From a young age I have viewed women as a different being, ontologically separate from Humanity. That is from Man. Whether this separation arises from societal conditioning or from the unalterable givenness of the body is secondary; the fact of the separation remains primary. I observed that they possess weaker, more delicate bodies. If I pulled a girl’s hair in school the repercussions were always more severe than if I punched a boy square in the face. The girls in school and university seemed to operate under a different dispensation of accountability. They got away with far more than the boys ever could. A girl could start a fight between two guys with nothing but words and emerge largely unscathed. All these elementary asymmetries produced in me a rational and lasting wariness.
The humiliation ritual called University, followed by my induction into the goycattle workforce, and concurrent with the maturation of my own cognition did not dissolve this wariness; it refined it. Years of repression and careful distance accumulated until they erupted. I began treating women with deliberate hostility. I would shoulder check them on purpose and then apologize. I would deliver statements packaged as compliments that were in truth precise insults and they understood them as such. Every effort was aimed at pushing women away from me. Yet to the surprise of my annunaki brain the opposite occurred. The hostility only drew them closer. I secured my first girlfriend by bullying her for her weight in university. Women appear to interpret hostility as a signal of abundance. The man who pushes them away is presumed to possess an overabundance of pussy and therefore higher status, which only intensifies the attraction. In my workplace I have watched the same pattern. Women are drawn to those who display explosive episodes of anger or overt aggression. In addition they prove readily commandable and manipulable once the pattern is recognized.
These realizations forced upon me one final question: why is this creature placed on a pedestal and granted the same rights, responsibilities, and expectations as God’s perfect creation: Man? Left to their own devices, women function as harbingers of complete societal collapse. I have observed this on the micro level in workplaces and friend groups, where coordination fractures and standards erode. I have observed it on the macro level in the actions of political women who advance open borders policies in the manner of Angela Merkel. After prolonged reflection I reached the conclusion that the second half of the problem is the Normalnigger.
Normalnigger men worship, adore, and grovel before women. They have fully internalized the belief that women are equal to men on every relevant dimension without ever stopping, opening their eyes, and testing the claim against observation. This internalization has produced disaster after disaster that has directly degraded my own development and quality of life. Forty years ago the presence of female coworkers or female superiors would have been unheard of, today it is the unmarked norm. Worse still, the same Normalniggers who affirm formal equality simultaneously exempt women from its logical consequences. The moment accountability arrives they reclassify the woman as a child: standards are lowered, consequences are softened, and the adult demand is withdrawn.
This is the architecture of the Antichristial times in which I find myself. Women are treated as equal yet shielded from equality’s burdens, and the predictable result is disorder at every scale on which they are loosed. Normalniggers sustain the entire arrangement by worshipping it and protecting it from correction. Hierarchy is inverted. The stronger is made to serve the weaker. The capacity for judgment is sacrificed so that perpetual exemption may continue.
if you don't like someone, you should ferment your piss in the sun for a week and then put it in some water balloons and throw it at them. it never fails to get the message across and they can't ignore it.
>>401355(OP) >The stronger is made to serve the weaker The macroscopic masculinity, which is nobility and clergy, got ousted, thus the microscopic masculinity, which is the male in the family unit, would also be ousted
>be male >live struggling to escape women as much as you can, desperately fighting to protect your institutions and hobbies from the total destruction they enthusiastically bring >still get completely fucked by women since they ruined every economy, company and job you could possibly work with in the world, you are left with nothing except anime and vidya (which the foids are attacking too) >"hm i think... le jews are behind all this actually"
anti feminists in the past: women can't think rationally because of hormones so they shouldn't have the same rights as men feminists today: women can't think rationally because of hormones so they shouldn't have the same rights as men
>>403032 bUN BUN BUN NEW PVP STORY I invaded a guy who was solo and bowed so I bowed back and we fought, I was using bloodhound fang (I never used it in early game and wanted to know what it feels like), I do the weapon art and he has it memorized perfectly and backstabs me then parries my combo so I know he's a pro so I lock the fuck in and actually manage to deal a lot danmage but thnm he also gives me lots of ouchies but dhrjng the end we were both locked the fuck in and 1 hit away from dying, he started using catch flame but it didn't catch me, I even managed to pull off one weapon art without being puinished and I FUCKLINMG WON I like this pvp thing
>>403038 This is some kind of troll story enrage me no one shoukd legitimetely talk about "combos" by doing an r1 chain and "skillful deployment" of a slow comediclly reactable aow thats more of a dice roll than a tool in your kit i knew that in my first ever er invasion just wanted to make my mad you little desynce packet loss abortion baby if this is a true story lets hope you enter your grace goblin era and quit soob
While you fo your retarded low level i cant play psgs anymore a setup alfeady nerfed to shit in 1.14 ruined further cuz you cant dead angle it so now its vortex is no linger a vortex ans can be reaction parried becuase every weapon has overblown parry iframes and i have to only play dead angle free aim cr1 you dont even know what the fuck thay is polish stop playing on your infant console and fight me meta level or higher on pc
Lifecycle of a polish casual Play pve Forget about game Remember pvp Try pvp Bad at it Does it low level Eventually goes higher level and realises skill gap between them and competent duelists is too far and ganks are too oppresive Become grace goblin and use the fsct you can use rune arc and other advantages over who you are "dueling" Keep losing anyway 3 divergent paths return back to low level and fester, become a blue or have a friend in world who you can gank eith if it gets too tough Eventually full player gank or cheat/ exploit to area and only come down when 2 blues are summoned into your world Eventually they all give up and stop playing after a few months until next big game
>>405766 trve, this is kind of what I was saying about the goth house bitch a while ago. I hate it when women be like >yeah I'm not shallow I have interests ^-^ >looks inside >it's all shit 4chan autists stereotypically like I would rather listen to a eokajbdrone on about love island or whatever inane shit they're actually into than have them try to woo me by dangling keys in front of my face >ooh I wear black lipstick and I like video games, do you like me yet? It's the same kind of feeling as getting an ad on YouTube. How dare you come into my life and insult my intelligence and my agency in order to get me to do something? Capitalism already does that enough, I don't need women doing it too. Granted men have been doing that for ages lol, many many bronies only became such to try to get closer to a girl methinks.
Also bonus points if a woman has an actual interest in something that isn't consumerist nonsense, although I find that's rather rare because the patriarcy affords women less time and grace to sit on their ass listening to mark felton and shoveling cheetos into their mouth and such, or something
