I suppose congratulations are in order to Alex Jones’ media outlet, which has been granted access to the highest levels of the government it pretends to criticize. From Infowars own press release…
In an epic blow to the mainstream media’s control of the narrative, Infowars has officially received White House Press Credentials that will allow Washington Bureau Chief Jerome Corsi to attend White House press briefings.
These developments are interesting for a number of reasons, the most obvious of which is an apparent conflict of interest. Alex Jones has made his living denouncing the U.S. Government as corrupt. For years he has titillated the gullible with poorly-sourced stories about a coming apocalypse, in which the American military disarms the citizenry, and puts them into FEMA concentration camps for eventual mass murder. Now it appears that the author of these paranoid conspiracy theories is slumming around with the same people he claimed were going to operate death camps. What gives?
Alex Jones may even attend some White House press briefings in person, as journalist Mike Cernovich recently discussed.
Earlier we noted Alex Jones’ disastrous run through the divorce meatgrinder. Despite the fact that his children were kidnapped away from him by his ex-wife, with the help of the State of Texas, Alex Jones has not published a single story or led a single protest in support of the tens of thousands of other fathers in similar situations. Now he is going to be hanging out with the “mainstream fake news media” on a regular basis, as they rub shoulders together in the white house press room.
A feminist, and self-described member of Antifa, was asked about her greatest real-world achievement. This is her answer…
I’ve often wondered if one of the few upsides to our society’s embrace of abortion is the self-segregating nature of its celebrants. Healthy families love their children, and a conception is celebrated by the expectant father and mother as a joyous event.
Who hates babies? Even y’r boy Boxer, who is horrified at the thought of ever having a kid of his own, doesn’t hate babies — either practically or as an abstract concept. Normal people like babies and children. We’re hard wired that way.
So who gets abortions? Irresponsible idiots, radical feminists, druggies, welfare cases, criminal scum. These are life’s failures, and it’s sadly in our long-term interest that they don’t reproduce themselves across time.
Not infrequently, a young brother will be invited to spend the night at the abode of his lady friend. In my younger days, I used to delay this as long as possible. It’s always awkward to try to sleep over; but it can be convenient to avoid the late-night drive back to home base. It’s also the prime place to gather intelligence on the psychological underpinnings of a potential medium-term fling.
One of the most annoying habits shared by a plurality of single twentysomething women is the need to fall asleep with the television on. I realize in hindsight that certain production outlets probably anticipated this from the get. Charlie Rose’s monotone voice and black background is more conducive to edging an aging skank into slumber than the canned laugh tracks and big band music of The Tonight Show. I doubt that’s coincidental.
The inability to fall asleep without stranger’s voices jabbering into their ears is a tell. People like tee-vee because it’s a means of escape from a reality that they can’t abide. When a young cubicle drone listens to the comforting father-tones, as she slips into her own subconscious, she believes (at some level) that she has daddy’s approval. This is only comforting to someone with no connection to community or authority.
The woman who falls asleep with the television on is the woman who hates herself, and can’t handle the reality that quiet introspection would force her to confront.
It is quite common for many preachers and others to use the phrase, “If momma ain’t happy, no one ain’t happy,” or some close variant. The idea is that a happy family requires a happy mother. The implication is that an unhappy momma will make for a very unhappy family, whether that woman is truly a mother or not.
This is True, to a Point
Of course any family with an unhappy momma is going to have a high level of unhappiness. This will impact the entire household.
[Pro 21:9 NKJV] 9 Better to dwell in a corner of a housetop, Than in a house shared with a contentious woman.
[Pro 25:24 NKJV] 24 [It is] better to dwell in a corner of a housetop, Than in a house shared with a contentious woman.
Proverbs talks about other cases as well, and all clearly note that it…
Michelle Martens was the mother of a ten-year old little girl named Victoria, and she lives in the Albuquerque area. Martens has confessed to police that she “watched” while her two fuckbuddies, Fabian Gonzales and Jessica Kelley, raped, tortured, strangled and dismembered little Victoria. When directly questioned, she admitted that she got “sexually satisfied” watching her daughter meet this grisly end.
Martens also admitted to pimping this child out in the past for money and other favors. She met her pedophile associates on the swingers/dating site Plenty of Fish.
Needless to say, local media has not addressed the strange absence of little Victoria’s biological father. I guess we’re not supposed to go there. Moreover, there seems to be no outrage from feminist groups about this little girl, raped and murdered by lunatics. No candlelight vigils. No tearful retrospectives. Nothing.
It’s a depressing story, but those who are really interested can learn more about this depraved single-mom based degeneracy at KOAT TV.
In view of the commercialization of all holidays, combined with our toxic feminist milieu, I can not fault any brother for refusing to commemorate this day. Certainly, my sister and I are not phoning our biological mother.
Mom was the typical self-centered waste of space who divorced our father in childhood. She won the lottery (granted, this was decades ago in the Mormon blue pill zone) and found a new simp to marry her. Simp wasn’t a bad guy, but he wasn’t our dad. Sis and I both got rid of mom as we came to adulthood, and while I can’t speak for her, my life has been on the upswing since.
There are noble women out in the world — so I’m told — and if any of you guys were raised by one of these women, today is the day to apologize for her valium prescription. You were, after all, the impetus for it.