So China is supposed to eat the West's lunch...

Try this video for size and think again.

Utter. Bullshit.

Of course, the West has been heading this way as well.

Mentally and Socially Diseased

Okay, so twatter allowed the meme #RapeMelania to trend, caught and put up on Breitbart:

Source (Breitbart).

Now, if I'd gone out there with signs saying "Rape Michelle Obama and Hillary Clinton" I'd have been lynched.

Yet twatter allows the entire meme to trend.

Sick.

Yoko Ono apparently expressed her disappointment with Trump's win on twatter, sharing it with some 4+ million followers:

Personally I can't tell the difference between that caterwauling and her singing.

Plus all the compilations of leftists losing their fucking minds as Trump beat their supremely arrogant Most Holy Candidate Who Can Do No Wrong into humiliated submission. You can go search for those yourself. I have to admit, the schadenfreude has kinda worn off for me. Though I can still have a bit of a chuckle.

What's more concerning is the mentally-diseased children and morons attacking the Electoral Vote system of the USA. Because it didn't didn't go their way, leftism (and feminism) are throwing fits of extended infantile tantrums in an orgy of public immaturity. Plus the riots and similar idiocies that they feel entitled to pull "just because" - in fact, just like immature women and feminists.

The rot, the diseased mindset, is far deeper than we knew.

Soberingly - these mentally and socially diseased people were the ones in charge of society until recently. They still are, until Trump and the Republicans actually come into power next year.

It looks like I'll still be having the occasional commentary to put up. There seems to be no end to the poison in society. There I was idiot enough to think that I could hang my hat up, chill, go do some serious travel and photography.

Boy, was I wrong. The job of exposing the insanity and poison and general nasty shit is never-ending.

Reality Pushes Back

Part #1 - before The Trumpening:

So I know this older and quite fat woman, she's gotten fired (along with a bunch of others). Worked as an analyst and actuarial at a bank here in New Zealand (note that 90% of NZ banks are ultimately owned by Australian banks).

She's having a whine about how awful it has been for everyone, how her boss collapsed, how her team has been split up randomly amongst other "bosses" who have no idea what they do or how to use them effectively, etc etc etc.

Final whine was about she doesn't know why she's been fired, the company used to win awards for their diversity...

Basically she got fired because she was costing the company too damn much for not enough return. And she thought that it was unfair because of VAGINA. Hah! Reality's a bitch innit.

Part #2 - after The Trumpening:

It's a couple of weeks on, she's resigned herself to reality (and a big fat bonus + severance check - note that it was still cheaper to fire her ass and pay her a year of "shut-your-cake-hole" money than to keep her hired).

She's now walking daily and has lost a couple of kilograms.

Trump got in though. Whinge...whine...bitch...creeb...typical leftist fucking drivel, which I for one am utterly sick of hearing. It's not even humorous any more, just a sign that the person desperately needs a double-tapping to the head. Some people are just incapable of shutting up and not driving you crazy.

Me: Trump won't press the button. He can't. Senate and House will stop any overt lunacies, the Generals would disobey, etc etc etc.

Her: (utter silence)

Even retards fucking get it eventually.

Especially note the walking. For someone quite a few kilograms overweight, she's suddenly gotten onto a fitness kick. Why?

Might it be because she's no bloody use when she doesn't bring in money? Plus she's basically unemployable? Add to that being a whining fat bitch who doesn't sleep in the same room with hubby because "he snores"?

So she has decided to sweeten the deal with hubby by getting thinner - because being married to a bitching whiner is easier if she's skinny and fuckable.

I'm picking that soonish, she'll be moving back into hubby's bed instead of sleeping separately.

Speaking of fat chicks (no more fat chicks! - this PSA brought to you courtesy of Black Poison Soul). You cannot shame a fat chick if you want to remain employed. Here is the effects of this principle:

If a man is fat and overweight - even just moderately - the doctors are on his ass 110% giving him shit about changing his lifestyle and habits for his own good and health and etc.

Fat chicks? Enormous fucking silence. Not one peep to women about how they should change their lifestyle and habits for their own good and health and etc.

Such is the socially-diseased power of fat bitches in society. (Warning: do not fuck, can lead to unwanted pregnancies and a painful life! - this PSA brought to you courtesy of Black Poison Soul.)

America Has Spoken

It's now inevitable. America has followed Brexit.

You can take my heart, you can take my breath
When you pry it from my cold, dead chest

I will watch and see what happens. Perhaps the giant will shake off the parasites and become truly great once more. They have attempted to start down the path to reality once more.

America. I raise to you a glass of Grand Marnier. May you turn around the decay, excise the rot, and grow healthy and straight and strong.

Fear and Loathing in Modern Times

The modern day...everyone is scared shitless.

Outta their fucking minds.

Why?

It is a symptom of our gynocentric society.

Teh Wimminz get the crap scared out of them at the thought of being socially irrelevant. So they thrash around, backstabbing each other, building themselves up while tearing others down, attempting to get their narcissistic "fix" from all and sundry.

Smile at a woman. Go on, give her a genuine smile outta the blue when she isn't expecting it. Maybe even a flirty little wink, too.

Unless she's having a shit day (or a completely shit life, with attendant mental craphole) - she'll smile back, maybe surprised, maybe a little shy.

You just validated her existence. For a moment, she is relevant.

It never lasts. In a short while, she will have forgotten - and be back into her usual mode of obsessing about her social status and worrying again about becoming socially irrelevant.

A never-ending cycle of shit, for her.

A lot of us men have the crap scared out of us too. For the same stupid shit. (I think we caught it off teh wimminz, like a dose of the clap.)

This is where we get the male trolls and White Knights and SJWs and leftists and femicunts and general attack-bunnies. These are socially irrelevant men who can't be arsed or are too stupid to figure out why (and then deciding if they actually want to improve) - they just make up their own mental frames of immature lemming-like behavior and follow them over the cliff:

You can always tell an attack-bunny. They ask the most moronic of trick questions - in manosphere terms, Gamma's on the attack and attempting an AMOG: "So you think you're smart?"

Very mature, along the same lines of: "Were you ever caught masturbating in the dunny?" The real answer to this is: "Keep your perverted homosexual fantasies away from my cock, you sicko."

Similarly, the real answer to the above attack-bunny gamma AMOG question is: "1 + 1 = 3, you smarmy little cunt. Now fuck off."

These attack-bunnies try to trap you via your ego into accepting an implicit challenge. Probably well-rehearsed and prepared. (A symptom of social irrelevance, preparing obsessively to make themselves seem socially relevant. The level of mental self-deceptive ju-jitsu required for this is enough to cause me migraines.) One where they know they'll make you look small. One which ends up with them gaining their validation. For a moment, they are relevant.

Like a woman's validation, it never lasts. Soon they're spinning around frantically again, looking for their next fix of social relevance aka narcissistic supply.

Is this about avoiding the tricksters? Avoiding the SJWs and attack-bunnies?

Only partially.

The real problem is our fucking ego's.

It is ego which makes teh wimminz thrash around uselessly. It is ego which puts an attack-bunny on the prowl.

The real problem with our fucking ego's is that they've been deliberately built up. You too can have it all. Just go watch the series "Century of the Self" - and think about what propaganda, advertising, marketing is working on building up. Often in the form of making you seem more attractive to the opposite sex.

The ego. You can sell a shitload to someone with a big ego - because their big ego wants to flash it all around. "Look at me! I'm important!"

After their death - in a hundred years - in a thousand years - are they really going to be remembered?

Yeah, right.

Their ego cannot handle that. That utter irrelevance, the fact that nobody gives a flying shit, the fact that in a hundred or a thousand years it won't matter whether they were born - or not.

This is the roots of the modern bullshit drive for fame. Fame and relevance. The ego wants to be remembered, like Alexander and Cleopatra and Julius Caesar and Nero and Shakespeare and and andandand...

...never mind that these people actually did something. That's what made them famous. Their fame wasn't from "being famous" or "being socially relevant".

Be honest. Do we know of many "socially relevant" people from 300+ years ago?

Probably royalty and the aristocracy only. Kings, queens, princes, princesses, dukes, duchesses, barons, baronesses, sheriffs, etc. Precious few of those are household names. Think of a King, who comes to mind? For me, it's Henry VIII - because of that bloody song "I'm Henry the eighth I am" et-fucking-cetera. Anyway, these people actually did shit or had bad shit happen to them.

Take famous artists: Michelangelo, Van Gogh, Rubin, Picasso, Jackson Pollock, Salvador Dali. Did these guys become artists with the intention of becoming famous? Fuck no. They were just obsessed with painting and sculpting and doing stuff.

Even da Vinci was a fucking loser for much of his life - by the age of 30 he was basically unemployable. He didn't paint The Last Supper until 1498, when he was 46 years old. Sixteen more fucking years of obsessive crazy, as a pathetic has-been, before he put his first masterpiece out there. That is fucking obsessed to the nth power!

This is quite the quandary for the ordinary non-thinking young person who wants to be famous. Or even infamous, like Nero or Jack the Ripper or Charles Manson. Thirty-plus years of fucking shit before you get anywhere? MAYBE?!

The modern young pussies ego can't handle this. It's too big and dumb. It doesn't think in these terms. It thinks like: "I want it now. I want it yesterday. I want fucking more tomorrow. And the demands will all be changed then, so fucking stay awake!"

Because that's the way it's been trained, all its life. The ego. In a nutshell, it wants to be Mister Fucking Popularity - NOW.

Tony fucking Robbins, unleashing the power within. "Visualize yourself in an auditorium. All your family and friends come wandering in. They start a eulogy...it's yours. You're dead. What do you want them to say about you?"

Yeah, supercharging that fuckin' little frantic rabbit of an ego of yours. So selfish. So ultimately pointless and futile, wanting to be "remembered" in such-and-so a way. A fuckin' trap that others can use to grab you by. Grab the balls, squeeze a little, drag you around, thank you very much that'll be $100, NEXT!

Advertising and marketing to the young. So that they can be tricked into an endless cycle of "the latest fad" and someone can empty their pockets. So fuckin' sad and stupid. Because of it, it's now expected to be young and fuckin' stupid. The weird and worst bit, so many of them're too young and fuckin' stupid to understand just how young and fuckin' stupid they really are...

Cautionary stories. MacBeth - a warning that ambition is a vice, not a virtue. Another trap of the ego. Taken advantage of by the corporate ladder. As per The Peter Principle - eventually you get promoted to the point of incompetence. It's a mindless escalation from competence and relevance to incompetence and irrelevance. With a slow death of the self resulting.

Running endlessly to fill our ego, in a job that is 90% stupid, in a society that we recognize on a deep level is existential hell.

In a thousand years, in ten thousand years - all futile, at the end. Nobody will remember, let alone say "this person mattered because of X".

Symptoms of Cotton Wool

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You have already failed.

The Message

Her: You should go out with X, she likes you.

Me: No.

Her: What? *hamstershit*

Me: She sent me a message. I got it. No.

Her: *more hamstershit*

Heheheh.

Both words and actions are the message. When you read the message behind the message.

Jumping ship from one man to another.

Divorcing her husband to play the field.

Partying when her kids are with the dad.

No thanks. No thanks. No thanks.

Read the message. Her actions and words tell you it. They are quite open. She's not hiding what she is. She's not even thinking about it. She simply subconsciously relies upon your clueless inattention.

You simply need to pay attention to what that message, those words and actions that comprise it, mean.

Her message is sub-rosa, unconscious, unintentional. She's not consciously aware of it. It's there, though - in the disconnect that she shows, that is very evident between, the shallow depths of her head and the reality that surrounds her.

"My children are my world."

That's why she jumped ship. That's why she dumped her husband. That's why she's a slut. That's why she changes boyfriends every month. That's why she's a party-girl. That's why it's all their fault.

You don't have to gloss over it. You can pick it up - you can be aware of it - you can read it. That message. That's right, that message. Clear as glass, obvious as daylight.

Hidden in plain sight. Even from her self.

And you can choose to act upon it, rather than other more overt messages. Messages like the bullshit script that society expects - insinuates - demands that you follow.

Get Shit Done

Ah, the West!

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

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

Not all of 'em.

A good number though.

Maybe 80% of men.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tell us, then what, whore?

Pink Tit Day Wandered Past Again

The usual stuff. Support teh wimminz at every opportunity.

Wear pink for a day.

Pink baking for morning tea.

Pink walk.

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

Looked like the Godfather.

"Why aren't you wearing pink?"

"I'm rebellious."

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

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

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

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

"Are you married?"

"Naw, divorced."

"Have kids?"

"Naw."

"Think you'll ever have kids?"

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

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

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

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

Mangina In A Nutshell

Yes indeed, put a ring on that - fuckin' pussies.

This is why women are out of control. 90% of men are too chickenshit to say the words: "no" and "fuck off".