First it was #MeToo . Then it became #TimesUp . Now it’s #MentorHer

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Feminism and people on the “Left” are bat-shit crazy. That’s all I can think about it. First it was the accusations of #MeToo. Men in entertainment and politics being called out for sexual harassment and indiscretions from time periods of days, weeks, months, and even years ago. Men being crucified in the court of social media with no due process, no evidence, nothing but an accusation. Men losing their jobs and their livelihoods over words. If you questioned it or go against it, you are screamed and shamed into silence. Then came #TimesUp.

Oprah and the gang of Hollywood Elites decided to carry the momentum to the next level. They put everyone on notice, this shit isn’t going to fly anymore.

Now we are seeing #MentorHer.

The men of industry and business have heard loud and clear ladies. Men are no longer having one on one meetings with female co-workers. Businesses are no longer having opposite sex co-workers share cabs. Some businesses are even going so far as to not allow opposite sex co-workers stay at the same hotel/motel while on business trips. All because of the witch hunt known as #MeToo. I don’t blame those men or those businesses. The risks are too great.

So feminists have screamed #MeToo from the tops of their lungs and men are getting burned because of it, and now that those same men, and other’s like them have decided to slow down and approach with caution, we are seeing those same feminist’s screaming #MentorHer! Man up and #MentorHer!

As Dalrock so aptly put it:

Feminism is the assertion that men are evil and naturally want to harm women, followed by pleas to men to solve all of women’s problems.

Well said, good sir. Well said.

Feminists, listen up. This is the world you wanted. This is the world you get. This is the world you deserve. Men are either the oppressive, evil, patriarchy that needs to be smashed and destroyed, or we are the men who compliment you throughout our lives. We are the “other half” so to speak. You can’t shame and then plead for help. You can’t screech and then cry. You can’t have it both ways.

Here’s a quote from Watchmen that is poignant and fitting:

Roschach’s Journal: October 12th, 1985

Dog carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face.

The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown.

The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout “Save us!”… and I’ll look down and whisper “No.”

You reap what you sow.

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Comedy Through A Red Pill Lens

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I’m currently sitting at an altitude of 30,000 feet as I write this (isn’t technology neat?) and I’m thinking about my trip to San Antonio this last weekend, and on Saturday night I went to a comedy club for a night’s entertainment. There were three acts total, which included the opener, the headliner, and the MC who started the show.

Right off the bat, the MC started his routine with a bunch of self-depreciating lines, one of them about how he gained weight once he got married, and how he thought “that’s what we’re supposed to do.” His claim was that his wife stayed at a trim 109 pounds, while he didn’t. My belief is that all comedy routines contain a kernel of truth, which is why we laugh. The real truth here is that this guy who has been married for eight years is probably headed for divorce, or his wife cheating on him, and then getting divorced afterwards if any of what he was saying was true. He went on to talk about now when they fight, they don’t wait for a private moment, they just do it whenever and wherever the moment strikes, because “that’s what you do when you’ve been married for as long as we have.” Little gripes and annoyances are held onto and brought up to throw back into each other’s faces, because “that is what you do.” He would shrug and roll his eyes, sigh, and shake his head during all of this. A true sign of resignation if I ever saw one. Now the audience was laughing all throughout this routine, especially the women. Even the beta schlub husband’s would guffaw and exchange knowing nods and glances.

The opener came out after and his marriage routine consisted of guys helping people out during hurricane Harvey as men who were trying to escape their wives, and the wives hoping and praying that the hurricane would take their husbands out. It was implied that neither partner was really happy with the other, and that a death from drowning was a better fate than their current existence. I know it was comedy, but again, that kernel of truth.

The entire show seemed to be a big joke at the man’s expense, because in marriage, “that’s just what you do.”

The bitter taste of the red pill was there for me that night, thankfully I haven’t lost my sense of humor and I was still able to enjoy the show despite all the tropes and canards that these male comedians were throwing around all night.

On a truly funny note, the opening guy did have a t-shirt for sale that had a line on it to use on women for pick-up.

“Are you a beaver? Because Dammmnnn!”

And then in little text at the bottom:

“You are hairy!”

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Love is….

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Love is… Looking at them, looking deeply into their eyes, seeing the sparkle… Feeling that jolt of electricity racing through your body… Your heart pounding in your chest… Feeling the tingle of excitement and anticipation as you move towards them…

Love is… That first touch of their skin on yours…Fingers in their hair…Running down their arms…Touching finger to finger and locking hands together….

Love is… A slamming of the door….Raised voices…Angry voices…The screech of tires of a car leaving….

Love is… Seeing them for the first time… The laugh lines on their face… The twinkle in their eyes… Hearing the sound of their laughter… Seeing your future right then and now… Knowing that this person will change you… Has changed you… Forever.

Love is… Not being able to call them back to you… To say you are sorry… To take it all back… The accident… So swift… So sudden… So utterly, terrifyingly brutal…

Love is… Holding them in your arms… Feeling their body against yours… Their body heat mingling…Their sweat…Tasting them…Tongues in each other’s mouths… Their passion… Their heat…The orgasm…

Love is… The swift finality… The looking at pictures of the past… Knowing you can never get it back… The removing of personal belongings… The cleaning out… The cleaning up…

Love is… Your heart being filled with joy… And light… A sense of completion…

Love is… Sharing your lives together… Growing old… Together…

Love is… All of the laughter… All of the tears… All of the joy… All of the pain…

Love is… The complete loss… The shattering of your heart into a thousand pieces… When they leave you for another… When they wither from a crippling disease… And die in your arms…

Love is… The funeral… The grave… The absolute loss…

Love is… The hugs… Those magical embraces… That stop time… Your arm around their waist… A slap on the ass…

Love is… Their head on your shoulder while watching a storm… Hearing their sigh of contentment… Their feet against your side while curled up on the couch while reading a book…

Love is… Washing each other’s backs in the shower… Combing their hair…

Love is… Kissing them before leaving for work… Kissing them when you get home from work…

Love is… Cooking food for each other… Drinking a glass of wine… Together… Sharing a dessert…

Love is… Telling them you love them… Hearing them say, “I love you…”

Love is… The slamming of the Door.

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