Yuppies Are So Stupid II

The last one was about cars, this one's about houses. Come to think of it, shit in general. Blech.

So I live in a house that was built in the sixties. Solid concrete basement area, tanalized hardwood frame, brick exterior, solid wood floors, etc. Roof was replaced 10-odd years ago.

Of course, being the sixties, no insulation. (Good thing too - in the day it was asbestos and getting that out of the walls basically means tearing the entire house down.) Had to get that in the roof and floor, and you can't get it in the walls easily - requires gutting the whole house, stuffing the walls, and re-paneling. Got a heat pump installed too, still has a functional fireplace.

This is all standard maintenance/upkeep/modernizing that you have to do over the years. For a 50+ year old place it's actually pretty damn good.

Unfortunately this is where the yuppies come in...

Last owner was a builder. Most jackleg sonofabitch that I've ever had the misfortune to fix up after. The shit he screwed up is unbelievable. Not big, big stuff - no - small, stupid, niggling stuff.

The kind of stuff that nobody in their right mind would screw up. Let alone a builder.

Stuff that is, in aggregate, bloody expensive to sort out. Death of a thousand cuts type of expensive.

Example. Over time, the light fixtures break. Usual stuff. They get replaced. If you can't find something that works, you might save up a thou and then get the whole lot replaced with the same (more modern) type. Assuming that you give a damn, which I don't particularly.

Not this fucker and his ho.

They went through and replaced about 2/3rds of things, with such a mishmash of shit...recessed, spotlight, fixture, strip...which results in a heck of a lot of inconvenience. The biggest one is having to keep four different types of lightbulbs on hand.

See, in NZ we have a standard lightbulb and socket that is bayonet type. They're actually quite a pain in the ass, the spring-loading takes some force to replace bulbs, so you can bust the bulbs as you put them in and take them out. (Not something that you want to do with the "eco-friendly" flouro bulbs - when it happens, clean up immediately.)

Modern "fixtures" generally have screw-bulbs. Very convenient, especially for older folks like my parents. *BUT* you can't get these to replace the standard bayonet socket. Very inconvenient.

Then of course, there's various dickwad multi-lamp spotlight things out there. Yet a third bulb to have on hand...

...the stupid fluoro strip over the bathroom handbasin...

...modern LED fuckin' fixtures that you can't replace the fuckin' LED, you have to replace the entire fuckin' fixture...

...and pretty soon you have a shelf that's half-filled with bulbs of various types, just so you have one of everything that you're gonna be needing at short notice.

One day, you just might get the urge to say "fuck it" and go toddle off to get some kind of fixture that fits the general decor of a 50yo house, because you're getting sick of not having the right kind of bulb when one rather "unique" light fixture goes. (It's inevitable and a fiddly pain in the ass to replace. Literally a half-hour of playing around, which you don't want to be doing with a torch. Short winter days, by the time you get home on weekdays you only have the torch as an option.)

That's when you realize that all the modern "fixtures" are shit. Even when they cost about $70 a pop, they're designed badly (deliberate, of course). The only conclusion that you can figure is that the plan was based on a crayon drawing by the neighbors' fuckin' retarded kid, I shit you not.

(Not, mind you, that this is all about the lights in this place. Or any place. This is just one small symptom of the fucktardism out there that ends up in housing. Or bikes. Or computers. Or cars. Or whatever.)

Of course, these prior yuppie owners - despite the hubby being a fuckin' builder - use the most crappily expensive shit out there and put it together in the most jackleg manner, that taking things apart and replacing them is hours of work.

Literally, about 3 hours going back'n'forth. 'Cause they did bright shit like putting wood-screws directly into gib board (Americans call it drywall) which you can damn near piss through and left it hanging on a prayer, some of the screws stuck in with some kinda glue, et-fucking-cetera. Couple that with fucked designs of fixtures, to go with other fucked-up shit that morons do to "fix" things, everything is on a par know-what-I-mean.

This shit is endemic.

It's like the i-stop in certain cars (no, Apple didn't put a car out - Mazda). The stated purpose is to "save you petrol/money" by turning off your engine when you're stopped at the sign/light - you're saving the environment too, yippee whee skip. Reality is that you can idle your car for a couple hours on a liter of gas, so unless you're sitting in a goddamn traffic-jam you aren't actually saving fuck-all.

In a traffic jam - you got fingers to turn keys, don'tcha?

If the battery gets a little bit flat (which it does with all the stop-start bullshit) then the i-stop doesn't actually turn the engine off, because if it did then your car would be dead until you got a jump-start. BTW, from experience it takes about 8-10 stop-starts to where the battery is borderline and it leaves the engine running to keep the battery topped up. IE about 10 blocks in the city.

This's just more superficially-useful yet actually sub-standard electronic junk that can break, thank you very fucking much.

So this is all on the par with electric cars and the like - bullshit that nobody wants, dumb marketing to make it sound good, and the retards who "learn" about this get all smug about it as they drive their yuppie shitbox around. They're about a millionth of a hair above people who watch infomercials, same shit different day.

At least the infomercial people don't generally bullshit themselves. They know it's garbage.

Lipstick on a pig. Might look good, still a goddamn pig. A helluva lot of people do this to themselves, with everything in their lives, with everything that they do, voluntarily.

Muy estupido.

Democracy My Ass

Everyone goin' on about de-mock-racy, de-mock-racy, de-mock-racy.

De-mock-racy is failing! It's failing, I tellya! We needs ta vote in someone to fix the problems!

Horseshit.

We live in a plutocracy.

Plutocracy or plutarchy, is a form of oligarchy and defines a society ruled or controlled by the small minority of the wealthiest citizens. The first known use of the term was in 1652.

Go look it up on Wikipedia or Infogalactic.

Defines the political system of the West 100%.

Of course, it's not a "pure" plutocracy. Oh no! It masquerades as a de-mock-racy, a front to hide the bullshit and lies. A complete mockery.

Because when it costs several million dollars for someone to "run for office", it's only the fuckers who have the $$$ who get there. Just give the retarded "public" the illusion of having a choice in the matter.

Who do you choose:

* Candidate A, a democrat with $$$

* Candidate B, a democrat with $$$

* Candidate C, a democrat with $$$

* Candidate D, a republican with $$$

* Candidate E, a republican with $$$

* Candidate F, a dark-horse "independent" republican with $$$

All just pigs vying to see how long and how much they can get their snouts in the tax-gravy of the public fuckin' trough.

Now, if you're lucky, you get the chance to "vote" in a more realistic pig who actually decides to give cleaning the mess up a solid go. Because it's no fuckin' use having $$$ if everything is going to hell in a handbasket and the $$$ become as worthwhile as the currency of Argentina and Zimbabwe. Or the country actually turns into Argentina and Zimbabwe.

Especially when the other fuckin' pigs are too fuckin' stupid to see the shit-on-a-shingle that's coming in the future, clear as day and broadcasting every-fuckin'-thing so bright and loud that even the half-awake voters can see what's in the pipeline. (Not the leftists. Those fuckers are asleep at the helm. Nobody home, you betcha.)

Brought to you by a bleak look through Crap-Colored Glasses™, only $1k the pair and cheap at 10x the price.

Big Brother Is Doxxing You

You want to find out everything about someone? (Police arrests, family, history of living locations, sex offenders list, etc.)

Instant Checkmate

Not free, of course.

No stalkers will ever use it, of course.

No serial murderers will be interested, of course. ("Find me the location of all Sarah Connor's in Los Angeles.")

No criminals will use it for identity theft, of course. (Or answering the "what is the name of your cat" question to get into your email.)

Nothing could possibly go wrong!

Brought to you by Crap-Colored Glasses™, only $1k the pair and cheap at 10x the price. (I really should raise my prices. Maybe I should create "Crap-Colored Glasses™ Consulting", just for fuckin' laughs.)

Crass Women

Okay, it's being blurted around everywhere - Amber the Twat filed for divorce (with domestic violence accusations as well) from Johnny the Depp.

Terrence Popp and Blake, you guys have a new Pimptard / Wifestitute to put together. It'll take a few months for it all to become final, but hey. Given that he's rumored to be worth something like $300 million and she's worth something like $10 million. Nice payout for her.

Now of course, the *really* crass bit: she filed for divorce 3 days after Johnny's mother died. Absolutely perfect example of a massive money-grubbing ho.

No, I'm not mad about this - actually I'm amused, with rather bleak and black humor. Men see this shit and they're not warned?

So to be crass in my turn, in the male way:

Look on the bright side, Johnny. You might lose half your shit - probably more - but your ex-ho has revealed to the world what an absolutely massive cunt she is.

Brought to you by Crap Colored Glasses™ and a boatload of "holy fuck people are so blind and stoooopid".

Learn To Be Lonely

I hadn't planned on any New Year's post or the like - or anything for the next few weeks. Yet here it is. Simply because something finally clicked in my head.

Why do divorced guys get married again? And again, and (sometimes) yet again? Three-four marriages?

They can't stand the loneliness.

Which finally explains a guy I know who just got taken (again) by his latest Russian bride. That's his original chick and two Russian girls so far. I wonder if he's going to try for #3 Russian bride - or maybe he'll go for Brazilian, or Argentinean, or Filipino, or whatever the du jour of the moment happens to be.

Happy fuckin' Christmas mate. Are you going to stop banging your head into the wall any time soon? You must be about broke by now.

Admittedly, thinking about it, it's only us old farts who go around doing stupid shit like second-third-fourth marriages. We still cling, in some weird way, to the idea of "the one".

There is no "One". The world isn't filled with elves, fairies, and unicorns that shit rainbows. It runs on blood, sweat and diesel.

The younger generation has it much easier than us old farts. They can generally read the writing on the wall. That is probably why the stereotype of the fat no-hoper young guy living in the 'rents basement and playing video games came into being. Boilerplate shaming language flung around by feminists and fucktards with an agenda, to describe a situation that they can't otherwise figure.

Like I said in "What is MGTOW" - it doesn't matter what the fuck you do. So long as it's your choice and you are in control of your life as much as possible.

The younger generation read the writing on the wall. They have many stellar examples and pillars of female respectability to enjoy the company of.

Why, even our bestest friend mattress girl is lauded as a paragon of wonderfulness. Something that all of teh wimminz should aspire to.

Of course, there's GamerGate - ComicGate - the other various Social Justice Warrior pussies who got their digs in while they could - the guys getting fired over a bad joke because Sarkeesian decided to take offence -

Yeah, the younger generation got their heads down. Fuckin' sensible, those guys. They know it's better to be lonely, than to be shafted. Way better than playing Russian Roulette with half the chambers loaded. Add another bullet for each marriage after the first.

Which makes a whole lotta sense. Most younger guys who are effective MGTOW never even read about it on the interwebs. They don't bother coming out here. They already know all this shit. They got eyes, they can see, they got brains, they can think. These days it truly doesn't take much to smell the shit and connect the dots. Her age doesn't matter much - the problems are relentless from the majority of women (maybe 80%).

It's just us older farts, and the guys still shaking off the blinkers and brainwashing, who have wandered into the manosphere. Trying to get a few answers. Pity that it's so full of scammers and con artists.

If you ever see me selling anything - some kinda infobook or the like - you know that I've sold my soul out and become a scammer.

Are They Morons Or Subversively Brilliant?

I was in the process of doing my little jot of Monk Mode, happy in my wee space while sorting out my life and torturing myself at the gym (especially with that bloody Ab-Wheel) -

- until I made the mistake of opening up social crapia and started vomiting in stanzas. Barf.

The latest piece of shit going around appears to be from the feminazi-leftist-fucktards who infest the world like maggots. I will insert it here, however I found it so patronizingly stupid and frustratingly juvenile and moronic that I couldn't watch more than about 30 seconds.

I strongly urge you to *NOT* watch this:

You watched that? You poor bastard. Quick, have some alcohol.

Now, all that fucking crap aside. You probably thought that this post was going to be a rant about "fucking moron asswipes, fucking idiot women should be taught not to put themselves in at-risk situations, less than 1% of men would actually commit rape, stop claiming false rape you cunts" and et-fucking-cetera.

While that lot is true - nope.

Once I recovered a bit, and relaxed for a couple days, I can't decide if the makers of this piece of shit are either morons - or subversively, ab-so-fucking-lutely, brilliant.

Because, thinking on a deeper level, you could probably not come up with a better way to absolutely piss off anyone who has:

1/ an IQ of 100+
2/ not been brainwashed to the point of death

So, is it the efforts of some mangina'd, feminazi-inspired lunacy? In which case: LOL you crazy cunts, thank you for showing your true colors!

Or, is it the efforts of some Black Knight genius? In which case: Thumbs up to you, you mad motherfucker - go hard!

It's all in the way you think about it. You decide.

PS: The best part about it, is that it's being spread by the crazy femicunts themselves. We don't need to say shit, just look at it and sneer. Simply remember to stay away from the crazy cunts who spread this "tea consent".

And Now For Something Completely Different

Guaranteed to enrage feminists, leftists, manginas, SJW/GamerGate pussies, and other assorted White Knighting motherfuckers. Hold on to your nuts.

Every now and then FaceCrap actually comes up with something truly humorous. In this case, a link to an auction running on TradeMe. I fully-expect this guy's FaceCrap feed to be deleted over this, and his TradeMe account as well. Fuck it, it's brilliant.

First the title and pictures:

Highlights include:

* Wimmin! Never marry anything else

* The Kitchen Version

* And no, you cannot edit their boobs in the player editor. That would be just sexist.

* The dog-shit

Now the blurb:

In your face, Electronic Arts!

'Allo Bruce, 'ow the fuck areya?

Now the three pictures:

I don't think I'll ever get tired of that bit about not being able to edit their boobs in the player editor. Fucking-aye I'm juvenile.

This game is The Shit.

Was that why you sold your soul to Electronic Arts? Too bad, so sad, never fuckin' mind.

There you have it, tonight's black humor. Ain't it refreshing to know that there are still Men out there?

Symptoms of Social Decline

So, a couple days ago I'm walking into the local Countdown (a grocery store in NZ). Just your standard shopping-trip. What do I see walking in front of me?

Pleasingly slim shape. Decent clothing. Hair with the "just washed" look that is either gaining traction again or I dunno fuckin' what - maybe she was just being a slob and had just washed it.

Barefoot.

Instant thought: "Skank."

Yeah, you definitely want to put a ring on that slob.

During the past winter: people letting their kids run around barefoot. Rain, crap on the ground, never mind kid - go running around barefoot.

Go walking into the grocery store in your onesies. Dressing gown with slippers and shit. The "people of Wal-Mart" theme got nothing on these fuckers - unbe-fucking-lievable. Unbelievable. Whole family wandering in. Sloppy as fuck every one.

Yeah, you definitely want to put a ring on that slob.

Speaking of putting a ring on it, I have written before about various dancers. In particular one who:

* on at least two occasions tried the "I got pregnant and miscarried and it's all his fault" theme
* put spyware on her boyfriend's phone
* got a restraining order against him for "beating her up"
* who later confessed to all her friends that she had been lying
* who still got full support from her friends

Some desperate fuckwit put a ring on that. Seriously, a big ole diamond ring, probably worth a good ten grand. She's been flashing it around everywhere, out on an expensive wedding trip overseas, flash-flash-flashflashflash. Livin' the dream of livin' life large.

Fuck you are desperate mate. Heheh.

So much shit in this world. So much fuckin' stupidity. While the zombies go walkin' around, unaware of the idiocy goin' on around them and in their heads.

Brought to you by Crap Colored Glasses™, only $1k the pair and cheap at 10x the price.

The Feminists Prayer

From commentor MindStorm, pointing us over to Dalrock's blog:

Oh great hamster in the sky, give us our daily alimony, child support and government cheque. Forgive our ex-husbands but give us their house and in his stead, give us eternal divorce bliss! In thy eternal hamsterisation, Amen!

Also:

Oh great hamster in the sky. Give us wimmenz a better deal! Our pitiful husbands be boring, un-tingly and not of high enough status. Oh hamster, give us a speedy frivorce with cash and prizes galore (spacious house included). Grant us too a speedy millionaire handyman, with two or perhaps three holiday homes in various island destinations around the world, to restore our tingles most hastily. Give him a suave Spanish accent too.. Don’t judge us though hamster but instead spin on thy wheel of rationalisations and bring us closer to thy mercy.

In thy hamsterbatory name, Amen!

Beautiful. I too would share a drink with feministhater.

Man Up And Marry That Foreign Whore

On my post about becoming an Expat And Staying There, commentor Quatermain makes a very simple and common-sense observation:

They say that certain foreign women are traditional but the ones quick to marry a Western Man don't sound traditional to me

Which started me down the logic-chain. I posted the comment, then realized that it deserves its own post. Foreign girls - despair! Western girls and mangina's and white-knight motherfuckers - you'll probably be screwed up with a mixture of being overjoyed and pissed off no fucking end. Because Western men are starting to wake up to the fucking bullshit.

My answer:

Exellently put, and I've often wondered myself. These women must know that Western Men have completely different viewpoints and values to them, yet they still chase them. Why?

As (I think) I've mentioned before: How do I know that a foreign woman is really high-class? How do I get to walk amongst the social strata where high-class foreign women exist? (Hell, I worked my way out of poverty and have been unimpressed by the "quality" of our local high-class women, including some who are drug-using millionaire heiresses from England.) Why should such high-class foreign women want to marry a man who has such divergent world-views and values than she does?

This chain of logic simply illustrates that the "high-class women" are overwhelmingly likely to be the local low-class trash and good-time girls looking to settle down with someone who has money. Western Men really aren't going to know the difference between local class and trash, short of staying there for 5+ years and getting to know the language, customs, locals, etc.

Especially when (for example, in Bangkok, Thailand) Western Men are nearly overwhelmingly viewed as sex tourists and easy marks with lots of money. We don't know if they're a ladyboy (though most will admit it), a whore (most will admit it), a good-time girl (aka butterfly girl - most won't admit it because of the social stigma), a pleasantly ordinary woman, or a high-class woman. We are simply ignorant.

Sadly, this chain of logic then shows that foreign trash is likely better than our home-grown trash. They happily chase Western Men because their local Men don't want trash.

Which brings up interesting thoughts regarding social status. A woman who marries any Man immediately takes on his social status and standing, simply through becoming married. It doesn't matter if she was a whore, slut, waitress, whatever. So if a whore marries a millionaire her status goes through the roof (see the movie Pretty Woman).

When a foreign whore marries an equivalent millionaire Western Man and stays in her home, her status goes through the roof (locally). She moves to the West with him and her status plummets to "normal" - better than "whore" yet a far cry less than the "millionaire" status she had momentarily achieved. Is there a wonder that she turns toxic upon getting into the Western environment?

These girls look exotic to Western Men's eyes, therefore they are generally pretty in Western Men's eyes. Their demeanor is generally going to be more pleasant than Teh Western Wimminz, because they never lost sight of the fact that it's far easier to lure your prey with honey than vinegar.

Yes, Pretty Whore. Marry that Millionaire. You deserve it!

"God promised Men that there would be good wives to be found at all corners of the Earth. Then He made the world round, and He laughed and laughed and laughed..."

She Doesn't Need A Man

From the cesspit of FaceCrap, not an Irish sense of humor - a feminazi sense of humor:

Crisis averted, thank goodness!

I hope you don't have problems opening your bottle of antidepressants.

The Only Value It Ever Had

Ran across this from the boys over at /r/MGTOW:

Yes indeed, the only value it ever had.

Haggling - Joke of the Day

Attributed to many people, and with many variations. The so-called "red pill" has been out there for a long time, it's just the pussified modern men have been browbeaten down to not passing timeless wisdom like this on to the next generation. How society has been moulded by the feminist narrative!

This one's attributed to George Bernard Shaw.

George Bernard Shaw was on a train one morning, reading his paper. After a while he looks up from his paper and says to the girl in the cabin: "If I gave you a hundred thousand pounds, would you sleep with me?"

Girl: "Yes, I would."

GBS: "Hmmmm." He goes back to his paper again.

After a few minutes, he looks up from the paper to the girl: "If I gave you ten pounds, would you sleep with me?"

Girl fumes: "What kind of girl do you think I am?"

GBS: "We've already established that. Now we're just negotiating the price."

Men always knew that women were like that. The dictates of "nice" society be damned.

Humor With An Edge

Been digging a bit deep into the bottomless black hole of society recently, decided it's time for a little humor - of course, with a typical knife-edge. Relax and enjoy this Friday the 13th.

Crap Colored Glasses

Writer Anonymous stated in a comment on my last post:

I got my shit colored glasses after blowing $6k on a stripper/whore 19 years ago. So you got yours pretty cheap in comparison.

I was going to reply to him, then realized that he deserved better. He - and other readers - deserve a clearer explanation of my often-used closing statement of: "Crap Colored Glasses™, only $1k the pair and cheap at 10x the price". Plus the history behind it.

I believe that I have put up some of the history at various times, though probably not all of it. Or very scattered, all over the show. So understand straight up here: it did not cost me a simple $1k to get my crap-colored glasses. It did not cost $10k to get them. With wasted time and life and missed opportunity costs it was well over $500k, closer to $600k.

That's being extremely conservative. See: Is That Pussy Worth It? for a clearer idea.

See, in my youth I was basically playing around and all that stuff with regards to women. Probably reasonably textbook "Alpha" as it is defined in certain sections of the Manosphere. Eventually got it together enough to go into partnership with some guys and put together an IT company. We started making some serious dollars.

Then I decided that it was time to settle down and be a responsible fuckin' adult. I drank the Kool Aid™ - slugged it back pretty hard - went all the way into so-called "Beta" as it's put in certain sections of the Manosphere. Wife, house, lookin' at a family down the line, you get the shitty picture. It can hit you hard if you aren't paying attention. Or if you listen to society and decide that that's what you "should" do, to help keep fuckin' civilization going and all.

On the surface, my ex-cunt probably hit the jackpot so far as our feminized society was concerned and the billing and cooing of all the femicunts around. Which amongst women, that's all that matters.

Then she hit The Bloat™, played the "I'm not haaaappy" card, and *flush* everything down the toilet. The only reason that I had anything left was because I made it abundantly clear to her and to all the lawyers involved that I'd pursue a Scorched Earth Policy™ if they pushed hard enough.

Fuck the consequences to me, I'll survive better'n her.

So yeah, I have a house (too big for me) and part of a business still. Thank goodness that there were no children to get caught up in the meat-grinder, nor do we typically pay alimony in New Zealand. (It is possible, simply very uncommon - it's called "Spousal Support". A massive fuckin' crock of shit whatever the name.)

So there's the history-bit. Now to the explanation of Crap Colored Glasses™.

These days I spend about $20 a week being social. Work out the numbers: 20 x 50 = $1,000 a year. In prior times I spent a lot more, learning to dance and socializing and et-fucking-cetera. Now that's dropped down to $1k - lunch, the occasional beer, BBQ, simple shit like that. I spend way more each year doing self-improvement with weight-training at a gym with a personal trainer.

Occasionally you end up with a woman. It's been two so far this year. They don't last long: invariably they do something completely fuckin' stupid and shaft themselves. The average cunt these days has the brains and attention-span of a flea.

Alternatively, you could spend about $200 a week fucking a younger, tighter whore. With a going rate of: 200 x 50 = $10,000 a year for paid pussy. There's the "cheap at 10x the cost" bit, which is where it appears that Anonymous fell into things and earned his Crap Colored Glasses™. Good on you man. You got it cheap.

Because you can go the full half-million-dollar self-chosen ball-roast like I did. Decide that that pussy is worth it. Put your nuts in her purse. Lose a large amount of every damn thing you've ever built up over your entire life, plus what you probably would have done without her around. As per "Is That Pussy Worth It?" above.

I was lucky. I didn't lose everything. It could have happened, start over from zerch.

Was that pussy worth it? Worth the lost opportunities? Worth the wasted money that should have been invested properly? Worth the mind-fuck-games? Worth the passive-aggressive bullshit? Worth the arguing? Worth the snide remarks? Worth the snotty attitude from a cunt who basically didn't make $50k a year and spent more than that? Worth being around a crazy BPD/NPD cunt?

Fuck no.

Which is why this blog is here. "Exposing the black poison in the soul of the world." Pointing out all this fuckin' crazy shit that women do. Pointing out the crap that has been ladled into our heads to hide that crazy shit. Thinking random thoughts about all the crazy shit going on. Trying to help in some small way so that some men get those damn cautionary tales brought to their attention, so that they don't go around blind and unthinking in their lives.

Being sarcastic as fuck at times, tryin' to keep it real as fuck, twisting the viewpoint around to look at things from many weirdass angles. Even hers, trying to look out through the eyes of the shallow, inane, insane.

My tiny way of paying it back to the world of 3.5 billion men that I will never meet. Every post as shallow as the surface where you roll your eyes and gloss over it in a few seconds before moving on. Every post as deep as you can bring yourself to look down the fuckin' black hole of shit before you start shakin'.

A small voice tryin' to help you be free.

In a way, this - the so-called Manosphere - is some of the wisdom that we lost with the Boomer generation. Those fuckwits turned their back completely on the prior generation who had fought two hard wars, put together money, and were "successful" despite all that shit. Not that they were the absolute best in life - however they generally had it together reasonably well.

But, no. Turn on, tune in, drop out. "My olds were such squares maaaan." "Enslaved and working for the system maaaan." "Never trust anyone over 30 maaaan." Fuckin' hippies.

There is the surface world, the gynocentric, pussy-owns-everything, femicunt paradise. Yeah there's a few cracks in it - chasms for the older cunts. On the whole though, it's all fluffy: babies, elves, faeries, Harry Potter, unicorns that shit rainbows, limp-wristed adaptations of 50 Shades of Shit. It's all about her and how she feels.

Under the surface, in the real world, it all runs on blood, sweat and diesel. This is the part that's all about him and how he bleeds.

Some of mine got caught in the gears of slavery, though I managed to extract myself with relatively minimal pain. So I do my best to show others the gears, levers, pullies, camshafts, rollers, et-fucking-cetera. So they hopefully won't get caught in it - or can maybe extract themselves with less hassles.

Crap Colored Glasses™, only $1k the pair and cheap at 10x the cost. Good luck Anonymous. The world is yours - as much of it as you want - so long as you are careful to not become a slave caught in the gears and rollers.

Time to sip some Grand Marnier, now I'm done with talkin'.

Women's Freedom

Women are now as free as men. Free to be industrialised drones, interchangeable cogs in an automated machine of pointless misery, just as we men are.

Be proud. Be very, very proud. You have achieved what you wanted - yet now you have it, is it truly what you want to do with your whole life?

But then: I'm happy. I no longer have to be a desperate slave to keep a woman and children going. I only need to keep myself going. That's far easier.

Welcome to the machine, oiled with the black poison of human desperation and sweat.