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...

Are They Morons Or Subversively Brilliant?

I was in the process of doing my little jot of Monk Mode, happy in my wee space while sorting out my life and torturing myself at the gym (especially with that bloody Ab-Wheel) -

- until I made the mistake of opening up social crapia and started vomiting in stanzas. Barf.

The latest piece of shit going around appears to be from the feminazi-leftist-fucktards who infest the world like maggots. I will insert it here, however I found it so patronizingly stupid and frustratingly juvenile and moronic that I couldn't watch more than about 30 seconds.

I strongly urge you to *NOT* watch this:

You watched that? You poor bastard. Quick, have some alcohol.

Now, all that fucking crap aside. You probably thought that this post was going to be a rant about "fucking moron asswipes, fucking idiot women should be taught not to put themselves in at-risk situations, less than 1% of men would actually commit rape, stop claiming false rape you cunts" and et-fucking-cetera.

While that lot is true - nope.

Once I recovered a bit, and relaxed for a couple days, I can't decide if the makers of this piece of shit are either morons - or subversively, ab-so-fucking-lutely, brilliant.

Because, thinking on a deeper level, you could probably not come up with a better way to absolutely piss off anyone who has:

1/ an IQ of 100+
2/ not been brainwashed to the point of death

So, is it the efforts of some mangina'd, feminazi-inspired lunacy? In which case: LOL you crazy cunts, thank you for showing your true colors!

Or, is it the efforts of some Black Knight genius? In which case: Thumbs up to you, you mad motherfucker - go hard!

It's all in the way you think about it. You decide.

PS: The best part about it, is that it's being spread by the crazy femicunts themselves. We don't need to say shit, just look at it and sneer. Simply remember to stay away from the crazy cunts who spread this "tea consent".

So Much To Do

Sitting in the smoko room at work.

The girls blabbering in the background.

Crazy-eyed fat twat: "I enjoyed living in Melbourne. There's so much to do there!"

Yes, the blather of the ADD-addled child. Jumping from one thing to the next. In conversation, in work, in life.

That's probably a part of why she moved from Australia back to New Zealand. To follow her boyfriend. Funny, she ain't married yet - and she's been working there for two-three years.

By her fatness you can guess her favorite pastime while in Melbourne.

Entertain meeeee!

Define Your Honor and Self

On my post about what marriage is for, commentor Anonymous said: "Today a man can only fight for his own honor. MGTOW is the new paradigm for men."

I must agree.

Which brings up an interesting point: many times, others use a Man's honor as a handle to move him.

Women and children first - the Concordia showed the popular paradigm-change there.

Get a woman knocked up, you marry her - these days you're generally not wanted by her anyway, though in many cases she's happy to put her hand into your wallet and take what she can.

Mistakes suck. Some mistakes make your life suck completely and for a very long time. Which is why the Men's wisdom that we try to pass on, out here in these wastelands of the interwebs.

Am I saying to not have honor? No.

What I'm saying is to look hard at what is your personal honor - and to not let others use your honor as a handle to move you.

This is what manipulative shaming tactics appear to target predominantly in men: their honor. "A real man would...", "Man up and...", et-fucking-cetera. The public perceptions of "what a man is". This is a liberty which far too many people (especially women) just reach out and take - when they do not have the right.

In the old days there was strong justification for it. It gave a moral structure to follow which helped people to grow, also to support civilization and society. These days, where women have dismantled the mechanisms for shaming towards women: we Men need to follow suit and dismantle some of the mechanisms for shaming men as well.

Here are some potential ways to do this:

1/ Realize that nobody - nobody! - has the right to shame you. Not women. Not men.

2/ Realize that any attempt to shame you is a form of manipulation for the benefit of the shamer. This might be as seemingly-simple as making them "feel good" (because they can control you) right up to extracting resources from you (your time or directly from your wallet).

3/ Realize that much of what is considered "honorable" for men is outright designed to give somebody a handle on you.

4/ Realize that you are at liberty to remove whichever of these handles you please.

5/ Realize that some of these handles are worthwhile - when they involve the mutual exchange of honor and respect between two parties (usually two Men, potentially between a Man and his Wife).

6/ Realize that some of these handles are worthwhile - because they also contribute to civilization and society.

So. Yes, you are free to become what society considers to be completely honorless scum. Am I advocating that? No. Some honor is required to function in this decaying civilization and society that we live in. In my eyes, honor and its attendant respect is definitely worthwhile between Men.

Be aware that the prior paragraph is effectively a shaming tactic. You are free to understand that and reject it utterly. Own your choice though, be responsible for it, accept any consequences that might come your way from your choices. Be aware that you will probably be considered as "honorless as a woman". (Yes, writing that lot is yet another shaming tactic on my part.)

On the whole, it seems to me that much of becoming a Man - of whatever stripe, MGTOW or MRA or PUA or something completely different - is defining for yourself what is your personal code of honor. From that comes what behaviors towards you are acceptable. What behaviors towards others are acceptable. Finally, what behaviors of yours are required to get along in life.

These are hard and often painful decisions - should you choose to walk down that path. Or you can continue to accept the "default" definitions which have been foisted on you through a lifetime of training by civilization and society, whether good or bad for you personally.

Nobody else need be involved. Nobody else need know. Nobody else's approval is needed. It's totally your choice.

All About Her Experiences

I love, love, love FaceCrap for all the attention-whoring that it reveals amongst my woman "intimates". A prime example has cropped crapped up in the last couple of days.

The Eagles are coming in concert to the Vector Arena in Auckland, sometime in March. Which is all cool and shit, 'cause I kinda like the eagles. I grew up with 'em.

Along comes this decent-looking 35+ self-entitled twat splurting out with: "I spent $2,200 to go see him in March!"

I'm raising my eyebrows - really, $2,200 to go see a live performance of The Eagles? What fucking crack have you been smoking? Some of her other male friends seem to be just as incredulous - one commenter asks if she got gold-plated seats and gets to keep them. Oh no - she bought tickets for herself, her mother, and her father. Over $700 apiece (platinum seats - gold, so passé).

Incredible daughter alert indeed! She's also dribbling about this being the 3rd time seeing them live. One of her (female) friends is dribbling about how it's worth every penny (note the female validation from the herd).

Myself, I'm laughing inside. Half a week's wages per ticket for a fairly hefty-working Joe around here. Someone on minimum wage (about $15 an hour) that's a week's wages per ticket. More actually, once das gubermint rips out the taxes. Spent on a concert.

But wait - there's more! She's hoping that she can throw her bra to the stage from her seat.

A few more comments, then she decides: actually she's going to throw her undies! Just need to decide whether they should be clean or worn. Decisions, decisions...so hard...

Yes, like he's going to want to specially pick up your undies and sniff them. "Mmmmm that smells soooo good. Get that cunt up here, I'm gonna ream all her holes seven ways from Sunday."

The best part: I know this chick doesn't make this kind of money. Her hubby, however, makes some decent dough. Her slave-man just spent a couple weeks wages so his slut can take her mommy and daddy to a concert, throw her panties up on stage to the musician that she has the hots for, and (maybe) get some high-status/famous cock crammed into her cunt. At least, in her dreams.

Damn amusing, seeing such cautionary tales for all men coming up in social media. Not even hiding it. Silly, silly cunts.