Skank-ho Karina, seen above, was allowed to babysit her little brother before this shit happened. I think it’s interesting to compare her booking photo with her facebook pics.
It will surprise no one here to learn that Karina is the spawn of a skank-ho single mother. Karina is currently awaiting trial, in Brazil’s far-west Amazonas province. If this happened in America, we could expect some faggot judge to release her almost immediately because she’s a wimminz. We shall see…
Listen and believe, gentlemen…
Footage shows Mary Hunt slapping herself on the head over and over again while she sits on a bed in a pink top.
Hunt, 29, claims Scott Mitchell was violent towards her and she suffered black eyes and bruises at the hands of the Florida businessman.
Mr Mitchell, 45, has accused Hunt of stealing nearly £2million worth of jewellery from his mansion when the pair separated last year.
Watch the video at Sunday Express
Those of us who are woke to the abortion issue recognize it for what it is: a refuge for the lazy and the irresponsible. The vast majority of clinic patrons, at least in the U.S.A., are not underage rape victims or mothers who have contracted some life-altering disease. They are life’s failures, who choose to have anonymous sex, with no planning, and who then show up at the doctor’s, to kill the children they somehow didn’t realize would be the result of their poor life choices.
And now it’s time for me to segue into the point of this article. I’m sure my readers (all three of them) are waiting for the punch-line, the apex, the denouement. Without any further delay, I will now introduce you to a gaggle of bozos who are even more disgusting than the irresponsible assholes we enjoy scoffing at on this blog. There are actually people who get a sick thrill out of killing their kids. You’ll find them boasting on Reddit… the front page of the internet.
Occasionally, someone shows up on their newsgroup, aghast at its stated purpose, wondering if these dopes are actually serious. Let’s hear from Oolaiva, who asked that redundant question a year ago…
Ooliava’s friend seems to be seriously fucked in the head, and in a normal society, she’d be in a mental hospital. Of course, in clown-world, Ooliava’s sister is free to keep breeding and killing… her body, her choice.
Ooliava wonders if dozens of abortions might, say, fuck up her pal’s body? Almost immediately, Klaus appears, to lecture all us normals on how healthy and normal this bizarre kink actually is.
Yeah, Ooliava, why you gotta be such a busybody? Let folks like Klaus alone, to keep aborting his own kids!
Suddenly, 1972POV arrives, to express his disapproval. He seems way too sensible for this bunch. Fortunately, short-tingles is on hand to set him straight.
That’s right, you asshole. Abortion is “morally sound,” (whatever that means) so you should mind your own bizniss.
At about this point, Aborterrific appears, to agree and amplify. Let’s listen to this clown’s words of pseudowisdom, as he waxes all philosophical, with the eloquence of Hegel himself…
Such an exciting and romantic fetish! Let’s all get pregnant and have a series of abortions (at public expense, naturally) to express our love for each other!
Cometh now a fine, upstanding gent who calls himself “rapebreeder,” who would like to tell his story…
I tend to doubt the veracity of all this… DNA evidence would land such a creep in the clink in short order, but at least he has a safe space on Reddit to express his feverish fantasies.
The next time Planned Parenthood spins a bunch of stories about poor mothers and deformed kids in an attempt to get a donation, remember the fine folks of Reddit, who were good enough to shed light on where your money is actually going. As always, don’t be afraid to say ‘no’ to the ho’!
Totally Unbiased!!
Imagine being so astoundingly stupid, so stunningly tone-deaf, that when a big-name comic announces that he’s going to troll you, you fail to understand him. He subsequently names his exercise Sticks & Stones, and you respond… by getting all weepy, and throwing a tantrum.
Such is the status of our contemporary cultural critics.
Another skank single-mom cunt has brutalized another little kid. This happens on a near daily basis in our twisted society, and I wonder when we’re going to get a collective clue about how to deal with these bitches.
A three-month old little kid’s bones are not fully formed, and fractures in cartilaginous tissues are incredibly difficult to cause. These injuries are surely greenstick fractures, caused by someone bending the poor child’s arms and legs into ninety degree angles. It is pretty much impossible to do such things accidentally, of course.
Needless to say, this child’s father is nowhere to be found. No doubt he has been chased away by child support enforcement. This filthy wimminz is an absolute sadist and she needs to be locked up. Unfortunately, we can expect that this toxic whore will be cunt-passed into a jaywalking conviction, and cut loose later this week, to do it all again.
In other news, Gunner Q lifted my content without proper credit and ran with it, producing a detailed article about the assholes behind the phony ‘Rotten Tomatoes’ review aggregator. You guys should go check it out.
I don’t care if my readers steal my work. All the content here is the collective property of men everywhere. Even so, if you write something worth reading, kicking a backlink in will get my audience to your site.
Down below, jg1 wrote a series of comments detailing the takeover of Dalrock’s comment section by Vox Day’s pet idiots. This is a hilarious turn of events, which explains all the “new” traffic my blog has seen this week.
In one of the funniest exchanges I’ve seen recently, the feminist SirHamster suggests his critics post proof of his dishonesty…
Anyone who frequents Dalrock’s blog should feel absolutely free to “put up” SirHamster’s history of false accusations of rape, transvestism and pedophilia. These lies are always told against manosphere authors who are more accomplished, more intelligent, and more grounded than he is: well-respected thinkers and accomplished military officers are his typical targets. As such, whoever he is kooking out about now ought to take his angst as proof of his own inherent superiority.
While I haven’t bothered to get any intel on the kook behind the SirHamster sock, he’s almost certainly in his 40s or 50s, given his endless tirades against MGTOW-minded brothers. I would bet money that he has at least one (and probably several) skank-ho slut daughters who are riding the Tinder carousel. The one thing he seems to fear most is the fact that none of you young brothers are game to pay princess’ bills, when she decides she’s “had her fun, and is now ready to settle down in a serious relationship.”
Back in my teenage years, I used to love to torment such bozos by socking up and laughing at them on usenet newsgroups. I don’t have the time for such stuff now, but I have archived enough embarrassing material that this idiot has vomited up into the discourse to make it easy for some enterprising young troll to have a bit of fun. Feel free to use one of my old sigs, if you’re game, and tell the idiot that Boxer sent you.
The Brethren will Rise Again!
So, last night, five minutes after I got done fucking some progressively feminist lawyer-ho’, she alluded to the latest pop-media fueled outrage that a nice male-feminist like me just had to commiserate with. Apparently, Dave Chappelle is in the crosshairs for making fun of trannies.
Bitch is apparently unaware that I got kicked offa twitter for that, but whatever. I did what I always do when a slut wants to pretend to lecture about politics: I sat quietly, while laughing inside, as her voice rose and fell, and her hands moved all dramatically. Then I resolved to watch whatever it was she was telling me that I should never, ever watch, and less than an hour later, I did exactly that.
The show in question is entitled Sticks and Stones, and it’s entirely relevant to the shit I’ve been talking about on this blog for the past six years. The show begins by lampooning the public’s tendency to impoverish talented people (like Louis CK) at the behest of the feminist cranks in the #MeToo movement, and segues into comparing a wimminz’ right to abortion to a man’s obligation to pay child support for a kid that isn’t his.
Rotten Tomatoes Suggests You Not Watch Chappelle
The Atlantic calls it an angry tantrum, The Root calls it stale and lazy, and Vice (that cucked out celebration of sodomy and drug abuse) warns its readers not to watch it. I don’t know how much dogwhistling a normal man can take before he makes it a point to download and enjoy it, but I watched it last night, and I found it both funny and insightful.
On a personal level, I’ve always liked Chappelle anyway. He’s the son of a Christian priest who converted to Islam, and he had the number one comedy show on cable before bailing out and going anonymous. In that regard, despite being a married family man, he’s also the archetypical MGTOW. Celebrity and pretense means nothing to this man. He tells it like it is, whether you like it or not.
Did you watch his routine? What did you think? Shout out in the comments.
The following story was posted two days ago on Reddit, and it was censored within hours, but not before it was cached by the most evil wonderful corporation ever to have existed. Thanks to our revolutionary antifeminist comrades at Google, for saving this story!
The author is unknown. Is it fiction? I dunno. Personally I find it totally credible. Take it away, my brother…
Our brother has learned the hard way about treating wimminz the way one would like to be treated himself. Of course, he loved his wife, so he assumed (naïvely) that she loved him in exactly the same fashion.
It’s O.K. to send her to Maui for a week. She’d never cheat on you, right?
As for this man’s son, we respect the concept of adoption, as all men do. If I were him, I’d have a calm talk with this young brother, lay out all the details, and then make a decision on what the future brings. I can’t imagine any scenario in which our younger brother doesn’t end up hating his mother, though I suspect he has always hated that bitch. Kids aren’t nearly as stupid as their mothers assume them to be.
Of course, I’ve warned the married bros about assuming your wife was a man-with-tits, while simultaneously redpilling aspiring playaz about the dangers of being “the guy she really wants…”
That guy has just broken up a good brother’s family. At the same time, he has become the next sucker for this bitch to take advantage of. Be smart, and don’t let this be you.
Just say ‘no’ to the married ho’
That includes all these supposedly single bitches you find on Tinder who are “just here for the weekend from out of town,” and “looking for a fun time…”
Note our brother’s confusion over the phenomenological “change” he describes. One minute, he knew one set of facts, and the next, he knew another, so he perceives his bitch of a wife as a “different person.” In reality, the bitch has not changed one iota.
I truly sympathize with this man, and would never make light of his situation, but it bears repeating that this state-of-affairs would not have erupted had he not made some very serious mistakes.
What do you brothers think of this story? Sound off below.
And to the human garbage over at Reddit: May you be treated in the way you have treated our brother…
Vox Day, seen above with his masculinized cougar wife, in drag at some gay-friendly party, is permitted to have a series of free blogs on Google’s blogspot platform. We have already seen the contrast between feminist thinkers like Dalrock, David Duke, Cane Caldo, and Vox Day, who have the full support of the feminist state apparatus as they spread their half-truths, and blogs like Heartiste, which get deleted from the very services they enrich.
I bring this up because someone wrote to me, excitedly reporting that Heartiste is back online.
I got excited because I enjoy having my content lifted (without attribution) for Roissy’s purposes. In return I get to make fun of the endless idiots he attracts to his comment section. It’s a good trade.
The Roissy resurrection site has been in operation for several weeks. It has years of archived articles, but it isn’t being updated, and I suspect it might be the work of a reader, rather than a continuation of the original. Either way it illustrates the difference between hosting your own content on a domain name you bought, and being a slave to the censors at Google and WordPress.
Feminist COINTELPRO agents like Dalrock, Cane Caldo, David Duke, and Vox Day are welcome to have twitter feeds and corporate-hosted blogs. Independent thinkers like Heartiste, Laura Loomer, Sam Hyde, and y’r humble narrator are permanently banned whenever they attempt the same. This is neither an accident nor a coincidence. At this point in history, having even a low-traffic blog on a WordPress or Blogspot domain is a sure sign that the author is collaborating with the feminist state.
Down below, our brother Jason sheds light on his recent loss of faith. I don’t want to make him (or anyone) feel like I’m putting his decisions under a microscope, but reading Jason’s prose often makes me introspective about my own life.
Some eight months ago, I moved to a new part of the country. One of the first things I tried to do was to find a suitable church. In my old area (at the opposite end of the continent) I was part of a tight-knit Catholic community. I have never been a Catholic, and am sure I wouldn’t be eligible for membership, but over the course of the past few years I did pretty much everything that the other people did in that congregation, including donate regular offerings, and volunteer for service work.
I think I didn’t fully understand exactly how much I was getting out of being a part of the whole thing until today, when it’s still tangible in my memory, and when I feel the pain of losing a community of people I came to rely upon to help me make sense of the world and my place in it. Weirdly enough, I feel a bit ashamed of the realization that I was using the rites in a crass whataya doin’ for me? fashion, but I think, like Jason, I was originally hungry for some authentic connection, and I was using communion for exactly the purpose which it was originally meant.
Since moving here, I’ve found a group of Catholics who have nothing of the solemn regard for tradition that was extant in the old place. They are a bunch of fat old slobs who sing weird folk songs and never make eye contact.
I started filling in as a high school teacher when I moved here, and one of my colleagues at the red brick schoolhouse recommended what he claimed was a fantastic place, full of the spirit of God and healthy communion with decent people. What it turned out to be was a protestant megachurch, and the service was more-or-less a bad rock concert, with a minimal amount of Jesus talk around the edges.
I suppose I was desperate, because after that I actually checked out a Zen center, and found it packed with a bunch of fossilized old boomers from the beat generation. At least one of these old coots smelled heavily of a mixture of marijuana and B.O..
I checked out a reform temple. Those guys, I thought, were monotheists, so while they aren’t my people, maybe I’ll have something in common with them. I entered to find the place crawling with loud, mannish dykes, and feminist “conscious-raising” seminars (for wimminz and their allies – lol) were advertised in the bulletin.
In every attempt, I have found zero opportunity to escape the mundane and commune with the divine. What people in all these communities (lol) are interested in is creating a gay, boring simulacrum of an actual religious ceremony, which allows them to go through some of the motions, without ever having to hear any criticism about their (possible or actual) bad conduct.
So, like Jason, I’m fairly disillusioned with the possibility of organized worship.
Like Jason, I’ve often considered myself an atheist, though it’d be more accurate to describe me as an agnostic. I’ve certainly never seen any evidence that there’s anything after this life. Like every man, I’ve done things, great and small, that can be counted as evils. It’s possible that I might be called to account for such things one day.
The greatest evil in my own tradition was always apostasy, or idolatry. This is seen as far worse than other grave sins, like fucking Black women, or drinking wine with dinner.
The Catholics were our eternal enemies, I was taught, because they worship statues, and they pray to their goddess Mary, and their god Jesus, neither of whom is our God. Mary and Jesus and all the saints were people, not God, and God counts prayers to statues of mortal men and women as grievous insults.
I used to be content with the conclusion that all the stories about God were fanciful fairy tales, and the ravings of lunatics. Now, I’m not nearly so certain. It’s possible that I might be judged and condemned for my bad deeds one day. One thing I became absolutely confident of, while I knelt below the crucifix, was that this God wasn’t the sort of petty, emotional tyrant that my teachers implied he was. The Mormon God created me with a nice Mormon brain, and with it I deduced that he wouldn’t actually mind if I honored him by venerating some old heroes in the text of the Bible. The time I spent in the enemy cathedral brought me closer to Him, rather than further away.
I don’t have anything else to say, other than to express my openness to the possibility of an authentic religious experience, because while I’m skeptical about all these supernatural stories, I’ve felt it myself.
And in closing, I’ll leave all you brothers with a song, that probably won’t mean shit to any of you. It’s a radical masculine song, written during the old days, when my people used to dream of living in a worker’s state. When I hear it, I feel the spirit and presence of my grandfathers, and I’m convinced that whatever hardships life might bring, I’ll be able to overcome.
This is a fun video. I suppose all this is evidence for all-or-nothing legalists (like Christopher Hitchens, Sam Harris, or Derek Ramsey) to renounce his faith. In fact, millions of normal people find meaning in stuff even if it’s not consistent or impartial.