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Thanks for the explanations and instruction = am obviously new here , but everything you say rings true to my experiences in life
I’d love to get it on with some of those women and Im sure that they would love getting it on with me. Sex with a hot woman and a fight with her boyfriend, now that’s my kind of night.
I'm married to the game,but she broke her vows.
I’d love to get it on with some of those women and Im sure that they would love getting it on with me. Sex with a hot woman and a fight with her boyfriend, now that’s my kind of night.
C’mon dude, don’t give these hoes what they want. They’re cheating on him, abusing him, using his money. Save the man by telling him she’s cheating, using, and stuff. Not by f~~~ing his girl then fighting him. Don’t give the hoes what they want m8, especially hurting the guy. We’re supposed to support the guys here. Especially beating him, and f~~~ing his girl. Plenty of hot girls, you don’t need to do that.
C’mon dude, don’t give these hoes what they want. They’re cheating on him, abusing him, using his money. Save the man by telling him she’s cheating, using, and stuff. Not by f~~~ing his girl then fighting him. Don’t give the hoes what they want m8, especially hurting the guy. We’re supposed to support the guys here. Especially beating him, and f~~~ing his girl. Plenty of hot girls, you don’t need to do that.
You’re right about that,but people need to learn from their mistakes. In some cases people never learn(even after being cheated on). I was just thinking that if the circumstances of the relationship were more extreme than that,then more people would get tired of the abuse and join MGTOW.
I'm married to the game,but she broke her vows.
Man… That s~~~ was sick…
The only thing I wanted was to know each and every single one of those whores’ boyfriends.
I would make them see the masters~~~ they are enduring without even knowing, and after they swallowed the bitter red pill, would take them to MGTOW.
Seriously, I felt so bad seeing that Tumbler… Man… I am shocked!
We should have a Topic on forum called “The Arsenal” where we would stock all of those stronger “Pepper Red” Pills, just to help us to bring one of those friends of all of us to MGTOW…
Man, that s~~~ was sick, dude… I am not ok… That was the reddest red pill I’ve always taken.
"Young was I once, I walked alone, and bewildered seemed in the way; then I found me another and rich I thought me, for man is the joy of man." Odin, Hàvamàl, stanza 47.
When women that are in a relationship cheat, it is to:
Devalue the guy they are in a primary relationship with. They are just that sadistic and sick that they get off on knowing they are cheating but the guy they are with is monogamous.
They want new and different sex than what they are getting in the relationship, and often want more extreme and hardcore sex with other guys so that they can still maintain the façade and charade of being a ‘good girl’ with the guy they are in a relationship with.
Hypergamy, which includes always keeping any available or potential options for AC (alternate c~~~) open and ready in case they decide they want to get out of their primary relationship. They need another c~~~ in their mouth just hours after breaking up with the other guy.
Cheating on some level allows them to never get to a point where they are too attached to the guy they are in a relationship with, gives them the upper hand, makes them feel like they are in control and allows them to balance their need to be a good girl that portrays herself as being monogamous in her relationship, while also being able to get f~~~ed like a porn star by other guys that just want her for sex. So in a sense, women do not even know who they are or what they want out of life, relationships and sex. They just roll with whatever they feel like at the moment.
Wanna get f~~~ing p~~~ed?
Read the short story from “evilcheatingbitch”
here it is,
”
She heard his keys slide into the door. “Just do it like we talked about,” she said. “No one will ever know it was you.” The door opened, and light, shuffling footsteps came down the hallway.
She was lying in bed with the man who was going to ruin her fiancé. She had been using him as her beta for over two years, spending his money and slowly investing his assets in her name without his knowledge. She was ready to finish him off.
He walked to the bedroom doorway, calling her name. “What the f~~~? Who is this?” There he stood, 5’4”, in the doorway of his bedroom, looking at the woman he dedicated his life and work to lying in bed with another man. She looked at him silently and glanced away without saying a word.
The man rose from the bed and took long, calm strides up to him. He stood 6’3” and towered over her fiancé, coolly grabbing him by the shoulders, and effortlessly pushed him to the floor. He pinned him on his back and slammed his fist into his face repeatedly, making the helpless male grunt and squirm, inaudible words interrupted every time the man pounded his face.
After fourteen direct blows to his face, he fell limp and the man stopped. He tried to roll over away from the man, slowly sliding his body underneath him and mumbling incoherently.
“More,” she said, resting on the bed on her side, holding her head in one hand with an almost bored look on her face. The man resumed beating him, pounding his fists into his teeth, making a fleshy thud with every methodical blow. “I want it bashed in. Show him what happens to losers who get in the way.”
The man grabbed one of his boots from the floor and put it on his foot. It was a thick boot with a heavy sole, the kind used for heavy work or construction. The man pulled him up from the floor with one arm and dragged him, stumbling across the room, to the bathroom and put him on his knees in front of the sink. He grabbed his hair with one hand, opened his jaw with the other, and gently rested his teeth against the top of the rounded porcelain. He stood behind him and took a small step back.
“You’re done,” he said, and swiftly kicked the back of his head forward with the heel of his boot. Teeth tacked across the floor, bounding against the tiles, before his body fell with a soft thump. His face was bashed and sunken in. He lay on the floor and groaned softly, breathy whispers coming from his ruined mouth.
“Shut up.” The man lifted his boot from the floor and stomped on his face three times, pausing for a moment between each blow. His jaw and cheekbone snapped with audible cracking sounds. The beaten male fell silent and unconscious. The man took off his boot and dropped it next to him as he stepped over his unconscious body and returned to the bedroom.
“I left my phone at a friend’s. I wasn’t here tonight. Take everything he has. Most of it is in my name already.”
“That’s mine too.” He grabbed a fistful of her hair, pushed her face into the sheets, and mounted her from behind.
“Yes, sir,” she muffled into the bed. “It’s yours. I’m sorry. Thank you.” She knew who she belonged to and loved him for it.”
Wanna get f~~~ing p~~~ed? Read the short story from “evilcheatingbitch” here it is, ”
She heard his keys slide into the door. “Just do it like we talked about,” she said. “No one will ever know it was you.” The door opened, and light, shuffling footsteps came down the hallway. She was lying in bed with the man who was going to ruin her fiancé. She had been using him as her beta for over two years, spending his money and slowly investing his assets in her name without his knowledge. She was ready to finish him off. He walked to the bedroom doorway, calling her name. “What the f~~~? Who is this?” There he stood, 5’4”, in the doorway of his bedroom, looking at the woman he dedicated his life and work to lying in bed with another man. She looked at him silently and glanced away without saying a word. The man rose from the bed and took long, calm strides up to him. He stood 6’3” and towered over her fiancé, coolly grabbing him by the shoulders, and effortlessly pushed him to the floor. He pinned him on his back and slammed his fist into his face repeatedly, making the helpless male grunt and squirm, inaudible words interrupted every time the man pounded his face. After fourteen direct blows to his face, he fell limp and the man stopped. He tried to roll over away from the man, slowly sliding his body underneath him and mumbling incoherently. “More,” she said, resting on the bed on her side, holding her head in one hand with an almost bored look on her face. The man resumed beating him, pounding his fists into his teeth, making a fleshy thud with every methodical blow. “I want it bashed in. Show him what happens to losers who get in the way.” The man grabbed one of his boots from the floor and put it on his foot. It was a thick boot with a heavy sole, the kind used for heavy work or construction. The man pulled him up from the floor with one arm and dragged him, stumbling across the room, to the bathroom and put him on his knees in front of the sink. He grabbed his hair with one hand, opened his jaw with the other, and gently rested his teeth against the top of the rounded porcelain. He stood behind him and took a small step back. “You’re done,” he said, and swiftly kicked the back of his head forward with the heel of his boot. Teeth tacked across the floor, bounding against the tiles, before his body fell with a soft thump. His face was bashed and sunken in. He lay on the floor and groaned softly, breathy whispers coming from his ruined mouth. “Shut up.” The man lifted his boot from the floor and stomped on his face three times, pausing for a moment between each blow. His jaw and cheekbone snapped with audible cracking sounds. The beaten male fell silent and unconscious. The man took off his boot and dropped it next to him as he stepped over his unconscious body and returned to the bedroom. “I left my phone at a friend’s. I wasn’t here tonight. Take everything he has. Most of it is in my name already.” “That’s mine too.” He grabbed a fistful of her hair, pushed her face into the sheets, and mounted her from behind. “Yes, sir,” she muffled into the bed. “It’s yours. I’m sorry. Thank you.” She knew who she belonged to and loved him for it.”
F~~~ man… That bitch deserves to be disfigured.
Is in this times that I remember Chris Kyle’s words:
“There is three kinds of men in this world: The wolfs, who deals in evil and is bad to everyone around them. The sheeps, wich are good men who works and make the society to grow and to be better, and then there is the Shepard dogs. The shepard dogs are there to hunt down the wolves, to make them suffer like they made the sheeps to suffer, and to put an end to all of their evil doings.”
S~~~, I would hunt these motherf~~~ers and that c~~~s one by one, and throw them in jail, and then I would “lost the damn keys”… Like, forever…
In the ditch…
"Young was I once, I walked alone, and bewildered seemed in the way; then I found me another and rich I thought me, for man is the joy of man." Odin, Hàvamàl, stanza 47.
Sorry for the bad english, brothers…
When I get f~~~ing p~~~ed, writing and talking becomes very difficult.
Brazilian (and Sicilian’s descendant) are born that way, brothers…
"Young was I once, I walked alone, and bewildered seemed in the way; then I found me another and rich I thought me, for man is the joy of man." Odin, Hàvamàl, stanza 47.
Brother, no need for apology.
That s~~~ p~~~ed me off to no end, I really gotta stop reading s~~~ that p~~~ed me off like that. I was really shocked on that one.
I wrote the bitch and said
“I just wanted to thank you for being such a dumb c~~~. Because of your site it is going to help the MGTOW cause.
You really need to get back on the meds, and judging by how many bitches liked this story…..they need their meds too. I wonder if I should contact some anonymous friends and find out who you are so we can give your man a heads up.
Your a f~~~ing dumb c~~~, die slow”
S~~~ like this really messes with my balance
I heard some funny stories (I mean funny because at this point in desensitized to all this cheating crap) like guys who actually followed her fiance and recorded the whole incident of what she did and then played it at the wedding while handling her an annulment.
Dont know if those are true, but I can sure tell you that I never needed to be that distrustful or controlling.My style was always different: I would give them exactly what they needed (im sort of a mentalist, if you like), without them even knowing it. So that if they ever cheat on me, or leave me, their life would be constant downward spiral of trying to find the right guy, but never doing so (Bitches always compare exes to boyfriends).. It worked rather well till now, since Im a MGTOW I no longer care for those things.
So their relations~~~ will always fail, and I did not even have to do something wrong to make it happen. Thats kinda my definition of Karma (a friend of mine called me that once actually).
In all honesty that just reinforced the strength of the Red pill in Me. It’s nothing new, and it’s nothing shocking really.
Military wives are notorious for this type of behavior, Believe Me when I say this. I worked for a company that hired military wives and they are beyond belief, f~~~ing crazy. One girl My Buddy knew sort of confided in Him while they were in the break room having lunch, This slut shared about how she f~~~ed two guys once while she was 7 months pregnant, while Her Husband was Deployed. He said that after telling Him that story, She had this evil grin on her face of satisfaction and some sort of life accomplishment. He couldn’t finish His lunch, and ended up losing His appetite after listening to her talk about being thrown around, smacked, and f~~~ed in both holes by two guys while She was pregnant.
A good buddy of mine who worked as a civilian contractor use to work with Military personnel and Military wives and some of the stories He told made me forever sign off on marriage and opened my eyes to the dark side of female behavior. A very dark side.
Oh they’re pretty, and sexy, and sometimes irresistible. However make no mistake, Females have a evil, demonic dark side to likes of which the devil himself would s~~~ his pants.
"If You have the Tooth of a Whale, You must have the Whale's Jaw to hold it". (i.e. One Must have the right qualifications for leadership) -Hawaiian Proverb
I firmly believe that the story of Adam and Eve has a lot to teach men. I also believe the story of Adam and Lilith has equally important messages to convey.
For those who dont know, Lilith was Adams first women, who was radical Id call feminist. long story short the Creator handled it, she became a demonic figure named “Succubus”
We all know about that.If comparing the 2. I believe it teaches this.
There are 2 types of women, the Liliths and the Eves.The Lilith’s are the feminist suck you dry of all your life energy and eventually lay down the road of destruction for you.
The Eves are mainly innocent creatures, but men must be vary wary of letting the Eves :guide” them to do anything. Or they may also lay your destruction
3rd type of women I wont discuss here because its to spiritual, and it gos away from the point of the subject.Yes I believe in both the physical and spiritual versions of Succubus. I think its quite obvious they exist when you look at some of these poor men after the wicked drains them.
After reading all this, I think I just lost my attraction to the human female collective as a whole.
Wanna get f~~~ing p~~~ed? Read the short story from “evilcheatingbitch” here it is, ”
She heard his keys slide into the door. “Just do it like we talked about,” she said. “No one will ever know it was you.” The door opened, and light, shuffling footsteps came down the hallway. She was lying in bed with the man who was going to ruin her fiancé. She had been using him as her beta for over two years, spending his money and slowly investing his assets in her name without his knowledge. She was ready to finish him off. He walked to the bedroom doorway, calling her name. “What the f~~~? Who is this?” There he stood, 5’4”, in the doorway of his bedroom, looking at the woman he dedicated his life and work to lying in bed with another man. She looked at him silently and glanced away without saying a word. The man rose from the bed and took long, calm strides up to him. He stood 6’3” and towered over her fiancé, coolly grabbing him by the shoulders, and effortlessly pushed him to the floor. He pinned him on his back and slammed his fist into his face repeatedly, making the helpless male grunt and squirm, inaudible words interrupted every time the man pounded his face. After fourteen direct blows to his face, he fell limp and the man stopped. He tried to roll over away from the man, slowly sliding his body underneath him and mumbling incoherently. “More,” she said, resting on the bed on her side, holding her head in one hand with an almost bored look on her face. The man resumed beating him, pounding his fists into his teeth, making a fleshy thud with every methodical blow. “I want it bashed in. Show him what happens to losers who get in the way.” The man grabbed one of his boots from the floor and put it on his foot. It was a thick boot with a heavy sole, the kind used for heavy work or construction. The man pulled him up from the floor with one arm and dragged him, stumbling across the room, to the bathroom and put him on his knees in front of the sink. He grabbed his hair with one hand, opened his jaw with the other, and gently rested his teeth against the top of the rounded porcelain. He stood behind him and took a small step back. “You’re done,” he said, and swiftly kicked the back of his head forward with the heel of his boot. Teeth tacked across the floor, bounding against the tiles, before his body fell with a soft thump. His face was bashed and sunken in. He lay on the floor and groaned softly, breathy whispers coming from his ruined mouth. “Shut up.” The man lifted his boot from the floor and stomped on his face three times, pausing for a moment between each blow. His jaw and cheekbone snapped with audible cracking sounds. The beaten male fell silent and unconscious. The man took off his boot and dropped it next to him as he stepped over his unconscious body and returned to the bedroom. “I left my phone at a friend’s. I wasn’t here tonight. Take everything he has. Most of it is in my name already.” “That’s mine too.” He grabbed a fistful of her hair, pushed her face into the sheets, and mounted her from behind. “Yes, sir,” she muffled into the bed. “It’s yours. I’m sorry. Thank you.” She knew who she belonged to and loved him for it.”
F~~~ man… That bitch deserves to be disfigured.
Is in this times that I remember Chris Kyle’s words:
“There is three kinds of men in this world: The wolfs, who deals in evil and is bad to everyone around them. The sheeps, wich are good men who works and make the society to grow and to be better, and then there is the Shepard dogs. The shepard dogs are there to hunt down the wolves, to make them suffer like they made the sheeps to suffer, and to put an end to all of their evil doings.”
S~~~, I would hunt these motherf~~~ers and that c~~~s one by one, and throw them in jail, and then I would “lost the damn keys”… Like, forever…
In the ditch…
This literally makes me sick. If she does something like that, after this even if she got raped, slapped, tortured, or even burned alive I wouldn’t feel bad. I’m the type of guy that hates seeing people getting hurt, but a women like this deserves to slowly die in the worst way ever.
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