Wednesday, June 18, 2014

I need a beer...

...or I need to stop drinking entirely and go back to reading a lot more. Maybe download some of those "Free Science Books" and see if I can revive some of the brain cells I've pickled over the years with booze. This "couple beers every few months" shit is for the birds.

Where did that phrase ever come from anyway?

Had my first femitroll. *sniff* My first.....such a fond memory. Not. I will say that I agree with it on one thing though: MRAs ARE fuckin clowns. Rat bastard scabs. Stop scabbing you fucking scabs! Why in the hell would you want to 'fix' the problems between men and women? You're seeing them without the mask. You finally get to see what horrible creatures they truly are. They are without shame, or morals, honor, or integrity. Truth means nothing to them. The only thing that matters, the only question they ever ask, is "What benefits me the most at this particular instant?"

And you want to reach some kind of deal with them? Piss on that.

 You're basically asking to go BACK on the plantation. You want chains that weigh a little bit less and are maybe plated with silver or gold. Pretty chains.

They're still chains.

I got the chain off my neck, and I don't want it back on. IDGAF HOW light it is, or what it's made out of. I. Don't. Want. It.

Wake up to reality, chum(p)s: the past that you long for, it's not just dead. It never was in the first place. It's ALWAYS been like this, only before, there was at least lip service paid to the guys that were getting slaughtered in the banksters' wars, or getting crushed by heavy equipment, buried in mine cave-ins, or otherwise maimed and killed, and all to 'support their family' or keep them safe or somesuch nonsense and bulldrek.

The past that you wish were still here? Women cheated just as much, and there was no way to know if that kid was yours unless it was a different color. DNA testing didn't exist.

They still would spread for any thug that came along, and it was a lot easier to not get caught since they weren't bragging about their sexploits on Twitter or Fakebook.

Men were work donkeys, cannon fodder, walking wallets, and mobile sperm banks (if you were one of the aforementioned thugs).

Just like today.

Only now, there isn't even lip service paid to pretty much anything we do. Father's Day is for single mothers, pulling double duty....yeah, and they're doing it because they either were bedded by a thug who they couldn't have possibly thought for a second was going to stick around, or they pulled the eject lever for their cash and prizes courtesy of The State and kicked the child's father out of their life.

With, of course, the rare exception of widows. There ARE some exceptions out there.

And people wonder why some of us withdraw from society to whatever extent possible, and don't interact with women unless it's absolutely necessary.

On a lighter note....

Sealed in a stamped and addressed envelope right now is the final payment for one of the debts that I got left with from my marriage and divorce. I'm making progress.

I set a goal for myself this year: $15k above and beyond my normal monthly payments on the various debts I have. I've still got about $11k to go. Really that shouldn't be a problem. It's not like I'm out dropping my entire paycheck in a casino or strip club or something. Hell, usually when payday comes I still have most of my last check in the bank.

Let's assume that on top of meeting this goal that I've set for myself, I also manage to sell a property that I own. By this time next year, I can be debt-free. Or, perhaps, have a credit card with a low maximum and be on my way to repairing my credit.

Divorce is expensive because it's worth it. Because. It. Is. Worth. Every. Bloody. Penny.

So next year, I can get started on buying toys. Depending on when I climb out of the hole, I'll probably start with either a four-wheeler or a jet-ski. The four-wheeler would be more practical, since I can use it in winter (esp if I get a track kit for it), but I have to admit there is a certain appeal to tearing from one side of the lake to the other on a jet-ski.

Guess I've got some time to ponder it. Who knows, maybe I'll just get a new car. I've been thinking about a BMW or Mitsubishi.....

Oh, in case you hadn't noticed, I added another blog to the links on the side. "The Venomous Truth". I've only read a little bit so far, but I like it. Check it out when you've the time.

Stay single my friends!