Monthly Archives: December 2016

Is that the world you want to live in

This is the world I want to live in

One evening as the sun went down
And the jungle fires were burning,
Down the track came a hobo hiking,
And he said, “Boys, I’m not turning
I’m headed for a land that’s far away
Besides the crystal fountains
So come with me, we’ll go and see
The Big Rock Candy Mountains”

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
There’s a land that’s fair and bright,
Where the handouts grow on bushes
And you sleep out every night
Where the boxcars all are empty
And the sun shines every day
On the birds and the bees
And the cigarette trees
The lemonade springs
Where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
All the cops have wooden legs
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth
And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
The farmers’ trees are full of fruit
And the barns are full of hay
Oh I’m bound to go
Where there ain’t no snow
Where the rain don’t fall
The winds don’t blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
You never change your socks
And the little streams of alcohol
Come trickling down the rocks
The brakemen have to tip their hats
And the railway bulls are blind
There’s a lake of stew
And of whiskey too
You can paddle all around em
In a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
The jails are made of tin.
And you can walk right out again,
As soon as you are in.
There ain’t no short-handled shovels,
No axes, saws or picks,
I’ma goin’ to stay
Where you sleep all day,
Where they hung the Turk
That invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

I’ll see you all this coming Fall
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

Read more: Harry McClintock – Big Rock Candy Mountain Lyrics | MetroLyrics

But we don’t live in the world we want to live in. We live in this place, at this time and anything outside that is bound to disappoint and is utterly beta.

The other day I was walking my Lady Pit, minding our own buiness when one of these rabbit size dogs ran up to her. My Lady Pit has a tremendous prey drive. She regularly kills rabbit, tree rats, mice, frogs, lizards, snakes etc. She isnt aggressive to anything resembling a dog but anything that looks like a live action chew toy gets it. So this was her lucky day. Who doesn’t like free, easy to catch food? I mean that’s like trout jumping on to your plate, already fried up nice crispy

Little dogs might not put up much of a fight but they can make one hell of a racket. And it was the rat dogs lucky day because I got it away from my most beloved in time for it to escape any major harm but not before the fat fuck and it’s faggy son came puffing up to see what’s going on. They had a fat Labrador in tow.

Any rate the faggy son tried to give me the hard stare while the fat fuck freaked out about an aggressive dog and what ever else he was trying to say. Hard to pay much attention to the wailing of women but I told him to shut the fuck up and keep his pussy dog on a leash. To which he said something about wanting to see my Lady Pit take on his fat Lab. I told him no you don’t, she’d kill that dog as easy as the rat

Any rate he ramped up the histryrcs while I laughed and walked away, but I caught him saying something like “so the strong do what they want to the weak? Is that the world you want to live in?” Stupid fucking posturing, trying to save face with the faggot in training with him

So I went from chuckling to LOL’ing. That is the world we live in, but it’s a hidden world fat fucks who can afford to rent a house on the lake just for the Christmas break don’t regularly see 1st hand

The Red Pill lesson in this is…… Men need to understand reality, the truth of every situation. It goes way beyond alpha fucks/ beta bucks.

The Ton klan has been growing fat on venison.  I got a late start on the season but have been on a deer killing roll. Including dropping 2 does in about 5 seconds.

Why do we eat meat? Because humans are stronger ie smarter then anything else on the food chain. Hell the reason you can pull an apple off a tree is because we are superior to apple trees

That’s the world we live in. Goldman Sachs can do what they want because their money buys them the government. For some reason, soft little fat fucks are all about shit like that, but not when they are on the wrong side of the equation

World leaders are changing their mojo because Trump has the will to match the actual strength left in America, where our past presidents have not.

Fat fucks get to be fat fucks who say dumb shit because better men are the strong doing what they want to the weak. Cops keep the hood in the hood, because they are stronger ie better trained better organized, mostly united on the same mission. The military does the same sort of thing on the international level …. that’s the point in having a government. Mostly

The West, as we know it right now is doomed. To many fat fucks who don’t understand how the world works. The fucked up thing is how we got here. A cadre on non fat fucks established the greatest collection of laws, government and culture, protecting the weak so the weak could thrive. We’ve been so good at protecting the weak breed like rabbits now get to drive the train because of retarded commitment to democracy

The curse of Western Civilization has been our success.

Red Pill music

 

 

Ladies Love Outlaws”

Bessie was a lovely child from west Tennessee
Leroy was an outlaw wild as a mink
One day she saw him starin’ and it chilled her to the bone
And she knew she had to see that look on a child of her own.

‘Cause ladies love outlaws like babies love stray dogs
Ladies touch babies like a banker touches gold
And outlaws touch the ladies
Somewhere deep down in their soul.

Linda was a lady blonde and built to last
Benny was a no good guitar picker runnin’ from his past
She heard all of his songs tellin’ nothin’ but bad news
But she made her mind up to try to get him win or lose.

Ladies love outlaws like babies love stray dogs
Ladies touch babies like a banker touches gold
And outlaws touch the ladies
Somewhere deep down in their soul.

Jessi like the Cadillacs and diamonds on her hands
Waymore had a reputation as a ladie’s man
Late one night a light of love finally gave a sign
Jessi parked her Cadillac and took her place in line.

‘Cause ladies love outlaws like babies love stray dogs
Ladies touch babies like a banker touches gold
And outlaws touch the ladies
Somewhere deep down in their soul.

Ladies love outlaws like babies love stray dogs
Ladies touch babies like a banker touches gold
And outlaws touch the ladies
Somewhere deep down in their soul…