How To Be a Real Man: 5 ways to unleash masculine energy in your day

There’s a lot of talk these days about the importance of masculinity, so it is no surprise this blog has been overwhelmed with correspondence on the topic. So many have reached out to ask me: what does it even mean to be a man these days? What does the “masculine energy” so sought after by our thought leaders even look like?

Being a man is something I know a lot about. I am overflowing with testosterone. So here are my top 5 tips for unleashing masculine energy and living your day like a real man.

1) Wake up and hug a possum

When you wake up, the very first thing you should do – before you have coffee or shower or do any other of those weak-willed feminine activities – is hunt down and hug a possum. You were born to hunt. Express your natural predator instincts by trapping a possum, then give it a big hug. Real men can express their emotions without being afraid of being called “gay”. Honestly, any man who calls you “gay” because you hugged a possum you hunted and trapped is probably just insecure.

2) Fight a possum

Sadly, possums carry a lot of toxicity from their childhoods where they were never taught how to accept love from others. So if you want to hug a possum, you better be willing to fight a possum. That’s what being a man means in 2025, no matter what the “woke” brigade of cultural Marxists trying to tear down society’s traditional gender roles will tell you.

3) Go to work

Men are providers, so wash off all the blood and possum fur and go to work! Stop complaining and earn a living. Can’t afford the bills and have no realistic prospect of ever being able to buy a house, all the while quality of life is increasingly undermined by escalating extreme weather events that suggest the future will be an ever-worsening hellscape increasingly unable to sustain human civilisation? Grind harder!

Seriously, your ancestors out chasing woolly mammoths didn’t complain about “the growing threat of World War III descending into a nuclear holocaust”. Grow up.

4) Apologise to the possum

The first thing you should do when you get back from work is to man up and apologise to the possum. It is not “weak” to admit when you made a mistake when you hunted, trapped then unexpectedly hugged that possum. A real man knows when to say sorry.

5) Get drunk with the possum

True men also know the best way to move on after a fight is to go to the pub together, sink schooners til closing time and then fail to get into a night club coz the cuck bouncer says “you can’t even walk straight and also that’s a fucking possum”. Yes, the woke brigade are now cancelling possums. The possum will probably be like “let’s go man, forget about it” but then the leftards will have won. So when the possum puts its paw on your shoulders to try to lead you away from the bouncer 8 times your size, turn and punch them. Then hug them and tell them you love them. Get a kebab and complain about immigrants ruining our culture. Go home and pass out with your shoes on.

And then, and this is the most important piece of advice anyone can ever give you: wake up and do it again.

Consistency is key to being a man.

Here is "Treaty" by Yothu Yindi, for no particular reason.

It's 2025 and we still don't know what's really going on in Clyde

As 2024 reaches to it's bloodstained close, it's hard not to feel overwhelmed by the horrors of the world. One brutal fact sums it up: it's 2025 and we still have no idea what is really going on in the Western Sydney suburb of Clyde, sandwiched between Auburn and God’s Own Suburb of Granville.

I write this 3,658 kilometres from Clyde. On the other side of the country, I feel a relative safety from their evil forces, but I know too well that their reach is long. Perth maybe the world’s most isolated capital city, but Clyde’s secretive operatives are everywhere

In 2024, I learned the hard way about Clyde’s power to silence those who ask awkward questions. In February, I posted an ill-advised video revealing I had moved from one location in Granville to another, closer to Clyde with a balcony on which I could keep a closer eye on the place I believe to be the Greatest Threat to Human Existence.

Mere weeks later, the eviction notice came. Oh sure the landlords claimed to want to renovate the place and “no fault” evictions had yet to be banned by the NSW government. But you’d be more naive than a Western Sydney Wanderers fan convinced the latest squad rebuild would herald a return the glory days of a decade ago not to see the true author of that letter giving 90 days to get out.

All I will say is they have not driven me from God’s Own Suburb. I have made a tactical retreat to a location further from the Clyde border, but I remain within the boundaries of Granville. I shall give no further clues to the dark forces who do Clyde’s bidding.

Most importantly, I will continue asking questions.

Why does Clyde have it's own train station, mere blocks from Granville’s, when the official census figures indicate only 9 people live there?

Does anyone truly believe the “Official Statistics”?

What are they really doing there?

What is that distinct, unpleasant yet undefinable stench that wafts from Clyde in windier days?

They don't want you asking these questions. But I have only one New Year's Resolution: find out the truth about Clyde.

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