Thread: Another day has passed.

Another day has passed and women have contributed nothing.All across the globe the messes they have made this day have hopefully been cleaned up.They have all spoken their millionth word of the day but really said nothing.All their daily heart breaking has been done.Again at the end of the day I am alone.Their big talk has been done this day but again it was just that .Talk.Just like the shit in the toilet.It has been flushed.But tommorow will be the same.

"Slacktivism" the art of protesting about something but never actually doing anything to fix the problem the person is protesting about.

Or my fave quote "What do we want? We don't know! When do we want it, NOW!"

Originally Posted by Morlock

"Slacktivism" the art of protesting about something but never actually doing anything to fix the problem the person is protesting about.

Or my fave quote "What do we want? We don't know! When do we want it, NOW!"

Reminds me of the 60s.

Women don't contribute to society in any meaningful way. In fact, they are a net drain on society; they cost more than they produce. This is why all the great societies in history were built and maintained by men, while women were left at home with one important task; take care of and help raise the children. Well, now they can't even get that right.

Complete and utter failures doesn't even begin to describe them. GYOW.

The problem lies in the definition of "meaningful." We all know what the word means.

However, millions of people think the word means one or more of the following:

• Likes
• Hits
• Subscribes
• Retweets
• Appearances on one of the propagandist news networks

Add all those things up, and you get... nothing. Just binary bits changed from zero to one (or the reverse) in a computer database in some unknown location, or a 30-second video everyone will forget after the tenth new text message comes in on the $900 smartphone.

Yuh. That sure is meaningful.

Originally Posted by kru-kut

The problem lies in the definition of "meaningful." We all know what the word means.


Yuh. That sure is meaningful.

Ultimately it is questionable whether anything fundamentally "meaningful" truly exists given the ephemeral nature of our world and our existence. Some people believe in building/creating a legacy, but does it truly matter whether you're remembered or not? You won't be around to enjoy it anyway, so why bother with a legacy? And if you do not have a legacy, what remains of you but a little bit of dirt?

Originally Posted by Aintdealingwithyoshit

Ultimately it is questionable whether anything fundamentally "meaningful" truly exists given the ephemeral nature of our world and our existence. Some people believe in building/creating a legacy, but does it truly matter whether you're remembered or not? You won't be around to enjoy it anyway, so why bother with a legacy? And if you do not have a legacy, what remains of you but a little bit of dirt?

While I enjoy peoples reaction when they get an unexpected windfall, that's the minor reason for my helping them out. The big reason is for me.


When it comes time for me to leave this life, there's going to be a hundred people who'd say that's too bad, the crazy bastard helped me when he didn't have to. Now if I'd been a shit, and all those people went "frog croaked? Well no great loss there." Somehow, I think that would make dying harder if nobody cared, or worse yet, were happy to see me go.

Prop me up beside the juke box when I die and play me some Joe Diffie!

Originally Posted by frog

While I enjoy peoples reaction when they get an unexpected windfall, that's the minor reason for my helping them out. The big reason is for me.


When it comes time for me to leave this life, there's going to be a hundred people who'd say that's too bad, the crazy bastard helped me when he didn't have to. Now if I'd been a shit, and all those people went "frog croaked? Well no great loss there." Somehow, I think that would make dying harder if nobody cared, or worse yet, were happy to see me go.

One of my favorite movie scenes is Johnny Nolan's funeral in "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn." Perfect illustration of your point.

Originally Posted by frog

While I enjoy peoples reaction when they get an unexpected windfall, that's the minor reason for my helping them out. The big reason is for me.


When it comes time for me to leave this life, there's going to be a hundred people who'd say that's too bad, the crazy bastard helped me when he didn't have to. Now if I'd been a shit, and all those people went "frog croaked? Well no great loss there." Somehow, I think that would make dying harder if nobody cared, or worse yet, were happy to see me go.

If that's something that matters to you, that's all the reason you need to do it imo.

After digesting The Red Pill™️ and reprogramming myself, I don’t give two shits what women are up too.

The only time I care about a woman now is when I want to fuck, and then it’s just acting like I care. Modern women, of my generation anyways (I’m 40), have been feral most of their lives. They missed out on building their personalities when they were young. They don’t care about anyone but themselves and there’s no fixxing it now. I tinker with younger, more malleable broads...I have to accept that they will get turned off by my aging pretty quick if I don’t maintain the illusion...And try to always stay ahead of them in the game of life...

We are all temporary anyways. I’ve deduced that what biblical teaching provides as the “meaning of life”: Be thankful for what you have, enjoy it, and spread the gospel (another word for truth).

I decided years ago to re-invent myself and figure out how to enjoy life. Right now, although I’m not rich, I am wealthy. Wealth means always having the means to provide for oneself and dammit, I’ve diversified my work experience, survival skills, and interests, and limited my obligations, to where I am about as free as a man can be without being rich...

I can pickup, move, and start over at any given time if I need to but, it just so happens that I enjoy my occupation and am currently planning my future.

There are so many options in this world that a man can find happiness in yet, the one that we are all sold since birth, women, is almost a certain agony...

Fuck the Life Script™️