Silly Hitlerites

So recently, through two separate sources, I found links to a madman on YouTube who basically blames MGTOW for the muzzies raping a bunch of German women.

My mind is full of fuck.

Mind you, I can't watch more than about 3 seconds of any of this clown's videos, because he's annoying as hell. He starts off screaming, and from what others have said it only goes downhill from there.

But I simply can't wrap my mind around how it could possibly be the fault of men who don't want to get married, many of whom won't even date, and who (generally) disengage from society to whatever extent they want to and are capable of.

Maybe at this point I should mention that this clown is a Hitlerite. One of those "Save teh wyte rase frum duh EVUL JOOZ!" types. Anyone that doesn't march in goosestep with them is automatically a tool of DUH EVIL JOOZ! and a candidate for 'cleansing' on the "Day of the Rope".

SMH......

Those powerless little twits are NEVER going to get their "Day of the Rope", RaHoWa, or any of the rest of that drek. They're dreaming, living in a fantasy land.

The guy in the videos has Marine Corps dress blues hanging on the wall behind him. White knight manginas, especially Hitlerite white knight manginas, make me ashamed to admit I ever wore that uniform. I would say that this is something his command probably needs to know about, so they can court martial him and kick a Hitlerite out of the Corps, but I'm guessing he's already discharged, based on his lack of a shave.

I read a lot of the comments to the videos. Some of them made me laugh, some made me disgusted, and others made me think.

I don't call myself MGTOW, because I don't like to label myself. I don't like when others label me, either. Labels make it easy for the weak minded to categorize you and disregard anything you might say or do.

Among the things that I got to thinking about because of the comments were race and Islam.

I have a friend that I've known for a couple years. He's a great guy. We get along well, respect each other, have good conversations, etc. He's almost like another brother to me.

And he's black. African, to be precise. As in, from Africa. And he's a Muslim.

Back in November, things ended between me and the woman I'd been seeing for a few months (since about a week or so after things ended with the other one I'd been seeing....). She was pretty good to me, but I wasn't walletslave enough for her. She actually told me I was the biggest asshole she'd ever dated. And when she said she felt like I don't respect women, I laughed and said "That's because I don't." There were some other things, too, but that's not the point. This was actually one of the better relationships I've had, overall. There was still no way in hell I was going to wife her up, or live with her, or even be with her for years and years, but it was pretty good while it lasted.

She was half white, quarter Mexican, quarter black.

Some of the guys at work that I've gotten along with the best are Mexican. Same thing when I was in the military.

My ex wife is white. The girl who said I was her daughter's father, who lied to her kid about it for 14 years until a DNA test proved otherwise, is white. The girl I was with before this last one, who resurrected something inside me that I thought was dead, only to kill it again when she decided she needed to hop back on the Cock Carousel, is white.

I'm not seeing some great need to identify with an ethnic group, to use my skin as a uniform.

People are people. There are good people and bad people of every race/ethnicity/whatever term you want to use.

No matter what the Hitlerites say.

And this shit going on in Germany....I'm sorry, Gerabia? They have only themselves to blame. If you believe that the electoral process works and is honest (I don't), they elected the politicians that created the current situation. Even if you don't believe that the process is honest, they have allowed the politicians to remain in office and keep making laws. They haven't taken back their country from the politicians and their minions. They also allowed feminists to run amok, fucking up everything they touched, and demonizing men to the point that there are very damn few men left in Europe any more. There are a lot of males, genetically speaking, but they act more like women. And even THEY get demonized. Well, when you tell someone for 50 years that they're bad, useless, stupid, violent, et cetera et cetera, why would you then expect that they will fight FOR the very people who've been abusing them? There are now, what, three entire generations of men and teenage boys that have never known anything BUT feminsim? Maybe two and a partial?

They've been treated like a dog their entire lives. Beaten by everyone, every institution, every level of .gov, the media. Why would anyone think that they would jump in to 'save' one of their tormentors?

The Hitlerites think that they can get women back under control, get them to stop being hypergamous whores, undo 50 years of feminism, and have the Fifties Fantasy. It's not going to happen. You can't put the shit back in the horse.

I swear, every day there is something else that makes me shake my head, chuckle (because sometimes ALL you can do is laugh), and thank the gods that none of this is my problem any longer.

Stay single and don't become a Hitlerite (or any other racial 'nationalist'), my friends.

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.

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.
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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.
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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.
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Rest easy, BB King. You've earned it.
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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.

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.

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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.

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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.

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

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

New Stuff on the way

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.....

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.