Ben the Baptist (thanks to Feminist Hater for identifying the source) does a marvelous takedown on Katie Emmerson’s whining about our Sister Lori Alexander. Check it out…

Ben apparently doesn’t recognize this Christian skank. That’s OK. All the boys know who she is.

“Katie Emmerson” is also known as “Katie Gregoire Emmerson.” Katie is the daughter of Sheila Wray Gregoire. See here if the stupid, bovine expression and hideous facial features don’t convince you.

Congratulations to my favorite bulldyking radical feminist, for raising up this shrill, angry, masculinized beast. Truly, the sour apple falls not too far away from the diseased tree.

Some fun facts about Katie Emmerson include:

Katie has recently become a military wife, getting married in February of 2018!

That’s right, some poor CF sap wifed this wimminz up. She’s already admitted to having skank-ho tatts, and while she doesn’t go into detail, her demeanor tells us about her sexual history prior to marriage. She’ll be getting knocked up soon. Her hub had better pony up for that DNA test when the kid pops out.

Katie has visited the Mulli Children’s Family in Kenya, home to over 800 abandoned, orphaned, or abused children three times.

I’m sure, unlike every single other “world traveler” wimminz I know, she didn’t become unchaste in a filthy foreign country, which is packed with exotic diseases. Hey, Katie’s husband… Hope you have fun at the STD clinic, pal.

Want more information on booking Katie for your youth event? Just Email Katie’s booking agent Tammy. She’d love to help you!

Because every modest, traditional homemaker has a press agent.

You boys wonder why I tell you to rebuke Christian whores, this is the reason. Christian wimminz are among the most useless and unmarriagable females available.

That also goes for wimminz of any ethnic or religious group, who grew up in Canada. Katie is a perfect example of that toxic intersection. I give her marriage another 24 months before she pulls the plug on it, and makes her unfortunate ex-husband the subject of her speaking tours. Stay tuned.

Long ago, there used to be an old goat who hung out at the Spearhead mag, who endlessly boasted about his hot Latina wife. He’d go on at length about how wonderful Latin women were, compared to the typical white and black hoez that us norteamericanos have to slum with. He would arrogantly boast about his exploits in Mexico and points south. He’d alternately brag like a frat-bro about fucking and sucking hundreds of superior brownies, up and down the baja peninsula as a younger man, and then switch over to talk up his wife’s superior mothering, homemaking, sex and cooking skills.

His name was “anonymous age 69.” He suddenly disappeared, at some point, and hasn’t been seen since. This might indicate that his sweet, submissive little Aztec wife stuck an icepick into the base of his skull one night; or, it might be that she decided she “was no longer happy,” and ran his ass through the divorce courts, or, it might be that he succumbed to heart failure, after too many toasted bean and cheese tacos at the corner stand in his adopted Nuevo Laredo slum neighborhood. Who knows?

One thing I do know is that he was dead wrong about Latina wimminz being inherently better than any other group of wimminz. Any differences are cosmetic, rather than fundamental. This does not mean that “Anonymous 69” didn’t meet a nice Latina, knock her up, and settle into a life of marital bliss. It means that even if that did happen, it didn’t happen because his wife was a Latina. It happened because she was a good woman.

Good women are vanishingly rare, in every ethnic group, and there is no mythical Shangri-La down Mexico way, where the valleys are full of sweet, submissive girls who want nothing more than to be a good and faithful wife to you, for the rest of their days. Au contraire. If you go looking, you are much more likely to be suckered, as a chump who isn’t entirely proficient with the language and culture, into marrying a wimminz who will pork up quickly, and who will end up taking you to the cleaners when a better deal comes along.

A couple of weeks ago, I mentioned that I had been to a work-related meeting in Colombia. I subsequently noted how attractive Colombian women manage to keep themselves. Here is one example…

Granted, she has something of a horsey face, but her body is on point. Here she is again…

I wouldn’t throw her outta bed. More interesting: This is a 42-year old lady, which at once illustrates just how awful American women have become, contrasted with the high standards of South American women. My sojourn in Colombia included seeing specimens like this as a matter of course.

Of course, if you read my paragraph-long blurb, I also commented on the absolute amorality I saw among wimminz in Colombia. The females there are far better looking than American sluts, but they also seemed more mercenary, more money-hungry, and much more intelligent. The stupid white wimminz in America have about as much self-awareness as a cow. This is pathetic, but it also encourages a dangerous complacency, at least in me.

The minute I opened my mouth, every wimminz within earshot knew I was a norteamericano, and they all turned on a subtle, feminine charm that I found difficult to resist. One of the lines I heard, more than once, was that my acento was just ever so sexy. They all assumed I was from California, and they all assumed I was wealthy, and trying to dissuade them of either notion just made them convinced I had something to hide, which they all found alluring.

So, if this is typical of the wimminz one can find in South America, what else does a young man need to know?

Plenty, actually. All three of these photos depict the same 42-year old wimminz, a native of Cartagena, named Liliana del Carmen Campos Puello. She is the self-same whore who was just arrested for luring poor children from neighboring Venezuela, branding them, and forcing them into a child-prostitution ring. She rewarded her best little earners with illegal narcotics (and yes, processed cocaine and heroin is illegal, even in Colombia). She punished the little children who resisted her orders with boiling water and beatings.

Puts sort of a new spin on the idea of wifing up one of these sweet, submissive, traditional Latinas, much less giving her some of your genetic offspring to raise up.

If you read Spanish, you can learn more about this disgusting wimminz here, here and here. Be warned, it’s a pretty awful story, which is not for the sensitive.

I ran across the following interesting story, in some other place. My comments are inline. Credit to the original author, who will remain anonymous for privacy reasons, at least for the moment.

Prior to marriage I had saved myself a virgin for 33 years out of respect for God and for my future wife.

Very few brothers, outside a monastery, can make such a statement with a straight face. Most men who say such stuff are doing so as an attempt at ego defense. Being untouchable for that length of time is generally due to a combination of factors, including the poor quality of wimminz around them, combined with the stratospheric expectations of such wimminz.

She had confessed to me, after I was in love with her, that she had rode the cock carousel fucking and sucking many cocks until she had “gotten saved” a couple years earlier.

Queue the old song: Jesus is just all right with me…

She cried and begged my forgiveness, saying how she “wished she had saved all that for me” and saying how truly regretful she was.

My (gone-not-forgotten) brother AfOR used to call this “wallet-seeking mode.” When a bitch sees her spending money drying up, she suddenly becomes incredibly sweet and submissive. Once she latches onto a man with those parasite claws, and gains access to his bank account, all that good behavior goes right down the toilet.

She deserved an Oscar, because she really had me convinced that she was a changed woman. I forgave her, and expected that none of that would ever come up again, because she had “repented” of it. (pretty foolish in hindsight)

Earl brought up an interesting phenomenon, worthy of its own separate article.

Skank-ho wimminz will always reveal their flaws. One has to be especially astute to pick up on such things, as they’re usually couched in plausible deniability: usually humor, but sometimes whiny pleas for forgiveness. Young brothers need to pay special attention to catch such admissions.

In the wimminz’ mind, these revelations absolve her not only of her past, but of treating you just as shabbily as all the men that came before. After all, you were given all the information up front, and you signed on to be her next meal-ticket, when you forgave her shortcomings.

I bet the original author of this story imagined that his whore of a wife would appreciate his love, and his ability to forgive. In reality, he marked himself as a chump, the minute he overlooked such stuff.

I also was very Alpha, and am hung like a pornstar, so I didn’t figure I should not be jealous, seeing how it is a near statistical improbability that she had ever met many, much less fucked a man of my off the charts abnormal phallic girth.(being this big isn’t always ideal FWIW) Anyhoo…

Men who are unmarried and sexually inexperienced at 33 are the opposite of “alpha,” by any objective measure. Your dick size is irrelevant, and only of interest to homosexuals and skank-ho wimminz, though given the place this was originally posted, it seems apropos.

About a week into our honeymoon, after having sex 3-4 times a day, my wife announces that her period has showed up, and that we will not be having sex for 10-14 days, until it is gone.

Given that female menstruation lasts only 3-4 days, I wonder what species of non-human animal this guy is married to.

I said, that’s cool, I’ve been wanting to get the first blowjob of my life. To which she responded, Well I’m not doing that. For me to do that as your wife, would be demeaning to me as a woman.

I’ve been flamed for this before, but in theory, I could be on the woman’s side here, had she put the matter a bit more reasonably.

Imagine you got married, as this guy did, as a man who was formerly completely untouchable. Now suppose on your wedding night, your new wife told you she expected you to suck her toes, or lick her smelly anus, or let her fuck you in the ass with a strap-on dildo. After all, that’s what really excites her…

Sex is where you put your dick in your woman’s cunt. There’s no requirement that your spouse get anal fissures or stretch-marks around her mouth, just because you want to get freaky. This other weird shit, that you people are into, is fine, but only if your partner approves.

I said, that’s not fair, what about all the other dudes you sucked? To which she responded that she respected them all more than me.(an intentional distancing behavior) I was just floored, insulted, suddenly I felt cucked by her newfound respect for all her past lovers, and felt trapped by my Christianity.

If it’s any consolation, she never had any respect for me or my friends, either. She’s just saying as much, to fuck with you. That aside, I did hit all her holes, multiple times, and I remember when your ho’ wife was down on her knees, breathlessly begging me to choke her with my abnormally small, ugly, pinky-sized peen.

Nietzsche said it was a slave’s religion, and given the behavior I see here, I’d say he wasn’t far off.

The proper response to such declarations is simple. You look at the bitch and say, with a totally flat affect:

“Cool. I’m already bored of fucking you, anway.”

At which point you hop in the car, and get the fuck out of the area. The next person you talk to is a qualified divorce attorney. If you’re lucky, you might get out cheaply because of the brevity of the whole affair, but don’t count on it.

Her, “I wish I had saved that all for you” was just an unrepentant lie. I’m still hesitant to share it even today. For many years I was even too ashamed to share that in counselling.

From all the horror stories I’ve heard, this is not as unusual as anyone imagines. Remember the old AfORism about wallet-seeking mode? A wimminz will do anything, say anything, play any role, to get access to your resources. Once that wealth is locked down, you become completely superfluous.

I submitted. I felt I had to, to preserve our marriage.

“Our marriage…” What a laugh!

I can remember her saying it, initially even with a bit of an evil smirk on her face. I didn’t feel it would be right to divorce her one week into our marriage, or even to threaten that, but in hindsight, What she did was godless and inexcusable, and I should have corrected her immediately.

This man made a huge mistake on that day, and he is still paying for it. Young brothers, you had best read and understand.

I tried to reason with her, but she knew she had me by my Christian balls. In hindsight I wish I had thrown the bitch and her suitcases out of the honeymoon suite. It would have been far better to have made her choose to respect me then and there, or to leave me then and there, than to be a cuck for the next 16 years, hoping and praying that she would change, taking her to pastor after pastor, trying to get a fucking cuck pastor to tell her to do right to no avail.(which we were going to often, as she was constantly bitching at me, and having online affairs ‘to console herself’)

Christianity is completely feminized, because Christian priests recognize and respect the status-quo. The wimminz controls the resources. You are merely a slave. He will always err on the side of the wimminz, because he wants the collection plate to be filled on Sunday morning.

Read up to “wallet-seeking mode” if you somehow missed the underlying lesson.

Try getting a Feminist pastor to tell your wife to suck your dick.

She doesn’t have to give you digestive-tract sex. She just has to be sweet, offer to let you fuck her stinking, bleeding hole if that’s what you really need to do, and make you breakfast.

I haven’t met one man-of-God-enough to say that to her yet. Fuck them all to Hell, those worthless hirelings! I’ll praise the holiness of God when those false teachers burn, sizzling like bacon, their smoke rising up eternally.

Where does your God say you get to sodomize your spouse during menstruation? Probably in the same verse He allows her to bang other men, while you’re on your business trip.

They all let that root of bitterness fester and grow never lifting a finger even after divorce, destroying my kids home, and instead they bashed me for wanting the same respect she showed other guys, something my wife claims might have made her unhaaaaaapy. In short I, perhaps wrongly, felt It was not Christian to do the things I should have done, to use the game techniques I should have used. And so I was a f**king church-cuck instead.

Seeking a scapegoat in your Christian priest is something a weak man would fall upon. You did this to yourself. Don’t forget it.

Now, I was still Alpha with other women, but, even there, I didn’t do that in front of my wife, and I probably should have. So I have been stuck in a situation where a lot of women have been interested in me, just not my wife.(Our sex life quickly slowed to a trickle, before she eventually cut that off entirely) And I believe if I was not as Alpha as I am, my situation would only have been worse.

More ego-defense. Keep telling yourself this. You’re well on your way to repeating all the same mistakes you made the first time, learning nothing in the process.

Her mom is much worse to her father, and they’re from an older generation, which makes that all the more shocking to me. That was Probably TMI. But, hopefully you can see that I didn’t practice what I now preach in my own marriage, and it has been truly without intimacy, just how my wife wants it, the entire time, until she decided to further punish me for becoming a cuck. She didn’t like what I let her turn me into. Foolish women will tear their own homes down with their own hands, I’ve seen that before. The church needs to stand up against that foolishness, not aid and abet them.

Blaming outside institutions is pathetic. It’s not the church’s job to demand respect from your wife — though they clearly do a better job than you did, given that she managed to get the church to support her while she made you a cuckold.

Why didn’t you address these issues before you put your own neck in the noose?

Whether this guy learns from his mistakes or not, it is incumbent upon every young man who stumbles in here to read and understand this scenario.

Today I am being divorce raped and stand falsely accused of being a Sex/Porn addict, and a danger to my kids which I consequently did not get to see this weekend. Exactly 8 months later I have still not had a day in court to even address the charges. Be thankful you’re on your own, some of you, without a government attached disrespectful soul-sucking leach. I briefly got to talk with my kids on monitored speakerphone tonight, but I was warned by my wife, before being allowed to talk to them, that my oldest son had been asking why he hadn’t seen me, and that if I told him anything, I would not get to talk to them or see them again. That’s my life today. I’ve still got a bunch of “sex addict” questionnaire to fill out and turn in tomorrow, before going to work so that my wife Who is off work for the summer form her part-time job, can afford to live in a sperate house with my kids and tell them “daddy doesn’t want to see you”, like she did the last time she ran off with them.

Your kids don’t belong to you. They never did. They belong to the feminist state.

It’s a sad story, but an instructive one. He who has ears, let him hear the consequences of signing that marriage certificate…

We all know that wimminz are inherently moral beings, natural caregivers, and guardians of civilization. We also hear, around various parts of the manosphere, that Latina wimminz are much more traditional and reserved than white and black sluts. Thus the following story comes as something of a shock. Apparently a filthy wimminz in Colombia was running a prostitution ring, composed entirely of little girls. The kids were branded, beaten, and punished with boiling water.

I’ve read some fucked-up shit, and this is revolting as anything I’ve come across before.

Read more here.

Everyone’s fave skank-ho princess is back in the news, after she skipped out on her own father’s birthday. We met this filthy divorcée earlier, when Prince Harry (already a fuckup of incredible proportions) gave a pass to billions of more suitable females, in order to wed this disgusting radical feminist, who spits on her own dad.

Marrying someone who hates her own father is incredibly stupid. Jesus can afford to forgive this piece of shit, and Prince Harry can afford to pay her off and get rid of her. The young brothers reading this blog are neither Jesus nor Prince Harry, so you’re all strongly advised to leave the forgiveness and the whore-marriage to more audacious men.

Full disclosure: Upon marrying this royal halfwit, Meghan Markle became a government official that I’m compelled to bow and scrape to.

I live in the revolutionary U.S. now, so I think I’ll piss in her face, instead.

Markle’s father’s birthday was 18 July. You can find his ass on twitter, and belatedly wish him well. His daughter won’t.

Read more here.

Sugar Shane Mosley is one of my favorite fighters. He’s an incredible athlete, a perfect gentleman, and very well-spoken. Tyson is more entertaining, in and out of the ring, but Mosley is more dignified, and generally a more interesting man.

Unfortunately, Mosley fell for a woman who turned out to be a former stripper and escort — and ended up marrying her. In his defense, she very shrewdly hid her past and changed her identity. This is just one more example of a brother failing to do his own due diligence, and getting the shaft down the road. After squeezing out a couple of kids, and living as a parasite on this decent man’s back, skank-ho wimminz decided she “wasn’t happy,” and rolled on down to the courthouse, to get those papers filed.

The belt of a champion is an incredible piece of art, which is just as meaningful to the individual as a diploma or a professional award. No matter, though. Some fag judge down at the divorce courts decided Mosley’s belts belonged to this cunning whore, rather than the man who earned them with countless hours of training and practice.

This has been an ongoing story for a year, and for whatever reason, I’ve lost track of it. It’s truly the most insane divorce horrorshow I’ve ever heard of.

Read more here, here and here.

Who does the bride resemble? Post your answers below!

Down in the comments sections, Sister Renee asks a really interesting question:

What is the difference between plagiarism and paraphrasing. How much does it have to be changed so that your giving the idea or drawing upon a story to make your own logical point?

There seem to be multiple, disjoint definitions of plagiarism. The one I’m most comfortable discussing is academic. The other(s) – and I assume that’s plural – are legal definitions, which arise in lawsuits over patents and copyright infringement and such. I’m not an attorney, so I leave it to you to seek out sound advice from a qualified professional who knows what he’s talking about, if this is what you’re interested in.

Before I go further I should note that I learned the precise definition of plagiarism in a meaningful and difficult way, when one of my advisors politely asked me for a chat a few years ago. She was reading a chapter in my dissertation, and she wanted to let me know that I had plagiarized at least a dozen people. She didn’t know exactly who I plagiarized, because that’s how broad the definition is. She just knew that the ideas I was constructing weren’t mine. It’s interesting to note that she was the only person who pointed this out. No one else, from the beginning of my education, up to and including the chair of the committee who was steering my dissertation, cared enough to point out the problem. I had been plagiarizing others throughout my entire academic life, from the beginning of first grade, up until that day.

Obvious cases of plagiarism include a former student of mine, who decided to cut-n-paste a page from the Stanford Encyclopedia of Philosophy, rather than think up 500 words of something interesting to hand in to me. (If you take classes from Brother Boxer, you have to write papers, even if we’re studying single variable calculus.)

If you’re a bit more careful than that fella, you might consider stealing someone else’s work, and merely rewriting some of the stolen paragraphs in your own words. This is what I believe our old friend, radical feminist Sheila Gregoire did, when she published her feminist interpretation of the Bible, a few weeks ago. Of course, she might argue that she thought all her arguments up independently, but the likelihood of this is fairly remote, especially given the multiple sources from better thinkers that strangely lined up, precept by shoddy precept, with her kooky feminist ranting.

And then there is the duty of the researcher to properly cite sources for ideas not his own. The IEEE has a pretty good blurb about this here.

A great number of people, including celebrities, like Sheriff David Clarke, have fallen prey to these finer points of the definition. My understanding is that Clarke was not malicious. He merely failed to give proper credit for ideas he didn’t come up with independently. I should point out that I was well on my way to doing the same thing. I had to go back, and insert dozens of footnotes throughout about 200 pages of my own boring text, citing people who helped me develop my ideas.

Many times, you don’t really know who first thought up the idea. Who thought up the axiom of choice? Supposedly it was EFF Zermelo, but the idea had been implicitly used for a long time before that guy well-defined it. So, given that I used it, for something or other, I had to cite him. I also had to cite the guy who gave me the idea of using it to break down someone else’s proposition.

Some of my footnotes were pretty esoteric, and some of them were pretty informal. For instance, not a few of them look like:

I first encountered this idea in a private conversation with Dr. Joe Jackass, at Transylvania University, during the Penthouse Forum conference, on or about February of 2010. The idea is roughly equivalent to the Formal Statement of Midget Porn, first defined by Seymour Butts, in the mid 17th Century, with an exception in the case of transfinite sets, where the domain is restricted to denumerables. I’m also grateful to Cookie Monster and Big Bird, who helped me to understand its use when applied to standing on one leg in the supermarket…

This is very cumbersome, and while it reveals that you’re sorta well-read and well-connected, it’s also an admission that you’re not the groundbreaking genius that your grandparents always said you were. I find the insulation against a charge of plagiarism to be well worth the trade of an ego boost … and let’s face it, anyone who knows me, knows I didn’t come up with most of the shit I use in my arguments. I am of average intelligence, and just smart enough to understand some brainiac shit, and see its connection to yet unexplored areas, which is enough to get through grad school, but it’s a long way from being the next Isaac Newton.

Anyway, I hope this illustrates the scope and the spectrum of the definition. If you’re in school, be careful. Cite your sources, and give credit to the brothers and sisters who came before you. Otherwise you come out, at best, looking like a careless hack; and more often like a total fraud.

Someone told me in email that my habit of screenshotting text was annoying. Apparently you can’t read this crap on your gay electronic toy, designed by Steve Jobs. No, I don’t do it to evade copyright laws (that doesn’t work, and I always comment enough to meet fair use standards anyway.) I do it because I’m lazy.

Anyway, here is a heartwarming story about a poor old boy who busted ass his whole life to give his wife the little extras. They bought a house, raised a family, saw good times and bad go by, and generally contributed to civilization.

Once he got into his golden years, Mr. Alzheimer came to call. I’ll let his grandson pick it up from here…

During the last year of my grandfather’s life he had dementia, and was having trouble keeping track of reality.

His troubles were relayed to you through grandma, I’ll bet.

Before he was placed into hospice, he kept complaining about a man that was in his house. He would say that the man would come around at night, and that the man was taking his things, and using his stuff.

Grandma, of course, kept reassuring him (and everyone else) that she was the only one there. His doctor increased his medications, because he was losing touch with reality so badly.

Trust grandma. She knows what’s what. Trust the doctors, too. Take your Haldol like a good little old geezer, and fall off and go to sleep.

Fast forward to my grandfather’s funeral. A man showed up that wasn’t known by the family. It turns out that he was an old friend of my grandmother’s, who showed up to give his support.

Well, isn’t that nice? I’ve always wanted to crash funerals, to game grieving old widows while grazing on the free cake and casserole.

Well, about a year later, my grandmother lets slip that she is seeing someone. It’s the guy who crashed the funeral. At this point, it didn’t seem too odd. We all assumed that they had met at church. We thought it was sweet.

Yeah, that’s real sweet, all right.

Then a bit later, sweet, innocent ol’ grandma mentions that it’s their 3rd anniversary.

Grandpa died two years prior. Grandma’s new boyfriend was the person that grandpa saw in his house every night. This swinging dick was the reason that everyone thought grandpa was going crazy. This bushwhacking granny-gamer was the reason that grandpa was forcibly medicated into vegetation, for the last horrible year of his life.

O.K., I’m creatively editing for emphasis, but the story’s all here.

So, your grandpa complains about burglary and cuckoldry in his house, you should take him seriously. It might just be a perv with a fetish for old ladies.

And thus we see the fate of all us cowardly MGTOW misogynists, who don’t want to kill ourselves for years to give some filthy wimminz everything she wants, only to be slowly euthanized by the same woman, who will tell our communities that we’re crazy, while she’s cucking us with all and sundry.

I suppose I’ll accept my destiny, and die cold and lonely, using my money on myself.

I’m busy with work and such. I wonder if you boys have any thoughts on this. It’s ~40m long.