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President Snow 2 years, 4 months ago.
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Remember this one?
Yeah, she’s gone. Kicked out the door. Ever since that moment (perhaps even before then) I noticed the cracks in the N in front of the AWALT. She started out sweet and nice, talked about marriage, children, etc. Yet, she started talking as if there was a more insidious agenda (see link above). She started talking about the shared capital (where we live, you can supposedly legally opt out, though I don’t trust the state legislation as far as I can throw it) we would have, but: depending on how much was on either of our bank accounts.
I’m no rocket scientist, but I know economic incentive. She wanted shared capital only if it was a net gain to her. Combine that with an eating disorder stemming from depression and the motherload of daddy issues, and I was aching to cut her loose.
It took me a truly crazy banshee to finally see the female mindset. She was ultra-feminine (easily in the upper 10 percentiles, were this a statistical or scientific study), so it was like experiencing the female gender under a microscope. I could see pretty much every fibre of the female psyche. It was truly a sight to behold, akin to a lioness stalking its prey. Add her feminist schooling and the gynocentric train hit full speed. I thought I could get the Marxist feminist out of her. Though I got pretty far, I soon realised that every woman is likely to be a feminist at heart, which is totally reasonable: it’s an economic incentive for them, as they stand to gain the most from it.
Anyway, I’m done. I’ve graduated from university with multiple Master-level degrees, little debt, and the freedom to do whatever the hell I want. No more nagging or crazy girlfriend asking me where I am or what I’m doing. No more brown-nosing for Marxist professors just because they can fail me because they don’t like what I have to say and why I don’t worship at the Altar of Feminism, Das Kapital, and Postmodernism. They are simply too sheepish to think outside of their box and too ignorant to see what happens in the world around them. That ivory tower is coming down one day: I will laugh when that happens and proverbially roast marshmallows over the burning wreckage. As soon as I get a job and some affordable housing elsewhere, I’m gonna get my motorcycle driver’s licence and then, of course, a motorcycle (whoever has tips for a “baby’s first motorcycle”, feel free to DM me). Perhaps I’ll join some of those MGTOW motorcycle club rides some of you guys have been talking about.
I’m free. Goddamnit, I’m a free man. Never did it feel so f~~~ing rad.
Fantastic! Congratulations! Your life is all blue skies.
and .. it actually keeps getting better. For me, new interests have emerged from several directions and have completely filled the future itinerary. Great post. Excellent reading.
Never forget what brought you here brother. Now go for it and seize the day. Get some !!!!!
Peace is > piece.
Thanks, brothers.
It’s really nice to know that there are likeminded people out there. This website has helped me tremendously in the last year or so.
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