Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Dash Deringer’s Advice to Young Men:


I will be forty eight years old in a few days... what a ride it’s been - especially the missing years and the wasted years weren’t all that bad either - there was always a lesson to be learned... and the girls... mamma mia, the girls... I have had some fine pussy my friends... most of them where insane and many were down right whores, sluts, tramps... liberated women or whatever the hell they call themselves - they were dirty bitches... but I will be fair, there were some along the way that were worth the wait and got some kindness and respect from me...but they still were not worthy of getting the very best of me... because they are, after all still girls in this modern world and despite of what others tell you, young friend - they are all the same... no matter where you go and how old they are, they are all the same.
Not bitter  - I have accepted  the reality of the observations and conclusions of all the women that have come and gone in my life - the reality of their actions, not the lies they repeat over and over... but the way they act and treat others and their manipulations and deceit, their attention whoring and need for drama and validation, their total lack of any honor or dignity or modesty and self respect.  Believe all you want to believe but here’s the truth - a woman who isn’t like that is wearing a hijab and there is a strong man holding her leash in on hand and a stick to beat her with in the other.

Women dig jerks... they love ass-holes... understand this and except this as gospel - a women is not going to ride in and save you like in the movies... a woman does not want a man that she needs to rescue nor can she.  She hates weak men and men that enable her foolish desires... she has no respect for the white knight telling her what she wants to hear, she has no respect for the white knight coming to her rescue on the internet, she has no respect for the white knight cheering her on “you go girl!” and most important, she is not going to thank you with sex and love and devotion for it... but that ass-hole who doesn’t respect her is going to bang her.

You will double your chances getting more women if you do this one thing - live your life in pursuit of your own fucking happiness.  Whatever it is that you are after you must go after that thing with all your mind body and soul, with all your faith and determination and you, my friend, will become a force of nature - the world will gravitate to you and around you... but I know you are a sexually frustrated young man and all work and no play will get to you  - so get a whore and get your ass back to building your dream.  The women will come to you.

But you are young and you don’t know yet what the hell you want out of life but want to get laid...  Come to terms with this truth - women will bang a loser douchebag - if he provides her with drama and an emotional roller coaster ride and he’s got some narcotics... she will fuck the shit out of you... think women hang with garage band douchbags because they have talent or wanna be gansta’ rappers because they are going places... no. 

If the only thing a woman is bringing to the table is her vagina - show her as little kindness and respect as you can - in fact set your standards so high with women that they have to work hard for that respect.  Don’t put her on a pedestal - she does not deserve to be there, she doesn’t want it and you will be disappointed when she leaves you for an ass-hole.  There is only so much bull-shit you can take from a woman before you snap - and they want to know how much in takes for you to break  - they want to see what you are made of - how will you respond to their shit tests.  I do one of  two things. 1) I think about captain Rhet Butler of ‘Gone with The Wind’ and wonder “what would Rhet do” and I do that - so pick your hero, real or fiction and ask yourself how that person would respond or react to something and do that. 2) a give her a ‘hmmmn...’  I am going to do my best to describe this - it is a half sigh half grunt breathing out from the nose with the lips closed while releasing a ‘hmmmn as you breath out while nodding your head slowly... sometimes I throw in a devious grin at the end... she isn’t going to know what the hell that means but it makes her wonder and worry and puts her on guard - I stumbled across that one by accident but it works... she will push you for your response but only because she is worried about what is going through your mind... walk away in silence if you can, if you are in a position where you cannot walk away then just keep that grin, look her dead in the eye and nod in agreement with whatever the fuck she said... it is a pretty good chance you are going to end up dumping this bitch or she will dump you - so really... fuck her like a whore one more time and get out... practice the ‘hmmmn’ like you would your poker face and master it... I know... fucking games - but remember we didn’t event the game or it’s rules... play your game with your rules and see how she responds to it.

Women want you to be consistent in your character - they want you to be a man - at all times. Say what you mean and mean what you say - do not bend or break for them... your will must be stronger than hers... your reality must be resolute and unchangeable... your frame must be firm and steady like a ship at the bottom of the sea - it’s not moving any more... that is who she wants to surrender to... the man that is in control of his emotions, his mind, his life and his destiny and he will not surrender non of it to anyone for anything - not even her.

Do you need money to get women - it helps, but not needed. If you are a man of strong character whether you are a douche or a monk and you show that you are the same man with or with out her, rich or poor, through good times or bad times... you are who you are without apologies, excuses or explanations... you will be more attractive to her... because that my friend is a man - good or bad... that is what makes a man.

Remember to never take anything she says too serious no matter how she says it but to judge her purely by her actions.  Lay down the law from the beginning of a relationship and be swift and just in punishing bad behavior. Dominate her and the relationship if it is a relationship you wish to maintain - you are the boss, the daddy... the king.  If you are just fucking her, don’t care so much about her... if she isn’t investing anything into the relationship - not cooking for you, cleaning for you, inspiring you and allowing you space and independence to pursue your dreams and is not supporting your efforts in bettering yourself and creating a better life... then, my friend, she’s just your whore, don’t get emotional over her. 

SEX - fuck her like there is no tomorrow... fuck her like you will be serving a life sentence in prison the next day... like you have been chosen for a suicide mission for your country and you know you won't be coming home... fuck her like she was your hostage and a S.W.A.T. team is waiting for you outside to take you out like a man should go - in a blaze of glory... because there is no tomorrow...

Women do not know what the hell it is that they want - they are followers, they need guidance, and they need a firm controlling hand - Feminism and Islam... is just another shit test. Feminism and Islam are not compatible, they are two ideas in conflict and at odds with each other - there is absolutely no room for feminism in Islam.  For a feminist to say that she accepts Islam is her openly stating that she accepts the dominance of a man... and that is what all women truly want - to be dominated and led by a man... not a boy that thinks he is but a man who knows he is - a man... but they will test you and push you and drive you to the edge to see if you are that man... and many unfortunate silly bitches have the shit beat out of them because they didn’t know when to stop.  Feminism is and always has been a shit test - the feminist/Islam marriage is the last card they have to play.  There is no room for slutish behavior in Islam. There are no marches for women’s rights in Islam.  There are no girls night out in Islam.  There is no abortion in Islam.  There is no divorce in Islam - when they held the women’s march after the new president took office in one photo of the event I saw a woman holding a sign up that had that girl Malala on it  - these woman where praising Islam and their acceptance of Sharia law and marching with signs that had Malala’s face on them - Malala was the young Pakistani  girl pulled out of a buss and shot by the Taliban for going to school - so what the fuck were these crazy bitches marching for - to empower women or to shoot the girls getting an education... confused?   Don’t be - it’s all a joke.  And this  feminism - loves Islam meme is the punch line.

Learn what you can about “game” - “game” is nothing more than understanding the psychology of women - the why’s and how’s of their thinking... making sense of their make no sense logic and emotionally driven choices... their insecurities and their fears and how to use it all to your advantage... use it for good or for evil but learn it and use it or find yourself alone for the rest of your life... If I recommend one book on the subject to help you out - it would be Robert Greens ‘the Art of Seduction’ - study it like you were going for your BAR exam... while you are at it go ahead and pick up ‘48 laws’ as well.

Love - I believe in love... I remember being in love - I remember how it made me weak for it and I remember the strength I gained from it... love, is a beautiful wonderful thing... and I hope to hold it in my hands once more... but...

I have been, since 1996, fucking them and dumping them, that now... I wouldn’t know what to do with love if it found me... nor would I even trust in it anymore... and believe it or not I am on a quest for a woman to have children with... but, as I have said before - I have never known a woman that married for love... why should I...

And that young man is the price you pay for a life of chasing woman in this modern world - you lose your innocence and you lose faith in all of them.

Monday, February 27, 2017

life by candle light

He is not a wealthy man, not even close to being a rich man and there just wasn’t enough time for him to accumulate his fuck you money, but he lives a comfortable life - a simple life, and at his age - he is in his mid seventies, he has reached  the point of no tolerance for the modern world, that he has said "fuck off” and pulled the plug on the lights and has been living a life by candle light.

My Uncle - he is a cousin of my mothers and I call him an Uncle, lives in Mexico, he is retired living a humble life off of his savings and a small pension, in a little house with his dogs and a vegetable garden with chickens wandering about the way chickens do.  I speak with his sister, my favorite Aunt, regularly and she first told me of her brothers life style last year and I became fascinated by it as I have been myself looking for just the right land to run off to and live my life by candle light as well.  My Aunt told me - he got rid off all his light bulbs, radio and television and the only electricity is for running the fridge, the stove is gas but he cooks outside in the summer on a grill and when it gets cold he uses the stove. In his little yard he grows carrots, celery, tomatoes, green beans, and lettuce in wooden boxes filled with soil, he is also growing a lemon tree and there are the chickens. The dogs play in the little courtyard in front... she says the man is happy - they have another sister that wants to have him put into a home... there’s one in every family, my Aunt asked me what I would do and I said I would love to live like that and can’t wait to get the hell out of these cities I am in and build a cottage of my own and live that simple life... I said if the man is happy and healthy and no danger to any one or himself then leave him the hell alone  - he’s not insane - he’s better off than the rest of us... he rises with the sun and the sounds of the hens and does his morning exercises, takes the dogs out for a walk and comes home for his breakfast - eggs from his own chickens with some rice and tortillas and coffee - he has plans on building a small brick oven in a corner of the yard for baking fresh bread and meats. My Aunt agrees with me - her brother is happy and he deserves to live as he has chosen - when she told me how much money he spends I was really more surprised about that than anything else - his electric bill is (only for fridge) close to nothing, he purchases the gas tanks for the stove which he only uses a couple months out of the year, and to heat the water for his bath, dog food, rice beans and flour and corn and meat - every other day he walks down to the cantina for a drink with the boys and rousing conversation about why the Mexicans are so mad at Mr. Trump - they are old men who have no desire to leave Mexico and are of the opinion that if you are not in Mexico to Make Mexico Great Again then stay the fuck out.  He does not drink more than a couple of beers and a tequila maybe then he goes home.  He catches up on his reading until it gets dark and goes to bed early.  He eats out once every couple of weeks.  He has no one to support and no one supports him... once a week he walks to a market where they have a money transfer and telephones to talk to my Aunt... everyone around him knows he has simplified and is retired and others, who have the space, have begun to garden, mostly older folks - of course they are from a generation that knew tougher times - as for my uncle, he grew up on a poor man’s ranch and knows how to do with out luxuries such as light-bulbs, and air conditioning and heat (he does have a wood burning heater).  The biggest change I am told of in this aging gentleman, aside from his lack of concern for the problems of the modern world, is his new found confidence and self assurance that comes from being a self sufficient man - even at his age.

When The Lights Go Out

I have been preaching candle light for a while now - I am sure some of the people I have been corresponding with find it annoying - but I do it for a reason, it is to get you accustomed to as little grid energy as possible and more self dependance and discipline - yes, it takes discipline to go off grid.  As the world falls further into chaos the hardest fall may just be in the United States - the greatest country history has ever produced - the land that gave the world the greatest opportunities for wealth and comfort beyond your dreams. So much comfort that it has made the people weak and dependent on others to insure their safety, security and sustenance - no need for a garden when there is a produce market and restaurants of all kinds to cater to your glutenous desires. There is so much booze and drugs and entertainment in America one never has to think again as long as you have money for it - and even if you didn’t we have a welfare program to suit your needs in America. If anything happens - and it will never happen here, the government will take care of us - those preppers are just crazy people... well I have news for you - if you have not yet figured it out - your government is not going to be there to help you, and yeah, those preppers are crazy people because they think they can just walk away from the system when the system shuts down.  What is that system? It’s the corporate/government complex that requires the dependence of the masses in order to function... and lets be honest here, if you have any money invested in any company and you rely on that investment for your family  you need the wheels of the system to keep turning - I sure do... but big daddy told me not to keep all my eggs in one basket so you need to put some of it in precious metals and some of it in rice and beans... even if you just have a million dollars in an account accumulating interest that you live off of, you need the system... you can not walk away from it and all those do-gooders that preach about your carbon foot print and how much waste you produce by being here - the people that don’t do anything themselves to save the world but preach to others how they should live will not let you successfully walk away from the system - if you are one of the ones the system relies on to keep the wheels turning - hard working, blue collar, middle class, conservative traditionalist of  Christian values with a strong work ethic... yeah... you’re the ones keeping the wheels of the system oiled and spinning... you ain’t going anywhere... but a work camp for reeducation, if we have to we’ll bring in foreigners to do your job... but you, my friend, will not walk away from the system. You can’t even go completely off grid in a city - I have recently discovered while converting a house to solar power that first you need permission from the electric company and still you cannot be cut off completely from the grid and you cannot shut off your water - but if you do not pay that bill they will shut it off for you - that is strange - the only way to go completely off the grid is to go to a place where the land is so cheap and worthless that no one in their right mind would want to live there - but if you succeed in your efforts of building a sustainable life without the system then you can be fairly sure that a scenario much like that of the Branch Davidians of Waco Texas awaits you... because that, my delusional little friend, is what is called freedom... and America will have none of that... especially not in the eyes of the socialist do-gooder.

The lights will go out - it will come without a warning.  The men keeping the country and the system from totally collapsing - those hard working, blue collar, middle class, conservative traditionalist of  Christian values with a strong work ethic that I mentioned, will soon turn the lights off - these men that don’t have the time to march and protest because they have responsibilities and families to take care off... these men paying the bills and doing the heavy lifting are running out of money and patience and reasons to give a fuck about the system that turned their backs on them and allows the lazy, weak, and ungrateful to belittle them and degrade them for their beliefs and way of life... they struggle to provide a better life for their families as their fathers did in a country that wants them to give more and more while getting less in return.

The lights will go out... and it will come without a warning, but you are a man and you will not panic - your house is prepared, you have canned food and rice and beans, you have ammo and guns and bandages... toothpaste and handy wipes... you have water and you have candles... you have  solar panels enough to run a small refrigerator and lap top computer... you have a small garden and you have a tribe and your tribe has it’s own communications and resources.  When the lights go out you will be home protecting your family and your tribe while the rest of the country stumbles in the dark in chaos and they find out who the rapists are, the street gangs claim their territory and the blacks pillage the stores for big screen televisions, and the weak and scared unprepared masses loot the stores for left overs and they riot destroying property that could provide them refuge... you can only shake your head in silent confidence - before the sun comes up your tribe has secured a couple of neighborhoods and thrown the unproductive, no skills, worthless degenerates out into the world they wanted...

So please - for your own good, learn to enjoy the stillness of a life by candle light.

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Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Cowboy days

 excerpt from a letter to a friend

When I returned to the States and I was old enough to better understand what was happening, I thought I was going to be a cowboy - we moved to Texas, my mother had remarried a cowboy,  my teachers all spoke with a heavy Southern accent, my favorite shows on t.v were cowboy reruns - though I didn’t understand them, and everywhere I looked in Texas there was a cowboy ready to offer a hand - that was my America when I was a boy  - the United States of America was a land for Cowboys - New York and big cities like it were foreign lands for a different kind of people - foreigners as far as I was concerned, because I was here to become a cowboy, and if you weren’t a cowboy then get your ass out and go to New York or Los Angeles with the Chinitos (Spanish for Chinese) and the cab-drivers  - when I was a kid I thought all foreigners drove cabs in big cities, but I was a Mexican half-breed and thought all Mexicans did the jobs my father did - drive trucks, work on oil rigs, and factories, and do all the heavy lifting... I miss my childhood innocents... that was my America - all the Mexicans were cowboys in that America and all the cowboys were heroes - sure you had a villain cowboy now and then, but they served their purpose - because you can’t have a hero without a bad guy.

The cowboys of my young America were the ones out of my favorite shows - Bonanza, the Rifle Man, Gun Smoke, Wild Wild West, Zoro, The Lone Ranger.  It wasn’t until I got older that I figured out why there were so many Western shows on t.v. - the world was changing fast and America needed to hold on to the values being taught in these shows - we need men of these type to see us through the coming changes of the modern world - men of strong character, of integrity, of strong morals, and dignity, men who will not complain through the hard times but do what has to be done here or over there - wherever they need cowboys to save the day, men of strong spirit, adventurers and wandering dreamers - pan-handlers and miners and cattle men, and rail-men, men like the ones that left the cities in the East to cross America and tame the wild West, and carve out the land into new cities - those men are very few men today... those men went to Europe to fight the Kaiser, and later to fight the Socialists, and the Fascists, and the Empire of Japan... “the cowboys are coming... those crazy fucking Americans!”  We got the job done and left like silent heroes back home to our families, but after the second world war the cowboy days were over - for the business man in the big city had figured out by now that there was big money to be made in the business of war - enter the conflict in Vietnam - there were few cowboys fighting in that war and  the ones that made it back were broken... and the world had changed... and all we could do was try to hold on to our cowboy days and our cowboy ways by creating television shows to help pass down the traditions of these forgotten “knights” as you called them, down to dreamers like me and men of destiny wandering the world looking for a fight. 

How could the world not love the cowboys of that young America - they worked hard all day and drank hard all night and did it all over again when the sun came up, and if a problem popped up the cowboy took care of it like a man - with integrity and a quiet confidence like a man, he sought no reward or fanfare for his assistance and just went back to his life before the interruption.  I think there is still room left in this world for those cowboys and I think the world wants more of them to come in with the dust and fire and thunder of war to save the world from itself - the world is weak and frightened and to scared to speak up for fear of losing the little that they have. 

Have you ever watched the film “The Magnificent Seven” - not this new remake (I have no desire to waste my money on that), but the old Steve McQueen, Yule Brenner one - it too was a remake but a great one for the changing world - here is a modern interpretation of it -

There is a little village called Sweden, and outsiders have come to take all they can and give nothing back - these outsiders provide no protection, they add nothing of value to the community, and they rape as they please - no one is going to stop them and any one who raises their voice against these bandits is silenced out of fear of offending the outsiders  - in the film the leader of the bandidos states his case when he says - I have to feed my men.  The men of the village of Sweden are broken and weak and docile, spineless and have no trace of courage in them - they are poor farmers but they can not carry on this way any more - they have hidden their daughters from the world and are running out of food for themselves - “we will see the old man” one of the villagers says, “he will know what to do...” of course, an old man at the end of his life who grew up in a generation that new harder days tells them to go out and find some cowboys - rough and tough and rude gun shooting cowboys to come and help drive out the invaders... so they travel to a place were cowboys linger... spitting and drinking and playing cards and they say  - “look, we’re pussies, don’t know just how we became this way, but that is where we ended up, we are poor farmers, we know nothing of the world and war - we are children of children and we know as we have been taught (that was from Joe Vs. The Volcano), we don’t know how to use guns and we have no money to pay you for your services, they have taken everything... please amigo, will you help?” Then Yule Brenner, ‘Cris,’ gathers himself a little army of seven and goes to save the village of Sweden, but they can’t do it alone, the seven cowboys need to teach the broken men of the village to be men again, to learn to fight and shoot, and to find their courage or their village and what their fathers left behind for them will be gone forever.

And then comes along Dash Deringer - talking crazy about tribalism and hidden villages and crusades to save Christendom... trust me friends, if you knew me in my wild cowboy days the way I talk today would make no sense to you whatsoever - it is crazy talk people tell me and no one cares and I gotta change with the times - well I did change with the times and I did not like that person, so I became the man I am meant to be - the man I am working on becoming, the man destiny is calling - that man is something like the cowboys of my young American dreams... that young America was built by strong men and women with strong families - it was not made for the weak and the weak had no part in building it... though now we are told  by the mob of the weak that we must hand over more - that’s right, you doing all the heavy lifting must do more so that the weak can have more, you paying the bills must give more so the weak and lazy and unmotivated can have as much as you do, that’s right, you the moral man must surrender your beliefs so that the office slut can have her free abortions on demand... that’s right my friends there was a time when all the world loved Americans - when they saw us as cowboys - but now we are a war machine of zombies who don’t give a fuck except for what’s in it for me - the Russians  think we’re all fat stupid and gay - they don’t fear us nor do they need anything from us.  The Chinese can always find other places to sell their cheap products to - but come on America - you’re never going to stop shopping at Walmart... The Muslim - he has no respect for you and he wants you to surrender yourself to his God or die - he has no problem dying for his God, but the weak man wants you to give him a place among us though he has no intention of assimilating to your culture - he wants your culture destroyed to make room for his and there is nothing you can do about it because you are afraid - are you a Swede my friend or are you going to cowboy up?  

The time has come my friends to cowboy up before you go crawling to the Russians to help save your masculinity your culture  and your Church.
The Searcher
Robert McGinnis

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Una Mujer Desnuda y en lo Oscuro

Una Mujer Desnuda y en lo Oscuro
Mario Benedetti

Una mujer desnuda y en lo oscuro
tiene una claridad que nos alumbra
de modo que si ocurre un desconsuelo
un apagón o una noche sin luna
es conveniente y hasta imprescindible
tener a mano una mujer desnuda.

Una mujer desnuda y en lo oscuro
genera un resplandor que da confianza
entonces dominguea el almanaque
vibran en su rincón las telarañas
y los ojos felices y felinos
miran y de mirar nunca se cansan.

Una mujer desnuda y en lo oscuro
es una vocación para las manos
para los labios es casi un destino
y para el corazón un despilfarro
una mujer desnuda es un enigma
y siempre es una fiesta descifrarlo.

Una mujer desnuda y en lo oscuro
genera una luz propia y nos enciende
el cielo raso se convierte en cielo
y es una gloria no ser inocente
una mujer querida o vislumbrada
desbarata por una vez la muerte.

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

A house made for candle-light

The House:  adobe brick, brick and wood
Electricity:  none
Facilities and Utilities:  zero
Heat and Cooling:  hot in the summer and cold in the winter

this last picture is just because it goes
with the decor and mood of the house
and because it is Robert McGinnis Month.