Archive for July, 2013

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Gauntlet Cast. You Throw Down. Now back your shit up.

July 31, 2013

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Got called a misogynist at work yesterday.. bit my fucking tongue really hard in an effort not to lose my job. Got called that by someone who knows my views regarding evo.psych, my philosophy of MGTOW, my hatred of feminism and everything it teaches women, from being irresponsible little children with no agency, to blaming all men for the worlds ill because of white privilege and holding women back, and for enabling a generation of women to ignore basic human biological reality and gorge like little piggies at the trough of sluttiny.

Because i have an opinion that actions have consequences and repercussions AND that men have the right to act in their own best interests rather than societies (read gynocrosity).. this equates that i have a deep hatred, mistrust and dislike of all women solely because they have a vagina.

Yes, i had an urge to kill yesterday. I had an urge to kill, not because she was a woman.. but because she showed such stupidity on an epic scale it boggles the mind.

And i have a serious skin allergy to stupid.

But i’m glad i held back. Instead of letting someone’s pure fucking ignorance and retardation set me off, i plan to use this to prove something concrete.

And i’m going to use this blog as a starting point.

To any and all fucking lurkers who pass by and think that i am a misogynist and wish to voice your concerns.. this is your chance. Have at it. Leave me a comment down below, this is your moment, and here’s the kicker.

BACK UP YOUR FUCKING ARGUMENT.

Why am i misogynist?

Prove that i hate all women.

Prove that i hate women because they are women.

Prove that i want to oppress women and put them back in the kitchen.

Prove that i wish to take away their rights and access to abortion.

Prove that i sincerely hate my girlfriend.

My mother.

My best friends 6 year old daughter.

Stingray. Carolina. Judgey Bitch. SSM. TarnishedSophia. And all the other redpill women of the sphere.

Hell, even try proving i hate my ex wife simply for the fact that she’s a woman.

Misogyny /mɪˈsɒɪni/ is the hatred or dislike of women or girls. Misogyny can be manifested in numerous ways, including sexual discrimination, denigration of women, violence against women, and sexual objectification of women.

I DOUBLE FUCKING DARE YOU.

Show me i dislike women or girls. I love them. I HATE stupid fucking feminists.

Show me i discriminate sexually? I discriminate against stupid fucking feminists.

Show me where i denigrate women for being women? I denigrate stupid actions by stupid people where actions have consequences.

Show me where i condone violence against women? I condone violence against NO PERSON. I DO CONDONE a right to self defense, by either gender in the case of immediate assault.

You might get me on this last one of sexual objectification.. Read the rest of this entry ?

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Let the Free Market Decide – No Subsidies

July 17, 2013

Toronto. We’re all melting here. I fucking hate heat waves.

The sun is out, it’s sweltering, you head into the convenience store and open the mini freezer to pick out an ice cream bar. Two items catch your eye. They both look identical.

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Both sell for $3.99 (damn rippoff if you ask me).

So on the surface we see two delectable items that have the same investment cost, but we drill down a little deeper.

One is sold by Haagendaz, a company well renowned by connoisseurs of the sweet stuff. Known for their rich and creamy goods being of only the finest quality, even if fattening.. it’s the indulgence factor. Just ask Lindy West. We know what we’re getting here by the ingredients. Pure cream, sugar, caramel, chocolate coating and a sprinkle of nuts.

The other is sold by the Acme Biohazard Disposal Company. It comes in a plain plastic wrapper with a biohazard logo on it. It lists as it’s main ingredients seagull shit, diarrhea, aged semen and fever blister pus sprinkled with assorted abscess particles.

Seriously… at what point are you even going to entertain spending your money on a donkey diarrhea bar?

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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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Toronto Underwater

July 9, 2013

Just a brief note.. the Apocalypse visited us last night and dumped an ocean’s worth of rain on us, flooding streets and basements and knocking out power in my neighborhood since last night 6pm EST. I’m writing this from work.

Info on what’s going on:

http://www.thestar.com/news/gta/2013/07/08/environment_canada_issues_special_weather_statement_for_thunderstorms.html

Will post again when things return to normal.

Unless.. this is the end?

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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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Comedians were the original Redpill dispensers

July 2, 2013

This guys just a walking Pharmaceutical of crimson pills

I give the manosphere credit for putting me on the path to understanding, knowledge, encouragement, education and interaction long enough to digest and internalize it.

But it was there all along in the form of comedy.

I guess comedy offered up too much plausible deniability. How else can you explain women laughing at jokes in a club that they’d hammer you with their purse with for in real life.

The hamster brain goes to sleep during comedy hour.

Notice how men can for a brief moment in time, rally around Chris Rock and cheer on his truth where individually any man from that crowd making the same point in a club, on the street, in his place of work, etc.. would be destroyed by the hamster, white knight mangina brigade.

Comedians always had the answers. Most of us just watched and laughed at the truth for that brief moment because it was safe to do so.

The sphere has turned that moment into a something much longer.

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ps. notice there has never been a funny feminist? why? because all good comedy is based on underlying unspoken truths, taboo or otherwise.

When was the last time you knew a feminist who spoke the truth?

And there’s your answer 🙂


Honorable mentions go to Seth MacFarlane of “Family Guy” episodes:

I Am Peter, Hear Me Roar

and

The Giggity Wife