Wednesday, 14 February 2018

Its A Trap!

You thought I was going to yack about Valenshits Day, didn't you?

Hahaha, nope! (Though that is a trap.)


Feminism is an extended infantile tantrum.

Bothering to respond with more than an amused laugh at these retards is falling into the trap. Akin to accepting the bait. Giving them the attention that these retarded children crave.

Academia sure as shit fell into that trap. Bizniz and Das Guberment also.

Of course, Das Guberment makes $$$ off catering to retards, so there's no real surprise there.

Positive or negative attention. Like good and bad advertising - it's still advertising. Spanking a crying child, good or bad attention, it's still attention. Better than nothing.

Feminism and feminists were nothings who were getting nothing. By whining, crying, and screaming - they get something. Some attention is better than none.

Yes, it's good to deconstruct it for the new kids on the block. Poor bastards, we all need it explaining to us to start with. We need that antidote to the brainwashing and lies, the shit-sandwich we were all fed as young'n's.

Getting all riled up over it is giving them more of the attention that they crave-crave-crave.

Why do you think that celebrities come out with stupidly uninformed opinions? Good or bad, it gives them the attention (narcissistic supply) that they crave.

Without that narcissistic supply they are a pathetic nothing.

This is why Jessica Valenti spouts off her horseshit, then goes around wearing a t-shirt that says: "I love male tears" aka I suck cock and swallow. It gives her a lot more of the attention/narcissistic supply that she craves. Without that attention, she wouldn't have anywhere near as much cock to suck and semen to swallow.

Without that acting out, that outspokenness, that spouting of uninformed and stupid drivel - these retards would be faced with their own worthlessness.

Thus: An extended infantile tantrum.
A related anecdote, from about 4 years ago, illustrating the above.

Back when, a fairly skinny vegan chick wanted to go out with me. (Vegans - they seem to be either very chubby or skinny as fuck. It's weird.)

Any rate, I said to her: "I eat meat. You have a problem with that, fuck off." (Because who the fuck wants to be earbashed by some dipshit fanatic. We get enough crap at work, take more shit from the girl we're fucking? Hell no!)

She got all broken up about that and we didn't end up going out/fucking. No problem, thank goodness, one less retard in my life. She finds herself another man in short order.

A few months later she turns up one night with the group - back when I used to go out on the town on the regular - she's got a puffy eye and lip. All the girls are billing and cooing over her, etc etc ad-fucking-nauseum. "That eeeeevil bastard man!" Apparently he's been tooling her up a bit from day dot.

Personal opinion: probably every time she opened her mouth.

I looked at the lot of them and said: "She had problems with me eating meat, yet no problems with getting her teeth punched out on the regular by him? Stupid bitch."

I collected a bunch of hate over that one HAH!

Narcissistic supply. Good or bad, it's better than nothing.

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Wednesday, 24 January 2018

Stepping Out

Combination of dealing with too much corporate BS and looking into the pit (of #pizzagate) too much.

Time to go relax on the beach for a while. Be well my brothers!

BPS - out!

Thursday, 18 January 2018

Dear Hollywood Whores

In the same vein as my last post, with girls selling their virginity for as much as possible (hopefully millions of dollars) to pay off their debts and get a kickstart in life:

Dear Hollywood Whores,

You already parted your legs for your million dollars. Maybe more, if you had any vestige of looks and some talent to go with it.

You almost certainly weren't a virgin at the time.

The Hollywood businessman who paid for your non-virgin vagina was most definitely short-changed in the deal. I hope that he at least had MHOG (Multiple Hits On Goal) out of the process.

The rest of us were also short-changed in the deal. We got stuck with looking at your body - because your actual acting ability is probably approaching the zero mark. If not somewhere in the negative range.

What the fuck are you bitching about?


Wednesday, 17 January 2018

The Ton on Violence and Toughness

SFC Ton has an excellent breakdown of the difference between Men and Soyboys:
Three things separate men from soy boys. #1 your capacity and talent for violence, enduring long term exposure to harsh envriomets and facing serious risk to life and limb on the regular. Normally you can’t really separate those three masculine foundations, but sometimes they are. Nor does a man have to go to any real extremes to move from bitch to legit. Get a 3 star rating on all the man card items and you’ll be the type of man most men will want in their platoon
Fucking great, and brings back some old memories that make me laugh my ass off.

Getting old now, the body isn't as resilient as it used to be. Took a tumble on the weekend up in the local hills, had to limp back to the car and head home to heal up. Nothing serious (not broken limbs) - just banged up a little and the right knee twisted. Will be healed up and out there in a couple weekends to do it again - by which time the local shit-and-drizzle weather should be done.

Any rate, Ton's post up there reminded me of my youth. Living in an apartment, one time around midnight-ish I wake up with light on in the lounge. Turned over then remembered that my flatmate was away at a concert up in Auckland, wouldn't be back for a couple of days...

...grabbed a chunk of wood that I keep at the side of the bed and was out there pretty quick and chasing a Maori burglar who'd slipped in the window. Given I was starkers he went the fuck back out that window as fast as he could.

In retrospect I can laugh my ass off about it, at the time I was half-asleep and a little bit drunk, so fairly wound up and adrenaline going. When I'm drunk, I tend to mellow-out and be relaxed. Not that time!

Tuesday, 16 January 2018

The Female Solution to Worthless Degrees™

Sell your virginity to the highest bidder!

Apparently there are two websites who cater to high-end fucktoys that want a kickstart in life, by selling their virginity to the highest bidder:
Back in April, a Hong Kong businessman paid $2.5 million for 18-year-old Romanian lingerie model Aleexandra Khefren’s virginity. She was financially distressed, of course. In fact, millions of millennials around the world are facing financial difficulties and are comfy with trading sex for their next debt servicing payment. [Emphasis mine. - BPS] They are using websites like Cinderella Escorts and SeekingArrangement, two of the most well-known match-makers in the space that facilitate big-ticket trysts.
I have an interesting question for the buyer:

If these girls have gone through the entire school of academic insanity and come out the other side with a Worthless™ degree - how many cocks did she "accidentally fall on" on the way?

A hymenoplasty never felt so good!
You pathetically stupid delusional fuckers HAHAHAHAHAHAH...!

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Friday, 5 January 2018


Yet another "lure" to draw us back to the plantation. Beloved of the brainwashed, those who believe in twue wuv and mawwaige - rather than blood, sweat and diesel. (And a $20k diamond ring coupled with a $50k ceremony and holiday.)
Perfect™ for those who will *not* examine reality with any form of thought and willingness to examine things critically. (Protip: skip the lot and go on holiday yourself. You'll save an easy $65k - and your life.)

Do any of these images show a spark of life?

Really? Truly?

I see nothing worth chasing. Nothing at all. An empty shell, a mask, a hollowed-out body-shape around an endlessly sucking void.

Is there a woman out there as alive as I am? If so, I haven't met her yet.

To be fair, most men that I've met are just as dead inside. In that way, they match the women that are around.

The eyes are the window to the soul. The Sermon on the Mount, Christ taught that the eyes were the light of the soul.

Malocchio. The Evil Eye. Did you ever wonder where the Italians got that concept from?

When Rome fell, did they learn? Through their own world of pain? They had MGTOW and a Bachelor Tax back then. Men paid. It was better than the other options.

This is the parade of the modern empowered wimminz. Not the soft glide of what I will call the Warmly Alive™. The full-on cold, jerking, brazen Strut of the Slut™.

Cold, dead eyes. There are a lot of them.

Retarded Doublethink Whores

Ran across this from the men on /r/MGTOW, seems to be referencing this page about Japanese wimminz retarded children being tricked into being porn stars whores:
TOKYO: Young, pretty and hoping for stardom, Saki Kozai thought she had found her ticket to fame after an apparent model scout spotted her on a Tokyo street and offered her a job.
Then just 24 years old, starstruck and excited, she quickly signed a deal with the agency he introduced her to, believing that she would soon star in promotion videos.
In fact, it was not a modelling agency, and on her first day Kozai discovered the job required her to have sex on camera.
”I couldn’t take off my clothes. All I could do was cry,” she told AFP, adding that she saw no way out of her dire situation.
”There were about 20 people around me, waiting. No woman could say‘no’ when they’re surrounded like that,” she said.
Kozai, now 30, is among a growing number women who are stepping out of the shadows to say they were forced to work in Japan’s multi-billion-dollar porn industry.
Adult films are widely available in Japan, which has a relatively liberal attitude toward pornography.
But the industry’s dark side is rarely discussed, nor are the rights of those who work in it.
Accusations that women were made to perform in sometimes brutal sex scenes, on film against their will, prompted the industry to issue an unprecedented apology and promise change.
The surprise mea culpa followed the June arrest of three Tokyo talent agents accused of forcing a woman to appear in more than 100 pornographic videos.
Like Kozai, the unnamed woman also thought she would be modelling.
Critics say porn recruiters trick young women -- including minors -- with promises of showbusiness stardom.
In other cases, girls have been lured by a lavish lifestyle before they are put to work in sex films to pay off the “debt”.
Agencies keep them stuck with threats, intimidation and fraudulent contracts.
Ah, so fucking retarded! Let's take a scalpel and mentally dissect these retards - both teh wimminz who are now "bravely speaking out" (hang on, before this they were "brave porn stars" who were "stretching social norms" (plus their vaginas)) and the leftist media who "must raise awareness" of their "plight".

After-The-Fact-Note: I see that commentor DangZagnut did a fine dissection of his own on the /r/MGTOW page. Excellent.

"Young, pretty, and hoping for stardom..." Flattered by the sudden attention that her looks got her, plus greedily jumping for money.

"Then just 24 years old..." At 24 you are an adult, not some stupid little 13yo cunt who lets peer pressure mold her willy-nilly.

"...she quickly signed a deal..." Also at 24 you are supposed to be able to read and write. Comprehension and a reasonable amount of competence is also generally expected of an adult.

"...on her first day Kozai discovered the job required her to have sex on camera." Case in point: you didn't read you stupid cunt.

"...she saw no way out of her dire situation." Because laws and the police do not exist, and asking your family (and even friends) for help is a foreign concept.

"There were about 20 people around me, waiting. No woman could say‘no’ when they’re surrounded like that..." Actually, she could have. They were just waiting, not beating her up and gang-raping her. That would be where the police come in. Except that police and laws do not exist.

"...a growing number women who are stepping out of the shadows to say they were forced to work in Japan’s multi-billion-dollar porn industry." Correction, you were simply too fucking spineless to say the word 'no' (a lot of mangina's have the same issue).

"Adult films are widely available in Japan, which has a relatively liberal attitude toward pornography." Supposedly Japan is the porn capital of the world. I guess like Thailand (especially Bangkok) is the sex capital of the world:
"...women were made to perform in sometimes brutal sex scenes, on film against their will..." Again too spineless to say 'no'. Also, the police and laws do not exist.

"The surprise mea culpa followed the June arrest of three Tokyo talent agents accused of forcing a woman to appear in more than 100 pornographic videos." Again, too spineless to say 'no'. Plus, she never got paid one red cent for getting fucked by other men on camera. Plus, the police and laws do not exist.

"Like Kozai, the unnamed woman also thought she would be modelling." Illiterate once more.

"Critics say porn recruiters trick young women -- including minors -- with promises of showbusiness stardom." These women are adults and chose their path in life. Except in the case of minors - in their case, mommy and daddy have severely fallen down on the job of protecting their children from predators and helping them to make the correct choice in life. It's more important for daddy to work himself to death doing 14+ hour days to support mommy's "lifestyle".

"...girls have been lured by a lavish lifestyle..." These women are adults and chose their path in life. "Moooore coocckkk!" Er, I meant to say: more money! Wait, in porn, that's the same fuckin' thing.

"Agencies keep them stuck with threats, intimidation and fraudulent contracts." Because the police and laws do not exist.

I could continue the dissection with every single word of the article, but hell with it. That's enough.

This is all horseshit. Brave porn starlets becoming #metoo spineless fucktards, now that they're faceplanting the wall - they've been reamed in every single hole repeatedly - and their vaginas have become worn out beef cheddar in a catcher's mitt.

Of course, the leftist media loves these types of doublethink stories. "If it bleeds, it leads."

These used-up whores are coming out of the woodwork to "garner sympathy" and "raise awareness" and become "brave, battling former porn stars" and enough of that too. It's enough to make me vomit.

Executive Summary: Low-class slut runs out of slut-fuel and now is attempting to gather public sympathy for her next role in life (that of "helping" those "poor, poor dears of wimminz" who "suffer" through this type of "exploitation" to "cope").

The only exploitation happening here is of the retarded herd who are incapable of thinking and seeing the bullshit going down with these fucked-up mental cases and their fucked-up enablers and users.

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Sunday, 31 December 2017


Almost 5 years yakking on here.

Something like 6-7 since I got divorced.

My life has improved so much since then.

It is 2115 on New Years Eve, here in New Zealand.

I'm about to go sit on my deck with a glass of Grand Marnier and enjoy the silence.

So much better than someone with clue zero earbashing me to death.

Saturday, 30 December 2017

One Choice

This one's for the ladies. Let us begin. (With inspirational acknowledgement to Popp and Blake of Redonkulas, heheh.)

A woman has one choice in life. (You could say one chance in life too.)

The choice: Does she want a man in her life?

Yes? Then she must choose her man carefully - and stick with him.

No? Yay feminism! Yay independence! Yay cock carousel! Yay to being the hub in the Richard Salad!

Yay to always - always! - embracing the immortal words: "Mooooorrreee cooooccckkk!"

Just remember, sistah's: A woman don't need no man! A woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle!

Which is how she became the town bicycle and learned how to speak in gluggling vowels. The irony of this is overwhelming. (I choose cats!)

When she's done exploring her sexuality/discovering herself/whatever - aka crammed all her holes with as much cock as she possibly can - it's now time for her to settle down. At that point, after that 500 miles of cock being run through her, most nobody has any real interest in fucking her like in her youth. Even so, now she expects to go for full price.

Yeah nah.

After 31 cocks she's nowhere near a virgin. She's the chewing-gum that the weird kid sticks under the top of his desk, saving for later re-use.

So let's say that at the beginning she says: Yes.

Even so there's definitely a lot of teh wimminz fucking up this choice in life:
What is the most important decision that any woman can make in her entire life?
Who she has them with. When she has them. Where she has them. How she has them. Why she has them.
Yet a large % of women and her parents are fucking this up.
Now if you're stupid, and your parents are stupid - and you generally have run-of-the-mill average luck in life - effectively your choice has just defaulted to: "No." 'Cause you are about to get 500 miles of cock run through you, 6-8" at a time.

That's what happens when you choose the wrong man right from the beginning. (Men might - might!- give you one, perhaps two, fuckup-passes with this. Not if you've got any kind of fornication trophy though.)

Now if you're careful enough - you (and your parents) choose wisely - that "Yes" choice might actually work out for you.

Remember though: It's a "Yes" choice that you ladies have to make every day. In our modern days, you are free to flip it from "Yes" to "No" at any time. Once it's been flipped to "No", it can never go back. That switch is one-way.

To illustrate, from an old post:
The current system of female to male interaction (marriage) has the following mentality: "You will obey or you will be forced to obey." Which is of course no choice at all for married men. End result: you will obey, either fuckin' way. Slavery.
MGTOW on the other hand reverse this system into a male to female interaction with the following mentality: "Obey or fuck off." Which is of course a real choice for any woman. They want to hang around a MGTOW, they can obey - or fuck off. End result: they actually have a choice, unlike the female to male interaction of marriage and no choice. Freedom.
(Note that any man who goes into marriage these days is instantly forced into the female to male interaction. A mans' only real choices these days are: bachelor or marriage, freedom or slavery.)
A lotta women will pull the old bait'n'switch, flip the "Yes" to "No" when it's convenient for her or when pretty-much anything even slightly difficult comes down the pipeline of life. Frivorce! Cash and prizes! Yay - party-time!

Because they can. The current system enables it, encourages it, and lauds them for doing it.

"But BPS! What if he beats me/screws around with other women/whatever other lame exception or excuse I can come up with?"

You and your parents chose wrong. The switch is now locked permanently in the "No" position and you can part your legs, that 500 miles of cock is headed your way at 100 miles per gallon.

For every man out there, your mentality towards women MUST be: Obey or fuck off.

Test her. Constantly. Order her around.

If her choice is always "Yes" then she will obey.

If she does not obey, then her switch is in the "No" position. You are now free to cunt-punt that bitch to the kerb at your leisure. Tool her up a bit. Run it through all the gears, neutral slam it, and leave it where you found it, heading for section 8 housing.

She will obey. Or fuck off. Just don't give her any fornication trophies in the process - especially the ones that cost you $$$$.

Further inspiration for this post, from a skinny and slutty (full-sleeve tats are a giveaway) wimminz down at the park today. I was doing wind-sprints, she was very overtly pointing her tits at me with a big ole admiring look on her face - while her man was right beside her and looking fucking furious.

Heheh. Fuck no. You ain't monkey-branching to me you whore. Man, smack your bitch up.

Thursday, 28 December 2017

The Leech

Ah, the leech! Men get bitten by her every day - willingly!

"Can you help me with this...?"

"Would you do me a favor...?"

"I just wondered if you would...?"

And the general pussified man's reaction is:

"Sure! (Maybe I'll get laid!)"

Fuckin' laughable, these maggots.

You maggots wanna get laid? Two hundred bucks, I fucking guarantee that you'll get laid.

With a bit more skilled pussy than that cunt.

One that's almost certainly better-looking.

With less chance of STDs, too.

The worst part though, is when some self-entitled cunt pulls this at work.

Once? Yeah, okay. Just so that the business keeps going. Once.

Twice? Maaaaybe. If you're feeling in a really good mood. (No, you're not going to get to fuck her, you pathetic maggot you. Also remember: don't shit where you eat.)

Three-four-more times? Fuck no. Especially if it's every fucking day - FUCK NO!!!

This is where you should have been a little more proactive. By this point you should have been saying stuff like: "Sorry. Something really urgent has come up."

Cunt doesn't need to know that the something really urgent is actually: "I'm not doing your fucking shit job for you in addition to my own. Fuck off." Or that you'd prefer to pick your nose (getting the nasal cavities really clean is extremely fucking important). Or go have a dump (a massive bowel movement is of more importance and pleasure than her pathetic helplessness or whatever fucking excuse she's dreamed up this time).

Just about anything is better than doing her fucking job for her.

To really nip this shit in the bud though, you need to go to management and tell them what's happening. Then say: "Once? Oookay. Twice? Hmmmmm.... But three, four, five times? Something's wrong, you need to look into this."

'Cause if you don't nip that shit in the bud, what's going to happen is that you're going to be doing that cunts' work for her while she's: bitching to her co-workers/bitching about her co-workers/bitching about her frenemies/bitching about her boyfriend/making plans for tonight/making plans for her holidays/making plans for whatever. On top of that: painting her nails/messing with her hair/putting on makeup/sexting her latest Chad.

(What, you thought you were going to nail that pussy? Wake up you pathetic fucking maggot.)

A lot of pathetic maggots will let it get to this stage. Heh. They're fucked. They try to unfuck it, cue screaming shit-fits as that entitled cunt causes massive problems.

Because by now, it is very firmly entrenched in that entitled cunts' head that she can call *anyone* to give her a hand. Cue whining to HR that "this has become a hostile environment" and "I no longer feel safe with so-and-so" and "he's become toxic" and etc. Good luck with that sixteen tons of shit!

Or you can start right from the fucking beginning. Don't let the leech get her fucking teeth into you at all.

Brought to you by Crap Colored Glasses™ and a talk with an idiot pussy acquaintance who let this happen to him recently. Fucktard. (Full of lame excuses too. Fuck I hate that! Why do these pathetic maggots have a million lame excuses for their maggotness?)