The Pity Game

Also known as playing the victim.

This has sort of been bouncing around in the back of my head for about six months - after watching this video from Popp and Blake, in response to teh wimminz whining about "where have all the good men gone?" (Wah.)

Mansplaining accusations aside...

...this is actually not a serious question from teh wimminz.

This is actually female posturing. It's actually a coupling of:

* slinging out a fishhook for a male pussy to look after them

* shaming of all men around them at the moment (for not stepping up to the plate)

* gathering of pity and validation from all the fellow-wimminz in earshot

That trifecta puts this rhetorical question into the "heavy-duty shit-test" bracket. Not nuclear, just seriously heavy-duty.

As Popp states in the video: a retread woman ain't worth shit.

So effectively, the only real answer to this heavy-duty (monumental?) civilization-wide shit-test is as follows:

You are 35+ years old. You have taken it in every hole from a variety of men for 20 fucking years. If you're halfway good-looking you can continue to do so for a little while longer. You've probably had more STDs than I've had hot dinners. This puts you on par with a well-used piece of chewing gum, scraped from the bottom of the retarded kid's school desk.

Nobody in his right fucking mind is going to be doing more than dropping a fuck into you. Only a pathetic simp is going to be putting a $2,000 ring on your finger. Only a pathetic simp is going to be giving you a $20,000+ wedding-and-honeymoon package. You expect that, you fuckin' crazy - and nobody with a brain wants to fuck crazy.

The best part is that you fucked up yourself. You decided that The Cock™ was more important than your future. In fact, your parents decided that you were right! They supported you all the way! You go girl! So now, your future is toast. Feel the burn.

And then get up and walk away. After all, it's just a wad of well-chewed chewing gum. Nothing particularly interesting there at all. Especially amongst all the male and female hangers-on, who support that piece of shit.

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Overall Decline

Aaron Clarey slams one out of the park, as he describes the overall decline of Western society:

Like him, I cannot name the latest music. The infiltration of lazy, talentless people is stunning.

A sad look at reality.

Also sad that he felt he had to say "not you" with regard to his viewers. Multiple times. Are people really that soft-minded? To the point where he had to specifically say "not you" so much to his audience?

Note: My personal opinion is that most modern art is crap - perhaps because of the modern mentality of kissing ass. Something about an oral-fecal obsession is "in" these days. As Aaron states, we seem to desire a pursuit of ugliness these days.

The most frightening thought that occurred to me, while watching this?

The Millennials willingly went into a lifetime of crushing debt, to become willingly indoctrinated into their insane mindset.

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.

Consensual Suicide

In the same vein as an earlier post, I basically think that Leftism has dragged Western civilization into the full-on drama-throes of a mutual suicide-pact.

What else can you think of a group who are very overtly hell-bent-for-leather on importing every piece of scum that they can? Scum who have 100% proved that they are very happy to steal everything in sight, smash everything in sight, rape everything in sight (including animals and dead bodies), and then laugh in your face and tell you that you can't do anything about it?

Here's the map for Germany. Of course, it's bad form to point this out to the retards.

Of course, if we point this out to the suicidal who are doing this - we get screamed at, spat on, hated with a frothing and dribbling insane rage that is flat-out astounding to the sane.

The thing is, a large proportion of the West wants to die.

They want to go over the edge into extinction.

Modern life is so astoundingly meaningless and empty (yay I haz a new handbag! pathetic) that these people have checked out to the point just short of overtly cutting their own throats.

So now the rest of us are stuck watching them throwing themselves over a cliff like a bunch of lemmings, and frantically hanging on to something so that we're not dragged along with the tide.

Hold on tight. Perhaps we can ride the insanity out, let them extinguish themselves, and keep something of worth alive.

Welcome to the Divorce-Grinder

Thanks to the men over at /r/MGTOW, I have discovered this particular webpage:

Marriage Statistics

Back on my post What do you like to do? I showed that it was more like a minimum of 53% of marriages end up in divorce (because the divorces were only reported from 44 of the states in the USA). In the page above they state 50%, though I can forgive them for that.

What I find very interesting is the failure rate of first marriages (a couple of tables up from the bottom):

First Marriage Survival (Probability of lasting more than 10 years) [Bold mine. - BPS]
Probability that a first marriage will survive 10 years = 6.6 % - 1 in 15
If there was no birth during marriage = 3.7 % - 1 in 27
If there was a birth before marriage = 6.5 % - 1 in 15
If there was a birth 0-7 months after marriage = 7.4 % - 1 in 13
If there was a birth 8+ months after marriage = 7.9 % - 1 in 12

If true (and I can see no reason why it wouldn't be - in fact, given the under-reported divorce stat I could make a case for these survival stats being slightly higher than reality) then this has to be the absolutely most damning piece of evidence against marriage in the USA. The entire Western World. (Hell, the entire world, period!)

So, look at those two statistics on that page. I'm'a spell it out:

50% of all marriages fail

--vs--

6.6% chance that a first marriage will survive 10 years

So the second statistic seems to be saying: 93.4% of all first marriages will fail within 10 years.

Which means the 50% of all marriages failing - might actually be within the first year. Only.

This fits in with my old post re the Real Divorce Rate in NZ.

I find this a very difficult poison pill to swallow. I can imagine it, though. If you think about it, reporting on the long-term chances of a first marriage failing at being over 93% - you'd just destroy the institution utterly. Not even the most stupid of male fools on this planet is gonna go for that. Maybe if you lobotomized him first.

It's more palatable (though still painful for men) to say "yeah, 50% of marriages fail". Try to minimize even that, sweep it under the rug, keep it outta the mainstream media as much as possible. Yeah, it won't happen to you, buddy. You live a charmed life. You're special. You're different from the rest. Yeah.

It doesn't seem like it's completely true, though. First year, sure. Further down the line though, once you've been her slave for 10 years, when there's some fairly substantial goods and money gathered together and put aside...

*pop*

...there goes your bubble.

From the above, 2.077 million men a year get married - of which ultimately 93% will be thrown into the divorce-grinder within 10 years of getting married. That averages out to 1.93 million married men every year getting screwed over and being stuck for x number of years (say, another 10+?) filling cupcake's pocket. During which time cupcake goes out and gets her vag crammed with as much cock as possible. (Anecdotally and depending, anyways - some P is Q != all P is Q.)

The more successful female predators getting a larger chunk of a slave's life due to being more patient? This really *is* the Art of Whore. The lawyers who take advantage of this, who feed off this, are the true bottom-feeding scum-sucking filth of this world. It's absolutely no wonder that divorced men with children loathe the Family Court system.

So. That's something pretty bitter and poisonous to have to swallow down, even for us men who've had our eyes opened to the bullshit around us. Just a matter of time, you're sure to be reamed anyway. Nothing else that I can think of shows as starkly just how disposable all men are in the eyes of the female sex.

Including our own sex - I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed, yet eventually even I twigged. Someone else will have caught it too. They know. They didn't open their mouths to try and sort it out - why/why not? Who knows?

By extension, it shows how truly screwed our civilization, our society, really is.

In my zombie-blue-pill-blinkered days, I basically had zero chance of achieving the lie that I'd been told all my life. No wonder that so many men these days resist the truth. No wonder that so many younger men resist marriage - they know that it's under-reported. It's actually way, way worse than we (at least, old fogies like me) had ever thought.

We are going to watch our civilization, our society, burn to the ground. I can see nothing that could possibly stop it, with that kind of shenanigans going on. Too much headwind against it. It would have to be an extremely radical (aka bloodily forceful and violent) social restructuring to actually make it worthwhile for men to keep things going. I don't know if the Western World has that kind of force left in them any more.

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(I wonder what Terrence Popp and Blake of Redonkulas would make of this set of stats? Or Breitbart? Or would it be just too damn much to choke on?)

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ADDENDUM:

For a second and closer bleak look:

2.077 million marriages

-1.93 million eventual divorces

= 147,000 marriages every year which actually survive more than 10 years

Pathetic. Plus note that I don't comment upon the "happiness" of said marriages.

An Unhappy Picture of Damaged Goods

A little while back, Uncle Bob put up a post about 80% of women being unattractive. Almost as an afterthought, he put out this:

It's astonishing the number of women out there who are damaged goods.

On his post I put up this comment regarding these damaged goods:

I would put at 95% of women out there are damaged goods.

Conversely, I would have to state that probably 95% of men out there are damaged goods also. (Including myself, when I'm feeling brutally honest. Or bleak.)

Commentor Anonymous asked this:

Define "damaged." I think the meaning is different for each sex. They become damaged differently, in different ways.

What does it mean to be a "damaged" woman?

What does it mean to be a "damaged" man?

How does each get that way?

Now these are good questions. I've been thinking about this for a couple days and here's my take.

What does it mean to be a damaged woman? How does she get that way? To me, the primary thing which makes a woman damaged is that she is out of touch with reality. To achieve this requires that she be coddled, protected, and spoiled all of her life. This leaves her delusional, narcissistic, and selfish in just about every way.

She acts in ways that no man can, because special allowances are made of her simply because she is a woman. She is protected from the natural consequences of such behavior. She is privileged in this manner - so privileged in fact that she actually has the chutzpah to claim that she is oppressed - and others will support her in this delusional claim.

Her privilege is such that in many cases if something - almost anything - doesn't go the way that she wants it to, she will have a screaming fit. And everyone will gather around to console and support her with her spoiled behavior.

What does it mean to be a damaged man? How does he get that way? To me, the primary thing which makes a man damaged is that he starts out in life being out of touch with reality - then has his eyes opened to it, with varying degrees of brutality. To achieve this requires that he be lied to all his formative years (men are scum, woman are sweethearts, always kowtow to women, etc etc). This leaves him delusional, with an imposed inferiority complex in almost every way (especially these days).

He acts in very strict and narrowly-defined ways because if he doesn't, he gets mentally and emotionally beaten around. Even physically - which he is not permitted to defend himself against (the best defense is a good offense) - upon threat of jail and having his life ruined forever. He is expected to follow a set path which forces him to do certain things, typically in the service of women and children.

The wakeup can be gradual and gentle, or sudden and brutal. The gradual and gentle types of wakeup would be typically what makes a man who is effectively a bachelor from a young age. He never gets married, has no interest in it, because he's looked at reality and realized that it doesn't match what he was taught. So he simply walks away from it, or uses it as it is (the "natural" PUA you might call him).

The sudden and brutal wakeup is generally because of women - often in the form of divorce, being cheated upon, being treated exceptionally badly. To the point where he cannot live in denial any more because life has brutally ripped off the protective mental blinders and rubbed his nose forcibly into the shit and then kicked him in the face, guts, and nuts a few times for good measure.

In my view there seem to be different ways of coping with this:

• Denial. Forcibly pushing reality out of your head. Continuing to toe the party line despite being hurt badly by it. Trying again - even doubling-down on it. (Tripling down on yet another Russian bride, sheeit talk about denial.)
• Suicide. There is a well-documented higher rate of suicide for divorced men. I think that this is quite often because of a crippling financial load.
• Overreaction. Treating women like they are utter shit, complete scum, using them for your own physical gratification, etc.
• Avoidance. Deliberately pushing women away. They have been the source of pain in many cases, keep them at arms length or even further away.
• Extreme avoidance. Deliberately pushing everyone away. This includes other "normal" men as well. They realize that most of these men are also toeing the party line of women, and they don't want to be dealing with that kind of hassle as well as whatever women are trying to push their way.

These are all forms of emotional/mental/social damage to a man. They come into existence because to be frank, men are an underclass. Nobody cares about the underclass, only the privileged, so we become damaged goods. More: because we are the underclass, we are blamed for the misfortune of becoming damaged goods. It is "our own fault" that this has happened to us, never mind the way that society is structured to almost force it upon us.

So someone (particularly the privileged class) might say "this isn't a rational reaction!" Actually it is. The underclass is stuck in what is effectively a police state. Some people might choose to commit suicide by pulling a gun and shooting everything in sight, which is widely reported in America (Bowling for Columbine, thank you Michael Moore for your weird-ass and leftist-biased documentaries).

Other rational reactions are knuckling under (denial), sabotage and guerrilla warfare (overreaction, MRA, PUA), and avoidance (MGTOW and Going Ghost).

I've been slowly turning this over in my mind and have decided to get into the maths of it, just to figure out the actual (or rather, most likely) percentages. So let's dig in, using New Zealand statistics. To recap:

49% of New Zealand children are born to single mommies

From Statistics NZ, on marriages and divorces in 2014:

20125 marriages
8171 divorces

8171 / 20125 = 41% (just under)

That's the official statistics - I showed with American data that the reported rate over there is 53% minimum. And I've spoken with a divorce lawyer who told me that the divorce rate is actually higher in New Zealand, especially amongst the younger newly-married types.

So I'm going to run with these "official" statistics from New Zealand. I'm also going to make some probably-unwarranted assumptions, trying to be reasonable about them though. Let's use some of the information from this spreadsheet published by Stats NZ. Also some of the information from this interactive website by Stats NZ, showing an age pyramid of people in New Zealand.

From the spreadsheet, approximately 2.34 million women in NZ as of 2015:

From the age pyramid, 2.33 million women in NZ as of 2015 (this is just a screensnap, go to the website if you want to play with the interactive).

Now the good part, looking at the age pyramid you can see that roughly it is 30k women each year from 15-40 years of age (what might be called the "prime fertility years" according to the feminists). A little maths gives us (40 - 15) = 25 years * 30000 women = 750,000 New Zealand women who actually or potentially have children.

I'm going to state that single mommies probably have 1.5 children on average. If they have only one child that means that half of NZ women are single mommies, which seems excessive. Conversely, I can't turn around and say that they're all "welfare queens" with 3+ children each. So 1.5 is most likely a reasonable average/median.

A little more maths: 49% of children / 1.5 = 32.666...% of New Zealand women are single mommies, round it up to 33% or a hair under 1/3rd.

750000 * 33% = 247,500 single mommies, near enough as dammit to a quarter-million.

I'm now going to state that only 50% of women (total) get married, period.

This leaves roughly 17% who actually don't get married and don't have children. It might be because they're unfuckable, unmarriageable, can't find a man because there are 3.5% less men than women available, or are flat-out sterile (which I showed back here 12% of women under 29 are sterile - though that doesn't mean that all unmarried women are sterile, or that all married women are fertile).

So to summarize. Some 33% of women are single mommies, 17% never go anywhere for various reasons, and 50% get hitched up to one or more man-slaves before they kark it.

With 50% of women getting married, that's 375,000 married women who have or potentially have kiddies.

With a divorce rate of 41% that's 153,750 men and women in their prime fertility years who have split up, causing damage to both parties and any children involved.

Of the remaining 59%, or 221,250 families, they're not all happy families. You can bet that at least half of them are staying together "for the children". So they fight, sometimes viciously, which is shit-knows not good for the children either. More damage done to everybody involved.

But lets get back to the percentages for the moment:

33% single mommies, damaged in some manner
17% unmarriageable for whatever reason or just never got it together enough to get married at all
50% got married, of which:

41% are divorced and therefore damaged in some manner by definition
29% (minimum) are unhappy as fuck
30% can be considered content to happy

Let's split those three into the 50% of marriages, which breaks down to:

50% * 41% = 20.5% damaged due to divorce
50% * 29% = 14.5% damaged because they're unhappy as fuck in marriage
50% * 30% = 15% content to happy

NOW we can combine these things:

33% single mommies
17% dysfunctional
20.5% damaged by divorce
14.5% damaged by unhappiness

Giving us an 85% overall of people (men and women) are damaged goods in some manner or another.

Leaving us with a 15% overall of people (men and women) who might be considered to be content, happy, and well-adjusted in life.

From up there, with a total NZ population of 4.59 million people, men/women/kids:

4.59 * 85% = 3.90 million people are fucked up in one manner or another
4.59 * 15% = 0.69 million people (690,000 people!) are content, happy, and well-adjusted in life

Given that birds of a feather flock together, the 85% of the fucked-up will most likely only find others in the same situation - while the remaining 15% are quite happy hanging out with others like them, don't need no other friends. Especially from the fucked-up group.

Which is generally why I state that 95% of people are damaged goods. Because that's all that I run across, yet I have to admit that logically not 100% of everybody in this country is fucked up. It's just that like hangs with like.

So yeah, I will admit that a helluva lot of this is just theoretical. It's kinda hard to get firm numbers on those staying together for the children's sake, or the exact number of guys who have knuckled under in their marriages, etc.

It's worse in America, with their proven 53+% divorce rate. Couple either of those with fucked-up kids these days not getting married at all (the 17% and possibly rising).

This is not a happy picture of our society.

We Live In Hell

Do you like the life that you live?

I don't.

Shortly after birth, the world was a magical place. It was to be explored, examined, absorbed, learned about, romped in, lazed in. A truly joyous time of life spent outside examining nature and the world.

Then when I was young, from 4 1/2 to 16, I went to school (when I was young in Australia, schooling started at 4 1/2 rather than 5 years old). Being conditioned from 9am to 4pm to sit still, pay attention to repetitive and boring talks by an adult, to go obsessively over and over letters and numbers until they are perfect. Sitting in a hard seat, behind a wooden desk, learning to block out discomfort, learning to ignore the bright sun or wet weather outside.

Learning to take the ruler over the knuckles, the leather strap on the hand, the switch around the arse or legs, every time I did something which didn't fit the arbitrary rules of the classroom. Learning to become voluntarily autistic as I was forced to rote-memorize and absorb things that I would end up never using in real-life.

Then I left school and went out to work as a man.

Instead of spending 6 hours in a room, I am now forced to spend 8 hours (8am to 5pm less lunch break) plus whatever travel-time might be involved (uncompensated). That's the minimum - it might be as much as 12-16 hours, depending upon the work and how demanding it happens to be, either occasionally or continually. I might not get a lunch break, having to work 9 hours right through at my desk.

The days (or nights) might still only be 5 a week, yet they might also become as many as 7 a week. If on call I can be called out arbitrarily when an issue arises. I might be called out arbitrarily anyway. The number of weeks worked in a year rises to more than the number of weeks attending school. Two jobs may be required, the second one being taxed at a higher rate than the first, for the "privilege" of earning enough to keep myself going.

Sitting in a hard seat, behind a wooden desk, blocking out discomfort, ignoring the bright sun or wet weather outside. Shrinking inside whenever a task that I was assigned is deemed inadequate by the so-called managers who know less than I do, yet held arbitrary power over my work-life, capable of hiring or firing me if they deem that I am inadequate to fill out some nebulous role, paying me a pittance for the privilege of draining my personal energy and stunting my ongoing life and joy and creativity.

I then take my pittance home with me, clutched tightly in my fist. With that I must provide myself with food, clothing, and shelter. Anything left over, I am socially pressured to use in an attempt to lure a (predatory) wife into my life. Once a wife has been acquired, my leftover pittance goes to providing a better home, better clothing, better food, luxurious surroundings, "experiences", upgrades or replacements to each of these, plus raising children - to send to school in their turn.

Experiences that my pittance is expected to provide include travel and food and drink and entertainments and sightseeing. Getting to see the beauties of nature. Enjoying surroundings which are beautiful, natural, provide luxury, etc. Going to movies, stage shows, etc. This stretches my pittance - yet there is more. I must also accumulate, so that I can provide an exceptional two-to-four weeks a year of a more expensive experience.

So by performing arbitrary work for 48-50 weeks a year, I manage to accumulate enough money to expensively provide an experience for 2+ people. Sometimes this experience involves going out to "connect" with nature. Something which I have been arbitrarily, deliberately, and unilaterally disconnected from since 4 1/2 years old.

Should my work-performance be deemed inadequate, I must then find another place to work. This frantic search will likely be hindered by my wife, discontented that suddenly there is not even a pittance to provide the minimums of ease and luxury to which she has become accustomed. If another place of work is not found within a reasonable (short) time-period, my wife will likely leave.

Alternatively, even though my work should continue at a good rate, my wife can suddenly become discontented for no real reason. Many accusations and aggravations will be thrown in my direction, often including threatened and even actual physical harm - which I cannot prevent nor retaliate against. Eventually my wife will likely leave. (Note that this is also likely to cause work-performance issues.)

Either form of leaving includes: taking the children with her, taking at least half of what my pittance has managed to accumulate, and forcing me to attend a "hall of justice". In this hall of justice I am castigated repeatedly and then forced upon threat of incarceration to provide a certain minimum amount of money in the form of "upkeep" for my children and my former wife.

The hall of justice may even arbitrarily hand over the house to my former wife (far more than half of what my pittance has accumulated). If the house is not yet paid for, I will also be forced to continue the ongoing payments for the house (remember the threat of incarceration). Even though I am not living in said house, I must provide it for my former wife and our children - plus more of my pittance for things required for schooling of our children - and then must manage to provide accommodation and food and clothing for myself.

Assuming that my wife does not become discontented, eventually our children will leave the home. The house may or may not become "downsized". Probably not, since the space will be required for when our children bring their children over to visit/stay for a time. So we are forced to maintain a space which is far larger than what we really need to live in.

My pittance must accumulate even more. Because soon, I will be deemed "too old" for my work to have any real value. At this point my accumulated pittance must keep my wife and myself alive for another 2-3 decades. If my accumulated pittance is insufficient then I must find other, less-fulfilling work to bring in another pittance, ongoing until the moment of my death.

Even if my accumulated pittance is sufficient then I might find myself restless without "meaningful" work to do - no surprise after 60+ years of conditioning. I might voluntarily do work, often make-work, perhaps something that the younger generations still require for a time yet no longer have the skill to manage. I might attempt to reconnect to nature in the form of gardening - after 60+ years of being disconnected from it. I might still be expected to provide expensive experiences.

All this, a lifetime of effort, of (in)voluntary slavery to others, for the "reward" of being put aside as now being worthless, being looked upon condescendingly by the younger generation. A younger generation who sneer at me as being irrelevant, my accumulated knowledge and wisdom ignored, as they walk lockstep into the same restricted life that I have (in)voluntarily lived.

Mephistophilis to Faust: Why this is hell, nor am I out of it.

Fuck Your Feelings

If a tree falls on you, do you think it gives a fuck about your feelings?

What about that rock?

Grow up.

Unfortunately, the crazy feminist-leftist-marxist weirdos who must bleat - at great length - about every minor bruise to their ego are incapable of growing up.

Eventually you start to grow up. Eventually you start to realize. Life is short. Your energy is limited. Your attention is limited.

Eventually they lose the only thing of value that they ever had. Then they will start whining and bitching about being neglected and ignored...like they still think that they are worth paying any attention to.

While at the same time, screaming in fury that a man was in the same room that they were in. Or left the room ten minutes before she walked in. Or breathed the same fucking air that she did in the hallway.

Like I said, way back when: I don't have time for this crap. Eventually you realize it.

An Unforgiving Teacher and Friend

Didact writes with the most solid reasoning that I have yet seen in the manosphere regarding why you should lift iron: My Teacher, The Iron

This place is for the weak, so they may learn to be strong.

This place is for the strong, so they may learn to be humble.

 Go, earn your humility and strength.

Comments From Married Men

I keep meaning to put this up, and keep forgetting. It's from the MGTOW website:

Comments from Married Men

Everything there, in a nutshell, no frills. A big thank-you to the Men at /r/MGTOW for reminding me of it.

I also need to re-read Nietzsche, with my current mindset and outlook and experiences of life. I have very vague thoughts that we MGTOW are Men in the midst of the second stage of becoming Ubermensch - of learning to say "No".

Unmoved

Over on Dalrock's place, he has a post up about a woman who lost her best friend:

On Saturday new commenter Constance left a heartbreaking comment on a post I wrote back in 2010:

My ex husband and I had a mutual divorce 5 years ago and I’m still not over it. It hurts every single day. There was no cheating, just a long period of separation and drifting apart. I suffer from depression, so that also contributed. Now, he has moved on, but I can’t and don’t know if I ever will. I still love and miss him. Always will. I deeply regret the divorce and I feel like I had amnesia and trying to find my life back. But, the wall is thick and tall. Feels like a living nightmare that is inescapable. I dream of trying to find him, but he can’t be reached. I can’t find any peace in my life. Drowning with sorrow and anger. Angry at my depression. Angry at the demise of a marriage to the only man I will ever love.

The eternal paean whine of the predator who mindlessly let the best thing she ever had...go. Dalrock continues his post:

Constance, the former blogger referenced above, and millions of other divorced women with similar heartbreaking stories show the absolute cruelty of those who either directly sell divorce or sell the benefit of threats of divorce to unhappy wives.

I will admit, this makes my head ache.

Why?

She did it to herself.

Now she whines about it.

Now she gains sympathy from the readers of her story.

Now Dalrock puts up a post about her. Her, specifically.

"Heartbreaking." Twice. "Heartbreaking."

She is validated. She has attention. She has been gifted with sympathy - hallelujah! - her existence now has meaning! For a brief and sparkling moment the shooting star flares...

...before the ash-grey depression sets in again. (Supposedly 1 in 4 American women take antidepressants. That's just the ones who are diagnosed and who can afford them. Perhaps this one was missed?)

Why, Dalrock? I'm not trying to give you shit about it. I simply wonder: why give her your attention?

Why give her your sympathy?

I know you've been writing about those who prey upon the unthinkingly and dully bored women who apathetically destroy their marriages at the prodding of the greedy. In my view those greedy pieces of shit should be put in the stocks and rotten eggs thrown at them. Hung, drawn and quartered. Beheaded.

They are parasites upon the parasites, encouraging worse and worse behavior for their own profit. Never mind the destruction of society that their siren lure of Feminism's hope - "you can have it all!" - brings to this world.

Yet. Still. I am forcefully reminded of Florence Nightingale (from the Wikipedia entry):

In one sense, I do believe I am "like a man," as Parthe [the writer's sister] says. But how? In having sympathy. … Women crave for being loved, not for loving. They scream out at you for sympathy all day long, they are incapable of giving any in return, for they cannot remember your affairs long enough to do so. [Emphasis mine. - BPS] … They cannot state a fact accurately to another, nor can that other attend to it accurately enough for it to become information. Now is not all this the result of want of sympathy?

Letter to Madame Mohl (13 December 1861)

This is no world for men. In women's minds, all men are disposable.

We exist only to give her what she wants in the moment.

"Listen to me. Give me your sympathy. Poor, poor, pitiful me..."

At the best, they are pleasant diversions - at the worst, very unpleasant distractions. Because the world doesn't run on her feeeelings: it runs on blood, sweat and diesel.

Mine. Yours. Other men's. This is where the Crap Colored Glasses™ came from. Hear the yap-yap-yap long enough...hear variation upon variation of the same old greedy and unthinking story...until finally you snap...

"ENOUGH, WOMAN!!!"

You know the lies, the manipulations, the spin, the self-seeking, the narcissism, the inane, the insane. We all do, in this wretched wasteland of the interwebs.

We're not soulless. We're not heartless.

We've simply heard it before. Endlessly, endlessly...

Cut, razored, flayed, over and over and over.

We become a mass of keloid tissue. Stripe on slice over cut, crosshatched with scars, calluses that you couldn't hammer a nail through.

Until we are unmoved.

Heartbreaking? The only thing that is heartbreaking about this situation is that we Men were foolish enough to gift these women with a rope by which to hang themselves until dead.

Their death is ours.

And we cannot take that rope back.

Gay Divorce And Spousal Support - Didn't Take Long

Back when on this post "So Gays Can Marry Legally in the USA", I asked a simple question:

I do wonder if the LGBTQBDSM-whatever brigade have a clue as to what they've really let themselves in for. Studies show that breakups are even more common in their sector of society, moreso in the situation of lesbian relationships. 

Which brings up a superficially-amusing thought: in the case of frivorce, which one is the woman who gets alimony from her partner? [Emphasis mine. - BPS]

We are now looking to have an answer soon - and it took only 3 WEEKS to get to this situation: Glory Johnson seeks $20K a month in spousal support from Brittney Griner

After getting dumped by Brittney Griner, Glory Johnson is now looking to get paid. 

The jilted wife of the WNBA superstar, who last month filed to annul their 28-day marriage, wants $20,000 a month in temporary spousal support and an additional $10,000 in attorney fees, according to court documents presented on June 29 in Maricopa County, Arizona.

I guess you might call this a "pump'n'dump".

Like we couldn't see that coming. Fucking dipshits.

Amusingly, the whole "gay marriage is legal" thing came out about 3 weeks ago. It took 1 week for someone to decide to see how much $$$ she could get from her "wife".

As a mate said: "Do we flip a coin to see which one's the man?"

HAHAHAHAHAHAHHHHH!!!!!!

The Beaten Man

Like Dr Bill Warner regarding Islam:

The western world is likened to the abused wife, the beaten dog, and the raped child (42-43 minutes if you want to skip ahead). In a state of fetal self-protection.

Now look at the effects of Radical Feminism. Leaving men in a state of fetal self-protection, like a beaten child or dog.

More than feral. Almost becoming insane.

Have you ever seen a beaten dog suddenly turn on it's tormentor? It's not a pretty sight.

Can you imagine some beaten men suddenly turning on their tormentors? That would not be a pretty sight. Women prate about being oppressed. They don't know what they're talking about.

Assuming, of course, that the Western empire isn't destroyed by the immigrants which they are inviting into their backyard by the boatload. As is already happening in the Scandinavian countries and the EU.
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I've add SFC Ton's blog to my blogroll. I hope that he continues to produce content. I like what he's done so far.

A Phantom Pain

Trigger warning, people.

This is for some of the Men out there who are like me: divorced. Though I suppose that the widowed may also feel this, in a somewhat different manner.

What I call a phantom pain.

This phantom pain could be thought of as an itch, like someone gets in an amputated limb. Or it might be the ache of an old bullet would, or a broken bone. An itch, an ache, a pain of something missing, or you can suddenly feel again something that you thought was long-gone.

It can manifest in many ways. A feeling of something absent. An actual itching that you want to scratch. A phantom squeezing sensation.

For me, it typically manifests as one of two things: an absence where I used to wear my wedding band, or an itching in the same area. The times when it manifests as a phantom squeezing sensation - those are bad times.

Any - all - of them can really drive me mad at times. In a good way and a bad way. It's strange how paradoxical the depths of the mind can be.

"Like a splinter in your mind - driving you mad."

A blue-pill red-pill analogy of The Matrix is ironically and frighteningly accurate at times.

I liken to this to how a slave might feel, once his manacles have been struck off. He can finally scratch that area where he couldn't before. The purest pleasure. Yet a burden still, the times he awakens with the sensation of manacles still on his limbs.

The nightmares of good times turning foul come to you, you awaken. A burden when I awaken with the sensation of a bond to a poorly-chosen woman still chaining my finger. That itch you can't scratch.

Eight years as a metaphorical slave to a poorly-chosen woman. That's a long time to get used to something. When it's gone - why - initially there is a sensation of relief.

Immediately after there is a sensation of loneliness and missing something terribly vital.

I think that this sensation - loneliness and missing something terribly vital - might be why some men go rushing back into matrimony in haste. It's not because they're completely stupid or the like. Not even just brainwashed. A step beyond that.

It's because they're habituated, perhaps even addicted.

To us recovering addicts. It does go. If you're lucky - very fast. For some of us - slowly, with time.

Maybe for some, not at all? I hope you're not that unfortunate.

Eight years of a bad marriage, only five years of freedom. There are times, half-asleep, when I feel that old manacle around my finger. When I remember, even the bad times were good.

No World For Men

This is no country, no society, no world, for men. Not any more.

Over on Ian Ironwood's blog, he thinks that he may have found a Rational Feminist Unicorn. I encourage reading and thinking about what was written. I wrote a little response:

While I honor your attempts Ian - I begin to think that engaging with feminists (and women on the whole) is a waste of time. The reason: there appears to be no attention or sympathy for men in our world. Endless attention and sympathy for women, and they cry out for more attention and sympathy in an unending paean - none for men. Simply a cold and selfish indifference. This has been known through the ages. 

From Project Gutenberg's book "The Life Of Florence Nightingale", search in that webpage for "Women have no sympathy":

(Miss Nightingale to Madame Mohl.) 32 South Street, London, Dec. 13 [1861]. I have read half your book thro' [Madame Récamier], and am immensely charmed by it. But[14] some things I disagree with and more I do not understand. This does not apply to the characters, but to your conclusions, e.g. you say “women are more sympathetic than men.” Now if I were to write a book out of my experience, I should begin Women have no sympathy. Yours is the tradition. Mine is the conviction of experience.
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Now just look at the degree in which women have sympathy—as far as my experience is concerned. And my experience of women is almost as large as Europe. And it is so intimate too. I have lived and slept in the same bed with English Countesses and Prussian Bäuerinnen. No Roman Catholic Supérieure has ever had charge of women of the different creeds that I have had. No woman has excited “passions” among women more than I have. Yet I leave no school behind me. My doctrines have taken no hold among women. Not one of my Crimean following learnt anything from me, or gave herself for one moment after she came home to carry out the lesson of that war or of those hospitals.… No woman that I know has ever appris à apprendre. And I attribute this to want of sympathy. You say somewhere that women have no attention. Yes. And I attribute this to want of sympathy. Nothing makes me so impatient as people complaining of their want of memory. How can you remember what you have never heard?… It makes me mad, the Women's Rights talk about “the want of a field” for them—when I know that I would gladly give £500 a year for a Woman Secretary. And two English Lady Superintendents have told me the same thing. And we can't get one.…

As an aside, the sum of £500 a year in those days equates to something like $50-60k a year these days. Even for that, Florence and her acquaintances couldn't find a woman to act as a secretary.

The only attention that Men get these days seems to equate to: "What have you done for me recently?" You were expecting any form of sympathy? Forget it.

As Anonymous wrote on What Do You Like To Do?

What my counsellor showed me as well, is that we as men, we have identified and suppressed ourselves so much in the name of our wives and families, we have lost ourselves, our very essence.

I think that “What do you like to do”, was a form of “remembering” therapy, for me to start that great process of reclaiming the authentic and true me.

He told me the reason that I had forgotten about me, was that to my family, I was just a utility, an accessory, just like a hand bag. The last thing society and my ex-wife wanted was to see was me was as human, with my own thoughts and feelings.

As an aside, if you want to know how you can tell the right therapist for you? Your ex will hate them. They will make disparaging remarks about them, as they can see and are threatened by your new empowerment.

People hate MGTOW as it gives back men’s humanity – and slaves are not supposed to have any humanity.

If we men are thought of as human - as something other than a workhorse, or slave, or machine - then guilt might ensue. You don't feel guilty about mistreating a machine, running it until it falls apart, the pistons and gears grinding, the oil squirting, the screaming sounds as the engine is taken to and past redline, the stink as the clutch burns out. It's just a machine.

Never mind maintenance.

Replace it when it falls apart.

So our male blood, our lives, our sanity, lubricates the gears of the machine that is this women-centric society. All the while women cry out, more and more, for attention and sympathy and help and privileges.

Never mind. He's just another replaceable robotic part.