Post-Surgery Game (PSG) is of a kind with Drunk Game, but riskier as well as potentially more rewarding (if for no other reason than that outpatient quasi-sober sex is generally more erotic than 2AM fully-drunk sex).
Without revealing too many identifying details of the where, how, and why, I had a surgery which required general anesthesia. It was for a non-life threatening issue, and the problem was handily resolved. The Heartistian angle here is what happened in that magical moment between unconsciousness and bland lucidity.
As I confidently strode, or rather, gracelessly loped, out of the bonewhite-walled abattoir, my psyche swirled with the elation of renewed life. I felt good, better than usual, and largely this was a mood lifted by the lingering effects of the anesthesia. My footing was still a little unsure and my brain foggy as I stepped outside under glaring sunlight (released without a promise that a citizen soldier would retrieve me; apparently the doc thought I was able-bodied enough to journey unassisted).
The drugs had another side effect besides general loopiness; they asymmetrically sapped me of my strength, creating the impression of a frankenstein in better control of some extremities than of others.
Naturally, in this condition I just had to talk to a random cutie. It is required. So I did. I grinned, lopsidedly. She cocked her head like a puzzled dog. “Hi.” “Hi?” She may have been scared by my odd sway, thinking I was under the influence of bath salts.
“I just had surgery.” That was my line, and I don’t regret it.
“Oh, ok. That’s not good.”
“Nope. But I’m so happy it’s over I had to share my joy with someone.”
She smiles. Phew!, I think, that could’ve gone either way.
“I hope you feel better.”
The polite indifference of a gentle blowoff? Nah, if I thought every noncommittal thing a girl said to me was a blowoff, I’d be a beta with a bad case of incel.
“I hope so too. Hey, one question…”
“What?”
Tingle-coaxing pause.
“Want to join me for a glass of milk this evening?”
“Uhh, milk?”
“I can’t drink. Doctor’s orders.”
“You’re really milking this thing, aren’t you?”
“Funny!” I meant it. A sassy girl warms my heart.
We didn’t have a milk that evening, but I did see her a few days later for a non-dairy libation.
The “teachable moment” of this vagnette is the power of male confidence over female coyness. Even if that confidence is evoked by a post-surgery high. Whatever it takes. Boldness, whether free-form or induced by an anesthesia-hazed ZFG, can overcome a loping gait and twitchy muscle control. Post-Surgery Game is better than Drunk Game because your incapacitation is not quite so obvious, and you’re in better command of your wits.
(Later, the girl admitted she noticed I was “walking funny” and she thought about getting a hold of her pepper spray in her handbag. But she said she relaxed when I mentioned the milk thing. She also said that line was “stupid funny” but that’s the kind of deprecating stuff girls always say after-the-fact when they’re free to rationalize their sexual curiosity.)
Reader Mazinger, like most people with a functioning sanity gland, recoils in horror from the cultural pestilence of demon mom, and wonders while in the grip of his fright how he can protect his daughter from the shambling slutwalkers when she reaches her teenage years.
This is actually a quite important topic. As a father of a baby girl I’m really not looking forward to her teenage years. How do I shelter her from this society where sluttiness is considered a virtue and where filthy degrading sex is just a click away? Even if I do a good job how do I protect her from getting her mind polluted by schoolmates or leftoid teachers? I could always be ultra strict but from experience I think that if you push too hard you get the opposite reaction. If redpilled guys have parenting tips, actual stories or any advice, I’d be grateful. FYI I’m European and non religious so I don’t want to rely on religion.
I can’t speak from experience, but I can give you advice based on what I observe happening around me and on what I know about human nature, and particularly female nature.
First, if you have a daughter on the cusp of nubility, skip the birds and the bees talk. Tell her about The Wall, instead. You’ve got to hit her with the realtalk, and hit her where it matters: her precocious id. (It’s like those anti-smoking PSAs that scare teens off smoking by warning how badly they’ll be ostracized by their peers if they pick up the habit. That strategy works much better than showing photos of diseased lungs.)
Second, if your future teen daughter does get involved with the wrong crowd, or falls under the spell of a badboy, you had best be ready to drop some tight Patriarch Game on her. Tease her like you would any woman trying to play the “let’s dad and him fight” angle (which is what daughters dating badboys essentially distills to), and belittle the badboy of her dreams. You have to think in the mindset less of an overbearing Dad and more of an AMOG tooling the chump who thinks he has a shot with your daughter.
Third, you have to GUIDE your daughter to the Light. You can’t just lay down a list of prohibitions and leave it at that. The power of dissuasion must be paired with the power of persuasion. Read this, and think about how you want to tell her all the ways she can grow to be a good woman to a man, and how keeping her end of the bargain will help her find love with a man she can happily love back. Girls becoming women LOVE LOVE LOVE to have expectations set for them, and to have to work to EARN a man’s, and a father’s, approval.
Fourth, if the above countermeasures fail to steer your future teen daughter away from slut pride, nuke the princess from orbit. Strike a little fear in your darling child’s heart with this very special message given to her on, say, her 16th birthday.
Shielding your daughter from Western cultural degeneracy and slut glorification is similar to preventing her from mudsharking. Encourage her to physical, mental, and social excellence. Trash your TV. Don’t berate her when she falls short of feminine ideals, but don’t make excuses for her failures either. Calmly and forcefully tell her when she is going astray, and how she can get back on the path of goodness. Take pains to explain in clear, stark language how the poz infects everything her friends watch and read for entertainment. Instill a positive racial awareness in her which will serve as the foundation for the development of her individual identity during those formative teen years. Don’t be her “best friend”, but don’t build unnatural barriers between you and her either. You are a loving father, not a dispassionate bureaucrat charged with overseeing her life trajectory.
Most importantly, you have power over the shape of her milieu. You control the environment in which she meets her friends, her teachers, and her romantic interests. If, for instance, you discover that her teachers are leftoids tasked with indoctrinating her to the deviant zeitgeist, storm the school citadel and thunder your displeasure until the walls shake. If that doesn’t change their attitude, pull her out and move to a less diseased school district (getting harder to find, indubitably) that conforms more closely to your values.
That’s all I have for now. Your job as a father trying to keep his daughter off the pole is hard, and getting harder, because your nation’s elite have it out for you. (ps Trump2016) This nation isn’t yours anymore, and you can feel it in your bones. (East Europeans excluded.) But when it seems hopeless and the darkness encroaches, remember that you do have like-minded allies, here and there, scattered about, and doing what they can to beat back the night that seems it will never end.
Final thought: Yes, your daughter will push back against your rules and demands, and you will be tempted to appease her for fear of losing her love, but if you stay the course and do it without bitterness she’ll eventually come around and rediscover her faith in you. How do I know? Well, girlfriends do the same thing. And they always come back to respecting strength, never weakness.
Jonathan Haidt wrote about disgust occupying a dimension of human morality. He found, (unsurprisingly if you’ve trawled the internet for five minutes), that leftoids have a higher disgust threshold than non-leftoids. (That is, they can more happily tolerate disgusting things in their lives.)
I bring this up because a world in which disgust is abandoned as a moral consideration starts quickly filling up with people like the demon mom this post will introduce to you. A society recklessly surrendering even the pretense of monitoring culture health for signs of encroaching trends that elicit the disgust reflex is a society that will in short order be overrun by disgusting people and the disgusting things they do.
Every year, I give presentations about my health classes to the parents of my students. And inevitably, every year, someone will express relief at the idea that I’ll be talking to their kids about sex so that they’ll be spared the awkwardness of doing so themselves.
Numbnuts Class Hivemind Indoctrination incoming!
This reminds me: leftoids always attack. They never relent in their desire to strip the good from the world and replace it with their island of misfit degenerates. The only effective counterattack is to not play the game by their rules. Go on the attack and put THEM in the defensive crouch. Abide YOUR frame, not theirs.
At this point, I almost expect that. After all, for a lot of people, talking about sex with their kids is awkward. As my friend May said of having such conversations with her three- and eight-year-olds, “Their dad and I are nervous about it in general, so I know we’re putting it off.”
You know, there’s a good reason Nature designed it so that talking about sex with your three-year-old feels awkward: because it IS awkward and you shouldn’t be doing it.
Plus, a lot of parents didn’t talk about sex with adults when they were growing up, and so don’t have a model of how to do so.
Amazing the human race managed to survive this long without sex-ed classes for toddlers.
But talking openly to your kids is one of the best ways to raise them with a positive view of sexuality
When a shitlib feminist uses the word “positive” with regards to sex, she means “as often as humanly possible, with a black man, involving depraved acts and rectally-inserted objects, but only after verbal consent is established incrementally on the minute, every minute.”
– and to challenge the conventional and damaging messages so many are getting on the subject.
Like how not to spend the day with a vibrating buttplug slipping dangerously close to irretrievability?
For example, do you want your kids to have accurate information about how their bodies work and to feel good in their skin?
Buffalo Bill here reminding you that it’s possible to feel good in another person’s skin.
Whatever your wishes, having a sense of them will go a long way in helping your children navigate these waters in a manner that feels true to your family.
Yet separating sex from reproduction can be hard to do. That’s because then you need to talk about desire, and pleasure, and as I did recently with my nine-year-old,
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things like oral sex. (“Eeeew,” she groaned after I gave a basic description, “That is so gross. What if someone didn’t wipe!?”)
Smart kid. Dumb parent. Mix the two: child abuse.
But kids find a lot of things kind of gross and aren’t traumatized.
Like steaming dog shit. So the answer is to shove buckets of steaming dog shit in kids’ faces, naturally.
And explaining that many people have sex not to have babies, but because it feels nice and can forge intimacy and connection, isn’t actually all that hard to say.
Grooming your White child for that sweet, sweet 0.7 below-replacement fertility rate.
2. Start Conversations About Consent Early
Feminist cunt mom is about to unload some Holy Matriarchy injunctions on her kid.
When addressing consent with young kids,you can teach them that they need to get permission to touch others by asking peers and siblings things like “Can I hug you?” or “Can I hold your hand?”
Or, “How to turn your emotionally healthy child into a creepy, psychologically unstable, socially clumsy spergatron.”
Children should also have their physical boundaries respected by adults.
But not their psychological boundaries.
Adults often think it is perfectly fine to continue to tickle or wrestle a child who is asking them to stop. But it isn’t – and it teaches kids that they don’t really have control over their bodies.
This psychobitch sounds like a lot of fun to be around.
Kids should also be allowed to change their minds. They shouldn’t, for instance, be taught that keeping a promise is always the most moral thing to do.
Shitlibs train their sprog early in the art of traitorous status whoring.
With older kids, explain that consent for sex can be withdrawn at any time. […] Plus, kids and teens should know that you can stop a sexual interaction at any time, even if both people are naked and fooling around. Even in the middle of a sex act.
Nothing says “this is completely natural and loving” like teaching your daughter to demand consent after every thrust into her vagina, and your son to be ready to stop right up to, and including, the point of imminent ejaculation. Just another feminist whackjob demonstrating a clear lack of understanding and empathy for physical and emotional differences between the sexes (and between children and adults).
It also has to be clear that consent shouldn’t be wheedled or coerced, and that there are circumstances under which consent cannot freely be given – like if you’re asleep, passed out, incapacitated by drugs or alcohol, or under age.
And consent can’t be freely acknowledged when drunk, either. Game set match, feminist shrike.
it’s understood that teens who want to drive, or take calculus, or play violin should be given the space to learn how to do so before we expect any mastery of the subject.
But when it comes to sex, we deny children the ability to develop their skills, and then blame them when things don’t go well.
Feminist brainwashing agent thinks sex is like calculus, even though field mice manage it without a propaganda blitz instructing them in the act.
And while there are ways for kids to practice sex, many teens are forced to do so in secret. This can be the result of parents’ rules. But it also happens because things like looking at porn or sexting are illegal for minors.
And while such laws are ostensibly designed to protect children, particularly when it comes to sexting, they can do more harm than good.
“ostensibly”. This is what a disgust threshold set to infinity looks like.
For a lot of American parents, the idea of allowing a teen to have a sleepover with a boyfriend or girlfriend, let alone with a casual hook up, seems either like excessive permissiveness, or actual negligence or harm.
For a lot of American parents, insane feminist nonsense hasn’t yet polluted their ability to think clearly.
I know that was something my parents worried about when the issue came up for me as a teen. Ultimately, they let me stay over at my boyfriend’s, but they also made it clear that they were only doing so because they wanted to know where I was.
Her feeble parents wanted to be sure she was slutting it up at a known address instead of behind the 7-11.
We all knew that they were pretty unhappy with the whole situation, and as a result, my return home the mornings after a sleepover were uncomfortable for everyone.
😆 😆 Fucking skank did the walk of shame back to her parents’ house! Why wait until college to experience that shame from peers? She got an early start on her career in whole hog sluttery. Later, in college, shaming glances would bounce right off her.
But in reality, permitting sleepovers with a partner can be one of the healthiest ways to keep teens safe since they are getting to learn about having sex in the security of their own homes
Dads love it when their daughters learn about having sex under their roofs. As long as it’s safe and secure, her orgasmic moans traveling up to Dad’s bedroom can only be the sound of a father raising his daughter right.
Sexuality is not an amorphous entity that lives separately from our children and which we need to protect them from unilaterally. Rather, it’s a part of who they are and something they’ll benefit from nurturing and developing.
Sexuality doesn’t need nurturing and developing. It pretty much happens on its own. But what fun is that when you can be in the running for demon mom of the year and encourage your daughter to take a cock up her ass while dad tries to drown out the sex noises with the Beats headphones you bought him for Kwanzaa?
But many of us live in environments where any openness about kids and sex is seen as potentially harmful. And as a result, the attempt to raise sexually healthy kids can seem like an uphill battle.
Maybe that’s nature’s way of telling you not to do it, you dumb bitch.
But even if you were raised in a household where the topic was utterly taboo, it’s never too late to send more positive messages about sex to your own kids – even if doing so seem a bit unnatural at the start.
The “winner” of the 2015 Punchable Shitlib Face Tournament will be the peabody puffboy who emerges victorious from the Championship Bout between Dylan Matthews and Pajamaboy (née Ethan (((Krupp)))).
Matthews handily dispatched McKay Coppins in the preliminary finals bout, as voters felt he had the face more likely to inspire a fusillade of knuckle sandwiches. On to the match!
Ladies and gentlemen…. in the far left corner…. Dyyyyyyyyyyylan Maaaaaaaattheeeeeeeeeewwwws.
And in the far, far left corner…. Paaaaaaaaaaaaajamabooooooooooooooy!
Matthews “leans in” to take a hit from a blood and soil patriot….
Pajamaboy offers both cheeks for back-handed slaps from feminists who secretly despise his male genus….
Matthews taunts the crowd, asking them if they have the stones to wipe the smug off his face…
Pajamaboy raises the stakes, sticking a pinky out form his mug of cocoa and wagging it at the balled fists of a phalanx of shitlord spectators…
Matthews does that Morpheus “bring it” hand as he brags about his high verbal IQ and miserable math skills….
Pajamaboy announces he’s “strapped on” and ready to “Lamaze the poz”…
Mother Nature, in Her infinite and glorious wisdom, has not only provided for the defense of White women against mating out of the White race, She has additionally provided a back-up defense for those White women who mistakenly defy their hindbrain instincts to conceive with a Swarth. (h/t don)
Prematurity and Low Birth Weight as Potential Mediators of Higher Stillbirth Risk in Mixed Black/White Race Couples […]
Mixed race black and white couples face higher odds of prematurity and low birth weight, which appear to contribute to the substantially higher demonstrated risk for stillbirth. There are likely additional unmeasured factors that influence birth outcomes for mixed race couples.
It’s almost as if Nature knows something that shitlibs don’t. Fancy that!
Nature is sending us a message that no one tits-deep in the Equalist Narrative wants to hear: There are deeply instinctive, natural biomechanical processes bequeathed by Our Lord Above (and probably Below) to humanity that encourages discrimination against out-race mating (conception) and, should that barrier fail, against out-race live birth (replication). Nature is LITERALLY expelling stillborn mulattoes and quadroons from the womb chutes of White women.
Now that you know this ugliest of truths, ask yourselves, “Why are certain inimical (((groups))) pushing the White-Black miscegenation propaganda so hard?” The answer to that question rivals the ugliness of the question’s premise.
Low birth weight and stillborn risk were both found to go BB -> BW -> WW. This doesn’t necessarily suggest hybrid enfeeblement but it does suggest that “hybrid vigor” is bullshit (at least on these metrics). It shows that when it comes to characteristics that blacks are at higher risk of than whites are, mixed people fall in between blacks and whites. Stillbirth risk for mixed couples was found to be closer to the BB average than the WW average, but for premies/low birthweight mixed was closer to WW than to BB. In both cases, mixed falls in between BB and WW. The moral of the story is still the same–whites mixing with blacks is bad for whites. But it’s good or at least neutral for blacks, so it’s celebrated.
He’s right. Of course, it still means that White women who mudshark assume a higher risk of delivering premies/stillborns than they would have if they stuck to their own race. And they should be made aware of these risks by family, friends, and doctors. In so many colorful words. Heh.
I have a confession. This post was a sadistic troll of the usual cuckspects. The title, and the gusto with which the study findings were, ahem, flexibly presented, were deliberately provocative. As long as CH isn’t on anyone’s payroll, this blog is allowed the occasional prankster indulgence. I’m such a steenker!
Attachment Styles of Women-Younger Partners in Age-Gap Relationships.
Women have evolved to seek an older mate, however, research has shown negative opinions toward these relationships if the age-gap is significant. The most popular opinion is that women who date men that are 10 years or more their senior have an unhealthy relationship with their father. We investigated women-younger partners in age-gapped heterosexual romantic relationships to see if they differ in attachment styles when compared with women in similar-age relationships. We predicted that women in age-gap relationships will be predominantly securely attached, because it is evolutionary beneficial for women to seek older mates, and that there will be no significant difference in attachment styles between women in age-gap versus similar-age relationships. The common belief that the women who choose much older partners because of having “daddy issues” was unfounded in this study. There was no significant difference in attachment styles between the 2 groups, and 74% of the women in age-gap relationships were securely attached. Results are consistent with the limited literature on age-gap relationships regarding attachment style and relationship satisfaction. This study adds to the growing body of literature on attachment style and offers insight into the less-explored age-gap relationship dynamic.
There’s nothing psychologically unhealthy about an older man seeking a much younger woman or a younger woman loving a much older man. “Daddy issues” is just the butthurt bleat of envious beta males and bitterbitch aging females desperately trying to pathologize a natural expression of love and passion-inducing sexual polarity.
This is yet more laboratory proof from the whitecoats affirming the field observations of the common man; in this case, that women place less emphasis on men’s physical attributes than men do on women’s physical attributes, and more emphasis on other attractive male traits like personality, social status, resources, dominance, self-possession, confidence, and maturity.
So men, go ahead and fall in love with that barely legal beauty. You have less to worry about her motivations than you do about the jealousy and resentment you’ll provoke in everyone else who can’t stand to see you happy.
The 2015 Punchable Shitlib Face Tournament semifinals are over, and Dylan Matthews soundly defeated Matty Yglesias in Bout 1, while Pajamaboy BARELY eked out a win over Lindsey “GayPedoFace” Graham.
McKay Coppins waits in the wings for his chance at taking more punches to the face than Dylan Gaytthews.
Finals, Preliminary Bout: Dylan Matthews vs McKay Coppins
What’s he looking at so suspiciously? Ah yes, the black man approaching him from a quarter mile away.
Fivehead, four eyes, three chins, two T cells, one punchable shitlib.
The winner of this preliminary finals bout will advance to the championship slumber party pillow fight with none other than Pajamaboy! I can’t wait, how about you?
Why do women, particularly White women, have an instinctual racial bias against dating outside their race? Common sense tells us that a woman thinks with her hindbrain when choosing a mate, and one subconscious calculation she runs is how much her potential children with any man will resemble her. People, believe it or not, prefer to bear and raise children who look similar to themselves.
Now a study has uncovered that there is a biological basis for women’s racial bias against miscegenation. (h/t Dick Whitman)
Although a considerable body of research explores alterations in women’s mating-relevant preferences across the menstrual cycle, investigators have yet to examine the potential for the menstrual cycle to influence intergroup attitudes. We examined the effects of changes in conception risk across the menstrual cycle on intergroup bias and found that increased conception risk was positively associated with several measures of race bias. This association was particularly strong when perceived vulnerability to sexual coercion was high. Our findings highlight the potential for hypotheses informed by an evolutionary perspective to generate new knowledge about current social problems—an avenue that may lead to new predictions in the study of intergroup relations.
When women are at their most fertile, they are especially racist against outgroup men. Ovulation means Othering. (Would love to see this study controlled for race of woman, too. I bet ovulating White women are the most racist.)
It’s almost as if Nature doesn’t much care for the supposed benefits of “hybrid vigor” and prefers that kind mates with kind.
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Wrong Side of History writes,
Wonder how much of a role birth control has played in the rise of mudsharking?
Good question! I bet it has played a role. Birth control coupled with relentless antiWhite cultural propaganda are possibly responsible for a YUUGE part of that 28% rise in interracial perversions. BC shuts down women’s ovulation, perhaps robbing them of their innate ability to discriminate in favor of men from their own race.
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betamaxx oh-so-innocently asks,
But its not bad if she’s been with 20 white guys?
False premise. (For those new to the logic fallacy universe of devious haters/trolls, the false premise fallacy is often deployed by feminists and dindus, as these two groups seem to be the most certain that their shucking and jiving will go unnoticed by their betters.)
No one claimed it’s great if a White woman has slept with 20 White MEN, but there are levels of badness. The proper question to ask is whether 20 White cocks is not as bad, as bad, or worse than 1 black cock.
Commenter -A answers betamaxx,
Never has one been so transparent with their handle. No, when one must choose between twenty White men and nineteen White men and one nagger (or worse) it will always be the former that wins out. Chances are, if she is worth the arousal, those twenty men were not immediately consecutive and were at least bordering alpha. If she is not hot, who cares? Her only choice is mudbirthing anyway.
This is actually the basis for a life-affirming thought experiment.
How many White cock carousels can a White woman ride before it taints her as badly as riding one black cock?
Personally, if I found out a girl I was dating had JUST ONCE burned the coal, I would write her off as an investment vehicle for long-term love. (I would continue to plow her until the bloom fell off her rose, which you could say is a sort of karmic payback for her race denial treachery.) The risk-reward equation would be skewed uncomfortably toward the risk side. White women who ‘shark invariably have personality tics and temperaments that make them ill-suited to be loyal lovers and, if it’s your thing, doting mothers.
The equivalent number in White cocks sufficient to turn me off to her as an LTR prospect would reside somewhere in the 10-15 range. Which is to say, black cock is a White vagina pollutant 10-15 times more corrosive than White cock.
We’re back for the 2015 punchable shitlib face semifinals!
Bout 1: Matty “Yce Yce Baby” Yglesias vs Dylan “I’m hiding a buttplug” Matthews
Don’t be surprised if your hand reflexively curls into a fist looking at Yglesias. And multiple viewings which could conceivably inure you to his smug doughboy plushness don’t seem to lessen the urge (more like amplifies it).
Keep in mind, president buttsecks and his staff thought this milquetoast clad in jammies sipping from a hot mug of cocoa was a good representative to sell their healthcare boondoggle.
“Phew, do you smell that?! Oh, teehee, it was me!” Peter Pan, meet yourself in fifty years.
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Stop the lugenpresses! We have a last-minute punchable shitlib face addition to the cards! He’s a former heavyweight champion of punchability, and a million Buzzfeed fans demanded his inclusion, so the winner of the Yglesias vs Matthews match will advance to a bonus bout against
McKay Coppins.
my hand… curling into a fist……. cannot stop it…….. cannot……. *SWING*……. *CRACK*……….ahhhhhhhhhh
McKay Coppins, for those who really must know the bios of our nation’s listicle artisans, is an ur-shitlib who lies for Buzzfeed. His mug is making the rounds because he was at a recent Trump rally and claimed to have overheard someone yell “Light the motherfucker on fire!” to a protestor; “someone” likely meaning him, a left wing plant. Look at that doughy concave croissant Coppins sports for a face. It’s easy to picture him screeching “light the motherfucker on fire” in a faggy tone with a barely-concealed smirk as he thinks of all the good copy this will generate for his online bathhouse.
Commenter shartiste explains why ¡Jabe!, and by extension the entire GOP establishment, deserve all the shivs they get.
Jeb is so beta that you want to feel bad for him, but then you realize he wants your grandchildren to be brown, your cousins to die in the Middle East, your sweat to pay global profiteers, and your wife to be in charge of you.
He deserves every bit of shame and embarrassment he feels and its still not enough. Trump is not just alpha, he is doing God’s work by destroying cucks like Jeb.
I like Trump as much for who he is and for what he says, as for how much he pisses off all the right cucks.
