Steaming Piles of Crap on YouTube!

I know... It's hard to believe: There are actually some really bad videos on YouTube!

I offer one here (click the pic):

Katie talks about the top 5 things to look for in a guy. They are:

1. Mental Stability.
2. Funny, Silly, Witty and Amusing.
3. Looks.
4. Treat me like a princess. (Cook and clean and do all my laundry)
5. Money

Note: @3:25 - she points out how another man getting injured makes her feel good - this is in contradiction to 1, 2, and even 3 if you think about it (looks are not important - the ability to inflict pain on other men - i.e. a sadist and a sociopath - is the real importance). Clearly, men that are willing to inflict injuries on other men are what make her feel good. Katie is clearly a lying sack of SH*T. She is aroused by psychotic men who inflict pain on other men.

At first, I was depressed to watch this steaming pile of dog-crap rant about fantasy men.

Then, I noticed that the video got way more thumbs down than thumbs up:

5078 dislikes, 1880 likes, 570,588 views.

She reminds me of something I might scrap off the bottom of my shoe. Sure, I might "use" her for a lay - but nothing else - and there is no way in hell I would so much as lift my pinky to get it.

The funniest part of her video is when she "claims" she wants a guy to be "mentally stable":

I guess that when you have a "partnership" with a modern western woman, it helps if at least one person is mentally stable...

She is a prime case of an obnoxious, toxic,entitlement princess (and a lying sac of crap as well).

If Katie ever reads this, my message to her is simple:

You need not one man, but exactly three...HUNDRED - and they must choose you. They must then savagely penetrate every orifice on your body to make you stop acting like a little foolish girl, and start feeling like a woman. Did that make your tummy tickle? Be honest Katie.

A video response to Katie was this Fat Horse-Faced Sow:
Actually, I think her face does not resemble a Horse's face - it more so resembles a horse's ass.

This intellectually inept example of womanhood makes the assumption that the reason everybody "hates" Katie is because Katie is expressing her opinion.

WRONG

Katie is a lying sack of shit. She will no doubt be one of the larger portion of women who end up with some psychotic example of manhood - despite all of her deceptions that she is into mentally stable and caring men. That cat is out of the bag - men prone to violence attract women - it is a fact.

Laura... Remember the part of her picturing some man getting his nipples ripped of by another man (time index 3:25) - it made her feel good... remember dumb-a$$.

Also, the woman above, "Laura" claims that NOBODY is mentally stable in a relationship.

Spoken like a true modern western woman - she is only speaking for herself.

Laura, if you are reading this: Lose some weight, and get laid. Do not do the laying - let the man do the laying. Let him take the reigns and show you who's the boss - you'll be a much happier woman, instead of that sad little girl I see...

I Love this Comment!

A comment left in response to my blog entry: There was a warrant out for my arrest is as follows:

So... you were knee-deep in a load of legal trouble, and all you could think about was the "hawt chick" girlfriends of the troublemakers who got you into this mess?

Wrong. The thought about their girlfriends was a brief one. I can see how anonymous would think this though. The purpose of the post was to demonstrate how barbarous men often attract "hot" women. As I stated in the post, I was curious about this phenomena.

The post focuses on the hot women - at the time, my mind did not.

My first observation was on the men themselves - their tattoos and affiliations with white-supremacist groups - read the post.

LOL You men never change. Always thinking with your knobs. Did it even occur to you that these women were, in fact, undesirable, due to their choice of companions? You do a lot of complaining about how women judge you by your geeky looks, but you seem to be no different.

Interesting - thinking with our knobs. Many MRA's say this too. I was not thinking with my knob - I was thinking with my brain. Read the post, I was curious why such barbarous men seemed to end up with such "aesthetic" women. Such thought can only be done with one's brain, not with one's penis.

It should come as no surprise that this woman is ignorant about the male penis!

Aesthetic women ARE desirable. Thin, busty and pretty in the face - this is what makes women attractive. I am wondering what the woman posting this message looks like at this point...

I never said I looked "geeky" in the post. In fact, I am pretty sure I do not say that anywhere in this entire blog. I am pretty sure that my appearance was in fact "normal" - as the post about my only blind date demonstrates. I placed a picture of myself at the bottom of the post to illustrate this fact. I in no way have ever considered myself to look "geeky" or anything else for that matter. I have always considered myself to look - well - "normal".

The point I was getting across is that looks are irrelevant. Psychopathic tendencies are what is relevant here. It is the psychopathic tendencies that seem to attract women - not looks.

In the end, physical appearance is worthless, as it is only temporary... and in case you weren't aware of this, "hotness" does not equal "good person". If most men think like you (with their little heads instead of their big ones), then it's no wonder you're always getting taken for a ride.

Physical appearance is worthless - as I mentioned, it is the psychopathic tendencies that are attractive to such women.

Did I say "hotness" meant "good person"? NOPE.

Shaming language common in feminists and some mra's: "think with the small head" - typical - yawn.

Let's see - what she is saying here is that I got taken for a ride into the courtroom because I think with my dick?

WRONG.

Have I ever said that I have been "taken for a ride"? NO.

She seems to be reciting some off-beat case she may have read or heard somewhere, and incorporating it into my post.

An excellent demonstration of how things get bent and twisted in womenfolk's minds.

I take that back - If things went "in one ear and out the other" for women, that would make women much more agreeable than they are now.

However, the larger portion of women have a kind of blender thing between their ears - things go in one ear, and get scrambled beyond belief - then regurgitation comes out of their mouth - as this woman demonstrates.

(funny I was actually thinking about this yesterday - during a conversation I had with a woman about Tom Leykis)

The crude flesh isn't a mirror into one's sole. Maybe you'll figure that out one day, but I highly doubt it.

I partially disagree with this. A healthy body can mean a healthy mind. However I would say that this is "the rule" and does not take into account quite a few exceptions...

Overall, I liked the response she left. It is an excellent demonstration of how women hear things, and add much into them. Typically, as I have noticed they add or subtract things to have the effect as rendering said things to be as negative as possible.

If this women were to offer an honest and open-minded criticism of the post and my other posts she would come to the conclusion that I am getting at the fact that "looks are irrelevant".

Expecting honest and open-minded analysis from a westernized woman is like expecting a cat not to screech when the rockers of a rocking chair hit its tail.

Can I have a Hand Job?

When I was 20 or 21, myself and two of my friends were in line at Taco Bell at about 9:00pm or so. This was a fairly common routine for us - a bean burrito with green sauce - inexpensive and filling.

I was behind my two friends. A woman in her 30's or 40's approached me:

"Excuse me sir" she said.

"Yeah" I replied.

"There are some suspicious looking people outside, I'm a little scared to go out there - would you mind walking me to my car"

I do not know why, but what she asked rubbed me the wrong way. However; I escorted the woman to her car.

There were some teenagers on skateboards, getting rowdy, performing wild stunts, and throwing bottles from the dumpster against a wall.

When I returned to the restaurant, I was thinking about all the crap I was hearing in college:

"The only thing any man wants is to get into a woman's pants".

"The reason men are allegedly in their 'sexual prime' in their teen years is so they can get young women pregnant and prevent those women from obtaining careers".

"Men only want to selfishly exploit women".

I thought to myself, "Holy crap - that woman just selfishly exploited me".

There was nothing in what she asked me to do - for me. Nothing at all. She had no reservations about doing it - in fact, from her demeanor, she expected me to do it - if I had said no, I would have been a "jerk", "creep", "pig" etc...

I then thought, "What if I had asked her for a hand-job"?

Would I have gotten slapped? Would she have started yelling at me?

Or - would she have given me one in her car? I doubt it.

I was doing so horrible with women (read here, here and here). Why? Well, according to them, I was "out of their league", "unattractive", "a nerd", "not interesting" etc...

There I was, standing in line at Taco Bell.

From Zero to Hero in 0 seconds flat.

From a pig that wants only to selfishly exploit women (according to the institute of HIGHER LEARNING I was attending), a nerd, a creep, ugly, unattractive piece of garbage, to an honorable man willing to risk his safety for one in a set of people who typically would not give him the time of day.

Amazing!

Never again.

How to get your game on!

It's easy! Just be a psychotic example of a man!

The more deranged and psychotic the man, the hotter the women he "gets":

James Biela and his girlfriend - her face is blurred out (allegedly to protect her). Notice her trim body.
Watch the Video of how much she cares!

This mega-hottie's boyfriend threw acid in her face:
Look at that guy. What a winner eh! An absolute stud-muffin. No smile, probably no future, and despite the bullsh*t MRA's tell me - I would wager a guess at NO SOCIAL STATUS either.

That mega-hottie blond could have had any man she wanted. She CHOSE the PSYCHO! She sure knows how to Pick'Em!

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Hey guys, you want a woman who looks this hot (check out the jugs on this one):All you have to do is kill your ex-wife (and be a washed up sports legend turned petty criminal)! It's true. This is Christie Prody. O.J. Simpson's girlfriend: after he was acquitted of murder (she of course believes he actually did kill her!)

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How would you like more than 1 girlfriend?
Ones that look like this:
...That is easy too, just be a short little runt WITH NO SOCIAL STATUS - other than what your harem gives you, and proclaim yourself as a messiah - it also helps if you look like one of these two gorgeous drug-infected hunks:
...To any women viewing them - go take a break and get that dildo out now for your dripping wet vagina!

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I was going to say something about Ted Bundy too - how he lured women to his vehicle in broad daylight. While researching him, wikipedia said this:

Bundy had a remarkable advantage in that his facial features were attractive, yet not especially memorable.

Yeah - what a hunk! What woman in her right mind wouldn't trust a face like that!?

I remember when I was in college, I usually got responses like "f*ck you", "f*ck off", and the one-shot ever-so-creative, "eat the sh*t out of my a$" - for saying things akin to "hello".

Maybe I would have gotten some if I had been a killer disguised as a cripple!

Boy was I stoopid wit dem wommen wen I wuz In collej er wat!!!

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This dynamite piece of man-meat:

Put that dildo down ladies! There's more reading afoot...

Was married to this hottie:
Who helped him murder three teen-age girls!

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Still not convinced?

This lovely young lady...

married this adorable hunk of a man:

He was psychopathic enough to kill her - which he did - to hook up with this mega-hot woman:

and now he receives love letters while on death row! From strangers of course - not from the woman above...

And: It is NOT uncommon for men who kill women to receive such love letters from hordes of adoring women:

Murderers get marriage proposals

Girls Love Letters to Murderers

Women who love serial killers

Illegalize fan mail to serial killers

I could list many more - do a google search for "killers receive love letters"

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Some people say to me, "Gee Rich, you sound bitter or something..."

If I somehow restrain my temper and not pound their face in, I tell them:

"YOU ARE GOD-DAMNED RIGHT I AM BITTER!"

What morons...

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Now, the icing on the cake:

I was browsing an MRA web-site, and found a comment posted by a woman:

"Just as many women are attracted to men who are violent, a lot of men seem to be attracted to women who treat them surprisingly badly. I’ve often thought that perhaps these women remind them of their mothers. Or maybe they are just good in bed."

This is called being an apologist. She is basically making light of a serious situation - the phenomena of women being attracted to men capable of murder. She quickly re-routes any blame or suspicion on herself and other women, by dismissal and deception.

I have never met any man who says, "Gee, That woman is a real psycho - I think I'll write her a love letter". When getting hooked up with a psychotic case of a woman, every man I have ever met goes out of his way to end it. Unfortunately, such women do not simply "go away".

I have met women who are overly fascinated with men who kill - just look at the love letters they get.

The woman who made that comment is an apologist. She is shifting focus away from women, and onto men: a common tactic that I have encountered in arguments, relationships - and many other places.

The moderator of the web-site's official response to her comment:

You may be on to something (nic omitted). Women with personality disorders, particularly Borderline Personalities, are notoriously seductive and sexual. They can also be very violent.

At least he acknowledges that the women are being seductive - instead of suggesting that men "go" for psychotic women...

Nonetheless, his "lack of balls" response to this comment made me sick.

This person has written up articles explaining the phenomena of killers getting love letters. He also wrote an essay claiming that "men have no choices". That is, men do NOT get to choose who they "hook up" with. Ultimately, that is the woman's decision. Truer words were never spoken

Men have no choices in the dating game. All the choices are women's.

A man does not get to choose who he has sex with. He can target a woman he wants to have sex with - but ultimately, sex is the woman's decision, not the man's.

And, that being true, how could he possibly tolerate such an apologist remark?

If he seriously believes that men get no choices - then men must "take what they are given" as far as "hooking up" goes...

Read it again.

"Just as many women are attracted to men who are violent, a lot of men seem to be attracted to women who treat them surprisingly badly. I’ve often thought that perhaps these women remind them of their mothers. Or maybe they are just good in bed."

Incidents like this make me sick. It is one of the top-ten reasons I am NOT an MRA - and never will be. I clearly do not fit into this group of men.

I believe that men get no choices in the dating/mating game: women get all the choices.

From this, it is clear that men do not choose psychotic women - the psychotic women are choosing the men (and being "sexy and seductive").

Something that Happened to a Friend of Mine

In 2003.

I was at a friend's house (he was renting it) having a silly time. We would drink booze, and just poke fun at everything. We would make fun of TV shows, video games, or whatever.

There was a knock at the door.

He went to answer it. A huge slew of yelling erupted from him and what sounded like his ex-girlfriend.
The yelling continued for a while. The door slammed shut.

My friend came back into his living room, visibly upset.

I said, "Dude, I thought you broke up with her like a month ago or so."

He replied, "Yeah, actually longer than that - but she keeps coming by."

I said, "You should tell her to get lost and stay there - you know, you go girl - and stay there!"

He laughed a little, "I have told her that several..."

***CRASH***

He was interrupted by the sound of one of his windows breaking.

The crazy-b*tch was throwing rocks through his windows.
***CRASH***

We were both speechless. He started heading to the front door. Before he got there, I heard tires screeching. She was peeling out and leaving.

About 2 weeks later, my friend phoned me.

He told me that the previous night, she showed up again and forced her way into the house. He was severely drunk (as he almost always was), and was not hitting back. He managed to barricade himself into his bathroom.

While he was barricaded in his bathroom, she used her cell phone to call 911. She told the police that her boyfriend was being "abusive" and that she was afraid.

When the police showed up, they arrested HIM. He was now out on bail from his brother.
Keep in mind that at this point, he had broken up with her 6 weeks ago - she never cohabited with him. And, most important, each time she showed up, he would tell her to leave.

After they took my friend to jail, his ex-girlfriend trashed his house. She did over 7000 dollars worth of damage - nice guitars, amplifier equipment, video game equipment, T.V. etc...

I told my friend he should find a lawyer to sue the pants off of somebody.

He replied, "Come on Rich, I'm a drunk - I'm always drunk. All that they see is some drunk guy and an upset woman - the drunk guy loses."

I kept on telling him that he had witnesses (not just me but others) who had seen her violent behavior.

Despite my best coercions, he still refused to take any kind of action against the state or her.

-All that evil needs to flourish is for good men to sit by and do nothing.

I was sincerely disappointed that he wasn't going to do a damned thing, and that I could not convince him to do anything (neither could his brother).

To Her, I was More than a Bank Account with a Penis

I recant an excerpt from one of the many dates that I went on. The woman's name was K. She was slightly overweight, and had a 17-year old daughter. K invited me over to her house for margaritas and a movie.

The three of us were watching "War of the Worlds" with Tom Cruise. Very shortly into the movie, K got a phone call.

"I gotta take this, it's the Sheriff's department, they just found some of my property that was stolen - I have to talk to them for a while" she said.

I paused the movie; sipped my margarita; lit a cigarette.

Her daughter approached me and asked, "Can I have a light?"

I said, "Your mom lets you smoke?"

She said, "yeah".

I said, "I hate to give you a lecture, but as a responsible adult - smoking for years, I have to say - quit now - the older you get, the harder it gets to quit."

She asked me questions about what types of music I liked, what I did in my spare time. I told her about the music I make - and the games I program. She was immediately interested. I told her about my web-site, and she said she had already been there - and so had all of her friends...

I thought, she is obviously watching out for mom - trying to get to know the man her mom is currently dating.

She started asking me questions about my college days. She asked me what I majored in, what classes I liked the most.

As I told her more and more of my college experiences, I had her laughing. I told her about psychology, and what aspects of it interested me. I told her that when the topic of sexuality came up, everybody in the classroom started raising their hands and asking all kinds of questions about transsexuals, homosexuals, transvestites etc... That made her laugh more.

I also told her that one of the most exciting aspects of college - is that there is so much to learn on a University campus - and when I was first enrolling; I had a hard time deciding on what would be my major.

I told her about the "core" classes that could be applied to any major - and that she did not have to worry too much about what to major in until the 2nd semester usually.

She was smiling, and so was I.

I felt like somebody was actually interested in getting to know me - rather than being manipulative with sex - and sizing up my bank accounts.

Her mom came back into the room, we resumed the movie. I paid no attention to the movie - I just kept thinking - dang, to be almost starting college again - what I wouldn't give for that!

I also kept thinking about all the questions this young woman asked me, and how I seemed to "encourage" her with the thought of going to college. I found myself staring at her, and wondering what she would choose as her major - what kind of experiences she would have in college - would she graduate. I had a smile on my face the whole time.

She was laying belly-down on the floor, her mom and myself were seated in chairs.

Then it hit me. I was staring at a 17-year old girl with a shit-eating grin on my face.

"I gotta go - I forgot about something - I'll call you tomorrow".

I promptly left while B-S-ing my way through a barrage of questions about what it was I had forgotten.

I never went back (or called back).

What I got from this experience: It was extremely pleasant to have somebody inquisitive about me as a HUMAN BEING, and not a BANK ACCOUNT WITH A PENIS.

Of course, this young woman had no intentions of "hooking up" with me either...

"I Felt So Safe Around Him"

Another date I went on. A real freak-show I'll call D. D belonged to a wicken cult, and went out of her way to try to explain to me which "Harry Potter" school she would have belonged to. I simply responded to her ramblings with "wow".

She told me all kinds of horror stories about her ex husband - a police officer.

She told me that he put her into the hospital several times due to his violent nature.

Of course, I knew I was getting only one side of the story - who started the fight, what sparked the violence - was she even being honest about the hospital trips.

I asked the question (that I asked of all the women I dated), "What was it about him that attracted you to him?"

A twinkle appeared in her eye, she looked wistfully away, sighed and said, "I felt so safe around him."

It was like a scene from a princess movie or something (and a bad one at that).

The laughter came out of my nose first. I think I actually shot a bougar out of my nose.

"Safe from what? Not going to the hospital!?", I laughed.

She was NOT laughing. She looked angry and bitter.

I stopped laughing and looked around like saying, "uh oh - here it comes!"

She said, "I don't think that's funny. There's nothing funny about domestic violence. My support group told me that this happens all the time to all kinds of women YIP YIP YIP".

My brain shut off - all I heard was "EE BEE BEE. EE BEE BEE BEE BEE BEE. YIP YIP YIP". Like nails on a chalkboard.

She asked me to leave.

I started to get up, then I said, "No - you leave. You're the idiot here - not me".

Her face got even more angry. It looked like she was about to throw a first-class temper tantrum.

I sat back down, and looked her square in the eye - mentally I was saying, "Bring it".

She left.

Just Kidding! I Don't Have One of Those Blue-Berry Things.

I met a woman named "H" on cupid. She wanted to go to a bar I was familiar with. It was next to a grocery store that I took my martial arts instructor too often.

She said that she had a car, but her ex-husband was really particular about her using it.

I thought, "This one I gotta meet". Her ex-husband's car is her only mode of transportation - brother.

I picked her up at her house, and we went to the bar. On the way there, I asked her questions about the bar: Is it a dive bar? Gay bar? What kind of crowd went there? She told me it was just a normal bar. I was concerned because it was in a less than note-worthy section of town.

Once in the bar, she pulled out a blackberry, and started typing heartily on it.

I looked around the bar. There were several other women typing on their blackberries.

I shook my head in disbelief.

Our drinks came. I started talking to her, and asking the usual questions.

Sometimes she would answer, other times, she would hold her hand up and give the "just a minute" signal as she typed on her Blackberry.

I asked who she was talking to.

She said, "Another guy I met on cupid - hang on".

I said, "Really - which guy?"

She said, "actually, there are a couple of guys that keep hounding me for dates - I am talking to them now."

She showed me the screen. She was actually FLIRTING with other guys from cupid - while she was on a date with me.
I said, "Let me get my blackberry - it's in my car."

She looked up, "You have a blackberry?"

"Yeah! Let me go get it - hang on..."

I walked out to my car. Started the engine - and drive off quickly.

I left her stranded there with no transportation. I felt she deserved a lot worse for her conduct.

WOOHOO! We're From Washington!

A woman kept screaming in the Sapphire Lounge inside the Harrah's Casino.

She was definitely making a complete spectacle of herself. She was in the lounge with her big ripped muscle-ridden boyfriend. It was nothing I hadn't seen before: Women making asses out of themselves in clubs.
Words of wisdom from SCARECROW:
"Grown Women Crave Affection, Little Girls Crave Attention"

I kept thinking, "Nobody cares - stop making an ass out of yourself."

I ordered another drink from the bartender.

ASIDE: In case anybody is wondering - I am not a beer drinker - I drink martinis, margaritas, or various other mixed drinks. I have met men who will only order beer for fear of "looking gay". When they say this to me, "I cannot drink martinis - people will think I am gay",. I respond with, "Oh, you mean you're not." It feels so damned good to be a smart-a$$.

"WOO-HOO, we're from Washington!", the woman shouted again.

The bartender handed me my drink, "Hey, did you know that she is from Washington?"

I responded, "Yeah, I have heard rumors about that - and I think they might actually be true".

The bartender looked disgusted.

I sipped my drink, lit a cigarette, and reflected on my life. After a while, the loud and obnoxious woman came over to me.

"Can I have a cigarette?" she asked.

The pack was sitting on the bar. I picked it up and opened it. Then, I thought, why?

"No", I replied.

"Why not?" she asked angrily.

With a sour look on my face I said, "Because I don't like you". And I didn't.

She looked like all those other empty-headed yet conceited bimbo's that were:
too good to talk to me.
were "out of my league"
Had no interest - since I am not psychotic.
You get the idea.

The bartender had a surprised look on his face - as if saying, "Wow, and here I thought you were the type to just cater to anything with a vagina".

She went off - back to her boyfriend. My eyes followed her as she went.

She talked to her boyfriend briefly.

The big muscle-ridden man sat up from their table and started walking towards me.

I thought to myself, "You gotta be kidding me - this for a cigarette - well, whatever, come get some buff-boy."

I unzipped jacket, and prepared for a physical confrontation.

The bartender stepped in, "Unless you and your loud-mouthed girlfriend want to have security escort you out the door - you can sit your ass right back down NOW!".

I was stunned. The muscle man sat back down and sulked with a frown on his face.

I was thinking. Insignificant me. I do not look threatening - but who knows, I could have a gun, tazer, pepper spray, or a knife on my person. I might have even had something far worse than a conventional weapon - something that only an intelligent mind twisted by a life of bad experiences would have dreamed up for personal protection.

This muscle-man was willing to risk physical confrontation with a "lone stranger" in a bar - just to get his obnoxious girlfriend a cigarette. How stupid is that?

Do I blame that man for his girlfriend's behavior?

No I do not. Women are sentient beings. They are responsible for their own actions. And, SHE obviously had INFLUENCE over HIM. PERIOD!

Would I call him a mangina? Nah, I would however call him an IDIOT, a LOSER, a DUMB-A$$ etc...