The extrovert delusion


I love this quote by Mary Walsh. It was in review of Susan Cain’s book titled: Quiet, the power of introverts in a world that can’t stop talking.

To say I am excited to read this book is an understatement. Without spoiling it too much, the praises are never ending and it’s description is something that appeals to me.
I’m utterly dissatisfied with the status quo of my and my fellow younger generations. Their utter disregard for the quiet achiever’s resolve, focus and ability is an imbecilic crime against ourselves and one another.

The worship of the extrovert has done nothing more than create a culture so superficially void and defunct that we will be feeling the pain of our momentary lapse in the time-space of eternity for a very long time.

We will be remembered for our ignorance and our ability to purposefully dumb each other down. Self inflicted stupidity, lack of intelligence seen as cool and the praise of self-admittance to lack of literary and educational prowess are so prevalent that if you differ, you’re an outcast waiting for the barrage of psychiatrists to invent a disease for your condition.

I am somewhat saddened but feel this overwhelming urge to forge an army of intelligent people, introverts of the highest order, the ones who care not for the glamour and fame but the ones who would sit for hours on end watching an organism grow so that they can record and understand it more in the wider scope of other organism, in hope to find a cure to help if but one person, just because he or she WANTS to. The ones who will strum their guitar until their fingers bleed so they can play a riff of perfection to make your hairs stand on end, one riff, that is all. The ones who will not stop reading until they have encompassed enough inside themselves to be able to pass if only one tenth of what they know on to another generation. The ones who will not separate a relentless drive and ambition for business success from morals and ethics and fight their ego despite the pressure of outside forces in their dealings. The ones who will throw away canvas upon canvas, waste oil and wear brushes, be buried in their rooms for days or weeks to produce a visual treat.

Introverts are belittled by default, but try as you may, when the shit hit’s the fan, the extroverts don’t know what to do, it’s to the ones who spent enough time resolving themselves that we all turn to, to their knowledge, wisdom, abilities or at least their candour and calm in the wake of the storms around us.

Next time you feel like making fun of or joining in on a back-biting and gossip session about the new kid at school or the employee who drinks water instead of beer at your social gatherings or the person in the street who just doesn’t quite fit in, know that they might have a few years or leagues above you, gained only by their introversion.

Do yourself a favour and add this book to your collection.


There is no time


Give me an inch and I’ll take a mile.

That’s the least I can do as life keeps taking things from me.

It’s not a joke.

Your senses must be really dull,

if you’re not overwhelmed by the pressure of losing out.

I don’t like sleep for that very reason.

There is so much for me to do,

things I will miss out on.

The book I need to read,

the writers mind I need to get into,

to understand one more human being,

their ability to convey a message,

to artistically communicate,

to mash a jumble of letters together,

and have it move someone.

If I give that inch away,

I will get suckered in the nose.

Prize fighting is serious business,

hurt business.

No one likes losing in business.

If I give that inch,

my son will take a mile and run with it.

He’ll be off in the wrong direction,

if I don’t steer that inch.

If I give that inch,

I’ll miss the mile wide sunrise.

Poverty stricken people,

who give inches.

They aren’t rich in life’s experiences.

They give inches,

and life takes miles from them

If I give that inch,

instead of taking it,

you won’t see the mile from me.

Perhaps one person will miss out,


but one.


Ugly traits in men


I see no uglier traits in a man than three things. The first of them being cowardice. The second,  lack of truthfulness and the third being a lack of physicality.

All three are fuelled by comfort and the fear of losing it.
As Rollo in the quoted picture above says, the opposite of cowardice is an inability for a person to stand up on their own, against the tide, against the status quo and the comfort of men and women.

Ayn Rand put it best when she said:


Non conformity for the sake of arrogant rebellion is even worse than conformity. One can accidentally be swept by a wave of conformity, fall into comfort and not look outside its boundaries in fear of causing some kind of pain, but to purposely rebel for no valid reason other than to draw attention to oneself, to ride the hippie train of ‘individualism’ without valid action and end goals is as putrid as cowardice gets.

Dishonesty is the fuel for cowardice and primarily, dishonesty with oneself, deluding ones SELF into comfort and lack of action leads down all kinds of disastrous paths. Telling yourself you’re still tired and not getting up on time, lying to yourself and pretending you don’t have the time to do a 30 minute workout during the day, lying to yourself and pretending you’re not cheating on your partner by flirting with men or women, deceiving your employer by pretending to be working behind your desk whilst on social media all day and the list of lies we tell ourselves all day goes on forever. Start with extreme honesty with yourself and you can progress into honesty with others.

Finally men who don’t energise themselves by engaging in physical activity are despicable. There is no excuse for any male from five years of age until fifty years of age not to engage in some kind of movement or labour.

Movement is life. Stagnant water becomes impure. Moving water is fresh, drinkable and useable. If something is still it dies.
Rigor mortis is the condition of stiffness in the muscles post death because all chemical activities cease. There is no more movement of nutrients, cells, enzymes, blood and oxygen. The body stops.

Without continuously forcing ones body through movement,  the regeneration of cells and renewed life ceases. If the brain does not get used, certain neural activity blunts and near stops being available. Like the body, the brain needs it’s exercise and movement.Nothing in your body survives without movement, therefore when we say a lack of physicality we should extend this to the physicality of the mind too.

The way of men is readiness. The modern creep of conformist laziness, cowardly disassociated idleness and brazen ‘chickenshitery’ is revolting. Men gawk at walking a kilometre to attend to a need. Women plan nine months in advance how to be bathing in the comfort of a liar psychologist who convinces her having a baby is cause for depression.
Gimme a break and eat a spoon of…… Scratch that, eat a bowl of cement and harden the fuck up.



I love this. Can’t add to it in fear of soiling it. Perfect.

Kashif Sajjad

Inshallah. Aka God willing. If Allah wills.
Upon hearing this divine statement the cheeks of the skies themselves would blush from shyness. He has whispered a word so profound, surpassing our heights it has flown to our highness. Whatever endeavour I take upon my shoulders, whatever desires I have are pending on God’s consent and approval. But is it if God wills? or is it God please will?
Forgive me, but I must be honest. Perhaps the most insincere promises are accompanied by the condition of God’s ratification. Now a graceless bird fluttering in the wind, in pursuit of finding it’s right as a once noble statement.
Now disengaged from the skies above, the word spills on to the ground from blackened lips with such severe intensities. What once echoed a man’s strength and virtue, now a dressing applied to cover intended lies and hide hollow sincerities. It aches to…

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After watching this movie, I have to agree, this guy is a downright scum bag. Chris Kyle has been made a hero by Eastwood and a blatant lie of his character portrayed on the big screen. After watching this movie I felt sick to my stomach and lost respect for Eastwood as a director and for Bradley for playing the part. None of these people have spines. They’re slimy snakes and I am glad so many people are waking up to this absolute bollocks that is hoorah, hoorah America.

Land of the enslaved, home of the cowards. Keep your country and your ideas within your own borders and the world would be a much better place.


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Ego downgrade



One of the most destructive things you can do as a parent is to never check your child’s ego. You then raise a person that grows to be a spoiled brat well into their adult life. A monster that everyone has to step out of the way for as their ego fills the room and bulldozes all that is in front.

They make lousy spouses, lousy employees and indecent human beings that run through life with blinders on, tunnel visioned in their ignorance of people around them. If you haven’t been taught from a young age about how to subdue your ego, do yourself a favour and pick up a book or two by the great Muslim Sufi scholars who are the masters that carried on the traditions of Islam in teaching appropriate human mannerisms and thorough character development to benefit yourself and mankind.