Who is Davis M.J. Aurini? Only one of the coolest motherfuckers in the ‘sphere. And I’m not just saying that because he’s a snappy dresser, or because has an impressively baritone speaking voice, or because he stole my haircut.
Aurini is one cool bastard because he has an uncanny ability to take complex concepts and explain them in such a way that they’re instantaneously understandable.
Hypergamy: a woman’s sexual imperative to find the biggest, baddest, richest, handsomest, most awesome mate possible – has been making the rounds yet again. Articles on The Spearhead and HUS point out that it shouldn’t have the oft-maligned reputation that it has garnered in the manosphere. My view on this: they are completely missing the point.
Any outdoorsman knows that if you need to get water out in the wild, you never drink from stagnant sources like swamps, because they’re always filthy and dirty. Flowing water is clean water; creeks, brooks, rivers. Drinking stagnant water will make you sick, maybe even kill you.
There’s something you should know about my son and his peers. They’re not gay, they’re not lazy, they’re not stupid, they’re not unambitious, and they’re not weak. They’ve merely figured you out. They know you don’t give a rat’s ass about them, and you see them as nothing but providers and fantasy sex objects. They are wise to the game and they’re done playing by your rules.
The enthusiastic response she got from the manosphere (as evidence by the hundred some-odd comments, and the haters) isn’t a bad thing by any measure of the imagination, but it is telling. What does it say about us as a society that a mother declaring that she’s going to side with her son—her child, her flesh and blood—over the women he dates is considered unusual?
One thing that struck me about him and his government was how competent his government seemed to be. (It is a book written by himself, and he undoubtedly has written the book in a way that is flattering to himself. But Singapore did go from poor to wealthy and is usually cited among the freest countries in the world.) It seems to me that our American Democratic Party should more resemble Lee’s political party.
I know what I said last week, but the monkey’s dead and the show’s over. Barring divine intervention, I’m leaving the Bakken next week and will be in Portland before Christmas.
What caused this change of heart, you may ask?
I’d been planning to hang around Fracking Country until April or May, signing on as a roustabout and spending the rest of my trip exploring America with a five-figure wad of cash in my bank account. And while I do have some cash, my efforts to carve out a semi-permanent lifestyle in Williston have been stymied by a combination of government idiocy, corporate skittishness, and my own failures.
The business of winning elections is crude when compared to the pantheon of ideas. Getting to 51% is not a chore for high-minded philosophers, especially in this day and age when a higher percentage of Americans can elucidate on the precise spherical dimensions of Kim Kardashian’s ass then tell you who their senators are.
To those of you that believe only Dr. Ron Paul could save America, I’ll remind you that two GOP Senate candidates in flyover states were absolutely eviscerated by the leftist, multiculti media establishment and hung like an albatross around Governor Romney’s neck, scaring the bejesus out of enough women voters after the tingles from the first debate wore off to put this in the bag for Dear Leader. (The doubling down on the epic failure of America was really locked up when, after the storm, he stood next to the fat man in New Jersey looking oh so dreamy in his bomber jacket with the pretty bird embroidered on it.) Can you imagine what they’d do to Dr. Paul, Heaven help him? He’d be lucky to replicate Goldwater’s showing in 1964.
Once upon a time, there was a wise and beloved king.
The king presided over a bustling and prosperous empire. His castle was always packed to the brim with courtiers seeking favors. Men twice his age looked to him for advice. Women swooned over him, some even offering to give him naked pictures of themselves. Even his enemies respected him for his wit and intelligence. And every time he made a proclamation, everyone fell silent to listen to what he had to say.
And one day, the king surveyed his empire and said that it was good.
The critically important thing that people analyzing the 2012 election outcome have overlooked is that in a given election, when people take their ballot into the voting booth, on a fundamental level they decide where to cast their lot based on who they perceive to be best aligned with their self-interest. Demographics are not the magical formula for determining how people vote, but rather a reflection of what those various groups that show up to vote perceive to be their self-interests.