…binging…


….
…..on music…

Noticing patterns between the first second and third Iron Maiden albums. Maybe my ears are getting sharper or maybe I am getting old. I think I am going to pick an artist and listen to 5 albums in a row and then report back. Maybe ZZ Top, maybe Judas Priest…

I dunno…

Anyways “politics” and “men’s right’s” bore the fuck outta me these days and I’m sick of random fuckers trying to draw me into “their” fight…

There are no feminists on a sinking ship and no libertarians when the only work is back breaking labor for pennies on the dollar…

hehe…

https://www.thoughtco.com/ayn-rand-welfare-queen-government-assistance-3975224

I wonder how many “libertarian tough guys” from shedding of the ego got food stamps…

I’ve never gotten food stamps even though alt-right scum assume I am a welfare parasite. After years of shitty 1099 work, I’ve gotten unemployment benefits twice. And I am pro-UBI.

…weird experience…

I just had someone knock on my door and tell me to vote in an upcoming election. I politely tried to explain that the last election was hurtful and that I wasn’t going to vote. They pressed onwards and I explained that I was personally insulted that I voted third party but I’ve had to endure insults from people like Bill Maher that blame men like me who voted third party for crooked Hillary losing. I made them uncomfortable when I stated that we had two really bad choices but luckily we got the 2nd worst choice. I realize I don’t like politics and I dislike most people…

#KavanaughGate Does not bother me, Does Your Conscience bother You? Now Tell the Truth…

I really don’t follow the news that much and I really don’t care…

Seems like We’ve heard this song before…

Clarence Thomas and Anita Hill…

What’s that phrase…

This isn’t my first rodeo…

The Democrats are winning big on this but not how you think…

They can keep on doing nothing for low status men and pretend they are doing something…

The mean girl high school click of Feinstein, Pelosi and Warren can keep voting for shit like this…

https://www.forbes.com/sites/eriksherman/2018/06/20/house-and-senate-democrats-vote-68-percent-and-85-percent-for-massive-military-spending/#4140bc0a5101

All while shitheads like Schumer and Biden (Did someone say “Bite Me!”) cheer them on…

The scumbag Democratic party does not care about us “little people”…

https://themortgagereports.com/43368/half-of-renters-spend-more-than-30-of-their-income-on-rent?utm_source=The+Mortgage+Reports&utm_campaign=a38604ada0-tmr_daily_plaindesign&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_c4162f76d0-a38604ada0-105368633

The legal drug in the capitalist marketplace…

“Caffeine is the ideal drug for our hyper-capitalist culture, which venerates productivity, especially of wealth, over all other values. Paul Erdos liked to call mathematicians machines for turning coffee into theorems, a joke with a hard truth embedded in it. Caffeine is antithetical to mindfulness, that is, rose-smelling, cloud-watching, paying attention to things and people for their own sake. Caffeine fosters an impatience that erodes enjoyment of the best things in life, such as love, friendship, eating, exercise and work itself.”

https://blogs.scientificamerican.com/cross-check/kicking-my-caffeine-addiction/

I would get a huge 32 ounce iced coffee at 7-11 when I was a delivery driver. In fact, that was often the high point of my day. When I worked in boiler-rooms, there was an endless supply of off brand coffee. In fact, I would always mix my coffee with water to stay hydrated (and the stuff was so bitter tasting.) I’ve often seen liberals spout the health benefits of coffee and red wine the way manurespherians tout the health benefits of nootropics and other shady Alex Jones style “boner pills.” In fact, I still find myself “rewarding” myself after I complete a task I didn’t want to do with a large 7-11 iced coffee or sometimes a hot chocolate. I wonder how much time people would spend on tasks they dislike if they decreased their caffeine intake…

$15 hr at crapazon????

Well, uh, I just read Amazon is purportedly giving all their employee’s at least 15 per hr. When I was a delivery driver I made about $13 an hour. So one is left to ask will all the 3rd party company people get $15 per hour? Will they just offload more of their work to 1099 independent contractors? Democrats are reveling in this as a major victory. I hope this does raise many people’s standard of living. But I suspect that sneaky Jeff Bezos will find another way to screw over workers.

An Article I would like to Post at MAting Selfishness…

I used to contribute to a blog called Mating Selfishness years back. I would like to post an article with questions open to that blog:

Since the 2012-2013 time frame when this blog was at it’s apex, we’ve seen a few changes in the world around us. The “alt-right” were just a bunch of freakish losers who screamed at places like Inmalafide. No one could’ve imagined thing like a reality television star becoming president or Brexit. MGTOW went from a bunch of guys quietly discussing strategies on blogs to “Youtube celebities” like BarBar and Stardusk.

A few years later, we have guys who supposedly didn’t give a shit about such things crying about “rapes in cologne.” The point of the post isn’t to prove or disprove such claims, merely to point out that this seems like a topic for rape obsessed feminists to cry about rather than so-called MGTOW’s. So it seems strange to me that this became a rallying point for so-called MGTOW’s. Also, it seemed (sadly to me) that many in the alt-right were infiltrating MGTOW communities.

One is left to ask a few questions. Why would the alt-right with their obsessions with “white genocide” be able to infiltrate a group of men “going their won way? Shouldn’t such a collection of guys be impervious to such infiltration? And what exactly is the point of the alt-right’s racism? We have observed many alt-right men hooking up[ with Asian women (therefore unable to have white babies.) So one is left to ask if the racism of the alt-right is merely a tool for sexual selection at the expense of other men. And the next question that follows, were most of the old guard of MGTOW’s actually going their own way?

Re-RePrint: Don’t Read if Easily Grossed out

–Originally Posted on June 20, 2011–

2nd warning,don’t read if easily grossed out….

Really, it’s on you if you read this and are grossed out, three warnings, how many can I give 😉

I had a very greasy California Burrito today–did not realize the ramifications it would cause. Casually, I drove by the Adult Bookstore. Today was not to be like other days. On this grand day, I would investigate. The morning had proved hectic; rushed and unpleasant. Due to time constraints, I had not performed my morning masturbation ritual. Feeling horny, I perused the section with Live Girls in neon lights. A raven haired beauty lured me into a small booth. She explained how to putt money into a vending-like machine. She said “Make yourself comfortable.”

The kleenex box on the wall implied that many events of voyeurism combined with self-pleasure went on in this dark, dank room. I undressed, fastidiously putting my shirt and trousers on the door hook. All the while leaving my sneakers on. My heart began racing. I putt a crisp twenty into the machine and saw the lovely vixen undo her bikini top. Unabashedly, I began stroking my rapidly engorging member. She got up close to the glass. Her breath was like frost as she stuck out her pierced tongue and made muffled cooing sounds. Withing seconds, I was at full mast. My day had improved by leaps and bounds since this dreadful, dreary morning. My vigorous self pleasuring had left my strong hand exhausted. I switched to my less dominant hand as the show got better. The lovely woman took off her bikini bottoms. She began touching her beautiful vagina. I noticed some wetness, and it seemed that she was also aroused. I observed her many tattoos. One looked like a skull emitting blue flames. On her right arm was the beginning of a sleeve of astrological/astronomical ink. The back of her left thigh had a symbol that seemed similar to a yin yang. Not only was she beautiful but her mythical markings were ones only an interesting person would choose. I really wanted to hug and kiss this awesome stranger. The glass was a mortal enemy that made this encounter almost fantasy. As electrified pleasure shot from the nerve endings in my penis, my mind raced. I wanted to whisper so many nothings to this exquisite creature.

A partition started coming down, indicating that this show and the high point of my day was ending. The pallid but delicately beautiful goddess blew me a parting kiss. I was left in near darkness to saviour my moment. With intense pressure, spermatazoa flew onto the glass. Perhaps only a tablespoon of baby batter went to splatter–it felt as if a whole gallon of milky fluid shot from my cock. The release was intense; it was if a migraine headache instantly left. The heavy feeling in the back of my testicles was now gone. I felt fifteen pounds lighter. My whole body instantly relaxed. I could feel sweat dripping down the small of my back.
Sadly, I inform you; as above mentioned–my whole body relaxed. This is not a fortuitous event when one has consumed a greasy California Burrito beforehand. The next sensation was agonizingly familiar to anyone unlucky enough to crap their pants. It was the trepidacious feeling of no return. I had perhaps two seconds before a messy incident. There were markedly few options available to me. Thoughtlessly, I aimed my buttocks towards a wastebasket filled with crumpled tissues. I felt as if my anus had become a jet spray. Some of the lava-like excrement dripped along my butt-cheeks. By favorable chance, this fine establishment had provided a prodigious supply of kleenex. I was able to save myself the low grade humiliation of a soiled pair of “tightey whitey’s”. Inexorably, I thoroughly wiped my bunghole to a state of sorness.

There was a dull knock on the door. “Hurry up, there’s a line…” barked an unsympathetic female voice. Haphazardly but hurriedly, I dressed in the dim, confined room. I pulled a five dollar bill as gratuity for the beauty who had provided me with immense, unforgettable erotic joy. I quickly exited the small enclave–meekly handing her the tip. Abandoned were all my hopes of striking up amusing banter with the exquisite creature. I figured my best option was to make a haste escape before the malodorous foulness entered her precious nostrils. With my ambitions dashed, I headed out with my head hung low. A beautiful blond in another booth smiled at me. Glancing back I returned her gregarious expression. (I would love to experience ten minutes of bliss with this amorous bombshell). My pocketbook was lighter, so were my bowels. I had just experienced the two greatest releases a man can experience within momments of each other-Orgasm & Excretion. Do not pity me. ‘Fore there is always another day for another swashbuckling adventure. If you must, feel sorry for the poor schmuck who went in after me

…bitcoin won’t save low status men…

Okay, guys…

Probably the worst thing about Alex Jones was how many of his loony conspiracy theories clogged up men’s spaces. Men could’ve been discussing actionable strategies to improve their lot in life but instead AJ was trying to sell you boner pills that would probably make you sick. Two things that I’ve seen men talking about that I can’t put much stock into are: A) Going to Space to Avoid Womyn & B) “Investing” into bitcoin.

As far as A, well, I doubt “consumer” space travel will be available in the next few years. And if it is, it will only be available to billionaires and perhaps a few multi-millionaires.

As far as “bitcoin”-there are two things to talk about: 1) Blockchain Technology and 2) “Is Bitcoin and Investment Tool.” I will say that it is possible and even likely that blockchain technology will change how we exchange money with others. However, this isn’t really in the scope of what I want to talk about today.

As far as number two, we have already seen Bitcoin crash twice. Bitcoin approached about a grand per bitcoin sometime in late 2013 or early 2014, a few months later it was worth only a few hundred. And at it’s lowest point was somewhere around $200. Around Xmas or New Years, it was up to almost $20k. Just think, one bitcoin was worth almost the price of a new car. Now one bitcoin could get you a used car with probably 100,000 miles on it.

Is it possible to have made money with bitcoin? Certainly. But that involves two things, getting in at “the right time” and getting out at “the right time.” Is it possible that bitcoin will start soaring again? Well, almost anything is possible. However, it is highly risky as an investment strategy.

Now, this gets down to the crux of the matter for me. It is all well and good if guys had honest conversations about Bitcoin AND the risks. However, when only the “upside” is talked about, it is like giving guys without much hope faerie dust. This is shows one problem endemic in “men’s spaces.” Guys sell snakeoil when what is needed is solutions. I don’t know why this is the case but it is…