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She had not seen Dexter New Blood yet, (some spoilers below) so we watched that series together over the last few weeks. And towards the end of it, as we sometimes do, we discuss aspects of a show. In this case the policewoman Angela’s reaction to finding out Dexter is a conscientious serial killer. I, being the usual romantic, thought she was just being an overly dramatic bitch.
The wife was trying to be balanced about it saying that based on what she knew, at the time, her reaction could be somewhat excused. Cue the following conversation:
Me: I mean… say you found out I was a serial killer like Dexter. How would you react?
Wife: Hmmm well… I mean Dexter only kills really filthy scum types like child-killers and pedophiles and evil serial killers and so on…
Me: Yeah, that’s the whole point, he’s a good guy…
Wife: Well… with you, I’d worry you might have killed people because their dog shat in a park and they didn’t clean it up…
Wife: At first I’d probably just be like… I don’t want to know! Don’t tell me anything! But then… curiosity would get the better of me and I’d start asking questions…
Me: Which you would not want to know the answer to, so if I did answer them, then you’d be all upset, and if I didn’t you’d be upset and wondering what I’m hiding… so a lose-lose situation…
Wife: hmmm… see, that’s why it’s best I don’t know about it.
Me: (nods)
A minute passes… I know it’s coming…
Wife: So… how many did you kill?
Me: (in sing song voice) Noooone of course my dear!
Yeah. She is a good one. Third wife is definitely the One.
Relationship Goals… Get one that knows where industrial sized plastic sheeting is sold.
The Slut-posting that is not actually very shocking at all, but supposedly tittilates from female bloggers. Which ultimately is just crass.
The recycler. Copypastas other popular blogs and changes a few bits.
The AI blogger. Probably smells of curry.
Various one-subject blogs that may even be entertaining or useful but in a rather limited space.
The only blogs I think appear to me to be decent are the ones of
(which I am still unconvinced is actually a woman. She may be some kind of AI meld-with a human),
who has truly interesting global takes mostly on the deep state slow games of the current day,
who does write some rather interesting posts from time to time though infrequently.
Others have occasional interesting reads, but it’s a game of few and far between. I mean I get it, it’s hard to be consistently interesting and entertaining at the same time as well as possibly relevant (it’s hard to be relevant in
the current zombie apocalypse,
but one tries).
I do read a couple of alternative physics/aether things too but they are fairly specialised regarding the topic, so hardly relevant for most people.
So, if you have suggestions for a decent blog you think might be of interest let me know.
If you only read ONE Substack article,
read this one
. It affects you. And explains WHO did it and WHY you have been drugged for decades.
And please note… the same people who invented the contraceptive pill are also the ones currently testing new and disgusting weapons of children in Gaza.
Don’t believe me, by all means, look up what the weapon called DIMEs is.
Except that these “people” (Parasitic, Evil, Obscurantist, Pedophiles, Losers, and Embezzlers) really should be used for terminal tests of machinery, medical experiments, and other such things that would in fact make them at least marginally useful.
Hell, use them instead of crash test dummies. At least they would provide some useful data then.
As I do my work it’s inevitable the sounds of my children drifts up to me… like the little cherubs they are…
INT: Kitchen, Child n.2 (Monkey-10) is busy doing her online lesson of Italian with our friend Tony.
Child n.5 (Aryan Girl-2) definitely thinks SHE will discuss life, and the Universe and Everything with Tony.
Wife: Grabs Aryan Girl to bring her downstairs to the lounge. Aryan Girl is quite upset about it.
On her way back up to the bedroom, near my study, wife tell me:
“She farted on me!”
Me: “What?”
Wife: “She was so upset I was taking her away from talking with Tony that I saw her tense up her whole little body to do it!”
Me: (Laughs while thinking… ‘Tis Karma my dear, I was a well behaved and respectful child…’)
Later…
Monkey is finished with the lesson and the wife tells Tony if he has a minute Aryan Girl really wanted to say a quick hello. Keep in mind 30 minutes have passed…
Wife, carrying Aryan Girl on her hip, comes in view of the FaceTime Monkey was having with Tony…
Aryan Girl: (In excited and loud voice) “Tony! Guess what? I farted on Mommy!”
When the laughter dies down…
Wife: She told me she would tell you that when I took her away as she was so upset I was taking her away from the lesson.
Me: (Silently from my study… nods.) Wife’s concept is confirmed… the scatological side is obvious English… but the cold-plotting of revenge and harbouring of a grudge… yeah… Venetian.
On reflection, maybe I should not have done my few minutes of bagworm with the two youngest girls in tow today…
That is: in the way that needs to be placed in an Asylum, to be clear.
I would also say, in totality of her whole completely idiotic
article here
, that she can suck my dick, but that is not true. Even if I were not married, or in the unlikely situation that my wife enthusiastically wanted her to do it, I would still not let Melissa go down on me.
Firstly because I think “she” is actually a tranny. Judge for yourself:
But even if “she” were just an overweight actual female, she will
never
deserve the honour of touching my dick; not even if she was the last woman on Earth.
Her entire bullshit screed is about how normal white people are basically racist for simply existing.
And she (of course) quotes an actual woman hating, racist, plagiarist and actual RAPIST, as her guru of choice. Yes, that disgusting fraud, Martin Luther King Jr.
And look at this:
In Wi$h Li$t, Swift cheekily admits that while most people dream of Balenciaga sunglasses and soccer contracts with Real Madrid, all that she – “the girl who has everything and nothing all at once” (Elizabeth Taylor) – wants is a simple life, the so-called American dream.
“I just want you / Have a couple kids / Got the whole block looking like you,” she sings about her fiancee, football star Travis Kelce.
People were quick to point out that, especially given the cultural climate, expressing a fantasy in which two Aryan-esque rich people populate a neighborhood with blonde-haired, blue-eyed babies is a little… insensitive, at best.
Listen you stupid bitch, I could not care at all about Taylor Swift or whoever she’s getting slammed by if you paid me to care.
But… she’s an American, living in America, banging another American. A country that WHITE PEOPLE took and own by right of mass-murdering conquest from the original inhabitants of it; which is how most people end up owning a specific territory —by killing everyone else in it.
As a result, blonde, blue-eyed people (which are far less than 5% of the global population of dark haired, dark skinned, dark eyed, people, not to mention the “yellow ones” that are also dark-eyed and dark haired) there get to make as many Aryan looking children as they want. I have six of my own and the only regret I have is not starting sooner so I could have twelve of them.
So, if you don’t like it, GTFO. Go live in Pakistan. I’m sure you’ll be welcome and your “sensitivity” about race will naturally show you just how right you are and everyone will clap.
But more importantly: it’s time normal people start to tell absolute freaks like Mel here that they need to Shut The Fuck Up.
And disappear. Hide. You are a disgusting freak and you should never be seen in public. Your opinion is trash and so are you.
There is a reason people like him/her/it were stoned to death in the past: genetic health.
Something
got together with another abomination, and they “
mated
”. Like something out of a horrific manga. With tentacles.
And then Mel was shat out into the world.
Imagine if IT breeds again. The iteration of degeneracy may rip the fabric of space time.
We all need to start telling these abominations that they need to all move to a small island off the shore of Scotland. And stay there.
In fact we should make it a law. And then make sure they stay there.
There is no place for this kind of freak in any civilised society.
Or you could
go here and pick out a few books
. Please note that in the description of the books you can also find the link to the Amazon paper version if you don’t want to read on your phone/kindle/digital neural implant.
Or go big, become a sedevacantist , buy property near me and help me build up the city-state that will survive any coming adversity thanks to a community of like-minded people that come together to
build something free of the dystopic nonsense
Clown World wants to impose on us all.
Or… go ahead and
browse through the OG blog
, its historical articles, or search for key words on it… totally free.
Either way, we are trying to prepare early for it this year.
And if I get the new chainsaw in time, I will also see to it we definitely have enough dry wood this year, though I think we are in a decent position, it never hurts to have more.
Whatever you are up to, wherever you are… I hope you are doing well.
The bureaucracy I had to deal with for various aspects of our lives is absolutely unreal and crushingly busywork.
Work has been busy.
I’m just getting my mindset right…
Ok. Now that I have done the whining, here is the reality:
Finally, today, I put up the home-made punching bag. And it’s awesome.
The two girls helped. First the 2 year old (Aryan Girl), and then the 4 year old (Piglet), and finally the wife too all had to help me because I could barely lift the damn thing with all my strength. But in the end it’s gone up, and it works really well.
Now, the black one, which my wife found (after I failed to find anything like it) is really holding up well, considering we had rain, hail, etc. It’s looking like it really is an outside bag after all. Not light either.
It hangs a bit lower so the kids too can get to it easily and in any case it’s pretty tall, so works fine for me too.
On the red one, see that home-made plastic roof thing? Well, I was cutting it out from the side of an old water tank (a giant plastic cube) and there is s spot in the middle where it is really thick and the craft knife just wasn’t going to be able to be pulled through it. I was busy scoring it repeatedly hoping to get through it, when the 2 year old says:
“Dad, cut it from the other side.”
Nothing quite as cool and humiliating at the same time as being proud of your 2 year old being literally smarter than you in that moment. So I did as he said and then bent the plastic and it snapped perfectly.
Anyway, I tested it for a few minutes and did a couple of pull ups on the chin up bar nearby. So you could say I “exercised” today.
Kind of like the fatsos on the grave-sleds in Wall-E when they try to walk.
Also, after it was up and I gave the thing a few punches to get a sense f it, the 2 yo goes:
“Dad, don’t
punch
the bag!”
To which I replied:
“Darling, it’s meant to be punched. That’s why it’s called a punch bag.”
She scoffed and then goes (I swear to God this is what she said, and yes she is not 3 yet):
“I call it a
dumb
bag.”
Which made me laugh, and so I asked, “Why do you call it that? Is it because you think the people that punch it a dumb?”
To which she nodded in her inimitable smile with that cheeky smile, and mouthed silently the word “Yes.” basically like calling me an idiot but rather diplomatically.
I have no idea where she gets it from, she’s scarily smart that girl.
Then of course Piglet wanted to punch the bags too.
The weird thing is that I first read about epigenetic probably close to a couple of decades ago, and since then, I have noted that all of my children have some innate ability at fighting. Be it punching, kicking, or wrestling. I genuinely did not ask them to pose or anything that is just one of 3 random pictures I took of them, but look at Piglet’s form. Left hand loaded up, leaning into it, but not of balance and directing the bag (it was swinging towards her after having been pushed) ready to catch that left punch head on.
And the little one gives scarily solid Systema style punches to my chin when we play fight.
Anyway, bag is up. Chin up bar is up. And I have taken a little 9 sessions of Tai Chi style movements up from a video on my phone, so I have no more excuses.
So we’ll see if/how I do anything by next week.
Please post your own wins or loser losses, like mine has been for several weeks now.
Especially since this year the olives were very few and not great quality, so it’s likely we will have zero oil this year, as we only ship absolutely premium product or nothing.
