Your Wife Cannot Care For Your Emotional Wellbeing, Like A Right Wing Extremist Can

Women Care About Your Reproductive Fitness Not About You

Having posted my interracial sexual strategy guide: How To Slide Your White Meat Into Asian Girls, the substack algorithm saw fit to show me normie relationship advice. And what is the most normie aka Blue Pill relationship advice possible?

This is very common advice in the Eat Pray Love, AWFL (Affluent White Female Liberal) sphere. Except it isn't actually advice. It's just female emoting about how safe and loved she feels in the moment. If you dare express your authentic emotions to a woman you will be sentenced to hours if not days of time rape as she interrogates you for any shred of weakness. The moment you express feelings is the moment she starts doubting your fitness as a reproductive partner.

Telling women about your emotions is a horrible idea, because they can barely handle their own. Everything you say to a woman can and will be used against you later in a petty argument. Women are a human resource department. They want to hear your feeling when you are at your lowest so they can terminate their relationship with you. And if something is the slightest bit off you can bet your balaclava her friends are going to hear about it at brunch.

The only people who you can comfortably share your emotions with are right wing extremists on the internet. Right wing extremists haven't succumbed to GloboHømo propaganda. They didn't post the George Floyd Black solidarity square on Instagram. They didn't pressure you to get vaccinated or post their doom juice card on social media for approval. They stand firm in their chosen set of principles and care about like minded men who do.

A right wing extremist isn't going to leave you at your lowest most vulnerable point in life. No! He wants to be with you exactly when things are the most difficult. He trains for that day with eager anticipation.

He's going to hold you. He's going to hug you. He's going to say “You got this bro. I belive in you. Lets go with our 450 yard dope. Dial in 9.75 MOA from your 100 yard zero.”

If you miss, he isn't going to hold it against you. He's going to help you adjust for windage and encourage you to try again. They are far more honest with their emotions and opinions as they are not constrained by social shame. All they care about is achieving the objective together.

This brings me to my next point. We are living in a postmodern neoliberal world of exchange value. If you want to fully understand the concept you should read Jean Baudrillard Simulacra and Simulation or maybe Fredrick Jameson Postmodernism. But really what you need to understand is that at this point in western social development women want the wedding not the marriage. They want the status of the thing. They don't actually care about the thing itself. Their only traveling to the place for the Instagram picture they don't actually care about the Roman Colosseum.

Your relationship is just a virtue signal to her friends, it's a photo op. Every conversation, argument, breakdown celebration is a feed post. Their not just obsessed with Virtual Reality their reality is virtual. You taking the relationship seriously by expecting serious emotional support is no different than thinking the World Wide Wrestling Federation is real. Everything in the bourgeois world is fake. The hand bags are made in china. The faces are made by plastic surgeons. The food is filled with preservatives. It's all fake.

She takes ozempic to keep her thin. Lexapro to keep her depression away. Hormonal birth control to prevent painful periods. She has cats to fulfill her nurturing instincts. She takes adderall to focus on her 9-5. She has social media to simulate friendships. Tinder to simulate dating, and a therapist to simulate self-reflection.

And you expect her to provide real emotional labour to soothing your depression? Please. If she takes the easy route on everything else why is she going to suddenly do a Tony Hawk kickflip 180, reverse her modus operandi and put in the difficult work. She's not.

This brings me to my riveting conclusion.

A lot of the best writers on substack are full blown crazy people. Just admit to yourself that you enjoy reading the ramblings of hate filled crazy people pouring their vitriol into a keyboard. And unlike your girlfriend and or wife they mean every word they say. They care about you and your emotions and even your ability to maintain a steady heart rate under extreme stress.

So rather than venting to your wife who lets face it is basically a paid government informant at this point, vent to your special internet friend. He'll listen. He might call you fat, lazy or even a zionist shill. But at the end of the day he will support you.

And in return you should support him by buying him a copy of my book: The Pillars Of Wisdom.

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A book so extreme it's been banned on Amazon Barns And Noble and Lulu.