War With Iran

Words fail me. I truly am at a loss for them. The Stupid just gets bigger and bigger and goes deeper and deeper. I don’t think the Orange Moron truly grasps what he’s done this time, or how serving as Israel’s cadamite is going to completely destroy his own country. I would say “God help us,” but I’m no longer convinced that we as a nation deserve God’s help. It’s much more likely that we’re going to see the real heat of His judgment upon us.

Here’s Scott Ritter being interviewed by Judge Andrew Napolitano. Listen to Scott’s words. He’s 100 percent correct. If anything, he might a bit over-optimistic. The bottom line is that we’re screwed.

I Can Absolutely Envision This Happening

Yes, I believe this is something a Western woman would absolutely do on Judgment Day. I know, we are told in Scripture that the presence of God will be so awe-striking and terrifying that we will be reduced to silence. I don’t doubt for a second that this is true, but it’s going to take an amount and level of awe-striking and terrifying that is incomprehensible to the living human mind in order to shut up and humble a Western woman.

The Chain Is Broken, The Bank Account No Longer Violated!

As of last week, after ten long, costly, humiliating years I am a debt-free man. Debt-free as in no longer owing alimony to the ex-wife. Never has anything other than a newborn baby or a check for six figures felt as precious in my hands as the judge-signed and seal-approved petition to stop spousal support that arrived in the mail on Friday from the Office of the Clerk of the Superior Court. I thought about lighting up the remaining cigar I’ve been keeping in my mini humidor since December (one of a pair that was a Christmas gift from a friend; I enjoy a good quality cigar two or three times a year on special occasions, one of my only remaining vices), but think I’ll defer that celebration until I see my first FULL paycheck again for the first time in a decade.

God has been good so far this year, and this is but the latest of His blessings. I can now spend more money on the woman who has been a true wife to me.

Teaching Your Toddler Son To Be A Simp

I stumbled upon the following Vagintine’s Day video on YouTube that apparently has everyone gushing and teary-eyed. A young father has his son of about four or five set up a Vagintine’s Day dinner date with his mother in the family’s living room, complete with dress up, flowers, sparkling water, and a gourmet dinner. While I suppose that Dad is intending to teach his little son what love for his mother means, and also how to respect women (at least in the manner that our gynocentric society expects), what I see him doing is conditioning the boy to be the begging simp that far too many men are today, showering women with attention and flattery predicated on the idea that estrogen and XX chromosomes means that they automatically merit such attention, regardless of whether or not their behavior and demeanor towards men makes them deserving of it.

Dad is also setting his son up for getting his heart stomped upon and shredded by inculcating in him the obviously false and discredited belief that the majority of women appreciate men who treat them with dignity and respect. He is going to learn the hard and very painful way that women despise such men, that women like his mommy are a minority so tiny that they are statistically non-existent. This brings me to another point: Dad is also setting up his son for a false hope, the expectation that he will find a woman to marry some day who will be “just like mom.” Tragically, deluded blue-pill simps like this little boy’s father almost never see the reality of the world their sons live in, a world devoid of women like the ones they (think they) married, but that is instead full of predatory, promiscuous female vampires who, if any one of them deigns to give this man’s son any attention, will probably wind up destroying his life. Rather than teaching his son awareness of the world as it is, Dad is conditioning him to become a victim of it.

Finally, there’s the whole “Valentine’s Day date with Mommy” thing. Does anyone else find that to be more than a little bit creepy and Oedipal?

So watch the video and tell me what you think. Is this an adorable act of a boy’s love for his mother (which of course all of the commenters believe it absolutely is, especially [of course] the female commenters), or is it a boy being conditioned for failure and heartbreak by his blue pill father? Maybe I’m just a jaded, cynical asshole in my old age, but I really feel sorry for this little boy. Maybe after a decade when he’s a teenager he’ll watch this video and cringe, having already gotten a taste of what girls his age (“larval women”) are like. In any case, let’s just hope and pray that there are no other misguided fathers out there repeating this experiment.

Venezuela Update

A few of you, my readers, have requested a follow-up to my post of just over a month ago about the U.S. government’s incursion into Venezuela and the arrest of President Nicolas Maduro (“Mierduro” to me and others who despise Marxist tyranny). I thank you all for your inquiries into the safety and wellbeing of my wife and family there, and I’m happy to report that in general all is well. My wife did come down with a serious case of bronchitis a couple of weeks ago that resulted in a trip to the clinic and some emergency antibiotics treatments, but she’s over the worst of it now (she’s had bronchitis attacks before, so it wasn’t a new experience). It did have her flat on her back for a couple of weeks, which upset her because it prevented her from supervising the renovation work on our two apartments that we want completed as soon as possible so that she can get them rented out before she leaves to come home. What has her more upset than her bronchitis attack is the accident her mother suffered last week in which she fell and broke her left arm at the shoulder, as well as cut her face above her right eye. My MiL has been in declining health over the last few years, which is one reason why my wife is anxious to get her out to the Island for a long visit before my wife goes home. That was supposed to happen this month as soon as commercial air traffic resumes within Venezuelan airspace, but we’re wondering if the injuries might delay the trip. Mama turns 80 next month, so she’s not getting any younger. I would really like to see Mama, my SiL, and my wife’s two little nephews permanently relocate to the Island so that we can have the family altogether in one place. I’m not sure if Mama will agree to that, however, as her entire family (my wife’s maternal aunts, uncles, and cousins) are all on the mainland. I still think that a move to the Island will do her and my SiL and her sons a universe of good, given that their hometown on the mainland is not a nice city, is rife with crime and poverty, and will slowly drain what little life she has left out of my MiL. Still, it’s ultimately Mama’s decision where she wants to stay and we will respect whatever decision she makes.

As for Venezuela in general, my wife says that things are steadily improving. Although Delcy Rodriguez, Mierduro’s vice president, is still acting president, she knows that she’s on razor-thin ice, both with the Trump Administration and, more importantly, the Venezuelan people. The citizens of Caracas are circulating a petition to rename one of the city’s major thoroughfares “Avenida Donald Trump,” and I suspect that other cities throughout the country will do the same. Trump truly is a liberating hero, according to my wife. He is, for the time being, a national hero almost up there with Simon de Bolivar himself. The more I reflect on it, the more of a shortsighted idiot Mierduro was for making himself so unpopular as to make Trump seem almost god-like by comparison.  

So things are slowly regaining a sense of normality in Venezuela after almost thirty years of dysfunction and nightmare. I did see that Trump has announced that regular commercial passenger flights between the U.S. (Miami, specifically) and Venezuela will resume in March. If they do, there is a possibility that I’ll fly down there, spend a couple of months (mixing vacation with work), and then we will return home together, our goal once at home being plans to return to the Island as semi-permanent residents. We’ll see. The future is still too unpredictable to make plans in anything other than wet sand.

So that’s the news from down south for now. I’ll be sure to provide additional future updates as things change. Thanks again to all of you who have prayed for us and wished us well. Neither has gone unnoticed or been in vain!

Slore Fatigue Is Real

Joker’s latest offering at Better Bachelor highlights an emerging trend online in which men are trolling thirst trap attention whores who post raw photos of themselves online by using AI apps to clothe these women in their photos. Apparently some of the apps also remove body ink from the skin of graffiti-defaced hussies as well. This has large segments of women offended and raging angry. It would appear that the idea of looking like physically attractive, pleasant human women, what were once known as “ladies,” is profoundly offensive to them. We’ve now reached a stage in our societal devolution where women, especially American women, are so profoundly damaged and broken by six decades of feminist indoctrination that they’re offended by the concept of chaste femininity. At the same time, American men have reached their own limits. They can no longer stomach the self-deformed angry, promiscuous, self-centered demons in human flesh that now masquerade as women. The mass rejection has begun.

I don’t really have a dog in this fight, but I do have this to say to those damaged, angry estrogen vessels: knock it off with the body graffiti! Seriously, tattoos are disgusting and inexcusable on men, but they’re just plain vandalism on women. A woman who carves into her flesh using permanent ink is no different from the broken woman who cuts herself with sharp objects in acts of hatred-fueled self-destruction. No decent man wants anything to do with either one.

I really do hope that this slore shaming trend not only continues, but goes viral. Enough is enough with the feral estrogen that’s been poisoning our society for the last two generations. While I’m convinced that most of these broken females are beyond help or hope (yes, I know all are redeemable by the Blood of Christ – if they’re willing to accept him) and that the damage done by feminism will affect human for generations, if not centuries to come, there might be a silver lining to the dark cloud. Perhaps increasing numbers of young women will throw off the programming and realize that there is a better way, that the “patriarchy” that they’ve been conditioned to despise was actually their protection. Only time will tell. Meanwhile, to the young men I say hang in there and hold the line. Real change will come if you hold fast and refuse to tolerate the status quo.

I Wish He Cut Hair In My Town

This old barber refuses service to Muslims. Because they “suck.” Hopefully his appointment book is full for the next five years. 😂😂🤣🤣👍

A Creative Genius Is Gone

The forces of mockery and satire against our deteriorating society have suffered an irreplaceable loss. Scott Adams, the creative genius behind the Dilbert comic strip that satirized the American workplace like nothing else before or since, succumbed to metastatic prostate cancer today at the age of 68. I knew he had been ill for a long time, but was unaware that his condition was so advanced.

Like almost everyone else in America who had to suffer the dismal prison of Corporate America, I was a Dilbert junkie during the late 1990s and through the first decade of the century. I could never get enough of Adams’ cynical humor that so closely resembled the reality of the workplace for so many of us. Adams’ “Dilbert Principle” should stand shoulder to shoulder with the Peter Principle as one of the fundamental truths of modern organizational reality, as it answers so very well the question of “why are most people in positions of power and authority today such fucking incompetent idiots?”

Adams had moved on to other projects by the second decade of the century, including a regular podcast that discussed politics, conspiracy theories, and various and sundry other topics. I found these to be much less compelling and engaging than his Dilbert work, and frequently disagreed with his take on things. However, this in no way detracts from his achievements in awakening the masses to the reality of the cage of absurdities in which most of them spent a huge portion of their daily lives. The fact that Dilbert’s debut coincided with the rise of the Internet was propitious indeed, and I cannot imagine its popularity becoming as strong as it did without that medium. Other satirical media such as The Onion and The Babylon Bee owe a great debt to Adams for the ground he broke in the genre of satirical social commentary. It is unlikely that we will see another artist of his special creative caliber anytime soon.

Rest in peace, Scott. You’ve made our lives tremendously richer in this era of protracted decay.

Donald Trump: America’s First Jewish President

I don’t think any of us can seriously deny that we’ve known it for a long time, if not all along. At a minimum, a New York native does not succeed in either business or politics without greasing pointyhat palms or french-kissing pointyhat ass. If this new addition to the Unz Review is to be believed (and there is no obvious reason to disbelieve it), then Trump is much more than a mere “friend of Israel;” he is a Jew in everything but blood and confession. It certainly explains everything that we’re now witnessing in Term Two.

Either “Warsaw” Minneapolis, Or Kick Minnesota Out Of The Federal Union

I’m watching the ongoing drama in Minneapolis with a growing sense of disgust and impatience – with both sides of the conflict.

To the Minneapolis leftards battling ICE as if they’re an occupying foreign army, I say: either accept and obey federal immigration laws like the rest of the country does, or form a movement to pull your state out of the federal union and set up the socialist utopian nation of your dreams that will be free of the toxic American cultural and legal norms you so clearly despise. Those are your two choices. You don’t get to suck up tax money from your fellow Americans while shitting on them, their laws, and their sensibilities by importing violent alien invaders. You want to be a mongrel society of lawless criminals and socioeconomic nihilism? Fine. Then do it outside of the American federal umbrella. The rest of the country doesn’t owe you its support.

To ICE I say: defecate or get off the commode. For all practical purposes you are an occupying army, not because you are doing anything immoral or illegal, but because the inmates of the open-air asylum called Minnesota have made it clear that they don’t want to be American citizens or follow American laws anymore. But as long as they still are American citizens and still subject to federal laws pertaining to immigration, you have full authority to force them to comply with those laws. If they have chosen violent resistance to those laws, then you exercise proportional violence to ensure compliance. In this case it is beginning to appear as if that will require you to do to Minneapolis what the German Wehrmacht did to Warsaw, Poland in the penultimate year of World War II: raze it to the ground and drive the surviving inhabitants out of it. Start doing that and maybe they’ll either rediscover their respect for federal law, or they’ll choose secession. Personally, I want Minnesota out of the Union, along with California, Illinois, Washington, Oregon, Michigan, and all of the Northeastern states. Good riddance to stinking Marxist rubbish! Show some backbone, or be prepared to keep getting attacked and shat upon by anarcho-nihilists who are NOT Americans.