Friday, 13 October 2017

A Society of Cucks

Hold on tight - it's getting very ugly in here. Leftists, feminists, and wimminz - prepare to scream. Cucks - well, I'd say prepare to cut your own balls off, but you already did that. Can't cut off what's already long-gone.

Worst part though: you cuck motherfuckers cut off the balls off every other Man you could, in Western civilization. Legal-wise.

Let's hit it.

Sunrise Hoodie has a good video regarding the realities of marriage, sex, divorce, etc - "Why Wives Are Increasingly Adulterous", which came from a CNN headline:
There's a good amount of interesting thought regarding the modern (inflated) expectations of men/women regarding marriage.

He talks of various things to blame: Hollywood, Shakespeare, Prince Charming, your friendly White Knight motherfucker down the bar, etc. (Note that all of these are cucks in one form or another.) All of these end up causing impossible expectations of:

* shame-free no-fault divorce
* marriage to be filled with hot passion-filled sex for years and years

As he states, this is obviously blown way out of proportion - impossible expectations. As he states (and I can attest to personally in my own marriage) the wild-monkey-sex stage lasts 3 years, tops. After that it's just the same-old-same-old humpy-pumpy. Generally dull. Pretty-much to be expected over time, and people wouldn't have done it (restricting themselves to the same-old-same-old) if there wasn't some very good benefits for doing so.

At least, back when. This no longer applies.

He goes to break down what he thinks marriage is:

* children
* raising those kids in a safe and secure and environment
* for the dismissal of old ways in building new character and long-term benefit
* sex is just a by-product

My opinion: he's right about the first two and the last one. I do not grasp his meaning with regard to "dismissing old ways in building new character". This makes no sense to me - perhaps someone can figure it and explain it in simple one-syllable concepts that I can grasp.

He also mentions listless men who check out of marriage - I don't think that he's entirely correct here. I will address that further down.

At any rate, I dealt with a bunch of this quite some time ago in my post: Back To Basics: What Is Marriage For?

I've also stated at various times that we men did this shit to ourselves. We didn't have to let cupcake go wild. We could have fed the cunt a knuckle sandwich when she opened her mouth. Instead, we threw the cunt a bone - because we were too soft'n'easy on her.

Old joke: "What do you tell a woman with two black eyes? Nothing, she's been told twice already."
We could have still been that. We should still be that.

Because that is what keeps our civilization working, rather than the pussified decline we are going through these days.

Yeah. Instead we went pussified. Which is why we now have things like "Why Wives Are Increasingly Adulterous". Dumb shit being shoved down our throats, by the crap leftist media - who, despite being known fake news, still do a great deal of shaping of the shit-storm hellhole mess which is laughably known as our Western society.

Because wimminz and cucks are too stupid to see reality. Especially when they think that it will ultimately benefit them. Willful blindness, along with lying to yourself, is a real thing.

Hell, I wrote about hypergamy being just a label. Back on that post, RmaxgenactivePUA stated:
Rollo seems to think hypergamy is hard wired & the solution is game ... Don't blame women, its biology, not women being feral backward retards.
As I basically stated back then: when we give it a name and state that it's evolved behavior, we're just throwing out an opportunity for some pussy motherfucker to give cupcake another pussy-pass. A pussy-pass which is currently being force-evolved into another free-for-all-fuckfest of socially-acceptable female adultery.

Frankly: not actually acceptable. PUAs accept it - and condone it - because that gives them the green light to take full advantage of it. Thus, the penchant for fucking married women. (Which I have done myself, in my pre-aware bad-boy stage of life. Fully knowing that she was married. A lot of men may not know, or ever learn.)

From back when:
Going back to inertia. All these sluts and whores flashing their legs, ass, and pussy at a man - if that's all he can see around, he thinks it's normal. The inertia has kicked in. Nobody is restraining such behavior in any manner. Therefore it must be normal. He may as well join in, what the fuck, this is what normal people do.
He becomes crap in his turn. Tattoos. Piercings. What the fuck, there's plenty of examples of it. Those maggots are getting pussy, too. Drama. Horseshit. Sally blurts out that she's pregnant. You're pregnant?! Hey, Sally's knocked up! Holy fuck, I'm leaving town! Whadda ya mean you're leaving town - the whole fucking town is leaving town!
Out comes the sproglet. It looks around. Oh, so this is normal. Suck that thumb kid. Yeah, this is normal.
The cycle of trash goes around.
Cheating. Adultery. Extremely crap behavior. All the new normal. The cycle of trash, going around, trashier and trashier.

Let's look at it on a deeper level, now.

Men as a whole, we did this to ourselves? Yes, in a way.

On a deeper, more detailed level, though - cucks and wimminz as a whole, did it to all and sundry without their actual consent. Because thanks to duh-mock-rah-see (aka mob-rule), the greater number of stupid fuckers who see only short-term gain for themselves went and imposed their will upon everyone else. Because they're too stooooopid to see that fucking with the family unit tears down the civilization/society that we live in and that makes life so much easier for us all.

Yes Men, we can thank teh wimminz and teh cuckz for this situation we are in.

A hundred-plus years ago we could have drop-kicked that cheating slut of an ex-wife out of our lives and made sure that our children at least had the best-chance possible to grow up and become new, worthwhile and decent citizens. All in the name of growing our civilization to the greatest good for ourselves and those around us.

These days, lay a finger on her - you're in jail with your ass getting eyed up by Bubba. Two black eyes for the cheating bitch? Forget it. Kick the cheating bitch's ribs, or head, in? Forget it. Bubba will have your ass for the next 20 years of your life.

Sunrise Hoodie speaks of listless men. In my opinion this is not listless men. This is powerless men.

Put a finger on her - Bubba. She can at any time complain that she's not haaaappy. Upon pain of legal pain, upon pain of taking it up the ass from Bubba, thanks to teh wimminz and teh cuckz, we must take it without the slightest murmur of dissent.

She haz teh powah. False rape accusations. False allegations of domestic/physical abuse. False allegations of emotional(?!) abuse (aka "he refused to buy me that purse and them shoez"). Lie to get a legal injunction against a man. She can emotionally, verbally, and physically abuse any man - period! - and if he lays back into her, "society" (aka the crap-hole created and shaped by wimminz opinions) will lay into him with a red-hot barbwire whip of social ostracism. To start with.

We can push our luck. If we own nothing, feel free to slap her up - she can divorce to her heart's content, ain't gonna get shit. A legal injunction might actually be a relief for you.

However. For those of us who have something. We can go MGTOW. Our only defense, not to play the rigged game. Our only defense, to get the fuck off the plantation. Our only defense, never going back near these crazy cunts.

So teh wimminz are becoming more adulterous. Or more accurately: more openly adulterous.

Most accurately of all: slutting it up because they fuckin' can, and you can't stop 'em - you bastard male piece of shit who wants to hold wimminz back from doing whatever they want, exploring whatever they want, and fucking up their lives however they want.

Because teh cuckz have given her teh pussy pass and the green light to go full-fucking-retard in whatever way she wants. Society (most especially in the form of teh cuckz) will happily pick up the resulting tab from these crazy cunts.

Cucks. You stupid-assed White Knight motherfuckers:
You deserve to be taken for every fuckin' penny.

You will be taken for every fuckin' penny.

And you will like it. Because you're cucks. You're built that way, broken, somewhere deep inside.

Let's describe what might be termed as "the ultimate cuck's endgame".

Currently, the media are pushing the narrative of women becoming more openly promiscuous. Even adulterous. It's becoming more "socially acceptable" for women - even and especially married ones - to fuck around.

Anything to bring spice back to the sex-life, y'know.

I think that within ten years, this is going to become the "new normal". Women will openly fuck around on their men. Hubbies. Boyfriends. Whatever.

She wants to do her Gangbang Barbie, and she will:
Openly. Perhaps even letting her "man"-of-the-moment know the full details.

It might go to the extent of videos, even. "Hey hubzy-cuck, here's the video of me getting gangbanged by fifteen big black cocks this evening. I got blasted in every orifice and all over the face. You will watch it. Now. By the way, I've put it up for all and sundry to watch on Facebook."

The new normal takes hold.

As an anonymous commentor once put it:
...our culture and civilization has been betrayed by women.
And men have a deep revulsion for traitors.
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Tuesday, 10 October 2017

Overall Decline

Aaron Clarey slams one out of the park, as he describes the overall decline of Western society:
Like him, I cannot name the latest music. The infiltration of lazy, talentless people is stunning.

A sad look at reality.

Also sad that he felt he had to say "not you" with regard to his viewers. Multiple times. Are people really that soft-minded? To the point where he had to specifically say "not you" so much to his audience?

Note: My personal opinion is that most modern art is crap - perhaps because of the modern mentality of kissing ass. Something about an oral-fecal obsession is "in" these days. As Aaron states, we seem to desire a pursuit of ugliness these days.

The most frightening thought that occurred to me, while watching this?

The Millennials willingly went into a lifetime of crushing debt, to become willingly indoctrinated into their insane mindset.

Sunday, 8 October 2017

A Litany Of Slaughter

So this graphic is doing the rounds at present:
Being a generally skeptical bastard, I decided to do some hunting. I found the same list on Snopes, this has been rejigged.

So then I got into the CDC's website and started looking, first at leading causes of death for 2014 (page 5):

All Deaths - 2,626,418

...of which the top 10 are...

Heart disease - 614,348
Malignant deoplasms - 591,700
Chronic lower respiratory diseases - 147,101
Accidents (unintentional injuries) - 135,928
Cerebrovascular disease - 133,103
Alzheimer's disease - 93,541
Diabetes mellitus - 76,488
Influenza and pneumonia - 55,227
Nephritis, nephrotic syndrome and nephrosis - 48,146
Intentional self-harm (suicide) - 42,826

Hmmm. No guns. Let's go looking for guns - Table 18 in the same document (page 87):

All Injuries - 199752

...of which they are broadly split to...

Unintentional - 135,928
Suicide 42,826
Homicide - 15,872
Undetermined - 4,597
Legal intervention/war - 529

Note "legal intervention" - that's where #BlackShitMatters came into being. Fuck off you motherfuckers! Back to guns:

Firearms - 33,594

...split into...

Unintentional - 461
Suicide - 21,386
Homicide - 11,008
Undetermined - 275
Legal intervention/war - 464

Undetermined?
Still nothing on abortion. I'm going to have to go hunting for it special.

Here I find it, on the CDC's pages about reproductive health - Abortion Surveillance 2013:

Legally Induced Abortions - 664,435 (from 49 reporting areas)

Note the word legally - there will be a few back-street ones as well, by those who cannot get it legally - not reported of course.

So returning to the original graphic, the numbers should be:

Abortions - 664,435 (2013)
Homicides - 11,008 (2014)

Which makes it 60x more abortions in the USA than there are murders by gun.

Let's control the guns!

This is what you fuckwits get when you listen to the leftist media's bullshit.

Here's a statistic - you are twice as likely to die from gun-suicide than gun-homicide. Prevent suicide! Control the guns!

Unfortunately, only 1/2 of suicides are by gun - there are plenty of other ways to kill yourself as well. [Edited mistake. - BPS]

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Saturday, 7 October 2017

Hypersexualization

I bring excellent news for all teh wimminz and cuck-cucks out there, this time from the computer security division of life.
It seems that I am very far behind the curve on this one: the trend to control your sex-toys via low-power (and insecure) Bluetooth technology. What's pictured is the discreet anal version for teh wimminz to use, controllable through their smartphone.

Or maybe through their partner's smartphone, as a variation on sex-fun-play.

According to Bleeping Computer, the security researchers did a wardriving test in San Francisco (they don't say if it was night or day) and found several people who were wearing theirs. Here was where they did the test (looks to be residential):
Given the inherent insecurity of these things, I can imagine the practical joke of the future. At work, triangulate in and find one of your more sexualized female workmates with one of these...wait until she goes into a meeting...dial it up to eleven...watch the hilarity ensue...

Go to a bar, similar...

A sex-toy party, where the female guests are expecting to be randomly stimulated by all and sundry at whim...

Hook some of these up to the internet for random people to "bid" on - highest bidder gets to stimulate the woman involved and watch her reaction via webcam...a variation on voyeurism...

Of course, never forget rule #36 - if it exists, there is porn of it. Perhaps some even home-grown, along the lines of revenge-porn...

You could probably make this into "the ultimate cuck" for the types who like a combination of public-sex and being cuckolded:

Him: "Hi honey, how did it go today at work?"

Her: "It was awesome, I got randomly stimulated fifteen times today!"

Him: "Ohhhhh that makes me so horny..."

Meh. What next? Open fucking in the streets? And there's still one helluva lot lower that we can go, you betcha.

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Friday, 29 September 2017

Watch Them Burn

This is #9 of the 36 Stratagems of Ancient China: Watch the fires burning across the river.
To watch the fires burning across the river means to let your enemies destroy themselves. Another way the Chinese express this idea: "Sit on the mountaintop and watch the tigers fight."
This means that you don't need to act - instead, sit back and wait patiently for them to start fighting amongst themselves. It's inevitable. Because teh wimminz are really good at backstabbing each other once they get bored, or crave a little more drama, or what-fucking-ever.

Like Sun Zu (Tzu, more commonly) stated:
If you wait by the river long enough, the bodies of your enemies will float by.
This is why us MGTOW go and do our own stuff. Leave the retards (men and women both) to their entertainments, fun, and assorted idiocies.

While they are chopping themselves down in size, while they are destroying the civilization that was built for their benefit, we are slowly growing and building ourselves up. All out of sight, all where nobody can see and remark upon it, all for our own benefits and enjoyments.

We are quite zen-like and somewhat relaxed in that manner.

Thursday, 28 September 2017

Kill With A Borrowed Knife

Over on /r/MGTOW a man relates how he stepped aside from a woman attempting to get him to do some dirty shit for her:
Female coworker: "Hey, could I talk to you about something?"
Me: "Sure. What's up?"
F: "John has been looking at me like a creep and has been following me out to my car and taking pictures without my consent."
M: "Oh shit. That's no good."
F: "I know. I want to report him to HR, but I'm afraid of him coming after me and trying to hurt me. I was wondering if you could do it for me."
M: dumbfounded "No. Are you serious? Absolutely not. This is your responsibility." Keep in mind that she provided zero proof of any of this so I would be going to HR with rumors alone lol.
F: "What the fuck is wrong with you?!? He could be a stalker or a rapist or a murderer! I could be in serious danger, and you're not even going to do anything? Fuck you!" I don't know why she hasn't walked away at this point. I've made it clear wih my words and body language that I want nothing to do with her or her most likely made-up problems, but whatever.
M: So yeah, at this point, I'm thinking of all the times men have sacrificed their lives fighting civil wars and revolutions to overthrow ruthless dictators to make their society a better place, and this bitch is too much of a fucking pussy to go to HR to defend herself. Oh, and by the way, what happens when that psychopath, John, finds out that I'm the one who reported him? Exactly. The dude won't be pleased, and now my life is in danger. So I have to be the one to put myself at risk for someone else's problems with literally nothing for a reward? In better times, with men being way more appreciated, I would have done it. But after having to listen to all the feminist whining at my workplace about "toxic masculinity", the "wage gap", "mansplaining" (which is just guys trying to actually fucking help), etc. No fucking thank you. This bitch is on her own. Thankfully, I was able to keep my wits about me and not lose my shit and actually speak my mind. This probably would have gotten me in trouble even if I was 100% in the right. For once, I got the ultimate satisfaction and calmly said, "You wanted equal rights as a feminist, no? Well, here's your chance to earn them." I walked away grinning like a little boy on Christmas.
As we all know, he very much dodged a bullet there - hopefully he has the sense to stay the fuck away from this shining example of nastiness and cuntiness. As in, don't associate with her at all, more than a grunt to acknowledge her existence - if possible not even that.

It strikes me that this perfectly illustrates many women's modus operandii, as written in many places. In this case it is #3 of the 36 Stratagems of Ancient China: Kill with a borrowed knife.

In this situation she apparently wanted to kill another man's job - and probably via natural extension, his career and any hope of a decent life. It would also have tarnished the reputation of the man she was using as a knife.

Truly a shining example of nastiness and cuntiness.

Also gutlessness, in that she wanted to maintain her "plausible deniability" and similar doublethink horseshit that was undoubtedly in mind. She would remain innocent and smelling like roses, the man who did it for her would have his reputation tarnished.

This is an extreme, of course. In less-extreme cases, she simply "borrows" what somebody else has. Somebody else's effort, skill, sweat.

A lot of maggot-men out there will jump all over each other and fall all over themselves to provide what she desires. Anything for the slightest sniff of that pussy.

Remember not to be the knife in somebody else's hand. Remember that you are deserving of your own respect and the fruits of your own effort.

Remember that in all cases - whether it's "can you help me shift X around" to "Y is a sick piece of shit stalker/I'm afraid/can you go to HR for me/I'm just a poor pathetic helpless woman/please help meee" - it is always a YAWALT situation.

Monday, 25 September 2017

Minimal

This blog isn't (or hasn't really been) about minimalism and the like. Like my post on not being one dimensional - we are all very different from the shitty stereotypes that are thrown out there. I am not really a minimalist.

However, MGTOW very often go generally minimal. Like I've said many times: I have more spare cash now that I'm single, than I had with a wife who also brought in over $50k a year. That is still true, even after closing the biz down and accepting a lower income. It's less mental stress on the whole, with the added benefit of not giving my crazy ex any of the ongoing cash from the biz.

This is for those who decide they don't really want to do the whole go ghost, reduce taxes, starve the beast stuff. Those who actually have decent jobs. Those who know that they can and are willing to work to become financially independent and retire early. Those who are not sure where to get started doing anything along those lines.

Try looking at /r/leanfire (lean living, financial independence/retiring early). Here is a good place to start for the newer MGTOW. I also suggest Bachelor Pad Economics by Aaron Clary (no that's not my affiliate code, that's the link from his blog - I make zero money from this blog, have no need of it).

Like anything, you have to do the work. We're MGTOW though. No problems with that. We're better at keeping the mouth shut and shoveling the fuckin' gravel. Especially keeping the mouth shut about how your fuckin' financial independence/early retirement plans are generally going. (Fuck bitchez. Get money. Especially don't let the bitchez know you haz money.)

Note: Don't spout any MGTOW beliefs there. Keep a sock in it. Compartmentalize. That's none of their business and will likely alienate the married and simp types. You're going there for the inspiration and ideas, not to proselytize to all and sundry. We're all men, we have the ability to keep it zipped when needed. Slow, subtle, is key.

For those interested, my FIRE number is $600k and I'm at $350k of that right now. I have a fairly consistent 75% SR these days (savings rate, ie 75% of my income goes towards savings for retirement - some of that's into stocks, some into gold and silver, and some into the home (which will be sold when I retire and get a campervan)).

To me that's a fuckin' great position to be in, given that I started with maybe $50k some 6 years ago. Another 6 years and I can retire. Any income after that is going to be pure gravy. Part-time gigs welcome, and that might include photography as well as IT/consulting crapola.

Just because our society is going down the shitter, doesn't mean we have to spend our declining years surviving on a steady diet of cardboard and government cheese. We still enjoy ourselves, in the way we desire.
However you desire.

Thank you for finding this for me again, Andy.
(Note that it's titled "Toyota GT86 - Banned Antifeminist Ad". It's not antifeminist. It's pro-male life, living, and enjoyment - and a little too much raw reality for teh wimminz and their pussy male simps to handle.)

Sunday, 24 September 2017

Stupid Shit Women Do

It's been a while...so fuck it, time to barf up the stupid shit that I've been seeing women do and post and what-fucking-ever.

'Cause let's be blunt. If you can look at what a woman throws up on FaceCrap and suchlike, then you can't help but realize that they are so retarded - they don't know that they are retarded.

If you can't realize that, then you're either a woman and/or retarded.

Over the years we've taken the inevitable progression from: duckface, to twerking, to flipping people off.
Trying to look cute, trying to look stupid, fuck you I'm not trying any more. (While at the same time trying to look good. Mental retardation and disconnect dialled up to eleven.)

Highly fuckable, the lot. The last one is specially brought to us courtesy of the recent antics and mental diseases of feminism.

Definitely the decline and fall of teh wimminz.

What else gets thrown up:
Heart Touching Quotes
Yes, this is a good one! Let's read it, I'm certain there'll be something inspirational for teh gurlz in this one:
LIFE is about trusting your feelings and taking chances, losing
and finding happiness, appreciating the memories, learning from
the past, and realizing people change...!
**Breaking Up and Moving On Quotes**
Aww, how sweet. You no longer have to find an excuse for breaking up with someone. Just have to say "he's changed" or "I've changed". And that you will always appreciate the memories.
"And that you will always appreciate the memories." Yes, I deliberately repeated that twice - for emphasis. Gotta love that self-serving soppiness that teh wimminz throw up out as a self-defense measure.

"Butbutbutbut...I meant it in the nicest possible manner!"

Suuure, sweetheart. A cock - I mean butter, I meant to say butter, nothing to do with the three cocks you swallowed last night - wouldn't melt in your mouth.

It's real easy to break up and move on when:

1/ you're on the cute side of things

2/ you're arranged in a cute posture

3/ you're dressed revealingly

4/ you're willing to part your lips (both ends)

Most importantly of all, of course:

0/ you have no heart and soul

Of course, there are a million suckups lapping up this one's runny shit:

"Wow." (Male, of course.)

"She is cute." (No, it's not the op. You fuckin' retard. Duh.)

"Really beautiful." (Another fucking simp retard.)

"Beautiful post." (A woman, getting inspired to jump ship.)

"100% true, all changing." (A woman, you go girl.)

"Amen." (Another woman, you go girl.)

"Hay." (Male Indian simp. Keep lapping up that runny shit.)

"Nice post." (Female, you go girl.)

"Nice one." (Female, you go girl.)

Et-fucking-cetera. Ad-fucking-nauseum.

Every woman's plugged into the matrix of self-delusional fucking lies. An endless circle-jerk where they stroke each other up, egging each other on, secretly hoping to stab one of the other self-righteously bitchy cunts in the back if/when she fucks her life up terminally.

At which point they can overtly be consoling, covertly sticking the knife in and twisting it more, and inwardly lapping up the schadenfreude and gigging for all they're worth.

They haven't changed any. At least, not for the better.

In the end, we just have to reiterate once more: the whole underlying point of the so-called Red Pill is so that you don't get your dick stuck in the mincer.

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Saturday, 23 September 2017

Anatomy of a Scam

As commentor Ragnar stated on my last post:
National: Give New Zealand to the Chinese. Let them launder their dirty money into New Zealand real estate, thus boosting the wealth of landowners (who tend to vote National) while all other kiwis get priced out of ever owning a house in their own country.
While we're waiting for the election results, I thought about how I'd do it. I decided that the easy way was to have a bunch of Chinese do the following:

Mr A comes in with $100k of dirty money that he vows and avers is clean and legit (har fucking har). He buys a piece of property for $100k.

Mr B comes in with $200k of dirty money and buys the property from Mr A, who walks away with $200k of clean money.

Mrs C comes in with $350k of dirty money and buys the property from Mr B, who walks away with $350k of clean money.

Mr D comes in with $500k of dirty money and buys the property from Mrs C, who walks away with $500k of clean money.

Repeat process as follows: Mrs E, $800k. Mr F, $1.1m. Mr G, $1.4m. Mrs H, $1.9m. Mr I, $2.9m. Mr J, $4.9m. Mrs K, $8.2m.

By this point: $22.35 million has been successfully laundered.

Mrs K now sells to Mr N (a Naive New Zealander) and walks away with $11.7 million - her $8.2 million has been laundered plus she has a cool $3.5 million in extra freebies.

Mr N (and his bank) now finds that the property is actually only worth about $1.8m, on a good day with a strong tail wind. They've just watched $9.9 million evaporate.

Mr N probably goes bankrupt, leaving the bank having to choke down that $9.9 million in losses. Repeat that loss 1,000 times and the bank has lost $9.9 billion dollars. They then fold, their investors getting fucked up the ass for the money the bank should have been a steward for. In extreme situations the government - and taxpayers! - bail the bank out because it's "too big to fail" and it's failure might cause a domino effect of other banks failing in swift succession.

Does this sound a bit like America to you? It sure does to me.

Now, the American bailouts also involved derivatives of "liar loans" - dodgy mortgages sliced finely and bundled together in a lunchmeat of financial interests that even the smart fuckin' quants couldn't keep straight in the end. To the point where quite a few of them were left looking at each other and going: "say, where the fuck is the actual mortgages that these pieces of toxic waste were built on?"

They're currently making a similar Frankenstein lunchmeat with the credit bubble: credit cards, student loans, all that good shit. Again, at the end someone is going to be asking: "say, where the fuck is the actual debts that these pieces of toxic waste were built on?"

But that's just the self-inflicted seppuku of the financial systems over there. Richly deserved and probably taken advantage of by dirty Chinese money as well. After all, when you can launder via property plus leverage and add that rotten horsemeat on the side, you'd be a fool not to do it.

There is some thoughts which occur to me.

How much dirty Chinese money has been laundered through American Treasuries?

How much are they supposedly worth, vs their actual worth?

Who ultimately has those Treasuries in-hand when they fall due?

Not a hot-potato that I want to be holding.

Thursday, 21 September 2017

The Hillary-Jacinda Effect

Here in NZ, we sweated through 9 years of leftist/communist crazy under Helen "the Teeth" Clark, from 1999 to 2008. When "the Teeth" lost the erection in 2008 to National, she had a spaz (threw her toys out of the cot) and went off to the UN.

It seems like every 9 years or so there's a new government gets elected - possibly because the old government has pissed off the new voters, so they dump them and try for their opposite. (That's just a personal theory, no basis in fact.) Looks like this is the next 9-year stretch about to start, with the erection in 2 days time.

What is being called "the Jacinda effect" is from a Helen "the Teeth" Clark clone. The most telling thing is what I'm seeing in the media:

* praise Jacinda (and Labour) to the skies

* spit on all National candidates as being scum of the earth

Now lets be blunt, they're all fucking assholes. Just a bunch of rich, greedy fucks in a popularity contest to see who can get their snout in the public fuckin' trough. Kissing ass and backstabbing all the way up the ladder.

And I am forced to note the eerie similarities between Hillary Clinton and Jacinda Ardern, our local commie cunt. Especially how the local media is slapping her up on a golden pedestal for all to worship.

I think that this is New Zealand's moment of truth, just like what happened between Hillary and Trump in the American election.

We don't have a local edition of Trump to vote for. So, I am going to force myself to go in and vote for National.

Pretty-much anything is better than enduring another dose of "the Teeth" from another fuckin' female wannabe leftist-socialist-commie mein presidente.

Wish us fuckin' luck, we're gonna need it.

(Yes, the New Zealand Labour party started out as a commie/socialist party. We know how well that worked out for Russia and Germany.)

Saturday, 16 September 2017

Not One Dimensional

At the conclusion of my last post on Empty Shells, I stated:
Fuck bitchez. Get money.
And enjoy yourself.
It occurs to me that many people look at us in the Manosphere and could actually be forgiven for thinking that we are nothing more than little bitches of neckbeards living in our momma's fuckin' basement, gobbling down cheetos, and whining on the fuckin' internet.

See, most of us don't want to show *everything* about ourselves. It would be too much personally identifiable information, and if (like me) you have serious corporate $$$ coming in, you're not going to intentionally doxx yourselves.

This makes us appear very one-dimensional.

Didact has a couple of recent posts that address this very thing:

To Hell and Back

This one is about Terrence Popp, his life and all. If all you watch is Redonkulas you probably get a very limited view of Popp and Blake - and that's probably as a coupla clowns slaggin' off women. You watch the Live from the Lair series though, you get a helluva lot more.

Watch Through Fingers

This one is about your stereotypical maggot man who hasn't done squat beyond making money. Being a sad'n'lonely fuck he goes and gets himself a Russian bride, who proceeds to rip his guts out through his asshole. As Didact states at the end: "But, no matter what, never stop improving yourself as a man. The price for slacking off or, worse, never starting in the first place, is severe."

Now, when we say things like enjoy yourself - Enjoy the Decline - we don't mean that you should go snort a mile of coke, drink a tanker of alcohol, be a Banzai Runner, and generally fuck up your body and life. If that's what you seriously want to do, more power to you. Live fast, die young, leave a beautiful corpse. Or find yourself sittin' in a cell, gettin' your ass eye'd up by Bubba.

Personally, I like to enjoy the long term. That way I can experience a little bit, very often, for a long time.

This post is a sample of how I'm not wholly one-dimensional (some of it I've already mentioned in past posts) and how you can choose not to be as well. (No, you shouldn't do anything that I do. Do your own shit. Just enjoy yourself. This is how I enjoy myself.)

For starters, understand: I'm not a minimalist (though I like being minimal in many ways). At the end of my divorce I was left with a 4-bedroom house that I rattle around in, and part of a business. The business is now shut down (bitch ain't gettin' nothin' of my ongoin' biz-sweat) and I work as a wage-slave. Honestly, it's a helluva lot easier on my mind too - don't have to do 10 rounds with the fuckin' IRD every year (IRS for you Americans). I can also take holidays.

I've let it be known that I like taking day-trips around New Zealand, travel, some tramping and some hill-climbing (Mt Egmont is one helluva hill to climb). I take photographs of the stuff that I do. Fairly soon I'm going to get a couple of big photographs printed for the walls (I think 0.5 x 1 meters, or 2 x 3 yards for you Americans).

In my home I have an office-slash-computer room. Filing cabinets full of paper junk that I have to keep for 7-8 years in case the IRD wants to ream my ass retroactively. There's a waterproof/fireproof case for documents that I absolutely must not lose (passport, birth certificate, insurance, backups, will, etc).

And there's a PC on a height-adjustable corner desk with a couple of monitors, NAS, networking, everything properly cable-managed and the like. The only thing that hits the floor is the UPS and the internet connection. The desk even has an RGB LED light-strip in aluminium channeling (aluminum to you Americans) - for when I really feel like being geek-silly. (Enjoy yourself.)

I use it for photography stuff. I still do some programming.

Down in my basement, I'm slowly putting together a workshop. This was something that I always wanted to do, only never had the money or time for. (Women. Massive money- and time-sink. I have more spare cash now with my single reduced income, than when that crazy hoe was working. Ditto time. I've also done more overseas holidays.)

I do gym, trying to get stronger and fitter. In the past I've done semi-professional dance. There's a park nearby where I run wind-sprints. I wander down the beach. In the past I've done bowhunting. I've thought of getting a license and getting guns - at this point though, my time is fairly chokka. I'd also have to figure somewhere to put in a gun-safe: not insurmountable, just a pain in the ass at the moment.

Strangely, like Popp, I have a "lair". The whole house! There's a sword above the fireplace in the living room. I don't bother watching TV any more, and movies very rarely (generally classic stuff like Monty Python). There's a computer in there, bridged via wifi to my internet - it's for watching youtube videos, mostly documentaries and how-to stuff.

One of the rooms is a semi-library. In it, in addition to books, there is furniture (I restore antique furniture occasionally as a semi-hobby) and antique knick-knacks - and antique weapons. Including some Japanese samurai stuff (I'm talking real deal handmade samurai sword stuff, 250+ years old - there's nothing quite like feeling an old rayskin grip in your hand).

There's other stuff. Coins. Spears. Cavalry swords, including a Russian one. Antique silver. Even a couple pieces of ivory, which makes your typical leftist motherfucker blow their stack right out their ass (you'd think that I'd slaughtered the elephant myself HAH).

All of this stuff (especially the real deal samurai weaponry) costs several fuck-tons to buy in New Zealand, us being at the ass-end of the world. All of this was bought after my divorce. See remarks above regarding spare cash and etc. (Fuck bitchez. Get money. Just don't give the bitchez your money. Ideally, don't even let the bitchez know you *have* money.)

That's not everything that I do. I'm damn sure that Popp doesn't show everything that *he* does in his Live from the Lair series.

So as you can see, there is nothing one dimensional about anybody out here in the Manosphere. We all have different stuff going on. We don't have to tell everyone everything - or anything - and bloody-well shouldn't, either. None'a'ya fuckin' beeswax.

So if some self-righteous cunt or prick wants to throw monkey-poo at us, on the internet or in real life, it just goes to show how much of a narrow-minded fuckin' loser they are.

As in, too fuckin' stupid to live type of narrow-minded retarded fuckin' loser.

Which, come to think of it, is every damn moronic leftist on the fuckin' planet.

So, in the end: ignore the fucktards. Just enjoy yourself.

Hell, if you are heavily into computer-geekery, go do something that is heavily computer-geekly. Design and build extreme PCs for the high-end crowd. I'm talkin' overclocked AMD Ryzen Threadripper territory, those cases with the glass walls and all the glowing LED's inside, twin-loop hardline water-cooling including multiple graphics cards, quad 4k screens, glowing fans, and other custom mod stuff. Do custom EL panel logo's on the sides. Sign the things with your name.

Do it with anything and everything. Custom surfboards. Custom guns. Custom bikes. Custom cars. Custom fuckin' whatever.

Go completely fuckin' hardcore.

If you should actually happen to be that stereotypical sad neckbeard in the fuckin' basement, chomping down cheetos while whining on the fuckin' internet.

Pick yourself up. Go outside. Walk (or run).

Enjoy yourself. Go your own way.

Empty Shells

A lot of the anger in the manosphere is due to the realisation of the lies that we have been taught.

(I sometimes wonder if it is also a part of what Keoni Galt calls the Feed Corporation - shitty food having screwed with our brains to the point of many becoming somewhat autistic. Of course, constant brainwashing from a young age through schools would have the same effect. Perhaps even complementing and reinforcing each other.)

For some of us - once we get through the rage phase, through the bargaining stage, past the depression and into the acceptance stage, there's a quieter period when we attempt to dig through to the truth of "why".

One of the things we should probably ask ourselves is: "Why are we so pissed off?"

Okay, there were lies and indoctrination shoved down our throats ad nauseum. We've gotten through that by now, we're trying to find the next stage. But there's sometimes still something stuck in our collective craws...

Anger. Still.

The thing is that this anger is misplaced.

Why?

Because the subjects of our ire are empty shells.

Bland, banal, worthless, empty shells. Of no worth or meaning to the world.

In aggregate, most cannot make or do anything which has the slightest meaning. An endless treadmill of nothing, nothing, nothing. Which is why they attempt to fill this nothing with shopping, "experiences", and general dipshit more nothingness.

Their only true value is in siring the next generation. Even at that, they suck brass monkey balls. Which is why they fuck it up so royally.

But boy, are they awesome when it comes to psyops - mentally fucking with the head, in such a manner that you overlook their general worthlessness.

Of course, a lot of men are likewise empty shells. These are similar parasites on society and the world as the shitty women are.

Grasping, greedy, pigs who are all too happy to get their hands into our pockets. The eternal cry of equality and similar bullshit - just another way for a parasite to lie, saying that they're fuckin' useless and can only live by sponging off you.

"Give me free shit!"

Without actually saying that so baldly to our faces.

'Cause if they did, what might happen?


Women just aren't important. 'Nuff said.

Fuck bitchez. Get money.

And enjoy yourself.

Your life will be so much better.

Thursday, 14 September 2017

Economics of Sexbots

Eyes, balls, brains - all here and accounted for. Hold on tight, we're about to rip the guts straight out of Feminism and the entire gynocentric society we live in.

Sexbots, sex dolls, you-name-it, it's getting better.

In the past, I've written about the general cost of pussy and if it's actually worth it. (Synopsis: nope.)

Now that sex dolls and sexbots are becoming more affordable - and men are becoming less worried about what teh wimminz think socially - things are changing out there.

Before, I wrote of two generally-broad paths:

* marriage and kids and all that, costing you something like $1.3 million dollars over 20 years (more if you get divorce-raped)

...vs...

* bringing in $2 million dollars over 20 years (and spending $200k of that on a variety of whores)

There is now another path coming "out of the closet" as it were.

The sex dolls (now) and sexbots (to come).

Back on my post re "is that pussy worth it?" linked above, I stated that a man can earn $100k a year and spend about $10k a year on a variety of decent-quality (young) whores. End result is $90k a year in his pocket.

You can get a quite realistic sex doll for under $3k.

Either - both - of these are vastly better than the modern sexually dysfunctional sand bucket chick who has a minimum 12% chance of being sterile if she's under 29 years old. (Or who tries to catch you out with a whoopsie.)

The very, very interesting thing though - it gets better. Way, way better, when it comes to the comparison of whores vs sex dolls.

You see, there are already whorehouses in asia that have sex dolls rather than whores. The Japanese have their love doll brothels. In Barcelona a whorehouse has opened that has sex dolls instead of whores. There is a Dublin whorehouse that rents out a sex doll for 100 euro per hour.

This tells me three things:

1/ Men prefer fucking a whore rather than having a modern "wife".

2/ Men prefer fucking a doll rather than fucking a whore.

3/ Whores are such a fucking pain in the ass that even brothel owners want to be rid of them.

I shit you not about #3 there. Even 30 years ago (before I drank the kool-aid and married a BPD/NPD woman) I knew that brothels were damned harsh with their whores. Many of them were (and still are, something else that I experienced 3-4 years ago) stuck-up cunts who don't live in reality. Brothels know better - they want satisfied, repeat customers! (Ditto for strip-clubs.)

So for a brothel, a good chunk of the "take" goes to the girl involved. Plus making sure that she stays clean, gets checked regularly, doesn't fuck off the customers, etc.

In comparison, a doll is a one-off purchase that merely requires maintenance after each usage. Customers who damage a doll pay for it out of their pocket.

No cunty personality to deal with. No hassles keeping them clean and checked. No scrambling because someone is on the rag or is in a state 'cause their boyfriend found out what they actually do for a living. Keep most of the money. Customers are guaranteed happier 'cause the whores ain't jacking 'em around.

This is a definite win-win-win fuckin' situation for the brothel-owner.

It's also a damn good win-win-win situation for a man with the space to buy his own sex doll rather than rent one out for a time.

Over 3 years time, a man can get a "stable" of 3 different sex-dolls (each with their own hair/eyes/other accessories) for about $10k all up (including maintenance for those 3 years).

That's much better than $30k for a variety of whores over that time-period. Plus dealing with whatever weird-ass attitudes and the risk of STDs that they bring into your life. (Yes, you pay them to go away once you're done.)

With the AI that they're working on these days - talking sex dolls - memory - responses - moaning when you do certain things (built-in sensors) - you get the picture. It's getting more...

...real.

In a doll-like, puppet-like, controlling manner. You get what you want, which is sex and silence.

This is 2017. By 2030, I suspect that these sex dolls might be coming very, very close to full-on sexbots.

If in 2030 you spend $20k on a very high-end sexbot - one that's actually useful in ways other than simply poking it with your dick - then you are far ahead of the game even when it comes to whores and sex dolls. You actually have something that both:

a/ brings pleasure

b/ makes your life easier

It looks like in that 13-year time-period, the vagina will be ripped right out of the "oldest profession". It will cease to exist. Plus, a man who follows this path is going to have at least $100k in pocket, saved cash, to pick-and-choose his new companion. Why only one?

That's going to utterly gut feminism and the modern strong, empowered wimminz. You will work - period. You will not marry - no man will want you. You will be just another cog in the work-sleep-consumption cycle of our eternal-slavery civilization.

A civilization where actually being interested in fucking a woman will be an extremely rare surprise and validation of her existence. Rare as hen's teeth and unicorn blood.

I would not be surprised if it becomes normal to be having sex with dolls and robots. Just look at the porn industry - razorblade manufacturers wanted to sell more product, so porn stars started shaving their privates. That sub-rosa message caught on and most women (and many men) are shaved. The same type of sub-rosa message could similarly be done to benefit the sexbot industry.

Poor feminists. Caught in the grinder of not needing a man, being able to do it all for themselves, and then even their vagina's literally being made worthless.

We have a ringside seat to this trainwreck.

A small sense of surprised and pleased schadenfreude - tonight, now, I will have a small glass of Grand Marnier. Something that I've not had in quite some time.

Wednesday, 13 September 2017

Nothing Compares

Sinead O'Connor, oh my.

Born 8 December 1966, younger than I am by several months.

Whatta fuckin' train wreck.

Shaves her head way back when, starts to grow her hair back, shaves it again - permashave now. Does an open letter to Miley Ray Syphilis about sexualising women in music.

Four different children to four different men: Jake w/John Renolds (married), Roisin w/John Waters (married), no children w/Nick Sommerlad (married), Shane w/Donal Lunny (not married), Yeshua w/Frank Bonadio (not married), no children w/Steve Cooney (married), no children w/Barry Herridge (married - for 17 days, only 7 days spent together).

Hang on, that's 7 men. She only married 4 of them - and only 2 of the men she was married to she bore children to. That's 2 "single mommy" events, where the fuck does she get off giving Miley Ray Syphilis advice on the sexual comportment of wimminz?

Har fucking har!

Now looks like a great grandma biker chick, tatted to the max and rammed face-first into the steel wall of a battleship at the age of 50 years.

Grief, I look better'n her. And I'm pleasantly ugly at best.

Now the poster-child for feminism has had a meltdown. Poor, poor, pitiful me...


Thank you, Terrence and Blake of Redonkulas.


Monday, 11 September 2017

Can't Understand Normal Thinking

You got it, that's from Terrence Popp of Redonkulas: Can't Understand Normal Thinking, aka C.U.N.T. (Sounds refreshing, but it isn't.)

That's a large number of women that you meet. We harp on about 'em endlessly, here in the Manosphere. All a part of taking the "Red Pill" as it were.

Occasionally though, you run across one that stands head and shoulders above the rest. You would swear that they're so damn stupid, they were dropped on their head at birth repeatedly - and are literally nothing more than a walking vagina. Certainly, nothing up there is working.

Ran across a prize example today.

At a mall, buying some electrical stuff - back to the car - head out of the mall and back to work.

At a pedestrian crossing, a woman pushing a pram. Being a normal person I stop and let her walk across (as per law anyway).

Halfway across, halfway to the footpath - she steps off the ped crossing and starts walking right down the middle of the damn road where cars drive.

Right in front of me, this extreme nutjob pushing her pram down the road instead of the footpath, literally 1m (about a yard, for you American readers) away from a wide and safe and unoccupied footpath.

So I'm stuck with tootling along behind this crazy cunt for about 50-60 meters.

Darwin, you are utterly fucked in this civilization of ours. Sometimes I'd just like to give you a helping hand, know what I mean.

Friday, 8 September 2017

Dark Streak

For women, it is possession and stealing.

That's what makes a woman wet, what makes her eyes shine.

For men, possession only matters for those afraid of losing what they have. If he's settled he doesn't need to own.

Few men are settled. We're restless, the older we get the more restless.

These are the dark streaks in the souls of men and women.

Sunday, 3 September 2017

Entitlement and Expiry

So I find facecrap to be an endless source of amusement. (I'm fucking nasty and enjoying the schadenfreude.) The most recent example is two posts from an asian slag who is in the process of hitting the wall.

Post #1: Slag brags about parking on a dotted yellow line (a no-parking zone) so she can go get her morning coffee from an expensive place. (Status-whoring FTW!) Her justification for parking there: She's asian and there is so much racism against asians in New Zealand that FUCK YOU I'M GONNA PARK THERE YOU RACISS MOTHERFUCKER!

Heheheheh. Entitled female cuntism FTW.

Post #2: Slag grumbles about taking a month to lose weight, now she is slim again, and she's not happy 'cause her face looks a bit wrecked. (This is asian slim, ie sweet-fuck-all, a strong breeze would blow her over.) One of her mates wished they were 18 again, she wasn't interested: at age 18 she was smoking like a chimney and drinking like a fish. (Smoking ten kays of pole too. Slag FTW!)

Heheheheh. Hitting the wall FTW.

Yes, said slag is in the process of hitting the wall, trying to find someone to support her during her last years. She's been making noises in my direction. Thankfully, I've never been attracted to asians. Way too plate-face for my taste.

Most especially these days: fuck no, alla them are shit outta luck when it comes to me. They can find some retarded fool or die alone. The shit just ain't worth it.
"I like being alone. I have control over my own shit. Therefore, in order to win me over, your presence has to be better than my solitude. You're not competing with another person, you're competing with my comfort zones."
-- Horacio Jones

Sunday, 27 August 2017

Confused Poison

A long time ago I wrote about women lying even to themselves:

Female Best Intentions

Female Doublethink and Self-Deceit

I've been thinking further about this off-and-on for the last couple of years, though it's been a slow process. (Many other things contributing to being busy-as and competing to take up my personal life.)

It has slowly grown upon me that women are poisonous. Yet, not in the way you might think.

The poison is inside.

Yes, many of them go into situations with the best intentions. All concealed by personal self-deceit, so that they don't screw their "performance" up.

Now lets look at this deeper.

There is something about a man that fascinates her. Interesting. Irresistible. To the point where she will hang on his every word, do what he wants, etc.

If she's lucky (and he's not) eventually she "captures" that man.

That is the point where she starts, for some unfathomable reason, to poison everything that fascinates her about him.

I experienced this myself in the most intimate way. Back before my marriage, I did a lot of walking: beach, hill climbs, semi-tramping, swimming (in the sea), etc. Quite active.

When my wife-to-be and I got involved, she "liked" the same things. The chameleon at work, hah!

Marriage. *BANG* No further interest in the things that I did.

Oh, I could do them. I was free to do that by myself.

If I didn't mind being sub-rosa guilt-tripped because of it. Being made to feel like a bad person for going off by myself.

Not spending every single moment with her was A Bad Thing™.

Eventually I crumbled, slowly poisoned, my life more and more constrained. Only what *she* wanted mattered. Doing things with *her* was all that was allowed.

An insidious, creeping poison.

Now, dig into her psyche. Where the self-lies and doublethink and self-deceit hide from her, herself, what she is in the process of doing.

In her mind (and that of women, and those who subscribe to women's thinking - aka all the pathetic men out there who would happily lick up her runny shit for a sniff at that vagina) she's not doing anything wrong. It's just "oh...you don't want to be around me..." And sub-rosa patheticness and tears, etc.

If you're anything less than hard as stone, you'll eventually succumb to that treatment. Hell, even stone will eventually wear away.

Especially if you're not consciously aware of:

1/ what she's doing

2/ without her actually knowing

3/ and what the end result will be

The end result is a shell of a man who she eventually frivorces and dropkicks out of her life - because he's literally not the man she married. Literally. As Anonymous stated on Personal Time and Space is Golden for Men: his counselor spent a couple of months talking with him about what he likes to do in his life.

It's all been poisoned, shit upon, ripped away.

However. Due to plausible deniability, due to self-delusions, due to personal doublethink - she will absolutely deny that she has done anything to cause this change. At all. And 100% believe in this denial.

It's quite plausible too, when you consider that no thought or retrospection is involved on her part. She doesn't reflect on it, her part in the process never happened. Massive mental disconnect, very childlike on the whole. Women, the most responsible teenager in the house. Confused as hell, even about themselves.

In this situation, it's a subtle poison - a toxic waste - that she doesn't realize that she's dumping out there. One which slowly kills everything that she finds fascinating and amazing about her man.

The personal scars resulting from her own poison have by this time screwed up her own life. She's going to be pulling that freight-train of bullshit, spite, and bile around forever. Again, she doesn't see the destruction that she's caused - nor that it's her own fault. For her own self-protection, she is incapable of seeing it.

Similarly, women "friends" rally around her - because they cannot see it also. Deliberately, for their own self-protection as well. So they look to protect themselves, each other, and blame the "other" for the situation. In this case: the man.

It's 100% scapegoating behavior. We all do it: damn niggers/jews/asians/etc. Fucking bosses. Useless workers. Stinking money-grubbing rich bastards. Shithole bankers. Greedy fuckers have done fucked up everything.

Whenever something goes wrong, it's damned hard to look at it and decide if it actually was ourselves responsible for the mess. Ultimately responsible - whether individually, or in aggregate.

A lack of self-awareness, lack of reflection, and lack of thinking through - very thoroughly! - the consequences will do that to you.

In the end, the poison is comprised of confusion and self-deceit. A poison that will result in destroying everything that you (men and women) find worthwhile, transcendent, in this world.

As an example: look at the third-world hellhole we are turning our society into.
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I'm not sure if you're still out there and reading this, Anonymous. I've gone down many rabbit-holes over the past couple of years. If you're still there, hopefully this will continue to resonate with and be of worth to you.

Friday, 25 August 2017

Going Full Retard

In a weird way, it's kind of amusing (I'm small-souled and easily amused) to see New Zealand's academia in the process of crawling up it's own asshole, preparing to implode.

Most specifically, some universities around the Waikato region.

I've been looking at their advertisements for the last couple of years. An institute of technology with adverts that show:

* wimminz
* non-white males (asian, indian, maori, negro, etc)

There are times when I have trouble not pissing myself laughing. (Guess my sense of humor has come back somewhat - in a warped and twisted manner.)

Yes, some wimminz can make great contributions to science. (Marie Curie, et al.)

Yes, some non-white males can make great contributions to science. (Charles R. Drew, et al.)

Overwhelmingly though, it's been white males who've had the drive and energy to build this civilization that we enjoy.

No, white men need not apply for education. They're totally unsuitable and not worth educating in any manner possible.

Thankfully, the modern methods of edumacation are not male-oriented, so not being invited to partake is a good thing. It saves a male mind from being further indoctrinated/destroyed, so they can choose to self-educate with things that interest them.

Autodidact for the win.

The way that modern society actively pisses upon this civilization and spits upon the memory of those who built it - the poor bastards must be rotating in their grave.

In a way it's interesting to see how people as a whole are too stupid to learn from history.

Never mind. The highly-competent and -driven survivors of the fall of the West will go elsewhere to make the next civilization. The rest will remain stuck in the third-world hellhole that we are currently doing our best to create.

Tuesday, 22 August 2017

Bittersweet Realization

So a while back, Turd Flinging Monkey was sent a sex-doll for evaluation purposes. He came to a very interesting realization after a week with it, and made this video:
He is quite correct with regards to touch - it is a basic human (in fact, animal) need that is denied to many out here in the fever-swamps of the MRA and manosphere and redpill and MGTOW communities.

Sadly, much "human touch" for men has been the touch of women, in a sexual manner, to make us addicted. Start us young - I did a post some time back about it, might hunt it out again and reread it.

After a little thought, I think that the following might be the gradual evolution of the sex-doll:

* scent - allow the owner the ability to put together a particular scent that he likes

* warmth - not just inside, skin-temperature as well

* breathing sounds

* random sounds - not much, every couple of hours or so

* random twitches - not much, every couple of hours or so

Otherwise, just a "sit there and look pretty" type of thing, as TFM states in his video.

I leave you with this, the state of those just starting to awaken:

Monday, 21 August 2017

Foreign Warnings

So a few weeks back I was having dinner with family, including a step-brother from out-of-town. Several subjects come up - workers, wages, running a business, not doing cash-jobs after hours, that sort of thing.

One of the things that came up was women. Specifically, foreign women.

Very specifically, Philippines women.

One, in fact, married to an NZ man, who brought her over here.

For a while, he was sending money overseas to her family. You know what I mean - supporting her whole family, through his wife, from his life in New Zealand.

Eventually he refused to send money overseas any more. It was a cash-sink that was ruining his life here. Aka the stupid slave woke up to the fact that he was not just enslaved to his "wife", the entire family was sucking down the rewards of his efforts as well. He was enslaved to the lot of them.

What happened?

Blammo. Divorce.

Cleaned out. Lock, stock, and two smoking barrels.

As my step-brother stated: there was nothing involving love in it. It was strictly a financial, cash, situation in her eyes - and in the eyes of her entire overseas family.

Now, if my step-brother would wake up and apply that knowledge to *all* women and not just foreign women...but then if he did, he might look harder at his own wife...

Willful blindness is not pretty to see.

So simply a warning, an anecdote from someone else who witnessed the pain of someone having his world stripped away from him, having his slavery rubbed in his face.

Foreign women, yes, just like that. Our women, yes, just like that.

All women, yes, just like that.

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Monday, 17 July 2017

Yuppies Are So Stupid II

The last one was about cars, this one's about houses. Come to think of it, shit in general. Blech.

So I live in a house that was built in the sixties. Solid concrete basement area, tanalized hardwood frame, brick exterior, solid wood floors, etc. Roof was replaced 10-odd years ago.

Of course, being the sixties, no insulation. (Good thing too - in the day it was asbestos and getting that out of the walls basically means tearing the entire house down.) Had to get that in the roof and floor, and you can't get it in the walls easily - requires gutting the whole house, stuffing the walls, and re-paneling. Got a heat pump installed too, still has a functional fireplace.

This is all standard maintenance/upkeep/modernizing that you have to do over the years. For a 50+ year old place it's actually pretty damn good.

Unfortunately this is where the yuppies come in...

Last owner was a builder. Most jackleg sonofabitch that I've ever had the misfortune to fix up after. The shit he screwed up is unbelievable. Not big, big stuff - no - small, stupid, niggling stuff.

The kind of stuff that nobody in their right mind would screw up. Let alone a builder.

Stuff that is, in aggregate, bloody expensive to sort out. Death of a thousand cuts type of expensive.

Example. Over time, the light fixtures break. Usual stuff. They get replaced. If you can't find something that works, you might save up a thou and then get the whole lot replaced with the same (more modern) type. Assuming that you give a damn, which I don't particularly.

Not this fucker and his ho.

They went through and replaced about 2/3rds of things, with such a mishmash of shit...recessed, spotlight, fixture, strip...which results in a heck of a lot of inconvenience. The biggest one is having to keep four different types of lightbulbs on hand.

See, in NZ we have a standard lightbulb and socket that is bayonet type. They're actually quite a pain in the ass, the spring-loading takes some force to replace bulbs, so you can bust the bulbs as you put them in and take them out. (Not something that you want to do with the "eco-friendly" flouro bulbs - when it happens, clean up immediately.)

Modern "fixtures" generally have screw-bulbs. Very convenient, especially for older folks like my parents. *BUT* you can't get these to replace the standard bayonet socket. Very inconvenient.

Then of course, there's various dickwad multi-lamp spotlight things out there. Yet a third bulb to have on hand...

...the stupid fluoro strip over the bathroom handbasin...

...modern LED fuckin' fixtures that you can't replace the fuckin' LED, you have to replace the entire fuckin' fixture...

...and pretty soon you have a shelf that's half-filled with bulbs of various types, just so you have one of everything that you're gonna be needing at short notice.

One day, you just might get the urge to say "fuck it" and go toddle off to get some kind of fixture that fits the general decor of a 50yo house, because you're getting sick of not having the right kind of bulb when one rather "unique" light fixture goes. (It's inevitable and a fiddly pain in the ass to replace. Literally a half-hour of playing around, which you don't want to be doing with a torch. Short winter days, by the time you get home on weekdays you only have the torch as an option.)

That's when you realize that all the modern "fixtures" are shit. Even when they cost about $70 a pop, they're designed badly (deliberate, of course). The only conclusion that you can figure is that the plan was based on a crayon drawing by the neighbors' fuckin' retarded kid, I shit you not.

(Not, mind you, that this is all about the lights in this place. Or any place. This is just one small symptom of the fucktardism out there that ends up in housing. Or bikes. Or computers. Or cars. Or whatever.)

Of course, these prior yuppie owners - despite the hubby being a fuckin' builder - use the most crappily expensive shit out there and put it together in the most jackleg manner, that taking things apart and replacing them is hours of work.

Literally, about 3 hours going back'n'forth. 'Cause they did bright shit like putting wood-screws directly into gib board (Americans call it drywall) which you can damn near piss through and left it hanging on a prayer, some of the screws stuck in with some kinda glue, et-fucking-cetera. Couple that with fucked designs of fixtures, to go with other fucked-up shit that morons do to "fix" things, everything is on a par know-what-I-mean.

This shit is endemic.

It's like the i-stop in certain cars (no, Apple didn't put a car out - Mazda). The stated purpose is to "save you petrol/money" by turning off your engine when you're stopped at the sign/light - you're saving the environment too, yippee whee skip. Reality is that you can idle your car for a couple hours on a liter of gas, so unless you're sitting in a goddamn traffic-jam you aren't actually saving fuck-all.

In a traffic jam - you got fingers to turn keys, don'tcha?

If the battery gets a little bit flat (which it does with all the stop-start bullshit) then the i-stop doesn't actually turn the engine off, because if it did then your car would be dead until you got a jump-start. BTW, from experience it takes about 8-10 stop-starts to where the battery is borderline and it leaves the engine running to keep the battery topped up. IE about 10 blocks in the city.

This's just more superficially-useful yet actually sub-standard electronic junk that can break, thank you very fucking much.

So this is all on the par with electric cars and the like - bullshit that nobody wants, dumb marketing to make it sound good, and the retards who "learn" about this get all smug about it as they drive their yuppie shitbox around. They're about a millionth of a hair above people who watch infomercials, same shit different day.

At least the infomercial people don't generally bullshit themselves. They know it's garbage.

Lipstick on a pig. Might look good, still a goddamn pig. A helluva lot of people do this to themselves, with everything in their lives, with everything that they do, voluntarily.

Muy estupido.

Sunday, 16 July 2017

Yuppies Are So Stupid

Good ole AFoR takes down a set of yuppies who tried a combination of virtue-signalling and "we're better than you" on him:
So, I’m talking to these people, and a couple of them are from schenzen or however you spell it in china, BTW *the* place to go if you want to see hybrid electric vehicles and infrastructure to support the same.
The phrase “range anxiety” crops up again and again, “FUCKING BULL FUCKING SHIT!!!” is my response.
Range anxiety is something I had back in the seventies riding a fucking hardtail chopper with a 1.2 gallon peanut gas tank with no reserve on a sunday when most of the gas stations were shut and the *next* one was 60 miles away.. so I carried an extra can of gas.
NOBODY today has range anxiety about an electric vehicle, it is 100% a complete total fabricated bullshit marketing lie.
EVERYONE has refuelling anxiety, a regular car can be refuelled from empty to full in 5 minutes, an effective power transfer rate of megawatt/hours per minute, take your regular fuel pumps away and replace them with gravity fed tanks with no more than 10 cm of head and use a fucking drinking straw to transfer the fuel and lo and behold you have duplicated the electric car problem, it takes fucking HOURS to refuel.
Like, suddenly all the petrol and diesel car drivers will be whining about “range anxiety” and not the fuckin stupid refuelling system that refuels at a rate of centilitres per minute
More like trying to fill your petrol tank with a syringe that holds 1cc, over and over as fast as you can (something like 6cc a minute). Trying to put 1 liter into the tank at that rate will take slightly under 3 hours.

I got curious and looked up the Nissan Leaf, then had a yack to a couple of friends. One of them had looked at it and said his wife couldn't get over the "range anxiety". She was afraid she'd forget to plug it in. I told him that that isn't range anxiety, it's a shit refueling rate. When I can go 800km on a tank of gas, refuel in 10 minutes, and go another 800km - plus carry gas in a jerrycan if I get stuck in the wop-wops of New Zealand - range means squat. Refueling is key.

Any rate.

As AFoR states, with a 24kwh battery-pack, that's 240 volts at 10 amps for 10 hours to charge it up (that's at 2.4kwh per hour). Remember the syringe filling your tank at 6cc a minute, above - that syringe is faster than this dogs-breakfast charges.

I then looked at the fast-charge option: 4.4kwh per hour and will supposedly charge up to 80% of full within 30 minutes (note that fast-charge systems tend to fuck the batteries). I ran that past my mate above and he said the numbers don't seem to add up. Given he's an electrician on hydroelectric dams, he ought to be able to get his head around the numbers better than I can.

There's some bullshit there.

Next look at the price for these things in New Zealand: $40k brand-new (which you can't get any more because they stopped selling them). At that price, I'm not surprised. For $40k you buy a "car" with an absolute maximum range of 120km, that you have to charge nightly for 8+ hours. It's basically limited to driving around town (60km out and 60km back).

That same $40k will buy a fuck-ton of bus tickets. Or uber rides. Or standard taxi rides.

Hell, you can buy a $2k junker - spend $5k on fixing the worst problems with it - and the remaining $33k will keep you in gasoline and tyres and servicing for the next 8-10 years. Better, you don't have to come up with $40k cash or be going into "finance" debt to buy the fucker.

Real bonus, you can go anywhere in the fucking country with it. You're not stuck to town.

Imagine: You go on a day-trip. You get 100km from home then have to charge up for 10 hours while you enjoy walking around wherever you've arrived. Then you drive another 100km back home, to charge up overnight for the morning. Hope your parents don't call because one of them's suddenly gone into hospital. You ain't goin' nowhere.

Tesla? The starting price is $120+k.

For even more fun, imagine what it takes to recharge these things. Everywhere you go, you need to plug it in. If every car on the road is electric, that means that every car park on the side of the road in towns and shopping centers and motels and etc has to have an individual charging station. They, plus the electric equivalent of a petrol station, will have a massive powerline coming in.

The people making these charging stations will be creaming themselves with joy at the thought of so much cash and upkeep and replacement and etc. Even more joy for them, because every electric car is different. Different connectors, different voltages, different rates, different capacity, different-different-different.

Power-cut? You're fucked.

This is where you realize that only dumbass yuppies and fucktards with lots of cash buy this type of shit. It's their personal status-symbol, virtue-signalling, I'm better than you mentality.

Diesel and petrol will be around for a long, long time.

This is shades of Brett Stevens of Amerika writ large: sodomize the weak. Including the weak-minded. Which Tesla and Nissan are doing very well, thank you very fucking much. Keep it up boys, these morons desperately need and deserve it.

They're actually gasping for it.

AFoR is actually quite a nice guy. He explained it to these fucktards, rather than let them trip merrily along on their juvenile way.

My 20yo junker? I can go 800km, refuel, do another 800km, refuel again from a jerrycan in the trunk, and camp out and watch the night sky, shooting-stars, fire on the beach, etc. All in one day. Or just do one 800km stretch, stopping various places to enjoy the sights - mountains, beach, forests, peat swamps, museums, etc.

Go up 90-mile beach, spend the night up Cape Reinga. Putz around all the bays on the way up and down. Take in Bay of Islands. Good shit like that.

When the weather gets better, I'll take a week or two off with my camera and head down to Whirinaki Forest and do the waterfall loop track. The Pinnacles in Coromandel. Lake Tekapo in Canterbury has awesome clear skies and glacial melt-water. Opal Beach, Milford Sound, Fiordland National Park, and similar places are all on my bucket-list of things to do.

Living life to the full. Not one driblet at a time.

Saturday, 8 July 2017

No Quiet

As an extreme introvert, something that a man over /r/MGTOW states resonates very much with me:
The Present Narrative:
Chase chase chase, compete compete compete.
Put down that game and stop watching porn, learn PUA, learn how to become a master at reading women, wife up that former party chick.
Oh what's that, not having success? Suck it up and quit being a beta male, the world owes you nothing. Try again. So what if you had a tiring work week? Go out and chase that chick otherwise you're a faggot. And put a ring on it. Buy an expensive car and a nice house along with other frivolous bullshit to signal that you have status, it's important.
Huh, she's divorcing you? Your fault, she wants an alpha male and you're still too much like a boy. Quit complaining that you're losing half your shit and need to pay alimony, it's all part of the game. You do like the game, don't you? Because if you don't, well you're just a sore loser.
No peace? No interest. Fuck all of it.
This one strikes the gold dead-center.

I've heard things from married men, also - quite a few of them. Their wives don't seem to like it when they sit around doing nothing. Sucks when you're sick and physically incapable of doing anything.

I could throw out talk about slavemasters wanting their slaves to work until they drop, and why women hate mens hobbies unless they make teh wimminz lives better, and why men who go through debilitating sickness (ie cancer) suddenly find themselves divorced, etc.

It's all been said before. There's no need to repeat.

A long time ago, I stated that personal time and space is gold for men.

Remember that the whole PUA-sphere is also interested in whacking out your personal time and space (so that they can sell you their latest snake-oil for $$$, never forget that).

Business also. A lot of what I deal with is dumb bullshit that basically takes up 80% of my mental energy and workspace and time. Cut out the horseshit, work for 4 hours a day, and my productivity would be massively higher. I'd also have more mental time to relax and chill out, enjoy things that are good for me and my health, do stuff around my home, and similar.

Of course, if I'm tired I don't get the chance to think things through clearly and tell the boss that he's a fucking idiot. I mean, just imagine saying this to the boss: "Let me get this straight. I do Oracle DBA work, SQL Server DBA work, I've done Cisco networking, server work, programming, all of which you pay me six figures for - and you want me to adjust some fucking PA's Outlook because you're too cheap to hire a $30k a year entry-level computer person. You're pulling my fucking leg, right?"

Retards.

Part of whacking out your personal time and space is so that you don't have the mental energy and space to think clearly. Which is why women do the same to their boyfriends and hubbies in the off-hours.

'Cause if you were thinking clearly: once she stopped putting it out (aka enslaving you to her vagina) and pulled the pin on the fat-grenade, then you'd look at her and either smack her up a bit for the bullshit or walk the fuck out.

Monday, 3 July 2017

The Divorce Grinder Is Real

Over on /r/MGTOW, another link to Statistics Brain which I originally used in my post about the Divorce Grinder that I put up several months ago.

One of the commentors states that this is wrong, bullshit, etc - and states that Statistics Brain doesn't cite it's sources, etc. (Which it does, it's just that the CDC hasn't yet posted out the September 2016 statistics that were used. Us ordinary peons don't get that info the moment it's been generated, it goes first to people who pay out the nose for it.)

Now, there's quite a lot of apparent relief in the post. Even the op is saying that he's glad he posted it, else he'd live with the misconception.

I hate to burst these men's bubbles - and not to shit on the commentor who states that the Statistics Brain people are wrong, wrong, wrong - the Statistics Brain people are correct. Here is how you actually calculate these statistics on a yearly basis.

This is the basic data that I've dragged out of the CDC's website - I've chosen to use Page 16, the 2006-2010 statistics for all women (the stats are roughly the same as for men, a 1% difference). I've put a 0 in there as a beginning data-point, because hopefully you don't get divorced 3 seconds after marriage (and there's no 1-year percentage to start from):
Now, put it into an excel chart to show a rough trend of divorce over the 20 year period:
From this, I've done something that is not the greatest - I've had to dice things up to get a general percentage per year (ie 4% after 1 year, etc). Here's what it looks like when you start with a million marriages - remove a percentage the first year - then the next year, remove another percentage from the marriages that remain (because the other ones are already dust) - and keep doing it ad infinitum:
And from the 10-year line, there was a 10.8% chance of a marriage still existing after 10 years when using 2006-2010 data. Note the peak number of divorces at the 5-year mark, the numbers going down from there as the number of marriages remaining from Year-Zero dwindles.

When you throw in the data from the latest key-statistics it looks much worse and more like what the Statistics Brain people state:
That is only using existing information, not extrapolating it into the future - as the Statistics Brain people have done. So yes, the 6.4% chance of a marriage surviving more than 10 years (aka a 93.6% chance of a marriage failing within 10 years) looks to be real numbers.

It's a bleak look through Crap-Colored Glasses™ today. Marriage and divorce is still a massive shit-sandwich of pain.