Who's Pregnant Now?

An amusing anecdote that I overheard one of the girlz in the lunchroom talk about today.

Someone's sister called up their mom: "Guess what!"

Yup, I'm excited! I got newz!

Immediate response: "Who's pregnant now?"

You can feel the "here it goes again" sense of resignation in that question.

Which tells you volumes about the mother...the family she raised...and girl telling the anecdote.

"Who's pregnant now?" In a tone of resigned "again - alright, let's get it over with".

'Cause she's used to this sort of thing by now.

She expects it of all the children.

Pregnancy is no longer something to be celebrated in her mind. It's simply a signal of more family drama coming down the line, for the next few years probably.

"Who's pregnant now?"

Heheheheheh...

The Ton on Violence and Toughness

SFC Ton has an excellent breakdown of the difference between Men and Soyboys:

Three things separate men from soy boys. #1 your capacity and talent for violence, enduring long term exposure to harsh envriomets and facing serious risk to life and limb on the regular. Normally you can’t really separate those three masculine foundations, but sometimes they are. Nor does a man have to go to any real extremes to move from bitch to legit. Get a 3 star rating on all the man card items and you’ll be the type of man most men will want in their platoon

Fucking great, and brings back some old memories that make me laugh my ass off.

Getting old now, the body isn't as resilient as it used to be. Took a tumble on the weekend up in the local hills, had to limp back to the car and head home to heal up. Nothing serious (not broken limbs) - just banged up a little and the right knee twisted. Will be healed up and out there in a couple weekends to do it again - by which time the local shit-and-drizzle weather should be done.

Any rate, Ton's post up there reminded me of my youth. Living in an apartment, one time around midnight-ish I wake up with light on in the lounge. Turned over then remembered that my flatmate was away at a concert up in Auckland, wouldn't be back for a couple of days...

...grabbed a chunk of wood that I keep at the side of the bed and was out there pretty quick and chasing a Maori burglar who'd slipped in the window. Given I was starkers he went the fuck back out that window as fast as he could.

In retrospect I can laugh my ass off about it, at the time I was half-asleep and a little bit drunk, so fairly wound up and adrenaline going. When I'm drunk, I tend to mellow-out and be relaxed. Not that time!

Standards

The importance of standards, an interactive example with a wimminz from a couple of days ago:

Her: You need to lower your standards.

Me: You need to marry an alcoholic chain-smoker. One packing 150 kilos of pure fat.

Her: ...

Me: Hypocrite.

That last said while openly laughing in her face. She started giggling in return.

I don't smoke, neither does she. I drink a little, ditto. I'm currently single, ditto. I'm generally slim and in shape, ditto.

Yeah, I should lower my standards and chase an alcoholic chain-smoker fatty (common as dirt here and worth about as much). Like that's going to happen.

Yeah, she really should lower her standards and marry an alcoholic chain-smoker fatty. Like that's going to happen.

Small, gentle digs, to let 'em know that you're onto their horseshit.

There's no need to go nuclear every time. Save that for the psycho pieces of shit who go nuclear on you.

Hypersexualization

I bring excellent news for all teh wimminz and cuck-cucks out there, this time from the computer security division of life.

It seems that I am very far behind the curve on this one: the trend to control your sex-toys via low-power (and insecure) Bluetooth technology. What's pictured is the discreet anal version for teh wimminz to use, controllable through their smartphone.

Or maybe through their partner's smartphone, as a variation on sex-fun-play.

According to Bleeping Computer, the security researchers did a wardriving test in San Francisco (they don't say if it was night or day) and found several people who were wearing theirs. Here was where they did the test (looks to be residential):

Given the inherent insecurity of these things, I can imagine the practical joke of the future. At work, triangulate in and find one of your more sexualized female workmates with one of these...wait until she goes into a meeting...dial it up to eleven...watch the hilarity ensue...

Go to a bar, similar...

A sex-toy party, where the female guests are expecting to be randomly stimulated by all and sundry at whim...

Hook some of these up to the internet for random people to "bid" on - highest bidder gets to stimulate the woman involved and watch her reaction via webcam...a variation on voyeurism...

Of course, never forget rule #36 - if it exists, there is porn of it. Perhaps some even home-grown, along the lines of revenge-porn...

You could probably make this into "the ultimate cuck" for the types who like a combination of public-sex and being cuckolded:

Him: "Hi honey, how did it go today at work?"

Her: "It was awesome, I got randomly stimulated fifteen times today!"

Him: "Ohhhhh that makes me so horny..."

Meh. What next? Open fucking in the streets? And there's still one helluva lot lower that we can go, you betcha.

A humorous look at the weird sexual perversions of humanity - brought to you by Crap-Colored Glasses™, only $1k the pair and cheap at 10x the price.

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.

Warning Label

There's an old saying: "She should come with a warning label."

Thankfully, many girls actually do. Better, they voluntarily put on those labels just for you'n'me. You see it all the time, you know the type of thing:

"If you can't handle me at my worst, you sure don't deserve me at my best." (You have no best.)

"I should come with a warning label." (No shit.)

"A woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle." (Fish have no legs to use a bicycle. Bleakly and ironically literal, actually.)

And of course, there's the usual red-flags that the halfway sensible man will pick up in a heartbeat and run like fuck away from.

A couple of days ago I was driving home after work and ran across an exceptionally well-labelled example:

* number-plate that said something along the lines of "meeeeee!" (Not the exact plate, you get the idea though - got to love personalized plates.)

* decal on the bumper that said "cute but psycho" (Actually said that.)

* a stick-figure family showing one child and one girl with a bunch of shopping-baskets (Single-mommy shopaholic warning. Not even a pet cat.)

We just have to thank these girls. They show every single reason to stay the fuck away from them, totally unmistakably. Just keep your eyes open for it, they're always there.

An amused look through Crap-Colored Glasses™, only $1k the pair and cheap at 10x the price.

Celebrating Stupidity

I've been spending a bit of time wandering through Auckland CBD recently. (Also doing some mountain climbing - I won't say where, I will simply say that it was cold and difficult and awesome and I'm stupid enough to think about doing it yet again.)

Around Auckland city there are a lot of poster-stickers put up on several light poles and the signal poles and etc. Their message: "There are over 20,000 children with fathers in prison." (I should have taken a photo. Here's a link to the STUFF news page about it: Maori prisoners children forgotten.)

So this is an outrage, of course. Everyone is up in arms about it, "the Government agencies are failing the children of Maori prisoners". Cue manufactured alarm (as expected from the leftist media where "if it bleeds, it leads" and "bad news sells"). In the link above, there is a lot of bleeding-heart "the poor, poor dears" bullshit.

So reading about it, it's a lot to do with lower-income families. Which of course, you would expect - in New Zealand, childhood poverty has risen from 15% to 29% between 1984 and 2012.

There's definitely a lot of teh wimminz fucking up their most important decision in life:

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.

 As David Aurini commented on the above post:

"Child Poverty" is a misnomer; children don't make incomes. Parental poverty is the problem - and it's pretty bloody clear that their poverty mainly stems from poor choices.

Of course, it is extremely un-PC to point this out. Teh wimminz make poor choices? Blasphemy! Teh golden vagina iz infallible and worth more than any mere man!

Pull the other one, it plays Judas fucking Priest. (Which reminds me: time to go listen to British Steel again.)

So the real problem, to anyone who isn't a retarded leftist moron and brainwashed slave of teh wimminz, is that the momma chooses to fuck men who are criminals. Plus pumping out sproglet after sproglet from said criminal and his ilk (because there's currently a bit over 9,000 prisoners in New Zealand as of December 2016, and they aren't all Maori).

The fact that this is fucking stupid behavior is not a concern to the bleeding heart stupid fucktards going around and bleating in herds. No. To them, this sexually liberated behavior is the new normal - in fact, to be celebrated.

Thankfully we haven't fallen this far, to the point where generations of incest is normal. Not widespread. Not yet. Though I have heard about a town in NZ with multiple generations of drugs and incest...

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Speaking of Judas Priest, here's a classic song from British Steel:

You don't have to be old to be wise. You simply need to look at reality, be prepared to see it how it is, without the rose-colored glasses and fru-fru brainwashing.

Symptoms of Cotton Wool

It's kinda humorous actually. So lets go look at Google's "Web Security" team, courtesy of Wired magazine:

Google's Chrome Hackers Are About To Upend Your Idea Of Web Security

Very first thing on the page is a photo of four chicks.

Oh yeah. Welcome to the world of cotton-wool.

So okay, the gist of it is: these four chicks want non-secure websites to come up in Chrome with the message: "Not Secure". Which is a pretty-good idea actually, for their stated purpose of attempting to push the WWW to use HTTPS instead of open HTTP traffic.

Where it all falls down though, is three simple words: "transparent https proxy".

We have one at work. Even when connecting to my bank to signin and do transfers, etc - even though it shows a padlock, as being secure - my work can see exactly what I'm doing, exactly what the passwords are, exactly every-bloody-thing.

My work is a man-in-the-middle attack in action, every second of the day, if they want to be.

Think that the ISPs aren't? Or couldn't be, if they wanted to?

Go ahead, womyn. Try to swathe the world in cotton wool.

You have already failed.

Get Shit Done

Ah, the West!

Once a group of obsessed mad motherfuckers who got shit done...

...now predominantly a bunch of pussies squabbling over which entitled bitch they can dump a cum into tonight.

Not all of 'em.

A good number though.

Maybe 80% of men.

While princess stands on her steel pedestal, legs primly together - at least until someone she fancies comes along. Then it's "all hands on deck" while she services him like a 50-cent whore in a back alley.

Which makes us Men a buncha "deplorables" and a big thank-you to Hillary. Like you never went out and fucked somebody behind the back o' Bill the Prez'.

Funny, given that he's supposedly shootin' blanks. Where the fuck did Chelsea come from? You been catchin' it from somebody else? What, you thought nobody would notice?

Yeah, just sweep that under the carpet. Along with that bitch Monica. You are so much the perfect presidential candidate.

At least us Men can read the writin' on the fuckin' wall. No shit Sherlock. Once we're done shoveling the gravel, we go and do our own thing...

...while the pussies can keep on keepin' on kissin' your rotten and well-used vagina.

One day that steel pedestal will rust all the way through. Princess will fall to lie in the dust, dirt, and muck.

Tell us, then what, whore?

Pink Tit Day Wandered Past Again

The usual stuff. Support teh wimminz at every opportunity.

Wear pink for a day.

Pink baking for morning tea.

Pink walk.

Not this Black Poison Soul. I wore a black suit and shirt.

Looked like the Godfather.

"Why aren't you wearing pink?"

"I'm rebellious."

The grumpy looks from the spoiled whores who think that men will lap up their runny shit at any time of year. Especially on pink day. Breast cancer, do as we demand, bow to us, aren't we speshul, wooooo.

Yeah, you're speshul. Got off the fuckin' short bus, you did. Especially if you think I'm gonna kowtow to your whims and desires.

Now piss off and let me get on with doing my work. There's a few million dollars riding on it today. Ain't got time for your runny shit.

Funny. Share a spa pool with a couple of chicks. Nosy likkle pwincesses. One of 'em is a cute Asian chick, works in IT like I do. Programmer type. Let the grilling begin:

"Are you married?"

"Naw, divorced."

"Have kids?"

"Naw."

"Think you'll ever have kids?"

"Not looking good. Haven't found anyone worthwhile in <town where I live>."

The smell of overworked brain is very strong - angling, angling, angling. Real question is do I feel like fuckin' you? Nah. You're young enough, seem desperate enough, I'd probably get you preggers first shot from an "accident". Piss on that.

Not nasty, though. Pleasant about it. Quiet deflection. Can't be arsed being actively unpleasant - save that sorta shit for the unpleasant themselves, then nuke the cunt from orbit. It's the only way to be sure.

Brought to you by Grand Marnier and a plateful of chicken nibbles. Mmmmmm...

An Unattractive Mirror

Uncle Bob has a post about how 80% of women are unattractive. Some of the comments led me to leave this comment on the post:

For those of you talking about getting an iron-clad pre-nuptual.

It. Does. Not. Exist.

If there is a child involved, any family-court in the USA (and New Zealand, and likely Australia and the UK and etc as well) WILL tear it up "in the interests of the child".

Now, while I do tend to believe in the "cash and prizes" situation: thinking about it, One Fat Oz Guy has a good point. It actually dovetails very nicely with what Uncle Bob states.

Oz: "Now, divorce WILL appeal to women that are too stupid to play for the long term and invest in an adult relationship."

Bob: "Many intelligent men in the past have offered their opinions on women (their opinions tend to be about noticing many women are big children). That’s been much of my experience, too."

And I myself have done posts about female best intentions and female doublethink and self-deceit. (Bob probably laughs at those and thinks that I'm deceiving myself. He might be right. I'm not 100% certain and try to look for other thoughts and information on various matters.)

So, think about it. Most children have zero long-term thinking capacity.

So: what some of us term as "frivorce with cash and prizes" is not exactly a long-term planned strategy. It's simply the result of a spoiled child, bored with the current situation, suddenly deciding that they want out so that they can do something else. But they're also going to get what they can from the situation - because they're spoiled and greedy.

If 80% of women are children and 20% of women are adults, and (as Oz states) adult women invest in an adult relationship, would this be why a large number of marriages seem to end in divorce? (According to the government statistics from the CDC, 93.4% of all marriages in the USA break up/end in divorce within 10 years.)

I'm beginning to wonder re how many men are actually grown-up, also. The lost boys of the manosphere might be the 80% male children vs the 20% male adults. For me, these days, the entire PUA culture seems to be something that a child would indulge in.

It's something to think about. Some 80% of women are still children, what's to state that some 80% of men are not still children?

What's to state that the manosphere is not filled with this 80% of male children?

We deliberately blind ourselves to many things, men and women both. We men may be calling the kettle black when we harp on that women are children.

Take a good look inside, if we dare, if we can. How much childishness, egotism, and narcissism is within? How much hurt do we refuse to let heal, because of this? In a certain light, some of what goes on out here is the male version of the Extended Infantile Tantrum that ZenPriest states feminism indulges in.

No, I'm not saying "go out and get married" - why the fuck would you want to marry a child? Especially a dangerously spoiled one? Especially if we are still children ourselves?

What I'm saying is: Throwing stones when we are living inside a glass house is unproductive.

Trying to take a good look at myself through Crap Colored Glasses™. I'm not sure as to its effectiveness. Damn that dark mirror...

Random Brain-Dump

Keoni Galt over at Hawai'ian Libertarian has been going great guns over the last month with his observations on the world:

Remember the Reason for the $ea$on
The Illusion of Choice aka DuhMockRuh$€¥
Programmed Obsession With Evil

Satan bought my soul for 10¢ on the dollar. Maybe if I was a better person, he would have paid 20¢. There are times when I wonder.
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I'm supposed to care about money. I'm supposed to take corporate cock up the ass while singing the National Anthem.

Yeah.

The stress and the bullshit take over, and your soul is poisoned forever. The dream vanishes. Only the lifestyle remains.

You spend half your life being bored as shit about your job, the other half talking about how interesting it is. Yak yak yak for 12 hours a day.

If you get some clarity, you start sweeping away the ashes and make something more meaningful to you. Fuck everyone else.
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Money is no object. You are an object.

You might hate feeling crazy. Unfortunately, your job depends on it. Sanity would make you pull a gun and do something about it.

So you walk around, looking busy, handing out your business card - too busy to notice the cock up your ass.
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Satan's wet dreams don't have people in them.

$$$

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Much of the wastelands of the interwebs, out here, is nothing more than an insane rant. Then someone writes it up in a book. The subject, the subset, of an insane rant.

"I rote this! Pay me $$$! On your knees and suck Satan's cock! Swallow! You know you love it! I am your GURU!! YOU WILL BOW DOWN BEFORE ME AND SUCK MY COCK AND WORSHIP ME!!!1!"

Then it all goes onto next year's ash pile of indifference.

An endless cycle of meaningless consumerism.

Do some of these do it for the money, or just to be a fuckin' asshole?
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The PUA.

"Y'know, I'm kinda bored, kinda lonely and kinda drunk - but I wouldn't mind fucking you."

"Wow, I think you're an amazing person and would love to get to know you better."

The latter is a tarted up version of the former.

So I hurt you? Too bad. I was just taking the Temporary Boredom Cure™.
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Any blog.

YAY! MY PENIS IS MIGHTY!

Yeah, stroke it harder, kiddo.

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Society.

Women.

"I want a man who's tall, dark, handsome, young, great with kids, absolutely loves me to bits, gives me heaps of time and attention, and oh he needs to make six figures."

The divorce.

The doublethink.

Fuckin' amusing.

How else can a man make $150k a year and still somehow be made to feel like a loser? And all of female society agrees?

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Alcoholism.

Get so drunk and hungover that you puke.

Ram your head into a wall and then puke.

There's a difference?

Oh. Yes. The second is cheaper.

So much alcohol in your blood. To have another drink, just open a vein and suck on it.

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The walk of shame (that they're trying to change to the Strut of the Slut™).

As she limps home.

As she walks funny.

Are there moments of clarity?

Is there a moment where she realizes, where she decides, that God has made a friend?

Chances are she'll always be the hypocritical born-again type.

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Her: "Why do you like me?"

Him: "Start with your vagina and work backwards."

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Is there someone out there more alive than I am?

I haven't met them in person yet.

Another drunk who's better than me: "Unlike you, I've seen life! *hic*"

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There comes a point of not giving a damn.

Freedom in it's way.

I have no time for this crap.

I'm glad. It keeps some types out of my life.

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Do I look fat in this?

You only look fat when you're naked.

Are you bikini bod ready?

And she's thinking: "I am so utterly fucked..."

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You know why 90% of the internet is crap.

Because 90% of what people say is crap.

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The cry of the PUA.

You are not important.

You sleeping with me is important.

Rinse. Repeat.

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So she's crying in her whine.

"I got a facelift. I got plastic surgery. A boob job. A butt job. I tone up 6 hours a day. All to look younger for HIM! So what happens? He divorces me and starts fucking a teenage girl young enough to be our daughter."

Like I give a damn. Go buy yourself some blue cheese to go with that.

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So I should say something scathing about the idiot's with big houses, corporate jobs, etc.

Aren't I the fucking clever one?

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PUAs. Women.

Eventually you start to get the feeling that she'd still be a pain in the ass - even if she wasn't insane.

Fifty shades of shit. The Story of O.

Yanking her hair. Smacking her ass. Tying her up. Putting a gag in her mouth. (Though the last one is pure mental self-defense.)

You seduce a psycho woman with great care: "So...if I agree to beat you up, will you go out with me?"

You do this voluntarily?

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Having a conversation.

...

Other than your pathetic little problems, what else are you interested in?

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So we embrace reality.

Then we meet an asshole like you.

Every time.

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Women.

Too many cats.

Not enough cock.

It's not a relationship. It's a mercy-fuck.

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PUAs.

"I love you so much, I want to make a trophy out of you."

On to the next trophy.

Being a single, middle-aged barfly is where it's at, babe.

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Living in a world where the exceptional is sacrificed to the bland.

I don't know what's exceptional any more.

Do I want to be exceptional? Or do I want to do things that I enjoy?

The point where it all changes. And something moves smoother.

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Eco-warriors. Eco-fucktards.

Social justice warriors. Social justice fucktards.

The razor-edge of difference.

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Narcissism. The Dark Triad. The Deadly Sins.

"I'm so fucking cool, even my ex's are in awe of me!"

So we should give him/her the time of day.

Heh. Heh. Heh.

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The Hangover. (The movie.)

"Hi mom and dad. I'm in Vegas, I'm really drunk, and I just got married to Jade, who's a stripper and I really love... *BEEEEP*"

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You've lived for 50 years.

You've dated for 35 years.

You've been married for 10 years.

You've been divorced for 5 years.

And you still have the delusion that it's actually possible to like other people.

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You're not getting fucked up the ass enough.

Time to get a job in the film industry.
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She just wanted to be in the movies.

She got what she wanted.

Her stage name: Belle Starr.

She should have specified what kind of movies...

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Life came along and broke him like a twig. He whines about it. Scream at the God who made you. Alright for Him, on His perch.

God promised Men that there would be good wives to be found at all corners of the Earth. Then He made the world round, and He laughed and laughed and laughed...

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"We worked out for the best," she said.

The words of every lying cunt on the divorce-train.

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Fabulous.

Her dream. To be living a fabulous life.

Yeah, right. You're 50 kid.

Do those ashes of dreams still stir?

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The streets have a name.

Most people are too well-mannered to speak it.

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Society's idea of happiness.

When a celebrity's life goes to shit.

Then they get paid to spread their dirty laundry in the news.

The pain. The pain. The pain. What's your number? The pain.

Round and round again.
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MGTOW:

I don't need a lot to be happy. Just enough to pay the rent and enjoy a beer with my friends. I don't think that's asking for too much...

Society:

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...

Fuck Your Feelings

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

What about that rock?

Grow up.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Against Immigration

Ex-Army puts up a post about Ann Coulter and how she rakes the left's concepts of immigration versus the reality over the coals:

Coulter the Outlier

It's an excellent read, as is the link to a TakiMag article about it, and I'm picking that her book ¡­Adios America! would be just as good. Apparantly the best part of the book boils down to:

“The running joke of the book is that liberals don’t get that they’ve unleashed on America the opposite of the principles they claim to uphold.”

Of course, leftists have an amazing set of blinkers when it comes to not-seeing anything that would threaten their worldview. In the end it'll probably be a hit only with people who deal with the real world - and not those who deal in the fantasy-world of: elves, rainbows, unicorns, unicorns that shit rainbows, and feeeeelz.

Reality hurtz, don't it lefties?

She's Changed, She's Not The Slut I Married

Every now and then it's funny as fuck to flip the script on some of the common things in life. This one is the "he's changed, he's not the man I married" excuse that goes around for a frivorce. I'm also adding to this the common trope of men getting less sex once married.

Man (seeking divorce): Your honor, she's changed. She's not the slut I married.

Judge: Please explain for the Court and Jury.

Man: Well, your honor. In the beginning she was all over me. Couldn't keep her hands off me. It was sex - sex, sex, sex. Sometimes five times a day! Blow jobs, fucking like rabbits, wild-monkey-sex, anal, the works. She swallowed like a greedy nymphomaniac. Sex was almost exhausting on my part, yet she craved it incessantly. Forced it, even.

Judge: You are advised to restrain your language. Though the illustration is clear. In what way has she changed?

Man: Apologies, your honor. Well. Marriage - which was very expensive, because I thought that she was worth it - then suddenly things went downhill. Certainly our marriage night was good, definitely up to par. Yet, within a year, she was looking very pudgy. She added 10 kilos.

Judge: She added 10 kilograms of weight in a year?

Man: Yes your honor. You can see the photo's as evidence, pre-wedding down the beach and wedding. Very slim and athletic as you can see. Within a year she'd added 10 kilos. Over the three years of our marriage, she has added 50 kilos - as you can see, your honor.

Judge: Yes, the Court can see the differences. Continue.

Man: Thank you, your honor. Well. Not only did she put on weight - sex dropped off.

Judge: Dropped off? Expand on that.

Man: It was strange. Originally the sex continued much as it had...then it slowly tapered off. Three times a day...two times a day...once a day. Then once every couple of days. Only on weekends. Until now, three years later, when it's once - perhaps twice - in a month.

Judge: I understand. A marked change in behavior. Was there any reason for this change? Medical, physical, or the like?

Man: I can give various examples, your honor. Will that suffice?

Judge: Indeed.

Man: All sorts of reasons - none overtly medical or physical. Things like: I'm on my period - which I could understand, though that doesn't mean that other ahem sexual acts cannot be performed. They used to be, on a regular and daily basis.

Judge: That will be taken under advisement. Continue.

Man: Other things. I don't feel like it. I have a headache. I'm in one of those moods. It's been a hard day. I just want to be cuddled. Things like that.

Judge: So nothing actually medical?

Man: No, your honor. We did seek medical and psychiatric help. Medically there was nothing wrong with her, as per the doctor's report. Psychiatrically, she refused to go to the Psychiatrist. Said it was demeaning and degrading.

Judge: Interesting. So you were the concerned for her health - physical, mental, and emotional - and attempted to help her.

Man: Yes, your honor. It was such a marked change in behavior, I had to do all that I could to have her regain her health and well-being.

Judge: Is there anything further that you wish to add?

Man: Yes, your honor. Neglect.

Judge: Neglect?

Man: Yes, your honor. Neglect. Coming home from a hard night's work - no meals prepared. I had to prepare my own. In many cases, our child was hungry also. She had not been fed lunch or dinner. Once or twice, she had not had her nappies changed - I had to do that as well.

Judge: Upon returning from work. What had your Wife been doing?

Man: Apparantly laying on the couch and watching television all day, your honor.

Judge: It would appear that your Woman has failed in her Wifely duties, being neglectful and causing hardship to both you and your child. The Jury will now retire to consider the merits of the case.

Jury (returning from recess and giving judgement): Your honor, we find in the Man's favor.

Judge: As expected - an almost open-and-shut case of female deception and Wifely neglect. As is I must grant this divorce, you are no longer Man and Wife. As recompense for this Wifely neglect I find that all assets will revert to your name. Your child will remain in your care. The State will grant assistance in the form of a nanny, since you must work to continue paying your mortgage.

Judge: As regards the Woman - she is passed over to the care of a Psychological Institute for a period of not less than two years and not more than five years. It is hoped that within that institution she will become a functioning and useful member of society. Though it is my personal opinion that she will never be suitable as a Wife, nor for duties in the field of Mothering and dealing with Children. That will be entered in her record.

This is what equality would look like - though don't expect to see it in a courtroom near you!

Why Women Buy So Much Junk

One of the things that has amused me as I've grown and explored the nature of women has been applying it to the idea (the so-called "study") of modern economics.

One of the basic ideas is that people only buy things they need - which immediately throws a spanner into the works of the whole idea. Marketing (aka propaganda) spends billions yearly trying to manufacture "needs" in people for the non-essential junk that they peddle.

It works, too.

Another concept is obsolescence. So much wastage in society involves creating a "new" shell for a car when the guts of it don't change in any truly revolutionary manner. Are you encouraged to take the old shell off and put the new one on? No! Instead you must buy a new car!

Again, it works.

Women are encouraged to get 100+ pairs of shoes (no really rational reason why - apart from an intangible feelgood).

Men encouraged to get a new car each year (again no really rational reason why - apart from the intangible feelgood of attracting more of teh wimminz).

So all right, perhaps there is a reason. It makes her and him both feel sexier. Both become more attractive to the opposite sex. Marketing, fashion, all that good stuff - which lets somebody sell their garbage to you and they have an opportunity to vacuum your wallet for their profit. Sex sells, baby.

So does social status. "Keeping up with the Jones's", as hackney'd as that sounds. This one is aimed squarely at teh wimminz, because they are the only ones who bother to focus that much on "social appearances". The marketers aren't stupid. Only it's not the Jones's anymore, it's the Jane's. All her femicunt frenemies.

Thus the business of slutting it up in the arms-race to get your very own slave. Work him for a few years, frivorce, slut it up once more while you look for the next useful idiot.

Men tend to wake up relatively quickly and stop themselves from buying too much useless shit. Mostly because it's always the women's crap coming out of our pocket - and those aren't endlessly fuckin' deep.

Women though, they don't seem to wake up to it. It seems that the reason might be twofold: 1/ they're generally more impulsive rather than thinking things through, and 2/ they're generally more entitled and expect the men in their lives to buy this junk for them.

I would be surprised if the latter isn't a large reason for the number of Men seeming to wake up to women's general rapaciousness and worthlessness these days. Marketing focuses their sights predominantly on women, women then expect men to pay for this junk. Men who end up either ruined, or badly burned, or burned out and disgusted by this overt using of them.

I wrote before about a guy whose wife broke up with him out of the blue, said breakup being a total surprise to him. Said ex-wife having over 100 pairs of shoes. Said ex-wife currently living in his house, which he paid for, while he is off working in another city. The reason she's there rent-free while he's away? He needs someone to look after the place and his cats and the like...

These days, what more can you expect for a segment of the population who have been both coddled and trained since birth to expect and demand special treatment? Even better, to conveniently "forget" the last bout of special treatment and look for more? Better yet, the number of men trained since birth to provide this special treatment unthinkingly as a matter of course?

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Why Women Need Men

Just a short list of reasons:

* men are responsible
* men age better
* men gain wisdom
* men are handy
* men have their finances under control
* men are emotionally stable

That's a lot of pluses for men - and conversely, a lot of minuses for women.

(Stolen from /r/MGTOW just for shits and giggles.)

Back To Basics: What's In It For Me?

Feminists and women, start running. This will not make you feeeeel good. Let's dive into the cesspool of modern society once more and see what we can find at the bottom.

On my prior post Back To Basics: What Is Marriage For? I wrote a single little throwaway line which has made me think about another basic item of life and civilization:

To give someone skin in the game, then there must be in their opinion something worthwhile in return.

Which brings up many things that have been said, repeatedly, through the manosphere. When you think carefully about it, you can see that it drives the PUA mindset of pump'n'dump. It underlies the concepts of the Christian Red Pill blogs. It underscores the why of MGTOW and Going Ghost.

We can see it when we ask what a woman brings to the table.

It's there when we ask a woman what she thinks a good woman brings to a relationship.

We can hear it whenever a Man gets frustrated and swears about not finding a good woman.

It's potentially there when a Red Pill Woman attempts to put herself up as what we men want.

It's potentially there when we hear about born-again Churchians and women who say that they've changed, they're not like that any more.

But we're all too nicey-nicey politically-correct to overtly state it. Even amongst ourselves. Even to admit it to ourselves. Because it's not "socially acceptable" for a Man to seem to be so selfish. Hell, I was too nicey-nicey myself when I said "skin in the game". So now I'm going to put it out there, for myself and for every other Man in the world:

What's in it for me?

Not angry. Not accusing. A simple, cold, selfish question that ultimately determines: in my opinion, is there something worthwhile in return for doing X?

Ironically and amusingly, women and femiwhores have been coldly and selfishly asking this question of men for decades (if not from the dawn of time) while at the same time exhorting us to be unselfish (it's that infamous female doublethink at work once more):

When she asks what you do for a living. (Subquestion how much do you make? Subsubquestion are you worth getting to know? Subsubsubentitlement I'm entitled to know so I can decide if I want to put my hand into your wallet.)

When she decides that you're no longer man enough for her.

When she impulsively fucks some guy she just met that night because he turns her on.

When she drags you around emotionally like a pet on a leash for her amusement.

When she dumps you because the sex/relationship has gotten stale.

When she causes a fight because she wants a drama fix.

When she asks you to buy her a drink.

When she browbeats you into doing something that you really don't want to do.

When she parts her legs for a PUA who has entertained her sufficiently.

Sometimes it's defensive:

Every time a PUA drops a fuck into her and then dumps her because that's all she has of any worth to offer.

Every time a MGTOW shakes his head and passes because he knows that she's going to be too much trouble.

Every time a Ghost slides through life with minimal interaction because it's just not worth the hassle.

Sometimes it's because it's personally beneficial:

Every time you go to the gym and feel satisfaction at breaking a personal record.

Every time you walk down the beach, out in the sun, filling your lungs with clean air.

Every time you do something just because you enjoy doing it.

Sometimes it's warm and fulfilling, as Keoni Galt states:

Every time you give to charity.

Every time you hug your child.

Every time you kiss your loved ones.

What's in it for me?

I look at civilization. I choose to continue with my reasonably high-income business/work because it is worth it for me. It pays for a 4 bedroom home which gives me personal space. It allows me to travel occasionally from New Zealand to other places in the world. That people hire my consultant ass is a bonus. Even so, I am thinking of changing and cutting back - there is a lot of stress involved, I have about 10 weeks of holiday-time accumulated, I'm beginning to wonder if it's actually worth that much hassle to me.

Others look at civilization. What's in it for them? So they minimize their interactions, earn less money than they're capable of, relax and enjoy their life. Perhaps it's a voluntary reduction, perhaps it's a forced reduction. Perhaps they decide to sponge off the system. Relax, enjoy the decline, enjoy the scenery, enjoy their family, enjoy other people. Develop your hobbies because you want to.

So these bring out another question along the same lines:

Is it really worth that much hassle?

This is what ultimately caused me to dump the entire dancing scene. I realized that there wasn't really enough in it for me, for it to be worth the hassle of hanging around these crazy entitled slut-whores. (Yes, slut-whores. Some used it as a dating/fucking pool. Others dated/fucked multiple guys at once. One was an actual whore. One had six guys in a single night. No other words fit. Plus, the drama and horseshit and politics and backstabbing!)

Is it really worth that much hassle?

Well? Is it?

So You Still Want A Relationship

As a MGTOW I can't recommend this.

We'll assume that you've read all the warnings through the manosphere against doing it. We'll assume that you've decided that yes, you're going to give it a go. You're an adult.

So. You need to look really hard at these girls and filter through them.

Fortunately, one of the commenters over on Reddit has come up with what looks to me to be a gem of a filter. From /r/MGTOW, the post is mostly about goldiggers:

Asari_Lover 8 points 9 hours ago 

Pfft, I've got one. The answer I repetitively heard was drum roll A) Sex, B) I make you look good. 

Edit: I found a great way to sort out female "friends" worth having around and ones who are not is asking them what they think a good woman contributes to a relationship. [Emphasis mine. - BPS] Most look as though they were asked to give a lecture on quantum physics.

So. Ask her what she thinks a good woman contributes to a relationship.

I suppose that if nothing else, you'll get a few laughs from the looks on their faces. Hell, it might be worth asking your male friends as well.