What the hell is MGTOW? Part 1 the argument and the bullshit

Men going their own way. Everything is in the name and yet face value what the hell does that name mean?

MGTOW for the few not in the know is a movement about it’s about men being unsatisfied with the current generation of the west in it’s treatment of men in law and society. There is a conflict between men being treated like shit and females having a superior role in some aspects over males.

Their right.

A post modern western female has the first and final say on children being born and they a higher advantage in court in matters of divorce. The American government as one example acts as a go between in family dynamics and has acted in acting fucking up generations of Americans. The risk for a man in getting married is high. The risk for a female is low and more profitable.

Yep.. there is a lot of conflict and opposition in thinking about marrying or even having children in the west.

Conflict and opposition. For some reason those two words make me taste cotton candy in my mouth.

Anway, MGTOW proponents then choose not to march to that tune of society and go their own way.

What way is that? Well for the most part it’s whoring and buying a motorcycle.

Sure there are videos, articles and books about going out and finding your “purpose” and making the money so you can buy a big house to bang hot chickas in or funny videos about men being real in front of females and them being shocked and offended. That’s it.

Hmm. Now what brings this up? I’ve seen MGTOW videos in passing and videos by males that carry that same tune. I couldn’t place it at first but there’s always been something about MGTOW that has made me ignore it or find it slightly annoying or funny.

Yeah. Funny. I found MGTOW very funny yesterday when I realized what was bothering me about the whole movement to somewhere I would never go. I like motorcycles but fucking random western woman that are against me on some basic fundamental level never was my thing.

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it often again. Life is conflict. Conflict is the air we breath. It is the water we swim in.

It’s not my saying but it is one I take to heart.

There is no conflict in being a MGTOW. It is for the most part selfish living and whoring. That’s not a movement that’s a Los Vegas vacation.

Hey if that’s what you want to do? You’ve already left the ring before the round began. You don’t get the Chad belt for banging a hocker at a expansive hotel instead of challenging a rival in war for your society for this shit will proceed for the next a hundred years.

No my dude. Call it what it is. You just walked away from a fight because the other guy appeared stronger then you. This is the west. You can be a whore but not the Chad.

There is a lot of bullshit in MGTOW. I just find interesting.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

A study in feminine grace…the walk

I like people in general and females are fantastic in one area of study. The walk.

Long ago, on one night shift I used to attend. I walked into work many thoughts on my mind many worries and concerns. A female crossed my path hurrying to get to work.

I noticed her fragrance of roses and body wash masking but failing to do so her delious natural body scent and my mind centered on her. She walked in front of me in shorts and long dark chocolate creame hairless legs and rhythm to her step. Her hips swayed a little. Her step was hypnotic as was the sway and curves of her backside and form.

Her hands were at her side and curved a bit like she was posing as a model. It was pleasant reflection of her feminine character. I knew this young female. But, tonight I admired her feminine ways. Confidence, style, grace, form. She had it all and my un invited devotion for several seconds.

It was a reminder to me to enjoy life in it’s moments and beauty when it is in it’s prime of life.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

Crept Keeper Biden…he just gives off that beta bitch feel

Now I’m going to be speaking on Black Rambo SSH lingo. I was raised one and until my first quickening at sixteen I would have remained one.

Crept Keeper Biden. I got to be honest. He just gives off that Beta bitch feel my dude. Sure he’s an old fucker with one last girl to sniff and then that bitch is done but still did he ever have the alpha flow. Hell no.

He never had a gangster lean and or an ounce of Alpha dominant confidence in his fucking life my dude. Now he’s an older fucker sitting in a chair while demon’s whisper in his ear.

No shine. No gusto. No flow. He used to have alpha speech flow. Now. He’s just an old fucker. Lord knows how long this fucker will live. If he isn’t dead already and we’re seeing a fucking zumbie puppet on a string.

Fucking hell.

People voted for this shit. Fucking boring. War and more taxes. Fucking boring. Same old shit.

I thank God I got more shit to be concerned about these days. Not enough conflict and pull with that dude.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

SSH or as I like to call it from chad to bitch ass simp

The socio-sexual hierarchy inspired by Vox Day

The Chad sits at the top he is the leader and anker of the male group. He’s the jokerster, if there is a female around then he’s the dude that is charming the panties off a shorty with a smile and a grin. He isn’t a bad guy. He’s the guy everybody likes. The man looked to when the shit hits the fan to lead the men through the shit.

Notable mentions: Chadwick boseman (holy shit)

Bravo is second to the Chad in domance and leadership. He’s the wing man and the dude that can be counted on to to keep the order of the group and make sure the chad’s orders get done.

Mr. Delta is the middle man of a group. Able to follow orders and commands and demands respect in his field and effort for the group. Often the social able gentleman always up for the brothers at work to have a laugh at him.

Gamma Gamma mother fucking bitch. This asshole is the work place shit starter. When everyone is trying to get shit done this asshole is trying sniff shorties and piss off the Chad by being a trouble starting bitch. Holy shit.

Pause.

My guy have you ever been around a dude that just don’t want to get along. He got to say some fucked up shit on the sly and piss off the group because the dick head is jealous of the fucking chad’s hot ass wife.

Holy shit. This bitch ass is no end of trouble. The minute he’s caught in some bullshit of his own making this bitch ass tries to flip that shit on some one else and act like he’s the offended party and then trying to hit up the Delta’s wife on the low. Holy shit. This bitch is a shepherd for the devil. A male with a masters degree in female bullshit. Holy mother fucking shit.

Sigma. The quiet one. Often fucked with a little . temperamental failure in multiple shit tests. Expert in his field of study. You got to watch this dude and keep a distance because he smells like shit.

The Outsider. The lone wolf. The seducer of the females and the dominant figure people look to when the chad isn’t around.  He knows the SSH order of things but he don’t give a shit. He knows enough to not get muscled into the alpha position. Fuck that nosie he wants to do his own thing and not be fitted into a fucking box.

Pause.

This dude is a fucking mystery dude and he ain’t one to agree to be controlled or led by the alpha anywhere my dude. He does have a minor fault. If you see him beating the shit out of talkative, shit talking, trouble making asshole clown. You can bet money on that shit that it’s a gamma that he’s getting the business end of royal flush beat down.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

Hot damn! What a time to be alive thriftbooks.com is the shit. (Book nerd shit)

Holy shit.

I’m getting up and getting ready for work my dude. Checking my email and looking through the fucking adds on my email account box.

Pause.

I got a love and fucking hate for adds in general on websites and email boxes. It fucking messes up the flow of the box and distracts you from looking up your shit.

However, I am book nerd as I say in the title and occasionally an add telling you about a sale on your favorite website can be helpful. I think of adds as helping you in a direction to buy what you want and when you want to buy it at best.

Case and point. I get a email from fucking amazon about some books I might be interested in.

Pause.

Amazon. Holy shit. I got a love and fucking take this bitch to the back of the barn and put this bitch down feeling about it. For a book nerd it’s a fucking gold mine of finding books and for a book nerd it’s a fucking bitch asshole with the rediculas unreasonable prices. A hundred dollars for a paperback that came out in 2013. Get the fuck out of here my dude.

In a post literally era that shit better be premium leather with a signature from Robert Frost on the back of it my dude. I’d pay top mother fucking dollar then. A paperback, not now or ever is worth a hundred dollars baring Robert Frost’s spit on it.

I come back to my point. I was in my email looking at an email from amazon for an author I was peeping at a few weeks ago. He had some titles that looked interesting. I clicked on and found one title that read like a fun ride. A noir action and adventure fantasy in a nineteen 30s new york type feel my dude. I like it. I rock that shit.

But it was a trilogy. I’m half and half on trilogies. The first better be the shit. I don’t like to get invested in a bullshit story from the jump with a bullshiting ending. Still I’m interested enough so I clicked on to the remaining books in the series. I stared at the prices.

Holy shit! A hundred dollars a piece!? Fuck out of here. I copy and past the author’s name unto Thriftbooks.com.

I find all that shit for under a hundred dollars. That’s what’s up my dude. I rock with that shit. I found this site a year ago and I’m going to buying from it more now my dude. Prices are decent. Collection of books is modest but great titles.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

Robinhood cucked to Wall Street gangsters faster then a whore on Bill Clinton’s dick

Holy shit

Holy mother fucking shit.

This bitch ass company. This mother fucking bitch ass company got it’s first shit test and cucked like a mother fucking simp when a shorty smiles at them asks for a ride to her boyfriend’s house.

Holy shit.

A company named robinhood took the fucking ticket and gave up the panties too.

Holy shit.

I’m riding the line between pissed off to laughing my ass off this shit. I got fucking money in this bitch ass company. They just failed their first shit test. Damn. Hot damn.

How do you betray the fucking brand that’s in your fucking name. Robinhood didn’t bend over for elites and muscle the poor to let the elites change the fucking rules on us in a hot damn minute.

Holy shit!

Look this shit up my dude. I’m to busy ranting. It can’t be no other way around it. This is the dumbest fuck shit I’ve heard all year and bitch we still in January.

Hot damn! Hot damn! What a time to be alive.

Did you feel that?

I think the ride this year my friends is going to be the shit.

I can smell conflict and trouble. Ah shit. It tastes like fruity pebbles and and ice cold almond milk.

Holy shit! I’m getting excited ya’aw I knew this year was to quiet.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

High level bullshit: Politics from an American  Highlander’s prospective

Politics in general is a bullshit game of those that do the fucking and those that get fucked from behind a table.

American politics for those not in the know is a bullshit game of illusion and deception. To the general public you have the deception of Democrats vs Republicans. The defenders of the poor and the evil big business assholes. There are clear binary lines. Between my team and your team.

Holy fucking shit!

Think about that shit. Has life ever been that fucking simple. Holy fucking shit.

Mother fucker it’s more like cocain pimp Democrats and their stable of loyal hoes vs the sucker they trying to hit up for capitalist transaction. Cocain Democrats keep their street agents in line and The stable of hoes make you believe you have a really big dick and they really hate their pimp and are trying to leave him and they really love you.

The rest are suckers or johns. Holy shit. There is more of a conflict/contrast between the crepts and the bloods fighting over a damn street corner my dude.

Contrasts

Grand Master pimp cocain Nacy Pelosia career politican. She has a masters in female bullshit and doctorate in the grifting game. Hey, no hate on my end. Look at her record my dude. She get her shit done and is a wealthy world class master of the political bullshit game my dude. Look her shit up that bitch will put Al Capone to shame.

Older then fucking Noah with power and money and still holding down a marriage for thirty plus years. Bitches need to take notes. A fucking old dirty OG.

Big T that dude is a fucking legend. He came into the bullshit game of politics simply by name alone and getting in when the Pimp cocain Democrats were counting their money and the stable of GOP hoes were taking a shit.

Big T revealed all that bullshit in the bullshit game of politics to the world and the suckers and Johns looked to the cocain pimps and stable of hoes GOP to find out if it was true.

Holy shit! Shorty said she loved me. She wouldn’t lie to me.

Get the fuck out here you damn simp.

You know the story. I’m a fucking highlander so I’ve seen it before. I’ll see it again. Still waiting for the punch line though. Everything is just to damn calm for me. I can taste conflict and fight in the air.

Hot damn! What a time to be alive.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

I ain’t a Black Rambo. I’m a mother fucking Highlander. A prince of the mother fucking universe

Real talk my guy

I was born in the hills of east Baltimore. The son of a Black Rambo nomad badass. My mother a black power princess daughter of a cocain high Lord Democrat.

I grew up in between the highlands of Baltimore my father’s lands and the low lands of North Carolina my mother’s land. I spent the remainder of my first half of my life in the highlands studying to be a bard and picking up skills here and there.

Right around sixteen my dude I hit the quickening. No joke my dude. Fire and ice hit my body for a moment and I pasted out with a collection of Robert Frost poetry in my hand. I stopped fucking aging at sixteen years old. Same age my mother gave me my first sword.

I didn’t notice this shit because I had my head in a book and was trying to be a poet like my hero Robert Frost. My dream was to be a bard/scholar on his level at least. That’s my dude. I rock with his shit hard in my younger years.

Anyway, fast forward a couple of years. It finally hit me when I have fucking twenty year olds thinking I was around their age or younger added on to that I was at my gym (job) yesterday and I realized I had gotten fucking stronger from two years ago.

Holy shit. The quickening hit then and there. The power went out in the building and I had young dudes looking at me weird because lightening bolts were flashing out of my guns my dude. Holy shit! I can’t live in denial for fifty more years.

I’m a highlander my dude. A prince of the mother fucking universe.

My story continues….

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

An Ode to Lone Star Shit kicking Cowboys

Okay theirs white people and then theirs lone star shit kicking Cowboys.

I haven’t met natives from the wild west Arizona parts but I fucking heard stories of mother fuckers open carring with a Wyatt Earp gun belt on their hips and cowboy hat at a gangster lean to the right.

Holy shit!

I’m not talking in a Marketing Issue bullshit tone. I’m talking about some real shit my dude. Be proud of who you are and rock your shit. Own your shit.

Lone Star shit Kicking Cowboys are on that real shit. Big trucks, cowboy hats on any given day and shit kicking Cowboy boots to match.

Hot damn!

That’s some real shit. The only fault I would have against them is their all to damn nosy all the time.

Lone Star shit kickers are a friendly bunch and at times a little to nosy for my east city slicker ways. They keep it real warm and nice and all.

They fucking got a heritage out here and history of it’s own.

I like that. I rock with that. I appreciate that real shit my dude.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

Chris Brown is the 21st century Fred Astaire holy shit!

You know I thought saving this one for tomorrow but ya’aw been hitting me up with likes like crazy family so

I thought fuck it. Let’s have fun.

Well. You might be asking me. Who the fuck is Fried Astaire?

My dude. Dancer, singer, actor, show performing and profiling. The man from a age in American history when men got shit done in a suit and tie and woman walked around the house like they were modeling for a magazine.

Holy shit!

Michael Jackson was Michael Jackson the King of pop but Chris Brown is the dancer, singer, musician, actor and show stopper. The full monty mother fuckers. The full show in one body.

Google search the shit. But, my old heads will know the dude. Maybe in passing maybe from a memory of seeing one of your grandpa’s old movies.

Yes, I told I was an old fuck.

Holy shit. The idea hit me like a bat to the head and for ten seconds I had a fucking good laugh.

Yes, tattoos in all. Rough and dominant ways and all. Chris mother fucking Brown is the modern man that dances on walls and floats on the air of his own brand of Charisma and seduces bitches with a smile.

Holy Shit.

Doubt me all you want but if the legend was alive and young today. Both men would be setting entertainment world on a blaze and the panties would be falling like rain.

Damn. Maybe I have gone crazy. Fuck it this is funny to me at least. Have a lovely night.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

fahrenheit 451 scared the shit out of me as a kid (book nerd shit)

Back in the late 90s early 2000s (yeah I know I’m old as fuck) and the hey day of the internet when that asshole finally started walking and shitting himself

I was a young writer still learning the craft from the classics I borrowed from the library. I was mostly a snack reader at the time. Nibbling on mysteries and Urban raw dog fiction.

I was still on my quest to read the top 100 list of great books. I had finished five books on the list and nibbled on ten. I finally made the mistake of reading fahrenheit 451.

I knew fuck all about the story, movies and prophetic quality of the story. It was on the list so I went for it.

I was I think seventeen at the time on my first reading. I got to the half way point of the book and sent that shit back to the library and spent the next three years thinking on that shit and looking at my Television as a secret enemy out to fuck me over.

I’m being deadass [when in the fucking hell did people stop adding serious to dead-ass serious. This shit is news to me. Now I know I’m an old fuck] with you. I put that shit down and thought on it for a couple of years. That shit fucked with me.

Never in my life had anybody told me or hinted at the purpose of entertainment could go beyond making people happy. Television = mind fucking you into submission.

I eventually got back to the book and finished it. It was weird shit though. I remembered the fucking page I stopped on and everything previous to that moment.

Fast foreward today. That book was tame. Ray Bradbury was correct on the shit but didn’t see the internet coming. Internet × Television = mind fucked squared.

Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. Holy mind fucking shit.

Yeah. I have no idea where I was going with this post. I just wanted to share a moment in life when a book fucked me out of the matrix or simulation we’re all in.

Fucking hell. God bless you for reading this far into the rabbit hole of my silly shit.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg