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I was minding my own business when I came across this Pinterest board. About halfway down it turns from some nifty DIY eye candy into MRA meme heaven. Check it out! 

Such lovely sentiments as the following are there.

Spread the word, people!!!

Spread the word, people!!!

A great place to get pics to add some pzazz to your blog posts – what a thoughtful pinner!

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A RooshV to Judgement

As if today wasn’t frustrating enough on the heels (the, pretty, pretty high heels) of yesterday’s tirade, I had to come home to this bullshitI am left with no choice other than to dive into the shallow feminist thought-pool and hope it snaps my neck and I die thinking happy Red Pill thoughts. (Unless some hot, male lifeguard is there to rescue me.) Also, get it??? She took away my choice!!!! Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

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Well. Bless. Her.  “Heart”. 

“…I have a very “special” place in my heart for Pick Up Artists.”

Her profile pic says otherwise. What is that look? Bitchy-Duck-Face-ManHater??? Look-Seductively-at-the-Camera-While-Peeing-on-the-Rug-to-Mark-Territory???? Oh dear…She took on RooshV

“I admire Roosh V’s commitment to absolute ignorance and stupidity.”

Plenty of admiration to go around, Lauren. I admire the same thing about you. I always thought was brainwashed into believing that feminists were very intellectual and had the brains to use the opposing arguments of others to inform their own opinions in order to affect some sort of level playing field. Unparalleled commitment. Brilliant. Everyone, absolutely everyone wants Commitment from another person. (***As long as they are committed to unconditional support of every stupid though we have, the second we have it, while simultaneously enabling us to live out our fantasies, in a life of ease and clean laundry and an unlimited budget.)

In all fairness, what apparently set Lauren off was this...

In February of 2015, Roosh V proposed the decriminalization of rape on private property. His theory was rooted in the assertion that women would take better precautions and, “protect her body in the same manner that she protects her purse and smartphone.” As a result, Roosh V claims that, “After several months of advertising this law throughout the land, rape would be virtually eliminated on the first day it is applied.”

I agree with the following stipulation: The the persons on the property have knowledge of their location and/or were present by consent of both parties. In other words, if your are at “your place” or someone else’s place, or hotel room, or not otherwise in the middle of a public place like the center of a freeway or on the sidewalk and you have put yourself in the position of being overwhelmed by physical force or even the later-regetable charms of another person, then who is to blame for that??? You, sista, you alone.

Before you go throwing stones, consider this:

I wear a dumpy uniform everyday. All my co-workers are men.

I wear a dumpy uniform everyday. All my co-workers are men.

The rest of the time, I am a contractor. I am constantly on Private Property, surrounded by rapey-scary Men. Yet, all the people involved are able to contain themselves.

House now on foundation, concrete poured, framers on site

House now on foundation, concrete poured, framers on site.

I work for men. I work with men. I hire men, I fire men. Agreements are reached. WE consult. WE negotiate. WE fight. WE get along. WE gossip. We drink beer together.

WE EAT RAT SHIT TOGETHER. (Literally)

WE EAT RAT SHIT TOGETHER. (Literally)

No one’s genitals or credentials are called into question without good reason. Comments like, “You’re a pussy” and, “Grow a set” are pretty universal and no one ever stops working long enough to take offense. In fact, if harmless banter like that offends you, chill the Fuck out – you aren’t working hard enough to earn your pay if you have time to be offended at petty bullshit like that.

Bitch, please.

Bitch, please.

It seems, really, really odd , that a preeminent feminist, in the midst of a letter to the most, terrible, scary, awful, misogynist, known to the world today, Would say, this:

There are laws now, Roosh. They are made by powerful, important men and women who are appalled at the way women are treated by men like you. Although you can’t put a ban on words, you may find that a lot of powerful people have such an aversion to that word that they are flagging individuals who use such terms in their literature. I’m sure you wouldn’t want to be flagged and monitored by any government for hate mongering, would you, Roosh?

May The Odds Be Ever In Your Favor

May The Odds Be Ever In Your Favor

On, that note, I volunteer as Tribute.

And speaking of laws, Roosh, no one with a brain thinks that decriminalizing rape is a good idea. In fact, you may find that the vast percentage of the population, both men and women, prefer consensual sex to non-consensual sex.

I, for one, don’t mind this attitude even a little  bit. It will save me from having to raise pregnant teenage daughters or some random, ill-selected offspring. I also think that drugs should be decriminalized and stop signs are unnecessary.Anyone out there that thinks human beings will suddenly run rampant without regulations to stop rape, murder and mayhem is ill-informed at best. I live in the rootin’-tootin’ (recently declared) concealed-carry state of Kansas and the blood in the streets is only ankle-deep after a hard rain.

If a burglar is on the loose in your neighborhood, you make sure, extra sure, to lock your doors or protect valuable objects. Why would you oppose the removal of laws that encourage you to protect your own body in the same way? Just place yourself farther out of harm’s way.  Normal people want consensual SEX. Is this your special epiphany? It isn’t polite conversation to talked about a person who had to be bound-and-gagged to “want it”….is that what you think will happen if you aren’t protected by The Law? Why are you putting yourself in that position in the first place? Why would you even want The Right to be legally protected from stupid choices as a Thinking Human Being????

“…maybe make a video about “those crazy feminists” and protest that you are too busy and too important to step up to such an arduous task”

Yes…. Roosh V…. Pick Me!!!! Pick Me!!!! Really? Sounds more like crappy FSOG dialogue than admonition…..But, then again, that is just my humble opinion as a woman who isn’t raped every single day because People.

For real.

For real.

Oh, Damn. Now the femists feel, “Unsafe“. Probably better quit while I am ahead.

Cougars Aren’t Real

I read the BRILLIANT ROK article about Cougars(TM)  here  and as a rumored-Cougar-post-Wall-Mother-of-Three-Daughters… Read it, please, before you proceed. The stereotypes are nailed! Even the maybe-a-little-too-true things are really dead on.

I had my adventures with the younger set. Who can forget B?

LINT ONE

Mainly because he is STILL fucking stalking me. Like that lint on the lint roller. I am apparently stuck with him.

Bike Boy healed me in ways that have nothing to do with B, and though he disappeared off the face of the planet, I don’t regret one second of it. My daughters still talk about him, especially Bike Brat, and Apple still talks about Bike Boy’s dad. The pictures are still on the wall in my house, and on the fridge. no one questions it here IRL, so don’t be the asshole that mentions it in the comments… On with the blog…

Like Donovan had his glimpse into the mythology of Cougars with “Marsha”, the relationships I have already written about on this blog, were my introduction into being labelled as a “Cougar”.  Reading the article was like being a fly on the wall and hearing what people really think about me.

APTOPIX Winter Weather

Yep… SNOWFLAKING IMMINENTand 100% of Fisking the ROK article. 

1. “All Cougars are hot!”

Hell yes they are…. in the MSM everyone is hot (unless you’re are a dad on a sitcom or a Southerner after a tornado or a flood-then you are a fat pile of stupidity.)

We are choking in images of hot people. Men, women, children, babies…. everything in the media is pretty or cute except the ‘outliers’ of Honey Boo-Boo and their ilk. Seriously? This is a real myth? Does anyone think that men with any self-worth prefer Day-Old to Fresh donuts? Come on, I am HOT ForMyAge….. but on the grand scale, 7 is the best I can hope for even if the low end of the scale is “People Of WalMart” 

2. “Cougars want sex all the time”

Who the hell wants sex All The Time? Give me a break. Some days, everyone was on your ass, or you were on your ass all day long; or on your knees, or on your back, or just tired of punching a clock. or hating your computer screen, hoping for a spark the next time you swing a hammer, dreading the next phone call…………..

Don’t men and women want the same thing? Most of us have to work hard. Whether it is hard physical labor or mentally exhausting, Sex All The Time isn’t something most people I know aspire to.

Nice shower, peace and quiet, control of the Remote and a nice meal…. then hot sex…. oh, yeah, baby… just the way we fantasize about it..with our partner doing the warm-up exercises while we lay back and enjoy it. but chaos reality ensues. Bills are due, we still have to check email, someone is working two jobs, the Cougar’s teenagers need rides home at two different times…. there are contractors who need drawings emails to be answered the lawn needs to be mowed…..is the soil warm enough to plant yet? Meeting? What meeting?????

3. “Older women don’t play games”

Human beings play games.  My theory is that what is classified as ‘Games’ to one set of people is really just a way of saying, “we didn’t want the same things”…. only without the benefit of introspection.

4. “Cougars are easy to game”

everything Donovan said, plus two years.

5. “Cougars never want relationships, just sex”

Once again Western culture and media rears its ugly head. Women grow old but they never grow up. The games and attention whoring aren’t going anywhere and neither is the desire for a relationship, no matter how strong and empowered they think they are. It’s in their blood.

Don’t get me wrong here. A couple of older ladies I fooled around with were in it purely for the sex. But most cougars I spent time with either directly or indirectly angled for exclusivity at one point or another.

Regardless of what a woman tells you, her end game is always a relationship. Even if she doesn’t go into a tryst with that intention and vocalizes this to you, her biological desires will always win out in the end.

Indeed. Just know that the relationship might not be with You, per se. The relationship she wants is the one she feels Entitled To Have.

6. “Dating sites are a great place to find hot and horny cougars!”

Or bitches like this. The tune is familiar and catchy…. the lyrics are terrifying!!!!!

So, if the End Goal is to find “Cougars” that meet all the expected myths…. why not Move On when you don’t get that old, dried up high-maintenance-overgrown-house-cat-cum-Cougar within your reach? The vast majority of “Cougars” around there parts aren’t even publicly acknowledged by Game&Parks. The real-entitled-bitches Cougars of these parts are ones who are divorced because they were “unhaaaaaaaaapy” and now they think they are Carrie Bradshaw.

I buy into the mythology, too. Even as a person who rarely wears make up (job related) I nevertheless feel that the ladies with perfect nails, and perfect hair, and perfect make up somehow *deserve* to have the best of everything.  Yes, even to the point that I will say that I sorta think ‘they’ deserve it more than me. These Myths seem to apply to all the worst superficial (and anti-superficial bullshit) The Feminista crowd wants you to believe that looks don’t matter then they see the stereotype of Cougar, and want you to treat all women as if they look like the image on TV… FAIL>>>

7. “Sex with cougars is always great!”

The baguette was made three days ago, several people have put mayonaise, butter and other condiments on it… so it is still pretty fresh…. BLEH….. Day. Old. Donuts. Old socks. Even the best ones wear out over time. (Sad, not shocking.) Men, if you are cool with leftovers, have at it. Ladies, if you think that HOT, YOUNG GUYS are there for the long haul, keep trying then on like irregular jeans at the outlet mall….  It won’t ever be a good fit either way.

Grow up.

The fact is, their vaginas don’t feel the same (yes, looser), their skin isn’t as tight or supple, and you are seldom able to pound the piss out of them like you would a tight young filly.

My, Gid, Man!!!! You have discovered the principle of Aging!!!

My, Gid, Man!!!! You have discovered the principle of Aging!!!

Seriously, men can’t possibly think their dicks feel the same to a partner as when they were younger. I mean, come on….. The only time your {{{{female or male}}}} body part is going to feel like a 20-year-old body part to your partner is when you are 20 years old.

All about that bitch….

Top of the Food Chain

What has been missing is here. I live in the heart of the grainbelt. Right or wrong, wheat, corn, and soy are staple crops here in more ways than one. If a picture is really worth a thousand words, then you have figured out that I am working on a project that involves moving a house. All the design work, front to back, from the ‘systems’ of the house to the details that make it a functional and personal space for my client are my sole responsibility – including the budget (which is terrifying in more ways than one).

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After all this time in Oz..

The main reason that I am writing now after all this time is that I saw this video. Watch it, please so you can see the heart of America, and, more importantly, the heart of anyone, anywhere who endeavors to make a living out of feeding you, your family, GoodAndKindAndWonderful People everywhere and NormalFolksLikeUS, and UselessFuckingAssholesLikeFeminists and Everyone Else. Seriously, watch the video.

My client is a Farmer. If you know the Paul Harvey speech, then you can see why the video linked above strikes a chord. If I had to describe The Farmer to  you, I would say this:

How about the fucktard-country-bumpkin-rednecks that you suppose are growing your food and the food that feeds your food?  These tobacco-chewing-beer-drinking-hicks control millions of dollars of equipment at any given time, they are up to their Wrangler-covered asses in debt, and up to their ripped-off shirtsleeves in government regulations. Amidst all of that, they are doing a little thing called controlling the food supply… you know, the whole reason you don’t starve to death. They do it because they like it. It is who they are.  If any of these clueless rednecks have ever given a single fuck about your opinion, they probably chopped it up and fed it to some cattle you ate it last week at Applebee’s while some terrified vegan-hipster-fucks watched you eating bacon double-cheeseburgers in silent judgment and horror while wondering why in the depths of their emaciated souls they felt a little tinge of jealousy watching you enjoy yourself eating the flesh of defenseless animals. **Fat feminists filed complaints because you criminally eye-raped the female-looking bacon before devouring it.**

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He also loves Vegans!!!

Yeah. That is my client. He is one of the few farmers that I know who doesn’t have a full-time job somewhere other then the land. It matters just the tiniest bit to me that he uses ‘conventional’ farming practices. (I bitch about it on a regular basis*** Full disclosure!) Whether or not I agree with the chemicals he sprays, the seed he plants, or his method of raising livestock there is nothing in the world to fault when it comes to integrity.

Farming is a dirty, shitty, low-paying, difficult job on its very best day. Even if you can’t agree with how they do it, you have to respect WHY.

Meanwhile, I am up to my ears in puberty-and-hormone-soaked daughter angst (Bite me, Meatloaf – when Two Outta Three is teenage girls, IT SUCKS) Residual annoyance from using a totally frighteningly incompetent basement guy. and my yearly prolonged personal nightmare of protesting to the Parole Board – I don’t feel much like writing.

The bright spots are my kids rocking the crap out of their school life… two broken school records and one up for Captain of the Drill Team (As a Freaking Freshman!!!!!!) Yep, all is well…

Blessings all around!

Fat Shaming…

Seriously? These women are the StandardOfBeauty(TM)????

Bleh!!!!! Give me a freaking break….

Everything but the Kitchen Sinkhole

Ever have that “sink, Sink, SINK”-ing feeling???

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With some serious patina! (And… the sparrows were starting to nest again in the birdhouse)

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I may-or-may-have-not ‘liberated’ the table from a half-collapsed barn….

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Refinished worn out table from the basement of The Big House

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Yeah, my front porch looks like a treasure house or a hipster dumping ground…

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The main road between my house and The Big House is gone.

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Found object, Free Bible Encyclopedia, and a lovely bottle of wine [translation of the label: Basement Guy Sucked. *** Insert alternate caption here to suit your own purposes…

Enjoy the eye candy 🙂

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Once again, the Sinkhole between my house and the Big House project

 

Restify in the Country

I know. It has been a long dry spell. To get back in the swing of things, I am posting mostly pictures. Enjoy the countryside and the trespassing and the construction… It should be a moving experience. (Read the captions, please.)

Of course... there are a lot of country roads between here and there...

Of course… there are a lot of country roads between here and there…

Of course I had permission to be here

Of course I had permission to be here

None of the images are creepy at all

None of the images are creepy at all

Just another house abandoned on the prairie; like a ghost you can look right through it.

Just another house abandoned on the prairie; like a ghost you can look right through it.

The light through an etched glass window.

The light through an etched glass window.

It’s my first blog in a while and I am crossing bridges before I come to them. Let this image sink in – you will see more of this house soon.

The house for a dollar and a friend who wanted a new house.

The house for a dollar and a friend who wanted a new house.

I had the chance to design, stick by stick... but then The Farm House. Free except for some paperwork.

I had the chance to design, stick by stick… but then The Farm House. Free except for some paperwork.

Oh, the antiques stay? Yes, please and thank you.

Oh, the antiques stay? Yes, please and thank you.

Original wash sink in the summer kitchen? Yep.

Original wash sink in the summer kitchen? Yep.

Quarter-sawn red oak built-ins and flooring throughout? Yay!

Quarter-sawn red oak built-ins and flooring throughout? Yay!

Hand carved trim that is its own special hand-built hell to remove? Bring. It. On.

Hand carved trim that is its own special hand-built hell to remove? Bring. It. On.

Look closely - here's the most uplifting part of the story

Look closely – here’s the most uplifting part of the story

It is downright motivational...

It is downright motivational…

Call it the wind beneath the  wings of my Catch-22

Call it the wind beneath the wings of my Catch-22

The house moved 22 miles.  with more than one 'catch' in that distance.

The house moved 22 miles. with more than one ‘catch’ in that distance.

The first move was about 5 feet due "UP" and then 60 feet or so East

The first move was about 5 feet due “UP” and then 60 feet or so East

Wheels up. (So to speak)

Wheels up. (So to speak)

Backing into the site.

Backing into the site.

Trucks. Of course. Fords!

Trucks. Of course. Fords!

Breaking out plaster and lathe with help from the kids.  (After taking off the trim and labeling the specific position... and UGH... my brain is melting....

Breaking out plaster and lathe with help from the kids. (After taking off the trim and labeling the specific position… and UGH… my brain is melting….

 

Looking up from the basement side of the house.

Looking up from the basement side of the house.

 

 

This is the view from the walk-out basement

This is the view from the walk-out basement

So there are many things moving here. Mainly a house. Stay tuned…