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  • The solution for having a scarcity mindset

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    B. Lorenzo Buckinchere

    Mar 15, 2026

    Many people within modern society have a scarcity mindset without even realizing it. If you were born into mediocrity, likely from having working-class parents, then scarcity was taught to you before you could understand language, and initially you never stood a chance.

    As a result, you probably went through life in survival mode, often accepting less than you actually deserve for the sake of survival, and ultimately having nothing worthwhile to show for it. However, that is not to say that you cannot unlearn scarcity, and build the life of your dreams.

    Obviously, the first thing to do is to change your environment. Move out of the ghetto. You change your zip code by increasing your income, and you increase your income by improving your skill set.

    So with that said, it’s either you go back to school to learn something marketable, or you find a way to monetize a natural gift or talent that you have. With the internet, and the advent of AI, your claim to fame has never been easier throughout all of history.

    There is no kind, or easier way for me to say this, but the very second thing you must do is to ditch your loser friends. Definition of losers?

    Anybody who is a religious zealot to the extent that they are of no earthly good to the people around them.

    Anybody who glorifies the ghetto mentality, or ghetto expressions as an excuse to not do better, and then actually mock those who show up and do the fucking work.

    Anybody who glorifies poverty when that’s literally not how nature had intended for us to live.

    What part of watching a dying child roast with fever knowing you don’t have enough money to buy medicine for her, or risk starting a fire in the middle of a blizzard because you have no other choice but to use the oven to keep warm seems like a good idea to you?

    That right there is real poverty!

    The one no one talks about!

    A part of ditching your loser friends is to change your zip code. But what is the point of changing your zip code just to go right back to hanging out on the block within the first week of you moving?

    That’s literally how you get people who say, “you can take them out the ghetto, but you can’t take the ghetto out of them.” Your upgrade is literally a complete and permanent one. These are the days you used to pray for.

    “These streets don’t love you, fam!”

    Let the cautionary tale of Nipsey Hustle’s death be an example of why you shouldn’t be that guy.

    Finally, change your vernacular. Language has been scientifically proven to re-wire the human brain.

    You are how you speak!

    That’s why they tell you to speak like how you wish to write. So with that said, here are just a few examples of words that I personally use on a regular basis to put me in a different mental frame.

    Job:

    The word job is often associated with normies, and literally spells Just Over Broke. Having a job is not poverty, but sacrificing your own dreams to fuel someone else’s is definitely a form of mediocrity. Furthermore, have you ever heard the wealthy say, “I’m going to my job?” No! They say that they’re going to work. But I personally prefer to say, “I’m going to carry out my duties.”

    Save:

    They tell you that you gotta save if you wanna be rich. “Live below your means,” they say. “Consumption is a sin.” No! Actually, over-consumption is unwise. It’s not even a sin, but it is definitely unwise in the sense that peacocking doesn’t actually grant you any financial leverage. Even so, saving is but one form of leverage, and can be compared to a telegram cable versus Whatsapp. Have you ever heard the wealthy telling their kids to save? Neither have I. Instead, they tell them to invest. Better yet, they teach them how.

    Hustler:

    Now this next one is for the streets! Instead of saying that you’re a hustler on your grind, why not simply say that you are a businessman negotiating a contract. Doesn’t that sound more respectable?

    And don’t even get me started on racial slurs turned into terms of endearments by changing the suffix. No other ethnicity on the planet has taken on an insult as something endearing, except one.

    It’s time we cut the bullshit and learn how to command better respect for ourselves if we want the world to respect us.

    © 2026 The Buckinchere Publication, SP.

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  • 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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  • Plate vs. Sandwich — The elegance of food

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    B. Lorenzo Buckinchere

    Mar 1, 2026

    In the hustle and bustle of modern life, most people can hardly find the time to enjoy a decent meal. It’s just grab and go! Pizza? Sandwiches? Wraps? You name it! Anything that can be eaten on the go. And don’t even mention breakfast. Outside of the south, breakfast is just one giant sugar rush.

    But did you know that if you don’t take the time to signal to your brain that it’s time to eat, it may lead to anxiety, and indigestion, among other complications? That is because your stomach is trying to digest while you are still working, so it’s going into overdrive.

    That is one of the main problems with the status quo of the modern American workforce, and the work schedules of most blue-collar employees, even entry-level white-collar.

    I was not shocked, though still amazed to learn that two-hour lunch breaks are customary in Paris. They have enough time for some wine and croissants with a four-course meal, then maybe go for a walk before returning to the office.

    Two hours lunch breaks in Paris, but only a 30 minute unpaid break in California. And even then, they literally had to charge companies a penalty if the employee’s break is cut short by even a minute.

    Ever since we started prioritizing productivity over things such as, health, family, and community, art and elegance has been scornfully discarded, and our health and palate both suffer because of it.

    We have been so deeply conditioned to accept things that are ugly; ugly cities, ugly buildings, ugly cars (have you seen the stupid, rectangular Tesla trucks?), ugly language, and now, ugly food, that we don’t even know what’s good anymore.

    And anyone who threatens the order by calling this shit out, is ostracized for it, and labeled a heretic. Or in modern terms, a weirdo “Quit being a sore loser, dude!”

    Men in particular get the worst of it. We are expected to be the rock of an ungrateful civilization, bearing all of the burden, yet we have no moral support whenever we do burn out, and you wonder why our wives often live longer than us.

    Can you imagine eating a sandwich and a beer for dinner? Yet there are many who do exactly that, so long as their bellies are full.

    As we collectively raise the consciousness of this plain, and transcend from employment to creativity, I invite you to eat your lunch as you would your dinner.

    Slow down to a walk. Sit around the table versus sitting on a couch in front of the television. Put on some jazz and pour yourself a glass of wine. I know you’re probably hungry, but don’t forget to shift the drapes, or turn on the lamp if it’s cloudy.

    Choose steak or salmon over a hamburger. Choose spaghetti over pizza. Choose roast potatoes over a sandwich, or anything gluten related. Plate it to artisan standards, and drizzle some pan drippings over the sliced meat. No heavy gravies necessary unless that truly fits your palate.

    Chew thirty-two times before swallowing. Pause and give your brain a minute to catch up. Then you can take-in another forkful versus shoveling grub like you’re in a military mess hall.

    Sip your wine, not chug it. Even if it’s beer, still sip it. It’s ok to indulge in slow mornings. Speaking of mornings, have your lunch a little earlier than your boss would allow. I would say 11 instead of 12. What say you?

    By the way, I’m not French, I’m Jamaican. But manners and elegance transcends national boundaries. So does health and comfort. The French may have invented elegance, but why let them monopolize it?

    The world is brutal enough as it is without you adding to it with some brutality of your own. I understand that this article may not be for everyone, but I invite you to share with someone you know, and consider the premise of my message for some future time when you are finally ready to take care of yourself.

    It will reduce stress and add years to your life. Take care of yourself, because no one else will.

    Until next time, bon appetite!

    © 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.

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  • A conversation about male elegance

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    B. Lorenzo Buckinchere

    Feb 15, 2026

    Over the last two articles, I lamented on troubled souls and the red flags that linger like a bad odor. The first red flag was disrespect that is unwarranted. The second was sanitary-mindlessness that’s rooted in laziness.

    But what I failed to mention is the primary cause of their neglectful attitudes. And that cause is insecurity. You see, on the wrong side of the tracks, power primarily comes from outwardly showing superiority, often with disrespect. In those circles, power is generally accepted as being, he who can cross the boundaries of another without consequences.

    As such, insecurity is developed when a man feels the need to be loud, disrespectful, or otherwise abrasive in order to gain power or attention. But the thing to remember is that those are not men, they are boys.

    Meanwhile on the other side of tracks, though there may be exceptions, power generally comes from having an internal locus of control, and is outwardly expressed with manners, and having nothing to prove. They also understand that true power comes from solitude versus attention.

    As such, a man on the right side of the tracks may feel more confident about behaving elegantly in comparison to his redlined counterpart, who may feel peer-pressured to perform toughness in the form of aggression, even if he’d much rather be his normal, elegant self.

    And yes, I said men on purpose, because it’s not only women who are elegant in those circles. In fact, the women in those circles would probably laugh you out of the room if you think you’re going to somehow impress them through acts of vulgarity.

    As a sidebar, men in those circles can be just as aggressive if they wanted to, if not more so because they have more to protect. Instead, they choose to set a good example for their sons by showing they have nothing to prove.

    In the event that they need to defend their position, they don’t fight with their fists. They simply call their attorney.

    If you are a mind-mannered young man from the wrong side of the tracks, life may seem hopeless at first glance. But the thing to remember is that we live in a capitalist country where it is possible, though challenging, to change your zip code, and your social class along with it, so you can be yourself, and not feel pressured to perform unwarranted vulgarity.

    Try your best to get out of the ghetto before it gets to where it’s hard to get the ghetto out of you. Go to evening class. Work two jobs if you must. Or better yet, do what you’re naturally good at, and find a way to make it sell.

    This is most important, specifically because the practice of redlining didn’t only cut you off from resources due to the misfortune of being in the wrong zip code, or in many cases, being of the wrong color. But it also secretly taxed your permission or ability to simply be yourself.

    No one asked to be born in the ghetto, but you also shouldn’t have to ask for permission to have manners and elegance either.

    © 2026 The Buckinchere Publication, SP.

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  • The second red flag that someone is nothing but trouble

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    B. Lorenzo Buckinchere

    Feb 8, 2026

    In last week’s article, I covered the number one red flag that someone is nothing but trouble, which is that they are rude and disrespectful.

    In this week’s article, I will be covering the very second red flag that they will end up causing trouble in the long run, but before you scroll down, you might wanna take a wild guess as to what that could be.

    Ok, ready?

    The answer is ……

    Nasty!

    They are NASTY!

    Whether they are littering the pavement with cigarette butts, or they are scratching behind their ears before handling other people’s food, rudeness and nastiness almost always goes hand in hand. But here’s the thing.

    The root cause of nastiness is laziness. Nasty people are stupid and lazy, and that laziness often spills over into rudeness, especially defensive rudeness when you ask them to wear gloves or wash their hands.

    Isn’t it funny how everybody suddenly needs a hearing aid as soon as you ask them to wash their dirty hands? Their sudden onset of a hearing impairment is an attempt to gaslight you to cover for their own pride and stubbornness.

    Lazy people are inherently stubborn, that is why they are lazy. But if someone is trying to steal your perception of reality by gaslighting you, then that person is being rude by default.

    The main reason why they are also prideful is because they think that by complaining, you are suggesting that it is some kind of moral failure on their part. And if that is what they think, then they are right, but not in the way they may think.

    It’s only a failure if you complain and they don’t apologize and correct their actions. Or if they actively try to deny it, even to the point of gaslighting you, and projecting onto you for it.

    Another reason for their defensiveness is that they think you’re complaining just to scorn them. These are the, “I’m clean! I took a bath!” crowd. And I’m over here like, “yes, you’re clean enough for you, but not clean enough for me.” The moment you picked your nose without washing your hands, you stopped being clean enough for me.

    We used to take better pride in cleanliness and good customer service. But then there was a paradigm shift within the social order of society that made the very opposite more widely acceptable. So then what happened?

    What happened is that rudeness has become so “fashionable” within society, that all of its kin, including nastiness, has followed suit. And it appears that it didn’t take too long for them to catch up. Now it seems to me that they are inseparable, and that one is not complete without the other.

    Solution? Nasty people should never work in restaurants. They should become trash collectors and drain cleaners where they can have the pleasure of revelling in theirs and everybody else’s waste without scrutiny. And if that sounds harsh to you, then let’s raise our standards and enforce them without compromise.

    There are some people out there, few as they are, who take a great deal of pride in serving others and doing so wholeheartedly, and thank goodness for those people. They should be the ones who work in restaurants, and be responsible for children and caring for the elderly.

    © 2026 The Buckinchere Publication, SP.

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  • Who are the light bearers?

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    B. Lorenzo Buckinchere

    Nov 16, 2025

    In last week’s article, I discussed the flying monkeys and what makes them want to harass an innocent person. I also touched on the topic of the light bearer, and the fact that most people want to target them for one reason or another. What I didn’t do is to define who exactly the light bearers are. In this article, I will do exactly that.

    Let me first begin by reminding you that the first red flag to note when dealing with a normie is that they want to put everybody in a box.

    Even if that box isn’t true, or otherwise doesn’t make sense. They can’t just let you live and be yourself. You have to fit one of their pre-determined archetypes, otherwise you don’t exist.

    A damn good example of this is when they often ask a pretty Black girl, “Girl, what you mixed with? You a ‘dougla’, or somethin’?”

    But that’s a normie for you!

    I’ve already mentioned that normies cannot live without group validation. But in order to do so, they have to be fake. Because of that, normies are dead inside, because they sacrificed their true selves a long time ago, just so they could fit in. And because of that, their new life mission is to hunt and destroy anybody who still has their light intact.

    But what is the light?

    You know when social media influencers often say, “they see your light and they don’t want it to exist?” Or they might say, “normies want to dim your light because it triggers their envy and insecurities.” Funny how they never tell you what the light actually is. No one except for Batel Skater and myself, that is.

    When you are born, you have “the light.” No baby is born hating another person, especially over something that they cannot control, such as their age, race, or their gender.

    Every baby was born with LIGHT. Some people call them bright stars or chosen ones. Others call them Indigo children. But it doesn’t matter what you call them. The light is something that comes naturally to them.

    But then, as soon as they literally come out the vagina, a bunch of different labels and expectations are placed upon them. Labels such as race, nationalism, gender, politics, religion, etc. It is then implied through many years of abuse and control that their true selves are not good enough, and they are then given a script. They are not allowed to be themselves after that.

    Most people conform and sacrifice their light for the falsehoods of this fallen world. This is nothing new. History is littered with examples of this. Take the Jim Crow south for example. All of those lynchers were taught to hate. They were also taught not to question the status quo of their time and place.

    The few who do not conform are labeled heretics and weirdos, and are hunted with scorn and malice. Yet it is actually their captors whose perspectives are skewed, and who swear they know everything.

    This is how hate and prejudice are bred. Yet it is those few whom they have labeled heretics who actually have the light, because their true selves are still intact.

    They have to “fix” you into being like them because they cannot understand how you could actually exist without needing them. Only a clown and a false puppet would want to attack or control you simply for existing, and being yourself. The true self doesn’t need to control. It just is.

    If you have the light, most normies are going to want to control it for themselves, or abuse you for having it. They envy you for your light because they gave up theirs, so now they want to limit your potential like crabs in a bucket.

    Which is funny considering if they had your light, you know they would only use it to control others. If this is how they’re already acting without your light, then you don’t have to imagine what they would actually use it for.

    Your light is yours. It is there for your own sustenance. With your light, you can tap into your creativity. It is the very reason why you are able to survive more effectively outside of a group, and actually thrive in some cases.

    Your true self is here to serve as an example to others who are watching. An example to destroy the egos and expectations of the false selves.

    But ultimately, an example to encourage other light bearers to step up and help you defend the faith in each self and the GOD within. They are going to watch anyway. So we might as well give ‘em one for the ages. They may look but not touch.

    This is the final article for 2025. I’ll be going on a two month hiatus beginning next week. All new articles are coming out in February, and I hope you’ll join me then.

    In the meantime, I encourage you to read some of my other articles on the site, as well as my new book, The Buckinchere Collection II, available on Amazon and Barnes and Noble.

    Until next time, happy solstice.

    © Copyright 2025 The Buckinchere Publication, SP.

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  • What kind of people are the narcissist’s flying monkeys?

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    B. Lorenzo Buckinchere

    Nov 9, 2025

    One of the most sadistic things you can experience is getting into an argument with a narcissist and everybody takes their side. This tends to happen more often than not, and it is particularly frustrating because it makes you feel like you cannot win when dealing with those kinds of people.

    Furthermore, it makes the narcissist seem superior to you, and far more popular than you. And with that popularity, they receive the favor of the majority. But why do you think that is? In this article, I will be covering the flying monkey and why they support the narcissist so blindly.

    First of all, what is a flying monkey? The term “flying monkey” is a reference to the wicked witch of the west from “The Wizard of Oz” who sent out magical monkeys with wings to do her bidding.

    The term is now used within communities that support survivors of narcissistic abuse to describe the henchmen of the narcissist who are all too willing to do the narcissist’s bidding.

    Primarily as it relates to stalking, hoovering, enabling, gaslighting and harassment of the former target who has escaped the narcissist’s control. But what kind of person would go out of their way to harass an innocent person who doesn’t want to be bothered? Don’t they have kids, bills and a job to go to?

    The answer is that they are weak.

    These are weak-willed, mediocre people who are not that smart, not fully right upstairs, satisfied with their lot in life, and are thus easier to control. Those reasons alone are exactly why they are normies.

    The first red flag that you are dealing with a normie is that they are loud, fake and satisfied with mediocrity. They also want everybody to be the same. Let’s break it down on an existential level.

    First of all, there are many people who were not born because they were loved, planned for, or cared for. They were born out of the simple fact that two jackasses decided to fuck without a condom.

    Their parents were stupid, dishonest, and racist. And now they are just as stupid, dishonest, and racist as their parents. Soon they will have children of their own who will more or less turn out the same way, and the vicious cycle continues.

    How could you expect those kinds of people to love anyone if their parents never loved them? And how could their parents love them if they never even loved each other, let alone themselves?

    Yet from a very early age, the normie knew that it was always hungry, horny and needed money. It also knew that it wasn’t smart enough to sustain life on its own. So what does it do?

    It joins other normies at work, or in friend groups, and they all fall in line with a certain pecking order that only they can understand. They appoint a “leader” whose leadership qualities are only apparent from their perspectives, be it a boss, or a popular friend in the group. And that “leader” serves its role while they serve their leader.

    They idealize that leader and serve him or her blindly. If that leader wants them to murder an innocent, they will kill that person without question. This is where the danger lies because this is how cults are usually formed.

    With that said, not all normies are evil. Most normies are just unawakened, and trying to go about their regular lives. But there is a lot of evil mixed in among the normies and the lines easily become blurred because it’s hard to tell who’s who.

    This is where evil comes into play. True evil is silent. It watches. It waits. It befriends. Then it strikes when you least expect it, and in ways you would never consider. It strikes by appearing as normal as any normie, and then taking advantage of the confusion.

    Then before you know it, the poor, unsuspecting normies are now part of a friendship gang, or a corporate cult, and the expectation of loyalty makes it hard for them to back out. So they become enablers and go along with evil agendas just for the sake of getting along with everybody.

    This is particularly dangerous because these normies are the same kind of people who drank the Kool-aid in the jungles of Jonestown, Guyana in 1978, and history is doomed to repeat itself. Consider yourselves warned!

    All normie cults have two scapegoats. One is internal, the other is external. The internal scapegoat is that one friend in the group who everybody low key roasts. And the external one?

    He is just the quiet guy who goes to work, minds his business, does his job and goes home without incident, and generally wants nothing to do with them. And everybody HATES him. Why do they hate him?

    Because they feel like he is disrespecting their pecking order by not falling in line and worshipping them. Because he has “The Light” and doesn’t want to be exploited for it.

    Because they cannot wrap their heads around the notion that he truly doesn’t need anybody, and they want to fix the situation to their preference versus respecting the fact that everybody has a different perspective.

    Another reminder of the dangers of group think is that the normie standard is low. They set the bar really low, which makes them low-hanging fruit because of how stupid and easily controllable they all are.

    The admission cost to join their group is that you are required to dim your light so that everybody can be the same. And also to eliminate the risk of triggering people’s envy and insecurities. This is exactly why they are fake.

    They are so fake, and so stupid, that they fail to realize that it is actually their perspectives that’s grossly skewed.

    They’re not for you. You’re not for them. So when you go your own way, and show that you don’t need them, they want to attack you for it.

    And because they are all so weak-willed, not only will they stand by as others abuse you, they will literally join in. The “good” one is only quiet, and a spineless follower.

    They are also probably thinking, “if I let them roast me, what makes you so special?” Once again, they set the bar really low for themselves, and because they swear their perspectives are correct, they set it low for you, too.

    Then the normies celebrate their mediocrity and try to cover up their inherent shame by seeking attention on social media, and going out to nightclubs.

    Be ye not deceived. It is all a facade to make themselves seem way cooler than they actually are, and to make you want them because they thrive on your attention.

    If you fall for it, then this is how they will trap you. Mind you, these are only normie cults, and not all normies. Smart, creative people DO NOT join cults that target innocent people for no reason.

    So what can a light bearer do in this world filled with normies? First of all, what is a light bearer? Join me again next week as I will be discussing it in that article.

    Thanks for reading!

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  • The influence of Prosperity Preaching on Poverty Pride

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    B. Lorenzo Buckinchere

    Nov 2, 2025

    Have you ever noticed that the amount of churches in any given city varies by zip code? For example, poorer neighborhoods have more churches (seems like there is one on every corner like a bodega). But tell me how many churches you are able to find in wealthier neighborhoods. I shall wait but I won’t hold my breath.

    This is not only true within any one country, but also among countries on an international scale. Why do you think all these self-proclaimed “Prosperity Prophets” are setting up churches all over Nigeria, but not in Denmark?

    Why do you think that Ireland, Mexico, and Italy are predominantly catholic, while “whiter” countries are more protestant? The same general concept is true in the United States. The only difference is that we have football, and they have soccer.

    Ever wonder why that is? It’s that way by design. Let’s explore some of the historical, geographical, and socio-economic reasons why that is the case.

    First of all, wealthy neighborhoods do have churches. But there are very few of them, usually historical landmarks from the time of early settlements in that neighborhood. They are either thoroughly spaced out, or there is only one church, and it’s out on the main boulevard. Either way, their neighborhood is not saturated with a bunch of churches, and I can’t exactly say that I blame them. If I had a million bucks, I wouldn’t waste my time going to church either.

    Is it any wonder then, that the wealthy are much further ahead than most normies? And by much further, I do mean light years ahead.

    The poor are poor because they inherently have a victim mindset. They say that the laws of a country are not made in the parliament of that country, but in its pubs. With that said, the men of most countries spend their Saturday nights in the pubs of their cities drowning their sorrows in a bottle and commiserating among themselves that they don’t have any money.

    Then the very next day, their wives drag them to church kicking and screaming. They are forced to give away 10% of their earnings to people who are already rich, and who don’t pay taxes, just so those people can give them false hope to put their trust in a deity outside of themselves to provide for all of their needs.

    All while using their tides to live in one of the historical parts of town where there is only one church. And also to be able to send their kids to college so they one day become your boss and make your life more miserable while you are still stuck at church looking for an answer.

    But while commiserating with other men at the pub on Saturday night, they are supposedly “holding each other accountable,” by saying things like, “man up,” or “life is hard,” or “take it like a champ,” or “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,” and on it goes. You’ve heard it all before, haven’t you?

    Or they might say, “you actually like it easy, you ain’t no real man.” Or, “oh, you just want to leave us all behind for one of those fancy homes in the suburbs. See, I always knew your ass was gay.” Do you know what all those crude remarks are a part of?

    Have you ever heard of a little something called, “Poverty Pride?” It’s when you think that hardship makes you stronger, and that softness makes you weak. They literally equate self-care and elegance to weakness.

    It’s actually quite pathetic. But I also understand that it is just a coping mechanism to face the daily reality of one’s lot in life being less than what they’d hoped for. Poor men have historically had many coping mechanisms for dealing with the reality of their appointed lot.

    Those who don’t drink and beat their wives when they are broke, end up taking it out on their drinking buddies at the pub. Or on the segregated members of society whom they have appointed the permanent underclass of society. Be it African-Americans in the Jim Crow south, or the jews of nazi Germany, or the Romani people of Romania, more famously referred to as gypsies.

    Then there are the prosperity preachers who “set up shop” in depressed communities for the sake of exploiting the people’s need to believe that their sustenance somehow lies in the hands of something outside of themselves.

    The city planners allow them to do so, and they don’t charge them taxes for it, because they say it’s not for profit. Yet, they get to buy a fancy car every year and send their kids to college. The actual church building may be not for profit, but the pastor’s salary surely is (or should be).

    What the prosperity prophets say may sound good to the ears of those who are hungry and desperate. “Hold faith! That job is coming!” Or some may say, “That promotion is coming! That rich, handsome man is coming with the ring and the keys to the mansion.” You get the idea.

    By the way, these so-called prophets love to target poor single mothers living in the ghetto. But what they are actually teaching is learned helplessness on a massive scale.

    The primary danger of learned helplessness is that anyone who appears like they are coming to help you is really only coming to control you. And if you don’t comply, they will take it away, as well they should. It’s their resource and you must learn to do for yourself.

    When they have you standing at the altar, and they are prophesying over your life, how come they never actually say, “you are going to go back to school,” or “you have what it takes to start your own business?”

    They never actually tell you how smart and capable you are. But they are always quick to say, “That job is coming! That man is coming! That visa is coming!”

    Now here’s the thing to remember. The wealthy pamper themselves without apology. Life is too short, and they work too damn hard for their money not to be able to enjoy it.

    So the next time the prosperity preacher tells you that your blessing is right around the corner, you just gotta have faith and give us 10% of your earnings.

    Or the next time your loser friends at the pub tell you to tough it out like a man, tell them to tell the prosperity preacher to tough it out. Tell them to tell their boss at work who lives in the historical one-church neighborhood to take it like a man, and see how quickly they don’t get their asses fired.

    They always have unsolicited advice for the powerless that conveniently puts the blame right back on the sufferer. Don’t you think that makes them cowardly hypocrites?

    In the end, no one is coming to save you. Not your parents. Not your boss. Not your church. Not the demiurge.

    Only you!

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  • 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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  • Hurt People Hurt People???

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    B. Lorenzo Buckinchere

    Oct 19, 2025

    Wanna know the main difference between a psychopath and a sociopath? A psychopath was born that way, and a sociopath was socialized to be that way.

    They say that hurt people hurt people. As true as that may be, it is really only half of the story. The other half is that there is literally nothing wrong with some of these people, and it has everything to do with whether they are a psychopath or a sociopath.

    A sociopath was born as any baby was born. Full of love and not hating anyone. But as he grew into a man, he was conditioned through abuse and trauma to hate anyone who does not look and sound just like him. He was told to shut up, or to blame others for all his problems.

    As such, the sociopath goes through life full of shame, neglect, feelings of unworthiness, a need to project all of his negative self-talk, and an insatiable need for external validation.

    All this trauma erodes away at his self-esteem, and ultimately his inner core. The core is your true self, and when it dies, all you have left is your ego. Your ego only cares about survival. Your ego is what tells you that you have to become a monster if you are to survive.

    All of your wisdom comes from your inner core, and an ego without the core is unchecked and dangerous. So with his core gone, the sociopath ends up bleeding on those who didn’t cut him.

    As a sociopath, it becomes increasingly difficult to form relationships, as you will only alienate potential allies. However, the sociopath’s saving grace is that he wasn’t born sick. With the proper therapy and mental support, he can revert back to his original state. Challenging as it may be, because the ego is stubborn.

    Because the ego is stubborn, the sociopath often chooses instead to become fake and join fake normie groups, such as work friendships, shallow friendship groups, church families and family cliques, etc.

    They think it is the easiest way to be offered protection. But here’s the catch. Your empathy as well as your loyalty to the group will be tested sooner or later. Normie groups are full of envy, competition and insecure people, and you will be expected to attack an innocent target to prove yourself to the group.

    If you refuse, then they will all turn on you. These normie groups are social gangs hiding in plain sight. They are full of peer pressure, and most people sadly end up pandering to the group because they are pathetic, and they want as much as possible to resist upsetting the apple cart.

    Ok, that was the sociopath. Then there are psychopaths. There is literally nothing wrong with them, except that they were born sick, and they will never change.

    The psychopath only cares about power. Not the many nuances of power that I discussed on this blog site in the month of July. Only control.

    They are otherwise fine. They are not starving. They are not sick. They are not homeless. They are not cold. They are not thirsty. They are not dying. They are only CRAZY! Think about it!

    A man dying of thirst in the desert is not thinking about control. He is thinking about water. Water and a ride into town. Not even women are at the immediate forefront of his mind at that moment. When he makes it back into town, his true nature will gradually come back as he begins to recover. But when he is dying of thirst in the desert, water is his only concern.

    With that analogy in mind, the psychopath will waste water and money for the sake of punishing or blackmailing someone he wants to control.

    Imagine that? Wasting resources as scarce and as unrenewable as water and money. Or even food and car fuel. Imagine wasting food because you just don’t want someone else to have it.

    Yet the psychopath will literally waste resources because nothing matters more than control to them. They will waste your time and have you going around in circles all day. They will breadcrumb you with droplets of dopamine hits, then pull the rug out from under you so they get an even bigger high. Whenever they wave at you, they’re saying “hi” hoping you would say “how high?”

    Anyway, the bottom line is, they will do or say anything, including wasting resources in order to control you. Nothing is more important to them than the game they have in their heads. Does that sound like a hurt person hurting people? Or does that sound like a damned psychopath?

    If you are a sociopath, you can either become a sadist or a masochist later in life. The psychopath is a born sadist. Some people are just born sick and there is nothing you can do about it.

    Only the empath is a hedonist.

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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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