee in the storm, but as soon as Bobby Lee sees Minda sitting inside Garritt’s truck, he warns Garritt to stay away from her, and then he disappears.

    As the blizzard rages on, Garritt and Minda are forced to seek shelter at Garritt’s house. While there, Minda has a premonition of Wade’s body lying face down in the snow, and it is not immediately clear to her as to whether or not Wade is alive or dead, or if this is an event that’s yet to occur.

    She is also forced to confess to Garritt, who she is, and where she works. After all, if she wants him to help her, she is going to have to trust him somewhat.

    She also tells him that she plans on exposing their discovery in the desert because the public has a right to know, but also that the space fragment is missing, and that if Juan doesn’t have it, then he probably gave it to Bobby Lee.

    Not only that, but if the officers who arrested Juan were truly undercover Blackthorne operatives, then Blackthorne must also realize by now that the fragment is missing.

    She says that they have to go back out into the blizzard to continue their search for Juan and Bobby Lee, and he obviously thinks she’s crazy at this point, but he agrees to go with her anyway.

    While they are driving through the blizzard, a military chopper lands in the middle of the storm and captures Minda, separating her from Garritt who narrowly escapes, and it seems like their cause is a lost one.

    Garritt, despite suffering an injured leg was able to track down Bobby Lee’s church, housed inside the back of a diner, and decides to go there.

    Bobby Lee hands Garritt an address, about an hour drive outside of town, and Garritt suspects that that’s where they must be holding Juan, but Bobby Lee doesn’t really say much more than that.

    Garritt decides to drive an hour in the middle of a blizzard with an injured leg to the address that Bobby Lee gave him, based mostly on a hunch, and arrives at an old abandoned house with all the lights out. With one good leg, he is able to break inside the house to save himself from hypothermia.

    Juan is not there, but Garritt notices a cage where he suspects they must have held Juan. He suspects that they must have moved Juan to another location after the heater broke, and it became too cold inside the house.

    Despite all of that, Garritt soon falls asleep on an old couch where he has a dream that would explain his undying loyalty to Juan. Then he is suddenly awakened by the sound of someone entering the abandoned house.

    As the unforgiving blizzard rages on, Agnes begins to worry about Garritt’s whereabouts as she sees it is getting late. She is able to find out where he is by tracking his phone.

    She gets a bad feeling about all this, and calls Sam, another of their co-workers. The two girls formulate a rescue plan that involves jacking her brother’s truck while he sleeps.

    They arrive at the abandoned house just in time to see a group of men taking Garritt away with his head covered. Agnes and Sam trails them in her brother’s stolen truck to the location of another house, and starts calling everyone she knows, telling them to call their friends.

    Meanwhile inside that house, Garritt finds Juan alive. They are being held together inside the basement. Garritt is soon taken upstairs only to see that the house is actually a luxurious mansion. Garritt is further shocked to discover that the house is owned by Senator Volkort Vanderhoeven, his estranged father.

    The senator explains to his son that his intention was to save Juan, but the plan went awry. He knows about the missing space fragment, and believes that humanity should come together to protect themselves from an alien invasion, much to Garritt’s surprise, who is shocked to hear his Dutch conservative christian father talk about believing in aliens.

    Sam and Agnes soon arrive at the senator’s doorstep with a whole posse of their own as well as Juan’s loved ones, and also the news media in tow, and Juan is safely rescued.

    Garritt chooses to stay behind after they are all gone, and is utterly disgusted when he discovers a scandalous little secret about his father that further invalidates his flawed upbringing.

    Meanwhile in San Diego, Minda comes face to face with Reverend Ben from her dreams. It turns out that not only is he actually real, but also a client of Blackthorne’s. They have a heart-to-heart that changes Minda’s perspectives, and gives her a renewed sense of purpose.

    Once she is back in Michigan, she uses her psychic powers along with the help of Juan, who turned out to be psychic after all, to remotely track the fragment back to Bobby Lee.

    Haunted by the demons of his own flawed upbringing, Bobby Lee is now flying a private plane in inclement weather to take the fragment to sell to the highest bidder. Sleep deprived, he begins to hallucinate, and soon crashes into the Colorado Rockies, where he is presumed dead.

    Minda and Juan become compromised from being in Bobby Lee’s messed-up head. Garritt and Agnes, worried they may either die or go insane, call Blackthorne for help. They soon arrive on the scene and take them to a state of the art atrium, where they recover inside a botanical greenhouse.

    When Minda and Juan recover, they are briefed of Bobby Lee’s plane crash. It turns out that the rose-shaped atrium in which they have found themselves is really a training campus for many ethnicities around the world who are preparing to become intergalactic peace ambassadors at some point.

    For their courage and loyalty, Minda, Juan, Garritt, and Agnes are invited to train at the atrium, but are warned that they would have to keep the secret of their daily whereabouts from their loved ones while they are in training, until the world is ready for the aliens to reveal themselves.

    While there, they are introduced to the ambassadors of an alien race called the Oraylians. As Garritt bonds with one of the Oraylian women, it begins to seem highly probable that he…

    Something for the readers to ponder on for the sequel.

    Review:

    The world building is totally on point with this one. The narrative had gotten off to a slow start that felt like chicken scratch to my ADHD brain. But as you go along, you begin to discover that this novel is ADHD-friendly after all, with Downey dropping pointers along the way from the perspective of each character. Then the plot slowly builds to a crescendo that makes it all the more worth it in the end (or long before).

    I see a lot of myself in Garritt despite our difference in socio-economic backgrounds, particularly as it relates to choosing a path that may seem wayward in comparison to the lot of one’s birth, which makes him the most relatable character to me.

    I also doubt we’ve seen the last of the senator, and I anticipate a lot more character developments, and world building in the sequel as the clash of ideologies promise to come to a head.

    Finally, this work of fiction gives you the feel that psychics and aliens are real. Not in an immersive way that pulls you into their world, but in a way that suggests that they are already a part of ours. It provokes speculation into what’s really possible, and inspires exploration into the unknown.

    I give this one a four out of five roast beef sandwiches, and I’ll see you on the next one.

    © 2026 The Buckinchere Publication, SP.

    All Rights Reserved.

  • The mystique of a black-pilled woman

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    B. Lorenzo Buckinchere

    Mar 8, 2026

    When most people think about the black pill, they tend towards picturing some doomer incel wearing a tinfoil hat while living in his mother’s basement. But did you know first of all, that there are many different kinds of black-pilled men? And even still, did you know that there are black-pilled females?

    There are so many nuances of character, that there is no cookie-cutter black pill archetype. In this article, I’ll be focusing primarily on the black-pilled woman in recognition of International Women’s Day.

    First of all, what is the black pill?

    Being black-pilled doesn’t automatically mean that you are an incel. Did you know that Camus was black-pilled? Yet he had a different woman on his arm every night.

    That’s why he’s my favorite philosopher.

    Camus also wrote the Myth of Sisiphus, which explored the philosophy of absurdism by chronicling the daily futility of Sisiphus, the Greek mythological creature who existed in a kind of purgatory where he was tasked with rolling a boulder up a hill every day, only for it to roll back down on its own every night. Much the same way modern employees commute to work everyday just to be able to make rent this month, only for the rent to be due again the following month.

    Being black-pilled simply means that you see life for what it truly is. The theory of absurdism suggests that life is existentially meaningless. It is often paired with entropy, which suggests that everything in the universe inevitably drifts apart and leads to decay.

    But with that meaninglessness comes a strange form of freedom at the same time. You and only you get to decide the meaning of your life so long as you are not hurting anyone else in the process.

    Now, with all that said, there are a group of women online who are calling themselves, exoticals. They are Black women with exotic features, that could range from skin complexion, to hair texture, to facial features.

    Some of them are monoracially ambiguous, while others are redbones, yellowbones, etc, and most of what they talk about are the hardships (mostly social) they face because of their phenotype.

    They say that they receive a wide range of hate on the daily; from men who feel like they’re out of their league, to women who are jealous of the way they look (especially at work), to Black people who refer to them as oreos, saying that they are not black enough, to racist non-Black people who still think they’re too Black for their taste.

    Then there’s hate that comes from society in general, especially if the exotical in question is an introvert, or neurodivergent, and generally prefers to keep to herself.

    With all that in mind, the exotical believes that their general archetype will not allow them to keep a job for very long. Not because they’re scared of breaking a nail. But rather, because normies won’t allow them to do so without incident. So therefore, they are better off going into business for themselves.

    Popular exotical business ventures include; hairstylists, eyebrow threading technicians, manicurists, barbers, masseuses, strippers, and escorts, etc.

    Yes, that’s quite right. Your friendly neighborhood exotical would much rather twerk on a stripper pole than argue with Karen at the Xerox machine at 10 am on a Monday morning.

    They’re not lazy, they’re sick of everybody’s bullshit!

    Especially considering that some of these ventures are way more lucrative than being paid $15 an hour to sit across from Karen for forty hours a week.

    The exotical further believes that normies like to bully them because they believe that the exotical gets to live life on easy street due to her beauty.

    But that is a gross misconception!

    If only normies knew the price that exoticals have to pay for their pretty privilege.

    Those very mental hardships and persecution that the exotical has been subjected to for much of her life has made it impossible for her to escape the reality of human nature.

    For that reason, the exotical is forced into a uniquely feminine form of black-pilldom, particularly as it pertains to the shallow nature of most humans. But here is how hers differ from black-pilled men.

    Black-pilled men for the most part have thrown in the towel, and have surrendered to a life of minimalism. As such, they become NEETs (Not in Employment, Education, or Training), or they become incel conspiracy theorists living in their mother’s basements.

    Again, that’s not all of them. Some black-pilled men have made up our minds to push back against entropy, because, “I’m not going out like this, bro!”

    Those men are black-pilled, particularly because they understand human nature, and still choose to push back in one way or another. They might choose to join volunteer missions to help others resist entropy via secular humanism, among other acts of altruism.

    These men are not spending the best days of their lives on 4Chan complaining about female nature. Yet they are too few and far between.

    As it so turns out, it is actually the girls who are really going in on the topic of human nature online. Or did you really believe for one second that a pretty exotical was going to allow a bunch of easily programmable normies and some devilish deity who created entropy in the first place to stand in the way of their spa days and pilates class?

    Now as a black-pilled man who doesn’t want to go down with the ship, who do you think I’m listening to the majority of the time? And if that pushes me back into the red pill, well so be it.

    But remember, you can either be red-pilled, or you can understand human nature, but you cannot be both.

    © 2026 The Buckinchere Publication, SP.

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  • Review of Beating against the Current

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    B. Lorenzo Buckinchere

    Feb 22, 2026

    It is the end of the month, and time once again for our monthly review series. Our review for the month of February is “Beating against the current,” a novel by Kenneth Grimes. But first, here is a disclaimer.

    The following review contains spoilers, so I recommend reading the book before reading this, or any review on the subject. Now without further ado, let’s begin.

    Overview:

    “Beating against the current” is a 2024 novel written by British author Kenneth Grimes as an independent publisher through Troubador. It features British professor Jay Winston, who lives in San Diego with his wife and daughters. Jay cheats on his wife Glenn with Eve, a colleague from work who later accuses him of sexual misconduct.

    Plot:

    In 2016, Jay Winston was a senior professor at a university in San Diego. He was married to a lawyer named Glenn. They were a middle-aged couple who lived in the suburbs, and together they had two school-aged daughters, Dani and Ashley.

    All was not well in their marriage, but their troubles truly began in October of that year when Jay became involved with Yvette Sahin whom he affectionately called Eve.

    Eve was a fellow lecturer at the university to which Jay was employed. Eve accused Jay of sexual misconduct after she awakened with guilt the morning after she cheated on her husband with Jay during a business trip to San Francisco.

    Suspended from work, Jay became upset and tried to reason with Eve after the dean advised him to leave the campus immediately. Eve told Jay that she felt pressured into sleeping with him due to an upcoming promotion, and she felt it was the only way she could gain favor. Jay said he thought that they were truly in love, but the situation between them further escalated after colleagues said that they heard raised voices and saw Jay kissing Eve.

    Jay left the campus and went home for the night. On the drive home, we get to learn two things about Jay. One, he keeps vodka shots under his car seat that he drinks whenever he is feeling stressed.

    And two, that he can see ghosts. Actually just one ghost. The ghost of his brother, Robbie, who died in childhood under circumstances that will later be revealed.

    The lines are somewhat blurred between whether Robbie is an actual ghost, or a figment of Jay’s imagination. But Jay always pictured him at the age he would have been in the present, and not as a child. Robbie usually appears to Jay as a warning and a guide whenever he is about to make a mistake, but Jay doesn’t always listen.

    And as if Jay’s suspension wasn’t bad enough, his sister, Sophie, texted him all the way from England with news that his mother’s health was failing fast, and that she wanted him to come home.

    He arrived home and confessed his affair to Glenn who got upset and threw him out of their house. He barely told her the news about his mother when she told him he could go to England and stay there for all she cared.

    Eve’s husband arrived at their home shortly after Glenn left for work. He punched Jay out for sleeping with his wife. But before he left he said that he hoped Jay got fired like what happened to the last guy.

    When Jay arrived in England, he stayed with Sophie who lived with her husband, Rhys. Jay and Rhys had never really gotten along. As such, he ended up assaulting Rhys one night during a bar fight, and ended up staying with his cousin Bailey instead.

    Now Bailey was a lesbian clay potter who was often subjected to burglaries from a vagrant whom she had once taken in.

    Jay and Bailey like each other a lot. She is the only relative whom he had ever truly gotten along with.

    Sophie harbored resentment for the burden of being left to care for their aging parents on her own after the first time he left for America. And his parents blamed him for Robbie’s death.

    While Jay was in England, Glenn called to tell him that San Diego police were looking for him because Eve reported him for harassment. She and her colleagues all said that he forcibly kissed her after the dean told him to leave the campus.

    Jay told Glenn that the kiss was consensual from his perspective, and that he was wrong not to leave the campus when he was told to do so. He also told her that Eve’s husband showed up unannounced and assaulted him, and that he mentioned something about there being another guy.

    Though he was still not off the hook for cheating on her, Glenn agreed to help Jay track down Eve’s other victims. While all this was happening, Jay and Sophie’s mother died. Thankfully, he did get to see her one last time while staying with Sophie.

    He contacted Detective Hobart with the San Diego Police Department and explained the situation pertaining to him being away in England due to his mother’s death.

    He agreed to return to America to be questioned by the police after the funeral. With Glenn being an attorney, he asked her if she could represent him. She ultimately advised against it and said she would ask some of her colleagues.

    Upon his arrival at LAX, Jay was immediately taken into custody and subsequently questioned by Detective Hobart in the presence of an attorney, and then released under recognizance to appear for a later hearing.

    Back home in San Diego, things were awkward at first. Glenn made him sleep in the guest house, then he was ultimately fired from the university. He promised Glenn that he would get help for his alcoholism, the third and most important actor in the tale on the night he slept with Eve. Glenn became more supportive after he agreed to join AA.

    One night after a sobering visit with his attorney, Jay suffered hallucinations that triggered memories of his brother’s death. I am not going to spoil the single most important detail of the entire novel. Read the book.

    His therapist helped him to recognize that his brother’s death was not his fault. This along with being able to weaken Eve’s case against him by tracking down her previous victim, one Professor Kukovich of whom she had also accused in order to get ahead at work, put Jay on a path towards redemption.

    He eventually reconciled with Glenn and entered a master’s program that qualified him to become a youth councillor at a prison for juveniles.

    Review:

    This is a very unique novel, and is an easy read for people with ADHD. The fact that the novel discusses male issues by a male author from the perspective of a male protagonist was an immediate eye catcher for me.

    It serves as a warning to cheating men everywhere, as to what could happen if you throw away something good for an opportunist who only wishes to get ahead.

    Even if you are single, it is still a warning as to what could happen if you think it’s a good idea to carry on with trysts in the workplace where everyone is a shark, and only out for themselves.

    And the fact that the novel is set during the #metoo era as Hillary Rodham Clinton was running for president against Donald Trump only served to further raise the stakes and drive the point home. It’s funny how in every feminist sob story, they always tell you about these “rapist pigs” who abuse their power at work.

    And although men who abuse their power at work do exist, and women too (if we’re being honest), our hero was able to persevere against the current, defeat his inner demons that had haunted him for decades, change careers, and ultimately reconcile with his wife.

    And that alone makes him a cut above the rest, because truly abusive people do not make amends. They only look for leverage to further their hold over their victim, and keep them trapped and too afraid to do anything about it.

    It also helps that Grimes is one of my fellow San Diego local authors and the very first of my local authors whose work I have read. I do believe that this is Grimes’s debut novel, and it has done extraordinarily well by setting the precedent for many of his future works.

    I give this one a whopping five out of five vodka shots, and I’ll see you on the next one.

    © 2026 The Buckinchere Publication, SP.

    All Rights Reserved.

  • Louise’s Ghost: Halloween Review

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    B. Lorenzo Buckinchere

    Oct 26, 2025

    It’s the end of the month, and time once again for our monthly review series. Our muse for the month of October is Louise, the titular character from a short story, titled, “Louise’s Ghost.” But before we dig into all the deliciously juicy gore, here’s a disclaimer.

    Disclaimer:

    The following review contains spoilers. With that said, please support the official release before reading this or any other review on the topic. Without further ado, let’s begin.

    Plot:

    Louise’s Ghost is a 2001 short story, written by Kelly Link, part of her collection, “Stranger Things Happen.” It was also featured in Peter Straub’s 2008 anthology, “Poe’s Children: A New Horror.”

    In the story, there are two women who are friends, both of whom are named Louise. One of them has a toddler named Ana, who only eats green food, and believes that she was a dog in a past life.

    The other has a ghost who lives under her bed, and comes out occasionally. The ghost in question is a bald, naked man who sometimes levitates above her bathtub in the middle of the night.

    The two Louises meet up for lunch as often as they can to catch up with each other and talk about life. They have known each other since childhood, and have been best friends for a very long time.

    Louise calls her mother who lives in a nursing home for advice on how to get rid of the ghost. Her mother suggests salt and water, but has no memory of Louise’s friend named Louise, or her daughter, Ana. This is a very important detail.

    It is also revealed that the Louise who is Ana’s mother, only dates cellists due to her belief that they all have low sperm count. Louise would have proximity to cellists considering that she is also involved in stage work.

    Louise, on the other hand, only sleeps with married men she meets at her job. She sleeps with them in hotel rooms, then he showers and leaves her there by herself.

    Louise tells the cellists about Louise’s ghost, and they become curious and wish to play for the ghost, hoping to gain supernatural talent if one of them can get the ghost to haunt their cello.

    Louise agrees and orders catering to host them in her home, hoping they can get the ghost to leave with them. The cellists play as Ana sleeps soundly inside one of the cello cases. They take a cigarette break when the ghost doesn’t appear, and Louise asks Louise if the ghost is even real.

    Louise insists it is, but doesn’t try too hard to convince her. All along, she’s had a change of heart, and is in fact, hiding the ghost inside the closet, serenading it with some music of her own that she had previously purchased from a record store.

    The cellists return from their cigarette break and continue playing, louder this time, and the lines between fantasy and reality become blurred as Louise pictures herself in a wild orgy with some of the cellists.

    Eventually, the ghost hears the cellists playing, and decides that he prefers their music instead. So he shrinks himself, which he tends to do occasionally, and goes to live inside one of their cellos, and they all eventually leave, except for one.

    He spends the night with Louise, much to the dismay of her friend who takes Ana and leaves angrily. Realizing the error of her ways, Louise tries to reconcile with Louise for sleeping with her favorite cellist, but to no avail.

    Distracted in her fury over her friend’s betrayal, Louise misses her footing one day, falls off the edge of a stage, and dies. Louise is soon contacted by Louise’s attorney who tells her that Louise is dead, and that it was her will for Louise to raise Ana in the event of her untimely death.

    Louise is confused because Louise died still angry at her, but eventually she agrees to raise Ana. The two have always had a quarrelsome relationship, and Ana says that she would rather live with her father, who lives in Oregon. Louise tells Ana that she would like Oregon, because it’s green.

    Then she arranges for Ana’s father, who is ironically not a cellist, to come and take her away with him. Louise attends a concert in Louise’s honor, hoping to see her ghost. She looks through her opera glasses, and eventually spots Louise’s ghost living inside one of the cellos.

    In the end, it is revealed that Louise’s ghost was a story that Charlie, the youth counsellor at their summer camp told them as teenagers about the way their friendship would blossom into adulthood.

    The two girls think that Charlie is kinda cool. They think she is pretty, and she lets them ride the horses bareback during the day. But she can get scary at night, especially when she tells them stories by the campfire. They are rather apprehensive of her. Then they hold each other’s hand and look at each other saying, “Are you scared?” “No, are you?” “Not as long as you’re here.”

    Analysis:

    It seems pretty obvious to me that Louise’s ghost had come presenting the opportunity to bless the cellists with extraordinary gifts due to his fondness of music. Why he didn’t visit the other Louise who had more proximity to the cellists is probably due to her having a daughter, and him not wanting her to see him.

    The ghost could also be a manifestation of Louise’s conscience for only sleeping with married men instead of dating cellists the way her friend did. Charlie introducing the element of death in her story only serves to make the story scarier and more believable to the girls who probably don’t scare easily.

    This is the kind of story to be told over roasted marshmallows by the campfire. A spooky treat for those cozy autumn nights. I give it a four out of five green marshmallows.

    Thanks for reading!

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  • The link between reinforcement bias and RSD

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    B. Lorenzo Buckinchere

    Oct 12, 2025

    Rejection Sensitivity Dysphoria is way more common than you think. Men have historically suffered from RSD, but due to the paradigm shift caused by the movement of men going their own way, you may find that women are now more commonly affected than they were previously.

    But what exactly is RSD? And more importantly, what is the cause of it?

    First of all, the word dysphoria implies an altered state of reality, almost like a delusion of sorts. So then rejection sensitivity dysphoria is a mental disease where the sufferer is sensitive to any form of rejection, real or perceived. The dysphoric aspect of RSD comes into play when you consider that the rejection in question is often more perceived than real.

    The most common example of this is that a man might see a girl he likes and thinks he doesn’t have a shot with her because she is way out of his league. And how she can get any man in the world, so why him.

    Meanwhile, the girl is probably thinking, “why is he acting so shy? Why won’t he come over and say hi?” As a sidebar, did you know that exceptionally beautiful women tend to be the loneliest?

    It’s true! People think they get laid left and right. But in reality, men see them and end up rejecting themselves without knowing her intentions because they are often intimidated by her beauty, class and elegance.

    Then she gets lonely and insecure, and ends up picking some douchebag who beats the shit out of her. How’s that for RSD?

    The hot, mean girl trope in popular culture doesn’t exactly help matters much either. When in reality, it’s the pretty little normies who are mean and insecure, not Queen Aphrodite.

    It doesn’t even make sense for her to be mean, it would only ruin her beauty. The trouble is that Aphrodite is an exceptionally rare form of feminine beauty.

    Ok, so now that I’ve gone over some real world examples of RSD, let’s discuss the main cause of it.

    Confirmation bias is a double-edged sword that can either make or break you. Positive reinforcement will encourage confidence, while negative reinforcement actually punishes the first sign of it.

    So you know how incels always complain that “Chad” easily gets laid? Well it’s not necessarily because Chad is a stunner. It’s because he had a lot of positive reinforcement in his upbringing, and throughout much of his life.

    The incel on the other hand, had a lot of negative reinforcements throughout life. A lot of L’s. A lot of setbacks. All of his hopes and endeavors, noble as they are, were literally made to feel like some kind of absurd, dark comedy while the whole world passes him by.

    That’s not hard to imagine in a world that rewards evil and punishes creativity and authenticity. That kind of loneliness can really torture a man’s mind. So they develop a sensitivity to rejection, coupled with dysphoria.

    This is something that plays out over time. And as such, they end up rejecting others before others have a chance to reject them. That way, they feel more in control of their experiences.

    In last week’s article, we talked about the different forms of addiction. One particular example was the lust for power due to feelings of neglect or the general lack of safety in one’s background. Well proactive rejection perpetuated by sufferers of RSD is but one example of that power lust.

    The incel may internalize his negative reinforcements as being due to his lack of height, or the way his face looks. But in reality, it really could be due to neurodiversion.

    Having mental conditions such as; OCD, ADHD, or being on the autism spectrum could increase the likelihood of developing RSD at some point. But if you asked me, I would say it’s because the incel didn’t reject his true self in order to conform to the normie script.

    As such, incels often go deeper into nihilism and loneliness, where they develop unhealthy coping habits, such as porn addiction and the like. They may also form online hate groups where they vent their frustration in the form of racism and misogyny.

    None of these habits are healthy. The thing to do is to seek counseling. It will help you to further explore the root cause of your inceldom, as well as your RSD, on a path towards leading a healthier lifestyle. In time, you may even regain the confidence to start dating again.

    Thanks for reading!

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  • Seeking freedom and hatred for the world’s oldest profession

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    B. Lorenzo Buckinchere

    Sep 14, 2025

    Prostitution is the world’s oldest profession, and also the most hated. So much so to the extent that it is still illegal in many parts of the world in 2025. Some of the excuses that are often given for criminalizing sex work are as follows:

    1. We are not able to tax and regulate the industry
    2. It is generally a shady industry that attracts drugs, fights, etc.
    3. It breeds exploitation/human trafficking, etc.
    4. Prostitutes tend to spread STDs
    5. We don’t want to encourage promiscuity

    When in reality, they probably don’t want to give men the option to still get laid if he wishes to remain a bachelor. After all, relationships produce families, and the system needs new taxpayers every twenty years or so.

    If they really wanted to eliminate the risk of human trafficking, only pimps would be criminalized, but not the buying and selling of sex. Prostitution, like any other form of exhibitionism, is a form of expression, and criminalizing it is a hypocritical violation of the first amendment of the American constitution that explicitly defends both freedom of assembly and freedom of expression. 

    When done correctly, sex work can be a victimless crime, because both men and women are free to do what they want with their bodies and their money. So why do so many people have such a problem with it? Why don’t we all just leave them alone?

    First of all, why do people turn to sex work? More specifically, why do women become prostitutes and why do men seek their comfort?

    There are several reasons for this, the most common of which is freedom. Women want to use their beauty and sexual prowess to make money without having to be masochistically frightened from sleep by an alarm clock. Then drive through rush hour traffic to go to a job they hate, surrounded by people they hate.

    They have pretty faces and nice bodies and they are smart enough to capitalize off that without shame. Speaking of shame, they also don’t mind sleeping with multiple men at the same time. They have denounced sexual shame and have fully embraced who they are. As such they are smart enough, and honest enough to charge for it instead of giving it away for free.

    Speaking of honesty, they are not out to play games and lead you on. They are very pragmatic about what men want, and are willing to indulge their male clients in a frank and upfront, no BS, exchange. They figured, “I want money. He wants pussy. So we doing this, or not?” If you don’t like headaches, she’s your girl.

    That level of pragmatism is a very masculine mindset to have. Even though she presents with femininity, the way she thinks is masculine. Which means that she is very calculating, but in a good way. But just because her services are transactional by nature doesn’t mean she is not having fun.

    She thoroughly enjoys the company of her male clients. It’s just that she is smart enough to get paid for having a good time. They figured out the secret a long time ago, otherwise it wouldn’t be the world’s oldest profession.

    Then there are the men who seek her comfort, and the question of why. For the man who is married, it is either he feels ignored by his wife at home, or he was in way over his head when he thought he was able to commit to one woman for the rest of his life.

    Men are naturally polygamous (enter ludus and playful detachment) and most women are naturally monogamous (eros). So what that simply means is that while men are looking for sex, women are looking for commitment.

    It is very difficult for a man who has stayed true to his polygamous nature to find a like-minded woman among normies because normies are one dimensional neurotypicals. Any woman who is like-minded would either have to be a swinger/cuckquean or an escort. So it’s either a married man cheats on his wife with an escort, or he respects the nature of neurotypical women and chooses to stay single so he can be married to the only industry that is dedicated to his nature.

    This makes a lot of people angry because they love to control the male phallus. And when they can’t control you, they try to destroy you for it. That is why the world’s oldest profession is still illegal in 2025.

    That is also why most jobs will fire you if they ever were to find out how you really get laid. Or why your wife will divorce you and sue you for alimony. To keep money out of your pocket so you can’t just sleep around as you wish.

    For many men, building a connection with an escort, albeit transactional, is the most honest relationship they will ever have in their entire lives. There are literal billionaires who are able to keep their blinders on by paying them to leave. Then there are the incels who literally don’t have any other means of getting laid.

    This is as good as it will ever get for them, yet even their dicks are being constantly policed by society. If you are an incel, society wants to keep you in poverty indefinitely. The gatekeepers are numerous; from family, to friends, to coworkers, to normie girls. You won’t be able to escape them.

    This is why you should never marry if that is the lifestyle you want to live. If you value your freedom, you should never marry in the first place. The moment you put a ring on it, it’s no longer about you.

    The short of it is that marriage is pushed with no regard to your male nature, while sexual liberty is shamed and sabotaged. People fear what they cannot control. It is the same reason why they hate atheists.

    It is true that sex work is a shady industry. So how will cleaning it up help to change people’s opinion of it when shadiness was never the underlying issue? But don’t they realize that people still do what the fuck they want regardless? They are not stopping anything over there. Tyrants will never learn.

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  • Sixty years of paying them to leave — A Charlie Sheen Exclusive

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    B. Lorenzo Buckinchere

    Aug 31, 2025

    It is the end of the month and time once again for our monthly review series. Our muse for the month of August is none other than Charlie Sheen.

    Charlie Sheen’s 60th birthday is coming up in a few days on September 3, so there is no time quite as fitting as the present to review the life of the best male role model in Hollywood when it comes to women and dating.

    Charlie Sheen is an American film and television actor who was born Carlos Irwin Estevez on September 3, 1965 in New York City. Born into a family of actors, Sheen is the son of actor Martin Sheen, and the brother of Emilio Estevez.

    Sheen is best known for playing the role of philandering bachelor Charlie Harper on the hit dating sitcom, “Two and a Half Men” (2003-2015).

    Two and a Half Men was created by Chuck Lorre, and the lead protagonist on the show is loosely based on Sheen’s dating life in reality.

    Men lasted for 12 seasons and 262 episodes, but was sadly canceled a few years after Charlie was fired from the show in 2011, during a time when he was at the pinnacle of his acting career, being the highest paid actor on television at the time.

    Sheen was allegedly fired amid controversy surrounding wage disputes, but many speculate that his use of illicit substances was becoming an issue. Sheen has a reputation for living somewhat of a wild party life, but despite all of that, his name has never been called up in a #metoo scandal.

    They got Weinstein, Cosby and most recently Diddy. Then before that they got Kobe Bryant in 2003. The feminist court system humiliated these men, dragged their good names through the mud and exposed all of the gory details of their trysts for all the world to see, and they did so without mercy. They’ve managed to humiliate all these men but they never got Charlie, and they likely never will. Do you know why?

    Because he pays them to leave.

    Not necessarily because he wants to, but because he has no other choice if he wants to be responsible with how he keeps multiple women as a public figure in the #metoo era. Because when you are a high profile individual like he is, it’s very easy to become someone’s target due to the high levels of public scrutiny involved.

    Charlie may act like aloof sometimes, but he’s actually really smart. He knows the game, and he also knows that there is a certain amount of contractual protection that comes from engaging in transactional encounters. So say what you will about the guy, he could get mixed up in a million other scandals, but I guarantee you that #metoo is not one of them.

    I am not encouraging you to do what he does, but the least you can do is take a page or two out of his book. Protect yourself from golddigging feminist vultures. Go get laid without the risk of a scandal. Hire a professional, then pay her to leave.

    But obviously take the necessary health and family planning precautions with a professional as you would with any woman.

    So here’s to the next sixty years of paying them to leave, because guys like Charlie tend to live forever. I shall drink to that, and so will he I bet. I give the role model success story of Charlie Sheen a whopping five out of five Tiger Blood cocktails, and I’ll see you on the next one.

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  • Let’s talk about Black Privilege

    Let’s talk about Black Privilege

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    B. Lorenzo Buckinchere

    Jun 15, 2025

    This coming Thursday, June 19, will be Juneteenth, the one hundred and sixtieth anniversary of the emancipation proclamation marked by the thirteenth amendment. This is a celebratory event that brought about the end of one of the darkest periods in American history, the trans-atlantic slave trade.

    This year is also the fourth anniversary of Juneteenth being a federal holiday, which first happened under President Biden in 2021. So I figured that now is as good a time as any to discuss the topic of Black privilege.

    They always talk about White privilege in a way as if to suggest that there is no Black privilege. This is done subliminally with the intent to create a perpetual state of mental serfdom within you.

    Speaking of mental serfdom, was it not the legendary reggae singer Bob Marley who once sang, “emancipate yourself from mental slavery. None but ourselves can free our minds,” during a song that he appropriately titled “Redemption?” Well I am here to tell all the Black dreamers out there that you definitely have privilege on this soil.

    First of all, Black privilege is not racial, it’s creative and academic. It also has a lot to do with your time and place of origin. You have the privilege of living in the greatest nation on earth, during a time where with the advent of the internet, you can find a way to make all your dreams come true.

    Time and place also has a lot to do with your native tongue. If you are a Black person in the west, you likely speak English as your first language. Which is a plus because English is the most recognized language in the world for the sake of global trade and commerce.

    Secondly, let me continue by reiterating what I have said repeatedly on my blog site. Which states that the same capitalism that allows your landlord to raise your rent while your employer cuts your hours, also allows you to turn the scorn and prejudice against you into creativity and ingenuity. If you really hone your craft, they won’t be able to tell whether you are a genius or a madman. Either way, they won’t be able to stop buying tickets to see your show.

    Vaudeville performers and New Orleans jazz musicians of the 1920’s understood this concept very well. So did the shoe shine guy, and they capitalized off it tremendously. They didn’t let the racial insensitivities of that time prevent them from showing up every night and making a buck. In fact, they used their creativity to take advantage of the prejudice against them.

    This evened the playing field overtime, and paved the way for their future descendants to enter a wider range of professions. Some chose law, others chose medicine, yet there are those who chose a more creative path. If they could do it without the internet in 1925, then what’s stopping you now in 2025?

    If you really want to get ahead financially, no one can stop you but yourself. They might try to sabotage you. They can definitely delay you for some amount of time, but they ultimately cannot stop you. Which brings me to my third point.

    You have the privilege of privacy, but you must enforce it. They cannot sabotage what they don’t know. If you operate in privacy, your chances for success increase ten fold. At some point you must arrive at a decision as to whether being friend centered is more important than your goals.

    This is especially true when you consider that half these motherfuckers who say they are your friends, are really spies and saboteurs. You don’t have any friends out here. You don’t even have god. You only have yourself. If you fuck up, that’s on you. Hold yourself accountable and seek wise counsel.

    Ok, so what do you have? You have the privilege of the English language as your native tongue. You live in a developed country with clean tap water and internet access. You have an accurate grasp on human nature that you can’t unsee past the age of thirty. You may not have the capital as of yet, but you have a master plan. Above all else, you either have privacy, or privacy is attainable, even in limited quantities for the time being. So then you have Black privilege.

    Happy Juneteenth!!!

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  • If you are so smart, why aren’t you rich? (BTAS Review)

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    B. Lorenzo Buckinchere

    May 25, 2025

    It’s the end of the month and time once again for our monthly review series. Our muse for the month of May is Edward Nygma, alias, The Riddler. Particularly in his first appearance on Batman The Animated Series, during an episode titled, “If you’re so smart, why aren’t you rich?” But first, here’s a disclaimer: The following review contains spoilers so I recommend watching the episode first before reading this or any other reviews on the topic. Now without further ado, let’s begin.

    Overview:

    Batman The Animated Series is an American television series that premiered on Fox in 1992. The series was created by Bruce Timm and Paul Dini as a 90’s revival of Bob Kane’s 1938 creation for Detective Comics, and originally consisted of 85 episodes across two seasons, the largest episode count for a single season of any children’s show at the time.

    “If you’re so smart, why aren’t you rich,” was the forty-first episode of the series. It originally aired during the show’s first season on November 18, 1992. Written by David Wise, Directed by Eric Radomski, and starred Kevin Conroy, John Glover and Gary Frank. It was also The Riddler’s debut episode.

    The Premise:

    Edward Nygma (John Glover) is an employee of “Competitron,” a toy manufacturer. The episode opens with Nygma arriving at work one cloudy morning just in time as the janitor was tossing his name tag in the trash. Nygma asked the janitor what he was doing and that was when his employer Daniel Mockridge (Gary Frank) who was standing there all along informed him that he was fired.

    Nygma protested that Mockridge cannot do without him because he is the smartest game designer in the company. Mockridge replied that he can indeed fire Ngyma because the latter is suing him for royalty. As an employee of Competitron, Nygma previously designed a video game titled, “Riddle of the Minotaur,” and is now suing the company for royalty. Furthermore, Mockridge lives up to his name by mocking Nygma in the form of a rhetorical question, the titular question of the episode.

    After some time had passed, Mockridge tried pitching Nygma’s work to Bruce Wayne (Kevin Conroy) and Luscious Fox (Brock Peters) who were initially hesitant. At some point during the meeting, Mockridge looked outside the window of the conference room and noticed an ominous riddle in neon light. The riddle read, “Why do multimillion dollar deals break down in the wasteland?”

    Later that evening inside the Batcave, Bruce dons his Batman alter ego, and ponders on the meaning of the riddle as Robin (Loren Lester) ironically plays “Riddle of the Minotaur” on the bat computer.

    “Holy irony Batman, it’s a good thing I’m already familiar with this game. I have a hunch we might be needing it soon.”

    “Good thinking old chum, to the batmobile.”

    Though they didn’t actually say any of that, I think it’s worth mentioning that their voices actually sounded a bit more cartoonish this time around, almost like they sounded in the classic “Superfriends,” cartoons from the 70’s, hinting at the fact that this episode is nowhere near as dark and brooding as other episodes.

    Meanwhile over at Competitron, Mockridge walked into his office and found Nygma sitting in his swivel chair in the dark, donning his Riddler alter ego for the first time. No doubt the end result of trauma, and a need to get even. Mockridge humored Nygma, perhaps feeling a bit cocky that he might be able to get Nygma to create more games for Competitron, but Nygma had other plans.

    He redesigned the Chinese finger puzzle in the form of some gold rings that look eerily similar to the symbol on the Olympic flag. He tossed the gold rings at Mockridge who was none the wiser and who tried solving it, only to unwittingly cuff himself with it, just as two of Nygma’s henchmen pounced on him.

    Batman and Robin crashed the party just in time, and got into a fight with Nygma’s goons who managed to escape with Mockridge as their hostage. Sometime later that night as Batman and Robin were driving across the Gotham bridge, they noticed that the lights were flashing all across the city.

    Batman, quickly realizing it to be morse code, translated the message, and it turned out to be another of Nygma’s riddles that read, “When is the Minataur’s owner as high as an elephant’s maize?” They quickly realized that maize is a wordplay for maze, and took off for the amusement park where they had to navigate a life-sized replica of Nygma’s video game in order to find Mockridge.

    Robin used his experience from playing the Minotaur game to help navigate the maze, and after solving several puzzles and riding on a cool mechanical flying hand (unique to the DCAU), they eventually got to Mockridge and answered one final riddle in time to save him from being sliced in two by an animatronic, sword-wielding minotaur. It turned out that Nygma lured them to the maze intentionally to buy himself enough time to flee the city.

    Wayne enterprise eventually bought Riddle of the Minotaur from Competitron, and Dick lamented during the aftermath that it’s such a pity they had to sell to a creep like Mockridge. But that was when Bruce interjected that “Mockridge may have his money, but he won’t be sleeping well.”

    We then cut to a scene where we see Mockridge carefully bolting his door at night and looking under his bed, trembling with a shotgun before reluctantly climbing into bed and cowering under the covers. Bruce ended the episode by asking the question, “How much is a good night’s sleep worth? Now there’s a riddle for ya.”

    Personal Takeaway:

    This cautionary tale serves as a reminder of a clause that could be included in your employment contract depending on the nature of your job. A clause stating that your employer owns the patent to anything you invent for the company while employed to that particular company. Most companies have ensured to include this clause within their employment contracts. The same is true with music, animation and especially writing.

    When I first got back to writing, and shortly before I created my blog site on WordPress, I tried freelancing for another blog site. Though I am avidly against using AI to write because I think it takes the soul out of writing, I nonetheless used Chat GPT to offer suggestions on what topics to cover. I did so for no other reason than to save my best ideas for my own upcoming blog.

    So I gave them mediocre ideas while saving the topics near and dear to my heart for myself, because I knew that if I wasn’t smart about it, I would never own my ideas outright, I’d only get paid for them. Sure enough I paid the price for my betrayal in the short term because they never accepted any of my submissions, but to me it was worth it because I was rewarded for remaining disciplined in the long run.

    The point that I am making by sharing that example is that if you have a bright idea that could potentially make you millions in the future, don’t share it with an employer, create it for your own profit and ownership. You’d be well within your rights to do so. It is your intellectual property after all, and make sure you patent it before pitching it to anyone.

    Another thing to add is to always rent the rights to your intellectual property versus selling it off. Never sell to any individual or corporation because if you no longer own the rights to your work you are forfeiting your rights to future royalties.

    Although The Riddler was the monster of the week in this story, he is really more of a tragic anti-hero who sold out his ideas for a quick buck. Edward Nygma was born but The Riddler was made, and the person who made him is the real villain of the picture.

    Nygma wasn’t Mockridge’s only victim, he was just the one who took action, albeit misguided. Think of how many more families were plunged into undue poverty all due to Mockridge’s greed and betrayal. At least we know Nygma’s name. Think of all the other Gothamites whose names we will never know.

    In the end, Edward Nygma got the poetic justice he so richly deserves, and I don’t think he stuck around long enough to witness the full extent of the damage that Mockridge was dealt at his hands.

    Bruce Wayne’s question at the end pertaining to the value of a good night’s sleep was essential in weighing the pros and cons of guilt versus reward. The final scene that saw Mockridge bolting his door at night was the most brooding part of the episode. It came straight from out of a horror film right down to the music score.

    Trivia:

    It was mentioned in the episode that Nygma’s first initial along with his surname (E. Nygma), are a wordplay for enigma, meaning a man of mystery and intrigue.

    This was a carefully devised strategy that Nygma used to trap Mockridge who otherwise wouldn’t have trusted him. Mockridge made the mistake of thinking he knew Nygma well enough and just assumed he was some harmless schmuck he could easily get over on.

    Conclusion:

    “If you’re so smart, why aren’t you rich” was generally well received by fans of the show and went down in history as one of the most memorable episodes of the entire series. I give this cautionary tale of greed, guilt and doubt in one’s own potential a five out of five good night’s sleep, and I’ll see you on the next one.

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  • Selena, 30 years later — A tragedy that could have been prevented

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    B. Lorenzo Buckinchere

    Mar 30, 2025

    March 31, 1995, the day the music died. Thirty years later, her murderer is eligible for parole, and is not the least bit remorseful. But what a coincidence that her parole eligibility concurs with the thirtieth anniversary.

    It is the end of the month, and time once again for our monthly review here on this site.

    Our muse for the month of March is Selena, the Tejana singer whose promising life was tragically cut short in 1995 at the hands of Yolanda Saldivar, her deranged fan club leader turned agent whose obsession with Selena bordered on psychosis, and led her to commit the unthinkable.

    Tomorrow is the thirtieth anniversary of the death of Selena, and a fitting time to reflect on what happened, why it happened, and why it is a cautionary tale for those who may be a bit too easily trusting.

    Origins:

    Selena Quintanilla, known simply by her stage name, Selena, was a Mexican-American singer, the youngest of three children born to Abraham and Marcella Quintanilla on April 16, 1971 in Freeport, Texas.

    Her father, Abraham, who is himself a musician, discovered Selena’s musical talent when she was six years of age, and would often allow his children to perform at his restaurant. However, the family relocated to Corpus Christi, Texas in 1981 after falling on hard times.

    While there, Abraham promoted Selena Y Los Dinos, a newly formed band that started out by performing on street corners and at weddings before releasing their first album, which was the same name as their band in 1984.

    Selena soon became a household name in the “Tejano” genre, and went on to producing several other albums, including; Dulce amor in 1988, Selena in 1989, her debut solo album, and Dreaming of You in 1995, released posthumously.

    A match made in hell:

    Selena first crossed paths with Yolanda Saldivar after Saldivar attended one of her concerts during the early 1990s. It was not long after that Saldivar started a fan club for Selena with the permission of Selena’s father who was still her manager at the time, and appointed herself as the club’s president.

    Saldivar soon relocated from San Antonio to Corpus Christi with the intent of getting closer to Selena, and was soon seen everywhere with her, always by her side. Saldivar eventually became Selena’s agent as well as the manager for her clothing boutique, Selena’s Etc.

    By then, Saldivar had become too overly involved in all of Selena’s affairs for someone who Selena barely knew. But it was too late, Selena was already in too deep.

    What happened?

    On the morning of Friday, March 31, 1995, Selena agreed to meet Saldivar alone at a motel in Texas in order to question her about the possibility that Saldivar was embezzling money from her boutique and fan club.

    At some point during the altercation, Selena was shot in the shoulder and rushed to a nearby hospital where she was pronounced dead later that afternoon after several failed attempts to revive her. She was just two weeks shy of her 24th birthday.

    Saldivar was finally apprehended by police and the FBI after a nine hour standoff that was eerily similar to the OJ Simpson standoff the year prior. She was subsequently tried in a court of law, found guilty by a jury of her peers, and sentenced to life in prison with the possibility of parole after thirty years.

    The mind of a murderer:

    Saldivar had intentionally set out from day one to make Selena her muse whether or not she was willing, and she was granted unearned access into Selena’s life much too easily. Saldivar developed an obsession with the power of Selena’s charisma, and the fact that she was able to attract a large audience from all walks of life.

    She envied Selena. She wanted that power all to herself. Otherwise she wanted to go down in history as the one who was solely responsible for erasing the grace and charisma that was Selena from the face of the earth, forever.

    Saldivar knew that doing so would make her famous, and she is correct because isn’t she now famous? It is important to note that there are some who want to eat off your name by any means necessary, and they don’t care how they do it. The end justifies the means.

    These are very dangerous people because they have made up their minds that they have nothing to lose from destroying the life of their muse. And if they cannot become famous, they will gladly settle for being infamous, even if they have to be infamous behind bars. It’s worth it to them.

    What made it possible?

    I believe that Selena was a bit naive and too overly trusting of the intentions of a stranger. First of all, she didn’t know this woman from a can of paint. What made her think that she could trust Saldivar enough to grant her unearned access into her life?

    Secondly, there are some who believe that her father was too controlling and mistrustful, and I can understand if perhaps Selena wanted to venture out on her own, and develop her own sense of identity.

    But at the tender age of 23 years, Selena couldn’t possibly be hip to all the ways of human nature. Her early success and support from her father had afforded her a rather sheltered life that the average 23 year old is not privy to in this world.

    Thirdly, trusting people is dangerous in general, but this is especially true if you are who some may call a “chosen one.” In other words, if you are gifted and you know exactly who you are, and you choose to answer the calling that was placed on your life since birth to achieve something exceptional on the world stage.

    All normies are fake, stupid and unoriginal, hence why they are normies to begin with. So if you are not a normie, you are therefore eccentric without any effort. You stick out like a sore thumb and human predators can spot you coming ten miles away.

    People will make you their muse and create agendas around your life for their own benefit. In short, if you are on stage you are already enough of a target as it is, and human nature is fickle and peculiar, so you must expect the agendas to come, and thus respond by enforcing thorough access control.

    Even if Selena did not want to rely too much on her father, she could have asked one of her former band members, or someone with whom she is already familiar to help her run her business and her fan club. But instead, she chose to involve someone whose intentions were not clear to her.

    Fourthly, Yolanda told Selena to meet her at a motel, and to come alone, and Selena agreed. She should have reminded Yolanda that she doesn’t give the orders around here, and then ordered Yolanda to meet her on her own terms, with eyewitnesses present. Whenever someone says, “meet me at some random, sleazy motel off the freeway, and come alone,” it’s usually trouble.

    Personal Takeaway:

    Predators like to heat check their targets before going in for the kill, just to see who they can target, and what they can get away with. When they see that you are famous, talented and boundaryless, that is every predator’s wet dream.

    They don’t always get the target they want, sometimes they have to settle for who they can get, otherwise they would go without. You can disarm them by learning all that you can about human nature, and by asserting an impenetrable fortress of steel around you at all times. Don’t be their wet dream, become their worst nightmare.

    Possibility of Parole:

    Saldivar would have become eligible for parole as of today’s date, March 30. However, the Texas parole board rejected Saldivar’s parole petition a few days ago on March 27.

    This is a most welcome move on their part as setting Selena’s murderer free so close to the anniversary of her death would have been an insult to her fans and loved ones, and above all else, her memory. Saldivar will again be eligible for parole in five years, and I hope that good sense prevails once again. She is to remain behind bars until her final breath.

    Thirty years later, where might she have been:

    Selena would have turned 54 years of age two weeks from now on April 16. I can envision a happy life where she would have been married with kids. By now, her kids would be grown with kids of their own, which would have made Selena a grandmother.

    And with numerous album releases throughout the years, her career would likely have catapulted into mainstream success, the likes of which would have only been matched by the success of Beyonce. She might have eventually landed a couple of roles on daytime soaps, plus numerous film and television cameos.

    Conclusion:

    In closing, let me say that I am not fear mongering in any way, I am simply saying to be careful when dealing with strangers, and remember to keep those boundaries up. I give this true crime cautionary tale on trust and boundaries a four out of five double pepperoni thin crust pizzas.

    Thank you all for reading, and I will see you on the next one.

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  • A post-modern take on Maslow’s Hierarchy

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    B. Lorenzo Buckinchere

    Feb 9, 2025

    As a human being, one will experience different needs at different times of life. It is a part of being alive, and you will have these needs as long as you remain living. There are different needs that will arise at different times of your life, based on your current story arc. Some needs are more basic than others, such as food, warmth and water. The more basic the need, the more likely it is to be repetitive.

    Of all the philosophers to explore the nuances of the human condition, none has come close to breaking down the hierarchy of needs quite like Abraham Maslow, an American psychologist of Russian-jewish heritage who lived between 1908 and 1970.

    Maslow first proposed the hierarchy of needs in his 1943 paper, “A Theory on Human Motivation,” where he listed a five tier structure containing a group of human needs in ascending order, suggesting that the fulfillment of one need would motivate an individual to tackle the following need on the chain.

    Maslow’s hierarchy is controversial, and contains some inconsistencies. Due to its hierarchical structure, many are of the few that the order of each need must remain intact, as one is not able, or should not be able to skip levels. But in spite of its imperfections, Maslow’s hierarchy is nonetheless the most frequently referenced hierarchy as it pertains to human growth and motivation.

    On the first tier, there are physiological needs, which include; breathing, food, water, warmth, clothing and sex. On the second tier, there are safety needs, such as; money, housing and transportation. On the third tier, there are social needs, such as; family, friends, sexual intimacy and a sense of community belonging.

    On the fourth tier, there are needs of esteem, such as graduating from college, releasing an album, publishing a book, or getting married. Then there is the fifth tier on the hierarchy, a need for self-actualization.

    Maslow may have structured his hierarchy with the best intentions in mind, however, there are some inconsistencies relating to the order of achievement. For example, except for breathing, one typically doesn’t expect for physiological fulfillment to be freely given unless one is a child, or disabled.

    Even with adult disabilities, one would have to be lucky enough to live in a country with a good welfare program, or else be left for dead. However, that is the exception. For the most part, you need a job in order to buy food. But in order to gain employment and maintain it, one needs to be liked and accepted by the group, or else they will either be used and discarded, or flat out rejected right off the bat.

    Social acceptance comes from level three on the hierarchy, so therefore, based on that reason alone, it seems as though one should gain social acceptance first in order to survive.

    Social acceptance is usually rooted in childhood connections that would have otherwise lasted a lifetime. But what if you constantly relocated throughout your childhood? Or what if you are just socially awkward? What if you are just an introvert?

    Centuries ago, or in fact, even as recent as the 1980s, you would be left for dead without social support. Conformity is primordially ingrained deep within our collective subconscious, that is why all normies would rather conform to society than embrace their true nature.

    Luckily today, with the advent of the internet, you can literally create something that adds value to the lives of others, and pay someone who is naturally more socially outgoing to market it for you. If you find that you are naturally an introvert, I recommend becoming an author and enjoying the benefits of faceless fame, the best of both worlds.

    However, creating something that adds esteem is found at level four of the hierarchy. One may choose to approach the hierarchy based on one’s own tastes and interests.

    For example, an extravert seeking employment may prioritize social conformity, even to the detriment of morality, while an introvert may choose to prioritize esteem. Another cause for concern is being able to secure food with no safe place to leave it, or no transport to even procure it.

    So here is my revised version of Maslow’s hierarchy as it relates to modern life. Particularly as it relates to eccentric introverts, because my blog is not for normies.

    First of all, make safety a priority. Once you are safe, do some soul searching with the intent of discovering your niche. This requires long, lonely periods of isolation from the world. My advice to set you up on the right path for rediscovering your niche is to remember what you loved to do when you were 18.

    It also helps if you keep in mind that you will naturally be good at whatever it is that you enjoy doing. That niche will provide esteem while also providing for all of your physiological and safety needs.

    Once you have rediscovered your niche and you are dedicated to your purpose, you will find that the right social support naturally forms around you. Others with whom you share a common interest will naturally gravitate towards you as they too become inspired.

    So once again to recap, safety first, then esteem, then physical needs, then social support. Self-actualization can only be achieved by becoming exceptionally good at performing your niche, the very best. And that can only be achieved through many decades of consistently showing up and honing your craft.

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  •    Biden drops out of presidential race

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    B. Lorenzo Buckinchere

    Jul 28, 2024

    President Biden has announced that he will not be seeking re-election in November’s presidential race. The 81 year old president made his announcement last weekend on July 21.

    Though his reasons for forfeiting the race may never be publicly disclosed, it can be speculated that they are due to his advanced age and possible failing health.

    The president’s health has long been a topic of debate, as he has shown signs of cognitive decline. His many bloopers are evident throughout his media appearances over the last few years, and makes good material for late night comedy.

    It is very possible that those bloopers could be more related to chronic speech impairment, than it is to cognitive decline. But the way you are perceived in the public eye is sometimes more important than your true character, and running for president is one such time.

    Biden has caused America to appear more vulnerable on the world stage, and his departure is welcomed as a most positive turn of events. If he were to get re-elected, he would be 82 years at the beginning of his second term.

    Four years later at the end of that term, he would be 86, but I don’t think he would have made it that far. At the rate in which he was going, congress would be forced to invoke the 25th amendment at some point during his term to replace him with vice-president Harris.

    If he is going to fall out of the race, he could not have chosen a better time. I believe that he will serve out the remainder of his current term, which ends on January 20. Quit while you’re still ahead. Do it for the sake of your dignity.

    Now for the question of who will become the next democratic candidate. Few have speculated that Hillary Clinton would be the most popular choice. But it is obvious to me that vice-president Kamala Harris is the likeliest choice, seeing as how she is already so close to the presidency.

    It is even more evident when you consider that her campaign reportedly received $81 million in donations within the first 24 hours, before she’s even had a chance to officially enter the race.

    This is no surprise to me, as I have always speculated that Biden was just warming the seat for the de facto president, while she gained popularity from riding his ticket.

    This is not good. It is a relief to finally see the back of Biden, but Harris is not much of a better choice for the American people. Never leave a woman to do a man’s job.

    Harris was going to become the president one way or another, and Biden dropping out of the race is the best way it could have played out. This is disastrous for the future of our country. In many ways, Harris is worse than Biden.

    Not only will Harris make history as the first female president of the United States, but she will also become the first feminist president. It is also expected that she will support other far left agendas, such as; LGBT, dreamers, etc. Basically picking up right where Obama left off, back to business as usual.

    Patriarchal chauvinists won’t have a leg to stand on in Harris’ America. Feminists will feel emboldened to attack and disparage us with impunity. Free speech will become illegal, but only when we have something to say.

    As I was saying in last week’s article, the far left has no regard for the glorious constitution of our noble republic, only for their own agendas. Only the right are truly patriotic. We believe in the capitalist free market and the great American press. And we will do whatever it takes to protect our homes, families and beliefs.

    Fortunately for us, our enemy’s camp has erupted into disrepute. If we want to make America great again, now is our chance. With Biden out of the race, and Harris in the lead, there is but one hope for the future of this country. Take advantage of the confusion while we still can.