Entitlement and Expiry

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

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

Heheheheh. Entitled female cuntism FTW.

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

Heheheheh. Hitting the wall FTW.

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

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

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

-- Horacio Jones

Confused Poison

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.

Going Full Retard

In a weird way, it's kind of amusing (I'm small-souled and easily amused) to see New Zealand's academia in the process of crawling up it's own asshole, preparing to implode.

Most specifically, some universities around the Waikato region.

I've been looking at their advertisements for the last couple of years. An institute of technology with adverts that show:

* wimminz

* non-white males (asian, indian, maori, negro, etc)

There are times when I have trouble not pissing myself laughing. (Guess my sense of humor has come back somewhat - in a warped and twisted manner.)

Yes, some wimminz can make great contributions to science. (Marie Curie, et al.)

Yes, some non-white males can make great contributions to science. (Charles R. Drew, et al.)

Overwhelmingly though, it's been white males who've had the drive and energy to build this civilization that we enjoy.

No, white men need not apply for education. They're totally unsuitable and not worth educating in any manner possible.

Thankfully, the modern methods of edumacation are not male-oriented, so not being invited to partake is a good thing. It saves a male mind from being further indoctrinated/destroyed, so they can choose to self-educate with things that interest them.

Autodidact for the win.

The way that modern society actively pisses upon this civilization and spits upon the memory of those who built it - the poor bastards must be rotating in their grave.

In a way it's interesting to see how people as a whole are too stupid to learn from history.

Never mind. The highly-competent and -driven survivors of the fall of the West will go elsewhere to make the next civilization. The rest will remain stuck in the third-world hellhole that we are currently doing our best to create.

Bittersweet Realization

So a while back, Turd Flinging Monkey was sent a sex-doll for evaluation purposes. He came to a very interesting realization after a week with it, and made this video:

He is quite correct with regards to touch - it is a basic human (in fact, animal) need that is denied to many out here in the fever-swamps of the MRA and manosphere and redpill and MGTOW communities.

Sadly, much "human touch" for men has been the touch of women, in a sexual manner, to make us addicted. Start us young - I did a post some time back about it, might hunt it out again and reread it.

After a little thought, I think that the following might be the gradual evolution of the sex-doll:

* scent - allow the owner the ability to put together a particular scent that he likes

* warmth - not just inside, skin-temperature as well

* breathing sounds

* random sounds - not much, every couple of hours or so

* random twitches - not much, every couple of hours or so

Otherwise, just a "sit there and look pretty" type of thing, as TFM states in his video.

I leave you with this, the state of those just starting to awaken:

Foreign Warnings

So a few weeks back I was having dinner with family, including a step-brother from out-of-town. Several subjects come up - workers, wages, running a business, not doing cash-jobs after hours, that sort of thing.

One of the things that came up was women. Specifically, foreign women.

Very specifically, Philippines women.

One, in fact, married to an NZ man, who brought her over here.

For a while, he was sending money overseas to her family. You know what I mean - supporting her whole family, through his wife, from his life in New Zealand.

Eventually he refused to send money overseas any more. It was a cash-sink that was ruining his life here. Aka the stupid slave woke up to the fact that he was not just enslaved to his "wife", the entire family was sucking down the rewards of his efforts as well. He was enslaved to the lot of them.

What happened?

Blammo. Divorce.

Cleaned out. Lock, stock, and two smoking barrels.

As my step-brother stated: there was nothing involving love in it. It was strictly a financial, cash, situation in her eyes - and in the eyes of her entire overseas family.

Now, if my step-brother would wake up and apply that knowledge to *all* women and not just foreign women...but then if he did, he might look harder at his own wife...

Willful blindness is not pretty to see.

So simply a warning, an anecdote from someone else who witnessed the pain of someone having his world stripped away from him, having his slavery rubbed in his face.

Foreign women, yes, just like that. Our women, yes, just like that.

All women, yes, just like that.

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Yuppies Are So Stupid II

The last one was about cars, this one's about houses. Come to think of it, shit in general. Blech.

So I live in a house that was built in the sixties. Solid concrete basement area, tanalized hardwood frame, brick exterior, solid wood floors, etc. Roof was replaced 10-odd years ago.

Of course, being the sixties, no insulation. (Good thing too - in the day it was asbestos and getting that out of the walls basically means tearing the entire house down.) Had to get that in the roof and floor, and you can't get it in the walls easily - requires gutting the whole house, stuffing the walls, and re-paneling. Got a heat pump installed too, still has a functional fireplace.

This is all standard maintenance/upkeep/modernizing that you have to do over the years. For a 50+ year old place it's actually pretty damn good.

Unfortunately this is where the yuppies come in...

Last owner was a builder. Most jackleg sonofabitch that I've ever had the misfortune to fix up after. The shit he screwed up is unbelievable. Not big, big stuff - no - small, stupid, niggling stuff.

The kind of stuff that nobody in their right mind would screw up. Let alone a builder.

Stuff that is, in aggregate, bloody expensive to sort out. Death of a thousand cuts type of expensive.

Example. Over time, the light fixtures break. Usual stuff. They get replaced. If you can't find something that works, you might save up a thou and then get the whole lot replaced with the same (more modern) type. Assuming that you give a damn, which I don't particularly.

Not this fucker and his ho.

They went through and replaced about 2/3rds of things, with such a mishmash of shit...recessed, spotlight, fixture, strip...which results in a heck of a lot of inconvenience. The biggest one is having to keep four different types of lightbulbs on hand.

See, in NZ we have a standard lightbulb and socket that is bayonet type. They're actually quite a pain in the ass, the spring-loading takes some force to replace bulbs, so you can bust the bulbs as you put them in and take them out. (Not something that you want to do with the "eco-friendly" flouro bulbs - when it happens, clean up immediately.)

Modern "fixtures" generally have screw-bulbs. Very convenient, especially for older folks like my parents. *BUT* you can't get these to replace the standard bayonet socket. Very inconvenient.

Then of course, there's various dickwad multi-lamp spotlight things out there. Yet a third bulb to have on hand...

...the stupid fluoro strip over the bathroom handbasin...

...modern LED fuckin' fixtures that you can't replace the fuckin' LED, you have to replace the entire fuckin' fixture...

...and pretty soon you have a shelf that's half-filled with bulbs of various types, just so you have one of everything that you're gonna be needing at short notice.

One day, you just might get the urge to say "fuck it" and go toddle off to get some kind of fixture that fits the general decor of a 50yo house, because you're getting sick of not having the right kind of bulb when one rather "unique" light fixture goes. (It's inevitable and a fiddly pain in the ass to replace. Literally a half-hour of playing around, which you don't want to be doing with a torch. Short winter days, by the time you get home on weekdays you only have the torch as an option.)

That's when you realize that all the modern "fixtures" are shit. Even when they cost about $70 a pop, they're designed badly (deliberate, of course). The only conclusion that you can figure is that the plan was based on a crayon drawing by the neighbors' fuckin' retarded kid, I shit you not.

(Not, mind you, that this is all about the lights in this place. Or any place. This is just one small symptom of the fucktardism out there that ends up in housing. Or bikes. Or computers. Or cars. Or whatever.)

Of course, these prior yuppie owners - despite the hubby being a fuckin' builder - use the most crappily expensive shit out there and put it together in the most jackleg manner, that taking things apart and replacing them is hours of work.

Literally, about 3 hours going back'n'forth. 'Cause they did bright shit like putting wood-screws directly into gib board (Americans call it drywall) which you can damn near piss through and left it hanging on a prayer, some of the screws stuck in with some kinda glue, et-fucking-cetera. Couple that with fucked designs of fixtures, to go with other fucked-up shit that morons do to "fix" things, everything is on a par know-what-I-mean.

This shit is endemic.

It's like the i-stop in certain cars (no, Apple didn't put a car out - Mazda). The stated purpose is to "save you petrol/money" by turning off your engine when you're stopped at the sign/light - you're saving the environment too, yippee whee skip. Reality is that you can idle your car for a couple hours on a liter of gas, so unless you're sitting in a goddamn traffic-jam you aren't actually saving fuck-all.

In a traffic jam - you got fingers to turn keys, don'tcha?

If the battery gets a little bit flat (which it does with all the stop-start bullshit) then the i-stop doesn't actually turn the engine off, because if it did then your car would be dead until you got a jump-start. BTW, from experience it takes about 8-10 stop-starts to where the battery is borderline and it leaves the engine running to keep the battery topped up. IE about 10 blocks in the city.

This's just more superficially-useful yet actually sub-standard electronic junk that can break, thank you very fucking much.

So this is all on the par with electric cars and the like - bullshit that nobody wants, dumb marketing to make it sound good, and the retards who "learn" about this get all smug about it as they drive their yuppie shitbox around. They're about a millionth of a hair above people who watch infomercials, same shit different day.

At least the infomercial people don't generally bullshit themselves. They know it's garbage.

Lipstick on a pig. Might look good, still a goddamn pig. A helluva lot of people do this to themselves, with everything in their lives, with everything that they do, voluntarily.

Muy estupido.

Yuppies Are So Stupid

Good ole AFoR takes down a set of yuppies who tried a combination of virtue-signalling and "we're better than you" on him:

So, I’m talking to these people, and a couple of them are from schenzen or however you spell it in china, BTW *the* place to go if you want to see hybrid electric vehicles and infrastructure to support the same.

The phrase “range anxiety” crops up again and again, “FUCKING BULL FUCKING SHIT!!!” is my response.

Range anxiety is something I had back in the seventies riding a fucking hardtail chopper with a 1.2 gallon peanut gas tank with no reserve on a sunday when most of the gas stations were shut and the *next* one was 60 miles away.. so I carried an extra can of gas.

NOBODY today has range anxiety about an electric vehicle, it is 100% a complete total fabricated bullshit marketing lie.

EVERYONE has refuelling anxiety, a regular car can be refuelled from empty to full in 5 minutes, an effective power transfer rate of megawatt/hours per minute, take your regular fuel pumps away and replace them with gravity fed tanks with no more than 10 cm of head and use a fucking drinking straw to transfer the fuel and lo and behold you have duplicated the electric car problem, it takes fucking HOURS to refuel.

Like, suddenly all the petrol and diesel car drivers will be whining about “range anxiety” and not the fuckin stupid refuelling system that refuels at a rate of centilitres per minute

More like trying to fill your petrol tank with a syringe that holds 1cc, over and over as fast as you can (something like 6cc a minute). Trying to put 1 liter into the tank at that rate will take slightly under 3 hours.

I got curious and looked up the Nissan Leaf, then had a yack to a couple of friends. One of them had looked at it and said his wife couldn't get over the "range anxiety". She was afraid she'd forget to plug it in. I told him that that isn't range anxiety, it's a shit refueling rate. When I can go 800km on a tank of gas, refuel in 10 minutes, and go another 800km - plus carry gas in a jerrycan if I get stuck in the wop-wops of New Zealand - range means squat. Refueling is key.

Any rate.

As AFoR states, with a 24kwh battery-pack, that's 240 volts at 10 amps for 10 hours to charge it up (that's at 2.4kwh per hour). Remember the syringe filling your tank at 6cc a minute, above - that syringe is faster than this dogs-breakfast charges.

I then looked at the fast-charge option: 4.4kwh per hour and will supposedly charge up to 80% of full within 30 minutes (note that fast-charge systems tend to fuck the batteries). I ran that past my mate above and he said the numbers don't seem to add up. Given he's an electrician on hydroelectric dams, he ought to be able to get his head around the numbers better than I can.

There's some bullshit there.

Next look at the price for these things in New Zealand: $40k brand-new (which you can't get any more because they stopped selling them). At that price, I'm not surprised. For $40k you buy a "car" with an absolute maximum range of 120km, that you have to charge nightly for 8+ hours. It's basically limited to driving around town (60km out and 60km back).

That same $40k will buy a fuck-ton of bus tickets. Or uber rides. Or standard taxi rides.

Hell, you can buy a $2k junker - spend $5k on fixing the worst problems with it - and the remaining $33k will keep you in gasoline and tyres and servicing for the next 8-10 years. Better, you don't have to come up with $40k cash or be going into "finance" debt to buy the fucker.

Real bonus, you can go anywhere in the fucking country with it. You're not stuck to town.

Imagine: You go on a day-trip. You get 100km from home then have to charge up for 10 hours while you enjoy walking around wherever you've arrived. Then you drive another 100km back home, to charge up overnight for the morning. Hope your parents don't call because one of them's suddenly gone into hospital. You ain't goin' nowhere.

Tesla? The starting price is $120+k.

For even more fun, imagine what it takes to recharge these things. Everywhere you go, you need to plug it in. If every car on the road is electric, that means that every car park on the side of the road in towns and shopping centers and motels and etc has to have an individual charging station. They, plus the electric equivalent of a petrol station, will have a massive powerline coming in.

The people making these charging stations will be creaming themselves with joy at the thought of so much cash and upkeep and replacement and etc. Even more joy for them, because every electric car is different. Different connectors, different voltages, different rates, different capacity, different-different-different.

Power-cut? You're fucked.

This is where you realize that only dumbass yuppies and fucktards with lots of cash buy this type of shit. It's their personal status-symbol, virtue-signalling, I'm better than you mentality.

Diesel and petrol will be around for a long, long time.

This is shades of Brett Stevens of Amerika writ large: sodomize the weak. Including the weak-minded. Which Tesla and Nissan are doing very well, thank you very fucking much. Keep it up boys, these morons desperately need and deserve it.

They're actually gasping for it.

AFoR is actually quite a nice guy. He explained it to these fucktards, rather than let them trip merrily along on their juvenile way.

My 20yo junker? I can go 800km, refuel, do another 800km, refuel again from a jerrycan in the trunk, and camp out and watch the night sky, shooting-stars, fire on the beach, etc. All in one day. Or just do one 800km stretch, stopping various places to enjoy the sights - mountains, beach, forests, peat swamps, museums, etc.

Go up 90-mile beach, spend the night up Cape Reinga. Putz around all the bays on the way up and down. Take in Bay of Islands. Good shit like that.

When the weather gets better, I'll take a week or two off with my camera and head down to Whirinaki Forest and do the waterfall loop track. The Pinnacles in Coromandel. Lake Tekapo in Canterbury has awesome clear skies and glacial melt-water. Opal Beach, Milford Sound, Fiordland National Park, and similar places are all on my bucket-list of things to do.

Living life to the full. Not one driblet at a time.

No Quiet

As an extreme introvert, something that a man over /r/MGTOW states resonates very much with me:

The Present Narrative:
Chase chase chase, compete compete compete.
Put down that game and stop watching porn, learn PUA, learn how to become a master at reading women, wife up that former party chick.
Oh what's that, not having success? Suck it up and quit being a beta male, the world owes you nothing. Try again. So what if you had a tiring work week? Go out and chase that chick otherwise you're a faggot. And put a ring on it. Buy an expensive car and a nice house along with other frivolous bullshit to signal that you have status, it's important.
Huh, she's divorcing you? Your fault, she wants an alpha male and you're still too much like a boy. Quit complaining that you're losing half your shit and need to pay alimony, it's all part of the game. You do like the game, don't you? Because if you don't, well you're just a sore loser.

No peace? No interest. Fuck all of it.

This one strikes the gold dead-center.

I've heard things from married men, also - quite a few of them. Their wives don't seem to like it when they sit around doing nothing. Sucks when you're sick and physically incapable of doing anything.

I could throw out talk about slavemasters wanting their slaves to work until they drop, and why women hate mens hobbies unless they make teh wimminz lives better, and why men who go through debilitating sickness (ie cancer) suddenly find themselves divorced, etc.

It's all been said before. There's no need to repeat.

A long time ago, I stated that personal time and space is gold for men.

Remember that the whole PUA-sphere is also interested in whacking out your personal time and space (so that they can sell you their latest snake-oil for $$$, never forget that).

Business also. A lot of what I deal with is dumb bullshit that basically takes up 80% of my mental energy and workspace and time. Cut out the horseshit, work for 4 hours a day, and my productivity would be massively higher. I'd also have more mental time to relax and chill out, enjoy things that are good for me and my health, do stuff around my home, and similar.

Of course, if I'm tired I don't get the chance to think things through clearly and tell the boss that he's a fucking idiot. I mean, just imagine saying this to the boss: "Let me get this straight. I do Oracle DBA work, SQL Server DBA work, I've done Cisco networking, server work, programming, all of which you pay me six figures for - and you want me to adjust some fucking PA's Outlook because you're too cheap to hire a $30k a year entry-level computer person. You're pulling my fucking leg, right?"

Retards.

Part of whacking out your personal time and space is so that you don't have the mental energy and space to think clearly. Which is why women do the same to their boyfriends and hubbies in the off-hours.

'Cause if you were thinking clearly: once she stopped putting it out (aka enslaving you to her vagina) and pulled the pin on the fat-grenade, then you'd look at her and either smack her up a bit for the bullshit or walk the fuck out.

The Divorce Grinder Is Real

Over on /r/MGTOW, another link to Statistics Brain which I originally used in my post about the Divorce Grinder that I put up several months ago.

One of the commentors states that this is wrong, bullshit, etc - and states that Statistics Brain doesn't cite it's sources, etc. (Which it does, it's just that the CDC hasn't yet posted out the September 2016 statistics that were used. Us ordinary peons don't get that info the moment it's been generated, it goes first to people who pay out the nose for it.)

Now, there's quite a lot of apparent relief in the post. Even the op is saying that he's glad he posted it, else he'd live with the misconception.

I hate to burst these men's bubbles - and not to shit on the commentor who states that the Statistics Brain people are wrong, wrong, wrong - the Statistics Brain people are correct. Here is how you actually calculate these statistics on a yearly basis.

This is the basic data that I've dragged out of the CDC's website - I've chosen to use Page 16, the 2006-2010 statistics for all women (the stats are roughly the same as for men, a 1% difference). I've put a 0 in there as a beginning data-point, because hopefully you don't get divorced 3 seconds after marriage (and there's no 1-year percentage to start from):

Now, put it into an excel chart to show a rough trend of divorce over the 20 year period:

From this, I've done something that is not the greatest - I've had to dice things up to get a general percentage per year (ie 4% after 1 year, etc). Here's what it looks like when you start with a million marriages - remove a percentage the first year - then the next year, remove another percentage from the marriages that remain (because the other ones are already dust) - and keep doing it ad infinitum:

And from the 10-year line, there was a 10.8% chance of a marriage still existing after 10 years when using 2006-2010 data. Note the peak number of divorces at the 5-year mark, the numbers going down from there as the number of marriages remaining from Year-Zero dwindles.

When you throw in the data from the latest key-statistics it looks much worse and more like what the Statistics Brain people state:

That is only using existing information, not extrapolating it into the future - as the Statistics Brain people have done. So yes, the 6.4% chance of a marriage surviving more than 10 years (aka a 93.6% chance of a marriage failing within 10 years) looks to be real numbers.

It's a bleak look through Crap-Colored Glasses™ today. Marriage and divorce is still a massive shit-sandwich of pain.

Reason and Truth

Partly inspired from someone on /r/MGTOW:

Subject the world to your reason. Let nothing be safe. There are no sacred institutions that are safe from your reason.

Who the fuck came in and dismissed you? Like you aren't allowed to formulate your own thoughts? Like you aren't worthy or smart enough to come up with an idea of your own?

This is how many people are made to feel the first few decades of their lives. Even as you get older, these days, this is the same attitude of the greater number of society. The great herd, the brainwashed, the absorbers and passers-on of groupthink, the pathetic "people" who are so developmentally stunted that they are only capable of spouting "socially approved" ideas.

Those who treat everything else as ultimate heresy.

Now take a look at people like that. Poke your finger into the mentality behind what they do. Stir it up. Pull your finger out. Wipe the boogers off. And say to them:

"Who the fuck are you to tell me that I'm ignorant and should think thus-and-so? Who do you think you are? What makes you think that you have the right to take a steaming dump on my thoughts, opinions, and life? You can keep your authoritarian mind-control horseshit to yourself. Go fuck yourself."

In the end, only you can determine what to you holds truth and meaning and worth.

Whether it is the degraded truth of the drug-addict willing to do anything for their next fix, or the transcendent truth of attempting to improve yourself and perhaps improve the world. The descent into the pit, or the climb out of it.

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