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Bukowski on Women

Bukowski House

Charles Bukowski knew the inconvenient truths now discussed in the manosphere

Known for his gritty realism, Charles Bukowski told the truth about women before telling the truth about them was cool. An excellent illustration of his grasp on the behavior of women came in this famous video clip of an argument he had with a whorish Anglobitch he was dating and then later married. (Unfortunately. My guess is she manipulated him into marriage so she could extract his fortune after his death.)

The Buck had this interchange with the skank in front of cameras interviewing him for Italian television. He was pissed about her staying out whoring around every night, and the simmering tension eventually boiled over. It ends with him kicking her off the couch. It’s a golden moment illustrating the reality of male/female relations in that we get to see both a Realtalk author giving us the play by play of Anglobitch behavior while watching her maneuver to manipulate the argument to her advantage.

It resonates with me because as a former good guy turned ZFG world roaming naughty nomad, I feel Bukoswki is absolutely right with everything he says. The truth comes flowing from Bukowski in the first paragraph out of his mouth:

BUKOWSKI: I’ve always been used because I’m a good guy. Women when they meet me, they say, “I can use this son of a bitch. I can push him around, he’s an easy going guy.” So they do it. But you know finally I get to resent it a bit.

This is exactly how women behave towards nice guys. It rises to a self-evident truth. As soon as he drops a truth bomb in her face, immediately her attempt at manipulation begins:

ANGLOBITCH: What do you resent?

BUKOWSKI: Just being pushed.


BUKOWSKI: Yeah. Just being pushed.

ANGLOBITCH: Why do you let yourself be pushed by this kind of shit, you idiot? Why do you allow yourself to be pushed by this sort of thing?

Notice the dissimulation here. She’s both denying she’s pushing him around (when that’s exactly what she’s doing) and conducting a shit test at the same time.

BUKOWSKI: I’ve told you a thousand times to leave, you won’t leave. I told you I’m going to get an attorney to get you to leave.

Women constantly change the subject to play cat and mouse during arguments. Consider it the equivalent of a squid squirting ink into the water to confuse its prey.

ANGLOBITCH: Now wait, that doesn’t have anything to do with it. Why do you continually allow yourself to be pushed?

BUKOWSKI: Because I’m kind hearted. I give the other person another chance.

Women love manipulating nice guys who have a fat wallet. They’re easy marks for The Predatory Female. But Bukowski was onto her game.


BUKOWSKI: Mmm hmm. I’ve given you dozens of chances, but you keep pushing and pushing. And you keep laughing at me. That’s why I’m gonna tell you, I’m getting an attorney and I’m getting your ass moved out of here. She thinks I don’t have the guts, she thinks I can’t live without her. I can have your ass out of here so bright and so fast with a Jewish attorney, you’re going to feel like your ass is skinned, baby. You think you’re the last women on earth that I can get?

Apparently her behavior, carousing around with different men and staying out until 3 a.m. each morning was something Bukowski was supposed to accept. After all, he was a big Beta Bucks prize after becoming a successful author, but she was still craving her Alpha Fucks. She goes on dissimulating:

ANGLOBITCH: I guess I’ve never thought about it.

BUKOWSKI: Yeah, well, you better start thinking. I’m turning you over to the next.

ANGLOBITCH: The next what?

When women start playing dumb they’re trying to slow down the momentum of the conversation and take control.

BUKOWSKI: The next guy. He can have you. I won’t be the least bit jealous. With your bullshit, all your goddamn staying out every night bullshit. I don’t need the kind of woman you are.

Indeed, women are, to average kind-hearted good guy opportunistic, parasitic infections. They want your resources but nothing else about you. Bukowski knew it, and he wrote in his book Women:

The male, for all his bravado and exploration, is the loyal one, the one who generally feels love. The female is skilled at betrayal and torture and damnation.

I of course, realized this too late in life to be redeemed. The nearly four decades of abuse from literally hundreds of relationships (me ending most of them) has made caring about women that way I used to irredeemable to me.

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Living for the Day


After seeing what’s really going on in the world, a new philosophy is born in which those who can see start living for the day as it all comes tumbling down

Humanity is in decline. Possibly, its final decline. Unless Anglo cultural assimilation of the world’s peoples is stopped.

It’s all too easy to see the world heading in the wrong direction for those not caught up in the noise and confusion of the world. Those men who endeavor to see beyond the illusions of society, those who do not think being able to make consumer purchases is the pinnacle of existence.

The truth of a society in decline is self-evident for anyone living in Anglo America. Women and men – natural partners – can’t stand each other. The almost total domination of the human mind by propaganda machines. The increasing vivisection of human behavior and activity by electronic tyranny. The genesis of a new world order of human beings molded into shopping and eating machines from birth, rather than human beings with souls and higher aspirations.

Anglo America is leading the way into the abyss with its imperial tentacles spanning the globe. Based on a decade of research, freethinking, and thought experiments, I have formulated a plausible hypothesis which makes a number of illusion-shattering claims about the present state of the world. Where we’ve been, we’re at, and where we’re headed.

Unfortunately, it’s all too easy to fool the Kool-Aid drinkers (i.e. sheeple) of society. They’ve been fooled for thousands of years by merchants, politicians, and priests. So, naturally they’ll attack these ideas with a vengeance to protect the illusion they have about their lives, even as in reality their entire lives are taken away from them by the shepherds they defend. The ad hominem brigade will be quick to rush in and start throwing out their petty, cheap “You’re crazy!” attacks without rationally analyzing the claims. But we must not let them stop our fearless search for the truth.

After I return to my haven abroad this fall, I will begin to detail what my research into the matter has revealed. The crust of the theory is banking institutions have thirsted for total power and control for centuries, and are on the cusp of totally dominating every aspect of human existence. Some key points follow:

  • The U.S. won its independence – but did it lose the war? European banking interests continued to manipulate the nation right on through the 1800s and into the present day. Those who control the money supply influence society far more than government officials.
  • Evidence mounts control for the fledgling United States in the days of Washington, Jefferson, Monroe and Madison was very much a struggle between the new government and insidious financial interests. The struggle climaxes with Jackson destroying the central bank only to find himself staring down an assassin’s gun (which misfires). But, the central bank arises again at a later date.
  • Did both Lincoln and JFK lose their lives for going up against the bankers? There is evidence the Rothschilds funded both sides of the Civil War, and when Lincoln started printing greenbacks rather than using central bank currency, some say he signed his own death warrant. JFK similarly was targeted for going up against the Federal Reserve.
  • Spengler reinforces the idea of democracy as a struggle for power between the people’s government and moneyed interests.
  • Financial interests are also implicated in the destruction of women and family via feminism, as the testimony of Academy Award winning filmmaker and candidate for governor of Nevada, the late Aaron Russo reveals the Rockefeller family funded women’s liberation as an assault on women and family. It also cut labor costs as it doubled the supply of labor while doubling the number of people governments could tax.
  • Was 9/11 a fait accompli organized by the banking cartels and dropped into President Bush’s lap on 9/11? Were they able to conceal the attack using compartmentalization of information (previously detailed by TNMM) which has been used by governments since Greek times as a technique to carry out so-called conspiracy theories in broad daylight? Of course, 9/11 is the linchpin in the current paradigm of citizens exchanging freedom for the illusion of security.
  • How soon will RFID impants become mandatory and cash eliminated, giving the banking industry and government total control over human life?
  • What does the situation look like to a man comparing and contrasting the tattered social fabric of Anglo society with societies in the rest of the world, especially those least influenced by the West?
  • Is society being socially engineered so there are only classes of owners and sexless, powerless worker drones in the future? Will this lead to human extinction?

These are some of the biggest, boldest, most novel ideas behind our search for The Truth About the World mission of TNMM.

Incidentally, these questions and the answers I pose provide a philosophical foundation for living for the day and unapologetically enjoying the last days of freedom in the world. For once the entire world becomes the dystopia modern America is, any man who wishes to live with passion, imagination, and freedom will find himself a lost cause.

Far from ascending to a shining city on a hill, those who know the difference, i.e. rational, worldly men will find themselves sliding into a dark abyss as globalization proceeds and sterilizes true diversity of thought, behavior, and culture on this planet.

Meantime, knowing it’s all falling apart for the individual, the free man, I’ll continue living for the day in those places not yet afflicted by the myopia of Anglo culture and writing about my adventures right here. Fighting to control my own destiny and make my own choices in life rather than living out the tired, oppressive live scripts everyone else worships.

Stay tuned.

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I Am a Runaway Slave


I cannot live a life bereft of passion, imagination, control, creativity and joy – no matter how many chains corporate America attaches to me

I knew something was wrong my entire life. Through a process of painful awakenings in my late 20s and early 30s after swallowing a jagged little Red Pill, I realized I was a slave. A slave living in a Gilded Cage. Living in a culture of death as so brilliantly described by Rookh Kshatriya:

The true Anglo-American ontological ‘self’ seems to have a very pronounced alignment to Thanatos – in some respects, it seems hostile to life itself. And maybe religious puritanism did mask this for a time. Consider the Anglosphere’s unstinting support for sexual deviance of all kinds – the LGBTXYZ brigade are worshipped in this culture – yet prostitution, PUA culture, sex tourism and other forms of heterosexual activity are viewed as evils to be prohibited. Is this tendency somehow linked to the fact that only heterosexual activity can beget life, which Anglo culture subconsciously detests? The Anglo female’s unholy appetite for abortion also seems to reflect this ‘culture of death’ that increasingly defines the Anglo-American world.

However, how and why did such a dysfunctional and self-destructive mindset ever evolve, either culturally or biologically? Perhaps patriarchal religious puritanism was the limiting factor, as you suggest: and when feminist secular puritanism supplanted religion, it unleashed this self-destructive love of death in all its forms. I recall the Pope suggesting that the United States was presently gripped by a culture of death. However, it is difficult to determine how and why such a barren, nihilistic instinct ever arose on such a mass scale in the first place.

Indeed, it is a hateful place to the freethinking man. His entire life script already planned out for him by social engineers tainted with their worship of this culture of death, and devising various, new means and ways to make their prison of the mind an invisible, vivisecting prison of the body and soul, as well.

I had been cast into debt peonage by America’s great system – the same system it tries to sell, nay force upon the world as some sort of shining light on a hill. I was told buying things was my ticket to happiness. But endless consumption of material goods and ersatz food left me financially and physically obese. (I’ve since lost the financial and physical fat after abandoning Anglo culture for a culture that celebrates life – Latin culture.)

I had everything I ever wanted materially, everything I was supposed to have. From the outside, I looked like a huge success. The Up By the Bootstraps guy, who clawed his way out of poverty to become an Emmy-award winning “TV star” on the news. But only I knew the emptiness of it all, as I had to see my life from the inside and everyone else only saw it from the outside.

Having been in the throes of financial bondage caused by this system my entire life, from my impoverished upbringing to clawing my way into a middle class existence across 20+ years of labor only to wind up with nothing to show for it except half a lifetime of exploitation, I now see this system as nothing more than a rigged game. The only way to win is not to play. I’ve done the math. There’s simply no way to win. It’s a system designed to catch men in the cogs of cyclical consumption, and never let them out of the gears. To have them spend half a century spending money they don’t have, on things they don’t need, to impress people they don’t like.

“You win the consumption award! Yay!”

What the fuck? The insanity of dehumanizing a man in this manner is not acceptable for a free spirit, and someone who can’t blindly follow orders just to meet a mandate. Everyone benefited from this existence except me. Some days, I literally wanted to die. I thought, “Seriously, is this the best it gets? It can’t be. I’m so miserable.” I couldn’t take having all the hours of my life controlled and exploited by it any longer as it doled out little material rewards and endless “upgrades” for my participation. Two to three weeks a year to do what I wanted to do was just not enough, as they told me how “lucky” I was to have paid vacation. What?

Making matters worse, women in Anglo America are terrible. There’s just no other way to describe it. Having been to nearly all 50 states, every major city, and having walked among the high and low castes of society I can assure you they’re terrible everywhere. Fat as horses. Entitled. Demanding. Bitchy. Arrogant. Condescending. Women who consider themselves the holders of the sacred pink anatomy. Tattoos on their bodies and their souls. Whether or not they have tats, as a man, in their eyes you are nothing but an expendable creature that thinks with its cock.

“Better entertain me and let me financially exploit you if you want to even have a chance of winning the sexual lottery and convincing me to let you sample this pale tail.” That’s their attitude towards men.

All this had to change. And it did. But not without a total lifestyle redesign.

How did I escape a life on the plantation?

First, I clawed my way out of debt, since my thirst for their money to make endless payments was what was enslaving me in the first place. Second, I saved money like mad. Third, I finally got the balls to figuratively tell my employer to go fuck himself after my workweek increased to 50-60 hours as “the new norm” (says who motherfuckers?) and they trotted in a big titty bitch as my replacement in waiting, just waiting until the end of my contract to replace me On The Air.

I wasn’t going to be treated like this by this system anymore. Played games with. Dealt impossible hands at the poker table. Treated like a villain for being a man. Left to pick up the pieces and clean up the ashes when spreadsheet man decided this human resource was costing too much money. I became a runaway slave from the corporate plantation.

And I’m running as hard as I can, like a gazelle trying to escape a predator as I take in experiences in life I was never supposed to have, all my days planned out for me from the time I entered kindergarten to the time I finished college to the time the system figures I’d no longer be profitable for it, and discards me with a joke of a 401k just before I die.

I am not wasting time. I am nourishing my soul for the first time in my entire life. I am running my ass off to live as much life as I can. Sweet freedom! I had a lot of pent-up energy when I decided to become a runaway slave. Besides teaching myself how to drive a motorcycle, and loving it, in the past 18 months since I left the corporate plantation I have:

  • Lived abroad for a full year, without a doubt the best year of my entire life
  • Learned how to drive a big rig
  • Been to 47 states and counting
  • Visited every major city in the United States
  • Spent a full month in SE Asia
  • Drank and smoked cigars
  • Tried cocaine (and didn’t get addicted)
  • Smoked marijuana (and didn’t get addicted)
  • Repeatedly banged one of my favorite dark-skinned women while high on coke – this ranks as one of the top experiences in my entire life
  • Been to the Bunny Ranch in Nevada
  • Been to Boystown in Mexico
  • Been to Walking Street in Thailand
  • Banged dozens of non-pro chicks – Latina, Asian, and black (it’s a personal preference, but white chicks just don’t do anything for me anymore…it’s their arrogance, frigidity, and bland features)
  • Started this blog, which has now reached 1 million hits
  • Published two eBooks featuring compilations of my articles as a trial…have now decided to write some originals
  • Polished my Spanish skills even further
  • Started working on a third language
  • Written daily
  • Lived minimalistically, having designed a rich lifestyle in which the average man can live like a rock star for less than $20,000 a year (will be detailed in coming blog articles and a book)
  • Am anxiously awaiting to run off the plantation this fall and live another exciting, personally fulfilling 6 months, year, or two years abroad

And I’m just getting started. Believe me, the more mountains I climb, the more confidence I have in myself and my message. The more risks I take, the more exciting my life becomes. I was numb and in misery my entire life up until I decided to walk away from everything I knew…life as another college-educated farm animal lost in endless hierarchies in corporate America.

I’m not just doing this for myself. I’m doing it for all you guys out there who know you’re getting fucked but don’t know what to do about it. I’m running as hard as I can, for there’s nothing I fear more than being captured, and forced to return to the plantation. I literally have nightmares about it sometimes. I know I’m not doing anything wrong, but I know men like me are not supposed to be living this well and a culture that hates men will stop at nothing to take it all away from me. I think I’d rather be executed than live that servile existence again, bereft of passion, imagination, control, creativity, and joy.

I feel alive for the first time in my entire life. I’m running towards the symphonies in life and away from the darkness of the mainstream media that sucked the life out of my soul for so many years.

More to come. I’m going skydiving soon.

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Estranged: Ghosting on the Road


An update from The Big Apple

You haven’t lived on the wild side until you’ve taken a 70-ft long, 40 ton vehicle into the heart of the concrete jungle known as New York City. It is a wild ride. Don’t make a wrong turn is the advice. There’s a thought that’s occurred to me while I’m here, enjoying some awesome food at the Truck Stop Diner just across from Manhattan in eastern New Jersey.

I am hopelessly estranged from America.

I’ve returned to ghosting while I’m on the road, as strip clubs don’t really do anything for me, brothels are too expensive and only offered in Nevada, and online dating is a tragic comedy unless you’re into fat and sassy land whales. There’s really nothing for me to do except work and save my money because everything in the States is becoming too expensive for the average person to enjoy.

An example: a crappy Big Mac meal now runs a man almost $12 at the travel centers along the toll roads we cruise up and down. The same meal was $2.99 when I worked at McDonald’s as a poor teenager 20 years ago. The price of the meal has gone up, but wages for the average worker haven’t kept pace.

I’ve traveled to nearly all 50 states in my 18-wheeler in the past 6 months, and yet there’s nothing here for me. Really. I’d be gone already except I need to meet my financial goals in order to enjoy life abroad, outside The Anglo-American Matrix. I feel the emptiness that drove me away from America slowly returning as I realize there is nothing to do but feed machines and live a solitary life in a place that pretends to be social on the outside but in reality is one of the most anti-social places on the planet.

I’ve come to realize, I’ve been estranged from this culture from quite a while.

It never intended to offer a man like me a seat at the table, as creative and intelligent men are ostracized from Anglo culture from the time they’re boys in school. Personally, I was identified in third grade as an anomaly, probably because I talked about amplitude and frequency modulation when other kids were talking about G.I. Joe and Barbie. I was placed into the “Gifted” program only to see nothing happen except being able to study at my own pace through third and fourth grade.

Then, I was lumped back into class with the rest of the students and tried to follow the prescriptions the masses are given (go to college and get the magic piece of paper) until I couldn’t stand living like that anymore in my early 30s. It’s nothing but a trap designed to saddle men with debt peonage.

Now, I’m flying by the seat of my pants on a totally new, self-directed adventure, much of which I write about here at TNMM.

But, it isn’t just the mental aspect that estranges me, nor the fact this culture actively marginalizes those who think and reason for themselves rather than following the herd. It’s living in a culture that’s actively trying to de-ball men and boys. There’s no room for masculinity in a toxic, feminized culture. There’s no room for originality or risk-taking in a culture that’s become afraid of its own shadow at the behest of the controllers in the media and politics. Whereas the nation once had role models like James Dean, we now have to look at creatures like Rachel Madcow on MSNBC, held up as some great androgynous figure for everyone to aspire to.

There’s nothing to do except worship at the altar of the sleep-work-spend cycle. That’s for the people who are unfortunate enough to have to work. The welfare class just sleeps and spends. What kind of empty ass existence is that?

What’s more, people here disgust me in a lot of ways. Big, lumbering slobs that have no survival instincts, don’t know how to do anything except shop for garbage they don’t need, shove bad fast food in their face, and talk about their stupid careers like the slaves they are.

All I want is out of the insanity, to leave for a secluded, untouched corner of paradise to be left alone from the dystopia this once great society has become, and live out my days a free man, not a serf on the corporate plantation. To enjoy the simpler pleasures of life like a son and daughter and my choice to do whatever I want with my time each day. Not out of control and exploited in the insane sleep-work-spend cycle everybody else accepts as normal.

The worst part is how hard it is to escape this “free” country. You haven’t realized how anchored you are until you’ve tugged on your tether a bit. The system is set up to make it so you can never leave, just like the lyrics in the Eagles’ Hotel California. It is a system designed to run you into debt, credential you to death, tax you to death, and fine/fee you to death in addition to spending what it can of your paycheck after you get it, i.e. forcing you to either pay into the health care mafia or get fined by the IRS.

It requires supreme self-discipline to stay out of the many, many financial traps it lays for men in their daily lives.

I seldom leave my truck these days, knowing I can’t passively accept life in The Anglo-American Matrix, spending my hard-earned money here knowing there’s something better for me out there in virtually every direction a man might go. I don’t want to participate in this social engineering experiment any longer. I’ll just be a citizen turned migrant worker, as this society took my place at the table away a long time ago.

I’ve decided to tough it out through the end of summer. Then, I’ll be leaving again for at least six months, if not one to two years if things go well.

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The Tough-Talking, ‘Murica Loving President: The Acting Role of a Lifetime


Best buddies, then suddenly, worst enemies – a storyline befitting a soap opera

Trump is full of hot air.

That’s the conclusion many are coming to after observing, with an unjaundiced eye, what he’s been doing while in office. Trump has either been compromised by the military-industrial complex and Deep State, or he’s playing the role of a lifetime as scripted for him by the power structure from the beginning.

My hunch is on the latter.

The NBC television star turned President has gone from playing the badass boss on The Apprentice to playing the badass boss of America. Trump’s role is to play the deplorables’ tough-talking, ‘Murica-loving President, appeasing the gelatinous blob of shopping and eating machines known as average voters while the globalist agenda chugs along unnoticed by them – but happening right in front of their myopic eyes. The Don is tasked with keeping them distracted with MAGA, flag-waving, tough-talking homilies while continuing the agenda of the globalists behind the scenes.

Evidence is mounting this New York liberal suddenly turned conservative is doing to the right what Obama did to the left – fool them, cruelly and with stunning sophistry. Just as liberals thought Obama walked on water as he earned Nobel Peace Prizes while dropping bombs, gave them “free” healthcare that in reality cost them the farm, and preached about unity while pursuing policies of racial divide and conquer, conservatives also think Trump walks on water.

His signature campaign promise – the border wall – is, at best, in limbo. Notice Trump doesn’t talk about it anymore. He promised to “repeal and replace” Obamacare, then did a victory lap when a RINO Congress only polished the turd known as Obamacare. He said he was a globalist (and a nationalist – huh?) in late April. He convinced conservatives they won by pulling out of the Paris global warming accords but the hidden truth is he’s only renegotiating the deal on global taxation and wealth redistribution. He’s going to be rewarding Silicon Valley with more H1B visas, lowering wages for the American worker and bringing in even more immigrants. The techies, who bashed The Don relentlessly during the campaign just came out of George Soros-linked Jared Kushner’s office singing his praises. Trump’s military just shot down a Syrian aircraft fighting ISIS, riling Russia and making it even more obvious than it already was the US is playing the War on Terror from both sides.

Yet, you talk to the average Trump supporter and they’re oblivious about any of this. They only see the shadows on the wall in Plato’s cave, never the puppet masters. They cling to the cult of personality around Trump with Jesus-like fervor.

All I know is, there’s a gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach about this character. I didn’t vote in 2016 for either candidate. I am prouder of that decision now than ever before. Something just seemed “too good to be true” about Trump falling out of the sky to give a last minute, Hail Mary touchdown victory to the average American wanting to see their country maintain its sovereignty and stop its further slide into  becoming the modern day polyglot boarding house Teddy Roosevelt warned about.

Let’s do a thought experiment. Remember, just weeks before Trump announced his candidacy he had a hush-hush, closed door, secret meeting with Bill Clinton. One could imagine their discussion going something like this.

Bill: “The power structure has seen you like acting, Don. You’ve had a successful series on NBC playing the tough-talking boss. But now, you have the opportunity to land the acting role of a lifetime.”

Don: “Beautiful, it’s just beautiful. The show The Apprentice was beautiful, and what I think you’re getting ready to tell me is beautiful.”

Bill: “How would you like to play the tough-talking President? The plan for the next election is to reword Hope and Change into something like Make America Great Again. Those phrases poll well with the rabble out there. And you get to be the actor. Best of all, you get to play the villain in the campaign.”

Don: “That’s tremendous. Just tremendous. I think I could step into that tremendous role.”

Bill: “I envy you, Don. I always wanted to play the bad guy. My globalist friends want you to steam up the deplorables out there, stoking their wildest fantasies. They’ll be so enamored of your tough-talking image and devil-may-care attitude, they’ll never realize what you’re actually doing when it comes to policy.”

And voila, a couple of years later he’s in office and nothing of substance has changed or appears it will change. The Trumpbots are just as clueless as the Obamabots were. As we would say in the news and public relations business, Trump is a master of branding.

People are emotional creatures, not rational ones.

How else does one explain the fact that no matter who we elect, no matter what they say, the same things happen, and nothing changes except window dressing? Don’t expect Trump to Make America Great Again, when in reality, he will do so only in the minds of those who can’t see reality. Meanwhile, the country continues it inexorable decline.

Memo to the clueless American voter: You’ve been had, once again.

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Vox Populi: Anglo Culture Has Literally Become Deadlier than the Vietnam War and Terrorism


Listening to what you have to say

My latest Return of Kings expose on America’s tremendous drug overdose problem, in which I link it to a spiritually dead culture that worships at the altar of garish materialism and novel eatin’ out experiences has sparked a lively conversation. More people are now dying of drug overdoses each year, trying to chemically escape today’s dystopia, than Americans who died during the entirety of the Vietnam War or who die from terrorism.

Here are some of the best comments, and for amusement, a jab someone made followed by a sizzling comeback from an ROK reader.

Michael Ryan ties the problem to liberalism, which certainly is related to the cultural nihilism that permeates modern America and encourages increasing numbers of people to escape the sleep-work-spend cycle through substance abuse.

Modern liberalism offers no future to the young, the modern liberal does not create a happy home for children nor seek a better life for himself, modern liberals just rot on the vine and do their best to make everybody else around them as miserable and pathetic as they are.

This is a good insight, as liberalism has indeed become something of a suicide cult in modern times. It is a creed centered on weakness, self-loathing, and jealousy.

Jolly Joker agreed with Ryan.

It is void and empty. The American way of life for most people is 45 years of work and then die off. There isn’t any American culture. There are no ballroom dances or partying or anything that remotely resembles a traditional or even functional [such as a] we are in it together, fun society.

We all live in a dog eat dog world where libs pile more deadbeats on us. We have our one thanksgiving meal and one Christmas day interrupted by the god of consumerism. We all work 52 weeks a year and if you take a week off your employer looks at you like you don’t have enough work to do. No – society is a complete pile of shit with fat woman on every corner. Religion is gynocentric- and hates the male while making sure females have zero responsibility in any relationship.

What do you have?

-The average marriage lasts 8 years. 50% divorce. 50% are unmarried.
-35% of females are overweight- which means no normal man will want to fuck with a bowl of fat-rolled goo.
-66% of females would rather read a book than fuck their husband.. .

So marriage is basically – 1 x .50 x.35 x.66 … = a 1 in 10 chance of success… thats before you add the bitchy woman or the woman who thinks she can spend you into oblivion.

So, you end up single and do your own thing. MGTOW for life with occasionally fucking women, knowing full well that society is royally fucked and you go down if you don’t take care of yourself.

Sonoran also agrees on the the sad state of cultural affairs in modern America:

The current Anglo culture is truly toxic. I’ve lived in the third world and I noticed the tranquility within me there. Less worries about materialism and about the future. People live for the day and actually know who their neighbors are. Its a joy to see everyone sitting outside in the evening time talking with each other and kids playing.

There is an aspect of loneliness which has led me to certain drugs. I do them VERY infrequently but I use alcohol, psychedelics and will soon be starting testosterone.

Not your typical drugs to get high, but drugs to make you feel more alive in a a dead world.

Of course, not everyone agrees. Chicken Hawk posted a typical, critical response that’s so cliché I’m sure every Red Pill man has been slammed with something like it before:

It’s because they’re a bunch of fucked ass losers like you who can’t get a girlfriend : )

MCGOO posted this delicious comeback:

Whoop whoop! That’s the sound of a White Knight vet firefighter with a fat wife.

Indeed, the “loser who can’t get a girlfriend” ad hominem attack is used so reflexively and so often it’s lost all meaning. It’s a mental version of a spasm. As always, nothing matters to me but searching for the truth. Thanks to all those who contribute to a lively conversation both here and at ROK.

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Where Did All the Good Men Go?


These boots were made for walking, baby

Where did all the good men go? This is one of my favorite questions from today’s Anglobitches. In short, they went AWAY from your fucking asses. I know this one did, but not before he became corrupted from half a lifetime of abuse by predatory American females.

The cleansing process has begun.

I’m so happy some days I can’t contain myself. Even when I’m in Anglo America extracting money from the economy by living on the road driving my Freightliner – to power my lifestyle abroad, of course – a simple chat just screams cultural differences.

Especially the juxtaposition of a foreign girl or girls telling me how much they like my company, how good our sex was, how good our sex will be, how good I make her feel, what she’s going to do for me and cook for me when I come back, alongside looking at the mean-faced, clipped haired women everywhere I travel here in The Matrix.

And I travel all over the nation, so believe me I get a good look at what’s going on socially. I have a keen sense of observation.

Speaking of juxtaposition, I have to work hard to catch a SMV 6 or 7’s short attention span if she’s an American female. But her personality is so predictable and so boring it’s almost cliché in my mind. Most of the time, I know she’s only looking for how much money she can extract from me or what kind of social status she can glean from our association. I know any relationship we have will be a dead end road, and mercenary at that just so I can get some sex which she feels is bestowing some great blessing on me.

And all safeguards must be taken so I don’t knock her up, or it’s 18 years of slavery as women today take the kids and run.

While I chat her up, I also have several foreign woman alongside her (SMV 7+) in my tablet. They’re thinner, fun to talk to, like being female, and bring joy into my life. They view sex as a normal part of life, something men and women both enjoy doing.  If I were to enter a relationship with them, and she became pregnant, I know there’s an excellent chance she’d want me in her and the baby’s life and wouldn’t dispose of me like yesterday’s trash. They want me and not my wallet in their life. See the difference?

What has this done for me psychologically?

Experiences like these make me realize I do have value as a man and that I was treated like a dog by American women for half a lifetime. No mas. I’ve realized it was never me that was the problem. My adventures outside the feminazi plantation (aka the USA) have shown me it was the women who were to blame for my loneliness and growing resentment of women, not me.

Wherever I go, whether it be Asia or Latin America, male/female relations are not nearly as mercenary as they are in America. The vibe feels natural. When I talk to a chick, I like being a man and she likes being a woman, we aren’t trying to reinvent the wheel when it comes to how the sexes relate to one another, and things just flow so smoothly.

That said, this isn’t because of the women themselves but the culture they’re acclimated to. The culture in Anglo America stinks to high heaven. For some reason, white women seem predisposed to misandry and have a higher dose of Penis Envy than women from other cultures. Perhaps that’s why feminism took root in this culture first.

The importance of culture cannot be emphasized enough. Traditional cultures work, and those that constantly try to pit men and women against each other are doomed to failure. That’s sort of why whites are dying off and their nations are being conquered around the world. They became so effete and so “advanced” they forgot their biology and their humanity.

What can I do but abandon the insanity?

I know one man who won’t be slaving away anymore in a society that hates him, chastises him, and treats him like an expendable utility object. No, I’m going somewhere I’m treated with respect and dignity. And I’m taking the money I earn while I’m here with me.

Have fun at those JOBS, ladies. You won’t have this man or his labor to kick around anymore.

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