Category Archives: Women

This 1 Secret About Women Will Blow Your Mind…!

So what are the biggest blogs on the dissident right? Sticking to those that regularly receive over 100 comments per post: Heartiste, Dalrock, Rollo Tomassi, Jim. What do all these blogs have in common? They all offer you advice on how to deal with women. Even at Jim’s blog, who likes to repeat that he is not a PUA blog, one can not help but notice that the PUA posts consistently get most comments.

Isn’t that funny? So much stuff in the world to write about, but the stuff males care about most is how to deal with women. Goddamn women.

Well, it’s what right-wing males care about at least. Left-wing writers aren’t really into the PUA stuff, instead they sell memes for raising your intellectual status in general, e.g. if you read the latest Scott Alexander you can go to parties, raise your eyebrows ever so slightly and tell people: ‘why yes, the research shows that liberals are more trusting of people while conservatives are less trusting, which explains everything. Liberals are hopeful, conservatives are cynics, hmmmm yes.‘ (Preferably you do so while twirling around an olive in a martini glass. Afterwards bend over to smell own farts.)

But back to dealing with women. Lots of men have trouble dealing with women. This makes sense: women and men are in a never-ending evolutionary race, where the man evolves new techniques to plant his seed in woman’s womb, while woman evolves new techniques to ensure only the strongest man plants his seed in her womb. Think of ducks: male ducks have grown long corkscrew penises to rape female ducks, female ducks in return have grown long vagina mazes to resist insemination by weak corkscrew penises.

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Ah the beauty of nature

It is quite similar with humans. The man invades, the woman pushes back on the invasion for purpose of testing its strength. If the invasion is weak, the woman repels the invader, is in fact repulsed by the fact that said invader ever set foot on her womanly territory. However, if the invasion is strong, the woman’s defences crumbles and she loves the invader for making her defences crumble.

Thus the dualistic nature of woman: bitches towards men they perceive as weak, loving towards men they perceive as strong. And always testing, al-ways testing.

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Permanent shit-test face

I want to shortly revisit Judith Sargentini because I feel it cuts to the essence of leftist psychology.

Take a look at this clip. It’s in Dutch but here that is actually a bonus because her words are a distraction. Focus on her body language.

Her expression is what I’d call a Permanent Shit-Test Face. It is a returning feature in leftist women. As a man you instinctively want to slap her in the face. And subconsciously she knows it, she actually asks for it. She is actively challenging the men in her direct environment, knowing she is protected, that men are not allowed to put her in her place. ‘Challenge me, I dare you’, she says, ‘C’mon, I know you want to. See what happens. You racist sexist pig.’

She sub-communicates disloyalty towards the men in her tribe. She is allying with far to destroy near. It’s Dunbar feminism.

Thus, when as a Dutch male you so much as look at her wrongly, she will accuse you of raping her. Similarly, when a Syrian refugee actually rapes her, she will applaud his will to stand up for himself. Those in her genetic tribe are not allowed to pass her shit-tests. Those outside her genetic tribe are allowed, are even encouraged to pass her shit-tests.

 

#Instacop

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Heeey guys whats up Dutch young policewoman here! I’ve started an Instaccount to keep you guys updated on my work as a proud cop upholding the law!

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So this is me rolling out with the boys to catch bad guys… #exciting!

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This is me with my female colleague… She’s so tough, lol! #powerwomen #strongandindependent #sopretty

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Who said working with the police had to be serious all the time? Sometimes we have so much fun! #silly #goodbyedearcolleague

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OMG so cute. #pwetty #afternooncoffee

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Check me out giving a (friendly) punch to this Moroccon kickboxer! Lol he’s so strong but I can take him! #whoruntheworld #girls #photomoment #instacop

 

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An emancipated society is a dying society

Today I meandered through a local bookshop. Among books on display were such pearls as ‘Emmanuel Macron: Revolution!’, ‘Angela Merkel: My Struggle’ and ‘Goldman Sachs: We’re In This Together Goys’. An hour later, whilst enjoying the sun and sipping on some freshly squeezed orange juice, I suddenly realised that the war for modernity is lost. It’s over, was over before we were even born. As a society we have simply conceded too much ground. I mean, here we are, defending president Trump for being a president, defending Sheriff Joe for being a sheriff, defending historical figures for being historical figures…  It is nonsensical. It’s like Milton fighting for his stapler.

I am reminded of a story about a fight between Li Zhisui, Mao Zedong’s physician, and Jian Qing, Mao’s wife. Jian Qing, who was a horrible bitch, hated Li pretty much on account of him being a competent doctor. In her defence, Mao had not boned her in years, in fact screwed an entire harem of women on the side in part. Still, some people by nature are petty and spiteful and it seems Jian Qing belonged in this category.

At first Jian had no role of importance in communist China. But as years passed Mao needed more loyalists in his fight against political competitors so he promoted his wife Jian Qing to a prominent position. Jian Qing took great liking to her new power and started using it against people she disliked.

During the Cultural Revolution Jian Qing developed a tooth ache. She demanded Li Zhisui take a look at it. Li, being a doctor and not a dentist, flew in 2 acclaimed dentists who diagnosed her with an infected molar, tested for allergies and injected her with an anti-biotic. However, after half an hour, Jian Qing became hysterical. She was itching everywhere, shouted for help, shouted she was poisoned. Doctor Li was rushed in and examined her. He found no signs of rash, no change in pulse, not a single sign of irritation. But it did not matter: Jian Qing accused doctor Li of poisoning the chairman’s wife. She in fact went so far as to make the dentists sign a form in which they confessed that Li Zhisui made them use a poison. With Mao unwilling and unable to stick out his neck, Li was forced into hiding.

In Li’s absence Jian Qing demanded that laboratory scientists confirm the poisonous nature of the antibiotic. When the results showed no traces of poison she became very angry and demanded the scientists change their conclusions (or else..). Luckily Li’s superior, Wang Dongxing, fearing for his own life, ensured that the laboratory did not change its conclusion. After two months, Li Zhisui could come out of hiding.

The moral of the story is that we on the right are like Li Zhisui, set-up and accused of vile lies by spiteful leftists who want to see the world burn and in fact will live to see the world burn. Western society is too infected with leftism for the tide to be turned. The easiest metric for this is emancipation: if women are emancipated it means men have failed women’s shit-test. If men have failed women’s shit-test, women refuse to be wives and mothers. If women refuse to be wives and mothers, men refuse to defend and maintain society. If men refuse to defend and maintain society, society will fall apart and be plundered by outsiders.

Like the emancipated Jian Qing demanded the death of her doctor on grounds of him being a doctor, emancipated women demand the death of their men on ground of them being men.

We can not save this dying carcass. NRx is correct – the only way forward is to build new, parallel institutions, as far to the right as possible.

Female id speaking through the radio

So today I turn on the radio. First song:

“I might hate myself tomorrow
but I’m on my way tonight
at the bottom of the bottle
you’re the poison in the wine”

Ah ok a song about a girl who can’t help herself banging a badboy. How depressing. I switch radio station. Another song comes on:

1. Don’t pick up the phone, you know he’s only calling cos he’s drunk and alone
2. Don’t let him in, you have to kick him out again
3. Don’t be his friend, you know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
And if you’re under him, you ain’t getting over him”

Yeah I’ll put 100 bucks saying she is going to break her rules. I give the radio one more shot:

“After three, after four times
Why did I bother?
Tell me how many more times
Does it take to get smarter?”

The answer to that question is: probably well into your thirties. I turn off the radio. [1]

Really you could spend a book analysing the female id through modern music, but the baseline is rather obvious: emancipation has turned women into sluts and even though they hate themselves for banging a never-ending line of badboys they just can’t help themselves. Women need a strong male hand and in the absence of such a hand search for an even stronger, more abusive hand.

From an evolutionary perspective, current female behaviour is a logical response the breakdown of Western civilisation: if the civilisation-cart is falling apart, women have no incentive to bang the losers pulling said cart. Better to jump ship and bang outlaws, because outlaw-kids have a better chance of surviving in a collapsing society.

So in this sense women are ahead of the curve. Civilisation is defecting on them, so they are defecting on civilisation harder. Thus correcting female behaviour on a societal level is a coup-compete problem: need to reinstate patriarchy.

A problem is of course that female misbehavior further accelerates the downfall. Reuse sticky tape too often and it loses its stickiness. A woman who has passed the point of 20 dicks, 5 tattoos, 2 STDs and 1 abortion is a woman ready for a lifetime subscription of anti-depressants. High anxiety, low joy of life. And Western civ is breeding multiple generations of these women. #Sad.

 

[1] Ok actually I already turned off the radio after the 2nd song, but the 3rd song fits the theme well no?

Game is awesome

Sometimes we get so caught up in being bad that we forget how good it is to be bad.

Used to be I was clueless in dealing with women. Then I learned game from men like Roosh, Krauser, Rollo Tomassi, Mark Manson, Heartiste and Jim. And now I simply know how to deal with women.

Krauser once tweeted: once you learn game you start loving women for the same stuff you used to hate them for. I’ve found this to be completely true. I used to resent women for their whimsical nature, their unpredictability, their completely different way of filtering reality. Now I love them for it.

Dealing with women has become easy, because women naturally defer to a strong man. A good woman wants to make a bad man happy. They want to treat you in the way that you want to be treated. You just need to steer her in the right direction. Once you know how to do this, women simply stop being a problem in your life. 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one, as simple as that.

Much can be said about keeping a woman. Per Jim, it is difficult to explain the right method in words, because people differ and are apt to misinterpret your advice. You need to capture the spirit of keeping a woman; it is like keeping a dog, except that she is not a dog, she is a woman.

(A dog needs a bone, a woman needs to be boned)

Women need the man of steel and velvet. The man of steel part is creating the sandbox for her to play in. Your world, your rules. She wants to know that the buck stops with you, which is why it’s so important you tell her ‘no’ every so often. Then there’s the man of velvet part. Women need tender love and affection; it seems you can’t tell them often enough how proud you are of them. I know I am still surprised by the amount of cuddling my woman needs.

Game is not some full-proof method to completely control your woman. Women create drama, it’s what they naturally do. But game allows you to deal with their drama, allows you to exert just the right amount of control over the situation so as to steer it in the optimal direction. At any rate that is what game has done for me. And I know my woman loves me for it. Game is awesome.

All woman ever argues is that more men should consider her hot

It is silly to discuss worldly affairs with women.

Whenever a woman argues for anything her main thrust never changes: she finds that, in a saner society, she should be considered hotter than she currently is.

Women, although less expendable than men, find themselves possessions of men, and in fact immensely enjoy being possessed by men, preferably the strongest and sexiest men. But she knows her status as a treasured possession hinges on her being hot enough for her man: if it goes up, it goes in, but it has to go up in order to go in. Sex, after all, is the ultimate arbiter of love. This obsesses women to no end. As this poet of whom I only know 1 quote once said: “man’s love is of man’s life a thing apart; ‘Tis woman’s whole existence.” And so it is.

A woman’s mind is centred around her need to be taken, each and every day anew.

If she is not yet taken, she searches for a man strong enough to take her and provokes men into taking her.

If she is taken, she wonders if she could be taken better and alternatively fears that she will be untaken.

In either case her assessment of the situation will always be the same: ‘I should be considered hotter than I currently am.’

Thus, when feminists complain of oppression and slut-shaming, all they say is: ‘I have banged hundreds of men and should not be seen as ugly for it. Consider me hot!’

When ex-feminist Laci Green talks about taking the red pill, all she is saying is: ‘Well whaddyaknow, the pool of sexy men is greater on this side of the internet. Consider me hot!’

And when Alt-Right women like Britanny Pettibone and Lauren Southern fill podcasts with talk about saving Western civilisation, all they say is: ‘the thought of a strong shitlord moistens my panties. Consider me hot!’