Sunday, April 30, 2017
by Mr. Mean-Spirited
There is nothing more worthless than human life. When the planet is so grotesquely overpopulated, the usefulness of a given personality is not all that great.
Your own personal property is more important than other people. Household belongings are more valuable than human beings. You can always shit out another child, but a Franklin Mint figurine is damn near irreplaceable.
There is a reason why Satan is always willing to buy your soul. Because your spirit doesn’t have any value. Satan doesn’t really want your useless psyche – the Devil just wants you to realize just how insignificant your life truly is.
Stuff is going to be of more use to you than offspring. Possessions are better than posterity. Knickknacks are going to be of more comfort to you in old age than your own grandkids. Brand-name luggage is going to get your further in life than brotherly love.
An action figure is never going to let you down. A brass sculpture is never going to betray you. People are flawed, but a Tiffany lamp is perfection.
I judge a man not on the content of his character, but on what he has accumulated on the shelf above the fireplace. An unblemished Hummel porcelain on the mantle is worth more than the entire mass of humanity.
Thursday, April 20, 2017
by Mr. Mean-Spirited
This is going to be the least popular post on the blog, but it still needs to be said. I will lose some readers, but sometimes it is good to be unpopular.
A red-blooded man who goes to the gym may be attracted to women when he enters the door, but when he leaves the locker room, he won’t ever be completely straight again. There is always something faggy about lifting weights.
If you claim that you are going to the gymnasium to build-up a physique that will impress women, but end-up showering and sudsing with a bunch of nude men – then you obviously aren’t doing something very heterosexual. If you think that reclining in a sauna with some half-naked men will somehow result in finding a new girlfriend, then you’ve got another thing coming.
If you are doing “squats” in front of another chap, then there is something unnatural going on here. If you are asking another man to “spot” you – then you aren’t being honest about what you have become. If you are sitting in a puddle of some other guy’s sweat on the bench press, then the “gay” is seeping into your very being.
If you are spending more time hanging around the gym than in your girlfriend’s bedroom, then you are only fooling yourself. If you are looking more intently at some other guy’s muscles than at a broad’s tits, then your sexual orientation has been affected.
If you are pumping iron, then you are simply in denial about what you find stimulating. If you are flexing in front of a mirror, then you have pretty much lost interest in fucking the female of the species.
I got news for you. If women avoid you when you don’t have muscles – then you are not going to be able to pick them up when you have bulging biceps, either. But that ripped guy in the stream room … well, he might hook up with you.
Don’t get me wrong, there is nothing unsound about genuine fitness. Think of it like this: you should consume all your nutrients from a natural diet – rather than from questionable supplements. And, in just the same fashion, you should develop a healthy body by living a healthy lifestyle – not from degenerate exertions in a slimy gym.
I don’t care how many extra pounds your body might carry – a real man acknowledges himself as he is. There is always something effeminate about trying to make yourself into a better person. If you were born with a certain body type, you need to accept your genetics. If your fate is to be chunky, then you need to resign yourself to being an endomorph. If you are a fat slob, then you just ought to accept that fact. No woman is going to look at you as anything else but a disgusting, distended lump of human filth no matter how much you might work-out.
Women might not be very smart, but they sure as hell can see through you.