Punch a Nazi in the face

I was out not lomg ago and some fat fuck was wearing a black t-shirt with white lettering that said punch a Nazi in the face and save….. couldn’t read the rest.

Rolled up and asked him if he wanted to punch me in the face. Well I said something like hey fuck face, got the balls to punch me in the face? He elected to hide behind his even fatter bitch

He was not inclined to acquiesce to my request. His fat cow kept running her mouth so I decided to spit in her face.

They hauled ass to call the cops and I am sure to screech on the interwebz.

Any rate, someone asked how you deal with the anti White hate.

That’s how you deal with it. You attack them where ever you find them. You do your best to deny them jobs, money and safe places to do their stupid shit. You hurt them as often as you can, to the largest extent possible given the tactical situation you find them in

Sometimes you best bet is an overt assault. Sometimes it’s getting other White’s to see what’s up, sometimes it’s a string of yelp etc reviews running down their coffee shop

Be creative, be bold but wise. Always attack. Never forget survival is it’s own mortality

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All a woman needs to know in one old ass song by the legendary Ray Charles

I Got a Woman
Ray Charles
Lyrics
Well, I got a woman, way over town
That’s good to me, oh yeah
Said I got a woman, way over town
Good to me, oh yeah
She gives me money when I’m in need
Yeah, she’s a kind of friend indeed
I got a woman, way over town
That’s good to me, oh yeah
She saves her lovin’, early in the mornin’
Just for me, oh yeah
She saves her lovin’, early in the mornin’
Just for me, oh yeah
She saves her lovin’, just for me
Ah, she, loves me, so tenderly
I got a woman, way over town
That’s good to me, oh yeah
She’s there to love me
Both day and night
Never grumbles or fusses
Always treats me right
Never runnin’ in the streets
Leavin’ me alone
She knows a woman’s place
Is right there, now, in her home
I got a woman, way over town
That’s good to me, oh yeah
Say I got a woman, way over town
That’s good to me, oh yeah
Oh, she’s my baby, don’t you understand
Yeah, I’m her lovin’ man, now
I got a woman, way over town
That’s good to me, oh yeah
Well, don’t you know she’s all right
Well, don’t you know she’s all right
She’s all right, she’s all right

Songwriters: Renald Richard / Ray Charles
I Got a Woman lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

Yeah bitches it really is that fucking easy to keep a man

Never spend money on them

One of the primary rules of engagement for this here culture of combat dating we live in is…… never spend money on woman. Most men will end up regretting the money spent when he doesn’t get the bang or when they as a couple go their own way. It’s natural to regret the loss of resources invested in a failed venture; money and time are the resources men invest to get laid and have a main bitch. Make the investment as minimal as possible because odds are your deal with her is going to come to an end. That’s the times we are living in and we are less bummed about being out $30 then $300.

One of my employees and his LTR went their own way last night. He is probaly a greater beta/ lesser alpha. Never had much trouble getting a 6 or a 7 ( age adjusted) for an LTR, not really out there smashing ass left and right either. Any rate, he had been seeing this one girl for about a year now. Fucked her the 1st week they meet, settled into couplehood pretty quickly and they were doing all right together. No fighting, good sex, couple of long weekends together, lots of Netflix and chill cheap dates on his Harley etc etc.

In every life there is some trouble. My employee has it stacked up right now. His weldimg shop folded, leaving him with buiness debt, potential lawsuits and tax troubles. His girl stood firm. Then his pregnant daughter moved in to his place cutting into the time he can spend with his main bitch and now this week he found out his ex wife is taking him to court over back alimony.

It all got to be to much for the girl and she broke things off via text message. No drama, no hard feelings, is what it is kind of deal. What my friend regerts is the money spent on her. Which wasn’t a lot. He paid for the road trips, he paid for most meals out and the last few months he had been paying her cellphone bill. She never demanded those things, he never minded and she never bitched when he couldn’t afford to take them out or what have you. More then anything she wanted his time…… The kind of girl folks say you should vet for

But now she is gone and my employee could really use the 2-3 grand he spent on her/ their relationship. The money wasn’t a hard ship and he makes close to double her income. He enjoyed the road trips, he enjoyed the meals out and the occasional movie and he wanted to help her out by paying her cellphone bill. None of that is wrong per say but it all demonstrates a lack of wisdom

As a man, it’s your job to understand romantic relationships are transitory things. When shit goes sideways what I hear men regert is lost opportunities to bang another chick, loss of time and money spent. Personally I think my employee paid about as little money possible to have a decent looking, kind hearted girl in his bed for a year. He never acted like a bitch, never played the simp but he regrets the money spent.

Romantic relationships are transitory things. Don’t do shit, don’t spend money or time you will later regert. Don’t skip that fishing trip with your buddies, don’t skip that ride, don’t lead with your wallet,don’t make major changes or accommodations to suit her, dont give yourself a laundry list of shit to regert latter.

My friend didn’t have anything to regret expect the most recent weekend he paid for. That ain’t bad
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Rumor is at one point Girl#1 sent me an its over text. I don’t recall it but like the girl from up above, my then legal troubles were getting to her but apparently I responded with a see you at 0800 Saturday for our ride and come Saturday there she was, in her drive way waiting for me to show up so we could ride. Kind of funny but maybe something to try if some chick tries to soft next you.

Why blue lives don’t matter

The police are not your friend unless you happened to occupy the correct social and political standings

They have not been your friend for a rather long time. We no longer have the peace officers of my rural youth. Now we have para-military law enforcement officers

Big difference

http://www.vdare.com/articles/when-the-left-resorts-to-violence-be-prepared-to-defend-yourself

The government is controlled by a hostile and frequently forgein elite, people with no ties to the historical people’s that carved up a wilderness and turned it into a nation. If you go to political events you must protect yourself as the law is a tool of this government by hostile and forgein elites.

I love this shit

There is nothing in this world like a Harley. My metric bikes are fine machines but they lack the vibration, sound and feel of a Harley. Harleys are heart and soul, flesh and blood in chrome and steel,your best friend and 1st love… with you mile after mile, day in, day out… she love you long time and that soul is universally felt in men across the globe

Who gives a shit

http://www.bostonherald.com/news/local_coverage/2017/08/police_holocaust_memorial_vandalized_2nd_time_this_summer

 

Why are there holocaust memorials and such in the usa any damn way? If the story is true, America put and end to that shit and helped save them. Jews should be putting up thank you American White dude statues not trying to destroy the people and culture that saved them

 

White men, stop helping these sort of ungrateful bastards

UMC and their disdain for the nation of their birth

Occasionally I will do certian formal events Gril#1 attends as part of her semi doctoring job. Plus its always fun when people realize I own a tuxedo. A basic Kelvin Kline tux, which oddly enough all of their shit has proven to be easier to customize for my build and sidearm of choice then any other brand I have tried. Wouldn’t that be a hell of an advertising campaign for them? Buy our shit because it fits burly rednecks and XDM’s better then the other rags….. any rate its always a weird crowd to me. I have talked at length about some of the things that strike me as off. Like them not being all that wealthy, not nearly as wealthy as they would have folks believe or as well educated as they believe themselves to be and how unaware of the world around them they are. They live in this bubble that makes them damn near insufferable. With a little practice, you can sit in my bar and pick out the UMC folks vs the truly wealthy folks by how they interact with the world around them, with the UMC types being much more uncomfortable when their bubble is bumped around some.

Wasn’t all that different as any other event. As far as black tie shit goes. We got there early so we could change in our hotel room and I could make her walk around the party with a box full of Ton batter. The car in front of us at the valet station was a 328 BMW with a “gotphd” vainty plate….. right there is about all you need to know about this ass clown. Not sure a 33k-51k automobile is a ringing endorsement for the college debt of a phd……

That bit of the shit show just got better and better though. The couple in the car was what any redneck would expect. An overly effeminate guy with long hair and an ear stud, an overly masculine woman with short hair and a scowl. You can tell they do cross fit because he looks like a fag and she is built like a dyke. Girl#1 works with the “lady”, some kimd of hospital admin bitch, but a fairly high ranking one, the dude has a phd in something usless and gets paid by the state to teach other fags the same usless shit, but they know us, so they wait while their car drives off and we go through the valet process, and I do mean wait. We have to get our stuff out of the car, which takes time but what takes the most time is talking to the young guys working there. They were drooling over my ride, absolutely dumb struck in love with her, asking questions and telling me how they don’t want to park her in case they mess something up. This absolutely bugs the shit out of Mr phd ponytail but man was it fun talking to those young men. Yes the car brings me joy but I also love how she lights up the eyes and souls of other car guys. The compromise on moving my car was they would pull her up 10-15 feet and leaving her covered and under their watchful eye all night. One thing women and girly men don’t get is how respects builds respect and lifts other men. Those boys weren’t sullen that some old dude had a nice ride and a younger woman, they were stoked with the possibilities of their future and treated my beloved Cobra and my blonde bitch with the utmost respect. I tipped well and offered them my gratitude and assurances if they did the smart thing vs the conventional thing they’d end up where I am.

So Mr phd ponytail is pissed, extra pissed because I wouldn’t shake his hand, the short hair bitch is clearly unhappy with the patriarchy oppressing her with boys engaging in silly boy talk and I reckon they are probaly pissed we were staying the night too. They seem like that type and to be h the only overtly rude UMC types we dealt with all night. The story about my car made the rounds while we were mingling and expect for the older folks, you could tell the appreciation for American muscle cars wasn’t there. I did make 3 trips put to the valet station to show off my beloved to some older folks. And I so mean folks. A couple of the older gals followed their husbands out to see what the fuss was about. They were good women. At least that night. How could I tell they were good women? Their eyes light up when their husbands else light up over the car. This is an IOI they can’t fake

800 words to set the tone for the rest of the story. Mostly you stand around, eat finger food, drink a little to much, listens to people talk about the important shit they do for the “community” and bullshit. When they talk about food, they talk about weird shit and not about how two local restaurants made the list for best in the state. Pull pork and fried seafood is to American for their tastes. When they talk about wine they won’t mention how a wine competition took a away a local winery’s silver star medal because it cost less then the minimum bottle they would rate. When they talk about cars it is never about lead sleds and horsepower. They talk about spending serious money to go overseas but haven’t seen shit here locally, or locally in the national sense.

I have been all over the world and the usa has just about everything you could want to do in the world. Unless you want to see castles and ancient ruins that is. World class sking? Folks tell me we got it. World class diving? Got it. Sleepy country roads, high altitude dessert, endless grass lands, remote islands, huge ass cities, local festivals you name it. It’s this travel thing that really struck me this time. I have been to Rome. It’s a giant tourist scam and it sucks. If you have been to Germany, England and anyone one of the Nordic countries you know what every place in Western Europe looks like…. no disrespect intened. I have enjoyed all most all my time in Eurpoe…..  So on and so on. These aren’t bad people per say, but they live in a bubble. Their own different type of blue pill bubble. They know Rome is a giant tourist trap but didn’t see the reality until I mentioned it out loud. They know the grand canyon and Yellowstone are unequaled natural marvels but at the same time they don’t know they are. They have never seen the mighty Mississippi, they have never seen the serene beauty of the Blue Ridge Parkway. They have become dull to the natural wonder of our barrier islands and inter coastal waters. These things that don’t take a 10 hour plane ride and a passport aren’t on their radar screen. They cant see wealth as anything beyond a Eurpean car, the right house and formal schoolimg. Well the middle age ones. The older folks get it. One of the he older doctors said “fuck medical school should have opened a bar” when he saw my beloved, referring to the money required to build a car like that. Another older couple laughed when I dogged out Rome and most of the older folks there had done one or two European vacations and a lot more domestic ones.

Like I said they live in this bubble that makes them damn near insufferable. Can’t even have a rational conservation about Pit Bulls with them because in their bubble all bulldogs are evil or all are wonderful but victims of bad owners. I can’t imagine being happy in such a life. Can they appreciate what they have when they are willfully blind to those who are struggling? Can they fill good about the good they do when they refuse to the misery in the world ? Can they enjoy their daily life and weeknds when only Europe etc is worth visiting? Can the appreciate and rejoice in the wealth and successes of others when they can’t see the difference between themselves and folks who really have money?

Maybe I would potty them if I were a better man but I ain’t so mostly they will annoy me

 

*** I always imagine some Ferris Buller day off deal when I valet park that car but so far there has never been any extra miles on her. Man if I was 20…… though I reckon most young men are better men then me in that regard