Now, now, before all you harridans start your screeching because of the subtitle up there, take a look at this. I know, I KNOW, it’s a graph, which reminds you of math class, which makes you sad, but it’s okay. Really just look at it. See how the pretty line falls to the floor like a plane crashing and burning? You know what that is?
No, never mind the economy. Never mind society collapsing. Never mind the birth rate. Let me tell you about the one thing that REALLY matters to you:
That line represents your own happiness.
Honest to God. Now, bear with me while I teach you some basics, but at the end I will show you why men are pretty much to blame for all this too. Just don’t skip there right away.
That line is basically the self-reported effect of the question “how happy are you with your life” over the last 50 years.
Yeah. Hard to believe, I know, but those poor enslaved women of the 1950s who had to keep house, cook and clean and feed their own kids? They liked their life. A lot more than you like yours. And your excuse that they were all crazy, or duped, simple bitches? It doesn’t really wash.
If I were a woman, I would not care at all about politics, I would worry about looking pretty, being personable and agreeable and making a man that will look after me so happy he wouldn’t even think of straying. And look, even as a man? If I didn’t have to work like a damned slave in the salt mines at all sorts of things, looking after my own children? If THAT was all I had to do? Cook, Clean, do some washing, and look after the kids?!?!? Fuck, what a PLEASURE.
It’s EASY.
Okay, yeah, I said it and I don’t care if you are crying now. It’s fucking EASY!
First of all I would ROUTINE the fuck out of the daily tasks. The washing, and cleaning takes no more than an hour daily. The cooking may take more if you care about the other humans probably enjoying their food, but say 3 hours a day for three meals, hell, call it 4. Then you have to wash and clean and dress the little creatures when they are small, wipe their arse, that sort of thing. Say another 2 hours. And there you have a 7 hour day. If you can get a maid for a couple days a week you re-stack everything so you can even get a bit more free time. And I tell you, the kids would have a LOT more fun with me too. Because bath time would be quicker and in summer may simply be: “You’re under arrest, strip and take the hose-wash” I mean, you don’t want them to end up in jail right? And what better way to make sure they avoid it?
You got all muddy and your clothes are done? Here’s a bucket and soap. Enjoy. Oh you’re hungry? Better rush that cleaning job then son/daughter.
And you know what? The kids never resent me for teaching them these valuable and character building lessons that can pretty much all be bullet-pointed under the heading: Figure it the fuck out.
Of course, I do help them, but today, my son did all his Italian work on his own with a dictionary. The “help” he was getting from sisters, mother, teachers, is no help at all. And a google translated phone image is worse than no help.
Use that dictionary boy. When the pages are worm from use, guess what? You’ll know almost all of them in there. You wanna speed up the process? Read it. Yeah. Read the dictionary.
The point is, in life, there are no shortcuts.
The long way round is usually best. If you truly want a shortcut you have to usually be 10 times better than everyone else and work 10 times harder. Then it will LOOK like a shortcut to others, but you’ll know the cost.
So… ladies… you want to be treated like men? Good luck to ya. You’re going to die alone and your cats will piss on your dead body before they even think of eating it.
You wan to win? Play to your strengths. Be a woman.
BE
A
WOMAN.
Now, how did we get here?
Weak-ass men.
Weak, weak, weak, incels, gammas, and of course, always, Satan’s minions, the parasitic Talmudians who prey on human beings, and inevitably mass-murder them, as they did by killing some 60 million Christians in the “Bolshevik” (read Jewish) revolution.
But the problem has always been those losers who can’t get laid by simply approaching a woman and honestly asking her on a date. Those guys suffer from the male equivalent of female hysteria. Ladies, you know how you become an unfuckable harridan if you don’t get picked down properly? Well, men become radioactive pests to pussy when they don’t and can’t get laid. And they begin to hate and envy those men who can and do.
So they come up with schemes and they about for decades and centuries to attain power, be it from the local homeowners association to the PTA, to Academia, to the halls of finance, to political office and lawyering and all the rest of it.
Then they begin to implement rules and regulations, to prevent men that would have crushed their heads against the nearest wall for some of the shit they now say on the internet from afar, from simply being men. And at the same time they tell women being able to spread your legs for everyone at all times is great and empowering. Because they hope that way they too, once in a blue moon, and bluer balls, they get some too. Not lovingly, not passionately, not with sober and willing intent, but you know how it is ladies, when you’re in a desert, the shallowest pond of camel piss will seem as a spring brook to you.
And they will continue to hate the men that can get the spring brook on demand. And the women too will begin to resent the other women who can get the guy that looks like the fetching palm tree in the oasis.
And such is the war on humanity created.
And where did it start?
Protestantism.
The reduction of the nuance, respect, cherishing love, protective cordoning of female emotions that is dogmatic in Catholicism, got mechanised and reduced and simplified and chopped into neat little squares for inclusion in a spreadsheet, just like the Industrial Revolution did to human beings, and men (and children) first, so Protestantism did to women, reducing them to less effective men.
In protestant beliefs, a woman is a “helpmeet” that either has to shut up and obey, or is to be pedastalised beyond any fault.
In Catholicism women are understood and treated and cherished… AS WOMEN.
They make babies, they are our mothers, sisters, lovers, wives. They do NOT need to deal with the world. They need with the minutiae of their children and husbands and friends. They will know which fabric each child is allergic to or which flower is their favourite, or how many pebbles they have stuffed in their pockets. A father need only know they have eaten and have some clothes on, pretty much, to enjoy and have fun with his kids. Bu they feel cared for and loved by their mother, while they feel excite and serious by what they do with their father, they can feel excited and safe by what they do with their mother.
Women are not less effective men. They are a different thing from men. They are to be protected from all sorts of things, and first and foremost, from their own wild emotions. And a woman who IS protected from them, in time, will learn to control them better too. For they learn in serenity and acknowledged protection better than Mendo, who tend to learn more by overcoming hardship and challenges while retaining a cool head.
So yes, it was the leaders and powerful men that sold out. Gave up, or ignored the sneaky worm-tongues sliding around instead of stomping on their heads as soon as their forked tongues exited their heads.
And if humanity is to survive properly, worthily, and with dignity, then, rest assured, that the pedovores must be strung up high every last one. Without quarter, without mercy, and relentlessly.
And the only men that can do this and retain their humanity are those that have a TRUE connection to a loving God, yet understand the necessity of doing a necessary evil.
Such men have really only ever existed as crusading catholic knights, and the occasional noble pagan like some samurai, some ancient Romans, Spartans, Greeks, or other pre-Catholic tribes and so on.
This post was originally published on my Substack. Link here
