So, Kanye met the president. Over on Jack Dorsey’s echo chamber, libs and fags are screeching about “decorum.”

Last I checked, Kanye was a natural-born U.S. Citizen. The oval office, therefore, belongs to him. I’m unclear on exactly how it’s indecorous to allow him inside for a chat. Bear in mind that these are the same people who thought it was perfectly cool for Bill Clinton to face-fuck an intern in the same room.

The real issue, as I see it, is the fact that libs have created a frankenstein-type monster out of a lot of disparate special-interest groups. One of the largest is African-Americans. For better and for worse, African-Americans are tremendously disadvantaged by illegal immigration and crappy trade deals. Thus, Frankenstein’s monster is coming apart at the seams.

Me Love You Long Time!

If I’ve been quiet of late, it’s because I decided, quite on a lark, to ditch the single life and tie the knot with my lovely Filipina bride. There we are in the photo.

Just kidding. That guy’s way more alpha than I am, and I couldn’t grow his beard to save my life.

Getting serious, I found this heartwarming tale over on heartiste. All those older fellas who tell us that SE Asia has the best women: this one is for you.

… found in some dumb bastard’s car, after he sold it.

Pretty funny. Probably NSFW.

When the word ‘terrorist’ appears in print, we generally don’t think of the British, and that’s a mistake. The first international terrorist was a British Army Officer named T. E. Lawrence. He’s popularly known as Lawrence of Arabia. While Lawrence used violence in a military application against the Turks of the Ottoman Empire, many of his tactical ideals can easily be adapted to our ends.

When an oppressed people are outnumbered by a much superior force, fighting is useless. Moreover, the hierarchical structures taught in unconventional warfare classes tend toward penetration by the enemy. This is our situation today. We live in a feminist state, and the feminists are our deadly enemies. They want to stamp out our free speech. They want to break up our families. They want our children raped and brainwashed, and they intend to laugh while it happens.

The feminist controls the judicial system. The feminist controls the police. Right wing faggots (you’ll find them in Dalrock’s comment section) who vote Trump and who think that the police are their friends… they’re idiots. The police love nothing more than killing people just like you, and the feminists who sign their paychecks have given them permission to ice you the minute you become uppity. Don’t believe me? Just question them at the door, as they arrive after your skank-ho wife calls them on.

With such overwhelming power at their disposal, it seems like the feminists have already won, and the proper response is merely to prepare to be marched away to the gas chamber. This is where Lawrence of Arabia appears, to tell you that you’re wrong. The system is overwhelmingly powerful, it’s true. The system has nearly all of the automatic weapons, tanks and artillery pieces. The system has unlimited funds. The system has an entire ideological apparatus (called the faggot divorce courts) to separate you from your life’s produce, under color of law. You’re only one man. What can you do?

The same materiel which gives the system its power also gives the system its lag. The feminists are strong but they are slow. You are weak, but you are mobile.

The feminists employ armed men. When foreign antifeminists need to be wiped out, the feminists who kill them are called “the army.” When domestic antifeminists need to be wiped out, the feminists who kill them are called “the police.” These armed feminists have weapons and body armor, but they are also corrupt and shiftless. You are ideologically pure, motivated by a love of your people, high culture, and civilization. They are motivated only so far as their paychecks keep arriving. Moreover, most of them are vulnerable to the same injustices that you intend to resist. Whether the feminist killers admit as much, they are forced to admire you.

Feminists are uncreative. They need leaders, to tell them what to do. If you needed a leader, then that leader will sell you out to save his own ass. You do not need a leader. You have superior intellect, and what Che Guevara called a “leading idea.” The ideals of the patriarchy are your leader. Thousands and thousands of winners, your ancestors, call up through time to inspire you. The words and deeds of great men are recorded in the archives, and these men appear on demand to give you your marching orders. Thousands of little children, yet unborn, count on you to do your part.

T. E. Lawrence lost most of his battles, but the Turks lost the war to his Arab forces, because his goal was to survive, and his strategy was to use all of his inherent weaknesses in an asymmetric contest to his advantage. If you want to prevail in the war, as it is, you will do the same thing.

The so-called “public utility” entitled Twitter, which permanently banned me at the IP level over a year ago, and which recently suspended James Woods for making a joke, has briefly suspended a miserable old hag for her illustration of feminist hatred. They let her come back, of course, as she has a cunt, and not a cock.

As a free-speech absolutist, I deplore Twitter’s continued censorship of humor, whether the humor be skillful (as in James Woods’ case) or inadvertent (as in the nutter, above.) Said nutcase has done a great job for our side, introducing her employer (Georgetown University) into the brave new world of legal problems with her looney tirade, and serving to illustrate the depths of feminist kookery.

I truly hope that Mizz Fair will continue posting. If people like her didn’t make their presence known, all of us normals might forget that such deranged outlooks were possible.

Incidentally, it’d be truly awful if some hard brothers did some propaganda action on the campus of Georgetown U..

While others on this blog discussed one of the defining qualities of the masculine, namely, one’s ability to control his own emotions, I was zooming out, wondering what other characteristics could reasonably be assigned to manhood. 

It was not that long ago that Howard Hughes began designing aircraft. I’m old enough to say that Hughes’ life intersected with mine, if only in my early childhood. I have memories of riding on the banana planes of Hughes Airwest, a company which Hughes made productive. He was able to design airplanes and build aircraft thanks to directing a series of big budget Hollywood films. He came to these industries completely unschooled, with little more than some seed money from the family business, and a desire to be the best at whatever task was set before him.

The competence displayed by men like Hughes was so demanded, that extremely competent men had the liberty of behaving like complete jackasses. Howard Hughes, for example, broke his girlfriend’s jaw in a fistfight. (Her name was Ava Gardner.) Nothing happened, because he had pimped enough of his actresses out to politicians that he was effectively untouchable.

While not every ultra-competent individual was the sort of libertine Hughes was, many were just as crazy. Moreover, finding a highly competent man meant finding a man who had focused the majority of his time and energy on one discipline, and this often came with a social cost which would never be paid in the world of today. Go through the history books, and find a radical innovator, who lived before the late 20th century, and likely as not, the thinker or inventor will not have been a normal family man, working a nine-to-five. It is quite common to find them extremely competent in one specific area, while being raving nutcases in every other part of their lives. On the bell curve of crazy genius, Tesla and Gates were not the outliers.

The great historical shift of recent decades, then, is not merely the enforcement of conformity above all else, it is also the loss of progress, which usually comes at the whim of a man who is so utterly dedicated to competence that he lets other parts of his persona slip away to their bare animal substrate. Competence itself has gone from being highly prized, to being a detriment in the workplace. Hiring a competent man means hiring someone who will illustrate everyone else’s mediocrity, and this simply cannot be tolerated by the four-eyed woman who runs H.R..

Competence certainly still exists. Today you find it exclusively among individuals and small groups, who will face catastrophe as a consequence of thoughtlessness. Underwater welders, drill rig operators, hard rock nickel miners, test pilots: these are islands of competence in an incompetent world.

When I see younger men today, I see men who are lacking communion with their inner Howard Hughes. Bear in mind that I would never prescribe his personal lifestyle to anyone. I don’t think becoming a manic, sadomasochistic bisexual, who gets political favors by pimping his employees, is a particularly honorable career move. Rather, I hope that men rediscover their drive to find some avenue toward greatness, and follow the path to the becoming of their best selves. Whether anyone wants to admit as much, incompetence is likely going to become increasingly expensive, as the social order continues to unravel, and good for those boys who channel their internal Howard Hughes, as they will stand to profit at the decline of the feminist age.

It is something of a sensation when you realize how much time just marches on……even if you deny how “you have not changed” but time always tells the truth. You do.

Last night I was in attendance down amnesia lane…….1980’s new-wave / ska / two-tone-pop-eighties band “The English Beat” performed in nearby Petaluma last night. I was there.

Dressing “rude boy” for the show really wasn’t an issue because I’m pretty Mod-button-down anyway. I’m the last guy who still wears doc-martens three to five times a week. I was having a great time again without drink or drugs. Most of the crowd was under 30, mostly women, all them held phones up and recorded the show. They missed it. The whole time holding cameras videoing the whole thing. All with the narcissistic attiude of “See…..see! I was there!!!” but they really were not. The stood still on a dance floor and got annoyed by anyone who bumped into them.

Reality from the 1980’s was gone. It wasn’t about music. It was bragging rights about “how awesome I am” and “how retro and cool I am”

Most of the women were dressed in their hipster attire, drinks in hand, camers in the other, and large purse over their shoulder. They yelled in unison for the song “Tenderness” after every song (if you don’t know “Tenderness” was their biggest mainstream cross-over hit that made mainstream / top-forty radio in about 1985.)

There were a few guys my age (late forties / early fifties) who were there to skank and ska it down. During their classic rollar “mirrror in the bathroom” it started to get a bit rough. One young women…mid-twenties….fun-size, cute, big breasts locked on to my arm (this is a standard thing for rude-girls at shows like this, they are smaller……they usually lock on to a bro near them so they don’t fall or get hurt…..it wasn’t an IOI….been to a billion ska shows since the 1980’s. It’s a safety thing).

Well……..the tattling came. Several women (and a few soy-boy types) with cameras out left the dance floor, and within two minutes three bouncers came and rough-housed me, and few other bros……at first I thought they were out to take the song to the ‘next level’ and I didn’t know they were bouncers, so myself and the other bros skanked back on defense and shoved hard, rolled around…one aggresively grabbed me and yelled “You’re disturbing these women. Pointing to the ones who left to tattle. They say you guys are groping them. You keep it up, you’re outta here!!!”

One of the bouncers was about twenty-five. I was a good seven inches taller…..and no, I am not a muscled guy..but I’m solid for my age I said “I saw these guys in concert back in 1989 when you were not even a twinkle in yo’ dads pants jerk. This is a ska show. You’re on the dance floor, she’s gonna get bumped. Rule is, you move back!

He again said “You knock it off” and he’s speaking to the other bros as well “Or you’re all outta here!”

Suddenly. Shocklingly!!!!!!

The young woman who was locked on to me, and she was about the bouncers age yelled “These rude boys are not doing anything wrong. They’re having a great time. This is a ska show, these guys are actually keeping it tame and safe out here!”

He of course ignored her. Meanwhile the song is still going on, and you could see the band getting annoyed at the “discussion” front stage…people not dancing-skanking….and a few bouncers out in front ruining the mood.

The women and the soy-boys who tattled are again standing in the middle of a dance floor at a ska show with their cameras out filming the show. Not dancing. Standing there.

I gave the one bouncer a light shove as he started to walk away……..then spins around and he grabs me by my skinny-tie (he could have choked me) starts to push the knot up. The other ska boys saw this…..and it was on. Five guys in their late forties jump on him. I crouch to the ground trying to break his grip so he doesn’t choke me. His grip loosens, I stand up, and fall on to him as well.

Now there is a full-on skirmish on the floor. The tatling girls are still mad that they are still getting bumped, ruining their filming experince, the girl who was latched on to me, surprisngly joins in with trying to house-the-bouncers with the rest of us…….we were overwhelmed….at least two more bouncers show up with LED lights, shining it in our eyes..blinding us all….we were all hauled out, even the young woman who latched on to me. Tossed outside the club. We were told we had been “banned” from the rest of the show.

We were all stunned……removed from my history by a few catty women and soy boys who were not even there for the show. After smoking a few cigarettes with the rest of the crew that was tossed out, we all exchanged numbers….shook hands, polite introdcutions and went our separate ways………..the young girl before she left me to stand by myself and wait for my Uber……..gave my butt a squeeze as she walked away. Looked back. Smiled, and said “call me.” (that was an IOI)

I smirked to myself as I waited for my Uber and realized finally that my youth was over…..and the 1980’s???? They belong to narcassitic hipsters who have no class or tatse. Women today ruin everything.

Our brother Honeycomb would like to introduce us to Hanna Barker, mother of the late Levi Ellerbe. Let’s read about this proud single mom…

Natchitoches, Louisiana A mother whose baby was found burning in July is in jail without bond. Hanna Barker, mother of 6 month old Levi Ellerbe, was kept in jail based on presented evidence.

Originally, Barker told police that two men came to her trailer, attacked her and took Levi from their home; however, a lieutenant with the State Fire Marshal’s Office testified that the scene appeared to be staged. Officials reported that her statements had inconsistencies.

Felicia Smith, Barker’s girlfriend, told investigators that it was Barker who asked her to help get rid of Levi. She said there is video evidence of the two meeting at IHOP, including phone recordings and text messages that support her claims.

Three whole paragraphs to obscure the truth. Skank-ho single mom and bulldyking bitch sex-partner tortured a baby to death. No word in the press from Mr. Ellerbe, the unfortunate father of this corpse. Our journalists don’t want to go there, and he’s just the dead kid’s dad. Nothing to see here. Move along…

These are two of the ugliest bulldykers I’ve ever seen.

Barker is charged with principal to first-degree murder; Smith is charged with first-degree murder.

6 month old Levi Cole Ellerbe was rushed to hospital in a critical condition after he was found with severe burns on the night of July 17th.

It was claimed he had been kidnapped less than 90 minutes earlier when two people turned up at his mother Hanna Barker’s trailer door. She told officers the pair ‘beat’ on the door, before she was sprayed in the face with a chemical substance she believed to be mace, and claimed she immediately fled her home to escape from the alleged attackers, but when she returned, she discovered Levi missing.

Officers received a 911 call at around 9:10pm, sparking a massive search for the baby boy in the Natchitoches area.

Just over an hour later, at about 10.20pm, police received a report of a fire near railroad tracks. Arriving at the scene, they discovered Levi with “obvious burns”.

The ‘smiley’ youngster was taken to Natchitoches Regional Medical Center, fighting for life, before being airlifted to another hospital. He passed away from his injuries on July 18th.

Single mothers are the most destructive force to ever plague our unfortunate society. They’re far more dangerous than the combination of radical islamists, neo-nazis, antifa, and influenza. When are we going to have a national conversation about single moms?

Don’t worry, dear. In the land of the cunt pass, I’m sure you’ll get probation.

https://youtu.be/nRYNNupujrM

There is no group of subhuman scum that I hate worse than establishment politicians. In this regard, feminist wimminz have done the unthinkable. I actually feel some sympathy for these vultures. From the phony #metoo accusations against Chuck Schumer, to the unhinged ranting at Mitch McConnel as he’s trying to catch a plane. I’m actually starting to identify these cretins as human.

Only the feminist is so loathsome, so disgusting, that she could stand next to a soulless parasite, and make him look accessible, identifiable, and worthy of my concern. In that regard, perhaps the screeching wimminz do serve a purpose, however ignoble.