There are a couple of yank expressions that I really like;
- nickel and dimed (to death)
- bait and switch
They aren’t exactly unrelated, and I guess it may be less than pure coincidence that they come from the greatest femitocracy the planet has ever known, because they are in fact pretty much hard-wired into a wimminz DNA.
I can remember a line from a film, I can’t remember the film, or the actors, or anything else, just the line…
Actor A “what are we gonna give Jim for his birthday?”
Actor B “how about VD?”
I can’t give what I don’t have, but the older wimminz get the weaker their immune systems get, so when a wimminz announced it was her birthday I gave her anal / cunt / anal / cunt sex, so she didn’t get VD, but she did get the expected infection / irritation / cramps…. hey bitch, you were the one who told me you could go all night and take anything I could give and still come back for more long after I was shagged out…
So in classic bait and switch the skank is now reconsidering her often stated offer to me to do absolutely anything I want sexually, pause while I cancel my ebay bid on the shetland pony herd, and nickel and diming about how if I really cared about her I wouldn’t expect her to go through all that again….
Got news for you, you only got into my bed on the basis that you claimed you would do “what it said on the tin” when you were telling me how rampant you were, now it turns out that “actual contents may differ from illustration” and that the pictures were “a guide only, batteries not included, not legal in the state of california” I gotta tell you, here is the news…
When you unilaterally change one side of a stated bargain, the guy has two options if he is a man and not a niggerz;
- Declare the contract null and void and walk away.
- Unilaterally alter HIS side of the bargain too.
In this case I’m going with option 2, I know option 1 is only a matter of time, but there is enough mileage left in the beater to go with option 2 for now.
You see, when I become the target of the two phrases that start this post off, as soon as you become a red piller, it is only a matter of time until you sit back and say OK, I see the lesson you are so earnestly trying to teach me, and I understand, and so now I shall practice what you have been practising on me…
Unfortunately for da wimminz, there are not lessons in life that can be un-learned, and I have had the bait and switch, and nickel and dime thing done to me so often, on so many different subjects and aspects of life, that the end result is what you see today, someone who really does not give a flying fuck what difficulties you find in your life, and who is quite content to sit back and let you make all sorts of assumptions about my financial potential, DIY potential, provider potential, dumb schmuck potential, and indeed wimminz, about your own ability to hook me, ensnare me, make me want you, make me love you, make me give a shit about you, or your womb turds, or your house, or your car.
You wimminz who think I am being “helpful” when you present me with your ailing car, your ailing roofing, your ailing computer, and i direct you to my friends, all red pill males themselves, but also tradesmen.
Sure, there guys did indeed rectify your problems, they did indeed do the work well, they did indeed do the work for less (cash money black economy) than whoever you would have found in the yellow pages, but that is mere coincidence, not a mark of a protector or walking schmuck.
I channeled some of your resources away from the usual suspects towards some fellow red pill men…. where it would do some good.
EVERYTHING else is pure coincidence, not design, not the main plan, not the also ran.
But, having been to the lifetime of lessons you wimminz and niggerz have put me through, I am now worldly wise enough to market it to you in terms you use to sell me shit.
And you know what, they were right, nobody easier to sell to than a salesman, nobody easier to con than a conman, nobody easier to sell a dream than those who sell dreams.
In a wider more whole-istic sense, that is how I fucked up with my FRA psycho skank ho ex, I didn’t play it smooth enough or smart enough, so one day she decided that nothing would give her more pleasure than dumping my ass, and then shitting on me as much as humanly possible.
Nowadays I am smarter, and all the skank ho wimminz I fuck honestly believe that they came to the decision that I was not the man they thought I was, time to dump his sad ass and move on to a better bet, with no residual desires to shit on me as much as humanly possible, because the mere act of dumping my ass is sufficient payback.
I get “friendzoned” by every last one of them.
Being a smart cookie, I celebrate that, and only allow two more messages from me to them, along the lines of “well, that’s a shame because I really respect you” and “well if you change your mind babe, you know where I am”
And then I become the true MGTOW / Ghost, I become literally invisible to them in my omega-ness, and the only bad play left is to try to raise myself out of that omega category with them, and to try to stay “friends”, much less rekindle any sexual antics.
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To be *REALLY* clear on this point, the purpose of living in a man cave is not so that the wimminz look at it and think you’ll be delighted to move into their house with them and start picking up all the bills, they will start thinking that, and it is to your advantage at that stage of the game, but that is not the purpose.
The *PURPOSE* of living in a man cave is that NO WIMMINZ WILL EVER FEEL COMFORTABLE THERE, the closest you will get to a compliment is that they can see how a “lonely” single man can find such a pad comfy, but it ain’t a real home, followed by a list of shit on offer at their place that yours does not have…. no mention made of the shit at your place that theirs does not have, like a workshop bigger than the lounge, a kitchen with a PROPER coffee machine, a bedroom with a king size bed all to yourself, etc etc.
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