Vinnie not long ago was done the dirty on and it’s partly why I keep myself away from the fair sex now, though the main reason is circumstances. It would have to be a pretty special, trad lady these days and anyway, would I be good enough for her? A fair question. Judging by recent encounters, the question is still on the table. Interesting.
There’s a joke about guys … that the woman’s already moved on long before she actually goes, whereas the man can text her two months later and say … you were this, this and that, you did this to me, but we could still make a go of it. Ha ha. Ms Hypergamy though is a few partners further on by the time of that call. Or an unkind person would call her Ms 304 … we’re pulling no punches here.
Of course it cuts both ways and the guy still playing the field at 30+, in full bonk-anything-in-a-skirt mode, needs to ask himself a few questions. As do the cry-rape chicks. The interpersonal behaviour today is truly shocking and my concern is primarily for the propagation of the western species versus the invader species … think you see where I’m going there.
Both sexes really need to stop, take stock, women need to become ladies again and teach their daughters to, fathers need to still be in the home and not scarpering or else taken to the cleaners by the career single mother. Not many seem guiltless these days.
There has been a sharp rise in gals on youtube calling out other gals … interesting for a man … here are two such ladies:
Coming back to Vinnie and that notion of her crying for him while he’s still alive, not after he’s dead … here’s that Russian song I was referring to:
Some of the lyrics in English, very rough translation:
For what to know when he passes away
For what to know about what he sings
For what to know that which he knows not himself
For what to know whom he loved
For what to know about what he asked
For what to know about what he was silent about?
Po-plach o nyom, po-ka on zhivoi; lyubi yevo, takim kakoi on yest; Po-plach o nyom, po-ka on zhivoi; lyubi yevo, takim kakoi on yest
[If you must, then] cry about him while he's still alive.
Love him for whom he is right now.
Cry about him while he's still alive.
Love him for whom he is now.
It's a reference to the young soldier gone to war and his girl weeps for him now, long after all their fights and so on. At one point, it says that she already sees herself in the role of a widow.
And now to a very special verse, the last one - you can hear the band quieten down before the finale [no transliteration for this, just a translation of the last line]:
Today you die, tomorrow they call you a poet.
Hmmmm … I personally like, maybe even love, women as people … how they think, act, move, write, laugh … half my friends are men, half women … and what? I don’t see why it can’t be so … except that Wokism and detestation of the other sex has set in and it threatens the west … meanwhile, look at what is still breeding all around us, filling up our countries … while we are not. While we stay distant from one another.
Those two ladies linked to above … both are angry with what feminazism (one division of satanism) has done to the sexes but I’m equally angry at men who allowed feminazis to have a cause at all … and they did, unfortunately. Some men I know are the worst narcissists around, as bad as any female narcissist today.
Both western sexes really need to take stock before it’s too late.
And lastly, go back to that Russian song, watch it. Tell me how those young people are any different to how our young people once were? So why are our western young killing each other?
Yesterday, I sported the cross of St George in my moniker, Americans should sport their flag, Russians should sport theirs … why not be proud of your nation? Today I write in support of MAGA and the new Argentina. Why not? How on earth does being proud of your nation translate into go off and slaughter other people’s?
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