Monthly Archives: June 2018

Love 2

It is worth mentioning that when I met my girl, like many women, she was in therapy. Lucky for her, she was not honest with her therapist, or she would have been branded with a truckload of psychiatric disorders entirely in accordance with DSM standards.

Back then she was still studying. She hated it, but being a good girl, tried really hard to enjoy it, as she was told she was supposed to. Predictably, she’d hate herself even more for failing to enjoy it. I remember her crying almost daily. She would not quit though; she’d say she needed the degree, that she had to pay off her student debt, that all her friends studied, etc etc.

The most alpha thing I ever did was to force her to stop attending college and move in with me. Well not exactly force her, I just made it clear that were she to continue studying I would not help her and our future would be unclear. She cried, but promptly quit her studies and moved in with me. It is the closest I have come to legally abducting a girl.

To this day she loves me for that. It was of course, in retrospect, a gigantic shit-test, the question at stake being: who is her alpha, you or the university?

Nowadays she rarely cries. She stopped visiting therapists, since all the symptoms that made her visit a therapist have entirely disappeared. The change is profound: from chronically stressed and anxious to genuinely happy. All because I made a decision for her. This for me has been the decisive proof that only the darkly enlightened can truly understand love.

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Love

A long time ago I used to love a girl. We hooked up and were together for some time. Then one day she told me she wasn’t sure if she still loved me, and she wanted to discover herself. She dumped me and hooked up with some Mexican guy.

So, I learned game. I binge-read everything I could find on psychology, game and women. I dated and tried to have sex with many women. I have jotted down every conquest. 34. Painstakingly I learned how to win a woman’s heart.

I have been together with my current girl for some years. She loves me with her whole heart and I love her more than I loved the girl that dumped me.

Few things in life are better than having a girl that wholly, completely, and fully loves you. Female love is much more passionate, much fiercer than the love of men. Men love on the side, women love with their entire being. I used to think that being with a girl demanded extra attention, that it was a burden on your life. But my experience has been the opposite — a woman in love adds much more to your life than she takes away. When I first met my girl she could not cook raw pasta, now I’d rather eat her meals than those of an average restaurant. She cleans, does the laundry, helps me straighten my thoughts, rests in my lap while I play video games, encourages me to be a manly man, gives me love and kisses, corrects me when I do stupid lazy men stuff and much much more.

Some might say that you can not call a man happy until he is dead. Of course I do not know what the future holds. But I know what the present holds, and if the past is any indication, which it usually is, am pretty confident that whatever problems I will have in the future, a bitch ain’t one.

Naturally it is not all rainbows and sunshine. Women bitch and shit-test. It is what they do, and some days it just gets to you. But that is just the way women are. Women are a proxy for the world: if you can’t pass your woman’s shit-tests, how will you pass the world’s shit-tests? Way I see it, handling woman’s bitching is an art.

Sometimes I ignore her bitching and she stops bitching. Sometimes she has a good reason to bitch and I address that which she bitches about. Sometimes I realize she is bitching for absolutely no reason, I grow angry and she stops bitching. Sometimes, if her bitching gets really bad, I keep open the option of hitting her, having already noticed how it works wonders for a relationship.

Of course, for all my tough talk about hitting women, I have only hit my girl once in all the time we’ve been together. I do not mind hitting her again, it is just that she has never bitched so badly I thought she deserved to be hit. The one time I hit her, she apologized profusely for the excessive bitching that made me hit her. We had great sex immediately afterwards.

I do believe that maintaining the option of hitting her is key. If you back down from that, you fail the most primal shit-test, the kind of failure ends in #metoo and societal collapse.

There is also the matter of sexual gratification. Women are as horny as men, though it is a different kind of horny. A woman has strong sexual needs, and the shortest route to keeping her heart is to fulfill those needs. There is no way to win her heart that does not include making her cum on regular basis. Sustained sexual attraction over the years is key to a good relationship. Jim’s ‘wife goggles’ if you will. (Hence why I have drastically cut on porn consumption).

Anyway. I believe that my girl is an extension of myself. I see further with her than without her. The cheesy thing is to say that she completes me, the calculated thing is to say that my girl and I are in cooperation/cooperation mode. And that is all because she loves me, and that is all thanks to the internet.

How do you make a woman love you?

Love is a solvable mathematical equation.

Love is polarity: the biological magnetism between natural dominance and natural submission. Shit-tests and game is how that magnetism is felt.

Love is war: show too much weakness and your girl will press on it like she were rubbing salt on an open wound. But show no weakness at all and she will think you are unreal.

Love is her being the wind, howling around you, while you remain steadfast as a rock.

I have an image in my mind of a woman on her knees, looking up at a man. The man raises his hand and slaps her across the face. That is love.

Finally, there is of course the question of how serious you, my dear reader, should take all this talk of love. Experience tells me that my attitude towards women is rarely copied completely. It takes a strange kind of man to boast about the kind of love I boast about, even if anonymous on the internet.

But experience also tells me that, as time goes by, men always agree more with me, never less. Especially now. #metoo is rapidly becoming the symbol of a generation of men completely unable to reason with women. All around me I am seeing wreckages of failed marriages, broken families, divorces… Rampant depression, abuse of pills, suicides, anxieties… It’s so incredibly stupid, so senseless. It’s a complete breakdown of cooperation between the sexes. I refuse to live like that. And if you, dear reader, agree with me even in the slightest, then perhaps we have some common ground after all.

Byzantine privacy laws 3

Final thoughts on the subject.

It probably will not get so bad that you can’t access your own medical file…

… Says the fool. It will very likely get so bad that you can’t access your own medical file, in that it will be such a bureaucratic hassle that you’d rather pull out all your hair than keep trying.

A friend commented that the whole EU privacy law is similar to the cookie laws adapted a few years ago. No one cared, no one still cares, yet everyone in the West loses approximately a day of their life spent clicking the ‘yes I accept cookies’ buttons.

Women tend to take these things very seriously. Very seriously. I suspect part of it is natural female risk aversion, but larger part is shit-testing, by which I mean that women think they find it very important, but in fact they do not, in actuality they care about using societal norms to shit-test every male, which you can only retroactively discover by passing the shit-test and find out that women totally not care about that thing they just said they care so much about. P.J., it is just like women’s supposed hate of rape, which is revealed to be false by women not giving a flying fig about rapeugees. The privacy law version would be something like an alpha male shouting privacy data from rooftops and women giggling about it. Who is man enough?

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This comment by Karl was so good it deserves its own post:

Well, you can’t see your medical file because it contains data of other persons too. There is the name, usally in abbreviated form, of the physician’s assistent who entered data into your file – the physician is not allowed to give away data of his employees. Then there is the name of the physician who made whatever diagnosis that is in your file – he’s probably an employee himself so you can’t have that name. Moreover, the file contains time and place of meetings between you and other persons, namely the physician and his assistants – no business, at least in the EU, is allowed to give you such personal data.

Usually your file contains data of test results which were provided by a third party, say a lab that analysed a sample of your blood. So there is name and adress of that third party, name of a contact person at that third party, and an invoice for the tests they made with your sample. Let’s ignore that the pricing, business address of the lab and the listing of whatever tests they made might be protected know-how and focus simply on the penal low regarding data protection, these additional names are also privacy protected data which the recipient (i.e. your physician) must not disclose.

There is still a legal way for you to get your medical file. You have to need it in a professional capacity, i.e you are a physician yourself, and are willing to sign a non-disclosure agreement. Of course, then you are handling other people’s data in a professional capacity. So that means you have to have a data protection commissioner (no, for legal reasons, that person can’t be yourself). You have to document how you store such data, for how long, and until when, how you ensure that the data is deleted when it is no longer needed, etc…

You didn’t request to see your medical file recently, didn’t you?

No, I did not…

Byzantine privacy laws

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Updated privacy policies are all the hype. Makes sense, since Cambridge Analytics used Facebook data to help Trump get elected. The horror!

As societal trust crumbles it becomes difficult to trust strangers. Unfortunate fact about internet life is that it comes with a truckload of mingling strangers. These strangers of course have vested interest in earning your trust, but the nature of anarcho-tyrannical modernity is such that they can’t help but betray your trust.

The coup-complete solution to this problem is to acknowledge that, the moment you hand over your data to a company, your data is in the hands of that company and they may use that data for evil intentions. If you party in someone else’s garden, you play by the rules of that garden’s owner. Don’t trust the company, don’t share your data. As simple as that.

The coup-incomplete solution is to give the impression you’re solving the problem without solving the problem. Say you’re really sorry and it will never happen again.

How to assure people it will never happen again?

By publishing monstrous documents detailing every possible situation with every possible piece of data. No one reads them, no one fully understands them, but you show everyone you’re taking this very seriously!

Paraphrasing burn the bureaucracy:

The purpose of bureaucracy is not efficiency, it is compensating a lack of trust. Compare the 1787 American constitution (8000 words) with the 2010 Affordable Care Act (360.000 words). Lifelong friends need only a few words to understand one another. Lifelong strangers demand a multi-thousand word contract be set-up so they can’t be screwed over.

The irony is of course that people will be screwed over despite multi-thousand word contracts. It is a Jimian truth that if a company very loudly shouts that your data is safe with them, it is obvious that your data is totally not safe with them. Considering that all companies are shouting very loudly that your data is safe with them, this does not bode well for the future.

In practice, whatever problems the byzantine policies and laws solve in terms of public anxiety, they create in terms of shifting the focus from Getting Things Done to Please Don’t Sue Me. I’ll wait for the moment where I request to see my medical file but the doctor refuses because doing so would be against privacy laws.