Saturday, September 23, 2017

Gen X is Forced to Reinvent the Rake

UPDATE (9/15/17)

Tinderella culture has reached it's natural endstate. Millennial girls have run out of men on Tinder.

Remember that thing you said about, "the last man on earth."

It's time.

The internet is all a twitter (sorry), over  Nancy Jo Sales Vanity Fair article; Tinder and the Dawn of the Dating Apocalypse. 

A hilariously clueless piece on the bottomless downside for women of the Tinder hook up culture.  There is absolutely nothing in this article that is a news to any man who has taken the Red Pill. It's all there.

It is the very abundance of options provided by online dating which may be making men less inclined to treat any particular woman as a “priority,” according to David Buss, a professor of psychology at the University of Texas at Austin who specializes in the evolution of human sexuality. 

So when there is more of something, it is worth less? Holy shit! When did that start?  Yes indeed, even pussy loses it's incalculable value when it is being thrown at you by the bushel basket as you stroll down the internet highway.  

“Guys view everything as a competition,” he elaborates with his deep, reassuring voice. “Who’s slept with the best, hottest girls?” With these dating apps, he says, “you’re always sort of prowling. You could talk to two or three girls at a bar and pick the best one, or you can swipe a couple hundred people a day—the sample size is so much larger. It’s setting up two or three Tinder dates a week and, chances are, sleeping with all of them, so you could rack up 100 girls you’ve slept with in a year.”

He says that he himself has slept with five different women he met on Tinder—“Tinderellas,” the guys call them—in the last eight days. Dan and Marty, also Alex’s roommates in a shiny high-rise apartment building near Wall Street, can vouch for that. In fact, they can remember whom Alex has slept with in the past week more readily than he can.

“Brittany, Morgan, Amber,” Marty says, counting on his fingers. “Oh, and the Russian—Ukrainian?”

“Ukrainian,” Alex confirms. “She works at—” He says the name of a high-end art auction house. Asked what these women are like, he shrugs. “I could offer a résumé, but that’s about it … Works at J. Crew; senior at Parsons; junior at Pace; works in finance … ”

“We don’t know what the girls are like,” Marty says.

“And they don’t know us,” says Alex.

Look Alphas are always going to get laid.  Always have. Always will.  But thanks to Tinder,  Hinge and the like, every one of them is basically now an Ottoman sultan boredly contemplating which concubine is to be summoned this evening. 

“Apps like Tinder and OkCupid give people the impression that there are thousands or millions of potential mates out there,” Buss says. “One dimension of this is the impact it has on men’s psychology. When there is a surplus of women, or a perceived surplus of women, the whole mating system tends to shift towards short-term dating. Marriages become unstable. Divorces increase. Men don’t have to commit, so they pursue a short-term mating strategy. Men are making that shift, and women are forced to go along with it in order to mate at all.”

This is a man who we wasted an entire education on.  The statistic that this howler monkey in corduroy isn't looking at is, that it is only the top fifteen percent of men that are invited to the feast.  The other 85% get the big Left Swipe. 

Now hold on there a minute. “Short-term mating strategies” seem to work for plenty of women too; some don’t want to be in committed relationships, either, particularly those in their 20s who are focusing on their education and launching careers. Alex the Wall Streeter is overly optimistic when he assumes that every woman he sleeps with would “turn the tables” and date him seriously if she could. And yet, his assumption may be a sign of the more “sinister” thing he references, the big fish swimming underneath the ice: 

You have got the gist of this article by now, right?  A feminist has noticed there there is a big cultural problem.  But the root cause of the problem is feminism and she is so drastically over invested in third wave feminism,  She cannot possibly face the truth.

For young women the problem in navigating sexuality and relationships is still gender inequality,” says Elizabeth Armstrong, a professor of sociology at the University of Michigan who specializes in sexuality and gender. “Young women complain that young men still have the power to decide when something is going to be serious and when something is not—they can go, ‘She’s girlfriend material, she’s hookup material.’ …

How is it that men are still permitted any say in their lives whatsoever?  Why do we live in a world where men aren't kept in corrals for our pleasure? 

The good news doc, is that you do live that world.  

The bad news is, you don't want those men. 

There is still a pervasive double standard. We need to puzzle out why women have made more strides in the public arena than in the private arena.”

By puzzle out she means twist herself into a logic pretzel until feminism can't be blamed for anything.  Never forget, anything a feminist doesn't like is always misogyny

Here is my favorite bit from the article.  Discussions with grrrlz.

“It seems like the girls don’t have any control over the situation, and it should not be like that at all,” Fallon says.

Honestly it's sluts, not girls, that don't have any control over the situation because (*and Cataline awards himself the Captain Obvious Prize here*), every slut is exactly like every other slut.  They are all as disposable toilet paper and as interchangeable as the condom that was just used one. You can not be a slut and be of any value to men

“It’s a contest to see who cares less, and guys win a lot at caring less,” Amanda says.

Darling you have entered the Tinderverse.  A world where if you haven't dropped your panties, five minutes after meeting a guy, you can't compete.  Of course they don't care about you.  Indeed and truly, they simply can't.  You have made yourself into little better than a blowup doll that talks and he wishes it wouldn't. 

“Sex should stem from emotional intimacy, and it’s the opposite with us right now, and I think it really is kind of destroying females’ self-images,” says Fallon.

Destroying this particular self image is by no means a bad thing.   Although I admit the price tag is too high.  The simple truth is that you can't put having been a slut behind you...ever.

“It’s body first, personality second,” says Stephanie.

No!  Really? 

This is the real problem for the Tinderellas.  Women are holistically sexual.  Men are just visually sexual.  And due to market abundance there is no reason to invest yourself emotionally in these girls if you are a man.  

Oh and by the way if you want the Tinderellas blowing up your phone.  Make certain you have your shirt off when you post your picture to Tinder.  That's how they can judge if you have a great personality or not.  There is also quite bit of complaining about men's sexual performance.

“Honestly, I feel like the body doesn’t even matter to them as long as you’re willing,” says Reese. “It’s that bad.”

Correct. The Tinderverse has actually been the most brutal for the Tens.  Before Tinder came along Tens. could win the game by holding out for a while.  Now, thanks to Tinder and it's clones they have to be down on all fours right next to the Sixes and Sevens on the first date, just to compete.  

“But if you say any of this out loud, it’s like you’re weak, you’re not independent, you somehow missed the whole memo about third-wave feminism,” says Amanda.

Actually it makes you a problem for third wave feminism.  You see, you are becoming acquainted with reality and lets face it feminism and reality simply do not mix. If there is a problem between you and third wave feminism, then you are automatically the problem.  So shut up about it and pretend you like being damaged or you will face the wrath of the Central Committee for thought crime.   

“The hookup culture is … bound up with everything that’s fabulous about being a young woman in 2012—the freedom, the confidence."  That is a quote in the article from the queen of the post child bearing barbies herself Hanna Rosin. 

So remember Millennial Girlz, when you take one in the magic V-spot, you take one for the team.  You are performing the all important task of preserving Hanna Rosin's insane world view.  She can't be a slut herself any more. I mean, Good lord just look at her

Seriously, there are no beer googles thick enough .

So you have to be a slut for her.  Personal sacrifice is necessary for feminism to succeed and the sooner you damage yourself beyond repair, the sooner you can be as insane as Hanna.  She can't keep doing it by herself forever, she's going to have to commit suicide one day and you are going to have to step up and take her place. 

“Online dating apps are truly evolutionarily (sp) novel environments,” says David Buss. “But we come to those environments with the same evolved psychologies.” And women may be further along than men in terms of evolving away from sexist attitudes about sex. 

Howler monkey hate his penis much?

“Young women’s expectations of safety and entitlement to respect

THERE WE ARE, THE MAGIC WORDS.  "entitlement to respect"  

No "respect" is not a right.  You are not remotely entitled to it.  Respect is in fact a bone deep emotional response.  It can't be granted by the state as a massive emotional empowerment program.  It can not be made an award for having successfully drawn breath.  It can't be downloaded free at the app store.

Respect is impossible to give.  RESPECT has to be EARNED.

Respect is not courtesy.  Courtesy, I will grant, any woman is entitled to from me so long as they remain courteous in kind.  Remove that courtesy and I am under no obligations to them at all.  Courtesy is a social construct.  Respect is not.

 have perhaps risen faster than some young men’s willingness to respect them,” says Stephanie Coontz, who teaches history and family studies at the Evergreen State College and has written about the history of dating. “Exploitative and disrespectful men have always existed. There are many evolved men, but there may be something going on in hookup culture now that is making some more resistant to evolving.”

Evolved Male in case you don't know, is code for Beta Orbiter.  

I'm an evolved male!

Okay, so the problem is exactly what we of the Red Pillverse have been saying the problem is for a while.  Feminine hypergamy has been ludicrously enabled.  Largely to the detriment of women. They have been told for forty years that there is absolutely no downside for a girl in behaving like a drunken fratboy.  They can do this until age thirty-five or so and then they can marry the man of their dreams.

Any perceived loss of desirability by high status males is a lie of the phalocentric patriarchy.  Men can be educated so that they will find undesirable women desirable after all.

Meet Lena, 

You are ordered to want her.

It was all a lie of course.  Only now the feminists noticed it.  Except of course that they haven't.

Everything is still viewed through the psychedelic kaleidoscope of thirdwave feminism.  Any problem women have handed themselves is entirely the fault of men.

Frankly a lot of men are at fault for this.  They are all called feminists.

The delta/gamma males who backed the third wave pony were all secretly hoping that if young straight women all started behaving like middle-aged gay men, then a lot of that freely available sex would be coming their way.

Epic. Fail.

We all know exactly what happened.  The same top fifteen percent of the males who were landing the Nines and Tens started sport fucking the girls ranked Eight through Six (Fives when drunk), forcing the Nines and Tens to start sluting around just to compete.

I was deeply touched by the plight of the Millennial  Alphas in this article.  They are being worked to death, trying to keep up with the completely unrealistic demands for sexual gratification of  Millennial females.

On top of that the Millennial females are demanding emotional connection and romantic gratification as well.  It's simply impossible for the current crop of Alphas to meet all these needs at once.  They have decided, rightfully I feel, to concentrate on the physical side of things.

So what do the girls do now?  Well they could of course do what their mothers and grandmothers did before them, lower their expectation and take some poor but honest Delta or maybe even Gamma off the market.

But this generation of woman has been told, "baby you can have it all" from the time she could walk.  She wants an Alpha and she wants that Alpha all to herself.

The good news is that there is a solution to this problem.  Jessica Jacobs acknowledges the problem of Tinder hook up culture and the Millennial girls obvious if disagreeable solution to it

The bad news is that it is sending the Generation X male back to the stud farm.

Wait, I'm sexy again?
How did that happen?
Am I doing it right?

I want to believe that Vanity Fair selected only their most salacious interviewees to quote, but I know that’s not true. I’ve received my fair share of lewd attention during my online dating tenure to verify: It really is that bad. But I’ve noticed a new strategy among my set of female friends—lovely, intelligent, independent women—to combat the grime of the online dating world: date up.

I don’t mean status, I mean age. More and more women I know are dating men twice, yes twice, their age. 

I was expecting an outside the box amount of Daddy Issues from this crop.  What with their fathers being banished from their lives at about age ten.  However, I don't think that is what is in play here.   

There really appears to be an opening in the sexual market place for that male archetype from another era; The Rake

Tinder is something you use to start a fire
Does it look like mine ever went out?

And now she will quote a movie.  That being what passes for literacy today.

In her new film, The Intern, Anne Hathaway stands with Robert DeNiro and a bunch of young male colleagues in a bar and draws a harsh comparison: “How in one generation have men gone from guys like Jack Nicholson and Harrison Ford to . . .?”She gestures despairingly at the four men in front of her, archetypes of my generation in their hoodies, craft beer in one hand, iPhone in the other, with their untrimmed beards and general lack of ambition.

Actually it was three generations but... 

 I see what Hathaway means: Why put up with Tinder when there’s a whole generation of men out there who wouldn’t dream of using it?

I had spotted this trend myself about a short while ago.  Roosh was in the heart of Tinder Hell itself New York City and was having the time of his life.  He hadn't had so many ridiculously easy day time approaches, in a long time.  The girls were practically falling into his pocket. 

Of  course they were.  These girls hadn't been conventionally hit on in years.  Personalized attention from a man who knew how to do it right, must have been exceptionally gratifying.   

There have never been more advantages to relationships with older men, precisely because Tinder and its ilk have made dating feel impossible to those of us who don’t want to participate in the battle of who-cares-less. Reach back two decades and you are more likely to find a man who can’t fathom swiping through a series of pictures to find a mate for the night.

Totally awesome! Says the anachronistic Gen X male.  But is it?
"My single friends often text me pictures of the twentysomethings they’re paired up with and I almost feel sorry for them. Sex lasts, what, 10 minutes? Now you have 23 hours and 50 minutes to talk to someone who says “like” every third word. The sex is terrible, too. They pump away like they’re working at a pump factory and there’s no intellect or imagination involved. It’s like playing tennis with a toddler."

The next generation has to come from somewhere or we are all going to end up cold and alone when Mister Death says, IT IS TIME.  So once again Generation X has to step and save the world.

Honestly, its more pain than pleasure for us. Viagra takes the pressure off and we are at stage in life when we can actually afford it but it does nothing to help with chasing around toddlers when you are in your forties. And then there is the whole, "just put Bobby in the playpen with his uncle Geoff thing." Because that never gets normal.

Look we are just starting to get our own kids out of the house. "Freedom, so long an unremembered dream," was soon to be ours. Now this happens.

So thanks Tinder.  Thanks a whole hell of a lot.

Friday, September 22, 2017

The Black Death and Birth of the West

UPDATE (9/15/17)

Cohen the Barbarian: What do you think it means when people invent a  dish like "Pig's Ear Soup?"

Rincewind the Wizzard: It means they are a virtuous, frugal and abstemious people!

Cohen the Barbarian: It means someone else filched the rest of the pig!!

Until 1350 that was pretty much the history of the entire world.

A civilization would start up somewhere.  Populations would expand because of the higher standard of living but then the population would grow a little too big.  Lifestyle standards  would drop.  Grain agriculture would just barely keep everyone fed.  Sons would slavishly follow fathers into whatever profession the father himself  had been born into because at least that provided security and security was everything.  It kept you from slipping down the ladder and no one ever climbed back up the ladder.

Everyone worked themselves to the bone all their life because there was no need for a labor saving device when there was that much labor just lying around ready to be whipped (*literally*) into action.
Society inevitably became hierarchical and then caste divided.  Improvements weren't really possible because there was no resources to be spared for innovation.  The people on top spent their lives busting their humps to make sure everyone below them remembered that their place was below them.

The results speak for themselves. In the year 1000AD the Song Dynasty in China was the most powerful country in the world.  When Europe decided to plunder the Middle Kingdom in the 1800s, it was essentially the same China because nothing had changed for a thousand years.

History, as a certain someone keeps reminding me, doesn't repeat itself but it does rhyme.  The Rhythm of human civilizations is invariably expansion followed by a highly static stagnation.

This is the Zero-Sum Game.

So why is the West so special?  How were we able to break the wheel of fate?

The answer is...we didn't.

It was broken for us by the greatest biological disaster in history.

The Black Death was deadliest plague the human race has ever seen.  The population of the West was decreased by 65% in some places the mortality was as high as 80%.  The Plague destroyed an entire world but from it's ashes rose the glorious phoenix that is the West.

The entire fabric of a civilization unraveled as the survivors of an Apocalypse tried to build new lives for themselves.

I'm going to sidestep the horrors of the Black Death and move on to the aftermath for those who survived it.

We will start with the people generally thought of now (and inaccurately) as the people on the lowest rung.  The Peasant.  The peasant was little better than a slave.  He was bound to the land that he rented from his landlord.  Often had to be in debt to that lord to buy seed, tools and oxen.  The peasant also had to work whatever land the landlord told him work no matter how unsuitable it was for growing wheat.  And the land lord wanted all of it used for growing wheat because it was no skin off his ass if the the Peasant had to spend all spring picking field stones off the ground on one patch of hillside just to grow another half bushel.

But after the plague went through town, the following conversations became common place.

Peasant: Spring planting is almost here m'lord.

Landlord (rubbing hands greedily together): Ah yes! Excellent!  I expect you'll need a loan to buy seed.  The interest rate this year will be...

Peasant:  You're buying the seed for me, m'lord.

Landlord: What did you say!?

Peasant:  Also I'll need a new ox.  Old Iacapo finally went into the stew pot last February.

Landlord:  Buy you an Ox?!?!

Peasant: Also I am not even going to try farm that rock patch on the hill, let alone the swamp, m'lord.

Landlord (momentarily lost and flustered):  Well what am I to do with them?

Peasant: I couldn't care less.

Landlord (enraged): I'll have you flogged!

Peasant: You'll have to catch me first.

Landlords that refused to pay suddenly found themselves without peasants at all.  Sure there were laws to stop peasants from taking off but population reduction made them largely unenforceable.  And once the peasant had a new landland with a better grasp of reality he also had a protector.

The fields that were left fallow were turned into pasture because you only needed the aforementioned peasant's daughter to act as a shepherdess.  Less suitable land was allowed to return to forest.

It wasn't just the peasants who suddenly found that life was quite a bit better for them.

Guilds were a monopoly that tradesmen used to protect themselves by making their skills scarce.  They controlled the knowledge base, so it wasn't just anyone who could do their jobs.  Until suddenly they could.  Over night, if the trades were going to survive at all they needed to bring in anyone who wanted a job as an apprentice, not just sons and nephews (who were largely and inconveniently dead at this point).

You didn't even need to be skilled.  As agricultural rents collapsed.  Labor prices soared.  Even simple manual labor was demanding triple of what had been the going rate and actually skilled labor went through the roof:

"Serving girls and unskilled women with no experience in service and stable boys want at least 12 florins per year, and the most arrogant among them 18 or 24 florins per year, and so also nurses and minor artisans working with their hands want three times of nearly the usual pay..."

Shocking stuff I know.

The interesting thing to look at are the commodities prices because they are most telling.  Demand for wheat dropped through the basement but barley (which is another way of saying beer) stayed about the same as the pre-plague world.  The price of meats didn't change much either and the thing about that is, there was a lot more meat all of a sudden because of the production shift to animal husbandry.  This means that even the increased supply was barely meeting demand.  Everyone's diet was drastically improving.

“The common people, by reason of the abundance and superfluity that they found, would no longer work at their accustomed trades; they wanted the dearest and most delicate foods … while children and common women clad themselves in all the fair and costly garments of the illustrious who had died.”

This is perhaps the most significant.  Clothing has always been the way you tell the world who and what you are.  When you suddenly live in a world where the lowest are dressed as the finest you can't tell them apart just by looking at the fashions they follow.  A major function of caste division was broken.  The long term effect was...look guys Europeans are waaay more class conscious than Americans but I assure you it is nothing when compared to Arabia or India or even good old Communist China. The bottom rung forgot it's place in Europe and never really relearned it.

The Black Death also ramrodded technological innovation.  High labor costs finally created a demand for labor saving devices.

Mills for instance had been around since the Roman Empire but they had been used exclusively for grinding grain. They didn't have time for anything else. But with a drastically lower demand for wheat they were free to do...well just about everything.  From the fulling of wool cloth to sawing lumber to operating bellows.  All of these things had been done poorly but just well enough by massive amounts of hand labor.  This human labor was now replaced by massive amounts of energy for the first time in history. All this energy was creating surpluses where there had only been bare sufficiency and in the case of metallurgy, it created spare time for experimentation.

Technology which had once plateaued out was now galloping ahead into unknown territory.

Maritime transport exploded.  Shipping had always been handled by a bunch of small ships with small crews and just a few big ships with large crews.  But the plague and it's aftermath created a unique need for bigger ships with smaller crews.  It turned out that these could stay at sea a lot longer and as a result go a lot farther.

Then there was the nameless genius who thought of combing this

with this

to produce this

Initially the matchlock was simply viewed as a cheaper and easier to operate version of the crossbow.  Much less accurate of course was reasoned...if you tried putting enough of them together and had them fire at the same time, that might make up for the inherent inaccuracy of...oh my look at what that did.   Well that's it for knighthood I guess.

Finally came the most important innovation of all.

The first internet.

I'll be honest the baud rate isn't great

Gutenberg was the final inheritor of a tontine of innovations and inventions.  He wasn't any genius, he  just happened to the the guy to put them together first but there is little doubt that if he hadn't someone else would have.

He really didn't invent anything at all, he just put a bunch of existing technologies together and utterly destroyed his world.

The printing press really was the first Internet.  For the first time in history people could share their thoughts.  Then form dialectics.  Then chisel out new ones, when the old dialectics collided. Terrible wars happened because of this.  What should have been a minor schism turned into the Protestant Reformation.  But there was also an upside  The end result of all that was the Enlightenment.

As horrible as the Black Death was it created a civilization that spiraled upward for the first time in history.

That is why the West is so precious.  And don't fool yourself, the West hasn't caught on in too many other places on the planet. Most cultures still see life as the zero-sum game.

The really bad news is that the fools who now run the West are inviting those places to move in with us.

Thursday, September 21, 2017

Red Pill Review: The Gorilla Mindset

"If you talk to yourself the way you talk your friends.  You wouldn't have any friends."

If you've just taken the Red Pill good job.  You've made a start.  But if you don't follow up on that you have pretty much also made a finish because you need a plan for self-improvement.

I get it.  You just jumped into a very big ocean.  You don't really know where to start.  When you are suddenly thrashing around in the deep end, look around for someone who knows how to swim.

Mike Ceronovich knows how to do that.

If you are looking for a real personal game changer, Gorilla Mindset is your guide and template.
You've just made your first big change and although you may not know it, there is a name for it: Mindset.

Not too long ago there was  a much more inaccurate view of Mindset called the Power of Positive Thinking.  It was a step in the right direction but it also tended to lead to very wrong directions because it was mostly about the effects of relentless optimism.  This has it's uses if you are trying to rev yourself up for a cold call in sales.  But it tends to be dramatically useless if you are lost in the arctic tundra.  It doesn't matter how good you feel about yourself under those circumstances you are going to starve to death. The fact that you are so happy that you don't mind being eaten by Polar Bears doesn't change the fact that you are going to be eaten by Polar Bears.

Happiness won't get you out of bad situation.  The right mindset will.

Mike Ceronovich is not one of nature's winners.   In brutally frank and honest detail he goes into his past as one of biggest Omega losers scraped from the bottom of life's failure bucket.   Fat, slow and depressed.  He shares some of the harshest memories from his childhood to get across the big message of this book... 

Change. Is. Possible.

Mindset is powerful and it is a power that can be harnessed to your own good profit. 

Question: Okay, Cataline so what is mindset? 

Answer:  Self-conversation.  Focus.  Moment. Mood. Focus.  Lifestyle.  Vision.  A single day.  It's complicated.   Buy the book and find out.

Ceronovich also throws in a lot fairly solid health advice.  Getting yourself into a shape that doesn't resemble a pear is a big part of the Red Pillverse.   Ceronovich is on top of that as well but from a very holistic approach.  Your body is not just an isolated set of muscles and skin but a complex and completely interconnected organism right down to the lowest cellular level.  Be warned it will involve the juice of a thing called Kale.

Trust me when I say, the section on morning mental warmup exercises alone was easily, easily worth the price of the book for me.

 You've taken the Red Pill.  You can try to convince yourself it isn't real and that you haven't been lied to and conned all your life.  You can cling to the fantasy that you are a secret king and the world will throw itself at your feet if you can only find the right insult that is just stinging enough for it to realize it.  You can pretend that hentai satisfies all of physical and emotional needs. 

I realize that this is all very tempting indeed (except the hentail  I got to admit I don't get that part).  Just go back to giving up and not trying anymore.  Accept what little life gives you and never move forward.  It is very easy not to try.

Do. Not. Do. That.

Try to find the Roc's Egg.  Try to pull Excalibur from the stone. Wake the Great Detective and tell him, "the game is afoot."  Join your sword to those of Athos, Porthos and Aramis. Go with the Old Man to find rescue the Princess.  Raise your banner and summon the clan.  Live!

But remember, "A goal without a plan is a wish."

That is where the Gorilla Mindset comes in.  I recommend it highly.

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Want To See What The Gun Control Mob REALLY Wants? Have a look at Europe

UPDATE (9/15/17)

In America we enjoy a shredded fig leaf of a legal document that used to be the law of the land, called the Constitution.  A tragic collection of ignored, misrepresented and out right Ministry of Truth Slavery-is-Freedom lied about rights of the American Peoples.

The march to serfdom presses ever forward.  The toothless old women of the GOP barely acting as a road bump when they aren't out right shooing it along.  There is zero doubt in my mind that many of these Republicans would in fact welcome, "common sense gun-safety," as it would make them more popular with the cool kids in Washington.

But alas the NRA remains an implacable road block. Full Disclosure; of course I'm a fucking member.

But let's take a quick look at an alternate timeline world where your righta are a laughable collection of political fashion statements designed to keep you neutered and docile.  Welcome to Europe

Gun collectors could be forced to apply for a licence and undergo background checks even if they only own deactivated weapons if European Union (EU) officials get their way. Critics have called the proposed legislation “excessive,” and have accused the EU of harassing responsible gun owners.
EU officials have deemed the last round of regulations, introduced in 2008, to be inadequate, claiming that they leave Europe “vulnerable to criminal activity.” European leaders have agreed, vowing in the wake of the Paris attacks to “rapidly examine” the new proposals with the intention of approving them at a summit in February. The new laws would then come into effect in July, The Local has reported.
Among other measures, the draft law will ban the ownership of all Category A firearms throughout the European Member States, even when such guns are deactivated. Only museums which are approved by the government would be able to own such weapons, while all other collectors would have to give them up.
Collectors would also be forced to hand over any disguised firearms, such as walking stick shotguns, even when deactivated; likewise, ammunition collectors may be affected even if they don’t own a weapon capable of firing the ammunition.
In the UK, collectors already need to be licensed but this requirement would be rolled out across the rest of the EU. In addition, all licence holders will need to reapply every five years, and a “standard medical test” for all applicants will be rolled out.
This is being done to protect poor tragically helpless Muslim Immigrants.

Sunday, September 17, 2017

Retweet If You Have Banged This Clown's Wife

UPDATE:  (9/15/17) Apparently a classic.  I've tried taking this one down and my readers insist I repost it.

David (Iowahawk) Burge called my attention to this story.

What Open Marriage Taught Me About Feminism

As I write this, my children are asleep in their room, Loretta Lynn is on the stereo, and my wife is out on a date with a man named Paulo. It’s her second date this week; her fourth this month so far. If it goes like the others, she’ll come home in the middle of the night, crawl into bed beside me, and tell me all about how she and Paulo had sex. I won’t explode with anger or seethe with resentment. I’ll tell her it’s a hot story and I’m glad she had fun. It’s hot because she’s excited...


Just wait until she tells you about how she got sealed tight by T-Bone, Jizzy Dog and a third guy whose name she didn't catch.

 and I’m glad because I’m a feminist.

Yes, you are indeed a desperately sad, neutered cuckold.  You have fun with that.  

Before my wife started sleeping with other men, I certainly considered myself a feminist,

I'm sure, I would have considered you one too.  You have easily blown whatever microcosm of doubt I could have had on this point, completely out of the water. 

but I really only understood it in the abstract. When I quit working to stay at home with the kids, I began to understand it on a whole new level. I am an economically dependent househusband coping with the withering drudgery of child-rearing. Now that I understand the reality of that situation, I don’t blame women for demanding more for themselves than the life of the housewife.

I couldn't be prouder of just how pathetic I really am.  My wife keeps my balls in her purse.  She shows them to Paulo to make him laugh. 


Still, as a man, I could, if I wanted to, portray what I’m doing as “work,”

No.  No you can't.

and thus claim for myself the prestige men traditionally derive from “work.” Whenever I tell someone I stay home with the kids, they invariably say, “Hardest work in the world.” They say this because the only way to account for a man at home with the kids is to say what he’s doing is hard work. But there’s a subtext in the compliment that makes it backhanded: We both know no one ever says it to a woman. Mothers care; fathers provide care. The difference is crucial. Despite my total withdrawal from the economy and the traditional sources of masculine identity, I can still argue I am a provider. I provide care.

What you mostly do is provoke embarrassed laughter in real men. It's not just Paulo.  

That's a thing.  You shouldn't underestimate yourself.

In this way, my masculine self-image was stretched but not broken. Diaper bag notwithstanding, I was still a Man. It wasn’t until my wife mentioned one evening that she’d kissed another man and liked it and wanted to do more than kiss next time that I realized how my status as a Man depended on a single fact: that my wife fucked only me.

 "that my wife fucked only me."  

Yeeeeeeah...about that...hmmm.  

Wow, awkward.  

Look, I'm afraid I have some news for you there pal.  Take a seat.

When people ask how it started, I say this: We married young. She’d had sex before me, but only with a handful of people a handful of times. She never had a boyfriend, never had a lover. I was the first man she ever had the chance to get to know intimately. By her mid-30s, having already had our children and entering her sexual prime, she felt keenly her lack of sexual experience. Happily for me, she was willing to talk about it, willing to ask if I’d be open to exploring other options. We opened a bottle of wine and started talking, and talking, and talking.

Okay womanese translation time.  She was a six in college but a seven point five when an Alpha had his beer goggles on.  Bangable until sunrise.  More than one sneaked out of her bed before she woke up but she desperately missed the Alpha buzz that she couldn't possibly get with you, the mother of her children.

She didn’t present it as an issue of feminism to me, but after much soul-searching about why the idea of my wife having sex with other men bothered me I came to a few conclusions: Monogamy meant I controlled her sexual expression, and, not to get all women’s-studies major about it, patriarchal oppression essentially boils down to a man’s fear that a woman with sexual agency is a woman he can’t control. We aren’t afraid of their intellect or their spirit or their ability to bear children. We are afraid that when it comes time for sex, they won’t choose us. This petty fear has led us as a culture to place judgments on the entire spectrum of female sexual expression: If a woman likes sex, she’s a whore and a slut; if she only likes sex with her husband or boyfriend, she’s boring and lame; if she doesn’t like sex at all, she’s frigid and unfeeling. Every option is a trap.

She was already fucking around on you.  You were going to find out eventually. She wanted you to do that on her terms.  She didn't want to lose half of her shit in the divorce plus her free chief cook, bottle washer and nanny on top of that.  

 Feminism always comes back to sex,

Really, really bad sex.

...even when we’re talking about everything else. The point isn’t that all women should be sexual adventurers. Celibacy is as valid an expression of sexuality as profligacy. The point is that it should be women who choose, not men — even the men they’re married to. For my wife, the choice between honoring our vows and fulfilling her desires was a false choice, another trap. She knew how deep our love was, and knew that her wanting a variety of sexual experiences as we traveled through life together would not diminish or disrupt that love. It took me about six months — many long, intense conversations, and an ocean of red wine — before I knew it, too.

When my wife told me she wanted to open our marriage and take other lovers, she wasn’t rejecting me, she was embracing herself. When I understood that, I finally became a feminist. 

She has in fact rejected you, you castrated moron.  What you became was a pathetic submissive for vast number of other straight men.

That was two years ago, and today we’ve never been happier, more in tune, closer, tighter, stronger. Whatever power I surrendered, I don’t miss. I wouldn’t recommend it for everyone, but I tell everyone it works for us.

She hasn't made me watch, yet but I am so looking forward to it. 

How does it work? We take turns going out. Because we have small children (ages 6 and 3), one of us stays home. (We don’t like to use babysitters because it gives us a curfew; we’d rather go out unfettered than worry about turning into a pumpkin at midnight.) Going out alone to hooking up with others was an easy transition. It does work both ways and, yes, I too enjoy sexual carte blanche.

I haven't actually managed it you understand but I theoretically have the option...If Paulo approves.

I just don’t use mine as much as my wife uses hers.

HA HA HA HA HA (wheez...wheez) HA HA HA HA HA

What’s important is equality of opportunity, not outcome.

Uh oh stand by for SJW lynching. The neutered one has strayed slightly from feminist orthodoxy.

He is guilty of Cuckold Privilege.

How does it feel? It feels great ... mostly.

HA HA HA HA HA (wheez...wheez) HA HA HA HA HA

Most of the time, it feels like a mature, responsible way to address our needs and desires within our loving, mutually supportive marriage. It feels very adult, especially because it depends on open, honest communication. We take great pride in all the talking we do. I meet a lot of people who say they’ll never get married because they don’t want to get divorced, and hearing it always makes me sad, because they are cutting themselves off from the possibility of the magic that happens when two people share their lives. People don’t divorce because they can’t stand sharing anymore; they divorce because they feel like they can’t share enough. I never forget that my wife is a whole person unto herself, a complete and dynamic individual, and though we are together, we’re not one. Too often people get trapped in the roles of husband and wife, and a gulf opens between what they think they should be and who they really are. Opening our marriage has allowed us to close that gap so that the person I call “wife”


Dude you can stop calling her that anytime now.

 is the same person my wife sees in the mirror. Lying to each other begins with lying to yourself, and now we don’t have to lie to anyone

You are in fact lying to yourself.  

You do nothing but lie yourself. You were a Delta male that has been reduced to Gamma. Having your breadwinner wife screw around on you, does not make you a secret king.

There are of course moments of jealousy, resentment, and insecurity. Recently, my wife went on a date and fell asleep at his apartment. I hadn’t heard from her since 10 p.m., she still wasn’t home at 6 a.m. My texts went unanswered and my calls went to voicemail. A tight knot of dread lodged in my stomach as I imagined all kinds of dire scenarios and realized that I not only didn’t know where she was, I had no idea whom she was with. I pictured myself going to the police saying, “I think she’s in Red Hook with a guy named Ryan. I don’t know his last name, but I think he’s a graphic designer?” I’m not sure there’s actually a word for the unique blend of acute terror and unforgivable shame I felt that morning imagining that I’d lost my wife to Ryan, the maybe graphic designer. When she finally texted me at 7:30 a.m., relief coursed through me like morphine. She wrote, “fuckfuckfuckfuck Im soooooo sorry. Fell asleep.” I replied, “Just glad you’re ok, but next time, no radio silence. Remember: you’re not alone.”

I'm pretty sure she knew she wasn't alone.  The actual man in her life had ordered her to sleepover, which she happily did.

The bottom line here sad one. is that eventually she is leaving you. That is going to happen.  And do you know what is going to cause this break down?

 It will happen when you find a girl who is younger than she is and fall in love with her because you are in the trap and screaming.  

This is as inevitable as the sunrise.  Your "wife" will never forgive you for falling for a younger better looking woman.

What surprises most people is when I tell them it’s not the sex-with-other-men that bothers me. The sex is the easy part, the fun part. It’s what the sex connects to, stands for, reveals that can be difficult. I don’t want her to fall in love with anyone else, and every time she goes on a date, I confront the possibility that she might. It happened at the beginning: The first person she dated after we opened up fell hard in love with her, and my wife, overwhelmed by his ardor, tried to love him back. Watching it happen, I was confused, angry, and terrified that she wanted to leave me. She assured me she didn’t, and whatever feelings she had for him didn’t lessen what she felt for me. Believing her then was the ultimate trust exercise. We survived because eventually I did believe her, and also because I learned to trust myself.

This is the guy that she will run back to, once you finally fall for the next six, who is ten years younger than your soon to be ex-wife.

This has been the great challenge of my open marriage: to draw strength from vulnerability.

Subs always go on and on about how strong you have to be, when you are on the receiving end of the strap-on.

Doing so requires supreme self-confidence.

Yeah, you are mountain of self confidence.  I can feel it. You should take up pro-wrestling. 

 You must first really, truly love yourself; it is the foundation upon which all the other love is built. From everywhere comes the message that what I’m doing is for weaklings, losers, failures, pussies; that if I had money and status, I could keep my wife “in line”; that her self-discovery comes at the expense of my self-esteem. My open marriage has made heavy demands on my ability to silence the voice of doubt in my head, that gnawing feeling of worthlessness. But I find I can meet those demands, and that I am able to build my self-confidence out of nothing more than the basic dignity we all possess. I’m grateful to my wife for pushing us to take this leap, and whatever happens to us in the future I would do it all again. And when she comes home tonight and crawls into bed beside me with a hot story about her date with Paulo, she’ll do it all again, too.




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Saturday, September 16, 2017

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I'm sure you will survive without me.

I set up a schedule to post some past posts.

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