Over a year ago, I devoted a series of posts to men in the so-called counterculture, who make a great living pretending to speak truth to power, but who prove themselves daily to be ball-less conformists. One such man is the male feminst Alex Jones, another is Michael Moore.

Moore regularly makes big budget documentaries appealing to a populist audience. When he got run through the ringer of the divorce courts, several years ago, I thought there was some possibility that he might shine a cleansing spotlight on the parasites who live at our expense.

Did he? No way!

Take a gander at the shapeless, barren pig that Moore married, and ask yourself what she could have possibly done to get the multimillion dollar payout she was awarded by the faggot judges down at the family courts. The answer, of course, is nothing. She got him to marry her, and that was all she ever had to do, in order to qualify to become a fabulously wealthy wimminz.

Not content to take most of Moore’s money, said boobless rhino is now filing frivolous motions and actions in a New York court, doing an end run around Michigan orders to keep her mouth shut. She appears to be doing this solely to embarrass the man she has spent the last decade bankrupting.

Moore’s lawyer, Kenneth Warner, wrote in court papers filed Friday that Kathleen Glynn (Moore’s ex-wife) sued him “in order to publicize information that would have remained sealed and confidential if their case had stayed in the Michigan court.”

It was an attempt to “smear [Moore] in the press with her false allegations,” Warner said.

The lawsuit is “an act of extreme disrespect to the Michigan Circuit Court,” the court documents say, noting that decisions in the New York case could conflict with progress in the ongoing Michigan case, Warner said.

She “gratuitously included highly personal and confidential information in her petition in an apparent effort to increase public exposure and try to embarrass [Moore],” Warner wrote.

The fact that the suit revealed Moore’s negative income reportings to the IRS in 2014 and 2016 served “no legitimate purpose,” the court papers say.

It is very difficult to feel sorry for Michael Moore. He has had four years to tell his side of the story, and he has been possessed of the means and opportunity to publicize the travesty which is the American divorce court system. He has steadfastly refused to lift a finger to help the millions of men who are in similar circumstances.

May he continue to get what he deserves.

This is not a political post, per se. I do not care that Flake is a Republican, versus a Democrat, or that he is a nominal citizen of America, rather than Canada, Mexico, or Brazil. This is an illustration of Mormon perfidy.

No matter what “nation” we live in, my people do not consider ourselves of your nation. We were ordained, in the pre-existence, to live at your expense. You are soulless cattle, and we are human beings.

Thus we see Jeff Flake, join in the circus of defamation against a much better man than he. He is, after all, just a Christian/Jew/Other, and not one of Elohims chosen people. Defrauding Judge Kavanaugh is not a sin, thereby.

I remember, years ago, trying to explain to IBB, Dalrock and many others, the underlying reasons why liberal democrat Harry Reid and conservative republican Mitt Romney seemed to vote together on the same issues at strange and consequential times. It was all in vain. I came away from that interaction sure that, if the average Christian is as stupid as Dalrock and IBB appeared to be, then perhaps they really are inheritors of God’s curse, and perhaps they really do deserve to be our servants and our footstools.

The stupidity of the gentiles aside, Flake-O, you’re still a dogfaced scumbag. Many of us Mormons like living in a peaceable America, and we will not forget your treachery. Your children and grandchildren will pay for the crimes you commit this week, though you may not live long enough to see the comeuppance.

Recent legislative changes, forced by wimminz, require corporations to place wimminz on their boards. Wimminz, however, are so useless as workers, that putting a wimminz on the board of a corporation means that corporation’s doom, mass unemployment, and shareholder penury.

Enter the obvious solution: dressing capable men up as wimminz, and putting them out as wimminz. I’m sure “Pips” is getting a heavy bonus and other perks for saving his company. That’s as it should be.

More generally, this trend is obvious in every industry — including traditional female industries. Examples: the best cooks, nurses and elementary school teachers are men. This despite their usually being a tiny minority of such workers.

In her latest article, entitled Were Old Fashioned Women Happier, our sister Lori Alexander proves that women really don’t understand men. Specifically, Sister Lori imagines a 60-year old lady to be goodlookin’. Here’s a taste:

There is an interesting article in the Daily Mail about a woman who just turned 60 years old and compared herself to her mother back when she turned 60 years old. This woman, Liz Jones, is beautiful and puts me to shame (since I just turned 60 years old) if we were measuring only by appearance. She is in perfect shape and looks amazing for her age but at what cost? (She has spent a TON of money on herself to look this way!)

So, since Sister Lori decided to compare herself with this supposedly hot granny on the Daily Fail, I decided to follow some links and find a photo. Here’s the so-called “beautiful” 60-year old…

What I see in this photo is an elderly granny with saggy dugs and pot-belly. She also sports the 1000-yard stare of a hardened prostitute, and a disgusting skank-ho tattoo.

Now let’s keep going with the “hot or not” game, and check out Lori Alexander…

Granted, she’s another old lady, but she has a warm smile, human eyes, and an attractive air of modesty about her.

Now the important part…

Number of men who are hot after Daily Fail skank-ho: 0

Number of men who are hot after Lori Alexander: 1

There is not one normal swinging dick anywhere who would touch the skank in the Daily Fail article. That is by the skank’s own admission, as she leers provocatively, and asks why, after thousands of dollars worth of plastic surgery, she can’t attract or keep a man.

Sure, she might get a bit of male attention, but only from creepy perverts with a granny fetish, or from slackers who are searching for a meal ticket. That’s the extent of that bitch’s pulling power.

In contrast, Lori Alexander has spent her life raising up a decent man’s children. To that one man, she is the hottest woman on the planet. I could send the most attractive skanks on Tinder his way, and it’s a safe bet that Mr. Alexander would laugh at their best attempts to seduce him.

Now, consider the so-called “empowered” feminist in the Daily Fail, who whines about being disrespected and laughed at constantly. Who has more power. Is it her? Or, might it be Lori Alexander?

Daily Fail skank whines about being insulted by random men, and I have no doubt it happens on a near daily basis. In contrast, go and insult Lori Alexander, and see how long you last in her neighborhood, before her husband, brothers, sons, sons-in-law, and grandsons start coming out of the woodwork to run you out of town with an ass-kicking.

Read Sister Lori’s article here, and tell her that Boxer sent you.

Cinema attempts to manipulate its viewers, usually by shoehorning tragic characters into heroic roles. It does this by emphasis and omission. One of the most common characters in film is the divorced father, who finds peace in the raw deal he is forced to suffer, and turns around to become an action hero. Another common character one sees in the movies is the overworked single mother, who nonetheless lovingly cares for her children, and who doesn’t hate her ex-husband, despite his cruelty, and despite his part in forcing her into an unenviable position. In repeating these stories, movie producers normalize the divorce industry. They humanize the vultures who make an easy living, feasting on the decaying carcass of society.

Nearly all divorced men, in reality, are men who have been victimized by an unfaithful woman who made their lives intolerable, before dumping them. Nearly all such men did their part, while their ex-wives took them for all they were worth. In contrast, nearly all divorced women filed for divorce, and during the divorce process, did everything they could to inflict as much harm as possible, on the men they promised to respect and obey, for as long as they lived. This is the situation as it plays out in the world, rather than on the movie screen.

Seeing Hollywood films offers the viewer a glimpse of a fantasy, which at first seems only a short way removed from his everyday reality. It offers hope to the hopeless, who would be better off working through their anger at being shafted.

…aposematism, butch-dyke haircut, nose-bone, 1000-yard stare…

Someone recently linked me to an insipid article on the Good Men Project, which I won’t pass along here, about how “Men Who Cry Are Beautiful.” I followed a link from that dopey rant to a feminist site, featuring an equally stupid article entitled “How Women Feel When Men Cry.” It’s a rambling collection of wimminz fantasies – each about having her own personal bitch who cries in front of her. Here’s a taste:

This wimminz wants men to feel “empowered” to cry in front of her, while simultaneously admitting that the man who does this moves from lover to child in her mind.

Wimminz have no idea what they want, and they have no idea what makes a man good at being a man. I have some idea, and here’s a general postulate:

A competent man is the master of his own emotions.

A good man, and by this I mean a man who is good at being a man (definition thanks to Jack Donovan) is in control of himself at all times. There will be times when he will express emotions, but those times are generally limited to moments of incredible stress, or moments when he is surrounded by close and trusted friends, his tribe, as it were.

There are a few notable examples of men crying. These made an impression on me in my youth, only because I recognized, from an early age, that a crying man is an extraordinary event.

• Elderly veterans of WWII at a reunion
• Old farmers watching their herds get slaughtered
• My uncle, at his own father’s funeral

I suppose it is acceptable to cry over a woman — if that woman is your mother, your grandmother, or your wife of 20 years, and if that woman is dead or dying.

Should you cry about a breakup? Maybe, but never in front of the woman who dumped you. Don’t give her the satisfaction.

This woman’s boyfriend started blubbering, and the wimminz who dumped him for Chad was able to get a huge ego boost, while moving him from the lover column to the kid column. In that instant, her boyfriend became forever-after untouchable.

He should have laughed in her face, and told her: “Cool, I’m bored of fucking you anyway…”

Had he done this, then the bitch would have second-guessed her decision. In fact, she would likely have come grovelling back to him, after Chad’s cock got boring, and then he would have had some tears to savor.

Young brothers should never cry over a bitch, because bitches are always already disloyal anyway. Don’t give them the satisfaction.

For those who don’t know, Zippy was one of the fathers of masculine theory. I found him around 2008, and Zippy schooled me in the ways of manhood, when I needed a mentor.

If you knew or admired the man and his work, send your love and peace to Gabriel and the family here.

Life eternal in Valhalla.

Linus Torvalds, Teaching Us How To Respond To Feminists

In the past, Linus Torvalds has been something of a beacon for the antifeminist activist. He is something of a communist (he believes that source code belongs collectively to humanity) in the Stallman tradition, and he has been outspoken about his preference for quality over ideology. He also explicitly stood up for men on several occasions, while feminists continued to chip away at the quality and stability of his work, with ridiculous false accusations.

Apparently, all that is over. Linus has caved.

We thank those who have a solid history of antifeminist action, and we admit that we do not know the full story. Even so, this doesn’t appear to be a prank.

In the past, Torvalds justified his behavior, saying back in 2015: “I’m not a nice person and I don’t care about you. Really. Seriously. I care about the technology and I care about the kernel.” Prior to that, he said, “I simply don’t believe in being polite or politically correct.”

While I loved that old Linus. The new one seems sorta unremarkable.

Generally speaking, projects and industries tend to collapse with the topheavy introduction of feminist bureaucracy. If Linux gets too repressive or too ridiculous, remember that you have other options, including FreeBSD.

Read more at PCMag and at ExtremeTech.

I’ve recently refined one of my own, personal “shit tests” into a single question. It appears to be working out well.

Hint: No wimminz yet has admitted that “yes, I need a man.” In the subtext we find the truth, however.

Apparently a mob of feminists have succeeded in harassing Brandon’s little girls. I assume this means he paid Ryann for protection, in order for her to retract with no apology.