Selling your soul

I don’t watch TV, however my mother does, mainly for “company” as she calls it.

So, now and again I see some TV, and today I saw one of those “cash in the attic” sorts of things.

Basically sad fucks who will do anything to get their faces on the telly, including going through their house to sell some junk at auction.

As many in the MRM have observed, 70% of the sales economy is wimminz discretionary spending, and so at least 70% (more like 100%) of telly is squarely aimed at wimminz… no surprises there.

So, today’s programme of sad wannabe celebritard wannabe fucks… the usual fare apparently, wimminz selling posessions left to them by parents and grandparents, so that they can have a fucking makeover or some such puerile shit.

I have observed this time and time and time again, it seems to be a common theme amongst all wimminz (but tellingly, not amongst women) and that theme is a complete and utter lack of any sentiment of any kind for heirlooms.

I have things from my father, and a lesser amount from my grandfather, some of these things are valuable, and anyone would see the value in them, most of the rest would be described by other people as “crap”, for example tools my father bought when he was an apprentice.

These things are not for sale at any price, and I have at various times ensured that these things are safe and well cared for while I myself could not even put a roof over my own head.

Sure, given enough money I could perhaps find another 1952 Presto tap and die set complete in wooden case, I could even possibly (but doubtfully) buy a modern equivalent of similar quality, but there is no way to buy another set that my dad had held and used.

Contrast this with the wimminz, who would gladly sell this item for a few bucks, and buy some glossy lipstick or face polyfilla.

It’s the same when it comes to naming kids, especially boy children… Men all want to call their kids after their own father and grandfather etc, wimminz want to name them after some pop or film star.

Men just instinctually “get” this progenitor/offspring thing, history and lineage is a man thing, whereas to the wimminz it is completely irrelevant, which is why all the broken families with skank ho’s raising boys are so incredibly fucking toxic to manhood, these little boys have an instinctive desire and need to know their place in the great scheme of things, a desire that their fathers would naturally and instinctually give them, starting with their very names themselves.

Take two boys, they can even be half brothers if you like, one is called John James Cooper, the other is called Jedward Neo Clegg.

John James Cooper’s father was James Cooper, and his grandfather was John Cooper, JJ Cooper has one hell of a head start if he ever tries to trace his family, his history, his ancestry, and since the acorn rarely falls that far from the tree, he has a name appropriate to his ancestry*** hell, he can even tell what trade his ancestors had from his surname.

*** If you study genealogy, you see this time and time again, the same given names and indeed trades and personalities recurring time and time again throughout the genealogical record

Jedward was named after a wannabe “Sadsville’s got talent” telly program contestant, Neo after the fictional character in the Matrix, and Clegg, skank ho mummies maiden name.

JN Clegg has fuck all chance of tracing his family or ancestry, or even of growing into his name like a second skin…. the poor bastard is even going to be a misfit with his own fucking given name, and if that isn’t child abuse of the first order I do not know what is….

My own skank ho ex didn’t even know who was the father of her youngest kids was (I discovered when TSHTF) you know the score, you eat a tin of beans, you don’t know which bean made you fart, so even assuming the skank ho mum actually felt like telling the truth, JN Clegg has a hell of a job tracking down his “deadbeat dad” of a father.

I guess in many ways, I am lucky, and my own “JJ Cooper” is lucky, if he can avoid getting totally fucked up by his filthy lying whore of a mother and makes it to 16 years of age, he won’t have any great difficulty finding and contacting his own “deadbeat dad” (me) and suddenly getting explanations that just fit for all his instincts and behaviour and personality, and find that while for the first 16 years of his life he was indeed a round peg in his filthy lying whore skank ho mum’s stinky square hole, it wasn’t a case of him not fitting in and having a problem, it was a case of her not fitting, and now he finds a history that fits him perfectly.

Even if he has fucked up to a certain extent, such as minor criminal records and drug abuse, this “fitting in” can be enough to save him, because always at the root of recidivism is returning to the same environment, and there is no bigger change in environment possible that going from somewhere you genuinely do not fit, to somewhere you were literally born to be.

“JN Clegg” on the other hand, has no such opportunity, even if he finds his biological dad, his very identity won’t fit, neither his given names nor his surname will fit in, and while he can in theory just change these by deed poll and fit in, every second of his life until then, every single interaction he has had, every single record, every birthday card, EVERYTHING, will have been sent to or done with a name that he no longer has.

JJ Cooper and JN Clegg both form part of the next generation, and frankly speaking it doesn’t take a fucking brain surgeon to work out that both of them are justifiably going to carry around a fucking great chip on their shoulder for the rest of their lives, not just towards wimminz in general, but society and the state as well.

Neither JJ Cooper nor JN Clegg is going to be interested in paying one red cent to support my retirement, my health care, or investing anything in their own long term future and planning for their own retirement. Note well, I am not even going anywhere near the massive state debts that we are leaving these children of today to pay off, or the absence of local manufacturing and production, all of which is only going to contribute to their Fuck The World attitudes.

If we are being callous to the generation of sons that we have abandoned to this future, at least we have some hope that their innate masculinity will mature sufficiently in a few of them, and allow them to rise above the flotsam and jetsam and carve their own path, however, when it come to the generation of mini skank ho’s that we have abandoned to this future, then truly, they will in full be paying for the sins of their skank mothers, skank grandmothers, skank great-grandmothers, as will their own skank daughters and skank grand-daughters.

Cry me a fucking river.

What we as men must do is ensure that the message these mini-skanks get throughout life is not that men are responsible for their plight, but that wimminz are, and that at every opportunity where men tried to put the brakes on, wimminz and niggerz were stomping on the gas pedal for all they were worth, and destroying as many men as they could in the process.

All men did was abandon the sinking shit (not a typo) because frankly someone had to, in order that there were actually some survivors around to build the next society.