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Starting out, Capitalist Lion Tamer posts a tribute to the dark, sharp and hilarious dialogue in the video game Portal:

It needs no qualifications. The dialogue is incredible, shot full of dark humor and unexpected twists. You can read the entire game script here, which includes a beautiful ASCII drawing of a cake.

Portal is one of my favorites for this reason. Here’s the huh-larious ending song from the game, poached from CLT’s post:

Trumwill states the reason why nobody wants to date fat people:

No, the main reason that we are averse to dating fat people is that we do not find it aesthetically pleasing. I am coming out and admitting it. A lot of people won’t. They will try to turn it into a health issue or a discipline issue or a moral issue and everything they can to avoid admitting to being that superficial. And though I don’t think the health aspect of it is entirely a ruse (many such people won’t date smokers, either), I think that if it’s true that they would not date someone with a thyroid problem that they can’t seriously attribute it to health, discipline, or morality. Rather, we attribute it to those things so that we can feel better about ourselves. I don’t think that everybody is necessarily lying, unless we count self-deception.

Check and mate.

Also from Hit Coffee, Trumwill’s recipe for Teeny Tiny Breakfast Burritos and how it compares with McDonald’s burritos:

You can imagine my shock when I calculated up the calories and fat grams and discovered that my TTBB’s are worse than McDonald’s. Holy cow, I wondered, if I’m using lower-badstuffs and higher-goodstuffs ingredients and I am worse than McDonald’s, what in the world are they using?! Where do they get their low-calorie, low-fat sausage and eggs?! Do they have some sort of Superfarm? They should totally advertise that!

I can smell the deliciousness – and coronary disease – all the way out here in New Troy.

Kamal S. reminds us of the dangers of idolizing ideology:

Ideologies are contingent and limited, conservative, liberal, libertarian, leftist, rightist, capitalist, socialist, each of these is a plucked over corpse of ideas, their gleaming white bones reflecting the sunlight ever so pretty. Linger there too long and you may find your bones littering the desert of human ideas.

Something to keep in mind.

11minutes analyzes one of Charles Bukowski’s novels:

The thing about Bukowski is that he is obsessed with telling the truth. He tries to be honest to himself, to the reader and to the women he is with. And in that light, all of the above makes sense.

Women are used to men lying their asses of to get a piece of theirs. And they hate it for many reasons. The biggest one of them being that sneaky attempts to score are a sign of low social status.

Want to play this game? You gotta be ballsy enough to be honest.

Cless Alvein, the token leftist of the Roissysphere, has thoughts on white dudes seeking love abroad:

Misconception #4: WMGAW [White Men Going Another Way - ed.] “can’t get white women”.

There’s a bit of truth in this. For one thing, foreign women have no interest in American notions of social status, whereby having chased an oblong ball in high school makes one sexy, but having an interest in computers makes one asexual. They don’t respond as strongly  to the crass gimmicks (”game”) that work on American yuppies. Finally, for an upper-middle-class Polish or Korean woman to be seen with a “bad boy” below her level of intelligence and couth is just not socially acceptable. So foreign womens’ tastes in men are indeed more (for lack of a better word) cultured than those of American white women.

We, the cultured and intelligent “beta” males, can certainly “get white women”. It’s not exactly hard! On the other hand, we don’t want most of the available ones when we realize how much better we can do by expanding our pool to include other races and nationalities.

Cless is on good footing. Now if we can cure him of his SWPL sensibilities…

Sgt. Raymond, the host of Bulletproof Pimp, posts on the Annie Le case and sexual starvation:

Sexual poverty leads to violence. If a man steals food, it’s reasonable to conclude that he’s hungry. If a man steals drugs, he may very well be trying to feed an addiction. And if a man rapes a woman, it is probably due to a lack of sex (i.e., sexual poverty).

When you create sexual losers, you run the risk of creating monsters.

Default User writes on the differences between extroverts and introverts. From the second part:

We all need a certain level of total stimulation to be comfortable, too much and we are stressed but too little will leave us bored and restless. Because introverts have more internal dialog the base level of “noise” in their brain is higher. It takes less external stimulation to bring the total level of stimulation to a comfortable level. It is for this reason that extraverts need more external stimulation (their brains are relatively quiet).

That explains all the voices in my head.

Chuck posts on the link between fear and arousal in women:

In short, the response to a socially-dominant male resonates from the same hormonal epicenter and is similar in nature in both genders. The difference is that we call one fear and one attraction, depending on the gender. The chest thud mentioned above often occurs along with a gulp or a swallow. One of the tell-tale signs of a female’s attraction to a man is “the gulp”. It’s a subconcious reaction to the presence of power, and we men do it too – it’s a submission reflex. Women are most attracted to men they fear. This fear isn’t the fear felt of serial killers or rapists; it’s the fear of exposure and submission. The amygdala helps explain the attraction to bad boys and high testosterone men as well. The aroma of social domination they exude arouses the amygdala and quickly makes its way down the spine, emptying its neural load in the vagina.

I can smell your fear, honey. It smells like…pussy juice.

Roissy spells out the range of game’s effectiveness:

As game, or in weightier parlance, psychosocial dominance, sits at the pinnacle of male character traits that women find attractive, a man will get more bang for his social investment buck by learning game than he would by working hard at improving himself on more conventional metrics such as career advancement, wealth generation, educational attainment, or material acquisition. He should do all those things to the best of his ability, of course, but if he could only choose one path to pussy, I would counsel him to learn the science of seduction. A grad school degree requires an additional 6-7 years of commitment after high school plus crushing debt; career advancement requires years of kissing ass and working late; wealth generation requires a lifetime of prudent financial management; material acquisitions require hard-earned money and their effectiveness at attracting and keeping pussy is questionable.

Doubters and haters, hit that link before you continue to spew your nonsense on this blog or any other.

Aoefe offers an admirable articulation of the Roissysphere’s benefits for women:

All the information I take in I want to apply to my life in a useful way. If I’m being too picky because I’m older than the optimal age I’ll have to face a life of singleness because I can’t (it’s not even won’t) compromise. I refuse to fit into any stereotype and will not go the way of the cougar – it repulses me. I’m a very sexual woman who will not slut around and that leaves me with an empty bed and I live with that. I will behave like a quality woman because frankly I’m a quality woman. Roissy’s men believe in a quality woman I can see that. There is some confusion perhaps in regards to the Madonna/whore complex but I see it as minimal.

A very good read.

Talleyrand posts on the proper way to put a woman on the pedestal:

When you are interacting with any other woman, whoever your are with, compare that woman to your ideal.  Measure every attribute.  Notice every flaw, notice how they fall short of your ideal.  How inferior they are to the perfect woman.

As far as I’m concerned, the only truly perfect women are six feet under.

Marquis admonishes Facebook stalkers, male and female:

To the men: if you are a stalker, do not ever read my blog again. You lack the essential requirements to be a man, to be dubbed part of our gender, and your status has been f’ing revoked. You want to “out” someone, do it to their face instead of hiding behind the keyboard or worse yet resenting them for something they don’t even know that you know.

All those who stalk with Facebook should be dragged out into the street and shot. Repeatedly. In the face.

Assanova offers some pointers on direct game:

Now some of you might be wondering what it means to come at women with absolute conviction and authority. What it means is to tell women what you want, give directions instead of asking for permission or the green light, don’t let them see you as a joke (smiley boys), don’t let anyone tool you, and to reflect all of this in your body language; leaving all self doubt behind. You have to go about this as if you KNOW that there is no chance in hell that anyone is going to defy you; adding just a hint of “fear” as if anyone defies you or gets in your way, there will be consequences.

Every woman respects a man with sack.

The unstoppable Whiskey writes on the redefinition of marriage in the modern world:

Ultimately, this will play out on an ever declining quality, productivity, and ability of the American workforce. “Boltons” do not go the extra mile for a system that produces frustration and rage. The ability to extract tax resources from this Middle class will collapse as its productivity and earnings collapse. The “New Girl Order” is not economically sustainable, and a lost decade, characterized by continual economic decline and political infighting over Male and Female Middle Class objectives, either removing or protecting the world of “Ashley Madison” the rule of the day. Women can of course block any move to fix restrictions on the “Ashley Madison” world, either culturally or politically or both. But Middle Class women cannot force the “Boltons” to work extra hard. Casual theft, shirking, slacking, a desire even at the extremes to loot or burn down the company as seen in “Office Space” is far more likely. Men without any reason to provide, generally do the minimum possible. The hidden cost of the “Ashley Madison” world is a slide to say, Romanian work ethic and workforce skill levels.

Whiskey is, in my opinion, the most important blogger in the Roissysphere aside from Roissy himself. If you’re not reading him, you’re in the dark.

Guy White posts on the reality of lesbianism:

Men claim they like lesbians, but they don’t. They just like polygamy. You want multiple straight girls.

Click for pictures!

OneSTDV lays a beatdown on social conservatives and traditionalists who oppose game:

Auster and his ilk are all too comfortable in their compliant role as the female’s carnal mate. See Auster’s almost unbearable description of the female below. The social cons and their creed of “just be yourself and you’ll find a nice girl” believe this to be true because they’re afraid of the reprucussions of confronting the female status quo.

Also see Obsidian’s brilliant essay on the subject.

Welmer has some choice words for greedy waitresses:

I’m getting to that point with waitresses. I am quite frankly sick of their entitled, bitchy attitudes. I don’t care if they serve me a sandwich underneath a couple of pushed-up, scented breasts; I don’t go to restaurants to masturbate, after all. Give me a professional, deft man who handles the table with skill and reserve and I’ll be all too happy to pay him what he deserves. But after reading Ms. Raskin’s bitchy, greedy little screed, I’ve vowed that the next slut who tries to squeeze some extra cash out of me by shoving her tits into the center of my visual field gets 10% and no more.

That’s part of why I prefer restaurants that don’t have waitstaff. (That, and I hate waiting for food.)

Tal Sutsa reports in the eXiled on the increasing anarchy in inner-city Memphis:

The reality is that, like in Afghanistan and Iraq, no one has a monopoly on violence in Memphis. Cops won’t respond to calls in the area because they’re usually setups, where someone is waiting behind a building or on a rooftop to pop a couple of shots at whoever shows up in blue. Not that anyone would want the cops to come anyway. At night, GD’s with AK47’s and baseball bats wrapped in barb wire patrol the streets making sure nobody breaks into anything or nobody tries selling drugs or sex that isn’t supposed to be. You can sure as hell can trust the GD more than the cops. You never know if a cop is going to turn out to be crooked or not.

The end is coming, and it’s not going to be pretty.

Vox Day elucidates the reasons why published writers hate reading the work of wannabes:

Second, after two spells on the Nebula novel jury, a year participating in the Critters Workshop, and six months working as the de facto gatekeeper for a fantasy publisher, I never, ever, want to read any new writer’s unpublished fiction ever again. Still less do I feel like arguing with a writer over why my opinion of his writing, which he sought out in the first place, is wrong. If you think much of the fiction that is published today is pretty awful, you’re correct. It is nevertheless markedly superior to the stuff that is being rejected. I don’t care if you think your first scribblings are brilliant or not, the probabilities dictate otherwise and I’m quite willing to swap the chance to be the first to recognize an unpublished masterpiece for the privilege of not having to read three dozen attempted crimes against the reading public.

So, so correct.

Finally, PUBLIUS of the Shotgun talks about the cult growing around Canadian MP (and son of a former Prime Minister) Justin Trudeau:

The Cult of Justin is something out of a Third World country, or Massachusetts. The Divine Right of political inheritance. The priest need only rise and say: “I proclaim thee, Justin son of Pierre, to be the rightful Prime Minister of Canada. Away foul usurpers Iggy and Stephen.” He’s still youngish – by political standards – so he needs to climb the un-greased pole slowly. Let the old men exhaust themselves. It will only make his ascension all the more glorious. For now he bides his time, preparing for the future. Delivering platitudes to school girls who swoon, so that one day he may deliver platitudes to the nation, and watch the MSM swoon.

Swarms of women getting wet between the legs for a handsome, articulate, minority politician who has accomplished little to nothing in his career – now where have we heard THAT before? And here I thought the land of my ancestors was still semi-sane. Who wants to bet that Pierre’s loin-fruit will become PM sometime in the next twenty years?