And Single Guys Go to Weddings…Why?

I haven’t gone to a wedding since June of 2006. Nine years and counting, and no weddings under my belt. One reason is simply because all the guys I know are single and can’t find anybody, and another reason is that the handful of women I know are already married and if they have gotten married in recent years, I wasn’t invited to said wedding (no surprise there) and I of course would not have gone anyway under any circumstances, whatsoever, bar none.

The ’06 wedding was in a decent small town north-northwest of Birmingham, Alabama, called Jasper. Two other close friends of mine also attended, but they went in a separate vehicle because I took a solo road trip—one of many over the years—the day after the wedding. The friend getting married, Russ, had been a very close and dear friend of me and another who attended, Phil, for about two and a half years; we had tons in common and the chemistry with us three together was so incredible, so spontaneous, so magical, that people all around us would stop, smile and shake their heads in wonder and fascination. We even had gorgeous girls after us, sometimes just walking up to us, begging to go out with us; we couldn’t because they were all underage, though. Curse these ridiculous, outmoded laws! Anyway, we did tons of projects and great stuff together; just a great trio of close friendship and networking.

After spending most of his life from college to young adult life totally single and ignored, Russ actually found somebody in the most supernatural, holy-inspired ways that can be thought of; although 98% of men never have a soul mate, it is certain that Russ actually found one. We were all very happy for him as he found somebody when all around us were lonely single men who couldn’t even get a date. So I and two other friends drove the 11-hour trip from north central Florida to Russ’ hometown of Jasper to go to his wedding at a small church:

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We had sort a small bachelor party for Russ at the hotel, and then the next day we went to the wedding, subsequent reception, and had some pictures taken, and…

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…and that was it. That was the official end of the close friendship of us and Russ. Done. C’est fini in one day.

Russ accidentally got his bride pregnant on their wedding night…and she was on birth control! So immediately Russ became “family man,” and got immersed in the “family culture,” meeting more married men and their babies and children. Gone were Phil and me and any other non-married guy that his uber-religious, prudish wife disapproved of her husband hanging around with, not that it mattered, because he had written us off immediately after his wedding regardless. The couple have since had another kid, and from what I’ve been told, all they do is talk about their family and their marriage and keep close to only other married with kids couples in their small circle of life. Sad. Amazing how quickly Russ threw away the single life and the single guys he knew and liked for such a long time.

Marriages destroy friendships. Don’t doubt it. Don’t deny it. Don’t ignore the elephant in the room. What happened to Phil and I happens every week across North America.

So why do you, single young men 18 to 35, go to weddings? Seriously, why? Rhetorical question. There are a few reasons why and they all end in failure. Many guys actually think that they will find somebody at a wedding! HAHAHAHAHA!! They watched the Vince Vaughn/Owen Wilson movie “Wedding Crashers” from ‘05 and think that’s real life: going to weddings and getting laid by all the supposed horny women there who are just naturally looking for a man to bang for a one-night stand. Maybe if you’re as tall as Vince Vaughn you might stand a chance, but even then, it’s seriously doubtful. Fact is, you WILL NOT find anybody at a wedding anymore; maybe some years in the past, but not nowadays. No good guy finds anybody anywhere anymore, for Christ’s sake, let alone weddings! The bridesmaids aren’t even maids anymore; they’re either married or have bad boys in the audience or at home, banging some coked-out strippers they met the night before while the “bridesmaids” were out at the bachelorette orgy…I mean party. Weddings are now made up primarily of other married couples, all pretending to be happily hitched when they are just months, if not weeks away from a divorce. The rest are women who have somebody and then a smattering of lonely single men who end of feeling more miserable and more alone after the ceremony. I can’t tell you how many men I’ve known over the years who have gone to weddings and come back in tears, feeling so alone, unwanted and unloved as most people there were couples and the tiny number of non-married women ignored them.

Another reason why men punish and torture themselves by going to weddings is that they feel obligated to go, obliged to attend, because of people they know who are either the ones getting married or are going to be in the wedding, or even just attend. First off, guys, you are NOT obligated in any way to attend a wedding if you feel uncomfortable about it. If you disapprove of the marriage or just don’t really want to take part in a ceremony like that, then fucking don’t go!! I seriously doubt that the people who invited you will really notice if you are there or not; you’ll just be a face in the crowd, just another number. And if you are asked as to why you aren’t going, just say you aren’t comfortable with it or that, as a single man, you just don’t like weddings. Be truthful. Don’t mince words.

If the person you know getting married is a man, and if you disagree with his whore of choice (as you probably will be), you may have to just break the truth to the guy that you don’t condone the marriage and you don’t think it’s a good thing. If you are friends with said dude, I have to admit that this could very well put a strain on your friendship, I’m not going to lie. But you have to ask yourself if this is the kind of guy you want as a friend, one who makes very bad choices when it comes to the woman who will eventually divorce him and take at least half of his life earnings. Having piece of mind by not attending a marriage ceremony is, I believe, worth the risk of alienating yourself to just one person.

If the person you know getting married is a woman, well, this is an obvious one! Don’t even think about going to her wedding and feel no guilt about it at all! Has this gal ever hooked you up with women to bang? Nope! Has she ever fucked you? Nope! Has she ever told you places where women are who want to bang good guys such as yourself? Nope! Has she in any way been a real friend to you? Nope! Is she going to bang you on the side while she’s married? Nope! So why go to her wedding? She obviously couldn’t care less about you and as we all know, she’s just latching on to a guy so she can divorce him and rob him blind. So don’t endorse her errant and warped behavior. Going to her wedding is a pure, brazen endorsement of her and her marriage; by going, you are screaming out, “I think this is great! There’s nothing at all wrong with this!” even if you feel otherwise. Don’t be such a pussy by giving in to such nonsense.

Guys, don’t ever, ever, ever, think that you have to go to weddings. Just don’t. Do something else instead, anything. Just don’t go. You will feel so much better if you don’t attend, and nobody will notice that you’re not there. Respect yourselves, men. And if you know other single men who are thinking about going to a ceremony, greatly encourage them to not go as well; what would be awesome is for single guys to all get together somewhere instead of being at the wedding! Have dignity with yourself and don’t do something just because you think that you will somehow gain brownie points by doing so, because you will not. You’ll just be yet another simp, yet another mangina, yet another White Knight, a coward who just digs himself deeper in frustration and depression. Boycott weddings, guys! Trust me. Don’t be that guy. Just avoid it all.

By the way, the only good thing I got out of Russ’ wedding in Jasper was a mildly-attractive woman (who of course had a kid and sure wasn’t paying attention to us single guys) who was sitting behind me eating at the reception and her lucky thong was peeking out of her long, thin dress. I turned around and quietly took a couple of pics. Here’s one:

I also knew a really hot woman in Jasper named Cindy and we met up a year later there, but nothing much happened. She turned to be seriously psycho a year later; hot, but dangerously mentally unstable. No surprise there.

Guys, Stay Away From Single Moms!

Men, just to preface, I don’t say the things I do just to spew out vitriol and poison. I write these things because of what I see, what I read about, what I personally experience, in life here in the White Trash Mecca. And one thing I—and a growing number of men my age and younger—can totally attest to is this: young single mothers are the scum of the earth and you should NEVER get into a real relationship with them.

I touched on this subject in a well-read blog of mine entitled Captain Save-a-Ho to the Rescue.. It’s about guys who actually pair up with and marry single moms. Ugh! No, no, no! Never, guys, never!

First, here’s some pictures of stereotypical young, unwed mothers:

That’s all I see every day of my life here in the Leesburg/Ocala/Wildwood/Bushnell, Florida area, aka Sleazeburg-Diseaseburg/Hocala/Vilewood/Bushnell. All day, every day, for many years. And I’m sure some of you guys endure the same. Gentlemen, these are the faces (and bodies) of single moms. Are there some mature, respectable single mothers out there doing a great job raising their child/children? Absolutely! But they are so few and so far between that your chances of meeting them are slim to none. I literally know of only one.

Google search terms like “reasons not to date single moms” or “single mothers suck” or “don’t date single mothers” and you get dozens of blogs and websites about these topics. Go on YouTube and you’ll find scores of videos about the same, many with thousands of views and hundreds of thumbs up. The liberal media keeps saying that there are more single, childless young women than ever. BULLSHIT! We men know this is media propaganda as reality does not compute with the words of the press. With all women having out of wedlock kids, many having them (especially here) as young as 16 or 17, that leaves us men with used-up women with baggage who have no clue how to raise kids. No clue at all.

You see, the liberal media wants us to think that young single mothers are all mature, educated, hard-working professionals who just happened to hook up with a guy that seemed to be great but suddenly turned out bad, so the women had no choice but to leave the man and go the single mothers route. Spare me, spare me. We all know that none of this is true, as far from the truth as can be. The evidence we see all around us shows otherwise. Single moms are truly the epitome of rampant immorality and immaturity. They create these matriarchal fiefdoms all backed, paid for and legislated by the government and taxpayers (welfare, WIC, Medicaid, ObamaCare, child support and alimony). Single moms are greedy, narcissistic, shallow, vapid, manipulative teases who are not at all afraid to annihilate and ruin you using the law and are a severe blight on the United States. The kids grow up being just an accessory and a pawn to the mother’s life; she values herself so, so much more than her demon offspring. The cycle then always, always repeats, where the daughters engage in the same slutty, immoral behavior that caused their mothers to be single moms in the first place. The sons become drug-addicted thugs and career criminals. Repeat ad nauseum.

Women who get knocked up by “bad boys” at a young age after riding the “cock carousel” live lives filled with drugs, multiple bad boy sexual partners, STDs, poverty, and lack of education. With full assistance from the federal government in the form of welfare, these whores then live the “single mom life,” always trying to extract sympathy from everybody by plaintively crying, “but I’m a single mom!” No sympathy here. Just utter contempt. Out of the THOUSANDS of not-married mothers I’ve been around in the Lake/Sumter/Marion County area over the years, I can literally count on one hand the number who could be considered even barely halfway-decent women. Some of these other gals have multiple kids from multiple guys; imagine how stretched-out their pussies are! And their children are absolutely horrible and all follow in the footsteps of the whore mother and the bad boy sperm donor. Genes, y’know? The female gender doesn’t seem to comprehend this.

Yet these single mothers still get dates, still get tons of sex from thirsty, desperate men. Don’t be that guy! DON’T! One thing I’ve tried to make clear in my blog is that you men need to have much more self-respect; I had to learn that over the years but now, at 34 years old, I can tell you that I have far too much respect in myself to stoop down to the gutter level that single mothers have intentionally and happily put themselves in to. These bimbos have no self-control, no self-restraint, and are only looking for somebody to take care of them and their crappy kids.

You men might be saying, “But all women have kids nowadays! They’re everywhere! They’re so easy and slutty! I need sex sooooooo badly!” OK, fair enough, if you’re that much of a pathetic pussy beggar, “plate” them all you want, but don’t ever, ever get into a real relationship with them. Use them just as they have used men over and over again, pump and dump. And always wear a condom! Not only because there’s a good chance the women have pus-filled warts on their stretched-out pussies, but there’s also a good chance that she wants you to get her knocked up so she can force you to pay child support for a kid you didn’t want and will never get to even see much of! Happens all the time.

There is nothing good that can come from a young, unwed mother. They are immoral, irresponsible, deceitful, and are one of the very top factors in the moral and spiritual rotting and destruction of the United States. I encourage you to Google those search terms and check out the same things on YouTube as well for much more information. Here’s some more single moms for you, too:

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!

Why I Am MGTOW and Why You Should Be, Too

Men Going Their Own Way (MGTOW) is becoming quite a phenomenon, a trend. It’s not necessarily a movement because it’s regrettably so disorganized, and it’s not a movement like third-wave feminism is because feminists do exactly the same thing, think exactly the same way, and believe exactly the same thing. No individuality, no free thinking, just a collective hatred of good men. With MGTOW, it’s substantially different. Men, young and old, of all races and socio-economic backgrounds, have joined the “group” of sorts for varying reasons, and that’s a great thing!

It seems from a cursory glance that some MGTOW’ers are in their 40s or early 50s, bitterly divorced, and are—or at least were—filthy rich. Must be nice. They loved to flaunt their riches, their cars, their boats, their houses, and as a result, they naturally had whores gravitate to them. The guys married them and as always, the whores got bored with their husband and divorced him, taking with her half of his wealth. These guys still love to talk on men’s websites (like Roosh and Return of Kings) about how much they still have and how they easily rack up $300,000 a year (in a nation where most men can barely make $30,000 now, myself included), but are vocally bitter and angry because these dudes finally realized that women used them for all the money they loved to flaunt. No shit, Sherlock! It took all these years—and sometimes two to three divorces—to realize that?

Well, I’m not one of those. At all. I’m 34, short, fat and bald. I’m Working Class, more like Working Poor. I have a full-time job and a quite decent car and a little money in the bank and some basic possessions and…that’s about it. I don’t have lots of money; almost all my paychecks go to paying down college and credit card debts. I don’t have a yacht. I don’t have vacation condos in St. Lucia and Barbados. I don’t have a 6’3”, 220-pound ripped frame with an 11-inch dick. Naturally as a result, I’ve never, ever had females looking at me or even glancing at me, wanting me, talking to me, wanting to hook up with me, banging me. Except for a couple of medium-to-long-term girlfriends and a smattering of dates here and there, I’ve been completely off the dating grid because of the aforementioned inadequacies.

But…I’m still MGTOW, and have been since late last year.

Some of the arrogant guys on these men’s forums would smirk at me and say, “Why even bother? Nobody wants you. You don’t have any ‘game.’ You aren’t being pursued by women like we all are, so you’re not even on the market.” Keep in mind that many of these same cats are now spending every night playing video games in front of their computer, so they have little room to bash unattractive, poor men for being “losers.”

I don’t have to be tall and thin and good-looking and have money to “go my own way.” And neither do any of you guys out there who are reading this and think that MGTOW is just for bitter, middle-aged, upper-middle-class divorcees who still like to brag about how great their “game” is. Though there seem to be some in the Manosphere like that, MGTOW takes on the form of countless types of guys, and that’s the way it should be. I’ve seen YouTube comments from men in the United States and Canada as young as 19 or 20 stating that they are through with North American women and have no desire to chase them. I’ve watched videos from black men discussing when and why they took the Red Pill. This is for any man, of any age, any race, any nationality, who see—either first-hand or through friends, acquaintances and the Manosphere—how the overwhelming majority of young women are in the West.

In this blog post, I won’t go into detail about my first-hand experiences that drove me to give up chasing women who have always ignored me in the first place, as well as the first-hand experiences with girlfriends and Friends with Benefits that left me hurt and stunned. That’s for another time. I am MGTOW because of those experiences and because of 3rd-wave feminism and how an entire gender of two full generations (X and Y) have become as a result: selfish, vulgar, angry, liberal, godless, slutty, morally bankrupt, and tasteless. Not to mention their ridiculously high demands of men they bang when the women themselves are scum and have no room to judge men for our physical faults.

Guys, join MGTOW. Take the Red Pill. Don’t be Manginas. Don’t be Orbiters. Don’t be White Knights. Join MGTOW to find out what all this is and more! It will open your eyes and mind to reality; at first it’s brutal and depressing, but soon you see that so many other men are in the same position that you are in and it becomes quite empowering. It’s like a veil is lifted and you can see young women for how they really are nowadays. Once you take the Red Pill, you will not have a desire to chase skirts (or even yoga pants or tight jeans), to beg and plead and make fools of yourselves just for the ever-so-slight possibility of getting laid. Fall away from the rigged, brutal and almost entirely unsuccessful dating game and do something else with your time, like hang out with other men who have left the dating scene…or just sit home and masturbate to porn every night. It works, trust me. Don’t lower yourself by giving in to the wants of today’s feminist-controlled women. Start reading websites like MGTOW.com or Return of Kings, and look up great YouTubers like Sandman and Raging Golden Eagle and Rang3r34 with his “Stan the MGTOW Man” series. From there, you will find countless other videos from great MGTOW’ers, filled with hundreds of Likes and comments. Join the crowd, guys. There’s always room in this growing movement. I’m upset at myself for waiting so long to finally walk away from American women, and you will look back at all those years you spent trying to get girls and say, “What a waste of my time!” Trust me.

Far, Far Away from American Women, That's Where!

The Thousand-Cock Stare

Ah, the "Thousand-Cock Stare!" After banging every douchebag and Alpha Male bad boy in sight her entire life--starting usually at age 13 or younger--and after squirting out multiple kids, all these used-up American women suddenly want to "settle down" with a Beta Male good guy just so he can pay for her and her kids. Nope, not gonna happen. No, thanks. Pass!

CHECK OUT SOME OF MY OTHER AWESOME BLOG POSTS! HERE THEY ARE:
Guys, stay away from single moms! and What's left when it comes to single women? and Ugh, teen-moms, part 2

Blog Cherry Popping!

Hey, all! This is my first blog post on Life in a White Trash Mecca! Just an introduction about how I am, where I live, and what I’ll be blogging about from time to time.

Back in the glorious Myspace days, (oh, may they R.I.P.), I had a fairly successful blog, with numerous subscribers. My tracking map would show blog reads coming from all parts of North America, even some in Germany, Norway and Australia. Ah, better days, better days. Since the self-destruction of Myspace back in November of 2010, I haven’t posted so much as one blog, one vlog, one commentary online. Nothing. Well, it’s time to get back into the swing of things!

I’m 34 years old, fairly short, fairly fat and fairly bald. For many years, I’ve worked full-time in an average, run-of-the-mill job. I drive a nice but pretty average car. I have some friends, I have some family, I have interests and hobbies (hiking, driving, road trips, acting, singing, music, video production, etc.) Basically, I’m your stereotypical Beta Male in most ways. Gamma Male I am not, though! I’ve been very single for most of my life, not by any choice of my own, just by the lack of good women/overabundance of good men ratio. I’ve dated a bit here and there, and I’ve been in two long-term relationships, one of those being very on-again, off-again; it was pretty much a Friends with Benefits situation that went off and on for several years. Whatev. I used to be very frustrated and bitter toward being single, alone and unloved, but thanks to sites like Return of Kings and Roosh, I have since taken the Red Pill and my entire attitude has changed. I have embraced much—but not all—of the MGTOW subculture that is starting to cause quite a stir in the dating/relationship world.

So my blogs will discuss MGTOW and the state of Western men and women today. I’ll also write about topics from religion (if you’re looking for spiteful rants from militant atheists, look elsewhere) to politics (and if you’re looking for something MSNBC would post, look elsewhere) to describing the title of my blog, Life in a White Trash Mecca. Yeah, there’s a reason why I call this area that, trust me. I’ll also throw in quite a few internet memes regarding everything I just mentioned. Hope you enjoy!