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Would You Submit To Everyday Biometric Identification?
What would you do when it becomes mandatory to be tagged so you can be identified and tracked wherever you go and whatever you do – without your consent.
It’s already happening. There are passports and fingerprinting which most everyone accepts. Eye-scanning and voiceprint identification for secure facilities. Society has accepted the first step of the ‘Big Brother’ programme.
Biometric identifiers are distinctive, measurable characteristics that are used to label and describe individuals. There are both physiological and behavioral characteristics. ‘
Physiological characteristics are related to the shape of the body. Examples include fingerprint, palm veins, face recognition, DNA, palm print, hand geometry, iris recognition, retina and odour-scent identification.
Behavioral characteristics are related to the pattern of behavior of a person, including but not limited to typing rhythm, gait and voice. Some researchers have coined the term behaviometrics to describe this.
In some areas of the world, payment systems that require palm scanning or face scanning are already being tested. We have entered an era where biometric security is being hailed as the “solution” to the antiquated security methods of the past.
We are being promised that the constant problems that hackers are causing with our credit cards, bank accounts, ATM machines and Internet passwords will all go away once we switch over to biometric identification.
Really? Or is this just a ruse to get everyone tagged?
Citizens worldwide are growing accustomed to the collection of two biometric characteristics, i.e. fingerprints and biometric pictures, as these are implemented in machine readable travel documents (MRTD) issued according to ICAO standards.
Private companies have been developing new services concerning biometrics too. For more than 3,000 diseases, among them breast cancer, Alzheimer’s disease, mucoviscidosis, and Huntington’s chorea, genetic reasons are known and companies offer genetic tests to detect genetic loading with regards to such diseases.
In a well-known case, Italian philosopher Giorgio Agamben refused to enter the United States in protest at the United States Visitor and Immigrant Status Indicator (US-VISIT) program’s requirement for visitors to be fingerprinted and photographed. Agamben argued that gathering of biometric data is a form of bio-political tattooing, akin to the tattooing of Jews during the Holocaust.
According to Agamben, biometrics turn the human persona into a bare body. Agamben refers to the two words used by Ancient Greeks for indicating “life”. Zoe – which is the life common to animals and humans as just life; and bios, which is life in the human context, with meanings and purposes.
Agamben envisages the reduction to bare bodies for the whole humanity or even to a sub-human level as was the case for the Jews. For him, a new bio-political relationship between citizens and the state is turning citizens into pure biological life or less (zoe) depriving them from their humanity (bios); and biometrics would herald this new world.
With biometric information available to those who would be able to get it without consent, genetic profiling would be possible. Think of the film ‘Gattica’. It bears watching.
As a new service, companies have also started to offer genealogical research based on DNA tests. The aim is to determine the geographical origin of customers and to find other descendants of joint ancestors. These new emerging social or rather genetic networks revolve around the common interest of shared ancestry and pre-dispositions.
While in these cases the use of DNA as identifying information cannot be changed by the user, social networks usually offer the possibility to create a partial identity: a profile describing the user, interests and often – social contacts.
Privacy and identity theft should also be a major concern for operators and users of websites offering information on persons, in particular the wide variety of emerging social networks, as the availability of detailed personal information provides ground for a wide range of actions with criminal intent.
Databases containing biometric data are themselves a threat to privacy. Such data may be used as a unique identifier and thus enables linking of a wide number of existing databases and profiling for many purposes.
Biometric raw data may even be extended to identify health risks which may raise a desire for access to these data by insurance companies, banks or for health related advertising.
In essence when does identification stop and profiling start? Although to us these are different things – to the security services, industry and banking system the distinction does not exist as the profiling is an extension of the biometric identification process. That is how it is justified.
For example this data is obtained as ‘security’ information by insurance companies which impose the contractual duty for their customers to report previous diseases, known dispositions and other circumstances allowing conclusions regarding future illnesses.
It may be argued individuals may benefit from lower insurance rates from such data, or in reality may not find a company willing to offer them insurance coverage based on their genetic predisposition.
In short – genetic discrimination.
This can be applied to the community at large – in which your biometeric information is used to define your purpose in life – a neo-caste system of have and have-nots.
A polarised world where biometric markers define you from the type of food you are supposed to eat – to what grades you should aspire to (and no more) – to the work you will be good at and what will be beneficial for you. Plus you get marketing and advertising and banking choices just for your type of person (that is – the type they say you are).
Plus the real catch – can you be a closet murderer or rapist? It may be in your genes you know. To protect society you may have to be locked up for good. How do you cure a genetic pre-disposition?
Again if you do not conform to your biometric ‘norms’ – could it be you are somehow ‘sick’ and in need of ‘treatment’? Exactly how does that work when someone tells you how you are supposed to be?
There are categories of privacy concerns:
Unintended functional scope: The authentication goes further than authentication, such as finding a tumor.
Unintended application scope: The authentication process correctly identifies the subject when the subject did not wish to be identified.
Covert identification: The subject is identified without seeking identification or authentication, i.e. a subject’s face is identified in a crowd
Identification profiling : The linking of the individual’s biometric markers to a database of related DNA profiles that provide generic and systemic risks that can be identified with this type of marker.
Social profiling : The linking of the biometric data to others’ data that have been associates or in close relationships with the individual;s marker.
Yumbo’s future shocks
- Mike has been at the kindergarten for one month. To pick him up David usually uses his MyComm device to open the kindergarten gate. Today, however, he forgot it on his desk. The backup system would use his biometric data instead but David refused to provide this data, as the kindergarten was not able to prove that they implemented Privacy Enhancing Technologies to avoid misuse of the data.
- As Mike is still new at the kindergarten the replacement nursery teacher did not know David personally and had to check his biometric data and the files before he allowed David to take Mike with him. Initially the kindergarten did not plan to keep the old-fashioned file system logging the parent’s entitlement. However, a parent initiative successfully fought for it, as not everyone was willing to provide a raw-data photo.
- Even if David can avoid their biometric data being spread widely, it does not seem likely that they can prevent Mike’s data from being collected. A new programme of the local government envisages taking biometric pictures of every child and using the raw data to identify possible health risks and to automatically check for suspicious signs of child abuse or neglect by their parents.
- This, so argued a government spokesman to David’s fury, should provide pre-indications for the school doctor programme enabling the focus to be set on suspicious children and saving tax money on the service. But rumours spread that the acquired data will also be fed into the governmental databases on children, evaluating the likelihood of future criminal or offending behaviour and the possible need for assistance by social workers.
- When such databases were first introduced for convicted criminals nobody would have ever thought of registering children at kindergarten-age within such a database. But as pupils have been surveyed in this way for many years and intervention of social workers, and juvenile authorities is more effective the younger the children are, the step to include data collected at pre-schools and kindergartens was just a question of time.
- While waiting for the passport to be checked against the files, David thinks of a case in another kindergarten where a divorced mother not having received the right of custody managed to have somebody access the kindergarten’s Wi-Fi and the verification reference database. By injecting her reference data in the profile of her authorised ex-husband she received the desired entitlement. She then picked up her daughter and left for her country of origin. As everyone thought the girl was with her father no one was suspicious until it was too late.
- After finally accrediting David to pick up his son, the nursery teacher uses a display to locate Mike. All children are tracked throughout the day by cameras using face recognition. Other parents even use the online-service to watch the movements of their children on a floor plan of the kindergarten viewed on their MyComm. Some parents has their children bio-chipped to make sure they were always safe. The bio-chip was a new technology that not only provided information about the child but also who they were with, what was said and how the children reacted.
- David knows of another mother who uses the kindy’s filter function. Using this, the system defined which areas her daughter could go to and which other children she could play with using profiling software.
- Having given it much thought, David gets concerned with all the tracking and exclusions. He does not want Mike to get too accustomed to tracking or being told whom he can play with by the school and currently considers another kindergarten for Mike.
Many countries, including the United States, are planning to share biometric data with other nations
Certain members of the civilian community are worried about how biometric data is used but full disclosure may not be forthcoming. In particular, the Unclassified Report of the United States’ Defense Science Board Task Force on Defense Biometrics states that it is wise to protect, and sometimes even to disguise, the true and total extent of national capabilities in areas related directly to the conduct of security-related activities. This also potentially applies to Biometrics. It goes on to say that this is a classic feature of intelligence and military operations. In short, the goal is to preserve the security of ‘sources and methods’.
Countries using biometrics include Australia, Brazil, Canada, Cyprus, Greece, China, Gambia, Germany, India, Iraq, Israel, Italy, Malaysia, Netherlands, New Zealand, Nigeria, Norway, Pakistan, Saudi Arabia, Tanzania,[59] Ukraine, United Arab Emirates, United Kingdom, United States and Venezuela.
Among low to middle income countries, roughly 1.2 billion people have already received identification through a biometric identification program.
Young people tend to be less alarmed by this technology, and so that is where it is being pushed.
For now, biometric security is not being forced on people. If you want to avoid it, you can.
Are there other ways that do not invade our freedoms? We don’t know. We have seldom asked and have never given real thought to the problem – or been given real answers. Society’s trust in the wisdom of its leaders – in some ways – is absolute.
This technology is going to keep spreading, and it is going to become harder and harder to avoid it.
And it is easy to imagine what governments could do with this kind of technology. If it wanted to, it could use it to literally track the movements and behavior of everyone.
We are already starting to see the establishment of massive biometric databases. One of these is the FBI’s facial recognition database that is a part of their “Next Generation Identification” program. It is being projected that the FBI have compiled 52 million of “face images”. Given enough time, eventually they would have all of our faces in their computers.
And one day, this kind of technology will likely be so pervasive that you won’t be able to open a bank account, get a credit card or even buy anything without having either your hand or your face scanned first. And don’t forget that chip in your hand – or head.
But eventually, once it has been adopted on a widespread basis, banks and government agencies will start requiring it. Then lives change – and there can be no going back.
When that day arrives, what will you do?
Can you live like that? Would you live like that?
That is something to think about.
Topic: my experience
I got married at 33 in the early 90’s to a nurse I worked with. I had a problem with hellacious anxiety attacks where I felt like I was going into shock and dying. My shrink put me on clonazepam. I started smoking pot on top of it. The drugs started to spiral out of control.
In 2003 I had quit my job to go back to school which wasn’t possible with the meds I was on so I dropped out.
my wife was an ICU nurse who ended up on disability due to her health. I had previously taken out a $250,000 life insurance policy with her as soul beneficiary.
One day she went to Walgreens with me to pick up clonazepam and hydrocodone. She watched me read the label on the clonazepam. The dosage had been changed from 1 mg TID to 3 mg TID. My eyes grew wide and as she observed me she said, “Score”. 3 days later I could barely walk and all my words were slurred. I got a call from my shrink because apparently that dosage set off DEA alarms and there was an investigation over the dosage. I don’t know why walgreens filled it. My shrink wanted to know how the dosage was changed. Apparently the DEA talked to Walgreens and it was determined that a female voice called in the prescription. My primary physician was a female and she denied she called it in.
My shrink had an agreement with my wife and I that I would get a safe and store them there and she would dispense them as prescribed. Very quickly she started asking me how many I wanted. By the time I got to the altered prescription she just dropped them in my hand like candy.
What saved my life was her leaving an oxycontin, (her own prescription) on the counter and I popped it in my mouth. She was so p~~~ed that she called group health to send me to a detox hospital in Seattle. At the airport she dropped a handful of pills in my hand and Somehow I staggered onto the plane and made it on my own. 3 days later I was so psychotic that I demanded to leave because I thought I had to get home and find a job. They told me I would be in for an unimaginable crises if I did this on my own, but there was so much stress about finding that f~~~ing job that I left AMA…I wasn’t aware of how far gone I was.
When I got home I had a feeling of fear around her. I asked her point blank… “do you love me?” “Love you” she said, “I hate your f~~~ing guts”. The next words out of my mouth were “then let’s get divorced.” I slept in the spare room that night and my pulse was about 170 and thready. She said, “You need some clonazepam, how many do you want.” I called my sister and told her what had happened. She said “We need to get you out of there before she kills you. I landed on my unsuspecting 70 year old fathers doorstep with a suitcase.
I was awake for 4 days straight… not fun. On day 3 I was laying in bed and started seizing. I could feel my diaphragm wanting to lock up. I didn’t know what to do, I couldn’t walk, call out for help or call 911. my jaws locked down so hard I broke a tooth. It was God’s grace that I didn’t die right then and there.
My dad hired me a divorce attorney which ended up costing me $10’000 dollars which I paid back. Fortunately I had no assets, no kids and was unemployed. I declared bankruptcy. I walked away with no equity in the house which she got of course… I got a dresser, tv, and a recliner and that was it. I had a piano there which was mine.
When it was agreed that I would go get a quilt that my mom made me, she didn’t want to give it up and called the police. They said they were there for a domestic standby. I got the quilt along with a restraining order against me.
I couldn’t go to the house on the day I was suppose to get my s~~~ and had to have other people go get it. She had left the piano in the rain for 3 days, bagged up all of her spring cleaning and trash and the unwitting people that went to get my s~~~ had no idea what she was up to. They weren’t allowed to return.
her attorney slapped a restraining order on that $250,000 life insurance policy which I couldn’t cancel until the divorce was final.
I spent 6 months not wanting to talk to anyone and sat on my dads deck and stared at the trees. I was told by the people at group health that my recovery would be similar to someone who had been in a major traffic accident. I still don’t feel completely right 13 years later.
She used to tell me that she would dose her patients with enough morphine to make them comfortable which would sometimes surpress their respiratory system and result in death.
The last thing she said to me as she dropped that last pile of pills in my hand was, “I just want you to be comfortable!”. I never spoke to the woman again.
AnonymousI had to leave my property. The deed has my name on it and I was forced to leave my property to her for her enjoyment. I don’t know what awaits me after the divorce process. But I’m doing my best to treat this ordeal as psychological warfare. I must try not to be affected. I must think straight and plan to outwit the enemy. I’m putting a lot of effort into finding a solution that will be advantageous to me. It’s an uphill battle for a man, in many cases a losing battle even. I owe it to valour to face this head on though. One MGTOW here, I believe his handle is Stencil, he managed. He outwitted his wife. I will attempt to outwit mine in my own way using my own strategies. I lead this war, I think of my lawyer as a general, someone who has experience on the battlefield, but also someone who looks a battlefield from a detached perspective in order to make the best decisions. The lawyer is someone I should be able to demand options from, but in the end I am Commander-in-Chief, I will question the general if I feel a need to. I will accept his opinion as being the most experienced, but in the end I will make the final decision. I will give the order.
Know when it is your duty to give them zero explanations for your actions.
Topic: WA4SWJ Introduction
Hi Gentlemen,
I’ve posted off and on for about 5 months since finding MGTOW. I don’t remember what directed me here, but it was some comment on a BS relationship commentary about the “dark” things on the forums here. It was something about men disconnecting from women and marriage and some women bitching about it. So I had to check it out and started reading and watching videos and so on and yelling “Hell Yeah!!” and occasional expletives about the dirty tricks females like to play that have been played on a lot of the guys here. I’m very glad to have found this group of guys that I can identify with. Then I saw a comment on one of the threads that said “If you want to be taken seriously here, write an introduction.” Well, that sort of embarrassed me because I’ve been posting off and on for a few months and I always thought that posting an intro is a bit of an egotistical thing, you know – talking about me. But, I also thought “You know what? That’s a good comment since there are some female lurkers here and an intro would help make sure that you are who you say you are. Plus, the brothers can get to know a bit about you.” So here is an intro from me and I hope I haven’t fractured the MGTOW culture too badly by not posting this before now. I’m 66 as I write this, soon to be 67 in July, so this is a bit of a long tale, but I’ll keep it as short as I can. I hope it will help someone in some way.
My story starts out in college. I was in engineering school obtaining my BSEE. When my high school sweetie and I broke up in my college freshman year because I was away from home at school, I met, during my sophomore year, a “little red haired girl” (literally) that I absolutely fell crushingly in love with. I mean big time, crashed to the ground, helpless. I dated Brenda for three years during college until she broke up with me during my fourth year to go with a guy in her physical therapy class. She married him and is still with him. I was just dead inside for years over that event. During my fifth year in college (I worked part time and took a lot more classes than I needed to graduate because I had multiple interests) I met a gal through one of my fraternity brothers that would become my first wife, Dana. (Yes, there have been more than one. More on that later.)
Dana was sort of strange from the beginning being colder than I had experienced with Brenda, but I decided to marry her anyway after only knowing her for 9 months – this short time before marriage was a big mistake. And although I was still crashed inside from Brenda, which took nearly 10 years to fully recover from, I did develop love for Dana, but over time she managed to kill it. I stayed married to Dana for 22 years. Immediately after we were married our sex life went from nearly constant to nearly non-existent. It was like someone flipped a switch off once we got home from the wedding and sex just pretty much vanished. Once a month if I was lucky – twice if I was real lucky – most times once every 2 months. I recall only 5 times over our 22-year marriage when she initiated sex and that was usually because I had been ignoring her for a while pursuing my hobbies. For some ungodly reason being ignored switches something on inside women. We’ll never know why. Note for you younger guys reading this – if you think getting married will gain you more sex, as many others on this forum have said, you’re delusional. It will not happen. Maybe at first you’ll get some, but the frequency of sex will inevitably decline and the decline will be a lot faster than your boners decline in frequency. Sex is NOT a reason to get married!
Anyway, I put up with the lack of sex/closeness because I thought you were supposed to stay married once you got married. I asked her why she didn’t want sex. Her nonchalant response: “Oh, we did all that before we were married.” I was floored because I thought you got more sex once you were married. I later asked her why she had married me because it was obvious that she wanted little to do with me. She replied “Because I thought you would make a lot of money.” Not because she loved me – it was all money. Over time the relationship just got worse and worse and I, and I hate to admit this, started cheating on her. I just couldn’t stand that dreaded Hawaiian disease – Lacka Nookie. Over the years we moved around due to my career, our income grew and we kept buying bigger houses and more things that she wanted like fur coats, china, silverware, upscale cars, etc. I also went to business school and got my MBA. My income went up further as I moved into management and I found other women to fool around with as we moved around the country. I was always discrete, but I admit it was a wrong thing to do on my part. I should have just divorced her early on. That would have been a much better result because I was terribly unhappy almost from the beginning and developed a very bad attitude toward women during 22 years of marriage. Finally, after many years of her mental abuse (and that is what it is) from withholding sex, I moved to one of the other bedrooms in the house and just disconnected from my wife and went my own way. After a few months of that I got a call at my office from a lawyer she had hired to file for divorce. Well, that started the process to divorce and her attempt to divorce rape me. She apparently thought she was going to get a lot of money from me even thinking that I had hidden money in foreign accounts – I did not.
Depending on how you look at it fortunately (or unfortunately) she had aborted 3 of our children over the years so we had no children – so no child support for her. (My feeling about the abortions still is that I hope God will forgive me. She was a ‘my body, my decision’ type and I had little choice.) She refused to use birth control and yet did not want children, so 3 times she became pregnant and had 3 abortions over several years. During divorce discussions she wanted a huge amount of alimony ($5000/month) and most of the household possessions as well as her car (a BMW), the house and so on. It took 2 years to finally negotiate the property settlement – a completely ridiculous amount of time because she wanted it all and under state law she would not get it all. Still she kept demanding it. I had a very good lawyer and he just kept hammering her and her lawyer. She changed lawyers 3 times.
Anyway, I finally bought her half of the house. We had a large house and she could not afford to live there on her own and pay the mortgage. We agreed to a property division and I agreed to pay her $2000/month alimony for 3 years even though she had a decent job and was working. When it came time for her to move out (and I had a little spy that was filling me in on her plans) I went to work as normal that morning and then went back home at 10 AM. When I got home she had moving men there and they were taking everything out of the house including things that were mine according to our property settlement. She was intending to clear out the entire house. She was shocked to see me arrive because I ruined her plans. I told the moving men to get everything off of the truck and after the men grumbled a while and I told them I would have them arrested for stealing my possessions, we sorted it all out and she took her belongings and I took mine back into the house. Had I not gone home at the critical time the house would have been empty when I got home from work in the evening. And forget about getting the possessions back after they’re gone. She finally left and I changed the locks on the house. Finally, I was rid of her and was relieved. I did catch her sitting in her car a few times watching the house, which worried me a bit but nothing came of it. It took nearly 5 years to finally get the divorce done and over with and three more years of alimony to pay off. She also got half of my pensions from two companies that I had worked for. That’s called a QDRO – Qualified Domestic Relations Order where they take your pension payments. Pay attention young guys!
I have to say that I was not blue pill during the time I was married to #1. I didn’t take crap from her and she knew that bitching at me was fruitless. Nonetheless, I did try to treat her well and buy her things that she wanted thinking that I might get something in return (affection and sex) but it didn’t happen. I was fortunate that my income could support all that. She did contribute some because she was working too so I have to give her that. I finally stopped buying luxuries for her and that lead ultimately to a further decline in the marriage. She was definitely uber materialistic. The last time I saw her (accidentally bumped into her at a festival in town) she was becoming the proverbial land whale. She ran away from me when she saw me. BTW – whenever I tried to talk to her about unhappy things she ran into the bathroom and locked herself in and stayed for hours. I was finally happily divorced.
Then a few years later along comes a gal that would become wife #2. Her name was Vicki. We met though a gal at work and hit it off pretty quickly. She was divorced and we dated for 5 years until I decided to get married to her. She had 4 kids, two of which were still at home. The youngest son was a real SOB and was difficult to deal with. Other than dealing with the kid, we had happy life and a great sex life (thank God) and I began to love her nearly as much as the red haired girl in college. We got along very well – or so I thought. We had a nice house in Georgia and were (I thought) happy. The job I had in Georgia was not to my liking unfortunately and I despised my boss, so I started looking for another job and found one in Austin, Texas as the General Manager of a semiconductor robotics equipment company. She was all for moving to Texas and was anxious to move out west. I discussed it with her at length and she was very enthusiastic. So I took the job after our mutual decision, took a few possessions and clothes and got an apartment in Austin and started the new job. She was to begin the process of moving to Texas as soon as her youngest son was out of school at the end of the year. Well, 4 months later she called me and told me she wanted a divorce. Wow! That marriage lasted 2 years. It turns out she was cheating on me. Payback for what I had done during my first marriage I guess, however, Vicki did tell me she had cheated on her first husband during their marriage and I should have listened to that. So, I wound up losing some possessions and she kept the house and the money I had put into it, but financially it was not too bad an impact. She took over the mortgage. I packed my belongings up, moved out and moved on to Texas. No alimony since she had some money from a business that she and her first husband had, so although the whole thing cost me some money, I didn’t wind up losing too much. I was fortunate. But again, I was divorced. She remarried quickly right after we were divorced so there is little doubt she had found a Chad. I dated some while I was in Austin but nothing that resulted in a long term relationship.
I was in Austin for a while but then was recruited for a job in Phoenix. So I moved there. I love Arizona. I bought a house and I was happy again. I dated a lot and found a few gals that were just OK, but most all of them were just not worth dating so I was single for several years. Then I met a British gal, Josephine, that was living in Mexico who became #3. Long story but we wound up getting married and she moved to Arizona from Mexico and became a US citizen. I had to bring her into the country through the legal immigration process. Sadly, it was a loveless marriage, but I did respect her and she worked very hard getting a college education and a job in the teaching field. And as I mentioned, she did become a US citizen. She brought her son with her and he served in the US Navy and became a citizen too. But we wound up divorcing after several years and went our separate ways. I was actually happy about that divorce because there was no feeling there so why be tied down? It was a mistake from the beginning. But again, it didn’t cost that much and I’m single and happy again. My company ultimately moved me to Wisconsin, then upstate New York and then to Florida where I am now to take over as Director of Engineering here.
Sorry that this turned out to be kind of long. I have had 3 marriages and that is 3 too many. I don’t think I was blue pill during my life. I have never taken crap from women or followed them around like a puppy dog and I do not allow them to lead me around by the nose. I’ve always done what I wanted with no “permission” asked. YUK! Manginas make me thoroughly sick and always have. Women do not rule my life and now I have no desire to get involved again and for sure I will not get married again. I’m nice to women but that is as far as it goes. I’ll never know why it took me 3 times to learn not to get married. It did take me too long to get out of the marriage rut. I think it’s because I’m a little more compassionate than I should be. Fortunately, I did not have children and the tremendous cost of kids was not a problem for me, although I did miss out on the child rearing experience. I was fortunate in many ways with these relationships and how I exited them so I was lucky and I know I was. For example, my next door neighbor has to pay alimony to his ex FOR LIFE!!! Imagine that.
Anyway, I didn’t have to live in my car or in a tent or struggle to pay bills or go to jail like some of you brave men have. I respect you for that more than you know. I have been blessed by God with so many things including my jobs and my attitude. I do not have depression; I don’t pine for the things I have lost – they are just things. I do have a few chunks of my heart missing but I consider myself to be very lucky, blessed and I’m a happy guy overall. I also am feeling lucky to have found MGTOW and hope to contribute over time. As I mentioned in the beginning, I am older now and have had many experiences and I hope I can share. God bless all you men and I salute you and encourage your unc~~~ing process – especially you younger guys. It cannot be said enough; Younger guys: It is critical that you listen to the sage advice offered on these forums. What you think you might want is not worth it. Learn and have peace.
Ed
Well, where to start. Bit of back history.
My younger bro, married 15 years and now has been in a sexless, too lazy to cook and clean, not able to hold or want a job and mentally unstable marriage for the past 5 years. Has 2 sons, 11 & 13. The younger has issues as well, Oldest you would say normal kid @ 13. His wife nearly sent him bankrupt 3 years ago spending up on s~~~ and not paying the bills. Lives in a semi detached house with her parents living on the next house with a door in the kitchen which each can go through to each others house.
That above is toooooo many red flags and bulls~~~ to keep the bitch around. I’ve been feeding him red pills gently over the last couple of years trying to awaken him, which were taking effect. He once rang me up early last year telling me he’s kicked her out after going on another spending spree. 2 days later, my mother tells me she’s back! WTF. OK I thought. Maybe she’ll lift her game. Well, she did for a bit. Par time job and repaid money she wasted, started to cook 3-4 times a week, cleaned on the weekends.
BUT, made friends with a lezzo and the Gay crowd. Had “Girls” night outs. I asked my Brother “If she was a man, would you be happy for her to go out with them?” He reply no. I followed up “You know that Lezzo are wanna be men don’t you?” Got him thinking. One weekend she wanted a “Girls” night out, he told her no, but, she went anyway. Text message after midnight telling him she’s too drunk to come home and she be back after lunch. Well, you know what happens. Bit of tick tac flicking and lezbo sex happens.
Bro’ throws her out telling her he wants a divorce. He gets lawyer advice, start procedure and organizing money to pay her out. She then decides to have a mental episode, slicing up her arms and gets locked up for the weekend. Her parents guilt trip him to take her back until she gets better and he DOES. While at home, he asked how many times she has cheated. She wouldn’t give an exact answer, so we know more than the once. He flips out yelling at her, she runs off to the bath room and proceeds to slice her arms up, Ambo’s came and put her back into the mental home. Meanwhile the 2 boys seeing this freaked and went to mum and pops.
He calls me around. After a few drinks, he says enough is enough and we pack her s~~~ up and I thought his ordeal was finally over. Her parents are supporting him and will watch and cook for the boys while he is at work. They organised a unit for her to move into when she gets out. Sorted visiting for the boys and looked to be all over.
BUT, I found out today she is coming back from my mum! What the hell? She told me a couple of Elders from his church visited him over the weekend and convinced him to take her back. WTF are they doing getting involved? F~~~ ME I hate religious do gooders poking their nose in none of their business.
I’m so p~~~ed off at the moment. Up to this last weekend I really thought I saved him from the plantation. I don’t know what to do with my Bro. I want to see my nephews but I know I’ll end up saying something to her or him. I can’t help myself.
So for you to understand I broke up with my girlfriend 8 months ago, we got back together and for most of the relationship since we got back together she was treating me like s~~~. Literally like s~~~. Our whole relationship it was bad but it was especially bad since we got back together.
One day in particular she was being real bitchy right before christmas. I’d found the password to her phone about a week earlier and hadn’t gotten the chance to check it. Well it turns out when we were broken up she slept with someone else (which I suspected but since we were broken up it technically didn’t matter). However it turns out she’d been talking to the guy ever since, been making plans to marry him and sending naked pictures of herself to him.
Most f~~~ed up part is he was named as one of her girlfriends in her contacts so even if she got a text I wouldn’t suspect anything.
Ever since I found out our relationship has not recovered, I tried to give her a chance to start being a better girlfriend but instead her parents got her an apartment for her in the same city she stays at now. She basically wants me to forget everything I discovered on her phone but obviously that wont ever happen.
I haven’t been laid in nearly 3 months and so I figured I would meet someone to bang or at least suck my dick. Honestly it was more for revenge than anything. Ended up not being what I was expecting, I found a hooker on backpage. I didn’t even climax due to our time restraints and while I could have banged her I can’t for the life of me use condoms no way in f~~~ was I going in there skin to skin.
End result is woman really are not worth it at all, I’ve finally learned my lesson. My revenge has been more or less realized, however I’m now paranoid I got an STD from a blowy. God willing at the clinic tomorrow I’m negative.
No man deserves to be in a relationship without sex. Once a week minimum he should be getting ass unless she just gave birth or a family member died. And hooker’s aren’t even worth the money you spend on them. I spent 75$ Canadian for an pathetically anti climatic sexually experience. I’m gonna spend the next week eating everything in my cupboard to make up for the amount of money I spent.
F~~~ bitches get money
Topic: I am going to cry now.
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Mom Gets 50 Years in Prison for Poisoning Son with Cold Medicine: ‘I Will Make You Cry,’ She Tells Dad
KC Baker 23 hours ago .
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EmailA Maryland mother has been sentenced to 50 years in prison for fatally poisoning her five-year-old son with cold medicine and setting a car on fire with his body inside to cover up the murder, PEOPLE confirms.
Enraged by an acrimonious divorce and custody battle with the father of her only child, Narges Shafeirad, 35, murdered the boy out of jealousy and revenge, prosecutors said in court papers obtained by PEOPLE.
Shafeirad was angry at her soon-to-be ex-husband, Hamid Dana, 53, and jealous of his relationship with his nanny, prosecutors said. Before killing their son, Daniel Dana, she allegedly told him, “I will make you cry. You will be sorry,” according to court records.
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Shafeirad pleaded guilty in 2016 in exchange for the 50-year sentence, NBC reports.
According to the court records, she admitted she had grown depressed because of the divorce and custody fight — and because she lost her job and then the apartment she and the child shared.
“I was a broken woman,” she told the court, the Washington Post reports. “I am still not able to believe that I have lost my son.”
Even though Shafeirad spoke in court, she never explained exactly why she killed her son, said Montgomery County Circuit Court Judge Nelson Rupp. “A mother murdering her child is a crime so horrific that it is natural to try to determine why,” said Rupp, the Post reports.
Rupp added, “The only thing that I can conclude is that it was a determination made by the defendant for reasons only she knows of.”
Her public defenders did not return PEOPLE’s calls for comment. She is currently still being held in the Montgomery County Detention Center.
One of her attorneys, Melanie Creedon, said in court that Shafeirad did not act out of jealousy or follow a calculated plan, the Post reports.
“This was an act of a helpless and hopeless, broken woman who had basically reached the end, and who saw no way out,” Creedon said.
‘Poisoned At the Hands of His Own Mother’
According to court records, on June 15, 2015, Shafeirad forced her son to ingest more than an entire bottle cold medicine, even though the boy was not sick. That night, she continued to give him lethal doses of the medicine — which contained diphenhydramine, the active ingredient in over-the-counter medications such as Sominex, Unisom and Benadryl — every two to four hours until he died, according to the court records.
The amount of diphenhydramine in Daniel’s blood was 150 percent of the amount that would kill an adult, the medical examiner’s report states.
Scrapes and bruises found on the boy’s face — particularly around his mouth — suggest that his mother repeatedly force-fed him the medicine, the court records said.
Prosecutors said she tried to cover up the murder by setting a car she borrowed from a friend on fire with her son’s lifeless body stuffed in the backseat on the floor. She did so at around 3:30 a.m. on June 16, 2015 –the same day she and Dana had scheduled their final divorce and custody proceedings.
When police arrived at the scene, they found Shafeirad lying on the ground next to the burning car, screaming for help, according to the arrest warrant.
But the car was locked, with the boy inside.
She told police she and her son were heading to the beach and that she had filled water bottles with gasoline in case she couldn’t find a gas station during their trip. The car caught on fire when she lit a cigarette, she claimed.
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According to prosecutors, she staged the car fire, which authorities quickly ruled as arson. She sustained burns on 40 percent of her body and was hospitalized for a month.
She was arrested about two weeks later, when an autopsy on the boy showed he was poisoned.
Her son was already dead – poisoned by the medicine, when she lit the fire, the medical examiner ruled.
“I think there’s the impression, especially in this case, ‘Well, at least he wasn’t burned to death and he was poisoned to death,’ ” Assistant State’s Attorney Marybeth Ayres said in court, according to the Post. “Well, no, it’s not some peaceful thing where you just fall asleep. . . . Even to an adult, these things would be extremely scary.”
The boy’s father, in an emotional letter written to the judge and obtained by PEOPLE, wrote, “How can a father explain all the loss that there is when he loses his five-year-old son? The worst of it is that Daniel didn’t pass in an accident or swimming pool or some fun children’s activity. He passed at the hands of the woman that was supposed to be his mother. He passed because this woman wanted to get back at me and seek revenge for divorcing her.”
‘I Wake Up at Night with Nightmares’
In his letter to the judge, Dana wrote that he met Shafeirad through his family. After marrying in Iran in 2007, Shafeirad gave birth two years later to their only child, Daniel Dana, according to court records.
The family settled in Gaithersburg, where Dana ran a business selling produce. But after “lots of problems and disagreements,” the couple separated and are now divorced.
While Dana wrote in his letter that he “knew” that Shafeirad was “not caring for Daniel,” he believed it was important for the child to spend time with both his father and a mother. “Now thinking back, I have to question this decision,” he wrote.
In the letter, Dana writes about the plans and dreams he had for his son, such as “fishing, playing baseball and watching movies and cartoons, becoming his first hero and watching him tell me about his super heroes.”
Calling Daniel “my everything,” he wrote that now that his son is gone, “I am a hopeless person walking.
“I wake up at nights with nightmares. I keep seeing Daniel’s beautiful face being forced a bottle of poison. Daniel had a beautiful face but he didn’t like medicine. So I keep dreaming how Narges forced the medicine down his mouth, and that was the last thing Daniel experienced in this world. Why?”
Daniel’s murder, he wrote, “was not a moment of a bad decision. It was planned out of revenge.”
When they began the divorce process, he wrote that he told her that he would give her “a car, the house and pay for Daniel’s needs if she could just be a mother to Daniel, but she said no.
“She told me she was going to make me pay for divorcing her and that was going to make me cry forever.”
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