Choose Your Fights Wisely

A lot of people out here in the festering swamps of teh interwebs seem to pick some damn stupid fights at times.

How here's a solid example of a good fight to pick: Vox Day when he got together the Rabid Puppies. Targeted, effective, achieveable, measurable. Plus it stuck the knife into some SJW pricks and twisted, good'n'hard. Good bonus there, watching those little pieces of shit squirm and listening to them squeal. Excellent payoff for all and sundry, whether participating or just watching from the sidelines.

Now here is a rough idea of a bad fight to pick: exchanging internet jabs with a pansy/troll/thing that you just know for shit-damn-sure will absolutely refuse to fuck off and die. No matter what you do, you're never going to be able to finish the job.

So I find myself wondering at times, why people do this. These pointlessly boring internet feuds. It's not like an old-style family feud, where you can punch the sonofabitch in the face or shoot him. You can't nuke the site from orbit. Even if you could and did, this cockroach just comes back.

So why waste the energy and time on a brainless troll? All you're doing is validating the troll. "Wooo, he answered me! I must be important!" Preen, masturbate, etc.

Targeted - yeah I suppose so.

Effective - not at all.

Achievable - hell no!

Measurable - only in its overall banal pointlessness.

When you see two people do this, it comes across as - to use "mainstream manosphere" terminology - a pair of Gamma's engaging in an endless bout of verbal posturing and ego-masturbation. Like women, they attempt to drown the other in a bottomless pile of shit - the one who piles on the most shit "wins".

Though of course, neither can admit to being beaten - the eternal posturing part - so it's always hammer-and-tongs banality, ad infinitum.

Dull. Boring. Pointless. Juvenile.

A Definition of Zeta

Many, many moons ago I read a piece by Vox Day about how much of modern SF was basically wishy-washy wish-fulfilment crap. (Not his words, my conclusion after thinking about it.) He basically gave an overview of a piece of work and pointed out the "gamma tells" in it.

My personal preferences gravitate more to BoneCrkr's terminology. Gammas as being weak men, the Zetas.

Now, supposedly this book had a lot of "social verbiage success" (that's my personal way of saying someone talks a lotta shit, winning by verbally cutting someone down to size and tying them up in verbal knots). Which is funny in that that's how women act: the winner is the one who can bury her opponent under the biggest pile of verbal shit. Truth irrelevant.

Man tries that, he might end up with a brick to the head. As I said back on Personal Time and Space is Golden for Men:

How long do you think it would be before you made a fist, looked at him, and said something along the lines of: "Shut your fucking mouth. Open it again and I'll break your jaw." 

Or simply clocked him with a handy chunk of steel.

So verbal dexterity like this SJW wish-fulfilment crap is not exactly tolerated in the real world. I mean, the world of people who fight wars and dig oil outta the ground and move shit around in the world. You know the world I mean. The long chains of things that must be done to keep a civilisation going.

Not the world where this vital shit appears via magical-unicorns-and-rainbows-and-unicorns-that-shit-rainbows wimminz feelz.

Not the fantasyland where a subtle sneer and a slightly-condescending few phrases reduce an opponent to a cowed puddle. Where overblown posturing is sufficient to win the day. (And get the girl?)

Hold that thought.

Turn your cynical eye on some parts of the manosphere. Think about the feminist-style attacks, hatchet jobs, and similar upon others.

I'm not thinking simple disagreements. I'm thinking full-on tear downs and smear-campaigns.

Think what Uncle Bob might say: "The gaudier the patter, the cheaper the punk."

Have you ever been in a bar-brawl? Have you ever smashed a beer-bottle to give yourself a handy weapon?

Reflect. Who is the real Zeta? Who is the real weak-willed man?

Might it be ourselves? Hiding away here on the interwebz and spouting a ton of verbal crap, trying to delude ourselves as being socially relevant.

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Double-Down And Jumping The Shark

Matt Forney has a new hit-piece over on RoK:

Why Shaming Men (And Women) Is Important And Necessary

I dropped down a comment:

Let me see. So the message in the manosphere includes a combination of:

"Ignore and/or deconstruct women and feminists shaming men!"
...and...
"Listen to men shaming men!"

So to start with, every Man has been taught not to listen to shaming language at all. In fact, to sneer at those who use shaming language - because it's manipulative and despicable and a lowbrow non-quality means of persuading people. As per Graham's Hierarchy of Arguments.

Then: pull out the most basic of textbook shaming language. Aim it at other men. (For what purpose? To coax them into chasing pussy? Newsflash! You need to watch Redonkulous - What Is MGTOW?)

Then: wonder why the response is overwhelmingly negative. In fact, why someone just might pull out a .50 cal elephant gun and give it from both barrels.

Is this doubling-down on a position, like men do to women? Agree and amplify? Is this clickbait? Is this jumping the shark?

I wonder if this comment will get me banned from here?

We'll see what happens. Quite humorous, really. This appears to be the process of RoK becoming a source of clickbait.

Manginasphere Redux and Trolling

I don't know what's crawled up half the manginasphere's ass recently. It's like they've gone completely screwball mental. Did somebody slip something into the fucking kool-aid while I wasn't looking?

You will now note that The Rational Male is removed from my list of things to read. The reason: more ragging on MGTOW in the commentary. Skimming it I saw several "they're just sexual losers" and various variations. I'll admit that the caliber of commentary over there has seemed to go downhill drastically over the last year or so - or perhaps my standards have risen to some kind of impossible heights. I'm not sure.

At any rate, it's gotten to the point where I was reading the articles and skimming the comments. The detail I bail on unless something catches my eye and is IMO worth the effort. The latest article (which I refuse to link to, nor will I bother reading any future articles) has individuals in the commentary that seem so incredibly lopsided that I actually did read some of the ones presently there. Just the fuckin' "huh?" expression on my face must be priceless for an onlooker.

Got news for these cunts. Along the same lines of: "If FEMICUNTS can't push us into line, what makes you think you have a shit-show? And what makes you think adopting shaming language is gonna do anything?"

I don't have time for this crap.

Go ahead, call me a loser for not bothering to give you my point of view. You already shat all over it, multiple times, seemingly dismissing it without bothering to read it through and contemplate it deeply. Now that I'm gonna walk off and do my own stuff it ultimately proves to you that I'm a serious, serious, serious loser. I was gonna post a little "troll much?" comment, then suddenly thought: "Why?"

I hesitate to say this, because it's using shaming labeling language: this seems very much like a feminist/leftist/herd mindset. You can't win against that by engaging it, only by looking at it and shaking your head and not bothering to participate. Which still gets you labeled as a loser, but at least you have your personal dignity (and more importantly, sanity) intact.

Because otherwise, the problem with arguing with a moron on the internet is that they never admit that they've lost. (Thus why I have labeled them feminist/leftist, because that's their denial of reality and MO and doublethink in action.) They're effectively the ultimate troll that you just can't kill no matter how much you try - and the little mangina-heads get an ego boost because you bothered to engage them.

He keeps trying to persuade me. I must be important. Woo, I have been validated!

Fucktardism's galore from the mentally retarded.

Similarly, I'm getting steadily less enthused by the rest of the Manosphere. The manginas as a whole seem to be crawling out of the woodwork and shitting on anything that doesn't meet with their instant approval - which (to start with, of course) is about getting laid. That's their biggest deficit in life at this point (at least, all that they can think about). Any other message that they run across?

"Nah, fuck that shit bro, those cunts are just pathetically whiny losers." With variations ad infinitum.

I don't know why this bugs me so much. Is it because these idiots seem to have no brains? Of course it's not a one-solution-fits all - you take bits from here, here, here, here, and here - put them together to make a jigsaw of knowledge. You keep adding to it, learning more, growing more. Then you run across a bunch of people who seem to have no brains and think: "Why the fuck am I bothering?"

So what is this, the Manosphere now? Is it turning into some sort of slavish cultism and worshiping of individual internet personalities? What the hell is that? Did God have a deficit of brains when he gave these guys some? Or has things gotten so bad in the real world that even the sub-par are rushing around blindly for answers, somehow stumbling into here?

More, it's like the motherfuckin' Manosphere as a whole has suddenly had a rush of blood to the head (little head, not big one). It's like they think they've won against teh eevil wimminz - and now they're free to bash on da guyz dey don't reely like dat much, smak 'em ovah da head wit da mighty penis uv manhood - because it's now time to turn on each other. There's no other worthy foe in sight.

This is just stupidity and madness.

Is it just me? Have I gone off my rocker? I simply don't grasp this bloody lot. They seem insanely stupid to me with their attitudes. Brainwashed. Lost in translation somewhere.

Well, fuck it. For now I'm gonna sip some more Grand Marnier. I'm gonna try to regain my cool - though they sure as shit have tried it recently - and perhaps something more on-message and useful will pop out of my brain over the next few days. Though, dissecting the mess as the Manosphere turns on itself is definitely pointing out a certain amount of poison some-fucking-where. We ain't immune, by the looks of it.

I have a vague idea for a post about how women are masters at draining your life. Hopefully I can do it some justice.

Petty Bickering

One of the more - astonishing? - things that I see around the so-called manosphere is the petty bickering that sometimes goes on. In responses to posts, across responses to posts, et-fucking-cetera.

This is kinda sad when you think about it. Sure, go ahead and disagree and chuck your own shit out there. That's expected. But - the petty shit? After all, who in the real world has the time and energy for this kind of pettiness, hair-splitting, nit-picking, and other bullshit?

Leftists (including academia)
Women (all women, not just feminists)

Wait. Obligatory picture of a screeching feminist:

Yes, yes. So fuckin' mature. Movin' on.

So when we as men start fighting amongst each other - especially over such pathetic and petty things as fuckin' terminology - then it might be time to step back and take a close look at ourselves. Time to ask ourselves some serious questions.

Are we becoming what we hate the fuckin' most?

Are we turning into the Manginasphere?

Haven't we got enough fuckin' problems already, without engaging in a slap-fight with each other?

Fuck.

Excuse me. I'm steppin' outta the fucktardisms. You fuckers can do whatcha want, I'm gonna have a Grand Marnier and laugh at ya's for being dumbasses.

More Drama

I am becoming less enchanted with the Manosphere as a whole as more and more drama is generated within it.

Whether it is the BS going on about DannyFrom504, Matt Forney's troubles with SunShineMary, or the crap going on with Tucker Max ripping off Danger & Play's articles for money. I'm seeing more and more fucking drama going on.

I came to Thailand for a fucking holiday break, to clear my head. Back home in New Zealand there's goddamn cyclones going down, and the one hour that I poke my head into the Manosphere to check it's pulse: hellooooo?

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH YOU LOT? WHEN DID YOU BECOME DRAMA QUEENS?

In fact, who let these cunts in the door?

I'll admit to having been fooled by DannyFrom504.

I rather liked In Mala Fide. Pity because it seems that something weird has happened and Matt Forney is imploding.

Danger & Play - I have full understanding for him being pissed off. I'll speak up and say it now: I wish that the other Manosphere guys had supported you better. I know why they didn't of course: to them Tucker Max is an Oracle, one of the people in The Game, the Holy Bible of the Player. Pity that that is all fucked up anyway (as per my previous PUA Is Broken post).

It is pathetically wishful thinking that this small blog would have any effect on this situation. Yet still:

Fuck me, what's wrong with some people. Danger & Play is right: they're too busy squabbling around. What the fuck are they doing with themselves? Don't they have something better to occupy their minds with, like working on their bodies and lives?

Obviously fucking not. If they had something meaningful they wouldn't have the time to be playing drama-queen games of he-said-she-said snipe-snipe-snipe. They'd actually be improving themselves and getting their next million or road-trip or whatever together.

Too many mangina's with a voice in the fucking Manosphere. You can tell by all the fucking sniping and screeching and bullshit.