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Dirtnapninja earned this week’s COTW award with a pithy take on the rift opening between White men and White women.

Of all the crimes the foe has inflicted on us, turning white females into our class enemies was the most unforgivable.

Unforgivable, because it was an engineered betrayal that struck at the strongest bond of a society: the bond between man, woman, and child. To corrupt everything else, the sexual market first had to be corrupted. And then the dominoes fell easily.

Theodora follows up with the COTW runner-up medal, likening the betrayal of our White women to an ancient tale,

They found the weakest link, like in the story of Adam and Eve. The serpent whispered: “Come with me and turn against your man, nation, tradition and ancestors, and you will have a seat at the table with our privileged minorities. Affirmative action, preferential hiring, gibsmedat as much as you want, the victimhood aura, the right to be irresponsible and to be believed no matter what you say, like them. Just betray everything you are supposed to stand for.” She listened and she obeyed.

She obeyed so well that she now serves as guardian and gatekeeper for Globohomo.

Finally, cynthia rounds out this week’s COTW with the consolation prize (a set of shivs):

Men do seem to have a better grasp of cause and effect, or at least, they are more willing to examine the causes of failure and readjust course when necessary. There are a lot of things that feed into this, but the biggest one I think is that female mistakes are usually irreversible. Men can (theoretically) recover if they spend their youth screwing around rather than starting a family. We can’t. We age out of our good looks and fertility and cannot go back.

I think we’ve evolved a sort of logic valve in the brain to deal with this. If you don’t see your mistakes, they won’t tear you apart. I don’t know if it’s a cultural adaptation or something that exists at the lizard hindbrain level, but it is definitely there. Most women can never truly confront the enormity of their bad decisions. There’s just no reward for it.

The term for this is “rationalization hamster”, and the little critter’s job is exactly as cynthia described: to conceal from women the “enormity of their bad decisions” and spare their egos a thrashing which will do them no good in the Darwinian sense of passing along her bloodline to future generations. Women don’t lose much by hiding from the ugly truths; men otoh stand to lose a lot from avoiding the truth because men are the sex which has to bust a move to make sure their genes carry forward, and they won’t be busting many moves (or nuts) if they live by lies and deny the nature of women.

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Adding to that last thought about men getting rewarded for confronting hard truths while women gain nothing from doing the same, there is a moment in a woman’s life when she would be well-served with a hard truth: when she’s young and thinks she has all the time in the world to snag a quality man. That’s the time in her life when she will be rewarded for recognizing poor decisions and correcting her course before she’s on the wilting side of her peak nubility.

The general point remains, though. When a woman fucks up, as long as she’s still got youthnbeauty to barter she’ll recover. When a man fucks up, he has to know what he did wrong, or he’ll keep fucking up.

When older, a woman near Wall impact really doesn’t gain much from admitting to bad decisions. Sexual worthlessness is coming, whether or not she achieves a level of sentient self-awareness. All the knowing does is weigh her down with existential regret. Men, in contrast, can recover from bad decisions committed over a longer duration of their lives, and will gain from knowing when and how they screwed the pooch. The Wall for a man is not a death sentence; it’s a stumbling block.

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I may as well give Theodora another also-ran COTW award for this gem about the Bezos Boner,

Bezos fell hard for that trannyface menopausal Sanchez because, probably for the first and last time in his life, the wimp felt sexually desirable. He felt exhilarated to finally see how it is to sext and send dick pics on demand like a Chad, somehow like that species of ugly cactus which can bloom only once. It’s the story of Charles and Camilla once again.

Bezos = Corpse flower.

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