yup…

Feminism has created a new breed of crossdresser; the man in a woman’s body.

Unless you’re seriously scrweed up in the head, this is repulsive.

Women keep complaining that men aren’t men anymore… They keep complaining that men don’t want them. Of course, the narcissistic passive aggressive “can’t handle a strong,Z independent woman!” Followed by “Where have all the good men gone?”

Women aren’t women anymore, but it’s all a man’s fault…

This, of course, means censorship based on intersectional agenda… What a retarded disaster western society has become.

yup…

They can only do these things because a population of moral cowards allow it. They serve The Hangman best…

“Whatever became of the Right to be left alone?”

Aye, my whole life, all I ever wanted was to not he attacked by freaks and perverts with a government ID, or their unofficial branch, the Social Justice Warriors who do what little this evil government still can’t quite get away with doing… Stasi 2.0, East Germany 2.0.

If only there were more than one of this guy…

The judges we have at every level today are in full scale Sedition. I’m think there’s one or two still standing as a barrier, but most are not merely failing to be a barrier, but are actively enabling…

It was not part of their blood,
It came to them very late
With long arrears to make good,
When the White Man began to hate.

They were not easily moved,
They were icy-willing to wait
Till every count should be proved,
Ere the White Man began to hate.

Their voices were even and low,
Their eyes were level and straight.
There was neither sign nor show,
When the White Man began to hate.

It was not preached to the crowd,
It was not taught by the State.
No man spoke it aloud,
When the White Man began to hate.

It was not suddenly bred,
It will not swiftly abate,
Through the chill years ahead,
When Time shall count from the date
That the White Man began to hate.

the whole mess

I’m used to being surrounded by people who can’t understand basic abstract concepts…

SJWs are developmentally stunted. May as well try to teach math to a cat. Or the passage of time to an Issan girl. Or the concept of precision to a Zulu.

You can never win any argument with someone regarding a concept that their mind is incapable of acknowledging, much less processing…

I don’t bother arguing to prove a point which my opponent has already proven they cannot comprehend. I do it to drag them out into the open.

Evolutionarily, western societies have developed to the point of being insular. Most of the motivations for mental development have been taken away. Those who grew through their formative years with a smarthphone in their hands are the most drastically effected, and have the mental functions of a caveman, at best.

It’s why millennials are so stupid and have a penchant for entitlement and socialism; it’s all they’ve ever known. Their brains lack a place for any concept beyond that limited scope to be plugged in.

Once past puberty, it’s locked in. That’s what puberty does. It’s the reason for the phrase “Can’t teach an old dog new tricks.” It’s the reason that the Bible is so strong on impressing proper behavior to children. The sacredness of Parenthood. The reason why I’m MGTOW by proxy of standards.

SJWs are as they are, because they’re stuck that way. They’re developmentally stunted and it’s locked in. They simply can’t do it. The same way a cat can’t do math. It’s like asking a normal person to slam a revolving door. It’s an impossible oxymoron for these stunted savages to form cogent thoughts around these concepts. These concepts don’t exist for them.

Worse, estrogen pre-disposes women of any origin or culture to the same.

But, it’s bi-directional. It’s not merely the argument of Nature vs Nurture. Much the same as Huxley and Orwell were wrong, because they each only told half the story. The Huxlian begets the Orwellian. Yin and Yang. Lingual defficiency derives from mental defficiency, and then is preserved lingually and culturally, where it is then learned.

But, mental incapacity, or capacity, can, to a degree, be impacted by the language. The cycle can be broken, the pre-disposition can be resisted.

Thailand is a perfect example. It can be measured by the distance between Bangkok and Issan.

As the exceptionally distinguished gentleman in the above video has proven exhaustively, Blacks have a genetic pre-disposition to (severely) diminished mental capacity. It’s not a certainty, because not being raised in a “keep it real” home often results in being every bit as intelligent and functional as White people.

Whites have a genetic pre-disposition to higher mental development, but, if raised through their formative years and puberty in a trailer trash household, end up just as worthless as niggers.

There’s a reason we have a word for black people like that, but don’t have a word for white people like that. While both specimens can end up that way, or not. When left to their own with no formative guidance, whites tend to develop higher mental functions on their own. Blacks don’t.

Whites. Blacks. The extrenes of the spectrum.

Enter; Browns.

The Issan demographic/diaspora has a similar nigger-like tendency, but somewhat less pronounced. When removed from the cultural and lingual traps in which they are usually caught, (which heavily influence them to the underdeveloped end of the spectrum) they adopt higher mental concepts with ease. They’re closer to neutral, not necessarrilly disposed to either tendancy. Thus, Nurture has a much greater impact than Nature.

Further, those with a pre-disposition for mental underdevelopment, have an equally polar-opposed pre-disposition for savagery. Violence. Bloodlust. The more intelligent Whites can invoke it, but the less intelligent can’t cope with it. It comes easy to Blacks. If you’re White, you’re already seeing the pieces fall into place with Asian cultures. It all makes sense now…

proof of unfitness

No, sweetie, you don’t understand. We know full-well that this is off-putting. We’re not stupid. Our abrasive commentary only effects so-called “women” who refuse to think logically, ever. And, we know it.

It’s a screening mechanism. We do the picking and the choosing now. This is how we get problem women to go away on their own, without wasting our valuable time on an active screening process. Our time, as winners, is the ultimate value. Passive income, passive screening. They both save our most valuable asset, time, from being squandered by the unfit.

Like I told the judge when my ex-wife accused me of making death-threats; no, I want her to live a long time…

I want her it figure it all out well after she hits the wall, and it’s waayyy past too late, if at all. Preferrably, I want her to go to the grave wondering why her life sucks, no clue that it’s all her own doing, thinking that she’s right about everything. For what she did to my son, no punishment is too great.

This is why the passive-aggressive insult of “Why can’t I find a good man?” is music to my ears… Yet another half-gallon of rotten milk, wailing as it turns more sour by the day…

But, vindictiveness aside. I shouldn’t have to figure this out for her. It’s an indication that she’s developmentally stunted at around the 8 years old mark. I’m not into pedophilia. A person so grossly underdeveloped, mentally and emotionally, can’t be a good wife, mother, or pretty much anything…

Yes, it’s exactly the “ammunition” a feminazi needs to remain a feminazi… You are still so centered on believing that men are all desperate for you(r crotch) that you can’t figure out that THIS IS NOT AN ACCIDENT!

Stop being morbidly narcissistic and pay attention. This is a feature, not a bug. We’re doing it intentionally. It’s not an accident. We’re not getting it wrong. We don’t need your help figuring it out. You’re the one who isn’t figuring it out.

The further issue you’re not considering is that feminists are viciously predatory. They want to get into a man’s life, pretend to be the traditional woman; then rip everything apart from the inside, children be damned. Raaaawr! They call it divorce rape and false accusations, and the setup is planned long before they meet the man and have the children they plan to do like that.

We men have to be the gatekeepers now. For the sake of our would-be children. We need a woman who has sorted it out for herself, not a stunted child that still needs taught. There just stent many of them, as you’ve demonstrated

That’s harsh reality, and if you can’t cope and see through that fog, then how do we know you won’t go right back to your old ways once you’re in a position if state-granted power?

You keep pretending that doesn’t exist…

The loaded gun of the state is pointed at not just our heads, but that of our would-be offspring. Prove you’re fit for the sacred task of family, or go away. If you cant handle a few brash words without reverting to conflated, delusional logic as an excuse for your betrayal; “see, this just confirms it” is all it takes to throw you off; you’re not even remotely close to good enough to push back against the insidious social pressures and stigma you’re going to deal with for the next 40+ years, if, indeed, you make it that far…

If such a small, obvious thing is too tough for you, only a fool would trust you.

Weak, arrogant, entitled and stupid simply isn’t an option.

Welcome to the Male Shit Test. If you can’t handle this, you sure as hell can’t handle reality. A reality you bitches created. Hoisted by your own petard…

I don’t want to “red pill” you. Gently. Harshly. Any way. If you haven’t figured it out by the time you’re 12, you never will.

The Hangman by Maurice Ogden

Into our town the hangman came,
smelling of gold and blood and flame.
He paced our bricks with a different air,
and built his frame on the courthouse square.

The scaffold stood by the courthouse side,
only as wide as the door was wide
with a frame as tall, or a little more,
than the capping sill of the courthouse door.

And we wondered whenever we had the time,
Who the criminal? What the crime?
The hangman judged with the yellow twist
of knotted hemp in his busy fist.

And innocent though we were with dread,
we passed those eyes of buckshot lead.
Till one cried, “Hangman, who is he,
for whom you raised the gallows-tree?”

Then a twinkle grew in his buckshot eye
and he gave a riddle instead of reply.
“He who serves me best,” said he
“Shall earn the rope on the gallows-tree.”

And he stepped down and laid his hand
on a man who came from another land.
And we breathed again, for anothers grief
at the hangmans hand, was our relief.

And the gallows frame on the courthouse lawn
by tomorrow’s sun would be struck and gone.
So we gave him way and no one spoke
out of respect for his hangmans cloak.

The next day’s sun looked mildly down
on roof and street in our quiet town;
and stark and black in the morning air
the gallows-tree on the courthouse square.

And the hangman stood at his usual stand
with the yellow hemp in his busy hand.
With his buckshot eye and his jaw like a pike,
and his air so knowing and business-like.

And we cried, “Hangman, have you not done,
yesterday with the alien one?”
Then we fell silent and stood amazed.
“Oh, not for him was the gallows raised.”

He laughed a laugh as he looked at us,
“Do you think I’ve gone to all this fuss,
To hang one man? That’s the thing I do.
To stretch the rope when the rope is new.”

Above our silence a voice cried “Shame!”
and into our midst the hangman came;
to that mans place, “Do you hold,” said he,
“With him that was meat for the gallows-tree?”

He laid his hand on that one’s arm
and we shrank back in quick alarm.
We gave him way, and no one spoke,
out of fear of the hangmans cloak.

That night we saw with dread surprise
the hangmans scaffold had grown in size.
Fed by the blood beneath the chute,
the gallows-tree had taken root.

Now as wide, or a little more
than the steps that led to the courthouse door.
As tall as the writing, or nearly as tall,
half way up on the courthouse wall.

The third he took, we had all heard tell,
was a usurer…, an infidel.
And “What” said the hangman, “Have you to do
with the gallows-bound…, and he a Jew?”

And we cried out, “Is this one he
who has served you well and faithfully?”
The hangman smiled, “It’s a clever scheme
to try the strength of the gallows beam.”

The fourth man’s dark accusing song
had scratched our comfort hard and long.
“And what concern,” he gave us back,
“Have you … for the doomed and black?”

The fifth, the sixth, and we cried again,
“Hangman, hangman, is this the man?”
“It’s a trick”, said he, “that we hangman know
for easing the trap when the trap springs slow.”

And so we ceased and asked now more
as the hangman tallied his bloody score.
And sun by sun, and night by night
the gallows grew to monstrous height.

The wings of the scaffold opened wide
until they covered the square from side to side.
And the monster cross beam looking down,
cast its shadow across the town.

Then through the town the hangman came
and called through the empy streets…my name.
I looked at the gallows soaring tall
and thought … there’s no one left at all

for hanging … and so he called to me
to help take down the gallows-tree.
And I went out with right good hope
to the hangmans tree and the hangmans rope.

He smiled at me as I came down
to the courthouse square…through the silent town.
Supple and stretched in his busy hand,
was the yellow twist of hempen strand.

He whistled his tune as he tried the trap
and it sprang down with a ready snap.
Then with a smile of awful command,
He laid his hand upon my hand.

“You tricked me Hangman.” I shouted then,
“That your scaffold was built for other men,
and I’m no henchman of yours.” I cried.
“You lied to me Hangman, foully lied.”

Then a twinkle grew in his buckshot eye,
“Lied to you…tricked you?” He said “Not I…
for I answered straight and told you true.
The scaffold was raised for none but you.”

“For who has served more faithfully?
With your coward’s hope.” said He,
“And where are the others that might have stood
side by your side, in the common good?”

“Dead!” I answered, and amiably
“Murdered,” the Hangman corrected me.
“First the alien … then the Jew.
I did no more than you let me do.”

Beneath the beam that blocked the sky
none before stood so alone as I.
The Hangman then strapped me…with no voice there
to cry “Stay!” … for me in the empty square.

whores… whores, EVERYWHERE!

Men still don’t get the root problem in the “dating” discussion.

Dating is what you do with the woman who has already proven her worth. You date your wife of 30 years and 4 children.

Courting is what you do before you get married; it’s the several year-long job interview you put a woman through to find out if she’s fit to be a wife, mother, and homemaker.

Trash women want to date in advance. They want a severance package for faxing over a resume. They want the reward up-front without putting anything in, because they have no intention of sticking around. They know that they have a limited amount of time to extort as much stuff as possible from as many as possible. They won’t take the time. They know they can get paydirt from fools, and you’re not it.

Any man with good qualities of any kind is not wanted. Only the dumb, desperate, trashy savages need apply. This is why men are targeted for their vitrue, and that goes double for the targets government chooses to attack.

That’s why marriage has become an extortion racket with kids in the middle being used as weapons by whores of the state. MGTOW, for me, is for the children…

Not only does no one care for the kids; women and their pimp, government, revel in destroying them…

Why would you hire someone who demands a severance package for faxing over a resume? It’s already obvious what she’s up to…

All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing.

Knowing this to be true, when good men still do nothing; they cease to be good men.

If Donald Trump is the answer…

Hobson’s Choice

It’s my policy throughout life to ignore the choices offered, because I could see it was a false choice, exactly as described. forcing me to pick something that suits them, not me. Fuck you! I’m the more important party, how dare I say so! I never ask what my options are. I simply define my interests. If the counter-party doesn’t have something that satisfies those interests, good day! The “Take it or leave it” false choice is usually a bluff.

It inspired my ingenuity. Don’t sell the car I want? I’ll make my own damn car.

I am more important to me. You are more important to you. Negotiate. Find the aspect I’m willing to compromise for the aspect they’re willing to compromise. Offer to budge on what matters least to me. Don’t budge? Take it or leave it? I choose leave it every time. The strongest position is walking away. If that doesn’t get what you want, then getting rotlyally screwed is the only thing on the table, and getting royally screwed isn’t for me. Blacklist that person/entity permanently. There’s no good to come from someone who won’t budge at all. No one is so unassailable. It’s arrogance. Never associate in any way with someone like that.

That includes government. Be willing to kill, because that is government’s first and only move. I’d have been dead a long time ago if I weren’t willing to kill government. They’re ramping up, so I might have to do it, and likely die in the process, but it ain’t a bluff. So got 10 more years than I otherwise would have had. Maybe it won’t be 15…

Life capitulating to evil is no life at all, and I won’t do it. Period. Find a way to accommodate that, or get ready for the killin’. That’s MY offer. Take it or leave it.

I’ve recently had a Revelation, about Revelations… The mark of the beast is not literal as so many have interpreted. You will accept the will of evil in thought (forehead) and/or deed (hand), or be forbidden access to commerce. Meaning that maybe you won’t agree, but you’ll damn well be used for the party. Another way, even if you don’t accept the mark in your mind, you’ll agree to do the bidding so you can get by. You’ll go along to get along to save yourself.

Sounds like whats happening right now with censorship by Twitter, Patreon, banks shutting down merchant accounts of those who dare be heretics against The Party. Add in the government money controlls… Makes perfect sense. It’s the Marxist “seize the means of production” by attrition; only those who agree with the agenda will continue to operate. No need to use force to take over the industrial apparatus. Simply assure that none can operate unless they agree to support The Party. If the only means of production left functioing is that which chooses the party… Seized.

The US isn’t discussing whether or not to engage in socialism. The US has been using a socialist vote plantation for decades. It’s not merely Hobson’s Choice, but also conflation. You’re given two choices, but you’re being lied to about what those choices are. You’re not chosing between Capitalism and Socialism. You’re choosing between the Socialism you’ve already got, and the next step of full-blown Communism.

If Donald J. Trump is the answer, what the actual fuck was the question!?

Nay, it’s not Trump that’s the problem. Or Pelosi. Or Schumer, or any of the rest of the swamp rats. They’re merely a reflection of the brainless savages that elected them.

For rejecting higher intellect and choosing to stopped so low, We the People are getting their comeuppance. This is what you get for being shitbags.

Followed by the surprised gasps of “How could this happen?!” After setting up every detail to perfectly assure that “this” would happen… Same old shit, different failed society…

History is a broken record.

let’s roll

This video assumes that society is always good, and socializing within it is always good. As all good propaganda would…

This is a very flawed premise. Societies can be defective. Contact with severely defective/dysfunctional societies is not healthy. Sometimes “social fasting” is a good thing; when one is embedded in a seriously defective society with no escape… The other result is usually mass shootings…

Alone and loneliness are not the same thing. I spend most of my life in total isolation, and I rather enjoy it. I like me. Isolation is how I twisted evil into good, otherwise I probably would have been just another mass shooter (and a damn good one, for the record books, for sure); something of which western society sorely deserves a lot more… But, as usual, I digress…

Lonely is what you feel when, 1) you’re alone and, 2) you know yourself to be a bad person. It encourages you to be introspective and become a better person, because there’s no one else to blame.

It’s too easy to whip out Twitter and tell white men it’s all their fault.

It’s no good to socialize with mental defectives, no matter how popular that (collection of) mental defect(s) may be. That’s what feeds on itself and leads to social collapse and democide…

I rather like being excluded by degenerates; to be cursed by the devil is a blessing. I’ve got plenty of free time; but not for you people.

I seem to be citing this reference a lot lately:

“The sick individual finds himself at home with all other similarly sick individuals. The whole culture is geared to this kind of pathology. The result is that the average individual does not experience the separateness and isolation the fully schizophrenic person feels. He feels at ease among those who suffer from the same deformation; in fact, it is the fully sane person who feels isolated in the insane society – and he may suffer so much from the incapacity to communicate that it is he who may become psychotic.” ― Erich Fromm

Yes. Sometimes it absolutely is everyone else, and, yes, I am the only one who isn’t a dysfunctional freak.

History is filled with such incidents. In fact, one might say hisory is nothing but this.

Either someone speaking out to stop a cataclysm, or very large groups of people too afraid to speak up…

I will not be silenced. I may be a tempest in a teapot. It may not do any good.

But, I will do at least my drop in the bucket no matter what threats the Fedcoats send my way. No matter how hard they make it simply to exist. No matter what they try to frame me for, or force me to do against my will to survive.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow if death, I will fear no evil, for thou are with me.

Am I granted this aegis so I might casually take in the view? A tourist in the valley of the shadow of death? No! What an insult! Could there be a better way to spit in God’s face than to use that protection for indolence and hedonism? Perhaps that is why His protection is being withdrawn…

No. It’s time to make The Devil bleed.

I’ll say it again…

https://internationalman.com/articles/the-new-american-nightmare/

“The sick individual finds himself at home with all other similarly sick individuals. The whole culture is geared to this kind of pathology. The result is that the average individual does not experience the separateness and isolation the fully schizophrenic person feels. He feels at ease among those who suffer from the same deformation; in fact, it is the fully sane person who feels isolated in the insane society – and he may suffer so much from the incapacity to communicate that it is he who may become psychotic.” ― Erich Fromm

Mr. Sociopath Goes to Washington

I’m sure I shouldn’t post this, especially since it became “all about me” and I’m sure no one cares. But, then I figured, maybe it might help someone…

https://internationalman.com/articles/mr-sociopath-goes-to-washington/

The difference between psychopaths and sociopaths.

Psychopaths were born that way.

Sociopaths are conditioned to become that way (intentionally or otherwise). Think government, and sometimes vocational, “training.” Cops. Soldiers. Social Workers… They’re more sociopathic than they are “qualified” for anything. SJWs are a great example.

What you’ve described is a narsicistic and/or sadistic sociopath/psychopath.

Psychopathy/Sociopathy is merely an indifference to the suffering of others, or a lack of empathy. It is a condition found rarely on its own, as it’s symptoms usually lead to inadvertent mistreatment of others, or being mistreated. Which grows into something else by the addition of sadism (usually men) or narcissism (usually women).

I’m a Sociopath and I know it. I know exactly how I got this way, and even guided/harnessed part of it to be productive. As it turns out, even without trying, I’m just that awesome… Took me a long time to accept that instead of deny it under the excuse that I was being fantastically arrogant. It’s harder to acknowledge good qualities than bad… Because I’m aware of it, and am a decent person, I save my sadism for those who deserve it. Because I got this way via chronic abuse by mental midgets, I have no pity for the stupid. Especially the entitled stupid; who are usually narscissitic sociopaths. They have to impose their delusional worldview bubble onto others to manipulate for survival. They’re too stupid to do anything else. They float to the top of heirarchical structures because they can’t serve a function anywhere else. They’re useless people.

When decent people reach their “breaking point” or they “snap,” this is what breaks; the ability to give a shit. At that moment, revenge is the primal response. Fools like to brag about “I don’t give a fuck” to sound cool. It’s not enjoyable to lack the ability to give a fuck… If it were true, you’d not brag about it.

Such people do not become entirely unfeeling. It just takes extremes to reach them. My mom died almost exactly a year ago. I cried once, 4 months ago. Violently, out of nowhere, for about 10 minutes, then poof, gone, like nothing happened. Fools would call it bi-polar, but it’s not.

An aware sociopath with a conscience, me, simply appears stoic. Sometimes appearing disengenuous because I have to fake things like facial expressions, inflection, and body language; because it no longer comes naturally. There is no “we,” ever. Not because of exclusion, but honesty. Because I know that no one knows what it’s like. At the deepest level of what I am, there is no one else like this. There is no “we.”

“The sick individual finds himself at home with all other similarly sick individuals. The whole culture is geared to this kind of pathology. The result is that the average individual does not experience the separateness and isolation the fully schizophrenic person feels. He feels at ease among those who suffer from the same deformation; in fact, it is the fully sane person who feels isolated in the insane society – and he may suffer so much from the incapacity to communicate that it is he who may become psychotic.” ― Erich Fromm

Disparity is why I seek isolation. While solitude is healthy for introspection, to know ones ugliest aspects and to choose consciously to become better. To face yourself instead of needing to turn on the TV and ignore what’s on just for the background noise (someone who doesn’t want to confront their failings, but hide instead). I have an unhealthy addiction to solitude. I can’t stand the togetherness that is never really togetherness… I can’t stand the fakeness of “we.” It’s an impossible dichotomy, being a social creature by design… I spend months without speaking to anyone. Often waayyy out in the woods, playing survivalist when I was younger. Eventually I seek human contact, but a few hours of that reminds me why I was out in the woods for several months, and away I go again…

I’ve found a new form of isolation. Living in a foreign country, a foreign culture; and deliberately not integrating in any way. I rather enjoy being a “farang” in Thailand. I don’t know anybody, nobody knows me; and no one is bothered or offended by it. But, I know, eventually, it’ll become too familiar. People will recognize me in places oft traveled. The street food market. The gas station. The security guards at the gate to the condo where I live. I’ll become a familiar face, and I’ll hate it.

The most predictable quality of the neuro-typical, is their ability to forget that I am not one of them. As they enjoy the comfort of forgetfulness, I am reminded that much more intensely.

An ironic problem for a person who’s memory is do damaged by the stress of Knowing. Constantly reminded, even though I cannot remember.

I belong on that solar powered catamaran, but the Fedcoats took it from me. Wonder where that sadism is directed now? I don’t sleep with my rifle because I’m paranoid and afraid. I sleep with my rifle because living past the point of taking them out at the peak of treason would be a hell much worse than death. My conscience would never let me rest.

Let no man say that I am not self-aware…

A quote I came up with to explain what drives me against what I know:

“The problem with the world is not the crazy guy on the street corner who thinks he’s on a mission from God. The problem is that we’re all charged with a mission from God, but the only one of us living up to it is the crazy guy on the street corner.”

If you really are an arrogant narcissist and you write yourself off as such. No harm done.

But, what if you really are a big deal? What if you really are on a mission from God, and you fail to do it? What if you’re convinced that you don’t matter, and you never do your drop in the bucket?

That’s why everything sucks.

The greatest trick the Devil ever played, was convincing us that he doesn’t exist… Or was his greatest trick convincing us that we don’t?

No raindrop takes responsibility for the flood.