Belle Starr Redux

It just gets better.

Hi dad! Welcome home! I'm a pornstar!

Reminds me of the scene in Pump Up The Volume, playing the song in the jeep:

Hi dad! Happy birthday! I'm in jail! In jail!
I like it here! It's nice! I like it here!

In addition to that, her story changes like the weather. One moment she was cut off, another moment it's because she didn't want to impose a severe hardship on her parents. Probably for a worthless degree in Liberal Arts, too.

Truly precious.

Also: her parents won't cut her off! They won't demonise her! No disowning for you girl, you will always be our precious little pornstar princess!

Awwwwwwww ain't that cuuuute!

Parents, you can now expect your daughters to become pornstars - plus they'll expect you to fully support them in their chosen career as a hole to be publically violated for the entertainment of the masses. Their entitled mentality will demand it. If you won't support them - why! - you are an awful parent!

This story, above any, makes me long for the social backlash which will demand women be locked away for both their own good and the good of the husband and parents reputation. Welcome to the poison, it gets darker and more distilled every day.

Women Love Freedom

The old adage: money is evil. An adage foisted by those in power upon the masses, designed to keep them subservient and under control.

Let's have a little fun with this, since it is fairly well-known that men with money attract Golddiggers™ like shit attracts flies.

The love of money is the root of all evil. Not money itself. Money is just a medium of exchange and a means of keeping value for emergencies. Like when the damn refrigerator blows it's guts and you need a new one. You gotta keep some around, both for emergencies or to take advantage of opportunities that might suddenly appear.

Money equals freedom. Freedom to do as you wish, when you wish, with whoever you wish: so long as you have enough money to pay for it. Just look at the movie "Indecent Proposal" for an example.

Women want freedom. With a passion. Freedom is release from the drudgery and tedium of their lives. Freedom is experiences that not 1% of women will ever know. They really lust for that freedom and the status and power granted by that freedom. The power to lord it over other women of lesser status and freedom.

For women, lust equates to love. Thus they will chase it - freedom/money - ad-nauseum. It's said that women are always looking to "trade up" their man. Yes indeed. A large amount of that looking to trade-up is for a higher amount of freedom.

Therefore, because of a lust for freedom, which translates to a lust for money, women are evil.

Or perhaps they are simply women.

This might be why feminism made such huge inroads into the female mindset. Freedom for your own experiences! You don't need no stinking man to hold you back, you can have your freedom and enjoy it too! Big daddy government will help you and keep you going if things should go wrong.

Until it all goes flop, of course.

Depending how it goes flop, women might start desiring the freedom of a little oppression. Nothing like a guaranteed paycheck to free you from the spectre of starving to death. At least they'd be selling their body to be a housewife and mother - better that than a whore down the corner of the street.

Back to the kitchen, woman. It's freedom for you, more than it is for me. Don't even think of trying to break that contract known as "marriage": bad faith has the consequence of less freedom and working until you die.

Award Winning Barista

Think about this for a moment. Award-Winning Barista.

Is this a symptom of our social times? It seems to be. A preoccupation with "culture", with luxury, with decadence.

When I saw a sign recently - Award-Winning Barista inside - it struck me. There is a stereotype that many women get useless degrees (liberal arts), cannot get any work of note, and eventually become a Barista.

In Italy a Barista is effectively a bartender. They serve hot drinks (coffee, espresso, latte) and cold drinks (alcohol). These days in the Western world they're simply makers of coffee and variations.

Yes, it's considered an art-form. The proper bean selection, grinding, tamping, brewing with just the right amount of water - can result in a brew that ranges from watery to strong, either extreme being undrinkable. In the middle is the sweet spot as it were, when the brew is just right. Humidity changes things also. Properly-frothed milk can be used to create patterns on the surface of the coffee.

Now step back and look at this from a distance. In what sane world does a person who spends tens to hundreds of thousands of dollars on an education become reduced to effectively serving beverages in a bar? No matter how "beautiful" the patterns on the surface, it's still nothing more than an ephemeral thing.

Obviously for this to happen then that education must be Worthless™. Yet these people still willingly take this education, despite many examples around them of its complete worthlessness. They continue in denial as to the consequences of their choices.

This shows a breathtaking denial of reality and sense. A coffee-maker with tens to hundreds of thousands dollars debt, what is the realistic chances of paying that off. There is obviously no return of that lost time, either.

The initial stupidity is breathtaking.

These people continue to live and act as though they are the pinnacle of achievement. As though they should be looked up to as a shining example of what others should strive to become. They call themselves strong, empowered, educated, and intelligent.

The continuing stupidity is breathtaking.

In the end you can only shake your head at the stupidity, look in wonder at the continuing wilful plugging and swallowing of lies, marvel at the poison of our times.

I'd say "go back into the kitchen" - yet amazingly, they are already there. They simply ignore this plain reality. Another marvel of denial.

Which brings on another oddball thought: girls in the hospitality industry. They get so many "thirsty" men hitting on them that they must become completely immune to them. I've certainly never thought of them as more than servers, don't even think of them as being someone to hit on. Probably because I consider them to be of low personal worth.

They don't make anything. All they do is like a Barista: serve food and drinks and clean up messy tables. Highly worthwhile work for highly worthwhile people, in a world where those who produce things of real lasting worth to others are the ones who actually become rich.

Their only use in life is to look pretty, smile, and entice others to spend their money. They do it only for money, for a greedy and grasping boss, spending long hours (often at odd times of day and night) for a relative pittance. Effectively they do housework - without even the real satisfaction of doing these things for someone who cares for them, without the satisfaction of providing for their own flesh-and-blood children.

People are peculiar. In some way, I can almost have compassion for how they have to actively twist the reality of their lives and wrap their minds in delusions.

Do otherwise and their souls would shrivel and die, flayed by the pressures of reality and the inner gnawing of their uselessness.

PostSecret Banality

I find myself becoming less-interested in people - generally because most of them are banal and pathetic. Similarly, the "secrets" reveal more and more just how banal and pathetic and desperate people are.

Perhaps it's simply a sign of cynicism, yet that's the truth. At any rate, here is this weeks pathetically desperate PostSecret secrets for evisceration and commentary.

Sounds like a soccer mom high on crystal meth or P. I'd say "back to the kitchen" - only you're already there.

You could have said "no". You didn't. Slut.

Woman in denial.

I make my own Pesto also. Are you someone that I know?

The bravado of the female hamster, trying to rationalise.

Going by the card image: chick who lost big-time in girl-society.

Sounds like the chick above.

Pathetic sack-of-shit Beta maggot.

Pining for her Alpha.

A month or two ago, I mentioned that women were the biggest shoplifters. Natch.

Welcome to desperately sad women and pathetically sad men. Welcome to the poison that is our society. Welcome to The Suck.

Just Be Yourself

"Just be yourself."

This has to be the most amusing turd to ever fall from a woman's mouth.

It is an invitation to be dull, bland, and boring - so that she can quickly figure you out and decide not to fuck you. That let's her save her sexuality for the more distant, intriguing, maddening guys. The ones she does fuck, because they intrigue her with their ways.

Note: not one indication that you should improve yourself. Oh no! She wants you to "just get it" yourself, rather than have to be told.

This is what pisses women off so much about the Manosphere. All these men being told what her cryptic (oracular?) utterances really mean. It's hard to appear to have feminine mystique when what she says is being translated into realspeak that men understand.

"Just be yourself."

The thing is that for a woman, it is relatively easy to get sex.

Men generally have to jump through hoops of her designing ("you missed that one - no sex for you!") to get a shot at a fuck. She'll often have several men on the go. It's just easy for her, because female seduction amounts to: show up naked with beer. So you can see, this bullshit utterance is not grounded in the slightest in male reality.

Note: it's because it's grounded in female reality. All women communicate on multiple levels, they constantly evaluate and re-evaluate what other women say.

This is why she can get into a snippy depression so easily. An on-the-surface-innocuous-remark can carry an under-the-surface sting. Or if she doesn't "get" the underlying message, she'll obsessively go over and over it until she gets it. If ever.

"Just be yourself."

Any woman who says this is (ironically) likely to be boring as fuck.

Which is highly amusing for the more-aware man who knows the underlying message. It's an immediate DLV for the woman: that she drops out with some low-end bullshit platitude instead of something a little more useful in life. It shows that her low-end lackadaisical effort is her general approach to everything: lazy and ultimately sad.

Note: it is this laziness which is chief indicator of her low value. A discerning man will leave her to the PUAs for a pump'n'dump, looking for the better quality girls.

This is why men should never listen to dating advice from women. They are clueless, because they don't have the reality that a man does to give them true perspective and to allow them to give worthwhile advice. In any area of life at all.

Seriously, she should just go back to the kitchen and let men deal with the outer world while she is feminine and supportive in their home. If nothing else, the tremendously reduced stress of not having to deal with the bullshit that men do will have two benefits for her:

1/ she'll be less bitchy (and therefore more worthwhile to be around)

2/ she'll frown less (which reduces wrinkle-lines and helps her remain youthful and beautiful longer)

What, you don't think that men had both of those things firmly in mind when they invented household appliances?

Modern Men Are Pussies

"Yes dear."

"Whatever you want dear."

"Yes, you're right, dear."

"You're always right dear."

"Yes dear."

Modern man has been conditioned to be passive and submissive towards women. Modern women have been conditioned to be abrasive and combative towards men.

Drop the modern man into the middle of the 19th century, he'd go under pretty fast. Drop the modern woman into the middle of the 19th century, she'd get a mouthful of knuckles pretty fast (manners!).

No sensible girl wants a pajamaboy for her man:

And no sensible man wants a nasty attitude for his girl:

So, where does this leave us? Basically: screwed.

So what can we do about it? Only one thing: nothing.

You can't control the out-of-control women. You can't make the sackless pussies into fellow-men.

The only thing that you can control is yourself. Control your desire for sex to the point that it doesn't get you into trouble. Control your conditioning to please all women regardless. Control your whining and bitching. Control your overwhelming conditioning to put women first.

Go and do something for yourself.

Learn to ride a motorbike. Learn to fly a parasail or hang glider. Learn to surf. Learn to play chess. Learn to restore something. Learn to build something from scratch. Learn to make something beautiful.

Learn that women come and go. Learn that they should never be the heart of your world.

Learn to throw off that conditioning.

If one shows up, appreciate her company for the short time that she'll be around. Don't let her get her claws into you: whether your self or your life or your money. These things are yours, to do with as you please, not a plaything for someone else's amusement.

Tell a woman to make you a sandwich. You'll weed out a lot of the garbage types from the reaction to that request alone.

Congratulations. Your life just improved 1,000%.

Fifty Shades of Fad

As the Red Pill goes more mainstream, we start seeing women come wandering into our places of talk. You might ask yourselves why. They tend to be:

• argumentative

• blubbery/whiny

• NAWALT

• supportive (sometimes)

The most insidious of the type (to my mind) is the superficially supportive ones. It's like they're doing a testing process, to try and gauge the strength of your convictions. Then, they are slowly persuaded into "believing" your stuff. To becoming Red Pill Women™.

The reality is that women are superficial chameleons and take the shape of your thoughts and desires as their own outer coloring. While this might seem dishonest (actually, it IS dishonest) you need to realise why they are doing this: to snare you. To lure you into marriage and commitment. To make you her man.

Of course, if you fold to any of this testing or the testing after marriage, then she's unhaaaapy and goes to find another to snare. This one ain't good enough.

So. Given the mostly-maggot-men these days, these predators are starting to flock to the places where real men now congregate: the Manosphere. We've already had one man (Mark Minter) succumb to one of these so-called Red Pill Women (GeishaKate). According to their words things aren't all sweetness and light, there's still some friction and fighting upon occasion.

This doesn't seem Red Pill Woman to me. Still combative, nasty, mannish, etc - rather than feminine and submissive. The way that women would have to be if they truly want to get my attention properly. Even after their getting together, she still wandered into the Manosphere to be argumentative and pushy, etc. Looking to trade up already? Hypergamy is a bitch.

Still, I wish Mark well. Never really knew him, never put him on a pedestal like the other men in the Manosphere. It didn't bug me when he went off to do his thing with a 30yo single mommy (not certain sure, she might be divorced). His choice to support her in her old age and to bring up some (bastard?) spawn of another man - no matter how foolish in my eyes.

It does illustrate the dynamic though. More women invading our spaces - trying to capture us from our spaces - sometimes succeeding.

A message for men: don't be fooled.

A message for women: shit or get off the pot.

Like Fifty Shades of Grey, these women will (chameleon-like) take on Fifty Shades of Red Pill. All the better to fool us, all the better to get what they want. Always, always out for number one: to snare a man to look after them.

Just another fad.

Just taking on the colors to retain social control of men.

Am I saying that you shouldn't do this? Hell no! It's your fuckin' life, your choice to do as you please. I'm saying to be wary. I'm saying to take not one gram of shit. I'm saying that you're risking another frivorce. I'm saying that you need to set up your life so that she cannot take it over or ruin it for you. I'm saying that it's your way or the fuckin' highway, and the bitch had better like it that way.

The wise man will make her get back into the kitchen and examine her behaviour minutely - to see if she actually likes it, actually enjoys doing stuff for her man, or is simply putting on a convenient disguise for a time.

Piled Higher and Deeper

Education. Ah, bliss, she achieved her PhD.

Why aren't men attracted to her? She's intelligent! She's brilliant! She achieved - yes, achieved! - a PhD!

Attracted to intelligence: no. Value intelligence: yes. Good body/genes/looks trumps a smart girl with a swollen head attitude who enjoys parading around a PhD like it were the greatest thing in the world.

Go on, bash me over the fuckin' head with your shitty piece of paper.

Real people™ know that a PhD is nothing more than the ticket to enter the race. What's more important is if she actually raced and how she did at it. Most of these tickets are then revealed to be an educational equivalent of the "I gave blood" sticker.

He. He. He.

Get back to the kitchen and make me a sammich, bitch.

Hypergamy

Hypergamy doesn't care about beta hubby when her alphadick is on the way over.

Hypergamy doesn't care about beta hubby when her alphadick is fondling her body.

Hypergamy doesn't care about beta hubby when her alphadick is fucking her on the couch.

Hypergamy doesn't care about beta hubby when her alphadick is humping her in the shower.

Hypergamy doesn't care about beta hubby when her alphadick is holding her close after she's had a two-hour screaming fit at hubby, who is now sleeping on the floor in the same room.

Hypergamy doesn't care about beta hubby when her alphadick is fucking her in the marital bed while hubby sleeps on the couch to the tune of humping bedsprings.

Hypergamy doesn't care about beta hubby when her alphadick is snoring and she walks out of the bedroom, disheveled and naked and dripping love-juice, passing her hubby to go have a piss and clean up.

Hypergamy doesn't care about beta hubby when her alphadick is asleep and she arranges with her hubby for the three of them to go eat out for breakfast.

I've been the alphadick in all these situations. And in the case of this post:

Hypergamy doesn't care about lesser alphadick when greater alphadick shows up to pound her.

Hypergamy doesn't care about Hypergamy when her alphadick is involved. It just wants it's Hypergamy to run at full-throttle.

In the end, Hypergamy isn't evil. It's simply selfish and uncaring of others. To survive its selfishness and uncaring, you must become equally selfish and uncaring of others.

Only thus can you become free of their lures and then go on to enjoy your life instead of the life of Hypergamy.

Female Infants and Retards

It is interesting to watch the ongoing infantilisation and retardation of women. So that you can get the picture I will break it down into bite-sized contrasting chunks:

• constant ego buildup

• whine at the slightest problems

• bitchy and shitty attitude about men

• whine that they can't find good men

• don't want anything that looks like commitment

• whine that men can't commit (projection!)

• cannot cook

• sneers at men who can cook

• cannot clean

• sneers at men who can clean

• want to be independent

• whine about work

• want to not work

• sneers at those who provide

• proclaim that their sexuality is valuable

• enthusiastically get fucked (or gangbanged) by every bad boy possible

• says that men are emotional children

• has snippy shit-fits 10% of the time between 10-40yo as she nearly bleeds to death monthly

After a while of this you start to yawn at this contrasting idiocy. You start to realise exactly how retarded these people really are, as they jump through their mental gymnastics of denial and solipsism and projection. You start to realise who is really a functional human being.

After a while you become cynical and jaded, as cum-slut after cum-slut throws her vagina at you. Eventually you start to sneer and walk away. Her vagina is meaningless, you can hire a better-looking walking vagina at an hourly rate without the stupidity and uppity and hassle.

After a while you start to realise: if she wants you, she needs to step up to the plate and offer something of real value. Something that actually warms your jaded heart.

Something like cuddling up beside you and putting her head on your chest. Something like actually being happy to get back to the kitchen and make a meal. Something like actually being happy to clean. Something like actually being happy to make a home for her man. Something like actually being happy to add value to a man's life when he is supporting and providing for her.

Something that makes her feel proud inside for doing her part.

Her alternative:

Pity the Girls

For they know not what they are doing:

I begin to have a slightly sympathetic eye towards some of these retarded girls. When they only have the options of being sex-toys to assholes and jerks, vs being limp-wristed fap-fodder for pajamaboy and his ilk, I can't blame them for gravitating to asshole jerkboy.

Screw that compassion crap.

You did it to yourselves by lying to men: so it's your own bullshit fault. Don't try to pull the "poor little me" routine, you're so full of shit it's a wonder you don't choke to death on it.

I have no compassion for your poison or it's results, no sympathy for the stupid. Get back to the fucking kitchen.

FaceBook Bullshit

One good side-effect of thinning out my FaceFuck friends is the lesser volume of bullshit feminist memes (aka mindless man-hating) that gets shoved in my face.  The few remaining ones show the occasional splurge of bullshit though, usually in the form of an occasional cunty mindset:

In reference to a girl who pissed her off.

A rare moment of bitchy honesty: women never forget and are always looking for ammunition.

Another rare moment of bitchy honesty.

I'll bet that my fist is harder'n yours.

This from a man - so truthful!

You think that I think with my dick? I agree - and will actually do it more, just for you!

I do have a big dick and good credit, PLUS a six-figure income. If you think that I'm putting that at the disposal of a shitty slut with a bad attitude, then I have news for you: I can get a high-class prostitute who is younger, hotter, and tighter for considerably less.

Your mirror is broken. Good luck duct-taping that together again.

Get yo cunty ass back in the kitchen, bitches.