Wednesday, 23 May 2018

Twisted Obsessions

It has never ceased to amaze me, the hamsterbations of the female mind. You'd have thought that I'd'a learned by now, yet they can still surprise me.

So here I am in America, I do talk with people. Mostly the older set, because they are actually interesting (astronomers, a guy who was in the NASA space program, engineers who built missiles, an ex-army man who was involved in the Titan II missile biz). Very interesting people.

I don't bother with the younger ones. The males're more interested in making money and showing it off so that they can get their dick wet. The females are brain dead followers of the Karshitdians and whatever loopy drama they can stir up in their lives (a weird thing by itself). The things that us old farts kinda look down on...

Youth, their heedlessness makes me feel old and fuckin' crusty.

Yet for really twisted obsessions, the older females seem to be tops. This is both in NZ and America. Probably the rest of the world too, I have no real personal experience of that though.

The number of older wimminz this past three weeks. They learn that I'm single, the first thing that pops out of their mouths is: "We need to get you a girlfriend." With the obvious "you need to be married" bullshit at a deeper level of meaning in their words.

Yep, like that's gonna happen. I'm picking that Hell will achieve negative Kelvin first.

Of course, being a single man with some spare $$$ to enjoy himself with, that's a straightforward combination of threat/opportunity for wimminz. Can't let him run around loose - he'll wake up the other plantation slaves. Besides, he's got $$$ that some woman isn't sucking dry.

This situation cannot be borne!

So I've had the fortune (aka pain in the ass) of having wimminz making ominous rumbling noises in my direction. All being attempts to curtail my freedom, disguised as "opportunities" to "get a good wimminz in my life" aka become host to a pathetic class of parasitic fuckin' leech.

When I say pathetic, I mean definitively past it. Not to say that some of these wimminz ain't good-looking for chicks in their fourties and fifties. (MakeApp. Use it. Even on the older ones - no, especially on the older ones!) A couple of them would have been real stunners in their twenties.

They're still single/divorced and looking though, which immediately clues you in to the fact that they just couldn't manage one of three things:

1/ choose the right type of man to start with (he was abusive)

2/ stick with the man they'd chosen for more than a decade or so (she got bored)

3/ find the right type of man in the first place (too busy blowing and riding those musical cocks on the carousel)

Yet at this age they are stuck with the weirdest idea that they're still God's gift to men plus still have that twisted obsession with getting married again. He'd better have a giant cock as well. As if the fuckin' world owes it to them or something.

'Scuse me, Martha. You ain't all that. Go squat on your purple cactus for a while.

Because I ain't giving up my freedom for some worn-out loose cunt that's already shat out three watermelons aka womb-turds to multiple men, and is incapable of having any more. There's only downside, no upside atall (having kiddies for the next generation is the only upside, and not much of one these days with frivorce and the weaponisation of the kiddies against the father).

So on the whole: she shoulda planned better and stuck with her "starter marriage" - a term that needs to burn in hell, along with all wimminz who think that way.

That said, there have been a couple of wimminz who knew that I'm from New Zealand and there was no hope of any relationship and who still made some determined moves on me. Perhaps it's because I'm in reasonable shape for a 52yo, perhaps they just wanted some "exotic" foreign dick, perhaps they really thought that I'd change my mind after "sampling" their "wares".

Like I said to someone: I didn't come here looking for some pussy. All it'd take is a false rape accusation and *wham* BPS is in jail for 6-8 months, game and life over man. Supremely fucked.

Though I'll admit that it's fuckin' hard at times, when a halfway-decent-looking (MakeApp, MakeApp, MakeApp) specimen is skilfully putting the moves on you (plenty of practice, that one). I'm not a fuckin' stone, aye. The $$$ that I have is a magnet that's sometimes hard to hide, the temptation is there when they determinedly make all the effort...

Bought to you from the back-bed of an RV up near Grand Canyon. By myself, driving the wimminz en-masse mad because I'm single. Just remember that rawdogging the roadwhore is a supremely bad idea, no matter how tempting...so don't let the camel get its head in the tent door.

Friday, 18 May 2018

White Noise

Have you ever noticed that teh wimminz just can't shut their fuckin' gob?

Everything that happens that might be the slightest upsetting is broadcast to all and sundry. Ad nauseum. To the fuckin' world. Most especially if it's to the detriment of a man.

It reminds me very much of No-Ma'am and The Fine Art of TV Repair.

I ran across a textbook case last night, actually. (Here in America, of course. The break is going well.) This is not to say that it only happens in America - I've seen (heard) it in New Zealand too. England. Thailand. Not personally in Australia, though I see no reason why there would be an exception.

How it came about. I went and parked my RV up at a place called Grindstone Lake, near Ruidoso NM. A nice area, reminds me of the pine forests back in NZ. It's an artificial lake actually, a dam where people can go picnic, fish, swim, etc. Also walk and mountain bike, with lots of trails. Something that I desperately need: the heat has been limiting my walking exercise, I'm literally putting on weight just because of not enough movement.

I go to start my walk, there turns out to be a wimminz in awesome form in the parking lot. Not fine form - awesome form. Dialled up to eleven.

Sittin' in the truck with the door wide open.

Full-throated bitching on the phone to someone else.

When I say full-throated, I mean looooud. I was over 30 meters away (think 30 yards, almost a third of a football field away). I could hear her plain as day.

"Reeeeereereeeeeee I'm fucking stressed out reereeeeereeereerereee I'm fucking sick of it this's got to stop rereeeeeeeererereeeeeee four more fucking days of this shit reeeeeeeeee....!" All of it with that nasty little cutting undertone that bitches can have when they're really going to town.

I turned my head and looked at her as I was walking past. Pretty good looker, IMO - for a mid-thirties bitch. Long legs, blond hair, good shape, and what probably would have been a delicately pretty face if she wasn't twisting it into the shape of her fucked-up emotional/mental state. Looked like a vicious harpy (though maybe that was prejudice on my part).

I kept walking while checking her out pretty damn obviously. She suddenly realised when I was about 5 meters (yards) away and made a lame excuse and hung up. Probably my face showed some of my disgust and she finally picked up on it - took her long enough, I was blatant as hell with the checking her out.

Goes to show: no matter how sexy as fuck she might be, someone somewhere is fed up with her bullshit.

Kept on walking. Good walk around the lake, maybe two miles - sure felt it, being out of shape, though.

Cheers,
BPS

Sunday, 6 May 2018

Victory and Defeat

Damn. So here I am over in America - land in Los Angelos, intending to catch up with a man in Florida, and cousins up in Canada, and see as much as possible while I'm driving on the way and back. I'm driving an RV.

A week has gone past. I'm in Big Bend country, down Alpine Texas. Holy fuck, I thought that I'd be in Florida by now. I forgot how damn huge you guys are. Haven't been over here at least ten years, completely forgot. (Strong winds and routing around a fire here in Texas didn't help. Friday was ten hours driving, a few breaks. Sheeeiiit, I'm feeling like a dumbass. And exhausted.)

So I call the Florida man up, I can't just not show. Completely not fucking cool to do that to someone. "Hello, is that XXX?" "Who is this?" "It's Black Poison Soul."

We spent a few minutes jawing and I let him go back to his evening with family and all. Got to hear each other's voice, I made the effort. It's lame to say, really wanted to get there. I was just dumb. Will most probably yack with him again in the next two-three weeks.

Then called up my cousin in Canada - voicemail - damn, left a lame-ass message.

Feel like a fuckin dipshit.

Next time I'll just fly to where I wanna check out, hire a car, go see the local history and scenery and hike and stuff. You could probably spend a month in each state - I hope you Americans really take advantage of it. You have so much to go look at and do.

I'm gonna have to fly to Florida next year sometime. Do it the smart way. This time, defeated by reality.
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So a quick check back with family in NZ, and friends on FaceCrap. My mate who married the hairdresser has changed all his man-shit profile stuff to wedding photos.

Sad. You once had large, plentiful balls, man. Now you've pussified yourself, and the look on her face - that you obviously can't see - is so fuckin smug with victory.

It's like my balls also winced in sympathy with him.

You know when you see another man kicked in the nuts? Your balls just clench in sympathy?

That feeling.

Stick a fork in him. He's done.

I would have a glass of Grand Marnier in memory...like, in remembrance for a dead mate...only that stuff is back in New Zealand. I'll have to do it when I get back.

Peace...driving. (Tomorrow.)

Saturday, 28 April 2018

Your Silence is Mandatory and Enforced

Given the "soft censorship" going on these days on Google, YouTube, and everywhere else - I decided to see if I had been softbanned. (The BlackPoisonSoul account.)

I went over to Terrence Popp's YouTube and popped up an appropriate comment (to the video). After a couple days I went back to check any replies.

Hmmm. Top of the list when signed in as BPS...yet not visible at all when not signed in. No likes, dislikes, whatever.

Yep. Softbanned. The very definition.

Your silence is mandatory, unwilling, and enforced.

Those who do not exhibit the signs of perfect groupthink will be made invisible to all others. Even other misanthropes, misfits, and deplorables like themselves. After all, we must protect those virgin minds our brainwashed serfs from any hint of anything that might possibly have a snowballs' chance in hell of making them unhappy.

Reality be damned. Wrap them all in cotton wool, so that they will only think/feel/act in ways that we determine to be predictable and useful.

By the time the misery has finally sunk its teeth into them, we will have extracted every last drop of utility from them. Even the juice is now gone. They can go into the dumpster with the rest of the deplorable waste. Because we already got our pound of flesh, down to the last drops of blood possible.

That is why I believe that this blog will eventually disappear. Not overtly. They'll probably leave it in an empty echo-chamber, with no links from nor visibility to the rest of the net.

It's just the insane rantings of another deplorable lunatic. Best to hide them from the rest. We don't want to cause them pain by letting them view such disturbing things.

Let's just obscurify it. Drop it a touch, reduce it's ranking a hair...a hair more...a hair more still...okay, now we can throw it into the list of "never show this shit"...

...job done. On to the next one. There's this other fucking lunatic over here...the list of crazy off-script bastards never ends...

So, still, keep a copy of what you want to keep. Off-line. Preferably in some non-volatile storage. Hard copy, if you must. After all: lots of copies keep stuff safe.

You never know when things might become more zealous. The feminasties and leftidroids and assorted SJW/PC Police keep pushing, and pushing, and pushing. It would only take a few manufactured incidents, then suddenly "let's make things self-policing" becomes the mindset. At which point, a certain number of complaints about this person and his things will vaporize.

Because when you think about it, our modern computerized world has one massive disadvantage that the ancients never had. It's real easy to erase something permanently.

When it's chiseled in stone, it's pretty-much forever. Wish that I could laser-etch it into fused quartz in my basement, however that's a bit beyond the readily-available technology at the moment. I'm stuck with spinning rust and electron-charges in SSD's. So damn ephemeral.

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Castrating the Son

After a bit of thinking about it, I have realized certain things about the kind of low-class "women" who do weird stuff with their children. "Women" like:

* the whore wannabe soccer-mom who dressed her son in girls clothing

* the whack-job who has brought her young son up to the point where he says "I'm still homo"

* both of whom love, love, love their little childrenz scorecards...

* also those who divorce/frivorce and weaponize the kiddies in the war against the former-father

* making the man out to be so eeevil, he would repeatedly rape his own kiddies and then eat the resulting babies (no you ain't getting no child custody, you filth)

Such beautiful minds.

Such poisonous souls. (That's my line. Caught you fucker's trying to steal it.)

So overflowing with hatred and bile.

So twisted and warped, that they continue their process of castrating the ex-husband by castrating the son. Castration by proxy.

"*WHACK!* There! No filthy male behavior from you! You've been castrated now!"

And she must be sure to tell the father - and all others that she can - what she's done. All that sub-rosa foulness coming out. In the nicest way, of course - plausible deniability is still required.

Further down the line, the consequences strike:

"Why can't I find a maaaannnn!"

It's because we've realized how fucking sick, twisted, and broken you are. To the point of being completely unfuckable, let alone marriageable. Thank you for putting it out there 11,000% on display for all to take heed of.

Fair warning is good.

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Sunday, 15 April 2018

Something To Bitch About

This is some theoretical stuff today. I've been thinking about it for a couple of days, it seems to correlate with my personal experiences. Think it through for yourself, your mileage might vary.

We all know that teh wimminz love to bitch. (In fact, if they don't bitch they will probably blow up. Too much pressure inside and no safety-valve. We don't want to be around when she blows up.)

Looked at in one aspect, the whole of feminazism is just one huge bitch that's gotten to the point of blowing up. (Fucking whining over petty bullshit. Bah.)

Interestingly, a man I know floated an idea past our small group of guys on Friday at our TGI Friday lunchfest. He reckoned that a beard has two functions:

1/ To keep the face warm in winter. (Which it is heading that way now in NZ.)

2/ To give her something minor to bitch about.

Now, in some parts of the manosphere - being an asshole is "the thing". If you think about it, being an asshole gives her a sub-rosa benefit. Effectively along the lines of giving her something to bitch about. (She will never acknowledge this.)

Which kind of makes sense given the comments re beards above.

So taking this theoretically.

If she has something minor to bitch about (ie you're actually a man who doesn't kowtow to her, rather than a soyboy pussy fag yes-man slave who attempts to kiss her ass out of cringing fear all the time) then she's letting off steam - pressure - in small doses.

For you poor bastards in a relationshit that seems to be going south: try growing your beard. Just to piss her off a little and give her something concrete and petty to bitch about.

Hell, rasp her fuckin' face with it. In fact, her whole damn body, if you know what I mean. Just scratch her up a little everywhere.

Cross fingers, this'll keep the pressure from building up to where she goes full-on crazy cunt - leading to frivorce.

(What, she wouldn't like that? Grow a fuckin' spine you maggot. Your cringing is despicable, take your fuckin' balls back outta her purse. Cast those motherfuckers in concrete. Then slap her across the face with 'em. Right, she now has something concrete to bitch about - instead of you being a soyboy pussy fag yes-man slave who attempts to kiss her ass out of cringing fear all the time.)

Good luck, men. Now go out and enjoy yourselves.


Sunday, 8 April 2018

Why Women Are Dishonest

Over on /r/MGTOW is a very basic question "Why are American women so dishonest about what they find attractive?":
This makes me annoyed. Why are women so dishonest about what they like. For example in a reddit once I talked about body image issues with men and how they were unhealthy. Of course some chick barged in and said she "only likes what is on the inside and does not like muscly guys"
this made me annoyed and I told her she was full of shit and knows it.
(got banned from that sub by king arthur's white knights at the round table lol).
She denied up and down how she was not attracted to muscly guys. On campus, i see chicks talk about how they "don't like muscly guys" well, their behaviour shows otherwise they are constantly flirting with muscly guys.
Hey nothing wrong with that! you like what you like just be honest!
I can actually SYMPATHIZE with a lot of women.
I shamefully admit I have gay tendenceies. Like I have been physically attracted to fit muscly men. (lol I know that is super gay but I am being 100% honest.) some of those guys had shitty personalities but I liked them better than the smaller nice guys because of their physical appearance.
Why are guys more honest about what they like in a woman?
like most guys like genuinly curvy women (NOT fat) with, large breasts, and thick lips and healthy skin and a nice personality.
Why do women lie about liking "nice guys" but don't just say: "I like a muscly assertive man and am not interested in smaller passive guys".
That would solve 90% of dating issues today.
Its as if guys would say: "I don't like sexy chicks, I like fat chicks with a nice personality" But then they would blow off all of the fat chicks and only pay attention to the hot chicks.
What is so hard about this?
sorry for my spiel.
Ignore the bit about him having gay tendencies: that's his biz and I'm not going to attack him for his honesty. See, he is asking a very relevant question - no matter who asks it.

I'm also cutting his question down to the bare-bones essentials. Not just American women - all women are dishonest. Not just about what they find attractive - dishonest, period, about everything.

They are dishonest - they lie - to stay in practice.

They lie to their family, friends, boyfriends, acquaintances, random people in the street.

You know the types of things. "I'm on the pill." "It's your baby." "He raped me!" "It's not my fault!" "I couldn't do X because of Y (bullshit reason)." "I didn't know!" "I was with the girls. (She was getting fucked by Chad.)"

Most of all, they do this so that they can lie to the Police, Judge and Jury, their Lawyer, the world at large, etc - when it comes down to the final crunch. That time in front of the police, the lawyer, the court. They can lie with an absolutely straight face as they make claims that you are violent and abusive and should never-never-never be allowed anywhere near the children. Though you should pay her out the wazoo for raising them.

By the time she's finished with lying about you to all and sundry, you are the type who would rape your own children and kill and eat the babies that resulted from it.

Oh sure, there are a very rare few (the 10-20% who got snapped up real young and who actually stay in a relationship because they are near-NAWALT material) who don't lie all the time. That still leaves a lot of room: "only" 30% of the time, rather than 100% of the time, is still lying.

Old joke: How do you tell when a woman's lying? She's talking.

Good luck with all that.

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Saturday, 31 March 2018

Consequence

Yes, I'm going back to The Matrix: Reloaded. Specifically, The Merovingian and the concept of causality:
Action. Reaction.

Cause and effect.

You think you have a choice. In reality, that's only a very small part of the total equation. The tiniest part of it, the mere beginning.

Choice and consequences.

The bigger part - really the only relevant part - is the results. What is the end-result. What is the consequence.

The choice is a seed. The consequences might be an enormous tangled web that you had absolutely no inkling of when you planted that seed.

For men:

You can choose to be a pansified blue-pill simp, soy-boy, etc. This has a consequence of you helplessly dancing to someone else's tune.

You can choose to be a PUA. This has a consequence of you fucking plenty of other women.

You can choose to be a MGTOW. This has a consequence of seeing through the bullshit, refusing to deal with many aspects of it, and basically ending up an alienated Lone Wolf type.

Some people choose to go full-on Ghost. Call that MGTOW ^ 10. I'm not certain what the full consequences of that are. Even some of the consequences. A mystery to me.

Some consequences have hidden negatives and positives. As a blue-pill simp you have an almost-certain chance of having your emotions and head messed around. Also a very high chance of being divorce-raped, your children used as weapons against you, and the next several years being spent paying someone else to spread her legs for a variety of other men.

As a PUA, you effectively have to act like a slightly better grade of blue-pill simp. You entertain someone else of generally low mental acuity and likely zero basic ethics, on the off-chance that you will get to fuck her. Even Roosh V came to hate the thought of being a dancing monkey for someone else's entertainment.

As a MGTOW, you become slowly more insulated from the emotional/mental turmoil and general bullshit that the opposite sex generates. You start seeing through the smoke-and-mirrors illusions. You start choosing (with varying consequences) what you allow into your life. One originally-unintended consequence is a better, more relaxed life and lifestyle.

As a Ghost, you completely insulate yourself from the warped system that is our society, our civilization. I have only inklings of what the consequences of this might be. I suspect more do-it-yourself hardship. As a side-effect though, I suspect one hell of a lot more personal satisfaction is involved with this choice.

I also suspect that surviving as a Ghost is where the *real* men will develop themselves. In comparison the rest of us are children. Teenagers at best.

For women:

You can choose to be a crazy, feral cunt who parts her legs for anyone that turns you on at the moment. The consequences include:

* becoming an effective nymphomaniac aka sex maniac

* becoming destroyed "down there" (those vibrating baseball bats can't be good for you)

* becoming unable to bond with others in any way

* emotional and mental instability

* several personal STDs

* several unwanted children that you have to "raise" alone

* several fucked up next generations

* an overall degeneration of the civilization/society that you live in

You can choose to be the more "traditional" type of woman. The consequences (might) include:

* bonding strongly with someone who will actually be with you all your life

* emotional and mental stability

* very likely good health and life (shit sometimes happens)

* an exceptional family

* exceptional next generations

* an overall improvement of the civilization/society that you live in

Notes:

1/ I deliberately left out cats.

2/ Any backsliding, even once, turns you into a crazy feral cunt. You can't change once that happens. Remorse simply doesn't cut it. Nor can you change or be "born again" or whatever delusions you might attempt to shove down others' throats.

3/ Nobody - men or women - understands what the "traditional" type of woman might be. If there ever was such a thing as a Unicorn at all. I strongly suspect that it was only force which caused certain behaviors, which force is now long-gone.

As things are, the aggregate consequences of a large proportion of fucked-up choices and lack of basic ethics are what's causing the fucked-up mess that is our society. No wonder that MGTOW is happening.

Action. Reaction.

Shit in the water. It becomes undrinkable. You get sick and die.

Shit in society. It becomes unworkable. It gets sick and dies.

Good luck with all those consequences.
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Some personal reflection.

It's been a long set of changes. A weird semi-red-pill quasi-alpha in my youth, to blue-pill simp, the semi-red-pill quasi-alpha borderline-PUA again, to what I guess is full-on MGTOW.

This blog is one helluva mess. Call it 800 posts of general crawling out of the muck, banging the head into the wall over-and-over, looking around and examining the insanity everywhere, traveling through what might be called several moments of clarity.

What's next?

Who the fuck knows?

There may be more thoughts to explore, we will see.

It's better than running through life with a fucked-up mental program of buggered basic ethics, alongside others who are similarly running through life with fucked-up mental programs of no basic ethics coupled with no thought for the consequences or for the future.

Damn near anything has to be better than that.

Friday, 30 March 2018

A Basic Difference

This one's about basic ethics. Also how that translates into basic decency in any society. (At least, any society that I - and likely you - want to be in.)

Yes, an odd topic involving philosophy. Damn relevant though. You see, Leftists and Feminists and Marxists and the entire SJW crowd in aggregate lacks the first (basic ethics), which by extension then translates to them lacking the second (basic decency). You can add that most women on the whole are severely lacking in basic ethics too, which causes further rather large problems.

Let's say that there are two general groups of things in the world. (An academic's $20 word would be "classes" of things.)

The first group might include: my wife, my child, my family, my dog, my cat, my girlfriend, my friends, my employer, my employees, random people and things out in the world. Most people might lump "my job" into this group.

The second group might include: my clothes, my car, my house, my computer, my tools, my garden, my business, my health, my life, my thoughts, my opinions, my time, my choices, my money, and various other "stuff" that you personally own.

There is a basic difference between the two groups.

The second group you are free to do with as you wish. Use them, lose them, wreck them, waste them, whatever - however you wish.

The first group you are not free to do with as you wish. Using them, wrecking them, whatever - is basically called abuse, murder, rape, pedophilia, theft, etc.

(Please note: Unlike the insane leftist brigade, most normal people are fully aware of the difference between beating and discipline. The former is abuse, the latter is intended to teach the difference between accepted/desirable and not accepted/desirable behaviour. The result is dogs which bite the faces off children vs seeing-eye dogs, and destructive criminals vs a scientist or brain-surgeon. Call it useless vs useful, worthless vs worthwhile.)

From this basis of ethics we can see how basic decency flows. Keeping those two groups properly separate makes a person basically decent. You can expect certain reasonable behaviours from them, expect them to not fuck you around, to not steal from you, to not destroy your personal stuff, etc. This doesn't automatically make them a pussy, they're just not gonna fuck you around without a damn good reason (ie some slimy fuck started it).

Of course, mixing the groups has huge potential for fucked-up behaviours. This is where you get mommy dearest frivorcing hubby for $$$ and weaponising "her" children in the process. This is where you get confiscatory taxes that go to pay the "less fortunate" aka deadbeat no-hopers (and those running the scam). This is where you get theft (like the latest South African stealing of land from the Boer farmers).

This is where you get unilateral punishments all out of proportion to the "crime", plus "crimes" which are so stupid that common-sense has been lost in an attempt to "punish" the "guilty".

(Where the fuck does this greedy claiming of high expenses for child support "for the benefit of the childreeeen" come from? Never mind, I already answered: greed.

Where does cheating and cuckoldery come from? From when one of the pair says that the relationship is "for my benefit", rather than "for our benefit". The general benefit of children and society can go hang, fuck ya'all, it's all about me. Me me me me meeeeeeeee!)

Now let's look at the Leftist, Feminist, Marxist, SJW brigade as a whole. These indecent people pieces of shit do not separate these two groups. From this fact flows all the troubles that these scum cause.

Telling you that you will think in certain ways and that certain opinions that you happen to hold are wrong. Censoring the same. Intruding into your personal life and time and space to do so.

Blaming you for the shortcomings of themselves and others.

Stealing from you for the benefit of others (especially themselves).

And if you don't like it: ruining your life (often with manufactured lies - false rape accusations, anyone? Bueller? Bueller?). In extreme cases: imprisoning you or beating you to a bloody pulp or killing you as an example to others who might be thinking of stepping over the line in the sand that they've drawn.

Thank you, Communism. You are a playbook for the worst scum of our and all other society.

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Thursday, 29 March 2018

YouTube Full Retard

From the men over on /r/MGTOW, Turd Flinging Monkey is now gone from YouTube.

Some very thoughtful comments:
SkewerSkewerNA -
Modern day equivalent of book burning.
LexGrom -
More profound, cos 1 book can be read only by 1 person at the time. No feedback loops. The level of knowledge sharing thorough online videos is incomprehensible. It's already changed the world and only speeds up
CrackingYs -
He’s still available if you search TFMonkey on Twitch.
YouTube is in Nazi book burning mode. Society is going downhill VERY fast at this point, guys. I’m actually starting to make plans to leave North America before the feminazis start burning my neighbourhood down.
This is exactly correct.

Forums and blogs are a simple system for creating a shared book of knowledge. Certainly, the content is sometimes dubious. It sure as hell ain't polished, or put into high-falutin' $20 words by some academic with his head up his own ass.

Have you ever heard of Monk's Coefficient? Doesn't mean squat to you? How about the Bugger Factor? Deliberately buggering around with something to break it - or maybe make it show up the way you want. They're the same thing.

The only difference is that Monk's Coefficient is the $20 per word academic's way of putting it. Which high-falutin' way of putting it, puts it out of the comprehension of most people who don't have a higher education (that's $30+k per year thankyouverymuch NEXT!). In comparison the Bugger Factor is 100% comprehensible to anyone. You can get the basic idea just by the name.

So the original internet was set up as a reference of knowledge. It was originally conceived as a reference library for every scientific thought of mankind. This was expanded to every thought of mankind (good and bad both - which is why you can still get Mein Kampf, The Prince, The Communist Manifesto, The S.C.U.M. Manifesto, etc in regular libraries).

The difference is that Mein Kampf, The Communist Manifesto, and The S.C.U.M. Manifesto are works of hate. You can still read the things though. Of course, you are allowed to read/watch the feminazi hatespeech female reality online too - just not the male hatespeech reality which eloquently, logically, and repeatedly refutes it.

This makes the entire manosphere a reference-shelf of examples and thoughts and philosophies that are centered around one area. You can tell that it's on-mark when the precious-brigade start squealing and crying and wailing and gnashing their teeth. They don't want people to examine those particular sets of reference shelves, because people will awaken to the shit going down.

They don't want the reference shelves even there, because it might warp unformed minds wake people up sooner.

Now that modern Marxism has trained the Left and the latest generations to use the internet as their primary source of news and as a reference (when was the last time you went to your local library for information?) they have shifted full-gear into the next part of their agenda. To recap:

1/ Cry and Scream (effective only with pussies and people without a fuckin' spine)

2/ Shadow Banning (your unpopular opinions will not be visible to others)

3/ Destroying Content (your unpopular content will not be available to anyone) <<< we are here

4/ Revisionism (content will be checked and altered to fit the approved narrative)

5/ Conformity (you will only be able to find information and opinions which are approved)

Conformity is the endgame. You will think only approved thoughts and learn approved knowledge as the Politburo allows, and we know exactly how that caused Russia to implode. Hell, the Middle East under Islam went the same way several hundred years ago.

Which is a great heads-up to what happens at the end of things.

If you have run across content which you really like, download it. If you have put up content that you don't want to lose, keep a copy. This isn't just the manosphere. Everything. Every reference book you can in PDF and EPUB format, every driver, every CD or DVD. Your photographs. Everything you want to keep. Hard copy is good too - it can't be retroactively altered.

Keep what you want to keep on multiple media. If you can, write-once the stuff. Protect it. I personally have a large HD in my PC, a NAS with mirrored drives, and three backup drives. With the backup drives: one is in a fireproof/waterproof case, one is offsite. I learned the value of this process long ago when I found myself having to rewrite some computer code that got deleted when an HD was hit with a virus - lots of copies keep stuff safe (LOCKSS, a system used worldwide by libraries).

An EMP would take me out. Otherwise, I'm guaranteed to have a near-complete copy of everything that is really important to me. Including this blog, after every post. (Especially including all my passwords - written in pen in a notebook.)

Keep yourself and your thoughts safe, brothers.