Back when I was a kid and there were no fat bastards visible in school photographs, you had the odd kid in every year who was a little overweight, that kid was always “fatso” or some variation on this, and then when there was National Service the fat kid was the one who couldn’t get over the wall on the obstacle course, and as a result received a ton of abuse from everyone else.
So we went from men who ran away to sea for the Battle of Jutland in WW1, who were re-enlisted into the wavy navy and torpedoed (and sank) THREE separate fucking times on the Murmansk run on tankers in WW2, and lived to tell the tale, whose five kids were ALL in the services in WW2, who come home from one torpedoing to be handed a white fucking feather by some skank ho cunt within 24 hours of getting back on dry land. (this is an actual true story)
Because you see much of the “men moderating other men’s behaviour” was still very much in play, snapping the skank ho cunts neck, which she richly deserved, would have resulted in his own demise at the hands of other men.
But, post WW2, millions of men came home to countries that discarded them, in the USA some of these guys said fuck it, bought surplus sidevalve harleys and formed what later became bike clubs.
Lots of those who came back in the UK found wives who were pregnant with other men’s kids, those in protected trades, civil servants, and other men home on leave from the front.
And then the rot really set in, when all the commies and socialists established themselves in the Technical Colleges and Universities, and they themselves gave rise to the whole socialist teacher thing, who gave rise so socialist students, who themselves became teachers, and everyone turned into a bleeding heart pansy.
Men’s moderation of other men’s behaviour was increasingly curtailed, as was women’s moderations of young wimminz behaviour, and then along came the contraceptive pill.
Men’s role and ability to instil discipline and order within their own homes and families was steadily eroded, if we brought back 1950’s style National Service now, instead of one fat bastard who couldn’t get over the wall on the obstacle course, there would be one slim bastard who could, and everyone else would be suing Corporal Marsh for abusing them and making them cry like the babies they are.
Saying “No, we don’t have the fucking money for you to have your own new car, go to the hairdressers every week, your own store card and three fucking foreign holidays a year” is now considered such serious “abuse” that it is worthy of divorce and loss of all your assets and children, but you still get to pay.
Last week on PoF some rode hard 40 year old psycho skank ho says to me that she is looking for a rich man to spend all his money on her, I laugh and say meanwhile back in the real fucking world…. fuck it, even if I was interested in paying for it I could get three 16 year old sluts for what this 40 year old slut would expect me to spend on her, what with her acquired tasted and elevated self worth.
Meanwhile there is a link on Zerohedge to a guy who lived through the Bosnian thing commenting in a preppers forum, talking about a tin of corned beef buying wives and daughters for a couple of hours, a bic lighter being worth more than an ounce of gold, and a car battery being worth two rifles and some ammo… of yeah, and a bar of soap and antibiotics worth so much they were never traded for anything, ever, because they really were life and death possessions.
Oh yeah, if ANYONE else thought you had a stash, you got dead real quick.
Without fucking exception, guys who have lived through this shit all say the same fucking two things;
1/ TSHTF *real* soon after everyone started saying everything was all right now and we were past the worst of it.
2/ Today’s enemies were yesterday’s friends.
So today in summer 2012 in the western world there is more debt floating around than you can possibly imagine, so much debt that simply wiping 90% of it out still won’t balance the books, so we really have two fucking options.
1/ Wipe the debt out TOTALLY, which means simply erasing all currencies and banks worldwide. Game over.
2/ Don’t wipe the debt out, which means a mixture of indentured servitude, Weimar republic style devaluation, and something to replace commerce in the interim, e.g. nationalisation of assets and then war and seizure of assets.
Economists have known for decades that a married man with a stay at home wife raising the kids is more productive (production includes consumption, it is nett) than a divorced dad or single man PLUS a single mum, for starters it is one home to run…
Plus those of us old enough to remember a different way are now at or approaching retirement age, I may still be able to work a modern 20 year old man into the ground, but I am not a patch on what I used to be, so the only way out is to offer me the Master (/Apprentice) role in charge of a bunch of young men, who, unless I can be Corporal Marsh will just cry and run away.
Those who are prepared to put up with Corporal Marsh are the young guns, the young MGTOW, they know the fucking score, but assholes to you if you think they are going to share the fruits of their labour with anyone else, especially wimminz…. why share when a tin of out of date corned beef will get you any wimminz you like for a couple of hours…
If you don’t have a TRADE, a SKILL, such as mechanic, plumber, carpenter, medic, road builder, electrician, etc, then you are just going to be cannon fodder along with the buggy whip makers and nail technicians and hairdressers.