WHATEVER THEY TELL YOU IS A LIE

by Mr. Mean-Spirited

Whatever other people have said to you is a lie. Whatever you were taught in government schools is certain to be wrong. Whatever you family brought you up to believe was a deliberate deception. Whenever a woman tells you that she loves you, you can be damn sure that she is just repeating what you want to hear.  

Those who are closest to you are always the most successful liars. The more intimate a person is to you, the more deeply they have worked their lies against you. Those acquaintances that you trust the most are always most the skilled a deceiving you. Those humans who worm their way into your friendship are always the most accomplished at deluding you. You’ve got to assume own family will always be part of the scheme. There is a reason why a husband is always the last to know about a wife’s infidelity: to love another person is to allow them access through your emotional firewall.

A woman uses her body to distract you. You can’t take a woman to bed without feeling in your gut that she is entrapping you. The only reason a girlfriend gives you a blowjob is to beguile you. The only reason a female spreads her legs is to outwit you. The more you fuck a particular lady, the more you realize that something isn’t right about her.

At this point in time when European culture is being strangled and suffocated, an individual cannot be paranoid enough. At a moment in history when Western civilization is wheezing and whimpering around us, a citizen cannot be cynical enough. There is a reason why the mass media continually messages you about a citizen’s duty to trust authority.  

To guard against being hoodwinked, you always need to remain apart from society. That independent mind comes at a tremendous emotional cost to be sure, but social isolation is the price you are going to have to pay for unfettered thinking. Becoming a bitter loner can be an unfortunate thing – but is also a good start.

You may never know the truth, but you can logically eliminate what is obviously false. You may never know what is ultimate reality, but you can use the powers of reasoning to determine what is not real. You will never know the answer to anything, but you can calculate what is not correct. You may never know what is authentic in life, but you can ultimately use the powers of deduction to figure how what is not true.

You may never know what is actually going on in the world – but there is one thing that about which you can be certain, whatever you hear on the nightly news is a complete lie. You may never know how to live a healthy life, but you can be sure that whatever the medical profession tells you to do is actually harmful. A policeman isn’t there to prove your innocence, the cop will always make-up just enough to ensure your conviction. You may never know exactly how to make it into Valhalla, but you can be certain of what will not get you into heaven – whatever organized religion might teach will only get you damned on the afterlife.  

A bureaucrat is only going to tell you what he wants you to know. A schoolteacher is only going educate you enough to ensure your obedience. The news media is only going to report what ensures your conformity. An evangelist is only going to preach what keeps those donations coming. A friend is only going to say enough to keep you part of the gang. A spouse is always going to whisper exactly what will keep you paying the bills.  

The conspiracy theorists are right that there is some unseen manipulation of events – but they are the last that souls that would ever realize exactly what it is. The members of an opposition group are obviously correct that someone is plotting against them – but they will never come to learn who and what that persecutor actually is.

You will never know the truth of anything in life – the best you can do is to force yourself to accept that everything you come to learn will be counterfeit. You will never discover the genuine nature of existence – the best that you can do is to realize that everything you come to believe will be wrong.

Everyone knows that whatever a politician might propose is a lie. Only a fool would trust whatever a salesman might promise. Only a complete sucker would assume that a humanitarian is actually trying to do good. Only the most gullible would imagine that a girlfriend’s orgasm is unfaked. Only an idiot would believe anything that I have written here.

Trust no one and you will be safe from their lies. Believe nothing and you will be saved.

ANYONE WITH A SOLUTION IS PART OF THE PROBLEM

by Mr. Mean-Spirited



It is the fate of our generation to dismantle the established order. It is the destiny of our age to knock things down. Whether or not some future citizen might decide to reconstruct Western civilization should be of no consideration to us. Our job is not to build things up; our task is simply that of demolishing liberal society. 

The operator that the swings the wrecking ball against the decrepit structure is not the individual responsible for digging the basement for a new building. We are not here to fix the holes in democracy, but to dynamite the foundation. We are not here to repair our condemned culture, but to pull it down. We are not here to create something better, but to clear the soil. We are here to scorch the earth, not propose solutions. 

A bystander with a better idea just gets in the way. Some busybody who wants to make adjustments is just another nuisance. Mending the system is just meddling in something that shouldn't be of concern. A humanitarian who wants to put the pieces together is just going to interfere with the disassembling. 

A real man does not tinker: he destroys. We do not raise anything: we raze standards. Our business is not to put things right, but to tear things down. Time to get busy with the demolition work.

A DEFEATIST IS THE ONLY TRUE REALIST

by Mr. Mean-Spirited



You might find yourself in many a struggle, but in most battles you will not be victorious. You might complete many an application during your career, but most jobs you will not get. You might have a desire to go to bed with many a cute girl, but most women will not want to fuck you. You might expect your health to suffer many an affliction in the coming decades, but most ailments will not have a cure. You might purchase many a lottery ticket over the years, but most prizes you will not win. You might play many a game to occupy the hours, but in most rounds you will not triumph. You might diligently try to live a happy life, but most days you will see the world for what it is.

It always takes more knowledge of military strategy not to win a skirmish, but to realize when the war is lost. It always takes more courage not to keep fighting, but to admit the fact that you will lose. It takes guts to recognize the odds against you. It takes backbone to accept your limitations. Sometimes you show the greatest bravery when you don’t even bother.

NEVER TRUST A TEAM PLAYER

by Mr. Mean-Spirited
 

 

The individual is all that matters.

The loner is the center of the world – other human beings only clutter up existence. A lone wolf owes absolutely nothing to society; the community has done nothing but conspire against a true individualist.

Humanitarians are always waiting in the bushes to do things to you. Other human beings are a threat to personal autonomy. Your very neighbors actively work against your own self-reliance.

Not just government bureaucrats scheme to destroy a private citizen’s freedom, nor are there only corporate overloads who plot the destruction of individual liberty, even your closest acquaintances want to destroy your sovereignty with their talk of duties and responsibilities. Your dearest friends are jealous of your independence, and they think you would be better adjusted if you would only just conform. The humanitarians just want you to give up your crazy ideas and just go along with things.

A conformist will always be the first to betray you. A communitarian will always be the fastest to stab you in the back – and tell you that the cut is really for your own good. A humanitarian is always the quickest to denounce you to the authorities. A co-worker is always ready to tell the boss. Never trust a team player; they will make it their life’s business to keep you in line.

The moment you start to trust another human being is when other people begin to work toward your destruction.

All that matters is yourself.

TELLING A WOMAN YOU LOVE HER IS TELLING THE BITCH A LIE

by Mr. Mean-Spirited

 

 

 

A nice guy will inform any number of girlfriends that he loves them when he obviously experiences nothing of the sort – but if a man says that he hates your guts, you can be damn sure he means it.  Only the negative emotions are completely genuine. A humanitarian will always leave people feeling good about themselves whether it’s merited or not, but a man of honor lets other human beings feel exactly what they deserve to feel.  Better to be honest with your well-reasoned loathing than to be dishonest with your well-rehearsed lies. 

RECYCLING TURNS NICE GUYS INTO PUSSIES

by Mr. Mean-Spirited

I don’t know what it is, but there is something about the act of recycling that takes a nice guy and turns him into a mincing faggot.

It is not just that recycling programs always cost more money than the regulations save. Recycling is never self-supporting; like all municipal garbage disposal, salvaging requires quite hefty tax subsidies – in order that adequate amounts of cash can be discretely crammed into the pockets of union thugs. And because waste reuse is so well-intentioned, because recycling is so well-meaning, citizens have no incentive to pry into all the ways that money is embezzled. But recycling is a pansy activity for more reasons than liberal pilfering.

It is not just that government-mandated recycling wrecks a citizen’s freedom. Humanitarians never want anything to be voluntary; in order to feel themselves morally superior to the common folk, the liberals always display a need to tell the masses what to do. Recycling is a domestic ceremony that reinforces the notion of a benevolent state. But recycling turns you into wuss for more reasons than being told what you must do with all your wrinkled, flaccid, emptied tubes of Vaseline.

It is not just that recycling is so sort of communal ritual. Logically, it matters not one whit whether you toss your liquor bottles in a landfill or recycling bin. The activity of one paltry person is of no consequence to anything: the world is not going to come to an end because you happen to toss your beer cans out the car window. What communitarians always want is your conformity. The bureaucrats send compliance officers after those who fail to enthusiastically participate. But recycling turns you into a limp-wristed weakling for more reasons than just your cowardice to violate the neighborhood watch committee’s restrictions on trash disposal.

What is wrong about recycling is that it inconveniences you in order to benefit hypothetical taxpayers in the future. Reusing product packaging makes your life a nuisance just so that some future generation might get an advantage over you. Recycling gives some person in the future a better life at your sacrifice. Forcing you to sort through your garbage is just one of the many irritations and annoyances that the bureaucrats dream-up so that future generations can disport themselves at your expense.

What are you, going to live forever? Why the fuck would you care if all the earth’s resources are used up after you’re dead?

This notion of a better future for someone else diminishes you as an individual. A wimp is not a coward, but a dupe who cares more about others than he does about his own lifestyle. A pansy puts other people first. There is a reason why the homosexual caucus is always pushing recycling: a cocksucker gives some other guy a good time ahead of himself.

Life was already trashed when you first entered it, so it is only fair that the world will be full of trash when you leave. On your way out, you might as well leave a bit of stinking rubbish to tickle the nose hairs of the do-gooders. You have no future anyway.

A GIRLFRIEND IS A POOR SUBSTITUTE FOR A CALL-GIRL

by Mr. Mean-Spirited

 

Falling in love with an unworthy woman is an error that happens to the best of us. Romance with an undeserving female is a mistake that we all make.

Sure, it is easy enough for passion to get the better of you. Maybe you just can’t scrape together enough cash to pay for an hour with a high-class call girl, so you fall in love with an acquaintance just so you can empty your prostate gland into an empty orifice. But a girlfriend is a piss-poor replacement for a talented streetwalker. A lover is always going to cost you more money, cost you more minutes, cost you more mental anguish than the services of an accomplished harlot.

Only a fool might imagine that sex is the most important thing in life. Fornication is just one of those bothersome things in this life; you’ve got to resign yourself to having an orgasm whenever you feel the urge. Getting the semen sucked out of the body ranks up there with squirting the snot out of your nose. Ejaculating sperm rates about the same as evacuating your bowels. An erect penis is like a full bladder – you need to relive yourself in order to get on with more weighty matters. Fornication has got to be done in order that you can move on to more important things. Look, before the First World War, a cultured European would visit the brothel during his afternoon lunch so that he might clear his mind for more consequential matters that evening; intercourse was just another inconvenient errand.

An experienced prostitute makes sex less of a nuisance. A broken-in hooker makes fucking less of biological burden. Consider the advantages of getting your copulation completed with the assistance of a professional sex worker.

No risk of pregnancy with an experienced professional. A streetwalker is not going to poke holes in a condom in order to trick you into fatherhood. You don’t need to worry about 18 years of indentured servitude after incautious ejaculation.

No more expensive than a decent dinner for two on a first date (and you don’t even have to take the call girl to a movie). Once you pay the hooker off, your don’t have to spend any more money on the woman – no gifts, no help with her bills, no surprises. In the long run, a prostitute always works out to be the most economical copulation.

No emotional entanglements with a prostitute. You don’t face the peril of falling in love with the body that you use for fornication. After the way that you have been treated in life, you aren’t going to want any romantic entanglements with anyone. The whore already detests you, and you will always despise the bitch afterwards.  

No reason why you should keep your sexual fantasies backed-up in your subconscious. You can complete whatever perverted act might bottled-up in your perverted mind – and get them out of your system. Fantasies are something you should realize as quickly as possible – and forget even faster.

And most important of all, no need to keep the hooker around once you are finished. You don’t have to listen to her talk and talk and talk when you could be doing something a lot interesting like reading this book.

Jesus Christ, man, you’ve seen yourself in the mirror when you get out of the shower. Would you truly, would you really, would you honestly want to sleep next to a woman who would actually have sex with the likes of you? Think of what she must have already done with her body to now be willing to copulate with you. If she is willing to take your dick into her mouth, think of what must have been in that orifice last night.

At least with a streetwalker, your cash compensates for your rather obvious shortcomings. Would you actually want to fall in love with a woman desperate enough to find you attractive? Can you trust the judgment of a female who would find you desirable?

The services of a trained prostitute are the most practical solution to your embarrassing tumescence.