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Alabama Special Election Dec 12th, 2017 Roy Moore vs Doug Jones.
I did not post this thread to comment on any endorsements or accusations dealing with the candidates. I only post about the election itself.
So far from reports on the ground there has been heavy voter turn out, including areas that historically support Roy Moore: https://twitter.com/DuaneRankin/status/940675006551519232 (Link only mentions turnout.)
Turn out numbers and where voters are voting is important. Because Republican break late on voting due to many Republicans waiting until the get off of work from 5:00 PM to 6:00 PM.
If Republicans voting in large numbers early, this only adds to the bulk of Republicans which vote later in the day.
In other news related to this, the Democrats are already calling foul on Alabama’s Vote ID laws, which prevent the Democrats from doing much of their usual cheating: http://www.thegatewaypundit.com/2017/12/alabama-democrats-already-crying-cant-steal-senate-election-voter-id-laws/
What concerns me is that the Alabama Secretary of State has stated he expects only to see a low turnout of 25%: https://twitter.com/cdallasWHNT/status/940670980590063618
Ground reports on twitter report otherwise.
Also, a judge today allow Alabama to destroy the digital voting records: http://www.al.com/news/index.ssf/2017/12/in_final-hour_order_court_rule.html
From all this I can guess that Roy Moore will likely win. Still, there is a chance that the vote will be rigged for Doug Jones.
In addition, there are other ways those opposing Roy Moore might try to prevent him from being a U.S. Senator even if he wins this election.
Should Roy Moore win, the Democrats alreay look to be gearing up to try to fight the election results by likely trying to have federal judge invalidate the special election results on the grounds that Voter ID laws are racist.
Also, the Rinos in the Senate have already stated they plan to trying to throw Roy Moore out if he wins this elections.
This is going to be a long fight which will not end when the election results come in tonight.
Topic: Lurker no more.
Gents, a big hello to you all – the creator(s) of the site, the registered users and bystanders.
I have lurked enough these past couple of weeks, having discovered the site by accident.
It has brought me a mix of feelings, of comfort to realize I am not alone and never will be again, and pain for revisiting what I call my untold story.
The biggest emotion I have slowly embraced is one of hope. Hope for me, hope for others.
This post is my introduction, the narrative of my success, my failure if I were to believe the standard that society expects, and ultimately (and the reason for taking the time to write it) as an extreme warning to lurkers, people on the fence, the curious and the critics of those who have decided to go their own way.
I am not a writer yet will attempt to keep a semblance of order to what follows, nor have I ever in my life considered adding my voice to something like this, in the public space.
I have had enough of the BS that permeates throughout what passes as life today. I don’t say this out of desperation or as an attempt for attention or pity.
I speak as a man who believed in it all. Family, kids, the Mc Mansion, the cars, the vacations and everything else.
Before I continue, I will be clear on some things –
My story is simply my story. You will find while it is unique to me, it is NOT unique with many, many commonalities to stories already shared.
My journey to today has taken years. Yes, years of struggle, despair and disbelief at the harsh realizations I found to be true.
While I want to be short and sweet, I cannot be so if I’m to be truthful with all of you.
For the lurkers, who like me visit and read the forums etc., I ask this of you – share your story, if even only bullet points. I ask this of you for a couple of reasons. Firstly, it may be the healthiest thing you could do to get it off your chest if you do not have someone to share it with. Secondly, the only way for MGTOW to grow properly is organic, for that to happen more men need to come forward with their stories. Enough is enough.
Finally, to be clear, my story as I share here has evolved over roughly 5 years. During this time, I have lost my successful business because of rumors, been verbally accosted in public because of rumors, have financially struggled (still do), have swallowed my pride and on occasion consulted with a counsellor for my mental health, been incarcerated (because of rumors/lies and white knight cops), almost been deported back to my country of birth because of a lie in family court, it goes on.
Some points I will have to remain vague to remain somewhat anonymous, beware of possible triggering for those of you who have been demonized. So, grab a beverage, some popcorn and enjoy…
As indicated above, I’m in the usa but hail from Europe. English is my first language.
Until 2 weeks ago, I was lonely. Not lonely for a warm body beside me, but for any likeminded individual who might actually feel the way I feel. Folks, I’m not dumb, nor am I the smartest cookie, but since before my life was sucked into a vacuum I was questioning everything.
Questioning my marriage, whether to have kids, my career, my possessions, my friends, my acquaintances, my family, my house, everything.
Actually, not true. I never questioned my dog. The one constant in my story – albeit with a forced separation of over a year. More on that later.
I arrived in the usa about 10 years ago with a wife. And yes, I believed I was safe. And truthfully at that time I was. She was then an honest woman, supportive and worked.
Read that again folks, and realize after everything I’ve been through I still say I was safe. That was the reality I lived, I had someone, was doing all expected of me, as was she. Shared common goals and dreams with a plan to make it all happen, including the huge effort and expense of emigrating to this country.
Read that again, because this is the same person who attempted to not just ruin me emotionally and financially. Add to that an attempt to have me incarcerated and deported. I surely wish I was kidding.
Understand I feel nothing for this creature. No anger, no love. Not even pity. I have worked on myself to reach this point of acceptance. I tell you now it is liberating.
Liberating to know I made it this far, I’m still here, liberating to know I am among many men who will accept me for who I have become.
Having found this site, I finally feel as if peace and calmness is now ready to embrace me.
My story begins with suspicions of infidelity based on different patterns of behavior etc. Seeking advice online, I found a forum (not this one) and it cemented for me that I was not crazy, the circumstances warranted investigating further. Meantime an “innocent” statement is made by the unicorn that sends me into hyper awareness mode and full-time paranoia.
Suspicions confirmed, an agreement is made not to involve attorneys. During this time, I am stealthily making preparations to protect myself with documents, cash and a var. Thank Christ I did. If I never understood the term pussy pass before, I would soon find out.
All dialogue and agreements were a charade. Police called because I invaded her space – I knocked on bedroom door to ask a question. Yes, a simple question. No arrest because I had recorder on me.
A day later, the comfort of my home was to be invaded swiftly again while I was in solitude enjoying peace and quiet accepting I now had to forge a new future for myself. Cue the arrival as the siege of my property began. I expected a deputy with documents. No, I got the full service of several officers.
I’m informed I have 10 minutes, no dialogue with the unicorn (who now has been promoted to evil queen and is in complete victim mode), to be escorted by officers at all times – in my own home. I take no pleasure in telling you I was treated like a criminal, and I say that as someone who is very thick skinned and not easily threatened.
I must remain vague here. I get my go bag. No weapons. Cash is hastily grabbed. I’m sweating. I can already see my future. It’s upsetting. Yes, I cried. I cried hard. Not for the situation, the loss of a previous best friend, a wife, a house. No, I cried for my true best friend. I cried for my dog. I wouldn’t see him for 2 weeks, when I could clear my name and reputation and fight this in court. I knew I was about to spiral for at least a week, and needed solitude.
I spent the night driving. Thinking. Planning. To this day I only recall going to familiar places we lived, everything after that is a blur. I am sure I ran every emotion that night.
I had a 2 week wait for court to get back in the house. I decided I didn’t want back in but still went to court to clear my name. The big lie is told that I broke the order and was in the house and making threats, told with such enthusiasm and zest that males and females alike look at me with expressions of disgust and hatred. Yet I have a witness, who clears me without doubt, everything is verifiable AND is verified while in court. Thus, perjury has been committed in court. Guilty you say? No, judge didn’t even blink. 5 minutes previous I was headed to jail, now its let’s move on. Yep, this happened. I admit to using a var in car, almost teasing the judge to put me in a cell, was respectable but still nfg. Despite having documents to show ownership, dog is to stay at house?
I leave that courtroom a free man, and grateful to be so, and shaken by the knowledge that while my life is unravelling I am both growing and having my eyes further opened. I actively pursue to get my dog legally to no avail. The system is biased.
I also steadfastly believed it couldn’t get any worse. Yeah when you challenge the universe like that it always accepts.
At this point I am already losing my business, have had a couple of run ins publicly with “friends/acquaintances “where I’m called everything except a rapist and murderer. People that visited my house, broke bread with me, I found employment for. I am also, in an effort to save cash, sleeping in my car, sometimes a companion’s bed as I am now headed down a rabbit hole of complete debauchery. Much like a freed caged animal, I am in full sexual abandon with NFG. I’m drinking, and experimenting with other substances. As I reflect on that I knew what I was doing for the most part, the release from years of playing it safe and pent up frustration. I wasn’t much of a drinker to this point nor had I ever done drugs. Amazingly, not least because of looks or accent, the discovery of behaving like what I now know to be called “chad” was far too easy. There was no more mystery with women. However, I had rules, and never lied. My last tryst however was the biggest red pill of the opposite sex. In the company of said female, after our activities it was divulged that she was married. She lied to me. Look I messed around, but not this way. This was the rule I was NEVER willing to break. Yes, I told the guy. I met him, sat with him and asked for forgiveness. He decided to be cucked, that she was worth it, and their faith would get them through it.
Remember I said it couldn’t get any worse. It could but thanks for playing. My crime was sleeping in my car – vagrancy. I was smart enough not to go nuclear as the other cruiser unknown to be was another white knight cop, and they had an itch for damsels in distress. This was to be a recurring theme, hassle from these 2. Random traffic stops. Random searches etc.
I was detained and incarcerated overnight at the officer’s discretion for fear of my safety from the elements. Yeah guess it was cold night. WTF? How the absolute f%^$ can this s~~~ be allowed to happen. On release I was “encouraged” to leave the county.
Mediation before family court for divorce was a joke. The system is rigged. The mangina didn’t give 2 f~~~s.
Court even better and I’ve managed to get quick hearing. Division of possessions, vehicles etc. And the dog. Have the paperwork of ownership, proof that I have somewhere to live, small income. Feeling confident I will get him.
I declare she is pregnant and request of the court to document it that unless it’s the second coming of Christ, it isn’t mine. Because I know chad moved in 2 days after I was removed from the house. He even got to wear my clothes, how nice for him to enjoy my luxuries including my home theatre and other vehicle.
Divorce decree I got off lightly. Seriously. I had f#$@ all income at this point. So, no alimony of any type. We pay our own outstanding debts. I will quit claim deed the house, and amazingly, it is in the decree that a child conceived during the separation is not mine. I swear seeing that in writing was amazing. Why? Because while not mine, I could have been on the hook financially for it, it was not yet born. That’s how messed up the system is.
I’m devastated to read the dog is to stay with her, as the house is the only home he has known. Really? I have documents of ownership, I kept up the insurance, had food delivered every month and have proof from the vet he’s behind on screenings and shots, and you think this is best for him. I’m aware he isn’t being walked but can’t prove it. I eventually get him back from her at a cost. His health is down and has gained significant weight, is obese. Takes him a while to accept me again. Rage boils every time I think back on that. I have no respect for any human that treats animals like this, none.
To anyone who has been divorced with kids, I have no words. I only had a dog and it almost destroyed me to be separated from him. The thought of a child or children, I don’t know what I would do.
I have worked hard on myself, to rebuild. I’m not a quitter but the above, and stuff I’m leaving out, has taken a toll. Despite the tone of this story I always maintained a positive attitude and my humor. I recently went back to the field I had my business in, and found I’m still treated with disdain. Understand I was more than successful, I had it all, was respected and revered. Seems even when they know they were wrong they don’t like to admit it or make amends, man and woman alike. So, I am now endeavoring to enter another filed. I cannot work for someone, whether it be a corporation or the like, the system. I’m done with that. My strength is my determination, my only regret is it took me this long to get to this point, yet I am now the best version of myself mentally. Next will be to get back in shape physically, my health has suffered but is improving.
As for my ex, I can honestly say the date of my extraction from my own house is etched forever in my memory, and from that day I never again cared for her. Time has been unkind, she most definitely hit the wall, and hard. She now has that vapid, empty thousand-yard stare to her, a hallow cavity of a woman. Her health took a serious downturn with a permanent illness that limits her mobility and day to day activities. I take no pleasure in that. She is now also a single mother, the chad flew the coop, he also took her for a lot of money, and she is now on her 3rd remortgage.
I feel no anger, pity or anything for her. While I write all this my emotions are flooding back and I find myself passive. It’s simply a chapter of my life now almost complete. I will continue to grow, and live happy determined to once again be a success as I deem success to be, not societies version, and not a woman’s.
By mgtow standards, I guess I am monk. I have had no physical interaction since 2015. I’m fine with that. Will I engage again, maybe? However never again will I have a “girlfriend”, wife or cohabitate. It is not worth it. I don’t have much financially, but I have energy and a willingness to work for what I want to achieve. I am not a victim, I am a survivor destined to be another statistic.
Some additional comments, etc. especially for lurkers;
To anyone contemplating or experiencing a divorce, I offer this – think long game. Protect yourself with a voice activated recorder, if not a bodycam, I’m not an attorney so check the laws local to you. Yes, I stood in court and admitted to using one and have no regrets, because having read threads here on rape accusations, I have no doubt I could have been a statistic if I returned to that house. In this way, I was lucky. As I was also lucky in my sexcapades to not have had a pregnancy, std’s or false accusation. Visit every single divorce attorney in a 20-mile radius, first consult, for free. They cannot represent her this way. Document every single thing, and if separated – get off the phone, email or text when possible. If short on cash, get advice and represent yourself, know the procedures to enter evidence etc. the judge will not help you here, they can’t.
To anyone experiencing or experienced with infidelity, it is never about you, remember that. Never. It’s genetics at work, base root narcissism and more. You will experience lies, gas lighting, paranoia and depression. You will read published authors of big standing in an industry that is gamed for women, against men, becoming convinced that your choice of women is to blame, that your behavior/lack of certain behavior with a partner is to blame, that you should forgive and forget, that you are a codependent. IT. IS. ALL. LIES. Every bit of it lies. See as men, we accept responsibility easily when we f~~~ up, and that is played on. Women make such outstanding “victims” as they refuse to take responsibility when called on their actions.
NAWALT – yes they indeed are. Are their exceptions, possibly but not of any recent generation.
Male friends – If you can help, help. Have boundaries because they have to want to help themselves first.
Sex – don’t stick it in crazy. From a guy with 2 stalkers later. Sex is NEVER free, always a cost.
Divorce Attorneys – Scum, the only ones who win every time.
Violence / Revenge – it’s not worth it. There’s an art to it, and if not enough time has passed you will mess it up. Leave them be, they have a way of messing it up themselves.
Groups – divorce groups etc., maybe worth it, for me no. I went, but really it doesn’t help s~~~’s depressing.
Sex Addiction – I laughed many, many years ago when I heard this was to become a recognized addiction. But speaking from my own experience and that of women I encountered, indeed it is. FYI – women are worse than men, another lie, because we can’t know the true nature of women getting out into society, can we?I hope to add value to the group when and where I can and repeat that I am happy to have found it.
I no longer view society how I was taught from a young age. I never watched t.v. , always read or got off my ass and travelled, experienced things first hand. Looking around me each day if I’m out, I can only sigh a small sigh as swallowing my daily red pills is still painful. Single moms, land whales, fat positive, simps, manginas my goodness they all have titles.
If I had the power, heck I’d be tempted to press the red button.
I don’t hate women, I wish them well and do not engage unless I have to. To that end, while I have a strong distaste for simps/manginas, if they keep the women away from the rest of us have at it.
There is no longer any mystery to women for me. I was led to believe they don’t know what they want. WRONG. They know exactly what they want. They want your money. Want proof?
I asked my ex, why did you move countries with me if you were so unhappy with me all that time ago? Because of money, yep she admitted it. I was a strong provider.I am now in my forties. I always thought I would have kids, but no longer regret that. When finances improve, vasectomy. No doubts at all.
This has been my journey, with lots omitted. Crazy stories, funny titbits, awesome experiences.
But they pale in comparison to the cesspool of raw emotions women, not just my ex-wife, have put me through in my life.
I have been on 2 occasions extremely successful – 7 figures. Hopefully third time the charm and all that. But I am not distracted by money, possessions or the like. I could happily live in the woods, live off all that nature might provide. I don’t do social media, read the news, or watch TV. I was an avid fan of movies, it was an easy escape for me, however the more red pills I take the more p~~~ed I got at them, with the lies and shams they have become.
For women reading this, girls it’s over.
You have before you a man’s man, tough when it counts, yet soft and gentle with a woman’s heart who believed in prince charming, the castle and glass slipper.
Of being a provider, of languishing every luxury and gifts upon the gentle sex.
Of being a gentleman in public, a beast in bed, and a nurse when sick.
Of keeping a kept house, carrying our weight with laundry, sumptuous dinners of the finest quality ingredients. The latest and greatest vehicle in the sweeping driveway of the large house glamorously furnished that it would be appropriate in a designer magazine.
Of accepting your family, your friends and supporting them emotionally and financially.
We, the men, did all this and more. All we wanted was the occasional blowjob and a kiss and a cuddle. You went right ahead and f~~~ed it all up.
The truth is out there, but it isn’t aliens, it’s the truth of what feminism now represents, what girls’ night out are truly for, what stay at home moms really intend to do with their day while we are away slaving to keep your entitled butts in luxury. What the hive mind thinks, feels and encourages.
A comparison on the above, stay with me here – gay marriage. I have friends who are gay. I told them heck you might as well be miserable like the rest of us. Now look at the hive when it comes to divorce, you think it’s any different? All your friends divorced/divorcing, you think they want you happy? Don’t kid yourself. You know you compare yourself to them, and they to you. The hive always infects.
To the lurker I say this. Be grateful if you find this site before it’s too late. And remember if you have a partner or wife, it’s just your turn.
To the critics reading this I say to you, genuinely and respectfully, look around you. Really, look. Open your damn eyes, whether you’re a male or a female. Do you remember a time people gave a s~~~ for others, the kindness of strangers, when a man could help a child who fell off their bike etc.? When a man actually held a door for a woman and felt good about it, because that was expected of him, he knew this and was fine with it. Now, that same man, not only won’t hold that door open, he won’t look at the woman because of a four-letter word. FEAR.
1 phone call. 1 phone call. 1 phone call. That’s all it takes now. No evidence, no witnesses, lie in court with the full knowledge if one commits perjury there are no ramifications. The pussy pass.
Sexual liberation is not what you think it is critics. It’s back to victimization and refusal to accept responsibility for one’s actions like an adult. You call it slut shaming, and are incorrect. It’s calling a spade a spade. The fact it is now encouraged by the media for a woman to have as much experience as they want, I completely agree with you. Free choice and all that. But hopping on that carousal while waiting on the beta prince, well no that can’t work. Who would want a used-up woman who has no respect for herself? Because face it, if someone (talking about both sexes here) has respect themselves enough, they don’t engage in such behavior over an extended period of time. You can phrase it however you like, yes men are bothered by how many she’s had, but we are more bothered when we learn they were mostly one nighters, without protection etc. That’s a gas tank of danger to a man, who having become successful enough to actually get the attention of a female is now expected to want that? No.
Add onto this the false accusations, false paternities and more, ask yourselves, why would be bother? We’re not virgins, hopeless or depressed.
We are the awakened. We are MGTOW.
We are the awakened. We are MGTOW
Don’t ever have children. I have a 20 year old son that I love and would do anything for but know that he was a mistake. Don’t give a woman your children. Fighting my ex to be in his life cost me all my money, my savings, my house and my car.
The only thing left me was my retirement and 401K (rock on!).
I have been a fathers rights advocate for more years than my son is born and he is 20. We like to down ride the MRA’s but one faction, the ‘Fathers Rights Group’ has made incredible progress to defeat the position of the National Organization of Women that they are against shared parenting.
NOW has gone full out for custody of kids going only to the mother. Still, in Florida it took a veto from the Gov.to stop the bill.
In other states bills are moving forward rapidly to make shared custody the default on temporary custody orders, the ones that become concrete at the time of trial.
20 states are now considering custody reform in favor of shared custody. Even the DSM has come out with parental alienation being a mental disorder.
By Michael Alison Chandler December 11 at 8:04 PM
The every-other-weekend dad, born from two generations of soaring divorce rates, was once a conventional part of American culture. In recent years, more couples have been agreeing to parent after divorce as they did in marriage: collaboratively.
Now lawmakers are accelerating this trend toward co-parenting, with legislatures in more than 20 states this year considering bills that would encourage shared parenting or make it a legal presumption — even when parents disagree.
Kentucky this year passed a law to make joint physical custody and equal parenting time standard for temporary orders while a divorce is being finalized. Florida’s legislature overwhelmingly approved a bill last year to presume equal time for child custody plans, but it was vetoed by the governor. And in Michigan, lawmakers are considering a bill that would make equal parenting time the starting point for custody decisions.
I wrote out everything I wanted to say in my intro and it was over 25 pages long. Just too much, so I pared it down to focus on the second most painful event in my life. The most painful was the Death of the Soulmate Delusion. But, it just takes too much space to cover that epic red pill.
So, here we go. I’ve been lurking in various MGTOW themed area for years. Never intended to talk about this stuff. But with everything going on in the world, I felt it was time to own my MGTOW story. And hopefully help some poor sucker avoid the pain and suffering so many of us are going thru.
What’s in a Name?
My spiritual explorations are the main path for how I travel my own way. So naturally it colors everything I do. If during the course of this narrative you are wondering why in the hell I chose to do something, it probably has to do with spiritual beliefs I’m skipping over. Expansion of consciousness and self-development are key components to the man I want to be.Vajra is a Sanskrit term for Thunderbolt and Diamond.
Varaha is the name of an Avatar of Vishnu that literally pulled the world out of the waters of chaos.
Wikipedia the names if you want to go more in depth.The definition of my chosen name is:
1. The indestructible fully awakened mind of enlightenment which is like thunder and lightning.
2. The more literal interpretation is: The rock hard diamond c~~~ of the wild boar god. :-).
Remember boys, be a divine dick! God told you to. Save your world! #V2
So here we go…f~~~ once upon a time. This ain’t no fairy tale.I grew up in a hillbilly small town in Appalachia. Dad was from the wrong side of the tracks and mom was about the same. I was not treated well by the community. Dad was a Viet Nam vet which of course meant he was absent from my childhood due to the demons he was dealing with. Mom filled my head with all sorts of things that I later learned were thought bombs women program us all with, setting us up for some other woman to come along and yank our chain. Thanks mom.
So I was your typical hungry, socially awkward, hard working lower class white male struggling to pull himself up by the boot straps. Being who I was, a nice southern gentleman, abnormally smart, pathologically nice, hardworking, with ethics, meant of course I was never going to get any female attention growing up. Worked my ass off thinking when I got to college things would change. Nope. The high school popularity machine just gets worse since there’s even less adult input. Didn’t matter anyway. I was broke and had to pay for my entire school myself. Even went a little malnourished at one point and my hair fell out for awhile. I earned an EMT certification and a real estate license I was so hungry to succeed WHILE attending college for Biology/Pre-med with lets just say a lot more thrown in. There were years where I worked at night, school in the daytime, with 4 hours of sleep except when I could catch up on my single day off. No time for socialization. I was going to make something of myself. Idiot.
So my brilliant, hardworking, lonely ass got accepted to med school. Had prepared so well as an undergrad I sailed thru the book work. I actually had more time on my hands than when I was an undergrad. Still no female interest. I can’t believe the stories I am skipping over here to save space. Got to my third year of med school where we start rotating in hospitals. At the same time I finally got my first girlfriend, had my first kiss, and lost my virginity all in rapid succession. I was about 25. She was a fairly intelligent woman studying architecture. I did every typical nice guy, white knight, Capn’ Save a Ho routine known to man because I just didn’t know any better. She worked as a brand representative for electronics companies. She drove a new car, had new clothes, a pair of implants, and a 10k diamond ring. While my brain was going “hey something ain’t right here” and “what does she expect from me with all this?”, I plunged ahead just being ecstatic to no longer be single. Never did figure out how she was paying for all that stuff. Doesn’t matter, I was soon to experience the Apocalypse.
My first few clinical months were under a great male family doc. I was wildly successful and grew in confidence. I wasn’t single. Things were great. Then I went to my first hospital rotation. My attending was a femi-nazi C~~~. But being the dutiful med student I followed my orders to the letter. She felt medicine had failed women focusing too much on the men. So she ordered every doc under her to perform full head to toe textbook physical exams on women. No skipping parts. So I was sent to see this woman who had been admitted with severe abdominal pain. Did exactly as I was instructed. The ER doc, Internal medicine doc, an OB/GYN, and at least 3 interns/residents all said she had Pelvic Inflammatory Disease. Which is when untreated STD’s spread into a woman’s abdomen. Me, the dumbass med student, found all the classic signs for acute appendicitis. I was so excited that I had just found something everyone else missed, I wasn’t thinking of protecting myself and performed the breast exam and genital exam (external not internal) and forgot to call in a witness. The next day, I reported my findings to my team. She had an emergency CT Scan and immediate surgery that saved her life. I was right. It was the first and last time I was ever proud about being a doctor.
The head doc of the hospital comes walking down the hall with one of our female interns in tow. I’ll never forget the s~~~ eating grin on her face. I was summoned to the admin department to find the head nurse of the hospital there as well. With a tape recorder. Of course, Im young, naive but had this horrible feeling I was about to get hurt. Turns out she filed a complaint stating I made her “uncomfortable.” They asked me to give my version of things. They declined to answer any of my questions and walked me out of the hospital. The wheels are spinning in my head and I came to the conclusion I was being hung out to dry. They didn’t care how it made me look, being walked out of the hospital. The next day, after zero sleep I went and found my dean. And the Twin Towers fell and my girlfriend was on a plane. Found out later she was fine but add that little gem to my day. Told him the entire story and man to man he looked me in the eyes and asked if I was guilty of anything. I said no sir. I owe my career to that man. He gave me he benefit of the doubt. Let me continue with school while everything was going to s~~~. And when I say s~~~ I mean, imagine completing med school with all the rumors and gossip flying. Every day was like walking down the Klingon Pain Ritual. The stares, the lies, the games, the persecution. Especially from women. And still having to complete the training to become a doctor. Only thing I was guilty of was doing an excellent job and saving her life.
The lawsuit drug on for two years. She claimed sexual assault. My phones were tapped. Private investigators followed me around. I developed PTSD. I never slept. When I did I had nightmares. Woke up drenched in sweat. Had constant thoughts about going to prison, being raped in prison, being made a sex offender, losing my entire career, you name it, it was a s~~~ show in my head. I was sent on every s~~~ detail known to man in the hospitals.
If there was something or someone no one wanted to deal with, I went. I became incredibly experienced.One of the Chritmas’s I endured rolled around. The girlfriend I mentioned above struggled from the emotional pain I was suffering. She put forth a token effort but looking back I know I was treated like radioactive waste. She was waiting to see if I was viable long term. The support felt faked. We exchanged gifts. I got her a silver business card case and some jewelry with what little money I had. Put a lot of time into it. She got me a teddy bear. AFTER we had exchanged gifts we ended up in a fight. All I remember is the statement “I don’t think you ever loved me.” She said that dead pan, no emotion. It wasn’t spontaneous. It was planned. I told her if she could say that after everything I had done, I didn’t need to be here. I walked out. I skipped over a lot but I got her out of some horrible situations. She didn’t care. A month after I walked, I called her up to talk. Didn’t want to get back together. I just wanted to take a harder look at myself. She said she’d have to ask her boyfriend for permission. I said thanks, you just answered my questions. Awfully fast turnover if she wasn’t cheating…….she became a lawyer. Dodged that bullet at least.
Anyway, the time came for depositions for the lawsuit. She went first. I had been studying law every night before I went to bed. Wish I’d been enrolled somewhere while I did it. Could have picked up an extra degree. For two years every night after my medical work was done, I hit the law books. Except for my dean, everyone else was screwing me. The school lawyer and malpractice attorney wouldn’t talk to me. I had a long talk with my dad and he hired a private attorney at my request. Was the first time I ever felt he was taking care of me. We’ve grown closer over the years because of this. At least there’s that. So I took the radical approach and ignored the lawyers. I asked if I could be present at her deposition. They said it was completely legal but unheard of. I flew across country to attend. By god if this bitch was going to lie about me and ruin my life she was going to do it to my face. In her deposition she was revealed to have done time in jail for meth, that of course she claimed wasn’t hers but her boyfriends. She was found to have filed prior lawsuits against her employers looking for money. And the coup de grace was when she said she had been fantasizing that I must have wanted a relationship with her. With a s~~~ eating grin while she was saying it! The next day her lawyer offered to settle for what was basically his costs. The amount was so low I was told it communicated clearly to everyone it was a nuisance case. I agreed to settle. I knew what happened from my legal studies when you went before a jury. Case like this was a crap shoot for me. Her lawyer knew she was a horrible witness. I wasn’t about to play craps with my future any more. I was terrified the case was going to cause me problems later. It never really did. Oh I have tons more stories about how it affected things. How a doc I knew in residency, who looked like Adonis, was sleeping with patients and using illegal drugs. And because all the women loved him when I turned him in, they turned on me. He went scot free and I suffered for 4 years. But hey years later he lost his license for the same thing I tried to stop. And the lawyer who represented the bitch in my lawsuit lost his license for filing bogus lawsuits. Imagine that. All this was about 17 years ago.
And I went on to go full hermit/monk until I suffered the Death of the Soulmate Delusion. But that’s probably enough for now……..I have so many more stories but it’s the Death of the Soulmate Delusion that is the most painful. It didn’t just destroy what was left of my heart, it took out most of my faith in God as well. That was 10 years ago.
Men, if any of you are new or just looking around from curiosity, take all this very seriously.
It can save you years of pain and suffering. AWALT. There is not one episode where you can ever be safe if you are in a relationship with a woman. I know from personal experience. If you are becoming a doctor, don’t. I can give you hours of lectures on why becoming a doctor in todays world is financial and emotional suicide. Don’t ever trust a nurse. Since the 80’s nursing school has been actively training nurses to be feminists and undermine doctors. Things the corporate world are just now dealing with, we faced decades ago. It’s gotten even worse. You wouldn’t believe what’s coming. Look at the news. It’s coming for you. Don’t be alone with a woman at work. Don’t trust a woman. Not a single one will ever truly care for you. if you ever think to yourself NAWALT, slap yourself. It will be less pain than what you are setting yourself up for. You haven’t found a unicorn!Someday maybe I’ll write about how my soulmate delusion was destroyed. But it takes so much to explain you wouldn’t believe I went thru it.
So, keep the faith men. MGTOW. AWALT.
It’s not #MeToo. It’s #V2. Vajra Varaha. Be indestructible. Be a dick. 🙂

Though many of us have forgotten this unique film, there’s plenty to reflect on especially in the way of mghowesque scenes:
1. The film opens with Costner alone on his boat, going his own way, carving out his own existence. MGTOW FTW
2. He attempts trading with some folks who turn on him. He is placed in a cage and set to be executed. Now enters the useless woman of the film who needs him as an escape. She lets him loose to save her own ass. He has no choice but to agree. This is important to point out because normally he would not give a s~~~. Briffault’s Law awareness (get yours before she gets hers
3. Once the useless woman and child are saved by him and they escape out to sea, he quickly deduces that they do not have enough water survive the trip to dry land.
a. He automatically elects to throw the child overboard. MGTOW FTW
b. The woman of course has nothing to offer except sex, which she offers but he refuses. MGTOW MONK FTW
4. Later, while being attacked by a sea plane, the useless woman endangers the vessel causing damage. As punishment, the unnamed Fishman MGHOW holds her down and cuts off her hair. MGTOW FTW.
a. The little girl gets mouthy too so he cuts her hair off too. MGTOW !
Next, they encounter a crazy drifter who wants to trade. Our fishman MGHOW agrees to pimp out the women for 30 mins of sex. MGTOW FTW profit for poon
a. Although, when he surmises that the drifter is insane and violent he ends up having to kill him instead.Later, our MGHOW hero forms an emotional bond with the sarcastic child and teaches her to swim. He also tells her to listen more and shut up. Proof that men help children and are necessary role models. Manosphere Redpill FTW
And still later, there are more appealing mgtow moments like when he singlehandedly takes on an army of Chads and blows up an oil tanker.Finally, for the closing of the film, one last red pill and salute to MGTOW. Our hero rejects life on land and the promise of poon in favor of Going His Own Way back out to sea.

Thanks for your attention. I will keep on the look out and deliver more reports on other fun movies that have red pill moments in
GP’s Movie AnalysisThis list changes often. I like to weed out the ‘sorry-ass’ movies and replace them with good ones. For example: ‘Flight of the Phoenix’ & ‘Birth’ will get moved to a secondary resting place because they both kind of suck. I do not return movies for a dollar, may as well keep them for that price. Also, I don’t return them because I throw away those normal size DVD black cases and use smaller cases. It saves five times as much space.
Any additional recommendations will be useful thanks. I have acquired these mostly second hand, not new. So yes, there is much to be desired but you won’t find those at pawn shops and Movie Trading Co. I plan to add more but need recommendations because it will have to be a new purchase online.
Space/Aliens
Interstellar
Oblivion
Europa Report
Mission to Mars
Apollo 18
Solaris (both)
2001: A Space Odyssey
The Abyss
Alien
Aliens
Alien 3
Alien Resurrection
Prometheus
Alien Covenant
A.I.
Sphere
The Thing
Close Encounters of the 3rd Kind
Predators
Star Trek: Into Darkness
Pitch Black
Riddick
Star Trek
ContactSci-Fi
Sunshine
Bladerunner
Bladerunner 2049
Ex Machina
Zero Theorem
Gattaca
Live Die Repeat
Chappie
Elysium
Apollo 13
Logan’s Run
Code 46
12 Monkeys
Time Crimes
Cloud AtlasHeavily Artistic
Faster Pussy Cat Kill Kill
Watchmen
Nebraska
Beyond the Black Rainbow (terrible movie, don’t watch)
Barton Fink
Enemy
Holy Motors
The Future
THX-1138
A Clockwork Orange
Under the Skin
Muholland Dr. (also pretty s~~~ty film)Comedy
The Life Aquatic
The Big Lebowski
Kelly’s Heroes
Escape from LA
Dark Star
Charlie Wilson’s War
Family Guy: The Empire Strikes Back
Moon
Cast Away
Color Me Kubrick
Being John Malkovich
Thank You for Smoking
Planet Terror
Alien Autopsy
The Men Who Stare at Goats
Forbidden Planet
The Time Machine
BarbarellaHorror
Delicatessen
Moon Trap
Death Proof
Ravenous
It Follows
10 Cloverfield Lane
Cloverfield
What Lies Beneath
The Shining
Silence of the Lambs
Hannibal
Red Dragon
The Brood (really weird old movie)Asian
Akira
Enter the Dragon
Hero
Ikiru
Tokyo Drift
Final Fantasy: Spirits WithinChildren’s
Time Bandits
Lost in Space
Super 8
The Fall
Lady in the WaterAction
Mission Impossible 1-5
Batman Begins
Minority Report
Snatch
The Way of the Gun
Casino Royale
Quantum of Solace
Skyfall
Spectre
The Right Stuff
Water World
Inception
The Jackal
Body of Lies
The Edge
Crimson Tide
Flight of the PhoenixDrama
Gomorrah
Leviathan (Russian) great movie
Master and Commander
Lawrence of Arabia
The Lives of Others
The American Friend
Ripley’s Game
Talented Mr. Ripley
Adam Resurrected
The Aviator
Stalker (Russian)
The Sunset Limited
The Mirror (Russian)
American Hustle
Donnie Darko
The Prestige
Sanctum
In the Electric Mist
Out of the Furnace
Valhalla Rising
Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead
Shutter Island
The Girl w/ Dragon Tattoo (starring Daniel Craig)
Eyes Wide Shut
Barry Lyndon
Dr. Strangelove
Birth
Fightclub
The FollowingWar
Saving Private Ryan
Inglorious Bastards
The Thin Red Line
Valkyrie
The Big Red One
Full Metal Jacket
The FrontlineWestern
The Assassination of Jessie James by the Coward R. Ford.
True Grit (both)
There Will be Blood
The Proposition
Rover
3:10 to Yuma (both)
The Homesman
Django
No Country for Old Men

