Let the Free Market Decide – No SubsidiesJuly 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.
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?
From the outside they both look quite similar, almost delicious even.. but you know damn well you would never plunk down the coin to dare unwrap the second delicacy crafted by the loving hands of one of the four horsemen of the Apocalypse!
So why would you entertain that idea when it comes to a woman?
See, it came to me as an epiphany when i was debating a feminist one day in person. As i spoke and looked her up and down, even tho she looked somewhat pleasant to the eyes (rare for a feminist i know) i realized that this is a woman who was so deeply ugly on the inside i could never be with her. At that very moment i couldn’t even imagine fucking her, she became that ugly to me. Knowing someone is so ideologically opposed to critical thinking is such a turn off. I’m sure i would appear the same way to her as well, so all’s well that ends well i guess. I would have no problem telling her we were never meant to be and walk away, since the Power of the V holds no sway over me.
I have told all my friends and coworkers i would rather masturbate with a cheese grater than be with anyone who shares feminist thought/ideology.
So why would i wait to find that out when first meeting someone who will not normally present this until well after too much time has been vested in the discovery phase? Why would i wait until 3 or 4 dates in before she would say something stupid like “Patriarchy blah blah blah”.. and realize i’ve actually been granting orgasms to a braindead zombie?
The zombies from the Walking Dead had more ability to think critically, and were thinner too..
The first (and possibly last) words out of a guys mouth each and every time he meets a new woman he’s interested in should be these 4 little words.
“Are you a feminist?”
See, for far too long, men of all kinds, those with options, those with none, and all in between.. have sacked some of their dignity in an effort to either appease, game or seek to sleep with woman of any kind. The goal was just to get laid, even if it meant becoming a doormat and losing all semblance of being a man or having dignity. And then there’s the PUA bootcamp test where they dare you to Game and pump & dump a feminist as a challenge. What they’re actually doing is subsidizing the market with bullshit and making these wretches believe they are in demand, if even simply for a pump and dump.
Dare i say, feminism would die out in less than a month if every redpill guy, every attractive guy with options, every other guy with less to no options desperate to win and curry favor with a female, would just summon a little dignity and nuclear NEXT these sacks right at the opening bell.
Without reservation. Without fear. Without hesitation.
If enough wimynz get slammed at the opening bell before they have any chance to do the rejecting, and it happens often enough, in rapid succession, by the very men they wish to bed.. their attitude will change.
Men have to stop accepting shit on a stick as their only choice. You have to hit the corporation in the face with a hammer and vote with their wallet in order to get them to give what the market demands, not what they THINK the market should eat.
And if the market demands redpill thinking women, and the warehouses fill to the ceiling with unmovable, unsellable product that can’t be sold even when marked down 90% (and it’s pretty hard to move something as big as Lindy West without a forklift) then you’re going to see attitudes change rather quickly.
This would produce an immediate effect.
It would drill home to the feminists that the only men they are going to be landing are those who agree with their worldview.
And it will leave the redpill women with a freer selection of guys to win over. Strong, proud women who do not view their gender as weak and oppressed, or femininity as a disease and a hindrance. Women who view embracing their feminine natures instead of aping masculinity, who compliment men rather than compete with men, women who know they will be extremely happy overall vs. being in the bracket of declining happiness chasing the
stupid lofty and highly unreachable dream of having it all (unless you’re the CEO of Yahoo, don’t kid yerself).
Women like this.
My girlfriend is exquisitely happy. She is so happy with our current arrangement of me being a man and her being the woman, so much so that it’s not even funny.
Note* Every feminist i’ve ever argued with who explodes with rage when i say “Be feminine, be a woman!” will come at my throat barking like a frothing dog saying “And how exactly does one behave at ‘being a woman’???”.. as if daring me to enumerate a checklist of qualities so as to call me a male chauvinist, sexist, patriarchal misogynist. I just grin and don’t say a word.
If i have to explain that to you, i suggest you stock up now..
What is funny is that i get to enjoy a haughty laugh internally every time i see a raging feminist who is so deeply broken and angry inside and will never know the happiness my girlfriend has right now. The happiness that virtually every redpill woman has is something no feminist will ever know. That is the ultimate victory. They can scream, shriek and call me every name under the sun and i will just sit back and laugh.. as will my girlfriend.
She hates feminism with a passion. She is not weak. She chooses not to be a victim. She understands the nature of men. She understands biological realities and navigates it instead of trying to circumvent or belittle it. And when the hamster kicks in she expects me to knock it back down with reasoning and logic. Lovingly, gently, with compassion, but knock that hamster i will.
Feminism does not speak for all women. Dare i say, it speaks for no woman. It speaks for the dysfunctional ones who loathe being women and wish they were born with a penis. They are the true misogynists.
Each and every time you placate a feminist for even 5 minutes of conversation, you are subsidizing her delusion that she is desirable in some form. You validate her ideological hatred. You foster a continual environment of irrational stupidity. You reward solipsism. You encourage her to continue droning on about bullshit she thinks is important. You embolden her to continue using made up statistics and bullshit crafted in women’s studies classes to reinforce her worldview, to think that you actually care every time she opens her mouth.
You are enabling her to believe that she is worth spending time on DESPITE of her feminism. You should just
and drop the femtard right on the spot IN SPITE because of her feminism.
Show her that her product is NOT wanted by desirable men.
By uttering “Are you a feminist?” at the start in order to reject, you are setting in motion a great many things:
- you save yourself precious time to go look for a smarter, more capable woman
- you deny her any ability to reject you and rationalize that it was her choice to dump a hot guy like you. uhuh.. she was rejected by a hot guy for being who she was
- you will become part of a great sea change in women, who are not capable of dealing with rejection like men, and will quickly mold their persona’s and thinking in order to be able to fit into the social structure
- the shifting to a more red pill attitude amongst women will increase the overall amount of attractive women in the dating pool, since red pill women generally are more keen to keep fit and maintain a feminine appearance.
They will get pissed. They will get upset. They may even try to use the same line back on you, that you’re not what they’re looking for either. But in your heart of heart, you’ll know better..
I know i’m not going to get through to every guy out there. Some will still find the challenge of pumping and dumping stupid feminists as a noble goal or great weekend fun for shits and giggles. Some very attractive men with options will continue to help delude feminists into thinking they are the shit, whether a PUA pump n dump scam or a hot guy turned Beta/Mangina by his feminist mother.
But i am imploring with many of you to begin voting with your wallets. You know what is being sold on the market, and you are the consumer. The competing products have been out on the market for over 40+ years, you’ve read all the Consumer Reports, you’ve got word of mouth, you’ve read about it in the media.
There is no excuse for putting the diarrhea popsicle in your mouth.
Today’s women are just like those popsicles.. except they don’t come in wrappers, so you can’t tell which one is which, they both look fairly similar on the outside. It’s your job and your responsibility to ask at the counter which brand is being sold to you at the counter before you even reach for your wallet.
Then, maybe… just maybe they’ll stop trying to feed you shit…
..on a stick. Leave that for the mangina’s and male feminists.
Have some dignity.
Grow some balls.
Be a man.
Do the right thing.
Ask “Are you a feminist?” right out of the gate.
Do not reward a yes. Do not subsidize the ugly. Do not buy the irrational.
Do not choose evil.
Choose good, wholesome and natural ingredients!