Wednesday, 13 March 2019

Me! Me! Me! Me! Me!

"What about me?"

Eh what?

"It isn't fair!"

Who the fuck are you and why should I care?

"I did what I was taught!"

You mean told, 'cause you followed someone else's script.

"I should have gotten X!"

Let me laugh at you for believing the con-man.

"Whyyyyyy...." <crying>


<more crying>

Meh. Fuckwit.

"I'm going to do more!"


"Why don't you care?!"


"I want to be married."

Tats. Piercing. Tits sagging to the floor. Fucked weird hair. Giving everyone the finger. Taken it up the ass. Several threesome/foursomes. Had a gangbang. All checks out - you're exactly everything I want to be with.

"Why don't you pay attention to me?"

Who are you.

"I want a baby."


"You should pay for my IVF."

Of course.

"Whyyyyyyy am I all alone...!"

Fuck that's shrill.

"You're selfish!"

Pot. Kettle. Black.

"Listen to meeeee...!"

I'm'a go do something interesting and meaningful and worthwhile.

"Me me me mememeeee...!"

<disappearing into the distance>

Wednesday, 28 November 2018

Forget Why

Why is irrelevant.

Do you get that? Completely irrelevant.

There is no rational why.

I remember back to the ending "conversation" with my last girl, must be close to three years ago now. ("Conversation" hah! She turned up at an awkward time of night, barged in, and was basically being a self-centered bitch on the whole instead of leaving me alone when I made it clear that I wasn't interested any more.)

I got her the hell out of my home in the guise of "dropping her off to her hotel". She asks if she'll be seeing me again.

Me: No.

Her: Why not?

Me: I don't want to.

Her: Finish that sentence! (A quite loud'n'clear self-centered "I am entitled to know why!")

Me: I don't want to see you again. (Yeah, it's a total lack of interest, now stay the fuck away.)

Her face scrunches up and she heads away to her room, probably because I shattered her heart'n'soul. I leave, not caring at all.

Yes, teh wimminz would call me a fuckin' psychopath. Given what she did to me, there was no interest left on my side. That is my "why" for treating her like that.

Yet still. There is no "why" in life.

There is only: I want to X/I don't want to X.

I want to see you again. I don't want to see you again.

I want to fuck you again. I don't want to fuck you again.

I want to read that book again. I don't want to read that book again.

I want to see that movie again. I don't want to see that movie again.

I want to continue hanging around those people. I don't want to continue hanging around those people.

Why? I can come up with a million "reasons" for "why". They're not relevant. Not really. The "why" is just the brain attempting to provide a rational reason of some type. A rational reason for an internal emotional reaction.

Essentially it boils down to: I want to / I don't want to. The rest of the palaver is just social self-justification and face-saving.

In the guts of it, the want-to/don't-want-to is an emotional inner reaction, not something intellectually reasoned out. Not in the guts of it.

She wants to fuck you. She doesn't want to fuck you.

She wants to fuck you again. She doesn't want to fuck you again.

Why do you care why? Why do you want to know why?

Forget why. There is no why. There is only a gut-basic reaction, a feeling, of: "I want to / I don't want to".

She wants a boyfriend. She doesn't want a boyfriend.

She wants to be married. She doesn't want to be married.

She wants to be married to you. She doesn't want to be married to you.

She wants to part her legs for you. She doesn't want to part her legs for you.

Even when the basic "I don't want to" shatters her/your soul. And you, or her, start going down down down the rabbit-hole of emotional turmoil and horseshit.

>>>> Why?!?!?!!!! <<<< Add insistent whiny brat emotional crap as appropriate. You and/or her both.

There is no why. Down at the core, it just fucking is.

Make me want to, rather than not want to. Teh wimminz, leftists, femiwhores, the unwashed mass of generally shitty people on the whole, will never truly grasp that. Make me want to, rather than not want to.

Being a complete cunt is not making me want to X. It makes me not want to X. Fill in the X with whatever is appropriate.

Summertime in New Zealand. I'm starting to do more outdoor stuff.

Why? I want to. There may be many "reasons". They all boil down to: I want to.

Deep down in the guts of it. It's an emotional thing. There's no real reason as such for it. That's why.

Sunday, 4 November 2018

You Talk Too Much - TGI Friday Edition

Most times something interesting comes out of our TGI Friday. (Guns, wimminz, hunting, customers, archery, bikes, camping, surfing, life - all sorts of stuff that I don't share on here). We had a goodie this Friday though: guy finally got (aka paid) his ex the fuck out of his home (it took 3-4 years?!?!?! and cost you how much in the end?!?!?! fuck me...)

When she's out of his life, last few bits of driving her shit around, just to make sure it's the fuck out and etc. She starts jawing and jabbering about her family shit. "So and so brother's, sister's, husband's, second cousin..." blah blah fucking blah.

He had a moment of sanity. As he said to us: "Hey. You walked the fuck away from me. I don't know why you want to tell me this crap. This is no longer relevant to me. Not interested."

Object lesson right there on getting her the fuck out of yours ASAP when things go south. Otherwise you're still wasting time, energy, life on someone who has basically said "I don't want you between my legs, piss off..." yet she is quite happy to suck the rest of everything out of you.

The actual words and excuses she used don't matter. They are meaningless. She still wants out of your life...

...and you're still wasting your time, energy, life on that. Until you realize.

You ain't related to it.

You ain't married to it.

You ain't best buddies with it. (Fucking aye you ain't best buddies with it! What, you nuts?)

You shouldn't have it in your life any more. It's just another leech on you.

Literally a leech. Still sucking down your time, energy, life.

When what you really want to do is what he's doing. Makes his dinner in the skillet. Eats out of the skillet. Cleans up and puts it in the rack. Life is simple, life is great.

Nice, simple, easy, not 15 separate pots per meal for something that really tastes only mediocre. Then she bitches about how long a day she's had etc. That doesn't actually matter. Not to you. You just want a decent, filling, tasty meal. Here she's put 15 separate pots into the sink, is bitching about cleanup (trying to get you to do it), and she asks the loaded question: "What'd you think of dinner?"

You can be the tactless "complete asshole" and say "it was okay". Because that's all it was. It was an okay meal.

You learn not to do that if you're married. You *know* what she'll be like for the next month - and intermittently for the rest of your life, whenever she feels like being a bitch.

So you grit your teeth, praise the meal to the skies, then go over to her and hug and kiss her and guide her to the couch and sit her down and clean the goddamn 15 pots that she messed up. Funny, this one looks like all she did with it was boil water. Better not mention that.

Yet hang on man.

She doesn't want you between her legs. Piss off.

By all means, be as stupid as you want. I'll continue to laugh at you for bein' a fuckin' dipshit.

The longer it takes you to wake up, the harder I'll be laughing at you once you get it together.

Yes, I know that's crushing your soul. So? Do you really have any actual, valid reason for being such a completely stupid idiot?

I didn't think so.

Do I *actually* enjoy your pain? Fuck no!

I am gonna laugh at you though. The more that my laughter hurts you, the harsher the lesson. Which is really all that I can honestly do for you. Drive that lesson home into your heart, rub salt into it, and make you hurt so badly that you will never forget that hurt which was done to you.

By me? You know better. You did it to yourself. You let *her* do it to you. You're just too chickenshit to admit it to yourself.

Back to him. He's been dating around. As I guess many do, when divorce hits us. Conditioned to have a wimminz in our lives, come hell or high water...

...except that these wimminz are expecting to go out. All the time. "What are we going to do this Friday night?" she asks him. "Eh. The weather's not that great. I think I'll have myself a nice bourbon on lemon ice, sit in front of the fire with a book, relax and read for the night." Sounds good to me. To her though: "What what what what what?"

And she completely cannot understand it. The concept of actually stopping, relaxing, doing something quietly - it means nothing to her. It's meaningless. She has to be *out there*, *being seen*, *doing something* - all that social shit that in her mind means "a good time".

As he says: he'd rather sit in front of a nice fire, sipping bourbon, reading a good book. The drama and insanity can stay out of his door. He's got his shelter, warmth, a good-tasting drink, and some interesting and thoughtful mental stimulation.

He's starting to realize the joys of personal peace and quiet.

Not hanging around with someone who talks too fuckin' much. Especially about utterly meaningless drivel.

Brother, have a bourbon. You've earned it. Good on you for starting to realize what life actually *is* to you, versus what other people *think life is* and *think your life should be*.

Wednesday, 31 October 2018

In Your Face

A few weeks ago I noticed some younger bloke driving a car with a number plate that essentially stated: No fucks given.

While I applaud the sentiment, something about it has nagged me. Quite a bit. My brain being slow at times, it has taken a while to figure out what was bugging me.

Actually, he does give a fuck. It's straight there in the "in your face" attitude that he's displaying to the world. Which is all cool and all, that's his thing. At least he's up front about it.

It occurs to me though: a true "no fucks given" attitude doesn't feel the need to slam it out in the world's face. A true no fucks given attitude just goes off and does what it wants. It doesn't require telling others about it (essentially, angrily giving the world the finger).

It just buggers off and does what it wants. If you don't like it, so what? You're not relevant. Certainly not to me. Stop poking your nose into my business, my life, my thoughts. Just leave me be and we'll get along swimmingly.

Which is I believe what the disappearing types of MGTOW do. They're doing their own thing. They don't have the urge to tell others what they're up to. They don't care about those others - the others are simply not relevant to them.

Which is an interesting thought when it comes to much of the Manosphere community and MGTOW. I've noticed it over the last three-four years. Some people become...

...less communicative...

...and eventually disappear.

They're slowly growing to the true point of no fucks given. While they might have philosophical thoughts about the subject, there is no urge to pass those thoughts on. It's just internalised and acted upon in the way they see fit.

I've noticed it with Hawaiian Libertarian. He's off doing his own thing, there's almost no interest in letting others know. (I applaud that by the by. I hope that he's doing well.)

I see Aaron Clary, Captain Capitalism, still putting up examples and the like of social stupidity. There is still much anger and frustration in him, in many of us. Somehow, I think that if he starts changing to a true viewpoint of no fucks given, he will slowly and quietly disappear from the scene. Good luck to you, Aaron.

I've noticed it a bit myself since my holiday in America. Something about the silence and being away by myself for a month has seeped into me. Maybe lodged itself into my soul, for want of a better metaphor.

A slow point of reassessment? I am unsure.

The stupidities of the world, society, and people are still there. I still look at them and marvel at times.

In the end though ... No real fucks are given. It's too big, it's too stupid, it's too sheeplike, it's too self-destructive. I refuse to stand in the front of the stampede, screaming warnings, only to be crushed into a bloody pulp.

Ghosting? No. I like many things about the world. There are many places to visit, many people who are actually worthwhile to meet (damn it, I missed out talking with Big Country in person - there is a Man with a fuck-ton of life and experiences!), many things that I find interesting.

Just not the damn social lemmings charging headlong over the cliff. Dull, uninteresting, bland. The sooner they are over that cliff and gone, the better.

I don't really have much of a point to this post. I suppose that it's a kind of explanation and apology of why I've not been around much.

I do strongly suggest, though: get yourself some camping gear and go bush for a while, even if it's just driving around the tourist traps and staying in hotels and camping grounds. Try to keep interacting with people to a minimum.

Talking and yap-yap with the useless types can be your enemy these days. Seek the more interesting people who have actually lived and have stories to tell. Especially the older people. Even if you have nothing to tell in exchange, they are giving you the gift of experience to listen and learn from.

Something about doing that changes your mindset. You start to realize what actually is relevant, what is needed, what is useful, and what is pure garbage.

Then you can work on purging the garbage.

I am still around and do check back fairly often. Just not huge on the talking at the moment. Maybe the urge will come back, not sure.

Be well, Brothers.

Tuesday, 16 October 2018

Class, Dignity, Respect

Class, dignity, and respect.

Three things that this laughable excuse of a Western society loves to shit on. Especially that of Men, of course.

Why is this?

Let's start a trip down this little rabbit-hole and see where it leads us.

Looking at teh wimminz in general with a skeptical eye, a good number enjoy mucking men around. It helps them weed the Men from the boys, soyboys, pathetics, pussy-panderers, etc. For certain types of wimminz this of course is great from an entertainment point of view, plus lets them know who they can soak for $$$$ and favours.

Teh feminazis and similarly inclined ilk - who have no real power, so they scream until we throw them a bone to shut them the fuck up - get their feelz of empowerment from the process. Winner winner chicken dinner for them.

Looking at the Left, these wiperags love doing it as a power-trip. It makes them feel personally strong and empowered to tear others down. Bonus points for successful trolling aka getting someone to lose their shit. The more public the anger/humiliation reaction the better. PJEAR MAH IMPORTANTS!!!

In common, all three are doing it for the ego/power feelz.

In common, all three appear to be running on emotional highs.

In common, all three are essentially powerless.

So effectively, this behaviour is the powerless screaming and thrashing and throwing monkey-poo at everything in sight in an effort to gain the power that they lack.

So what can we Men do about this behaviour?

Unfortunately not much - directly. There are a lot of them and few of us. Further, we Men appear to have a lone-wolf mentality when things go wrong for us. We go and lick our wounds, heal, learn from the experience, and come back stronger. Determined to not let that, or similar, happen to us again. Assuming that we survive, of course.

We also don't oppose this type of warped herd behaviour as such very well, which when you think about it makes some sense. When a stampede is heading your way you don't stand in front of it, shouting and trying to get it to stop. You'll get stomped into a bloody mess. You get the fuck out of the way and let it go run over the cliff like the lemmings they are, sucks to be them.

The social herd is sure as hell in full-on-stupidity-stampede mode. The damn lemmings are heading straight for the cliff's edge, hell-for-leather and damn the bloody torpedos.

Out of self-preservation, we need to get the hell out of the way and leave them to it. Realistically it's all we can do. Once the stampede is done - and it's going to be a long time - if we're lucky, we can pick up the pieces once the dust clears. If we're very lucky, we'll have managed to keep our nearest and dearest safe.

Good luck out there.

Sunday, 2 September 2018

Generational Bad Decisions

A few days ago I got to yakking with an older woman working as cashier and food-maker in a bakery. (She is an excellent endorsement for Feminaziism. Early 40's in a dead-end job, with less personal enjoyment than if she was making lunches for her family. You go girl! Meh.)

Note that I don't yak with her 'cause she's pretty. She ain't. At early-40's she's used up and gone, it's time she was dropped in the rubbish bin like a used kleenex. Which ironically isn't far from what effectively happened to her recently.

So let us talk a short walk, following this girl's family line down the "path 'o doom".

It seems that she was born of a woman back when, one of the early single mommy types (like my mother, joy joy joy! bah). Her mother obviously made bad decisions and ended up having to raise her daughter by herself. We could refer to her mother as "bad decision generation #1".

Now she, she has just broken up with her "latest partner" of 6 years. (That ole 7-year itch strikes again! Yes, she broke up with him. Why? Reasons undefined...) So a partner of 6 years, she breaks up with her latest. Obviously there was earlier partners, at least one - probably more, considering that she has a daughter just turning 20 years old.

She's never mentioned if she was divorced. I didn't ask. So I could go 50/50 for divorce or single-mommy-dom. Either way, we can refer to her as "bad decision generation #2".

So her daughter just turned 20-odd. Said daughter has just gotten pregnant to a man who "is utterly unsuitable". (BWAHAHAAHAHAHHHHH!!!! The level of dipshit unawareness is fuckin' breathtaking. Especially considering her personal history.) Sad to say, I must now refer to the daughter as "bad decision generation #3".

Some sweet thoughts. Three generations of fucking the wrong man (or wrong type of man) (or more accurately, being fucked by or parting their legs for the wrong type of men). Great stuff, yes?

It gets better. She's just lost out a bunch of money on a trip to some island that she'd arranged for her daughter's 20th birthday - because the island has Zika Virus on it. Ooooops. Can't have bubsy getting zapped by Zika Virus! But she's now out some money...she's agonizing over it, 'cause she's single and works in the hospitality industry 'cause in her early 40's she's single once more and too fuckin' useless for anything else...

Wait wait wait. Let's back up a bit here.

Her momma made massive bad decisions in her life. She made massive bad decisions in her life. Her daughter has made massive bad decisions in her life.


Can't have the baby getting hurt. That baby must be supported. And it's *important* to send dipshit daughter on a 20th birthday holiday, even though dipshit daughter's mum basically lives hand-to-mouth in the hospitality industry, and now dipshit daughter cannot go because dipshit daughter is pregnant and now she's out some money...

My mind is utterly blown by the levels of stupidity, idiocy, and doublethink exhibited.

No, no! Dipshit daughter and bubsy are important!

If that baby is another daughter, will we be referring to her as "bad decision generation #4" sometime down the line? Should we start now?

Round and round and round it goes, as we flush everything sane and sensible so far as society should be concerned with, down the shitter...

...because the completely stupid are encouraged and rewarded for having sex randomly, because they are not actively penalized for breeding indiscriminately with "totally unsuitable" mates, because the more suitable mates are then browbeaten and brainwashed into caring for other people's shit results (man up and marry that slutty single mommy with a half-dozen STDs!), because the more suitable mates are are treated like crap no matter what they do to try and support single mumsy and bubsy... it any wonder that Men look at this horseshit and mentally/emotionally check out?

Friday, 24 August 2018

Bleed in Private

No, the title of this post is not referencing me or my life - I have simply been very, very busy in my personal life for the last couple of months. It suddenly occurred to me tonight that I've been bloody remiss about saying hello to people and keeping in touch in general.

This post is about the "sensitive new age guy", aka doormat, aka soyboy, et-fucking-cetera. (™) Specifically, their bloody propensity to go and bleed emotionally in public for the delectation of all and sundry.

Of course, wimminz love it when a man goes and bleeds in public. He lets his hair down, snivels and cries, etc etc ad goddamn nauseum.

Wimminz love this behavior because she immediately knows: I can push this pussy around.

Wrap him around her finger, make him dance for her, a source of endless amusement and entertainment. Pointing him out to her friends: "Hey, lookit this pussy! Watch me push him around! Ain't that cuuuuute?!"

Enough to make your balls shrink with some fucked-up sense of sympathy.

Men, we need to harden up. There's no need to bleed in public for all and sundry.

Your brother or a buddy gets killed in a car crash, or dies from cancer, or something. A friend asks us out, we might say: "Nah, a brother/mate of mine died. Gonna have a drink in private to remember him by." (Or maybe: "Me and some of his mates are getting together to drink and remember him by." Or whatever you-all decide to do. He loves hunting? Go hunting to remember him by.)

To other Men, it's immediately understood.

Nothing more is needed.

In such situations, we just need a little time to deal with things.

To teh wimminz: "Oh! Oh! That's terrible! Do you need to talk about it?" Bleat, bleat, fuckin' bleat, in the most senseless and demeaning manner possible.

I sometimes wonder if they deliberately cheapen such situations (because y'know, men are insensitive brutes and akerchully have no feelings and the fuckin' like) or they're just completely clueless (same non-reasoning applies).

(Maybe a good one will understand like another Man does. I've not met this personally, though I will admit to the possibility of 1% actually being capable of some sensitivity and sense and decorum and the like. If you know of one like that, the chances are they're family or a friend of the buddy and going through all this also.)

This is why it's always good to do your bleeding in private. Other Men (especially the ones who matter) will respect you for it. The few Men who you might open up to about such things, will understand the deep gift that they have been given. (They may not have anything to actually say, 'cause it's an awkward thing, yet they will understand.)

Best of all, you don't get your deepest and most painful situations shat on thoughtlessly and meaninglessly by the attack-bunnies and retards which abound in this decaying excuse of a civilization.

My brothers, I raise to you all a glass of Grand Marnier. May your lives be blessed with strong Men who you are proud to walk alongside. Maybe, even occasionally, bleed beside.

Sunday, 17 June 2018

Beauty Is Still Out There

Yes, it's still beautiful out there. Which opinion might be surprising, considering my overall dim view of humanity and society as a whole.

There are some interesting parts of America, both nature and cities. Mostly nature, IMO.

So I've been through part of America on my little adventure-tour thing. I've come back with nine metric fucktons of photographs - of course, most of them are very similar to each other. So I can share a little, ones that I will segregate and that'll never show up anywhere else.

Settle, enjoy, and go out to see your own. After all, you live a shitload closer than I do, aye! You should be able to right-click and open image, to get a bigger version.
Carlsbad Caverns, Sunrise
Carlsbad Caverns, Dawn

Watering Hole


Meteor Crater

Grand Canyon

Grand Canyon

Desert Watchtower, Grand Canyon
Yes, I've been to other places too. Museums. These are just a small sample of what I saw.

There are people out there who build, too. Not the wannabe dudebro's. The older, more established people and their wives. Good, salt of the earth types. (They give me hope that not everything is hell.)

And I hope that a certain ex-military person does write that book, as we talked about. The stories he told had me in stitches. Fuck me, my ribs ached for a couple of days after that.

Cheers and go explore. There are at least some people who actually know how to build and conserve what is beautiful and good - even if the rest of Western society (and the Third World) has almost zero to zero clue.

Monday, 11 June 2018

Nothing To Do With Law

Over on /r/MGTOW a man runs across a pro-MGTOW woman and analyzes her:
I was browsing YouTube when I stumbled across a pro-MGTOW woman. There are plenty of them all over the place and they present a very persuasive argument, which is that they understand MGTOW, they agree with MGTOW, and they want to work with MGTOW to change the laws to return society back to the old days when men and women got along. However, this is is just the MRA or tradcon argument repackaged and marketed to MGTOWs in an attempt to bring us back to the plantation.
It is true that unfair marriage laws are a problem, but the laws are the way they are because of female nature. Marriage is a social mechanism designed to transfer wealth from men to women. Females are naturally hypergamous. Women are programmed to extract wealth from men, which is why men who are with women will always be worse off because they will have their resources siphoned off from them.
MRAs and tradcons don't help. They don't offer a system whereby men's resources are not leeched away from them. Rather, the system they propose only leads to a more orderly extraction of wealth from men. Rather than men have their wealth suddenly ripped away from them through divorce rape, the tradcons would have you have your wealth slowly but consistently extracted from you in order to fund her luxurious housewife lifestyle and childrearing hobby.
If you value freedom, MGTOW is the only solution.
As he quite rightly points out, this is the old bait-and-switch like the so-called Red Pill Women bullshit. Stay away from the plantation.

As he quite rightly points out, the laws are the way they are because of female nature. As in, they were agitated for and finally granted (throwing the bitch a bone to shut her up) in the past.

In my opinion he does slip a little, when he states that "marriage is a social mechanism designed to transfer wealth from men to women". While true, this applies to modern marriage - the older version protected the husband (as the main breadwinner) and children from the abuses of modern marriage and the less-pleasant forms of women.

He is in my opinion 100% correct about the MRA/Tradcon "proposed system". It's just a "nicer" means that they propose, rather than the full-on band-aid-rip of frivorce followed by constant blood-donations of cash on an ongoing basis. (At least they're trying, even though I personally think that they're a bit crackers. Asking the slavemasters to please be "nicer" about using the whip...sheesh.)

I think sometimes that we men miss something that's not exactly obvious. It's not actually about the damn laws.

It's about the vile mentality that lays behind those laws, encouraging discontented wimminz to go for the fuckin' throat.

That this happens displays a hateful mentality on the whole. As I think that I've said before, a mentality of using others as though they are nothing more than objects. A machine. Run it at redline, 110%, with minimal to no maintenance - because you can, it's just a bloody machine.

Who cares when it breaks down, just get another.

Which I believe that I've also mentioned before, where the Enterprise is running at Warp Factor 11 all the time and Scotty is sitting on a chair in the engine room, spitting on the engines to cool them down and looking around gloomily as he waits for the next damn thing to break.

As I said back when, too: when you're running the business at 110% and they suddenly need another 10% because of an emergency, and someone has a breakdown and another has a heart-attack and another quits because they've had fuckin' the business gracefully goes over the edge and spirals down the drain, and the domino effect takes another down with it, and another, and another, and another...

Every MGTOW is a business that has stepped away from the edge, has slowed down to a sustainable state, and is coasting along doing well. Every man frivorced and thrown outta his home is a business that's gone over the edge and down, down, down with a huge slurping sound...the sound of his pocket being emptied for the next however-many years.

The laws? Yeah, they're bad. They're not the real problem, though.

It's the sick, demented, hateful mentality which applies those laws to the fullest which is the true problem.

Red Pill Women, pro-MGTOW women, rabbiting on about altering "the system". They're so goddamn blind.

Fuck the system.

They're not addressing the vile mentality which created and uses the system to its' advantage.

Sort that sickness, that mental/emotional disease, out - and it will have nothing to do with law. The laws would mean nothing. In that situation of mental/emotional health the women and society would not apply those laws. Because it would be unthinkable to apply them in the way that they are being applied at this time.

Unthinkable. As if someone were committing rape, pedophilia, or murder out in the open streets for all to watch.

Will that state of mental/emotional health be addressed? When 1 in 4 women are currently on antidepressants and similar? When it's easier for the health system to just throw another antidepressant at the person who is having difficulty? When they're subsidized by Government and Big Pharma to keep doing so?

When the bread and circuses and getting your nose into the Government trough are more important than having a place where your children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren can live happily to a ripe old age?

With that rather bleak look through Crap Colored Glasses™, I'm going to have a small glass of Grand Marnier and enjoy my fire. Cold winter nights have some good moments. Good luck my brothers, and always go your own way.

Saturday, 9 June 2018

Dying of Laughter

Strangely enough, once you get further into the Red Pill/MGTOW mindset - the lies aka toxic crap which is served up from teh wimminz just starts to make you laugh.

This particular one made me choke, I laughed that hard: 50 Things That Make A Man More Attractive (According to Women) (go ahead, it's on - no clicks from here for those fuckers).
Don't believe the rumors - women aren't just looking for abs, man buns, and impossibly white smiles (though they're all definitely very nice things). Most of the qualities ladies look for aren't even down to physical appearance, so don't stress if you haven't been hitting up the gym. Because there are just so many ways that men can be attractive, we've had to compile a mega list of 50 items. So, settle in and get ready to learn what women want. #41 is the most important according to women!
Time to translate this dogshit propaganda-shaming-hit-piece to reality:

1/ A sense of purpose. Because that can be twisted to becoming something that matches her puposes.

2/ The ability to fix things. Enjoy your honey-do list - slave.

3/ Love for his family. This can be twisted to caring for her and her womb-turds - slave.

4/ Goals and dreams. They can be twisted for her purposes - especially, twisted towards making $$$ to sustain her in the manner to which she wishes to become accustomed.

5/ Possession of some old-school class. Ahhh, chivalry is so very dead...dead, dead, dead...feminism killed it with extreme prejudice...but don't worry, she will happily train him to be an attentive slave.

6/ Communication skills. So she can gather ammunition to fuck you over mentally and emotionally for the rest of your life.

7/ Attentive in the bedroom. Though a 7+ inch dick that's massive around helps good too.

8/ Has good manners. Because the words fuck off you crazy cunt hurts her feelz.

9/ Confidence without the attitude. Not that she knows the difference.

10/ The ability to make people laugh. She's very happy to laugh - so long as you're paying the bills and otherwise entertaining her.

11/ Admitting when he's wrong. And he's always wrong, even when he's not - it's ever so nice to aver and affirm to her that you're a pussy who is easily pushed around.

12/ Intelligence. Yeah, only counts if he's easily manipulated despite his smarts, otherwise he might catch on to the bullshit.

13/ Not afraid of commitment. Not that she knows what that is. It's also really unfair when she drives him away with her bullshit - he's afraid to commit!

14/ Full of surprises. The nice ones which involve giving her expensive gifts and paying her attention, not the ones involving surprise buttsex.

15/ Cooking skills. Her having to do so much around the house - it's nice when it can be pawned off on her slave.

16/ Dad potential.
17/ Motivation. It saves her from having to crack the whip. Yeeeee-hah! Move it, slave!

18/ Unafraid to grow. In the directions that will benefit her.

19/ Loveable nerdiness. Heheheheheheh! Yeah...

20/ Good cuddles. Because it's all about her.

21/ Willingness to help out. Take out the garbage. Slave.

22/ Ability to have fun. So long as she's having fun - entertain meeeeeee!

23/ Concern for the environment. Cheap shit from China is more important - there is no environment there. At least it's not in her back yard.

24/ Loves our flaws. Her most important flaw being the extreme number of cocks that she accidentally fell on.

25/ Strong moral fiber.'s always fun to break that down, she if she can get him to cheat with her...that cock in her mouth tastes very sweet, just like victory...

26/ Courageousness. She's not gonna fuck him, but she does appreciate him doing shit for her.
27/ Faithfulness. Blindness to her fucking around helps, too. No, you can't paternity test that womb-turd I pushed out - don't you truuuust me?!

28/ A sense of protectiveness. Variation on another white-knight.

29/ Emotional stability. It's so much fun trying to break this with every load of random emotive bullshit that she can dream up.

30/ Financial maturity. Cha-ching! $$$$$$$$$

31/ Good grooming. As Popp once said: She marries the pretty-boy, and 10 years later finds out that he's gay.

32/ Patience. It's so much fun for her to jack him around. Great emotional payoff for her when he loses it, too.

33/ The ability to forgive and forget. Like those 32 cocks she accidentally fell on. Not that she will forgive and forget anything that he does.

34/ Responsiveness. He's paying attention to me! How cuuuuute! (But only if she wants to fuck him, otherwise it's creepy as fuck shit.)

35/ Curiosity (especially if it's about her and her life).
36/ Respectful of boundaries. Her boundaries - heaven help you if you start inquiring what she was doing last night with the girls with Chad.

37/ An interest in the world. Because travel on his dime is sooo much fun. Hey, is that some new dick I can accidentally fall on?

38/ Health. Only if their health levels match, and once there's a ring on it she'll pull the pin on the fat-grenade.

39/ Not afraid of PDA. You sensitive new-age guy soyboy you...oooo Tyrone over there looks extra-spunky...

40/ Willingness to say I Love You. It better be in the form of an expensive fucking ring, honeymoon, wedding dress, and 1200ft McMansion. Slave.

41/ Appreciation. You will appreciate her. She gives not one shit for you - until the $$$ suddenly hit a bump or disappear. Then you'll know all about it.

42/ Physical desire. She can always find someone else. The sex dries up once the "I do" has been said. (As one poor bastard reader of mine found out within a year. Sheeit.)

43/ Leadership skills. At work only, because that translates to more $$$ for her to spend. Don't even think about pushing her around, you male chauvinist pig sonofabitch.

44/ Authenticity. It's okay for her to play you, it's not okay for you to play her. You male chauvinist pig sonofabitch.

45/ Decisiveness. So long as she doesn't have to think and it all goes smooth and sweet. Did I mention about pushing her around? You male chauvinist pig sonofabitch.

46/ Reliability. It's always nice to have Ole Reliable White Knight to pull her out of awful shituations (spelling deliberate) that she got herself into. It's also nice to cry on your shoulder about Jesse being a bastard - before she goes and fucks him again.
47/ Integrity. Which she knows nothing about herself, but she's real happy that he's not gonna do something dodgy on her. Pussy.

48/ Domestic ability. Slave.

49/ Generosity. Hand over those $$$ fucker.

50/ Self-respect. This is to be crushed. With extreme prejudice. Slave.

After all that sarcasm and hilarity - I leave you with a toast. I raise my Grand Marnier to you my Brothers. Always, go your own way.