Love is a Lie

So here is another lie that has been rammed into our heads, the concept of "love". The brainwashing for this one is damn insidious. So let's get the basics out of the way:

What you are loving is merely a concept, an idea. This concept is where love comes from. You are not in love with a person - you are in love with your concept of that person. This is because without some form of merging consciousness - some form of true telepathy - you are completely incapable of knowing that person on a deep level. Let alone falling in love with them on a deep level. All you can fall in love with is your concept of what you think that person is.

It would be more accurate to say that we fall in infatuation/lust with other people. We can fall out of infatuation/lust with them just as damn fast too, once we get to know what they're really like. It happens all the time.

• You thought she was a great match...until you were with her for a while and found out how greedy and needy and self-serving she actually is. Then you fell out of love.
• You thought he was a great match...until you realized that he has a gambling addiction and is a secret drug-user. Then you fell out of love. (Though fucked-up women are likely to stick with him, twin fucked-up-ness attracting each other.)

So yeah, you can't judge a book by the cover. Except that you can when the shit within is written all over the cover in metaphorical letters of fire ten feet high:

• Tattoo'ed Slut
• Secret Prostitute
• Stripper
• Money-Grubbing Whore
• Gold Digger
• Pathetic User
• Entitled
• Narcissistic
• Alcoholic
• Whiny
• ...etc...

The list goes on and on, a never-ending litany of fucked-up-ness and woe often masquerading as "normalcy" - yeah, right. Though I suppose it is "normal" if you consider the modern pieces of shit - male and female both - to be some form of normal. "The majority is normal." Democracy in action, (crappy) sheep defining and defending (other) crap as being normal.

So we fall in love with our concepts of what we think each other is like. We go to great lengths to plan for a life, a family, a lifetime together.

Then we find out the lie that the other was pushing - that our concepts of the other were yet another delusional lie on top of their lie - and that they were not at all like that. Nothing close to it. We fall out of love. One side gets raped while the other side takes all it can get (and then some, if possible).

Love. The biggest lie out there. Sold by pushers in the mainstream media, so they can soak as much money out of you as possible before your delusions are ripped away and the lie is exposed. They might even try to get you two or three times ("third time's the charm!" hah!).

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The Only Value It Ever Had

Ran across this from the boys over at /r/MGTOW:

Yes indeed, the only value it ever had.

LGBT are Dodo's

Modern-day, soon-to-die, whack-job mindset dodo's whose passing will merely be a blip footnote in the long history of mankind.

So I'm on facecrap to stay in touch with a few friends overseas. It has the added benefit of letting me monitor the fucked-up shit that the whores of society think is actually important. You know, duckface selfies, twerking, Miley Ray Syphilis, the latest Kardashian dribbling, all that motherfuckin' bullshit.

Unfortunately it also lets me have a look into the mindset of some of the modern "men" these days. You know, the ones who lap up the runny shit of every halfway-decent-looking whore out there. "Wowwwww hotttt!" "You look so good babe!" "Soooo sexxxxxyyy!!!!1!!" So transparently begging for the slightest sniff of that cunt. It is to puke.

Which brought to my attention an attention-whore who goes by the name "Lizzy the Lezzy". Oh how alliterative, oh how transparently marketing focused, oh what prized fodder for the academics and leftists and social justice warriors to go into spasms of wanking over. All for their own feelgoodz and profit as they shear the sheep of their stupidly-gotten gains. Baaaaa.

So what is Lizzy the Lezzy? Supposedly some lesbian who is the "daughter" of a lesbian household. Obviously an attention-whore, she posts up generically banal "answers" to the supposedly-deep questions that people ask her about issues of being a lesbian and how her life has gone. All the attention that she wants, just because she is "brave and battling" and out on the interwebz for all to see.

I do mean banal. A massive case of ho fucking hum. This is the socially inane drivel of the evolutionary dead-end who deludes themselves into thinking that they have something of meaning to put out there. However, they probably lap up the fuckin' likes. I'm not an evolutionary dead-end. I'm relevant!

No duh motherfuckers, you're so relevant and full of meaning that you have to "come out of the closet" so that you can do your bit to "raise awareness" about the issues that you and other mentally-fucked dead-ends have to deal with. Never mind that in a hundred years you'll all be as relevant as a wooden fuckin' nickel.

(An aside, if you set up a "charity" to "deal with" LGBT issues you can make bank in "administrative fees" - there's plenty of low-life bottom-feeders who cater to dead-end minorities like this. I'd almost encourage it. Maybe you can milk the fuckin' government as well as the stupid damn sheep. Bring it down faster.)

Yes, we'll get through all this dogshit somehow, humanity will continue to survive. Even as our population in the West declines and crime rises. All the academic, leftist, "wouldn't it be nice" fucktardisms will eventually go out the motherfuckin' window. All the attention-whores will die off. Every piece of shit motherfucker who pushes the agenda of these evolutionary dead-ends will eventually die also, and their self-serving agenda of "share and make life easier for them and by the way I'll take a cut" mindset will go with them.

It won't be too fuckin' soon for my liking.

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Gossip and Manufactured Memories

We men know that women love to gossip. Because of that, everything in your private life is guaranteed to end up doing the rounds in the gossip-mill: your body shape, penis size, sexual performance, off-hand remarks, stuff said quietly in confidence, sleepy mumblings, your dirtiest fantasies, family problems, etc etc. It's all juicy grist for the herd. Which is why you should never tell women anything.

Similarly, women can and will use this gossip-network to shaft you if/when they feel like it. Especially when a relationship doesn't work out or ends badly.

I've already written about how women tell lies to themselves, so that they can avoid all blame and function without going off the rails. This is how they have made themselves out to be the darling little angels that society sees them as, lying to themselves and to each other and to men. (That's a thought to explore: how the entire social-construct that is civilization is built upon the lies that women tell each other and men. Kinda sobering.)

The lies that women tell themselves go further. Many women will automatically look at everything that men say in the worst possible light. Quite often as a bullshit excuse to cause drama, perhaps for the purposes of hot make-up sex afterwards. Or simply to fuel her narcissistic need for being the center of (your) attention in a nasty and manipulative manner. (Another thought to explore: how women are obsessed with gaining men's attention. Do they really require male validation via sex that badly?)

Finally, women's lies to her self include the changing and manufacturing of memories.

Once things go sour then out comes the fine-tooth-comb. Everything that you ever said, did, intimated, mumbled - everything! - gets gone through by that comb. Looking for anything that can be used as ammunition against you. It's very much like women pulling out things you've said or done 10 years ago, inflating them beyond reason, and using them as ammunition for drama or frivorce or the like in the here-and-now.

All these little nuggets will get looked at critically, examined under a microscope, stress-tested, in an effort to find anything that can be looked at in a negative light to become ammunition for your downfall. What was once "cute", "loveable", "adorable" is now "creepy", "fucked up", "crazy". Then they're spread amongst her girls in an effort to make her look like the blameless and helpless victim, while you're a piece of shit nastiness that really deserves to be hunted down and killed.

If there's nothing really damaging - then she'll make some shit up. She'll even manufacture memories about these lies - convince herself that they're true - and finally, will spread them amongst her social circle to fuck you over.

I knew a crazy BPD/NPD cunt who did this to an extreme, over and over with her boyfriends.

"I got pregnant with his baby, then I miscarried, and it's all his fault!" Actually there's only your word for that. I can also see what you're doing: cutting away his social support network and friends. Yeah, sure, sugar. (She did this twice that I know of. Funny how I'm seeing a pattern here - which her female friends couldn't seem to see. Willful blindness!)

"He beat me up so I got a restraining order on him!" Which is why you still go around to his place - 'cause he can't come to yours. Yeah, sure, sugar. Oh, you just confessed that you lied about that to all your friends? And they're still your friends? What a wonderfully supportive bunch, there for you in your hour of need. A further thank-you is in store for fucking around the courts system for your shits and giggles - cunt.

I said a while back that there are times when men need to be teflon. Part of that is avoiding telling women anything. Part of that is avoiding explaining anything. And part of that is simply avoiding the worst types the moment that you run across them. Including minimizing contact with her friends. When they know what she's like, yet they still stick with her through thick and thin, then they're closet-crazies as well.

Keep your frenemies closer be damned, you are who you associate with.

Yes, you end up with less female friends. Is that really a bad thing, though? To purposely stay away from the drama-queens and nutjobs? To protect your life, your self, from the insane?

Be teflon, hide from the cohorts of crazies, avoid them like the plague of zombies that they are.

Establish Those Boundaries

Over on Return of Kings, an article by Troy Francis:

Girls Are Fundamentally Lazy

While superficially the article is about how girls are lazy - totally true - underneath, it's about how the author got a little too busy with his book and work. Rather than go through the efforts of finding another hoe every few weeks, he let things develop more than he should have with one girl. Effectively he fucked up and lost control of his relationship with a narcissistic little whore - what the PUAs call "losing frame".

I strongly suggest reading the article, it's a good one. Now let's dive into it and pull out the guts. In the article he states:

All of this came to a head for me at the weekend when B stayed over at my flat. I’ve been seeing B since the beginning of the year, and she has become my primary girl almost by default, although she is hot, scoring well against all my personal requirements: twenty-three, very slim, long legs, long hair, great facial bone structure, Polish. 

B stayed with me on Saturday night. B woke up feeling lazy on Sunday morning. B called up her waitress job and told them she had a temperature. I want to stay here with you. Fine, baby, but I need to work. That’s OK — I won’t disturb you. [This is where he started slipping up. - BPS] 

I sat down at the computer. I am editing a novel at the moment — a process which requires concentration and, ideally, solitude. B lay in bed and ate toast. B painted her toenails. B called a friend and had an animated ten minute conversation in Polish. B watched an episode of Gossip Girl. Finally, B had a crying jag and told me she couldn’t trust me.

There is so much wrong in those three paragraphs. The first one alone shows that he's thinking more with his dick than his head. Apologies Troy, you know inside that it's the damn truth.

I put up a response as follows:

All women suck up time and energy. Theirs, yours, someone else's - it simply depends on what they think they can get away with. If you're busy for whatever reason - say, deadlines or you're behind on learning something - they start getting antsy and pissy because they don't like that they aren't #1 in your universe.

Then the drama begins.

The one you've got seems basically to be an airhead, fairly typical good-looking narcissistic hoe. It sounds like you've let her get too close because you've been busy with your book. Reason I say this: she feels entitled to have a dramatic crying jag and blame it on you, when you're in the process of trying to work.

1/ "I want to stay today with you." <--- all about meeeee screw you and your plans
2/ Eats toast in bed <--- attention-getting
3/ Paints toenails <--- attention-getting
4/ Has conversation in Polish <--- attention-getting
5/ Watched bullshit TV soap-opera <--- attention-getting
6/ Has crying-jag because she can never trust you <--- attention-got, validated! Wee!

She wanted your attention. I'm picking that it was a low-key escalation of background noise until she could throw a fake fit to get your attention. She got it. You didn't drop-kick her ass outta the room for attempting to start that shit that would ultimately waste your time and effort. You let it reach it's conclusion. [A conclusion he should have seen coming a mile away. He got lazy. - BPS]

Seriously, once you've let her get away with that, you've just fucked yourself relationship-wise with her. You know this.

I'm not pulling the "dollars before hoes" Alpha thing. I'm pulling the "this cunt has a fundamental disrespect for you that's only gonna get worse" thing. Because you didn't squash that behavior the instant it started. You didn't say no right from the beginning. You didn't establish that firm boundary that you have stuff to do that needs privacy. [Remember my article about personal time and space being golden for men? 100% pure example right there, from a non-married man. - BPS]

She now feels entitled to push the boundaries even more. If you attempt to backtrack and establish those firm boundaries: cue more drama, fake fits, et-fucking-cetera. It's all about her now.

I think my response pretty-much states it all. He let the camel get it's head in the tent. He lost control of the relationship. He didn't set a crucial boundary, now she's gonna try and walk all over him any time she can. Let the drama and horseshit ensue - moreso once he finally becomes pissed off enough to dump the cunt.

Scarcely any kind of high-class woman this one. Just another narcissistic whore who got what she wanted. Because she has a shape and face and fucks good.

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Why You Should Hide Your Self

I have said that we should remain in the shadows, never explain things to women, and generally keep what is our rightfully private stuff - private. It's nobody else's business.

Over on Reddit (/r/MGTOW) we have a prime example of why:

Career Advancement as the Anti-Family Man

Where a man is asking for advice in dealing with trying to get ahead as a medical student while remaining a MGTOW and not getting punished for it by those around him:

Does anyone out there have any advice or perspective on career advancement in a field dominated by family-centric individuals? I know that there are men here who came around to MGTOW later in life, so I am also interested to know what you thought of subordinates like us. 

I am a medical student and have come to find that medicine is an even more conservative field than I had expected. I have observed that the vast majority of medical students allow their lives to be dictated by what they "should" be doing. They go to medical school because their parents want them to and a career in medicine provides reliable financial security and prestige. Once in medical school, the average student's march along the straight and narrow continues as their marriage clock goes off. The need to settle down among this group is more palpable than I have ever seen in a group of educated young people. As you can probably imagine, my classmates seem to view me with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. Even before I had the MGTOW label to put on my personal philosophy, I quickly learned that it was best kept to myself. 

Given the attitude of my classmates, I can only imagine what doctors from the older generations must think of a man in his late 20s who is happy without a significant other. While I am almost certainly going to choose a medical specialty that complements a MGTOW lifestyle, I still have a few more hoops to jump through that will require the trust and respect of older doctors. As comfortable as I am in my own skin, I cannot help but be concerned that my evident lack of interest in life as a "family man" will hinder my career. For example, I have been told that in residency interviews, "tell me a little about yourself" is code for "are you married and do you have children" since they technically are not allowed to ask those questions.

This man is in a prime situation, going his own way, yet recognizes the suspicion that not being seen as conforming to the herd's expectations is likely to raise in his classmates and workmates. Thankfully one of the commentors pulls out an excellent bit of camoflage - one that I've used myself in many situations:

Blackest_Knight: Whenever I am asked about my marital status I mock women by using one of their very own excuses: "I just haven't found The One"

This is priceless. Inwardly you are mocking them, outwardly concealing yourself with the bland pap exterior that they expect of some unaware man. This soothes the alarm-bells which would otherwise go off in their head.

Best of all, you can shroud yourself in the socially-acceptable sayings of the Herd, like not managing to find The One and similar bullshit. Hell, you can date - even let them set you up with fellow-girls - only to look at them a couple of months later with a puzzled-and-sad expression as you say: "You know, I don't think you're The One for me. Pity, I kinda like you."

A socially-acceptable cutting-off-at-the-knees, one she can't really argue with. That none of 'em can. After all, they wouldn't want to get with someone who isn't The One - they'd by definition be going with second-best and no way are they gonna do that.

Hide your self. That stuff is private, none of their business. Despite what their entitled little twat mindset might delude them into believing, you don't owe them shit.

No Ma'am Update

It looks like No Ma'am has updated part of their original webpage and put it up on another blog:

The Masculine Principle

I've added a link to the new blog in the "what I read" list. It looks to be substantially the same as the ebook I put together for free in the Free Books page.

Cheers guys!

Every Vag Is Sacred

Commentor Anonymous on this post about Female Entitlement - Celebrity Edition puts it perfectly:

The root of the problem is the religion of the golden vag. The notion that every vag is unique and different and that it is almost a religious experience and ultimate privilege if the owner should allow us to have a peek of one. Get over it dudes. Kim Kardashian, Jennifer Lawrence or any other female, they all look the same upside down. When it becomes a news event because somehow pictures of some girls Hooha got leaked to the interwebz then that is the time for us to reflect on the entire every vag is sacred mentality and yank that shit off the pedestal!

From The Meaning of Twat™ movie, I bring you the song: "Every Vag Is Sacred"

I'm a Feminist Twat
And have been since before I was born
And the one thing they say about Feminists is
They'll kill men as soon as they're warm
They have to be at least a six footer
They don't want a man with a brain
They want Adonis with his clothes off
If he's packing 12 inches she came (on sight) 

Because... 

Every Vag is sacred
Every Vag is great
If a Vag is wasted
God gets quite irate 

Let the Heathen's kill theirs
In their desert ground
God shall make them pay for
Each Vag that can't be found 

Every Vag is wanted
Every Vag is good
Every Vag is needed
In your neighborhood

I have such a juvenile delinquent mind at times.

MGTOW Lifestyle

Okay, since I have stopped being so damn negative about A Voice For Men, I have decided to go over there and have a look-see at what's going on. Here is a beautiful way to eat well, enjoy yourself, and make Feminists cry all-in-one:

Eating while MGTOW: Buck buck chicken

What made me laugh my ass off was this bit:

I then have a fortnight’s worth of protein for the price of buying some crazy feminist harpy two sour apple martinis.

The man writes so much truth there, as well as in the rest of his article.

Similarly, for the price of a bottle of Grand Marnier, I can't really take a feminasty out on a decent date. Besides, I get far more enjoyment from sipping just a little bit at the end of a hard day's work, rather than sitting across from someone who hates men and is looking for any excuse to say "you just want to fuck me!" after I've fed her a good meal.

Well, no duh, you crazy cunt. I mean, five minutes ago, sure. Except that you just turned my boner off. So no, I don't want to fuck you. I'd sooner stick it in a knothole than your nasty, rancid, infected, infested hole.

Dates for these feminists: none

Money wasted on feminists: none

Fucks given about feminists: none

The modern crazies are so completely clueless. It's almost breathtaking how stupid they are. Morons, the lot of them.

So what can we do? Just like buck-buck-chicken up there: do everything cheaply and enjoy ourselves. Cook some good food. Work out so you're healthy. Go out and enjoy the world, do some swimming or fishing or hiking or whatever (being in good shape helps here). Have a sip of your favorite drink at the end of the day.

And ignore the women. They don't deserve to share our relaxed, happy, awesome lifestyle. Certainly, the feminist-indoctrinated types don't bring any joy with them - for themselves or us. The others, well, they just want to enjoy the lifestyle without helping in the hard yakker of building it. That's the purest definition of a parasite that you can think of.

Unlike buck-buck-chicken, I can't be bothered making these morons cry. I'd rather read a good book out on the deck while I sip my Grand Marnier and listen to music and the chicken cooks for an hour. The morons can rant and weep off somewhere in the far distance where their whining and wailing won't disturb and drag down my good mood.

Be well and enjoy your lifestyle, brothers.

Chisel That Shit Off

Recently I've been noticing more and more girls with way too much shitty makeup on their faces. I don't know if it's a process of becoming more aware to the bullshit going on or what. At any rate, it seems to be everywhere - I'm noticing it - and it just makes them look fake as fuck.

One was over the weekend, at the top of a mountain. A young-ish girl showed up tramping with her boyfriend, she was trying to cover up a really bad dose of facial acne. So bad you could see it through the shit she had layered on her face. In her case I found myself thinking: "If you left that shit off, your face would have a chance to heal." I tend to believe that the makeup shit causes such problems.

The other was last Friday at a TGI Friday lunch. There were a lot of guys that day and only two girls - thank fuck! We were talking all sorts of guy stuff and somehow it came around to fake shit girls do. Clothes to shape the body, cookies in bra's, panties to hold the gut in. My contribution: chisel that shit off so I can see what you look like. All the men laughed, the consensus was "yeah who wants that crap on the sheets".

Deliciously ironic given that one of the girls was so fakely made up that she looked like a china doll. A chinese one, with near-slit eyes. A couple of times she put a delicate finger to her cheek to check that the shit wasn't sloughing off of its own accord. She was also doing the hair-twirl while looking at the guy who was sitting opposite her (not me) - definitely interested in him. His girlfriend was sitting beside him.

Part of the problem seems to be that a lot of women in "public places" are deathly afraid of being seen without any crap to shape their bodies or conceal their real faces. Yeah I wonder why - because it would then show the ugly that you actually are?

So, you see those pictures of girls looking good with "no makeup"? That's because in a girl's mind concealer is not a makeup. They've still got layers of crap on their skin, artfully designed to smooth out and conceal any form of imperfections. Still wearing that lie even when they say they aren't. Doublethink and lies to the self.

At any rate this reminded me of some twat from the NY Times who went and tried a microbiome treatment (from AOBiome). Her reported results:

* skin changed for the better
* hair turned darker
* complexion cleared (supposedly prone to hormone-related breakouts)
* pores seemed to shrink
* didn't smell bad at all (even after a pathetic female workout)

Even so, she still went back to a semi-normal (less-crap-products) showering regime. After 3 days her skin was back to her original mess, once more prone to skin breakouts supposedly from "hormones". The proven benefits to her skin weren't enough to entirely break the conditioning habits of mindless cosmetic consumption cleanliness built up over a lifetime.

I see it very often at the gym too. These twats show up to do their fake workouts, with their fake faces on. You can tell simply by the way that there is no way they are gonna put any real effort into things. No way! 'Cause that'd make their face slide off...

Got to make you grin really.