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!

So Much Fail

Commentor Mindstorm links to an interesting thread:

I took the liberty to link your declaration "What is MGTOW?" in a debate with someone badmouthing MGTOW as the secular equivalent of Shakers here: 

http://www.xenosystems.net/chaos-patch-72/

Which is all good. The copyright on this blog is: "Just fucking use it, don't be so fucking PC!" Which of course opens me up wide to plagiarism and people making money off of stolen content and suchlike, but what the fuck what the fuck. Hopefully some of the thoughts and sentiments make sense to those who read them, whether they paid for 'em or not.

Any rate. I'm going to quote a comment (which was in reply to that dumbass twat named DifferentTree) and dig into it a little, use it to expose some of the MGTOW thinking - and the why of why we happen to think in this way:

Your comparison to MGTOW is a pretty good one, but I’m seeing something more depressing in MGTOW in that its a kind of totalistic defeatism which skews history to an extreme pessimism for men. Mention bringing back patriarchy to a MGTOW and they will respond that even patriarchy is pseudo-slavery to women. Thus men must become like Shakers I guess and live in the wilderness crying about how there is no possible society which doesn’t suck for them. This is extremely unhealthy and thankfully many in the Manosphere are calling this out for what it is. MGTOW are the Shakers of the Manosphere.

You really do need to read The Fate of Empires by Sir John Glubb. It's free, it's worth the reading, and - when you think about it - you will begin to see that the West (more specifically, America) is in the final, waning years of Empire. (Counting from the Declaration of Independence in 1776, America is *just about* in the final decade of the 10-generation/250-year lifespan of your typical Empire.)

Now to cherrypick and refute points.

*Skews history to an extreme pessimism for men* - there are so many reasons for this. Basic cost-benefit analysis shows that modern marriage and women are not really worth the effort. Add to that the high chances of divorce in the modern Marriage 2.0 market, plus concomitant loss of both freedom and income. Also, read The Fate of Empires - the decline period is marked by such pessimism.

*Mention bringing back patriachy to a MGTOW and they will respond that even patriarchy is pseudo-slavery to women* - true, MGTOW will definitely say this. Because it is very much a true statement. Marriage is a huge sacrifice for men. To get men to marry, there must be something worthwhile for them in their opinion.

Unless they've been brainwashed, they aren't gonna do it for someone else out of the goodness of their heart. Brainwashing someone, lying to someone, to lure or force them into a situation where they are compelled to cater to someone else's every whim for the rest of their life is nastiness (should I call it evil?) of a high order.

Thus the "slavery" comment is both relevant and true. I will go out on a limb and state that it is worse than old-time slavery because it is covert rather than being overt. Only doublethink can explain how these people are capable of lying to themselves in such a manner. I'm giving them the benefit of assuming they are lying to themselves, and are not simply paying lip-service for their own ends.

So certain men aren't just gonna say "yeah sure bring back patriarchy and I will marry those high-quality sluts with the thousand-cock stare who have taken 500 miles of cock". Which most likely means changing to some form of social construct - whether old-style patriarchy or something else - which is very simple and clear-cut, not going to be retroactively changed, and actually gives to men a hell of a lot of value to them in a manner that can never be taken away from them.

In a manner which they will believe.

Else they just won't do it.

Maybe I'm crazy for thinking this way. I have an overwelming urge to say "no duh, fuckwit" when I say things like: "In a manner which they will believe." and "Else they just won't do it." Like, d'oh! Why would they!

Would you cut your foot off because someone asked you to? Would you cut your heart out because someone asked you to? Would you hand someone half-plus of your accumulated assets and a good chunk of your income for the rest of your life because they asked you to? Does it matter if it's a man or woman doing the asking? D'oh! Why would you!

*live in the wilderness crying about how there is no possible society which doesn't suck for them* - a true enough statement in a limited way. Because most men are realistic enough to see that they're not going to be getting anything other than the short stick for a helluva long time in the current social environment. Over 50% of the voters are female, over 50% of the men in this world are brainwashed to always kiss teh wimminz ass.

That's over 75% of people in the world who will automatically vote for more bennies for teh wimminz and less bennies for teh eeeevil menz. The spirit of Benedict Arnold lives on. You poor sons of bitches in the MRA movement really don't have much chance of changing things. Good luck trying, though. I give you kudo's for the effort, even when I think you're kinda crackers.

*extremely unhealthy* - if you're only looking at the surface (include the quote above, too). On a deeper level we expose our experiences as a warning for other men who have not yet slipped up by marrying a poor choice of subpar woman. So here's a question: do you have another (sensible) option for passing this accumulated (modern) wisdom on?

Because sure as shit, the various churches have fallen down on the job of passing on the Wisdom of Ages to their parishioners. Which is why many of the religion-focused blogs themselves call modern churches "churchianity" - their function has been twisted around to help teh wimminz, in an effort to regain and retain numbers.

*MGTOW are the Shakers of the Manosphere* - interesting. Is this another "MGTOW are loser neckbeards who can't get laid" mentality? Mindstorm already pointed him to the final answer, though.

So much fail.

In some ways I get kinda amused when someone badmouths MGTOW. They seem incapable of grasping that men can make a wholly-rational cost-benefit analysis - and act upon it. That's why some of them seem to reflexively pull out what amounts to "you're just emo losers" shaming language, with a lack of self-awareness which is breathtaking.

Or is this simply that they haven't really thought it through? They're still running on the Blue Pill script that society forced down their throats, instead of taking a long/hard/painful look at reality?

The difference between marriage with a poorly-chosen or subpar woman and the lottery is that you *might* actually win the lottery. Pardon me for not buying lottery tickets: I know the odds far too well to think of it as a sure-fire road to wealth.

Yeah. Very lucky. Cash that looks-ticket in, chicky-babe. Those lips look like they've been wrapped around 100+ cocks. We know the score.

Certainly, many MGTOW would say straight out "patriarchy is still slavery for the man". Because it's true. So: do you have another option? One which doesn't involve manning up and marrying a Dubai Porta Potty, to be cuckolded at whim and frivorce-raped later on in life? Or doesn't that really register, because it only happens to other men?

(Would you cry if you found out that it had happened to you? I have been buried balls-deep in a woman's asshole within half an hour of meeting her - a woman who turned out to be married. Was she your wife? Would it bother you if she was? Do you like the thought of bringing up some thug man's children? Do you like the thought of being cuckolded?)

So.

Yes, in the old days a Man might decide to wife up some soiled dove (I forget where I read about it happening - IIRC it used to be in the Wild West/frontier). He got a lot out of that relationship, his soiled dove had to bring a lot more to the table than the average woman, because she knew that she was used-up shit and he would tolerate less. So he wouldn't do it without some huge gain (no duh!) because it's far easier and cheaper for him to simply go for a variety of young prostitutes.

But then, we already know that society considers the Dubai Porta Potties and Miriam Week's aka Belle Starr's and Debbie Does Dallas (go Bambi!) and various other sluts of their ilk to be wonderful paragons of female worth.

(How about Lisa Sparxxx, the porn "actress" who holds the World Gangbang Record of 919 guys in the same day? According to Wikipedia she's married - guess her hubby likes being cuckolded! Do you like the idea of having the "honor" of being the 920th guy to fuck your girlfriend or wife? Though in her case it's probably close to the 2,000-mark for men in that pussy.)

Fuck that shit.

To Hell with the degeneracy of the last days of our Empire.

To Hell with these unthinking morons who give you shit for using your brains.

Point them at the truth and then walk away.

Go out and live.

We Have Forgotten

We live in a time of spite and discord.

I'm reminded of a few words from The Fate of Empires, by Sir John Glubb:

"Britain has been governed by an elected parliament for many centuries. In former years, however, the rival parties observed many unwritten laws. Neither party wished to eliminate the other. All the members referred to one another as honourable gentlemen. 

But such courtesies have now lapsed.

Booing, shouting, and loud noises are undermined the dignity of the House, and angry exchanges are more frequent. We are fortunate if these rivalries are fought out in Parliament, but sometimes such hatreds are carried into the streets, or into industry in the form of strikes, demonstrations, boycotts and similar activities.

True to the normal course followed by nations in decline, internal differences are not reconciled in an attempt to save the nation. On the contrary, internal rivalries become more acute, as the nation becomes weaker."

We become weaker.

In the old days, we trusted those above us. They had a position, with that position came responsibilities. Responsibilities towards all, for the good of all (them too, of course).

Now, everything is abused and abusive. Spite reigns. Discord is everywhere.

Those who think themselves above, disdainfully abuse those they think are below.

The knives come out and slice into the backs of anyone handy. Generally just for fun.

We have forgotten. With power comes responsibility. The greater the power, the greater the corresponding responsibility.

Power corrupts, yes. Yet still, the responsibility was known and acknowledged and generally followed. "Use it. Abuse it even. Just let me see you doing something with it."

These days it is honored more in the breach.

These days it is abuse which is rampant - responsibility is nowhere to be seen - and everyone is waking up to the lies they've been told all their lives.

The trust in those with power to be responsible with it -

Gone.

As the belief and obedience to the structures which created Western society are eroded away by the greedy and uncaring, abusing their power for fun and avoiding their responsibilities. At the same time, telling others that they need to step up and do their bit, while studiously avoiding doing their part.

Until the general consensus becomes: "Pull the other one, it's got bells on." As it all falls down.

The Irony

So much truth. For both sexes.

Quit Being Stupid

Here's the thing: Men fix shit fast. Women look stupidly at it.

When a problem comes up, he looks at it for maybe two seconds - fixes it - then fucks off and does the next thing.

When a problem comes up, she looks at it for maybe fifty years - whines about it - and then wonders where the fuckin' Men are.

It's retarded. It's retarded how these idiot women semi-think/talk/whinge, and - worse! - it's retarded how we Men keep going back to tell the stupid cunt what reality is. Especially when reality is that it's been fixed.

Only to have her think/talk/whinge about it - again, over and over! - plus adding us into the mix of retarded whining. Because it goes in one ear and out the other. There's nothing in between for it to stick to.

I'm done.

More: we're done.

Fuck it.

You go ahead and keep emoting.

It's not about the nail?

Wrong.

It is about the nail. In ad-fucking-nauseum fucking obsessive fucking detail. With fucking commentary, fucking subtext, and a fucking shit-sandwich thrown in on top of it.

Quit being stupid, cunt. We already fixed the problem. You're still obsessing over it, yet it's done, fixed, finished, time to move on.

Not for you though. You don't believe it's fixed - because we fixed it so fast that you didn't notice. So you say we're clueless about it. Whatever "it" might be.

No. We fixed it. You're clueless.

And now, I'm done. We're done. We're all done.

Maybe in a couple thousand years, you'll get a clue. Unlikely though. You're too fucking retarded and bull-headed stupid.

You'll never make any sense. You can't. It's not in you. So we'll leave you to go deal with your drivel and stupidity by your ownself.

When you start asking: "Where did all the Men go? Where are all the good guys?"

The manosphere normally says things like: "You left them back in your teens and twenties."

I've come to realize that this is wrong. Nope. You drove them away. With your moronic stupidity.

We have better things to do now. I'd wish you good luck - but fuck it, you don't deserve good luck.

Because you have always - and will always - keep pissing all good will away.

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Not That Entertaining

Not just the dipshits with an agenda in the crap-o-sphere right now - though they're pretty fuckin' uninteresting.

Women too.

Here's a man who says it a fuckload better'n I have.

Yup. Now where's my fuckin' potato salad, you one-trick pony.

None Of Their Business

I've been vaguely thinking about the bullshit shaming tactics going on in certain segments of the Manosphere. (I get the feeling that these tactics will basically split up and destroy the Manosphere - because they're divisive by nature with those who take the time to truly think about things - however, that's an entirely different post.)

We've already basically worked out that in many cases, it's because they (the shamers) are attempting to add to their demographic. People who listen to them, people who buy their stuff, loyal fanboi's, narcissistic ego enhancement - crap like that.

All rife everywhere in life and the world, of course.

They're trying to build a gang (or herd) of their own. Thus they troll/shame others - both newcomers and long-established - within the Manosphere. They use the standard categories of female-style shaming tactics to try and shame these others into thinking and acting the way that they desire.

Like that's gonna do much with regards to the truly independent thinkers.

So here is something that might help you in dealing with these fuckwits. Ask them this simple question (directly, or in your mind): What the hell business of yours is it, what I do?

Reality is: It's none of their fuckin' business.

You are totally free to do or not do whatever you fuckin' desire in life.

Never mind what someone else thinks. Preferably without some pig with an agenda attempting to shame you for it. So long as you're prepared to deal with the consequences like an adult.

(For example, dealing drugs is generally frowned upon by society and civilization - you might get killed by the competition - you'll probably get chucked in jail if you're caught - but that's your fuckin' lookout. That's your business. That's your responsibility. Own the consequences of whatever you do.)

Of course, there are a billion-plus people in this world who would rather that you follow the script that they follow. They're too brainwashed to know better. (Plus a lot of them feel like they're bad people if you're doing better'n them - so they'll try to cut you down - tall poppy syndrome lives everywhere!)

There's another billion-plus people in this world who want you to follow the script of their devising. One that fills their pockets. (I'm not just talking women wanting you to do stuff for their benefit - I'm also talking the people who design-and-make the river of shit "stuff" which they try to brainwash you into believing that you "can't live without".)

Both are bullshit.

You probably need to be one of the few people who thinks for themselves - decides for themselves - chooses their lives for themselves - and hey, if you want to buy into some parts of other people's scripts, that's your business.

If making a good chunk of money to enjoy a good life is you, go for it.

If starving the government beast and sucking off the public teat is you, go for it.

If going completely ghost and avoiding society is you, go for it.

If you want to be reasonably independent and not getting screwed over or screwed around by others, you need to do your own thinking and make your own choices. Then stick with them. You don't have to tell anyone else - it's not their business - it's yours alone.

Always remember: these fucker's have an agenda. One that's for their benefit, most likely not for yours - and most likely at your expense.

Gay Divorce And Spousal Support - Didn't Take Long

Back when on this post "So Gays Can Marry Legally in the USA", I asked a simple question:

I do wonder if the LGBTQBDSM-whatever brigade have a clue as to what they've really let themselves in for. Studies show that breakups are even more common in their sector of society, moreso in the situation of lesbian relationships. 

Which brings up a superficially-amusing thought: in the case of frivorce, which one is the woman who gets alimony from her partner? [Emphasis mine. - BPS]

We are now looking to have an answer soon - and it took only 3 WEEKS to get to this situation: Glory Johnson seeks $20K a month in spousal support from Brittney Griner

After getting dumped by Brittney Griner, Glory Johnson is now looking to get paid. 

The jilted wife of the WNBA superstar, who last month filed to annul their 28-day marriage, wants $20,000 a month in temporary spousal support and an additional $10,000 in attorney fees, according to court documents presented on June 29 in Maricopa County, Arizona.

I guess you might call this a "pump'n'dump".

Like we couldn't see that coming. Fucking dipshits.

Amusingly, the whole "gay marriage is legal" thing came out about 3 weeks ago. It took 1 week for someone to decide to see how much $$$ she could get from her "wife".

As a mate said: "Do we flip a coin to see which one's the man?"

HAHAHAHAHAHAHHHHH!!!!!!

Blathering

It's come to that point again, where I feel that I have little to say.

I suppose that it's inevitable. As an introvert, an ISTJ, it's hard to get me to talk. When I do talk, it's hard to get me to shut my fuckin' mouth. Random associations blurted out.

I "talk" more on this blog than I do in real life. Far more. Unless I'm around people (usually at work) the most that I might say is "ouch".

Here the blather comes out, articulate, inarticulate, shallow as a puddle, deep as I can bear to look down the sewer-hole at any particular point in time. Narrowly focused, as per this blog and the manosphere as a whole.

It must make me seem one-dimensional.

People.

People I have known - run across - in my life come to mind. Not just women. Men. Boys. People who killed themselves. People with premonitions of their own death. People who lived in a bubble where nothing nasty seemed to happen to them.

Abusers. Rapists. The vicious and violent. Funny, school had worse teachers than many of the so-called criminal types that I grew up with. The Holy Roman Catholic Priest who had his sexual fun with the little boys of his parish. Thank goodness that I was an ugly kid.

Ex-wife. Dancers. Sluts. Girls down for a good time, not a long time. Mouthing off with their bullshit for forever and a day. Entertaining prattle, pretentious prating.

On the whole, most people have not been that uplifting. Some people are very interesting - most bland, boring, dull, empty. My most interesting recent person - an old man who belongs to the New Zealand Black Powder Club. They own and shoot black-powder weapons: flintlocks, percussion, etc. He has old shotguns, Kentucky rifles, that sort of thing. Even casts his own bullets, seen here in my hand.

The small one is 405 grains, the large one 500 grains. The small one is munted because he was testing it for depth inside a shell and couldn't get it the hell out - it took pliers. These are pure lead. Lead buckshot, don't go over 900 fps or the stuff tends to melt into a blob. Interesting stuff.

Places.

The beach. Nature. Lazing on the grass in the sunlight. Playing in the bamboo and toitoi. Hiking. Fireplace and Grand Marnier in winter. Wildlife. Birds, deer, goats, possums. Hunting. Caves. Abandoned places. Peculiar stones and rocks, pieces of greenstone, finding an old maori adze head as a child. Looking out over miles of bush or beach or sea.

On the whole, places and nature have always been far more uplifting to me. More relaxing. Don't have to watch myself - always something that the socially clueless like myself have to be careful of. Though Game has helped that in some ways.

Experiences.

Being beaten with a chunk of firewood. Still have faint scars on the forehead. Said that I was pleasantly ugly at best. Broken leg. Nearly run over by a Land Rover at night, the idiot didn't have his lights on. Pushing a bike one-handed for almost 5km, to get to a doctor, while the other arm has a shattered elbow.

Climbing various peaks. Taking photographs of the night sky. Watching  a lunar eclipse through binoculars. Checking out the Venus/Jupiter conjunction not so long ago.

Walking through cities where I don't speak much of the local language. Looking at the architecture, ancient, modern, marvelling at how much some people of the past have done, puzzling at why people these days are so obsessed with silliness and triteness.

Two thousand years ago we could have had the steam-engine. We had gears, and batteries, and stuff like that. These things weren't rediscovered until the last few hundred years. Only 47 years ago we went to the moon. The moon!

Now we bitch when the fuckin' remote needs the batteries changed. Now we have fights about what we should watch on TV or at the movies or where to eat out. Now we listen to the blather of the inane "celebrities" and the carefully-sanitized news. Now we argue about what the dramatized idiots on the tv-shows do, what they should have done, etc etc ad fucking nauseum.

Thank you very much for the drivel, world.

It's time for Monk Mode again. Hopefully there won't be anything to kick me out of it. Might avoid the manosphere entirely for a month or two, avoid that silliness going down, while I sort out work and business and get some thinking in. Will ease into it.

ISTJ's, probably introverts on the whole. We do our thinkin' in advance when we can. Figure out our boundaries. Figure out what we are gonna do in certain situations. Run through scenarios in our heads. Unlike that dipshit extroverted world, where most things are a stream-of-conscious random blurt of silliness and stupidity.

A scary thing for women, Monk Mode. Who knows what kind of thoughts and actions might come out of it. After all, someone might realize "nah" and go do their own thing. Scary, scary, for her to be relegated to the dustheap of generic worthless shit in this world.

Putting aside the Crap Colored Glasses™ for a while. Later.

The Beaten Man

Like Dr Bill Warner regarding Islam:

The western world is likened to the abused wife, the beaten dog, and the raped child (42-43 minutes if you want to skip ahead). In a state of fetal self-protection.

Now look at the effects of Radical Feminism. Leaving men in a state of fetal self-protection, like a beaten child or dog.

More than feral. Almost becoming insane.

Have you ever seen a beaten dog suddenly turn on it's tormentor? It's not a pretty sight.

Can you imagine some beaten men suddenly turning on their tormentors? That would not be a pretty sight. Women prate about being oppressed. They don't know what they're talking about.

Assuming, of course, that the Western empire isn't destroyed by the immigrants which they are inviting into their backyard by the boatload. As is already happening in the Scandinavian countries and the EU.
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