Women. Sluts. There isn't a single place on this internet where I can freely and openly hate women without censorship or character limit. I am a model, a greek god, attractive. I turn down 10/10 women on a consistent basis. Why? Because of demand. My high social status. My hatred towards them. You can say my mentally abusive mother is the factor for this behavior, and you are right. She was a gift, a slut just like every other woman. She gave me early exposure to just how deceptive and nihilistic the society portrayed "snowflakes" truly are.
Each time I see people criticizing the slut women for valid reasons, only for a slut to rebate with "neckbeard" or "virgin" or "living in moms basement" or "salty cause dumped" my blood boils. These fat disgusting cows who use social media and insults as their retort have no idea a Greek god such as myself lurks in the shadows.
Women are gaining more in society. They are getting better jobs, free passes through their mediocre figures.
The pathetic beta-numales who idolize women being nothing more than a number. You will never have such women. You will always be temporary. You will continue to be isolated and empty.
Women reading this, you are nothing but a breeding chamber. You will never have me. You have conversed with me, you want me the most, never to know my true ideals masked behind perfection.
March 4, 2017
Woman
Racist Story
After eight years with a half-black President, and after the election of a current President who many people claim is being supported by an undercurrent of racism, I've heard a lot of talk about race. Often, people will precede their opinions by stating that they're "not a racist."
Well good on them, but I can't honestly make that claim. I am a racist. I'll share with you two stories of my racism.
Story #1
This took place in early 2012 - I remember the time clearly because it was the only busy season that I worked for a small accounting firm in Las Vegas (since most tax returns are due either March 15 or April 15, a tax "busy season" usually takes place between late January and April 15).
One of our clients was a wealthy married couple. I didn't prepare their tax return, but I knew that the husband worked in insurance and made amazing money. One day, my boss asked me to drive to this client's house to do some boring accounting stuff on his computer. I looked at his tax info to prepare, and I collected the following information, which was the only information that I knew about the man and his wife:
1. They did, indeed, make crazy money from his work in insurance.
2. They had very normal American names (Mr. and Mrs. Smith).
Armed with the above info, I drove to this married couple's house. Of course, given their income and wealth, they lived in a fancy-ass gated neighborhood surrounding a golf course. The houses were beautiful. I parked my crappy Corolla and rang the doorbell.
A black lady answered and for a second, I honestly thought that she might have been the maid. I caught myself before doing/saying something truly stupid, and I politely asked "Mrs. Smith?"
Yeah, it was her. She greeted me with a smile and invited me in to her fancy ass rich person house. Mr. Smith, who makes hundreds of thousands of dollars a year selling insurance and who was several skin tones darker than Obama, shook my hand and walked me to his home office. I handled my boring accounting work, exchanged a few words of polite conversation, and left.
That's it. The whole story.
The point for me was this - when the ONLY information I had about the couple was the fact that they were rich, lived in a fancy neighborhood, and had normal American names - it never crossed my mind to think that they could possibly be black. I just assumed they would be white, and my presumption was so strongly drilled into my head that I was surprised when a black woman answered the door.
Story #2 later. Thanks for reading.
Well good on them, but I can't honestly make that claim. I am a racist. I'll share with you two stories of my racism.
Story #1
This took place in early 2012 - I remember the time clearly because it was the only busy season that I worked for a small accounting firm in Las Vegas (since most tax returns are due either March 15 or April 15, a tax "busy season" usually takes place between late January and April 15).
One of our clients was a wealthy married couple. I didn't prepare their tax return, but I knew that the husband worked in insurance and made amazing money. One day, my boss asked me to drive to this client's house to do some boring accounting stuff on his computer. I looked at his tax info to prepare, and I collected the following information, which was the only information that I knew about the man and his wife:
1. They did, indeed, make crazy money from his work in insurance.
2. They had very normal American names (Mr. and Mrs. Smith).
Armed with the above info, I drove to this married couple's house. Of course, given their income and wealth, they lived in a fancy-ass gated neighborhood surrounding a golf course. The houses were beautiful. I parked my crappy Corolla and rang the doorbell.
A black lady answered and for a second, I honestly thought that she might have been the maid. I caught myself before doing/saying something truly stupid, and I politely asked "Mrs. Smith?"
Yeah, it was her. She greeted me with a smile and invited me in to her fancy ass rich person house. Mr. Smith, who makes hundreds of thousands of dollars a year selling insurance and who was several skin tones darker than Obama, shook my hand and walked me to his home office. I handled my boring accounting work, exchanged a few words of polite conversation, and left.
That's it. The whole story.
The point for me was this - when the ONLY information I had about the couple was the fact that they were rich, lived in a fancy neighborhood, and had normal American names - it never crossed my mind to think that they could possibly be black. I just assumed they would be white, and my presumption was so strongly drilled into my head that I was surprised when a black woman answered the door.
Story #2 later. Thanks for reading.
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