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!