Good morning, brothers.

[Vector VikingParticipant 413]

My first post here. Very likely to ramble, I’ll at least try to make it entertaining.

I guess I’ll start with when I took the red pill. It wasn’t like the scene in The Matrix at all, there was no choice in the matter. Take the red pill, or take the red pill.

I stood in the courthouse hallway with my newly-reappointed attorney, a diminutive, thin mousey-haired woman who looked like she hadn’t slept in days and smelled like she hadn’t showered since before she slept. Like stale coffee breath and the jacket you didn’t wash after going to the one bar that still allows smoking inside. She certainly and admittedly hadn’t been briefed on my case. She’d barely had 2 minutes to speak with the prosecutor and my former lover. I wouldn’t call my plaintiff a girlfriend, definitely nowhere near a wife. The red flags started waving far before I got anywhere close to any kind of commitment, even though at the time I was still a battery, trained into thinking that’s what I wanted. Just not with the narcissist manipulator that my penis called home for a few months. I didn’t have time to get any of my stuff from her apartment in the dramatic s~~~-storm that happened when I broke it off, so I gave her a couple of weeks to pull her head together before asking her via text to mail the one item that I really cared about keeping. Silly me for thinking that she’d act like a grown-ass woman, being almost thirty and all.

“4 hours of community service if you take a plea”.

“4 hours? Are you serious? Just pull the f~~~ing trigger and get it dismissed already.”

“That isn’t up to the prosecutor. That’s up to Ms. Harrison. She won’t let it go, and if you don’t take the plea, the judge will find you guilty and you’ll do time.”

“For asking that she return a photograph of my dead grandmother and I?”

“It doesn’t matter what you did or didn’t do. What matters is that she said the right words to the right people.”

“Her mother is a family law attorney, you know.”

“I didn’t know that, but that makes sense. If it’s any consolation, my boss believes you and if he does, so do I.”

“Fine. I’ll take the plea, but you have to say it.”

“Fine with me. Wait here until you’re called in.”

So I took the oath while the judge looked through her glasses at the sheet of paper in her hand and said that I had been accused of Harassment and Threats and asked me how I plead, never breaking contact with the paper.

“My defendant pleads guilty, your honor.”

My former fling leaned over the rail and started hissing into the prosecutor’s ear, her head jerking with every bare-toothed muffled word, her finger in the side of the prosecutor’s face before flipping her hair and storming out of the courtroom. The judge never looked up while she ran autopilot and monotone through my sentencing. I leaned over the desk to sign some documents, and my band-aid lawyer asked quietly “Why do I feel like we just won?”

“Because we did. I do community service stuff at least once a week without anyone asking and she knows it. She wanted me to stand in front of a judge and admit under oath that I’m the bad guy for breaking up with her. Looks like your colleague over there just missed out on a private-sector job, though.”

“Hmm. Keep this paperwork and bring it back to the expungement office on the sixth floor when you’ve completed your community service. It’ll be like this never happened“. I might just be projecting, but I could’ve sworn I saw for the tiniest flash, the corner of one of my lawyer’s nostrils and the corner of her mouth raise before she re-applied her all-business robot lawyer mask. Schadenfreude. The “Hmm.” said “Good. F~~~ing HATE that bitch!” Or I’m just projecting. Whatever.

I left the courtroom and walked down the hallway towards the elevator. Ms. Harrison was sitting with her back against the wall, sobbing into her cell phone with who I assume was her mother. The cop she had conned into arresting me was standing over her, patting her shoulder and spoon-feeding the victim-child-monster that I just wanted rid of. Christ, that sorry battery-boy even LOOKED like Dr. Phil. He made a point to shoot his meanest Dr. Phil patronizing glare at me as I let the heels of my boots hit the floor a little stronger, a little louder than normal. Mark my passing, bitch. Your badge and gun and Napoleonic power-tripping are beneath my heels. I really wanted to smile at him. Badly. I wanted to bare my fangs and let them both have a good look at my happy, dignified defiance. Instead, I was just glad they were right there at that exact moment. Because if there’s one thing that you just can’t ever do in a courtroom and really should not ever do in an elevator…

It’ll be like this never happened.

Please. I’m glad it did. I got off way easier than most guys, that’s something I won’t forget. I’m not bound via alimony nor child support. Nobody else spends the money I earn, tells me how I should behave in public, or gets offended how I spend my free time. I’m a lucky man.

 

 

[Anonymous 42]

I’m already laughing, ………only saw the avatar, and read 2 lines^^

[Anonymous 42]

Vector Viking wrote:

Take the red pill, or take the red pill.

Vector Viking wrote:

Just not with the narcissist manipulator that my penis called home for a few months.

Dude. we could use you on the comedy thread…..

Your story about the FAILING JUSTICE SYSTEM is nothing new, it’s nature is to convict the innocent and reward the guilty. We SEE THE INJUSTICE all around us. I’ve had COPS LIE and purge themselves in a court of law, it’s common place now, to many cops are WHITE NIGHTS and malicious BASTARDS. NACALT, many are decent human beings without an attitude. But it seems the Andy Taylor’s and Sergeant Fridays are becoming more and more outnumbered by this new brand of police officer, FIRE, AIM, READY, it’s not good for the cause of freedom and stability when we see the militarization and dehumanization of the police forces. TURTLES.

[harpo-my-“SON”Participant 2410]

welcome Vector Viking

was fun to read and humorous. your positive attitude made me chuckle.

You were the victim, you was found guilty and punished yet your outlook is you won.

Did Ms. Harrison return the picture?

I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at those who misunderstand me. Kind mockery at the well intentioned, but unfettered cruelty towards those would be prison guards of my creative possibilities. This so as to learn as much from misunderstanding as from understanding. Taking pleasure in worthy opponents and making language fluid and flowing like a river yet pointed and precise as a dagger. Contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful linguistic dance, A verbal martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.

[Vector VikingParticipant 413]

Thanks brothers!

Harpo, I did win. She went to GREAT lengths to try to humiliate me for deciding that after giving her a fair shot, she didn’t meet my criteria for partnership. She failed, and the judge ordered me to do something I’m already in the habit of doing. I didn’t even get the chance to read the entirety of her accusations, but it’s fair to say that the effort she put into trying to ruin my life was far more than mailing an envelope with a photo in it. And no, I never got it back. She probably burned it in some vodka-fueled victim party with her yoga class friends. It’s just a thing, man. I had assigned emotional value to it but ultimately it’s just a souvenir that I lost. It isn’t the only picture that was taken of my g’ma and I, just the last one before she died.

Besides, not only did I deny her victory as she saw the terms of the contest, I literally farted on a White Knight cop in a literal Hall of Justice.

That ain’t just an upset, bruh. That’s the underdog runnin’ up the score as time expires.

Tower- yeah man, the system is f~~~ed up. The deck is stacked and even MGTOWs are vulnerable, albeit to a lesser extent than batteries are. I don’t think any of us have to look far to see men who have been railroaded by the court system because they let a female get too close.

Contrasting examples: I have two uncles, Mike and Pat. Well, I have more than two uncles but these two are the poignant examples. Pat is a doctor and Mike an entrepreneur, both of them financially successful.

Pat is absolutely brilliant in the research lab, I’m talking savant-level microbiologist. Outside of the lab, an absolute f~~~ing moron. He had a wife, kids, nice house in the expensive ‘burbs, the whole blue-pill nine-yards. He left his wife and kids for his “soulmate” (his secretary), who was pretty, lots younger, and had the intellectual capacity of a stapler. Probably worth mentioning that she was a drug addict and former prostitute. So he’s paying alimony and child support and lost all of his really expensive stuff and marries the real-time value of a $50 parking lot blowjob. After 2 years, she dies. OD on “ibuprofen” (if you believe that, I’ve got some fantastic beachfront property in Omaha I think would be perfect for you!). So how does he rebound from that? Remarries a single mom with 3 kids. Yep, this goes how you think this goes. 3 years later, and now he’s got 1 dead wife, 2 alimony payments and child support for SIX kids, three of whom he didn’t father. About a month ago, my dad tells me that Pat is getting married again. I facepalmed so hard I may have given myself a mild concussion.

So Mike isn’t a brilliant scientist, but MAN that guy is good at turning money into more money. The last time he had a boss to report to was in the Army in the early 70’s. He gets married in the early 80’s and everything is on the ups for Mike. Wife, 2 great kids, nice house and cars, boat, harley, all the toys. So when the kids are mostly grown, his wife divorces him and takes half of his stuff. This wrecks him for about a year. So he’s got one alimony payment and one child support payment out of two kids. Big difference between he and his brother is that he learns from his experience. Yeah, he got bent in divorce court. He just does the math and gets back on the horse, and in no time he’s back in the game with a better strategy. He makes more money than he did at the time of the divorce settlement, replaces all of his lost stuff and more. Gets an upgrade girlfriend and refuses to marry her. She even tried the “put a ring on it or I’m out” strategy, and he dug in and didn’t budge. So she crawled back and they’re still together, now he’s retired and they both live on his boat. By “retired”, I mean his finances are set on autopilot, even with alimony. By “boat”, I mean nicer than most houses. Just without the lawn and HOA tax. I’m not sure about exactly where in the Carribean he is right now, but I do know he’s having fun with it and he sure as s~~~ ain’t shovelin’ snow out of his driveway.

So I guess I forgot where I was really going with all of this. I guess the point is to be smart and roll with the punches and you’ll be okay. If you aren’t already married, there’s no need to put yourself in that kind of vulnerable position where you’re a voluntary slave at the unlikely best, and your life being destroyed at the probable worst. If you think you have to have kids, do the math. SEVEN. BILLION. Seven billion humans on this rock and nowhere else to go.

 

[KeymasterKeymaster 15]

What a fun read! Thanks for the morning chuckle. The level of writing here is impressive all around.

I literally farted on a White Knight cop in a literal Hall of Justice.

Ha ha ha

[harpo-my-“SON”Participant 2410]

Great read Vector that is quite a story

 

 

 

I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at those who misunderstand me. Kind mockery at the well intentioned, but unfettered cruelty towards those would be prison guards of my creative possibilities. This so as to learn as much from misunderstanding as from understanding. Taking pleasure in worthy opponents and making language fluid and flowing like a river yet pointed and precise as a dagger. Contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful linguistic dance, A verbal martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.

[Anonymous 5]

Very entertaining story. Look forward to hearing more. Welcome.

[KeymasterKeymaster]

Mucho entertaining read here @VectorViking. Welcome to the MGTOW forums. Have already seen you around and glad you made yourself at home. Thanks and a pleasure to read about you.

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