By Ryan “Dickie” Thompson, Punk‑Rock Libertarian | Cebu, Philippines – June 18, 2025

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I’m diving straight into it—no fluff, no filter, just unvarnished truth. I’ve been here in Cebu for eight months now, and I keep hearing the same refrain: “Filipino women are strong‑willed—and you wouldn’t date that.” Let me tell you exactly why that’s bullshit.

I love strong women. Always have. Not the shrill, self‑antagonizing, “call‑me‑queen” kind—no, I want a real partner, a teammate, someone who can stand shoulder‑to‑shoulder with me in the trenches.

Let me lay out the facts with brutal honesty, because I’ve lived this story:

🛠️ The Ex‑Who Was Married—Strong and Reliable

My first wife? Fierce as hell. She earned a full scholarship to Westminster—it’s one of the best business schools in the Western Hemisphere—before she dropped out because she felt out of place around wealthier students. But then she came to work with me. Right out of high school she made $30/hour as media director. She fixed our Land Rover during Maine’s brutal winters when my body was broken from that car accident. That’s strength.

We both earned—but I consistently made three times her income. We built a household where she homeschooled our kids, and I held down the provider role. That’s a power couple dynamic: independent, capable, united.

🌴 The Kona Jewelry Partner—Strong… and Criminal

Then there was the girl from Hawaii. Strong-willed? Absolutely. She launched a jewelry store with me—her parents even financed it. But it turned toxic quick. Reckless driving tickets, assault charges, felony convictions, violence against me and my daughter. That… that’s insufferable. That’s what I call crossing the line: strong-willed with a toxic spin.

🪶 The Recent Wife—Again, Crossing That Line

My current marriage? New bride, beautiful—another high‑octane Capricorn. Strong-willed but… she came with deferred-sentence baggage: assault on an ex‑boyfriend six months before we tied the knot. She assaulted me post‑wedding too. I said “No more.” That’s the difference between strength and insufferability. Progressive discipline, yes—but not abuse.

👩‍👦 The Mom—Subtle Insufferability

And then there’s my mother. Not headstrong by nature, but subtle: physical attacks, lying to police to pin blame on my dad. That’s insufferable behavior. Don’t mistake weak-willed for insufferable—one is harmless, the other destructive.

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The Filipino Female Reality

Here in Cebu, most people survive on under ₱20,000 (~US $400) a month. Single moms juggle multiple jobs and responsibilities. They’re resilient, firm, and capable—but here’s the kicker: culturally, they want traditional roles. They prefer community, faith-rooted houses, strong men as leaders, and women who cooperate—not dominate. Catholic values are alive here. I’ve been touring towns across Cebu, and I’ve yet to see a pride flag. LGBTQ+ people exist, yes—but there’s not the same uproar you see in the West. That encroachment of Western feminism? It’s whispering in—but it doesn’t scream here.

So when people say “Filipino women are strong‑willed in a way you won’t accept,” they misunderstand. That’s not true. I do date strong-willed women. I married strong-willed women. But I never tolerate insufferable behavior—unbearable arrogance, abuse, toxicity. Dictionary definition: “too extreme to bear or intolerable; having or showing unbearable arrogance or conceit; an insufferable bully.” That’s what broke my marriages—not their strength, but their toxicity.

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What Defines a Real Partnership?

1) Strength with Accountability
A strong woman doesn’t dominate—she collaborates. My ex‑wife ran media campaigns and homeschooled. She supported our mission. A partner’s strength should reinforce family bonds, not dissolve them.

2) A Shared Vision of Roles
I always aim to lead in public: provider, protector, strategist. A good partner leads in private: nurturing, teaching, running the household. Two heads, one mission.

3) Mutual Submission ≠ Weakness
Feminists love to scream that “submission” is misogynistic. Not when you understand it properly. Submission is mutual. He submits to her needs; she submits to his mission; they submit to a greater purpose—their family, their values.

“Wives submit to husbands” is Biblical—but that’s just half the story. Husbands submit too: to the peace, growth, and well‑being of the household. That’s not weakness—that’s unity.

4) Strong-Willed ≠ Insufferable
Capricorn, Phoenix, Aries… I’ve dated untamed women who had rightful ambition. That alone was never a problem. Some of the strongest people I know are women. The problem arises when strength turns into toxicity—domination, disregard for mutual respect, violence, entitlement.

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Why Does This Matter?

If you’re building a life—raising children, fostering independence, spreading a message—weak partners hold you back. But insufferable ones destroy that foundation. You need strength, not toxicity. That’s what Disruptarian is all about: freeing individuals and families to build voluntary, resilient communities. That starts with strong, respectful partnerships.

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Final Takeaways

• Yes, I love strong women. Those who hustle, who fix problems, who stare the cold in the face and say “Bring it on.”
• No, I don’t tolerate toxicity. If your strength turns into cruelty, dominance, or undermine respect—you’ve crossed the line.
• Traditional roles are not weakness. They are functional. The man leads, the woman supports. But both lead in equal measure—in different arenas.
• Mutual submission isn’t chauvinism. It’s necessary. It keeps the peace, builds unity, and strengthens hearts—especially in a family.
• Culture matters. Cebu’s values remind me that resilience doesn’t mean rejection of tradition. You can respect heritage and move forward freely.

So don’t sell me the weak‑vs‑strong tropes. I want strength—with humility, unity, and mutual deep respect. I’m building a Disruptarian future—and that starts at home.

By Ryan “Dickie” Thompson

In what can only be described as a spectacle of ideological narcissism, a group of progressive Western activists decided to take their performance art all the way to the Middle East. And as Def Noodles perfectly observed in his brutally honest breakdown, this was less “Queers for Palestine” and more like “Chickens for KFC.”

From the moment their boots hit Egyptian soil, these activists were met with a reality far removed from their TikTok fantasy. Crying about heatstroke at military checkpoints, comparing themselves to caged animals, and recording shaky livestreams pleading for global help—they were living proof that Western emotionalism doesn’t hold much sway in the real world.

These weren’t revolutionaries. They were ideological tourists armed with hashtags, tote bags, and zero understanding of where they were or what they were doing. They thought their moral signaling would grant them a diplomatic free pass. Instead, they got their passports confiscated, were kettled by riot police, and ultimately deported.

Identity Politics Meets Geopolitical Reality

Let’s call this what it is: a masterclass in the failure of Western academia and activism. Raised in echo chambers where feelings equal facts and where chanting slogans is mistaken for strategy, these activists walked into Egypt—a country that executes gays and has fought wars over Palestinian extremism—thinking they could impose their worldview.

They claimed to be risking their lives for justice. But what they were really doing was demanding that a sovereign nation ignore its own national security so they could feel morally validated. It’s the same self-centered moral imperialism they claim to fight against.

This isn’t bravery. It’s delusion dressed up in progressive drag.

The Entitlement Olympics

One Canadian activist, stunned that Egypt wasn’t treating their group like a humanitarian field trip, complained about being herded, dehydrated, and detained. But when you enter a foreign, militarized zone and openly support Hamas—a recognized terror group—what did you expect? Bottled water and a diversity seminar?

This isn’t downtown Toronto. This is Egypt. And Egypt doesn’t care about your pronouns, your degree, or your trauma arc.

The image of a British activist wailing in the desert, pleading to be allowed to “march to Fallstine” while Egyptian police stand stoic and unmoved, says it all. It’s not just cringe. It’s civilizational decay caught in high definition.

A Failure of Institutions

These activists are the fruit of institutions that have replaced education with indoctrination, diplomacy with virtue signaling, and humility with hubris. Harvard degrees. Zero geopolitical awareness. Loud voices. No grounding in truth.

They cry colonizer at every Western structure, yet beg for Western embassy support the second they meet real resistance. They decry border enforcement, until they’re the ones trying to cross it. They denounce state power until they need it.

That isn’t activism. That’s entitlement.

When Fantasy Meets Force

This wasn’t some humanitarian crisis. It was the inevitable collision of radical ideology with immovable sovereignty. These weren’t heroes. They were provocateurs. They showed up to a volatile region, trying to stage a circus in a war zone. And when Egypt responded the way any rational state would—with decisive force—they melted down.

Some even screamed “F*** you Egypt” while still on Egyptian soil, in custody, under the guard of armed forces. That’s not bravery. That’s Darwin Award-level stupidity.

The Darwin Awards of Diplomacy

You can’t scream about oppression while hitching your activism to Hamas, an organization that executes gays, rapes women, and uses civilians as shields. You can’t demand international intervention while claiming to stand against imperialism. And you can’t play revolutionary while calling for safe spaces and embassy support the second things go sideways.

This is what happens when your worldview is built on TikTok slogans and filtered Instagram stories. When you believe feelings are foreign policy, and that every conflict is just another stage for your next virtue signal.

Activism or Narcissism?

The real takeaway isn’t just about the idiocy of this particular group. It’s about how far Western culture has drifted from reality. These people were raised in soft institutions, coddled by safe spaces, and trained to believe their moral outrage could bend geopolitics.

But the world doesn’t care. Sovereign nations don’t run on hashtags. They run on power, history, and consequence.

And Egypt? Egypt just gave us a wake-up call. They made it clear that virtue-signaling clowns aren’t welcome. Not now. Not ever.

Conclusion: Sovereignty Still Matters

Let this debacle serve as a warning: the era of Western moral imperialism is over. You can cry. You can hashtag. You can even livestream your tantrum. But outside the Western bubble, those things are meaningless.

In the real world, borders matter. Sovereignty matters. And if you walk into someone else’s country with delusions of grandeur, expect to get bounced.

If you think you’re a hero for marching into Egypt to fight for Hamas, you might want to ask the locals what they think first. Spoiler alert: they’re not impressed. They’re angry. And they’re not going to play along with your Western savior fantasy.

So yes, Def Noodles was absolutely right. This wasn’t a movement. It was a mockery.

It wasn’t resistance. It was cosplay.

And in the end, the only thing these activists liberated was their own passports—right into the hands of the Egyptian border police.

Maybe next time, they’ll think before marching blindly into a region they neither understand nor respect.

But I doubt it.

This Father’s Day, I take a moment to remember and honor a man who left an indelible mark—not just on me, but on all nine of his children and the generations to come. My father, Richard Glen Thompson, was a man of immense complexity, fierce integrity, and tireless dedication. His ideals weren’t just beliefs; they were calls to action.

Dad never waited for someone else to step in. If something needed fixing, he’d be the first with his sleeves rolled up. He wore many hats in his professional life—from serving on the city planning commission to running his own construction company. One of his proudest civic achievements was spearheading a sewage system plan for Mapleton, Utah. He secured large industrial pumps from Geneva Steel and crafted a comprehensive project proposal. The city chose another direction, but I believe they’ve since realized his vision was the wiser one.

He never chased recognition, but he earned every bit of respect.

My dad was a deeply proud family man. Out of his nine children, eight of us remain to honor him, while our brother Justin rests by his side. He loved to boast about his children and grandchildren—18 in total at the time of his passing. Anytime he met someone new, he’d almost instantly say, “I have 9 children,” always with pride shining in his eyes.

He raised us with affection, humor, and often, a few animals. From as early as I can remember, Dad worked hard to maintain a ranch. I recall the days in Arizona when he brought in a herd of cattle. A business trip took him away, leaving Mom and me to manage on our own. That year was tough—we lost a lot of calves—but those experiences taught me lessons in responsibility and resilience.

Dad was a cowboy in every sense. He worked ranches in his youth, rode horses like it was second nature, and carried himself with the kind of grit and honor you find in classic Westerns. He made sure his children grew up with cows, horses, dogs, and cats. We learned tenderness and empathy from the animals he surrounded us with.

My best memories are of working alongside him in construction. He demanded both excellence and honesty. Though we didn’t always see eye to eye, every tough moment came with a valuable lesson.

Dad faced his share of injustice too. Toward the end of his life, he endured pain, betrayal, and unfair treatment. One of the most vivid memories I carry is seeing my mom attack him in a rage simply because he came home late after stopping for a beer. She hit him, even with a chair. He never retaliated, but she still had him arrested with false accusations. That experience stayed with me—and taught me a hard but vital lesson: protect your reputation.

It’s one of the reasons I later founded a security and surveillance company. I always kept a DVR in my vehicle and cameras on my property—because I learned the cost of being defenseless against lies. I explore this further in my article on reputation destruction: Feminism’s Overreach and Society’s Inevitable Pushback.

Dad never demanded sympathy or justice. He just kept going, doing what needed to be done, loving fiercely, and standing tall.

In a conversation with my daughter recently, I thought of something that struck my heart—I believe that they would’ve been great friends. They share that same resilient, creative, and principled soul. And yes, she wants to be a cowboy too. Though she never got to meet him, I wish she would have so badly.

I miss him every day. We all do. But his legacy is alive and well—in our work, our values, and our stories.

Dad, may you finally rest. You earned that peace more than anyone I know.

Love,
Ryan Richard Thompson

Richard Glen Thompson

Dad was a complex man, with strong ideals. If Dad saw something that he wished to see changed, Dad would try to change it.

Dad in his professional life wore many hats. Whether he was on the city planning commission, or working in his own construction business, he tried to be the man for every job he could do. When he saw a need in Mapleton, UT for a sewage system, Dad worked day and night for months on a plan. He even got large pumps donated from Geneva Steel to the city, and used his skills and experience as a project manager to write up a full proposal.

They went with a different plan, but I think they wish now that they would have used his ideas instead.

Everyone has regret though. I think everyone wishes different life situations turned out differently. I know I miss my dad, and I know his 8 remaining children do as well. Out of Dad’s nine children, eight remain here to mourn him—and our much-missed brother Justin is with him now.

All of us wish we would have had more time with him. He was such a joy to be around. His silly sense of humor, his musical talents, and his hunting stories were all qualities that his loved ones know and miss.

Dad was so proud of all his 9 children and 18 grandchildren. He even has a great-grandchild on the way right now.

I remember when Dad would meet someone new—and I was there with him—one of the first things he would tell them is: “I have 9 children.” He would always find a way to casually mention that. That’s definitely something to be proud of, especially when you know all my siblings: Melanie, Michelle, Robin, Stacy, Valerie, Ryan, Melissa, Brad, and Justin.

Believe it or not, Dad and I have a lot in common. That’s just one of many things. Talking with my sisters recently reminded me of how much we all share with Dad.

My brother Brad was Dad’s best friend in the world. They enjoyed many years of good conversation and working together. Working with Dad holds my most cherished memories of him.

When Dad had a construction company, he always had me help him. He believed a contract was no better than a handshake and a promise. He was so innocent and sweet like that.

In the last part of his life, he endured health problems and hardships. He was a strong man—but not even Superman is invincible.

May Dad finally have peace and rest. He deserves it.

Love,
Ryan Richard Thompson
01/02/2008

Happy Fathers day, and even happier if you still have yours!

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On June 4, 2025, just before America erupted in flames, I released an episode of Disruptarian Radio titled Echoes Through the Ashes. In it, I warned how the radical Left was engineering chaos in this country. Just two days later, BLM riots exploded in cities like LA, Chicago, New York, and San Francisco. As I narrated scenes of cars set ablaze and masked militants clashing with the National Guard, it became undeniably clear: this wasn’t spontaneous outrage. It was a political strike.

🔥 The Build-Up: A House on Fire Waiting for a Spark

These riots were not just predictable—they were orchestrated. I laid out the timeline: ever since Trump’s first term, we’ve seen escalating Leftist violence. Antifa, BLM, sanctuary-city defiance—all pieces in a growing pattern. Foreign flags flying at U.S. protests show how disconnected these movements are from American values. When the National Guard hit the streets, it was proof their rhetoric had crossed into outright threat.

This isn’t just theory. After 2020, right-wing groups like the Proud Boys and Oath Keepers drew their momentum directly from Leftist riots. BLM’s posturing wasn’t a cry for justice—it was a spark to a powder keg. The Left builds riots. The Right builds arms.

📉 The Domino Effect: Politicizing Lawlessness

While our cities burned, Democratic leaders didn’t just turn a blind eye—they poured gasoline on the fire. I played audio receipts:

• LA City Council’s Hernandez: “When they show up, we show up stronger.”
• Mayor Karen Bass: “We fight for all Angelinos, regardless of papers.”
• Maxine Waters: “Why are the guns there?”

I called them out for what they were: enablers. Political elites siding with chaos to score ideological points. These weren’t cries for reform. They were signals to the mob: burn louder, we’ve got your back.

📈 Political Capital from Anarchy

The strategy is clear. Create unrest, then frame conservatives—Trump, law enforcement, critics of sanctuary policies—as the overreacting bad guys. But polls suggest it’s backfiring. Reports show immigrant voters shifting right by up to 40 points since 2020. Even if that figure’s debated, the trend is undeniable: people are sick of political violence.

Yet the Left keeps gaslighting. They call riots “protests.” They claim the violence is overstated. Nancy Pelosi, Maxine Waters—they try to sanitize the mess they helped create. I exposed their lies.

🎯 The Trigger and the Prediction

This is where my June 4th broadcast comes in. I predicted this. I said the division would erupt into flames. And 48 hours later, it did. That’s not coincidence. That’s what happens when you follow the data and connect the dots. That’s the power of independent, liberty-minded media. I called it before the headlines hit.

💥 Why It Matters: The Cost of Division

These riots come with a heavy price:

• Economic: Burned businesses, trashed neighborhoods—often in minority communities.
• Social: Erosion of trust in public institutions. Streets replaced by war zones.
• Political: Escalation toward militarization. When citizens expect violence, they arm up. And that spiral is hard to reverse.

But there is a better way. A libertarian path:

• Protect speech.
• Defend property.
• Empower local governance.
• Use force proportionally.

When mobs are weaponized—by government or activists—liberty dies.

🛠 What Should Be Done?

1. Enforce the Rule of Law: Riots are not free speech. Let police do their jobs without political muzzling.
2. Promote Civic Dialogue: We need a cultural reset around nonviolence and community ties.
3. Decentralize Authority: Local solutions beat federal overreach. Voluntary cooperation beats state coercion.
4. Hold Politicians Accountable: If leaders incite violence, they’re not activists—they’re accomplices.

📡 My Role: Early Warning System

That June 4th episode wasn’t just another show. It was a warning. And it came true. That’s what Disruptarian media does: we spot the trends the mainstream ignores or covers up. And when the riots started, people realized I had seen it coming. Not because I’m psychic, but because I follow the truth.

🧭 Conclusion: Reclaiming Civic Sanity

The 2025 BLM riots proved one thing: division is now a political tool. Cities burn, trust dies, and liberty retreats. But it doesn’t have to be this way. Free markets, voluntary associations, and strong property rights can rebuild what was lost.

If we want to put out these fires for good, we need to stop handing matches to politicians. The rebuilding starts with us. And I’m here to keep the fire of reason burning—not the flames of destruction.

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Excerpt for WordPress: On June 4, 2025, I released a Disruptarian Radio episode warning of a looming Leftist explosion. Just two days later, BLM riots erupted across America. This post breaks down how radical politics weaponize division—and how liberty offers a path out.

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Featured Image Prompt: A split-screen image: on the left, a city in flames with masked protesters and burning cars; on the right, a microphone and liberty torch symbol representing Disruptarian Radio. Bold contrast between chaos and reason.

Sources:

• https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t3m1Xue9phM
• https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Lives_Matter
• https://www.skynews.com.au/world-news/blaming-donald-trump-for-los-angeles-riots-may-have-worked-in-the-past-but-times-have-changed