Dickhead move of the day: Guy knocks dude out and proceeds to do a back flip off the guys back

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Devestating Combo

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Dude got some air time with this flying knee

“Do you know what my dad does?”

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A few weeks of Jiu Jitsu could have saved this poor guy

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Folded Him

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Even the Refs in Hockey throw Hands

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You don’t stare at butter bean like that

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Mia St. John did not have the power to knockout Christy Martin

“Private Joe Louis fights for the first time since joining the army, against the mauling 256lb monster Abe Simon. This is his second free defense of the ring’s most valuable crown, to benefit army emergency relief, which receives all profits of the bout.”

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Life is tough sometimes.

Every now and then, life tends to throw you a curveball and a woman wants to be able to rely on her man to remain strong no matter what happens.

She doesn’t want to have to be the strong one or “the man” and take care of a scared, sensitive or insecure guy who can’t handle the pressures of life as a human being. She wants to be able to relax into being the more emotionally sensitive and vulnerable one, rather than having to be strong for her guy because he is weak.

All across the world, women are naturally attracted to the emotional strength in men (e.g. confidence, determination, high self-esteem, calm under pressure, etc) and turned off by the weakness (e.g. insecurity, shyness, anxiety, nervousness, etc).

When a woman can see that her man always remains emotionally strong no matter how tough life gets or how much she tests him (e.g. by being less affectionate, throwing tantrums, etc), it deepens her respect and attraction for him in a profound way.

She can look up to him and respect him as the man in the relationship, rather than looking down on him and feeling as though she’s gotten herself involved with a half a man or a wimpy guy who isn’t emotionally strong enough for a woman like her.

These days, millions of guys across the world spend 100s of hours per year in gyms trying to build up muscle in the hope that they can appear strong to women.

There’s nothing wrong with a guy working out, building muscle or staying in shape, but it’s not the type of strength that makes him the man in the relationship.

He might be able to lift heavy weights, but if he crumbles under the pressure of life or becomes emotionally sensitive and weak in response to the the tests of his woman, she is going to look at him as a weak, almost useless man regardless of how big his muscles are.

In today’s world, physical strength rarely gets a guy promoted at work, top grades at university or success in business. As men, our inner strength is what is most valuable to women and to ourselves…and women instinctively know that.

A woman might not be able to explain it in that way, but she knows that big muscles on an emotionally weak guy (e.g. nervous, low self-esteem, lack of belief in himself, gives up easily when things get challenging, etc) is not going to pay the bills, make her feel happy and lead both of them to a better life in the future.

There’s nothing wrong with having muscles, but if you’re not strong on the inside, a woman isn’t going to be able to look up to you and respect you as the man in the relationship.

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One school district in Pennsylvania has sidestepped the debate over arming teachers with firearms by arming teachers, instead, with buckets of rocks. Blue Mountain School District Superintendent David Helsel thinks arming pupils with rocks will help thwart an attack from a school shooter.

“Protocol has been that students lie down, under desks and basically become passive targets on our classrooms,” Helsel said. “We decided to empower our students with tools of self-defense if needed.”

Helsel said the plan to use rocks came after staff members took the active shooter response training known as ALICE–alert, lockdown, inform, counter and evacuate. The training taught teachers and faculty to run from the shots, barricade the doors with desks and chairs and to use whatever’s at their disposal and throw at the shooter, whether it be paper, pens or books.

“If an armed intruder attempts to gain entrance into any of our classrooms, they will face a classroom full of students armed with rocks and they will be stoned,” he said.

However the rocks according Helsel is simply a last line of defense. According to the superintendent the most important thing is the safety of the students, which means getting out of the building is their number one priority, not throwing stones.

“We understand that a gun is much more deadly than a stone. It’s our hope that we can somehow stop the ability of an armed intruder to enter our classrooms,” he added.

Parents within the Blue Mountain School District reportedly like the rocks.

“At this point, we have to get creative, we have to protect our kids first and foremost, throwing rocks, it’s an option,” Dori Bornstein, a parent said.

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Last Friday, animal rights activists in Toronto conducting their fourth protest against a game-themed restaurant called Antler Kitchen and Bar got a response they didn’t expect: one of the co-owners of the restaurant, who is also a chef, brought out a deer leg to a table in the front window and started carving it in front of the protesters.

One banner held by a protester read “Murder” in large, hot pink letters; another demonstrator held a sign that read “please add vegan steak to the menu.”

The co-owner, Michael Hunter, who hunts moose and deer with a crossbow, not only carved the leg, but then sat down at the table and ate the meat in front of the protesters.

The protesters turned up to the restaurant to reach out to Hunter, asking him to ‘Please add vegan steak to the menu’ in chalk on the pavement outside his restaurant, but were met with ‘taunting’ and a sign that read ‘venison is the new kale’.

Before the protest, the activists had posted on Facebook:

We will be holding our fourth protest at Antler. Last week was the first vegan menu board that they’ve had thanks to activists taking a stand for animals. It’s a great start, but only a start. Antler serves the cruel foie gras, they also farm animals meant to run in the wild like deer. Literature to hand out will be provided. I have some signs but please make your own if possible. This is a peaceful, non-violent protest. We need people so please come if you can.

When Hunter was asked about the protest, he responded, “Our identity as a restaurant is well known throughout the city as is our ethical farming and foraging initiatives. While we would much rather not be the focus of these protests, we are not at all surprised. We simply want to carry on running a restaurant and have a peaceful environment where our guests can enjoy their food.”

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1. Long story short: Late night after the bars in college, I go home and passed out, girl knocks on my door and asks if I’m home, we know her so my roommate says yeah and lets her in. She goes straight to my room where somehow, while I lay lifeless passed out drunk, she gets me hard and starts riding me. My roommate opens my door and flips on the light and asks if she even put a condom on me first, she says no, and he kicks her out. I am informed of all this in the morning. Scary the idea that if the roles were reversed, it’d be a severely different story but I personally didn’t really care nor did anyone else when I told them. Every single response was “that’s awesome easiest lay of your life”

2. Got drunk with some friends and took a couple bars (not an uncommon Saturday night back then). One girl and I stayed up bs’ing in the kitchen. Most folks had passed out and it was a way to keep from disturbing people. The next thing I recall is waking up on the couch with her riding me and biting the hell out of my chest (the bruise lasted about a week and a half). A few other people wake up to the noises, including my girlfriend that I shared the apartment with. The girl riding me stopped to the commotion and left quickly.

I had never blacked out before and wanted to make sure I was okay (drugs are bad, mmm’kay). Toxicology turned up she had slipped some ruffies in my drink at some point. Had gf go with me, because she was having a hard time believing the story. (Hot chick riding your bf in the living room while you sleep so you can work in the morning and him not wanting it). Also had them check for any STDs as people started warning us that she may be running green. Came back clean, but that night started my path to stop using drugs.

Talked to a cop friend about the situation and he, low key, advised against trying to press charges since there were drugs and alcohol present and they would have to search the place for evidence and that wouldn’t go too well for me and it would come down to her word against mine. Even with me being ruffied, it would be hard to convince a jury, so I let it go.

Went about three years without seeing her anywhere, even though we ran in the same circles. Bumped into her in a grocery store and she immediately started apologizing. I told her it was in the past and I’ve moved on. She wasn’t making a scene and I didn’t really want to make one either. I don’t know that I would have had that restraint had I bumped into her shortly after the incident.

3. I went over to a girl’s house, smoked way more weed than I was used to and with a bottle of wine I was basically a zombie. We went to her bed and I asked if she had a condom, she said no, I told her we weren’t shagging then. Passed out, woke up with her riding me. At that point I figured I might as well go with it, since if I was going to catch something then I’d already have it, and I really wanted to go to sleep rather than get dressed and try to get home, deal with awkwardness. No diseases thank god.

I wasn’t much more than disappointed, and my friends male and female say it isn’t rape, so sometimes before I tell my story I reverse the roles and tell them about the time I shagged an unconscious girl without protection after she’d already said she didn’t want sex. Their reaction is wayyyy different.

4. My ex girlfriend liked to be “raped” she liked the roleplay of it I guess, she asked me to tie her up and really be rough with her one time. I did it even though I didn’t feel comfortable being so rough with her. We did this a few times here and there, our relationship started to fall apart due to other issues like her not trusting me for some reason and making me take pictures of everywhere I went and constantly fighting about it, I finally saw what was happening to me being controlled by her and never being allowed to see my friends or family and even skipping classes in college because she didn’t like a girl in my class or whatnot. I tried to leave her and she showed me a video, the video was one of our rape roleplay sessions, she recorded it and now was using it to blackmail me. I was scared to death and ended up staying with her for about another 6 months where she would regularly force me to have sex with her or she would call the police and tell them I raped her, the Tape had me dead to rights over a crime I didn’t REALLY commit. Eventually I felt as if I had enough of a case and I took a leap of faith and left her, blocked her on everything. Never heard from her again. Its been about 3 years and my trust in relationships is ruined but im still recovering.

5. I was at a wedding without my girlfriend as she had a prior engagement and couldn’t make it. I’m English, and I knew the American bride because we taught English in France together a few years beforehand. Her husband was Italian, and the wedding took place in Turin.

On the day I was sat at a table with a lot of the groom’s Italian friends. Even though I don’t speak Italian this suited me well as the Americans have a strange relationship with Alcohol. Everyone knew I wasn’t single. On my table was one American girl, Laura. She was really athletic, a crossfitter I think. Not a bodybuilder but there was no fat on her at all.

Fast forwards and I had drunk more than my fair share. The “American” tables had a lot of wine left on them after the meal. After acting like a tit on the dancefloor, the night wound down and everyone left to go home or back to hotels. In the hotel lift myself, Lauren, and another American girl who I think was the maid of honour were going up. Lift stops, my floor, I get out and head towards my room. MoH stays in the lift to continue to her floor. Laura’s still with me. As we get near my room I remember Laura is staying on the floor above mine, which is odd but I was blotto so it didn’t occur to me to say anything.

I say “bye” in short order as I’m taking a turn and I wasn’t to get to bed as soon as I can. As I close the door it hits something hard. Her foot. I turn to look at her and she pushed the door open, kissing me. I push her off, mumbling incoherently. She pushes into my room and shuts the door behind her, telling me to go with it. I’m fairly uncoordinated and weak because of the drink; I say no. She pushes me onto the bed. I black out. In the morning she’s gone and there are 3 (three) used condoms in the bin.

I always felt horrendous about cheating on my GF of the time. I never told her, or anyone about it really. That relationship didn’t work out and as far as I know she never found out about it.

Fast forward a few years to the me too movement and I see someone on twitter or FB, can’t remember which, post a story extremely similar to my own. That’s the first time I ever considered that I’d been raped. I raised this and was laughed at by men and women alike.

I personally think that if the roles were reversed, and I’d forced entry into a drunk girl’s room whilst I was sober and had sex with her when she had repeatedly told me no, I’d probably be in some serious bother. I know better than to tell anyone else now.

6. I was raped twice by two different girls. The first one was my dad’s girlfriend. I was staying with my dad and his girlfriend when I was around 16 and one weekend he went away for the weekend. Well the moment he left his girlfriend tells me let’s go. We go to the liquor store and she tells me to pick a bottle. I drank tequila every night with my dad so I thought nothing of it. I picked a bottle of absolute citreon and a six pack of beer. Well we start taking shots and before you know it the entire bottle is gone. I get and and throw up in the bathroom and stumble back to the couch and pass out. That’s all I remember…… Until I wake up to her giving me a blowjob. I passed out again and she is riding me. I couldn’t pass out after that so I pretended to sleep until she was done. The next morning I woke up ran in the shower and when I got out she was telling me about the great life we were gonna have. Well I played it off until my dad got back and told him everything. Shit blew up and I went back home with my mom and buried it in my head for 20 years.

Second time I was drinking with a bunch of friends and a friend who was staying with me was seeing this girl. Well the girl he was seeing had another girl who was sleeping at her house so I had to drive them all. The whole drive to my house this girl is saying she was gonna fuck me. I sorta laughed and said nahhh I’m good. You fucking with my other boy and I got a girl. Well she wouldn’t take no for a answer. When we got to my house I told my friend not to leave us alone. As soon as I use the bathroom I get back to my room and this girl is naked in my bed. I go to leave the room and she runs over and closes the door and litterally pushes me onto a chair. I get a flashback of the first time and I freeze. I let her do her thing and I went to bed.

I never told anyone and my girlfriend at the time ended up being my wife. She put up with my depression for about 15 years before she got tired of it and I finally told her. It was like a huge wieght off my chest. I still never drink around females unless my wife is around and I have a hard time looking females in the face when I talk to them. It really fucked me up. If I have 1 drop of alcohol my dick is dead to the world. I get such bad anxiety and the occasional flashback.

7. Ended up in my exes room because she said she wanted to talk. She locked to door and told me she wanted to fuck. Told her no repeatedly and she started slapping and kicking me every time I tried to leave. I told her I was gonna yell for help and she said “who are my roommates gonna believe you or me?”. So I tried calling my friend to come help me but she took me phone and threw it into her closet, with the same kicking (balls) and slapping me. I finally relented and let her do whatever she wanted then packed up my things left and completely blocked her off of everything.

8. I was raped by my college roomate’s girlfriend. This happened around sophomore year of college. One of my roomates had been dating this girl off an in for about 8 months or so. She was a tall, athletic, attractive red head. She had that oh so famous red head temper. My roommate was also not the best boyfriend. They fought a lot in our apartment. Several times, I was forced to physically get between them to prevent an altercation and/or our stuff getting broken. These fights happened at least once a week, and almost every time they drank.

One Friday, she tells me that she wants to set me up with one of her soriorty sisters, so we 4 (roommate, roommate’s gf, gf’s friend, and myself) all go out to the clubs. The night was going surprisingly well. The friend and I didn’t really connect in a romantic level, but we were all having a good time none the less. At one of the clubs, it’s my turn to buy a round, I’m standing at the bar, trying to tune out the loud music, when I feel an arm reach around from behind me and grab my crotch. Natural reaction, I turn to see who it was and see my roomates gf standing behind me grinning… I carefully removed her hand, and tried to mentally brush it off as the alcohol getting to her. Fast forward another two hours and we are in the cab going back to our apartment. Roomate and girlfriend are loudly fighting about something, while the friend and I are sitting in uncomfortable silence. It is at this point, things get really blurry, it was as if all of the nights alcohol hit me all at once.

I remember us getting back to our apartment parking lot and my roomate and his girlfriend are shouting at each other. I throw the driver a bill and stumble back to our apartment with girlfriends friend in tow, leaving them to fight outside. I don’t know where the friend crashed, I just walked straight in and straight to my bed. I don’t think that I even took my club cloths off. Don’t know how much time passed, but get the feeling of something wet around my crotch area and on my stomach. My initial thought, before opening my eyes, was that I pissed myself. Upon opening my eyes, I see my roomates girlfriend on top of me, riding me. I sobered up in that one second and quickly shoved her off of me. I just remember saying “WTF are you doing?!” and her saying VERY loudly, “Well someone else won’t fuck me!” as if she wanted my roomate to hear. I told her to get out, and she did whilst calling me an asshole.

I lay there for a minute trying to analyze what just happened, when I start to feel sick. Not sure if it was the alcohol or the incident that just occurred, but I ran to the bathroom to puke. I returned to my bed and fell back asleep. I never brought it up with my roomate or his girlfriend. I dont know if she ever told him. He told me the next day that he was so blasted that he didn’t remember anything after we left the club. The sorority sister was no where to be found the next morning. Roomate and his girlfriend broke up for good not long after that. I still see her around town every now and then. We are cordial we speak, but I have never brought up the incident. I’m not even 100% sure if she remembers doing it. To be honest, even I have confused feelings about it to this day.

9. I got nearly blackout drunk with my roommates and floor mates in first year, the night before our first exam. Went to bed alone, they staid up drinking. Woke up (vague drunken awareness ) to a girl trying to stuff my whiskey dick inside her. Didn’t really know what to do and just sort of drunkenly let her continue. I was extremely confused as this girl was an out lesbian, I had no idea what was going on. Tried to off my self a few days later.

Took a long time to admit to myself that it even happened, maybe it contributed a bit to trying to kill myself? Cuz I was in a miserable terrible black hole for the next months and eventually switched schools. It took a long time to even consciously connect the dots. Never really told anyone cuz I couldn’t really even admit to myself that maybe, that wasn’t a cool thing of her to do.

And if I did tell anyone other than a therapist I have a hard time believing they would be supportive. MY close, lifelong friends already think I’m a wee bit of a slut (some truth), especially because I’m not looking for commitment in any form. So I imagine people would be super dismissive. At the time my roommates sort of tongue in cheek congratulated me, because you know, isn’t that the dream?

“You were drunk in first year and hooked up with a lesbian?! Legendary!”

10. This is actually how my son was born. I had been with this lady, lets call her Stacy, she was crazy, but I wasn’t exactly stable either, I was really into painkillers at the time, and I was not doing very fantastic at life. I had a stable job, a shared rent house, a car, but no equity, no savings, (drugs are expensive) and a general feeling of wanting to die.

This general feeling of wanting to die was mostly due to the excessive painkiller use, and I was on Probation at the time, but that is a separate story of stupidity. Anyhow I wasn’t exactly the most emotionally available person, I worked all the time, because rent+drugs=slavery. When I was home I was reading, or sleeping, or being a generally miserable cunt.

Now Stacy, Stacy, has no job, she just goes to school, she stays with me, rent free, and for a while, we were happy. Until my general priggishness pushed her away. Anyhow, she cheated on me. I caught an STI because of it. I broke up with her, I asked her to leave.

I get treated. I grieve. I become less like a human and more like a miserable, hollowed out, skeleton who has trouble processing mentions, emotions, priorities, the basics of human interaction. I get put on mail in probation, the easiest there is. I don’t mail in. I just want to sleep. Maybe never wake up.

So I tried to end it the only way I knew how, I took a lot of painkillers, and drank whiskey till I couldn’t see straight.

I wake up in the morning. I’m disappointed. I’m alive.

Stacy is naked beside. WTF? what happened? Did I call her? My phone is shattered. I wake her up. I ask her to leave. I haven’t eaten in a couple of days, I’m starving, and so hungover I can’t think. She starts to laugh at me. I start to get angry but my head spins, I fall back onto the bed. I realize she is undressing me. I moan out a please help me. I think I’m dying. I wake up. I’m naked. She’s gone.

A few days later, she calls my job and asks to sit down with me. She says, “I’m late.”

I cry. This is not what I needed. She asks for money. I give her some. Go back into work and my PO is there wondering why I haven’t mailed in.

I go to jail. Then rehab. While I was in rehab my consular, helped me realize that the way she had always treated me, was not like a partner but as a servant.

I have no idea where to end this.

Anyone who has dealt with something like this knows,it’s how you cope. I’m getting better, I still avoid relationships with women because I’m not ready. I want to get a little bit better before I try that again.

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This shovel was designed for snipers in WW1. It could dig trenches, and it could be used as a means to snipe people while protecting yourself

20-minute trailer recounting all the key MCU events leading to Avengers: Infinity War

That time when Fox & Friends called Mr. Rogers “an evil, evil man”

Year long turbo Honda build lasted less than two minutes

Turning a 250-pound tuna into fresh sashimi

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Ranking: Every Quentin Tarantino Movie from Worst to Best – Consquence Of Sound

Photos That Are ‘Too Hard to Keep’…Jason Lazarus asked for photos that people couldn’t bear to hold on to, and this is what he received – VICE

Mozilla launches ‘Facebook Container’ extension for its Firefox browser that isolates the Facebook identity of users from rest of their web activity – Mozilla

10+ Celebrities You Won’t Believe Actually Dated – Ranker

Psychiatrists Studied 400 Movies to Find the Most Realistic Psychopath – Nick Pollack

This is a must have in your tool box:  This let you access awkwardly placed screws that regular screwdrivers can’t reach – TackLife

China says Kim Jong Un has agreed to denuclearize Korean Peninsula – CNBC

Inside the Real Lives of Sex Addicts – GQ

My life philosophy: 49 lessons from 49 years – Get Rich Slowly

Chemotherapy-free ‘cancer vaccine’ moves from mice to human trials at Stanford – SFGate

Father gets 60 years for trying to sell 4-year-old daughter for sex – Chron

Snapchat is building the same kind of data-sharing API that just got Facebook into trouble – Recode

Hot Instagram Pictures Of Alexa Pearl – Lurk And Perv

He Was Sick Of Injustice And Crime — So He Became A Real-Life Superhero – All That Is Interesting

Emily Ratajkowski’s Booty Rubdown – Hollywood Tuna

A group of Swedish researchers analyzed over 700,000 posts on a right-wing forum. It takes six months for the average community member to succumb to groupthink, adopt radical attitudes, and go from ‘I’ to ‘we’ – Inquisitr

When There’s Nothing More Your Doctor Can Do – Tonic

Rachel Bilson, Kristen Bell and Other Random Women – G-Celeb

How an Engineer Earned 1.25 Million Air Miles By Buying Pudding – Gizmodo

Wouldn’t you love to come home to this everynight? – Ehowa

Zuckerberg Hits Users with the Hard Truth: You Agreed to This – Vanity Fair

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When I’m at the grocery store and a new checkout opens

When I see breasts for the first time after being single for 2 years 

When my dad asks how college is going

The first time without a condom

When Stormy Daniels says that Trump told her that she reminds him of his daughter

When my grandma reaches to serve me my 4th plate of her lasagna

When I made it through four yellow lights in a row

When I didn’t contribute anything to a group project but we all got a good grade

When someone asks if I like old Kung Fu movies 

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Success in any pursuit requires a mentally tough mind. You can have all the resources, but if your mind is a mess, you will fail. I’ve become obsessed with the mind and have tried everything to stack the odds in my favor.

I’ve spent four years training my brain every day to make it see what I want it to see. What do I want my brain to see and hopefully yours too? All the abundance, positivity, and happiness in this world. I want to have less negative thoughts and be driven by my higher self rather than by fear.

No longer do I want the traditional media outlets to poison my brain with their bad news dopamine hits. I’ve made a pact never to be defeated by any event in my life no matter how tragic or horrible it may seem. Deep down, you want the same thing as me, and that requires mental toughness.

It’s time to become like an ancient warrior. It’s time to build resilience that will help you get through even the coldest winter. It’s time to take the game of life to the next level and learn the hidden super power that is a warrior like mental toughness. Are you with me soldier?

It’s all about discipline

Mental toughness boils down to one thing: discipline. You can make any change you want to your mindset and the way you think, with discipline. Discipline is about not letting the small stuff topple over your tower of happiness.

To have an abundance of mental toughness you have to make a decision. That decision is that you have to decide to be in control. That means not letting events control you but making sure that you decide what those events mean for yourself.

Apart from a decision, mental toughness is about practice. It’s about becoming conscious of your thoughts and then getting the best out of them.

“Fear is our default programming, so if we don’t use discipline to stay in control, then we will fall to the lowest common denominator: negative thoughts, fuelled by either anxiety or depression”

Discipline is about no longer settling for second best. It’s about choosing to make the right decisions which you already intuitively know the answer to. You know you should work before play, eat healthy, exercise, do what you love, and treat people with love and kindness.

You know all of these things, yet you don’t do them when you lack discipline. The best way to always come from a state of discipline is to tie it to your purpose. You need to have a life quest that is more important than anything else in your life.

Then, when you have a decision to make that requires discipline, remind yourself of your purpose, and tell your brain that you will fail at your purpose if you are not disciplined.

By linking the outcome of your purpose to discipline, you rewire your brain to make the best decisions for you. It gives you leverage over your brain to rig the game in your favor.

Here are the 11 easy steps to develop mental toughness

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FaceResearch.org has published the results of a recent experiment where experimental psychologists at the University of Glasgow in Scotland have combined the faces of men and women around to world to approximate the “average face” of each country. Using a modern version of the technique that Sir Francis Galton pioneered in the 1800′s, multiple images of faces are aligned and composited together to form the final result.

Some people feel that the average is “too attractive.” Part of this is explained by the process. Instead of having a lot of blurry images with undefined features, this method averages the shape of the features before blending the images together. Also when blending, remember that many singular issues are “averaged away.” The study also does not reveal how the participants were selected or how large the sample size actually is.

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What made you get into bank robbery?

Bank robbery is the real American Dream. We make movies about it, and as long as innocent people aren’t hurt or killed, our society loves bank robbers.

Also, it seemed like a worthy challenge. I thought it would be quite an accomplishment if I could solve the puzzle and figure out how to get away with it.

Did you have a mentor of sorts that you learned from or did you have a community of bank robbers that you would talk to?

Only the Internet. I studied countless reports of other robberies that had gone wrong and people who were caught. I never told anyone what I was doing. One of the main things I learned from research was that an overwhelming number of people are caught because they didn’t do it solo. So I never let anyone (not even my wife or best friend) know what I was doing.

How much planning did you do before robbing a bank?

I researched for about five or six months prior to my first one. I studied mostly the things that people did to get caught, and I just tried to plan around those things. It’s hard to know how people get away since those details rarely make it to the news, but studying how people get caught was incredibly helpful in knowing what to avoid.

Once I did my first bank, very little planning was needed for subsequent banks. I never really scoped out a particularly location other than to make sure there was parking that was out of view from the bank.

Were any movies helpful or are they all too unrealistic?

Hollywood knows how to tell a story, but they don’t know how to rob a bank.

Could you walk us through the process?

Basic Outline: – Stand in line like a regular customer – Wait for the next available teller -Hand them an envelope and tell them to give me their $50s and $100s (usually this was written on the envelope rather than me verbally saying it) – Turning around and walking out like a regular customer

No gun. No threats. No Hollywood drama. No mask. No disguise. Nothing.

Just a regular customer. In and out in the same amount of time as if I was making a deposit.

I generally chose a time of day when I thought the cops were on shift change, which was usually around 3pm. Some cities actually publish that for whatever weird reason.

I usually went to Chili’s or somewhere to eat and chill out.

Doesn’t sound like a whole lot. How much would one teller even carry?

In their top drawer, it was usually less than $10k. I probably averaged around $5k per bank. But it was pretty low risk that way, so that was cool with me.

Why did you only want $50 and $100s?

I don’t know about today, but back then all of the marked bills, dye packs, and tracking stuff was in $20s, so I definitely didn’t want those. And $1s, $5s, and $10s were such a small denomination that they wouldn’t add up to much anyway. It wasn’t worth the extra time for them to get everything out of their drawer.

Also, if someone else noticed the teller clearing out their drawer, it might look weird and trigger some sort of response. Getting out a bunch of $50s and $100s, however, seemed to be the quickest way and drew no attention from other tellers.

Was there a threat involved? Or you just said “give me this money” and they did it?

No threat. I just told them what I wanted, and they complied. This is how it works in America because the amount of money a bank gives up ($5-$7k on average) per bank robbery is infinitely less than the amount of business they’d lose if shit got wild in a bank full of customers.

They just want to give you what you want and for you to get the hell out of their bank.

Why did the tellers give you the money if you had nothing to threaten them with?

Standard procedure at most banks.

Where did you look when the actual robbing was going on, did you stare at the teller in the eye, look down, just watch their hands?

Definitely stared at the teller’s eyes. You can see everything a person is thinking in that moment if you pay attention.

How did you get away? They would press some sort of alarm wouldn’t they?

Yes, and they always did. Button calls the alarm company. Alarm company calls 9-1-1. 9-1-1 dispatches an officer. An officer speeds to the bank. I’m out the door before all that happens.

Did you carry a weapon??

No. I strapped a hammer to my leg under my pants just below my knee in case I needed to break out of a locked door or something, but I never used a gun or anything like that.

There were no security guards at the banks?

I didn’t do banks with guards.

Would you have harmed someone if you found yourself in a position between that and getting caught?

That depends on the situation. If it was just some random guy trying to be a hero, I would have probably gone to any extreme necessary to get away because that’s a challenge. On the other hand, if it was a cop or a security guard of some sort, I would have probably let them win.

Did anything ever not go as planned?

Yes. The last one I did.

The teller freaked out as soon as I turned to leave the bank. She started screaming “lock the doors, lock the doors” but I ignored it and just kept walking like nothing was happening. I got out before the doors were locked, but a guy walking into the bank seconds later already found them locked. He was pissed, of course, because it wasn’t closing time, and he thought he had gotten there too late. He obviously didn’t realize the guy who had just walked out of the bank and past him had just robbed the bank.

Did you ever get one of those ink cartridges that blew up on you and the money?

No dye packs. Nothing like that.

How were you not found out with CCTV or anything without wearing a mask?

Imagine you’d never met me or read anyting about me. Now imagine if they sent you the video of the bank jobs I did. Would you be able to find me?

If all you have is a picture or video of someone, that’s not really useful. As long as I didn’t make it to the news, I was good to go. And nothing I did was newsworthy because nobody got hurt and I didn’t make a scene.

When you were robbing a bank was it intense or were you calm the entire time?

I was calm and controlled, but it was incredibly intense at the same time.

It’s like having sex while taking the SATs. You have to focus on both 100% even though that’s not totally possible, and that’s why it’s so rewarding when it works.

What’s the most memorable thing that someone has said to you while you were bank robbing?

One teller skimped out on me and didn’t give me all I had asked for, and I told her, “You can do better than that.” She just shrugged — palms up like a little kid — and said, “That’s all I got.”

Pretty ballsy on her part.

On a scale from 1-10, how fun or sacry was it?

I don’t think I would describe it as fun. It’s kind of like sex. Everyone will use a different adjective to describe it, but none of them are quite accurate. It’s just…aahhhhh. Ya know? It was scary the first time I ever went to do it, and I chickened out. I sat in my truck in the parking lot beforehand but couldn’t calm down, so I went home and came back the next day. Except for that one day when I backed out, I never experienced fear.

How many banks did you end up robbing?

I eventually stopped counting. I originally fessed up to one bank, but they didn’t believe me, so I gave them two more. I did time for those three.

What did you do with the money that you robbed?

I used the majority of it for charitable stuff like helping people in need or donating to worthy causes. I gave quite a bit of money to a local charity that helps out the families of first responders who are killed in the line of duty.

What made you turn yourself in?

I always figured prison was in the cards for me — even before I was doing crime — so it made sense to turn myself in and get it over with, but most of all, I became a father and wanted to just do my time while my son was a baby instead of the cops accidentally figuring out who I was and taking me to jail when my son was older.

How did the police react when you turned yourself in?

The police were very professional. They sent the SWAT team to the hotel where I told them to come get me, so that was pretty shit-your-pants scary, but they didn’t fuck me up or anything. Once I was cuffed and cleared and all that crap, they all talked to me like I was a rock star or something. It was really strange. They asked “why” and all that stuff, but it wasn’t like the cop style of “why.” It was more like a fascinated curiosity.

How much time did you serve?

Three years

How did you only get three years?

First time criminal, turned myself in, lots of crap like that. The judge just believed three years was enough. Who am I to disagree?

Are you and your wife still together even after she found out about the robberies?

No. We divorced while I was in prison for personal reasons not related to my crimes.

How did she take the whole robbery thing?

She thought it was crazy, but not totally unexpected either. I was a little wild back then.

And what was prison like?

Prison was like church camp without the girls or weird counselors. I played a lot of chess and read a lot of books. I also wrote a lot, of course. Mail is the highlight of anyone’s day in prison.

There are some pretty bad dudes there, but nobody really wants any trouble unless you just really fuck them over. There’s always trouble if you want it, but it’s pretty laid back most of the time. You learn the way of life pretty quick in there if you’re smart.

Prison is lonely and depressing, but it’s also a great place to really work on yourself if that’s what you want to do. Most men and women waste that opportunity. Thankfully, I didn’t.

Did you ever actually feel guilty about anything you did?

I never felt guilty because I never attacked or assaulted anyone. Under the circumstances, I was as nice as I could possibly be to the bank employees because I did feel a little sympathy for them.

Did you ever feel that the concept of stealing money was wrong? 

I think morality is very subjective. I wouldn’t steal from an individual person because I’m not comfortable with that. The banks, however, consider this kind of theft an acceptable loss, so that was okay with me being part of the loss that they consider acceptable.

Part of my process did begin with how poorly I thought rich people handled their money. I’d always thought, “If I was that rich, I could change the world instead of just piling up cash.” I don’t use that to make bank robbery “okay” but that’s what made it okay for me at the time.

Did you keep the money?

I paid it all back.

If you could go back in time would you have still done it?

Yes. I still acknowledge what I’ve done, but the process and experience of going to prison and finding myself (as well as a purpose in life) has really made it all worth it, relatively speaking. It’s hard to regret something that has turned into something so good.

What do you do now for income?

I was working in the oil fields until recently. Now I stay at home with my boys, and I am trying to get a book published and turn that into some sort of career, if at all possible. I’ve been on a few shows, and people seem genuinely interested in hearing more, so that’s what I’ve decided to do.

How difficult was it to get a job after prison?

I got out of prison on a Tuesday and had a job on Thursday. It only paid $13/hr, but it was good work, and I was happy about it. I worked there for about 14 months (while steadily looking for something better) and finally found work in the oil fields making quite a bit more.

What’s the life lesson you can give from this whole experience?

I think generally, it’s important to embrace the shit you’ve done wrong and be accountable for the things you can change in your own life. I’m a big fan of just stepping up and admitting where I was at fault, and I take a lot of pride in accepting responsibility for the things I’ve done.

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We can decide to be whatever we want to be simply by controlling our choices and choosing to act as a warrior rather than a worrier or a cower. Few take this ability and run with it. Most choose to play the role of the victim because it’s far easier to excuse yourself from battle than it is to enter the arena of life.

I know this is just an article, just a brief collection of thoughts, but it can be a massive catalyst in your life.

Regardless of who you are, you’re choosing victimhood in aspects of your life; I know I am.

You’re choose to aim small rather than aiming big because you know the risk involved in putting all of your eggs in one basket and aiming all of your energy and focus toward a single, massively audacious goal.

You fail, you’re toast.

But that’s not how life works. You will fail. This is where you’ll learn. This is where you’ll persist or shift and take one more step while every other rat in the race quits.

Now, dig deep.

Breath deep, think deep.

Who do you want to be and what do you want to be great at?

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