Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Should Women Have to Register for the Draft?

So, as I'm sure everyone with any access to any kind of media is by now aware, recently the Defense Secretary decided that it would be a good idea to open all jobs in the military to women. I don't think it's even necessary to go into how this will degrade combat readiness, nor that "as long as they meet the standards" actually means "lowered standards for everyone".

Now the big question is, "Should women have to register for Selective Service?"

To me, this is where things get interesting.

Basically, I see it as there being three possible outcomes here:

1) Women are still not required to register for the draft, but will continue to be the sole beneficiaries of this society. I would like to say that I consider this the LEAST likely outcome, but quite frankly, I don't. I have absolutely no faith that the Supreme Klown Kourt will rule correctly on the suits that have already been filed. No, they will continue to make it male-only (the LAST male-only anything in existence). Cupcake will be able to be a tanker or infantryman if she wants to, but she won't be subject to conscription in the event that the banksters need plenty of meat for the grinder of another large and/or unpopular war.

2) Women ARE required to register for the draft. They won't like this one bit, I guar-an-damn-TEE you that. "Wait, you mean there are responsibilities associated with rights and privileges? Waaaahhhhhh, that's not what we wanted!" The beauty of this is, feminasties have no leg to stand on when it comes to bitching. They still WILL bitch, because let's face it, that's all they do, but it will be some of that equality they claim they want.

3) The draft will finally be abolished. I consider this the most desirable, yet least likely, of these three options.

Conscription is wrong. It's slavery, plain and simple. As much as it would give me a warmfuzzy to see a bunch of feminasties drafted and sent to kill and die in some steamy jungle cesspool or wind-swept patch of desert sand somewhere, I am still against conscription. If a nation can't find enough fools volunteers willing to throw their lives away to enrich the banksters running it 'defend' it, then there is very obviously something wrong with that nation. It's sick and corrupt, and should be destroyed. Any nation, society, whatever, that lacks defenders obviously doesn't benefit enough of its people that they say "This is worth the risk to my life and limb".

One of the principles of economics is, "People respond to incentives". Well, disincentivizing something IS a form of incentive. In this case, though, it's incentive to NOT do whatever it is, because if you do whatever the thing in question is, you will be punished. This is why the marriage rate is so low, and just keeps sinking. This is why the birth rate is so low, and just keeps sinking. Having a family has been disincentivized, for men, so they are opting out. Everything that used to be 'normal' has been disincentivized for men, so they are opting out. Why break your back at a job you hate if you don't have other people to support? Work enough to be able to pay your bills, eat, have a car, and have some spending cash for hobbies or drinking or weed or whatever, and enjoy life. Well, we're seeing that.

Now, if men don't have any reason to work 70 hours a week in some office or on the floor of a factory (or in a mine, or slinging code, or whatever), what possible motivation could they have for getting their limbs blown off, ALLEGEDLY defending the very society that hates them? None that I can see.

Would you sign up to fight for a country that has less regard for you than it has for a stray dog? Would you willingly risk your life just to be a 5th class citizen in your own home? I wouldn't. Not again, anyway. I made that mistake once. Had I known then what I know now.....ah, but "Had I Known Then What I Know Now", I wouldn't have gone to college, I wouldn't have gotten married, I wouldn't have gotten together with the chick before the last chick I dated, and I would have gotten laid a FUCK of a lot in high school and all through my 20's. Ah well, water and drowning victims under the bridge, eh wot?

Much as I would like to see the draft abolished, and it's the right thing to do, I can't see the banksters depriving themselves of that last-ditch option for profit and/or to save their own skins in case shit really goes south.

BUT, I've been wrong before (there was that one time, when I got married, for instance). So I think it will be interesting, from I guess an academic point of view, to see how the 9th Circus Kourt rules on the suits that have been brought to it. I don't have a dog in this fight, though, since a) I'm exempt from the draft due to being a veteran, b) I'm old enough to be outside of the draft age, and c) I made up my mind quite some time ago that I absolutely WILL NOT wear the uniform of this cuntry or risk myself for this sickfuck society ever again, no matter the circumstances.

A and B are struck out because we all know that they matter absolutely fuckall to those clowns in the District of Corruption and their owners on Wall Street.

Stay safe, and stay single, my friends.

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Just some random stuff

Once again, I've taken some time off. Sue me. I have other things going on and if I don't have much to say, what's the point in writing? I'm not going to throw a bunch of words together every week, or every day, and pretend it's some great, profound piece. That's how you end up with mediocrity and repetition.
Someone left a comment that I had to delete because I don't want the multitude of haters to have this person's email (assuming that everything was legit). Especially since it appears that the person in question lives in T.H.E. most liberal place in my state. I was there recently and it's horrible. Idiots on bicycles think they own the road and will gladly dart out in front of your car without looking. Fat chicks with Skrillex haircuts everywhere. Women that weigh what they ought to weigh, and WOULD be attractive, with Skrillex haircuts. Or their heads are shaved. Hipsters. Hippies. People that haven't figured out that the 90's grunge thing is over, and it's time to take a shower and start doing their laundry again. Ick. I so dislike going to that city. It's like our own little slice of Berkley. I don't really get why anyone that's not somehow connected to the college would want to live there. But to each their own. There are probably a lot of people who can't understand why I would want to live in a little out-of-the-way part of the state.
I've been doing the keto diet off and on for a couple months now. I say off and on because we (a friend of mine, who's also my workout partner) have had a couple cheat days here and there, and taken a week off once. Even with all that, I like the results I've gotten with changing my eating habits and changing up my workouts. There is still progress that can be made, but then, there's ALWAYS progress that can be made. Unfortunately, things have gotten kind of fucked up due to where I've been working. There's no good gym here, so it's either make due with the shitty excuse for a weight room that's available, or drive almost an hour each way to a town or city that has something good. And when you're getting up at 2 a.m. to leave for work by 3, and working 14 hours, that hour drive is less than appealing.
Rest easy, BB King. You've earned it.

Monday, February 9, 2015

Check this out

I don't know if you've read the article "The Sexodus", but recently a video recap of it was brought to my attention. Now, don't pay too much attention to the source, nor the video itself. No, the real gold is the comments.

Here's the video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uwPFnvniA7w

I love comments sections. An article might be total bullshit, but if they don't censor the comments you'll get a taste of what actual people think.

Saturday, February 7, 2015

Herding Kittens on Meth (oh and some other stuff I wrote about)

That's how a friend of mine describes attempts by Reverse Male and those like him to corral MGTOW into following them, participating in their activism, etc.

Kittens on meth. That's a scary thought, innit? After having had cats pretty much my whole life, and knowing how kittens are, the thought of a kitten who was on meth is not a pleasant one. I'm gonna need a bigger laser pointer.....

What is it with certain people? They just can't stand the idea that there are a lot of us out there who want nothing to do with their activism. We don't need a 'leader', and we sure as hell don't want to be told how we should be doing X.

The TO part of MGTOW isn't there just to keep the MG and W from touching each other. I think G and W probably get along pretty well. Neither is holding a switchblade to the other and demanding his wallet.

Is it nothing more than a desire to stuff as many dollars in their own pockets as possible, while simultaneously meeting the needs of their own megalomania? Maybe some kind of sick fantasy of "fixing" all the evils of society? Some other sinister option that I haven't considered, since the only time I think about this is when someone shits up my favorite forum with bulldrek from RM's Sewer, or one of his trolls is activated and posts a bunch of hogwash?

I don't want to fix the evils of society. Even if I DID want to fix it, there is no fix. And really, why bother with that when it's much more amusing to sit back and watch everything burn?

Oh well, whatever.  Not my circus, not my monkeys.


In other news........

The Feminist Movie Reviews are still on hold. I can't get them to write anything. Or even scream anything coherent that I can write for them. They've been far too busy smearing their own feces on the walls and shrieking, alternating between something about patriarchy, oppression, "Don't need no man", gender roles, or some other such drek, and "Where are all the good men at?" I may have to get them a cat and some boxes of wine so they'll settle down a bit and actually WRITE something.


It's been a few months since this happened, but I haven't made any additions to this page in a while, so here ya go.

A while back I was in a farm/ranch supply store. If you've never been in one, they sell things like boots, chainsaws, hand and power tools, truck tool boxes, feed for critters, ammunition, all that good stuff. This particular one also has firearms. So of course I go in from time to time to see if they have anything I want. On this trip, they did. Several things, actually. I'd just gotten a few nice paychecks from an assignment that had me working a lot of overtime and had a nice hourly rate, so I had some good coin in the bank. I wanted a shotgun but they didn't have the model I wanted, so I was considering the Kel Tec shotgun. Oh, but there's an FN SCAR-17...I like! Little more than I want to spend, but...And then the guy at the counter mentions something else, something that was ringing a bell in my head. So I tell him I'd like to check it out. And he brings out a TAR-21. Now, I need another 5.56mm rifle like I need another hole in my head, but I wanted it, so guess who purchased a rifle that day? I also needed to add an EOTech to it, so throw one of those in too.

We get up to the cashier with my purchases, and wouldn't you know it, I get the ONLY unattractive girl in the place. There are at least 4 hot ones walking around, but no, I get the one with no chin. Meh, whatever. I'm buying a rifle, not a companion for the night.

She rings it up and it comes to a couple pennies under $2600.

Cashier: Wow, expensive trip.
Me: Yeah, it's great being single. A couple weeks ago I spend $2100 on a PS4, a few games, and a 1911 .45 caliber pistol. I didn't need a 1911, I have much better pistols, but I didn't HAVE a 1911 and I wanted a 1911.
Cashier: *Deer in the headlights look*

Then as I'm shooting the breeze with the guy from the firearms counter, asking about ordering stuff for future purchases, suddenly all the hot girls are there. Surrounding me. Staring. If they'd been a little more obvious, they'd have been wiping drool off their chins while thinking about the nice fat, juicy wallet in front of them. I bet they were calculating how many pairs of shoes, necklaces, dinners, etc, they could have gotten for almost five grand.

And I completely ignored every one of them. Took my rifle and optic and went home, then out for a steak.


Spent some time at home over the winter. About a month. Which is about 3 weeks too long.


It's just about time to head to the gym. Have fun, be vigilant, and stay single, my friends!