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The Slut Mindset


At Dannyfrom504‘s site Spacetraveller made a comment:

We are here in solidarity because we all realise that certain sections of society are being trampled under (i.e.men).

To which I responded that “Team Woman is Anti Male by definition.”
And then she asked:

Interesting! But I wonder, is this a natural phenomenon or is it a learned response by women who have been repeatedly burned by men?

Surely it cannot be a natural instinct in women, to hate men. Given that (in a primordial way), women ‘s survival rests on men. So what I am saying is that, if Team Woman is anti-male, it must be a cultural thing and not part of female nature.

Anyone else have any thoughts on this?

My response to that was :

I think that if women are repeatedly burned by men (pump & dump?) it might be because they have a covert contract with the guy where if they have sex with him he will be their boyfriend. The guy has no clue about it and might not go along with it anyway. So, it ends up being the guy’s fault for not keeping up his end of the contract he didn’t sign. To get over the hurt of the P&D, the women decide that they didn’t want him anyway; they were just using HIM for sex. Yeah! Big Strong Powerful Woman!!!! Fuck all men!!!

Wow, did I just psychoanalyze the slut mindset? LOL!

So, what do you think? Is a lot of feminism’s anti-male mindset derived from the broken covert contracts? Is it all just self-interest?

The Lost Art of Lying


I’m a terrible liar; I learned early in life that I was no good at it, so I gave up trying. The problem is that the truth just pops out most of the time. The one thing I don’t have a problem with is lying to authority figures. In high school, I was extremely good at coming up with fantastic stories on why I missed a class. I got so good at it that I pretty much skipped school constantly with no repercussions.

The reason I’m bringing this up is the looming switch from paper medical records to a digital database under Obamacare. Now, there have been all kinds of reports saying that doctors are required to ask you if there is a gun in your home or how many sexual partners you have had or are currently having. I’ve read conflicting stories on the NRA getting most of the most damning language out of the new law, and I really don’t have time to research the whole topic, so I’m not going to delve into that.

The main thing is that now there really is a permanent record. You say something once to your doctor and it is put into the database forever more. A lot of people think that doctors are there to help them and that if you don’t tell your doctor about your alcohol/drug/tobacco use, they won’t be able to properly treat any ailments that crop up because of that use. This is a fallacy.

Doctors are not here to help you. Doctors are glorified pill and surgery salespeople. Sure, there are about 10% of all doctors that try really hard to help, and they have their heart in the right place, but they still try to push statins and blood pressure medication on healthy people “just in case”. Plus, if you read medical journals from the 1970s, you will see that the medical community and their pharmaceutical overlords keep lowering the bar for cholesterol and blood pressure, so that more people can be prescribed pills.

Now that your medical records are in a database for eternity, and all your medical expenses are soon to be socialized, your bad behavior will eventually be punished. I advocate lying. If a doctor asks you if you drink, say NO. If they ask whether or not you smoke, say NO. If they ask if there’s a gun in the house, say NO. All information you give them will eventually be used to determine all kinds of things about you.

If they ask how many sexual partners you have had and you say “only my husband” then you are not toeing the liberal line of sluttitude and might be a dangerous radical. If you reply “50 or 60” then you are engaging in risky behavior and might be required to undergo invasive procedures. I think the best answer to that question is “4 but only my husband since marriage”. That is pretty ambiguous, and doesn’t raise any eyebrows. The goal here is to blend.

I do all kinds of things that are considered commonly-accepted dangerous behaviors: I sunbathe, I eat a ton of saturated fats, I intermittent fast instead of eating seven small meals a day, I shoot guns, I smoke, I drink, I drive fast, etc. There is no way I’m going to tell a doctor about any of those things. Heck, I pretty much refuse to see a doctor except when I break something or am in dire health.

Even though I am disgustingly healthy and in good shape, every time I did go to a doctor, they always wanted to prescribe me statins and blood pressure medication “just in case”. My blood pressure is very low, and I like cholesterol; my brain is the most cholesterol-rich organ in my body. I like my brain and its cholesterol, and I don’t want to take a drug that lowers that cholesterol.

How long will it be before refusing to take statins and blood pressure medication is considered risky behavior? What will happen if you defy your doctor? When doctors are government employees, how much power will they have over you? Think of doctors as if they are as powerful as IRS agents. Soon there will be three things you can’t avoid: Death, Taxes, and Forced Healthcare.

Thoughts on NSA Data Mining


Think about it; every small company has their servers backed up to “the cloud”. The company I work for didn’t until recently, but when the dude maintaining our server retired, we hired a national company to handle our IT needs. It seemed like the thing to do; it only costs a couple hundred bucks a month & everything is backed up each night. They maintain our software & hardware, etc.

So what is on the server that gets backed up? All of our email, for one thing. All of the job quotes, purchase orders, subcontractor communications, discussions with the accountants, financial statements, loan documents, vacation requests, discussions with bankers, wire transfers, etc. God only knows the discussions the owner has with the huge national companies that make up our customer base. God only knows the discussions the receptionist has with her friends/lovers.

Stored on one of the massive server hard drives is every drawing for everything we have ever built. Every contract we have ever signed. Every piece of paper, which we wanted to keep the info but not store the hard copy, has been scanned & stored on those hard drives, which in turn are backed up to some server somewhere out there in internet land.

One of the massive server hard drives is dedicated solely to me for all of my accounting functions. Every company we have owned since ~Y2K and all of their financial data is there. Every sale of every company is there. That is where I store all of the data for all of my accounting programs, which in turn stores all of my customer and vendor info including all of their FEINs & invoices, payments, etc.

So every piece of information that a company has to have to be a company is on our servers, being backed up to what is almost certainly some sort of Microsoft backup system. You know it is. This is what the NSA IRS BLAH BLAH is going after. They want all of the small company information. Small companies are notoriously tight-lipped about their operations, but then they voluntarily throw all of their “secret” info out there online.

Sure, the NSA wants info on individuals, too. They want to be able to crucify any target with that target’s own cross, that the target put online themselves. I get that. But here’s the deal, how well are They going to be able to put it all together? I’ve been online since you had to put the phone receiver in that little box & you could only communicate with huge companies & universities. Then slowly there were different bulletin boards you could access. Remember when almost every archaic website decided to start charging for content? I think that was the very early 90s. That didn’t last long.

How many variations of me does the NSA have? Hell, I don’t even remember some of the different usernames I have used throughout the years. I’ve never used my real name. Remember the heady days of day-trading penny OTC stocks? No, of course you don’t, you were 13 years old. It was all the rage & everyone who was anyone was meeting up on the OTC pages of Raging Bull. I was there every day. What was my user name? I seriously can’t remember, lol.

What was my user name on AOL? LiveJournal? Myspace? Blogger? I used to frequent Gawker back when it hired heterosexual males & then years later when Jezebel used to actually be a site where you discussed difficult periods instead of just screeching victim feminism. What was my user name? What is my user name on Street Carnage? I’ve been on there since day 1 & have contributed numerous times. Hell, I have had long term blogs on different blogging platforms since the 1990s using various names. What are those names? Have They put them all together yet?

So, if you are out there NSA & have all my data of everything I have put out there, please send me a copy of it all because it would make for very entertaining (yet cringe-worthy) reading. Kthxbai!

We Did Everything We Were Told To Do


We were born right after the end of the WWII baby boom. Going to school, Baby Boomers were about half of our teachers, so from birth all outside influences told us to be the way we were. We were good kids, slightly rambunctious, we ran in packs around the neighborhood. Everyone ran in packs around every neighborhood. Every house had a TV that ran all evening. The parents stayed inside & watched; the kids stayed outside & played until dark in the summer.

You have your whole life to get serious, we were told. Of course, these were the Baby Boomers telling us that while they were all snorting Coke & popping Quaaludes. Disco. Need I say more? It was huge & the clubs were packed. Cute girls were never ID’d. Never. At the time though, it was legal to drink low point beer at age 18, so there were a ton of beer bars. They didn’t ID either.

I sailed through high school without cracking a book or attending class. Funny thing was that to skip out of school, you would actually have to get there early to find a partner in crime. We never got in trouble for skipping out of school. You got 3 unexcused “lates” each quarter & I was a master at an excuse. I told a great story & could always get my group out of trouble. It was always a group – packed as tightly into that Delta 88/Vistacruiser/Cutlass as possible, running around town all day.

I worked for three years after high school at the coolest job in the world: I processed seismic trace data using FORTRAN. There might have been some BASIC & COBOL thrown in there somewhere (everything was capitalized back then). I played ADVENT & Dungeon & the early Zorks. Then the oil industry collapsed & off to college I went. Did I major in computers? No, I was an idiot!

This is what you did, you goofed off because you have your entire life to grow up & get serious. This is what the finally-serious Baby Boomers told us in school, just out of school, on TV, in every popular book, in every song on the radio. Find yourself! Find your passion! Of course while telling us this, the Boomers themselves were getting serious & starting to rake in the dough.

I met my husband in the very early eighties; he ran in the same group as my boyfriend at the time & had the same major as I did: Geology. I cut his hair – I cut everyone’s hair – I wasn’t very good at it, but I was cheap, lol! My boyfriend dumped me 2 years later & my husband & I started hanging out. We were best friends for about 4 months before we realized we were dating. It took us a month after that to kiss & my sister kissed him first (under the mistletoe). Bitch 🙂

We just kind of hung out in the college town for a few years; it was cheap & we had fun jobs, then we decided it was a good idea to move to a big city – it took us 2 years to get the hell out of there & back to our home town. We were coming up on our 30s. We were still just fooling around like we were supposed to. We had our entire lives to get serious! In the early 1990s the economy was really bad, so it wasn’t as if there was going to be anything resembling a career anyway.

Thing is that there were all these abandoned houses sitting around. You could get one for a few thousand dollars, so we did & we fixed it up. The neighborhood was terrible; it hasn’t improved much! We now live next door. It was cheap to live & we got whatever jobs & life passed. It was fun! We partied our lives away! Holy cow, we should have bought a handful of those houses; we could have done it no problem.

We discussed having kids in our mid 30s, but neither of us was very enthusiastic. We decided that if it were a priority, we would have had them a decade before. We didn’t know anyone our age with kids; our siblings weren’t having kids. It was very unpopular & you were looked upon as sort of boring & giving up on life. That was the message in the day, at least the message we got.

I’m not saying that I would do any different today, but looking back with red pill knowledge, damn we were ignorant! I mean, it’s nice to float on the surface of life, but we should have kicked at least a little ass, right? I mean we did lots of fun things & opened a fun business & lived fun lives, but maybe we should have grown up at some point in time. The only thing we did do was take advantage of the Boomer’s leavings & we lived frugally. Also my husband has always been really good at investments.

We are still floating on the surface of life – we are old, everything’s paid for, no one is relying on us & we are practically almost retired(ish). We never did grow up & become adults, & frankly, don’t see much reason to do so now, except that our bodies don’t heal as quickly as they used to. Crazy thing is that barring a horrific accident or illness, we still have half of our lives left. What the hell are we going to do with them?

I was lead to believe that amazing & wonderful things were in store for me. I was sold a bill of goods – I was a special snowflake just like everyone else! What I didn’t realize until recently is that throughout time, 99% of all people just lived their lives as best they could. Very few people had amazing & wonderful lives, but I was told my entire life to expect amazing & wonderfulness to happen. All the commercials on TV were amazing & wonderful! Buy this tampon & have romantic horseback rides on the beach!

I guess what I’m most thankful for is that I got to spend most of my life so far with my husband. We goofed off & had fun, but we did it together. Yes we completely bought the blue pill, but we bought it together. Once I found the red pill, we took it together. We are wasting our lives, but we are wasting them together. We are getting old, but we are getting old together. So, I guess our lives really haven’t been wasted at all 🙂

My First Red Pill: Butter


There I was, minding my own business, bored at work & surfing the edges of the interwebs circa 2009, & I saw something about how cracking fresh black pepper on my food would increase the nutrient absorption by 2000%. I searched more on this & found Whole Health Source & started reading. I can’t find the original post I read (I heard that he culled his posts awhile back), but I started looking around on Stephan’s site.

Somewhere I stumbled onto a post about fats, which blew my friggin mind. I mean, I already knew about good fats & bad fats; in order of good to evil they are: olive oil, vegetable oil, & the very worst ever: Saturated Animal Fats. I can’t find anything that I remember reading on that site back a few years, but the gist of what I read was that saturated fats were pretty stable, but polyunsaturated fats (veg oils) when you looked at the molecule there were all these places where oxygen molecules (disclaimer: not a scientist!) could attach, thereby oxidizing the fat, rendering it rancid. I’m not even going into the chemical process used to extract veg oils.

I, like everyone else in the free world, was on a major Extra Virgin Olive Oil kick, so when in the comments of a post (that I cannot find, damn it) someone asked Stephan which was better for you, butter or olive oil, Stephan said Butter. Butter. I had like a million bottles of olive oil in the pantry.

My first red pill was the day I started melting a thick pat of butter on everything I ate. Much to my surprise, I did not gain weight; what did happen is that I noticed that I no longer had hangovers. Seriously. I have had maybe 20 hangovers total since 2010 & I like to hang out at bars a lot. Sometimes on a Friday I may visit 4 different bars.

The reason it was such a red pill is that saturated fats are the most vilified fat in the US, yet by eating a bunch of it I actually found a major benefit. What else was Conventional Wisdom wrong about? Well, I’m about to take you on a very slow hop down the rabbit hole because CW is wrong about pretty much everything.

Tl;dr:  Everything you have ever been told is a complete & total lie.