I’m a right aul cunt when I bes langers like. Trashing around the streets of Dublin, a crepuscular fiend, bodies, girls with fatpacks, Skrillex haircuts, rundown lassies of the UHT milk variety, it culminates in a cacophonous mess where one can barely look at oneself straight in the mirror anymore. Fuck ken. I’m a horrible drinker. I turn into a pathological liar amongst people I don’t know, the most interesting man in the room that never was. I become increasingly depressed, feeling like a beaten piece of grain within the stifling confines of many of the finest drinking establishments in Dubbers town, be it Whelans, Coppers, Diceys, Twennie Ones (lol), The Academy, blah blah blah. But yeah, I’m a true shithead. Other classics of mine include Irish goodbyes; trolling lassies of the voluptuous kind, documenting the decline of the west in the club when every cunt comes from a place of fake elation, fake har di har har ness. and just wants to drag a cougar home with him. I'm not much better than these cunts that I talk about. I talk about them because I am the problem, or at least, to a certain extent. This all comes from a place of insecurity I believe, all this excessive drinking stuff and whatnot, but this post be not really in that vein, truth be told. Rather, it’s about this argument from a couple of the neoreactionaries about degenerate PUA types and using all these lassies. It’s a stupid argument, a dark argument and here’s why.But first, back to a few nights ago, and back to my post about how yous need to experience something to really feel it. When I discovered the sphere, I had no problem comprehending, believing and applying game to everyday life. But, I had quite an issue with some of the darker elements of it. You knows the ones I mean like, all of us do. Xsplat has talked about daughter/father incest (for the curious, highly popular female pornlit sit literotica’s most popular/most read topics are forced sex and this kind of incest, hooray for the vote!) fantasies to turn girls on before. Mark Zolo has talked about rape fantasies and “caveman game”. These a cunt knows, no doubt, but it is not until an experience, no matter how bizarre, even a really small one, like the one I had, makes this sink I to such a degree, that it changes a lad’s view on things. Game is peeling away the onion layers, revealing that raw female id for what it is.
I saw a bit of it that night.
Long story short, I got into a fight with another guy after he made a remark about my appearance. It could have been an awful lot worse, thanks be tae christ, but it cooled down pretty quickly all the same. The difference was I won. So skip forward an hour. Dublin’s a pretty small friend and I find her dancing with a friend. The guy’s girlfriend. This shite be awkward en aw, so I decide to try and slip out and try and avoid her gaze, but nay, the lass, she comes over to me and amidst all these people, white dress, not much toos look at, but still.
Pretend not to hear.
I turn to her.
“You scared him. You really shook him up. You shouldn’t have done that. No one has done that to him before”.
She’s giving all these mixed signals, saying no, and going on about how much of an arse I was, but her body language is going crazy.
I put down my drink, look her in the eyes and start kissing her. Not even good looking like, but the evil, devil part of me…shit ken. A few light pushes, a little, gentle, loving “no, no, my boyfriend...”. She’s eating the face off me in a second. This continues on for a bit longer. Nos between kisses. Hand on her ass. She’s shaken, pulls away from me then. Ass bit much face. Franco must die.
"I have to go…”
A light chuckle from her. I hand her my phone.I didn’t need to say anything. The boyfriend is on the bottom floor and is looking for her. What a lass. "I'm sorry" she mutters, and is eaten up by the crowd. The night ends, the degenerate rises.
Which brings me back to the whole PUA thing.
Some of the reactionary lads (small amount though) seem to have this sort of shadowy form of a woman on the pedestal thing going on. That the transition isn’t complete. Cause here’s the thing right. Men and women respond to many different stimuli. For the lads, it’s the lass with the hot ass in class. For lassies, it’s these built in heuristics that respond to flashes of violence, (my cousin in America swears by bringing women to a gun range as a first date) taboo, strength, and being lifted ahead with emotions, little girl lost, real Lucy in the Sky shit. Not a good or bad thing; just is en aw, but the point is with PUAs there’s this sort of weird “exploiting innocent women” thing going on. This isn’t the case at all. And to clarify, this isn’t an extension of the ego “all lassies are cunts” that comes from being a MGTOW. The heuristics have been hacked and laid bare for all to see. Lassies go after it like crack, and will try and find it somewhere else, anywhere in the right or wrong environment if they just can’t get it. We’ve just let the cat out of the bag with this one. By misunderstanding this, the neoreactionaries show their more aspergery fucktardie side. They’re just telling them lassies what they want to here. It doesn’t change what exactly the Female Imperative is though, and what The Manipulated Man is despite how much will go on. That’s fine, that’s biology, that’s being a man, but in a healthy, non-degenerate society. Cue arguments like “you’ll die alone” and valiant efforts to save civilization. But who would want to?
Robert Heinlein was right in that one ken.
Truth is, it doesn’t matter what yous do anymore, you valiant neocrusader with your Moldbug and your 105 IQ you, you so smrt ken! Sitting behind that computer won’t change the fact that this ship is pulling itself apart and you know what? You might as well join in in all the fun and games if that is the case! Have some fun lads, tap that ass, watch Rob Schneider films you demented old fuck! My mind is made up; there is absolutely nothing worth preserving here. Academia is hopelessly corrupt. The church is a wolf in sheep’s clothing for all sugar and spice shite. Work is frosty death. Yous have yourself and your friends and the future, that of course be a different story altogether. Irish Millenials care more about stuff like this. Ride the snake lad. He’s old, skin is fucken cold en aw. Men go where de pussy goes. Your woman, your rules, your the boss. End.
To conclude this series therefore, toxic nerds are a mix of pathological liars, victims/bullies who need the power of institutions to attack other people cause they're too spineless to do so themselves and crusader types (often outsiders) who like to imagine that they are making a difference by saying the word Brahmin over and over again cause that be making them all gooey inside like. Some mystical "chosen" enemy (the evil PUA) to go for, it's the same shit, different game. The more things change, the more they stay the same ken.
Things fall apart, as they do now. Nearly everything is fair game as far as I see it. If yous are not improving yourself in some shape or form, then you are a part of the problem. If you don’t have a great project, a great issue to disentangle, beyond just silly intellectual masturbation, you’re part of the problem. You just want to play out Fight Club in your fucken heads without realizing how dark and brutish human nature is (to suit yous down to a tee of course) and without putting any of the required work in. That’s the great thing about humans though, we can adapt. We can stay positive. Now is not the time to be the lad with the manbearpigcape. Nerds and assholes losing it all over again, in a plethora of messy ways.
Losing it. Nearly there with all this nerd/academia stuff lads. Next step, stop the fucking drinking en aw.