I chanced upon a picture of Kim Kardashian's cellulite and thought about the cheapness of women, like a watch with gold paint. There's thinly gilded surface that hides the appearance of... theft. Like tungsten in a hollowed-out gold bar, there's just a cold, worthless core inside of women. Even the "nice girls" have something deeply wrong with them.

Years ago I listened to hundreds of Freedomain Radio Podcasts. I thought that spanking was immoral, but a certain level of suffering and physical consequence puts the fear of pain into bad behavior. And women are spoiled in this way - they don't get the full harshness of their consequences heaped upon them. It is rare that women are killed violently, of all the violent deaths, men are the primary victims. Fucking with violent men has very different consequences if your a man vs a woman, and so there is a selection pressure for a certain kind of breeding... like the mink who cannot ovulate unless she is violently pinned down and clawed by the male. Women are spoiled to the point of having unrealistic expectations (e.g. phobia-level fears, a sense of invulnerability, or entitlement).

But what is realistic to an attractive woman (or any woman) is different than what is realistic for a hideous woman or man... even the hideous woman is sheltered to some degree.

It is no wonder that attractive women tend toward Eastern religions and mysticism. Magic appeals to the mind of a child who does not have the inclination to deal with consequences. Unless the consequences involve squishing your boobs together and pouting your lips in order to get free money (as if it were magic), cause and effect don't matter to your average woman. Their magical hamster thinking is inversely proportional to how harsh they've been beaten by reality. A man who has faced truth and consequences must live by his wits and is deeply concerned with the science of it all. Logic develops as a consequence of harsh consequences... when you must think carefully before you act because you've been hurt before, then, and only then, does reason impose its values.

If there was no pain, then there would be no pause. And men are told not to avoid pain, but to persevere.

A physicist working on an equation that takes a month to finish, with many false-starts and dead-ends who perseveres becomes more acutely attuned to the inner workings of nature, and may see a cause and effect that no one has ever seen before. The universe has opened itself up to them alone in that instant, but only after great perseverance. The time spent discovering deeper truths is time away from hedonistic gratification.

Women are used-up hedonists.

This is the wall; they spend their lives being pampered in subtle and overt ways, getting a taste for it... until it is like the air they breathe. They've become so accustomed to being sheltered from the harshness of reality that any diminishment of their privilege is felt with such sensitivity that it is like being cut off from their air supply. Their narcissistic air supply.

They're still privileged when they get old and ugly, but only less than they were when they were young and beautiful. An old woman is still venerated for having achieved nothing. An old man is only venerated if he has something to show for himself. What's more - he's expected to be humble.

Women would need to feel the full and immediate consequences of their actions to be cured of their childish thinking. The small semblance of maturity that they achieve only comes after the wall, and by then they are far behind men. What's more, the brain stops developing in a substantial way after 25 years of age, so the woman will always be influenced by her girlish indulgences of her youth. A man who has suffered through to the age of 25 and survives is hardened and ready to face an uncaring universe where he must work to survive. Nothing is given to him and he creates his privilege with blood, sweat, and toil.

And there on a beach is the setting sun of Kim Kardashian's ass, saggy and pocked with cellulite; a life wasted and lived to the detriment of others (or, perhaps, and hopefully, as a warning to those willing to learn). Her wealth and influence spent in a vapid down-going (decadence), with nothing to show for it. Soon she will be too old to matter. Any potential for the improvement of mankind from her will be like the fading cum-stains of her sex tape - a temporary fantasy which blows away like jizz in the wind.

She will live on (alongside photos of her youth), but she will see her value diminished greatly. She is already anxious about the photos of her sagging ass, trying to distance herself from them. It is like watching your own death, I imagine; the march of time which she is powerless to stop, pulling her ass slowly into the grave.

The inevitability of death becomes a haunting specter from her 36th year until she finally dies many decades later (assuming a natural death). Everyone who looks are her fading beauty will be subconsciously reminded of their own inevitable deaths, and so, she will become increasingly avoided and irrelevant.

Without the capacity for new life, her diminished fertility, will make her superfluous. Her redundancy will make her like countless others... worth much less.

It is a powerful lesson to us all about the value of life, and the power of nature. No woman retains her value, and her wisdom is cheapened by her lack of consequence. I think it would be far more humane if nature allowed a higher proportion of women to die in childbirth and more frequently, especially as the women became older and weaker, and less resilient and able to recover from the demands of childbirth. The natural order of things has been overturned by male ingenuity and medical science (our damned focus on cause and effect). But old women can nag and be eaten by cats in their 70s now, while voting on what productive members of society should do and spend their resources on... There are many valuable lessons in this state of affairs.

We are actually very lucky, we MGTOW, to be living in such interesting times. Without the modern woman as she is, and her increased life expectancy, and slow-motion decay into death, we might still mistakenly think they were worth the effort, worth marrying ourselves to (like a well worn hinge or chain against a piece of metal). We would have striven to mold ourselves to them. These lessons are ripe for their moment of understanding in our world-historic season. An infinitely reproducible image of an aging whore's shame is there for anyone to view. And her shit-hole is a reminder of the greater shit-hole which is woman and her perpetual infantilization. We are so lucky, my brothers. And we have such strange luck, as it seems. I'd like to thank "the wall" for helping have a greater appreciation of my masculinity. I would never want to be a woman like Kim Kardashian.

God damnit, life is good.