In response to several readers who questioned why an outlaw would pay his bills... well... My goal was not to outrage authority, hit the boss up the side of the head and bring attention to my outlaw status. My goal was freedom from the world of office politics and the independence to own my own time. My goal was to live like a man, the ultimate contemporary outlaw status.
Defying authority and poking it in the nose is an adolescent male notion of how to live an outlaw life. All that gets you is jail time and a relentless beating. I'm a hell of a lot smarter outlaw than that. I possessed top level tech skills from the time I left college.
Who is it that attempts to rob you of your freedom in the contemporary world of work? Who wants to force men into effeminacy and fagdom? Who drags you into the conference room for the ritual propaganda beatings? The fags and fag hags in HR... that's who! Along with their straight allies in management who kiss their asses in the hope for advancement.
Fighting these people directly only gives them hooks into you for playing their S&M games. Althouse, fag hag extraordinaire, is a brilliant S&M game player. Her blog is a daily recitation of how to play the fag hag S&M game in a corporate law firm or academic office.
The road to freedom for the contemporary outlaw is invisibility, refusing to rise to the level of management, and being happy with making a good living and going home. That's the way of the contemporary outlaw. Fuck the obsession with status. Make money. Live like a man on your own terms. Own your own time and life.
That's precisely what I did. My tech skills were rare and employers had no choice but to employ me on my own terms... mostly as a freelancer, sometimes as a contractor. (I tried the full time job route. What a disaster! I fell into a pit of fag and fag hag S&M shit.) At one time in my career in NYC, I carried around the keys to 6 corporate law firms. Those firms paid me a 6 hour minimum to arrive at midnight, solve their tech problems and go home... quite often for only one hour of work. (At the height of my career, they sent a limo to pick me up and they sent me home in one, too!)
The managers kissed my ass when they were desperate for my services and got rid of me the moment they no longer needed me... which was fine by me. In NYC, there is always a next employer for a highly skilled tech gun slinger.
I played absolutely no role in office politics, thank God. I was a highly paid, invisible nobody. This left me free to live my life like a man, without kissing fag and fag hag ass.
At the end of my life, as a I enjoy a secure but hardly opulent retirement, I am celebrating an outlaw victory lap over fag hags like Althouse. The outlaw victory is not in destroying her fag hag S&M empire or waging a war to change the world. The outlaw victory is in controlling my own life and time. And living like a man.
I won. The preferred outcome for the contemporary outlaw is victory, not martyrdom. Martyrdom is for fools.