Posts Tagged ‘power’

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Six Degrees of Separation

January 19, 2014

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It seems almost uncanny that on the day i get a Feminist named Paradoxy to leave me a comment on my post Reproductive Slavery i would have been listening to a conversation by my girlfriend a few hours earlier regarding OOOPSIE births.

From the article:

Three months ago, I started seeing a nice guy. He has potential. But I feared he’d go the way so many had: dating for a while, then moving on. This time I was determined to at least try to get something of what I want, so I did what I never thought I’d do. I lied when he asked if I was taking birth control.

As far as i’m concerned this is as bad as rape. I also understand it’s more common than feminists would have us believe.

I’ve already written about one of my friends being OOOPSIE’d HERE.. and last night my girlfriend told me about how one of her friends a long time ago confided in her that her friend stopped taking her pills while telling her partner she was on the pill – resulting in an ‘accident’. The woman has never fessed up to the hubby to this day.

That’s 2 stories i alone know of. Personally, 1 is 1 too many.. and i know of TWO!

I’m willing to bet there are others out there that have similar stories to tell, so for this post i’m asking something different of my commenters. I don’t want to see a round of ‘women are whores’ or ‘sideways’ comments. I want this post to spread far and wide in the hopes that lurkers de-lurk just to write about genuine stories they are 100% certain about that they either heard of, or heard from a 3rd party (like my gf) who is absolutely in the know about such an incident. No intimate details or names required, just the basics of who in relation to who told you, how the plan went down, did she go through with it and if she did, did her partner ever find out. Simple shit.

Use a pseudo-name, remain anonymous, sign up for a throw away webmail account – i don’t care. Just de-lurk if you have a similar story to share and jot it down. I wan’t to see how many comments this post unearths. Sign off with your city/state/prov if possible.

Thanks.

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Baby, You’re A Firework – CUM On, Let Your Colours Burst

January 16, 2014

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Originally i was going to title this “Let Hypergamy Work For You”, but not enough of my bullet points have anything to do with it, so i changed it.

I am going to disagree with Roosh here about whether making a woman orgasm is worth your time. While there are some groups of women for which it is pointless to try, my belief it’s a very small group of undesirable women that fit into it which will be addressed within the post.

I say make her pleasure your number one priority <unless your purpose is solely for instant gratification>. Personally, i love taking an active interest in taking the girl i’m with to new heights of pleasure. Seeing her delight and excite under my oral ministrations and methodical motions, witnessing her undulate by my design – enhances my own pleasure center. My biggest loads have always come from simply observing a woman revel in her sexual delight! Words cannot do justice how aroused i become seeing a woman’s sexual excitement of which i am it’s chief architect (that fall within my acceptable parameters for reasonable playful enthusiastic sex. Those who need to be choked, slapped, gagged, beaten and humiliated to enjoy it need not apply).

And the effort reaps rewards a plenty.

Here’s my list of reasons why.

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Keep Spoon Feeding Them Shit

January 14, 2014
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M3 takes the form of Elmo sometimes… feel free to share my Photoshop goodness.

A woman’s GPA has never helped her in intersexual competition between her sisters and instilling attraction in mates.

Women compete with other women attempting to lure the best quality mates. And the really astute ones now what bait is best – regardless of what tripe social justice warriors and educated retards with letters after their names try to tell you.

Brains is a nice to have, but it won’t make us fall in love with you or make our cocks get hard. A high GPA on a beast like Lindy West is the same as a Beta herb who’s chock full of ‘nice’ qualities yet completely undesired by women because he generates no attraction. Those qualities only contain ‘value‘ when the person is interested in you. The ‘NiceGuys’ who think the loyalty, ability to provide & provision, dependability, treating females as equals, shoulder to cry on, white knighting, etc… are qualities which women SHOULD value! Yet women would rather sleep with the man who’s a jerk and polar opposite of that – because those men DO generate attraction.. and if that women can get any one of those ‘nice’ traits out of the jerk… then all of a sudden that trait has immense value!

A socially awkward geek can offer women a lifetime of loyalty, honesty and provisioning up the whazoo. And she will reject it. Those traits are worthless to her coming from an inferior SMV specimen. Internally she recoils in disgust at the thought, the thought of inferior seed gestating for 9 months.

I got into a pissing match with a feministy woman on Facebook not long ago. She was getting angry that men would rather get involved with dumb bimbos and awful gold diggers rather than with good, intelligent women. I had to remind her that she was conflating sex with relationships. A man will fuck those types of women because they have assets which arouse them. Doesn’t mean they want them forever. But let’s switch it up on her for a second and ask her the following:

  1. Do you find the hard bodies of Magic Mike attractive? Do they get you wet?
  2. Do you find the cockiness and confidence of Magic Mike arousing?
  3. Can you envision having sex with him?
  4. Would you fuck him right now?
  5. Now let me tell you he sells drugs to children.
  6. Now let me tell you he kicks small puppies for fun.
  7. Now let me tell you he blows all his money up his nose in coke.
  8. Does any of the last 3 items change how his rock hard body makes your body feel? Does it change how you react to his cocky swagger?
  9. Knowing everything you know, and the option of sex was on the table, a one night stand that did not involve you having to deal with any of those other facts in a long protracted relationship… would you still fuck him?

My guess is most women would. If there is no long term relationship at stake and just instant gratification.. what woman wouldn’t?

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Do You Feel Lucky Punk? Well… Do Ya?

December 21, 2013

ED: Side note. I’m thoroughly pissed off because i already had this post done up and ready to send, but because my wordpress phone app didn’t have the new security 2 step authentication enabled, it only saved it to local drafts. When i finished the process, my local drafts got wiped. Stupid fucking app.

OK, from my memory.

Protip: If you ever find yourself telling yourself you are so lucky to be with your partner, you might as well pack it in, tag it and bag it. What you are admitting to is that you don’t deserve the relationship you have. You aren’t good enough for it. You haven’t earned it. You haven’t worked for it and are probably being used for something. Your relationship is terminal and running on borrowed time.

You are inherently telegraphing that your SMV balance is woefully tipped in her favor and that she holds all the power in the relationship and that you are simply just grateful that she is MERCIFULLY putting up with your pathetic self.

The only person in a relationship that should be “FEELING” lucky about anything is the woman. Now i know that might piss some femmies off, because you know.. Vagina. They would loathe the idea that they have to be the ones to feel ‘lucky’.. that it should be instead guys who should feel so lucky to be partnered with them, their big Wymins studies brains, their bigger Michelin Man physiques, or their biggest personalities! But trust me here. If women want to be happy, and if a relationship is to survive.. it is SHE who must FEEL lucky.

Without her feeling that, the relationship will not matter. The golden rule of all relationships – It is not how you (the man) feel that is important, it is how the woman feels.* Of course, game gives you an edge/advantage in that you know both how to instill and create this feeling within her, it also eliminates the one-i-tus that could potentially trap you into being a slave to keep a shitty relationship. Rather it lets you assert yourself authoritatively to either correct the problem or NEXT her if it’s not worth the effort.

[*This only pertains to 'normal' LTR relationships with fairly mentally stable women. Emotionally broken/daddy's issues girls who gravitate towards abusive bad boys don't fit this mold because the bad boy doesn't care how the woman feels yet she persists on sticking to him like a fly to shit. For her, she always feels like the lucky one. She's so lucky to have a guy who cares. She can tell how much he cares by the amount of force in his punches lol! Only a guy who cares that much will set her straight and put her in her place lolzlzozlzo. 2nd protip: if you're looking for a real relationship, avoid these broken birds like the plague]

A woman MUST feel lucky in her relationship in order to look up to and respect her man. She has to feel lucky in having attained you to satiate her hypergamy. She must believe that she has snagged a man above other men, a man that all the other girls wanted. She has to feel that she hooked a man above her station to satiate her feminine need to challenge other women in the Olympics of Inter-sexual competition.

She has to believe she’s lucky to have eeked the GOLD MEDAL in those Olympics from all the other ‘adversaries’.

I’ll say it again. The only person who should ever consider themselves ‘lucky’ to be with someone in a relationship should be the female. It can’t work the other way around. It would be folly and destined for disaster.

You as a guy can feel happy and great about your choice of companion or love interest. You can feel proud and secure in the fact that you did all that was necessary to instill in a woman you desired, a sexy, smart, adorable, bang-able, high SMV cutie the feeling of wanting to claim you for herself. And if she’s exceptionally beautiful, bangable, and makes you the king of your castle, looks up to you and respects you.. and you’re ugly as fuck… well shit. You got some seriously tight game son. You might even admit to yourself that you landed yourself someone way outside your pay grade that you normally wouldn’t have. You might almost say you punched well above your weight and got lucky.. except you didn’t.. because you’re not… you EARNED IT.

YOU, as a guy should NEVER feel lucky to be with the woman you are with.  The second you enter the “I’m so lucky!” zone a countdown begins. A countdown to disintigration.

Whether it be 20 years, 20 months, 20 weeks, 20 days, 20 hours, 20 fucking minutes or heaven help you…

20 seconds!

Jamaican bride dumps new husband 20 MINUTES after arriving in the UK… and guess who paid for her £5k visa

‘Of course I was pinching myself over how lucky I’d been to end up with such a beautiful young woman. But the relationship was getting better over time so I wasn’t suspecting any kind of sting operation.’

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Confidence is like “Magic” to Women

November 21, 2013

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They don’t really care to know how the illusion is created, they just want to be excited by the trick!

“Fake it till you make it” – Or so the saying goes around these parts. I’ve already written about Confidence once, but i though i’d expand on it and how i believe women ‘experience‘ this thing men exude.

You see,

  • Most people can’t step into the Octagon with a world champion MMA fighter and simply say “I’m confident i can take that motherfucker down!” – You’re face will end up looking like the bloody steak in the meat section of your local supermarket.
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  • Most people can’t  walk into a dōjō and simply say “Yo, you and you’re silly little black-belt are going down right here, right now bitch!” – Chances are, a doctor will be putting a cast on you somewhere.
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  • Most people can’t  walk onto an military firing range and dare the master marksman “I’ll bet you my house i can hit that target 1.5 kilometers away before you do!” – You’ll be crying while packing your bags and taping up the boxes for the movers.
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You simply cannot be a novice and expect to beat masters with years of practice under their belt with simple platitudes of ‘just be more confident’. That’s kind of like throwing a never touched water neophyte into a raging torrent of fast moving water and saying stupid shit like “Just tread water!” or “Move your arms dammit!” or “Don’t breathe while under the water!!!”

Now, you can get lucky once in a while, so fake it till you make it has merit, but the true goal is to become proficient until you can replicate victory over and over successfully, by knowing you have the ability to cash the cheques your ego is writing!

That is where true confidence stems from. Natural confidence comes from external sources of validation and receptivity. It’s no secret that many good looking people exude natural confidence simply because people are more receptive and accepting of them (just ask Ted Bundy), more forgiving of faults or misdeeds by the beautiful people. It’s why we go “Awwwwww” when the cute little dog is taking a shit on the carpet and chewing on your shoes and biting your hand when you put it in the food bowl.. but you squish a creepy spider under your shoe without remorse, even tho it does the environment good by eating the pesky blood sucking mosquitoes! Spiders be creepy yo.

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Once again, i’ve gone off track. Naturals are confident because they’re used to society being agreeable with them from the starting gate. Everyone else from average on down has to work for and succeed at things to build on confidence. We all know this is true.

Yet..

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Questions That Need Answers – Part 1

July 24, 2013

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A QUESTION FOR SLUTS

  • So you’re with a great guy, and one day the ‘number’ talk comes up. He tells you he’s been with N. His N is vastly lower than your N. By a catastrophic margin. Knowing this new information, why are you so interested into hanging onto someone who hasn’t had the vast amount of sexual experience you got? Why are you so afraid to tell him your real number?
  • Why are you so afraid of losing someone over a number?
  • Why would you want to hang on to such an insecure loser?
  • What is the purpose of lying to maintain such an inadequate and unequal relationship?

You should be with someone as EQUALLY and sexually educated as you.

That is why you slutted around right? To ‘find’ out who you were? To ‘discover’ what turned you on? To ‘learn’ about your sexual tastes from a wide assortment of partners? Simply to have fun?

So when you find out your partner didn’t get to experience the same life of sexual gluttony you did.. why do you suddenly feel so ashamed of your past?

Is it because there is TRUTH to the Double Standard?

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First seen @ Dalrock’s

This picture pisses me off. Ever since i saw it at Dalrock’s, it always enrages me as much as when a cue jumping jackass cuts me off in traffic.

You DON”T DESERVE THAT relationship. You deserve a relationship with someone else. Who is that someone else? Whomever accepts you real N, that’s who.

You are lying your ass off to keep it because you know you aren’t worth it. You are lying to your partner because you know he could do better, deserves better. You are simply using him. You don’t love him. How could you? You can’t even tell him the truth! You’re too scared to lose him. You should be proud, and let the ‘loser’ walk if he finds your number too high. You should find someone who’s not ‘afraid’ of your number.

Love has nothing to do with it now. Love had nothing to do with it when you were being a slut. Love does not enter the equation.

If he means that much to you, and all the slutting you did back then ‘didn’t matter‘, that it was ‘just sex‘ as you say.. why not help your low partner count man that you are so desperate to hang onto by lying to him about your number, instead help him out and wingman him into the pussies of X number of women, where X is the remainder of you N minus his N  to equal out the equation and restore balance.

After all, it’s just sex right? It doesn’t mean anything right? So help your current man reach the number you attained so there won’t be any of those inadaquate feelings fostered or any lingering insecurities to put a damper on things.

How could you possibly object to that? Don’t let ‘feelings’ get in the way. He’ll still love you even after he’s had wild sex with throngs of women. He might even get a shit ton more confident and alpha to boot. Win win ammiright?

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As an aside.. what if my relationship history is that of a serial cheater and philanderer. I’m disease free, but my chances of remaining monogamous are virtually nil. Do you have a right to know that? Do you have a right to know, before we start up a relationship that may become serious or long term, that of the past 30 relationships i had, i cheated on every one of them? Wouldn’t you like to know? Is it any of your fucking business? So long as in the hear and now i’m professing to love you and that’s all that matters, why should you know the truth of my past, or if you did know, why would it matter?

And once you do know, would you be so insecure in your abilities as a woman as to think that you didn’t have what it took to keep me from straying?

Part 2 coming soon.

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Relinquishing Your Rights and Accepting Victimhood

July 10, 2013

[UPDATE: MRA EDMONTON's campaign is starting to go viral and mainstream due to their 'Don't be that girl' campaign. Follow along here, and make your voice heard in the mainstream. Viva la Common Sense and Sanity! ]

 

This post may piss some people off and enrage some. Oh well, i aim to misbehave. There’s something i should be putting up here.. can’t quite remember.. i’m sure it will come to me eventually.

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New Years Eve, 1993.

I’m at a house party. The taste of Southern Comfort is permeating my mucus membranes. The women whom I have been pining for (and who would be my future wife) is there too. Everyone knows i have a thing for her, including her. She unclasps her bra from under her shirt and pulls it out through the sleeve of her shirt. It’s a black bra. Some of my friends wave it around the room as i chase it all over the couch and over the coffee table like an omega clown. I know i look stupid. I feel the fool. But i’m having fun nonetheless being the idiot. My logical brain is still running, it tells me i’m being retarded. It knows i would not be doing this on a normal day. And it says ‘What the hell, it’s NEW YEARS.. run with it’. Stupid inebriated traitorous brain.

I am drunk. Probably the drunkest i’ve ever been.

I still remember being in the bathroom, during the New Year’s countdown, with my face pressed against the cool tiles beside the toilet. I remember telling myself “You’re a fucking idiot, you’re going to miss the New Year because you drank too much”. My mouth wasn’t moving, it was drooling. All this talking was going on in my mind, unaffected by the room spinning or my blood alcohol level.

I still remember the rancid taste of pickle’s and Southern Comfort as i leaned back over the bowl to dry heave the last of the projectile vomit & bile out of my system, the sounds of party revelers droned out by my nausea, like the reverb sound you hear shortly after a loud explosion went off nearly knocking you out.

I recall every moment of every drunken episode i ever had. Especially the time my friend spun me on his shoulders and i flew off head first putting a huge whole into the drywall. Fun times.

This is why i have a problem with people who claim they never remember what happened, or blacked out. I think it’s a cop out..

BUT LET’S RUN WITH THAT

Let’s say you can legitimately claim that. Hell you, reading this right now, have drank to the point of blacking out, or have done things while drunk you cannot remember. Time and again you drink and cannot remember a thing you did the night before.

If you know that drinking puts you into that state, what you are actually admitting is that you are a fucking idiot for putting yourself in harms way by entering a state whereby you relinquish any and all ability to prevent yourself from being a victim. To enter a state of Limbo where anything can happen that you have zero control over and are powerless to prevent. You enter a state where you can neither account for your actions or accept responsibility for them.

I needed to say all that as a prelude to where i’m going with this…

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You’ll Need More Than Just Your Vagina to Compete with the Future (NSFW)

July 4, 2013

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In honor of this being my 200th post (whew) and having surpassed 270,000+ views, i present to you a long laugh that was as fun to write as i hope it is fun to read. It’s lengthy and pic heavy but i think it might just make your day and raise some interesting and thought provoking discussion. At the very least it allowed me to be gratuitous with the pic and vid links. Please not, this post is most certainly NOT SAFE for work, or around kids, or Lindsay West.

You’ve been warned.

Ok, we’ve all talked about sexbots till we’re blue in the face. However, these are not actual sexbots, but software.

And if you don’t think this has dire implications down the road, you got another thing coming.

The Asians are hard at work making their hardcore Hentai/Anime porn look as photo-realistic as possible.

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Picture this scenario:

Throughout the day you’ve been bombarded with ads on TV for Axe body spray, you’ve passed by the newstand and seen the latest cover of MAXIM, you went into the convenience store and noticed the HUSTLER on the rack, your female coworker decided to wear those red pumps and shorter pencil skirt today, and you fantasized about taking her in the broom closet, you went to the gym and couldn’t help notice the tight girls doing their yoga stretches, the cash girl at the coffee shop was extra bubbly and smiled extra hard when you ordered your brew on the way home and you couldn’t help but notice the billboard on the highway for SPIKE TV displaying a tight toned female stomach covered in water beads beside a .50 caliber sniper rifle. By the time you pulled into the driveway and bumped into your neighbors hot wife bouncing by during her jog.. your prostate is pretty much pounding the shit out of your insides demanding you release the pressure.

After this particularily hard grueling day, you come home, to an empty house, throw your keys on the coffee table, put your briefcase down, sit on the couch, verbally say ‘Xbox ON’, put on the goggles, sit back relax.

The Kinect controller recognizes your face, along with your pulse, heart rate, stress levels, pupil dialation, body temperature and rate of breathing, etc… a virtual tricorder of knowing what state your body is, how much tension you have pent up, and how badly it needs to be released.

And it has the perfect digital simulation to help you out with that little conundrum.

The doctor will see you now!

The doctor will see you now!

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Irony, thy name is Jizzabel

June 28, 2013

Long post warning, but picture heavy, and i think quite amusing and snarky because.. patriarchy. Ha, no, just kidding. But i am sweating like a pig from just finishing Plyo-X on a devilishly hot day. So please bear with it.

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So my girlfriend’s been staying over at my place for the week, and the day before she’s supposed to head back home she says we should go out for dinner since it’s our last night together for a couple of days. Since i had driven into the downtown core to pick her up, she said I should just park my car and we could eat downtown. Normally i hate the idea of eating in snoot-central but what the hell.

So we walk down King Street near Blue Jay Way and end up at a snooty looking Korean restaurant. It didn’t look cheap. I asked her how much she thought we’d pay, she guessed 10 bucks each (final bill $50, this is why i hate eating out in trendy snooty fucking snobbery holes). They served up some thin slices of pork, beef, and all manner of sea monsters i wouldn’t touch, so she gladly got the bulk of the food. I drank light beer.

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I’d like to add for the record i almost broke my leg on the rail connecting the table to the wall. I summoned all my inner alpha to hold back the tears and feign just a modicum of irritation. As we finished our meal i began to do a little people watching and survey’d the room. Something immediately caught my eye, a repeating pattern. So i turned to my girl and said:

Me: I’m noticing something about the people here babe..

Her: Oh yeah.. what’s that?

Me: Well we know i’m not gay.. but damn, there is not one fat dude in the house. In fact each and every guy in here appears to work out. Take a good look..

Her: Mmmmhmmmmm.

Me: Yea, take it all in.. lol. Tho i appear to be wearing the second tightest shirt in here. But what else have you noticed?

Her: That alot of the girls are chunky.

Me: Bingo, you did notice.

Her: And not just chunky.. but like fat. Like REALLY fat.

Me: Wonderful disparity no?

Her: That’s not normal. People weren’t meant to be fat. We were designed to be fit. Evolution has gone wrong for some people.

Me: HA!

Eventually we started talking about the whole Abercrombie & Finch thing and she agreed with me that those people who are bitching are boycotting a brand they actually want to wear, which would make them hypocrites. They want to be part of a club they don’t want to put any effort in joining. They WANT to wear A&F clothes, and are just pissed that there is only one route to being part of that club. Maintain a size under 10. My girl ended the conversation with the best line i heard in a long time.

Her: Put the fucking fork DOWN!

Continuing with the fat-acceptance theme of my last posts i stumbled upon this huge sack of shit on this total sack of shit web site that 9 out of 10 bulimics recommend for instant purge encouragement.

No link from me, but please go check it out by filling in the requisite HTTP shit in the front and “correcting” the spelling of said vomit inducing site.

Jizzabel.com - Where we subvert your reality with irrationality

Jizzabel.com – Where we subvert your reality with irrationality

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Now, i would just like to point out first and foremost the irony seeing the definition of the word bigot displayed so openly for all to see on the premiere feminist website of our time. For those who wish to see the def:

big•ot (noun): A person obstinately or intolerantly devoted to his or her own opinions and prejudices; especially : one who regards or treats the members of a group (as a racial or ethnic group [or GENDER]) with hatred and intolerance

Read that definition over a couple times to yourself..

What’s it sound like it’s describing…

hmmm.

I dunno..

Could it be…

FEMINISTS THEMSELVES???

Hells yeah!

So i’m a bigot because I don’t find fat people attractive or want to have sex with them, but you’re not a bigot because… patriarchy. Fuck you.

Anyways.. best comment on the site came from a Medusa who chimed with all kinds of rational thoughts and verifiable factiods concerning diet and lifestyle in modern America with:

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Turning Point

June 18, 2013

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I love reading tons of internet media postings.. especially those done not in the ‘safe space’ confines of Jizzabel or other femcunt enclave that houses kittens like FatBoobz.

It’s a reading into the mass consciousness of the collective and a fairly good representation of where the society is headed. Not by what is actually being written in the article, but by how the viewership responds. Especially with the semi anonymity of the internet, and the ability to speak a little more freely without having to worry about irritating the old ‘ball and chain’ sitting next to you if you don’t need to. Finally, it allows for many men to see arguments they never before had the chance to see and chime in.

The comment sections are almost like a different version of the manosphere, where the redpill is simply stated (given the what but not the why) and  becoming manifest within mens minds, piggybacking off one another, no longer scared to put a voice to a rational opinion they were once too scared to voice because they were made to feel like villains for those rational thoughts.

But the tide is turning.

I just checked out this post over at the Daily PissBucket.. er.. Mail. When i first saw the banner headline i felt the typical usual rage starting to boil to the surface. So many things ran through my mind, things i wanted to say, to log in, to chime in, shoot this obvious shit piece down the crapper.

(Keep in mind Microsoft has lost me to Playstation based on their whole DRM scheme and game licensing bullshit vs. letting me own and do what i want with my own physical media, but i wasn’t in the mood to let M$ get shit on for something so obviously stupid and made up through sheer will of imagined victimhood)

I didn’t have to.

Read the article HERE.

Then go down to the comments section.

Now here’s the fun part.

Click on ‘The Best Rated’ comments.

Click on ‘The Worst Rated’ comments.

See the pattern. See the trend. See what the average person is just now starting to see and absorb and react to.

Feminism’s bullshit is running on borrowed time. It can’t stop the redpill.

We’ve crossed the point of no return.

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