Showing posts with label hysterics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hysterics. Show all posts

Thursday, August 20, 2020

Let's Eat the Bitch*

 

Cancel Culture has been around for a long time.  It’s called “being a bitch”.  The BITCH application goes for more than majority Men in the accusation, if I hazarded a guess, the same ratio as boys raised in single mothers’ environment.  In my present age group many long time married men talk just like their wives.  Same patter, same breathless gossip, same inane statements or he becomes part of the Mean Girls at the High School lunch room table crowd.  He may even watch Ellen.  There a plenty of them.

Now I go in the grocery store without a mask, of course.  I can sense the stare.  An old woman, short, masked up to the eyeballs, hasn’t had a drop of estrogen in her system for years intently sending by telepathy angry thoughts in my direction.  Too chicken shit to approach me and try to talk to me, it wouldn’t matter anyway.  I don’t talk to people in masks.  I don’t respect their self-loathing and being ashamed to show their beautiful God-given smile.  I’m showing my mug everywhere I go.   I’m glad to be alive, grateful to the Creator.  So be it.


Everyone talks “bitch”.  No one respects labor done, nor do they want to work.  They want to sit their fat asses in front of Facebook – being Bitch Central.  If you have an account, however self-justified, you are a Facebook Bitch.  Don’t want to miss anything, I just want to laugh someone’s’ misfortune, or call someone a name.  Just so interested in everyone else’s life, you don’t have one of your own. Shallow, no personality, in capable of having a discussion on anything like that affects them directly in daily life, the television tells them that part.  No solutions offered, the life stories come off like a litany of complaints – and it don’t quit. Chase the shiny thing, bitch.

I was in Sacramento for the Women’s March against Trump soon after the election (how’s that working out, girls?), the one with all the Pink Pussy devil horn hats.  It was a very angry event. Many women wore t-shirts or signs promoting Proud to be a Bitch, Bitch Goddess, and Don’t Mess with Me I’m A Bitch themes.   Sprinkle into the stage managed crowd throw in the man-hating Lesbian Avenging Warriors and shall I approach the subject of black women Bitchiness? There is a reason black men don’t stick around, does anyone but them realize living with a bitch is impossible?

As the wolf pack crosses the snowy plain, winter winds blow, nothing to prey upon, the internal signal within turns the wolves into a ferocious attack, all dive in and eat the Old Bitch, an unproductive member, a useless over eater, a drain of resources from the whole. 

Let’s Eat the Bitch.

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Much thanks to the Henry Makow Twitter feed.

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This project  (MGTOW, ews) was pretty easy to compose, because unlike serial killers, it is based on a growing truth. The projects of the past 50 years—all under the Project Chaos umbrella—have succeeded in making both men and women into assholes. I think we can all admit that. A growing segment of the population is intolerable, especially among the youth. That could be reversed, but the governors don't want to reverse it. They want to accelerate it. They don't want anyone polite, well mannered, thoughtful, educated, or stable. They want everyone needy, dopey, thoughtless, fat, lazy, and selfish. So now when the times comes for creating division, it is very easy for them. People have become so unappealing, no one can stand to be around them except their dogs—and even their dogs would prefer to be somewhere else. 

... This is why conversation has died out. It has been targeted on purpose. Yes, people still yap, but for the most part they are just repeating ideas that have been placed in their heads by the media. They are parroting movies or TV shows or government websites. If they argue, they parrot the arguments they have been fed. I dine out (cheaply) almost everyday, and I often listen to the conversations at tables around me. There is very little of it. Most people just sit there, semi-catatonic. The people that do talk have nothing to say. I can't remember the last time I eavesdropped on a serious conversation, or heard anyone say anything worth hearing. I catch people eavesdropping on my conversations all the time, which tells me they are desperate for content. They aren't happy with the way things are, and would welcome something else. 

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Disney To Release New Version Of 'Beauty And The Beast' Where Belle Shames And Nags The Beast Until He Transforms Into Effeminate Beta Male

Wednesday, April 1, 2020

Don't Touch Your Hands!*


This 'pandemic' is being run by your run-of-the-mill everyday, normal hysterical female.  There is finger pointing up the pyramidal structure of who concocted it and set in play, but in the ground floor world of daily existence it's the Hysterical Female (HF) that has been given free reign.

Really quite genius, if I must say.  I've been commenting on the dutiful and fully beaten down Husband figure in American society.  If your single, sometime before the wedding day a epiphany attempts to reach you, hence bachelor parties if it hasn't sunk in yet.  Day One begins the mind control and for the most part they acquiesce.  Following her through the grocery aisles the rest of his life will be his doom. Fixing broken door knobs at her insistence is his future.

You can tell a man's level of self-esteem is in direct correlation with his ability to say "No" to a woman.

The constant use of Facebook and social media to gossip 24/7 could only have been developed for the female hive mind.  Validating all her deep-seated insecurities, neuroses and fears, HF is so dead certain she is right on every subject, it's amazing she doesn't run a Fortune 500 company.  Arrogant, full of empowering feminism (undefined),  now throw in a scary boogie man, better yet make it invisible and able to strike silently and at any time, and she will make sure her cubs (and anyone in sight) will be protected, barking at any perceived threat. The man will go along for the ride, acting like he agrees, just to keep the peace.


I think Erectile Dysfunction is simply the body saying you don't like her anymore.  As usual, the HF is clueless as to why.  After all, doesn't she give and give and give on his behalf?  HF never gets it in her head her mouth works before her brain, so much energy is spent fixing the emotional damage most men just eat and internalize, but they don't like it.  "I'm just saying" doesn't cure the belittlement expressed.  The constant doubt and dismissal just gets too much. When it overflows, the men leave.  "What happened?" she says. "It couldn't possibly be me. Men are such jerks, I'm going to change my status  and commiserate with my girlfriends on FB."

I have informed my wife, a True Believer, not to get within six feet of me.  I'm petrified of catching the HF virus.  I do believe it is a germ, been infecting America for some time.  Maybe some bovine/sheep derivative. As soon as the Jailer let's me out of here, I'm going for a long ride in the desert.  I'll enjoy the quiet.

So, the American male has ceded household decisions to the HF.  Money matters are handled by the HF.  Doesn't the song say "Women are smarter in every way?"  HF is full of herself and the State (whom she really loves) has given her carte blanch to bitch at anyone and everyone.  She's in heaven,...


...weaponized women destroying society.

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BROWBEATERS' DELIGHT


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