In a Perfect World

Someone recently asked me, “Why do you do all the shit that you do? You have a podcast you’ve been doing for four years now trying to help men knowing good and well men are hardheaded. You write articles every single Sunday even though you have no idea if anyone is reading them. You live in the gym, you drive a motorcycle in which I have endless horror stories I could share, you’re 42 years old with a boxing coach, you’re an aspiring…I don’t know… DJ/Bartender, and when you go out, you party as if there’s no tomorrow…for why Walt!?”

No Doubt. Here’s why…

October. 28, 2020…

“Mr. Bright, you will have to have surgery so that we can remove what looks to be…cancer.”

June. 15, 2021…

Dear Mr.Bright,

I wanted to inform you of your recent lab results. If you have any questions or concerns, please call the Urology Clinic at (***) ***-****.

Urine Cytology:

Results:

Your urine cytology shows no cancer.

Action:

Further testing is not needed at this time. Keep your regular primary care appointments.

Sincerely,

Let’s Go 2 Work.

In a perfect world, men would be able to lay up under their women 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. We would get to be ourselves and be loved just for simply existing. We could be fat fucks and somehow still remain irresistible to our significant other. We could fart whenever, look like whatever, and smell like whatever, and our women would still find it impossible to keep their hands and eyes off of us. There would be no need to compete or worry about the next man because all women would be loyal to their one and only dusty, crusty, pathetic waste of human flesh. At the same time, there are many things that wouldn’t exist in this perfect world. There would be no Uber Eats or fast food at one in the morning or Netflix & Chillin. There would be no roads with bridges, no plumbing systems, no electricity. Why? Who’s going to produce it? What reason would any man have to be creative and inventive enough to create a business? Who the fuck is going to get up and go to work when the whole reason men do what they do is no longer required to get vagina?

God is a genius.

God loves man. God wants man to do shit. Man loves woman. Woman loves man who does shit. Man goes and does some shit, and some more shit, and a little more shit. Man gets woman because shit got done…genius.

God put this thing in women that makes them need, want, and love a man who is productive. Women just love men who can produce, is producing, or at least plans to produce. This is why they love actors, singers, athletes, men in uniform, and drug dealers, because at the end of the day they’re all just men doing shit that they can see. If God didn’t make women this way, do you understand nothing would ever get done? Therefore, if a man wants his woman to not only need him but also desire him, he must put his purpose above all else. Somewhere along the line, we men believed we could outsmart the design God created and thought we could somehow cheat the system by acting like nice guys, by being male feminists, and by becoming simps. But the only way to truly win at this game of life in the long run is to put purpose first and women second.

The car you drive, your phone, your streaming services, the food you eat, your air conditioning, fucking everything you use is available to you because there’s men out here smart enough to know that they can’t cheat the game and if they don’t produce, they will never get the type of pussy that they want. This is not a fucking perfect world. We CANNOT lay up under our women 24/7. Women don’t give a fuck about who you are, not for real, they instinctively only care about what you do, and thank God for that because a perfect world would suck dick.

Now go be fruitful got dammit.

WALT FACTUAL

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