Some Things Are Bullshit

Over the years you start developing a nose for the bullshit in the world. You know, stuff like:

Feminism. That horse keeps getting a solid beating.

Communism. That worked reeeeeeal well in Russia. Also in Cambodia, under Pol Pot. China is having a rough time with it now also...

Emotional Intelligence (EQ).

Let's be clear: Intelligence (IQ) is definitely measured and measurable, with lots of tests, and is damned-well accepted scientifically.

Emotional Intelligence (EQ) has no accepted scales and tests. Not one.

This puts it in the category of Pop Psychology along with MBTI and similar "personality tests". (All the garbage that HR drones love-love-love to spout, because it's all very nebulous and feel-good and hand-wavey and stuff like that. AKA it gives them an excuse to attend conferences in other cities or overseas, lap up the booze, sample some exotic cock, all on the company dime and without coming back with any kind of plan of work, actionable steps, etc.)

HR. See above. I've also known some HR types who hire female staff on the basis of if she will part her legs for him. Repeatedly, in the case of fucking the female employees and management of external Employment/Headhunting businesses.

Psychology. I've not quite decided regarding this one.

On the one hand, the concept of the Oedipus Complex ("all sons want to fuck their mothers and hate their father because he got there first and on an ongoing basis"). This is currently in severe doubt in the psychological world. Yeah, great projection of your own fucked-up-ness there, Freud. He also stated that lesbianism was caused by the father, was curable with psychoanalysis, and yet could not "cure" lesbianism in his own daughter. Way to prove your own theories are horseshit, mate.

On the other hand, these pricks are master manipulators. Something about poking your finger into the psyche of thousands of people on an ongoing basis - and being paid huge bucks for it! - gives some pretty good insights into the mind. Also a helluva lot of training towards fucking with the mind and emotions, 'cause they learn where all the buttons that can be pushed are. The more unethical members go into marketing - and if you cross them are very good at pushing *your* buttons.

Greenpeace. Oh my...

Saving the planet. Hahah - the planet could be nuked flat, the surface turned to glass, every speck of life from the top of the stratosphere to the bottom of the Mariana Trench eradicated with lethal radiation and chemical poisons, and the Earth would go on it's merry way for the next 5 billion years. The planet doesn't need saving. WE need saving. Unfortunately the typical alarmist language used by these so-called quasi-politico organizations just turns our brains off. We either swallow it whole, or reject it utterly.

Stop chlorination campaign. 1991-1995, we shall be rid of PVCs and suchlike eeeevils, yay! In the same time-period Latin America had 1 million Cholera cases and 10,000 deaths. Due to...stopping chlorinating their drinking water. Well, that's just fucking inconvenient of them innit...

(Seriously, these crazy politico cunts are a target 8 miles wide, just like Storm Large's vagina).

Even if there might be a slight grain of truth in it. (The planet? Pfui. Our society? Now you're talkin'.)

So, how do you detect this bullshit?

When someone is effectively screaming and throwing monkey-poo at you, you have two natural impulses:

* Defend yourself (walking away is a defense)

* Swallow it whole and join in (if you're a sheep - with the bonus that you're now on the throwing-end of the monkey-poo, not the receiving-end)

It takes a lot of effort to stop and think about what's going on at this point. Takes a lot of practice to getting to there - and I don't claim to have gotten that good at it either. Usually I have to cool off and figure it out later ("What should I have done at this point? Okay...")

One rule of thumb you can pretty-much count on:

If someone is screaming and throwing monkey-poo at you for whatever "reason", it's probably entirely founded on some form of bullshit.

It's always worth stopping and thinking about it - even if long afterwards - to figure out exactly what sort and how much bullshit is involved. Also what might have caused it to come into existence.

Usually its due to stupidity.

I remember one guy telling me that global warming was most definitely a thing, the seas were rising, etc etc etc. I agreed with him - 'cause I already knew it was alarmism and bullshit, and was in the middle of eating a delicious steak dinner. Priorities.

By all the above predictions, we should be living in Mel Gibson's Water World by now. Or dead, because WWIII happened and we nuked the planet and the few survivors cried out "eloi!" to the fallout and had some sort of mutated baby-things.

Instead, we have the Leftist-Academia-Complex putting out their theories of 72+ different forms of sexual preference - I haven't bothered counting recently - and if you're a boring Heterosexual White Male fucker then you will be hung, drawn, and quartered. Then they'll get serious with the real punishment. (Never mind Google employees identifying as a fuckin' building and having a company talk about it...there's some whack-job mentality right there.)

Yet when I look into the whole rising sea-level thing, I cannot help but notice something about people.

They'll build a fuckin' city on a fuckin' flood-plain. Yes, I'm looking at you, New Orleans (and the country of Denmark).

In contrast, I see wharves here in NZ that were built over 100 years ago. Also parks in a sea inlet. Also the local beaches.

Looking at the alarmism above - with predictions of rising sea levels of 1+cm a year - we should have seen in the past 33 years over a foot of water rise, which should have caused many of these areas to be flooded with every rising tide. I've been here for 35 years, it's happening people!

Funny, I ain't seeing it.

So yeah, this is how you know bullshit. It applies to a lot of things.

Hell, it probably applies to some (or all, if you're a Feminist-Leftist heterosexual male caucasian-hating weirdo) this blog. I ain't some fount of wisdom and all. I sure as shit ain't perfect.

And I'm still trying to figure out the bullshit in this world. There's a lot of it.

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Generational Bad Decisions

A few days ago I got to yakking with an older woman working as cashier and food-maker in a bakery. (She is an excellent endorsement for Feminaziism. Early 40's in a dead-end job, with less personal enjoyment than if she was making lunches for her family. You go girl! Meh.)

Note that I don't yak with her 'cause she's pretty. She ain't. At early-40's she's used up and gone, it's time she was dropped in the rubbish bin like a used kleenex. Which ironically isn't far from what effectively happened to her recently.

So let us talk a short walk, following this girl's family line down the "path 'o doom".

It seems that she was born of a woman back when, one of the early single mommy types (like my mother, joy joy joy! bah). Her mother obviously made bad decisions and ended up having to raise her daughter by herself. We could refer to her mother as "bad decision generation #1".

Now she, she has just broken up with her "latest partner" of 6 years. (That ole 7-year itch strikes again! Yes, she broke up with him. Why? Reasons undefined...) So a partner of 6 years, she breaks up with her latest. Obviously there was earlier partners, at least one - probably more, considering that she has a daughter just turning 20 years old.

She's never mentioned if she was divorced. I didn't ask. So I could go 50/50 for divorce or single-mommy-dom. Either way, we can refer to her as "bad decision generation #2".

So her daughter just turned 20-odd. Said daughter has just gotten pregnant to a man who "is utterly unsuitable". (BWAHAHAAHAHAHHHHH!!!! The level of dipshit unawareness is fuckin' breathtaking. Especially considering her personal history.) Sad to say, I must now refer to the daughter as "bad decision generation #3".

Some sweet thoughts. Three generations of fucking the wrong man (or wrong type of man) (or more accurately, being fucked by or parting their legs for the wrong type of men). Great stuff, yes?

It gets better. She's just lost out a bunch of money on a trip to some island that she'd arranged for her daughter's 20th birthday - because the island has Zika Virus on it. Ooooops. Can't have bubsy getting zapped by Zika Virus! But she's now out some money...she's agonizing over it, 'cause she's single and works in the hospitality industry 'cause in her early 40's she's single once more and too fuckin' useless for anything else...

Wait wait wait. Let's back up a bit here.

Her momma made massive bad decisions in her life. She made massive bad decisions in her life. Her daughter has made massive bad decisions in her life.

Yet.

Can't have the baby getting hurt. That baby must be supported. And it's *important* to send dipshit daughter on a 20th birthday holiday, even though dipshit daughter's mum basically lives hand-to-mouth in the hospitality industry, and now dipshit daughter cannot go because dipshit daughter is pregnant and now she's out some money...

My mind is utterly blown by the levels of stupidity, idiocy, and doublethink exhibited.

No, no! Dipshit daughter and bubsy are important!

If that baby is another daughter, will we be referring to her as "bad decision generation #4" sometime down the line? Should we start now?

Round and round and round it goes, as we flush everything sane and sensible so far as society should be concerned with, down the shitter...

...because the completely stupid are encouraged and rewarded for having sex randomly, because they are not actively penalized for breeding indiscriminately with "totally unsuitable" mates, because the more suitable mates are then browbeaten and brainwashed into caring for other people's shit results (man up and marry that slutty single mommy with a half-dozen STDs!), because the more suitable mates are are treated like crap no matter what they do to try and support single mumsy and bubsy...

...is it any wonder that Men look at this horseshit and mentally/emotionally check out?

White Noise

Have you ever noticed that teh wimminz just can't shut their fuckin' gob?

Everything that happens that might be the slightest upsetting is broadcast to all and sundry. Ad nauseum. To the fuckin' world. Most especially if it's to the detriment of a man.

It reminds me very much of No-Ma'am and The Fine Art of TV Repair.

I ran across a textbook case last night, actually. (Here in America, of course. The break is going well.) This is not to say that it only happens in America - I've seen (heard) it in New Zealand too. England. Thailand. Not personally in Australia, though I see no reason why there would be an exception.

How it came about. I went and parked my RV up at a place called Grindstone Lake, near Ruidoso NM. A nice area, reminds me of the pine forests back in NZ. It's an artificial lake actually, a dam where people can go picnic, fish, swim, etc. Also walk and mountain bike, with lots of trails. Something that I desperately need: the heat has been limiting my walking exercise, I'm literally putting on weight just because of not enough movement.

I go to start my walk, there turns out to be a wimminz in awesome form in the parking lot. Not fine form - awesome form. Dialled up to eleven.

Sittin' in the truck with the door wide open.

Full-throated bitching on the phone to someone else.

When I say full-throated, I mean looooud. I was over 30 meters away (think 30 yards, almost a third of a football field away). I could hear her plain as day.

"Reeeeereereeeeeee I'm fucking stressed out reereeeeereeereerereee I'm fucking sick of it this's got to stop rereeeeeeeererereeeeeee four more fucking days of this shit reeeeeeeeee....!" All of it with that nasty little cutting undertone that bitches can have when they're really going to town.

I turned my head and looked at her as I was walking past. Pretty good looker, IMO - for a mid-thirties bitch. Long legs, blond hair, good shape, and what probably would have been a delicately pretty face if she wasn't twisting it into the shape of her fucked-up emotional/mental state. Looked like a vicious harpy (though maybe that was prejudice on my part).

I kept walking while checking her out pretty damn obviously. She suddenly realised when I was about 5 meters (yards) away and made a lame excuse and hung up. Probably my face showed some of my disgust and she finally picked up on it - took her long enough, I was blatant as hell with the checking her out.

Goes to show: no matter how sexy as fuck she might be, someone somewhere is fed up with her bullshit.

Kept on walking. Good walk around the lake, maybe two miles - sure felt it, being out of shape, though.

Cheers,
BPS

Retarded Doublethink Whores

Ran across this from the men on /r/MGTOW, seems to be referencing this page about Japanese wimminz retarded children being tricked into being porn stars whores:

TOKYO: Young, pretty and hoping for stardom, Saki Kozai thought she had found her ticket to fame after an apparent model scout spotted her on a Tokyo street and offered her a job.

Then just 24 years old, starstruck and excited, she quickly signed a deal with the agency he introduced her to, believing that she would soon star in promotion videos.

In fact, it was not a modelling agency, and on her first day Kozai discovered the job required her to have sex on camera.

”I couldn’t take off my clothes. All I could do was cry,” she told AFP, adding that she saw no way out of her dire situation.

”There were about 20 people around me, waiting. No woman could say‘no’ when they’re surrounded like that,” she said.

Kozai, now 30, is among a growing number women who are stepping out of the shadows to say they were forced to work in Japan’s multi-billion-dollar porn industry.

Adult films are widely available in Japan, which has a relatively liberal attitude toward pornography.

But the industry’s dark side is rarely discussed, nor are the rights of those who work in it.
Accusations that women were made to perform in sometimes brutal sex scenes, on film against their will, prompted the industry to issue an unprecedented apology and promise change.

The surprise mea culpa followed the June arrest of three Tokyo talent agents accused of forcing a woman to appear in more than 100 pornographic videos.

Like Kozai, the unnamed woman also thought she would be modelling.

Critics say porn recruiters trick young women -- including minors -- with promises of showbusiness stardom.

In other cases, girls have been lured by a lavish lifestyle before they are put to work in sex films to pay off the “debt”.

Agencies keep them stuck with threats, intimidation and fraudulent contracts.

Ah, so fucking retarded! Let's take a scalpel and mentally dissect these retards - both teh wimminz who are now "bravely speaking out" (hang on, before this they were "brave porn stars" who were "stretching social norms" (plus their vaginas)) and the leftist media who "must raise awareness" of their "plight".

After-The-Fact-Note: I see that commentor DangZagnut did a fine dissection of his own on the /r/MGTOW page. Excellent.

"Young, pretty, and hoping for stardom..." Flattered by the sudden attention that her looks got her, plus greedily jumping for money.

"Then just 24 years old..." At 24 you are an adult, not some stupid little 13yo cunt who lets peer pressure mold her willy-nilly.

"...she quickly signed a deal..." Also at 24 you are supposed to be able to read and write. Comprehension and a reasonable amount of competence is also generally expected of an adult.

"...on her first day Kozai discovered the job required her to have sex on camera." Case in point: you didn't read you stupid cunt.

"...she saw no way out of her dire situation." Because laws and the police do not exist, and asking your family (and even friends) for help is a foreign concept.

"There were about 20 people around me, waiting. No woman could say‘no’ when they’re surrounded like that..." Actually, she could have. They were just waiting, not beating her up and gang-raping her. That would be where the police come in. Except that police and laws do not exist.

"...a growing number women who are stepping out of the shadows to say they were forced to work in Japan’s multi-billion-dollar porn industry." Correction, you were simply too fucking spineless to say the word 'no' (a lot of mangina's have the same issue).

"Adult films are widely available in Japan, which has a relatively liberal attitude toward pornography." Supposedly Japan is the porn capital of the world. I guess like Thailand (especially Bangkok) is the sex capital of the world:

"...women were made to perform in sometimes brutal sex scenes, on film against their will..." Again too spineless to say 'no'. Also, the police and laws do not exist.

"The surprise mea culpa followed the June arrest of three Tokyo talent agents accused of forcing a woman to appear in more than 100 pornographic videos." Again, too spineless to say 'no'. Plus, she never got paid one red cent for getting fucked by other men on camera. Plus, the police and laws do not exist.

"Like Kozai, the unnamed woman also thought she would be modelling." Illiterate once more.

"Critics say porn recruiters trick young women -- including minors -- with promises of showbusiness stardom." These women are adults and chose their path in life. Except in the case of minors - in their case, mommy and daddy have severely fallen down on the job of protecting their children from predators and helping them to make the correct choice in life. It's more important for daddy to work himself to death doing 14+ hour days to support mommy's "lifestyle".

"...girls have been lured by a lavish lifestyle..." These women are adults and chose their path in life. "Moooore coocckkk!" Er, I meant to say: more money! Wait, in porn, that's the same fuckin' thing.

"Agencies keep them stuck with threats, intimidation and fraudulent contracts." Because the police and laws do not exist.

I could continue the dissection with every single word of the article, but hell with it. That's enough.

This is all horseshit. Brave porn starlets becoming #metoo spineless fucktards, now that they're faceplanting the wall - they've been reamed in every single hole repeatedly - and their vaginas have become worn out beef cheddar in a catcher's mitt.

Of course, the leftist media loves these types of doublethink stories. "If it bleeds, it leads."

These used-up whores are coming out of the woodwork to "garner sympathy" and "raise awareness" and become "brave, battling former porn stars" and enough of that too. It's enough to make me vomit.

Executive Summary: Low-class slut runs out of slut-fuel and now is attempting to gather public sympathy for her next role in life (that of "helping" those "poor, poor dears of wimminz" who "suffer" through this type of "exploitation" to "cope").

The only exploitation happening here is of the retarded herd who are incapable of thinking and seeing the bullshit going down with these fucked-up mental cases and their fucked-up enablers and users.

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Fucking Useless

Over on Amerika.org Brett Stevens has a post about why minority groups are poor:

On the nationalist side of politics, we frequently encounter a converse: if our people are thriving, and everyone else is starving, must this not be the result of our actions?

In the common human lexicon, if one group is thriving and another is not, because on a social level we assume them to be the same, this leaves only the conclusion that the thriving group victimized the less-thriving group.

We arrive at this conclusion because the notion of equality commands it. If we say that humans are equal, then we must explain the obvious contradiction of that statement by results in reality, and the only answers available to us involve those unequal people being victims.

On the whole, it is a damn good post - brings up some interesting thoughts. However it is missing something: it's not just African-Americans (or any particular ethnicity). There's poor white trash as well. Poor Amerindian trash. Poor Indian trash. Poor Arab trash. What's missing is what the cause of the problem as a whole is.

Being from the old non-politically-correct days, I can define the cause of the whole problem in three simple words:

They're fucking useless.

Every person on this planet with a fucking brain (that means anyone over 70-IQ) can immediately relate to those three words. They stab right into the gut and strip away all lies and delusions.

Better: those words also apply to every piece of shit who spouts the whole "equality" mantra. They're fucking useless too. If they were of any use they'd go out and succeed, in whatever it is that they do. Instead they make a living enabling the fucking useless.

They can't be successful? Because of whitey? Or men? No. That's why they dribble shit about "equality" - they expect to be the recipients of it. Recipients in the form of "give me a fuckin' handout man, I need it to cope" as a direct parasite, and recipients in the form of "those poor, poor dears - they need a hand - I'll help them to get it" and clipping the ticket on the way through as an indirect parasite.

Including the brainwashing academics who push that horseshit about "equality" to all and sundry.

Remember Monty Python's Life of Brian, where the group yells "splitter!" At that point communism died. Similar, at the point of "they're fucking useless", the entire mantra of equality and feminism and Marxism and socialism died. It's just a walking zombie, rotting away, attempting to survive off the living.

Up to you if you want to let it continue. My preference is Rule #2: Double Tap that motherfucker. Which is the whole point of Going Ghost and not feeding the system.

Now let's make it clear that IQ has very little to do with people who are fucking useless. Some examples:

I have a family member up north in New Zealand, he's very bright - about an IQ127 or so. He's got all the electronics tickets, was doing high-end industrial electronics for years in New Zealand and Australia (dams, electrical distribution, mining, you-name-it). He basically had a large chunk of life handed to him on a plate when his mother (my Grandmother) died. Yet, he's getting old and has basically nothing. He pissed it away. He keeps on pissing it away. He's fucking useless.

Muhammad Ali, Cassius Marcellus Clay Jr., IQ85 according to the army. Sure, not that bright intellectually - yet he was very successful. No way in hell could we put him into the fucking useless camp, despite his brain-injuries from boxing. (Died June 3, 2016 - farewell.)

The brainwashed fools who come out of college, roughly IQ115 yet no skills of any worth, so they go and become Antifa activists. If they were of any use, they wouldn't be rent-a-thugs. They'd be more on the ball, making money, succeeding in life. Instead, they're fucking useless. (Remember a certain person screaming "you're a fucking white male" at a camera? Yeah.)

From these three examples we can see that "fucking useless" is actually a mentality of being lazy and doing stupid shit and expecting everything to be given to you on a fucking plate. For which mentality, every action actually does have an eventual consequence, thank you reality.

You want a shining example of how fucking useless the left as a whole is? Read this and weep. They glorify the process of shitting all over our civilization, our social microclimate.

When it comes to "the poor", history is filled with people who started dirt-poor and who became extremely rich and successful. For all of that, there are still a bunch of people who stay dirt-poor. Plus plenty of people who start out reasonably well-off and piss it all away, ending up dirt-poor.

To all those who are fucking useless, thank you. You pieces of shit show starkly how me and others are so goddamn great. I hope you stay fucking useless and die an ignominious death, old poor and powerless. Even better, from starvation after being denied the opportunity for more parasitism, aka living off my fucking money.

Now fuck off.

Do You Get It Now?

So I've been reading a few of the semi-recent articles out in the PUAsphere. It seems like every few months someone mouths off about "oh the 8+ girls just aren't bitchy on the whole", etc. They admit that there are a few, very few and far between. Mostly though, not bitchy.

Of course, there's always "reasons" why. As I remember seeing, a commentor stated: "Yes, because you can be nice as pie when everything has gone your way all your life." That man was looking clearly.

I suspect that there's some form of "why you hate good-looking bitches bro?" behind the mindset of these things. Possibly also a chunk of "she's pleasant - you gay or something bro?" in there too. Like, you should be panting just for the opportunity to attempt to run your game on her.

In my opinion, they just don't get it.

Look at women today. Even the "no makeup" has touches of blender and concealer and whatever-the-fuck they call it. Because the gunk screws up their skin. The full makeup - there's a reason that it's called fakeup. It's especially bad when it's OTT.

You get to where you can see through it and it just turns you off. Because you have the experience to know that what's underneath is nowhere near so pretty.

Stop. Step back. Look at pretty women.

How much of their looks is fakeup?

How much of their personality is fakeup?

Oh yes, she has a "nice" surface. Once you've had the experience with many women though - not just dating/fucking, I'm including knowing them well as friends and looking through Crap-Colored Glasses™ at how they actually act - the underneath becomes far more evident.

You start to smell the entitled mindset that underlies the pleasant manners.

You see the bland emptiness, the brainless fluff that a lot of men find "entertaining".

You become aware of the drama and gossip that they seem to find worthwhile in life.

It starts to grate.

To the point where it turns me off. (I can't speak for others, though I suspect that many have a similar reaction.)

Do you get it now?

We are attuned to the crap mindset. The personality. The expectations. The entitlement. The doublethink and lies that she tells herself. "I'm a good person, I would never cheat on my man!" "Oooohhhh, that guy makes me soooo horny!"

They'll even admit it to you, sub-rosa. Come up to you and say: "There's something about your smell that really turns me on." This when you know that she's got a long-term boyfriend, and she knows you know, and you know she knows you know, and all that doublethink is going on. Because she's offering you the option to subtly make a pass at her. So she can see if you're any good in bed, in which case *pow* you're now her boyfriend and the prior is going "wha? whuh? eh? huh?" and looking around dazed.

Which a lot of guys will do, fuck a girl behind the boyfriend's back. It's the mindset behind the old PUAs boyfriend-destroyer routine, and the people who target married women. "You just weren't man enough to keep your woman, so I fucked her behind your back. Tough shit pal."

"I'm not a prostitute, but fifty bucks is fifty bucks."

"I'm looking for a long-term relationship with good chemistry. (I'm horny, fuck me senseless!)"

When you really internalize the sub-rosa thinking, and understand the hidden entitled thinking, you can take advantage of it. Eventually though, you get bored as hell with it.

My thinking has become: "She's just another woman. Nothing special there. Don't bother, not worth the effort."

The PUAsphere can make the sub-rosa or overt shaming attempts if they wish. They are simply clueless for the moment.

Enough experience with women, they will start to get the same way.

Social Disintegration: Deluded Male Validation

Well, fuck. This is about us men, our brainwashing, our recognizing our brainwashing, our trying to break free of our brainwashing -

- real painful and good shit like that.

I will start by putting this squarely at the feet of mommy dearest.

It especially affects those of us (myself included) who were bought up solely by mommy dearest, at least for a very large part of our formative years.

A little background: mommy dearest married a career criminal. Very good choice of marriage material that one - talk about stupidity uber allez. It is documented that said daddy the career criminal went into jail for various reasons, for a long time, so mommy dearest eventually got a divorce - sensibly.

In this she was a step above the modern brave, battling single mommy out there. She did have adequate reason (brought on by her own fuckin' stupidity, therefore lame). She did get her shit together (eventually, which isn't fucking saying much).

In the process of bringing up the young cobbers (me and my bro) one of the things that she taught us was that our worth was absolutely tied to female validation. Any female validation. It didn't matter the female involved, her worth, circumstances, or whatever. Could be a deformed retard, doesn't matter.

Think about this. Look around you. I'm pretty damn sure that you will see this dynamic in many, many men. It's the source of Golden Vagina Syndrome in women. Put that pussy on a "can do no wrong" pedestal. Yes, the sun shines outta that slot-C. Slap a big ole diamond ring on that ho. You know you wanna.

I'm honest enough to say that I can see it in myself. Even now, it sometimes rears its ugly head and slaps me around. Which makes me wanna choke myself whenever I do or think something based upon this kind of stupid shit.

Fuckin' hard to break.

See, there are no filters on that conditioning. They're unconditional. No filters that state: "What is the worth of this woman? Is she even worth enough for her validation, her opinion, to mean more than a fistful of shit?"

Let's be honest: most of the women out that that are available (and that the PUAs chase, especially in bars and the like) are utter shit.

Skanks. Ho's. Sluts. Flashy-looking trash.

Often mouthy and denigrating, too.

Yet, we crave women's attention and validation so much - we have been brainwashed, conditioned, to desire it above all else - that we will even take it from a stripper/whore spinning around on a fuckin' pole in front of us. Wishing that it was our fuckin' pole she was spinning on.

A piece of meat skank ho slut who probably sucks cock for $$$ in the back-room. Nice-looking face. Nice-looking slim body. We crave its validation. Crave it so fuckin' badly - that it can reject us and we are crushed inside.

Really fuckin' sad when you think about it.

This is the power that the pussy has over us.

Every time we right-swipe some ho on tinder, every time we talk with a slut on plenty of fatties, every time we dance like a fuckin' monkey for some bitchy cunts' entertainment.

We have been seriously fucked in the head all our lives, to get into such a stinking bad mental state of craving female validation. So long as it looks good, it could be rotten with every disease on the planet, we could even know that it's rotten with these diseases plus a few man-made ones - and we'd still crave validation from it.

One frown, one harsh word, and we're crushed. Scarred. Unworthy of existence.

Could be a goddamn rocket scientist, put a spacecraft on an asteroid, and when the harpy-brigade goes for the throat because of your hawai'ian shirt - the ultimate in irrelevance to the achievements that we've managed - we cave in and cry and abjectly apologize.

Like wet tissue-paper.

Put the bullshit-filters in place. "What is the worth of this woman?" In many cases, the worth boils down to: overly tattooed skank ho that's taken so many drugs and drunk so much alcohol and sucked so much dick that it's gotten the thousand-cock stare before age twenty. Plus she's lost half her teeth, probably because she mouthed off to the wrong man.

Our irrational brainwashing has no bounds, and can be bloody hard to wipe away.

God damn you, mommy dearest.

Wheels Coming Off The Gravy Train

So the wheels are coming off the gravy train again, heheh.

Yes, I'm a little tipsy. High stress work, sometimes my Fe/Ni starts going around in futile and ever-decreasing circles of inanity. Alcohol shuts the bullshit down and calms me a little, so long as I don't have too much. (That's Jungian Cognitive Function-speak, if you really care.)

So, the gravy train is starting to derail once again. But wait a minute:

Which wheels?

Which gravy train?

Why, the gravy train that is the PUA's pussy-wagon, of course! Over on RoK they have recently had another hit piece: 4 Ways to Stop Being a MGTOW.

Tch tch tch. The usual shaming bullshit getting flung out again...the monkeys are seeing others walk off the plantation and decide to throw their monkey-poo at all and sundry...feminist-style shaming monkey-poo, of course.

Which brings up a few very interesting thoughts. Why do they feel they have to throw the monkey-poo with such lively abandon? It's like it happens every six months or so...quietens down...then flares up again.

Then it clicks (to me).

The 93% chance of all marriages ending up in divorce, within 10 years (my last post).

Oh my. So here we have Roosh peddling his snake-oil of new masculinity (where are these unicorns you're expecting your new men to marry? fucktard) - but there is a bigger, more pressing issue.

No, it's not that a lot of men are going MGTOW. (Though any lost sale to the head honcho's of the PUAsphere must rankle something bad.)

No, it's not that the new masculinity is going down the tubes. (Is it? I've not bothered keeping an eye on that to see. I wouldn't be surprised. It's just a slightly reddish tinge to the blue pill, attempting to drag men back to the plantation.)

It's actually that the men going MGTOW are taking the props away from the civilization, the plantation, that allows the PUAsphere to exist.

Y'see, no civilization = a lesser variety of free pussy for the dancing monkeys to take advantage of.

When everything turns to third-world levels of crime and stupidity, it actually becomes dangerous to be a monkey that dances for free pussy.

Wanna fuck some dude's girlfriend or wife? Get caught, you're either dead or beaten to a pulp.

There might be a "veneer" of law, which applies only to the powerful and high-status in life. (Which applying will only be to the advantage of the powerful and high-status, being leveraged against the weak and powerless and trash that is the rest of society.)

In the back-streets themselves, gutter-law rules. Fuck my girl, me'n my bro's will fuck you up good, mate.

Social status posturing and posing?

Nah. Gutter-law is a baseball bat to the kneecaps and nuts.

Funny, in a way. I dragged myself out of gutter-law, only to find that society as a whole is dragging itself back in to it.

The PUAs free-pussy-wagon? The wheels are coming off. The street has eyes. The eyes don't report to the law. The eyes pass it on to the gutter-law.

Show respect, you'll get along good. No respect? Goan fuck you up, cut you up, mate. Then I'll slice that cunt up too. Fix you both, show everyone not to cross me, mate.

The most deliciously ironic thing? The PUAs are taking advantage of a declining civilization. In r/K terms, they're teaching themselves to use the rabbit breeding strategy. (Humorous. Self-improvement! Become a wolf! So you can breed like a rabbit. Fucking humorous.)

But these rabbits, they're cannibals...eat each other...and you're putting yourselves into their feeding-chain.

Ya know what? You did it to yourself.

What more can you say? Time for a little more Grand Marnier, then out like a light. To sleep, perchance to dream, and hopefully it's not a fuckin' nightmare like so many people are dragging the world into.

Death of a Manspace

I've been away from my gym for a couple of weeks, it's been difficult staying in semi-shape for that time. Even doing a lot of walking, and some bodyweight exercises, I gained a couple kilos. So I go back...what do I see...

NEW

Female Friendly Workout Zone

SCULPT

(I won't put up the picture - too identifying - you get the drift.)

Oh my.

So looking around, an area of about 1/4 of the gym - that used to be filled with various machines designed to push iron to the sky - has been partitioned off with some cutesy screens with a cutout of some stylized silhouette of a sculptured chick. It's all marked up now with "Women's Only Zone" and shit like that. Said screens basically allowing people to peek through.

I walked to the entrance of the area and looked around inside. Spacious - you could almost say expansive. A few machines around the outer area, the middle totally open. Plenty of friendly space for teh wimminz to work out in.

I look at the remaining 3/4 of the gym. Most of the original machines have been crammed into it, making things cramped and inconvenient for teh eeeevil menz.

"Female Friendly" - reverse those two. Female becomes male, Friendly becomes unfriendly. Male Unfriendly.

I can smell the trainwreck coming a mile away. Cater to the pussy. One day, some man will be noticed casually glancing at the area, and teh wimminz will be going "oh, we don't feel safe any more".

These cunts belong in Contours, a women-only gym. Not in this gym. Not around guys who have stainless-steel bowling balls for nuts.

I'm already looking for a new gym. I might be shit outta luck. That's the problem with living in the ass-end of nowhere in Bum Fuck New Zealand.

You Poor Bastards

From Goodbye America:

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

Fuck's sake.

You Made Your Choice

On the (round) heels of Flashy Trashy, I have to say: you made your choice.

Let's explain this a bit.

Women didn't have to get trashy to get attention. They could get it anyway. There have always been sluts and whores in the world, men have always been able to find them. Women worth marrying had to work at it to get their man.

Men didn't have to let women get trashy. It happened almost by default. Can't stand to listen to her whinge and whine and bitch - so eventually you toss the cunt a bone. Just to shut her fuckin' mouth.

Bad move in both cases.

In my opinion the flashy-trashy women came into being through sheer laziness. Instead of showing to society (and men) that you're a good (prospective) wife and mother, capable of keeping a good house and the like - it's easier to flash a bit of leg, ass, and pussy. A lot of fun too. Instead of having to work at learning all it takes to make a home and to bring up children decently, dangle your privates in his face.

Is there any wonder the mentality of "I have the golden vagina that trumps all" which has taken over society. Is it any wonder that any chance of a NAWALT has died, because it had to conform to this mentality and compete with the other flashy-trashy women, just to get themselves a man of some stripe. Any stripe. It doesn't matter, at least it's a man to get you through life. Until you get bored.

Team Womyn™ fucked themselves over quite thoroughly, in their quest for "independence" and "fairness" and "equality". They have succeeded in their race to the bottom.

Strangely enough, in my opinion the evolution of flashy-trashy women came into being through a mixture of laziness and inertia on men's part. The laziness came in with Men letting girls get away with just about anything, in small and incremental steps. "Give him an inch, he'll take an ell." These days, it's a mile.

The inertia is simply a case of generations between most of these changes. Go back 150-200 years when things seemed to work better. But nobody remembers that! So inertia sets in. The mentality becomes "this is the way it's always been" and instead of taking away what was given, you start clamoring for some of that yourself. Thus the MRAs fighting within the system to change it and make it more "equal". Good luck, guys.

The inches were taken decades - perhaps centuries - ago. The mile is evident when I walk down the street and see drunken brawls, pools of puke, and people passed out. When I see people posting up a selfie on facecrap of themselves unconscious with an empty bottle of tequila and writing things like: "Wow how'd that happen heheheh!" All a big fuckin' laugh, aye.

This is both men and women. All a big joke, lets go do it again. You getting pissed on Friday? Oh, Wednesday night party? I'm in! Work Thursday? Who gives a flying fuck? Let's get shitfaced!

When I was young (old fuckin' fogey that I am) you saw a pool of puke or a fight like maybe a couple times a year. Decorum was expected - even of the trashy women. These days, the puke happens every night on the town. I can't speak for the brawling - I left that scene long ago. Boring as fuck, the people in it were boring as fuck, and it simply wasn't my way. Not my path through life.

It's completely fuckin' creepy the shit that is taken as normal behavior these days. Here's a prime example from the people that I used to "associate" with in dance (I decided that I didn't have time for that crap). A girl whose boyfriend posted up a pic of her on facecrap - she was shooting an air-rifle. She asked him to take it down because she was concerned that her employer would see that and view it dimly.

Her posting pictures of drunkeness was taken as a matter of course. Passed out. The aftermath of a party. Stating that she had to clean up so-and-so who had puked all over the show - or themselves. That she took someone home because they got totally smashed. Got fuckin' high (!) on something, talked about all over facecrap. About as fuckin' public as you can get.

Never mind her obvious and oblivious association with absolute crappy people. Her shooting an air rifle was of concern. This twat is working to get an MBA in her after-hours spare time. Never mind that public drunkenness and the admission of getting high on a semi-regular basis - the air rifle is of concern. Her employers might see that.

In reality the air rifle was the least of her worries. In fact it was the most fucking wholesome part of her "lifestyle". Completely creepy and whacked in the head.

Going back to inertia. All these sluts and whores flashing their legs, ass, and pussy at a man - if that's all he can see around, he thinks it's normal. The inertia has kicked in. Nobody is restraining such behavior in any manner. Therefore it must be normal. He may as well join in, what the fuck, this is what normal people do.

He becomes crap in his turn. Tattoos. Piercings. What the fuck, there's plenty of examples of it. Those maggots are getting pussy, too. Drama. Horseshit. Sally blurts out that she's pregnant. You're pregnant?! Hey, Sally's knocked up! Holy fuck, I'm leaving town! Whadda ya mean you're leaving town - the whole fucking town is leaving town!

Out comes the sproglet. It looks around. Oh, so this is normal. Suck that thumb kid. Yeah, this is normal.

The cycle of trash goes around.

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Serving Divorce Papers

So, this turd was recently dropped by The New York Daily Turd:

Judge says Brooklyn woman can use Facebook to serve divorce papers

A Brooklyn woman scored a judge’s approval to legally change her relationship status to “single” via Facebook. 

In a landmark ruling, Manhattan Supreme Court Justice Matthew Cooper is allowing a nurse named Ellanora Baidoo to serve her elusive husband with divorce papers via a Facebook message. 

Baidoo, 26, “is granted permission serve defendant with the divorce summons using a private message through Facebook,” with her lawyer messaging Victor Sena Blood-Dzraku through her account, Cooper wrote. 

“This transmittal shall be repeated by plaintiff’s attorney to defendant once a week for three consecutive weeks or until acknowledged” by her hard-to-find hubby.
“I think it’s new law, and it’s necessary,” said Baidoo’s lawyer, Andrew Spinnell.

A sign of the sad degeneration of our times, when a fuckin' social media platform can be used for the transmission of fuckin' LEGAL DOCUMENTS.

Sheeeit!

Oh. Wait. I didn't think it through properly.

FEMALE PRIVILEDGE! SHEEEIT!

Just goes to show, doesn't it. I hope that the guy had the nouse to disable his Facebook - even if he's not using it no more. (Yes, even if they're both from Ghana, and he's jacking her around. Not relevant. What's relevant is that this is a bloody dangerous precedent to set. What comes next: "I divorce you. I divorce you. I divorce you." via the phone, or text, or just writing it up on a random wall?)

Fuck these entitled whores and their enablers. Don't make it any easier for 'em than you can.

We Need to Talk

Translation: You are in deep fucking shit.

This is the most balls-shriveling thing you will ever hear a woman say. It is the prelude to an emotional attack upon you. Which is why your balls shrivel up reflexively: you've been through hundreds, perhaps thousands, of these in your lifetime.

They never get better.

Response: No. You need to shut up or fuck off.

Flip it.

Stick it to her.

Shut her down.

Walk away.

You don't have time for this crap. Or the energy or interest.

Criminal Coders

Normally I bitch about the bullshit that women pull in society. This is slightly different - though it does expose a different kind of poison going on in society.

It looks like the leftoid fucktards are now attempting to teach long-term prison inmates (from San Quentin) how to be coders:

Prison Program Aims to turn Criminals into Coders

I nearly killed myself laughing. Especially at this priceless bit from the article:

Shawn Drost was recruited by Silicon Valley venture capitalist Chris Redlitz to design the skill-building program to help reduce California's 61 percent recidivism rate.

Redlitz said he is talking to businesses that are ready to hire these people. 

"It's a large-demand industry, and to be very frank," Redlitz said, "if you can write great code, people don't care about anything else."

What planet are these dumbass leftist motherfuckers from?

Okay, I can get behind the idea of teaching these guys some new skills. Good on 'em. You gotta try something to keep them out of trouble. Plus, yes, it gives these guys hope that they can have a decent life-and-job when they get out. I'm definitely all for that.

But...computer programming skills? What whacktard thought this one up? Many of the current coding jobs are being outsourced to China, India, and Pakistan - a lot of laid-off coders ended up selling Real Estate after the DotCom shit blew up and before the housing bubble meltdown. They couldn't get jobs later, so they went where there were jobs. (Don't know what the poor bastards are doing now.)

Recently the USofA turned around and put together special H1B Visa quotas. Reason: so that companies in the USofA could hire-and-import overseas computer programmers for a song instead of paying the average $55+k that USA programmers expect. Cheap bunch of motherfuckers.

If these guys get out of prison and get into coding - good on them. I have strong doubts. I suspect that these leftist retards are really going to be training the next lot of cybercriminals.

Fucking clueless leftards.

Disregard Society

You can basically figure that 99+% of society is bullshit.

It's a very simple observation, plain enough if you're willing to actually open your eyes and look at it even semi-cynically. If one person is supposed to act in X-manner and gets crapped on if they try to do something else, while another person is allowed to act in whatever manner they choose without any consequences - there is one hell of an imbalance there.

Especially if Person #2 gets held up as a shining example of wonderfulness, no matter what crap they might happen to do or come out with. Especially if Person #2 gets given the get-out-of-jail-free card "just because" they are Person #2. Especially if Person #1 is expected to support Person #2 no matter what.

Imbalances get taken advantage of. Either deliberately and with thought (often in games, I've done it many times myself - in fact I like to look for the crack where I can insert the crowbar and twist) and sometimes accidentally as opportunity presents itself.

Am I saying that society was set up deliberately this way as some kind of overarching plan? No - I don't believe in that kind of tinfoil hat bullshit. General stupidity and greed is way more likely the culprit than deliberate malice and machinations and some oogie-boogie overall plan. 'Cause in my view people just ain't smart enough overall to come up with a plan to deliberately cause this bullshit to come into being over several generations.

What I do think is that there was some basic opportunism which happened. Things were noted, were enhanced, were built upon, were taken advantage of, etc. One card stacked upon the next, and the next, and the next - until the entire stack is as shaky as hell and just needs a few more cards placed on top in weird-ass places to unbalance things more. Then it'll require only a tiny little tremor to set off the chain-reaction of everything falling-in socially.

So where does this leave us? With a system that is basically broken as-is. I personally think that it's too damn difficult - probably impossible - to try to fix the system to something better ("fairer"? hah!). I don't think that there's a hope in hell of rolling it back to the more original, non-fucked system. Especially when Person #2 has a sub-rosa vested interest in the status-quo, if not fucking it up more. So what can I do about this?

I can say "screw it" and go do my own thing.

I can disregard society as a whole, leave it hanging and swinging in the wind. Eventually it'll kick itself to death. Especially if a whole lot of other disgruntled people look at it, roll their eyes, and say "screw it - I wonder if the fish are biting".

If there's nothing holding it up, it'll fall down of it's own accord. Especially if the more bloody-minded and angry People #1 types give it a couple of departing kicks in the appropriate places on their way to the fishing-hole. Knock out some of the very few remaining props. Suddenly kaboom, smash, thump, and a mess of cards everywhere with loads of People #2 looking around dazed and stupid.

"Hey, what happened?"

"You were stupid damn sheep and broke it. Now do you wanna try something a bit more workable - or would you rather cut your own wrists instead?"

I wouldn't be surprised if a good number of them just slit their own wrists. So many of these stupid damn sheep are too proud and unbending for their own good. (You could say the same for People #1 too - although #1 is generally the powerless screwee where #2 is generally the empowered screwer. All that #1 can realistically manage is to do is do their best to avoid #2 as much as possible.)

Either way the problem gets solved.

New Male Contraceptives

In addition to good-old-Vaselgel in the pipeline (in the USA) there are two more being tested:

We're Closer Than Ever to a Birth Control Pill for Men

Of course, teh wimminz will oppose the use of this option for men - along with anything remotely like it - with great sound and fury. "We cannot trust men to take responsibility for birth control!" Foam dribble drool.

Do a Google search for "how to trap my boyfriend with a baby":

A sincere hello to JudgyBitch for having the top-ranked result. Good on ya girl. Though I digress. Note the 4.8 million results.

Soooooo - women can't trust men to take responsibility for birth control, huh. Especially when it's reported that something like 40% of babies are "whoopsies", were not planned, they "just happened". Amazing. Especially when The Pill (used correctly) has a scientifically-proven <1% failure rate.

Plus 4.8 million hits relating to chicks trapping their boyfriend with a baby. Plus warnings of pinpricks in condoms, flushing condoms (a warning to famous members of sports teams), and girls voluntarily shoving a man's semen up their vagina to purposely get preggers - after he blew his load in her mouth/on her face/on her tits/on her back.

Whoopsies my fucking ass. Can't trust men my fucking ass. I smell the stinking shit of women's projection and privilege. The real reason that women oppose men's birth control: teh wimminz can no longer entrap a man into slavery through having his baby.

Fuck off you sick, two-faced, greedy, miserable cunts.

At any rate. As a man, if you fuck around, then you need to take full control of your reproductive actions. Taken from WolframAlpha (United States annual births) here is a great example of why:

If 40% of those 4.24 million babies per year are "whoopsies", that is 1.696 million unplanned pregnancies. Do you seriously think that 1,696,000 babies are actual "whoopsies", when there scientifically there should be less than 42,400 babies?

You cannot trust these cunts. Seriously. That's why the PUAs always say to wrap it up (aside from the risk of STDs with these hoes - another subject entirely). That's why many Manosphere men get themselves snipped.

Protect yourself from pregnancy-theft. Protect the unborn from a shitty upbringing by a single mommy. Work hard to get your contraceptive options made mainstream and socially-accepted.

Though given the whining and wailing of most Western women, you might be forced to go to where you can get a procedure done - have it done - and then come back home. Medical travel. Because you might never get the chance here.

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Crap Colored Glasses

Writer Anonymous stated in a comment on my last post:

I got my shit colored glasses after blowing $6k on a stripper/whore 19 years ago. So you got yours pretty cheap in comparison.

I was going to reply to him, then realized that he deserved better. He - and other readers - deserve a clearer explanation of my often-used closing statement of: "Crap Colored Glasses™, only $1k the pair and cheap at 10x the price". Plus the history behind it.

I believe that I have put up some of the history at various times, though probably not all of it. Or very scattered, all over the show. So understand straight up here: it did not cost me a simple $1k to get my crap-colored glasses. It did not cost $10k to get them. With wasted time and life and missed opportunity costs it was well over $500k, closer to $600k.

That's being extremely conservative. See: Is That Pussy Worth It? for a clearer idea.

See, in my youth I was basically playing around and all that stuff with regards to women. Probably reasonably textbook "Alpha" as it is defined in certain sections of the Manosphere. Eventually got it together enough to go into partnership with some guys and put together an IT company. We started making some serious dollars.

Then I decided that it was time to settle down and be a responsible fuckin' adult. I drank the Kool Aid™ - slugged it back pretty hard - went all the way into so-called "Beta" as it's put in certain sections of the Manosphere. Wife, house, lookin' at a family down the line, you get the shitty picture. It can hit you hard if you aren't paying attention. Or if you listen to society and decide that that's what you "should" do, to help keep fuckin' civilization going and all.

On the surface, my ex-cunt probably hit the jackpot so far as our feminized society was concerned and the billing and cooing of all the femicunts around. Which amongst women, that's all that matters.

Then she hit The Bloat™, played the "I'm not haaaappy" card, and *flush* everything down the toilet. The only reason that I had anything left was because I made it abundantly clear to her and to all the lawyers involved that I'd pursue a Scorched Earth Policy™ if they pushed hard enough.

Fuck the consequences to me, I'll survive better'n her.

So yeah, I have a house (too big for me) and part of a business still. Thank goodness that there were no children to get caught up in the meat-grinder, nor do we typically pay alimony in New Zealand. (It is possible, simply very uncommon - it's called "Spousal Support". A massive fuckin' crock of shit whatever the name.)

So there's the history-bit. Now to the explanation of Crap Colored Glasses™.

These days I spend about $20 a week being social. Work out the numbers: 20 x 50 = $1,000 a year. In prior times I spent a lot more, learning to dance and socializing and et-fucking-cetera. Now that's dropped down to $1k - lunch, the occasional beer, BBQ, simple shit like that. I spend way more each year doing self-improvement with weight-training at a gym with a personal trainer.

Occasionally you end up with a woman. It's been two so far this year. They don't last long: invariably they do something completely fuckin' stupid and shaft themselves. The average cunt these days has the brains and attention-span of a flea.

Alternatively, you could spend about $200 a week fucking a younger, tighter whore. With a going rate of: 200 x 50 = $10,000 a year for paid pussy. There's the "cheap at 10x the cost" bit, which is where it appears that Anonymous fell into things and earned his Crap Colored Glasses™. Good on you man. You got it cheap.

Because you can go the full half-million-dollar self-chosen ball-roast like I did. Decide that that pussy is worth it. Put your nuts in her purse. Lose a large amount of every damn thing you've ever built up over your entire life, plus what you probably would have done without her around. As per "Is That Pussy Worth It?" above.

I was lucky. I didn't lose everything. It could have happened, start over from zerch.

Was that pussy worth it? Worth the lost opportunities? Worth the wasted money that should have been invested properly? Worth the mind-fuck-games? Worth the passive-aggressive bullshit? Worth the arguing? Worth the snide remarks? Worth the snotty attitude from a cunt who basically didn't make $50k a year and spent more than that? Worth being around a crazy BPD/NPD cunt?

Fuck no.

Which is why this blog is here. "Exposing the black poison in the soul of the world." Pointing out all this fuckin' crazy shit that women do. Pointing out the crap that has been ladled into our heads to hide that crazy shit. Thinking random thoughts about all the crazy shit going on. Trying to help in some small way so that some men get those damn cautionary tales brought to their attention, so that they don't go around blind and unthinking in their lives.

Being sarcastic as fuck at times, tryin' to keep it real as fuck, twisting the viewpoint around to look at things from many weirdass angles. Even hers, trying to look out through the eyes of the shallow, inane, insane.

My tiny way of paying it back to the world of 3.5 billion men that I will never meet. Every post as shallow as the surface where you roll your eyes and gloss over it in a few seconds before moving on. Every post as deep as you can bring yourself to look down the fuckin' black hole of shit before you start shakin'.

A small voice tryin' to help you be free.

In a way, this - the so-called Manosphere - is some of the wisdom that we lost with the Boomer generation. Those fuckwits turned their back completely on the prior generation who had fought two hard wars, put together money, and were "successful" despite all that shit. Not that they were the absolute best in life - however they generally had it together reasonably well.

But, no. Turn on, tune in, drop out. "My olds were such squares maaaan." "Enslaved and working for the system maaaan." "Never trust anyone over 30 maaaan." Fuckin' hippies.

There is the surface world, the gynocentric, pussy-owns-everything, femicunt paradise. Yeah there's a few cracks in it - chasms for the older cunts. On the whole though, it's all fluffy: babies, elves, faeries, Harry Potter, unicorns that shit rainbows, limp-wristed adaptations of 50 Shades of Shit. It's all about her and how she feels.

Under the surface, in the real world, it all runs on blood, sweat and diesel. This is the part that's all about him and how he bleeds.

Some of mine got caught in the gears of slavery, though I managed to extract myself with relatively minimal pain. So I do my best to show others the gears, levers, pullies, camshafts, rollers, et-fucking-cetera. So they hopefully won't get caught in it - or can maybe extract themselves with less hassles.

Crap Colored Glasses™, only $1k the pair and cheap at 10x the cost. Good luck Anonymous. The world is yours - as much of it as you want - so long as you are careful to not become a slave caught in the gears and rollers.

Time to sip some Grand Marnier, now I'm done with talkin'.

Socially Acceptable Excuses

Online dating is basically boring unless you happen to be in the middle of a fairly major city - like Auckland or Wellington. That said, you can still usually find a couple people out there who might be worth the effort. So every six months to a year I turn on the Plenty of Fatties profile, chuck in a couple of latest happenings, spruce it up with a couple fresh photos, and go looking for girls of interest.

If I'm lucky I'll find fifteen-twenty. (Strangely enough, blurb to the effect of "if you're fat, alcoholic, into drugs, going to a psychiatrist, or a drama-queen - I have no interest in getting to know the fabulous inner you" keeps the more overt weirdos away.)

In general I'll get three responses to my simple message.

Usually I'll get one date. It might progress to a fuck, a few weeks of fun, then she reveals herself to be batshit crazy -

- and it ends.

Now, while I'm basically on a hiatus regarding women, I decided that you might be amused by some of the shit that you can collect over the years.

Me: Let's go to X at 5pm on Y for a drink.

Her: Sounds good see you then.

...half an hour passes...

Her: Hi I can't make it because my daughter in Uni is sick and gonna be coming home for a bit and yadda yadda (aka I changed my mind and am too chickenshit to say so here's my pathetically-lame yet socially-acceptable excuse)

Me (hours later): No problem, hope your daughter gets well (aka I'm on to your bullshit and here's the socially-acceptable polite response now fuck off you dumb cunt)

And you just saved yourself twenty bucks and an hour's time by not showing up. This is assuming that she bothers to give you the heads-up at all - though quite a few are actually polite that way. I think it comes from preselecting certain types of girl.

There are plenty of others:

• Mixed-up messages, which you call out by saying "your message is incoherent - not very feminine" and all of a sudden she can write exceptionally fluently

• Messaging and she suddenly goes radio-silence on you

• Sometimes she comes back after a few weeks radio-silence with a message of "I had some personal issues which I didn't want to bother you with, they're sorted so let's meet" and you know the only issue she had was her fling/one-night-stand dumped her shitty ass

Always look at women's words through Crap-Colored Glasses™ to see the meaning in them. It's very enlightening and saves you tons of heartache and stupidity. It's also fucking amusing at times.