So the wheels are coming off the gravy train again, heheh.
Yes, I'm a little tipsy. High stress work, sometimes my Fe/Ni starts going around in futile and ever-decreasing circles of inanity. Alcohol shuts the bullshit down and calms me a little, so long as I don't have too much. (That's Jungian Cognitive Function-speak, if you really care.)
So, the gravy train is starting to derail once again. But wait a minute:
Which gravy train?
Why, the gravy train that is the PUA's pussy-wagon, of course! Over on RoK they have recently had another hit piece: 4 Ways to Stop Being a MGTOW.
Tch tch tch. The usual shaming bullshit getting flung out again...the monkeys are seeing others walk off the plantation and decide to throw their monkey-poo at all and sundry...feminist-style shaming monkey-poo, of course.
Which brings up a few very interesting thoughts. Why do they feel they have to throw the monkey-poo with such lively abandon? It's like it happens every six months or so...quietens down...then flares up again.
Then it clicks (to me).
The 93% chance of all marriages ending up in divorce, within 10 years (my last post).
Oh my. So here we have Roosh peddling his snake-oil of new masculinity (where are these unicorns you're expecting your new men to marry? fucktard) - but there is a bigger, more pressing issue.
No, it's not that a lot of men are going MGTOW. (Though any lost sale to the head honcho's of the PUAsphere must rankle something bad.)
No, it's not that the new masculinity is going down the tubes. (Is it? I've not bothered keeping an eye on that to see. I wouldn't be surprised. It's just a slightly reddish tinge to the blue pill, attempting to drag men back to the plantation.)
It's actually that the men going MGTOW are taking the props away from the civilization, the plantation, that allows the PUAsphere to exist.
Y'see, no civilization = a lesser variety of free pussy for the dancing monkeys to take advantage of.
When everything turns to third-world levels of crime and stupidity, it actually becomes dangerous to be a monkey that dances for free pussy.
Wanna fuck some dude's girlfriend or wife? Get caught, you're either dead or beaten to a pulp.
There might be a "veneer" of law, which applies only to the powerful and high-status in life. (Which applying will only be to the advantage of the powerful and high-status, being leveraged against the weak and powerless and trash that is the rest of society.)
In the back-streets themselves, gutter-law rules. Fuck my girl, me'n my bro's will fuck you up good, mate.
Social status posturing and posing?
Nah. Gutter-law is a baseball bat to the kneecaps and nuts.
Funny, in a way. I dragged myself out of gutter-law, only to find that society as a whole is dragging itself back in to it.
The PUAs free-pussy-wagon? The wheels are coming off. The street has eyes. The eyes don't report to the law. The eyes pass it on to the gutter-law.
Show respect, you'll get along good. No respect? Goan fuck you up, cut you up, mate. Then I'll slice that cunt up too. Fix you both, show everyone not to cross me, mate.
The most deliciously ironic thing? The PUAs are taking advantage of a declining civilization. In r/K terms, they're teaching themselves to use the rabbit breeding strategy. (Humorous. Self-improvement! Become a wolf! So you can breed like a rabbit. Fucking humorous.)
But these rabbits, they're cannibals...eat each other...and you're putting yourselves into their feeding-chain.
Ya know what? You did it to yourself.
What more can you say? Time for a little more Grand Marnier, then out like a light. To sleep, perchance to dream, and hopefully it's not a fuckin' nightmare like so many people are dragging the world into.