So a few days ago, I come back to work from taking a lunch break in my car. I go in and--lo and behold—a girl I always liked was there, a former employee who used to like me a little bit, too, it seemed. Her name is Taylor but I call her “Pecker Wrecker” because she has fucked up teeth. She’s 18, not at all attractive, is extremely thin, no breasts, no butt, no figure. But that’s the kind of girl I’ve always been attracted to, and for nine months, I had a girl who had a body almost exactly like Taylor’s and was just as young, too. Girls like that turn me on, somehow, so even though she was nothing at all to look at, I sure looked at her.
There she was, standing at the reception counter, talking to one of our front desk workers. I look at her and…
…she’s pregnant. Quite pregnant. Seeing she just turned 18 last February, that means she got knocked up at the ripe ol’ age of 17. Yet another teen mom, and you all know how I feel about teen moms.
Taylor was proudly going to everybody, showing off her big baby bump. I was shocked and sickened the instant I saw the belly, and she turned around to talk to me as I walked right by her. I didn’t stop. I didn’t look at her. I looked at her stomach, turned my head away, and shook my head in disgust as I walked by her in silence. I had nothing to say to her, and I never will now. Taylor is now just another statistic, another proud teen unwed mother-to-be on WIC and EBT, making me and other good guys pay for her not knowing or caring what birth control is. Rumor is, the father of the illegitimate child is her step-brother. Yep, her step-brother. Remember what I’ve said about Leesburg being called Sleazeburg or Diseaseburg? Yeah, now do you finally see why good guys here call it that? I actually don’t believe the rumor as I think she got knocked up by a black guy, like most girls in this area do; we’ll see when she squirts it out! Yet another female down the drain, making it almost 100% the number of very young females I know who have gone the “randomly and casually knocked up and proudly on welfare” route.
Taylor aka Pecker Wrecker has been on my Facebook friend’s list for a full year, when she was a part-time employee and when I liked her a lot. I rarely, rarely look at women’s profiles or statuses on FB; I specifically have notifications from them turned off as I have no interest in what they are doing. So I went to her profile to see what was going on, and as of this writing, no fucking ultrasound pictures have been posted, no “baby bump” profile pics, no “I’m gonna be a unwed mother in abject poverty and no education! Yay!” statuses posted…at least not yet. But it’ll happen, and they will all be followed with typical Sleazeburg/Diseaseburg scum congratulating Pecker Wrecker on her great accomplishment of spreading her legs and getting knocked up at 17.
But I won’t be. I deleted her from my Facebook immediately. I’m done with her. I’m done with all of them who act this way. And guys, I think you should do the same with women you have in your social networks. And you would be very wise to distance yourself from toxic women in your everyday lives, too. Sure, it may sound easier said than done, but there are ways to do this. Let’s say that you always liked a woman or even some women, and you have them on your FB or Google+ list or even on Twitter. Well, you see a status from them and it’s something you are shocked and saddened to see: pregnancy, engagement/marriage/relationship, and even some stupid tattoos they just got. It sickens you, it upsets you. These are females you always respected and had hoped that maybe—just maybe—one of them would take a liking to you if you kept them around your online or real-life social circles. Well, that hasn’t happened, has it? NOPE! And it WILL NOT happen, no matter how long you hold on to them. It’s over, guys. It’s finished. When you see these things happen, whether online or in person, as I did, here are some steps that I greatly, greatly encourage you all to take to rid yourself of these toxic females:
1. Delete them from your online social networks. Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Google+, Kik, SnapChat (like you’re really gonna get nude pics from them anyway, guys). Just remove them. No need to block them, just delete them. No reasons given, no announcements, just a quiet deletion. If they behave in a manner that disgusts you (like getting knocked up or banging lowlifes), then get rid of them from your online life. Out of sight, out of mind.
2. Do not hang around them ever. If these toxic women are in your everyday life, like work or college or if they are friends of friends, don’t associate yourself with them at all. If you are invited to an outing or social gathering of any kind and those girls or women are going to be there, then firmly decline. No personal interaction, if practical.
3. Do not talk to them anymore than you have to. Perhaps you see said women a lot at work or school, perhaps every day. You have already deleted them online and you do not go to parties or events that they are at, but you still have to deal with them regularly, then just say the bare basics. No questions about their personal lives, no compliments about anything. Keep your distance as often as possible and your words as few as possible.
4. Ignore them if you can. If you rarely have to see them, like the case of Pecker Wrecker recently at my workplace, just do as I did: ignore the toxic women. Just look the other way if you have to come near them, and abscond directly. If the female looks at you, don’t look at her; don’t smile, don’t say a word. Look in the opposite direction. If they call out to you and you are far enough away that it’s plausible that maybe you couldn’t hear her, then you’re safe. If you’re not, then just perhaps raise your hand in the air to her as a bare acknowledging of her, or just say that you’re busy and that’s it. You owe toxic women no explanation, no apologies, no nothing.
Yes, this may sound a bit extreme. But you men know that women’s immoral behavior and poor life choices leave you disgusted and disappointed. So remove such women from your lives as much as possible. Trust me, they won’t care a bit and may not even notice that you’re ignoring them. Today’s women are in such a self-imposed nucleus of “yes people” who fawn all over them when they make those poor life choices that they will not even notice that you have quietly left their presence. But, guys, what will happen is you will get much more of a sense of peace and contentment by disassociating yourself from women that you liked but obviously do not like you. You live your life, and let them live theirs. You cannot change them, you cannot get them to like you or want you when they reach that point of no return. It’s done for them, so let them self-destruct, and don’t have any part in their lives in any way. It’s not nearly as difficult as it may seem.
So once again, I’m asking you men out there to rid yourself of girls and women who have gone too far, who have crossed those boundaries that we good guys dare not cross, nor want to cross. Guys, delete toxic women from your online life and personal life! Do it now. You’ll thank me, trust me.
UPDATE! UPDATE! Well, Taylor squirted out her out-of-wedlock baby, and it's actually white! Now she spends her days posting liberal, LGBT shit constantly on Facebook (she has an open profile) and getting massive tattoos all over her skinny, never-be-tight-anymore body. In fact, there is a new tattoo splattered on her every month, and she wants to get more and more. Funny how all the poor, uneducated teen moms can work very low-wage jobs like she does yet has plenty of money to put never-ending body graffiti on them. Strange, isn't it?
Thursday, May 28, 2015
Friday, May 22, 2015
MGTOW and Being 34
Just a pretty simple blog here, men. As I’ve said in my first blog (Blog Cherry Popping, which you should all read), I’m 34 years old. Been 34 since last July 2nd, so yeah, the big number is coming up, and yes, I’m dreading it. I’m dreading it as much as I did when I hit 30, and that was a rather depressing birthday; I held on to 29 as long as I could so I could say I was in my 20s. If I could live my life perpetually 29, I’d be one happy dude.
But I do want to talk about what it’s like being 34 to those guys who might be reading this blog and are younger. Do I have regrets in my life? Many small things, actually, but at least a few big ones. Are there things I wish I would have done differently in my younger years (15 to 30)? Abso-friggen-lutely! Knowing now what I know today, there would have been numerous changes in my life, and I believe I would be in much better financial and physical shape than I am right now. Physically, I’m great, except for being overweight, unfortunately; financially, I’m in some pretty bad debt, but a good chunk of it has been greatly lowered over the past few years and I’m making progress in that regard. But I do wish that I had been much more frugal with my money and I wish I had taken a different route with my education, both high school and college. These are regrets and issues that many men face. Hindsight is 20/20, eh?
Relationship-wise, eh, well, I’ve had so few of those that I don’t really have any major regrets one way or the other, because no matter how I slice it, those relationships I’ve had wouldn’t have lasted all that much longer, anyway. One of them might have, but them’s the breaks. I’m not too heart-broken over my relationships—or lack thereof—anymore.
Which brings me to the main point of this blog post. There’s something about being a 34-year-old man that changes the whole dynamic of how you see your life. I discovered MGTOW (Men Going Their Own Way) last year soon after I turned 34, and have been more and more involved in it here in 2015. Before then, I worried and fretted and grieved over not having anybody and wanting to bend over backwards to impress the female gender. But when I hit the age that I am now, it all seemed to dissipate, and rather quickly. Like something in my brain clicked on almost immediately and I began to see the light, and I took the Red Pill quite quickly and with little apprehension. I didn’t really see the parallels between my age and MGTOW until I saw some comments on a couple of separate Youtube videos by MGTOW purveyors Sandman and Raging Golden Eagle. Look up both men and watch their vids and you will be impressed, I believe. The videos were dealing with how men are just giving up on marriage and how it is not only the younger demographic (18 to 28) but the—sigh—“older” demos as well, namely my age bracket. And there were numerous comments from men who said that it seemed that 33 to 35 were the ages that they suddenly had an overwhelming sense of self-respect and self-worth come over them and they joined MGTOW. More than a few guys said that 34 seemed to be the age when they took the Red Pill and changed their lives, as if—somehow, someway—34 is the age when men see the light. Nobody can explain it physiologically or psychologically, but there’s something about being my age that men start to see life in a whole different light.
Sure, I still have the libido that goes unchecked. I still have the yearning for a good lay every now and then, a lay I never, ever get. But I don’t bother trying anymore, and apparently, many men my age are doing the same thing. It’s a cathartic time in one’s life, and I’m not too upset about it. I embrace it. I have a very close single friend who is 27 (and is quite tall, actually, which is rare that a tall guy is single and alone) and is seeing more and more how all Western women have become with feminism and liberalism and hypergamy. But he still has not taken the Red Pill and would be considered Purple Pill. He admits that he probably will eventually join MGTOW, but he’s hoping much later in life as he’s still holding out hope that if he does this or does that or moves here or moves there, the women wherever he goes will suddenly want him. Oh, he’ll see the light one day. And it will probably be when he turns 34!
So to those frustrated single guys younger than me who are Purple Pill and as yet uncertain about taking the MGTOW route, trust me: if you have any dignity or self-respect, you will wake up to the realities of American women and hypergamy and feminism and drop them like that a bad crack habit. But it may happen when you are my age. When it does happen, embrace it, don’t fight it! You will see a whole new world open before your eyes, a world involving you and your gender and your success and your happiness. It happened to me…when I turned 34. Better late than never!
But I do want to talk about what it’s like being 34 to those guys who might be reading this blog and are younger. Do I have regrets in my life? Many small things, actually, but at least a few big ones. Are there things I wish I would have done differently in my younger years (15 to 30)? Abso-friggen-lutely! Knowing now what I know today, there would have been numerous changes in my life, and I believe I would be in much better financial and physical shape than I am right now. Physically, I’m great, except for being overweight, unfortunately; financially, I’m in some pretty bad debt, but a good chunk of it has been greatly lowered over the past few years and I’m making progress in that regard. But I do wish that I had been much more frugal with my money and I wish I had taken a different route with my education, both high school and college. These are regrets and issues that many men face. Hindsight is 20/20, eh?
Relationship-wise, eh, well, I’ve had so few of those that I don’t really have any major regrets one way or the other, because no matter how I slice it, those relationships I’ve had wouldn’t have lasted all that much longer, anyway. One of them might have, but them’s the breaks. I’m not too heart-broken over my relationships—or lack thereof—anymore.
Which brings me to the main point of this blog post. There’s something about being a 34-year-old man that changes the whole dynamic of how you see your life. I discovered MGTOW (Men Going Their Own Way) last year soon after I turned 34, and have been more and more involved in it here in 2015. Before then, I worried and fretted and grieved over not having anybody and wanting to bend over backwards to impress the female gender. But when I hit the age that I am now, it all seemed to dissipate, and rather quickly. Like something in my brain clicked on almost immediately and I began to see the light, and I took the Red Pill quite quickly and with little apprehension. I didn’t really see the parallels between my age and MGTOW until I saw some comments on a couple of separate Youtube videos by MGTOW purveyors Sandman and Raging Golden Eagle. Look up both men and watch their vids and you will be impressed, I believe. The videos were dealing with how men are just giving up on marriage and how it is not only the younger demographic (18 to 28) but the—sigh—“older” demos as well, namely my age bracket. And there were numerous comments from men who said that it seemed that 33 to 35 were the ages that they suddenly had an overwhelming sense of self-respect and self-worth come over them and they joined MGTOW. More than a few guys said that 34 seemed to be the age when they took the Red Pill and changed their lives, as if—somehow, someway—34 is the age when men see the light. Nobody can explain it physiologically or psychologically, but there’s something about being my age that men start to see life in a whole different light.
Sure, I still have the libido that goes unchecked. I still have the yearning for a good lay every now and then, a lay I never, ever get. But I don’t bother trying anymore, and apparently, many men my age are doing the same thing. It’s a cathartic time in one’s life, and I’m not too upset about it. I embrace it. I have a very close single friend who is 27 (and is quite tall, actually, which is rare that a tall guy is single and alone) and is seeing more and more how all Western women have become with feminism and liberalism and hypergamy. But he still has not taken the Red Pill and would be considered Purple Pill. He admits that he probably will eventually join MGTOW, but he’s hoping much later in life as he’s still holding out hope that if he does this or does that or moves here or moves there, the women wherever he goes will suddenly want him. Oh, he’ll see the light one day. And it will probably be when he turns 34!
So to those frustrated single guys younger than me who are Purple Pill and as yet uncertain about taking the MGTOW route, trust me: if you have any dignity or self-respect, you will wake up to the realities of American women and hypergamy and feminism and drop them like that a bad crack habit. But it may happen when you are my age. When it does happen, embrace it, don’t fight it! You will see a whole new world open before your eyes, a world involving you and your gender and your success and your happiness. It happened to me…when I turned 34. Better late than never!
Saturday, May 16, 2015
People of Chiefland, Florida: Beware the Bad Woman Driver!
Gentlemen (and guys), I have to tell you about a tiny incident that I had a week ago involving a good-looking young woman because it deals with women and cars and driving, and how bad they are on the roads. I was coming back from visiting Manatee Springs State Park near the town of Chiefland and was on County Road 320 (NW 115th St or Manatee Springs Road) from the park to the town when some young woman pulled out in front of me in a small red Chevy Aveo almost exactly like this:
She didn’t really cut me off, so I wasn’t miffed, but she drove quite slow and seemed to be preoccupied. I couldn’t pass as there was too much traffic coming from Chiefland, so I had to wait it out until we reached the red light and intersection of State Road 98 at Chiefland. She and I were both making right-hand turns and she waited there through the red light despite there being no traffic coming; here in the United States, a right-hand turn on red is allowed unless there is a sign specifically not allowing it, which isn’t too often. So this girl waited until the light was green…and she waited some more. And waited. Evidently not paying attention or too dumb to understand what a green light means; I’m thinking she was texting her boyfriend of the week, or whatever. OK, I had waited enough. I rarely beep my horn, partially because I am a Southerner by the grace of God and we native Southerners rarely honk because it’s rude; but…mainly though, it’s because my damn horn sounds like it’s from friggen Fisher-Price and it’s embarrassing! So I just yelled at her in my car to go on and I gestured a bit to the road, as in “It’s clear! Go on that road!” I guess my movement in my car finally got this whore’s attention, and she slowly turned right, and then slowly turned into a gas station just to the right of the intersection. Painfully slow and almost in a daze, still evidently texting her dumbass about her new tattoo or her STD or her pregnancy or her gym session or whatever. The red dot is where the bitch decided to idle and idle at a green light:
She didn’t really cut me off, so I wasn’t miffed, but she drove quite slow and seemed to be preoccupied. I couldn’t pass as there was too much traffic coming from Chiefland, so I had to wait it out until we reached the red light and intersection of State Road 98 at Chiefland. She and I were both making right-hand turns and she waited there through the red light despite there being no traffic coming; here in the United States, a right-hand turn on red is allowed unless there is a sign specifically not allowing it, which isn’t too often. So this girl waited until the light was green…and she waited some more. And waited. Evidently not paying attention or too dumb to understand what a green light means; I’m thinking she was texting her boyfriend of the week, or whatever. OK, I had waited enough. I rarely beep my horn, partially because I am a Southerner by the grace of God and we native Southerners rarely honk because it’s rude; but…mainly though, it’s because my damn horn sounds like it’s from friggen Fisher-Price and it’s embarrassing! So I just yelled at her in my car to go on and I gestured a bit to the road, as in “It’s clear! Go on that road!” I guess my movement in my car finally got this whore’s attention, and she slowly turned right, and then slowly turned into a gas station just to the right of the intersection. Painfully slow and almost in a daze, still evidently texting her dumbass about her new tattoo or her STD or her pregnancy or her gym session or whatever. The red dot is where the bitch decided to idle and idle at a green light:
I finally got around her and accelerated, and as I did, she looked away but stuck her middle finger up to her non-tinted window of her little Chevy car. Seriously, bitch? Seriously? You’re driving like an old lady, then sitting still at a green light, and then taking your sweet little time just to turn, and you flick me off? It’s my fault that you were texting your sex toy or whatever and weren’t paying attention? It’s my fault that I finally had enough of your moronic ass and merely gestured my hand to the road, so you had to gesture your finger? Honestly, I should have pulled into the Burger House that was next to the station she slowly pulled in to, waited for her to come back on Road 98, and closely followed her for a while, possibly as long as I could, until she turned off somewhere else. I’ve done that before, and the obvious fear that you see in the eyes of the woman when she keeps looking back at you in her mirrors is well worth the road rage. I should have done the same to this cunt; her windows were all non-tinted, so I would have been able to see her more clearly. I bet she would really be texting or calling her dumbass boyfriend of the month then! Anyway, we men know what horrendous drivers young women are, and this was yet another incident.
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