Tuesday, 30 December 2014

Crazy Girls

Every now and then you run across these types. They look basically normal and you wonder how come they're single - then they open their mouth and you realize it instantly. They're very, very common in the internet dating scene. These are the "open her mouth and bitch about everything on the first date" girls.

I had a mate last night try to hook me up with one of these. He invited me over, I'm in the kitchen dropping some beer in the fridge, he comes around the corner: "This one's tatted and has a nose-ring. You'll be in with a grin."

I'm instantly on my guard. Crazy chicks always come with very good warning-signs - over the years I've had enough experience to learn about 'em. Tats and a nose-ring is Defcon 3. Round the corner to the group with a beer and there she is:

Legs tatted (lots).

Arms tatted (lots).

Shoulders tatted (lots).


On the good side though:

Long hair.

Cute face (unfortunately marred by that nose-ring).

Then she opened her mouth.

It has been a while since I have been subjected to such a barrage of bitching, whinging, whining, man-bashing bullshit. Within 2 minutes I was thinking "definitely unfuckable".

Girls. If your life is so pathetic that you have to indulge in this crap, there's knives in the kitchen. Get one. Get a sharpie marker, go mark a dotted line along the middle of the wrist. Do the other wrist as well. Good, now there's no excuse to fuck things up. Cut along dotted lines.

While I do thank my mate for thinking of me, please, don't be thinking of me again. Or come up with a far better quality of girl.

X Is My Life

We've all heard it in our time. It could be anything.

"Surfing is my life!"

"Jogging is my life!"

"Dancing is my life!"

Which immediately makes me think: "You have a pretty crap life."

These things are luxuries, enhancements to life. They are fun, on the side, not the all-consuming central "need" that these crazy cunts make it out to be.

"My children are my life!"

"Family is my life!"

I could almost get behind these - except that we know what a crock of fucking shit it is. Women have been known to mistreat and kill their own children when they get into relationships where the new man doesn't dig the kids. And they've certainly stepped out and had some strange cock outside their family/husband life.

The only thing that is "her life" is doing her crazy best to cram her cunt.

Here's the real secret: if she makes a living at it, then it's her life. She sure as fuck won't be proclaiming to all and sundry "X is my life!" Because it's just a fuckin' job that supports her life.

This Public Service Announcement brought to you by Crap Colored Glasses™ and Black Poison Soul. Also too much hanging around crazy cunts who declared way too often: "Dancing is my life!"

Monday, 29 December 2014

Brains to Mush

Recently I had the misfortune of being at a friend's house and being effectively forced to watch some of the so-called "comedy family" movies garbage that comes out of Holly-Shit-Wood.

In this case it was one of the Alvin and the Chipmunks movies. (#2 I believe. I can't be arsed finding out for certain. I don't want to know how many crappy sequels there are.)

Picture this. Three adults watching a kids movie on daytime TV - brains switched off. Out of self-defense, actually.

(There are times when I'm just too damn polite for my own fuckin' good. Times when you can't really say "fuck this crap, I'm heading home". Though in retrospect, I should've - if we have that little to talk about when together then perhaps we should just be acquaintances.)

I could feel my fuckin' brain turning to mush.

Friday, 26 December 2014

We Get What We Deserve

Merry Fuckin' Christmas. I'm so gonna burn for this one. On an express elevator goin' straight down to hell.

So lets get one thing straight. About everything. We get what we deserve.

Friends. Enemies. Acquaintances. Work. War. Peace.



Life on the whole.

So here we men are, out here, having a whinge about how there's only crap women to be had.

So here the women are, out here, having a whinge about how there's only crap men to be had.

I get feeling that all this fucking bullshit would be done with, finished, gone, over. Within five years. If us men actually started acting as though we had a dick in our pants.

It's easier to complain on the internet.

It's easier to sit at the bar and sip on our exquisitely micro-brewed craft beer.

And fuckin' whinge.

Women don't have a fucking clue what they want. And us men - well, we have no fucking clue what women want. The reason: they only tell us the nice, socially-acceptable shit. And we listen 'cause there's nobody else to tell us. Even to teach us by example.

Here's a radical theory for ya. World War I and II killed off an appreciable fraction of men.

Yes, men. Not the pussies of the modern generations. Men.

Not the "I never knew my father" crying to the psychoanalyst generation. Men.

I look back on the generations of my Grandfather and Great-Grandfather. They were men. They did shit. They knew how to do shit. They didn't question it, they didn't get all angsty about it, they didn't pussy out and say "oh I'm afraid of trying" it, et fucking cetera. They dug in and fucking did it, even if they sucked at it. They were men.

They weren't soft like us.

Take that as you may. Just think about it though.

We already know that women want to be dominated by their man. They don't really want to be a ball-breaking slut.

So I wonder where that idea came from.

No, wait. I think I can guess. "A goil wit moxie." Ah, good old criminal days, immortalized forevermore.

Tastes like liquid pain.

Gentlemen, we seem to have bred for liquid pain. After all - that's what we go for. So we get it. And more of it, as we like it, protestations au contraire.

Hey. If a girl wants to get some action, she'll do what it takes. We let 'em go for it. We didn't say anything even close to resembling: "Stop."

We didn't say it, let alone shout it.

We like our liquid pain.

So here we are. An endless, joyless, sweating intertwining of bodies. An inane, meaningless copulation eternal. A twisted and passionless nothingness - where we attempt to hurt each other and ourselves to feed the bottomless void within.

Another drink? Go ahead.

Another drug? Go ahead.

Another girl? Go ahead.

Have another cigarette. It brings you one day closer to death? Have two then.

Have a couple of donuts. No, seriously. Yes, that white sugar is pure death. Go on, slug down a dozen.

I have some questions for you.

Do you actually have any passion inside you?

(Other than for the next chick you want to fuck - of course, it's "I want to be elsewhere" once you're done busting a nut into her.)

Do your friends actually have any passion inside them?

Do you know anybody who has any passion inside them?

The vast majority of people don't.

Their lives are an endless treadmill. Eat. Work. Fuck. Sleep. Eat. Work. Fuck. Sleep.

Eat work fuck sleep.


Oh sure, little flecks of momentary pleasure. Holidays. Time with friends. Partying. Fucking another chick. Between bouts of tedium.


Now it's the weekend.

Repeat cycle.

99% of humanity could be wiped out in some great catastrophe.

History could look back and scream: "Oh my God! 99% of humanity was wiped out in X catastrophe!"

Name them.

Go on. Name them. Name the dead.

"But. That's 99% of 7 billion people!"

Yes. There'd be about 70 million people left. Name the dead.

"But. My God. That's a terrible loss of life!"

You can't even name the dead. Seriously, stop the crocodile tears. The bullshit. The idiocy.

6.93 billion people could die and you would literally not give a flying fuck. At the most, it would simply make your life harder.

No more fuckin' iPods.

Seriously, it's to fuckin' laugh. 99% of people dead, 6.93 billion bodies to bury, and the survivors miss their latest iPod gadget from Apple manufactured by slave-labor in China.

The next generation iCrap was gonna read your emotions, play appropriate music. Fuck. That ain't never gonna be developed now.

You need a sense of the ridiculous to truly appreciate this.

No strength, no passion, no life, no soul. More importantly: no fuckin' iPods.

Just people endlessly, joylessly, breeding.

Because we don't know what joy is. All we know is the taste of pain.

We complain that women are hedonistic sluts. Strange that. Aren't we men the same? After all, we just bust a nut in some random and then head out the door quick-smart. Send that text, specifically so that she replies with a text along the lines of: "Wow that was awesome!" Kaching! Safe again! No false rape allegation from this one!

Then the next, the next, the next. Another endless cycle around the washing-machine.

We don't care what they are like. So long as their physical beauty is good, everything's good. They got three holes to receive in, They drop out some insanity, we drop them and find another one. They got no personality - well, we didn't select for that. Eventually they bore us. Drop them and find another one.

We get what we want. We get what we deserve.

We don't know what a good woman would be. Neither do they.

Turn the mincer handle once more. Grind it up a little finer. Everything's the same, when it's ground down to a paste. Wrap it in a plastic skin, put it on the skillet, toast it a little - have a bite - chew it down for a bit - then finally, spit it out and throw it away.

Everything's the same when you're the same. Just another guy, looking to bust his nut into the nearest available hole. Here, this one's making itself available for you. Go ahead. Fill your boots. Or more accurately - fill her holes. The more the merrier.

Gangbangs! Bukakke! Mooore cooooock!

Is there a difference between you and her?


You could train her to become a "good woman". If you wanted to.

She'd soon stop her insanity if she realized that the true man of her dreams, the true life of her dreams, required her to actually shape up.

Same goes for you.

Oh dear, this sounds like another "man up" article. Perhaps it is.

And perhaps the truth fuckin' hurts too much for us pussies to accept it.

Tuesday, 23 December 2014

The Three Musketeers

With all this race-riot crap going on over the media-frenzy regarding the Ferguson Police (in America, for us poor benighted New Zealanders). Here is the perfect retort to the fucking bullshit:
Preach it!

Sunday, 21 December 2014

Men Are Becoming The More Cautious Sex

Ironically, it was Judgy Bitch who caused this post to come together. It was caused by observations regarding her publisher:

A Man Decides Feminists Can Ruin Him And Wisely Opts To Not Engage

Yes indeed. It is irony in the extreme. We men have noted many times that Feminism hurts women - and here is a prime example. A woman author who has had her publisher effectively say after a year of back-and-forth work on her novel: "Thanks, I don't wanna touch it with a bargepole. Good luck."

I get the impression, reading between the lines, that it was a shock to her. This is the fruits of feminism. Destruction of potential good - for both sexes - via proxy fear.
Another contributing factor was this situation. Never allow women into your man-space. They delight in fucking it up.
So here is where we look back through history.

In the old-old days, a woman was the one who had to be cautious. Get knocked up and *kapow* if she was lucky her family would "adopt" the child and keep her on. If she was unlucky - disownment and starvation for her and her child was not unusual. Women *had* to be cautious. Men could go rambling around as they chose.

Fast-forward to today.

"Baby, lets fuck! I'm preggers! So what, the government will help us pay for it! Wait, where'd you go? Well. I now have a baby. Hey government! Help me here, I'm a brave and battling and heroic single mommy!!! Oooooo there's another good-looking boy - rawdog me again!!! I'm preggers!!!"

'Round and 'round and 'round in ever-decreasing circles. Until they spiral up their own cunt and look out at the world while sucking their thumbs uselessly and blubbering to get some sympathy. Yeah she's the real victim here.

In addition: women's (Feminists) hatred is now firmly focused upon men. It almost appears that any reason - or none! - is enough for a woman to scold a man, and the rest of them will dogpile onto it out of sheer reflex. Result: the man is crushed under social bullshit, his reputation (and his life, in the form of his enjoyment and perhaps even his work) shredded to tatters.

"Butbutbut - why would women do this?"

Dunno. Why do women make false rape allegations? Why did fatties start screaming for the blood of the CEO of the company that makes yoga pants? Why didn't they just go and lose some weight? Why do women now do their damnedest to get preggers? Why is it bad-boys she gets wet for? Why do 50% (actually closer to 80%) of marriages end in divorce? Why do women want to invade every bit of male space? Why do women want to change men? Why ... why ... why ... ?

It's complicated. So fucked if I know. All I know is that it looks like there's two ways a man can go to protect himself in the end:

1/ Be a thug. You're gonna do time, but face it, your life is already screwed up. What the fuck, you'll still get to root some slut-whore who looks better than the damn fatties. And she can't suck your wallet dry when it's already empty and you're in jail.

2/ Be a prudent and cautious man - who avoids women and their shit. You get your own place. You get your own stuff. You do your own thing. You don't have some used-up slut-whore who has "changed" - or some fattie - sucking your wallet and life dry.

Or you can do the same crap that all those poor bastards who get reamed in the divorce-courts do: put a ring on that fat slut's finger. Good luck, you got a 50-80% chance of getting reamed and enslaved for life.

Is there a real wonder that men are becoming more cautious? Is there a real wonder that women are throwing caution to the winds?

Never Allow Women Into Your Man-Space

Specifically and especially, involving hunting and games. (I can see women going: "Oooooo BPS plays games! What a looooooser!" Yes cunt, fucking deal with it. Geocaching is a good excuse to get the fuck out of the house. What do you do to stop that fat ass from getting fatter? Eat another "Uh-oh Oreo"?)

So someone I know went and shot a couple of rabbits. The guy's had guns for years, probably close to twenty or twenty-five. He mentioned the rabbit-shooting casually in mixed company.

One of the women took umbrage to that (I think she'd have taken a fuck sight more if she'd been given the chance) and started rocking off at him. Passive-aggressive "poor little bunny rabbits" blah blah whinge whine. The usual shaming fucktardisms and shit from a cunt who doesn't like what you've done.

Being a shitbag, I knew what she was pulling and said to him: "You should have taken a picture, pile of dead rabbits. Cooking pot beside it." 'Cause he hunts and camps out, eats what he shoots, etc.

Instant silence from the cunt brigade.

A little later she said: "You do know, if they're in a cage or have collars, they belong to someone and they're not supposed to be shot." He assured her that they were wild rabbits.

Yes cunt. Thank you for your passive-aggressive insinuation of his mental incapacity. It's amazing when women insinuate - even flat-out state - that men lack social acuity.

Another one was a guy bitching in a channel about someone else who does geocaching. (Look it up. Then get out there and move. Or play Ingress, the same thing without having to go hiking deep into the bush at times. Useful if you're one of those poor bastards who has massive allergies or gets eaten alive by insects.)

The guy he was bitching about does it the easy way: with a helicopter. To be fair the bitched-about guy is old, so hey - but the man needed to vent, so go ahead and let him vent. It's not hurting anyone.

Some silly cunt comes out of nowhere and rocks out with: "Right XXX for fuck sake it's only a game, get over yourself. If you don't like how they play don't play at all!"

This is some useless cunt who just hangs around, does nothing. Rocking off at someone who takes his exercise-fun very seriously on a daily basis. Especially now that it's summertime here in New Zealand.

He was pissed. Did he rock off back at her? No - sadly, he was too polite ("po-faced fat useless cunt" would have been a good description of this ho). He simply said: "indeed. have fun. later." And permanently left.

So we have this fat, po-faced, useless cunt hanging around in a men's space. Men who go around hiking through bush for a couple of days, camping out, hunting, climbing fucking cliff faces even. To do their fun. And a fat, po-face, useless hanger-on cunt thinks she can just rock off at him whenever she doesn't approve of his attitude/behavior/whatever.

Destroying the enjoyment and camaraderie of ALL the guys who enjoy that game/sport.

Your cunt is toast, bitch.

THIS is why you never, never, never allow women into your male-only space. Or games. Or enthusiasms. Or whatever.

Don't even let them know what you do for fun. They'll take a passive-aggressive little snipe at it. Or make some demeaning remark. Anything insinuating, to cut you down, make your fun a little less enjoyable than it is for you.

They can't stand it that you're able to have fun without them. And they're too fucking useless to try it for themselves, join you in your fun. It's vastly easier for the majority of them to destroy others than to join in or create.

Saturday, 20 December 2014

You Are A Utility To Single Mommies

At least, in her mind - and the mind of all weak-minded mangina's.

Your choice if you want to be a slave.

I'm not sorry. Neither should you be.

Damaged Women

After some vague thinking, I have come to a realization about women and marriage. It's not really that hard for a woman to get married. Seriously.

If she isn't married by the time she hits 30 years old? There is something very wrong with her that prevents marriage.

It might be debt. I've seen this. No sensible man wants to take on enough debt to pay a house mortgage off.

It might be health. I've seen this. No sensible man wants to try going out with someone who can't enjoy going out (gluten intolerance, picky eater, obsessing over her weight, etc).

Chances are vastly higher that it's something whacked in her head though.

So if she's had "a few" boyfriends, and none have wifed her up as yet, then it's a pretty good indication that she's unmarriageable. Shades of the old days, when an 18yo girl was considered a spinster who was unmarriageable.

On the whole it doesn't take much to turn any halfway-sensible guy off a girl. Some examples:

Constantly snippy.

Half-assed wishy-washy.

Always picking fights.

Using you (say, for expensive dinner dates - or just as a handy living dildo).

"Where are all the good men?" Nah, forget it. You're not marriage material, you spoiled and retarded and crazy cunt.

Female Disrespect Starts Early

Getting towards Christmas, I occasionally think back on previous women from around this time of year. One especially comes to mind. Only average looks, face a 6 or so (6.5-7 when made up) - she acted like my dick was her God.

Quick background: Indian (not Amerindian), very dark-skinned (basically black), Christian. Sucked dick like a pro on the first meet - yeah not *that* good a Christian - and horny as fuck. Very much enjoyed sex. Enjoyed the usual sexual shenanigans in the bedroom. Taking naked pictures of her was a huge turn-on for her.

She even once confessed that she'd always dreamed of having a white cock. Yes, in as many words - I should have taken that as the warning-sign it was. Younger and more naive back then.

So. She sends a picture a bit before Christmas: her and her niece, about 9-10 years old. The niece is giving the finger.

What the fuck?

This little girl is giving the camera the finger. Neither the girl (instantly demoted from "my woman" to "the girl") nor the photographer (her sister) thought that was odd. Both thought it was perfectly fine to send that photo on to her man-friend.

I'll admit to being actually glad of receiving it. Three glaring red flags in one picture, telling me about the entire family. Parents, siblings, children. Everything that you would ever need to know.

My response: "Interesting. Not amused by the kid giving the finger. Find yourself another man."

(Keep in mind that this was a couple years ago - nowadays I'd just block. I've seen enough of this shit to have no interest in it. Nor am I interested in telling them why. Fuck'm, I'm not here to save some retarded whore from herself. Plus there's always another one out there, if I can be bothered picking it up off the table.)

So yes, I blocked her. Not interested in having a ton of excuses and whining and shit shoveled into my ears and down my throat. When someone shows such obvious disrespect and bad manners, when someone shows so blatantly their family values, take it as the pure gift that it is.

Merry Christmas you fucking crazy cunt!

That said, I will enjoy a quiet Christmas this year with my parents and brother. It will be very relaxing. I will not have to cater to someone who deep-down doesn't respect me. If it's not pissing down rain, I will probably include a walk down the beach and up a local mountain.

So for my readers: ignore the frantic marketing hype, ignore the shrill stupidities of women, and enjoy your Christmas for the relaxing holiday that it is. You are free.

Friday, 19 December 2014

Men Are Walking Dildos

This is the attitude of most women these days: men are walking dildos. Good only for sex and sucking the money out of, put them up on a shelf when done. She's either sucking your dick or sucking your wallet (or time) away from you.

Actually this is not a modern or new phenomenon of female thought. I ran across it first about 20 years ago. At the time I got exceptionally pissed off and walked away from that crazy cunt.

Later she came back to me. Being a weakling at the time, I let it happen for a couple of weeks - then walked away again. The stink of being used as a sex-toy was still there. She wasn't gonna change.

Later still, she attempted to come back to me one more time. Nah. I wasn't interested, wasn't buying it. I didn't even bother to get close enough to smell if that stink still accompanied her.

I suppose that that was the time I first really, consciously, deliberately acted like a so-called "alpha" male. Or at least, like a man with options.

Have occasionally run across her in town (kinda hard not to - it's not a city). The goo-goo still seems to be strong within her.

Shit on it, still not buying it.

So yeah. The prevailing attitude is: "you are a cock or a wallet". When it comes across even sub-rosa during an interaction with a woman, it shines through (or smells through, whichever analogy you prefer).

Both my cock and wallet are firmly in my pants and under my control. Are yours?

But I Want A Man

The group chatalong on a Friday. Eventually it happens, something along the lines of this.

Her: I want a man in my life.

Me: You don't need a man.

Her: What? But I want a man!

Me: No you don't. Anyway, nobody wants marriage now. Marriage is a crock for women, so men shouldn't oppress you with marriage.

...at this point she's practically incoherent even though my logic isn't that great...

Me: Relax. You don't want to be hanging around somebody 24/7 who is gonna get possessive and clingy and creepy shit like that.

Her: But I want a man! I want babies!

Me: If you want a kid, go pick a random guy up at a bar and get preggers from him. The government will pay for you and it. (I said similar to another chick about a year and a half ago. Still laughable.)

...there was a few more rounds of this - because she couldn't admit out loud that she actually wants a man to sponge off of, rather than working hand-to-mouth until her death with government assistance along the way - followed by...

Me: Forget it, you don't want to get oppressed. Women told men that they don't want men - Feminism realized it and all you girls said "yep! you go girl!" Women don't need men, especially marriage, so we do our own stuff and leave you to yours. It's cleaner.

Her: But I want to have a man! (She's actually tearing up by this point. Almost made me sorry - for about a second.)

Me: Shit sweetheart. Only a real bastard who hates women will drag them into an oppressive situation like marriage. Shit, think about. So this is just a passing thing, eh.

...she basically dribbled into silence after that. The other girl at the table shot me eye-daggers. I simply shrugged. After all what can you say.

I'm actually kinda surprised though. I don't normally tie them up in knots like that - was very much on-form for once.

Notice Women Noticing You

So I spend most of lunchtime walking around, basically doing blocks for exercise (and to help sort out a bad knee - "use it or lose it"). The good thing is that it gives you a chance to do some people-watching. Most especially it is interesting, watching people watch you.

So lunchtime, I noticed two women noticing me.

One gave me a sidelong look and licked her lips. Very noticeable and totally not subtle. She looked like she was ready to jump my bones instantly - lunchtime sex seemed to be on her mind.

Another had the wide-eyed deerstruck look on looking at me, mouth dropped open. (Just right for playa to insert cock? Hah!) That was was staring, outright drooling on me. At least, until I winked at her and passed by. I didn't bother looking back to see her reaction.

These are just the most noticeable of those that I notice. There are probably others who are more surreptitious in their ogling. We men are terrible at noticing when a woman is interested in us - though I can point it out quite accurately to a friend when a woman is interested in him.

Funny, life.

Tuesday, 16 December 2014

Single Mothers Are Failures

For this I define a "single mother" as both a single mommy or divorced.

I except only one situation: a woman who was genuinely widowed through no fault of her own. (If she stressed him to the point where he killed himself - either deliberately or via accident, such as careless driving - she is not a widower, she is a murderer.)

So. Single mothers are failures. Failures in that:

  • They failed to provide a nurturing environment for their family (divorce)
  • They failed to provide a home for their husband (divorce)
  • They failed to consider anyone other than themselves (divorce)
  • They failed to consider the consequences of their actions (single mommies)
  • They failed to control themselves (single mommies)
  • They failed spectacularly in life as a whole (crazy cat ladies)
All of these things - and more - are supreme indications of the laziness, patheticness, selfishness, and general failure at life itself of the woman involved.

Fuck'm and chuck'm. That's all they're worth, all they ever were worth, all they ever will be worth.

No One Loves A Muslim

So, preliminary media crapola regarding the Sydney hostage drama with Islamic extremists:

  • Guy was a known rapist (40+ women to his score)
  • Out on bail
  • Murdered his wife
  • His accomplice is out on bail
Now, to take this at full face value. What part of "refugee trash" do the leftist motherfuckers not understand?

But no! It is better for them to wring their hands and say things like: "The poor man, he's had such a hard life..."

Sunday, 14 December 2014

Too Many Fucking Pussies

Over on RoK, someone claims that the Social Justice Warriors are now attempting to "take over the Metal Music" scene. It's probably worth reading for background context.

My thoughts (posted there as a comment):
Right at the beginning: you're looking at it wrong. The Red Pill is not about "growing our numbers and gaining sympathizers". That is the thinking of females and manginas. Herdthink! We know exactly how that went, with "A Voice For Manginas". Just another bunch of pussies: "I never knew my father!" And cue the crying in their pussy exquisitely-brewed craft-beer bullshit. 
The Red Pill is exposing the truth for whichever poor sonofabitch is currently lost, in a haze, and trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with his life. Once he's got that he can start the process of getting his shit together and deciding what to do next. 
Sympathizers, fuck. Sympathy is for teh wimminz and manginas going "oh you poor little victim". Nobody "sympathizes" with men, they just kick us up the arse and tell us to fucking deal with it. Sympathy is only for professional victims. 
Now go out there and kick the pieces-of-shit SJW's out of your Man Place, whatever it is. That's what happened with GamerGate.
This kind of bullshit makes me even less interested in the so-called ManoSphere and it's billion acronyms and shortcuts and vagina-pandering. In addition to turning into a crying board a lot of it is just fucking weird. For starters: way too many fucking pussies.

The New "Soul-Mate"

Partners In Crime.

Because hey, a soul-mate sounds all so fru-fru happy-dappy fairies and unicorns shitting rainbows silliness from the flower-power sixties. Far too feminine and soft for modern women.

But a PARTNER, well, that's what Feminism/Equalism is alllll about. Women are stronger, tougher, better than men. Dress in that power-outfit and CRUSH the world, girl! We don't need no stinking men!!


Never mind that I've never seen any "strong, independent women" anywhere.

"You go girrrl!" One slightly disparaging comment later: "WAAAAAAHHHHH!!! You are poopy-mean!" And she goes to sob in the fuckin' corner.

Then team-vagina (including male vagina) goes all-in to scold you into submission.


All the strength and independence of a chunk of toilet-paper that's been pissed on.

Friday, 12 December 2014

The Only Male Test Of A Woman

"Can this woman think of her long-term future instead of her current desires?"

If you're fucking her - she failed. If you're fucking her real fast upon meeting - she really failed.

The "women" of these days fail this basic test from a man at high velocity (terminal velocity? heheheh).

The slutty women have always been with us. They've always survived. They've always procreated. And in my opinion, they've always dropped into the depths of the lower stratum of society: the poor. The really worthless types probably end up as low-end prostitutes. ("Gol-darnit, Mr Lamarr, you use that tongue prettier than a twenty-dollar whore." Blazing Saddles.)

Part of what's causing the breakdown of our society is this: slutty women are attempting to convince everyone that they are "normal" and that it's "natural". Which for them, it definitely is both normal and natural. Because they're the low-end trash of society with zero chance of becoming the high-end class of society.

So the women who would normally be more prudent think: "Oh. I must be abnormal." Their defenses get scrapped (because of herd-pressure, aka peer-pressure) and they open up to acting like sluts. Very quickly becoming actual sluts - because the whole process of acting like a slut really screws you up. You might liken it to the habituating factor of a drug.

So the men who would normally be more prudent think: "Oh. I must be abnormal." Plus they get damned horny from lack of sex. Then they put a ring on that slut.

Wednesday, 10 December 2014

White Knight Is Not Ready For Reality

A hardcore geek guy that I know recounted a little story, of how a couple of girls got him to protect them from some "creepy stalkerish guy" in the wee hours of the morning.

It was 1am (huh!), the girls were drunk (ah!) in the middle of the week (how classy!). After the stalkerish guy had moved on the geek took the girls back to their home in his car.

What a nice guy.
I didn't bother to try to explain his idiocy. Some people are simply not ready for reality yet.

Tuesday, 9 December 2014

Watching the SMP

Once you "take the Red Pill" as such, you start watching the SMP. It can be quite amusing, especially watching eye-movements and body-language.

Situation: Walking down a steep hill behind a group of three girls.

One of the girls was constantly sneaking peeks in my direction (I was above the group).

A man running up the hill, training. As he passed the three he shot them a very obvious side-glance.

No overt response from the group, however they did become more animated ("vivacious" is a better word). You know how it is: when a group of women become the center of attention and they're enjoying it, they become more lively and louder (thus seeking more attention).

It's interesting, seeing things from a meta-perspective. At any rate, despite being interested in me that girl didn't approach. Fairly typical female behavior.

I prefer it when she approaches me. In my experience it's always the best.

Monday, 1 December 2014

Anonymous Rape Accusations

Over on Return Of Kings, it seems that the feminists have changed the stats on rape once more - plus it's now going mainstream to accuse someone anonymously:

Are Our Fears About Anonymous Rape Accusations Coming True

So here is my counter-retort to that (put up there as a commentary):
Predicted the decrease in rape-statistic hysteria a while back. Soon it will be 1 in 2, then "all men are rapists". (BPS: like here and here.) 
Look at a girl: "He looked at me. Now I feel violated. Eye-raaaaype!" 
Spank your girl's ass, all her frenemies will scream: "Raaaaype!" 
Give her the best sex she's had in her life, leave her walking funny, huge smile on her face and gushing submissiveness, break up with her six months later: "Raaaaype!" 
This hysteria bullshit has long-past overridden the "innocent until proven guilty" maxim to "always fucking guilty if you're a man". It is long past time that it was reversed: "You cry rape? Proof or it didn't happen. Until you have that proof, shut your mouth." Then enforce that with serious penalties for perjury and false accusation, plus charge them for wasting the time of the courts. 
To deal with this and similar problems, I have a modest proposal for all men to follow. It uses the old adage of: "The best defense is a good offense." 
When she cries "rape". He then cries "child abuse" and "child neglect" and "child molestation". Allow it to be anonymous also. Show them that the street of anonymous accusations goes both ways. Up the ante, turn the dial to eleven, accuse them ALL. 
All these whores of single mommies are suddenly hit in their most vulnerable spots: their reputations and wallets. Suddenly their only "pwecious bubsy-wubsy" child is being taken away from them as a protective measure "for the sake of the child" - and much of their social-circle reputation is stripped away from them into the bargain. Just imagine the glee of their frenemies to that! 
All the welfare mommies and crackwhores suddenly lose their daddy-state-sponsored child-support cheque. For extra fun the government departments responsible for handling and processing said children will have a glut of work, be overwhelmed. 
A further thought. A man might want to add "child sex trafficking" for an extra twist of the knife - and insta-speed on the part of the police. Make them do some extra work as well, chasing something more significant than somebody in possession of 1/10th of an ounce of marijuana.
This is something that seriously does need to be put into practice. Show women that despite the bias of the "feminized family courts" there are some things which they cannot squirm their way out of. Show them that there are points beyond which even they dare not step.

Hell, it's not even physical violence that's occurring in retaliation. It's Black Knighting to the nth power: using their own system of (in)justice against them.

Now you will know what it feels like to be hoist on your own petard.