Yes, there has been a lack of anything written for a while. Why? Because I'm living my life, on my terms, doing what I want, and I don't always feel like sharing every intimate detail.
Also, how many times can I say "I've been working, playing video games, drinking beer, fishing, lifting weights, hanging out, and just generally enjoying life"?
Ah, but it's not all "Same old, same old, this update is no update".
I have decided to bring a new feature to this blog.
I'm going to let a couple of guest writers contribute movie reviews.
Feminist. Movie. Reviews.
Yes, you read that right. Feminists are going to write movie reviews and I'm going to feature them here.
If you have a movie you'd like to see them review, feel free to comment. I can't make any guarantees that they WILL review it, since they'll probably just scream something about patriarchy and gender slavery if I make any kind of suggestions, but who knows? Sometimes, the sun even shines on a dog's ass, so maybe they'll run with your suggestions.
In the meantime, enjoy what's left of summer (for my friends in the northern hemisphere). I know I'm going to. This weekend looks like it's going to be beautiful, and I still have one fishing pole I haven't broken due to snagging sunken logs or whatnot, so you know what this weekend has in store for me.....
Friday, September 5, 2014
Thursday, June 26, 2014
You are NOT "Amazing"
Like (I hope..) most people that surf the web, I read a lot of different things. If you visit any kind of forum, you'll be exposed to things that you probably would never read otherwise, if for no other reason than you wouldn't think to look for whatever the subject is, or you wouldn't ever go to certain websites.
One thing I've noticed, women really love the word "amazing". They always refer to themselves as amazing, or their friend is 'the most AMAZING person I know'.
Words mean things, which obviously these women forget. You'd think they'd remember that, since they use twenty thousand words a day, but hey, sometimes these things get overlooked. Or something.
Here's some copy pasta from Merriam-Webster's online dictionary:
amazing
adjective
: causing great surprise or wonder : causing amazement
amaze·ment
noun
\ə-ˈmāz-mənt\
: a feeling of being very surprised or amazed
Now, EVERY woman is 'amazing', to herself and/or her friends.
Every. One. Of. Them.
Every one of them causes "great surprise or wonder" to the rest of them? How is this possible?
They're ALL 'amazing'?
Let's get a few things straight, shall we?
Caring for your thugspawn isn't 'amazing'; it's what you DO when you're a parent (yes, I use that term loosely for those getting impregnated by thugs).
Working to support yourself isn't 'amazing'. It shouldn't 'cause great surprise or wonder'. It's what you DO when you're an adult and independent of your parents.
Going to college isn't 'amazing'. Damn near anyone can go to college. Especially if they go for some kind of soft-headed bulldrek like sociology or "gender studies". Any MORON can get a loan to go to college and, as long as they can keep their brain from thinking too much and instead just mindlessly repeat whatever the professor says, get a degree in gender studies.
Working AND caring for your thugspawn isn't amazing either. It what you SHOULD DO, rather than just getting on welfare and collecting a check from those of us that work for a living.
And guess what? Working AND caring for your thugspawn AND going to college isn't amazing, even if it's for something useful. Nursing, say. It's just what someone who wants to improve their life does.
Guys don't go on about how 'amazing' they or their friends are for simply doing things that they either SHOULD do or that will, in theory, improve their lives. I don't think I was 'amazing' for going to college full time (for engineering, btw), working full time, working another part time job, AND doing all the shit that being married to a woman with three wombfilth has to do. Weld for 8 hours, sit thru Physics and Strength of Materials, maybe pick the wombfilth up from school, then grab a couple hours of sleep, get a quick bite to eat and then back to welding, and spend the weekends working another job, squeezing homework in whenever possible....not amazing. Just doing what needed to be done at that point in my life.
I have a friend that would ride a bus two hours to his work site, put in a 12 hour day, ride the bus 2 hours home, and THEN cook dinner, clean the house, help the kids with their homework or whatever, get them to bed, and work on his own classes and such for work, all because his wife is a fat lazy bitch who won't lift a finger around the house. (She's also cheated on him numerous times but he'll never listen to anyone about that.)
He's not amazing. He's bloody stupid.
You want 'amazing', I will give you amazing.
Google "Lindsey Stirling". Go to YouTube and check out her videos. Read about her a bit. Listen to her music. Understand and appreciate that not only is she a classically trained violinist, she also dances (quite well, IMO) AND she makes her own costumes in her videos. Did I mention she composes her own music? She may not have created her genre but Led Zeppelin didn't create rock, nor did Black Sabbath create metal.
She's fucking HOT, too. Not in some fake-ass supermodel sort of way, either. There's just something about her. You watch her videos, see her in things on YouTube (interviews and whatnot), you can tell she's a happy person. Legitimately happy, not wearing a fake smile because some joker stuck a camera in her face. Pleasant to look at in a "This woman could ACTUALLY exist and actually look like that" sort of way.
When those no-talent hacks Piers Dickless Nutless Spineless Nancyboy Morgan and Sharon Total Fucking Cunt Who's Only Known Because of Ozzy Osbourne ripped into her about her performance on America's Got Talent (which I didn't see, because I don't watch it, but learned about when I started listening to Lindsey), she didn't do like most other women would do and just cry, eat ice cream, and give up. She said fuck them and worked harder.
And now?
Two albums that I know of (both of which I've purchased, one for me and one as a gift for a friend who also loves Lindsey's music), YouTube channel, works with other artists, world tour......I'm sure you can find out everything you want to know if you do some reading about her.
Lindsey Stirling is amazing.
Not some bitch who got knocked up by some random Hell's Angel or local gang member, and is now 'raising' a feral little thugspawn piece of shit.
Not some cupcake who has a mediocre job and spends far more than she earns, buying shoes, handbags, lunch every day, cover charge at trendy clubs, etc.
Making stupid choices and living with the consequences doesn't make you amazing, ESPECIALLY if you're denying responsibility for your choices by blaming someone else, or living on welfare, or daddy's money/credit cards.
Words mean things.
Stay single and happy, my friends.
One thing I've noticed, women really love the word "amazing". They always refer to themselves as amazing, or their friend is 'the most AMAZING person I know'.
Words mean things, which obviously these women forget. You'd think they'd remember that, since they use twenty thousand words a day, but hey, sometimes these things get overlooked. Or something.
Here's some copy pasta from Merriam-Webster's online dictionary:
amazing
adjective
: causing great surprise or wonder : causing amazement
amaze·ment
noun
\ə-ˈmāz-mənt\
: a feeling of being very surprised or amazed
Now, EVERY woman is 'amazing', to herself and/or her friends.
Every. One. Of. Them.
Every one of them causes "great surprise or wonder" to the rest of them? How is this possible?
They're ALL 'amazing'?
Let's get a few things straight, shall we?
Caring for your thugspawn isn't 'amazing'; it's what you DO when you're a parent (yes, I use that term loosely for those getting impregnated by thugs).
Working to support yourself isn't 'amazing'. It shouldn't 'cause great surprise or wonder'. It's what you DO when you're an adult and independent of your parents.
Going to college isn't 'amazing'. Damn near anyone can go to college. Especially if they go for some kind of soft-headed bulldrek like sociology or "gender studies". Any MORON can get a loan to go to college and, as long as they can keep their brain from thinking too much and instead just mindlessly repeat whatever the professor says, get a degree in gender studies.
Working AND caring for your thugspawn isn't amazing either. It what you SHOULD DO, rather than just getting on welfare and collecting a check from those of us that work for a living.
And guess what? Working AND caring for your thugspawn AND going to college isn't amazing, even if it's for something useful. Nursing, say. It's just what someone who wants to improve their life does.
Guys don't go on about how 'amazing' they or their friends are for simply doing things that they either SHOULD do or that will, in theory, improve their lives. I don't think I was 'amazing' for going to college full time (for engineering, btw), working full time, working another part time job, AND doing all the shit that being married to a woman with three wombfilth has to do. Weld for 8 hours, sit thru Physics and Strength of Materials, maybe pick the wombfilth up from school, then grab a couple hours of sleep, get a quick bite to eat and then back to welding, and spend the weekends working another job, squeezing homework in whenever possible....not amazing. Just doing what needed to be done at that point in my life.
I have a friend that would ride a bus two hours to his work site, put in a 12 hour day, ride the bus 2 hours home, and THEN cook dinner, clean the house, help the kids with their homework or whatever, get them to bed, and work on his own classes and such for work, all because his wife is a fat lazy bitch who won't lift a finger around the house. (She's also cheated on him numerous times but he'll never listen to anyone about that.)
He's not amazing. He's bloody stupid.
You want 'amazing', I will give you amazing.
Google "Lindsey Stirling". Go to YouTube and check out her videos. Read about her a bit. Listen to her music. Understand and appreciate that not only is she a classically trained violinist, she also dances (quite well, IMO) AND she makes her own costumes in her videos. Did I mention she composes her own music? She may not have created her genre but Led Zeppelin didn't create rock, nor did Black Sabbath create metal.
She's fucking HOT, too. Not in some fake-ass supermodel sort of way, either. There's just something about her. You watch her videos, see her in things on YouTube (interviews and whatnot), you can tell she's a happy person. Legitimately happy, not wearing a fake smile because some joker stuck a camera in her face. Pleasant to look at in a "This woman could ACTUALLY exist and actually look like that" sort of way.
When those no-talent hacks Piers Dickless Nutless Spineless Nancyboy Morgan and Sharon Total Fucking Cunt Who's Only Known Because of Ozzy Osbourne ripped into her about her performance on America's Got Talent (which I didn't see, because I don't watch it, but learned about when I started listening to Lindsey), she didn't do like most other women would do and just cry, eat ice cream, and give up. She said fuck them and worked harder.
And now?
Two albums that I know of (both of which I've purchased, one for me and one as a gift for a friend who also loves Lindsey's music), YouTube channel, works with other artists, world tour......I'm sure you can find out everything you want to know if you do some reading about her.
Lindsey Stirling is amazing.
Not some bitch who got knocked up by some random Hell's Angel or local gang member, and is now 'raising' a feral little thugspawn piece of shit.
Not some cupcake who has a mediocre job and spends far more than she earns, buying shoes, handbags, lunch every day, cover charge at trendy clubs, etc.
Making stupid choices and living with the consequences doesn't make you amazing, ESPECIALLY if you're denying responsibility for your choices by blaming someone else, or living on welfare, or daddy's money/credit cards.
Words mean things.
Stay single and happy, my friends.
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
I need a beer...
...or I need to stop drinking entirely and go back to reading a lot more. Maybe download some of those "Free Science Books" and see if I can revive some of the brain cells I've pickled over the years with booze. This "couple beers every few months" shit is for the birds.
Where did that phrase ever come from anyway?
Had my first femitroll. *sniff* My first.....such a fond memory. Not. I will say that I agree with it on one thing though: MRAs ARE fuckin clowns. Rat bastard scabs. Stop scabbing you fucking scabs! Why in the hell would you want to 'fix' the problems between men and women? You're seeing them without the mask. You finally get to see what horrible creatures they truly are. They are without shame, or morals, honor, or integrity. Truth means nothing to them. The only thing that matters, the only question they ever ask, is "What benefits me the most at this particular instant?"
And you want to reach some kind of deal with them? Piss on that.
You're basically asking to go BACK on the plantation. You want chains that weigh a little bit less and are maybe plated with silver or gold. Pretty chains.
They're still chains.
I got the chain off my neck, and I don't want it back on. IDGAF HOW light it is, or what it's made out of. I. Don't. Want. It.
Wake up to reality, chum(p)s: the past that you long for, it's not just dead. It never was in the first place. It's ALWAYS been like this, only before, there was at least lip service paid to the guys that were getting slaughtered in the banksters' wars, or getting crushed by heavy equipment, buried in mine cave-ins, or otherwise maimed and killed, and all to 'support their family' or keep them safe or somesuch nonsense and bulldrek.
The past that you wish were still here? Women cheated just as much, and there was no way to know if that kid was yours unless it was a different color. DNA testing didn't exist.
They still would spread for any thug that came along, and it was a lot easier to not get caught since they weren't bragging about their sexploits on Twitter or Fakebook.
Men were work donkeys, cannon fodder, walking wallets, and mobile sperm banks (if you were one of the aforementioned thugs).
Just like today.
Only now, there isn't even lip service paid to pretty much anything we do. Father's Day is for single mothers, pulling double duty....yeah, and they're doing it because they either were bedded by a thug who they couldn't have possibly thought for a second was going to stick around, or they pulled the eject lever for their cash and prizes courtesy of The State and kicked the child's father out of their life.
With, of course, the rare exception of widows. There ARE some exceptions out there.
And people wonder why some of us withdraw from society to whatever extent possible, and don't interact with women unless it's absolutely necessary.
On a lighter note....
Sealed in a stamped and addressed envelope right now is the final payment for one of the debts that I got left with from my marriage and divorce. I'm making progress.
I set a goal for myself this year: $15k above and beyond my normal monthly payments on the various debts I have. I've still got about $11k to go. Really that shouldn't be a problem. It's not like I'm out dropping my entire paycheck in a casino or strip club or something. Hell, usually when payday comes I still have most of my last check in the bank.
Let's assume that on top of meeting this goal that I've set for myself, I also manage to sell a property that I own. By this time next year, I can be debt-free. Or, perhaps, have a credit card with a low maximum and be on my way to repairing my credit.
Divorce is expensive because it's worth it. Because. It. Is. Worth. Every. Bloody. Penny.
So next year, I can get started on buying toys. Depending on when I climb out of the hole, I'll probably start with either a four-wheeler or a jet-ski. The four-wheeler would be more practical, since I can use it in winter (esp if I get a track kit for it), but I have to admit there is a certain appeal to tearing from one side of the lake to the other on a jet-ski.
Guess I've got some time to ponder it. Who knows, maybe I'll just get a new car. I've been thinking about a BMW or Mitsubishi.....
Oh, in case you hadn't noticed, I added another blog to the links on the side. "The Venomous Truth". I've only read a little bit so far, but I like it. Check it out when you've the time.
Stay single my friends!
Where did that phrase ever come from anyway?
Had my first femitroll. *sniff* My first.....such a fond memory. Not. I will say that I agree with it on one thing though: MRAs ARE fuckin clowns. Rat bastard scabs. Stop scabbing you fucking scabs! Why in the hell would you want to 'fix' the problems between men and women? You're seeing them without the mask. You finally get to see what horrible creatures they truly are. They are without shame, or morals, honor, or integrity. Truth means nothing to them. The only thing that matters, the only question they ever ask, is "What benefits me the most at this particular instant?"
And you want to reach some kind of deal with them? Piss on that.
You're basically asking to go BACK on the plantation. You want chains that weigh a little bit less and are maybe plated with silver or gold. Pretty chains.
They're still chains.
I got the chain off my neck, and I don't want it back on. IDGAF HOW light it is, or what it's made out of. I. Don't. Want. It.
Wake up to reality, chum(p)s: the past that you long for, it's not just dead. It never was in the first place. It's ALWAYS been like this, only before, there was at least lip service paid to the guys that were getting slaughtered in the banksters' wars, or getting crushed by heavy equipment, buried in mine cave-ins, or otherwise maimed and killed, and all to 'support their family' or keep them safe or somesuch nonsense and bulldrek.
The past that you wish were still here? Women cheated just as much, and there was no way to know if that kid was yours unless it was a different color. DNA testing didn't exist.
They still would spread for any thug that came along, and it was a lot easier to not get caught since they weren't bragging about their sexploits on Twitter or Fakebook.
Men were work donkeys, cannon fodder, walking wallets, and mobile sperm banks (if you were one of the aforementioned thugs).
Just like today.
Only now, there isn't even lip service paid to pretty much anything we do. Father's Day is for single mothers, pulling double duty....yeah, and they're doing it because they either were bedded by a thug who they couldn't have possibly thought for a second was going to stick around, or they pulled the eject lever for their cash and prizes courtesy of The State and kicked the child's father out of their life.
With, of course, the rare exception of widows. There ARE some exceptions out there.
And people wonder why some of us withdraw from society to whatever extent possible, and don't interact with women unless it's absolutely necessary.
On a lighter note....
Sealed in a stamped and addressed envelope right now is the final payment for one of the debts that I got left with from my marriage and divorce. I'm making progress.
I set a goal for myself this year: $15k above and beyond my normal monthly payments on the various debts I have. I've still got about $11k to go. Really that shouldn't be a problem. It's not like I'm out dropping my entire paycheck in a casino or strip club or something. Hell, usually when payday comes I still have most of my last check in the bank.
Let's assume that on top of meeting this goal that I've set for myself, I also manage to sell a property that I own. By this time next year, I can be debt-free. Or, perhaps, have a credit card with a low maximum and be on my way to repairing my credit.
Divorce is expensive because it's worth it. Because. It. Is. Worth. Every. Bloody. Penny.
So next year, I can get started on buying toys. Depending on when I climb out of the hole, I'll probably start with either a four-wheeler or a jet-ski. The four-wheeler would be more practical, since I can use it in winter (esp if I get a track kit for it), but I have to admit there is a certain appeal to tearing from one side of the lake to the other on a jet-ski.
Guess I've got some time to ponder it. Who knows, maybe I'll just get a new car. I've been thinking about a BMW or Mitsubishi.....
Oh, in case you hadn't noticed, I added another blog to the links on the side. "The Venomous Truth". I've only read a little bit so far, but I like it. Check it out when you've the time.
Stay single my friends!
Monday, March 3, 2014
Why ghosting is easy for me
When I first found the Manosphere, one of the first sites I found was MGTOW.com. Luckily I didn't decide to waste my life with activism or go to a couple of the sites that I see are now at the top of that page (women have no place speaking on men's issues. NONE). I started reading about MGTOW, and I saw the various levels according to that site.
I remember thinking that much as ghosting would solve a LOT of problems, I doubted I'd ever be able to do it. I like sex too much, and I still enjoyed the company of a woman that wasn't AWALT. Or thought I did, anyway. But AWALT actually does mean they are ALL 'like that'.
There's ways to deal with the sex drive, which I won't get into here. Opinions differ, and what is OK for some may cause others to think they want to throw out some shaming bullshit. I have nothing against using escorts, I just haven't done so myself. It's more been a matter of finances than anything else. Sticking my dick in a smelly disease hole is a lot lower on my list of priorities than, say, getting my car paid off. And before anyone even thinks it, they are ALL smelly disease holes. Hell, you've probably got a better chance of NOT catching something by renting pros than by picking up bar skanks. The pro needs to keep her money-maker clean, after all. The rest of them have no such incentive.
Anyway, I thought ghosting was something I could strive for, but most likely never actually achieve. Then I stopped attempting to date (read: fuck), stopped even interacting with females that weren't related to me or service-industry drones, started concentrating on my hobbies. And the quality of my life, and enjoyment of it, increased dramatically. I didn't really realize that I was ghosting until I'd been doing it for a few months.
What seemed at first to be very difficult turned out to actually be one of the easiest things I've ever done.
To be fair, a lot has to do with where I live. Actually, that probably has more to do with it than anything else. I live in a state with a lot of room for you to do whatever you want. And few enough people that you can generally do so without bumping elbows with anyone else. When I went to visit my friend in the People's Republik of Kommiefornikate, he didn't believe me at first that sometimes I just pull off the road and shoot rocks. Then when he came up here, I showed him.
Our streams, rivers, ponds, and lakes have almost a hundred species of fish, according to Fish, Wildlife, and Parks. This is important to me.
You can ski, ride dirt bikes or four-wheelers, go horseback riding, boating, float the rivers, hike, camp, just hang out at the lake or river, visit ghost towns, check out local museums or festivals, drop in to a brewery (there are something like 45 of them in the state) or distillery (almost a dozen, I think?) for a couple of pints or a shot, spend time in a city without the crushing sense of BLAH that you'd get in Na Yak Shitty, Chicongo, LA, etc. Ok, the crushing sense of BLAH that *I* get in big cities. Or just take a drive and enjoy the scenery.
We've got plenty to do here, beautiful countryside....and T.H.E. ugliest women in the country. And considering how American women are T.H.E. ugliest women in the world, that's really saying something.
Fat chicks galore. Single mother smorgasbord. Entitlement attitudes. Check, check, and check. But that's everywhere. We also have a lot of 'cowgirls', which are generally absolutely fucking SMOKIN'....until they hit about 19 or 20. The Wall comes for cowgirls earlier than most females. Ranch work is tough, and its tougher when your body wasn't designed to do it. It ages them, quickly and BADLY.
Now, this post wouldn't be complete without proof, so here it is. Keep in mind, I'm not a professional photographer, nor do I even consider myself to be a talented amateur, and I'm using an inexpensive digital camera to take these. And yes, I do have a "thing" for taking pictures with bodies of water in them. Most of them are taken either while fishing or while on my way to where I'm going to fish. Some of them are pics I found online, because I'm not even close to being a wildlife photogrrapher.
I remember thinking that much as ghosting would solve a LOT of problems, I doubted I'd ever be able to do it. I like sex too much, and I still enjoyed the company of a woman that wasn't AWALT. Or thought I did, anyway. But AWALT actually does mean they are ALL 'like that'.
There's ways to deal with the sex drive, which I won't get into here. Opinions differ, and what is OK for some may cause others to think they want to throw out some shaming bullshit. I have nothing against using escorts, I just haven't done so myself. It's more been a matter of finances than anything else. Sticking my dick in a smelly disease hole is a lot lower on my list of priorities than, say, getting my car paid off. And before anyone even thinks it, they are ALL smelly disease holes. Hell, you've probably got a better chance of NOT catching something by renting pros than by picking up bar skanks. The pro needs to keep her money-maker clean, after all. The rest of them have no such incentive.
Anyway, I thought ghosting was something I could strive for, but most likely never actually achieve. Then I stopped attempting to date (read: fuck), stopped even interacting with females that weren't related to me or service-industry drones, started concentrating on my hobbies. And the quality of my life, and enjoyment of it, increased dramatically. I didn't really realize that I was ghosting until I'd been doing it for a few months.
What seemed at first to be very difficult turned out to actually be one of the easiest things I've ever done.
To be fair, a lot has to do with where I live. Actually, that probably has more to do with it than anything else. I live in a state with a lot of room for you to do whatever you want. And few enough people that you can generally do so without bumping elbows with anyone else. When I went to visit my friend in the People's Republik of Kommiefornikate, he didn't believe me at first that sometimes I just pull off the road and shoot rocks. Then when he came up here, I showed him.
Our streams, rivers, ponds, and lakes have almost a hundred species of fish, according to Fish, Wildlife, and Parks. This is important to me.
You can ski, ride dirt bikes or four-wheelers, go horseback riding, boating, float the rivers, hike, camp, just hang out at the lake or river, visit ghost towns, check out local museums or festivals, drop in to a brewery (there are something like 45 of them in the state) or distillery (almost a dozen, I think?) for a couple of pints or a shot, spend time in a city without the crushing sense of BLAH that you'd get in Na Yak Shitty, Chicongo, LA, etc. Ok, the crushing sense of BLAH that *I* get in big cities. Or just take a drive and enjoy the scenery.
We've got plenty to do here, beautiful countryside....and T.H.E. ugliest women in the country. And considering how American women are T.H.E. ugliest women in the world, that's really saying something.
Fat chicks galore. Single mother smorgasbord. Entitlement attitudes. Check, check, and check. But that's everywhere. We also have a lot of 'cowgirls', which are generally absolutely fucking SMOKIN'....until they hit about 19 or 20. The Wall comes for cowgirls earlier than most females. Ranch work is tough, and its tougher when your body wasn't designed to do it. It ages them, quickly and BADLY.
Now, this post wouldn't be complete without proof, so here it is. Keep in mind, I'm not a professional photographer, nor do I even consider myself to be a talented amateur, and I'm using an inexpensive digital camera to take these. And yes, I do have a "thing" for taking pictures with bodies of water in them. Most of them are taken either while fishing or while on my way to where I'm going to fish. Some of them are pics I found online, because I'm not even close to being a wildlife photogrrapher.
The Scenery
(These I personally took)
Some Wildlife
(Internet photo)
(I took this one)
(I took this one)
(And those three)
(Not this one. The pics I have with pike have me holding the
fish, and I don't feel like editing myself out. Also I
don't have good photo editing software)
For more pictures of the wildlife we have here, Google the following: rainbow trout, brook trout, brown trout, lake trout, cutthroat trout, bass, perch, catfish, crawdad, sturgeon, walleye, saugger, mule deer, whitetail deer, moose, antelope, gray wolf, mountain lion, wolverine, coyote, black bear, grizzly bear, bobcat, jackrabbit, beaver, porcupine, lynx, bison, caribou.....you know what, let's make this easy. Go to Wikipedia, and search for mammals of Montana, fish of Montana, and birds of Montana. That way you get to see not only game species, but also non-game species.
Go ahead and look some of those up. Oh, and go back up and enjoy the pictures I shared. You're going to want to before you go any further.
Now keep all that beauty in mind when you scroll down.
Keep in mind, I found pics of ABOVE AVERAGE females here, from different parts of the state. Regardless of what you may hear from other places, Plenty of Fat and OKStupid are actually very good representations of what we have here. Hell, what I found when I went to dredge up pictures of the creatures here were mostly above average compared to what I've personally seen. Bozeman and Missoula are probably a little better as far as selection goes, since there are so many college students from other places there. So you'll get "national average" instead of "In the name of all that is good and holy, KILL IT WITH FIRE!", which is the average here.
And now, without further ado....
The Creatures
Two creatures for the price of one!
Three! Three creatures for the price of one! Bwa-ha-ha!
I'm pretty sure I know this one. In addition to being a single mother, she has a rather disgusting
habit that guarantees I would never try to even pump & dump. I have no desire to get AIDS.
The fattest one of the pics I'm sharing...and she's right around average as
far as female weight goes
This one...what a winner. In addition to looking pissed off, her profile absolutely screams
"TOTAL BITCH WITH ENTITLEMENT ATTITUDE!!!"
These nasty critters, or those beautiful mountains? Shitty, entitled attitudes, or a relaxing hike? False domestic violence/rape charges and/or catching an incurable STD, or the fight of a Northern Pike? The expense, stress, and drama of someone that brings nothing to the table and does nothing to enrich your life, or the thrill of hunting an elk, moose, bear, wolf, or mountain lion? Whining, nagging, bitching, and attention-whoring, or a day on the lake or river?
Hmmm, tough choice. Would I rather enjoy a pizza or rub a running chainsaw against my ballsack?
And now you have some idea of why it's just so damn easy for me to ghost.
Stay single, my brothers!
Monday, January 6, 2014
Don't be a resolutionary
It's my least favorite time of year again. Even though I actually like winter, I dislike this time of year. It's filled with bullshit 'holidays', esp. that most notorious of made-up Hallmark Holidays, Valentine's Day. I have always thought this was a special load of bollocks, since who the hell really needs a special day to tell someone how much you care for them? Ah, but see, I was mistaken, because what it's actually about is how many goodies a twatmonster can get from a man. Silly me.
The made-up bullshit 'holidays' don't really have an effect on my life, however. Sure, depending on where I was working, I might get a paid day off. Big deal.
But this is also the time of year that the resolutionaries come out. You know those chuckleheads that make New Year's resolutions, and make some kind of positive change for all of about 3 weeks before they go back to doing whatever they were doing in the first place? Yup, those are resolutionaries.
The resolutionaries that irritate me the most are the ones that 'resolve' to get in shape or lose weight. And this is entirely because they have the most impact on me. If someone decides to quit tobacco, unless they are preaching at me about tobacco they don't really affect me. But the 'get in shape' resolutionaries....bleh! They make a nuisance out of themselves at the gym for anywhere from 2 days to 6 weeks, though 3 weeks seems to be about the average.
I go to the gym VERY early in the morning. Part of that is so that I don't have to deal with attentionwhoring twatmonsters, but another part is because I really don't like having to wait on someone else to finish using a bench, someone who most likely will not clean their sweat off of it but also won't re-rack their weights. Or who will use a bench for a minute, leave their weights on the bar, then go use the treadmill for 20 minutes or something, then come back and want to use the bench and act like YOU are the asshole because you put their weights back and started using it yourself. Excuse the fuck outta me?
Normally I manage to avoid these types by going so early. But not when it's resolutionary season.
Self-improvement is great. Getting yourself into shape (other than 'round') is a good thing. But for the love of all that's good and holy, please do some self-reflection periodically throughout the year and make improvements as they come to mind. This shit of waiting until January 1st is for the birds. It's not hunting season, there is no specified time you must start.
Don't be a resolutionary. Just don't.
Stay single, my friends.
The made-up bullshit 'holidays' don't really have an effect on my life, however. Sure, depending on where I was working, I might get a paid day off. Big deal.
But this is also the time of year that the resolutionaries come out. You know those chuckleheads that make New Year's resolutions, and make some kind of positive change for all of about 3 weeks before they go back to doing whatever they were doing in the first place? Yup, those are resolutionaries.
The resolutionaries that irritate me the most are the ones that 'resolve' to get in shape or lose weight. And this is entirely because they have the most impact on me. If someone decides to quit tobacco, unless they are preaching at me about tobacco they don't really affect me. But the 'get in shape' resolutionaries....bleh! They make a nuisance out of themselves at the gym for anywhere from 2 days to 6 weeks, though 3 weeks seems to be about the average.
I go to the gym VERY early in the morning. Part of that is so that I don't have to deal with attentionwhoring twatmonsters, but another part is because I really don't like having to wait on someone else to finish using a bench, someone who most likely will not clean their sweat off of it but also won't re-rack their weights. Or who will use a bench for a minute, leave their weights on the bar, then go use the treadmill for 20 minutes or something, then come back and want to use the bench and act like YOU are the asshole because you put their weights back and started using it yourself. Excuse the fuck outta me?
Normally I manage to avoid these types by going so early. But not when it's resolutionary season.
Self-improvement is great. Getting yourself into shape (other than 'round') is a good thing. But for the love of all that's good and holy, please do some self-reflection periodically throughout the year and make improvements as they come to mind. This shit of waiting until January 1st is for the birds. It's not hunting season, there is no specified time you must start.
Don't be a resolutionary. Just don't.
Stay single, my friends.
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
Try doing this if you're enslaved in a relationshit
I recently got back from a little road trip.
On Christmas day, I was texting a buddy of mine in CA. My brother was hanging out with me, and asked if I was talking to my friend from California. I said yes, and my brother said "We should hang out with him". And my friend said there were a couple couches not being used at his place.
So around noon the next day (I do need to sleep sometimes), we threw some stuff in the car and took off. Monday morning, we drove home. It's about a 16 hour drive, assuming you don't stop for gas or food. So let's just round to about 18 hours. At least.
And the reason we were able to just hop in the car and drive a thousand miles to hang out for three days? Neither of us is enslaved to a female. He messes around with them from time to time, but managed to get out of his last relationshit with his skin intact, though he has a new understanding of how psychotically batshit crazy women are. And I, well, aside from my friend from high school that I hung out with for a few hours at her place one day in November, I haven't talked to one that wasn't a waitress or store clerk since July. So there is no gash trying to dominate the time of either of us, and I've managed to save enough of my pay that I can take a few months off and still pay my bills, and everything over that is basically fun money. If I want to take a road trip, for example....
No stress. No drama. Absolute freedom to do what you want, when you want.
Sometimes I ask myself why I ever lived my life the blue pill way. And then I remember the power of propaganda and conditioning. And I shudder to think that I was once among the slaves. Life is infinitely better now. Happier. Actually enjoyable.
I'm not usually a shutterbug, but I do snap a pic from time to time, so I'll end this with one of the few pics I took on my trip.
On Christmas day, I was texting a buddy of mine in CA. My brother was hanging out with me, and asked if I was talking to my friend from California. I said yes, and my brother said "We should hang out with him". And my friend said there were a couple couches not being used at his place.
So around noon the next day (I do need to sleep sometimes), we threw some stuff in the car and took off. Monday morning, we drove home. It's about a 16 hour drive, assuming you don't stop for gas or food. So let's just round to about 18 hours. At least.
And the reason we were able to just hop in the car and drive a thousand miles to hang out for three days? Neither of us is enslaved to a female. He messes around with them from time to time, but managed to get out of his last relationshit with his skin intact, though he has a new understanding of how psychotically batshit crazy women are. And I, well, aside from my friend from high school that I hung out with for a few hours at her place one day in November, I haven't talked to one that wasn't a waitress or store clerk since July. So there is no gash trying to dominate the time of either of us, and I've managed to save enough of my pay that I can take a few months off and still pay my bills, and everything over that is basically fun money. If I want to take a road trip, for example....
No stress. No drama. Absolute freedom to do what you want, when you want.
Sometimes I ask myself why I ever lived my life the blue pill way. And then I remember the power of propaganda and conditioning. And I shudder to think that I was once among the slaves. Life is infinitely better now. Happier. Actually enjoyable.
I'm not usually a shutterbug, but I do snap a pic from time to time, so I'll end this with one of the few pics I took on my trip.
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