Good Friday

I have a new, hate-filled, misogynist post ready to go; but, I’m going to hold off out of respect for Mary Magdalene (and the other Mary).

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In the end of the sabbath, as it began to dawn toward the first day of the week, came Mary Magdalene and the other Mary to see the sepulchre.

And, behold, there was a great earthquake: for the angel of the Lord descended from heaven, and came and rolled back the stone from the door, and sat upon it.

His countenance was like lightning, and his raiment white as snow:

And for fear of him the keepers did shake, and became as dead men.

And the angel answered and said unto the women, Fear not ye: for I know that ye seek Jesus, which was crucified.

He is not here: for he is risen…

(Matthew 28)

Granted, I take it as myth and not history, but I think it’s telling that two solid sisters (women, not skank-ho wimminz) were the first to welcome the hero back to take command of the world.

Happy Holiday to all my Christian brothers. Come on back on Monday, and we’ll see what shit I can come up with.

The Third Position

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Those of us who aren’t completely autistic come to realize the benefits of the golden mean. This is a peripatetic term which describes the sensibility and desirability of avoiding extremes.

Down below in the comments, Derek attempts to insult me by noting that:

“Men concern themselves with the future”, says the man who won’t be marriageable material, marry the right type of women, and have children. I suppose you can take the Darwinian approach that those who don’t reproduce are ultimately doing everyone a favor by removing themselves from the gene pool.

If I wanted to be even more of an asshole than I already am, I could become extreme. I could, for example, condemn all the married men I encounter. I could also start gaming and fucking their wives. I could post long hamster-wheel rationalizations about what I was doing was normal and healthy, and I’d probably poach quite a few fans from people like Roosh V and Heartiste in the process.

Of course, I could also veer off to the other extreme, and marry some woman. In the spatiotemporal location where this marriage is to occur, that marriage would entail becoming that woman’s servant. I would have to come when she calls, sit when she commands, and shell out the cash for whatever frivolity she orders up, from one moment to the next. I could construct an elaborate ego-defense, in order to justify all this, by pretending to be the only real man in the world, and condemning every other man for not showing females enough respect. If I were successful enough in that regard, Dalrock would end up mocking some of my essays on his blog, as he does with similar cretins.

Rather than following either of these extreme paths, I have chosen to adopt a certain set of ethical standards for myself. I do not expect anyone else to follow these standards, as they’re entirely self contained. This is in line with my general interpretation of MGTOW, given that my “way” is mine alone, and it isn’t necessarily going to be the way of anyone else. There is also a political precedent. During the cold war, the anti-Soviet communist revolutionary Josep Broz Tito formed the Non-Aligned movement. Like individuals, societies also want to forge their own paths, rather than obeying the orders of foreign ideologues.

Brother Derek can imply that I don’t think of the future when I make the conscious decision not to replicate my genes. In fact, like many of his other contentions, the opposite is true. In the first place, I have tons of genetic relatives, and “my” genes will be shared well into the future. In fact, my genes will likely outlive most of y’all’s, simply because my ethnic group is much more successful than the mean in North America, in encouraging reproduction.

In the second place, Derek is buying into the masculine mystique promoted by people like Roosh and Heartiste, who will tell you that men can cat around almost indefinitely, without ever damaging their own psychological states. Such people are liars, and I have argued this extensively, for years. Being promiscuous may produce a different sort of damage in the male psyche than in the female one, but the damage is done. I usually answer people like Derek with a challenge to introduce me to his sister or daughter, and perhaps I’ll marry that woman. The reality is that men like me would make very lousy husbands. Within a year, I’ll be fucking my wife’s friends and colleagues. Within five years, I’ll be divorced, and unlike most of the poor saps I talk to on Dalrock, I’ll deserve my run through the family courts.

I am, in fact, thinking of the future, when I consciously refuse to become the unfaithful husband of a decent woman. I am thinking of the future when I refuse to sire a divorce-bastard by such a woman. I am thinking of the future when I refuse to give one of the unmarriagable sluts I slum around with the baby that she’d love to have. I don’t want any of my offspring tortured or killed by such a woman.

I like to have sex, and I’m currently in a world where sluts and playas are encouraged. What I do is minimize my risk of catching a communicable disease, minimize my risk of a false-accusation of misconduct, and minimize the possibility of a pregnancy occurring. I do this in a number of different ways. For example, I let google and apple log my location. I (as smoothly as possible) document a memorandum-of-understanding before sex, and an acknowledgement of consensual and fun behavior after. I don’t fuck married women. I don’t fuck anyone I work with or have social or professional authority over.

There is another variation of third positionality, and that would be the one adopted by Earl. Earl doesn’t seem to be interested in discussing it in detail, but guys like him offer a young brother another valid alternative to slavery or PUAdom. I’ve often wondered if he’d object to me collecting some of his comments and writing a post of them in his honor. Time will tell.

 

With Extreme Prejudice

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Wimminz have many delusions, as a combined result of social engineering and biological inclinations. One of the more profound delusions they have is that they are the choosers, and you, if you’re lucky, will be grateful for being chosen. You will remain grateful for as long as any one wimminz uses you as her own personal sex toy, and you will not whine or complain when she replaces you with Chad, Brad or Madeline, as the whim might strike her at any moment.

One of the many laughable unintended consequences of feminism is guys like us, who do not whine or beg like dogs to be chosen. Counterintuitively, this makes us more attractive to peanut-brained wimminz who see us as stronger of mind and body than the average simp they are used to. Unfortunately for them, our indifference is usually genuine, and catalyzed by a will to conquer even when they think they have us on the ropes.

Rejecting a wimminz usually leads to some amusing reactions, such as the one above. As the feminists are constantly telling us, the world is full of gender-based double standards, and the female inability to exit with grace and dignity is one. The bitch above is bitching, despite the fact that I’m essentially doing her a favor, being honest with her, not ghosting, and freeing her up to find someone better than ya boy Boxer. Such ingratitude! Such is the norm.

Plugging Jason’s Excellent Blog

Screen Shot 2018-03-23 at 20.13.18As y’all know, y’r friend and humble narrator has been notoriously unconcerned with his gaff of late. Squatters have started to move in. I care not. Our brother, and fellow autiste, Jason, has the beginnings of a fantastic blog. He’s a better man than I, and a better writer too… Posting proof so as to support my contention…

California is a vanishing dream, a hot mirage on the freeways, back dropped by golden hills and a hot brassy-blue sky. It’s my adopted home. Sooner than later, I will have spent more of my life living in California than that of my native New York State. I will shortly be able to call myself a “Californian”.

It’s not a bad a place to live but I see a slow lumbering beast crawling back to its cave to die, and its death will be slow and painful. I don’t pine or pray for this, but I see it as inevitable. Sometime, somewhere as the fires of the late 1990’s died down I came to the conclusion that in California (if not the rest of the nation) that we were at that point when the “red light” comes on in the pilots’ cockpit of a plane. The light means that “you don’t have enough fuel to make it back to your original destination; for better or worse the flight must press on to its destination…” Which is Airstrip One.

Read more here.

The furniture business is a racket full of shady underdealings, always approved credit, employees paid in cash, and probably a front for some other shady dealings (snuff films, meth running or some sort of money laundering).

Kind of like the men who sell, talk about and preach “Game”. It’s never too late for you! You will be approved! You just have to learn and apply! Come on in and we’ll tell you what you need to hear! Our customers approve! Testimonies! Step right up! We’ll talk down to you. Shame you……and then proverbily slap you because you came back asking for more information or help. The ironic thing is that there is a huge market for this, and it doesn’t seem to be letting up. Like that furniture store……..no returns, no exchanges. They don’t remember you if you happen to come back.

Much more here.

The Consequences of Feminism

This is another hard-hitting, subversive article by Brother Derek. Visit his blog to say thanks, or show him some love in the comments section.

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My book critique mentioned the evolutionary consequences of feminism from the historical perspective. Now, in light of this article series on Fabius Maximus (with commentary by Dalrock), it’s worth asking what the future holds.

Women have successfully decoupled sex and career from procreation and family. Some men have reacted by using Game to acquire casual sex without commitment. MGTOW are signing out completely. The common thread? Decreased fertility, both male and female. Yet, the sexual revolution that took hold in the 1960’s that seems so entrenched is going to unseat itself. These parties are headed toward evolutionary extinction because they fail to reproduce. Slowly but surely the natural consequence of feminism is the extinction of its proponents and those that participate in it (either willingly or unwillingly). It is an evolutionary inevitability. The result is (1) economic chaos and (2) genetic replacement.

We see the trouble brewing as the population pyramids invert in the world’s most prosperous nations. A population pyramid that isn’t a pyramid means that there are too few young supporting too many old. The tax base is shrinking (relatively) because there are not enough babies. It’s an impending economic nightmare. But the economic chaos caused by feminism gets worse. Dalrock writes:

“I think we will see a creeping panic from our ruling class as they realize that by replacing the marriage based family model with one founded on child support they have removed the incentive for men to produce the kinds of excess wealth that our progressive tax structure requires. Even worse, fatherless children are (on average) far more expensive to society than fathered children are, and this is true for life. So the income stream is at risk, and the expenses are going up.”

It’s a toxic mix of a shrinking tax base, ballooning demand for social services (and government debt), expensive fatherless children, and lower per-capita wealth generation. Expect ever-lowering standards of living as this process accelerates. Eventually feminism will die. The only question is how much economic damage will it do before it dies?

Among all the doom and gloom, most people are surprised to hear that by most quality-of-life metrics, humanity is in a golden age. Never before has their been so much health, wealth, and prosperity. Indeed, were in not for feminism we would likely be able to maintain it. Instead, we stand at an inflection point wondering “What is to come?”

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Feminism is taking us down a dangerous path towards economic ruin. At Fabius Maximus, Larry Kummer rejects calls for traditional marriage and family as a response to feminism, claiming it is too late. Yet, if we want any say in our future, we must do this. It will be far more painful to do nothing. Inaction will lead to genetic replacement.

Babies will be born to somebody. If one subset of the population refuses to breed, and there is no indication that this is going to change, then they will be removed from the gene pool. Those that still breed and/or immigrate will be the new masters. You don’t need a crystal ball to see where this is going. Look to the effects of immigration as it collides with feminism in Europe. Unfortunately, a timely reversal of society’s downward trajectory through replacement is unlikely, even if it manages to bring the end of feminism.

The only other option is to clamor for a return to traditional marriage and family. Overthrowing feminism and restoring our path of prosperity requires changes. We can either be a participant in the process or, through genetic replacement, have those decisions made without us.

First, abortion must end. Over 500,000 babies die a year. Ending abortion would drive a stake into the heart of feminism and simultaneously end the population pyramid inversion. This is the greatest issue of our lifetime. Without abortion, women would be much more likely to have children. Society needs both “Man up and get married” and “Woman up and get pregnant.”

Second, men must refuse to have sex unless it can lead to procreation and birth. It can only do this by embracing monogamous marriage or celibacy as the only valid options for sexuality. Feminists cannot be enabled. They must, instead, be sexually ignored and bred out of existence.

Third, embrace Christianity. This is the only way we can restore fatherhood and prevent cohabitation, single-motherhood, and no-fault divorce. The promotion of traditional marriage, absent Christian sexual morality, is not enough. Not everyone who hates feminism is a Christian. This is a mistake. Christianity is the greatest enemy of feminism: consider good and evil by the fruit it bears (and who its enemies are).

In short, we need more fathers, more marriages, more babies, and more Christians.

Email Hassles

So, wordpress is only forwarding about half the e-mail messages which get sent to me, to the e-mail address I provided as a destination. I have no idea why this is so.

If you have recently contributed a guest article or a meme, and it didn’t show up, please feel free to resubmit directly.

box210 at protonmail dot com

Apologies in advance for the inconvenience. I have no idea what is going on, but future communications ought to always go directly to the address above.

WTF?!

Part of the fun of online dating is trolling outspoken feminists, be they progressive or conservative. Dolores here was especially funny. Her profile and photos suggested she was on the young side (22-23). She’s a student, majoring in, of all things, wimminz studies.

“Just looking for friends” says Dolores, as she flashed everything but the nips on PoF. I found that funny enough to text the number she gave me.

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Dolores “would love to be mine.” For those of you older, chaste, Christian brothers, what Dolores is saying in the above message is that she wants to have sex. At this point I imagined that this was straight up prostitution, and ignored her for a few hours. In that span, she convinced me that she lived alone, on the other side of town, and that she could “be mine” without a straightforward monetary exchange, but that she would like to meet me at a restaurant first, the next morning.

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I guess the old saying about feminism ending when the bill comes has some truth to it. I respond directly, in this message, by telling her that a 15 dollar pancake special breakfast, at the end of a half-hour commute, is too high a price to pay for Dolores’ cunt. Despite her age, her pics give her a hard look, and I’m sure there’s about ten years of wear-and-tear on that thing.

Needless to say, Dolores didn’t text back after this, so I moved on to Tinder, where the pickings are always entertaining…

I know lots of you brothers would like a shot of this prize-catch of a himminz. Zhir’s waiting for you.

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And what the fuck do you think you’re doing here, you stupid bitch?

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It’s one thing to have no pride in yourself, but another to embarrass your husband, kid and dog. Could someone please call this poor sucker and tell him what his wife is up to? Thanks in advance.