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  • TaxGuy
    TaxGuy
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    One of my good friends has a saying: “IF my aunt had b~~~~, she’d be my uncle”. I don’t worry much about IF. We DON’T live in a traditional society and ENOUGH women are like that (EWALT). And I don’t have the mental energy anymore to try to sift through the garbage heap to make a decent meal.

    To answer your question, personally I wouldn’t. But I’m in 50’s and my kids are almost off to college. I don’t need a roommate at this point in my life. Do I want to marry a woman in her 50’s about to hit “the change”? Uh, no thank you. She would also be post-wall and her best days behind her. It’s hard to be physically attracted to my grandma, just saying. If you were married to her in her 20’s or 30’s and she was a great person, you are STILL attracted to them for who they are. But to start now? I’m pretty sure I would just be their retirement plan.

    Which, by the way, is what we were in the tradcon days. A meal ticket, a retirement plan, and someone they didn’t want around HER house everyday when you finally got to stop pulling the plow every day and retired. My grandparents just died last year in their late 90’s. We had their funeral service this summer. My uncle was telling me that the roughest patch they had was when my grandfather first retired. Because he was around HER house every day. I loved my grandmother, but she wasn’t looking forward to having her husband, the love of her life, around all day. She wanted him out of HER house.

    So that’s Tradcon? You can stick tradcon where the sun doesn’t shine.

    Order the good wine


    Anonymous

    I got this from the MGTOW Reddit….

    So I took a break from all the poop (feminism, social justice, etc) and today I decided to take another look at it. And the only thing I have to say is that it’s amazing the perspective you gain when you step out for a break and then come back, even if it’s the same old s~~~ every f~~~ing day. Well as it turns out, life has a great sense of humor, because I’m still laughing thinking about it. Anyway, here’s what I realized.

    Everything we see today is an exact mirror image of women in pretty much every aspect. For example let’s begin with PUA. Pick Up Artists are doing nothing more than what women have done since the beginning of time. A great example is something they call peac~~~ing, for those of you unfamiliar with the term, it’s basically dressing up for attention.

    Exactly the same s~~~ women have always done with fancy dresses that have always caught the attention of men, women and the media. It’s basically nothing more than a popularity contest with the added benefit of attracting (or at least gaining the attention) of the opposite sex. And there’s plenty of other examples. Women have had s~~~ like gossip for generations, Cosmo or other magazines teaching women how to manipulate men, advice columns, etc. The list goes on, but the behavior of PUA’s seems to mimic that of women.

    Then you have the MRA’s which basically doesn’t need a lot of explanation since most people here are familiar with them. But generally the best comparison to MRA’s are feminists. They have the same type of events, the same type of shock value to attract attention, focus on similar topics in society, etc. Except in this case once again we don’t have to ask the question “Which came first, the chicken or the egg?” because we already know the answer to that one.

    And finally there’s the red pillers as they refer to themselves. For those unfamiliar, this has nothing to do with MGTOW, it’s more of a half way point between MGTOW and PUA (best way I can put it). They constantly discuss alpha and beta status (like women), talk about seducing the opposite sex (like women), can’t stop talking about their success with the opposite sex (like women), and are generally focused on manipulating the opposite sex for their own purposes (once again, like women).

    Now I’m not saying this is good, or bad. What I am saying is that it’s f~~~ing hilarious. When it comes to blue pill men and women in general, these three groups are the most hated groups out there. They are constantly called misogynists, rapists, losers, etc. And it doesn’t even end with MRA’s or PUA’s or whatever, just look at s~~~ like metrosexuals.

    I’ve read countless times about women who hooked up with an extremely well groomed and well dressed guy who ended up not being a “real man” because he couldn’t do s~~~ and was useless to cupcake. But you know what the funny part is? These people when I look at them, all I see is a generation of men who were raised by women to act like women. I somehow never really put this together until today.

    For the last 40+ years after the huge no fault divorce thing taking off, we’ve had more and more boys and girls being raised by single or divorced moms. Top this off with the education system being taken over by women, and for the first 18 or so years of their lives, boys are raised primarily by women. And now the women who raised and created these boys, the women who grew up along side of them and some of their peers are not happy with them. They are not happy with the result that they had a big hand in procuring.

    And I don’t think most people realize this. Because for example if I were to call women carousel riders, I’d be a misogynist since ‘it doesn’t matter who or how many people she f~~~s” or some s~~~ like that. But ALL MEN ARE PIGS, I’m sure you guys all heard that throughout your lives, even on f~~~ing TV (I have yet to see a commercial calling women sluts and telling guys to wrap it up just in case). And why are men pigs? Because they looked at a woman.

    And this is accepted in our society. This has been going on since before I was f~~~ing born. And now men are doing the same exact s~~~, they’re acting like the women that raised them and women are losing their f~~~ing s~~~ over it. And I think it’s about time these t~~~s start taking some personal responsibility for this s~~~, or at least men start pointing the fingers at the people responsible.

    So what do you guys think?

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    Stevo2000
    Stevo2000
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    I suppose that I can extend upon what I wrote in my original post. I did end up not returning to my family home, cutting them off for at least 25 years where I didn’t know if they were alive or dead, extended my stay in the military, haven’t really trusted anyone since, especially American women. I actually did not return to the USA until 1996, 21 years later, with 3x marriages left behind me over in Europe.

    When I married the first time, at the age of 20, I thought that I had the right woman to be married to, to have kids with. We talked about everything and were in agreement, waited a year prior to marrying. On our wedding night a year later she announces that she doesn’t like sex, never liked it and doesn’t want to have it ever again, that there were new rules. I’m like what planet am I on? I couldn’t get out of the marriage fast enough. 3 months after the divorce was finalized she was re-married and moved to the USA with her new husband. I decided that all women are evil and selfish, that spending a lifetime married and happy was never going to happen for me, at least not with the same woman. I went and had myself sterilized, knowing that if I had children I would have been forced to stay with that monster.

    Life is all about being with a Bitch, running away from a Bitch, or living without a Bitch. In other words, Life's a Bitch, then you Die...

    #549273
    Untamed
    Untamed
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    WOW Stevo, that’s a hell of a Red Pill! I’m glad you’ve finally found your way to MGTOW and decided that loving these selfish monsters makes no more sense than wining and dining them. We here have experienced weemins’ devilries first hand for decades and NO mangina, white-knight, feminist or her advocate can ever put that genie back in the bottle. That’s why many MGTOW’s, when presented with the unlikely scenario that weemins would apologize, promise to redress all the inequalities of gender THEY have created and then seriously work on it, would still say that it’s too late.
    And it truly is too late. In my view, nothing will make up for the general willful destruction of several generations of Men by unscrupulous Men-Hating C~~~S who plan to have Men Concentration Camps once “the Patriarchy” is defeated.
    That’s right, they are that evil! And we Men don’t want those monsters corrupting our very sane, educational and helpful conversations here.
    Welcome to mgtow.com, Stevo, where we care about weemins’ opinions like we care about our first pair of socks.

    Don't let them Blame, Shame or Tame you!
    Give 'em NOTHING, not even an answer!
    #GenderSegragationNow!

    #548980
    Ranger One
    Ranger One
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    This “legal” system disgusts me so much, that if I overheard a plan by terrorists to blow up a bunch of courthouses, I wouldn’t say a goddamn thing to anyone, even if I would get a reward for thwarting it.

    A pox on them. Worthless, corrupt, vile, bone-marrow-sucking parasites that deserve worse than death. If I had the power of the Q, like in Star Trek, I’d kill a thousand of them in painful ways, then resurrect them from the dead and kill them all again in a different painful way, and so on, until I finally got bored with watching them die.

    All my life I've had doubts about who I am, where I belonged. Now I'm like the arrow that springs from the bow. No hesitation, no doubts. The path is clear. And what are you? Alive. Everything else is negotiable. Women have rights; men have responsibilities; MGTOW have freedom. Marriage is for chumps. If someone stands in the way of true justice, you simply walk up behind them and stab them in the heart-R'as al Ghul.

    MattNYC
    MattNYC
    Participant

    Not on purpose. I blocked every # i had for her – local & international. Blocked all her email addresses. All social media. I moved after the divorce so she doesn’t have my physical address.

    Last time i talked to her was over 3 years ago. Final condition of the divorce agreement was i buy her a one-way ticket back to her country. I took her to the airport and made damn sure she got on that plane.

    She called from a # that i didn’t recognize. Usually i don’t pickup unknown #s; for some reason i did today.

    Of course…she wanted something (legal paperwork s~~~, nothing particularly interesting).

    ME: “What do i get out of it?”
    HER: “Nothing. It’s just a favor.”
    ME: “Don’t call me again.” <CLICK>

    I probably should’ve hung up when i realized it was her. I was stunned when i recognized it was her. I guess i wasn’t thinking. WTF. Thanks for hearing me vent.

    #548675
    Black_knight
    black_knight
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    I went to university as a mature student (age 31-34) to study psychology. The most interesting aspect of my course was in my final year when I studied social psychology. The most interesting part of social psychology was studying the ways in which discourses and language are employed, how they normalise things, and most importantly, who benefits. I’m obsessed with the ways in which language are used, how language constructs reality, and the power relations behind them.

    Since then, a fundamental question I always ask myself whenever I read, hear, or watch anything is: who benefits from broadcasting this message? The answer is never me, regardless of how much any text tries to convince me it is for my benefit (think advertising creating needs or problems you never knew you had).

    It’s why I believe Christmas should be abolished. It only benefits retailers, credit card companies and banks. It positiions us all as worker consumer slave drones, pinned to the plantation by our own guilt and shame, entwining a narrative of ‘good consumer’ with ‘good citizen’ F~~~ THAT S~~~. It’s why I’ve never owned a tv. It’s why I despise the onslaught of social media and associated technology. It’s why feminism makes me want to vomit. It’s why I consciously chose to drop out of a potentially rewarding academic career and drive trucks, at night, on my own. Universities are sickeningly progressive, left wing places completely saturated by feminist agendas.

    #548104

    In reply to: Thank you feminism

    Joetech
    joetech
    Participant

    Thank you Feminism for showing me the light. I’m going to retire from the plantation and let you women do it all. I’ll be fishing on the lake while you’re at work. I’ll be cleaning the fish while you pick up YOUR kids from school. I’ll be cooking my fish while you’re making dinner for you and the kids. I’ll be eating the fish I caught and cleaned myself while you’re picking up around your house while the kids play video games. And when you finally get to sit down and surf Facebook for all the simps out there that you really don’t want anyway, I’ll be riding my bicycle around the lake listening to my favorite tunes with the freedom and passion of a man going his own way. Thank you feminism for showing me the true nature and selfishness of women. May your lies comfort you at night.

    "Don't follow in my footsteps...I stepped in something."


    Anonymous

    By P.T. Barnum
    originally published 1880
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    1. DON’T MISTAKE YOUR VOCATION

    2. SELECT THE RIGHT LOCATION

    3. AVOID DEBT


    4. PERSEVERE

    5. WHATEVER YOU DO, DO IT WITH ALL YOUR MIGHT

    6. DEPEND UPON YOUR OWN PERSONAL EXERTIONS

    7. USE THE BEST TOOLS

    8. DON’T GET ABOVE YOUR BUSINESS

    9. LEARN SOMETHING USEFUL

    10. LET HOPE PREDOMINATE, BUT BE NOT TOO VISIONARY

    11. DO NOT SCATTER YOUR POWERS

    12. BE SYSTEMATIC

    13. READ THE NEWSPAPERS

    14. BEWARE OF “OUTSIDE OPERATIONS”

    15. DON’T ENDORSE WITHOUT SECURITY

    16. ADVERTISE YOUR BUSINESS

    17. BE POLITE AND KIND TO YOUR CUSTOMERS

    18. BE CHARITABLE

    19. DON’T BLAB

    20. PRESERVE YOUR INTEGRITY

    _______________________________________

    PREAMBLE

    In the United States, where we have more land than people, it is not at all difficult for persons in good health to make money. In this comparatively new field there are so many avenues of success open, so many vocations which are not crowded, that any person of either sex who is willing, at least for the time being, to engage in any respectable occupation that offers, may find lucrative employment.

    Those who really desire to attain an independence, have only to set their minds upon it, and adopt the proper means, as they do in regard to any other object which they wish to accomplish, and the thing is easily done. But however easy it may be found to make money, I have no doubt many of my hearers will agree it is the most difficult thing in the world to keep it. The road to wealth is, as Dr. Franklin truly says, “as plain as the road to the mill.” It consists simply in expending less than we earn; that seems to be a very simple problem. Mr. Micawber, one of those happy creations of the genial Dickens, puts the case in a strong light when he says that to have annual income of twenty pounds per annum, and spend twenty pounds and sixpence, is to be the most miserable of men; whereas, to have an income of only twenty pounds, and spend but nineteen pounds and sixpence is to be the happiest of mortals. Many of my readers may say, “we understand this: this is economy, and we know economy is wealth; we know we can’t eat our cake and keep it also.” Yet I beg to say that perhaps more cases of failure arise from mistakes on this point than almost any other. The fact is, many people think they understand economy when they really do not.

    True economy is misapprehended, and people go through life without properly comprehending what that principle is. One says, “I have an income of so much, and here is my neighbor who has the same; yet every year he gets something ahead and I fall short; why is it? I know all about economy.” He thinks he does, but he does not. There are men who think that economy consists in saving cheese-parings and candle-ends, in cutting off two pence from the laundress’ bill and doing all sorts of little, mean, dirty things. Economy is not meanness. The misfortune is, also, that this class of persons let their economy apply in only one direction. They fancy they are so wonderfully economical in saving a half-penny where they ought to spend twopence, that they think they can afford to squander in other directions. A few years ago, before kerosene oil was discovered or thought of, one might stop overnight at almost any farmer’s house in the agricultural districts and get a very good supper, but after supper he might attempt to read in the sitting-room, and would find it impossible with the inefficient light of one candle. The hostess, seeing his dilemma, would say: “It is rather difficult to read here evenings; the proverb says ‘you must have a ship at sea in order to be able to burn two candles at once;’ we never have an extra candle except on extra occasions.” These extra occasions occur, perhaps, twice a year. In this way the good woman saves five, six, or ten dollars in that time: but the information which might be derived from having the extra light would, of course, far outweigh a ton of candles.

    But the trouble does not end here. Feeling that she is so economical in tallow candies, she thinks she can afford to go frequently to the village and spend twenty or thirty dollars for ribbons and furbelows, many of which are not necessary. This false connote may frequently be seen in men of business, and in those instances it often runs to writing-paper. You find good businessmen who save all the old envelopes and scraps, and would not tear a new sheet of paper, if they could avoid it, for the world. This is all very well; they may in this way save five or ten dollars a year, but being so economical (only in note paper), they think they can afford to waste time; to have expensive parties, and to drive their carriages. This is an illustration of Dr. Franklin’s “saving at the spigot and wasting at the bung-hole;” “penny wise and pound foolish.” Punch in speaking of this “one idea” class of people says “they are like the man who bought a penny herring for his family’s dinner and then hired a coach and four to take it home.” I never knew a man to succeed by practising this kind of economy.

    True economy consists in always making the income exceed the out-go. Wear the old clothes a little longer if necessary; dispense with the new pair of gloves; mend the old dress: live on plainer food if need be; so that, under all circumstances, unless some unforeseen accident occurs, there will be a margin in favor of the income. A penny here, and a dollar there, placed at interest, goes on accumulating, and in this way the desired result is attained. It requires some training, perhaps, to accomplish this economy, but when once used to it, you will find there is more satisfaction in rational saving than in irrational spending. Here is a recipe which I recommend: I have found it to work an excellent cure for extravagance, and especially for mistaken economy: When you find that you have no surplus at the end of the year, and yet have a good income, I advise you to take a few sheets of paper and form them into a book and mark down every item of expenditure. Post it every day or week in two columns, one headed “necessaries” or even “comforts”, and the other headed “luxuries,” and you will find that the latter column will be double, treble, and frequently ten times greater than the former. The real comforts of life cost but a small portion of what most of us can earn. Dr. Franklin says “it is the eyes of others and not our own eyes which ruin us. If all the world were blind except myself I should not care for fine clothes or furniture.” It is the fear of what Mrs. Grundy may say that keeps the noses of many worthy families to the grindstone. In America many persons like to repeat “we are all free and equal,” but it is a great mistake in more senses than one.

    That we are born “free and equal” is a glorious truth in one sense, yet we are not all born equally rich, and we never shall be. One may say; “there is a man who has an income of fifty thousand dollars per annum, while I have but one thousand dollars; I knew that fellow when he was poor like myself; now he is rich and thinks he is better than I am; I will show him that I am as good as he is; I will go and buy a horse and buggy; no, I cannot do that, but I will go and hire one and ride this afternoon on the same road that he does, and thus prove to him that I am as good as he is.”

    My friend, you need not take that trouble; you can easily prove that you are “as good as he is;” you have only to behave as well as he does; but you cannot make anybody believe that you are rich as he is. Besides, if you put on these “airs,” add waste your time and spend your money, your poor wife will be obliged to scrub her fingers off at home, and buy her tea two ounces at a time, and everything else in proportion, in order that you may keep up “appearances,” and, after all, deceive nobody. On the other hand, Mrs. Smith may say that her next-door neighbor married Johnson for his money, and “everybody says so.” She has a nice one-thousand dollar camel’s hair shawl, and she will make Smith get her an imitation one, and she will sit in a pew right next to her neighbor in church, in order to prove that she is her equal.

    My good woman, you will not get ahead in the world, if your vanity and envy thus take the lead. In this country, where we believe the majority ought to rule, we ignore that principle in regard to fashion, and let a handful of people, calling themselves the aristocracy, run up a false standard of perfection, and in endeavoring to rise to that standard, we constantly keep ourselves poor; all the time digging away for the sake of outside appearances. How much wiser to be a “law unto ourselves” and say, “we will regulate our out-go by our income, and lay up something for a rainy day.” People ought to be as sensible on the subject of money-getting as on any other subject. Like causes produces like effects. You cannot accumulate a fortune by taking the road that leads to poverty. It needs no prophet to tell us that those who live fully up to their means, without any thought of a reverse in this life, can never attain a pecuniary independence.

    Men and women accustomed to gratify every whim and caprice, will find it hard, at first, to cut down their various unnecessary expenses, and will feel it a great self-denial to live in a smaller house than they have been accustomed to, with less expensive furniture, less company, less costly clothing, fewer servants, a less number of b~~~~, parties, theater-goings, carriage-ridings, pleasure excursions, cigar-smokings, liquor-drinkings, and other extravagances; but, after all, if they will try the plan of laying by a “nest-egg,” or, in other words, a small sum of money, at interest or judiciously invested in land, they will be surprised at the pleasure to be derived from constantly adding to their little “pile,” as well as from all the economical habits which are engendered by this course.

    The old suit of clothes, and the old bonnet and dress, will answer for another season; the Croton or spring water taste better than champagne; a cold bath and a brisk walk will prove more exhilarating than a ride in the finest coach; a social chat, an evening’s reading in the family circle, or an hour’s play of “hunt the slipper” and “blind man’s buff” will be far more pleasant than a fifty or five hundred dollar party, when the reflection on the difference in cost is indulged in by those who begin to know the pleasures of saving. Thousands of men are kept poor, and tens of thousands are made so after they have acquired quite sufficient to support them well through life, in consequence of laying their plans of living on too broad a platform. Some families expend twenty thousand dollars per annum, and some much more, and would scarcely know how to live on less, while others secure more solid enjoyment frequently on a twentieth part of that amount. Prosperity is a more severe ordeal than adversity, especially sudden prosperity. “Easy come, easy go,” is an old and true proverb. A spirit of pride and vanity, when permitted to have full sway, is the undying canker-worm which gnaws the very vitals of a man’s worldly possessions, let them be small or great, hundreds, or millions. Many persons, as they begin to prosper, immediately expand their ideas and commence expending for luxuries, until in a short time their expenses swallow up their income, and they become ruined in their ridiculous attempts to keep up appearances, and make a “sensation.”

    I know a gentleman of fortune who says, that when he first began to prosper, his wife would have a new and elegant sofa. “That sofa,” he says, “cost me thirty thousand dollars!” When the sofa reached the house, it was found necessary to get chairs to match; then side-boards, carpets and tables “to correspond” with them, and so on through the entire stock of furniture; when at last it was found that the house itself was quite too small and old-fashioned for the furniture, and a new one was built to correspond with the new purchases; “thus,” added my friend, “summing up an outlay of thirty thousand dollars, caused by that single sofa, and saddling on me, in the shape of servants, equipage, and the necessary expenses attendant upon keeping up a fine ‘establishment,’ a yearly outlay of eleven thousand dollars, and a tight pinch at that: whereas, ten years ago, we lived with much more real comfort, because with much less care, on as many hundreds. The truth is,” he continued, “that sofa would have brought me to inevitable bankruptcy, had not a most unexampled title to prosperity kept me above it, and had I not checked the natural desire to ‘cut a dash’.”

    The foundation of success in life is good health: that is the substratum fortune; it is also the basis of happiness. A person cannot accumulate a fortune very well when he is sick. He has no ambition; no incentive; no force. Of course, there are those who have bad health and cannot help it: you cannot expect that such persons can accumulate wealth, but there are a great many in poor health who need not be so.

    If, then, sound health is the foundation of success and happiness in life, how important it is that we should study the laws of health, which is but another expression for the laws of nature! The nearer we keep to the laws of nature, the nearer we are to good health, and yet how many persons there are who pay no attention to natural laws, but absolutely transgress them, even against their own natural inclination. We ought to know that the “sin of ignorance” is never winked at in regard to the violation of nature’s laws; their infraction always brings the penalty. A child may thrust its finger into the flames without knowing it will burn, and so suffers, repentance, even, will not stop the smart. Many of our ancestors knew very little about the principle of ventilation. They did not know much about oxygen, whatever other “gin” they might have been acquainted with; and consequently they built their houses with little seven-by-nine feet bedrooms, and these good old pious Puritans would lock themselves up in one of these cells, say their prayers and go to bed. In the morning they would devoutly return thanks for the “preservation of their lives,” during the night, and nobody had better reason to be thankful. Probably some big crack in the window, or in the door, let in a little fresh air, and thus saved them.

    Many persons knowingly violate the laws of nature against their better impulses, for the sake of fashion. For instance, there is one thing that nothing living except a vile worm ever naturally loved, and that is tobacco; yet how many persons there are who deliberately train an unnatural appetite, and overcome this implanted aversion for tobacco, to such a degree that they get to love it. They have got hold of a poisonous, filthy weed, or rather that takes a firm hold of them. Here are married men who run about spitting tobacco juice on the carpet and floors, and sometimes even upon their wives besides. They do not kick their wives out of doors like drunken men, but their wives, I have no doubt, often wish they were outside of the house. Another perilous feature is that this artificial appetite, like jealousy, “grows by what it feeds on;” when you love that which is unnatural, a stronger appetite is created for the hurtful thing than the natural desire for what is harmless. There is an old proverb which says that “habit is second nature,” but an artificial habit is stronger than nature. Take for instance, an old tobacco-chewer; his love for the “quid” is stronger than his love for any particular kind of food. He can give up roast beef easier than give up the weed.

    Young lads regret that they are not men; they would like to go to bed boys and wake up men; and to accomplish this they copy the bad habits of their seniors. Little Tommy and Johnny see their fathers or uncles smoke a pipe, and they say, “If I could only do that, I would be a man too; uncle John has gone out and left his pipe of tobacco, let us try it.” They take a match and light it, and then puff away. “We will learn to smoke; do you like it Johnny?” That lad dolefully replies: “Not very much; it tastes bitter;” by and by he grows pale, but he persists and he soon offers up a sacrifice on the altar of fashion; but the boys stick to it and persevere until at last they conquer their natural appetites and become the victims of acquired tastes.

    I speak “by the book,” for I have noticed its effects on myself, having gone so far as to smoke ten or fifteen cigars a day; although I have not used the weed during the last fourteen years, and never shall again. The more a man smokes, the more he craves smoking; the last cigar smoked simply excites the desire for another, and so on incessantly.

    Take the tobacco-chewer. In the morning, when he gets up, he puts a quid in his mouth and keeps it there all day, never taking it out except to exchange it for a fresh one, or when he is going to eat; oh! yes, at intervals during the day and evening, many a chewer takes out the quid and holds it in his hand long enough to take a drink, and then pop it goes back again. This simply proves that the appetite for rum is even stronger than that for tobacco. When the tobacco-chewer goes to your country seat and you show him your grapery and fruit house, and the beauties of your garden, when you offer him some fresh, ripe fruit, and say, “My friend, I have got here the most delicious apples, and pears, and peaches, and apricots; I have imported them from Spain, France and Italy—just see those luscious grapes; there is nothing more delicious nor more healthy than ripe fruit, so help yourself; I want to see you delight yourself with these things;” he will roll the dear quid under his tongue and answer, “No, I thank you, I have got tobacco in my mouth.” His palate has become narcotized by the noxious weed, and he has lost, in a great measure, the delicate and enviable taste for fruits. This shows what expensive, useless and injurious habits men will get into. I speak from experience. I have smoked until I trembled like an aspen leaf, the blood rushed to my head, and I had a palpitation of the heart which I thought was heart disease, till I was almost killed with fright. When I consulted my physician, he said “break off tobacco using.” I was not only injuring my health and spending a great deal of money, but I was setting a bad example. I obeyed his counsel. No young man in the world ever looked so beautiful, as he thought he did, behind a fifteen cent cigar or a meerschaum!

    These remarks apply with tenfold force to the use of intoxicating drinks. To make money, requires a clear brain. A man has got to see that two and two make four; he must lay all his plans with reflection and forethought, and closely examine all the details and the ins and outs of business. As no man can succeed in business unless he has a brain to enable him to lay his plans, and reason to guide him in their execution, so, no matter how bountifully a man may be blessed with intelligence, if the brain is muddled, and his judgment warped by intoxicating drinks, it is impossible for him to carry on business successfully. How many good opportunities have passed, never to return, while a man was sipping a “social glass,” with his friend! How many foolish bargains have been made under the influence of the “nervine,” which temporarily makes its victim think he is rich. How many important chances have been put off until to-morrow, and then forever, because the wine cup has thrown the system into a state of lassitude, neutralizing the energies so essential to success in business. Verily, “wine is a mocker.” The use of intoxicating drinks as a beverage, is as much an infatuation, as is the smoking of opium by the Chinese, and the former is quite as destructive to the success of the business man as the latter. It is an unmitigated evil, utterly indefensible in the light of philosophy; religion or good sense. It is the parent of nearly every other evil in our country.

    1. DON’T MISTAKE YOUR VOCATION

    The safest plan, and the one most sure of success for the young man starting in life, is to select the vocation which is most congenial to his tastes. Parents and guardians are often quite too negligent in regard to this. It very common for a father to say, for example: “I have five boys. I will make Billy a clergyman; John a lawyer; Tom a doctor, and Dick a farmer.” He then goes into town and looks about to see what he will do with Sammy. He returns home and says “Sammy, I see watch-making is a nice genteel business; I think I will make you a goldsmith.” He does this, regardless of Sam’s natural inclinations, or genius.

    We are all, no doubt, born for a wise purpose. There is as much diversity in our brains as in our countenances. Some are born natural mechanics, while some have great aversion to machinery. Let a dozen boys of ten years get together, and you will soon observe two or three are “whittling” out some ingenious device; working with locks or complicated machinery. When they were but five years old, their father could find no toy to please them like a puzzle. They are natural mechanics; but the other eight or nine boys have different aptitudes. I belong to the latter class; I never had the slightest love for mechanism; on the contrary, I have a sort of abhorrence for complicated machinery. I never had ingenuity enough to whittle a cider tap so it would not leak. I never could make a pen that I could write with, or understand the principle of a steam engine. If a man was to take such a boy as I was, and attempt to make a watchmaker of him, the boy might, after an apprenticeship of five or seven years, be able to take apart and put together a watch; but all through life he would be working up hill and seizing every excuse for leaving his work and idling away his time. Watchmaking is repulsive to him.

    Unless a man enters upon the vocation intended for him by nature, and best suited to his peculiar genius, he cannot succeed. I am glad to believe that the majority of persons do find their right vocation. Yet we see many who have mistaken their calling, from the blacksmith up (or down) to the clergyman. You will see, for instance, that extraordinary linguist the “learned blacksmith,” who ought to have been a teacher of languages; and you may have seen lawyers, doctors and clergymen who were better fitted by nature for the anvil or the lapstone.

    2. SELECT THE RIGHT LOCATION

    After securing the right vocation, you must be careful to select the proper location. You may have been cut out for a hotel keeper, and they say it requires a genius to “know how to keep a hotel.” You might conduct a hotel like clock-work, and provide satisfactorily for five hundred guests every day; yet, if you should locate your house in a small village where there is no railroad communication or public travel, the location would be your ruin. It is equally important that you do not commence business where there are already enough to meet all demands in the same occupation. I remember a case which illustrates this subject. When I was in London in 1858, I was passing down Holborn with an English friend and came to the “penny shows.” They had immense cartoons outside, portraying the wonderful curiosities to be seen “all for a penny.” Being a little in the “show line” myself, I said “let us go in here.” We soon found ourselves in the presence of the illustrious showman, and he proved to be the sharpest man in that line I had ever met. He told us some extraordinary stories in reference to his bearded ladies, his Albinos, and his Armadillos, which we could hardly believe, but thought it “better to believe it than look after the proof’.” He finally begged to call our attention to some wax statuary, and showed us a lot of the dirtiest and filthiest wax figures imaginable. They looked as if they had not seen water since the Deluge.

    “What is there so wonderful about your statuary?” I asked.

    “I beg you not to speak so satirically,” he replied, “Sir, these are not Madam Tussaud’s wax figures, all covered with gilt and tinsel and imitation diamonds, and copied from engravings and photographs. Mine, sir, were taken from life. Whenever you look upon one of those figures, you may consider that you are looking upon the living individual.”

    Glancing casually at them, I saw one labeled “Henry VIII,” and feeling a little curious upon seeing that it looked like Calvin Edson, the living skeleton, I said: “Do you call that ‘Henry the Eighth?'” He replied, “Certainly; sir; it was taken from life at Hampton Court, by special order of his majesty; on such a day.”

    He would have given the hour of the day if I had resisted; I said, “Everybody knows that ‘Henry VIII.’ was a great stout old king, and that figure is lean and lank; what do you say to that?”

    “Why,” he replied, “you would be lean and lank yourself if you sat there as long as he has.”

    There was no resisting such arguments. I said to my English friend, “Let us go out; do not tell him who I am; I show the white feather; he beats me.”

    He followed us to the door, and seeing the rabble in the street, he called out, “ladies and gentlemen, I beg to draw your attention to the respectable character of my visitors,” pointing to us as we walked away. I called upon him a couple of days afterwards; told him who I was, and said:

    “My friend, you are an excellent showman, but you have selected a bad location.”

    He replied, “This is true, sir; I feel that all my talents are thrown away; but what can I do?”

    “You can go to America,” I replied. “You can give full play to your faculties over there; you will find plenty of elbowroom in America; I will engage you for two years; after that you will be able to go on your own account.”

    He accepted my offer and remained two years in my New York Museum. He then went to New Orleans and carried on a traveling show business during the summer. To-day he is worth sixty thousand dollars, simply because he selected the right vocation and also secured the proper location. The old proverb says, “Three removes are as bad as a fire,” but when a man is in the fire, it matters but little how soon or how often he removes.

    3. AVOID DEBT

    Young men starting in life should avoid running into debt. There is scarcely anything that drags a person down like debt. It is a slavish position to get in, yet we find many a young man, hardly out of his “teens,” running in debt. He meets a chum and says, “Look at this: I have got trusted for a new suit of clothes.” He seems to look upon the clothes as so much given to him; well, it frequently is so, but, if he succeeds in paying and then gets trusted again, he is adopting a habit which will keep him in poverty through life. Debt robs a man of his self-respect, and makes him almost despise himself. Grunting and groaning and working for what he has eaten up or worn out, and now when he is called upon to pay up, he has nothing to show for his money; this is properly termed “working for a dead horse.” I do not speak of merchants buying and selling on credit, or of those who buy on credit in order to turn the purchase to a profit. The old Quaker said to his farmer son, “John, never get trusted; but if thee gets trusted for anything, let it be for ‘manure,’ because that will help thee pay it back again.”

    Mr. Beecher advised young men to get in debt if they could to a small amount in the purchase of land, in the country districts. “If a young man,” he says, “will only get in debt for some land and then get married, these two things will keep him straight, or nothing will.” This may be safe to a limited extent, but getting in debt for what you eat and drink and wear is to be avoided. Some families have a foolish habit of getting credit at “the stores,” and thus frequently purchase many things which might have been dispensed with.

    It is all very well to say; “I have got trusted for sixty days, and if I don’t have the money the creditor will think nothing about it.” There is no class of people in the world, who have such good memories as creditors. When the sixty days run out, you will have to pay. If you do not pay, you will break your promise, and probably resort to a falsehood. You may make some excuse or get in debt elsewhere to pay it, but that only involves you the deeper.

    A good-looking, lazy young fellow, was the apprentice boy, Horatio. His employer said, “Horatio, did you ever see a snail?” “I—think—I—have,” he drawled out. “You must have met him then, for I am sure you never overtook one,” said the “boss.” Your creditor will meet you or overtake you and say, “Now, my young friend, you agreed to pay me; you have not done it, you must give me your note.” You give the note on interest and it commences working against you; “it is a dead horse.” The creditor goes to bed at night and wakes up in the morning better off than when he retired to bed, because his interest has increased during the night, but you grow poorer while you are sleeping, for the interest is accumulating against you.

    Money is in some respects like fire; it is a very excellent servant but a terrible master. When you have it mastering you; when interest is constantly piling up against you, it will keep you down in the worst kind of slavery. But let money work for you, and you have the most devoted servant in the world. It is no “eye-servant.” There is nothing animate or inanimate that will work so faithfully as money when placed at interest, well secured. It works night and day, and in wet or dry weather.

    I was born in the blue-law State of Connecticut, where the old Puritans had laws so rigid that it was said, “they fined a man for kissing his wife on Sunday.” Yet these rich old Puritans would have thousands of dollars at interest, and on Saturday night would be worth a certain amount; on Sunday they would go to church and perform all the duties of a Christian. On waking up on Monday morning, they would find themselves considerably richer than the Saturday night previous, simply because their money placed at interest had worked faithfully for them all day Sunday, according to law!

    Do not let it work against you; if you do there is no chance for success in life so far as money is concerned. John Randolph, the eccentric Virginian, once exclaimed in Congress, “Mr. Speaker, I have discovered the philosopher’s stone: pay as you go.” This is, indeed, nearer to the philosopher’s stone than any alchemist has ever yet arrived.

    4. PERSEVERE

    When a man is in the right path, he must persevere. I speak of this because there are some persons who are “born tired;” naturally lazy and possessing no self-reliance and no perseverance. But they can cultivate these qualities, as Davy Crockett said:

    “This thing remember, when I am dead: Be sure you are right, then go ahead.”

    It is this go-aheaditiveness, this determination not to let the “horrors” or the “blues” take possession of you, so as to make you relax your energies in the struggle for independence, which you must cultivate.

    How many have almost reached the goal of their ambition, but, losing faith in themselves, have relaxed their energies, and the golden prize has been lost forever.

    It is, no doubt, often true, as Shakespeare says:

    “There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.”

    If you hesitate, some bolder hand will stretch out before you and get the prize. Remember the proverb of Solomon: “He becometh poor that dealeth with a slack hand; but the hand of the diligent maketh rich.”

    Perseverance is sometimes but another word for self-reliance. Many persons naturally look on the dark side of life, and borrow trouble. They are born so. Then they ask for advice, and they will be governed by one wind and blown by another, and cannot rely upon themselves. Until you can get so that you can rely upon yourself, you need not expect to succeed.

    I have known men, personally, who have met with pecuniary reverses, and absolutely committed suicide, because they thought they could never overcome their misfortune. But I have known others who have met more serious financial difficulties, and have bridged them over by simple perseverance, aided by a firm belief that they were doing justly, and that Providence would “overcome evil with good.” You will see this illustrated in any sphere of life.

    Take two generals; both understand military tactics, both educated at West Point, if you please, both equally gifted; yet one, having this principle of perseverance, and the other lacking it, the former will succeed in his profession, while the latter will fail. One may hear the cry, “the enemy are coming, and they have got cannon.”

    “Got cannon?” says the hesitating general.

    “Yes.”

    “Then halt every man.”

    He wants time to reflect; his hesitation is his ruin; the enemy passes unmolested, or overwhelms him; while on the other hand, the general of pluck, perseverance and self-reliance, goes into battle with a will, and, amid the clash of arms, the booming of cannon, the shrieks of the wounded, and the moans of the dying, you will see this man persevering, going on, cutting and slashing his way through with unwavering determination, inspiring his soldiers to deeds of fortitude, valor, and triumph.

    5. WHATEVER YOU DO, DO IT WITH ALL YOUR MIGHT

    Work at it, if necessary, early and late, in season and out of season, not leaving a stone unturned, and never deferring for a single hour that which can be done just as well now. The old proverb is full of truth and meaning, “Whatever is worth doing at all, is worth doing well.” Many a man acquires a fortune by doing his business thoroughly, while his neighbor remains poor for life, because he only half does it. Ambition, energy, industry, perseverance, are indispensable requisites for success in business.

    Fortune always favors the brave, and never helps a man who does not help himself. It won’t do to spend your time like Mr. Micawber, in waiting for something to “turn up.” To such men one of two things usually “turns up:” the poorhouse or the jail; for idleness breeds bad habits, and clothes a man in rags. The poor spendthrift vagabond says to a rich man:

    “I have discovered there is enough money in the world for all of us, if it was equally divided; this must be done, and we shall all be happy together.”

    “But,” was the response, “if everybody was like you, it would be spent in two months, and what would you do then?”

    “Oh! divide again; keep dividing, of course!”

    Ranger One
    Ranger One
    Participant

    If that were me, I’d run over the judge with a rental truck, then back up and run over it 15 more times.

    Then when I am on trial for murder, I’d tell THAT new judge that him and all the judges can go f~~~ themselves and I’d make a statement inviting anyone in the country who thinks judges are unjust to do the same thing I did.

    Judges and the law likes to make examples out of people. Maybe it is time to make an example out of them. Hell, if killing them doesn’t work, then target their families. And to those who would insist that force SHOULDN’T be used, I would remind you that at the end of the day, GOVERNMENT = VIOLENCE.

    Sex is not rape because of mutual consent. Purchasing at a store is not robbery because of mutual consent. Working a job is not slavery because of mutual consent. All that other s~~~… mostly government s~~~… child support for a kid that is not yours… NOT mutual consent. If you don’t obey them, they will take you away and if you resist being taken away you will be MURDERED.

    I would argue in that sort of system, ANY response is justified, even going after a judge’s family. If you enforce a system that is evil, then that makes you evil as well. If you follow orders like a good Nazi, then you should die at the end of a bayonet or a noose.

    Paybacks are bitch. And overdue for decades, by my reckoning. If 100,000 Americans finally said “Enough” and simply wiped out 100,000 judges (if there even ARE that many judges in the country), things would change overnight.

    The tree of liberty needs to be refreshed from time to time with the blood of tyrants and patriots.

    If hitting back is not your thing, then there are two other responses besides just complying with slave masters: one is scorched earth and ditching the system by leaving the country (Plan Psi) or Giles Corey’s non-compliant answer to the Salem Witch Trials “More rocks”.

    All my life I've had doubts about who I am, where I belonged. Now I'm like the arrow that springs from the bow. No hesitation, no doubts. The path is clear. And what are you? Alive. Everything else is negotiable. Women have rights; men have responsibilities; MGTOW have freedom. Marriage is for chumps. If someone stands in the way of true justice, you simply walk up behind them and stab them in the heart-R'as al Ghul.

    #546824
    Ghost
    ghost
    Participant

    the wall vs s~~~ vortex

    lofl

    the wall is inescapable, the ultimate fate for our special snowflakes.

    The s~~~ vortex is totally voluntary. The s~~~ vortex begins when you buy her that first cup of coffee at starbucks or a mojito at the club, the s~~~ vortex is small, representing the sunk cost of the drink and a few minutes of your time. A phone call to her a few hours later doubles the size of the vortex, but it is still quite small, barely visible with the naked eye. with each Each date, call or text, and each thought of her eyes, her hair, or her spleen, it all makes the vortex a little wider. The next doubling comes with meeting her friends…the vortex now is joined by smaller side swirls, each of her friends has s~~~ vortices and they swirl around your girl like the Scrambler ride at the county fair. Three arms spin on a central axis, and on the end of each arm, there is another set of three arms, rotating on it’s own axis. How many layers of rotating arms does your s~~~ vortex have?

    Still, there is ample opportunity to roll off this s~~~ vortex, It is only knee deep, the current is slow, and the suction is just strong enough for you to be held in place. a slight tug upward and outward is enough to extract you from the vortex. The next doubling is meeting the parents, and it is here that the s~~~ vortex reaches critical mass, you have taken on the parent’s s~~~ vortex, and if the parents have extended family, you are now up to your shoulders, and the expectations of you staying with the special snowflake are high. The effect of your own parent’s s~~~ vortex is almost negated by the counter normal snowflake swirl. Later on as her parents age, the man will understand how critical this junction is.

    Oh brothers, as you can imagine, with s~~~ swirling around the man fixing things moving stuff, dinner’s at her mom’s house, ring shopping isn’t too far behind, now a man is up to his chin, but he can’t smell the s~~~. The man’s family can smell it, friends and coworkers are repulsed and flee. pushed away by the ever widening s~~~ vortex. for some men, the vortex is miles wide. For these men, intervention and salvation is extremely difficult, and huge doses of red pill are not enough.

    With wedding plans, dresses, flowers, the hall, the church, and the pastor, the tuxedo, the ring bearer and the flower girl, wedding rings and the marriage license the man is literally over his head in s~~~, only an inch above his head, still within easy reach of freedom, but alas the man took his final breath of free fresh air when paying the $25 for the marriage license at the county clerks office.

    The vortex becomes too deep when the man says I do, and the stamp is applied to the certificate. Congratulations, you married the special snowflake, her s~~~ vortex, and the government. yep. s~~~ vortex is now 1000 feet deep and the spittle from the “you may now kiss the bride” hasn’t even dried on the man’s lips. The kiss of death. What, you thought that was only a Mafia thing? lol Where do you think those guys got the idea?

    After 10 years of marriage, the s~~~ vortex reaches another critical stage, the thickening. Oh dear, the s~~~ begins to solidify, holding the man in place, life for the man does not change much, but for the snowflake, life is about to get interesting. Hypergamy and monkey branching while the man is blinded by the thickening s~~~ is the next phase. The man is comfortable, floating beneath layers and swirls of s~~~ he can not see, taste or perceive in any way. Ask him and he will tell you life is good. The man does not understand that the woman can not have her s~~~ vortex thicken up like pudding, it needs to remain in motion, accumulating orbiters, other friends problems, and her own anxieties and fears, particularly about the wall.

    This is when she leaves her s~~~ vortex that has been swirling and solidifying for years, and starts a new s~~~ vortex with another man. The man she married is dumb fat and happy in a s~~~ pudding, blind and deaf to what the woman is doing. Idiot. Complacency and denial waft through the air.

    I may be speaking metaphorically here, but I also speak from experience. The s~~~ vortex, the boiled frog, the tar baby, it’s all the same parable of getting in easy, and getting out is neigh impossible. Look back on your own experiences. There was a day when you could have walked away from it all. For me it was just before Christmas 1997. I walked 12 miles to her dorm at college to talk her out of breaking up with me…looking back it was a big s~~~ test, and I failed horribly. I was so passionate about staying in the relationship…up to my knees in the s~~~ vortex, that I had to see her in person and plead my case…what the f~~~ was I doing? I p~~~ed away any and all future sovereignty and she knew she could own me for as long as she liked. yes I f~~~ing walked. f~~~ you for asking.

    How many of you had a moment when you cashed it all in for your special snowflake, all your hopes dreams and desires so that you wouldn’t be alone, or you miss out on f~~~ing this angel from heaven or whatever pedestal you put the c~~~ on. Good god damn I would go back to that point and leap into traffic to save my stupid life from the road I walk down today. Or would I?

    Strength and fortitude comes from overcoming adversity. I think if this c~~~ didn’t rip me apart, it would have been another. Because all women are like that. Sure, I wake up screaming most nights, and I have bitter redpill aftertaste in my mouth. I haven’t settled down, and I can’t keep furniture very long. I have you dudes. I have your wisdom and your thoughts and opinions. Special snowflake scared away all my friends, and potential help in realizing the truth. Her family became my family, her friends became my friends, and her s~~~ vortex blocked out any voice of reason, my friends and family had.

    Thank you dudes for being here. I found my own way out, but I hope we can prevent some men from falling into the s~~~ vortex in the first place.

    A BIG thank you to you as well brother. Glad you’re here and I thoroughly enjoyed your in-depth analysis of the s~~~ vortex.

    #546811

    Anonymous

    the wall vs s~~~ vortex

    lofl

    the wall is inescapable, the ultimate fate for our special snowflakes.

    The s~~~ vortex is totally voluntary. The s~~~ vortex begins when you buy her that first cup of coffee at starbucks or a mojito at the club, the s~~~ vortex is small, representing the sunk cost of the drink and a few minutes of your time. A phone call to her a few hours later doubles the size of the vortex, but it is still quite small, barely visible with the naked eye. with each Each date, call or text, and each thought of her eyes, her hair, or her spleen, it all makes the vortex a little wider. The next doubling comes with meeting her friends…the vortex now is joined by smaller side swirls, each of her friends has s~~~ vortices and they swirl around your girl like the Scrambler ride at the county fair. Three arms spin on a central axis, and on the end of each arm, there is another set of three arms, rotating on it’s own axis. How many layers of rotating arms does your s~~~ vortex have?

    Still, there is ample opportunity to roll off this s~~~ vortex, It is only knee deep, the current is slow, and the suction is just strong enough for you to be held in place. a slight tug upward and outward is enough to extract you from the vortex. The next doubling is meeting the parents, and it is here that the s~~~ vortex reaches critical mass, you have taken on the parent’s s~~~ vortex, and if the parents have extended family, you are now up to your shoulders, and the expectations of you staying with the special snowflake are high. The effect of your own parent’s s~~~ vortex is almost negated by the counter normal snowflake swirl. Later on as her parents age, the man will understand how critical this junction is.

    Oh brothers, as you can imagine, with s~~~ swirling around the man fixing things moving stuff, dinner’s at her mom’s house, ring shopping isn’t too far behind, now a man is up to his chin, but he can’t smell the s~~~. The man’s family can smell it, friends and coworkers are repulsed and flee. pushed away by the ever widening s~~~ vortex. for some men, the vortex is miles wide. For these men, intervention and salvation is extremely difficult, and huge doses of red pill are not enough.

    With wedding plans, dresses, flowers, the hall, the church, and the pastor, the tuxedo, the ring bearer and the flower girl, wedding rings and the marriage license the man is literally over his head in s~~~, only an inch above his head, still within easy reach of freedom, but alas the man took his final breath of free fresh air when paying the $25 for the marriage license at the county clerks office.

    The vortex becomes too deep when the man says I do, and the stamp is applied to the certificate. Congratulations, you married the special snowflake, her s~~~ vortex, and the government. yep. s~~~ vortex is now 1000 feet deep and the spittle from the “you may now kiss the bride” hasn’t even dried on the man’s lips. The kiss of death. What, you thought that was only a Mafia thing? lol Where do you think those guys got the idea?

    After 10 years of marriage, the s~~~ vortex reaches another critical stage, the thickening. Oh dear, the s~~~ begins to solidify, holding the man in place, life for the man does not change much, but for the snowflake, life is about to get interesting. Hypergamy and monkey branching while the man is blinded by the thickening s~~~ is the next phase. The man is comfortable, floating beneath layers and swirls of s~~~ he can not see, taste or perceive in any way. Ask him and he will tell you life is good. The man does not understand that the woman can not have her s~~~ vortex thicken up like pudding, it needs to remain in motion, accumulating orbiters, other friends problems, and her own anxieties and fears, particularly about the wall.

    This is when she leaves her s~~~ vortex that has been swirling and solidifying for years, and starts a new s~~~ vortex with another man. The man she married is dumb fat and happy in a s~~~ pudding, blind and deaf to what the woman is doing. Idiot. Complacency and denial waft through the air.

    I may be speaking metaphorically here, but I also speak from experience. The s~~~ vortex, the boiled frog, the tar baby, it’s all the same parable of getting in easy, and getting out is neigh impossible. Look back on your own experiences. There was a day when you could have walked away from it all. For me it was just before Christmas 1997. I walked 12 miles to her dorm at college to talk her out of breaking up with me…looking back it was a big s~~~ test, and I failed horribly. I was so passionate about staying in the relationship…up to my knees in the s~~~ vortex, that I had to see her in person and plead my case…what the f~~~ was I doing? I p~~~ed away any and all future sovereignty and she knew she could own me for as long as she liked. yes I f~~~ing walked. f~~~ you for asking.

    How many of you had a moment when you cashed it all in for your special snowflake, all your hopes dreams and desires so that you wouldn’t be alone, or you miss out on f~~~ing this angel from heaven or whatever pedestal you put the c~~~ on. Good god damn I would go back to that point and leap into traffic to save my stupid life from the road I walk down today. Or would I?

    Strength and fortitude comes from overcoming adversity. I think if this c~~~ didn’t rip me apart, it would have been another. Because all women are like that. Sure, I wake up screaming most nights, and I have bitter redpill aftertaste in my mouth. I haven’t settled down, and I can’t keep furniture very long. I have you dudes. I have your wisdom and your thoughts and opinions. Special snowflake scared away all my friends, and potential help in realizing the truth. Her family became my family, her friends became my friends, and her s~~~ vortex blocked out any voice of reason, my friends and family had.

    Thank you dudes for being here. I found my own way out, but I hope we can prevent some men from falling into the s~~~ vortex in the first place.

    Gargamel
    Gargamel
    Spectator

    I tried hanging out with Thugs, but it made me feel bad seeing the terrible things that they did to respectable people. I decided to go for the quiet sedentary life of study and engineering. Once I made that decision, I never had women interested in me ever again. Lol.

    Right decision!

    I did not want to become a drug dealer, beating up other people just to get some stupid pussy.

    I always saw the KIND OF GIRL getting into the cars of our school thugs and yes, they are stupid walking robots. They are nothing but callous trophies and obnoxious “decorations” for the ego of these men.

    I couldn’t even talk to girls because they were so totally “away from the real world”… So why want 2 bad things if you can have it “all good”?

    Getting good grades, making money on the side, and doing expensive hobbies gave me more joy then the other students had that were already ball deep in relations~~~ trouble…

    I knew, that my LOL will come later in life… When the “on-crowd” chads are used up, partied out, brain damaged from drinking and drugging…

    And when they get dumped by women that NOW want to money branch to “Plan B”…

    My last and final LOL was sending them away.

    Priceless and more satisfaction than “being with them and taking their bulls~~~”

    I never envied other students for their relations~~~ troubles… I already had too much trouble like that around me when I was a kid.

    My standard with women always was and this will never be negotiable:

    No female bulls~~~, no mind-games, no hive mind, no negativity and no destruction of property…

    I know now that this reduces my prospect list to ZERO.

    So be it!

    In July of 2018, this honey pot forum was sold out to an unidentified NPC sock puppet and troll organization. Most independent thinkers and writers migrated to other MGTOW forums as a result of the never-ending infighting and deliberate trouble starting caused by members who were given "carte blanche" by the admin to do whatever they want. Before my departure, I only left a few thousand cat pics here to comfort and ridicule the feminist owners who now run this place. Their background agenda is to make MGTOW look like a club of losers the public eye. And during the course of 2019, they actually managed to destroy almost all other MGTOW venues as well. Here is the truth about "theindependentman.org" aka "TIM" which was created as an extended workbench to further divide the community. When you register, they install a spyware Zombie cookie on your browser that does all kinds of things the user does not know of: http://www.filedropper.com/essay-on-the-removal-of-malware-cookies-used-by-tim (.pdf file)

    #546193

    In reply to: We are making news


    Anonymous

    And we do have to ask why so many men die within 2 years of retiring. It seems that the more time they spend at home with their wives, the shorter their lifespan becomes. Odd coincidence, don’t you think?

    No nothing odd about that at all.

    the road wrote:
    I want something I can feel confident in quoting when someone is trying to push lies about how great the plantation is.

    Why? Debating them isn’t going to change their minds.
    If thousands of facts, decades of horrors, and a collapsing society haven’t changed their minds, why do you think that you’re going to be the one who will finally break through all the willful ignorance and cognitive dissonance?
    Talk about hubris.

    I think he’s being force fed blue pill.
    If you are still fighting for or against them then they still have you under their sway.
    That is the game and the only way to win is to not play.

    LionOnTheLoose
    LionOnTheLoose
    Participant

    Greetings, brothers! I can’t tell you how thrilled I am to find this community. I’ll try to keep my introduction concise: I’m in my mid-30s, and got married in my mid-20s to a girl I’d been with since uni. Even by then, though I didn’t realise at the time, she’d become controlling and verbally abusive; the physical abuse began about a year after the wedding. I won’t go into the details now, but suffice to say I genuinely feared for my life on many occasions.

    I’m a musician, and was fortunate to have had quite a bit of success in my rather niche musical world in my teens and early 20s. When I got married, though, I somehow got it into my head that it was a great idea to give all that up and get a well-paid job in finance so I could be a “supportive husband”—what a lucky woman! *rolls eyes* My naive blue-pill belief at the time that, the more generous you are to a woman, the more she will appreciate you, proved of course to be sadly mistaken: as we know, the result is in fact the opposite, and the more my salary climbed to ridiculous heights, the more we got into debt and the more outrageous her behaviour became. The things I had to do to her to “prove that I loved her” became so absurd that it started interfering with said well-paid job in finance (which btw I hated every minute of).

    Two years ago, my life on the “plantation” falling apart and willingly isolated from my family and friends (all in an effort to “prove that I loved her”), I secretly got back in touch with my best mate from school and told him everything. That was the turning point: within a month I had left her, and by the following year had divorced her. Best decision of my life. A few weeks after I let her, I got fired from the hated finance job, which in a strange way was wonderful as well as humiliating, and I immediately set about returning to music. Two years later, my life is bliss: no woman, no boss, making a good living from my music. Thankfully, we never had children (don’t think she liked the idea that money and attention would get diverted from her to them lol): I shudder to think what would have happened if we had, and really feel for all those of you who’ve had kids mixed up in these nightmares.

    Bizarrely, the greatest decline in my opinion of women took place since I left my ex-wife. Two years ago, I believed she was a hideous exception but that there must still be lots of nice kind women out there who believed in mutual trust and respect. Having dated and interacted with all sorts of women since then, I’ve come to realise that my ex-wife may have been extreme in her violent behaviour, but her worldview is quite normal today: expecting everything from a man while giving nothing in return.

    Last year I discovered the PUA community and found they could explain a lot which hadn’t made sense to my blue-pill self. With great respect to the PUA community, though, my problem with them is basically that they still want something from women. I don’t. I’m not interested in relationships or even sex anymore. I want what I wanted as a teenager: to devote myself to music, to make great art. So you can imagine how excited I was to discover the MGTOW community: finally, guys who understand what I’m trying to do! At times, to be honest, I feel incredibly angry that I wasted all those years with that woman, that I gave up on my music career just when it was really taking off. But I know the best thing to do is not to waste any more time with self-pity, and to crack on with picking up where I left off and executing on my dreams. And it’s going well so far.

    Thanks a lot for reading and I’m really looking forward to joining you guys on your own journeys!

    Lion OTL

    There aren't holes in your pockets. It's called marriage.

    Gargamel
    Gargamel
    Spectator

    Now, at no point in time over the course of about six months did I think that she had a soul. Because she didn’t.

    Wish I had had that knowledge like 45 years ago.

    Woman have no soul. They are materialistic and selfish predators that walk over dead bodies to get what they “WANT”.

    They beat the s~~~ out of a child and tell him that it’s his fault…

    And that the child will be told FOR YEARS that “he WILL become a criminal” if he retaliates to physical attacks like I did.

    C~~~s have nothing in them that is desirable.

    Except:

    But she had a killer body, with dynamic curves and totally addictive pheromones. Like when she would reposition during 69 and smashed her ass down into my face to where I almost couldn’t breath: Her holes tasted like a combination of vanilla & cinnamon.

    That is the “trump card” women played since evolution began.
    Men would always put up with their s~~~, no matter how bad it got.

    “The smell of a woman always got him back to the plantation” no matter how much the c~~~ abused her man.

    But since feminism ALLOWED them to let go of themselves, drink, smoke, take drugs and “party all night” their bodies decay very early and they get that “old people smell” very early in life…

    And we only say “old hag” when she turns 33 and finally wants to “settle down”… And she thinks that she is still hot… Smelling like a 70 year old alcoholic.

    Woman now lose that “mind blowing” smell that would make men weak.

    We now call them “tuna” and get discomforts and blood pressure peaks in the presence of a woman…

    Too much terror in workplaces where these c~~~s are all over that shower only twice a week (Daily Mail and others wrote about it)…

    They cause us adrenaline and that in turn dominates over the sex drive. Men in “fight mode” don’t get erections.

    No more sperm for the c~~~s…

    A change in evolution now takes place. Males no longer follow the smell of a female and no longer have the desire to cover one of them.

    The mouse utopia experiment is in full swing.

    In July of 2018, this honey pot forum was sold out to an unidentified NPC sock puppet and troll organization. Most independent thinkers and writers migrated to other MGTOW forums as a result of the never-ending infighting and deliberate trouble starting caused by members who were given "carte blanche" by the admin to do whatever they want. Before my departure, I only left a few thousand cat pics here to comfort and ridicule the feminist owners who now run this place. Their background agenda is to make MGTOW look like a club of losers the public eye. And during the course of 2019, they actually managed to destroy almost all other MGTOW venues as well. Here is the truth about "theindependentman.org" aka "TIM" which was created as an extended workbench to further divide the community. When you register, they install a spyware Zombie cookie on your browser that does all kinds of things the user does not know of: http://www.filedropper.com/essay-on-the-removal-of-malware-cookies-used-by-tim (.pdf file)

    Gargamel
    Gargamel
    Spectator

    Good article describing female nature.

    It may be from the PUA point of view but that doesn’t make any difference to the facts themselves.

    It’s actually a must read for every man on the planet.

    Hybristophilia , The Female Attraction to Violence

    (more here)

    http://sheddingoftheego.com/2015/08/23/hybristophilia-the-female-attraction-to-violence/

    The ROK article just shows ONE example on how futile it is to try and get any woman or even keep her if you don’t have that “criminal touch”.

    It could also be named “Beta provider fools, save your money” and commit crimes as a sure fire way to get pussy.

    There is second article linked to the one of the OP:

    http://www.returnofkings.com/78208/every-violent-male-criminal-is-rewarded-with-sex-from-beautiful-women

    As someone who grew up with a mother attracted to a man explosive as my father, I can fill whole threads on that subject…

    The thing runs even deeper: If the man is not violent by nature, women MAKE HIM VIOLENT so he gives them the ‘gina tingles…

    And I was the child playing within the wreckage of the smashed furniture and already knew how important it was to cover my face from the spilled hot potato soup. (1972)

    When these c~~~s (mother and grandmother) made my dad explode, there were no limits and running and hiding was the key to come out of these family standoffs unharmed.

    Our apartment repeatedly (from 1969 to 1975) looked like Dresden after the bombing raid in 1945.

    It stopped when grandmother was moved out by community workers in 1975.
    (She complained all over but didn’t want to leave, then they MADE her leave – She finally showed her face: She was getting satisfaction from the ongoing violence and destruction!)

    But my mother never divorced my father. She got off on his aggression.

    But she failed in turning me into a f~~~ed up and aggressive little loser… I was endlessly shamed for not being a man that beats other people… For not “manning up” as a kid…

    Women now get what they deserve: Rapefugees. And that’s what they really want.
    I secretly hope that the rapefugees will do a good job subduing on our worthless c~~~s.

    We’ll see how long the c~~~s will go without us smart and boring creative guys.

    The sooner we move out of the game, the sooner it ends.

    In July of 2018, this honey pot forum was sold out to an unidentified NPC sock puppet and troll organization. Most independent thinkers and writers migrated to other MGTOW forums as a result of the never-ending infighting and deliberate trouble starting caused by members who were given "carte blanche" by the admin to do whatever they want. Before my departure, I only left a few thousand cat pics here to comfort and ridicule the feminist owners who now run this place. Their background agenda is to make MGTOW look like a club of losers the public eye. And during the course of 2019, they actually managed to destroy almost all other MGTOW venues as well. Here is the truth about "theindependentman.org" aka "TIM" which was created as an extended workbench to further divide the community. When you register, they install a spyware Zombie cookie on your browser that does all kinds of things the user does not know of: http://www.filedropper.com/essay-on-the-removal-of-malware-cookies-used-by-tim (.pdf file)

    #546053

    In reply to: We are making news

    The road
    the road
    Participant

    I want something I can feel confident in quoting when someone is trying to push lies about how great the plantation is.

    Why? Debating them isn’t going to change their minds.

    If thousands of facts, decades of horrors, and a collapsing society haven’t changed their minds, why do you think that you’re going to be the one who will finally break through all the willful ignorance and cognitive dissonance?

    Talk about hubris.

    Because that’s how I operate.

    #MANOUT

    #545966
    BrainPilot
    BrainPilot
    Participant

    More than 20 years ago, as a much younger and more tolerant man, I helped a girl I was dating set up a business. She was a hair dresser (I know, I know. This is the first giant red flag). Her employer was going broke and she was afraid of her paycheck bouncing. We agreed that a business loan would be the best thing for her, her credit history, her business etc. But she needed to act more quickly than a business loan could be approved. I told her I would loan her the 12k to set up her own place for the 2 or 3 months it took the process to complete, then she could use the business loan to pay me back and then make payments per the terms of that loan. I put the things she needed on my credit card as I didn’t have that cash at the time. She agreed to pay the minimum on the credit card for the month or two that it took for her to get her loan.

    We set up her salon and it went very well. She was in the black (needing no further operating money from loans) by the end of the first month. But she wasn’t paying me the minimum, and she was getting increasingly bitchy when I would bring it up. Finally, she got p~~~ed off one day and said, “you know, we don’t have anything written down here!”. The intended message was clear: I didn’t have a written contract to make her pay me back. She was threatening not to pay me back. <CHECK>

    I backed off and let that slide for a few days until she calmed down a bit. The next time it came up, I explained to her that we actually DID have something in writing. What we had were bunch of credit card receipts for sinks and mirrors and dryers and all the other s~~~…with my name on them. I further explained that she could continue to use MY salon equipment if she chose to pay me for it. Otherwise, I would be repossessing that s~~~ and selling it to pay the credit card companies. <CHECK>

    She got pretty p~~~ed off and we didn’t speak for a couple days while she sought advice of the hive. The hive explained to her that she had nothing in writing to show that any of that s~~~ belonged to her, and that I was probably going to do what I said I would do, which would make her unemployed. ‘

    When she came back to talk to me about it, she was still in manipulation mode. She said she was afraid to pay me back because she thought I would abandon plans to marry her if I had my money (after helping her and being threatened, she was f~~~ing right!). She said if I would give her a ring, and promise to marry her, and set a wedding date, she would get the business loan and pay me back. <CHECK>

    My response: “I can’t buy you a ring because I haven’t started my medical career yet so I don’t have any money. The only way I can buy you a ring is to put it on my credit card. But that’s impossible because my card is max’d out from all the salon equipment that you haven’t kept your promise to pay me for. If you break that promise and don’t pay me back, I’m not going to be all that inspired to marry you, and it won’t even be possible to buy you a ring anyway…”. <CHECK MATE>

    The story ends with me getting every dollar of my money.

    She did not get the ring.

    (Because after all, we did not have anything in writing that said I was going to buy her a ring…)

    😉

    Look, it's not my fault that tornado dropped a house on your sister. Now get back on your broom and get your ass out of here... and take your monkeys with you

    #545728

    In reply to: We are making news

    OldBill
    OldBill
    Participant

    I want something I can feel confident in quoting when someone is trying to push lies about how great the plantation is.

    Why? Debating them isn’t going to change their minds.

    If thousands of facts, decades of horrors, and a collapsing society haven’t changed their minds, why do you think that you’re going to be the one who will finally break through all the willful ignorance and cognitive dissonance?

    Talk about hubris.

    Do not date. Do not impregnate. Do not co-habitate. Above all, do not marry. Reclaim and never again surrender your personal sovereignty.

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