Rhiannedd

Joined at the wound, our mother’s inflicted
Joined at the hip, or you preferably fisted
We are peas in a pod, a copy and paste
Though you did the copy, and me the replace

That controlling V, a once powerful tool
Which you wield as a weapon, the only true you
The rest is a sham, the past is all lies
Concocted on the fly to patch remorseless byes

We orbit and argue, you ran away, that grates
Magnetically attracted till narcissistic fates
I give you supply, returned with false hope
That sex is a cure for this malicious trope

But there’s always another, a backup man
One with money, or status even if trans!?!
Emotional flashbacks haunt my waking life
If only I could understand all of your strife

I thought it was me, my Afghanistan tour
That turned you into a Zombie, ghosts and more
I figured it out though, not me or mine
Was your sons’ refusal to follow your decline

Poor Alex abandoned, ignored or ignoring?
And Henry simply refused to be boring
Slung you out, your own home on a whim
Starved the attention your inheritance bereft him

And what of me, this experienced narc victim
Blamed himself like a clueless naive bumpkin
I propped you up at that time in your life
When you should have crashed, true self reflection in sight

Now you are better, a choice use of words
Self preservation won, others treated as turds
Those children that haunt you, you think they are ghosts
They craved your attention, you your own reflection most.

Incapable of remorse, your life swinging and coke
your fanny a bucket an elephant once smote
Parlour games are meant played my dear, not paid
Though I think you found your niche, getting laid.

Four narcs in a courtroom, Lustitia cried
Who could untangle these perjurous lies?
The ghosts that haunt you, your children’s ignored cries
Frequencies which on reflection, whips and toys cauterise.

A generational curse, handed down from Tredegar
Our children in care, lied to and eager
To see their Daddy, though you aren’t so keen
The narcissist’s gene self replicates it seems.

And they do not know he is frustrated and barred
So think themselves unloved, alienated and tarred
With the same disease which made you who you are
A narc for a mother and an absent father.

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Red Pill becoming mainstream?

A few months ago myself and chaffers kicked off our online campaign to raise awareness of the feminist ideology behind our institutions and everything that we all intuit as wrong.

At first, it felt as if getting through to people was tough, but the moanstream media was even harder. Yet, now I have noticed a subtle change in the reporting, where are few slightly anti-feminist and anti-identity politics opinion pieces are making it to the centre-right press.

It would seem, that two years after Trump’s election that columnists have finally cottoned on to Trump’s agenda and don’t know how to respond…

The tide has turned…

Ministerial Incompetence – Connect the Dots.

 

A brief wibble by government department from a Red Pill perspective.

Once Bray coughs up the pints he owes me for grievous defeats on Cricket Championship we’ll be covering this via youtube on Chaffers and Bray

Can you spot the connections?

 

The most incompetent of them all? ( Ministry of Demoralisation)

 

Should be the blokiest but their ability to cock any and all projects up is legendary. You might be tempted to think that having 57,000 cucks ‘taking care of’ about 140,000 service personnel should be a jolly good ratio to ensure their needs are met.

Well if launching endless war crimes witchunts to prosecute serving soldiers who have been cleared by the previous half dozen witchunts is ‘taking care of’ then I think we may be talking more of a mafia definition of the term.

On accommodation and basic rights they fail utterly. Demoralisation seems to be the aim. I recall joining a regular unit for the first time and being shown to my single room accomodation ( I know it was such as I was charged board for it) which comprised of a 4 man room with curtains separating each bed.

One bloke was AWOL, the second about to be chucked out for a drugs offence and the third ginger and terrified of everything.

Whilst our forces were desperately short of helicopters in Afghanistan 8 brand new Chinooks were rotting away in a shed somewhere. Examples are legion.

This blog is an excellent example of a cuck book for instance. Mangina positively glistening at the recent documentary featuring four women and barely any blokes on the new aircraft carriers. The Red Arrows are red, and pretty! Far better than nasty weapons and stuff – for which this ex senior cuck has some wonderfully self contradictory excuses..

 

Educashun

 

“It isn’t a game, it’s just a rout” sang a fat bloke with much better tits than most feminists, and he might have been talking about the gender gap in education.

Women massively outnumber men at university in almost every field, the only exceptions being maths, physics and IT. Which is clearly a problem.

The solution is STEMM and hiding the preponderance of women on medicinal science courses ( men in psychology are a very rare breed for instance) to make it appear that women are disadvantaged in the tiny number of courses they do not already dominate.

Course feminists believe in equality of outcome, which makes the gender gap in teaching rather hard to square. Finding a primary school with a single male teacher might be problematic, finding female teachers who don’t mark the same work with a boy’s name on it significantly lower a less well known one.

 

 Department for Foreign Fanny Scratching (International Development)

 

Think of Foreign Aid and you’ll probably have an image in your head of a military transport aircraft doling out bundles of food in some drought stricken place. Under foreign fanny scratching rules however this wouldn’t even come from their budget, though technically it all comes under defence… Which is a right laugh.

The reality is quite different as most of the entire huge budget is devoted to feminist causes around the world. Interfering in foreign cultures takes the form of funding Eritrean versions of the spice girls and sub Saharan lesbians knitting yellow fin, nomadic condoms out of free range yoghurt raised on the shores of Mt. Fuji.

No stone is left unturned in the hunt for throwing our cash at feminist causes. India may have a space programme but they need feminist funding too!

And the scale is huuuuuuge. For every £9 we spend on the NHS ( more later) we spend £1 on allowing some dizzy tart ( it’s always a dizzy tart) defending our foreign aid budget with some graceless virtue signalling.

 

Department of Fun ( Media, Culture and Sport)

 

I really could not be more sick of seeing BBC bias threads on forums where lefties and righties argue endlessly on which way the BBC leans. It does so towards feminism, and horizontally so at that.

Political correctness, pro-immigration, pro-fetus murdering, rabid radical feminist bollocks. They don’t even try to hide it anymore.

The cringeing, but huge budget, Olympics opening ceremony was their work. As it trying to make out that a few dykes who would be thrashed by Accrington Stanley are equal professionals to whichever men’s game.

Women’s cricket is pretty good though, very spinny.

 

Department for Looking after Foreigners ( Foreign and Commonwealth Office)

 

“The ministry of Agriculture looks after cows and the Foreign Office looks after foreigners.” said Margaret Thatcher. Which is nice.

It is remarkably difficult to discern what else they do as that would mean looking for Foreign policy successes. Which over the last 100 years have been rather thin on the ground. If not altogether absent.

A bit like looking for French military victories.

Despite palaces and oodles of cash, not to mention inumerable honours doled out, can anyone actually convey what the FO’s foreign policy actually is? I’ll give you a clue, preventing sexual violence in conflict is a key concern of theirs…. Though as Boko Haram was roundly ignored whilst they burned thousands young blokes alive the moment they kidnapped some girls….. The world took notice.

Kidnapped that is, not….dead.

Until just before the referendum our brave and oh so superior Knights were confidently telling every foreign diplomat that we would vote to remain in the EU by a large margin. Hence the department entrusted to predict and analyse trends in foreign fields displayed quite conclusively that they didn’t have a clue about their own country. 🙂

Don’t be confused by the Commonwealth in the title of this ministry.. They couldne give a shite about anything outside the EU.

 

 Ministry of (partial) Justice

 

To be fair to them they did notice that three out of four men in prison wouldn’t be there had they opted for a swift sex change. And that those men in prison spent on average 6.5 times longer in the clink than females who had committed the same crimes.

Equality under the law my arse.

They published it in a report and everything.. Though no-one in the media covered it.

Meanwhile the fuckwit radical feminists in the Crown Prosecution Service prosecute blokes merely accused of sexual crimes with a disregard for exculpatory evidence that would shame a kangaroo court. Evidence of almost equal victimhood for blokes in domestic violence is folded in with that against women to make the numbers appear more shocking.

Also the secret family courts have been turned into shooting galleries where social workers have great fun perjuring themselves to rape blokes of their families and reputations.

Possibly the sickest of the sadistic in the list.

And about to get even sicker! David Gauk has announced to much fanfare that women will be spared prison sentences unless absolutely necessary… As though they aren’t already…

In the name of equality?

 

Ministry of housing and.. stuff.

 

We need more houses right? For social justice say the left, to house immigrants say the right.

Well in fact the housing stock has gone up by several million in a relatively short period of time. The biggest single pressure?

That would be no fault divorce and the breakdown of marriage. With canny blokes selecting the MGTOW gear and women taking their natural right to nick half of a married bloke’s stuff whilst destroying his life it means you need more houses to accommodate singles and separated rather than familes.

On social housing though, where do you think a single bloke in dire need would find himself on the housing ladder? On the streets is the answer, hence why 93% of the homeless are men.

So if you’re a young dude reading this and wondering whether you’ll ever own your own house the answer is probably only if you don’t marry. If you do you’ll lose it more than 50% of the time.

Feminism has consequences huh? Whooda thunked it.

 

 The Treasonr.. Erm I mean Treasury

 

Fewer than 2000 cucks need £3Bn per annum to come up with economic justifications for mass immigration and manpower in the middle of the second industrial revolution where robotics is the way forward!

There must be gold in them thar paper clip stacks!

Course giving women indirect tax breaks and producing reports so hilariously wrong on future economic trends that they make North Korea’s propaganda look professional takes… creative talent.

So too does trying to block brexit by every means possible.

We should pity them as being an anachronism. The City of London trader chappies pay top dollar for real time economists, the treasonry works on data months old and still can’t get a shot within the corner flags, never mind the goal.

 

Department for work and pensions

 

So women live for longer… and get their pensions sooner. Currently 5 years sooner. Hence the blokes who pay 75% of the tax burden, often whilst working in jobs which are physically demanding, are likely to receive a state pension worth about half as much overall. Equality huh?

Feminists of course campaign endlessly to get more women into top positions such as MPs or on the board of directors of companies. Which by the way tends to reduce their profits and effectiveness.

Would more women in Parliament be a good thing? Well it depends upon the women as Parliament is massively overstocked with feminists of both sexes, but with very few normal healthy females.

All feminist shortlists, as practised by both parties have seen to this. Which raises the question as to whether normal healthy women are represented by feminists. I doubt it.

 

 The Department for Transport

 

Included for completeness. Though… sorry dudes. I got nothing.

 

The Cabinet Office

 

A bit like Top Gun for cucks. If you’ve abandoned all hope of ever finding anything lumpy in your trousers and are truly committed to a Marxist way of life you might have the opportunity to pit your witless self against the Ministry supposedly responsible under our constitution. As in one headed by an elected representative. Someone who is responsible to us.

Rules of engagement be damned, or the civil service code for that matter… Evry fule kno that elected people can’t be trusted to compile policy. Only our deep state, who actually seem to work for the EU commission, should be trusted with such things.

Whether you be a National Security Advisor ( an economist) bravely and rightly avoiding any awkward questions from MPs or in charge of presenting a Brexit plan that the minister for Exiting the EU hasn’t seen once in 2 years your job is to be the best at subverting parliamentary accountability and standards in the land…

 

 Department against fishermen, farmers or anything else male and 3D job sounding.

 

Used to be called Maff, which was a bit too close to Muff, and almost gave the game away. Farmers being ruined and committing suicide? Fishermen with no quota to fish because no-one gives a shit about male 3D jobs? Don’t expect any help. Quite the opposite.

According to their figures I ate half of my yearly quota of fish at Wetherspoons last week, seeing as they think the entire industry is worth £1 billion a year, or about £15 quid per person.

And our farmers couldn’t survive without EU handouts… Nor did they in the thousand years before we joined the EU. All those green fields and well kept countryside are their work, not those of the farmers over countless generations. And those bird chomping windmills are not crucifixes to stupidity, they are modernity and progress.

Course if you need half a county to be flooded or draconian dystopian bastardry to be implemented which hobbles dairy farmers, beef farmers or any other male profession they they is good.

Hell we used to have fresh local milk delivered in recycled glass bottles by electric vehicles.. But they saw to that. Milk men you see. All that getting up early in the cold wasn’t attractive to our precious darling feminists who want comfortable warm jobs. Like in supermarkets.

 

 The Home Orifice

 

The daddy department of them all. Or rather sisterhood department.

Must always be a feminist in charge as they have jurisdiction over mass immigration. And a feminist’s favourite policy must not be questioned.

And we wouldn’t want trifles such as the mass pedophilic rape of 4500 schoolgirls in Rotherham, Telford etc getting out would we? And to be fair they were largely successful in this, kept it quiet for at least a decade or more.

A report recently showed that every Home Secretary since the intrinsically feminist Blair Government was well aware of the ‘Asian Grooming Gangs’ though no Japanese people were involved. They certainly kept a lid on it.

 

 Department of Health and Social Care

 

A stand up once quipped that men die 10 years earlier because they are married, and therefore want to. Though this bunch have a finger in the pie.

51% of the population are born male, though only 48% make it. And as 14 of the top 15 preventable diseases disproportionately affect males in the UK you might be surprised to hear that Breast Cancer is the exception, the 15th.

Answers on a postcard for which receives the most funding, research and media attention!

Please also mention on said postcard when you last heard male suicide mentioned, the single biggest killer of people under 40.

But these people care… socially. Which basically means training and equipping an army of social workers. And then lobbying for ever increasing funding for them so they can child snatch, break up families and alienate fathers such that the epidemic of fatherless children is running at close to 40%. Ably abetted by social work degrees which encompass a wide range of influences.. feminism, radical feminism and… A bit more feminism.

If that is they were their children to begin with. DNA tests are cheap and easy but that more than 10% of children are actually raised under false paternity is a closely guarded secret.

You read that right. the last study by the CSA ( a bit like Jeremy Kyle only with threats of financial extortion) found about 25% of false paternity. As in a quarter of blokes who thought they were Dads… weren’t.

But surely it’s your right to know whether the children you raise are genetically yours?!

How naive, DNA actually means Do Not Ask what your missus was up to whilst getting pregnant. If you are on the birth certificate then you are the father, not that having an accurate family genetic history of health problems isn’t crucially important in modern diagnoses. It is.

But you have no reproductive rights in the first place.. Zero. Hence at least they are consistent.

I would like to see how much of the NHS’s budget is spent on males versus females… Though suspect the answer is pretty obvious.

If estrogen levels had dropped 30% since the late 80s in women in the West across the board, and 65% in some major cities, do you think it would be an issue? A medical issue and public health concern? Well testosterone levels in Western males decrease by an extra 1% per year and nobody even  seems to have noticed.

 

So…. Can you connect the dots?

 

Can you see a pattern in the incompetence?  The direction of travel, the division of resources? The muppetry and the blindness?

It’s worth remembering that those two eminent muppets, Statler and Waldorf, whilst endless critics were actually part of the show.

And what, Champ, is your part in the show?

It might be worth considering where the incompetence and blindness manifested itself from in the first place….

Could it be that clapping and cheering like a trained seal whilst deciding where to put your X in a box whilst someone virtue signalled about caring for women was actually dehumanising?

See it’s inbuilt. Part of our makeup and you don’t get extra brownie points for it. Though accepting someone as virtuous because they claimed to care about women more than you do diminishes your own moral authority.

Maybe time to take stock and consider where the gender gaps actually lie, rather than where they tell you they do?

Equality under the law?

 

Is, I would argue, the founding and most important principle of our nation in the UK.

You see this isn’t just a matter of justice, it isn’t merely some abstract concept from Magna Carta and beyond that has lost it’s relevance. It isn’t even indeed about the law.

As one of the principles behind the United State’s Constitution, their declaration of independence and the cousin’s cultural similarity to us, ( even though they insist on playing girly rounders rather than manly cricket ) has profound strategic impacts even today.

And massive strategic advantages down the ages.

You see whether you were a pauper or a noble, advantaged or downtrodden, when it came to war and you were shoulder to shoulder with your countrymen on the field of battle his rights were your rights. Whether a toff, or even a scouser, heaven forbid ( they can’t whisper you know).

 

And therefore you will fight to the death to defend them.

 

It is I think one of the lost and forgotten aspects that allowed us to survive and flourish as a nation, often against overwhelming odds.

Whether we needed some archery practise against the froggies or the donkey squishers requiring their fleets destroyed, or Napoleon’s mob mincing up the hill for a daily dose of Brown Bess us English dudes ( with a hat tip to the Welsh, less so the haggis botherers) fought for a common cause against conscripts and people ordered to be there by their Lords..

They fought for the glory or dominion of their masters, we for each other.

But, but our Lords and masters were French after 1066 surely?

 

 1066 and all that…

 

Not particularly.. The Normans, oddly from Normandy, had more in common with many of our regions than you might realise. Normandy is afterall named after Northmen, or Norsemen… Vikings for shorthand.

The frogs became so sick of them raiding and kicking their butts up and down their coastline that they did a very french thing and capitulated, giving the Norsemen their land.

Check out the signatures on Magna Carta and you’ll see some famous family names which have probably become chinless Surrey types with large estates in the modern world. De Lacy, De Mowbray etc. Within 150 years years of those wascally Wuperts invading they were holding the King’s feet to fire to enshrine the Common Man’s rights into law. Which I would argue is a damnedly British sort of a thing to do.

Almost as British as beating the frogs.

 

Fast forward to the modern day…

 

And it is questionable whether Equality under the Law still exists in any realistic way.

As a bloke you are 3 times more likely to be convicted of a crime.

You are 6 times more likely to be sent to prison.

There are in fact 18 times as many men as women in prison. Mainly because men will on average receive 6.5 times more prison time than a woman for the same crime.

The deliberately misnamed 2010 Equalities act enshrined discrimination into law.

 

It’s a conspiracy theory!

 

And one promoted by the Ministry of Justice then.. Whose own report laid bare these facts, and all normalised for statistical gubbins and goodliness such as comparing the same offences and mitigating factors across the sexes.

But the current Minister, a cuckly crusader by the name of Gauk, has actually made it MoJ policy to only send women to prison in extreme circumstances.

What do you think would happen to you as a bloke should you attempt to ram your wife off the road three times, to chase her around 20mph speed limits at anything up to 90mph with three young children in the back of your car?

What if you actually wrote your own car off in the process? What if your last attempt was at the entrance to a motorway roundabout trying to force your missus into oncoming traffic?

If your answer to the above was a hundred quid fine and, “Driving without due care and attention” then maybe you need to pay more attention to matters of justice.

This was very much a thing even before Gauk’s appalling policy change.

 

 Such as the much maligned Tommy Robinson

 

Don’t forget chaps, his rights are your rights. And he has balls.

Someday it could be your daughter that he is fighting to protect. Or your Freedom of Speech that is threatened.

Having actually had the grace to watch the dude’s livestream before making my mind up I found it rather disconcerting that those convinced of his guilt clearly had not. And would not. After all, the Gruniad couldn’t possibly lie to them!

Whilst the appeal judge effectively said that he wasn’t arrested, tried, sentenced or imprisoned with due regard to process or justice I’m not expecting an apology from the feminised lawyers, BBC paed.. erm I mean presenters.. and cucks who decided to take me to task on Twitter for my heretical ideas.

Those little boys and shemales only knew that they could please their masters by turning up to the field of battle.

A bit like the French.

 

Don’t be like the French

 

Courage is contagious, said a man who has spent six years locked in the Venezuelan embassy.

He hasn’t seen his kids, which is something I can relate to, or the sun, or even suitably equipped doctors in many a year. Even the lentil eaters at the UN have decreed that his treatment is unjustifiable.

And all because he exercised free speech and journalism to the embarrassment of our government. Who continue to persecute him.

Now some of those Percys and other Norman lords might have ended up becoming a bit too french had they missed the boat to Hastings. They might have enjoyed the vassalage and over rated wine. And their sons might have ended up facing some uncouth peasants armed with nothing but longbows several generations later.

They chose the right path and became truly noble in nature, rather than merely name.

And so should you.

 

On pain and it’s uses…

An anecdote…

 

Back in 2008 I joined the Territorial Army with the intention of doing a tour of Afghanistan. As a 34 year old unfit computer geek who used to be picked last for almost all sports at school, and one who ran the 100m in close to 20 seconds even when fit, the infantry might have been an odd choice.

I was pretty good at swimming though my sporting prowess in purely physical terms ended there.

Within a year I was on pre-deployment training with a regular unit. And regular infantry units in the British Army are basically composed of young professional athletes who were picked first for sports at school.

To say that I struggled a bit would be an understatement, though whilst the injury rate from the brutal training was high I managed to scrape through. By the skin of my teeth.

And I’ve been pondering upon how…

 

Physical pain

 

Two particular parts of the training stand out. One was bayonet training at Catterick and the other the CO’s phys training late on in the pre-deployment training with the regular unit.

The former had little to do with bayonets. During 4 hours I only recall actually stabbing the straw dummy 5 times. The rest of the time we were crawling across permafrost and a small frozen lake during one of the coldest winters I have experienced, back and forth to a small tree about 300m away.

I think you can tell how tired someone is by how long it takes them to get up from the ground and I vividly recall younger fitter blokes staggering and falling back to the ground upon the call of, “Up!”.

Every time there was a perceived infraction in bayonetery we’d have to run round this tree, hitting the deck and crawling upon the call of, “Grenade!”. Many of these circuits were almost entirely crawled.

And in a course where about 120 blokes started and much less than 40 finished it was the knowledge that my Dad had completed similar beastings to earn his Green Beret that kept me going.

Quitting would have caused me emotional pain, even the thought of it did.

 

The Lake…

 

Nine months later and after months of marches with ever increasing weights on our backs, which resulted in over 5% casualties from serious back injuries alone, we had to complete the CO’s Friday fitness beasting.

As I recall this was about 14 miles up and down around a lake for the entire battalion with 85lbs inclusive of weapon and body armour. The advanced CFT fitness test is 8 miles on the flat with 50lbs… And I had a chest infection.

The 4 companies lead off staggered at half hour intervals and we were last to leave though eventually caught up to Bravos who were an hour ahead, with a great deal of doubling.

I have never been more knackered. Indeed my girlfriend gave me a massage that weekend as I could barely move, though I don’t mind wondering that the screams it produced didn’t result in a visit from the cops!

Both of these pushed me well beyond where I thought my physical limits were.

 

 Looking back though…

 

I think I had an unfair advantage.. Certainly not a superior physique, genetic brilliance, iron will or strength of character… Frankly I’m a pretty average IT geek.

Nope looking back when the intensity of training ramped up to extreme levels my thoughts were elsewhere.

You see a few weeks previously my girlfriend had miscarried. Which destroyed me. My hobby became staring at the floor to the extent that people started to think me a little cuckoo. Withdrawn, depressed and skittish only a few beers of an evening with the barmaid whose best friend had just died seemed to help.

Oh and Scott who had recently experienced similar emotional hardship after losing his penknife.

In addition I was confined to camp for some time, which enraged me as I wanted and needed to be with her. I couldn’t understand why they would confine me to camp…

The intensity of training had all sorts of odd effects upon the blokes with fairly few not displaying some signs of emotional distress. Odd things, often from their past and completely unrelated to their current situation. childhood experiences and old traumas seemed to surface.

Indeed I’d say there was a correlation between how well I perceive that they performed in Afghanistan and this. Those who handled things without any obvious problems simply seemed to have a higher capacity, at least in a military context anyway.

And looking back I wonder whether it was actually the emotional pain which blanked my own physical pain to the extent that I got through things which I had no right to expect, and whether those other blokes that struggled actually needed some emotional pain from their pasts to do similar.

 

Many years later…

 

Whilst the girlfriend had turned into the wife I always knew there had been something wrong about the entire episode. Something didn’t sit right..

And in the middle of one of her hair trigger rages she told me that she hadn’t miscarried but had in fact aborted. As she couldn’t stand the thought of me being killed out there.

Which, rewinding, must have put the Army in a very difficult situation. Help me dodge the immediate bullet of possibly finding out the truth, or letting me face a hail of bullets later.

The former would have been very bad, the latter my responsibility. I think they called it right.

 

Prognostication…

 

So whilst I’m not some body building weirdo or sports star I do wonder whether emotional pain can be used.. Productively.

If you were to do something eminently silly such as going for a run without being paid for it can you run for longer and faster if you concentrate on emotional pain once the lactic acid starts to bite?

Does a skilled Sgt Major with his trusty shouting skills magically enhance the physical attributes of a bunch of blokes? On this I am pretty sure the answer is yes.

Does a skilled Geordie lamenting his beloved penknife have a similar effect? ( note: we were accidentally issued with two! Hence he was not entirely left bereft) This is an absolute certainty and I would hazard that anyone who considers going to war without a skilled Geordie is ill equipped.*

Indeed they say that all humour is based upon pain

Does emotional pain blank the physical in a bloke? And is it the opposite with the fairer sex?

A few experiments seem to indicate so though I would be interested in your own experience of trying out such or observations.

 

*Upon landing in Kandahar on our way to Bastion the tent, ISO container and concrete blast walls which were almost exclusively the building blocks of this vast dust city prompted the observations that, “It’s nicer than Middlesbrough like.”

*In a test of our first aid skills prior to being accepted into service we had a very realistic scenario with fans blowing dust around and someone pretending to be a leg amputee, complete with blood pump etc. Our instructions were to follow the BCD book by the letter, hence when the pretend victim whispered, “Don’t forget to put a dressing on the leg.” said chap said, “Oh right!” and started putting a field dressing on the amputated bit! Course the next line instructed him to reassure the casualty so… It looked as though he was tending to an amputated leg and telling it that it would be fine, just a scratch… Even recounting the story months later produced tears of laughter from the pretend casualty.

 

 

On cucks and cultural Marxism

The urban dictionary defines a cuck thus:

A man who is desperate for acceptance, approval, and affection from women. This desperation has led to the compromise of his beliefs and values, the desecration of his dignity and self-worth, and his inability to stand up for himself and what he deserves as a human being, eg. loyalty, fidelity, and honesty in a romantic relationship.

And we all know at least one of them. Usually the object of great ridicule and mickey taking down the pub but have you ever considered the political significance of the cuck?

Think back to the last time you bothered to watch anything but sport on the TV. Did you notice anything about the male characters whether real life or fictional?

If TV stereotypes are to be believed then you will either be a cuck of some varying degree, or a hapless idiot. Choose to raise a family for instance and the best thing that you can hope for, according to the media, is a Homer Simpson like existence, unless you go full cuck of course.

Dare to be religious and you’ll even get cucks in cassocks showing you the true light of righteousness. Two thousand year old doctrine be damned.

 

The political cuck

 

Whilst #browgate was and is hilarious one can only assume that Canuck stands for Canadian cuck, judging by their choice of leader.

Whilst we await the inevitable South Park episode it’s worth wondering how anyone ever took Justine seriously. How did a population that is presumably about 50% male vote for someone who clearly revels in taking an anti-male stance on any and every issue? And is a colossal asshat to boot?

The answer is simply that he was previously lost in the noise, it would be a challenge to name a single politician under the age of 50 who the word cuck does not apply to. They are however the amateurs, the copy cats of the cuck world.

 

The Great Cuck Repository

 

To find the true eunuchs and leaders of the pack, in an oxymoronic way, one must take to watch Parliamentary TV when a senior civil servant is questioned by a select committee. You can smell the grilled cuck a mile off, despite their shy and secretive nature. For the full virtue signalling, inability to answer a question, complete lack of balls and lickspittle smarminess just look for Knighthoods or other honours.

Whilst once given for acts of manliness it seems that Knighthoods are now either given for paperclip organisation skills or extreme cuckliness beyond the beck and call of feminist duty. Indeed the entire civil service operates as a hugely efficient cuckocracy where the most extreme rise to the top.

And there is a reason for this…

 

Cultural Marxism or the Frankfurt school

 

Most philosophers spend their time thinking of ways to make the world a better place. To make you richer, freer, more successful or your country more powerful. And in a free market place of ideas those philosophers who demonstrably have a track record of such clearly have an advantage.

There are exceptions, but they’re generally a bit French.

The Frankfurt school is different as it takes it’s inspiration from butthurt. Namely the Marxists who successfully created the conditions for the German proletariat to rise up and seize control after the First world War only for the lazy feckless bastards to… not bother.

To compound this butthurt they then went on to choose an Austrian national socialist with a dodgy tache, which didn’t work out too well.

Frankfurt school philosophy therefore resolved that the only aim was to prevent anyone with a dodgy tache taking power. It was and is designed exclusively as an anti-Nazi ideology.

Hence seeing as the old proletariat wasn’t up to the job they had to find a new one. Another group who could more easily be manipulated and who could control the means of production and all that Marxist whatnot. And they did.

 

Out with the old proletariat, in with the new.

 

Whilst your average prole is more interested in getting his end away and the quality and price of beer than politics there is a group of malcontents who are interested in neither.

The paperclip shufflers in every government, admin and HR department. Whilst the local massage parlours may lay mattresses on the pool tables and double time their staff should a new office open, the heady mix of ready cash and low self esteem that characterises the Civil Service is very profitable. Their chances of being distracted otherwise by non paperclip related issues are slim.

And they indirectly control and regulate everything.

Hence rather than having to convince anyone that your ideology is sound or useful you can merely pass it chunk by chunk in pointless EU rules and regulations. Those implementing and enforcing the regulations become Marxists over time purely by dint of their exposure. Those who are particularly susceptible, those who understand it, rise to the top. The cucks.

This is why the Frankfurt school philosophy sits at the heart of the EU. Whilst the civil servants think they work for the Crown they spend the vast majority of their time implementing or enforcing EU rules and regulations. How then are they not a mere extension of the EU Commission?

They love to blame new EU rules for their cockups and bungling but have you ever considered how much time they actually spend figuring out ways to do something despite these rules and regulations?

Take Olly Robbins, the shadowy bureaucrat at the heart of the Brexit fiasco. A committed Marxist even before joining the Civil Service he rose to the top remarkably quickly.

One might even be predisposed to think that his mindset and ideology helped him on his path to promotion.

 

But it’s the politician’s fault!

 

How so? True enough that many act like mere Gauleiters however these tend to be Ministers who are constrained by the advice given by the Senior Civil Servants. The more experienced the minister the more cuckly they become.

Those rules and regulations pass through parliament faster than a dodgy vindaloo and with less scrutiny.

It’s true that the politicians are technically responsible though even that appears to no longer be the case. Take David Davis who resigned recently, the first time he saw the Brexit White Paper was on the morning of the Chequers meeting, along with all the other Ministers.

And he was supposedly the democratically appointed Minister responsible. Difficult to be responsible for something that you haven’t even seen.

The MP’s had to wait a further week.

Hence clearly policy is formed by a cuckly cabal who’ve demonstrated their proclivity to Marxist thought by being promoted to the top.

Frankly this is a constitutional crisis right at the heart of Government, but one conducted mainly in the shadows.

Shame, grace and reputation.

As my last post was about rape probably worth discussing how not to be raped. And no, we won’t be discussing male chastity belts or avoiding areas where a violent homosexual might happen to be lurking. Despite the feminist propaganda, such things are highly unlikely.

First off, if a Perfect Rapist enters your life, and especially if you have a family and children, there is nothing unmanly about running for the hills. Just remember to take your family with you. You wouldn’t be alone, hundreds flee to Southern Ireland every year to get away from the feminist police, the SS, and their abuse.

 

Grace

 

The very antithesis of feminism, one could easily argue that the religions of the last 2000 years have been busily teaching grace in their various ways, and that they only differ in their interpretations of such, only to roll over and die as soon as a blue haired harridan started spouting her filth. That organised religion has abandoned the masses to such a fate should shame them immeasurably. We’ll come back to this.

By grace I am speaking about the mental quality, rather than that of being graceful in movement. Namely the ability to think well of others. Summing the bible up in one line could be done as, “The old Testament showed that laws alone were not enough, to live together people had to embrace grace in their interpersonal dealings.”

There you go, I just saved you a Theology degree. Not that you wanted one.

Feminists however have almost utterly destroyed the concept. And quite deliberately too. If you find a feminist about as sexy as a rotting mackerel then it’s probably because you realise that grace is a function of objective beauty.

Oh and you are sane.

Studies show that conservatives are more attractive, and the retention of grace is a part of this.

So some fucknut is writing a blog telling blokes to be more graceful? Fuck no, I’m saying you should look for it in your women. And here’s why…

 

Reputation

 

Your reputation is important in forming all relationships. Whether friends, family or something more porkable. You were born naked and with no possessions, bar your name. Even your first name came later. If you harm your name you not only harm your wider family, you also make it more difficult to form the sort of relationships you want.

If you want your reputation to be one of a conquistador of women then don’t be surprised if the one you actually really want views you as a human urinal. Then again Mr goody two shoes is unlikely to get much pussy. You makes your choice, but what of when you have no choice?

Let’s say you made the mistake of dating a feminist. You know she hates men but you reckon the power of your pork sword will wow her into admiration and respect.

Yeah….

Feminists one and only identifying feature is a complete lack of grace. Every man is a rapist, every Muslim a gang rapist and every structure, society, alien race or star against them. But you’re different? Please don’t kid yourself.

The one and only guarantee is that she’s slagging you off behind your back. She will be harming your reputation because she is incapable of thinking well of anyone or anything. And that’s before the two of you break up for whatever reason…

Take the hot crazy matrix and realise that even a Unicorn is going to jump occasionally to 10. When they do will they be talking fondly of you?

Now imagine a Tiffany, hairdresser or suchlike. Minus 5 for anyone or thing lacking grace and you’ll be much safer in the long run, no matter how big their tits or bottle blonde their hair.

That bottle blonde who looks as though she spends all her money on cosmetics will be spending your money on them too, and she thinks she’s entitled to do so.

If a women harms your reputation through gossip or deed then dump em. Make it a line in the sand, a boundary. I can guarantee it isn’t the only form of relational aggression she’ll be using.

Play life as a game of enhancing your reputation and you’re on the right track. That means avoiding borderlines, feminists and other scumbags like the plague.

 

Shame

 

Is usually the thing that drives us. To addiction, to success and to self discovery eventually.

Realise that shame will often not be your fault. In the blue pill world you’ll be presented with situations where you have to eat the lesser of two shit sandwiches. Often too.

Being born into a dysfunctional family, especially where you are shamed for your needs, might lead you to either boom or bust. Yep, even those A grade highly achieving twats are probably motivated by shame as well.

If you have an addiction, it’s probably related to some shame that you can’t put your finger on. Porn, video games, work, drugs, beer. Whatever. Some forms of shame indeed are inherited.

More importantly, for the purposes of not being raped, is to avoid anyone who uses shame to control you. Particularly other blokes.

At the end of the day any young dude has been badly let down by his previous generations. Merely in monetary terms a boy born today in the UK saddles his part of £2 trillion of debt, and as blokes work 600 million hours a year to women’s 400 million it’s an unfair share of the burden. Bugger all of that £2 trillion was spent on your future, rather on other people’s pasts.

If he is going to be one of the decreasing number of blokes to go to University he’ll have to go into massive debt and will probably never own his own house. He will spend far less on himself than an equivalent woman does and pay more tax.

If that young dude is a Muslim then he’s going to be blamed for feminism’s crimes, excluded, scapegoated and probably mocked.

Previous generations, even the priesthood themselves, have allowed the antireligion of feminism to hold sway over every aspect of a young dudes life, you’ll do worse in school, probably have to work in a 3D job and face discrimination at every turn.

Don’t let others control you, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t ascribe blame and shame to those who deserve it.