Fairytale time …

[Ned TrentParticipant 4894]

Well guys, I recently recalled my all time favorite fairytale as a kid, which actually happens to have at least some sort of mgtow twist to the main male character of the story and considering that the Danish author of that fairytale –> Hans Christian Andersen (who also by the way wrote “The King’s New Clothes”) lived almost 200 years ago I think that this is quite remarkable. Therefore I thought I just relate this story to you all by translating it and sharing it right here.

So the fairytale is originally called “Tölpelhans” which you could loosely translate as “Clumsy-Jack” and it goes like this:

Clumsy-Jack

Once upon a time out in the countryside there was a land owner who had two bright sons, who intended to try to marry the king’s beautiful daughter who was advertised by the king himself to get married soon as it was announced. So the father of the two bright sons certainly gave both of them his blessings to go out and try since the king said that his daughter is most likely to marry the man, who was best in conversational skills so she could enjoy talking to him at any given time…

Both of these two brothers prepared diligently for eight days prior to meet the king’s daughter and that was all the time it took for them to do this, because after all they were very bright and well educated. One of them knew the whole latin encyclopedia as well as three years worth of the urban newspapers by heart and both forward and backwards. The other son got very fluent in all the paragraphs of guild laws as well as everything one needed to know as a guild master. With that knowledge he figured that he would be able to talk very sophisticated to any states personality whenever needed. On top of that he was also able to manufacture carrying belts since he also had very skilled hands.

“The king’s daughter will be mine” both of them bragged so their father gave each one of them a horse for the journey ride to the palace on the big day. The son with the encyclopedia knowledge got a black horse and the other one got a white horse. Once they were about to mount their horses in the courtyard the bumped into their slightly younger brother who was also their father’s third son, although he was never really considered a brother among them, since he was by far not as bright and well educated as them, hence he was also called and known as “Clumsy-Jack”.

When he saw them he immediately asked: “Hey you two, where are you going all dressed up as you are..?”

“Well, we are on our way to have a nice chat with the king’s daughter in order to marry her. Haven’t you heard the news of that..?”
So they told him all about it…

“Wow” he said, “then I think I should join you..” but both of them just laughed at him and rode off to leave Clumsy-Jack behind.
Straight after this Clumsy-Jack went to see his father and asked: “Please father, give me one horse as well. I so much feel like getting married. If she does choose me then she does and if she doesn’t then I’ll still go ahead and marry her…”

“What foolishness..” his father said. “No, I won’t give you any horse. After all you can barely communicate properly anyway.”

Clumsy-Jack: “Now, since I won’t get no horse from you instead I’ll take the old billy goat. That animal is mine and it should be able to at least carry me to the palace…”

So he mounted the billy goat and rode off along the country road and he was making some way quite rapidly as he went along going: “Heeey, watch out everyone here I am..!”

His brothers meanwhile rode at a slower pace than him and during the whole time didn’t speak to one another, since they tried to pre think their sophisticated conversations with the king’s daughter once again. Suddenly Clumsy-Jack appeared behind them out of nowhere saying: “Well hello hello here I am my brothers. Look what I found close by the road on my way here…” He showed them a dead crow that he picked up earlier.

Both quite disgusted by the dead animal said: “Oh please Jack, what do you intend to do with that..?”
“I want to bring it with me as a gift for the king’s daughter…” he explained.

Sarcastically they replied: “Yeah right, you just do that..!” laughed at him once again and rode on off a bit faster than before.

After a while when they had a short rest Clumsy-Jack caught up with them again and said: “Hello again here I am. Now look what I found this time along the way…” So they turned around to look: “Oh you idiot..” they said “that’s just an old worn out wooden shoe which is missing its top half. You probably want to give this to the king’s daughter as well, do you..?”
“Yes, I shall do that..” said Clumsy-Jack but the other two just laughed again and rode off faster in order to get well ahead of him still riding on his billy goat…

Next time when he eventually caught up with them he said: “Hello, here I am, my brethren…” Anticipating that he found something else again and quite annoyed they said: “So, what is it this time that you found..?”

“Oh, actually it’s nothing that is worth much conversation really, but I am sure she’s going to like this, just look here…”
“Yak!” they said “That is nothing more than just dirty mud pulled straight out of the gutter beside the road…”
Clums-Jack: “That maybe true but it is of finest quality because it can hardly be held with my hands as it tends to run straight through my fingers…” So he started filling his pockets with the mud.

At this point the brothers just had enough of him and rode off as quickly as they could and making at least an hour’s worth way ahead of him.
After a while they reached the town’s gate, where all the potential and hopeful suitors already lined up in several long and crammed cues outside of the palace.
All the other townsfolk gathered around the palace’s windows to watch the procedure of how the king’s daughter would give any new pledge his brief audience to try for her goodwill. What they did notice by peeking through the windows was that every new pledge after another almost immediately lost all of his ability to articulate properly, but since they couldn’t quite hear what was going on
inside, they wouldn’t know as to why that was…

“He won’t do” said the king’s daughter and made a bored gesture with her hand “Off with him..”

After a long wait in the cue now it was time for one of Clumsy-Jack’s brothers to enter the scene at last, but unfortunately whilst waiting in the cue he almost forgot most of what he was going to say. On top of that the floor underneath his feet was squeaky all of the ceiling as well as the walls of the big room were fitted with lots of mirrors and at each window inside there were three writers writing down every word of what would be spoken during these applications for it to be published in the next newspaper issue, so he felt really intimidated plus the oven was all heated up so it was very hot in that room, too.

So he opened the conversation with: “Oh dear, what a hardly bearable heat you have in here…”
The king’s daughter replied: “Well, this is due to the fact that my father is cooking young c~~~s today…”
He was really confused now, could hardly say another word almost started to stammer,
but it was already too late: “He won’t do, off with him..!” she said.

Next up was Clumsy-Jack’s other brother trying a similar opening line as his other brother before him:
“Wow, what a scorching heat it is in here…”
“Yes well, we are cooking young c~~~s today that’s why…”
“I beg your pardon ma’am young c~~~s, erm…”
“He won’t do, off with him..!” she said again.

Now it was the time for Clumsy-Jack to ride straight into the room on his billy goat. He just unmounted and said: “Well well, that is such a glowing heat in this room…”
“Well you know, because my father is cooking young c~~~s today..”
Clumsy-Jack: “Wow, what a great idea. That’s yummy. Maybe you could also cook this nice bird here for me, could you..? taking out the dead crow that he found ealier.
“Hmm, I guess we could do that. However we currently haven’t got any more pots and pans available to do that…”
Clumsy-Jack: “Ahh that is no problem. I’ve got a marvelous pan right here…” So he took out the old wooden shoe and placed the crow on it…
“That’s all not too bad but would you also have some sauce for seasoning for it..?”
“Sure enough I have, here look…” said Clumsy-Jack and started pulling some of the mud out of his pocket presenting it dripping from his hand.

The eyes of the king’s daughter start to lite up: “You know, I actually like you. I mean look at you. You know how to respond in any given situation and you talk like a natural. It shall be you who I am going to marry…” Straight after that she takes him quickly to one side and whispers into his ear: “But did you know that every word spoken in here is being written down by those writers, three of them standing next to every window over there..?” pointing towards the windows “… and then it is all going to be published soon in the newspaper…”
Clumsy-Jack spins around: “Oh is that them lots there and there and there..? Alright, then I guess I shall give each one of them something else to write about, there you go…” He takes out one more load of mud after another and starts flinging them onto each and every writer “Oh yeah, take this and this and that and that….” Clearly enjoying himself he keeps going until he’s got no more mud as ammunition left over, turns back around to face the king’s daughter and puts an impish smile on his face…

And so it was, that eventually Clumsy-Jack was crowned as king had a lovely wife and sat comfortably on a throne for years to come and all was documented by the news papers all the time which of course since then henceforth handled the truth quite economically…

Well ok, the ending that he marries her obviously is not very mgtow-like but then everything else still holds many hidden red pill truths to it, well worth sharing with very young mgtows like ie.:

Women generally prefer cheeky assholes (rather than “nice guys”), mgtows just like Clumsy-Jack shouldn’t care much if anything about whatever other people may think about them. Women want to be entertained and are very quick in their arbitrary decisions about potential partners, nowadays even more so in the age of tinder-swiping and no-fault-divorce than back then etc etc.

So now, thinking back about this fairy tale from my childhood combined with the knowledge I collected troughout my life as well as in here it all becomes clear now as to why this fairy tale was and still is my all time favorite one and just how it may have subconsciously left its indelible mark on myself.

Well, anyway I hope you enjoyed that reading.

Best

Ned T.

I'd rather die a natual death with a clear MGTOW conscience somewhere off the grid than one within "modern" civilisation with a big stress mark on my forehead and a couple of dozen tubes plugged into my body. Back to the plantation..? Me..? Hey, literally: I won't ever fucking kid myself...YZERLMNTSIC

[RoyDalParticipant]

This fairy tale is a nice variation on the ones where the suitors are killed if they don’t pass a series of impossible s~~~ tests.

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[uchibenkeiParticipant 7965]

I bathe in the tears of single moms.

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