No Money No Honey – Cambodian Men Going Their Own Way

Heh. After a lengthy phase of anatomic ambivalence and intestinal introspection I am once again back on the road. It’s been a scary experience in Cambodia but on the bright side it did give me an opportunity to rub noses with a lot of the common men there. What was revealed to me I found nothing short of fascinating.

The thing is, Cambodian men have a veritable pussy paradise compared to what most blokes in the West have to grapple with. Cambodia is still a deeply traditional country with patriarchal structures and all those evil, eeeevil things restrainining women’s hypergamy liberty. So you would assume men would go for it and by and large jump to the chance of getting with these sweet and affectionate damsels? Interestingly enough, this is not at all the case.

Don’t get me wrong. Just like all men everywhere in the world (except for perhaps the pathological manginae who just want to cuddle), Cambodian men, too, strongly crave the good old ‘In’n’Out’. It’s the circumstances of said that deter them, however. Cambodia is a monogamous society and this monogamy is still rather robustly enforced. Maybe less so in the capital, Pnom Penh, but certainly in the countryside where things remain strongly traditional and time seems to be stuck firmly in the 19th century (I even saw horse/donkey/buffalodrawn carts there, seriously).

So just as women’s hypergamy is reigned in, so is men’s polygamy. At the same time Cambodia is a miserably poor country. And not just in a global but also in a regional context. Even Vietnam – itself a country of rather modest means – compares very favorably to Kampuchea where some men earn as little as 45$ per month, slaving working 7 days a week. This then, in a nutshell, is the roach in their pudding: if they want sex they are supposed to marry. But if they marry they have to support their wives and children on ofttimes catastrophically low incomes. It’s a recipe for misery and failure. And, unsurprisingly, it is thus not something they seem to be relishing.

I talked to several guys who all told me straight out, they’d much rather just go to a prostitute for a shortterm “sex fix” than have to deal with a wife, family and all the concomitant bother. These were good guys, not cads. Honest to Earth salts, the beta backbone of society. And if even these guys – who have truly pleasurable women (oftentimes still virgins, at least in the countryside) to pick from – don’t really want to go for it I conclude the future of marriage in the West with all the  toxic, merry brew of harridans, shrews, harpies and succubae…is altogether hopeless.

I thus posit men don’t naturally want to marry. It is quite difficult to harness them to the yoke of wife and family support. Historically, kickstarting the monogamy-marriage dynamic was only possible in those societies where sufficient incentives (for men!) were present and the surrounding circumstances benign. Once a monogamous tradition had been established, I suspect, it was able to sustain itself through societal pressures and man’s tendency towards conservatism.

Wherever and whenever a society removes all these incentives for men and replaces them with deterents (feminism, divorce rape, false rape allegations etc.) or falls below a minimum threshhold of economic stability (45$/month in Cambodia) thus placing an undue economic burden on men seeking to provide for their families…monogamy and marriage will tend to fail. And men will start going their own way, putting their own interests first. In short they’ll say: “forget this yoke, you can pull your cart on your own, thank you. I be gone. You’ll find me poolside.”

As the saying goes:

“No money no honey. No honey no baby. No baby no problem.”

Survived Cambodia

Dear readers,

I have unfortunately been immobilized these last weeks due to some rather wicked fever I got whacked with in Cambodia. Having been cuped up in a hospital in Pnom Penh in a state of lethargic funk / zombie mode my blog attendance correspondingly suffered.

The good news is, however, that I’ve made a complete recovery and am now once again in more civilized lands (i.e. Vietnam). I will be writing an article about my experiences with Cambodian men during my tenure there tonight and hope to get back to full steam within the day.

All the best to you brothers,

Umslopogaas

Back To The Past: Immaculate Conception, Indulgence Peddling & Re-Virginization

After reading Dalrock’s outstanding article regarding the more outlandish and hypocritical notions of certain “christian” lasses I just had to jump into the religious snake pit as well. Because being an amateur historian I believe the point we have reached in time and the present state of Christianity in a warped sense eerily resembles the era just prior to reformation.

So. In 15th century Europe the Catholic church was in disarray, in a deeply corrupt state. There was widespread fornication. The pope was publically whoring around and then openly bestowing positions of power, prestige and privilege to his sons (which he of course officially was forbidden to even have in the first place). Heck, the pope even had his private army ravaging through Italy. Ignorance was endemic (just like today), heretics and nonconformists were burned on stakes (just like tomorrow?) and in general manic craziness reigned supreme in an era of ferocious frenzy where things got ugly on a daily basis.

Inmidst of this wonderful maelstrom of malarkey, this cesspit of sin, double standards and universal craziness you had certain shrewd church officials who developed radical new notions of profitting from the mayhem surrounding them. I am of course refering to Johann Tetzel, a cunning snake oil salesman gentleman who became famous for peddling selling indulgences to the ignorant masses. Essentially, what he did was to claim to be in direct correspondence with the divine and thus to offer absolution for cash. Murder? Rape? Sodomy? Theft? No problem. Fork over some spandooly and all is forgiven…that was, in essence, how Johann’s scheme operated. He even had his own motto:

As soon as money in the coffer rings, the soul from purgatory’s fire springs.”

And boy did he cash in. Which brings me to the present. Reading the mindless, hypocritical bleatings and insufferable breyings of Sheila Gregoire about how christian women are not like that (CWANLT) and how they are, in truth, precious, pristine, virtuous, clean and just all out wonderful fruitcakes princesses made me gibber and gyrate from all the holy moly belony. But not to fret. This isn’t madness. This is SPARTAAAA an opportunity. See we should be shrewd like good old Johann Tetzel. We should restart the ancient and timeless art of indulgence peddling.

Hoho, imagine the daft old dingbats. We could ordain some men from the MRM and sell the damsels absolution. You had sex with 3343555550500009445 bad boys while hubby was chained to the chair and had to watch? No problem, it’s not your fault. And even if it is, even if you’re dirty now you can become clean and immaculate once again. Buttercups, just enter your credit card number here and for only 666$ we’ll send you your own personal absolution card with a hologram of Silvio Berlusconi Mother Theresa. Oh and for just another 666$ we can revirginalize you, reattach your hymen, rejuvenate your va-jay-jay and baptize you for good measure.

Abra Kadabra and hokus pokus. Gone are “well travelled” sluts and porn born again are noble, innocent and wonderful virgins. Isn’t that just beautiful? You bettcha.

Under The Radar

Brothers,

many apologies for my absence in recent days. I have been waltzing through the more ferocious parts of Cambodia and as such have been cut of from any effective internet connection. However, I will soon once more arrive in Vietnam and from then onwards resume writing regular articles.

All the best,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 Umslopogaas

Achtung! Seien Sie Ein Mann: ‘Man Up’ Epidemic Reaches Germany

Brothers, it is official: The endemic ‘Man Up’ epidemic has reached Germany. Recently, while perusing a German magazine (der Spiegel) I found this nasty piece of whining writing. It starts in the tried and true fashion of bewailing the marked absence of manliness in contemporary German men. Too many sensitive and empathic ‘nice guys’ are creeping out the poor Frauleins, who – the author goes on the write – crave some good old caveman machismo. So hello there. Never mind it was Feminists and women by and large who created this new specimen of man in the first place. That was then, this is now. And now German Hausfraus are increasingly not haaaaaaaaapy. Cause and effect be damned.

As two grrrrl empowered wimminz (one journalist and one PR advisor) condescendingly share over a few glasses of wine:

Sie sind wie Peter Pan, der Junge von der Insel Nimmerland, der nie erwachsen wurde. Und wie verkorkste Peter Pans wollen die jungen Männer bis ans Lebensende an Bars lehnen, durch Clubs ziehen und mit ihrem Kumpel Frauen gucken, die sie aber nur ansprechen, wenn sie selbst betrunken sind. Der junge Mann ist vom Hai zum Aal degeneriert. Binden will er sich nicht.”

They are like Peter Pan, the boy from Never-Never-Land who never grew up. And just like excentric Peter Pans these joung men want to hit bars till with their pals till the end of their lives. They only want to look at women, but are scared to approach them while still sober. Thus the contemporary man has degenerated from shark to eel and does not want to commit.”

Heh. Does this sound familiar to you? Her majesty, Kay Hymen-Witch herself…couldn’t have phrased it better. Hell, she prolly would have had a spontaneous orgasm reading this stuff. Maybe they flew her over to Europe to screetch preach some good old ‘Man Up’ mantras? Anyways, my heart goes out to these poor, poooor wimminz who have such a hard life dealing with all those immature man children around them.

Luckily for all of us the article goes on to state that brave German Frauleins have stepped into the void and assumed command. As successful, empowered and confident dykes, harpies and succubae entrepreneurs, attorneys and designers they are leaving the men far behind. They are saving the world, society, dolphins and all else…even as those same pathetic men are devolving at breakneck speeds. Wow. It is all so very wunderbar, eh?

Well, things really are wunderbar. Everything is shiny and don’t you worry. That at least is what another truly outstanding cupcake named Silke Burmester writes in her disgusting rant “levelheaded” essay “Good Bye Hairy Beast“. Here she basically celebrates the present state of affairs and congratulates other wimminz for so successfully castrating domesticating “enlightening” men and creating a wonderful new order of harmonious gender relations with rainbows, unicorns, nice guy Princess Charmings and dumpily beautiful damsels.

She goes on the caution, however:

Gut, an manchen Stellen ist die Entwicklung über das Ziel hinausgeschossen – sicherlich hatte keine von Euch gewollt, dass ein Mann am Ende etwas ist, das in Röhrenhosen und mit Schlabbertuch in der Ecke der Bar steht, sich an seinem Grapefruit-Bier festhält und den Mund nicht aufbekommt. Aber das sind Schrauben, an denen kann man drehen, das lässt sich über die Feinjustierung hinbekommen.”

Alright, in some ways recent developments might have gone a bit too far – surely none of you (women) ever wanted weak boys standing in the corner of the bar with their grapefruit beer, scared to open their mouths. But no worries. These are screws that can be turned, we (women) can finetune matters further.”

Ugh. Notice both the disgustingly arrogant, even fascistic wording (Let’s drill those men some more, carrot and stick, that’s a good doggy) and also the obvious female imperative of her entire narrative (how can we make things even better for women & what is good for men is irelevant). It’s a complete dehumanisation and objectification of men. Good to know, then, that misandry is alive and well…in Germany.

Silke Burmesterpuke love at first sight?

So. My dear friends from the Anglosphere, rest easy. As of now you are definitely no longer alone in enduring the barrage of glaringly moronic whining by feminist fem-nuts, manginas and other P.C. niggerz. German men, too, are now at the front lines of the ‘Gender War’. And reading the comments’ section of both articles was truly heart warming for me. Because even without any real ‘Manosphere’ in Germany (yet) the gist of the comments were remarkably similar to those in the US: men telling these pathetic wimminz where to stuff it, men counselling each other not to marry and also many men speaking of going their own way (even though they do not yet even in all likelihood comprehend this as a conscious political statement).

Commenter ‘cosmosxy’ summed it all up in one eloquent and witty sentence:

Liebe Frauen: Ihr habt an Macht gewonnen aber an Einfluss verloren.”

Dear women: you have gained power but lost influence.”

Finally: Wimminz Agree To End Women’s Suffrage

Aight. It’s been a bloody hard slog, a rough’n tough time of intergender alienation all around. Ever since 1920 our poor, poor women cupcakes have ceaselessly endured the evil, oppressive responsibility that is accountability female suffrage. And so too have we, as men, suffered women’s suffrage. But despair ye not ye “damsels” in distress, ye jaded men under duress, salvation and a happy end are nigh.

For in a recently released, absolutely scientific study the average woman’s sentiments about this matter have been revealed beyond a shadow of doubt. But don’t just take my word for it, take theirs:

Feminists naturally disagree most vehemently with all of this and have come forth with a sinisterly yonic distopian response of their own *shiver*:

Yet relax brothers, all is shiny. NASA is presently working on a cure for feminism. See these fiendish feminists will be integrated into state of the art long range interstellar spaceships. By means of their supreme mental abilities (aka Beaver Hamster Gyration Einstein-Rosen-Bridge Scramblers) they will be able to distort and warp space time rationality and thus propel spaceships to hitherto unseen speeds. It is rumored this scientific breakthrough was achieved when a feminist delegation – visiting NASA – claimed space time and the universe itself were patriarchal structures and, anyways, sexist and that it was all not fair and making them unhaaaapy. Seemingly the combined power of their whining and shrill caterwhauling ripped a hole into the fabric of space time, retroactively creating cascading definition loops, the Big Bang and God (TM).

Scientists at NASA have presently not yet found a way to reverse the Hamster Drive. Yet experts overwhelmingly agree that reversion is not neccessary. For the purpose of exploring space one way trips are entirely sufficient. So the countdown for launching feminists into deep space has already begun. In the mean time space monkeys, everywhere on Earth, have been freed and awarded PhDs in Women’s Studies.

So. They are doing their part. But are you doing yours? If you desire the return of sanity, harmony, rationality and sexuality to Planet Earth do Man-kind a favour and launch a feminist into space…today.

Missing in Action: The Lost Boys of the Sexual Revolution

Here’s the deal: recently, while browsing through an article at HUS I read several comments by Mike who was writing about his traumatic experiences in adolescence vis a vis women. I was angered by the general lack of empathy shown by the (mostly) female audience there. I consequently wrote a somewhat snarky comment about this abysmal state of affairs and also voiced my compassion with Mike. Her majesty (H.M.S.) Susan Walsh responded by promptly deleting my comment because of its “counterproductive, critical tone”.

Of course, this shouldn’t come as a surprise. After all the female-solipsistic imperative remains strong and vigorous even in supposedly male-friendly websites like HUS. So. Only female suffering is relevant. Only female matters matter. And men, in turn, matter only insofar as they are of use to women. Mrs Walsh can deny it all she wants but I – just like many others in the ‘manosphere’ – have become sceptical of her agenda and goal. Thus, I see my blog as a respite for men, a place where their grievances and concerns can be adressed, analyzed and discussed…in the hopes of finding remedies. Enough said. I dedicate the following article to Mike and wish him godspeed and the best of luck in his life.

Of the great many miseries and suffering Feminism has brought the West nothing, imo, can compare to the systematic psychological neutering of men and demonisation of masculinity itself. Not just because of the cruel, fascistic inhumanity of fiddling with and ‘engineering’ an entire sex but, more importantly, because of its diastrous consequences. Whereas since time immemorial men had had a clearcut set of ethics, behaviors and morals they could follow, they now had nothing, no compass, no direction. Their consciousness brainwashed and literally blankslated by massive educational and societal conditioning, they opted for the (seemingly) logical thing and desperately attempted to conform to Feminism’s comandments of “equality“, “respecting women” “male” “touchy-feely empathy, domestication “pacifism/passivism“…and all the other hogwash. In short…the Nice Guy was born. No strike that. The Nice Guy was systematically engineered, molded and crushed into being by Feminism.

Imagine: entire generations of men in the West wholly emasculated, being taught in school, family and general society to reject their own sex, to loathe their own self…because it is wrong to be male. Aggressiveness and competitiveness was whipped out of them while being obsequious, smarmy and uncritical was deemed correct behavior. With carrots and sticks Pawlovian, feminist gender stalinists thus wilfully dealt out critical blows to men’s self esteem and sense of identity. Man was passé. In the ‘New Girl Order‘ men were verboten and only drones allowed. And any boy who was too masculine needed a hefty dose of Ritalin to get this harmful, patriarchal maleness out of his system. In the West, boyhood was a raw deal from the getgo. But far, far worse was adolescense.

Gentle, dreamy eyed puppies grew into troubled nice guy romantics. They had ingested so much shmaltzy “equality” B.S. it was oozing right out of their ears. Gender was just a social construct, after all. There were no differences between the sexes. If we just respect and love each other everything will be right. Kumbajah, right? Yeah sure. Only a slight problem: things didn’t seem to work out with the girls, at all. Treating girls with respect, giving them all the adoration and pedestalization Feminists had claimed they wanted was getting them nowhere. Time and again nice guys were abused as emotional tampons, as shoulders to cry on and then carelessly discarded with a flippant ‘let’s just be friends‘. These same girls would then later on hop right back on the cock carousel and hook up with cavemen douchebags, total jerks…the *exact* aggressive, patriarchal males Feminists were always bleating about as being, bad, baaaaaad, baaaaaaaaaad.

So what did these nice guys do? What could they do? For the most part, they soldiered on grimly, tried to convince themselves that everything was fine, that ‘true love‘ was just one step away, beyond the horizon, sure to come, just have faith. They fought on for years. The kept dreaming, fantasizing, making the same mistakes. They kept doubling down and executing their (feminist) programming only to get the same results and, increasingly, *does not compute* bluescreens in their heads. With every year and every experience…came fresh emotional wounds, fresh traumata, new horrors, selfdoubt, nightmares.

At this stage, many men had become lonely, depressed, embittered, cynical, confused, angry, desperate, melancholic etc. Some killed themselves. Some unfortunate men married used up, aged sluts that wanted to “settle down” only to be divorce-raped a few years later. Losing everything, getting evicted from their house and children and forced into modern slavery, they got shafted yet again, adding fresh injury to already terrible wounds. Some few tried to talk about their problems with their peers – only to be laughed at, ridiculed, told to ‘man up’, NAWALT or other utter tosh. So they shut up and phased out. Ghosted. Gradually lost themselves in action and drifted away from a cold society that didn’t care and didn’t listen.

So fast forward to 2012: having spent the flower of their youth in emotional concentration camps in deep freeze, having been systematically lied to about the single most important aspect of their lives (sexuality) these poor men are the walking wounded of our present day and age. Similar to Vietnam-Vets these ‘Lost Boys‘ are shellshocked, emotional cripples with the ‘Thousand Yards Stare of Love‘. By and large ignored and ridiculed by society…they are quietly crawling away from agony, to a better place, where they may yet find justice. These are ‘men going their own way‘ and I for one salute them with the utmost respect.

For in the merciless ‘Gender War‘ the first victim, literally, was innocence.