Category Archives: Women

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!’