Men are like Zion in the Matrix

Life is like the defense of Zion in the Matrix.

Men are like the combat battle suits. They step out in public and wear an oversized ego and attitude. They require a squad of lowly peons to run around and keep them well supplied. Sometimes the lowly peons get squished.

Women are like the machines (Freudian slip? lol). They pour out of the womb in a frenzied, social, utterly banal and amoral mass.

In the Matrix, the defenders concentrate their heavy weapon fire on the drill hole. The machines are shredded into detritus as they emerge. No one can tell what they are targeting; they simply blaze away at a small point. They have no choice and cannot divert their firepower to carefully aim. They know they will be more effective targeting the one point where the machines emerge. The lowly foot soldiers get to clean up the refuse. They run around and zap the scrapped machines with their low-voltage electric gun juice.

In life, men concentrate their flesh cannon fire on the tight holes. As girls pop from the womb, masses of men target them with concentrated cock-fire. Men from 16 to 66 are aiming at the same holes; their biologically driven urges leave them no choice. Faster than most men can comprehend, women are shredded by the relentless onslut. They trickle out of their prime years as human detritus. Lowly betas get to clean up the refuse. They run around and zap the women with low voltage juice.

Meanwhile, the alpha males reminisce about the days when they were the One, and life was an illusion. They got unplugged from the Matrix after leaving the college football team. They latch on to a Trinity who is supposedlynot like the other women. They go down in a flagellatory blaze of excruciatingly lonely glory as their Trinities metaphorically die to vainglorious sloth, pride, and gluttony.

No title, just ranting

Two people I know are graduating together in the same curriculum and shared many of the same classes.

One is a cute girl who has dabbled in the bad boy alpha territory. The other is a nice happily naive guy.

She resents the guy for being nice. He is ignorant of this.

Oh, the irony, America. Only in the land of democracy, the greatest societal achievement, the land of ‘innocent until proven guilty,’ do our women get to freely grow up to harbor the exact opposite sentiment toward men. Guilty of being beta until proven alpha. Worthy of animosity and resentment and shit-tests for doing jack shit. And on the flip side, innocent for any and all crimes.

 

An Open Letter to Patagonia fanboys

I see what you did there. You almost had me.

I see how you use consumer branding to form a new kind of tribal society. One where you are in if you wear the P. Out if you don’t.

I see how you all graduated from Stanford business school just like Chooey. I see how you are sons of the 1%; you are sons of the military industrial complex you seem to talk bad about (to use Chouinards own phrase). I see how desperately you delude yourselves from noticing how much fuel you burn. Masturbatory self-affirmation spiritual eco-trips. The smoke trail is hard to ignore. That and the droning of your private aircraft.

I look at you and laugh because you believe that consumerism is the new tribe. You wake up and see the world as a place where you need a $400 dollar eco-friendly jacket. You see the world as a place worth exploring, so long as you have a twitter feed and local brewhouse ale and a jacquzzi. You might burn gasoline, use hydroelectric power, use coal, or fly coach with avgas; but its ok, since it is all about realizing your inner self.

In another person’s point of view, you don’t give a fuck about anyone but yourself.

Feel free to deny, but i notice the objective, not the subjective. Your net consumption never really goes down, does it? Trapped in the same cycle of consumption and identity aren’t you? You never give up your 4×4 do you? Nor your TV?

Hypocrites.

Choinard is a big-business asshole who has wrapped his identity in clan-flagellation. He profits from making humans look evil for buying normal shit. Face the reality.

While you suck on the thirsty teat of a niche specialty (Goretex uber stretch dri loft jackets for mountaineering), reality lazily laps milk from the deluge of her own teat. You need a technical hardshell mountaineering jacket, meanwhile Marianna and her ten thousand cousins need a cable connection and latin soap operas.

They always say “keep your friends close but your enemies closer.” I can reassure you that I am wearing my Patagonia boxer shorts right now.

Followers

Oh the irony of word choice.

Follow. Unfollow. Friend. Defriend. Poke.

Ask yourself how many boys, guys, dudes, and bros are out there in the world as followers, frienders, poke-ers.

Pause.

Ask yourself how many men do likewise.

Lead, obey, ally, comrade, united, forge, clash. The not-nice words are mothballed to history. But mark my words, they always reappear.

The Kennedy family (and the American man) in a nutshell

>Dirt Poor Farmer

>>>Immigrant facing radical hardship

>>>>>>>Shrewd businessman

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Cunning Investor

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Politician

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Socialite

>>>>>Nostalgic reminiscent modest guy, ultimately beta

>>anonymous herb who gets 60 seconds of fame

>? End?

This little graphic represents a rise and a fall. But the reeeeaaaaallly telling graphic looks like something like this:

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Weathered extreme hardship

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Weathered radical hardship

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Lived through a pretty hard time

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Worked hard

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>”Worked”

>>>>>>>>>Didn’t lift a finger

>>>What the fuck happened to us

>Dur

Or maybe it looks like this:

>Shit fuck, gotta fucking eat.

>>>>>Son of a bitch what the fuck am I going to do.

>>>>>>>>>>Damn this is tough.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Hahaha fuckers i’m fucking rocking

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Nooo!!! I can’t ever live up to that!

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Too late, gonna fucking party

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>We are all special. I am happy and nice.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Bitches, I’m, you know, fucking unique and shit!!!

To summarize: we became intolerant to hardship and difficulty. We became engorged on self-delusions.

The end.

Self-Actualization or Bangs

If you have kept a finger on the manosphere pulse you know that Half Sigma has moved over to Lion of the Blogosphere.

One of his blog hypotheses is that the rich upper class has made self-actualization their most important goal.  According to his theory, the rich spend money on intellectualism or philanthropy as a form of peacocking their social status; the resulting message is that they care more about creating a visible personality than riches or power. Personality is power (or more correctly, pursuing the credential track of upper class personality is power).

Do you recall the recent story of John McAfee? Rich multi-millionaire rags-to-riches computer software creator moves to a third world country, gets involved in the drama of local corruption, and makes a dramatic escape.

This story so oddly contradicts the script of being a rich self-actualizing libtard that you have to wonder if returning to the USA is an escape for him. More like fleeing the hornets nest straight into the lion’s den.

McAfee shamelessly did everything a maculine man would do: spend the lump sum on riches, hookers, and drugs. It perfectly defines how every Redbull-loving motocross junkie fantasizes about wealth. I do too. The image is there in my head, right now. ( I fantasize about having a yacht and crusing around the Caribbean, free of worry or schedule)

Yet for all the experiences he unlocked with sums of money, he doesn’t seem to be a socially successful guy. Not in the “I graduated cum laude from Harvard Business School” way. Nor in the bubblegum Bieber-like “If I was your boyfriend” way either. Case in point, look at the guys he was competing with for access to women: third-world dirt poor corrupt drug dealers. Why does an American multi-millionaire resort to getting his jollies off with third world women?

Clearly the path to riches is becoming disparate from the path to power.

 

Women and development.

I love that evolutionary biology is gaining momentum because there are some mightily interesting scenarios that are way too PC to talk about without the biological frame of reference. And since PC is no issue here, and since evo. biology is on my side, lets dive right in.

For example, a girl is ready to give birth at puberty. Explain to me why this is biologically normal but is shrieked at like a farmer shrieks at a Salem witch. Puberty is a sign that a female is dropping eggs to make a baby. nothing more or less. Why would you rail against nature’s clear signal beacon? What kind of unnatural creep are you?

The motility of male sperm is no different between the age of male puberty and old age. The 18 year old banging his teacher has more biological effectiveness than a 40 year old virgin. Inversely, a seasoned man flirting with younger women can easily make younger men look like little boys. The whole point is that biological effectiveness for men is never easily defined. Its is young, old, up, down, left, right, backward, forward, inside, outside, high, low, stoned, drunk, and hypocritical.

The Essence of Game applied to Green living (and other movements)

Krauser gives us a good storytelling session that hits home about the essence of Game.

He is indirectly making the point that women don’t care for the content of the story, any underlying message to the story, or actually experiencing the scenario in the story.

The value is within his ability to provide colors and imagery that trigger feelings.

If you extrapolate this into feminism and society, you start to wonder: society typically operates on profit and logic. How much of society is being rewritten to include emotions as a third currency?

Take the “green” movement for example (already we are out the gate with a strong mental color). I *highly* doubt that tender young hip teenage girls give two shits about digging up their yard and sweating and toiling in heat, insect swarms, and humidity. They will have no interest in waking up in cool parts of the day at dawn to tend to crops that need to be protected from insects, rot, and animal poachers. They would go beserk to realize that the end result, a decent crop, will fill their stomach (after they cook it) but will not earn very much money.

Yet I have just described ‘urban farming.’ Notice how sexy the image is, and contrast that with how unsexy the labor is.

Again, women get involved in stuff that feels good; you can safely assume that movements like the green movement involve a heavy amount of rationalizing away any labor.

The concept of a woman who wants to ‘work’ has to be the biggest farce ever foisted on polite society. I will help you out with this. Women want to work if:

1. It feels good; air conditioning is the biggest pre-requisite.
2. They can imagine themselves saving the world.
3. They don’t have to deal with icky sexual attention.
4. They don’t actually have to think about what is profitable.
5. They don’t have to compete with men.
6. They don’t have to use physical labor.
7. They can imagine their demographic doing the same thing elsewhere.
8. They never come in contact with equally beautiful/ youthful housewives.
9. They don’t actually need to produce anything.
10. There are men around to take blame and take charge.
11. There is a Starbucks around the corner.

I don’t say this spitefully. I just think that femininity is inherently about self-preservation, which all of these factors reflect. The grand irony is that all jobs exist to fulfill these very factors.

‘Mad Men’ and feminism

There are two simple questions I have for viewers of the Mad Men show.

1. Is Don Draper masculine? In almost every scene with his wife Betty he doesn’t assert anything.

2. Is this what it takes to keep spinsters relevant? Being in the top 1% of Madison Avenue New York socialites? Divorcing and extracting the resources from bootstrapping, red-blooded, all-American, alpha males?

More importantly, if you consciously and/or don’t condone #2, can you see the the other side of the argument? The realm of men should never be touched by women. Its a condemnation.

 

 

SWPL: guerilla warfare

Somewhere, somehow, someone managed to convince us that ad hominem attack is a credible way to argue and to therefore control public policy. Throw in the clear conflict of interest (does that term even exist anymore?) of the eventual governmental hand outs and we have a new Gimmedat Crown!

“You racist.”
“You sexist.”
“You misogynist.”
“You chauvinist.”
“You bigot.”
“Ew. Creeper.”
“Hater gonna hate.”
“You feminist.”

…Gotcha. I threw that last one in there. Doesn’t have quite the ring does it?

I digress.

While everyone is rallying behind the low-class gut shots of ad hominem bias, white people are still leading the way with their retardedly complex eco-soy organic homegrown artisanal ad-hominem attacks. Did I lose you anywhere in that mouthful? Continuing on.

The above-mentioned worlds almost never collide. It would be like matter combining with antimatter if the two ever had to face off. Imagine an argument between Jerome the educated black and Neamiah the grass-fed hipster:

Jerome argues – “That guy there; I just know that he looked at me with dislike. There was a definite sneer of animosity. I couldn’t believe that in this day we still have to suffer in silence at this bigotry. When will we ever look past the color of someone’s skin?”

Neamiah argues – “How can someone like this treat the earth so poorly? Its up to all of us to pitch in the local community and find a movement, a vibration, on a deep spiritual level. I participate in a local art commune that does organic backyard garden performances. I hope that you see the karma within our souls.”

FWOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!! The earth just exploded.

SWPL is guerilla warfare. How else could upper middle class white children so wantonly traipse into the ghetto, set up a hippie camp, and begin to ‘reeducate’ the colored neighbors with ‘locally sourced vegetables’ and ‘block scale community engagement’? Black culture is getting fucking owned by grass-fed white kids.

When someone lobs an ad hominem hand grenade at you, calmly get on your home-grown carbon-emission-offset-welded fixie and ride circles around them. Its the future of the WP in SWPL.