Tuesday, January 2, 2018

2017 Ended Well, 2018 is Off to a Great Start

OK so first, the end of 2017.

I had a bitch try to bum a ride from me. Less than a half mile, it was 14 degrees below zero (Fahrenheit) and dropping, it was Christmas Day.

I responded to her request by growling "No", getting in my vehicle, and moving it to the end of the building near the door I would be using for the foreseeable future.

I know the temperature kept dropping because the following morning, at around 5:30, it was 30 below zero.

I have no idea if she found some chump to give her a ride, or if she had a nice cold walk.

What I *DO* know is that I didn't set myself up for a false accusation of rape, harassment, or whatever the "False Accusation of the Week" is.

This is what the hatepig cunts have wrought. This is the end result of mass false accusations like that "metoo" bullfuck. (Yes, I discovered a new word for feminazis, "hatepigs". And I like it.)

And it is only going to get worse. And I'm going to laugh.

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Now for 2018.

I may be able to work out without having Resolutionaries up my ass constantly, getting in the way, taking weight off the bar when I'm between sets, curling in the fucking squat rack, all that good stuff. We'll see. So far I haven't seen gobs of them, but maybe they were just too busy recovering from their Jan 1 Hangover. Time will tell, right?

The new year is one day old and already I'm seeing articles about how unhappy women are. Here's one gem (I won't make the link hot, I'm certain you're capable of replacing X's with T's):

hxxp://www.americanthinker.com/articles/2018/01/nyt_women_demand_return_to_patriarchy.html

Or yet another article on The Telegraph (hidden behind a pay wall, so I won't bother linking it) wherein YET ANOTHER post-Wall slag blames men for her own choices and how it's all DEM EEBIL MENZ FAULT I DONT HAVE KIDS!!!

Now, these types of articles alone are enough to bring a slight warming sensation to the cold black pit that I have where most people have a heart. So say, from Absolute Zero on the Celsius scale to a mere -272.95. A difference of two tenths of a degree. That's change you can feel!

But

It gets even better when one delves into the comments. Oh yes, yes indeed.

I won't spoil any of the deliciousness, however.

And it's not just a few sites, or a couple articles. Nope. It's everywhere. If an article online that's blaming men for all of women's problems, or whinging about the decline of marriage or "Where Have All The Good Men Gone?" (someone should TM that) allows comments, there is much enjoyment to be had. YouTube videos are an All-You-Can-Gorge-Yourself buffet of schadenfreude. A *LOT* of men are no longer sitting on their thumbs and doing whatever wifey tells them to. They're commenting. And they're walking away from the plantation.

And it. Is. GLORIOUS.

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As I'm sure I've mentioned in the past, I don't do New Year's Resolutions. I don't think you need to wait until January 1st to unfuck some aspect of your life, and no one ever sticks to those stupid things anyway. I make changes when I damn well want to make them. Which is what I've been doing for the past 6 weeks or so. Between working out regularly again, cutting my alcohol consumption to about a beer every 5 or 6 months, doing my job better instead of just good enough, and thinking of things to write here more often, I've found a few areas where I can improve. Plus about fifty other projects I'm working on and won't get into just yet.

Anyway, have a great and prosperous 2018. As always, don't get married, don't have kids, and don't cohabitate.


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