Greetings from England.

[black_knightParticipant 2602]

Hello gentlemen.

I’m 38, British, and recently swallowed the red pill regarding women. Though I felt an innate distaste for marriage, children, and divorce around age 10, I continued swallowing my red pill gradually through a sequence of relationships (age 16-38).

My experiences with women include, amongst much more than I list here, being cuckolded by almost all my exes (AWALT if you look hard enough for the evidence). I once worked 60 hour weeks for a few months to pay for a surprise birthday vacation for a welfare parasite (7 year relationship) in which I was scolded for my lack of sexual prowess. She also f~~~ed some chads whilst I was on shift earning that overtime. I’ve been conned out of money by use of crocodile tears, sob stories, and emotional manipulation by a 7 year house-mate whom I trusted. I’ve been teased with breadcrumbs of implied love and affection, later feeling the sting of the trap when they disappeared quickly after receiving signals of my desire and validation, leaving me wondering what on earth happened. I found these way more painful and cruel than mere c~~~ teasing. Two women have hacked my email accounts and interfered with personal stuff. I’ve received punches to the face, endured some extreme Jekyll and Hyde type borderline s~~~, and my first ex thought it ok to f~~~ all my mates to punish me for dumping her. Why did I dump her? Because I discovered she’d been f~~~ing my then best mate for 18 months, and my whole circle of friends knew, except me. I did online dating around 10 years ago, prior to Tinder culture, and realised the craziest women are always found on online dating sites – it’s probably twice as bad now. One was so scary I literally feared for my safety. In fact, in 22 years of girlfriends, I’ve few poignant and loving moments to recall. My relationships have largely been a struggle just to stay sane, yet alone secure, or feeling loved. There was one decent girlfriend, but she loved marriage more than she loved me, and subsequently left me. I’ve lost count of the times women rubbed their cat tails against me, only to flee with a face as foul as a fat f~~~er’s fart after failing to get their way. A few have even had the cheek to walk up to me in a bar and open with “I think you should buy me a drink” (they didn’t get one). I know I haven’t been dragged through divorce courts, so many will say I got off lightly. True. I appreciate that, and that is credited to my intuition, logic, and foresight about what marriage is. But a lack of sincere love through my entire love-life leads me to believe women are projected fantasies in male minds. They are nature’s trap. They are a HUGE liability. They truly only care for their own survival, and know no virtue or empathetic compassion towards men. That’s the only truth a man needs to know. Everything else flows from that. My Achilles heel was always hoping for a unicorn, or giving women the benefit of the doubt. This means my red pill always stuck in my gullet, never quite reaching my stomach.

Two glasses of water helped it down. The first glass was reading Marlon Brando’s autobiography a few years back. Sources for the book were plenty, and all supported the same tale. Apparently, in his younger heyday, bar 1 or 2 exceptions, every woman Brando approached f~~~ed him – this aside from the thousands that flung themselves at him. It mattered not that so many were married. They came from all walks of life, from hotel housemaids through to fellow Hollywood actresses. From poor to rich. What truly mattered was the anguish inflicted upon many husbands. Imagine your wife doing that? I indirectly learnt lots about women through reading this book. I felt deeply uncomfortable, pained even, reading it, and upon reflection, realised why: it bore the truth that all women ARE like that, or at least have the capacity for that. The second glass of water was reading accounts of British wives during world war 2. While their husbands were suffering war horrors, enduring constant threats of death and maiming, seeing their mates and comrades blown to pieces, facing stress, torture, and incessant gunfire, and for others horrors such as male rape, immolation, gas attacks, blindness, and drowning, all in the name of keeping British women and children safe, many of their wives were f~~~ing American soldiers stationed on British soil… because they were bored. Words fail me in the awe of this disgusting truth of female nature. Bear this in mind when WW3 soon kicks off, and you receive your call-up papers. What are YOU fighting for? Everybody’s interests EXCEPT yours, it seems. Though you’ll be convinced otherwise and shamed into participating.

The red pill is now digested and enlightens me more broadly too, resonating with my views on social media, consumerism, culture, society, and people in general. Smartphone culture has so much to answer for. It underlies and characterises Western dystopia. Facebook and Tinder tragically rob so much value, reward, and satisfaction to be had from traditional relationships, and I weep for generation Z. I do not, and never will own a smartphone. Don’t even get me started on Kasrdashian selfie culture, and the trend for celebrities to post topless nudes – you know the aesthetic, right? Valentine’s day, Christmas, mother’s day, father’s day, easter… all a huge manipulative con. They’re nothing more than shame, guilt, and emotion based capitalist orgies. We are farmed as consumer slaves. I refuse to be a slave for consumerism. “I bet you’re a bundle of fun at Christmas, aren’t you?” Most women say. “Yes” I chirp back full of confidence that I genuinely am. “Because domestic violence peaks around Christmas, and many are plunged into abject misery by the debts they rack up, and cannot pay off. So who’s the miserable one now, c~~~?” It’s no coincidence being a good consumer is bound with being a good citizen, and it’s mostly women who police this deranged association through employing shame tactics. A lot of men quietly acknowledge and agreed with my views on this. Hardly any women even try digesting it. There was nothing sadder, more pathetic, and depressing than taking a mosey around my local supermarket valentine’s day at around 5pm, to see that literally (I mean literally) every male within 100 metres of the front door (where the roses were) was clutching a bunch of red roses. It was surreal. Literally every male. I know one man whose wife virtually started a war when he once took a principled stand against valentine’s day and bought her nothing. Don’t women understand men only do valentine’s day as an insurance policy against a) their wives’ wrath, and b) their own guilt? It’s prescribed into the social sheep scripts. It has only ceremonial and symbolic meaning, not actual, sincere, and personal sentiment. It’s truly frightening to see such mass behaviour, mass psychology, and mass insanity.

Now the red pill is digested, I feel something unanticipated: an overwhelming sense of happiness, confidence, and strength. I pace around with a new found glory, looking at women, and thinking “you know what? YOU would have to impress ME now”. Women ARE overrated, and most only have looks and sex to offer. I want financial sense. I want them to have some passion, and more importantly, depth. I want them to know what love really is. I want a critical thinker. I do not want a bleached f~~~able anus, a painted on face, and a pink diamond encrusted iphone to be a wedge between us. I dearly love my own life, and am having a love affair with myself. I’m not lonely anymore. I have a few good close friends, parents included. I’m loyal to me. I live on my own in a small self contained, quiet, detached place where all bills are included in the rent. I religiously save about 1/3 of my salary, and after 2 decades of driving boring cars I finally bought the car of my desire last week. I intend to keep it for one year, possibly two, then go back to simple, cheaper cars. I paid to attend university a few years ago, and earned a degree in psychology – something I always wanted to study. I enjoy a brilliant work/life balance, have a stress free job where I’m alone 98% of the time, have tons of interests, and a couple of talents I am developing all the time. I continue my philosophical endeavours, and indulge guilt free in my finer cultural pursuits. My overtime no longer buys vacations for ungrateful state welfare parasitic c~~~s, but instead buys tailor made clothes from Saville Row tailors (I recommend tailor made clothes if nothing else for the boss confidence boost). I love how I can go for beer at 3am, and come home and drink it til 7am whilst jerking off and listening to whatever music I wish. I love how I can see who I want, when I want. I love going to a local swingers’ club and having sexual encounters of one kind or another with 4 or 5 women in one night without paying for it financially or emotionally, not having to feel guilty about cheating on my wife, nor hurting their husbands (who actually enjoy watching/being cuckolded). Sure I’ll die from throat cancer from the HPV, but I’ll only have myself and a few hundred women to blame, and a f~~~ load of wild stories for my imaginary grandkids. Yeah, MGTOW is THE only way. Why the F~~~ any man desires marriage and children in this unbelievably sick world is beyond me. It is twenty four carat insanity. All the married men with children I know have drink and drug problems. I, and a couple of other single men I know, do not. Coincidence? I Think not.

I have enjoyed lurking here for months, and I shall enjoy posting here. I have some great insights to share. This place is a powerful gold mine. Thank you, men, for bringing my understanding to a solid, consummate whole. I understood bits and pieces, and half accepted others, but this place is an enema for the soul. It sucks years of blue pill toxins out, and inserts truths on women, radical feminism, and politics and law, offering them as a complete treatment program. When I read threads on Loveshack now, I cringe. I note my recent perspective shift with fascination. Where I once saw beauty, promise, and maturity, I now see ugliness, breach, and childlike movement from their jammy little legs moving quickly whilst 5 paces in front of cuckold, arms folded. Where I once saw cool, edgy, liberated girls, I now see sheep who hate themselves, covering themselves in cliché, gaudy, passé tattoos. Where I once saw vulnerable, misunderstood, and abused daffodils, I now see cold, scheming, and abusive stinging-nettles. Where I once saw peachy pussy and smelt rose scented soap, I now see burst leather footb~~~~ and smell eggy urinals. What a refreshing social philosophy this is. I’ll raise a glass of ruby red to that!

[BlacqueJacqueShellacqueParticipant 6890]

Welcome to the forums brother! Ouch! Your story will help countless others.

Welcome!

[black_knightParticipant 2602]

Thanks Blacque.

What p~~~es me off, is that I’ve always felt TONS of virtue inside, and have never understood how women cannot, or do not, feel the same. For example, I have NEVER contemplated even flirting with, yet alone f~~~ing my male friends’ partners. Why? Because I have a tangible sense of loyalty and responsibility. I genuinely feel love and empathy for my brothers, and would detest to see them anguished by my selfish actions. I feel brotherly love for men, even strangers. Yes I have missed out on some of my own joy, but that’s a sacrifice I have made for the sake of others.

For example, when I was 21 I bumped into my high school crush when on a night out. I mean CRUSH. I was crazy about this girl in school. Being more confident than my 15 year old self, I just told her how much I liked her in school, and to my amazement she reciprocated. We shared a taxi home, and it all looked like game, set, and match. I couldn’t believe what was about to happen. However, she mentioned her boyfriend, and I immediately felt a huge surge of loyalty towards him. Not a need to dominate him, or snatch something away from him, but a sense of desire to protect him from the pain she was about to inflict on him. I did not care for the sense of competition which seems ingrained into our psyche. The taxi dropped me off first, I never saw her again.

That’s one example of millions I could give.

[BlacqueJacqueShellacqueParticipant 6890]

black_knight wrote:

and have never understood how women cannot, or do not, feel the same.

THIS is the red pill going down. Don’t sweat it man.

You are a good man.

[RoyDalParticipant]

Welcome!

Society asks MGTOWs: Why are you not making more tax-slaves?

[Anonymous 42]

They run you rag-ged until you run them out of town!

Welcome to the range!

[Joey AlfioParticipant]

Welcome aboard. The sooner you realize what they truly are, and how nature designed them, the more you’ll be at ease and the red pill rage will eventually subside and be of no bother.

My good friend stealthy once said to give ZERO f~~~s to these empty shelled c~~~s and start focusing on your own aspirations and goals in life.

Your time with them has passed, now it’s time to put emphasis on your life and not fall for the bait again. Live and learn.

Δεν υπάρχει τίποτε αδύνατο γι’ αυτόν που θα προσπαθήσει. - Μέγας Αλέξανδρος

[AkanbiParticipant 2120]

Welcome to the forums, bro.

You’re definitely in the right place.

I’m looking forward to reading more posts from you.

My brother make you no follow sheeple o. Look them and Go Your Way.

[Anonymous 25]

welcome to the forums

always good to see a fellow Brit

Hope you had a good Easter weekend

[joetechParticipant]

When I meet a Brit here I’m always reminded of John Cleese, and our brother Spirit. It’s good to have you here. Something I’ve learned is that if you limit your intake(things you hear, read, and see) you’ll limit the damage society’s norms can do to your persona. You’re in a good place to live your life well, and going your own way will no doubt be difficult in the UK. Expand your horizons and never let anyone know what you’re really up to. My uncle once told me, “You’ll do alright as long as you stay away from people.” Now I know what he meant. People=women.

"Don't follow in my footsteps...I stepped in something."

[MACHOParticipant]

Welcome black_knight, you sure went through a lot before becoming a RED-PILL MAN ! Now you can sit back with the rest of the men on here. This place is like an oasis for awaken men.

You must own a better Crystal ball than I

[MarketWatcherParticipant]

Greetings from across the pond. Thanks for the great read!

Welcome brother.

[black_knightParticipant 2602]

Thanks for the welcome gents.

I like how I have lurked on here for some time, how I’ve enjoyed reading the content, alone, in my humble bedsit, with a few beers, and music, and felt utterly unlonely, as if with a bunch of good mates all looking out for one another. The sort of mates that would think ahead, and put a beer with my name on it in their fridge for when I arrive. Nice one fellas!

[Back in BlackParticipant 1732]

Well done sir! Welcome. Looking forward to hearing more from you.

"Women are directly adapted to act as the nurses and educators of our early childhood, for the simple reason that they themselves are childish, foolish, and short-sighted—in a word, are big children all their lives, something intermediate between the child and the man, who is a man in the strict sense of the word. Consider how a young girl will toy day after day with a child, dance with it and sing to it; and then consider what a man, with the very best intentions in the world, could do in her place.” Quote from Arthur Shopenhauer, 17th century philosopher

[Anonymous 0]

Welcome home, Black Knight
Beer’s in the fridge

[Anonymous 1]

Welcome, brother.

black_knight wrote:

Thanks for the welcome gents.

I like how I have lurked on here for some time, how I’ve enjoyed reading the content, alone, in my humble bedsit, with a few beers, and music, and felt utterly unlonely, as if with a bunch of good mates all looking out for one another. The sort of mates that would think ahead, and put a beer with my name on it in their fridge for when I arrive. Nice one fellas!

I feel the same. I read this forum everyday and without them knowing, it pushes me to be a better person: in my job, the way I handle financial situations, etc. Just because I feel like the brothers here are there WITH me, without even meet.

Looking forward for your next posts!

[SilverOneParticipant 440]

Welcome to da house, black_knight, pull up a chair.
Excellent post. A goodly portion of it mirrors one I just wrote. You know, I used to love “love songs”; actually, I still do (you do realize the most beautiful love songs, and the most heart wrenching breakup songs are written by men, right?), but I see them now as just as much a fantasy as the science fiction I also love. Love songs are men’s fantasies of how it ought to be, but women just keep disappointing us.
As you learn more about the natural world around us, you see very few incidences of monogamy. A few species mate for life, but they really are very few, mostly birds. If you look at man’s closest relative in the wild, apes, you find an interesting behavior. While two alpha males are fighting (sometimes to the death) for the right to breed the female in season, she may well be off breeding one of the inferior males. Tell me this isn’t true in our society, and I’ll show you a fine bridge I own that you might want to spend some of that overtime on.

I don’t believe in female magic anymore. And will never again gut myself to make room for it. --Narwhal--

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