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December 27, 2013

Duty, and the death of the MIL joke


MIL = Mother In Law BTW

When my grandfather (on one side) was 14 he ran away to sea, signed up for the Royal Navy, ended up at the Battle of Jutland, WWI, then when WWII broke out, having spent a lifetime at sea in the wavy navy, and being too old for the regulars, he and his sons all marched down to the recruiting office, on the day war broke out… in WWII he had three tankers torpedoed out from under him, Murmansk run, so even if the torps and fuel didn’t get ya, the arctic seas would, but he survived all three, and went on to die from bowel cancer, probably brought on by years of chewing tobacco, as you couldn’t smoke on a tanker.

One of those sons who signed up with him on day 1 ended up in Singapore at the fall of same, and instead of being evacuated or left to surrender, he was told to stay behind and report on the Japs movements, after being reported missing presumed killed in action, he turned up at Calcutta 11 months later, having made his own way there, in wartime, and when he got there he had to steal rations for three months, until they could confirm his identity, he was reported MIA/KIA see…

Now we can sit here and dismiss the obvious courage, bravery and remarkable resilience and tenacity of these people as fucking stupid, having one tanker torpedoed out from under you is bad enough, going back for two more helpings…  being told to stay behind and report on the japs is bad enough, somehow managing to survive and make your way 2,000 miles through jungles and mangroves in enemy territory, only to be told you were dead and not entitled to any rations or new kit (clothes) to stick around so they can decide you are actually alive, to spend another three years in service for these same fucks….

Thing is, they weren’t actually dumber than you and I, and in many cases they weren’t actually less informed and worldly wise than you and I, they knew “our” leaders were as bad as “theirs”, they knew in all probability they were going to die, but they still went… and it wasn’t for the money or glory, there was none of either. Seriously, the monetary compensation, IF it was paid, would not have kept them in food.

They certainly were not mentally less intelligent than you and I, in many ways, in all these things, you could make a good argument that the opposite is true.

So… WHY????

Why was a little word called duty, and having spoken to these people first hand about this very subject, duty was never to king and country, or merrie olde england, or any of that shit.

Duty was to “a way of life“, they were fighting to preserve the way of life they had known, at the local, personal and family level, before hostilities started.

They were fighting to preserve the life they knew when they grew up.

In this, they, and all men everywhere who went to war, failed utterly.

It is this very disenchantment for example, that some of the GI’s returning to the good ole USA after WW2, felt so bitterly that they used their de-mob money to buy motorcycles, which meant ex WD Harleys and Indians, and thus was formed the Hells Angels.

The world my grandad returned to after WWI was very different from the world he left in 1915, and not merely because he left as a boy of 14 and returned as a man of 18/19, many of the things he fought for, out of duty, were gone by the time he got back.

The same thing happened to him again in WWII, and to his sons for the first time, the world they came back to in 1945 was a very different place from the one they left in 1939.

And no, it wasn’t changed because entire streets or local regiments had ceased to exist, it changed because of a mixture of demographic shift (all the men off to war) of technology emergence and “what most people on the home front did for work day to day” changed when the country gets on to a war footing, and all those things enable huge socio-political changes to be rammed through.

Tom goes off to endure 4 years of hardships to preserve the way things were back home, eg for his sweetheart Jane, meanwhile Jane has been trained and got a job as a welder, she is now earning, literally, more money than Tom, plus all that goes along with spending all day in a working environment and not a domestic one…. Tom comes back to find that;

  1. The old way of life is gone
  2. Tom own personal role / space / niche is gone
  3. nobody gives a fuck about HIS sacrifice, because THEY have been making bombers and suchlike all day, and getting well paid
  4. Jane as he knew her is gone
  5. New Tom doesn’t fit in either

“Duty” just died in Tom.

I am here to tell you, you are probably more likely, if you were able to magic up some brain scanning device that monitored me 24/7 even deep down to the animal subconscious levels, you are probably more likely to find thoughts of me wondering what it is like to suck cock, than you are to find thoughts of me thinking about DUTY.

This is, probably, the most important thing that our leaders have never read, I’m denied my opportunity to do my duty by my own son, my flesh and blood, so I take that sense of duty out back and BANG BANG, double tap to the head, done properly, side to side low down on the brain, then just because what the fuck, might as well, empty the rest of the clip into the body.

Duty is dead.

In fact, it is worse than that, IT IS AGAINST MY BEST INTERESTS for me to individually attempt to preserve the way of life I find myself in now.

This is the TRUE reason empires like Rome fell, forget all that jingoistic crap economists and historians and military jugheads tell ya, not saying all that shit doesn’t play a part, it does, but it is not decisive… it fell apart from the bottom because the guys at the bottom had no interest in maintaining the way of life they lived in.

Take a look at people like DMJ, a reasonably well educated white man, who has been through the best indoctrination money can buy (apart maybe from ten years in the slammer) the military…. a champion of the 2010’s decade of western life he is not.

I’m being totally fucking serious here, the guy SHOULD be at the apex of those fighting to preserve ever last little things about our current way of life… because if you can’t manipulate guys like him who have been through the carrot and stick indoctrination school to buy the kool aid and bathe in it, like brawndo, you are F U C K E D….

Historians generally, and military and political historians particularly, vastly under-estimate the significance of things like the Spanish Civil War…

Quite apart from the literally hundreds of thousands of serving regulars from various other countries who were sent to fight, the REALLY significant stuff is things like the English, who, despite it actually being made a SERIOUS fucking crime to go and fight, over 4,000 went and did just that, at their own expense.

And of course as the Spanish Civil War ended, WW2 started.

And today we underplay the significance of those who make their own way to Syria or Palestine or Afdiggastan to fight.

NONE of these people have a way of life at home they want to preserve as a priority.

Duty… it is gone, dead, do not underestimate the deep and lasting significance of that.

Which brings me to….

Mother in Law jokes.

You just don’t hear them any more, and in fact a well known but now dead comic told me many years ago that you did not hear them in the pre WW2 days either, it took that peculiar transition period in the decline of Family 1.0 / Marriage 1.0 / Community 1.0 where, as we all know, women end up looking and acting like their mother’s, which didn’t matter back in the day when a man was the head of his own household, but later, that changed and then…, the relationshit with the wimminz after the period when the man was head of his own household had to stay intact long enough for the man to grow tired of the mother in law, today marriages are too transient, if the marriage doesn’t last 20 years you can’t have a 20 year relationshit with the mother in law, and see the marriage lasting long enough to see your wife become her mother, and start telling mother in law jokes.

Mother in law jokes were the canary in the coal mine, were we smart enough to know it at the time, and again, the guys put up with it, that little word again, duty.

 

July 16, 2012

Oh won’t you take me on a, sea cruise.. ooh ee baby


I dunno that wimminz are intrinsically hard wired to be baser than men, but men are certainly hard wired to give each other a hard time for failing to live up to the standards of the day.

Back when I was a kid and there were no fat bastards visible in school photographs, you had the odd kid in every year who was a little overweight, that kid was always “fatso” or some variation on this, and then when there was National Service the fat kid was the one who couldn’t get over the wall on the obstacle course, and as a result received a ton of abuse from everyone else.

Fatso lost weight, because as Corporal Marsh (“My name is Corporal Marsh, that is spelt B-A-S-T-A-R-D!“) used to say, they were no fat bastards in Belsen, genetics my hairy ass.

So we went from men who ran away to sea for the Battle of Jutland in WW1, who were re-enlisted into the wavy navy and torpedoed (and sank) THREE separate fucking times on the Murmansk run on tankers in WW2, and lived to tell the tale, whose five kids were ALL in the services in WW2, who come home from one torpedoing to be handed a white fucking feather by some skank ho cunt within 24 hours of getting back on dry land. (this is an actual true story)

Because you see much of the “men moderating other men’s behaviour” was still very much in play, snapping the skank ho cunts neck, which she richly deserved, would have resulted in his own demise at the hands of other men.

But, post WW2, millions of men came home to countries that discarded them, in the USA some of these guys said fuck it, bought surplus sidevalve harleys and formed what later became bike clubs.

Lots of those who came back in the UK found wives who were pregnant with other men’s kids, those in protected trades, civil servants, and other men home on leave from the front.

And then the rot really set in, when all the commies and socialists established themselves in the Technical Colleges and Universities, and they themselves gave rise to the whole socialist teacher thing, who gave rise so socialist students, who themselves became teachers, and everyone turned into a bleeding heart pansy.

Men’s moderation of other men’s behaviour was increasingly curtailed, as was women’s moderations of young wimminz behaviour, and then along came the contraceptive pill.

Men’s role and ability to instil discipline and order within their own homes and families was steadily eroded, if we brought back 1950’s style National Service now, instead of one fat bastard who couldn’t get over the wall on the obstacle course, there would be one slim bastard who could, and everyone else would be suing Corporal Marsh for abusing them and making them cry like the babies they are.

Saying “No, we don’t have the fucking money for you to have your own new car, go to the hairdressers every week, your own store card and three fucking foreign holidays a year” is now considered such serious “abuse” that it is worthy of divorce and loss of all your assets and children, but you still get to pay.

Last week on PoF some rode hard 40 year old psycho skank ho says to me that she is looking for a rich man to spend all his money on her, I laugh and say meanwhile back in the real fucking world…. fuck it, even if I was interested in paying for it I could get three 16 year old sluts for what this 40 year old slut would expect me to spend on her, what with her acquired tasted and elevated self worth.

Meanwhile there is a link on Zerohedge to a guy who lived through the Bosnian thing commenting in a preppers forum, talking about a tin of corned beef buying wives and daughters for a couple of hours, a bic lighter being worth more than an ounce of gold, and a car battery being worth two rifles and some ammo… of yeah, and a bar of soap and antibiotics worth so much they were never traded for anything, ever, because they really were life and death possessions.

Oh yeah, if ANYONE else thought you had a stash, you got dead real quick.

Without fucking exception, guys who have lived through this shit all say the same fucking two things;

1/ TSHTF *real* soon after everyone started saying everything was all right now and we were past the worst of it.

2/ Today’s enemies were yesterday’s friends.

So today in summer 2012 in the western world there is more debt floating around than you can possibly imagine, so much debt that simply wiping 90% of it out still won’t balance the books, so we really have two fucking options.

1/ Wipe the debt out TOTALLY, which means simply erasing all currencies and banks worldwide. Game over.

2/ Don’t wipe the debt out, which means a mixture of indentured servitude, Weimar republic style devaluation, and something to replace commerce in the interim, e.g. nationalisation of assets and then war and seizure of assets.

Economists have known for decades that a married man with a stay at home wife raising the kids is more productive (production includes consumption, it is nett) than a divorced dad or single man PLUS a single mum, for starters it is one home to run…

Plus those of us old enough to remember a different way are now at or approaching retirement age, I may still be able to work a modern 20 year old man into the ground, but I am not a patch on what I used to be, so the only way out is to offer me the Master (/Apprentice) role in charge of a bunch of young men, who, unless I can be Corporal Marsh will just cry and run away.

Those who are prepared to put up with Corporal Marsh are the young guns, the young MGTOW, they know the fucking score, but assholes to you if you think they are going to share the fruits of their labour with anyone else, especially wimminz…. why share when a tin of out of date corned beef will get you any wimminz you like for a couple of hours…

If you don’t have a TRADE, a SKILL, such as mechanic, plumber, carpenter, medic, road builder, electrician, etc, then you are just going to be cannon fodder along with the buggy whip makers and nail technicians and hairdressers.

 

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