…of Portugal… I think…

One of our brothers abroad has been good enough to link to our site. We have been getting tons of traffic as a result. Of special note is this little snippet:

Um protocolo de mídia padrão é o de nunca mencionar o pai de um filho em qualquer notícia em que a criança é mostrada, a menos que o pai possa ser retratado negativamente. Isso é difícil de notar, mas fique de olho nessa ausência de menção.

If you speak Spanish or French you probably get the gist of this. If you don’t, here’s what it says:

One typical tactic of the media is to never mention any child’s father, unless the father can be portrayed in a negative light. This is difficult to notice at first, but skilled people read critically and look for the lack of any mention.

The specific article this paragraph links to is Another Death by Single Mom. It’s relevant to note here that a man who calls himself Red Pill Latecomer tipped me off to the original article at KTRK / Houston. By this example we see that the mass media is the deadly enemy of every free man. Truly, we rely upon ourselves alone to get the word out.

In Ari Aster’s 2018 horror film Hereditary, we are treated to what seems to be a technologized retelling of a myth in Ovid. There’s a reason why I recall Ovid here. Ovid’s Metamorphoses was written in a lighthearted, almost sarcastic tone. The tone of the text was surely common in the historical context of the writer, who lived in an age when the foundation myths of Rome were regularly held up to ridicule, by people who had enjoyed far too easy lives, thanks to the hard work of the founders who took those myths seriously. Thus was the author able to record Rome’s foundation myths for posterity, all while he was in no danger of being thought unfashionable or ridiculous.

For better and for worse, this is how a serious man has to discuss the timeless truths of patriarchy. Whether that man draws from Roman or Hebrew sources, he had better mask them as some sort of modern, mechanized horror story. Otherwise his message won’t play in the ten-dollar cinema.

Like one of the stories in Metamorphoses, this film functions as a cautionary tale about the matriarchy. It is set in Utah, which I immediately found humorous. The filmmaker is not a Mormon from Utah. He’s a Jew from New York City. The similarities between these two American subcultures — both ideally monotheistic, collectivist, moral and patriarchal, and both currently succumbing to the rot which is American feminism — lead me to suspect that the film is part autobiography, part social criticism, set in a location simultaneously distinct and similar. While I’m sure that he wouldn’t admit it in print, I suspect Aster would find much of the material on our blog interesting, and he’d likely resonate with more than a little of it. I may go into more detail when I review his later film, Midsommar. Until then, I’ll just award Brother Ari honorary citizenship here, and get to a brief review of what I consider his best work so far.

The film opens with an obituary, and its first scene is a funeral for the recently dead. Ellen Taper Leigh is shortly revealed to have been a loud-and-proud, empowered feminist wimminz, and we learn that her life was as pathetic as is typical of the sufferers of that neurosis. Mizz Ellen abandoned her family to pursue occultnik religious nonsense, was hated by her children and grandchildren, and died alone. At the packed funeral, we find her estranged kids shocked that anyone else showed up at all. It will shortly be revealed that Mizz Leigh’s friends are her co-confederates in a bizarre, matriarchal religious cult, who are bent upon inflicting unspeakable cruelties on her kin. This makes Mizz Leigh something of a cognate of Faust. Like him, our feminist heroine makes her deal with the devil. Unlike Goethe’s protagonist, she doesn’t deal with the consequences. She’s a typical feminist who skips out, and leaves her descendants to pay the bill.

The youngest girl, Charlie (played flawlessly by Milly Shapiro) notes in passing that she “should have been a boy.” This weirdness is, no doubt, thanks to her upbringing. Charlie is the only family member who has had contact with granny, and it rapidly becomes clear that she is not the better for it. She is presented to the viewer as a deeply troubled child, with tics and hangups that would immediately clue an observer in to the fact that she was raised by a disgusting feminist dyke.

Charlie’s brother, Peter (played by Alex Wolff) lies to his self-involved parents, telling them he’s going to a school function. He is ordered to take Charlie with him. Like the typical rootless young brother, he leaves his little sister alone with irresponsible schoolmates and wanders off to indulge in illicit drugs and sex with the high school hoez. This has the effect of bringing forth a series of tragic events, the sum of which Charlie does not survive.

Annie Graham, daughter of dead Mizz Leigh, mother of Peter and dead Charlie, will thus begin to doubly resent her son, who is saddled with a lifetime of guilt at the age of sixteen. Annie is married to Steve, a physician (played by Gabriel Byrne) who has given his emotionally absent wife everything a husband is expected to dole out: money, a fine home, the ability to stay home and concentrate on a failed career in art, and even a nu-male devotion to childrearing and housework. Annie is still not happy. Not to worry, though. Annie is about to make a new friend, named Joan. Joan is one of the town’s feminist harpies, and Joan will give Annie all the detailed instructions about how to achieve liberation, in the style of granny herself.

As Uncle Tony would remind us: The first duty of a capitalist ideology (like feminism) is to reproduce itself across time. The reproduction of feminism is accomplished by painting all of its abuses and cruel excesses as normal, and proposing all of its vile values and corrupted norms as “just the way things are.” This has the effect of making granny’s dysfunction more than the unfortunate consequence of a lifetime of bad choices. It is truly hereditary, and it remains an ongoing process, that threatens us all.

The photo above ought to show a happy, stable family, composed of a father, mother, and little kids. A reasonable person might assume that the parents are immigrants, who came to America from a backward country, and through years of hard work and discipline, made good lives for their children. That same reasonable person might also see the wife’s headscarf, and assume that she was a modest, traditional woman, who loved God and lived every day to please Him, and follow his orders, specifically the ones where she is told to be a faithful wife and good mother to her children.

Unfortunately, nothing could be further from the truth.

Here is that same skank-ho wimminz from the first photo. One will note that the white dude she’s snuggled up to is not the father of her children.

No matter what her original intentions, this wimminz one day decided that it would be a great idea to make her children bastards, and so she behaved like millions of other American skank-ho wimminz, without a second thought. She found a dude to come on to, and he lacked the brains or the discipline to say no. They have been fucking (exclusive of the bounds of wedlock, naturally) ever since.

The wimminz in question is named Ilhan Omar. The swinging dick she got hold of is named Tim Mynett. Ilhan Omar is an American member of congress, from Minnesota’s fifth district. As such, she gets to regularly shove new feminist laws down our throats. Mynett was just some scumbag who worked on her campaign.

Mynett was also married to a faithful, loving wife, who has since dumped his dumb ass. Ilhan’s husband also did the sensible thing, and ditched this skank-ho after he got proof that she was cheating. Mizz Omar is now paying her ex-husband, through a court enforced agreement, not to talk about the details of their split. By all accounts, the spouses of these two trash-people have done everything correctly. Despite the fact that they are better off without such cretins around, we should still feel a great deal of sympathy for them and their children.

While Mizz Omar is paying her husband to keep quiet about her dismal behavior, the skank hasn’t paid me anything, so I’ll spill what dirt I’ve found out here. Pretty shocking it is, too.

The Daily Fail and the New York post just broke separate stories (no link for them, because they’re scum.) They don’t list their sources, but it’s suggested that part of the material originates in the transcript of Mrs. Mynett’s divorce trial.

Ilhan’s ex-husband suspected Mizz Omar of cheating, but when he confronted her, she gaslighted him by laughing in his face, telling him that he was “paranoid,” and telling their mutual friends he had psychological problems. (This reminds me of personal anecdotes, told on the old Dalrock blog, by men in the same situation.) When [ex-husband] asked to accompany her on work-related trips, she shamed him and told him he needed to stay in Minnesota with the children.

Apparently, Ilhan’s ex-husband showed up, out of the blue, last spring, at Mizz Omar’s Washington D.C. residence. There she caught her and her new dick lounging around, in various states of undress.

Ilhan’s ex-husband was apparently mocked and laughed at by these two shameless scroungers, and during the subsequent conversation, he realized that they had been fucking for a long period of time.

There are a number of lessons here.

1. The most obvious is to our Muslim bros (and I know a couple of you guys read here.) I’m fairly familiar with Muslim Americans. The Muslim dudes I talk to either seem stupid or in denial about what their women are, all too often, doing right under their noses. You guys should not be overconfident. There are tons of Ilhan Omar types out there, and your communities will be destroyed in the next generation if you don’t check these hoez.
2. If I had to speculate, I’d guess Ilhan’s ex-husband got an audio or video recording, and the big payoff was for not making such embarrassing stuff public. If you suspect your wife cuckolding you, get that evidence any way you can.

Of course, the most obvious lesson is repeated ad nauseum on this blog. Ilhan is not the first nor the only skank-ho wimminz who occupies a position of power in our society. There are countless thousands of wimminz just like her. Skank-ho wimminz are judges and commissioners and bureaucrats in every city and town in North America. This is our misfortune.

Now that feminists are feeding on the decaying corpse of our society, they are (virus-like) looking for new ones to infect. Ilhan Omar not only gets to pass feminist laws here in the U.S., she has been very busy working to export her poison to African countries. Apparently AIDS, grinding poverty and cultural colonialism aren’t enough for such societies to deal with. They need skyrocketing divorce rates and drag queen story hour, too.

Ilhan Omar’s scroungy behavior was earlier discussed on this blog here and here. I’m sure she’ll continue to amuse and entertain, and we’ll be discussing her again in the future.

As a leftish political type, I find a lot of things to like about Bernie Sanders. The United States ought to have a public healthcare option, and he’ll push one through. American kids ought not to go get themselves killed for the benefit of wealthy sheikhs and princes in foreign oil-rich countries, and he’ll put a stop to this. Bernie has a history of being pro first amendment, pro second amendment, and pro fourth amendment, and I like all those things.

Unfortunately, Bernie’s campaign is making a lot of very serious mistakes. I’d like to talk about some of them here, partly because I am probably the only democrat many of my readers ever get exposed to, and partly out of frustration that nobody else is putting these particular pieces together and talking about them. There is still time for some of these mistakes to be fixed, but time is short, and I have no faith that anyone in his campaign is thoughtful enough to self-criticize their behavior so far into a turnaround victory. Time will tell.

Failure to Appeal to The Masses

Bernie did not have a bad time in the 2020 Iowa caucuses, but he had a tie with an establishment pseudorepublican named Pete Buttigieg. If you don’t know who Buttigieg is, just imagine Hillary Clinton, changed from a bitter old bulldyke into a younger gay man. Buttigieg has famously come out against a health-care plan, is pro-war, and will do nothing to keep large corporations from continuing to censor the internet. Bernie could have (and should have) won, and his failure to appeal to the broad masses of Iowans is a major reason why he didn’t.

In 2016, the dems in Iowa had a turnout of 171,000 caucus goers. In 2020, the dems in Iowa had a turnout of 176,000. That’s not much of an improvement. Bear in mind that in 2008, when Barack Obama was stomping the shit out of Hillary Clinton, the turnout in Iowa was 240,000 people.

What got people out for Barack Obama was his crossover appeal. Obama appeared before republican and independent groups, and asked for the chance to be their man in Washington D.C..

It should be noted that once elected, Obama kept his promises about gun control (Trump has already banned more firearms than Obama has, and he also engineered the “red flag” rules). He even allowed conservative scumbags like (Mormon) Mitt Romney to scuttle his attempt at expanding public healthcare.

Has Bernie appealed to anyone outside his base? Well, outside of a couple of appearances on Fox News, which a lot of non-democrats enjoy watching, he hasn’t done much. In fact, Bernie staffers have proven themselves to be insufferable faggots, who jerk themselves off in the press about putting their political opponents in gulags. Candidate Sanders has yet to make any denunciations of these morons, so he comes across as either approving of their lunacy, or too weak to police his own ranks. I don’t fault any independent types for failing to cross over for him. As a democrat, that makes me want to stay home, too.

Failure to Exterminate Pocahontas

Bernie has another problem in Elizabeth Warren, a phony populist with a long track-record of lies and corruption. For the republicans in my audience who don’t know her, she’s basically the democrat version of Ted Cruz, 2016. She’s a complete hack who somehow maintains an “outsider” appearance, despite being in the pocket of every corporate interest that has so far managed to grab a piece of the democratic party. Bernie should have taken the dumb bitch to wounded knee at least a dozen times, but he has instead coddled her. She returned the favor in Iowa by siphoning off a large chunk of his support.

Compare Bernie’s camp (the populist democrats) with the intraparty competition (the corporate democrats) and one does not see the same problems. Buttigeig (the democrat version of Marco “foam party” Rubio, 2016) is the corporate democrat frontrunner, but he came in so far ahead of his own peers, Biden and Klobuchar, that they weren’t able to siphon off delegates from him. Joe Biden sounds like he’s having a stroke, every time he opens his stupid mouth, so this explains his poor performance.

As of the time I’m writing this, the New Hampshire primary has yet to be counted, and already I see Bernie staffers beginning to talk about Tulsi Gabbard “stealing” the primary from their man. As a Tulsi fan, I can tell you that most of her voters wouldn’t have even shown up to the primary if she hadn’t appeared. Tulsi plays the Obama game, appealing to independents and republicans for support. In contrast, I don’t see any of Bernie’s people going after the fake featherhead who actually is spoiling his chances.

Earlier this week, I found (and listened to) an audio file on YouTube, purporting to be a recorded conversation between world famous actor and ALPHA MALE GAME superstar Johnny Depp, and his total nobody of a skank-ho wife, Amber Heard.

Depp made the mistake of marrying this wimminz in April of 2015. Almost immediately, she started making his life Hell. Heard filed for divorce in May of 2016, after accusing her husband of being a serial wife-beater, a rapist, and a sexist misogynist pig who reads v5k2c2. She subsequently gained the only bit of fame she has ever managed to garner, by plastering herself all over social media and public service announcements as the poor victim of this maniac’s brutality.

In the audio file I heard, Depp can clearly be heard telling his bitch wife that they need to quit squabbling, and warning her that if she begins throwing shit and acting like a toddler, he is going to leave the house. Bitch wife laughs at Depp, alternating between telling him that she will continue to beat his ass whenever she wants, and warning him not to leave her alone. She also admits that she was the aggressor in their fights.

I didn’t have a lot of time when I heard the audio (this was on Monday, if I recall correctly) and by the time I was ready to post it here, YouTube (being YouTube) had removed it for being offensive to feminists.

Fast forward to today, when I noticed that there’s yet another bit of entertainment up on the web (thanks to Jim Goad on Twitter.)

Skank-ho Amber can be heard in this audio file laughing, admitting that she starts the fights she complains about, and pointing out (correctly) that the authorities operate under the “duluth protocols,” and as such, Johnny will never be taken seriously if he tells the truth about her abuse.

I’m busy this week, but let’s quickly go over some lessons that our man Johnny has taught us.

1. If there is even a hint of future conflict with a rebellious skank, always record your interactions with the bitch. I don’t know what Depp is using, but an iPod Touch acts as a very good recording device that’s totally unobtrusive.
2. Never simply “give in” or “plead guilty” to a bitch’s made-up allegations. Some men describe even their own lawyers encouraging them to do “be the bigger man” and “take one for the team.” This is stupid. Take the fight to her, and make her regret ever fucking with you.
3. A wimminz will gleefully dismantle her own house with her own two hands. (I stole this line from the bible, but don’t know where it is.) Amber Heard has never acted in any film that wasn’t a F-list piece of shit, and she isn’t particularly attractive, either. She managed to get Johnny Depp to marry her, and rather than riding this lottery ticket into retirement, she’s ruining herself and everyone around her for attention.
4. If Johnny Depp can’t keep a third-rate skank actress and total loser happy, then what chance do I have at marriage? The answer, of course, is none. Thus, I’m happy to play the eternal bachelor and let better men than I shuffle through the divorce courts.

That’s it for this episode of Hollywood Clownworld. Who knows what will happen tomorrow? Tune in to find out…

This article at Quillette is worth a gander, if only to remind you Americans how lucky you are not to live in Canada. (It affirms my decision to abscond permanently.)

In case you didn’t know it, Canadian parents are required to sit through hours of brainwashing before they can coach their kids’ hockey teams.

…the coaching of children in hockey (as in most other sports) is now regulated by government and oversight bodies. And even assistant coaches who volunteer on a part-time basis often must submit to background checks. Doe himself has completed a number of mandated courses, and says he fully supports anti-discrimination efforts led by Hockey Eastern Ontario; and the Ontario Hockey Federation (OHF), which oversees the majority of minor hockey in Ontario, from players as young as six years old on up. But he balked when he saw the 33-slide module on gender that was included in his required gender diversity course. “I would be fine taking an awareness course if it [were] factual and based in science,” he told Quillette. “But I felt it was too ideological.”

I have to side with my man on this one. It can be (and has been) argued that there have always been homosexuals, and that part of the maintenance of civilized society is being polite to these others. It’s another thing entirely to see society effectively reorganized, to suit the ever-shifting whims and desires of a tiny group of perverts, who are interested in confusing our society’s children.

Just for fun, I ran out and found some interesting material of my own, which would make a suitable slideshow for this weekend’s entry on my blog. Let’s take a look at the (totally healthy and normal) antics of this new oppressed class of victims, for whom we should all go through hours of re-education.

Before we begin, I’ll ask all my readers to pause and appreciate the following important caveat…

It’s hard to believe that even in 2020, there are still men who won’t blow other men or fuck their asses, simply because such other men claim to be chicks. This is a terrible problem, and we should work to stamp out such bigotry.

It has to change, and the first step is with you. Wouldn’t you like a date with this charming young girl?

In case zhe isn’t your type, there’s always this one…

I bet all you playaz would line up for a chance to get with zhir…

Damn! That is one fine trans-wimminz, ain’t it boys? Here’s some more eye candy for all the men on this blog…

Won’t any of the fine, upstanding, gay-friendly Canadians who reads here help a disabled trans anarchist with the legal fees related to her most recent burglary charge?

This transgrrrl seems like a real peach, doesn’t she? Just don’t let him wander around your pad unattended after you get done sucking his fem-dong.

And now, for the most heartening story of all. I could title it: It Shits Out Its Cunt.

Remember, gentlemen. They’re just like you and me!

A few years ago, I started writing a series of articles attempting to isolate the motivations of people who described themselves as Men Going Their Own Way (MGTOW men). After a decade of talking to men in the MGTOW community, running an MGTOW forum (with AfOR), and writing this blog, I’ve come to some conclusions about the teleological pillars of the movement as it exists today.

1. MGTOW men want to find happiness, in a world that intends for them to become beasts-of-burden.
2. MGTOW men want to purge themselves, as far as possible of what Karl Marx called ideology, that is, false states of consciousness. MGTOW men thus want to interact with the world as it is.
3. MGTOW men want to delineate necessary desires, in order to re-configure their lives without worrying about unnecessary desires.
4. MGTOW men want authentic community.

Earlier I described my conversations with MGTOW men who tended to lean on two schools as the foundations of their personal thought. The Lockean types would likely find support for pillars 1 and 4. The Marxist types would likely find support for pillars 1, 2, and 4. Notable is the fact that none of the theorists that MGTOW men typically call upon is ready or able to discuss pillar 3.

I’ve always found one of the unique aspects of MGTOW thought to be the ability to intuit between necessary and unnecessary desires. For example:

In this testimonial, an MGTOW man describes his awakening to the unnecessary nature of the desire toward sex and marriage. He goes on to describe this as deeply meaningful, something that has led him to a “tranquil and peaceful life.”

One will note the contrast to the typical game guru, who typically acknowledges marriage and family life as an unnecessary, socially constructed desire, but who will turn around and describe having sex as absolutely necessary to a man’s life. The typical game salesman will not stop there. He’ll often construct phony necessities, such as having sex with a variety of different women. Even a cursory knowledge of history suggests that this is ridiculous. Our grandfathers seemed to be pretty happy, for example, without gaming and banging countless low-quality wimminz at the nightclub every weekend. Far from being “red pilled,” the game gurus who sell these fantasies are the ultimate conformists, who serve to prop up the feminist state by making their gullible acolytes more susceptible to the eroticized advertising that is everywhere present, thanks to corporate culture.

In the next couple of posts, I will continue to argue that this sensitivity to necessity is a unique aspect of MGTOW thought, and I’ll begin to tie this aesthetic imperative to someone who predates modern thought entirely. His name was Epicurus.

Men Going Their Own Way (MGTOW) is something that seems to exist. Despite MGTOW’s presence, it seems to have no underlying theory. If I were to ask the average MGTOW dude about the philosophical chassis of MGTOW, I may get an answer. For example:

1. A guy in the U.S. may quote John Locke and James Madison, and talk about the need to minimalize the state’s intrusion in the lives of men.
2. A guy in Europe or China may quote E. Belfort Bax, Karl Marx, and G.W.F. Hegel, and talk about the inherent subjugation of men at this stage of our historical development.

These are both high-quality answers, and when I’ve heard them (and I’ve heard them both) I’m impressed by the speaker’s knowledge of the history of human thought, and his willingness to abstract away his own personal issues to talk about general trends. The problem is that while they both seem valid, they’re mutually exclusive and contradictory, and thus neither seems adequate to explain the motives of today’s MGTOW dudes.

Over the course of the next few weeks, I’m going to be looking at general trends prior to modern philosophers (like Hegel and Locke), which may approach a philosophical justification for MGTOW. I invite all of you to join me.

What is the point of a grown man having a “girlfriend”? Is a “girlfriend” a potential future wife, or is it a hindrance before commitment is justified? Our man asks the question. Go answer.

Girlfriends are pointless

There is really nothing so entertaining as opening up the internet to find today’s whining feminist, complaining about a bunch of trouble she started. Let’s hear it from Shanita, who is issuing an ultimatum to all us single fellas out here.

In 2020, I am vowing to only date men committed to prioritizing their emotional and mental health. If he doesn’t go to therapy, I’m not interested.

I honestly can’t tell if the editors of Vox want me to take this seriously, or if they’re subtly lampooning this idiot. Either way, this article is pretty funny…

In my last serious relationship, I had both the benefit of exploring my toxic behavior patterns and the burden of being with a partner who refused to do the same. Our relationship started to shift when, during the height of an argument, I grew frustrated when my attempts at “helping” him solve a problem were being ignored. He followed up, like he often did, by screaming at the top of his lungs. Then he said something that snatched the movement from my body: “I’m not your project or something you can control.”

A wimminz tends to think that men need her useless “help,” which always boils down to her nagging her man for not doing what she thinks he ought to be doing, which is almost never motivated by a desire to help, but by a need to feel superior to her man. Then she acts all confused when he gets sick of her noise, and tells her to shut her mouth.

This was my second relationship where what I called “the lack of appreciation for my help” my partner called “controlling.” I realized I was the common denominator here.

Did I call it, or not?

What started as an exploration of trying to understand my own harmful behaviors ended in a commitment to therapy. There, I learned to call my attraction to “broken” men something more than a lack of gratitude or control; the illusion of “fixing” them allowed me to ignore all the areas where I was fractured. It allowed me to overlook the ways childhood traumas shaped my current relationship choices. It was classic avoidance.

This is inadvertently good advice, and pretty much the only thing of real value in the article. Solving someone else’s problems is often a way one can distract himself from doing serious work on his own life.

For months, I remained both in the relationship and in therapy to do the deeper work on myself. I directed my gaze away from scrutinizing his behavior and toward addressing the root of my own. I practiced mindfulness to reduce anxiety, used journaling to record and disrupt unhealthy patterns, and rotated coping mechanisms until I found one that fit. I was slowly forming healthy new habits. The need to control others was replaced by a desire for self-improvement.

The best self-improvement that Mizz Shanita could adopt would be to quit nagging. Her current trajectory suggests that her “healthy relationship” at age 40 will be with a dozen cats. No doubt she’ll still be writing whining screeds in the opinions column, then asking where all those great men went…

How about it, boys? Are you ready for some expensive psychoanalysis in an attempt to meet and date this prize catch of a naggy wimminz?

Read more of Shanita’s nagging at vox dot com