Saturday, October 25, 2014

Women Who Are Full of Hate, Envy and Vengeance

For some reason which I cannot explain I have run into a lot of unmarried/divorced women who are full of hate and revenge. Revenge is often caused by envy, so I figure these women are full of all three.

Probably the first time I noticed this was in college, when I ran across some women who I can only describe as having "thick features." Not attractive, a bit overweight, would never have good bodies even if they lost the weight.

They often seemed to think they were entitled to guys way out of their league, and they were in a rage at guys in their league and tried to do things to them. Hate, envy, revenge.

Now I'm running across quite a few never married/divorced middle-aged women. Same - hate, envy, vengeance. Same thick features, same weight problems. They act entitled to something they don't deserve, and are full of hate toward many men.

Somewhere in their heads there is apparently something about "Hell has no fury like a woman scorned." They don't realize if they've been scorned it's their fault for being so unpleasant. Their hate slops over onto innocent men.

Carl Jung, as I've pointed out before, said women's greatest flaw was thinking she was always right. That means men are always wrong, which means men are the cause of women's problems. At least in the heads of many women.

Such excessive pride, such envy, such hate, such desire for vengeance! Those are women's greatest flaws, and so much of it is directed toward men. And that's one of the reasons so many men are withdrawing from women. And many women cannot see that.

Because, of course, it's not women's fault. It's men's fault, so they have to change. But men have changed and tried to accommodate for decades. It's give and give and give and never get. No respect, no appreciation, no gratitude. Just abuse, contempt, hate, envy.

I decided quite a while go many women are just big, immature children. Not all, of course, but enough.

Sooner or later there is going to be a backlash. In fact, it's already started. It started a while ago. That's why marriage rates are at a 93-year low.

I wonder this, though: are women ever going to look in the mirror and realize how much of thee problems is their responsibility?

Answer? Most probably not.

Friday, October 24, 2014

Why Would Any Women Want to Usurp My Position?

"Feminism at its core is envy of men and a desire to usurp their position. It would be difficult to overstate just how deep this feeling is." - Dalrock

I realized many years ago feminism is based on the envy of men and therefore the desire to bring them down. That's why it's destructive - if men are destroyed, so are women, even though most women don't know that.

Leftism - and feminism is leftist - is about destroying. Destroying everything, actually, mostly out of pure envy.

Women want to usurp men's positions - those high-paying, indoor job. They don't to be carpenters or taxi drivers or auto mechanics or miners or work in a steel mill.

I can't imagine any women wanting to maintain her own car, the way I do. She's welcome to change the oil and transmission fluid or change the brakes. Have at it, honeybunch.

You can also tear the rest of the carpet out of my house and put down laminate. I'll supervise and bring you a drink.

You can also tear out the wall and change the leaking shower head. We can't use the shower until I do that.

I ran across a woman a few days ago who changed the electric motor on her dryer. She watched how it was done on YouTube. I didn't bother to tell her that was easy.

Why I asked why she didn't have her 17-year-old son pull the motor off, she said he would man-handle it and break it. I don't think she was ever married, so this teen-age boy (a high-school dropout) had no father to explain to him how to control himself.

She's got the attitude she can do anything a man can, but when something went wrong with her car it was a male friend of hers who pulled the head and fixed it. He's self-taught, too, just as I am.

I occasionally tease her. She ignores me. I saw her putting oil in her car and suggested she change the oil someday. I could tell by her face she's just steaming when I say such things.

I can't imagine any woman wanting to take my position. Working on cars, fixing houses, fixing the plumbing, changing wax rings on toilets...they don't want to do that. They want me to do it. They want to feel triumphant about doing the easy stuff, which makes them think they're equal to men in the hard stuff.

This is childish self-delusion. I'm waiting to see them get boards dropped on their heads, which happened to me when I was building houses with my father when I was 12 and 13. Or run a power saw over a finger and get a groove in that finger, which I have also seen. Or hit a thumb with a hammer, which ain't funny no matter what the cartoons portray. Or find the tip of some guy's finger when he fell off a ladder.

They don't want any of that. Can't even do it, for that matter. It's always the east, indoor stuff. And if they were forced to do the hard stuff, can you imagine and tears and complaints and resentment?

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Insulating the Naive from Reality

I am mystified at the naivete I see among some young women. There was a case recently where a young, very drunk, half-dressed women, staggering home at 3 am, was accosted by some black guy, who pretty much turned out to be a serial killer. She was his second victim. Her body - what was left of it - was found recently

Didn't anyone tell her anything? Parents? Hello? Anyone?

I am pretty much aware of anything to goes on around me. It's kind of hard to surprise me. For that matter, everyone who's been mugged or had something bad happen to them always had a gut feeling something was going to happen to them - and they didn't pay attention to it. I do, and that's why I have never been surprised, never been attacked because I always saw it coming, never had anything truly bad happen to me.

I also know alcohol deadens that spidey-sense. The more you drink, the more disabled it is.

I sometimes get the impression society insulates many women from reality. They're taken care of way too much. Here, get your college degree, we'll give you a make-work job, there are all kinds of social services for you. And they end up having no clue as to what bad things can happen to them.

For example, look at what rape is supposed to be on college campuses, as compared to real rape. Talk about naive!

I see horror as inherent in reality. Experience in life? Yes. All those folk tales my mother read to me as a kid? That, too. All the horror fiction I read. Yep.

But what are women raised on? Romance novels. And they expect men to show up and save them. Chivalry, you know. They still expect it.

I always keep in mind anyone can kill me. The only defense I have is to not do stupid things, stay out of stupid places, stay away from stupid people. And my gut, intuitive feelings.

But a noticeable number of women, essentially being big children, apparently have little to none of those defenses.

Bizarre that women still expect men to protect them, when so many of them abuse men - and don't know it's abuse. But imagine what would happen if men abused women and didn't protect them?

Women would be helpless, and there is little they could do to protect themselves. They are essentially 100% dependent on the good graces and chivalry of men.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

The Brothers Grimm

"The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown." - H.P. Lovecraft

One of my posters, who goes by the name of Tekton, sent me this link, a film version of the folk tale, Bearskin:

Click here

These films were made in the '70s by Tom Davenport, and they not available online to link to. Only trailers are available at YouTube. I strongly advise you to watch this.

These versions are exactly what the misnamed "fairy tales" are really about: they're horror stories. Does Stephen King writes fairy tales or horror?

Horror is always about Chaos or Evil intruding into the normal. Chaos is pushed back or defeated, and the normal reasserts itself.

Disney, of course, bowdlerized them, although some of the scary stuff did make it through.

"The tales are a magical, scary, comedic, and often violent journey into the forests of ancient Germany and France where every path leads to mystery and adventure," writes the site, Candlelight Stories.

So what exactly is the use of telling children such stories?

Bruno Bettelheim, in his The Uses of Enchantment: the Meaning and Importance of Fairy Tales, suggested "that traditional fairy tales, with the darkness of abandonment, death, witches, and injuries, allowed children to grapple with their fears in remote, symbolic terms. If they could read and interpret these fairy tales in their own way, he believed, they would get a greater sense of meaning and purpose. Bettelheim thought that by engaging with these socially evolved stories, children would go through emotional growth that would better prepare them for their own futures."

In other words, they deal with it in the safety of their own minds. In addition to folk tales, think about how much horror there is in urban legends, print, radio, film, comics TV. Think The Walking Dead. Think even Breaking Bad. There must be a purpose to this, and an important one

Kids know how much they can take. They tell you to stop or put their hands over their eyes. But in the long run, most love the stuff.

Think about it this way: if kids were raised pure and innocent and knew nothing about life, how would they turn out? They'd be nuts. They couldn't deal with the unknown, the threatening, the deadly, the stalking, the thing under the bed, the scary stranger. Horror teaches us how to react in situations of dread and terror and fear and threat.

In fact, they'd end up like those stupid naive girls who stagger around at 3 am drunk and half-dressed, and end up butchered by a serial killer.

The Universal Leftist State Devalues Both Men and Women

Under leftism everyone is supposed to be equal. For those who think about such things, no one is equal, because no one can be equal. Only that which is identical can be equal, such as two pennies or two nickels. (Strictly speaking, though, the only people who aren't supposed to be equal under leftism are the rulers, who think they are everyone's intellectual and moral superiors.)

The only way people can be anywhere near equal is through the power and force of the State. I think of the Greek torturer Procrustes, who put people on his bed and stretched and chopped those who wouldn't fit. I also think of Kurt Vonnegut's most famous (perhaps infamous) story, "Harrison Bergeron."

Under the Universal Leftist State, All Must Be Equal! Men and women must be equal!

We're trying it through Affirmative Action ("White Men Need Not Apply") and "advanced education" for women, which consists mostly of make-work jobs which are parasitical on the real economy. Women are supposed be be "raised" up while men are being brought down.

Not surprisingly, leftism is based on pride and envy. Pride, in the belief people are infinitely malleable and can be moved around like chess pieces, and envy because everyone is supposed to be the same...so when everyone is the same there isn't supposed to be any envy.

Yet the Law of Unintended Consequences has come into play, as it always does. Leftism has devalued women, just as it has devalued men. It always does.

Leftism is also about destroying society, since it believes people are malleable, and so a new, better society will be born out of the ashes of the old. That never happens.

But when society and civilization are damaged, the worst of human nature comes to the front, not the best. A noticeable number of women have now become drunken sluts instead of wives and mothers, and men have become slackers. Just look around. All you have to do is notice marriage is at a 93-year-low.

Just look around. Women whine, "Where have all the good men gone?" never looking in the mirror and thinking, "I'm a damn poor excuse for a woman." And they don't realize under leftism there can't be any good men. They're supposed to be brought down and destroyed in the Name of Equality.

Some women think They Can Have It All. They can't. They end up not getting married and not having kids, and wondered what has happened. Where are all those men who are supposed to support their careers and give them kids, too? The women who believe such things are deluded. And all in the Name of Equality.

They don't realize they're not supposed to get married, and if artificial wombs ever get going, they're not supposed to have kids, either. They're just supposed to slave their lives away as disposable drones for Corporation/State.

I sometimes wonder if we are supposed to even have homes, or just live in cinderblock apartments.

Under the ideal Borg-like Universal Leftist State there isn't supposed to be any marriage or families at all. All of use are supposed to be raised in orphanages, and ultimately be popped out of artificial wombs. The late psycho Shulamith Firestone wrote a famous book about that, The Dialectic of Sex.

I had seen such beliefs in science fiction, especially Brave New World, but that was a cautionary tale and I didn't think anyone really believed this crap. But there are some who do.

Ultimately this is what we are supposed to be under the Universal Leftist State. No marriage, no families, raised by the State to be equal, identical and interchangeable, both male and female. That's not Heaven, it's Hell.

I don't think there is any "conspiracy" about these things, not in the loony sense of Evil Geniuses with an Evil Plan that everyone is helpless against. That's just retarded. It's just that this is what leftism automatically does.

Fortunately we'll never get there. Everything goes in cycles, and sooner or later the Right will start knocking heads again, as it always does, and we'll start a new cycle again.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

The Brothers Grimm - "Bearskin"

There are several levels to this folk tale. I'll only cover a few. The soldier is brave, resourceful, and takes risks to reap a big reward. The woman who wins is sympathetic, honest, loyal, honest and fair. The two who lose are insulting, and full of scorn, derision, hate, rage and envy. They were so proud and haughty they could not be concerned to wonder why Bearskin looked as he did, and showed no gratitude and appreciation that he saved the whole family.


There was once a youth who enlisted as a soldier bore himself bravely, and was always seen to be foremost when the bullets were falling. Everything went well with him while the war lasted, but as soon as peace was proclaimed, he received his discharge, and was told by his captain that he might go where he pleased. He had no longer a home, for his parents were dead, so he went to his brothers, and begged that they would give him food and shelter until war broke out afresh. But the brothers were hard-hearted men, and said: "What do we want with you? You are of no service to us; you must go and fight your own way as best you can." The soldier shouldered his rifle, which was all that was left to him, and went forth into the world. In time he came to a wide heath, on which there was nothing to be seen but a circle of trees. Full of sorrowful thoughts, he sat down under one of these and began meditating on the sadness of his lot. "I have no money," he said to himself, "and I have learnt no trade but that of fighting, and for this I am no longer wanted since peace was declared; I see nothing left for me to do but to starve." All at once he heard a sound as of the wind blowing, and looking up, he saw a stranger standing in front of him, dressed in a green coat. He was of stately appearance but had a nasty cloven-foot. "You have no need to tell me of what you are in want," said the stranger, "I know already; both money and property I am prepared to give you, as much as you can make use of, spend what you will, but I must be first assured that you are a man without fear, for I do not wish to waste my money on a coward."

"A soldier and fear!" he answered, "when were they ever found together? You can put me to the proof." "Good," replied the stranger, "turn and look behind you." The soldier turned, and saw, trotting towards him, a great bear, growling as it came along. "Ho! ho!" cried he, "I will tickle your nose for you in such a way that you will not want to growl any more," and so saying, he aimed at the bear and shot it through the muzzle, and the animal fell over and did not move again. "I see that you are not wanting in courage," said the stranger, "but there is yet another condition that you will have to fulfill."

"I will consent to anything that does not endanger my salvation," answered the soldier, who was perfectly aware with whom he had to deal. "Otherwise I will have nothing to do with it."

"You shall judge for yourself," continued Greencoat; "during the next seven years you must neither wash, shave, comb your hair, or cut your nails, nor say a paternoster. I will give you a coat and cloak which you must wear the whole time. Should you die before the end of the seven years, you will be mine; but if you survive, you will be a free man, and a rich one, as long as you live." The soldier thought of the great poverty and distress in which he now found himself, and of how often he had before faced death, and he made up his mind to brave it once again, and so gave his consent to the proposed conditions. The Devil then drew off his coat, handed it to the soldier, and said, "When you are wearing this coat, you have only to thrust your hand into the pocket and you will find it full of gold."

He then went and cut off the bear's skin. "This," he said, "is to be your cloak and your bed; on this must you sleep and on no other bed must you lie, and on account of your apparel, you shall be called Bearskin." And with these words the Devil disappeared.

The soldier put on the green coat, thrust his hand at once into the pocket, and found he had not been deceived. Then he threw the bearskin over his shoulders and started again on his travels, but he now enjoyed himself, and denied himself nothing that did him good and his money harm.

In the first year his appearance was tolerable, but in the second year he already looked more like a monster than a man. His face was nearly covered with hair, his beard was like a piece of coarse felt, there were claws at the ends of his fingers, and cress might have been grown in the dirt that had collected on his face. Everyone who saw him fled before him; he was still, however, able to find shelter for himself, for, in whatever place he stayed, he always gave largely to the poor, begging them in return to pray for him, that he might not die before the close of the seven years, and he always paid handsomely for everything he ordered.

It was in the course of the fourth year that he came to an inn, the landlord of which refused to take him in, or even to allow him a place in the stables, for he was afraid that even the horses would take fright. But when Bearskin put his hand in his pocket and then held it out to him full of gold pieces, the landlord thought better of it, and gave him a room in one of the back parts of the house, making him promise, however, not to let himself be seen, as it would give his house a bad name.

As Bearskin sat alone that evening, wishing with all his heart that the seven years were over, he heard sounds of lamentation in the adjoining room. He was a man of a kind and sympathizing heart, and he therefore went to the door and opened it, and there he saw an old man flinging up his arms in despair and weeping bitterly.

Bearskin stepped nearer, but at first sight of him, the old man sprang up and was about to escape from the room. He paused, however, when he heard a human voice, and finally, so persuasively did Bearskin speak to him, he was induced to disclose the cause of his distress. It seemed that his wealth had diminished more and more, until he and his daughters were now in a state of starvation; he was too poor even to pay the landlord what he owed him, and was threatened with imprisonment. "If that is the extent of your trouble," said Bearskin, "I have money and to spare," and he thereupon sent for the landlord, settled his account, and put a large purse of gold besides into the poor old man's pocket.

When the old man saw himself so wonderfully delivered from his trouble, he did not know how to express his gratitude. "Come home with me," he said to Bearskin. "I have three daughters, all miracles of beauty, choose one of them for your wife. When she hears what you have done for me, she will not refuse you. Your appearance is just a little peculiar, I must confess, but she will soon put all that right for you."

Bearskin was delighted with this proposal and went home with him.

At the first sight of his face, the eldest daughter was so horrified, that she screamed and rushed from the room. The second daughter did not indeed run away, but she looked at him from head to foot, then she spoke and said, "How can I marry a man who has no longer even the semblance of a human being? I would rather have the shaven bear that was on show here once, and gave himself out for a man; he had at least a good soldier's coat and a pair of white gloves. If it were only a matter of ugliness, I might grow accustomed to him." Then the youngest rose and said, "Dear father, the man who has helped you out of your trouble must be a good man, and if you have promised one of us to him as a wife, your word must not be broken." It was a pity that Bearskin's face was just then so covered with dirt and hair, or those present might have seen how the heart within him laughed for joy when he heard those words. He took a ring from his finger, broke it in two, and gave one half to the girl, and kept the other himself. Then he wrote her name in his half, and his own name in hers, begging her at the same time to keep it safely. After this he took his leave. "I must continue my travels for three more years," he said to his betrothed; "if at the end of that time I do not return, you may know that I am dead and that you are free; but pray to God for me that my life may be spared."

The poor young girl clad herself all in black, and whenever she thought of her betrothed husband, her eyes filled with tears. Her sisters treated her to nothing but scorn and derision. "Take care how you offer him your hand," the eldest would say, "for he will give you a blow with his paw." "You must be careful," said the

other, "for bears are fond of sweet things, and if he finds you to his taste, he will eat you up." "You must never do anything to irritate him," the eldest would start again, "or he will begin to growl." "But the wedding will be very lively," continued the second, "bears dance so well." The youngest made no answer, and would not allow herself to be put out by these taunts.

Meanwhile Bearskin wandered about from place to place, doing all the good he could, and giving freely to the poor in order that they might pray for him. The last day of the seven years dawned at last. Bearskin went to the heath again, and sat down under the trees. Before long there came a sudden rush of wind, and the same figure stood looking at him as before, but this time it was evident that he was in a very bad humor. He threw his old coat back to Bearskin and asked for his green one.

"We have not come to that part of the business yet," said Bearskin, "you must first make me clean." And whether he liked it or not, the Devil was now obliged to fetch water and wash him, comb his hair, and cut his nails. Bearskin now looked once more like a brave soldier, and was handsomer than he had ever been before.

Having at last said good-bye to the Devil, Bearskin felt like a free man again. Joyful and light-hearted he went into the town, put on a magnificent garment of velvet, ordered a carriage and four horses, and drove to the house of his betrothed. No one of course recognized him; the father took him for some distinguished military officer, and led him into the house and introduced him to his daughters. He was invited to sit down between the two eldest, and they poured him out wine, and offered him the daintiest food, thinking all the while, that they had never before seen such a splendid-looking man. His betrothed sat opposite to him, with her eyes cast down and not speaking a word. When finally he asked the father if he would give him one of his daughters for wife, the two eldest sprang up and ran to their rooms to put on their richest attire, for each felt certain in her own mind that she was the chosen one. As soon as the stranger found himself alone with his betrothed, he drew out his half of the ring, and threw it into a goblet of wine which he then handed across to her. She took it from him and drank, but her heart gave a great throb as she saw the half ring at the bottom. She took her own half, which was hung round her neck by a ribbon, placed it against the other, and saw that the two pieces fitted exactly. Then he spoke and said, "I am your betrothed husband, whom you only saw as Bearskin, but, by the grace of God, my human form is returned to me, and I am clean once more." And saying this he went up to her, and embraced and kissed her. At this moment the sisters returned, clad in gorgeous apparel, but when they saw that it was their youngest sister whom the handsome man had chosen, and were told that he was Bearskin, they were so overcome with rage and envy that they both rushed out of the house, and one of them drowned herself in the well, the other hung herself on a tree."

Monday, October 20, 2014

What Are We Supposed to do About Women's Destructive Envy of Men, Which Will Collapse Civilization?

Leftism is the Bad Feminine, which means feminism is the Bad Feminine, and destroying society means destroying men, i.e. the "patriarchy." If anything, it's based on the envy of men? Why?

Perhaps because men created everything, and maybe on some level women know this. And the envious want to destroy those they envy, even if they destroy themselves. So, leftist, feminist women will destroy men even if they destroy themselves, and civilization. Because they are completely, 100% dependent on men, who created everything.

They bite the hand that feeds them.

Or, as my poster, Days of Broken Arrows, put it:

"People resent those on whom they depend. That's why teens resent their parents. No one likes to feel they need to be 'taken care of.' It makes them feel helpless. We like to be independent.

"Women know, on some deep subconscious level, that they owe their survival to the world that was built and is maintained by men. You can give them all the power positions in the world and dress them up in pantsuits and heels, but it's the men who built what they'll be running.

"If all the men went on strike tomorrow, we'd have power outages, looting, etc. and society would cease to function. They write about 'the end of men,' but 'the end of civilization' is what would happen if there really was an 'end of men.'

"They don't teach this in school. And the media can't say this for fear of backlash or being called 'sexist.' Women know we can't tell them this truth out loud -- much like kids know when parents can't tell them certain things. Some women resent this. Those are the ones of whom you speak.

"It's not a matter of 'having fun.' By becoming the Junior Anti-Sex League, women wish to strip men of their humanity and a large part of their reason for existing. This is why the societies before ours limited their rights -- they knew women contributed little but created lots of drama.

"We have to learn that lesson again and we'll probably have to do it the hard way."


The French have a word for this: "ressentiment."

Wikipedia defines it thus: "...in philosophy and psychology, is one of the forms of resentment or hostility. It is the French word for 'resentment' (fr. Latin intensive prefix 're', and 'sentir' 'to feel'). Ressentiment is a sense of hostility directed at that which one identifies as the cause of one's frustration, that is, an assignment of blame for one's frustration. The sense of weakness or inferiority and perhaps jealousy in the face of the 'cause' generates a rejecting/justifying value system, or morality, which attacks or denies the perceived source of one's frustration. The ego creates an enemy in order to insulate itself from culpability."

In other words, "It's your fault, not mine, and I hate and resent you for the power I think you have over me, so I want to bring you down, even if I bring myself down, too."