Still Retarded In New Zealand

Still retardedly sucking the cock of feminism. Here is the latest pool of puke upchucked by "journalists" and "economists". Given the rabbit-ear quotes because neither are of real use these days (journalists at least used to be semi-useful, "economists" were never useful).

Let's get it out of the way - Women could add $881m to the economy: report

I especially like the "could" - great weasel-words. Everybody knows that they won't.

This is due to a combination of:

...muh period...

...muh kiddiez...

...muh maternity leave...

...muh public breastfeed...

...muh flexi-time...

...muh hey he looked at me funny...

...muh feelz...

...muh privilege...

Adding up to "fucking useless" on the whole.

Plus, of course, the jobs made are not actually made. They're just substituting a less-valuable and more-pain-in-the-ass worker for a man. A worker who costs more in overhead because of extra-speshul needs that she must-must-must have. (Plus the extra management to cater to these entitled cunts, so that the business is "protected" from them.)

This is a special form of outsourcing. Just like what happens when we bring in overseas slave-labor to do the seasonal work which our youth used to do as entry-level jobs when first starting out in life. However, one that's actually of less-value in the end.

Go ahead retards. Keep advocating making everything less-efficient. Eventually that fucker'll burn to the ground - either the mentality or the civilization as a whole, hopefully the former.

Memes, Oh My!

From a female contact on FaceCrap, the usual list of feelgood crapholio. For more delicious fun, it was disguised as a "buddhist" saying (believe that if you want - it's only teh wimminz who love-love-love lists like this, especially with that sub-rosa copping a passive-aggressive attitude):

I'll admit that it didn't annoy me - I found it mildly amusing, in an "of course, you go girl" manner.

In contrast, here is the MGTOW's simple creed:

Why make it complicated? Meditate upon that as you enjoy your lives away from the plantation, brothers!

Entitlement and Expiry

So I find facecrap to be an endless source of amusement. (I'm fucking nasty and enjoying the schadenfreude.) The most recent example is two posts from an asian slag who is in the process of hitting the wall.

Post #1: Slag brags about parking on a dotted yellow line (a no-parking zone) so she can go get her morning coffee from an expensive place. (Status-whoring FTW!) Her justification for parking there: She's asian and there is so much racism against asians in New Zealand that FUCK YOU I'M GONNA PARK THERE YOU RACISS MOTHERFUCKER!

Heheheheh. Entitled female cuntism FTW.

Post #2: Slag grumbles about taking a month to lose weight, now she is slim again, and she's not happy 'cause her face looks a bit wrecked. (This is asian slim, ie sweet-fuck-all, a strong breeze would blow her over.) One of her mates wished they were 18 again, she wasn't interested: at age 18 she was smoking like a chimney and drinking like a fish. (Smoking ten kays of pole too. Slag FTW!)

Heheheheh. Hitting the wall FTW.

Yes, said slag is in the process of hitting the wall, trying to find someone to support her during her last years. She's been making noises in my direction. Thankfully, I've never been attracted to asians. Way too plate-face for my taste.

Most especially these days: fuck no, alla them are shit outta luck when it comes to me. They can find some retarded fool or die alone. The shit just ain't worth it.

"I like being alone. I have control over my own shit. Therefore, in order to win me over, your presence has to be better than my solitude. You're not competing with another person, you're competing with my comfort zones."

-- Horacio Jones

Not Hard To Understand

Over on /r/MGTOW is a fairly simple post about YAWALT: some girls never growing up, and avoiding temptation. One of the comments there, by good_man_gone, includes a gem:

Women are among the simplest creatures on planet earth yet society makes them out as "hard to understand".

This has sparked similar gems in the comments:

Women do not want to be known as "easy to understand" because that means they'd be a commodity, average, common, uninteresting. Each one thinks their Uggs and pumpkin spice lattes and Coach bags are distinct and unusual and valuable. They all say "I'm not like other women".

Which they are. Very, very easy to understand. Very, very much a commodity. Very, very average. Very, very common. Very, very uninteresting.

Ask yourself honestly: if you couldn't stick your dick in them, would you listen to their inane bullshit for one millisecond?

They aren't hard to understand. Rather, the truth is hard or impossible for most to accept.

The truth is hard to get past all the brainwashing that you've been subjected to. Every. Single. Moment. Of. Your. Life.

In fact, they are incredibly simple once you understand the primary contradiction of women: They simultaneously want to display independence and receive protection/security/free stuff. That's it.

Correct, though I think that's only the bare minimum way of wording it. It doesn't go far enough.

Think: "Women want fried ice."

What men want is meaningless. It's all about her.

She wants it ALL. She wants it NOW. She wants it YESTERDAY. She wants fucking more TOMORROW. And the demands will all be changed then, SO FUCKING STAY AWAKE.

Note that there is nothing in there about her working for or earning it. She just wants it to be given to her. On a plate. Preferably silver. With a gold cover. Studded with rubies, emeralds, and diamonds. Wrapped in a tacky bow. ('Cause she has no taste what-so-ever.)

In other words: She wants to be a parasite. A leech or tick, growing fat on her host. (As Terrence Popp states: she wants to be a lazy bitch and will pull the pin on the fat-grenade.)

I forget which classical writer said something along the lines of "understanding women is bad morals". I have to disagree.

Understanding women brings clarity and eventual peace to your life.

The pain and difficulty that we men go through is the process of breaking through the lies and throwing off the shackles.

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):

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.

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.

Not Even Pretty

So Didact has a cogent piece about what the real price is for being a slut or whore. The price is her soul:

He is 100% correct in saying this, and 100% correct in saying that even a virgin can have that thousand-cock stare. Especially one who voluntarily elects as a virgin to become a Dubai Porta-Potty.

The really strange thing is that this (Russian) girl just isn't that pretty.

Seriously. Look at that face, those eyes, that mouth, that body-language. It all screams "high-priced nasty entitled cunt". It's completely dark, cold and dead inside - too the point of oozing through the fake shell/casing. That's the thousand-cock stare in a nutshell: cold and dead inside. To paraphrase/rephrase Didact: the soul is gone from this one.

In a very warped way I'm kinda glad that this one has gone to Dubai to be a toilet. That is, literally, it's only possible use in life: to be shit on. To be used as a cum-dumpster, endlessly. To be infected with every disease possible, so that the rarer and more worthy women are not.

There is no way in hell that any man should ever get this one pregnant. Not accidentally, not knocked up by a client, nohow noway. That soulless vacuum, that sucking void, will inexorably suck the life out of anyone or anything that isn't coated in teflon and insulated with a foot of asbestos. Any child/ren will be inevitably destroyed.

Those Arab Princes can have this one.

With our blessings and good wishes and many hopes for their enjoyment.

Equality!

This is what I've never grasped about women, wimminz, feminazi's, et-fucking-cetera.

Equality! We want equality! EQUALITY!!!!

So they can feel all empowered and shit.

A question though:

You really, REALLY want to be doing 36 fucking hours of straight work?

Really?

You're barking fucking mad, the lot of you!

Get back in the kitchen and learn to be a decent housewife. It's a fuck-sight easier.

#womenbarkingmad

Something to Think About

From Aurini. This shows a bit of the bullshit we Men have to deal with in life.

They talk about the losers of society, doing their dipshit best to fuck over everyone else - so that they (the losers) can feel entitled and empowered and of worth in this world..

The whole business of the SJWs and Leftists and Feminists and Marxists reminds me of something I read long ago. Sawing the bottom off the ladder and shifting it to the top. In other words: jobs for the boys.

In this case, jobs for the worthless.

Tonight I will have another sip of Grand Marnier, and muse about the idiocy of humanity. It is no wonder that the intelligent among us shake our heads and walk away from these types. The stupid are far too stupid to realize that they live only by the sufferance of civilization, which they enthusiastically shit upon and tear down at every opportunity.

Some call us losers who run away. They don't realize: we have no skin in the game. In fact our skin has been forcibly removed from the game, generally after we ourselves have been skinned alive. So now, why would we waste our time with their garbage? Life is far more interesting and fun than wasting our time by polishing a turd.

In the end it's still a fucking turd.

Living In Reality

Lunchtimes, I tend to get away from the work-office - because if you have lunch at work everyone will bug the shit out of you, so getting out is the only way of having an actual break. Usually I go to a park, quite often walking, sometimes the beach.

Reality is: when there's millions of dollars a day at stake, you need those breaks to relax/chill. I sometimes wonder what's wrong with the other workers in the place, it's like they're in denial. All a big laugh, whatcha doing tonight, we're gonna party, etc. I've written about it before.

Any rate, down a park yesterday lunchtime, eating and enjoying the sun/breeze/whatever. Very relaxing.

Suddenly the usual braying comes from some passing woman. I look over - about 30 meters away is two couples walking. The women are having a fine time at the top of their voices, laughing it up, etc. The two men are silent.

One of the women suddenly pops out with some bs about not cleaning up, leaving that to her man. The other has a loud laugh and says "same!". The two of them have a fine old giggle about this as they get into their cars, respective men still silent.

I suppose that you can't do a whole lot when your nuts are firmly in her purse.

The most interesting thing about this though: I was basically unmoved. Not shocked, not disgusted. Just a vague amusement, a kind of wonderment that these men still don't seem to grasp this. They live in denial rather than reality. They live willingly as slaves, no matter how bad the treatment dished out by their woman.

I suppose that I am living in reality, in not being interested in this bullshit.

At any rate, I seem to have slipped into a philosophical state. Don't really have much to say again (last time I said that, the stuff started flowing - go figure). I'm going away for a bit, will check in occasionally.

Keep your eyes open to reality.

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.

Empowering Women's Sexuality

The latest in the pile of shit that women can buy to empower themselves - the SmartBod™ aka the "Smart Vibrator". From their homepage:

So now, to satirize this with stereotype huckster marketing - *ahem*:

Soon you, too, can experience the pleasure to be had by having your vagina stimulated perfectly - because our robot penis finds out automatically over time EXACTLY THE WAY YOU ACTUALLY LIKE YOUR SEX TO BE!

Be impressed! Be amazed! Be empowered!

Possible side-effects include (and are not limited to):
* inability to orgasm with normal sex
* vaginal stretching
* excessive dryness
* burning
* chafing
* itching
* rash
* pain
* erratic muscle spasms
* broken limbs
* electrocution
* death

Be aware that the normal speed of this device is 600rpm. It is not recommended that it be re-wired or altered to increase this maximum speed. Attempts to do so will automatically void the warranty and remove all liability of the manufacturers.

The manufacturer is in no manner liable for any of the above or other non-stated side-effects. This device should only be used under the close supervision of a gynecologist. Its preferred use is for treating special cases of sexual dysfunction. Overuse is not recommended.

Satire over.

Soon sexbots will be upon us. Women, you are welcome to take home your Mr Studd™. Men, we are welcome to take home our Midnight Lady™. Teh wimminz will have no need of us Men ever again - except as sperm donors and a pocket to put her hand into (good luck chicky-babe).

Just remember: