So Gays Can Marry Legally in the USA

I suppose that I should be bothered by this. You know what? I'm not.

I guess because in my opinion it's just one more indignity piled upon a once-respectable institution. At least, I used to think it was respectable. The old-old-original version was. (Is that some hint of blue pill nostalgia I detect in myself? But then, I already figured out what marriage was really for anyway.)

I've made no secret that I think Marriage 2.0+ is just about as destructive to society as it's possible to get. Some 52+% of American marriages end in divorce - according to the CDC's own statistics from 2011. Not explicitly stated, yet there if you do a little basic mathematics. That's on the low end, not all states reported statistics that year.

So people are going "whoo whoo whoo! gays can now marry!" all over FaceCrap. Gay pride picture profiles. Even the White House picture has the gay-rainbow-pride-thing going. Are these people gay? Meh. Sheep following the herd. (That's my cynicism coming out.)

In reality, the LGBTQBDSM-whatever crowd aren't going to breed. In a hundred years time they'll just be a footnote in history, annotated with: "Insane how people catered to these evolutionary dead-ends". The lefties of the future will either have to deliberately manufacture more LGBTQBDSM-whatevers through more warped social engineering, or find some new minority to hold up as an example of "the poor poor dears, let's give them a helping-hand" so they can feel good and virtuous about one thing in their vapid and empty lives.

(Don't laugh about the warped social engineering. I've stated here that it looks like they're doing their damnedest to pathologize any form of normal Male-Male bonding. They appear to be stating that all forms of Male-Male bonding are supposedly homosexual at their root, thus demonizing it, while at the same time celebrating everything LGBTQBDSM-whatever. That's warped social engineering - and thinking! - enough to put this lot into the loony-brigade in a heartbeat.)

Yet still, I don't really feel that bothered by this legalization of LGBTQBDSM-whatever marriage. It was inevitable. In a strange way I feel that it's a good thing. Because this mocks the institution of marriage even more.

This mocking makes people wake up more to the social illness going on. To how destructive Marriage 2.0+ is. To the individual and to society as a whole. Etc etc etc ad nauseum.

More unmarried modern whores will be crying alone at the end of their lives. "Why can't I find a good maaaan?" Funny you should ask that...

This brouhaha makes me feel sorry for the people who have genuinely good heterosexual marriages and pride themselves on that. Yes, there are a few out there. Good on you. There are some NAWALTs, as we put it in the Manosphere - snapped up and taken off the market when young. These are married to what I consider the true Alpha's and Beta's, as per BoneCrkr's definition.

I hope that it doesn't gall you too much that the mentally-fucked-up managed to get the "right" to non-breed-but-fake-it. Civil union and de-facto relationships were not enough for them - they wanted the whole enchilada. They agitated. They got it.

The rest of us...those of us who chose poorly, who still have the option of choosing wisely again...we're stuck trying to find gold, in a toxic pool of far-less-than-ideal-women. That's those who really want to try again. Many of us got our frivorce already, others realize that theirs' is ahead of them and coming on fast. Some of us won't be going down that Marriage 2.0+ path again, or any time soon, for various reasons.

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

Which brings up a superficially-amusing thought: in the case of frivorce, which one is the woman who gets alimony from her partner?
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In the end, what bothers me more in this world is this (unashamedly stolen from Return of Kings, commenting about social media):

I wonder how many of these zombies will breed?

Double-Down And Jumping The Shark

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

Why Shaming Men (And Women) Is Important And Necessary

I dropped down a comment:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Phantom Pain

Trigger warning, people.

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

What I call a phantom pain.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why Social Media Sucks

No, not just because it acts as narcissistic supply for the typical modern whore.

No, not just because it's filled with banality.

It's because everything you say can and will be used to destroy your life.

It's because of people like this entitled bitch using it as a platform for her lies to destroy a Nobel Laureate's career (I'm cherry-picking from the article, read the whole thing for yourself):

On Monday, June 8, a British academic called Connie St Louis uploaded a sensational document to her Twitter feed. Beginning with the question ‘Why are the British so embarrassing abroad?’, it offered an account of bizarre remarks that a Nobel Prize-winning biologist by the name of Sir Tim Hunt had made earlier that day at a conference in Seoul, the capital of South Korea.

Within hours, Sir Tim was being hauled across the coals in newspapers and TV bulletins across the world. Unable to defend himself, since he was travelling back to the UK, the bespectacled professor’s only response was delivered via a voicemail message to Radio 4’s Today programme recorded in haste via mobile telephone in Seoul airport.

Then, early this week, the simmering dispute took a further, seismic twist.

It came courtesy of The Times newspaper, which revealed the contents of a leaked report into Sir Tim’s fall from grace compiled by an EU official who had accompanied him to the Seoul conference.

This individual, who has not been named, sat with him at the lunch and provided a transcript of what Sir Tim ‘really said’.

Crucially, it presented a very different take to the one which had been so energetically circulated by Connie St Louis.

Strangely, given that there were more than 90 other journalists present at the fateful lunch in Seoul, no other detailed accounts of the toast have emerged.

And then it turns out...

Perhaps, therefore, we should ask two other related questions: who exactly is Connie St Louis? And why, exactly, should we trust her word over that of a Nobel laureate?

A good place to start is the website of London’s City University, where St Louis has, for more than a decade, been employed to run a postgraduate course in science journalism.

Here, on a page outlining her CV, she is described as follows:

‘Connie St Louis . . . is an award-winning freelance broadcaster, journalist, writer and scientist.

‘She presents and produces a range of programmes for BBC Radio 4 and BBC World Service . . . She writes for numerous outlets, including The Independent, Daily Mail, The Guardian, The Sunday Times, BBC On Air magazine and BBC Online.’

All very prestigious. Comforting, no doubt, for potential students considering whether to devote a year of their lives (and money) to completing an MA course under her stewardship. Except, that is for one small detail: almost all of these supposed ‘facts’ appear to be untrue.

All neatly illustrating that the herd as a whole is as stupid as bricks and doesn't deserve a voice (in fact the majority of these morons need to be muzzled).

Also neatly illustrating why anyone who uses FaceCrap, Twatter, and InstaCunt on a regular basis should be trusted almost as far as you can spit a mouthful of fishhooks.

Finally, very much illustrating how even academia will turn on each other in the moment that any kind of leftist distortion of an unfavorable type gets mentioned about any one of their own members - even one of decades good standing and tremendous contributions to science.

Oh, here's a picture of the award-winning freelance broadcaster, journalist, writer and scientist entitled bitch who started this shit-storm of what appears to be lies:

The Herd, in it's hatefulness, destroys itself and progress and anything good.

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Lets do an additional aside here. You've probably heard of Leonardo da Vinci.

You may have heard of the Antikythera Mechanism. It's an ancient analog computer which was designed to predict astronomical positions and eclipses for calendrical and astrological purposes. Also for the Olympiads, the cycles of the ancient Olympic Games. (From Wikipedia.) Yeah, they had brass gears and the like before 100BCE. It wasn't until the 1300's that they got "reinvented" again.

You may not of heard of Hero, though.

In case you didn't hear of him, the Greek inventor Hero (Heron) first invented the steam engine (the Hero engine, or aeolipile) in 10CE. Now, there wasn't much bloody use for it in Alexandria so it never really took traction as it were. Until you realize:

The ancient world had a number of rudimentary railways. Of course trains didn't run on them. They were grooved paths which had vehicles pulled, probably by a mix of horses/humans/gravity. The most famous was the Diolkos, crossing the narrowest section of the Isthmus of Corinth and allowed ships to be quickly transported overland. It operated from roughly 600BCE and was still going in the time of Hero.

If the two - steam and railways - had been combined, goodness would have happened.

Hero also created basic robotics. He mostly used his automatons to put on plays. His biggest achievement: a completely automated play that lasted for more than ten minutes. Supposedly each segment of the play had two different settings and could do different things depending upon how it was arranged (binary, anyone?). Apparantly it wasn't bad either, according to: Techgnosis: Myth, Magic & Mysticism In The Age Of Information.

Hero was not just an engineer - he was supposedly brilliant at mathematics and a great theoretician. He came up with the basics of Fermat's principle. He came up with the basics of optics which supposedly weren't improved on for a thousand years (by the Arab scientist Alhazen). He discovered Hero's formula and imaginary numbers. He played with the Pyramidal Frustum (here's the Wolfram|Alpha link if you're so inclined - it's basically a pyramid with the top chopped off).

He may even have invented wind-powered machinery. Nobody's quite sure about that. There just doesn't seem to be much in the way of information about them before he showed up.

(A source for Heron is here.)

So, 2000 years ago a prototype steam engine was created. Then what happened? Civilization declined.

It was 1600 years before the steam engine was effectively reinvented and put to use.

If we would stop listening to the banality of the herd, who are concerned only with their preening fucktardisms and the latest stupidity from the Cuntdashians, we might have traveled to the stars by now. We might have colonized other worlds. We wouldn't be limited to a single planet that we are currently polluting in various ways. We wouldn't be in the social situation where we are now.

The herd sucks.

Social media - the voice of the herd - sucks.

You Poor Bastards

From Goodbye America:

Narcissistic duckface selfie. With your dying grandmother - or her corpse. And 147 people ghouls like it.

Fuck's sake.

Changes to Life

The decision is made.

I used to be a mid-sized businessman, along with a couple of other guys. No more.

In a month, that all ends. I become an anonymous employee. Faceless amongst the crowd of the ordinary Men. Unseen, unremarked, unremarkable. Not going full-on Ghost, not standing out of the crowd either. My own cloak of self-chosen invisibility.

I become a chameleon, ordinary, hidden in plain sight - going through life unremarked, while still exposing the black poison in the soul of the world.

The Dark Man.

In a way, it's a relief.

Let me explain.

Part of what I worked for - sweated blood for - went to my ex-cunt in the form of ongoing dividends. She gets a final payout as things are shut down. Then, no more. (There's a certain amount of pleasure in shafting her that way. Greedy whore.)

Sure, as a businessman I earned six figures. As an employee I still earn six figures. Somewhat less than before. I can live with that.

As an employer, we had to deal with a lot of drivel. Employees were never a problem. We hired cautiously and well.

Business customers were tough to deal with. Late payers. Never-payers. Dragging your chain around. Advising a customer to do X because of Y, and being completely ignored. Getting ranted at when Y happens, telling them: "Hey, we advised X to protect you from Y. You chose to ignore it." More ranting ensuing. Firing customers. Threats of lawyers.

Stupidity uber allez.

Dealing with business stuff. Insurance. Key person insurance, indemnity insurance, X/Y/Z insurance. Accounting. Deductables. Cash-flow. P.A.Y.E. Overtime. Call-outs. New customers. Old customers. Reputation. Training. Schmoozing.

No time to take holidays. To the point of accumulating months of holidays. I have literal months of accumulated leave. No time, no time.

The worst, though: the IRD - the Inland Revenue Department. The taxman. Investigations. Squeaky-clean, we've taken pains to do it all right and above-board. The New Zealand Government keeps changing things, though. Accountants, lawyers, accountants, lawyers, accountants, lawyers. Having the accountants and lawyers say that you're good - and the taxman saying "not so fast boys".

Sorting that out, over and over and over. Opinions. He said, she said, from Accountants and Lawyers. Precedent. What precedent? That precedent! Doesn't apply.

It all leaves you...tired.

I swear, the New Zealand Government hates business. Which is ironic, because it's business which generates jobs and taxes and shit which keeps society and the government going.

So they tie you up in a shitton of red-tape and make you jump through fuckin' hoops. Just like modern narcissistic women having their shits-and-giggles with guys. We are the business-PUA, dancing like monkeys and jumping through the hoops for government validation.

Government. Taxmen. Morons. The fuckin' lot of 'em.

Now, a final judgement from the taxcrapman. Never mind years prior. Never mind the Accountants opinions. Never mind the Lawyers opinions and precedents. Nope.

So. We could fight it more. But fuck it - shut down instead. We're all tired of this bullshit. Time to cash in the business.

I had various options. I thought of taking some of them. Early retirement - sell the house, sell the business, sell the investments. An easy good-sized chunk of cash in hand. Overseas. Internet business. Freelancing. That good shit.

Live in a van down by the river. More accurately, a campervan on the road. Travel New Zealand. My ultimate retirement plan, earlier than planned on, but what the fuck.

Or become an employee. Somewhat less paid. A shitload less bullshit to deal with.

Less to feed the slavering beast that is New Zealand's Leftist Government. Less stress in life. And - holy Mary, Mother of God! - actually being able to take holidays.

Plus, still accumulating for: holidays, ultimate retirement, and wtf might as well try a small-time internet business idea or two. Who cares if it fails, it's something dumb and stupid to putz around with.

My private time - my private life - no longer involves keeping as much as possible coming in and as much as possible out of the taxman's hands. No more long hours working on proposals for customers which will be ignored. No more long hours keeping things going. No more long hours keeping the taxman from grabbing at everything that's not nailed down.

Starve that lice-and-tick-infested beast. Let someone else have that stress of making jobs for these leftists to suck the lifeblood out of. It's playtime...

...more time for me...

...more time to do things like walk through the bush and along the beaches and up mountains.

Still here. Just gonna be somewhat busy and distracted for a while. As the last bits of crapola are sorted out over the next 3-6 months. As we give the taxman and government the metaphorical final finger. As things are wound down, shuttered, boarded up, closed.

Peace. Time to bask in the sun. Time to look up at the stars. Time to laze on the beach. Time to smell the grass. Time to bathe in the sea. Time to relax.

Time simply to be and enjoy life in my own way.

This Is Not A Unicorn

From one of the posters over on Reddit/MGTOW: Hardest Thing I've Ever Done.

I just friend zoned my unicorn. It's such a bitter sweet victory, but it had to be done. Even though it hurt, I feel a tremendous weight off my shoulders and I'm going to have the first peaceful night of sleep in quite a while.

Thank you guys for everything you've taught me and the massive strides in self improvement I've achieved in the last year. There's no chance I could have done it without you. Hope you enjoyed my little victory tonight. Cheers.

From the comments:

I'm not sure what do you exactly mean here. Is it someone you just thought it was an unicorn? Someone that was great but never got interested in you until now, after something changed in your life (money, looks)? Maybe is someone you met recently, but still believe it would be better if you just live by yourself?

And the poster expands upon the situation for the above commentor:

The first two. I've known her for about 2 years now, and when we first met I was about as big of a beta orbiter as one can be. Everything was about winning her affection and pleasing her. I even went to the extent of buying her diamond earrings and a necklace for her birthday after she told me she had no interest in us dating, and WHILE she was in a relationship with another friend's brother. I relied entirely on her for my whole sense of self worth and happiness, which often left me in a pretty bad place due to her having zero interest. Then I discovered TheRedPill and MGTOW which completely changed my entire way of thinking. Now everything wasn't about her it was about improving myself. I started going to my schools gym, quit video games all together, started eating better, lost about 55lbs, and started reading a ton. I've been slowly increasing my frame holding ability and SMV steadily since then with a few minor slips here and there, but hey, no one's perfect. 

That brings us to yesterday. Her, her boyfriend, and her boyfriend's brother (my friend) all end up hanging out at their house. For the first time ever I establish and hold a stronger frame than her bf and I saw her react to it immediately. She started getting really cold towards him and a lot closer and touchy with me. She ends up completely blowing him off and spends the entire day hanging out with me and the friend upstairs in a closed room with the boyfriend downstairs talking with his mom and sister. Finally the end of the night comes and she starts expressing her mysterious new found feelings for me. The only mistake I made, was I ended up talking to her until about two AM on the phone. I let a lot slip that I probably shouldn't have including a lot of inner dialogue I've had throughout the past year. Nothing too major, but that's definitely an area I need to focus on improving. 

A large part of me really wanted to cave and go back to wanting to be with her, but I know there's nothing for me down that path. I straight up told her that us being a thing was never going to happen. I said that she made her decision a year ago when she chose her current boyfriend over me, and that even if she broke up with him that night, I'm too focused on improving myself and preparing for my life to have room for her and a relationship. I ended it with saying that we can still be friends, because the way I see it, there's no reason to burn bridges that you don't need too. If I was still infatuated with her I would have cut things off, but I value our friendship and her opinions enough that I don't really see a problem with keeping her around. Plus she's a pretty good reminder of where I used to be and the progress I've made so far in becoming my own man because I never want to go back there.

Read through that and think. Read through the other commentors, some of them are also very interesting. In my opinion the most thought-provoking is this one:

You made the correct decision. If she'll branch swing away from her current boyfriend to you, then she'll also branch swing away from you when the next higher SMV male enters the picture.

She's always looking for the best deal for her dollar (aka the use of her body).

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Mocking the MGTOW-Haters

Over on Captain Capitalism, Aaron states that it's time to Abandon the USS MGTOW if you're still on it. He points to Matt Forney's post on RoK about MGTOW turning into a creeping cult of loserdom.

I happen to disagree.

Here's the reason why: because this is a form of SJW bullying.

I dislike when someone bullies me. The impulse is to sock them one in the nose. Giving in to these types of brainless turds is A Bad Thing™. Especially when these fuckers have an agenda of their own.

It's also a part and parcel of your constant competition.

So as I've posted in the comments on his post:

It's unfortunate that the term MGTOW has been forcibly broadbrushed with a variety of leftist/feminist-style shaming language tactics. "MGTOW are pathetic neckbeards who can't get laid!" They might as well add in there a few arbitrary "Nyahnyahnyah!" and "I bet you have a tiny penis!" comments as well. 

As in your post regarding arguing past their narrative, sophomoric and infantile appeals to emotion cannot be refuted by logic. So stating: "You are applying flawed logic. Some MGTOW being neckbeard losers does not mean all MGTOW are neckbeard losers." It goes in one ear and out the other of that type. Totally ineffective. 

It would be more effective to look at the useful idiots who spread this mindset and state something along the lines of: "Why do you even care about MGTOW? Something must have struck a nerve...oooooohhhh, are you afraid of them? Because you're afraid you lash out and mock them? So what are you afraid of? Scared that you made a mistake in life? Scared that these guys have it right? Awww poor likkle wussy...so afwaid of being wrong..." 

That'd really mock them and get their goat. It would also deny them their SJW-style victory. 

Just like looking at a bunch of women rabbiting on about the gender pay gap. "Awww, you're just too wussy and gutless to do hard work like men are capable of doing. Too soft to go and earn $100+k a year in oil-drilling. No guts and drive in you at all..." It'd really rip the panties out of their feminist mindset of being better than men. 

Instead of abandoning something which perfectly describes what men are doing - their own thing - strike back and mock them in their turn for being pathetic and useless and afraid.

In many cases, these things do strike a nerve. It's always good to expose that nerve, expose that hypocrisy, and slap them around a bit emotionally. Send 'em crying back to their mama.

Besides, letting someone with no real fuckin' brains jump all over you simply encourages them to do it some more. Fuckin' little maggots, these SJW pieces of shit with an agenda. Herds of rabbits, just like a bunch of gutless women.

You need to be the mountain.

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Your Constant Competition

From Black Dragon's blog, courtesy of Didact's Reach:

Why do men protect women but not other men? 

There is massive Societal Programming that states that the lives of men are somehow worth less than those of women and children. When a ship or plane is sinking at sea, women and children are shuttled off first. If they run out of lifeboats, us guys are supposed to suck it up and die. 

Women didn’t invent this stupidity. MEN did. Women also don’t, as a rule, propagate this stupidity. MEN do, including both left-wing beta male white knights and even many right-wing Alpha Male 1.0s. 

The sad reality is that the majority of men in modern day society actually support anti-man Societal Programming. I wish this was not the case, but it is. If men supported men just as much as they supported women, what happened in that video would never have occurred. Men wouldn’t be paying alimony or be barred from seeing their own kids either. 

Based on my own educated guesses of reading the stats, about 70% of men in today’s Western world are beta males. “Beta” is a range of course; some of these 70% are extreme, hopeless pussies and others are somewhat confident betas, but they’re still beta.
These men go along with just about all of this anti-man, woman-empowerment stuff. They laugh at all those commercials that show husbands and boyfriends as stupid buffoons. They think alimony is a good idea, or at least don’t question it. They agree with videos like this. They make hundreds of “OMG you’re so beautiful!” comments on every pic a girl posts on Facebook or Instagram. They turn into whiny bitches when women dump them. 

And so the cycle continues.

From Didact's thoughts on this:

As explanations go, it's not a bad one. Blackdragon is entirely correct to lay most of the blame for Western society's currently FUBARd state at the feet of Western men. As he rightly points out, if Western men simply refused to get married and thereby stopped feeding the alimony machine that gives women every possible incentive to screw them and their men over, the entire system would collapse in on itself overnight. The reason it doesn't collapse, he contends, is because men are programmed to belittle the worth of other men. 

There's just one little problem with this argument, and it's a big one. (Yes, that was intentional. Haven't you ever watched Futurama?) 

Blackdragon missed, by a very wide margin, the real reason why men generally do not hold other men's lives in particularly high esteem. He simply did not bother to account for the fact that, in reproductive terms, men actually are not worth very much.

Strangely enough, I think that they've both missed an important point. It's not necessarily that it's anti-man societal programming. It's not necessarily that it's because men are programmed to belittle the worth of other men.

It's that men compete with other men for pussy. Period.

Sure, we've been conditioned to the "women are good, men are bad" mindset. It laces every aspect of society from birth on upwards. Commercials. Sitcoms. Romances. You name it. The woman is the prize. She has the golden vagina. She gets to stand on the pedestal and dangle her privates in your face.

When a man gets cut down socially, taken down a peg or two dozen, then that makes other men look good in comparison. Especially if it's done by a woman. His worthlessness in comparison makes their worth in comparison sky-high.

You see this competition everywhere. Even in the PUAsphere. Alpha Male Out-Gaming (AMOG-ing). Boyfriend Destroying. Hell, even in the Manosphere with the deliberate (mis)characterization of all MGTOW being losers who can't get laid.

Cut down the other man's social worth, it makes you look good in comparison. If you can do it plausibly-deniably the better. Into the bargain, you are also showing off your social worth in chick terms as being higher than his.

Bros before hoes? Not when it comes to getting dick into pussy. As exemplified in many cases. Hell, Style/Strauss was doing this when attempting to steal girls from his fellow-PUAs. (In The Game and the very-long linked Rawness post.)

Broken, entirely. You might find one or two Men who would not stand around picking their nose if a girl spiked your drink. They have your back. The only ones who ever would, true friends you can take to the bank.

The rest are fair-weather friends at best - only until she dangles her privates in his face.

Remember this:

Friends help you move.

Real friends help you move bodies...

Bread and Circuses

Bread and circuses.

The parallels with the decline of the Roman Empire are striking. Bread (doled out free food in the form of grain) and circuses (the coliseum and other games).

Distraction of the masses with free food and entertainment. Nice.

More entertainment in the form of politicians posturing and promising in the process of entertaining the populace - enough to vote them in to the hog-trough for another term.

Personal peccadilloes exposed for the titillation of the masses. Entertainers lauded more than the salt of the earth, than the builders of the past and present and future who put the world together for more posturing parasites to unthinkingly use, abuse, and shit on them.

The worker ants supporting the grasshoppers.

Sickening, saddening, enlightening.

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