Saturday, 28 September 2013

Cold Revenge

Captain Capitalism has an excellent post about having your revenge upon women - by not being there when they need you: Captain Capitalism: Your Revenge is Through Non-Participation

This reminded me of when I was in my first six months of swallowing the Red Pill. I left a comment on his post:
Back in my first six months of the process of taking the Red Pill I was talking with a couple of girls about men and women and dating. One girl was 27, the other 39 (I was 45).
I mentioned the old half age plus 7 years maxim for men looking at women. 39yo and I reversed it and worked out the age of men who would be looking at her: early 60s. She then confessed that on online dating sites, she only got attention from guys around 65yo and older.
I could feel her die a little inside.
I felt a strong sense of schadenfreude in that moment. The glee at the discomforture of others, coupled with a little twinge of sympathy.

Such are the slightly-bitter joys of gently, seemingly-accidentally, exposing some of the poison in society to the victims of said poison. Dispensing a little red-pill knowledge to the world can have its little rewards.

27yo now has a long-term boyfriend around her own age, she got the idea pretty quick after that talk and stopped fucking around. Even so this will be her second marriage. 39yo had a brief fling with a 30yo and bragged about it so much that she alienated most of her friends. Was a shock to her when he broke up with her - no surprise, delusions are free.

For myself: it is a beautiful spring day in New Zealand. I'm going to go enjoy it by walking down the beach.

Friday, 27 September 2013

Marriage is for Suckers

Only a sucker gets married these days. Here is why, two concepts that I've openly heard women state:

• Starter marriage

• The first time you marry is for love, the second time you marry is for money

Sit yourself down for five minutes and think about those two things. Let them sink in to your mind.

That done? Now let's examine these two statements closely. First up for consideration:

Starter marriage. So, this is like a trial. It's the first one, like a first car. Or better, a starter house. A first step on the housing ladder, a first step on the marriage ladder. "Starter" more than fucking implies that this isn't gonna last - it bald-faced says it. "In Mala Fide", in bad faith - a sadly defunct blog, though you can buy the book. The marriage contract is being entered in bad faith on the woman's part.

BONUS! She gets half of everything even if it was your work that paid for the house while she spent her money pampering herself or on expensive trips overseas.

SPECIAL BONUS! You keep paying her out of your income if the two of you had children. Or if she had a child to another guy - aka was a single mommy or got preggers to your best friend or her boss.

Starter marriage: a really sweet deal for the man.

Next up for consideration:

The first time you marry is for love, the second time you marry is for money. Now that the first marriage is gone, the second marriage is going to be to some rich and stupid motherfucker who will maintain her in comfort. Not content with stealing everything possible from her first hubby, she's taking as much as she can get from her second.

BONUS! She's had a bunch of money to waste for a few years "finding herself" (aka fucking as many men as possible) - now that is out of her system for the time being.

SPECIAL BONUS! "For the time being." She may try the process again. Or fuck around on you.

The first time you marry is for love, the second time you marry is for money: a really sweet deal for the man.

Summation:

It's an interesting thing to look at relationships through crap-colored glasses. Like the star in the movie "They Live", it's both fascinating and appalling to see the truth. The feel of rubbernecking when you pass a car-crash.

Most women are a car-crash, waiting to happen or in the process of happening or in the aftermath.

If you shackle yourself to a car-crash, then I have zero pity for you. I will rubberneck as I drive past, or sip margaritas on the deck, or fly to interesting locations.

Enjoy the taste of poison. Remember, you willingly drank it when you decided to bind yourself in a contract with someone who didn't bind themselves - who entered it in bad faith.

Thursday, 26 September 2013

What women say they want

This from a couple of the hoes in my Facebook, normally grist for extreme hilarity at the promiscuous hamsterbation which goes on:


This is so fucking wrong on so many levels. However it is symptomatic of the "feel-good" shit which is publically spouted by women. Let us examine why this is wrong:

On the surface women will go for someone who is proud and glad to have her. EXCEPT: women know inside that they're not perfect fucking snowflakes. If you're proud and glad to have her, then you don't really know her at all. Which means that you're dumb, and deluded, and clueless. Ewww.

On the surface women like the thought of someone who will take every risk and effort just to be with her. EXCEPT: that's clingy, desperate, and needy behaviour. Ewww.



Every woman in the world has taken a nasty great dump which has literally stunk the house out. Keep that in mind. Don't be afraid to say it, too. You just CANNOT worship that. The best that you can do is enjoy their company - if they're not too insane. Great inner chuckles can ensue at times, especially if you drop a little innocent comment in there that can kick the hamster into a higher gear.

You are far better off doing your own thing and ignoring her bullshit or calling her out on it. Make it damned plain that you are doing your own thing and the best that she can do is tag along for the ride. At least you keep your own dignity then.

Addendum: I posted on the original image saying that it was needy and desperate behaviour. It was censored. So I put up a post of my own calling that out, plus calling her gutless. Censor that, cunt. In dealing with these passive-aggressive bitches you need stainless-steel bowling balls for nuts.

Enjoy the poison.

Wednesday, 25 September 2013

STIs vs STDs

Here is an example of the "taming" of language, probably in an effort to fit into the Feminine Imperative regarding the celebration of slutdom aka riding the cock carousel. It probably all goes to help towards the "Man up and marry those sluts!" theme which they harp on so shrilly.

Sexually Transmitted Infections

It sounds quite benign, doesn't it. It evokes mental Images of a mother pampering a small child with a scraped knee, painting it with Dettol™ (iodine in my day) and putting a soft pad on it. A couple of band-aids complete the ensemble and the teary-eyed child gets a cuddle and a kiss and goes outside to run around and play again.

A little heartwarming memory of when we were kiddies. Infections are small things, easily fixed with antibiotics, or even that clear themselves up with time. Like the common cold, or 'flu.

This is a far cry from:

Sexually Transmitted Diseases

Because y'know, diseases are a helluva more serious shit than a puny infection. Diseases kill people or leave them fucked up for the rest of their natural, y'know. Nasty crap like bubonic plague, ebola, leprosy, malaria, tuberculosis, measles, rubella, polio, influenza, etc.

So AIDS, syphilis, gonorrhoea, chlamydia, herpes, hepatitis, HPV, scabies, and crabs - these are merely infections these days. Not shit that can give you genital warts, oozing sores, heightened risk of cancer to the genitals and mouth/throat, or cause you to slowly waste away and die over a 10+ year period.

Or just make you fucking sterile, forever ruining any chance of having children.

Such a relaxed word, "infection". The language has been tamed, dumbed down, so as to soothe the masses into thinking that certain things are not as risky as they most definitely are. So that people will not realise that if they're even averagely sexually active, they have at least a 50% chance of contracting HPV (alone, more if you include others) during their lifetime - and HPV is a disease that causes either genital warts or cancer.

One solo mother that I dated had a 13yo little girl - who caught an STD that left her sterile. At the age of 14 (legal in NZ with the parents permission) she was bouncing around happily, crowing about now being legal and she could now do whatever she wanted because she now couldn't get preggers. Yippee!

Fucked. Up. That relationship obviously went nowhere, with those standards being taught to her daughter. (Last I heard she has custody of and is bringing up one of her grandchildren - from her thug son, who couldn't be bothered doing it himself.)

Har fucking har.

Diseases changed to infections, to further someone's agenda. Maybe feminists WANT women sterile and disease-ridden so that they too cannot breed? So that men will pass them up as fuckable material, let alone marriageable material?

Enjoy the poison. Ignore the politically-correct terms for things. Call them Sexually Transmitted Diseases and don't hesitate to rub someone's nose in it if they try to correct you. You're doing everyone a favor.

Tuesday, 24 September 2013

Hypergamy in Action

The background: An older woman, excellent shape (she works out fanatically), awesome dancer, definitely pretty for her age (I'd give her a 6 on the scale - when younger she was a fucking hot stuff blonde). She is now 51 years old.

She's been married to her hubby since they were teenagers, they've been through a ton of life experiences, they've gotten rich together, they've grown old together, they've retired together.

Hypergamy in action: She got bored earlier this year, they separated, she's been doing the Eat, Pray, Love thing. She found her "new love" and they are now in a "relationship".

I'm wondering how long this is going to last - then she'll be looking for her next love. Then the next, and next, and next...

Hypergamy doesn't care. Enjoy that nasty-tasting poison, take it to heart kiddies, before you get married or trust in a woman for anything.

Hypergamy doesn't even care about her age.


I like the way your tongue scrapes, Captain Alphacat.

Monday, 23 September 2013

Crazy Crap

From PostSecrect, more lunacy:


Ah, women! Best Friends Forever! Gotta love the frenemies dynamic between these crazy cunts.


Tchtch, projection anyone? YOU try dealing with PTSD in some sane manner.


Insecurity in a woman is good. 1/ it makes her submissive (a real boner-maker for men), and 2/ it causes vagina tingles. PS vaginas may look different, yet they are still interchangeable™.


Hypergamy is a cunt, eh! This chick gets off on exhibitionism and the knowledge that men jack off to her. It also validates her self-worth in her head, probably enough to make her eventually decide on the Eat, Pray, Love route. Run, hamster, run!


That's a switch. Guy is a nutjob for wanting to get his girl preggers. But then, he's a nutjob for posting this crap. Tempted to think: troll.


Bliss after the divorce. I enjoy the same freedom too.


Wishful thinking and projection and fantasising that she is the one getting that nasty, degrading, disgusting, oh-so-illicitly-desirable vagina-wetting sex. Only a woman (or a mangina) thinks this way.

Be interesting to know if she's going to proposition the teacher too, since she's a schoolgirl. Run hamster run!


Therapy, voluntary brainwashing for the insecure dipshit. So many people in psychiatric roles are so fucked up, you're better off dealing with your own shitty problems yourself.

Psychiatrists are actually pretty damn creepy when you talk with the bastards, so abnormal in their thinking...


Hypergamy strikes again, a young student fantasising about running away with her authority-figure. Let the petals of her labia unfold to reveal her dripping vagina!


Pen-pal in prison? I wonder if this is another of those crazy women who fall for inmates and sue for conjugal visits.


Cutters, ugh! Creepy, creepy fucking minds.

Crazy people often are the best in bed, but it's like walking through cowshit: yes you can hose it off your gumboots at the door, yet why smell the shit in the interim when you don't have to?

Enjoy the fucked-up-ness and poison in the world.

Thursday, 19 September 2013

Baby Rabies

After dance last night, four of us were out having a drink at the local pub and chatting while waiting for the live music to start up. The usual talk between two men and two women who are friendly and have shared interests. Both these girls are reasonable-looking (6+ on the scale on a bad day) and I'd bang either one - so long as she kept her mouth shut.

Both girls are professionals, a Nurse and Schoolteacher. Neither girl has a boyfriend, the reason becoming evident...

Eventually the subject of children and babies came up.

Woman 1 (28 y/o): When I'm 30 I'm going to get preggers.

Woman 2 (31 y/o): When I'm 38 I'm going to have a baby.

#1: Hey 38 is too old.

#2: I don't want to be held back, I'll wait until 38. I want one!

#1: Yeah women need babies!

#2: Yep! My clock is ticking and running out. I'll go onto the DPB. (Domestic Purposes Benefit - that's WELFARE in New Zealand.)

...and back and forth for a bit...

Neither girl mentioned a thing about having a husband - no surprise given the complete disconnect between no-boyfriend-now and apparently-no-boyfriend-then. Us two guys looked at each other and then we suggested to the girls: "No problems, just have a one-night-stand." "Yeah. Easy-peasy."

#2: Oh I don't want to be a solo mum! I don't know any girl who chooses that! (Ahah!)

Him: Actually every woman who gets divorced chooses THAT.

Me: I know some actually.

#1: Turkey baster, that'll fix us up.

#2: But where do we get the semen from?

Me: A one-night stand, some random guy will do. No problems at all, just choose someone from in the bar.

Him: Yeah, why try all that hassle when you can just have a casual fling.

#1: I work at the hospital, I'm sure that I can sort something out.

#2: But that seems so random...

Quite a bit more back-and-forth, before we eventually broke up and headed off home to sleep before the next day's stuff. You can tell from the gem's above though:

* no interest in the man involved (or any man)

* no interest in actual marriage (with anyone)

* brainless dribbling about having a baby (ignoring the hassles that come with them)

* not the SLIGHTEST mention about providing a good home-life for said baby (so definitely no man involved)

These are PROFESSIONAL girls - not some stereotypical low-end dumbass girl who's so stupid that she gets knocked up by accident. They are wanting it - bad. The baby-rabies desperation smokes off them both, driving away all men who might otherwise be interested in getting to know them.

These girls are intelligent (dumb), educated (brainwashed), and have everything going for them. Except: they can't find a boyfriend let alone a husband - who they have no desire for anyway. Plus they both have a mortgage (with no intent to ever pay it off) and still have student loan debts. Plus they're both at the stage where they have only 10% of their eggs left - eggs which are getting to the point of having problems.

You know, I ask who is more successful: this prize fucking pair who are $400+k in the hole or some barely-employed girl on the DPB/Welfare with zero debt and two kiddies to different men. I think the latter.

I can taste that poison smoking off you, you idiot women. You're actually too smart to be allowed to breed.

 

Now I'm in the market for a pretty, sensible, young, and fertile woman who hasn't lumbered herself with a ton of debt that I'm supposed to pay off for her. In short supply, I suspect.

Wednesday, 18 September 2013

Groupthink

From an MBTI stance:

Feelers (generally women, some men) have no control over their emotions.

Thinkers (generally men, some women) have control over their emotions.

From interacting with many (a couple of hundred) people who are also into MBTI, one trend became very obvious: the tendency of Feelers towards groupthink.

I thought about this for a while and came to the following thought: that Feelers constantly talk over, spread the word, bounce ideas off each other, etc regarding any decision. This in an effort to reassure themselves that the decision is the correct one. They'll also go back over their thinking, ad nauseum, in an orgy of perpetual self-doubt.

The implication becomes: that they do not entirely trust their own feelings, therefore they must seek the approval of others to reassure them that yes, their feelings are correct, they are the right way to go, etc. When things go right they congratulate themselves, when they go wrong they blame others.

Thus: groupthink, decisions and responsibility (or lack of) by consensus.

It seems defective, like a stripped screw, turning endlessly, never stopping. (An assessment which was confirmed by women Feelers when I spoke of it. One said that she utterly hated it, that she had to go to others for reassurance, that she felt like a burden.)

Contrast that with a thinker like myself. I don't trust emotions either, yet I control mine. The results of my thinking tend to be trusted by myself and to heck with others thoughts. I know what I want, what I think, upon many subjects - once that has been decided its done, filed, not thought about any more. My brain can go think on something else now.

The conclusion: Feelers (mostly women) are herd animals, an assertion which is basically borne out by evolutionary psychology.

The follow-up question (I've never heard anyone articulate before) is: what kind of herd animal?

Prehistoric men used to drive mastodon off a cliff, it was an accepted form of hunting. Certainly there are no mastodon around any more. But that was a physical act, it wasn't voluntary. And you don't see most animals out there jumping off cliffs on a regular basis - other than lemmings. Interesting, every three or four years there is a mass-migration that results in the death of millions.

Now, some fucktard is sure to say: "women are not lemmings!"

They are correct, yet human society exhibits some lemming-like characteristics on the whole. Self-destructive from an evolutionary view (lowered birth rates) when civilised, choosing to breed with the least-intellectual men, the more intellectual waiting for the right time, etc. Stupidity breeds faster than brains. Look at the fall of Rome, and Sparta, etc.

Feelers breed faster than Thinkers. The current society is set up for this, so impulse-breeders have a social safety-net. In fact it is encouraged with "you go grrrrl!" and similar enthusiasms for "heroic single moms". Sadly, the lesser number of Thinkers tends to prop up the greater masses of feelers. If nothing else, Thinkers will invent things far more often than Feelers do (who tend to whine a lot, from a Thinker's point of view). We also plan ahead a lot more.

Feelers didn't make the steam engine, electricity, lighting, computers, and the like. Yes, they may appreciate these things - yet they didn't settle down and THINK them through and create them. Just like Feelers didn't think through the current social mores and law-system, beyond "it might benefit me" and "it feels good" and "that would be nice".

When you don't think, the governors come off and everything goes to shit. Then the Feelers blame everyone else for the problems - when in reality, it's their own fault for not fucking thinking.

It is sad to see our society going to shit for lack of rational thinking.

Tuesday, 17 September 2013

Equality is Lunacy

Equality, equality, equality. Piss on Political Correctness™ - it is a disease of the mind. It is a meme of inanity and delusion, filled with fluffy feel-good vibes, completely lacking in anything of true substance. It creates one thing only: mediocrity.

Apples are apples, oranges are oranges, melons are melons, and none of them are equal to the others. They're all different, they will never be the same, they CANNOT be the same. No matter what you PC twats decree with your feminist-inspired drivel - gender is NOT a social construct. Men and women are not genderless drones.

Images of Life of Brian - "I want to be a woman." "You can't be a woman, you don't have a womb!" - feminism should have withered up and died then and there!

Equality doesn't mean shit, it's a buzzword - like all the buzzwords and crapola in advertising. Apples, oranges, and melons are not equal. Stating that they are (or even that they should be) is disingenuous and lunatic in the extreme.

Similarly, stating that everyone is the same is disingenuous and lunatic in the extreme. Everybody has their own strengths - trying to develop something that you're just not good at, for whatever reason, is wasting your time and the time of others.

Example: Don't try to be a physicist when you have a 110 IQ, it's simply not your strong suit. You might be a whiz at fixing a car though! Don't try professional surfing if you have no balance, do enjoy yourself when playing jazz.

Equality is not equal. It is a dumbing-down, a cutting back, a deliberate stultifying of those who can do, so that those who can't do don't "feel bad" about their inadequacies. Inadequacies that are only in the mind of the PC motherfuckers - are these twats really fucking trying to MAKE people feel bad?

Fuck that shit. If I'm interested enough to feel bad about my inadequacies, I'll fucking work on improving myself. I'm not going to let someone else say "no you shouldn't do that" to me.

Do not fucking try to tell me how to think. Do not try to tell me how to talk. Do not try to drag me down into your bland and mediocre world, when the one that I'm building and living in is fantastic.


Neither should you let them try this shit on you.

Saturday, 14 September 2013