A Big Issue

Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes!
Some pearls o’ whizdom out there if’n yer looking closely enough.

Tonight’s thought comes from The Thot Patrol in Reddit.  A small sub that makes fun of wahmennez and their completely clueless approach to dating, entitlement and downright fucked in the headedness.  Specifically the poasts are about Online Dating Profiles, and the subsequent analysis of said-OLD profiles.  Case in Point:

30 years old
Six Fucking Kids (who will always come first)
AND
a bun in the fucking oven no less
I have standards!” Proclaims the Princess of Propriety and Penis Worship (I mean think about it…-7– fucking kids, at 30?  How many doodz did she do WITHOUT getting her Arby’s Lubed with Nut Butter?… (Got a hunch that’s a Hallway that more-than-a-fucking-few Hotdogs were cast down upon it.)  

Gah!!!!
And some folks asked me -why- I stuck with Wifey back when we had it rough BEFORE she was Wifey?  Let me tell you, a two year age gap, and raised with the same old fashion values.And that right there… it was a major piece of our foundation.  Traditional Values

She lern’t at her Mama’s knee how to be a ‘Lady’.. did the ballet, the proper classes in etiquette.. shit leftover from the 50’s and 60’s… she was, like me married 20 years BEFORE her shit went sideways.  No idea the real deal on that but hey, we get along with other Grans just fine… least they can talk… Mine?  Fuck that bitch in half lengthwise with a rusty logging saw.

Terms like ‘entitlement princess’, ‘bailout queen’ run allllll over the place in that sub…It’s really really sad though…  It’s like watching a slow motion kaleidoscope of shitty selfish, entitled fantasy-based behavior that ultimately is a Big reason we’re in Ye Olde Shitter here in the Untied Statz.  

“There are no elders anymore. There is no community anymore. We turn to internet for advice, and internet further propagandizes us. We are atomized creatures. Connected but our phones acting as isolation chambers. All I see in the future is misery. Tons and tonnes of misery.”

Wifey lern’t from Mom AND her Gran.  Just like we’re pretty much raising her Grans right now… God help me there’s a -small part- of ‘selfish bastard BCE’ who thinks aboot the ‘what ifs’ but then it’s quickly washed away by having Red and the Chubby Monkey runnin’ ’round here…  May not be blood, but by-Gawd they’re kin.

Nowadays, That’s all in the past

To the point no one even remembers it really.
It’s “quaint”
“Old fashioned”
“Dated”

Thing is, things were better back then.  Like it’s blaringly obvious.  And unfortunately, we ARE so ‘atomized’ and self-segregated that we no longer HAVE elders or people with strong hands to guide wayward folks… I mean shiiiiiiiiiiit… I may have been 24 years old, in the Infantry, considered an adult but I sure as fuck didn’t ‘grow up’ until Spawn #1 showed up, and I realizedI have to “Adult” now.

I remember it vividly.

The self-realization that stupid late night parties and dumbasshattery were -over- as I was now responsible for an itty bitty human made up of half of my fucking DNA dammit.  That I was responsible for caring, feeding, protecting and educating this small helpless hairless lil critter for a loooooong time to go, and that there was MORE than a slight possibility that there may even be MOR spawn enroute if I wasn’t careful.

Cold Shower of Reality INDEED.

So, since being a Whypeepo TradCon Male over 50 is soooo passé… hell, downright dangerous depending on your ZIP code these days, I have to keep meselves and our real time selves sort of undercover when it comes to our -true- beliefs… which, as Wifey sez, in my case is sort of “Hard Right” (or is it Reich?) of Heinrich Himmler…

Jes’ Sayin’

And overall, societally speaking, another quote:  “A few years I had the illusion that we could fix our problems through politics. If only people would see that… After the sewage has been opened to me over the last 2 years and I’ve seen the depth of the disease that’s been flourishing for 60 years I can only conclude the patient is dying, or another metaphor that the ship is sinking. Even if we’d beat the corona measures there are a 1000 layers of invisible and unconscious disease few people are aware of.”

Which brings the point home: “We ain’t voating our way out” or the ever popular “There ain’t no way of voating our way out of this” or TANWOVOWOOT… YMMV on that one… you dig my groove tho Aye?

The politicians have effectively bound our hands
The social media disease have bound our minds
The (((‘entertainment’))) industry have bound our dreams
All stolen, like our bequeathed heritage…
So which leaves us and Begs the Question
“So what are YOU going to do aboot it?”
Me?  I’m still waiting like Vladimir for Godot…
Like lo! oh so many others like myself…
An apt metaphor if there ever was one…

More Later I Remain The Intrepid Reporter
Big Country

By BigCountryExpat

Fuck you if you can't take a joke. No one gets out alive so eat me.

19 comments

  1. If you were single and looking, she’d be the poster child for rubbin’ one out on the regular.

  2. I’m old enough to remember when people dressed up to go on plane rides and Dr. visits…

    Anyway, you’re showing the same overgeneralized learned helplessness (conditioning) that a lot of people are. And, realize, that is what it is….conditioning.

    Fact: Anything Federal is unserviceable at this point.
    Fact: Anything Local is still serviceable. Actually, preferably serviceable.
    Fact: You’re in Florida.

    Now, frame that in terms of voting on local stuff. Let Soros take more of Tampa if you wish. Or, play find the elected democrat in Lee county.

  3. The nose-piercing would have been the first red flag. I don’t think I’d have read about the six mutants she squeezed out by 30, but it would have been interesting to see a pic of that litter.

  4. “Never be able to bring you home” sounds like she’s living at home with her mommy and daddy. If’n it was ‘her’ house/apt/tent she wouldn’t be stating that. How does she have time to date with 6 + 1 rugrats? Thankfully, my better half is as old fashioned as my grandparents.

  5. Amos 5:10-14
    They hate him that rebuketh in the gate, and they abhor him that speaketh uprightly.
    Forasmuch therefore as your treading is upon the poor, and ye take from him burdens of wheat: ye have built houses of hewn stone, but ye shall not dwell in them; ye have planted pleasant vineyards, but ye shall not drink wine of them.
    For I know your manifold transgressions and your mighty sins: they afflict the just, they take a bribe, and they turn aside the poor in the gate from their right.
    Therefore the prudent shall keep silence in that time; for it is an evil time.
    Seek good, and not evil, that ye may live: and so the Lord, the God of hosts, shall be with you, as ye have spoken.

    James chapter 5 also comes to mind. Take heart, BCE and you fellow denizens of the commentariat, there will be a reckoning. Just be sure you’re on Jesus’ side…

  6. A woman with six (soon to be seven) welfare kids makes good money:
    – $1,000 per month in welfare
    – $1,100 per month in food stamps
    – $1,800 per month in child tax credit ($2,100 when #7 is born)
    – up to $6,728 per year from the Earned Income Tax credit (the exact amount on this one depends on how smart she is in playing the system)
    plus some free food from the WIC program
    In all, this chick is getting paid about $60K a year for getting pregnant.

  7. “….her Arby’s lubed with Nut Butter…”
    That, right there, was worth the price of admission. I am still laughing.

  8. My sons are being raised old fashioned, with morals, respect and such. They are 10 and 13. I have this picture in my minds eye of them wading through skanks, dodging vapid ho’s and twats like the above a-la raiders of the lost ark tomb scene… I have done my best to try to give them the smarts to not end up tied to a hoochie.

    It’s all fun and games ’til the peenies and the gynies get involved.

  9. Sometimes I wonder if profiles like that are real. What are the odds that this woman has had a baby every other year since she was 16?

    1. OK, bad math. If #7 is at 30, #6 at 28, #5 at 26, #4 at 24, #3 at 22, #2 at 20, and #1 at 18.

  10. 7 more government dependent and edumacated voters incoming. Very hard hearts and tight communities will be needed when her little precious and entitled mob land in someones area. Wonder what her skill set could possibly be.

  11. That’s nothing. A few years ago, Social worker friend had a mom (25)and grandma (37)bring in daughter (12), who was pregnant. With her second. Mom and grandma thought this was great. My friend was almost in tears. Generations used to be considered to be about 25 years.

  12. It’s all phony — the photo, age, description — all bullshit. And if not, who gives a flying fuck? Spending more than two seconds on this crap distracts you boys from the mission.
    Does it not?

    1. Respectfully. Unfortunately things like the portrayed subject/situation may be on the final exam. Community cohesion can get stress tested hard by wandering shit tornados like that showing up. Can’t just shoot and bury some things right out of the gate. Heads on pikes are probably not on the table either…

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