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.

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!

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.

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!

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.

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.

Mental wanderings 1

When I first started writing posts for this blog, I think it was meant more to help myself than to try and spread any kind of message. Don't get me wrong, if I can help single men STAY single and never make the same mistake I did (marriage), I will be very happy. If I knew that I managed to save even ONE, I'd consider this thing a 'success'.

But as time has gone on, I've thought that maybe my talent would best be spent in a different direction. If I write about all the failings of women, all their evil, all the reasons to avoid them, I'm just another voice in the crowd, and not a very good one at that. I don't have the knowledge that a lot of other writers have, mostly because a) I just discovered the truth earlier this year, and b) I don't read and study as much as they do.

I'll admit, I've gotten pretty lazy about my reading this year. I used to go through books like mad. Mostly fiction, yes, but not all. And my basic criteria for reading is, if I'm not enjoying the material, I don't finish it. In high school I think I made it through about 20 pages of "The Scarlet Letter" (and that only because I thought that I didn't want to cheat on quizzes right away). I didn't even make it that far in a book that Psycho Hellbitch had, called "Seraphim" or something like that. MAYBE 8 pages. Maybe. I've gotten a little better this month; I've already finished The Clone Redemption and I borrowed a book of Kipling's verses from the library. I'm not far into that yet, though, since I wanted to finish the other book first.

And yes, when I have free time I'd rather go to the gym, or goof off on the web, or play video games, or play guitar, or go fishing, or go shooting....seems like I always have something I want to do. Even at night, I'm doing something else, and next thing I know it's time to go to bed. And I never get around to picking up the dozen or so books I've bought or received as gifts in the past year.

So I can't explain all the science, psychology, whatever, behind why women are the terrible monsters that they are. All I'd be doing is repeating what someone else said, and really, what's the point of that? I'd be better off providing links to other people's writing, people who've said it far better than I can.

There is something that I can do, though. And considering my past, it's fitting.

I can lead by example.

I tell you about my activities, I can show you the things that I do. Things that no female can compete with.

My life is almost completely stress-free. Other than concern over finances, I've got pretty much no stress. And even the finances isn't that big of a deal, especially now since everything is sorted (or as sorted as it's going to get for a while, anyway). Bills are taken care of, work is great, I do what I want, when I want.

I've had a lot of free time lately, so I've been going to the gym, shooting pool with a couple of my brothers, and playing video games or working on my (very limited) guitar skills. I'd like to fish more but it's been damned cold, and I don't ice fish. I have some pictures of some of the places I've fished recently, as well as just random things I thought I might share with whoever is reading this, which I will try to remember to post here soon.

I think this weekend might be a good weekend to do some shooting. My youngest brother has been wanting to go, and now that hunting season is over I don't have to worry about some .gov goon game warden trying to steal my rifles by saying that I'm poaching deer.

I've changed my workout up some, following advice from a friend of mine who's a big-time workout guy, as well as some videos I've found on YouTube. If you have any neat advice, or know of a video that you've gotten good results from, feel free to add them in the comments.

My goal this week is to do something other than just go to the gym and play video games or read. I'll let you know how that works out.

Today is a rest day, so I'm going to go back to the goofing off that is my plan for today.

I obviously don't know what it's like where you live, but where I am, it's still below zero on the Fahrenheit scale. And I think it's going to be like this for another week.

Stay warm and single, my friends.

Still alive and kicking

Yes, it's been a while since I've written anything here. I haven't felt the urge. Been too busy doing other things (besides just work, which is going great, I might add). Grand Theft Auto 5...yes. Working out....yes. Fishing....YES! Even got to do a little bit of shooting recently.

I went to verify that my scope was on-target on the rifle that I intend to use for hunting this year. Good thing I did, because it wasn't. I also took my M1 Garand with me, since I haven't put any rounds through that in a while. It was a great day for it, too. Sunny, slight breeze, enough warmth that a sweatshirt would be plenty of clothing. So here I am, trekking about with a loaded Garand in my hands and a .308 on my back, on my way back to where I had intended to shoot after talking to someone else I saw out there to make sure we weren't going to endanger or interfere with each other...and I just happen to stop and look to my right, must've caught something out of the corner of my eye. And maybe 50 meters away are 4 whitetail does. Just staring at me. I felt the rifle keenly, and I thought to myself how easy it would be (if the barrel wasn't basically shot-out on the M1...) to shoot them all and get the meat in the freezer. However, the season hadn't started yet, and since I don't need the meat to survive or even to get by, poaching them would be wrong. I considered getting my camera out of my backpack, but as soon as I made a slight movement, they started bounding away. I just watched them go, thankful for that one excellent, peaceful moment.

Beautiful fall weather is a very brief thing around here. After the first of September, we could get snow at basically any moment. OK, I take that back...we could get snow at any moment ALL YEAR LONG (we got it on the 4th of July once when I was a kid, and I've had snowball fights in August), it's just a lot more likely after Sept. 1.

The snow has started to fly, and I don't ice fish, so it looks like my fishing may be ended for the year. That's not a sure thing though. Provided the river or lake I want to fish isn't iced over, I'll fish any time of year. Winter just means I can't get in the water. Unfortunate, but I think I'll live.

Hunting season just started, and even though I missed the opening weekend due to flaky people, I still have plenty of time to get a deer. So you know I'm going to be out there doing so. I'd like to get an elk, but elk are pretty much a lost cause if you don't have a horse, thanks to all the never-sufficiently-damned wolves. I'm not going to hike a dozen miles from any dirt road or track, and then drag an elk back that same dozen miles. They're too damn big and heavy. I've got some more working out I need to do yet before I get to that point. Ha!

Speaking of, I've been hitting the gym on a regular basis again, and loving it. Not really keen on the times I've been going, since sleeping in might feel damn great on my days off but it also means there are more people there by the time I get there. Midnight is about the perfect time to go.

So much of what I do with my time off, I wouldn't be able to do if I had some screeching harpy in my life.  My stress level is as close to zero as it can be without me being dead or in a coma.  I go where I want, when I want. I buy what I want with the money that's not going into my savings. And I've got a decent amount saved up, something I never managed to do when I was in a relationshit. I look back on my life and I ask myself, "WHY? WHY in the name of all that is good and holy did you ever bother?" And the only answer I can come up with is, "Ignorance". I didn't know any better. I'd been conditioned to believe something my entire life, and I didn't know any other way. No matter what anyone says, humans don't rise to the occasion; we default to our level of training. And I was trained in the Blue Pill Way. "Trained"....indoctrinated would be more accurate. Brainwashed would be another good word.

I've since had my ignorance remedied, and damn, is life great. Even though it got off to a rocky start, 2013 has been the best year of my life. And I'm betting that 2014 is even better.

I now realize why, when he's asked how he's doing, Rush Limbaugh always says "Never better". Whether you love him or hate him (I have no use for tradcons, personally....even less use for libtards and other assorted Marxist filth), you have to admire his outlook on things. Every day is the best day of his life. EVERY. DAY. Is the best day of his life.

That's awesome.

"Life is great." Three little words, that I never would have uttered when I was married, or even when I was just in a relationshit. Maybe that should be "Single life is great."

Stay single, my friends.

Two Videos I Want to Share With You

Let me just preface this by saying, I generally do NOT like rap. It has become just as much repackaged garbage bullshit as...well, most other lamestream music. Occasionally I'll hear a song I like, but it's pretty damn rare.

On the other hand, maybe rap is similar to metal, industrial, and electronica, in that you have to look to the so-called "underground" to find the good stuff? Before they get big and lamestream.

Well, whatever....here are a couple videos that I want to share. Give them a watch. Yes, I realize the quality could be better. I doubt they were in a multi-million dollar recording studio when they made these songs.


The First One

The second one

For some reason it won't let me embed that one like it did the other one. Keeps saying "No video found".

Enjoy!

Another thing I read that I'd like to share

I don't do as much surfing and reading as a great many of the people who are writing. I've got things I'd rather do, ya know? So a lot of times when I find something, it's because of a link somewhere that I go frequently. Such is the case here.

This is an older piece on The Spearhead, but I think I just now read it. And it's a great bit of writing.

http://www.the-spearhead.com/2011/01/10/implications-of-the-apex-fallacy/

The Sixth Stage

The Sixth Stage

As anyone who’s studied psychology, even just in a “Let’s read some interesting stuff on the Interwebz” kind of way, most likely already knows, there are five recognized stages of loss and grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. And they’re not necessarily consecutive, nor is each stage a “Once and done” kind of thing. That is to say, it’s possible to go from denial to depression, then to anger, or to drop from acceptance back into depression or anger.

When it comes to Red Pill Knowledge, I theorize the following:

• ·         For many men, bargaining can be left out completely. They realize that there is no way to strike any kind of bargain. You can’t negotiate with hypergamy, or Briffault’s Law, or the Rationalization Hamster. These are concepts, not entities. Trying to bargain with them is like trying to strike a deal with the sun. And forget bargaining with women about ANYTHING. I’m sure any man who’s ever tried that can tell you how it works. You live up to your end, and they do what the hell they want to do, deals be damned.

• ·         Denial tends to be brief once reality is accepted and the Matrix rejected. In my own experience, it lasted maybe 15 minutes from the time I searched Google for “Why are women such stuck-up bitches?”  I couldn’t believe what I was reading, but the more I read, the more EVERYTHING up til that point made sense.

• ·         Anger is the phase most men stick with the longest, and when regression happens it is the stage most commonly regressed TO. This is understandable, in my opinion. You’ve been sold a heaping pile of lies your entire life, conditioned since birth to believe a fantasy and follow a life script that someone else wrote. And since most men unplug due to getting severely mauled by the divorce or false-allegations industries, they are understandably upset. Conditioning that continues for decades and is reinforced by everything around you every day is hard to shake off; a great many things, post-Matrix, serve as reminders of just how large the pile of lies truly is. Even after reaching acceptance, it’s still easy to be angered by further evidence of the truth. Double standards in the so-called “justice” system are one example that comes to mind easily, as is the continued disregard for men when it comes to divorce and child custody.

• ·         Depression is probably the hardest stage to get out of. Why bother, when there’s no point? If everything is a lie, what’s the point of going on? This is the stage that will either destroy a man completely, or show him what he’s capable of. If he doesn’t turn to alcohol or drugs and kill himself slowly, or taste-test a shotgun or pistol and kill himself quickly, he might just come out the other side stronger and better. It’s HARD, so damned hard, to do, but I think most do, simply by virtue of the fact that they’re men, and even though most of society’s conditioning has been thrown off by this point, they still don’t want to be seen as weak, or quitters, or what have you.

• ·         I think there exists a sixth stage (or fifth, if you discount bargaining): apathy. Not everyone reaches apathy, and those that do vary greatly in their level of it. Apathy is, in my opinion, the stage to aspire to. I think it also represents the final point in healing. This doesn’t mean that everything is all better now; rather, there will be no more healing. Anything that is going to scar up has.

I realized recently that I’m apathetic toward almost everything. It’s almost like my outlook on everything has become some variation of “Not My Problem” or “IDGAF (I don’t give a fuck)”. I enjoy my hobbies. I like my job. I hang out with my friends when I have a chance and feel like it (read: when I can stand to be around their females. So basically, not very often). Other than that, there really isn’t much I give a damn about.

I used to. I used to give a damn about a lot of things. I used to care about politics, liberty, the direction this country was going, all kinds of things. Now… I go fishing. I play video games. I read. I work out, or go for a run. I hang out with my brother. I go shooting.

What I DON’T do is give a fuck about much of anything that doesn’t directly impact my life. I’ll still get involved in discussions, especially on the Interwebz, but I think that’s mostly just some kind of mental exercise. When I boil it down to “Is this my problem?”, and the answer is “No”, then I go back to Not Giving a Fuck.

I especially don’t give a fuck when it comes to women. I can’t tell you the last time I even bothered to talk to one outside of work or them taking my order in a restaurant. The last time I saw one of my friends, his twat wouldn’t shut her mouth the entire time him and I were hanging out. I didn’t say one word to her. Didn’t even say hi when he introduced us. I would say it was like she was a yapping dog, but the fact is, I would at least acknowledge a dog. Let it sniff my hand so it can get to know me, maybe pet it a bit to calm it down, or throw a ball or share some beef jerky or something.

 Not so with her. I did ALMOST acknowledge her existence at one point, due to a snarky comment she made that I wanted very badly to respond to, but I was trying to be…eh, let’s go with “not completely fucking hostile”, just for my friend’s sake. Yes, we’ve been friends for 30 years, and consider ourselves brothers, but even most brothers are going to get upset when their brother says something like “Cunt, shut your fucking mouth, the humans are talking. (Insert brother’s name), put a leash and muzzle on your talking animal, or put it in the house, but I don’t want to hear its fucking yap again.” Maybe I’m not as fully into apathy as I thought I was before recalling that, since I didn’t say it out loud at the time. Or maybe I’m just making SOME attempt to not completely alienate my friend. I don’t know. Nor do I care to give it much thought, either.

I find that I don’t get as worked up over stories of men getting screwed by some dumb bitch or the System, or example of the Pussy Pass being issued, or a lot of the other topics you’ll see on one of the forums I frequent, as I used to. In fact, a lot of times I will look at the title, say IDGAF, and scroll right on by.

I don’t care to watch the news, or read the newspaper or news websites. It’s unimportant; IDGAF.

I just want to fish, work out, go shooting, and all of the rest of my hobbies and time-killers.

Life is so much more rewarding and stress-free now that I’ve accepted apathy. It’s like the line in the book/movie, “Fight Club”: “Only when we’ve lost everything are we free to do ANYthing.”  But with its own special twist. Only when we stop caring about everything are we free to enjoy ANYthing.

And enjoy I most certainly do. I’m enjoying the HELL out of life.

And I hope you are too.

To close this out, I’d like to share a video that I think is fucking hilarious:

Enjoy life, my friends!

Understanding is not Treason

Yes, I haven't been writing much lately. Work has me all over the place, and I've been spending more time fishing, hanging out with several of my siblings, going to the lakes and rivers, that kind of thing. You know, LIVING. :)

So anyway, the only female I work with told one of the other guys, who then repeated it to me, that I "think I'm some kind of Ladies Man".

Dafuk?

Remember the military intelligence guys in World War II that studied the Japanese? They learned their language, learned about their culture, the way they think, all that good stuff. And they broke the codes of the Imperial Japanese Navy. They probably had more to do with us defeating the Japanese Empire than anyone else.

Would you call them traitors, because they studied, knew, and understood the enemy?

That's what I feel like I was called. A traitor. Because I understand the enemy.

I was dragged into a war I didn't want, with someone that I didn't consider (at the time) to be my enemy. Once I realized a war was on, I went guerrilla. And I've been studying my enemy, learning how they think.

Learning the best ways to hurt them and live to fight another day.

I don't consider myself a pimp, player, PUA, Ladies Man, or whatever your description of choice is. I've gone out with ONE woman since the beginning of April, and that ended up not going anywhere because I called the hamster on its bullshit. And I'm fine with that.

I don't think I'm the gods' gift to women. I know I'm not a hideous troll, but obviously I'm not in the Top 5% of men that women will bother with before they enter Wallet-Seeking Mode, either. And I'm fine with that.

I know there's a good chance she was playing and being her usual smartass self (she's one of maybe a handful of women I've worked with that was actually enjoyable to work with), but still....for some reason that comment kinda bothers me.

I'm not a traitor, and that's what I feel like I was called.

In more important news, I really need to put my other fishing pole in my car. The rig I have setup for catching pike isn't doing so well with trout in the rivers and lakes I've been fishing. The line is too heavy for the lures that I have. My other rod has lighter line, this will work much better.

I caught a pathetically small lake trout yesterday. Too big to use as bait, too small to take a picture of. So small, the hook on the lure didn't do in his mouth, it caught him under the chin. I'm guessing he was trying to eat the colored part of the spinner and got too close to the hook.

I'll pick up my other pole this weekend. As well as do some more fishing up around Flathead Lake, and pick wild raspberries and huckleberries (if we can find any) with my sister and nephew.

Next week, the trout will hate me! Haha

I'm NEVER Growing Up

Ok, maybe that should say "I'm NEVER Growing Up AGAIN".

I saw another shaming article recently....ack....OK, I read a topic about a shaming article on a forum I frequent. I can't be bothered to actually read the drivel that femimarxists write, especially the shaming bullshit.

ANYWAY, the person who posted it was nice enough to include a list, from said article, about the top 30 male maturity failings. This is according to women, of course, so you know it's not worth the electrons it took to make the words on the computer.

A few things that I really enjoy are on this idiotic list. Coming in at Number 3, Playing video games.

Cupcake doesn't like a man to have ANYTHING he enjoys that doesn't equal devoting ALL of his time, energy, and money to her. So of course women HATE video games and porn.

Reading the topic about this sub-moronic article reminded me I've been meaning to buy a couple more games. I decided not to get Twisted Metal, and instead go with Hitman: Absolution. Also bought Rocksmith, because I want to learn how to play the guitar. Maybe I'll discover that I do actually have some musical talent or ability buried deep within me.

I enjoy video games. A lot. Good ones, anyway. I don't play Children's Online Daycare. My friends do, and they've tried to get me to buy an Xbox and COD so that we can play together. Meh, no thanks. I'll stick with Battlefield.

The river is finally starting to go down a little bit. It's not quite as high, fast, and choked with logs and branches as it was last week. So maybe I'll be able to go fishing again pretty soon.

I'm also getting a stereo put in my car this week. The factory deck has served its purpose but it's time for it to go. At some point I'll get the damage that Psycho Hellbitch inflicted to the car repaired so the trunk doesn't leak, and replace the sub that she stole.

I may also buy another .45 pretty soon. I saw a Kimber 1911 that I really liked in a sporting goods store. I'll get at least somewhat caught up on a few more bills and then snag a nice new 1911.

I guess I'm one of those "Peter Pan Men", I need to "Grow up", since I spend my paychecks paying bills and buying the things that I want, rather than wifing up some used-up party girl whore with 3 wombturds and letting her have the entirety of my time and money.

I'm happy to not be 'grown up'. Life is good, and I'm happy.

I hope you all are too. Spend as much time as possible on the things you enjoy. Have a great day.