So a few weeks back I was having dinner with family, including a step-brother from out-of-town. Several subjects come up - workers, wages, running a business, not doing cash-jobs after hours, that sort of thing.
One of the things that came up was women. Specifically, foreign women.
Very specifically, Philippines women.
One, in fact, married to an NZ man, who brought her over here.
For a while, he was sending money overseas to her family. You know what I mean - supporting her whole family, through his wife, from his life in New Zealand.
Eventually he refused to send money overseas any more. It was a cash-sink that was ruining his life here. Aka the stupid slave woke up to the fact that he was not just enslaved to his "wife", the entire family was sucking down the rewards of his efforts as well. He was enslaved to the lot of them.
What happened?
Blammo. Divorce.
Cleaned out. Lock, stock, and two smoking barrels.
As my step-brother stated: there was nothing involving love in it. It was strictly a financial, cash, situation in her eyes - and in the eyes of her entire overseas family.
Now, if my step-brother would wake up and apply that knowledge to *all* women and not just foreign women...but then if he did, he might look harder at his own wife...
Willful blindness is not pretty to see.
So simply a warning, an anecdote from someone else who witnessed the pain of someone having his world stripped away from him, having his slavery rubbed in his face.
Foreign women, yes, just like that. Our women, yes, just like that.
All women, yes, just like that.
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Monday, 21 August 2017
Monday, 3 July 2017
The Divorce Grinder Is Real
Over on /r/MGTOW, another link to Statistics Brain which I originally used in my post about the Divorce Grinder that I put up several months ago.
One of the commentors states that this is wrong, bullshit, etc - and states that Statistics Brain doesn't cite it's sources, etc. (Which it does, it's just that the CDC hasn't yet posted out the September 2016 statistics that were used. Us ordinary peons don't get that info the moment it's been generated, it goes first to people who pay out the nose for it.)
Now, there's quite a lot of apparent relief in the post. Even the op is saying that he's glad he posted it, else he'd live with the misconception.
I hate to burst these men's bubbles - and not to shit on the commentor who states that the Statistics Brain people are wrong, wrong, wrong - the Statistics Brain people are correct. Here is how you actually calculate these statistics on a yearly basis.
This is the basic data that I've dragged out of the CDC's website - I've chosen to use Page 16, the 2006-2010 statistics for all women (the stats are roughly the same as for men, a 1% difference). I've put a 0 in there as a beginning data-point, because hopefully you don't get divorced 3 seconds after marriage (and there's no 1-year percentage to start from):
Now, put it into an excel chart to show a rough trend of divorce over the 20 year period:
From this, I've done something that is not the greatest - I've had to dice things up to get a general percentage per year (ie 4% after 1 year, etc). Here's what it looks like when you start with a million marriages - remove a percentage the first year - then the next year, remove another percentage from the marriages that remain (because the other ones are already dust) - and keep doing it ad infinitum:
And from the 10-year line, there was a 10.8% chance of a marriage still existing after 10 years when using 2006-2010 data. Note the peak number of divorces at the 5-year mark, the numbers going down from there as the number of marriages remaining from Year-Zero dwindles.
When you throw in the data from the latest key-statistics it looks much worse and more like what the Statistics Brain people state:
That is only using existing information, not extrapolating it into the future - as the Statistics Brain people have done. So yes, the 6.4% chance of a marriage surviving more than 10 years (aka a 93.6% chance of a marriage failing within 10 years) looks to be real numbers.
It's a bleak look through Crap-Colored Glasses™ today. Marriage and divorce is still a massive shit-sandwich of pain.
One of the commentors states that this is wrong, bullshit, etc - and states that Statistics Brain doesn't cite it's sources, etc. (Which it does, it's just that the CDC hasn't yet posted out the September 2016 statistics that were used. Us ordinary peons don't get that info the moment it's been generated, it goes first to people who pay out the nose for it.)
Now, there's quite a lot of apparent relief in the post. Even the op is saying that he's glad he posted it, else he'd live with the misconception.
I hate to burst these men's bubbles - and not to shit on the commentor who states that the Statistics Brain people are wrong, wrong, wrong - the Statistics Brain people are correct. Here is how you actually calculate these statistics on a yearly basis.
This is the basic data that I've dragged out of the CDC's website - I've chosen to use Page 16, the 2006-2010 statistics for all women (the stats are roughly the same as for men, a 1% difference). I've put a 0 in there as a beginning data-point, because hopefully you don't get divorced 3 seconds after marriage (and there's no 1-year percentage to start from):
When you throw in the data from the latest key-statistics it looks much worse and more like what the Statistics Brain people state:
It's a bleak look through Crap-Colored Glasses™ today. Marriage and divorce is still a massive shit-sandwich of pain.
Wednesday, 30 November 2016
Gone Girl Doublethink
So an old working-buddy of mine has been struggling the last month or so with the fact that his wife and him split up. (Delivered out of the blue. By her. On a weekend. As is anecdotally common.) I'm wondering how long it will before she gets on tinder, looking for her first dose of post-separation hot-beef-injection. Also what it will do to him when he finds out.
Thinking about this brings to mind a personal Gone Girl, from back in the days when I used tinder semi-regular. Also, about the self-protective doublethink mentality of girls on tinder in general.
My particular Gone Girl was a blue-eyed redhead. Probably rate her a 6-7, closer to 6 - she would have been a stunner in her youth, age 44-ish at the time of meeting. Pleasingly slim and firm body (she swam daily) with a slightly tired face (that's what made her closer to 6). She made all the right noises about me, was interested, etc etc etc. One thing was wrong though: pinpoint pupils.
At this point I knew: she wasn't actually interested, she just wanted someone to get her rocks off with. Some casual chit-chat and she revealed that she'd been separated for 6 months. Yep, she just wanted her first dose of post-separation hot-beef-injection - I was available and had the muscles she liked and had the right mix of intellectual and bloody-minded personality to make me plausibly seem to be her type.
BUT there was no way she was gonna say "I just wanna get my rocks off" - far too slutty for the ego to take (she was a self-proclaimed intellectual). So she was looking for something long-term.
Okay.
So, after a decent enough time of chatting, getting to know each other via text, etc - on the second date she got her rocks off.
A couple of days later comes the expected text (note that this is the actual text - I took a screensnap and keep it in the cloud, just in case of a false rape allegation):
* she's gotten her rocks off
* she's convinced herself that she's not a slut, it was simply a mistake, and is now virtuous
* she's offered an olive branch, a sop, to the guy she got her rocks off with
These are all self-affirmations of empowerment and virtuousness. She's reasoned out that what she really wanted to have was just a mistake, she has re-framed it in a better light, and she is now a born-again virgin once more.
Now on my part, I can:
* accept and be an orbiter in the hope that she'll jump my cock again one day (win for her)
* be a passive-aggressive pussy towards her (which is nasty of me and validates her decision)
* ignore her because she's fucking mental (which is also nasty of me and validates her decision)
Note that all three leave her validated - whatever I might do she wins emotionally and socially in the doublethink sweepstakes. I personally chose the last option: ignoring her because she's fucking mental. At least that way I don't have to deal with her bullshit.
So, I'm not 100% sure how profiles are on tinder and online dating these days - there used to be a lot of blank ones on tinder, no text at all. (At least that's more sensible than the fucktards who are "420-friendly" and shit like that. Talk about advertising your stupidity.) Why might this be?
It's so she can say whatever might seem appropriate to the man that she finds attractive, when she actually wants to get her rocks off. Doublethink.
Which brings me back to my friend, separated from his ex. How long might it be before she jumps on tinder looking to jump on a handy cock?
I'm picking another five months.
Here's to you buddy - it's gonna be a rocky road, and this is your second wife that's jumped ship. Hopefully you ain't dumb enough to try for a third time.
Thinking about this brings to mind a personal Gone Girl, from back in the days when I used tinder semi-regular. Also, about the self-protective doublethink mentality of girls on tinder in general.
At this point I knew: she wasn't actually interested, she just wanted someone to get her rocks off with. Some casual chit-chat and she revealed that she'd been separated for 6 months. Yep, she just wanted her first dose of post-separation hot-beef-injection - I was available and had the muscles she liked and had the right mix of intellectual and bloody-minded personality to make me plausibly seem to be her type.
BUT there was no way she was gonna say "I just wanna get my rocks off" - far too slutty for the ego to take (she was a self-proclaimed intellectual). So she was looking for something long-term.
Okay.
So, after a decent enough time of chatting, getting to know each other via text, etc - on the second date she got her rocks off.
A couple of days later comes the expected text (note that this is the actual text - I took a screensnap and keep it in the cloud, just in case of a false rape allegation):
After much thought and deliberation I am only ready to be friends. I hope that is okay with you. I really like you but I don't think I'm ready for more right now. :-( *cuddles*At this point she has sub-rosa doublethought herself out of her predicament:
* she's gotten her rocks off
* she's convinced herself that she's not a slut, it was simply a mistake, and is now virtuous
* she's offered an olive branch, a sop, to the guy she got her rocks off with
These are all self-affirmations of empowerment and virtuousness. She's reasoned out that what she really wanted to have was just a mistake, she has re-framed it in a better light, and she is now a born-again virgin once more.
* accept and be an orbiter in the hope that she'll jump my cock again one day (win for her)
* be a passive-aggressive pussy towards her (which is nasty of me and validates her decision)
* ignore her because she's fucking mental (which is also nasty of me and validates her decision)
Note that all three leave her validated - whatever I might do she wins emotionally and socially in the doublethink sweepstakes. I personally chose the last option: ignoring her because she's fucking mental. At least that way I don't have to deal with her bullshit.
So, I'm not 100% sure how profiles are on tinder and online dating these days - there used to be a lot of blank ones on tinder, no text at all. (At least that's more sensible than the fucktards who are "420-friendly" and shit like that. Talk about advertising your stupidity.) Why might this be?
It's so she can say whatever might seem appropriate to the man that she finds attractive, when she actually wants to get her rocks off. Doublethink.
Which brings me back to my friend, separated from his ex. How long might it be before she jumps on tinder looking to jump on a handy cock?
I'm picking another five months.
Here's to you buddy - it's gonna be a rocky road, and this is your second wife that's jumped ship. Hopefully you ain't dumb enough to try for a third time.
Wednesday, 20 July 2016
Bleak and Nasty Realization
It's a pissing-down raining night here in the North Island of New Zealand. A Tuesday night in the middle of winter, to be precise.
I don't mind. I'm sitting here, warm and dry. Been reading...don't feel like sleep yet...am writing...I probably should grab myself a margarita, actually.
Actually...
Mmmm margarita.
I think of all the pathetic girls out there. Down the bars...doing "their thing" in life...Imma strawng, innipendant wimminz! Why can't I find a maaaaaan!
All the squares dress like whores. All the whores dress like squares. You can't tell the difference any more. If there is a fucking difference. Tattoo'd and pierced sluts out the wazoo...fucking nose-rings that look like snot...
Why the fuck are you dressed like a $2 whore and shivering out in the rain and cold and blowing icy winds in the middle of winter? Ya fuckin' dumbass fuckin' sheep.
Too stupid to get her own shit together. Too stupid to build up stuff - like buying a decent bed and some good winter sheets and an electric blanket so she can be toasty warm at night. Running around freezing her tits off, trying to get a man - to keep her warm and cared for, physically and financially and (temporarily) emotionally.
Too fuckin' stupid to realize that the pay-gap is a fuckin' myth, she makes more'n a good number of men do, and she pisses it all away trying to dress up so that she can scam a man outta drinks and the occasional fuck. With maybe the prize of getting preggers (child support!) and frivorce (cash and more prizes!).
I'm reminded of a Tinder whore I ran across a couple days back. She was 19, up on her Tinder profile she had: "I want to marry rich."
Oha. Really rich. I had to laugh. Like a rich man is gonna pick up some 19yo slut off Tinder and marry her LOLOL. Yeah right, she has a better chance of becoming a Dubai Porta Potty. Like he's gonna risk, in the slightest, any chance whatsoever of frivorce or a false rape accusation.
She ain't in his league. She ain't even gonna meet him. Not a fucking hope in hell.
Though I'll give her props for being an honest golddigger - even if a fucking stupid one. She don't have the common-sense and smarts make it this far, by far:
Just another stupid cunt, living in stupid-land, expecting her Prince fucking Charming to come along and woo her and slap a $10+k diamond ring on her fuckin' finger. Though some people are just so desperate, that they'd do it.
I'm bored. Bored outta my fucking tree, when it comes to wimminz.
Do they actually have any interests of their own? I can only remember two woman who did: scrapbooking (she only did it 'cause of the kidlets, making memories and stuff for 'em). Plus some serious fitness fanatic (which I can make a damn good argument is so she could pick up a man).
The rest are all: I'm bored. Entertain me.
No. I'm bored with you lot of morons. I'm gonna go entertain myself, do something that I find interesting and ultimately more personally fulfilling. Plus I'll have something worthwhile left at the end of it. A skill. A piece of artwork. A restored piece of furniture. (One of my fun things is to restore 100yo furniture - my home looks like a bloody antique shop.)
I honestly wonder how the PUA's can handle this female shit. Having to clown around to basically get some dipshits' attention...having to invite her out to do stuff that she might consider interesting...or more accurately: having to entertain the whore so that you can maybe dump a fuck into her.
To hell with it. As always, picking up these lumps of stupid becomes boring after a while. Even fucking them becomes boring. (Then you get the dead-fish and sand-bucket cunt types - yikes!)
Shit on it. I'm'a do my own thing. MGTOW...again, as always. Until I start feeling horny again, though at 50 years old you'd think my fuckin' testosterone would have slowed down by now. Somehow, it hasn't - one day I should look at the statistics for sex for older men, it's probably way higher than society is comfortable admitting.
My photography archive is completed. Right now it's getting transferred from my NAS to a USB3 external drive. I have 4:3:2 copies as backups: a step up from the old 3:2:1 plus I can't be arsed trying to transfer from PC to some dipshit place out in the cloud. Apart from having tracked a hacker back to a compromised server at a cloud-provider, NZ's internet infrastructure is a piece of shite and it'd take a week-plus to finish.
If it wasn't shite weather and short days, I'd be out the back yard pruning the grapevine and dealing to my overgrown garden. (Damn kaikuia.) I've actually got a place that a wimminz would love-love-love to sink her claws into...it's a throwback to the old 50's dreams of family life. She could enjoy its comforts, with her man-slave doing all the work both before and after the frivorce.
Yeah, fuck that. Away from teh wimminz again. MGTOW yet again...a cycle of boredom and horniness. Even though I've done the economics analysis, and a whore is cheaper, I tend to have problems with fucking whores. Just ain't as satisfying.
It's probably an emotional addiction of some sort. I'd best start working on that. At my age, it's not worth it to even partially fuck around with these whores. Especially when you're worth over the half-million mark. Pretty good given that I had about $20-30k left over from my frivorce, about 5 years ago.
In a way, the Tinder whore up there was a wakeup. I realized "holy shit, I'm actually a rich guy". Amusing, given that I'd been basically feeling "poor" for so long. That's what happens when she spends more'n she brings in. Go for 8 years of marriage feeling poor, to suddenly realizing that after 5 years of enjoying yourself after frivorce - you're fuckin' rich.
Actually fuckin' rich.
A wakeup.
The fuckin' paygap is a myth. She fuckin' wastes stuff like it's goin' outta fashion. Pissing it away, expecting - demanding! - some loser male to give her more. His time and his money. So she can piss both of those away too.
And I am actually fuckin' rich, after all that BPD/NPD and being cheated on and frivorce shit. Even after the biz went down the shitter and I became an em-ploy-ee. My brother's done better. He focused on making money.
Some golddigger would love to get her fuckin' claws into me or him, one way or another. Must protect myself better. Him too.
Margarita gone. After midnight. Time to go sleep in a warm and sheltered bed with the electric blanket.
Got to love some of the creature comforts in life. It's what men do: accumulate and build. Enhance our lives in many ways.
Good night, good life, my brothers.
I don't mind. I'm sitting here, warm and dry. Been reading...don't feel like sleep yet...am writing...I probably should grab myself a margarita, actually.
Actually...
Mmmm margarita.
I think of all the pathetic girls out there. Down the bars...doing "their thing" in life...Imma strawng, innipendant wimminz! Why can't I find a maaaaaan!
All the squares dress like whores. All the whores dress like squares. You can't tell the difference any more. If there is a fucking difference. Tattoo'd and pierced sluts out the wazoo...fucking nose-rings that look like snot...
Why the fuck are you dressed like a $2 whore and shivering out in the rain and cold and blowing icy winds in the middle of winter? Ya fuckin' dumbass fuckin' sheep.
Too stupid to get her own shit together. Too stupid to build up stuff - like buying a decent bed and some good winter sheets and an electric blanket so she can be toasty warm at night. Running around freezing her tits off, trying to get a man - to keep her warm and cared for, physically and financially and (temporarily) emotionally.
Too fuckin' stupid to realize that the pay-gap is a fuckin' myth, she makes more'n a good number of men do, and she pisses it all away trying to dress up so that she can scam a man outta drinks and the occasional fuck. With maybe the prize of getting preggers (child support!) and frivorce (cash and more prizes!).
I'm reminded of a Tinder whore I ran across a couple days back. She was 19, up on her Tinder profile she had: "I want to marry rich."
Oha. Really rich. I had to laugh. Like a rich man is gonna pick up some 19yo slut off Tinder and marry her LOLOL. Yeah right, she has a better chance of becoming a Dubai Porta Potty. Like he's gonna risk, in the slightest, any chance whatsoever of frivorce or a false rape accusation.
She ain't in his league. She ain't even gonna meet him. Not a fucking hope in hell.
Though I'll give her props for being an honest golddigger - even if a fucking stupid one. She don't have the common-sense and smarts make it this far, by far:
I'm bored. Bored outta my fucking tree, when it comes to wimminz.
Do they actually have any interests of their own? I can only remember two woman who did: scrapbooking (she only did it 'cause of the kidlets, making memories and stuff for 'em). Plus some serious fitness fanatic (which I can make a damn good argument is so she could pick up a man).
The rest are all: I'm bored. Entertain me.
No. I'm bored with you lot of morons. I'm gonna go entertain myself, do something that I find interesting and ultimately more personally fulfilling. Plus I'll have something worthwhile left at the end of it. A skill. A piece of artwork. A restored piece of furniture. (One of my fun things is to restore 100yo furniture - my home looks like a bloody antique shop.)
I honestly wonder how the PUA's can handle this female shit. Having to clown around to basically get some dipshits' attention...having to invite her out to do stuff that she might consider interesting...or more accurately: having to entertain the whore so that you can maybe dump a fuck into her.
To hell with it. As always, picking up these lumps of stupid becomes boring after a while. Even fucking them becomes boring. (Then you get the dead-fish and sand-bucket cunt types - yikes!)
Shit on it. I'm'a do my own thing. MGTOW...again, as always. Until I start feeling horny again, though at 50 years old you'd think my fuckin' testosterone would have slowed down by now. Somehow, it hasn't - one day I should look at the statistics for sex for older men, it's probably way higher than society is comfortable admitting.
My photography archive is completed. Right now it's getting transferred from my NAS to a USB3 external drive. I have 4:3:2 copies as backups: a step up from the old 3:2:1 plus I can't be arsed trying to transfer from PC to some dipshit place out in the cloud. Apart from having tracked a hacker back to a compromised server at a cloud-provider, NZ's internet infrastructure is a piece of shite and it'd take a week-plus to finish.
If it wasn't shite weather and short days, I'd be out the back yard pruning the grapevine and dealing to my overgrown garden. (Damn kaikuia.) I've actually got a place that a wimminz would love-love-love to sink her claws into...it's a throwback to the old 50's dreams of family life. She could enjoy its comforts, with her man-slave doing all the work both before and after the frivorce.
Yeah, fuck that. Away from teh wimminz again. MGTOW yet again...a cycle of boredom and horniness. Even though I've done the economics analysis, and a whore is cheaper, I tend to have problems with fucking whores. Just ain't as satisfying.
It's probably an emotional addiction of some sort. I'd best start working on that. At my age, it's not worth it to even partially fuck around with these whores. Especially when you're worth over the half-million mark. Pretty good given that I had about $20-30k left over from my frivorce, about 5 years ago.
In a way, the Tinder whore up there was a wakeup. I realized "holy shit, I'm actually a rich guy". Amusing, given that I'd been basically feeling "poor" for so long. That's what happens when she spends more'n she brings in. Go for 8 years of marriage feeling poor, to suddenly realizing that after 5 years of enjoying yourself after frivorce - you're fuckin' rich.
Actually fuckin' rich.
A wakeup.
The fuckin' paygap is a myth. She fuckin' wastes stuff like it's goin' outta fashion. Pissing it away, expecting - demanding! - some loser male to give her more. His time and his money. So she can piss both of those away too.
And I am actually fuckin' rich, after all that BPD/NPD and being cheated on and frivorce shit. Even after the biz went down the shitter and I became an em-ploy-ee. My brother's done better. He focused on making money.
Some golddigger would love to get her fuckin' claws into me or him, one way or another. Must protect myself better. Him too.
Margarita gone. After midnight. Time to go sleep in a warm and sheltered bed with the electric blanket.
Got to love some of the creature comforts in life. It's what men do: accumulate and build. Enhance our lives in many ways.
Good night, good life, my brothers.
Tuesday, 19 January 2016
Privacy and Self Protection
I've just finished two books, by JJ Luna:
We have no privacy in our modern society. In fact the younger generation have no concept of privacy: they're a stream-of-consciousness everything dirty that should be private is put up for the delectation of others plus for the next 100+ years of public scrutiny on Facecrap mess. Drunkenness, drug use, sex, whatever.
("We Still Kill The Old Way (2014)" - a movie of how some shit youth gang video'd a beating that killed the victim, put it up on the dark web, and then got tracked down and killed by the victim's brother and cronies. An underrated movie IMO, I recommend it.)
Like insurance, setting up for privacy requires preparation. Luckily it's actually quite easy for you guys to do over in America, I'm gonna have to take some time here in NZ to see what I can manage. My options are limited. Here's some basic things you can think about:
Asset protection. Seriously. America is a bunch of lawsuit-happy nutjobs. If there's an accident, they decide to check you out and find that you have assets, *bang* lawsuit. No assets, fuckit, they won't waste their time.
Privacy. Suppose that crazy stalker chick tries to find out where you live. She's going to have to go to a lot more effort than just looking up your name in the phone book to find the address, phone number, whatever. Even when it's unlisted it can be tracked down legally or illegally. (I've had this happen myself, luckily ending up well. Even so I didn't like finding out that literally anyone could get my home phone number and address so easily.)
You may literally have to up-stakes and move out really fast. It could be for a job opportunity elsewhere. It could be to get away from some *real* psycho bitch or crazy bastards who've decided that they're going to harass you for shits and giggles or to drive you out of an area or whatever. (Anyone who starts out saying something aggro like "let those pieces of shit try it, I'll..." has never dealt with real crazies. These fuckers just do not care. It comes down to a choice of: 1/ move with no forwarding address, 2/ kill them as tracelessly as possible. And while the cops cannot/will not protect you from harassment, they sure as shit will hunt you down and throw you in jail for murder.)
So you need to be able to get OUT. As tracelessly as possible. Minimal footprint. Which means that your day-to-day life also needs to be as traceless and minimal footprint as possible. Only your nearest and dearest that you trust absolutely actually know where you live and have real phone numbers. Nobody else. Nobody else visits. Work only knows a PO Box and a physical address where you used to stay a long time ago. No girls are brought to your place. You don't have parties. You toss your burner phone regularly.
You can see why this is more for MGTOW going ghost. It would cramp the PUA lifestyle something serious. That said, some of it would be of great benefit to them also.
How To Get Started:
Pay cash. This ensures that you don't leave an electronic footprint of purchases. Remember that while all banks and ATMs have cameras, we're not assuming that you're on the criminal side and running from the law. You just don't want some asshole Joe Public sticking their nose into your (electronic) private affairs. If you bought it cash there's no electronic record of *who* and *what* and *where* that money went.
Put cash aside. A diversion safe is easy enough to make at home, you can pay cash for a wall safe and install it yourself somewhere unusual. Leave a small amount, say $50-100, in the top drawer of your bedside cabinet. A burglar (or your thieving fucking girlfriend) will go to the master bedroom first, check out the drawers, grab the money and split - most likely without destroying anything or looking anywhere else.
You don't need much to start with. A simple $20-50 a week will build up over a couple of years to be quite substantial ($20 * 100 weeks = $2000, $50 * 100 weeks = $5000, etc). Being a Man you are going to be naturally frugal - it will build up surprisingly fast.
If you want something in another bank-account, the same principle applies. Build up some cash (say a month's worth) and deposit it. No electronic transfer, no way to trace it. Simple, easy, no problems at all. (Note: Do not check the account via internet banking. Even if SSL is private - debatable - there's no way to disguise that you've gone to X bank's website. If things go sour, someone official will end up checking and will get answers.)
Women waste everything. We know this. Never allow her to know that you have a stash at all, let alone how much or where. Shred everything, preferably at work so that she'll never dream of it's existence. Seriously consider having two or three different stashes, just in case you fuck up and one is revealed.
You Want Options:
These things are easily doable if you have options. However, you may find yourself in a situation where you don't feel that you have certain options. Particularly if you're in a shithole marriage without full control of your finances and you want out - or at least, you want options rather than being stuck forever as her yes-ma'am, yes-ma'am, three-bags-full-ma'am slave.
Don't despair, it's time to get sneaky.
The chances are high that you (the man) do a substantial amount of shopping by yourself because she's too lazy. Families (two or more people) also eat a shitload, often shopping for food 3-4 times a week. An extra $10-20 can come out every trip, just throw away the receipt in the garbage at the store and stash the cash. She will not know.
If you're paying cash for meals, the occasional $5-10 notes can quietly disappear. Very effective if you eat out because she's too fucking useless to cook and insists on takeout/drive-through/dining out a couple of times a week. (Or more...)
Refueling the car: families seem to find themselves gassing up quite a lot, 2-3 times a week. Probably because cupcake has a "lets go out and eat/shop/whatever" mentality, plus going to visit her friends, and taking the kidlets to school/doctor/ballet/rugby/whatever. An extra $5-10 a time will not be noticed, especially these days.
Add those three situations up: $10 * 3 spending situations * 3 occurrances each = $90 a week that is off cupcake's radar. That's a substantial nest-egg of $9,000 over two years. You can probably get a helluva lot more, plus extras: bonus checks that are cashed, under-the-table jobs on the grey/black market, moonlighting, get inventive. She doesn't know exactly how much you got for doing such-and-such on the quiet for so-and-so. She doesn't even have to know you're doing stuff on the quiet, it could be just another bloody late night working or chewing the fat with Bob.
You can probably get a beater car or motorcycle for less than $1k (anonymously), get it roadworthy for $1k (cash repair), and still have $7,000 cash money for gas and food (with mobile shelter too if you get the car). That's good enough if you decide to pull the pin and get the fuck outta dodge.
Going Scorched Earth Option:
Let's say that cupcake has decided to go full-apeshit-frivorce on you. She wants the house, car, kiddies, alimony for life, files charges of domestic violence and ongoing rape, she "fears for the children", the fucking works.
You decide: Fuck this.
You go the whole hog. Lawyers, lawsuits, delays, mental and emotional stress that gets you fired (ongoing so you're unemployable or suitable for only light employment), the works. Suck down every damned cent of the family assets in fees and lawyers and shit. NOTHING left. NO alimony 'cause you have no income. MINIMAL child-support that you'll somehow manage to scrape together with odd jobs here'n there.
You still have your hidden assets, you can still get money on the grey/black market, etc. You can still have a fine life. You can still get the shit outta dodge if you want. All these options are still open to you.
Sneaky Nuke The Cunt From Orbit Option:
Let's say that you got eyes, you can see the shit-storm coming down the fuckin' pike. It's time to pre-emptively and sneakily nuke the cunt from orbit.
Empty out as much as possible of the bank-account. Gamble some of it away, stash the rest. Nobody is gonna be tracking how much you lost at so-and-so's casino.
Max out the credit cards (if she hasn't done that to you already). Same shit different day with "gambling" it away. Buy some stuff that is worth something (or stuff you already own that is worth something), sell it to a really good friend for a dollar. He sells it on to another really good friend for a dollar. ("I don't have it.") Once the shit-storm dies down in a year or two you can go buy it for a dollar from them. No trace, no comeback, you gambled it away. (Just keep it outta sight.)
So cupcake has the house and contents (selling that shit from under her would probably be considered malicious - not advisable). You're living on a mate's couch - and you are expected to pay cupcake's mortgage. Not a problem if you happen to live in one of those states where jingle-mail is allowed. Mail those fuckin' keys in to the bank, her squatter ass is their problem now. (Make sure that you have the original keys and documents and that she only has copies. Preparation is key - pun intended.)
So the credit cards are maxed out and I hope that you got your dues out of them. Understand that those are unsecured debt, just like any other loan (you did get a loan, didn't you?). You don't have to pay them - despite the motherfuckin' bullshit mores of society. Let them lay, just like the mortgage. Go bankrupt. Fuck it, you still have your hidden stash.
Notice that these actions are concealed and appear to be passive. You're not deliberately fucking cupcake over. You just got yourself into this bad situation that snowballed...cupcake was probably right to kick your ass to the kerb...
Best part: you're taking her down as sneakily as possible.
What About The Childreeeeeen:
The nasty sticking-point. If there are no children, then anything goes. It's between two adults, one of them carefully prepared (you) and one of them brainless but with lots of legal and social advantages (her). You will covertly win - even though you publicly lose - and you will bounce back way better than she ever can.
If children are involved, you have a very hard choice to make. No matter what they will be caught in the cross-fire. She will turn them into weapons, using them ruthlessly against you in an effort to cause you maximum emotional pain.
At this point you have nothing to lose by being a nasty piece of work and fucking her over to the bitter end.
Whatever happens, the children will be hurt. Whatever happens, you will almost certainly not gain custody. Whatever happens, you will most likely not get the visitation rights as you are entitled to and were agreed upon - she will likely do her damndest to keep you away from them. If she chose to play the "I fear for the children" card then you will never see them until they are whatever legal age, probably 18+ - yet still be expected to pay for them.
Understand, no matter what, your children will *not* starve. The government will not allow it, that would be political suicide. The government *will* pay your ex a certain minimum, she *will* get food-stamps and the like (in the USA). If for some reason she neglects the children (assuming she's that type) then they *will* take them away from her.
If you literally have nothing (known) left anyway, then you might decide that you may as well nuke the cunt from orbit. It's the only way to be sure.
It's also better than being a meek lapdog, taking it up the ass from all-and-sundry while the children watch - minds being deliberately poisoned - as they develop contempt for you as a person...
On that rather grim note, good luck with your preparations for privacy and a possible new beginning in life. Later.
- How To Be Invisible
- Invisible Money
We have no privacy in our modern society. In fact the younger generation have no concept of privacy: they're a stream-of-consciousness everything dirty that should be private is put up for the delectation of others plus for the next 100+ years of public scrutiny on Facecrap mess. Drunkenness, drug use, sex, whatever.
("We Still Kill The Old Way (2014)" - a movie of how some shit youth gang video'd a beating that killed the victim, put it up on the dark web, and then got tracked down and killed by the victim's brother and cronies. An underrated movie IMO, I recommend it.)
Like insurance, setting up for privacy requires preparation. Luckily it's actually quite easy for you guys to do over in America, I'm gonna have to take some time here in NZ to see what I can manage. My options are limited. Here's some basic things you can think about:
- You want a PO Box that is not linked to your real address.
- You want cash that nobody else knows about.
- You want a bank account that nobody else knows about.
- You want a car not linked to your name.
- You want a home not linked to your name.
Asset protection. Seriously. America is a bunch of lawsuit-happy nutjobs. If there's an accident, they decide to check you out and find that you have assets, *bang* lawsuit. No assets, fuckit, they won't waste their time.
Privacy. Suppose that crazy stalker chick tries to find out where you live. She's going to have to go to a lot more effort than just looking up your name in the phone book to find the address, phone number, whatever. Even when it's unlisted it can be tracked down legally or illegally. (I've had this happen myself, luckily ending up well. Even so I didn't like finding out that literally anyone could get my home phone number and address so easily.)
You may literally have to up-stakes and move out really fast. It could be for a job opportunity elsewhere. It could be to get away from some *real* psycho bitch or crazy bastards who've decided that they're going to harass you for shits and giggles or to drive you out of an area or whatever. (Anyone who starts out saying something aggro like "let those pieces of shit try it, I'll..." has never dealt with real crazies. These fuckers just do not care. It comes down to a choice of: 1/ move with no forwarding address, 2/ kill them as tracelessly as possible. And while the cops cannot/will not protect you from harassment, they sure as shit will hunt you down and throw you in jail for murder.)
So you need to be able to get OUT. As tracelessly as possible. Minimal footprint. Which means that your day-to-day life also needs to be as traceless and minimal footprint as possible. Only your nearest and dearest that you trust absolutely actually know where you live and have real phone numbers. Nobody else. Nobody else visits. Work only knows a PO Box and a physical address where you used to stay a long time ago. No girls are brought to your place. You don't have parties. You toss your burner phone regularly.
You can see why this is more for MGTOW going ghost. It would cramp the PUA lifestyle something serious. That said, some of it would be of great benefit to them also.
How To Get Started:
Pay cash. This ensures that you don't leave an electronic footprint of purchases. Remember that while all banks and ATMs have cameras, we're not assuming that you're on the criminal side and running from the law. You just don't want some asshole Joe Public sticking their nose into your (electronic) private affairs. If you bought it cash there's no electronic record of *who* and *what* and *where* that money went.
Put cash aside. A diversion safe is easy enough to make at home, you can pay cash for a wall safe and install it yourself somewhere unusual. Leave a small amount, say $50-100, in the top drawer of your bedside cabinet. A burglar (or your thieving fucking girlfriend) will go to the master bedroom first, check out the drawers, grab the money and split - most likely without destroying anything or looking anywhere else.
You don't need much to start with. A simple $20-50 a week will build up over a couple of years to be quite substantial ($20 * 100 weeks = $2000, $50 * 100 weeks = $5000, etc). Being a Man you are going to be naturally frugal - it will build up surprisingly fast.
If you want something in another bank-account, the same principle applies. Build up some cash (say a month's worth) and deposit it. No electronic transfer, no way to trace it. Simple, easy, no problems at all. (Note: Do not check the account via internet banking. Even if SSL is private - debatable - there's no way to disguise that you've gone to X bank's website. If things go sour, someone official will end up checking and will get answers.)
Women waste everything. We know this. Never allow her to know that you have a stash at all, let alone how much or where. Shred everything, preferably at work so that she'll never dream of it's existence. Seriously consider having two or three different stashes, just in case you fuck up and one is revealed.
You Want Options:
These things are easily doable if you have options. However, you may find yourself in a situation where you don't feel that you have certain options. Particularly if you're in a shithole marriage without full control of your finances and you want out - or at least, you want options rather than being stuck forever as her yes-ma'am, yes-ma'am, three-bags-full-ma'am slave.
Don't despair, it's time to get sneaky.
The chances are high that you (the man) do a substantial amount of shopping by yourself because she's too lazy. Families (two or more people) also eat a shitload, often shopping for food 3-4 times a week. An extra $10-20 can come out every trip, just throw away the receipt in the garbage at the store and stash the cash. She will not know.
If you're paying cash for meals, the occasional $5-10 notes can quietly disappear. Very effective if you eat out because she's too fucking useless to cook and insists on takeout/drive-through/dining out a couple of times a week. (Or more...)
Refueling the car: families seem to find themselves gassing up quite a lot, 2-3 times a week. Probably because cupcake has a "lets go out and eat/shop/whatever" mentality, plus going to visit her friends, and taking the kidlets to school/doctor/ballet/rugby/whatever. An extra $5-10 a time will not be noticed, especially these days.
Add those three situations up: $10 * 3 spending situations * 3 occurrances each = $90 a week that is off cupcake's radar. That's a substantial nest-egg of $9,000 over two years. You can probably get a helluva lot more, plus extras: bonus checks that are cashed, under-the-table jobs on the grey/black market, moonlighting, get inventive. She doesn't know exactly how much you got for doing such-and-such on the quiet for so-and-so. She doesn't even have to know you're doing stuff on the quiet, it could be just another bloody late night working or chewing the fat with Bob.
You can probably get a beater car or motorcycle for less than $1k (anonymously), get it roadworthy for $1k (cash repair), and still have $7,000 cash money for gas and food (with mobile shelter too if you get the car). That's good enough if you decide to pull the pin and get the fuck outta dodge.
Going Scorched Earth Option:
Let's say that cupcake has decided to go full-apeshit-frivorce on you. She wants the house, car, kiddies, alimony for life, files charges of domestic violence and ongoing rape, she "fears for the children", the fucking works.
You decide: Fuck this.
You go the whole hog. Lawyers, lawsuits, delays, mental and emotional stress that gets you fired (ongoing so you're unemployable or suitable for only light employment), the works. Suck down every damned cent of the family assets in fees and lawyers and shit. NOTHING left. NO alimony 'cause you have no income. MINIMAL child-support that you'll somehow manage to scrape together with odd jobs here'n there.
You still have your hidden assets, you can still get money on the grey/black market, etc. You can still have a fine life. You can still get the shit outta dodge if you want. All these options are still open to you.
Sneaky Nuke The Cunt From Orbit Option:
Let's say that you got eyes, you can see the shit-storm coming down the fuckin' pike. It's time to pre-emptively and sneakily nuke the cunt from orbit.
Empty out as much as possible of the bank-account. Gamble some of it away, stash the rest. Nobody is gonna be tracking how much you lost at so-and-so's casino.
Max out the credit cards (if she hasn't done that to you already). Same shit different day with "gambling" it away. Buy some stuff that is worth something (or stuff you already own that is worth something), sell it to a really good friend for a dollar. He sells it on to another really good friend for a dollar. ("I don't have it.") Once the shit-storm dies down in a year or two you can go buy it for a dollar from them. No trace, no comeback, you gambled it away. (Just keep it outta sight.)
So cupcake has the house and contents (selling that shit from under her would probably be considered malicious - not advisable). You're living on a mate's couch - and you are expected to pay cupcake's mortgage. Not a problem if you happen to live in one of those states where jingle-mail is allowed. Mail those fuckin' keys in to the bank, her squatter ass is their problem now. (Make sure that you have the original keys and documents and that she only has copies. Preparation is key - pun intended.)
So the credit cards are maxed out and I hope that you got your dues out of them. Understand that those are unsecured debt, just like any other loan (you did get a loan, didn't you?). You don't have to pay them - despite the motherfuckin' bullshit mores of society. Let them lay, just like the mortgage. Go bankrupt. Fuck it, you still have your hidden stash.
Notice that these actions are concealed and appear to be passive. You're not deliberately fucking cupcake over. You just got yourself into this bad situation that snowballed...cupcake was probably right to kick your ass to the kerb...
Best part: you're taking her down as sneakily as possible.
What About The Childreeeeeen:
The nasty sticking-point. If there are no children, then anything goes. It's between two adults, one of them carefully prepared (you) and one of them brainless but with lots of legal and social advantages (her). You will covertly win - even though you publicly lose - and you will bounce back way better than she ever can.
If children are involved, you have a very hard choice to make. No matter what they will be caught in the cross-fire. She will turn them into weapons, using them ruthlessly against you in an effort to cause you maximum emotional pain.
At this point you have nothing to lose by being a nasty piece of work and fucking her over to the bitter end.
Whatever happens, the children will be hurt. Whatever happens, you will almost certainly not gain custody. Whatever happens, you will most likely not get the visitation rights as you are entitled to and were agreed upon - she will likely do her damndest to keep you away from them. If she chose to play the "I fear for the children" card then you will never see them until they are whatever legal age, probably 18+ - yet still be expected to pay for them.
Understand, no matter what, your children will *not* starve. The government will not allow it, that would be political suicide. The government *will* pay your ex a certain minimum, she *will* get food-stamps and the like (in the USA). If for some reason she neglects the children (assuming she's that type) then they *will* take them away from her.
If you literally have nothing (known) left anyway, then you might decide that you may as well nuke the cunt from orbit. It's the only way to be sure.
It's also better than being a meek lapdog, taking it up the ass from all-and-sundry while the children watch - minds being deliberately poisoned - as they develop contempt for you as a person...
On that rather grim note, good luck with your preparations for privacy and a possible new beginning in life. Later.
Thursday, 2 April 2015
Divorce is Failure
From the woman's side:
You got divorced = you failed
You got divorced twice = you failed big-time
You got divorced 3+ times = you are an utter failure
From the man's side:
You got divorced = hope you learned something
You got divorced twice = didn't you get the memo first time?
You got divorced 3+ times = some people just don't fuckin' learn do they
Now look at the two sides from their own perspectives.
From the woman's side: any successfully-married woman is going to look down on any divorced woman. Similarly, divorced women look down on women who have been divorced more times than they have been. Social stigma is high. The more divorces you been through, the lower the social status in teh wimminz pecking-order.
From the man's side: it's more supportive and humorous. At least, until the 3+ divorce fuckups. Then it probably becomes a mix of disgust and pity, as in "get a fuckin' grip man".
So there's a big difference in same-sex attitudes towards divorce. For men, shit happens - until you're too damn stupid after about 3 shots. For women, instant pity and shame.
Because despite what the femicunts rabbit on about: for a woman, divorce is true failure at the one thing that really matters for women.
You got divorced = you failed
You got divorced twice = you failed big-time
You got divorced 3+ times = you are an utter failure
From the man's side:
You got divorced = hope you learned something
You got divorced twice = didn't you get the memo first time?
You got divorced 3+ times = some people just don't fuckin' learn do they
Now look at the two sides from their own perspectives.
From the woman's side: any successfully-married woman is going to look down on any divorced woman. Similarly, divorced women look down on women who have been divorced more times than they have been. Social stigma is high. The more divorces you been through, the lower the social status in teh wimminz pecking-order.
From the man's side: it's more supportive and humorous. At least, until the 3+ divorce fuckups. Then it probably becomes a mix of disgust and pity, as in "get a fuckin' grip man".
So there's a big difference in same-sex attitudes towards divorce. For men, shit happens - until you're too damn stupid after about 3 shots. For women, instant pity and shame.
Because despite what the femicunts rabbit on about: for a woman, divorce is true failure at the one thing that really matters for women.
Thursday, 12 March 2015
Women are the Losers
There is a well-remarked-upon propensity for women to fuck bad-boy losers and then try to get decent, reliable men to keep them and their hellspawn offspring going through their drying-up years. Only to frivorce said decent, reliable men for cash and prizes, followed by another delusional ride on the pony-express as the last drops of juice are squeezed out of them.
Then she has her infantile tantrum after being squeezed dry, the major refrains being: "All men are pigs!" and "Why can't I find a good maaaaan!" Gotta love the mental gymnastics required for that one.
Of course, the rational young man's choice is to fuck'n'chuck these raging pieces of shit (as commentor RmaxgenactivePUA calls them - I must agree). Others promote the same lifestyle and making absolutely certain that you get something from it, like A. V. Yader over on Return of Kings:
How To Get Women To Pay For Stuff And Buy You Presents
He even states that women are morons and losers. I have to agree: what kind of fuckwit would do what she is doing? Someone who is damaged beyond repair both mentally and emotionally (never mind her looks, those go with time - and are definitely not any indication of a quality woman):
Now, from a civilizational overview, this attitude screws the pooch. Nothing's gonna get fixed in our warped society given this fuck'n'chuck behavior.
From a rational point of view, this attitude is totally understandable. I have to applaud the PUA guys for being up-front about this - most of the rest of society are more covert. Bluntly, they're doing the best they can for themselves in one of the shittiest situations possible: being trained as a slave to take care of a used-up whore until they die, managing to break that conditioning, looking around, and realizing that they're fucked.
There is no way they're individually going to make the slightest bit of difference to this shit-sandwich. Plus there is nothing for them in the situation as-is (they may even have had their dreams killed - extremely painful, I know that the death of mine was). The only way to change this situation would be some extremely radical changes socially.
So the best they can do is look after themselves and their needs, make sure they don't get caught up in the meat-grinder of the fucked-over other slave-men (don't knock that hoe up) and try to live some life of meaning for themselves.
Hell, I can even have some sympathy for the viewpoint of those men who might decide to go out there and fuck married women. Let's be honest, the chances are that if you've had sex with 10+ women in your life, you've already fucked a married woman and don't know it. Or maybe you found out afterwards. From there, in our fucked-up mess of a society, it's a small step to not really giving a shit if she's married or not.
If she's separated and not yet divorced, you're fucking a married woman. Technically and traditionally-speaking any frivorce is a flat-out fraud - so any time you've fucked a modern frivorced woman, you're fucking a married woman. Hell, if you're stupid you may even have found yourself marrying a frivorced woman, perhaps before the frivorce is final. It's been known to happen.
If you're young and horny and a married woman is the type to deliberately prey upon young and horny men, you probably don't have a hope of resisting. Married or not, little head don't give a shit when there's a willing vagina in sight. You might feel like crap afterwards, you might get into a shit-awful mess personally and socially, but little head don't care.
These married cunts are deliberately straying. This is because mangina's and White Knights give her the pussy-pass to do whatever she wants, never mind about the man involved. Whether someone takes advantage of it or not is their choice, ultimately it's what they can live with.
The modern women: slutting it around, chasing cock and doing stuff like the Dubai Porta Potties chasing a buck.
What's the chance of getting these feral whores to voluntarily stop such destructive behavior? Nil. They're having too much fun: "It's all about meeeeeee!"
What's the solution? Beat them to a bloody pulp every time they stray? Not likely gonna happen, though that would definitely curb the more overt behavior: existential violence has a strange way of doing that to most people. The truly intransigent might be killed, a salutary lesson - and they would probably be no real loss to society and civilization as a whole. Still, it's not gonna happen: modern manginas are far too pussified to stand for any of that.
So you as a man must make the best possible compromise you can so that at least you can get through life in some semi-functional and rational manner. Whether it's being a PUA, MRA, MGTOW, what-fucking-ever. Every man does their best to cope in the best way that they can handle and live with.
Women. They ain't gonna be taken care of now - nobody with half a brain wants to get involved more than minimally with them. Fuck'n'chuck.
So this ultimately sends a harsh message for women: Too bad, so sad, there's no way to keep you in line. So good-bye, good riddance, you're gonna get used at least as harshly as you've used men in the last two-three generations. That's what fuck'n'chuck does for women: it twists her around and throws reality back in her face, harshly.
Remember that bad behavior is endemic to women everywhere: Thailand, Philippines, China, Russia, Ukraine. Partying. Divorce. Bad temper. Acting out. Slutting around. Abortions. You can't be certain of getting a high quality woman anywhere in this world. Most of the ones overseas are looking for an escape from their hell-hole.
Women: you are the biggest losers in all of this. Because of your aggregate arrogance and stupidity the wheels are coming off your gravy-train, probably for good.
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Then she has her infantile tantrum after being squeezed dry, the major refrains being: "All men are pigs!" and "Why can't I find a good maaaaan!" Gotta love the mental gymnastics required for that one.
Of course, the rational young man's choice is to fuck'n'chuck these raging pieces of shit (as commentor RmaxgenactivePUA calls them - I must agree). Others promote the same lifestyle and making absolutely certain that you get something from it, like A. V. Yader over on Return of Kings:
How To Get Women To Pay For Stuff And Buy You Presents
He even states that women are morons and losers. I have to agree: what kind of fuckwit would do what she is doing? Someone who is damaged beyond repair both mentally and emotionally (never mind her looks, those go with time - and are definitely not any indication of a quality woman):
...at the end of the day, there are only two types of men that women will spend their money on - winners and losers.He goes on to say about women paying for winners and losers shit:
Guys in the middle will sit back and observe this with bewilderment and say to themselves, “Man, I would treat her so good, I would do anything for her, yet she’s with this piece of shit who barely works and treats her poorly, she should be with me instead!”
Those men are right. In an ideal world, these women would be with them instead, but the problem lies with the fact that women are fucking morons - that’s the most accurate description I can think of for them. Any decent looking woman knows that she can have a good man at the drop of a hat if she desires; she’s fully aware that she could have a guy that would treat her well and go to the ends of the earth to make her happy.
And you know what? She fucking hates that guy. She hates the good man because he’s nothing more than a man in the middle, and being a man in the middle will never suffice for the average vagina-bearing shit-for-brains airhead running around America, I’m sorry to report.You know what? He's totally right. These women are morons. Utter fucking morons. You might as well take advantage of the brain-dead cute little romping cunts because what the fuck, there's nothing else out there worth sticking your dick into. Some people can't even bring themselves to get into the fuck'n'chuck process, they prefer to use their hand for whatever reasons instead.
Now, from a civilizational overview, this attitude screws the pooch. Nothing's gonna get fixed in our warped society given this fuck'n'chuck behavior.
From a rational point of view, this attitude is totally understandable. I have to applaud the PUA guys for being up-front about this - most of the rest of society are more covert. Bluntly, they're doing the best they can for themselves in one of the shittiest situations possible: being trained as a slave to take care of a used-up whore until they die, managing to break that conditioning, looking around, and realizing that they're fucked.
There is no way they're individually going to make the slightest bit of difference to this shit-sandwich. Plus there is nothing for them in the situation as-is (they may even have had their dreams killed - extremely painful, I know that the death of mine was). The only way to change this situation would be some extremely radical changes socially.
So the best they can do is look after themselves and their needs, make sure they don't get caught up in the meat-grinder of the fucked-over other slave-men (don't knock that hoe up) and try to live some life of meaning for themselves.
Hell, I can even have some sympathy for the viewpoint of those men who might decide to go out there and fuck married women. Let's be honest, the chances are that if you've had sex with 10+ women in your life, you've already fucked a married woman and don't know it. Or maybe you found out afterwards. From there, in our fucked-up mess of a society, it's a small step to not really giving a shit if she's married or not.
If she's separated and not yet divorced, you're fucking a married woman. Technically and traditionally-speaking any frivorce is a flat-out fraud - so any time you've fucked a modern frivorced woman, you're fucking a married woman. Hell, if you're stupid you may even have found yourself marrying a frivorced woman, perhaps before the frivorce is final. It's been known to happen.
If you're young and horny and a married woman is the type to deliberately prey upon young and horny men, you probably don't have a hope of resisting. Married or not, little head don't give a shit when there's a willing vagina in sight. You might feel like crap afterwards, you might get into a shit-awful mess personally and socially, but little head don't care.
These married cunts are deliberately straying. This is because mangina's and White Knights give her the pussy-pass to do whatever she wants, never mind about the man involved. Whether someone takes advantage of it or not is their choice, ultimately it's what they can live with.
The modern women: slutting it around, chasing cock and doing stuff like the Dubai Porta Potties chasing a buck.
What's the chance of getting these feral whores to voluntarily stop such destructive behavior? Nil. They're having too much fun: "It's all about meeeeeee!"
What's the solution? Beat them to a bloody pulp every time they stray? Not likely gonna happen, though that would definitely curb the more overt behavior: existential violence has a strange way of doing that to most people. The truly intransigent might be killed, a salutary lesson - and they would probably be no real loss to society and civilization as a whole. Still, it's not gonna happen: modern manginas are far too pussified to stand for any of that.
So you as a man must make the best possible compromise you can so that at least you can get through life in some semi-functional and rational manner. Whether it's being a PUA, MRA, MGTOW, what-fucking-ever. Every man does their best to cope in the best way that they can handle and live with.
Women. They ain't gonna be taken care of now - nobody with half a brain wants to get involved more than minimally with them. Fuck'n'chuck.
So this ultimately sends a harsh message for women: Too bad, so sad, there's no way to keep you in line. So good-bye, good riddance, you're gonna get used at least as harshly as you've used men in the last two-three generations. That's what fuck'n'chuck does for women: it twists her around and throws reality back in her face, harshly.
Remember that bad behavior is endemic to women everywhere: Thailand, Philippines, China, Russia, Ukraine. Partying. Divorce. Bad temper. Acting out. Slutting around. Abortions. You can't be certain of getting a high quality woman anywhere in this world. Most of the ones overseas are looking for an escape from their hell-hole.
Women: you are the biggest losers in all of this. Because of your aggregate arrogance and stupidity the wheels are coming off your gravy-train, probably for good.
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Sunday, 22 February 2015
Female Doublethink and Self-Deceit
This is somewhat of a follow-on from my post about Female Best Intentions. Commentor Anonymous asked for any further thoughts regarding willful ignorance and concealing intentions - which when I think about it, those things are for protecting her self. (In fact there are some interesting comments on that post, I'll attempt to answer a few in here.)
I ran across this concept some time back: doublethink.
The context was having stated no desire at all to do X - in fact, stating flat-out "no way are we going to be doing X!" - yet preparing "just in case X actually happens". You simply have to take a look at it and *know* that X is gonna happen, somebody is deliberately planning on it happening, they simply want to retain plausible deniability. You betcha ass.
Doublethink.
Those laws regarding divorce: division of property, child custody, child access, child support, alimony, etc. Ask her to sign a pre-nuptual - and she freaks. She would *never* do any such thing. Only really bad women - not her! - would deliberately do that, those laws are for women who genuinely made a mistake and really, Really, REALLY need to get out of a bad situation. It's to protect them and the children.
Five years down the line, she gets bored of the relationship and frivorces you. You get assraped in the court, she gets the children and the house to live in plus child support, while you're still paying the mortgage on the house and paying alimony. If you're lucky you're living in a friend's basement rather than a van down by the fucking river - and she's teaching the children that you're the most filthy scum on the planet while fucking her way along a string of bad-boys who make her wet.
Doublethink.
You've been going together regularly for some time now and she suggests that you move in together "because two can live cheaper together than one". You decide "okay" 'cause you like her and have grown comfortable with her - and co-sign the lease with her, etc. Things go swimmingly for a while...then start to go downhill. She doesn't have her share of the rent. Or the food. Or the power, phone, water.
You finally've had enough and hit her up about it - bang, you're outta there with a restraining-order on your ass, while she has all your stuff that you can't get to any more. She moves in some bad-boy and fucks around for a while, while you're sleeping on a mate's couch. You're still paying your half of the lease that you are legally on the hook for - plus hers because she simply claims to the landlord "that piece of shit stole it" or "he hasn't paid his share" or something similar.
Doublethink.
She supports the entire idea of "battling single mommies" and the government supporting their kids - after all, think of the children! They need that if things go bad! Then she deliberately gets preggers by you, no-way is she gonna marry you (even though you were definitely good enough to fuck her multiple times), and she's creaming her jeans as she gets both child-support from you and a handout from big-daddy government.
Did I mention bad-boys prior?
Doublethink.
Do you seriously think that she set out to deliberately screw you over? Nah. She seemed all happy, chirpy, bubbly - because she WAS all happy, chirpy, and bubbly. All radiant in her joy. A pleasure to be around. So you kept her around.
Then things got stale, so she went looking elsewhere for her next dose of fun. Just like an addict, looking for an emotional high. Not reflecting upon and examining things: she's never been taught to. Not reflecting, not looking at her actions, not looking at her morals, not engaging her conscience (or common-sense) in the slightest.
Fifteen years down the line, age 30+, she suddenly decides: "I'm ready to settle down now."
An addict of fifteen years, ready to settle down and never go looking for another emotional high in her life. Yeah, right, good fucking luck to any poor bastard who gets locked into that mess. Give it 5 years, frivorce, and looking again for a helluva lot more emotional highs from all the bad-boys she can give it away to for free.
Then once the bad-boys dry up: "Where did all the guys go? What happened to all the good guys? Why can't I find a maaaaaan?" And it's aaaallll men's fault.
Perhaps it is. Perhaps we should'a put her on a social choke-chain, to restrain her from doing bullshit things which will fuck up her life long-term. However, all that old social shaming stuff is totally meaningless these days. Passe. Gone. Women are strong, free, and empowered sluts in our Brave New (Social) World.
Now, to pull all that bullshit there has to be a certain amount of self-deceit going on in a woman's head. All women's heads. This is the level of cognitive dissonance - of willful ignorance - that damn near gives me a migraine to try and comprehend. It basically becomes part and parcel of protecting her self. By extension, all womens selves.
A good liar can still slip and get caught out. If you are not lying then you don't slip (because you can't) and you don't get caught out (because hey, you're not lying). The worst that could be said about someone who unknowingly passes on a lie is that they were misinformed. (The media pulls this variation of plausible deniability all the time.)
Following that chain of thought: the best way to pass a lie on is to tell it to someone else who doesn't know that it's a lie and they pass it on honestly. It's called rumormongering. (Media are used in this manner by various special-interest groups, to shape the memes that go around. Memes like Global Warming, Brave Battling Single Mothers, Pollution, etc.)
Now apply this concept to the self. A woman lies to herself, saying that she is X, and acts that way most of the time. The few slips can be glossed over and excused, especially with the harpy's-chorus chiming in to help defend her. A woman lies to herself, convinces herself, and then passes on her lies unknowingly. That's the willful ignorance and cognitive dissonance that a woman deals with internally.
This is spoken of by Rev. Shannon in The Predatory Female: he calls women chameleons. They take on the colors of a mans interests to attract him - ensnare him - marry him - and then the skin comes off and she reveals her real self, once he's hopelessly ensnared. You can meet a woman, she's X way, then five years later you meet her again and she's Y way - all because of the different man she's involved with and how her chameleon nature is concealing and protecting her self.
I sometimes wonder if women can ever know what their true self is. Or is it all a lie - every little thing that you see of her, just a skin to cover that not-even-she-knows-what inside.
Which makes her the consummate predator, one that is capable of concealing her predatory ways even from her self.
One capable of deluding her prey into doing what she wants, even though it is destructive to the environment, making him think that it's his own idea. After all, men have basically hunted down and eradicated every single creature on this planet in the past million years. Sabertooth are extinct - and they lived all the way from Canada down into South America. Huge lions once stalked through Europe and England. Mastodons.
In the past the individual man wasn't gonna click to all this. He simply didn't have enough examples to say "hmmm - this is a trend that can't be explained away by whatever bullshit smokescreen women can come out with". Which is where the internet is helping us men to wake up: we are getting so many examples, through a media that can't be censored or have a particular special-interest-group put their spin put on it.
The lies - even the self-deluded lies - are beginning to unravel under an avalanche of reality from across the world.
I ran across this concept some time back: doublethink.
The context was having stated no desire at all to do X - in fact, stating flat-out "no way are we going to be doing X!" - yet preparing "just in case X actually happens". You simply have to take a look at it and *know* that X is gonna happen, somebody is deliberately planning on it happening, they simply want to retain plausible deniability. You betcha ass.
Doublethink.
Those laws regarding divorce: division of property, child custody, child access, child support, alimony, etc. Ask her to sign a pre-nuptual - and she freaks. She would *never* do any such thing. Only really bad women - not her! - would deliberately do that, those laws are for women who genuinely made a mistake and really, Really, REALLY need to get out of a bad situation. It's to protect them and the children.
Five years down the line, she gets bored of the relationship and frivorces you. You get assraped in the court, she gets the children and the house to live in plus child support, while you're still paying the mortgage on the house and paying alimony. If you're lucky you're living in a friend's basement rather than a van down by the fucking river - and she's teaching the children that you're the most filthy scum on the planet while fucking her way along a string of bad-boys who make her wet.
Doublethink.
You've been going together regularly for some time now and she suggests that you move in together "because two can live cheaper together than one". You decide "okay" 'cause you like her and have grown comfortable with her - and co-sign the lease with her, etc. Things go swimmingly for a while...then start to go downhill. She doesn't have her share of the rent. Or the food. Or the power, phone, water.
You finally've had enough and hit her up about it - bang, you're outta there with a restraining-order on your ass, while she has all your stuff that you can't get to any more. She moves in some bad-boy and fucks around for a while, while you're sleeping on a mate's couch. You're still paying your half of the lease that you are legally on the hook for - plus hers because she simply claims to the landlord "that piece of shit stole it" or "he hasn't paid his share" or something similar.
Doublethink.
She supports the entire idea of "battling single mommies" and the government supporting their kids - after all, think of the children! They need that if things go bad! Then she deliberately gets preggers by you, no-way is she gonna marry you (even though you were definitely good enough to fuck her multiple times), and she's creaming her jeans as she gets both child-support from you and a handout from big-daddy government.
Did I mention bad-boys prior?
Doublethink.
Do you seriously think that she set out to deliberately screw you over? Nah. She seemed all happy, chirpy, bubbly - because she WAS all happy, chirpy, and bubbly. All radiant in her joy. A pleasure to be around. So you kept her around.
Then things got stale, so she went looking elsewhere for her next dose of fun. Just like an addict, looking for an emotional high. Not reflecting upon and examining things: she's never been taught to. Not reflecting, not looking at her actions, not looking at her morals, not engaging her conscience (or common-sense) in the slightest.
Fifteen years down the line, age 30+, she suddenly decides: "I'm ready to settle down now."
An addict of fifteen years, ready to settle down and never go looking for another emotional high in her life. Yeah, right, good fucking luck to any poor bastard who gets locked into that mess. Give it 5 years, frivorce, and looking again for a helluva lot more emotional highs from all the bad-boys she can give it away to for free.
Then once the bad-boys dry up: "Where did all the guys go? What happened to all the good guys? Why can't I find a maaaaaan?" And it's aaaallll men's fault.
Perhaps it is. Perhaps we should'a put her on a social choke-chain, to restrain her from doing bullshit things which will fuck up her life long-term. However, all that old social shaming stuff is totally meaningless these days. Passe. Gone. Women are strong, free, and empowered sluts in our Brave New (Social) World.
Now, to pull all that bullshit there has to be a certain amount of self-deceit going on in a woman's head. All women's heads. This is the level of cognitive dissonance - of willful ignorance - that damn near gives me a migraine to try and comprehend. It basically becomes part and parcel of protecting her self. By extension, all womens selves.
A good liar can still slip and get caught out. If you are not lying then you don't slip (because you can't) and you don't get caught out (because hey, you're not lying). The worst that could be said about someone who unknowingly passes on a lie is that they were misinformed. (The media pulls this variation of plausible deniability all the time.)
Following that chain of thought: the best way to pass a lie on is to tell it to someone else who doesn't know that it's a lie and they pass it on honestly. It's called rumormongering. (Media are used in this manner by various special-interest groups, to shape the memes that go around. Memes like Global Warming, Brave Battling Single Mothers, Pollution, etc.)
Now apply this concept to the self. A woman lies to herself, saying that she is X, and acts that way most of the time. The few slips can be glossed over and excused, especially with the harpy's-chorus chiming in to help defend her. A woman lies to herself, convinces herself, and then passes on her lies unknowingly. That's the willful ignorance and cognitive dissonance that a woman deals with internally.
This is spoken of by Rev. Shannon in The Predatory Female: he calls women chameleons. They take on the colors of a mans interests to attract him - ensnare him - marry him - and then the skin comes off and she reveals her real self, once he's hopelessly ensnared. You can meet a woman, she's X way, then five years later you meet her again and she's Y way - all because of the different man she's involved with and how her chameleon nature is concealing and protecting her self.
I sometimes wonder if women can ever know what their true self is. Or is it all a lie - every little thing that you see of her, just a skin to cover that not-even-she-knows-what inside.
Which makes her the consummate predator, one that is capable of concealing her predatory ways even from her self.
One capable of deluding her prey into doing what she wants, even though it is destructive to the environment, making him think that it's his own idea. After all, men have basically hunted down and eradicated every single creature on this planet in the past million years. Sabertooth are extinct - and they lived all the way from Canada down into South America. Huge lions once stalked through Europe and England. Mastodons.
In the past the individual man wasn't gonna click to all this. He simply didn't have enough examples to say "hmmm - this is a trend that can't be explained away by whatever bullshit smokescreen women can come out with". Which is where the internet is helping us men to wake up: we are getting so many examples, through a media that can't be censored or have a particular special-interest-group put their spin put on it.
The lies - even the self-deluded lies - are beginning to unravel under an avalanche of reality from across the world.
Saturday, 15 March 2014
Real Divorce Rate
I was talking with a lawyer that I know last night down the local pub. No I didn't try to pick her up, I learned long ago that certain types of women are a higher class of predator - this is one of those types. I LJBFd her over a year ago.
Any rate, she told me that the actual divorce rate is higher than reported. From memory it's like 45% here in NZ - well that ain't the real rate. According to her its more like 80-90%.
I suppose that she would know, being in the biz. Her bread and butter and all, she does a lot apparently. Truth or lies? I'd be interested if anyone else knows any lawyers who are willing to spill that kind of statistic.
Either way I just got a lot more paranoid.
Got another post in the works, will have to change it slightly.
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