A long time ago I wrote about women lying even to themselves:
Female Best Intentions
Female Doublethink and Self-Deceit
I've been thinking further about this off-and-on for the last couple of years, though it's been a slow process. (Many other things contributing to being busy-as and competing to take up my personal life.)
It has slowly grown upon me that women are poisonous. Yet, not in the way you might think.
The poison is inside.
Yes, many of them go into situations with the best intentions. All concealed by personal self-deceit, so that they don't screw their "performance" up.
Now lets look at this deeper.
There is something about a man that fascinates her. Interesting. Irresistible. To the point where she will hang on his every word, do what he wants, etc.
If she's lucky (and he's not) eventually she "captures" that man.
That is the point where she starts, for some unfathomable reason, to poison everything that fascinates her about him.
I experienced this myself in the most intimate way. Back before my marriage, I did a lot of walking: beach, hill climbs, semi-tramping, swimming (in the sea), etc. Quite active.
When my wife-to-be and I got involved, she "liked" the same things. The chameleon at work, hah!
Marriage. *BANG* No further interest in the things that I did.
Oh, I could do them. I was free to do that by myself.
If I didn't mind being sub-rosa guilt-tripped because of it. Being made to feel like a bad person for going off by myself.
Not spending every single moment with her was A Bad Thing™.
Eventually I crumbled, slowly poisoned, my life more and more constrained. Only what *she* wanted mattered. Doing things with *her* was all that was allowed.
An insidious, creeping poison.
Now, dig into her psyche. Where the self-lies and doublethink and self-deceit hide from her, herself, what she is in the process of doing.
In her mind (and that of women, and those who subscribe to women's thinking - aka all the pathetic men out there who would happily lick up her runny shit for a sniff at that vagina) she's not doing anything wrong. It's just "oh...you don't want to be around me..." And sub-rosa patheticness and tears, etc.
If you're anything less than hard as stone, you'll eventually succumb to that treatment. Hell, even stone will eventually wear away.
Especially if you're not consciously aware of:
1/ what she's doing
2/ without her actually knowing
3/ and what the end result will be
The end result is a shell of a man who she eventually frivorces and dropkicks out of her life - because he's literally not the man she married. Literally. As Anonymous stated on Personal Time and Space is Golden for Men: his counselor spent a couple of months talking with him about what he likes to do in his life.
It's all been poisoned, shit upon, ripped away.
However. Due to plausible deniability, due to self-delusions, due to personal doublethink - she will absolutely deny that she has done anything to cause this change. At all. And 100% believe in this denial.
It's quite plausible too, when you consider that no thought or retrospection is involved on her part. She doesn't reflect on it, her part in the process never happened. Massive mental disconnect, very childlike on the whole. Women, the most responsible teenager in the house. Confused as hell, even about themselves.
In this situation, it's a subtle poison - a toxic waste - that she doesn't realize that she's dumping out there. One which slowly kills everything that she finds fascinating and amazing about her man.
The personal scars resulting from her own poison have by this time screwed up her own life. She's going to be pulling that freight-train of bullshit, spite, and bile around forever. Again, she doesn't see the destruction that she's caused - nor that it's her own fault. For her own self-protection, she is incapable of seeing it.
Similarly, women "friends" rally around her - because they cannot see it also. Deliberately, for their own self-protection as well. So they look to protect themselves, each other, and blame the "other" for the situation. In this case: the man.
It's 100% scapegoating behavior. We all do it: damn niggers/jews/asians/etc. Fucking bosses. Useless workers. Stinking money-grubbing rich bastards. Shithole bankers. Greedy fuckers have done fucked up everything.
Whenever something goes wrong, it's damned hard to look at it and decide if it actually was ourselves responsible for the mess. Ultimately responsible - whether individually, or in aggregate.
A lack of self-awareness, lack of reflection, and lack of thinking through - very thoroughly! - the consequences will do that to you.
In the end, the poison is comprised of confusion and self-deceit. A poison that will result in destroying everything that you (men and women) find worthwhile, transcendent, in this world.
As an example: look at the third-world hellhole we are turning our society into.
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I'm not sure if you're still out there and reading this, Anonymous. I've gone down many rabbit-holes over the past couple of years. If you're still there, hopefully this will continue to resonate with and be of worth to you.
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Sunday, 27 August 2017
Saturday, 3 December 2016
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.
Thursday, 27 October 2016
The Message
Her: You should go out with X, she likes you.
Me: No.
Her: What? *hamstershit*
Me: She sent me a message. I got it. No.
Her: *more hamstershit*
Heheheh.
Both words and actions are the message. When you read the message behind the message.
Jumping ship from one man to another.
Divorcing her husband to play the field.
Partying when her kids are with the dad.
No thanks. No thanks. No thanks.
Read the message. Her actions and words tell you it. They are quite open. She's not hiding what she is. She's not even thinking about it. She simply subconsciously relies upon your clueless inattention.
You simply need to pay attention to what that message, those words and actions that comprise it, mean.
Her message is sub-rosa, unconscious, unintentional. She's not consciously aware of it. It's there, though - in the disconnect that she shows, that is very evident between, the shallow depths of her head and the reality that surrounds her.
"My children are my world."
That's why she jumped ship. That's why she dumped her husband. That's why she's a slut. That's why she changes boyfriends every month. That's why she's a party-girl. That's why it's all their fault.
You don't have to gloss over it. You can pick it up - you can be aware of it - you can read it. That message. That's right, that message. Clear as glass, obvious as daylight.
Hidden in plain sight. Even from her self.
And you can choose to act upon it, rather than other more overt messages. Messages like the bullshit script that society expects - insinuates - demands that you follow.
Me: No.
Her: What? *hamstershit*
Me: She sent me a message. I got it. No.
Her: *more hamstershit*
Heheheh.
Both words and actions are the message. When you read the message behind the message.
Jumping ship from one man to another.
Divorcing her husband to play the field.
Partying when her kids are with the dad.
No thanks. No thanks. No thanks.
Read the message. Her actions and words tell you it. They are quite open. She's not hiding what she is. She's not even thinking about it. She simply subconsciously relies upon your clueless inattention.
You simply need to pay attention to what that message, those words and actions that comprise it, mean.
Her message is sub-rosa, unconscious, unintentional. She's not consciously aware of it. It's there, though - in the disconnect that she shows, that is very evident between, the shallow depths of her head and the reality that surrounds her.
"My children are my world."
That's why she jumped ship. That's why she dumped her husband. That's why she's a slut. That's why she changes boyfriends every month. That's why she's a party-girl. That's why it's all their fault.
You don't have to gloss over it. You can pick it up - you can be aware of it - you can read it. That message. That's right, that message. Clear as glass, obvious as daylight.
Hidden in plain sight. Even from her self.
And you can choose to act upon it, rather than other more overt messages. Messages like the bullshit script that society expects - insinuates - demands that you follow.
Thursday, 13 October 2016
Check Your Privilege
No, not your male privilege. Shut your mouths, you feminazi hoes - unless you want a dick in it. Then get down on your knees, we'll oblige.
Your fuckin' urban privilege, you white university educated bitch.
Over on Cracked there is a two-page article about How Half Of America Lost Its Fucking Mind. It explains the whole Donald Trump phenomenon, referencing and explaining the tropes behind movies, and lays it out like shit on a shingle.
It's actually quite fuckin' awesome.
Which leads to a question, for all those feminazi cunts out there.
If Donald Trump is a rapist to be reviled and all that sorta shit...
...who the fuck bought 80 million copies of Fifty Shades of Shit?
(Yeah I know, thought I'd run outta stuff to say for the moment. Who'd'a fuckin' thought.)
Your fuckin' urban privilege, you white university educated bitch.
Over on Cracked there is a two-page article about How Half Of America Lost Its Fucking Mind. It explains the whole Donald Trump phenomenon, referencing and explaining the tropes behind movies, and lays it out like shit on a shingle.
It's actually quite fuckin' awesome.
Which leads to a question, for all those feminazi cunts out there.
If Donald Trump is a rapist to be reviled and all that sorta shit...
...who the fuck bought 80 million copies of Fifty Shades of Shit?
(Yeah I know, thought I'd run outta stuff to say for the moment. Who'd'a fuckin' thought.)
Friday, 30 September 2016
Why I Think Trump Will Win
Yeah yeah, this ain't a political blog.
Yeah yeah, it's all the elites dribbling and frothing for the entertainment of the masses and to get their noses in the trough.
So why the fuck do I care if Trump wins?
Because from what I can see (here in New Zealand) he's a potential breath of sanity.
That's it. The one potential breath of sanity I've seen in a very long time.
I look at the insanity of women, I look at the insanity of our society. Hell, it's my self-chosen "mission" to expose the poisonous insanity in the soul of the world. "Exposing the black poison in the soul of the world." Fuckin' pretentious of me.
I actually think he has a chance.
The reason which makes me think this is reading some highbrow retards whinging that he sounds like a dockworker. Dude's a multi-millionaire, he's giving that witch Hillary a dry corn-holing with her own broomstick on the regular, and they're griping about how he sounds like a dockworker.
Fuckin' retards.
He sounds like a dockworker because he's appealing to the dockworkers and other common people.
See, the man's a businessman. You don't become a successful businessman by spouting feelgood crap and surrounding yourself with ass-lickers and yes-men. Cronyism doesn't do a whole lot of shit in his world.
What does do a whole lot of shit is those who tie steel and lay concrete. Who build the foundations for bridges and skyscrapers and shit like that. Fuckers who can do something, and who are being squeezed out of life.
The incessant talk of academia, the incessant dribbling of theories, doesn't mean shit when the rubber meets the road. What matters is building something that stands up and provides a service - something of real lasting worth, something that makes money.
Government and jawing doesn't make money. You can talk endlessly at the broken fuckin' air conditioner, that won't fix the fucker when it's 100-degrees out and climbing.
Trump is appealing to the middle-Americans, those who maintain and build this civilization. His message is: "It's time to build our civilization again." The broad implication is that nobody else in government is doing it. They'd rather talk and get their hog-nose into the fuckin' trough of public funds. Into your and my pockets. Into your and my lives.
So he's a breath of sanity in a kaleidoscope of fluffy illusions. He's kicking the funhouse mirrors of the asylum down in an effort to get the forced inmates out into the real world again. Of course those in charge of the asylum don't like him. He's showing that they're unnecessary. In fact, downright incompetent - if not actively dangerous.
Why do I give a shit about the world going to sanity?
I always have. I'd rather it didn't burn down, if there's a real viable alternative. If the sane can actually swap places with the insane Leftist babbling idiots.
You can't actually *do* anything with these Leftist idiots. You can't trust them. You can't make a deal with them. They lie and break their word at every opportunity. Going into business with them would be stupid, getting married to one would be lunacy of the highest order.
Then they have the chutzpah to blame *you* for the situation. It's *your* fault that they lie and cheat and steal from you. (Which it is, looked at in a certain bleak light - why the *fuck* are we trusting these cunts as far as we can spit a mouthful of fish-hooks? We've never really grasped just how fucked in the head they are - because the sane simply cannot comprehend the insane. Thus, the insane can get away with a shitload more than you'd think would be possible.)
I'd actually like to see the world begin to strive for excellence once more. Like the moon shots, before the Space Shuttle made space all so dreary and same-same. Reach out and *take* what's rightfully yours. All of fucking reality.
Or sit in the corner and drool, the nurses coming around occasionally to wipe your fuckin' chin and change your fuckin' depends.
I'd like the human race to dream once more. I mean really dream, of something epic - not of something dull and grey and bland like fifty shades of limp-wristed BDSM shit.
So I'm thinking that Trump is the last gasp attempt of real humanity to steer itself onto a path of some kind of worth...
...not end with a whimper.
If the latter occurs, I will pour the gasoline on the world myself and set that fucking cunt alight. Then watch it burn with enjoyment, hoisting a small glass of Grand Marnier in a toast, while still hoping that something better will grow from whatever remains of the pyre.
Yeah yeah, it's all the elites dribbling and frothing for the entertainment of the masses and to get their noses in the trough.
So why the fuck do I care if Trump wins?
Because from what I can see (here in New Zealand) he's a potential breath of sanity.
That's it. The one potential breath of sanity I've seen in a very long time.
I look at the insanity of women, I look at the insanity of our society. Hell, it's my self-chosen "mission" to expose the poisonous insanity in the soul of the world. "Exposing the black poison in the soul of the world." Fuckin' pretentious of me.
I actually think he has a chance.
The reason which makes me think this is reading some highbrow retards whinging that he sounds like a dockworker. Dude's a multi-millionaire, he's giving that witch Hillary a dry corn-holing with her own broomstick on the regular, and they're griping about how he sounds like a dockworker.
Fuckin' retards.
He sounds like a dockworker because he's appealing to the dockworkers and other common people.
See, the man's a businessman. You don't become a successful businessman by spouting feelgood crap and surrounding yourself with ass-lickers and yes-men. Cronyism doesn't do a whole lot of shit in his world.
What does do a whole lot of shit is those who tie steel and lay concrete. Who build the foundations for bridges and skyscrapers and shit like that. Fuckers who can do something, and who are being squeezed out of life.
The incessant talk of academia, the incessant dribbling of theories, doesn't mean shit when the rubber meets the road. What matters is building something that stands up and provides a service - something of real lasting worth, something that makes money.
Government and jawing doesn't make money. You can talk endlessly at the broken fuckin' air conditioner, that won't fix the fucker when it's 100-degrees out and climbing.
Trump is appealing to the middle-Americans, those who maintain and build this civilization. His message is: "It's time to build our civilization again." The broad implication is that nobody else in government is doing it. They'd rather talk and get their hog-nose into the fuckin' trough of public funds. Into your and my pockets. Into your and my lives.
So he's a breath of sanity in a kaleidoscope of fluffy illusions. He's kicking the funhouse mirrors of the asylum down in an effort to get the forced inmates out into the real world again. Of course those in charge of the asylum don't like him. He's showing that they're unnecessary. In fact, downright incompetent - if not actively dangerous.
Why do I give a shit about the world going to sanity?
I always have. I'd rather it didn't burn down, if there's a real viable alternative. If the sane can actually swap places with the insane Leftist babbling idiots.
You can't actually *do* anything with these Leftist idiots. You can't trust them. You can't make a deal with them. They lie and break their word at every opportunity. Going into business with them would be stupid, getting married to one would be lunacy of the highest order.
Then they have the chutzpah to blame *you* for the situation. It's *your* fault that they lie and cheat and steal from you. (Which it is, looked at in a certain bleak light - why the *fuck* are we trusting these cunts as far as we can spit a mouthful of fish-hooks? We've never really grasped just how fucked in the head they are - because the sane simply cannot comprehend the insane. Thus, the insane can get away with a shitload more than you'd think would be possible.)
I'd actually like to see the world begin to strive for excellence once more. Like the moon shots, before the Space Shuttle made space all so dreary and same-same. Reach out and *take* what's rightfully yours. All of fucking reality.
Or sit in the corner and drool, the nurses coming around occasionally to wipe your fuckin' chin and change your fuckin' depends.
I'd like the human race to dream once more. I mean really dream, of something epic - not of something dull and grey and bland like fifty shades of limp-wristed BDSM shit.
So I'm thinking that Trump is the last gasp attempt of real humanity to steer itself onto a path of some kind of worth...
...not end with a whimper.
If the latter occurs, I will pour the gasoline on the world myself and set that fucking cunt alight. Then watch it burn with enjoyment, hoisting a small glass of Grand Marnier in a toast, while still hoping that something better will grow from whatever remains of the pyre.
Friday, 19 August 2016
Social Dysfunction
More and more women openly exhibit what can only be described as social dysfunction and deviant behavior.
Which is pretty much what we're all on their case about, out here in the desert of the interwebs.
Which is why we'll never be mainstream (thank God!).
At any rate, you can see it in all their interactions. With everyone. The frenemies, their boyfriends, their workmates, all that stuff: cuckoo coco-puffs out the wazoo.
They state that men are socially clueless...then go to stab their "best friend" in the back at every possible opportunity.
They can't even be happy, bubbly, and joyful with themselves. (I've met exactly one girl like this - happy, bubbly, and joyful - in the past 6 years - she was 19.) So twisted and fucked up that they have to warp everything into misery - and drag everyone else into the same fucked up state.
So pathetic. "Like, wow, man" levels of pathetic.
It's worse, though. Because most of us men are so fucked up that most of us listen to them. (Have you really listened to them? I mean, really? It's an unending drone of minutiae and drivel. Enough to drive you out through insanity, to the clear and calm waters of peace on the other side.)
We men on the whole listen to them - at least enough to try and shut them up by giving them what they say they want. Because of this, we have warped our entire social structure into the same dysfunctional state as their fucked up heads.
To illustrate:
A male teacher fucks a 14yo female student. Rape! Instant 10 years of getting assfucked by Bubba and the rest of the boys.
A female teacher fucks a 14yo male student. She gets put on the sex offender list. A slap on the wrist with a limp noodle.
This isn't just double-standards and hypocrisy (though it certainly is that).
It is prime warning that our society is dysfunctional to an extreme.
(Was it 21 Jump St - the movie - which featured an "underage" undercover copper fucking his teacher? This deviant behavior is considered to be so normal that it's now popular entertainment?)
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Wednesday, 30 March 2016
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.
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.
In the end it's still a fucking turd.
Friday, 12 February 2016
Screw Your Fucking Opinion
Her: You've got issues.
Newsflash, bitch: everyone in this world has issues.
It's because we're living in hell.
Eventually, in the end, no matter what you do, someone in the world is going to come along and snarkily say to you: "You've got issues." Or something similar.
As if they know in detail what's going on in your heart, life, mind, and soul. The arrogance of people who do that is breathtaking to an extreme.
So I have to ask myself about these types of people with their unasked-for opinions:
* Are they specially trained?
* Have they had the opportunity to quiz me intensely?
* Have they taken the time to tabulate the results?
* Have they cross-referenced and cross-checked for accuracy?
* Have they taken the time to reason through what is indicated?
* Have they asked for corroborative or denying data?
Once they've been trained and have done all that (assuming MY FUCKING PERMISSION to do all of those invasively personal things in the first place). Then they might be capable of making a reasonable inference and stating a case for X situation going on with me.
Generally though, it's just a kneejerk snarky reaction/sound-bite designed to put me into what they feel is my place. Effectively they are verbally pushing me down. Artificially pulling themselves above me.
With the arrogance to think that they have the full, 100%, all the rights in the mother-fucking world, pass to do this. To stomp on someone - anyone. To crush them under their feet. As if they were God. As if everyone else were simple plebian scum. As if their (often female, usually moronic/leftist/SJW) selves are the final arbiter of everyone else's life, regardless of reality.
Screw your fucking opinion.
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.
Monday, 18 January 2016
Hypergamy or Lazy Parasite?
Commentor Sven Sversen makes a great long comment on my post about women being Infantile:
(I find it interesting that in India, the higher cost of arranging dowries for their daughters is causing some rural Indians to commit female infanticide in the form of aborting female fetuses. This makes me think back to the old times when men wanted SONS to help them on the farm, 'cause at least they were useful...)
(I also find it very interesting the feminist analysis/slant/propaganda HAH! They can say all they want that hypergamy must be analyzed in the context of a patriarchal system - doesn't mean that assertion is true. More on that later)
Definitely men would prefer a lower-attractiveness, less-hassle woman long-term. It's bad enough to be coming back from a hell day and then have to deal with someone who's decided to be Mz Bitch™ for the evening and night...you get no fuckin' rest. Which is their MO, if you're tired out you'll be more likely to give in and give Mz Bitch™ what she wants.
Totally correct about men and women being miserable if they think the man is the weaker of the couple. Yet it seems to happen all the time. Why the misery? It's social conditioning - the man should be the stronger, the woman the weaker. Yet, thanks to female machinations in society and laws: upon entering the marriage the man has no power, the woman has all the power. Instant reversal of all the power dynamics.
Further she will deliberately attempt to change her man into something weaker. Which is why so many men end up as hollow shells. Read my post on Personal Time and Space is Golden for Men - especially think about the bit in the middle regarding domestic abuse, flipped on it's head, if she were another man pulling that crazy nagging shit. On the whole, deliberately turning the man she loved into a nothing that she'd rather not waste spit upon is psychotic to an extreme.
So let's look at this harder. Women *say* that they want a man superior to them etc...yet their *actions* are a constant attempt to deliberately destroy that man. One of the things that we are so big on in the Manosphere, the PUA's and MGTOW's and MRA's alike, is a pragmatic rule of thumb: "When words and actions do not match, always believe actions."
By their actions these women are saying: "I want to destroy you."
Which action-message is pretty-much confirmed when we start looking at the statistics regarding common male-destructive situations involving: false rape accusations, false domestic violence accusations, and frivorce. Think about that, when you think about your constant struggle with being dominant over your self-stated bog-average and very-far-below-you girlfriend.
Let's look at your senior fireman. Strong, handsome, a leader - unfortunately his wife makes more money than he does. This makes him unhappy because as the highest money-earner, she's the one in control and he's not really able to put her in her place - which both situations likewise make her unhappy. Why might this be?
Once I read The Predatory Female and The Manipulated Man (both in the list of Worthwhile Books page up top) I realized three things:
1/ Women are parasites.
2/ Parasites are lazy.
3/ Women are therefore lazy.
And that is the root of so-called hypergamy.
Women are marrying up - to guys who make more money, or are of a higher social standing/caste than they are (which usually includes money) - because they can then slack off, pump out a couple kids, and be fucking lazy with the excuse of "looking after the children". (I remember that Terrence Popp put out a video about women pumping out kids every couple of years. Also look up the concept of baby-jail and women having whoopsies to deliberately trap men.)
This is why your fireman's wife is unhaaaapy. He's unhappy because he's been conditioned all his life that "the man brings in more than the woman", it's part of the social memes that we all run mentally. She's unhappy because she can't be a lazy cunt and slack off while bringing up kiddies - one of the easiest jobs out there, especially these days.
'Cause she's gotten used to a certain amount of dollars coming in, y'know, the lifestyle-thing and all to which she has become accustomed...she's not attracted entirely to the man above her, she's attracted to the potentially lazy life that he represents, and her current hubby just ain't cuttin' it on that front.
Recently I've been putting up the posts about interchangeable, and a couple of those posts are about society and relationships. The whole basis of those posts, the underpinning, is laziness taken to an extreme.
So let's have a thought-experiment. Let's suppose that you demonstrate the following:
1/ Paying cash for expensive things of quality (not crapple status items and electroshit hybrid cars, but *true* quality)
2/ Being quite happy with second-hand stuff that is cheap but serviceable
3/ Having absolutely no debt of any kind (no credit card, no car finance, no mortgage, no bank loan or overdraft)
4/ That you work only the required hours to do the above - by choice! - and absolutely refuse to work harder/longer
I know two guys in exactly this situation. One has a house of his own that he paid cash for and he never bothers with women. He never has. He got the money together by living with his parents until he was 29-ish, he's now pushing his 40's. He's basically invisible to women, plus being totally not interested.
The other guy is 27 and rents, probably will for life. Without fail, every time, the woman in his life eventually breaks it off - calls him a "loser" - and forgets he exists. Utterly dead to her. (I'm almost in this situation myself - while I like fucking women, they don't tend to stay long once they grasp how my mentality works - which is "buy to last a lifetime". I will not buy certain things more than once.)
Why does this happen to these guys?
Because they're not easy prey. Neither of them. The parasite cannot lure them into the debt-trap of buy-buy-buy, new-new-new, upgrade-upgrade-upgrade, must-keep-up-with-the-Joneses, etc for her benefit. She cannot leech off of them. Once that becomes clear she reverts to her default of laziness. Fuck it. All men are interchangeable. I'll go find another loser that I can wrap around my finger and turn into my slave.
It's also very interesting to note that those four things make up a good start to the ideal partner - for a man. You might call that the mythical NAWALT, which I have written about a couple of times.
The feminist slant on Wikipedia states:
No wonder they demand that it be examined in the context of a patriarchy, examining it in the context of a matriarchy makes them look like parasites and slaveowners.
But then, we already know that slavery is alive and well.
And now it is my Monday AM. Time to sleep, to give over the on-call to someone else later today, do my work, go to the gym, and finally go for a relaxing wander down the local beach. No woman earbashing me, no parasite leeching off me...a Man's heaven on earth...
"Hypergamy" is a term borrowed from biology, I believe. It refers to a preference for mating *upward*: Men don't want girls they look up to (Pyjama Boy does, if he wants a girl at all, but he's defective). Girls are only attracted to men they look up to. They are *only* attracted to men they consider superior to themselves.
Yeah, yeah, men *fantasize* about 10s. And some fantasize about girl-power action hero fantasy characters. But basically all men can happily be in love for their whole lives with very ordinary women who they consider weaker than themselves. If a man thinks his wife is stronger than himself, every man and every woman (most especially his wife) thinks he's a pussy, defective. A loser.
A man is happy if he's the source of strength. A woman is happy if HE is the source of strength. She is *miserable* if *she* is the source of strength. That's hypergamy.
Women absolutely require that their man be emotionally and physically stronger than them, and dominant. Dominant in an effortless, casual way. If he's not smarter and higher earning too, he'd better be a hell of a charming SOB.
I know a female statistician married to a senior fireman. You know how women are about firemen. He's a level headed, responsible man who leads men, sound judgment, proven physically brave, a great father, and pre-selected to hell and back -- well out of her league by any sane standards. She's unhaaapy because she makes more money and he doesn't put her in her place. Silly bitch. She should be on her knees thanking God for letting her have this man in her life.
But he doesn't know how to put her in her place, and she makes more money.
That's hypergamy. Nothing to do with pre-selection. It's about relative "value", as women perceive it in their narrow little pea brains. That woman has an IQ nearly as high as mine and knows ten times more math -- and she's got the brains of a goldfish.
I was just thinking about the dominance thing the other day. I'm pretty funny, faster on my feet than most. I have a hell of an imagination. I can improvise the craziest shit. It takes all that every day to keep my girlfriend submissive, and she ain't in my league by half, on looks or anything else. Plus I earn twice what she does, and she knows it. Silly American bitch. Delusional.
If I've got to work to stay on top of this one, WTF is the average guy supposed to do? Nine hours hanging sheetrock or some shit and he's supposed to come home and effortlessly dominate an exchange of repartee with some angry fat skank? How about you boil the fucking spaghetti and shut your trap, Jumbo?
Maybe you MGTOW guys have a point. These dumb bitches are psychotic.For the record it looks like the term Hypergamy comes from the Social Sciences, according to Wikipedia (there's some contention between Evolutionary Psychology and Social Learning Theorists). It is very much worth reading what Wikipedia says about it - though keep in mind that Wikipedia is only the topmost fluff-and-bare-bones of any subject. We also need to keep in mind that anything to do with society and social sciences is open to observer bias and interpretation (including our own).
(I find it interesting that in India, the higher cost of arranging dowries for their daughters is causing some rural Indians to commit female infanticide in the form of aborting female fetuses. This makes me think back to the old times when men wanted SONS to help them on the farm, 'cause at least they were useful...)
(I also find it very interesting the feminist analysis/slant/propaganda HAH! They can say all they want that hypergamy must be analyzed in the context of a patriarchal system - doesn't mean that assertion is true. More on that later)
Definitely men would prefer a lower-attractiveness, less-hassle woman long-term. It's bad enough to be coming back from a hell day and then have to deal with someone who's decided to be Mz Bitch™ for the evening and night...you get no fuckin' rest. Which is their MO, if you're tired out you'll be more likely to give in and give Mz Bitch™ what she wants.
Totally correct about men and women being miserable if they think the man is the weaker of the couple. Yet it seems to happen all the time. Why the misery? It's social conditioning - the man should be the stronger, the woman the weaker. Yet, thanks to female machinations in society and laws: upon entering the marriage the man has no power, the woman has all the power. Instant reversal of all the power dynamics.
Further she will deliberately attempt to change her man into something weaker. Which is why so many men end up as hollow shells. Read my post on Personal Time and Space is Golden for Men - especially think about the bit in the middle regarding domestic abuse, flipped on it's head, if she were another man pulling that crazy nagging shit. On the whole, deliberately turning the man she loved into a nothing that she'd rather not waste spit upon is psychotic to an extreme.
So let's look at this harder. Women *say* that they want a man superior to them etc...yet their *actions* are a constant attempt to deliberately destroy that man. One of the things that we are so big on in the Manosphere, the PUA's and MGTOW's and MRA's alike, is a pragmatic rule of thumb: "When words and actions do not match, always believe actions."
By their actions these women are saying: "I want to destroy you."
Which action-message is pretty-much confirmed when we start looking at the statistics regarding common male-destructive situations involving: false rape accusations, false domestic violence accusations, and frivorce. Think about that, when you think about your constant struggle with being dominant over your self-stated bog-average and very-far-below-you girlfriend.
Let's look at your senior fireman. Strong, handsome, a leader - unfortunately his wife makes more money than he does. This makes him unhappy because as the highest money-earner, she's the one in control and he's not really able to put her in her place - which both situations likewise make her unhappy. Why might this be?
Once I read The Predatory Female and The Manipulated Man (both in the list of Worthwhile Books page up top) I realized three things:
1/ Women are parasites.
2/ Parasites are lazy.
3/ Women are therefore lazy.
And that is the root of so-called hypergamy.
Women are marrying up - to guys who make more money, or are of a higher social standing/caste than they are (which usually includes money) - because they can then slack off, pump out a couple kids, and be fucking lazy with the excuse of "looking after the children". (I remember that Terrence Popp put out a video about women pumping out kids every couple of years. Also look up the concept of baby-jail and women having whoopsies to deliberately trap men.)
This is why your fireman's wife is unhaaaapy. He's unhappy because he's been conditioned all his life that "the man brings in more than the woman", it's part of the social memes that we all run mentally. She's unhappy because she can't be a lazy cunt and slack off while bringing up kiddies - one of the easiest jobs out there, especially these days.
'Cause she's gotten used to a certain amount of dollars coming in, y'know, the lifestyle-thing and all to which she has become accustomed...she's not attracted entirely to the man above her, she's attracted to the potentially lazy life that he represents, and her current hubby just ain't cuttin' it on that front.
Recently I've been putting up the posts about interchangeable, and a couple of those posts are about society and relationships. The whole basis of those posts, the underpinning, is laziness taken to an extreme.
So let's have a thought-experiment. Let's suppose that you demonstrate the following:
1/ Paying cash for expensive things of quality (not crapple status items and electroshit hybrid cars, but *true* quality)
2/ Being quite happy with second-hand stuff that is cheap but serviceable
3/ Having absolutely no debt of any kind (no credit card, no car finance, no mortgage, no bank loan or overdraft)
4/ That you work only the required hours to do the above - by choice! - and absolutely refuse to work harder/longer
I know two guys in exactly this situation. One has a house of his own that he paid cash for and he never bothers with women. He never has. He got the money together by living with his parents until he was 29-ish, he's now pushing his 40's. He's basically invisible to women, plus being totally not interested.
The other guy is 27 and rents, probably will for life. Without fail, every time, the woman in his life eventually breaks it off - calls him a "loser" - and forgets he exists. Utterly dead to her. (I'm almost in this situation myself - while I like fucking women, they don't tend to stay long once they grasp how my mentality works - which is "buy to last a lifetime". I will not buy certain things more than once.)
Why does this happen to these guys?
Because they're not easy prey. Neither of them. The parasite cannot lure them into the debt-trap of buy-buy-buy, new-new-new, upgrade-upgrade-upgrade, must-keep-up-with-the-Joneses, etc for her benefit. She cannot leech off of them. Once that becomes clear she reverts to her default of laziness. Fuck it. All men are interchangeable. I'll go find another loser that I can wrap around my finger and turn into my slave.
It's also very interesting to note that those four things make up a good start to the ideal partner - for a man. You might call that the mythical NAWALT, which I have written about a couple of times.
The feminist slant on Wikipedia states:
Feminist analysis of hypergamy says the practice needs to be understood in the context of a patriarchial system: ...Yet when we flip it on it's head, when we look at it in the context of a matriarchal system where the women call the shots, where the women receive the benefits, and where the women are the ones in ultimate control - it looks a helluva lot like a parasite fastening onto a host, a slaveowner driving their slave to the ragged edge and an early grave.
No wonder they demand that it be examined in the context of a patriarchy, examining it in the context of a matriarchy makes them look like parasites and slaveowners.
But then, we already know that slavery is alive and well.
And now it is my Monday AM. Time to sleep, to give over the on-call to someone else later today, do my work, go to the gym, and finally go for a relaxing wander down the local beach. No woman earbashing me, no parasite leeching off me...a Man's heaven on earth...
Thursday, 31 December 2015
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.
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.
Monday, 21 December 2015
Female Life Choice Stupidity
Hold tight, this is gonna be harsh. Feminists, rejoice in your screwing-up and screwing-over of your own sisters. And the next generation of kiddies too. As a minimum.
So here, I am going to dig into the Child Poverty Monitor for New Zealand (note that the website says 2015, but it's actually based on 2012 statistics - it's supposed to be updated every 5 years). Here is the opening graphics from that page:
I will say, I find these pictures hard to take - 'cause I'm a really soft-hearted bastard when it comes to kids, grouchy and mean-spirited as I might come across here. You'd probably expect me to make nasty comments about if they're better boiled, roasted, or fried.
Have to admire the marketing and artistry that went into those images. Especially the kid with the Buzzy Bee - brings back memories of the one that my brother and I shared as a kid. Very well-designed to tug the heartstrings. You will note that the only male father-type shown isn't the type of man who wears a suit.
Now to give these numbers a cold, hard look:
14% material hardship
9% severe poverty
29% income poverty
Which adds up to: 52% of New Zealand children living in conditions of poverty. Of course, they may be misrepresenting the numbers - however, material hardship/income poverty/severe poverty I will assume to be completely separate poverty brackets. So I can with reasonable confidence add them together to get total poverty percentages.
Here's another nasty statistic. In New Zealand, 49% of children are born to single mothers (according to the NZ Government's own statistics).
Hmmm. Interesting.
What is the most important decision that any woman can make in her entire life?
Children.
Who she has them with. When she has them. Where she has them. How she has them. Why she has them.
Yet a large % of women and her parents are fucking this up.
They are making a major life-changing decision in such a wishy-washy, lackadaisical manner that it screws up their life for the next 20-odd years.
That's the prime years of their life, too. When they are young, when they should be alive and filled with joy and happiness. When they should be part of a well-knit and loving family, community, helping to bring up strong and wholesome children to be proud of in their later years.
Instead they're stuck with doing their best to make ends meet - even with the help of das guberment and it's confiscatory taxes, plus stealing money from the pocket of the putative father.
Stupidity uber alles.
I'm not saying that these women are dumb. Far from it. Some of them are quite smart chicks. Unfortunately when someone with a 161 IQ turns around and becomes a single mommy ("it just happened!" - fucktard) I simply have to shake my bloody head at them. What organ were you thinking with, girl?
And we disparagingly say that MEN think with their dick.
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Let's dig through a few more things on the Child Poverty Monitor front page:
* Staying home from school because they don't have the full uniform - I'm kinda torn with this one. One hand says "school uniforms are expensive bullshit" while the other hand says "school uniforms are necessary to stop the kids from dressing inappropriately". Comes down to it: if the schools are that Nazi-like...I have no fucking idea.
* Many children don't go to the doctor when sick because they can't afford the appointment costs and medicine - semi-bullshit. Children under 6yo have no (zero) fees. Recently this has been extended to children under 13yo. That's an improvement, which is what the site is supposed to be set up to track anyway.
* Staying home from school because they don't have a lunch to take - semi-bullshit. I see, very often, very fat women (I'm talking Beluga fuckin' Whale size) with skinny children. There's food there. It just ain't goin' in the right mouth. The government also provides free breakfast since 2013, in the form of milk and weetbix.
* Doing badly at school, not getting a good job, having poor health, falling into a life of crime - I will say "yes" to that. All of these are contributed to by poverty. Been known for yonks.
* Digging further in, the incidence of child poverty in 1984 was 15% and now it's 29% (how the hell that adds up to 52% of children currently living in poverty I'm not sure - but we'll run with it for now). So the incidence of poverty is rising. I would go along with that - the incidence of juvenile delinquency and crime and general stupidity is rising as well, probably somewhere along the same rate.
* Take part in our campaign and tell New Zealand #itsnotchoice - BULLSHIT! It's not the child's choice, but it sure as shit was the momma's! He was good enough to part her legs for. He's not good enough to be her husband and help bring up children. He's making enough that it's worth stinging him for child-support for the next 15 years. She can fill her fat belly but not her kiddies.
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So here, I am going to dig into the Child Poverty Monitor for New Zealand (note that the website says 2015, but it's actually based on 2012 statistics - it's supposed to be updated every 5 years). Here is the opening graphics from that page:
Have to admire the marketing and artistry that went into those images. Especially the kid with the Buzzy Bee - brings back memories of the one that my brother and I shared as a kid. Very well-designed to tug the heartstrings. You will note that the only male father-type shown isn't the type of man who wears a suit.
Now to give these numbers a cold, hard look:
14% material hardship
9% severe poverty
29% income poverty
Which adds up to: 52% of New Zealand children living in conditions of poverty. Of course, they may be misrepresenting the numbers - however, material hardship/income poverty/severe poverty I will assume to be completely separate poverty brackets. So I can with reasonable confidence add them together to get total poverty percentages.
Here's another nasty statistic. In New Zealand, 49% of children are born to single mothers (according to the NZ Government's own statistics).
Hmmm. Interesting.
What is the most important decision that any woman can make in her entire life?
Children.
Who she has them with. When she has them. Where she has them. How she has them. Why she has them.
Yet a large % of women and her parents are fucking this up.
They are making a major life-changing decision in such a wishy-washy, lackadaisical manner that it screws up their life for the next 20-odd years.
That's the prime years of their life, too. When they are young, when they should be alive and filled with joy and happiness. When they should be part of a well-knit and loving family, community, helping to bring up strong and wholesome children to be proud of in their later years.
Instead they're stuck with doing their best to make ends meet - even with the help of das guberment and it's confiscatory taxes, plus stealing money from the pocket of the putative father.
Stupidity uber alles.
I'm not saying that these women are dumb. Far from it. Some of them are quite smart chicks. Unfortunately when someone with a 161 IQ turns around and becomes a single mommy ("it just happened!" - fucktard) I simply have to shake my bloody head at them. What organ were you thinking with, girl?
And we disparagingly say that MEN think with their dick.
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Let's dig through a few more things on the Child Poverty Monitor front page:
* Staying home from school because they don't have the full uniform - I'm kinda torn with this one. One hand says "school uniforms are expensive bullshit" while the other hand says "school uniforms are necessary to stop the kids from dressing inappropriately". Comes down to it: if the schools are that Nazi-like...I have no fucking idea.
* Many children don't go to the doctor when sick because they can't afford the appointment costs and medicine - semi-bullshit. Children under 6yo have no (zero) fees. Recently this has been extended to children under 13yo. That's an improvement, which is what the site is supposed to be set up to track anyway.
* Staying home from school because they don't have a lunch to take - semi-bullshit. I see, very often, very fat women (I'm talking Beluga fuckin' Whale size) with skinny children. There's food there. It just ain't goin' in the right mouth. The government also provides free breakfast since 2013, in the form of milk and weetbix.
* Doing badly at school, not getting a good job, having poor health, falling into a life of crime - I will say "yes" to that. All of these are contributed to by poverty. Been known for yonks.
* Digging further in, the incidence of child poverty in 1984 was 15% and now it's 29% (how the hell that adds up to 52% of children currently living in poverty I'm not sure - but we'll run with it for now). So the incidence of poverty is rising. I would go along with that - the incidence of juvenile delinquency and crime and general stupidity is rising as well, probably somewhere along the same rate.
* Take part in our campaign and tell New Zealand #itsnotchoice - BULLSHIT! It's not the child's choice, but it sure as shit was the momma's! He was good enough to part her legs for. He's not good enough to be her husband and help bring up children. He's making enough that it's worth stinging him for child-support for the next 15 years. She can fill her fat belly but not her kiddies.
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It's interesting to me to note that the rise in child poverty seems to rise with the incidence of numbers of single mommies:
1986 - 5.8%
1991 - 7.0%
1996 - 7.8%
I can't find statistics for the rise in single mommies for last few years, beyond the 49% of all New Zealand children being born to single mommies. That alone is shocking enough, though. There must have been quite an explosion. If I assume that a single mommy has 2 kiddies on average, that means 25% of women in NZ are single mommies. The chances are probably much higher that it's only a single kid though, so maybe it's more like 40% of women are single mommies.
You can add to that the results of the 53% divorce-rate that I touch on here. The kiddies from these divorces most likely end up in the poverty-bracket also. They certainly end up in the "troubled" section of society.
Riddle me this: In what fucked-up society is a businessman who makes $150k a year - who certainly never beat the shit out of his wife - suddenly hit with a divorce/frivorce - and is considered by all and sundry to be a loser and not worth spit?
Remind me again: Why we are paying for these mutilated beggars?
Wednesday, 21 October 2015
Unmoved
Over on Dalrock's place, he has a post up about a woman who lost her best friend:
paean whine of the predator who mindlessly let the best thing she ever had...go. Dalrock continues his post:
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):
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.
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
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..."
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.
Sunday, 19 July 2015
Not That Entertaining
Not just the dipshits with an agenda in the crap-o-sphere right now - though they're pretty fuckin' uninteresting.
Women too.
Here's a man who says it a fuckload better'n I have.
Yup. Now where's my fuckin' potato salad, you one-trick pony.
Friday, 10 July 2015
Love Is A Many Splendored Lie
"I love you."
Yeah. You keep saying that.
"I love you."
Uhuh. Heard you before.
"I love you."
Whatever.
The word "love" - as repeated in various ways and with various intonations by teh wimminz - has as many and varying meanings as a woman wants to give it. Most only in the moment. To revise in the future when it's convenient. As fickle and changeable as teh wimminz themselves.
Which is fuckin' hard for us men to figure out. We use words in a manner which is pretty-much unvarying. We don't want them varying in the insane and roundabout ways that teh wimminz adore. Reason being that "run for your life there's a fuckin' sabertooth chasin' your ass" is a message you don't have the time for leisurely contemplation over - to try and figure out the real meaning that that cunt Sue was trying to put across in her sneaky little put down. Oh, that bitch!
"I love you."
Pull the other one, it's got bells on.
"I love you!"
I love you too, but I'm not in love with you.
The light dawns, both figurative and real. The seduction has faded with the night. The bloom has gone from the rose. The glaring light of day exposes the shabby furnishings and mean room. The Empress' clothing is strewn over the floor. The artifices designed to simulate a youthful shape are laid bare. The sagging and wrinkled flesh is plain to see.
"I love you." With a forlorn and lost look on her face. An ersatz - or real? - shattered heart on display. We will never know. We can never know.
Manipulation and lies, as natural as breathing.
For most (if not all) women the "I love you" is a reflexive and empty mouthing designed to elicit a trained Pavlovian response in a man. "Be my slave." For the moment, for a long time, for eternity? Or do you just want that horny little itch scratched again before I get on with my day?
More truthful might be her saying: "I care about you."
Do you? Do you really? Is that why you deliberately mess me around? Is that why you attempt to twist me into crazed distraction? Is that why you attempt to see how far you can push the boundaries, beyond all sanity, and then insist that this is normal and expected?
I luuuuuurve you too.
Yeah. You keep saying that.
"I love you."
Uhuh. Heard you before.
"I love you."
Whatever.
The word "love" - as repeated in various ways and with various intonations by teh wimminz - has as many and varying meanings as a woman wants to give it. Most only in the moment. To revise in the future when it's convenient. As fickle and changeable as teh wimminz themselves.
Which is fuckin' hard for us men to figure out. We use words in a manner which is pretty-much unvarying. We don't want them varying in the insane and roundabout ways that teh wimminz adore. Reason being that "run for your life there's a fuckin' sabertooth chasin' your ass" is a message you don't have the time for leisurely contemplation over - to try and figure out the real meaning that that cunt Sue was trying to put across in her sneaky little put down. Oh, that bitch!
"I love you."
Pull the other one, it's got bells on.
"I love you!"
I love you too, but I'm not in love with you.
The light dawns, both figurative and real. The seduction has faded with the night. The bloom has gone from the rose. The glaring light of day exposes the shabby furnishings and mean room. The Empress' clothing is strewn over the floor. The artifices designed to simulate a youthful shape are laid bare. The sagging and wrinkled flesh is plain to see.
"I love you." With a forlorn and lost look on her face. An ersatz - or real? - shattered heart on display. We will never know. We can never know.
Manipulation and lies, as natural as breathing.
For most (if not all) women the "I love you" is a reflexive and empty mouthing designed to elicit a trained Pavlovian response in a man. "Be my slave." For the moment, for a long time, for eternity? Or do you just want that horny little itch scratched again before I get on with my day?
More truthful might be her saying: "I care about you."
Do you? Do you really? Is that why you deliberately mess me around? Is that why you attempt to twist me into crazed distraction? Is that why you attempt to see how far you can push the boundaries, beyond all sanity, and then insist that this is normal and expected?
I luuuuuurve you too.
Thursday, 9 July 2015
Student Debt Truth
Sometimes satire is the only mainstream way of warning people not to fuck their lives up. From The Onion:
Yes indeed, get that truth out there - one way or another.
Monday, 4 May 2015
All The Wells Have Been Thoroughly Poisoned
Occasionally I go over and read Donal Graeme - he's a Christian Red Pill blogger who decries Churchianity and brings up some interesting stuff. I should read him more than I do, though I'm both atheist and getting busier these days. Commentor Mindstorm recently pointed me over there to a post:
A Truce ... or Victory?
Some of the comments in there are starkly illustrative of the mindset of people still trying to get men into the game-aka-war going on between the two sexes. Commentor The Shadowed Knight resists this and states:
I am not interested in a truce. I am not interested in a war, either. Women can fight; they want that drama. Every man for himself, and this man is leaving the field. For many of us, any truce will come too late to do much good. This fight left too few decent women standing, and the effort involved in finding them is too much for me.
The Shadowed KnightYes indeed, he strikes right to the core. Too few of worth, too hard to find, forget it. I'm outta here, left the other slaves on the plantation, looking for a nice pleasant fishing-hole to enjoy. Want to join me? Drop your hook over there, maybe you'll get Old Mossy who hides under the tree roots.
Of course, there's the obligatory women-centric types seeming to try and shame the men back into getting involved with them. Some are obviously women, some are a bit harder to tell if it's a feminist-oriented male or someone with other skin in the game. I will quote one female commentor:
This fight left too few decent women standing, and the effort involved in finding them is too much for me.
Even if you found one that you were convinced is one of the few decent women left, I doubt you’d fight to snap her up. Not just you though; that applies to most men these days, including those that hang around here, despite the fact that it’s hard to find one.(Donal Graeme did give her a mild earful for coming across as a shaming-attempt. I would not have been so mild.)
People can state what they wish. People lie.
Women, as chameleon, are nothing but lies. ("I'm not like that!" When it's evident in every push-up bra, every drop of scent, every layer of makeup, every piece of slutty revealing clothing, that she is like that. Stop lying, woman.)
This is what these fucking retards never seem to grasp. Women. Faced with overwhelming evidence to the contrary, they think that opening their mouth and saying something means that Men will take it as truth. Whether it's true or not.
Bull.
Shit.
The type of mentality which comes across - as if they're entitled to lie and sincerely expect to get away with it and that men will give them the pussy-pass if they're caught out - is both amazing and disturbing. Female entitlement to the max.
Cory Doctrow once wrote a piece on MetaCrap:
Meta-utopia is a world of reliable metadata. When poisoning the well confers benefits to the poisoners, the meta-waters get awfully toxic in short order.To paraphrase and apply this maxim to the so-called sexual marketplace:
The sexual marketplace is a world of reliable relationships. When poisoning the sexual marketplace confers benefits to the poisoners, the sexual marketplace gets awfully toxic in short order.Women have very thoroughly poisoned the sexual marketplace. It has been for their personal short-term gain and not for their family's nor civilization's long-term gain.
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Imagine a caravan of camels going through the desert. The sun burns down, the plodding pace, the feet dragging through the shifting sands. They stop at various oases and wells, trading, getting water, fresh food.One particular village realizes that caravans are very profitable and poisons a well, luring in caravans. Those who go there die, their carcasses stripped, the bodies hidden away before the next caravan arrives. Several other villages note the prosperity of this village of robbers and decide to emulate them. The mentality spreads to yet other villages. Soon, all of the villages are doing it.
The caravan trade slacks off. Alarmed at the loss of their prosperity, the villagers get together and send out word: "We do not do these things. Come trade with us without risk."
The caravan trade picks up again. Prosperity returns to the villages in the form of more dead caravans, their corpses stripped, their bones hidden away in the endless sands.
Again, the caravan trade slacks off. Some of the villagers, deciding that they're sick of the others actions - even though they personally profited from those actions, perhaps even participated in them - split away and settle new villages.
No caravans arrive.
Surprised, they get together and have a big conflab then send out word: "We are new villages. We have absolutely nothing to do with those filthy robbers of the old villages. You can come trade with us and you will be welcome."
Still no caravans.
All the wells have been thoroughly poisoned - in the minds of the caravan-masters.
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Women seem to be so irrational (or entitled) that they apparently cannot grasp that men are actually rational when it comes to danger. That we see overwhelmingly common behavior. That we realize this behavior is going to be so common that we are most likely going to be subjected to it. (Is this a function of men as hunters, becoming good at recognizing danger in our surrounds and patterns of behavior in things around us?)
Plus, the whole idea of "new villages" reminds me of "born-again virgins".
Plus, the whole idea of so-called Red Pill Women stinks of the poison of personal opportunism.
A woman may not intend at all to follow this behavior.
Feelings change.
Good intentions go out the window.
Emotions take over.
You actually have the nerve to tell me you're not like that? You actually have the chutzpah to tell me you've changed? Cry me a fucking river. Woman, you lie.
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Thursday, 30 April 2015
Back To Basics: What Is Marriage For?
Eyes, balls, brains - all here. Hang on tight, it's time to go all the way back to basics and follow the question-chain through all all the way to the final conclusion.
Leftists, feminists, marxists, and women - walk away now. This will not make you feeeeeel good.
What is marriage for?
Possible answer: Because we love each other. No. We can love someone without marrying them. Without getting involved with them. Without anything formal being involved at all.
Possible answer: Because we're exclusive. No. We can be exclusive with someone without marrying them. That's just a "lets fuck exclusively" arrangement.
Accepted answer: To protect the family. Yes. Now let's expand that chain of thought.
What is a family?
Possible answer: A couple. No. A couple can be a couple (ie fuck exclusively) without being a family. Marriage is not required to be a couple.
Accepted answer: A Man, Woman, and Child(ren). Yes. Without children it is not a family. It is simply a pair of people hanging around together and fucking exclusively. Lets expand these two thoughts.
Why was marriage developed?
To formalize the expectations of all members of the family. Formal expectations of the Man, of the Woman, and of the Child(ren). What is considered to be the duties of all members of the family. What is required to keep that family together and strong. Most importantly, what is required to provide the best growing environment for children (the next generation).
Again: Why was marriage developed?
Because without formal expectations what was happening was not working very well. Without some form of enforcement, there was nothing to hold the family unit together (beyond nebulous feeeeelings). Feelings are notoriously changeable - for both Men and Women.
Yet again: Why was marriage developed?
It was developed to harness the power of Men and to yoke it to the development of civilization for the overall benefit of Men, Women, and Child(ren). When you give somebody skin in the game, then they will work hard at it. To give someone skin in the game, then there must be in their opinion something worthwhile in return.
The something worthwhile can include:
"If civilization had been left in female hands we would still be living in grass huts." - Camille Paglia
With civilization and it's accumulated knowledge and development we have a longer lifespan and helluva lot better living conditions for all. Without it we live in effective squalor, with higher chances of disease or starvation or childbirth killing us off.
To summarize:
Note: Throughout history there have been examples where civilizations have destroyed the family unit (Sparta, Rome). These civilizations have declined and been destroyed.
Note: LGBTQ-whatever is not a family unit. They cannot naturally have children (sans adoption). It has also been documented that child-abuse is higher in the homosexual community - not good for the children, the next generation, and therefore civilization as a whole.
Note: For 15,000+ years humanity has had civilizations of various forms. For over a million years there were no real known civilizations. It wasn't until something became worthwhile in the mind of the people involved that civilization developed.
Note: The deconstruction of the basic rule-of-thumb template of civilization that has held true for the past 15,000+ years, by the arbitrary ideas of leftist/feminist/marxist theorists of less than 150 years who think that they know better than a time-tested method, is hubris/pride to an incredible degree.
Which is overall why Marriage 2.0 (and civilization) is breaking down. There's basically nothing worthwhile in it for the one who works the hardest and produces the most to support the family unit: the Man.
Now lets go to the next logical set of conclusions, as regards MGTOW and older men in general and social expectations:
Which is basically society these days. Especially with no-strings-attached sex, pick-up, one-night-stands, etc. Without any stable family unit (all the above) then it's no wonder that civilization is declining in the West.
Which is why we are getting LGBTQ marriages, women marrying themselves, weird shit like that. (What's next? Marrying your cat? Your dog? Your horse? How about your dildo or vibrator?)
The rules of Marriage, the rules designed to strengthen and enforce the duties of the family unit, have been kicked out of shape and fucked with to the point of being unrecognizable and unworkable and not worth dealing with from the Man's point of view.
Which is also why laws have been passed regarding "Common Law Marriage" or "de facto relationships". Just the same as Marriage, automatically slapped on a couple after a few years of being together, forcing people into an arrangement which has no real worth from the point of view of the Man.
Forced child-support for one-night-stands and single mommies who no-way want the Man in their lives, yet are quite happy to stick their hand into his wallet on an ongoing basis to support her parasitic lifestyle.
Garbage rammed down everyone's throat about how Marriage is special - women having lavish weddings - all that crap. All for the woman's validation. Nothing of worth for the Man.
Brought to you by Crap Colored Glasses™, only $1k the pair and cheap at 10x the price. Tonight I will have a sip of Grand Marnier while I reflect, in front of my winter fire, sitting on my chair, in my warm house, about the decline that is so obvious - and muse about why so many people are living in denial as it happens around them.
Leftists, feminists, marxists, and women - walk away now. This will not make you feeeeeel good.
What is marriage for?
Possible answer: Because we love each other. No. We can love someone without marrying them. Without getting involved with them. Without anything formal being involved at all.
Possible answer: Because we're exclusive. No. We can be exclusive with someone without marrying them. That's just a "lets fuck exclusively" arrangement.
Accepted answer: To protect the family. Yes. Now let's expand that chain of thought.
What is a family?
Possible answer: A couple. No. A couple can be a couple (ie fuck exclusively) without being a family. Marriage is not required to be a couple.
Accepted answer: A Man, Woman, and Child(ren). Yes. Without children it is not a family. It is simply a pair of people hanging around together and fucking exclusively. Lets expand these two thoughts.
Why was marriage developed?
To formalize the expectations of all members of the family. Formal expectations of the Man, of the Woman, and of the Child(ren). What is considered to be the duties of all members of the family. What is required to keep that family together and strong. Most importantly, what is required to provide the best growing environment for children (the next generation).
Again: Why was marriage developed?
Because without formal expectations what was happening was not working very well. Without some form of enforcement, there was nothing to hold the family unit together (beyond nebulous feeeeelings). Feelings are notoriously changeable - for both Men and Women.
Yet again: Why was marriage developed?
It was developed to harness the power of Men and to yoke it to the development of civilization for the overall benefit of Men, Women, and Child(ren). When you give somebody skin in the game, then they will work hard at it. To give someone skin in the game, then there must be in their opinion something worthwhile in return.
The something worthwhile can include:
- Goods of use (clothing, food, housing, etc)
- Social respect
- Ease in older age (accumulated goods)
"If civilization had been left in female hands we would still be living in grass huts." - Camille Paglia
With civilization and it's accumulated knowledge and development we have a longer lifespan and helluva lot better living conditions for all. Without it we live in effective squalor, with higher chances of disease or starvation or childbirth killing us off.
To summarize:
- Marriage was designed to protect the family unit (Men, Women, Child(ren) all), to enforce certain rules upon the family unit, to effectively make that family unit a part of a growth towards better conditions for all Men, Women, and Children in a larger group.
- Call that larger group "civilization" (and to a lesser extent, "society").
- Without enforcing formal rules upon the family unit, the family unit will most likely break up.
- The breaking up of the family unit generally ends up with a less-pleasant situation for the bringing up of children.
- Civilization requires the best possible bringing up of children, the next generation, to overall improve the living conditions for all within that civilization.
Note: Throughout history there have been examples where civilizations have destroyed the family unit (Sparta, Rome). These civilizations have declined and been destroyed.
Note: LGBTQ-whatever is not a family unit. They cannot naturally have children (sans adoption). It has also been documented that child-abuse is higher in the homosexual community - not good for the children, the next generation, and therefore civilization as a whole.
Note: For 15,000+ years humanity has had civilizations of various forms. For over a million years there were no real known civilizations. It wasn't until something became worthwhile in the mind of the people involved that civilization developed.
Note: The deconstruction of the basic rule-of-thumb template of civilization that has held true for the past 15,000+ years, by the arbitrary ideas of leftist/feminist/marxist theorists of less than 150 years who think that they know better than a time-tested method, is hubris/pride to an incredible degree.
Which is overall why Marriage 2.0 (and civilization) is breaking down. There's basically nothing worthwhile in it for the one who works the hardest and produces the most to support the family unit: the Man.
Now lets go to the next logical set of conclusions, as regards MGTOW and older men in general and social expectations:
- Men are expected to be in a relationship or married (a social expectation)
- Without any intent to have children, there is no need for marriage
- Without marriage, without family, relationships are simply casual or exclusive fucking arrangements
Which is basically society these days. Especially with no-strings-attached sex, pick-up, one-night-stands, etc. Without any stable family unit (all the above) then it's no wonder that civilization is declining in the West.
Which is why we are getting LGBTQ marriages, women marrying themselves, weird shit like that. (What's next? Marrying your cat? Your dog? Your horse? How about your dildo or vibrator?)
The rules of Marriage, the rules designed to strengthen and enforce the duties of the family unit, have been kicked out of shape and fucked with to the point of being unrecognizable and unworkable and not worth dealing with from the Man's point of view.
Which is also why laws have been passed regarding "Common Law Marriage" or "de facto relationships". Just the same as Marriage, automatically slapped on a couple after a few years of being together, forcing people into an arrangement which has no real worth from the point of view of the Man.
Forced child-support for one-night-stands and single mommies who no-way want the Man in their lives, yet are quite happy to stick their hand into his wallet on an ongoing basis to support her parasitic lifestyle.
Garbage rammed down everyone's throat about how Marriage is special - women having lavish weddings - all that crap. All for the woman's validation. Nothing of worth for the Man.
Brought to you by Crap Colored Glasses™, only $1k the pair and cheap at 10x the price. Tonight I will have a sip of Grand Marnier while I reflect, in front of my winter fire, sitting on my chair, in my warm house, about the decline that is so obvious - and muse about why so many people are living in denial as it happens around them.
Tuesday, 21 April 2015
Anger Drives Us
I mean real anger, real frustration, real emotions.
Not just us MGTOW, Men in general.
Years ago when married, I came home from an exceptionally frustrating day and vented my fury for five minutes upon a punching bag that I'd had for years. It wasn't even hung up at the time, simply laying dusty and unused in a corner of the basement. (I'd been "conditioned" out of any form of physical exercise for a few years by then.)
Rope over a beam, tie that fucker up in the basement, *wham* *wham* *wham* for five minutes kicking and punching and kneeing until puffed and exhausted. (Like I said, no physical exercise. No endurance at all.)
Wife (at the time) was both scared shitless and apparently turned on by this exhibition of rage. She told me that she was scared by it, and later was extremely pliable and wet in bed.
Fast-forward, we have women these days telling us men that we "shouldn't be angry". Like we have no right to express our emotions - while at the same time telling us to express our emotions. Talk about bullshit fucked in the head. Of course, we are expected to only express bland "emotions" and horseshit in keeping with the fucking crap PC line espoused by what laughingly is called society these days.
If we truly expressed our anger: we might kick and punch and knee them to death.
Of course, truly expressing your anger turns the cunts on. It's all down to the doublethink and hypocrisy in their heads. Genuine violence makes them wet, especially if you're using it on another man to "win" her. This is most likely the dynamic behind them getting with thugs. Its for sure the dynamic behind the "lets you and him fight" bullshit game they pull.
Myself, I can't be arsed hanging around thugs and the like. Constant hur-dur poke-poke-poke. Boring as fuck. Da gurlz who get turned on by that shit are also boring as fuck. I've not met one of these girls who turns me on more than sexually - emotionally they leave me cold.
At any rate. Anger drives us.
Guys in the manosphere get a lot of grief about being "angry, misogynistic pricks". Yeah, what is with that? Society, trying to needle us into compliance again. "Fuck you for having a good reason for being angry - you will conform you slave-man. Shame, shame, shame on you!"
Fuck 'em all. Society can cram itself up its own ass and fuckin' deal with it. Hell, it's in the process of doing that anyway. Imploding at great speed as it sucks itself down into a black hole of hedonistic pleasure and self-loathing, down to the singularity of zero. Zero restraints. Zero limits. Zero pleasure. Zero everything.
Our overt anger passes, as we adjust to our deeper understanding of "society's unwritten and in-explicit rules" - covered up with lies all our lives. We start seeing the reality. We get used to looking through the Crap Colored Glasses™.
The anger is still always there though, covertly, simmering under the surface. Occasionally it will boil up and a femicunt will get a tongue-lashing that doesn't involve the cunnilingus or ass-licking that she expects from men. The despising of the female entitlement mindset runs deep and slow in men who have been thoroughly fucked over by the femicunt social system and it's toadies. Occasionally it breaks out.
Like today for me, someone put up some words about man-pants and girl-pants. Effectively it was a "shut up and shovel the fuckin' gravel - else you're a whiny little girl" message. Predictably, the Femicunts and PC-Police and White Knight motherfuckers started jumping all over it: "sexist", "not funny", "pathetic", rah-rah-rah. My response to the lot of them: "I see that the Ministry of Truth is off to a fine start, and the PC-Police have a lot on their hands. You can tell the pendantic twats by what concerns them."
A tiny little stab those little femicunts and SJWs with their fucked-up and twisted mindsets. Just came outta nowhere. Or rather, came bubbling up from the still and slow depths, expressed in withering contempt.
It will happen again.
The anger will always be there. Not overt. It drives us, deep in our gut. It moves us to improve ourselves. It forces us to do our own thing. That's how we know we are Men.
Those without that anger...are not men. Call them manginas if you want. Lesser, conditioned deeply, sucked down the kool-aid laced with the cyanide that killed the Man within. Withered on the vine, stillborn.
The real Men, we bank the fires of rage. Let it burn slowly, far down under the surface, in the depths.
Maybe one day there will be an opportunity to let it out and rage in an all-consuming wildfire. Otherwise it simply waits, the angry beast kindled long ago, held within in readiness for a time of need.
Not just us MGTOW, Men in general.
Years ago when married, I came home from an exceptionally frustrating day and vented my fury for five minutes upon a punching bag that I'd had for years. It wasn't even hung up at the time, simply laying dusty and unused in a corner of the basement. (I'd been "conditioned" out of any form of physical exercise for a few years by then.)
Rope over a beam, tie that fucker up in the basement, *wham* *wham* *wham* for five minutes kicking and punching and kneeing until puffed and exhausted. (Like I said, no physical exercise. No endurance at all.)
Wife (at the time) was both scared shitless and apparently turned on by this exhibition of rage. She told me that she was scared by it, and later was extremely pliable and wet in bed.
Fast-forward, we have women these days telling us men that we "shouldn't be angry". Like we have no right to express our emotions - while at the same time telling us to express our emotions. Talk about bullshit fucked in the head. Of course, we are expected to only express bland "emotions" and horseshit in keeping with the fucking crap PC line espoused by what laughingly is called society these days.
If we truly expressed our anger: we might kick and punch and knee them to death.
Of course, truly expressing your anger turns the cunts on. It's all down to the doublethink and hypocrisy in their heads. Genuine violence makes them wet, especially if you're using it on another man to "win" her. This is most likely the dynamic behind them getting with thugs. Its for sure the dynamic behind the "lets you and him fight" bullshit game they pull.
Myself, I can't be arsed hanging around thugs and the like. Constant hur-dur poke-poke-poke. Boring as fuck. Da gurlz who get turned on by that shit are also boring as fuck. I've not met one of these girls who turns me on more than sexually - emotionally they leave me cold.
At any rate. Anger drives us.
Guys in the manosphere get a lot of grief about being "angry, misogynistic pricks". Yeah, what is with that? Society, trying to needle us into compliance again. "Fuck you for having a good reason for being angry - you will conform you slave-man. Shame, shame, shame on you!"
Fuck 'em all. Society can cram itself up its own ass and fuckin' deal with it. Hell, it's in the process of doing that anyway. Imploding at great speed as it sucks itself down into a black hole of hedonistic pleasure and self-loathing, down to the singularity of zero. Zero restraints. Zero limits. Zero pleasure. Zero everything.
Our overt anger passes, as we adjust to our deeper understanding of "society's unwritten and in-explicit rules" - covered up with lies all our lives. We start seeing the reality. We get used to looking through the Crap Colored Glasses™.
The anger is still always there though, covertly, simmering under the surface. Occasionally it will boil up and a femicunt will get a tongue-lashing that doesn't involve the cunnilingus or ass-licking that she expects from men. The despising of the female entitlement mindset runs deep and slow in men who have been thoroughly fucked over by the femicunt social system and it's toadies. Occasionally it breaks out.
Like today for me, someone put up some words about man-pants and girl-pants. Effectively it was a "shut up and shovel the fuckin' gravel - else you're a whiny little girl" message. Predictably, the Femicunts and PC-Police and White Knight motherfuckers started jumping all over it: "sexist", "not funny", "pathetic", rah-rah-rah. My response to the lot of them: "I see that the Ministry of Truth is off to a fine start, and the PC-Police have a lot on their hands. You can tell the pendantic twats by what concerns them."
A tiny little stab those little femicunts and SJWs with their fucked-up and twisted mindsets. Just came outta nowhere. Or rather, came bubbling up from the still and slow depths, expressed in withering contempt.
It will happen again.
The anger will always be there. Not overt. It drives us, deep in our gut. It moves us to improve ourselves. It forces us to do our own thing. That's how we know we are Men.
Those without that anger...are not men. Call them manginas if you want. Lesser, conditioned deeply, sucked down the kool-aid laced with the cyanide that killed the Man within. Withered on the vine, stillborn.
The real Men, we bank the fires of rage. Let it burn slowly, far down under the surface, in the depths.
Maybe one day there will be an opportunity to let it out and rage in an all-consuming wildfire. Otherwise it simply waits, the angry beast kindled long ago, held within in readiness for a time of need.
Tuesday, 14 April 2015
Why We Should Legalize Rape
So, over on Amerika is an interesting post on why we should legalize rape:
Legalize Rape, Revisited
To break it down into a nutshell, he states that rape is no longer the life-destroying crime that it used to be (complete ruination of a woman) - it's more along the lines of beating someone up. These days, no woman is expected to go to her wedding a virgin - even though when that happens it's an excellent start to a marriage.
The thing is that our society now accepts casual sex. No woman will ever tell you how many men she's had. You are considered a loser if the thought of it bothers you. You are considered a loser if you catch her out fucking some other guy - and you dump her. You are considered a loser when you won't take her back nohow, no way.
All of this, no matter what, you are a loser - because casual sex is acceptable.
However: due to "remorse" the woman who gave it away freely can next day - or any time up to decades or even the end of her life later - retroactively state that it was not consensual sex. He raped her. Perhaps even claim against his estate (keep an eye out for that).
This has been experienced by several famous people recently - including Bill Cosby:
Yeah, like those girls don't want any of the billion dollars the man is worth. I hope that he spends that billion dollars fighting against them and smearing their reputation worldwide. Fucking gold-digging cunty little whores.
So.
Even though it was consensual last night, now that she's got seller's remorse - it was rape.
Even though it was consensual at the time, because you're now worth a bunch - it was rape.
Cha-ching! $$$$$$$$
THIS is why we should legalize rape. Society is basically forcing it on us. If a girl wants casual sex, then next day says "it was rape" while he says "it was casual sex" - it becomes a he-said she-said. Retroactively changing the mind about something that actually isn't completely life-destroying means that the man becomes disproportionately punished (by default) for doing something which was not wrong at the time.
When the average modern ho girl has had 20+ men in her - taken them happily and freely - also done innumerable hand-jobs, blow-jobs, tit-jobs, anal, jizzed on the face/back/ass/belly, etc. Can we seriously consider that sexual penetration is a life-destroying crime? Given that she's already given it away for nothing over and over and over - or at least is in the process of doing it over and over and over.
It means nothing any more. Even to her.
So yeah, too bad for those girls who are actually, violently, forcibly raped. Your shitty sisters - giving it away for free - being fickle cunts who change their mind retroactively - even years or decades later - have screwed you over.
Yes, I'm pointing at those slutty little cunts.
They're basically forcing society to say: "All right, next overnight offender. What'd this one do? He raped her? A $100 fine. Next!"
Brought to you by Crap Colored Glasses™ - only $1k the pair and cheap at 10x the price.
Legalize Rape, Revisited
To break it down into a nutshell, he states that rape is no longer the life-destroying crime that it used to be (complete ruination of a woman) - it's more along the lines of beating someone up. These days, no woman is expected to go to her wedding a virgin - even though when that happens it's an excellent start to a marriage.
The thing is that our society now accepts casual sex. No woman will ever tell you how many men she's had. You are considered a loser if the thought of it bothers you. You are considered a loser if you catch her out fucking some other guy - and you dump her. You are considered a loser when you won't take her back nohow, no way.
All of this, no matter what, you are a loser - because casual sex is acceptable.
However: due to "remorse" the woman who gave it away freely can next day - or any time up to decades or even the end of her life later - retroactively state that it was not consensual sex. He raped her. Perhaps even claim against his estate (keep an eye out for that).
This has been experienced by several famous people recently - including Bill Cosby:
Yeah, like those girls don't want any of the billion dollars the man is worth. I hope that he spends that billion dollars fighting against them and smearing their reputation worldwide. Fucking gold-digging cunty little whores.
Even though it was consensual last night, now that she's got seller's remorse - it was rape.
Even though it was consensual at the time, because you're now worth a bunch - it was rape.
Cha-ching! $$$$$$$$
THIS is why we should legalize rape. Society is basically forcing it on us. If a girl wants casual sex, then next day says "it was rape" while he says "it was casual sex" - it becomes a he-said she-said. Retroactively changing the mind about something that actually isn't completely life-destroying means that the man becomes disproportionately punished (by default) for doing something which was not wrong at the time.
When the average modern ho girl has had 20+ men in her - taken them happily and freely - also done innumerable hand-jobs, blow-jobs, tit-jobs, anal, jizzed on the face/back/ass/belly, etc. Can we seriously consider that sexual penetration is a life-destroying crime? Given that she's already given it away for nothing over and over and over - or at least is in the process of doing it over and over and over.
It means nothing any more. Even to her.
So yeah, too bad for those girls who are actually, violently, forcibly raped. Your shitty sisters - giving it away for free - being fickle cunts who change their mind retroactively - even years or decades later - have screwed you over.
Yes, I'm pointing at those slutty little cunts.
They're basically forcing society to say: "All right, next overnight offender. What'd this one do? He raped her? A $100 fine. Next!"
Brought to you by Crap Colored Glasses™ - only $1k the pair and cheap at 10x the price.
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