What is Life for a Man

Life is being politically incorrect.

Life is saying "fuck it".

Life is saying "fuck you".

Life is doing what you need and then what you want.

Life is being you, not what others think you should be.

Life is not explaining anything to anybody.

Life is not apologising for being yourself and looking after yourself to anybody.

Life is discerning who is rock-solid and who is shallow and flaky and ultimately meaningless.

Life is not doing shit for people who use you.

Life is improving and building.

Life is not taking bullshit.

Life is looking at someone who wants to hitch a ride on your wagon and saying "yes" or "no" - and not bullshitting them about it.

Life is looking at the rider on your wagon who is getting uppity about its direction - and saying "start walking".

Life is looking at reality through Crap-Colored Glasses™ and not rose colored glasses.

Life is looking a girl square in the eyes and saying "girl, I would fuck you any time."

Life is looking a girl square in the eyes and saying "girl, you are fat".

Life is looking Life square in the eyes and not backing down from its shit.

Life is getting up when Life knocks you down, now matter how momentarily weak you feel.

Life is that feeling when you know where you're going, what your track is, and you're sitting and savouring for a moment the progress so far.

Stuff

The disease of the 20th Century: stuff.

These days, people (especially women) are only concerned with stuff. They cannot conceive of the effort behind that stuff, what it takes to produce and pay for it, only the stuff itself.

In their eyes a man is not a man - he is merely a producer of stuff that they want.

Romance? It involves stuff.

Love? It involves stuff.

Marriage? The greatest amount of stuff that it is possible to get in as short a time. Preferably bragged about for years to come, along with that shiny faceted chunk of compressed shit on your finger. (If you can find it, read The Diamond Conspiracy.)

When you look at a man as a producer of stuff, a machine that has only one use, an object for your own benefit -

- he gets the idea real fast, if he's got half a brain.

Once you start looking at someone as an object, they will look upon you as an object in return. She looks upon him as a source of stuff, he looks upon her as a hole to drop a fuck into - while he looks for either:

1/ a better hole

2/ someone who doesn't look upon him as a source of stuff

3/ both of the above

Unfortunately everything in our lives has conditioned us to getting or providing stuff. We are taught to be consumers, to be wasters, to want stuff that we don't actually need.

This leaves us broken, in perpetual adolescent mode.

I don't know about others. All I can see that might fix this society-wide mindset is a collapse so bad that we are all close to dying from starvation. Then this poison which infects us might be purged from our collective minds.

PostSecret Delights

After the business with Return of Kings earlier today there is quite the urge to relax. However, I like to keep PostSecret on a semi-regular basis when there's something worth commenting on. Here they are.

Beta or Omega to the dweebish core.

Alpha to the core with extra-special sauce for having it videoed and leaving it where you can find it. Does it turn you on baby?

Whew! So harsh. Funny how you realise this stuff when it affects you personally. PS tell her to try washing dishes in a bakery - though that's probably beneath her dignity.

Sadly crappy fanfiction like 50 Shades of Shit has a ready audience. As a public service for my sexy-flexy female readership: the website Literotica can provide you with tens of thousands of stories that are probably better-written and cater to many tastes.

You go girrrrllll! What's she working on? Clean atomic power? Clean fusion? Total conversion of matter to energy? Tapping the quantum flux for power? Reactionless space drives? Faster than light drives? Maybe she's working in nanotechnology, creating the first fabricators to break down garbage and make usable food and items in the home? Huh? Huh? Huh?

Wifebeating, such a crime. No wonder the cops hate domestics. BPD/NPD types are such a fucking mess.

I, I, me - what've you done for him recently, oh selfish one. Oh wait, that's the modus operandi of the female - men must give selflessly while expecting nothing in return. Nor may they become bitter and twisted about it, the selfish fucking pricks.

I'll be glad when you're dead you rascal you!

Conspicuous consumption, you saw it here first folks.

Selfishness, Hypergamy, and preselection all evidenced in a single postcard.

Apparantly written by a woman, what only lasted five days? And what was she doing the other four days? Hmmmm.

Warning! Warning! Secret internet fatty coming out of the closet! Go lose some weight you fat bitch.

Oh my, what a group this week. As always, when life hands you such comedic poison - all I can do is:

Fucking Humorous Furor And Thrashing

I've been interestingly watching the furor going on over the internet about two articles at Return of Kings:

• 5 Reasons To Date A Girl With An Eating Disorder

• 20 Things Women Do That Should Be Shamed, Not Celebrated

In my opinion both articles are spot-on and offer valuable advice for every man in the world. Especially be kind to the girls with eating disorders: a quality man dating them will be good for their souls IMO.

So for the last little while, Return of Kings has been somewhat deluged with extremely intelligent things from women - and men who think the sun shines out women's assholes. Things like:

• shaming messages

• defamatory accusations

• slander

• hatemail (and posts and twitter comments)

• death threats

Now, the last item alone would get you in the serious legal dogshit if you do it in real life. There technically is no difference if you do it on the internet - yet these trolls and morons and immature children think that because they are on the internet they can do whatever they want. It's all free! There's no comeback! And anyway, if you get upset about it, well boo-hoo to you - that just goes to prove that what you said is poopie lies! Plus you're easily upset! I'm not getting upset about what you wrote, even though I'm attacking you! Nyah nyah so there!

Oh wait. I meant, intelligent and rational adults, not trolls and morons and immature children. My mistake. I'll try not to do that again.

Nah, fuck it. Call a spade a spade.

So, here we have a tremendous amount of free advertising, courtesy of the female tendency towards herd-animal behaviour. They are attacking/shaming anything that might make them feel the slightest bit butthurt, and the male White Knight™ are coming out to support them - for which they hope they will gain some free pussy.

Gentlemen, I am envious of your ability to attract free attention (and advertising). I salute you - when you're fucking them off so bad that they're giving you massive shit, you're doing it right.

Learn To Cook

This might sound strange, however there are sensible reasons for it.

1/ Unless you want to eat out all the time, your only way to have decent meals (other than crappy "instant" noodles and the like) is to cook it yourself.

2/ Eating out is expensive. It's also not that good for you unless you're eating out damn expensive - fast-food just doesn't cut it.

3/ When you cook for yourself there is an inner satisfaction at being independent. Yeh it's a nebulous feel-good thing.

4/ When you cook for yourself your nutrition will be better. This cannot be emphasised enough if you are lifting weights and getting into shape - you need that good protein!

5/ Girls can't cook. Literally. In the striving to reject their feminine side, they have rejected the need to learn how to keep a home - which means cooking. They might have learned how to bake, yet cupcakes are not a regular meal.

6/ Sometimes it's good to take a girl home and cook for her. So learn how to do about five "special" meals really well (not meaning fucking dessert, you ain't here to make her or yourself fat).

Don't bitch about having to learn something new. If you can fix a computer or a car or have woodworking/metalworking skills, you've learned a shitload harder stuff than how to cook a perfect steak or pork loin chop. Garlic seared shrimp on angel-hair pasta is a fucking breeze in comparison to hunting, survivalist, and army training. Chopped fresh tomatoes lightly fried in olive oil with freshly-picked basil leaves, stirred into lightly-herbed wild rice or couscous or pasta? A walk in the goddamn park.

So overall, unless you want to eat crappy Chinese takeaway food all your life and be malnourished (and maybe fat) - learn to cook.

Addendum: I literally just got a text from one of my female friends. "Go down to the market and get a cupcake or coconut ice or fudge for morning tea. Buy some from X and her friends, they're fantastic!" Blah blah blah, kid being her niece. What'd I say about baking.

Thank you feminism for screwing up women to the point that basic cooking skills are considered optional - instead of being an expected given.

Why Are You Saying Yes

Seriously, why are you saying yes to these bitches.

Have you no fucking self-worth.

Have you no fucking self-pride.

Have you no fucking plans of your own.

Have you no fucking life of your own.

Instead, so many men simply roll over and do stuff when a girl asks them to. Random girl off the street, don't know her from a bar of fucking soap, says "can you do X for me?" And you just reflexively fucking do it. Especially if she's cute, it's like your dick sticks out at attention in the hope that she'll give it a suck once you've completed your demeaning little task.

I know why. It's because you've been fucking trained to do it - conditioned - every day of your fucking life - to be "helpful" towards girls.

You've been conditioned to be a willing slave.

Now, throwing off that bullshit conditioning isn't easy. I fucking know.

Just do it.

Just say "No".

No explanation. No reason, even. Because you want to. She does not deserve an explanation.

If she doesn't like it: out the fucking door, next!

Your time is valuable, you have to use it wisely. My time is worth $150+ an hour, depending on what I do ($400+ an hour for Cisco networking design and implementation and troubleshooting).

It's not there to be wasted on giving empty comments like "you're so hot" and "you're so sexy" to some vapid chain-smoking drunk bitch with a stinking attitude.

Save your help for the cute girls that are fucking and sucking you off RIGHT NOW - not for maybe, kinda, someday next year fucking. Suck me now, or forget it.

Otherwise: it's simply a quick way to be used by a leech.

Breaking Expectations

Yeah all right, normally I don't post much in the "game experiences" line. This happened today, thought that I might as well share. Especially when I just wrote it up in the comments at Rational Male.

My normal image is reserved, serious IT type.

Girl at work today wearing a t-shit from a cement company: “Rock hard in no time”. I’m busting her chops, “it’s all about the sex” – “no, it’s a cement mixing company!” – “a likely story, we’re not reading that – you can’t hide it, it’s all about the sex!"

She’s laughing her head off all the time. Totally wasn't expecting that and she was enjoying it.

“What’re you doing tonight, man about the town?”

“I’m gonna get in the pimpmobile, gonna cruise around looking for some hoes. Play DMX ‘What these bitches want from a nigga’ at 120-decibels.” She’s laughing her ass off and I tell her again “see it’s all about the sex!”

Girl has a partner. Has had for years. All of a sudden, I come out with all of that - call it unexpected nigger-game if you want - and she's giggling like a teenager.

Break a woman's expectations sometimes. Like I used to break my ex-wife's, and it'd turn her on - because she doesn't expect that kind of thing from you. The staleness and same-old-same-old of your relationship has suddenly been shattered.

Note, of course, that even her having a partner for several years - it turned her on. I could have escalated with ease, she was open to it. Poisonous, no? Good thing that I don't fish off the company pier.

Obamacare: The Most Beautiful Satire Possible

Obamacare. Where can we even begin...

Smoking-hot fattie and chubster manjaw lesbians, hurhurhur!

Drunken past-it cat-ladies!

Delusional wannabe party-slut fatties!

Delusional wannabe party-slut fattie *threesomes*!

Shotskis - so we can do more body-shots, bring on the vodka! Wanna have an orgy?

Ramen noodles let us afford fun (with alcohol)! Plus graduating with Worthless™ Degrees and waiting on tables 'cause that's all we're worth (the market doesn't lie).

Wannabe party-girl slut, with mouth wide-open to inset playa's cock! Either has lockjaw (claimable!) or Occupational Overuse Syndrome (claimable!).

And my fave - single mommy celebration! (There is no man in this picture, only Big Daddy Government Oh!bama-care.)

Oh-fuck-me-care, the greatest celebration of female stupidity and public call to irresponsible sex-fun-play on this planet. Thankfully the masses of men are utter sheep and will NEVER wake up to this celebration of the freedom of women.

Excuse my utter incoherent laughing, such obvious poison on display.

Addendum: The new American Anthem - "Oh thank you for fucking, we always wanted to..."

PostSecret Pickings

Kind of sparse last week, it happens. Plus the business of those Oh!bamacare ads gave me endless laughs. Let us begin:

You were a good little prostitute before the marriage too - pity the fool man that chained you to him!

Flexibility is a start - your main sex-muscle is in your head though.

And some girls fantasise about beastiality - this one tried it and actually seems to have some sense of self-decency. Unusual.

Hamster, stop lying. Admit it, it makes you feel GOOD to know that you are with a man who is fucking multiple women. That means he's of higher value than you!

You go girl! But wait - if you were truly of the opinion that there was nothing wrong with that, you'd not mention it. It bothers you just a little bit, doesn't it. Slut.

And another hamster hits the wall HAH! Let there be cats.

Ah, so much poison to look at and laugh about.

We Learned The Game From You

Just for shits and giggles - girls, if you want to be attractive to a shitload more men than you are, just follow the following rules. And hey, men will like you more too!

Matthew Fitzgerald's "Men's Top 10 Rules For Women":

1 - Learn how to Communicate

Say what you mean, ask for what you want directly. Expecting a man to interpret indirect signals and read your mind is not communication.

2 - Learn to be Consistent

Irrational behavior just doesn't cut it. If you say you're going to do something, then follow through and do it. Be honest with yourself -- don't say one thing and do another. And for God's sake, don't change your mind a million times.

3 - Stop using Sex as Bait

If you want to have sex, then have sex. Don't use sex as a tool to manipulate men. And another thing: Stop tempting men with low-cut dresses or bare midriffs and then blame them for trying to get you in bed. If you need attention that badly, go see a shrink.

4 - Develop a Conscience 

Stop abusing your sexual power. Many women have no ethical dilemmas at all about using men for favors or financial gain by dangling the promise of sex in front of them. Not only is this deceitful and immoral, but it's a double standard nothing short of fraud.

5 - Knock Off the Mixed Messages

If you're interested in a guy, let him know it. Ditto with sex. Maybe playing hard to get is cool if you're 12 years old, but it's just annoying 20 years later. Refer to Rule #1 -- men aren't able to read minds, so don't expect them to.

6 - Stop Expecting Men to Finance Your Life 

This is the 2000's for God's sake -- women are enjoying unparralleled career and earning opportunities, and it's unfair to treat men like ATM machines, especially when women are earning as much or more than we are. It may be a great scam, but at its core, it's nothing more than age-old prostitution -- trading sex for money.

7 - If You Expect Equality, Then Act Like It

Equal rights means equal rights across the board -- not just when it's in your best interests. If you expect equal pay, then expect to be drafted and pay your share of dating expenses, too.

8 - Stop Blaming Men for All Your Problems

We aren't what's wrong -- you are.

9 - Just Be Nice

Can't you just be nice? Nobody likes a nasty, self-serving bitch. And men today are very, very tired of self-serving bitches.

10 - Read the Rules

Reality-check time!

Is this going to happen across the board? No.

Is this going to happen in odd cases? Maybe. So long as there's an advantage for the woman (as in, they can lure a man into marriage and thereby leech off him).

Is this going to be permanent? I wouldn't bet on it. Not when it's so easy for a woman to frivorce with cash and prizes. Only if the ultimate power in a relationship goes firmly back into the man's hands will this fraudulent behaviour stop.

Will men trust any such woman? Only the foolish. Let's be blunt, 40+ years of feminism have taught women that they can be utter pieces of shit - with a temporary veneer of pleasantness - and that men will fall for it and marry her. Frivorce with cash and prizes can then be triggered at any time she desires.

I especially enjoy 1, 2, and 5:

Women bitch about men not communicating, yet they lack the sense to communicate properly with men - and demand that we communicate in their mode. Not a problem, we will learn it especially for you Princess. Note: communicating like a woman involves lying.

Women have been taught that it's okay to be inconsistent and that men will accept it. It's supposed to be a part of their "feminine mystique" and we men are not expected to understand it. The reality is that it's another game of "hard-to-get" that she plays for her enjoyment. It's fun to tool men around!

Playing "hard-to-get" is a childish tweenage game that got old in high school. When a woman has hit The Wall™ at 27+ years of age she cannot afford to play silly buggers with men - her value is dropping precipitously while his is rising and will continue to do so. No man with true knowledge of his value will tolerate for an instant any bullshit passive-aggressive/mindfuck games.

None of this will stop us from playing your games though. We'll do it. We'll seduce you. We'll play the field. We'll fuck multiple girls at the same time. We'll play passive-aggressive mindfuck games on you. We'll leave you for any or no reason, especially frivolous ones. You will truly have no cause to whine and moan and bitch about it. After all, we learned The Game from you.

This poisonous message of reality brought to you by Cynicism™, Common-Sense™, and Crap-Colored Glasses™. You are most welcome.