Post: #126

(04-12-2018 09:49 AM)getdownonit Wrote:  The sign says "soymilk doughnuts" whatever that means. My guess is that it still contains flour and gluten, but not cow's milk since Asians often don't digest it properly. Soy is a common and traditional food in Japan, so maybe people there also like the flavor of it.

Except it doesn't really matter what is in the product.
She's advocating that her husband is happy with soy as a reaction to anti-"soy" sentiment.

She's attempting to say soy is "double-plus good".
She's failing.

Post: #127

Oh boy...
Soy does not make you strong.

Post: #128

I just want to throw up a quick story. I spent the whole week working a conference in Montana. You know those shitty continental breakfasts hotels serve? So, I was sitting at one of those with one of my work friends. This California sales rep... who literally radiates soy boy from every pore, is wandering up and down the breakfast bar looking lost and confused. Finally, he turns to the serving lady and asks "Where is the Soy Milk?". Two older men in cowboy hats and jeans just start laughing and one says... "this is Montana, nobody drinks that crap here". The Soy Boy rolls his eyes and stalks out.

+1 for Montana.

Post: #129

(05-28-2018 09:04 AM)Syberpunk Wrote:  



She nailed it, hilarious delivery "look at me I'm so wacky".

Post: #130

(04-13-2018 04:09 PM)CynicalContrarian Wrote:  Oh boy...
Soy does not make you strong.

I like how he show the picture of the carnage done to his hand, to make the company feel guilty and send one of their soyboy customer reps to his house to personally kiss his boo boo.

This is the guy, by the way.

Post: #131

Never double down on soy...

Post: #132

Illimitable man is one of the lowest IQ commentators in the manosphere and he should have been drowned at birth.

Post: #133

(06-04-2018 10:38 PM)KMK Wrote:  Illimitable man is one of the lowest IQ commentators in the manosphere and he should have been drowned at birth.

Will you be telling your son this?

Post: #134

(06-04-2018 10:57 PM)CynicalContrarian Wrote:  

(06-04-2018 10:38 PM)KMK Wrote:  Illimitable man is one of the lowest IQ commentators in the manosphere and he should have been drowned at birth.

Will you be telling your son this?

Does he have the sperm count to reproduce? Its valid question with the amount of soy in the world.

Post: #135

(06-04-2018 11:40 PM)Thersites Wrote:  Does he have the sperm count to reproduce? Its valid question with the amount of soy in the world.

Are we certain KMK is male?

Post: #136

(06-05-2018 12:46 AM)CynicalContrarian Wrote:  

(06-04-2018 11:40 PM)Thersites Wrote:  Does he have the sperm count to reproduce? Its valid question with the amount of soy in the world.

Are we certain KMK is male?

No.

However, there are a few KMK posts that are interestingly less likely to be posted by a female. Perhaps it is a troll female account, but her beta boyfriend has been posting, and he's just on tbe verge of taking the red pill?

Post: #137

(04-14-2018 11:36 AM)EndsExpect Wrote:  I just want to throw up a quick story. I spent the whole week working a conference in Montana. You know those shitty continental breakfasts hotels serve? So, I was sitting at one of those with one of my work friends. This California sales rep... who literally radiates soy boy from every pore, is wandering up and down the breakfast bar looking lost and confused. Finally, he turns to the serving lady and asks "Where is the Soy Milk?". Two older men in cowboy hats and jeans just start laughing and one says... "this is Montana, nobody drinks that crap here". The Soy Boy rolls his eyes and stalks out.

+1 for Montana.

This little gem lost in the Pacific Ocean time shift just made my day.

"We don't take kindly to talk of soy in these parts, boy."

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Post: #139

(11-19-2017 11:52 AM)Roosh Wrote:  This is their wedding. They wore sweat pants, it seems.

What could possibly go wrong?

Post: #140

That photo just above.

It takes three soy-boys just to life one small banner...

One is too weak to even raise his head.
One has been made deranged.
The other is about to pass out.

Soy. Not even once.

Post: #141

(03-07-2018 06:21 PM)CynicalContrarian Wrote:  Noting the Silicon Valley schmuck in the photo above.
I would not normally put forth Sebastian Stan as the epitome of masculinity.

Yet the disparity between the two is undeniable.

Me thinks Sharon had more tingles in that one segment than she's had in the past five years.

Someone plkease kill that fat fag James Corden. Just when you thought a talk show host couldn't get more annoying than Jimmy Fallon...

Post: #142

^
Tell the Clinton Cabal, Corden has insider information...

Post: #143

Am I the only person who after I finally reach my desired level of "alpha" (couldn't think of a better word) Wants to befriend soyboys and take them under my wing.....Men need to be men, and the weaker men are in America the easier it is for other nation to take over.

Post: #144

(06-10-2018 10:09 AM)Donfitz007 Wrote:  Am I the only person who after I finally reach my desired level of "alpha" (couldn't think of a better word) Wants to befriend soyboys and take them under my wing.....Men need to be men, and the weaker men are in America the easier it is for other nation to take over.

You definitely could save some if they were exposed to other options or shown that certain ideas are not difficult to enact.
Yet you'd always encounter the envious / self-loathing types that would resent any notion of improvement or strength.
The old 'pearls before swine' situation.
Some are simply too deluded or too damaged to see past their derangement.

Post: #145

(06-09-2018 06:37 PM)debeguiled Wrote:  

Men don't sleep with the light on. #SoftCocks

Post: #146

Whenever a bearded soyboy smiles like that it almost resembles this.

Post: #147

(06-10-2018 10:36 AM)cascadecombo Wrote:  Whenever a bearded soyboy smiles like that it almost resembles this.

Or this.



Imagine being born a shark and then told you were only allowed to eat plankton.

Post: #148

(06-10-2018 10:09 AM)Donfitz007 Wrote:  Am I the only person who after I finally reach my desired level of "alpha" (couldn't think of a better word) Wants to befriend soyboys and take them under my wing.....Men need to be men, and the weaker men are in America the easier it is for other nation to take over.

I admit I'm still in the phase where I like to fuck smug soyboy's girls. You're probably a better man than I am.

Post: #149

James Corden? How can you hate the guy who starred in:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lesbian_Vampire_Killers

Post: #150

(06-10-2018 10:09 AM)Donfitz007 Wrote:  Am I the only person who after I finally reach my desired level of "alpha" (couldn't think of a better word) Wants to befriend soyboys and take them under my wing.....Men need to be men, and the weaker men are in America the easier it is for other nation to take over.

Good instinct, but I guarantee Member after Member on here has stories to tell of how having pity for guys lower down the Socio-Sexual Hierarchy never works in practice. They resent / despise alpha masculinity - they genuinely-think they're superior to, say, a 6ft4 muscular, handsome sports star with multiple women hanging off his arms - and this hatred blinds them to both being hearing the truth when it is told to them, or ever forming a realistic, objective perception of themselves and their behaviour.

You have to understand that they're exactly where they want to be. That type of change can only come from within.

I read something in the Footnotes of today's Missal Readings that brought up a passage from Corinthians. I'll paraphrase here:

Those that are incapable of seeing and hearing the truth will respond to it like they're smelling the odor of death on your words, rather than of life, and will continue to smell it even unto their deaths.

We've seen how this plays out: they'll double down rather than admit they're wrong, or even destroy themselves as long as it destroys you in the process. There's a lot of guys here with stories about that. They're, in a very-real sense, are under demonic-influence, and, as such, it is simply beyond the ability of laymen to break that influence FOR someone else: it has to originate from within.

Their chances of doing so are very, very slim, because, as I was listening to someone explain it this morning, doing so involves deeply-tapping into the interior, or supernatural, life, which involves removing all of the distractions of the Lower Faculties, all of which are designed to drive you towards Emotional Responses to events (the domain of the demonic), rather than the Rational Responses (the domain of the holy) that you gain from cultivating regular Meditation upon the Holy Mysteries through Prayer.

Soyboys are nothing but exactly what happens when you cultivate Lower Faculties that deal excessively in an uncontrolled imagination, which weakens your spiritual protections: video games, television, movies, comics, board games, pornography (though they'd never admit it). It deadens their connection to the interior life; destroys their masculinity and therefore makes them unable to fulfill their role under the natural law by being unwilling to do what is hard and uncomfortable; and makes them resemble women in their emotional nature, voting patterns and role within a relationship; all of which drives them observably-insane.

The Soy Boy grin is, simply, Absence. A void where something should be, but isn't.

I've been sensing this for a long time before I understood this. I've been saying for a couple of years about movies or television: be very, very careful about who you let put thoughts inside your head.

------

Yesterday, the Kid was with me, and we were waiting for one of his friends to show up to join us for dinner. Having an hour to spare, he joined me for my evening walk.

It was very, very cold and threatening to rain. The obvious temptation was to stay inside, where it was warm and dry, but I said it was always a good decompression time for me, so I was surprised he decided to tag along. I've grabbed two umbrellas from the hallway and we left.

Just as we crested the top, it did start to rain, but we completed the walk, and returned, cold and damp, about forty minutes later. His friend was on my back verandah, having arrived 20 minutes early: he already had the patio heater going, one earbud in his ear, looking at something on his phone, the way he always is. He's never really in the moment, there's always something ready to distract him.

He looked up as we approached, and asked where we'd been.

The Kid pointed to the top of the Hill. "Up there."

"But it's freezing! And raining!" He shook his head and looked back down at his phone. "Man, you two are dumb".

I just laughed to myself, because I'd noticed that, despite the awful weather, neither the Kid or I complained about it on the entire walk. It just was. We'd only discussed it when the rain started.

I'd nodded as the bank swept towards us. "Here comes the rain", and motioned to the umbrella.

It had hit us hard - it was quite windy out. After a few of the more powerful gusts passed, I'd laughed and said "This is how you know you're alive."

The Kid had also laughed, and said, simply "I like rain."

The discussion continued from there and we discussed aspects of rain. The relaxing power of the white noise it generates. That certain still peace that can fall over the world when it's set in and everyone's hiding inside.

He'd said "You get to wander unseen. It's like being a Ghost for a while."

I remember that feeling from when I was younger. I'd mentioned to him before that I thought all Kids need their Secret Spaces away from what he called 'Parentals'. A rainy day was always a great time to slip out and away.

I'd said I wondered if it was genetic instinct in me: "When it's windy, like now, I often feel like I'm on the prow of a boat, sailing towards battle."

He'd grinned. "I get that. These umbrellas should have a sword inside." He'd put down his umbrella, letting himself get wet, and made some fencing moves.

I'd then pointed out the Kurrajong Trees we were approaching. "I always loved these when I was a Kid, because of the way the grow down to the ground and the thick leaves meant they were good shelter in any rain. Instant cubby-house."

He'd popped under them as we approached. "Huh, you're right. There's just the odd drop now and then."

"They're great climbing trees too."

"I get that. The branches grow together, like ladders." He'd looked at me. "Secret spaces?"

I'd nodded. "Secret spaces."

As we came down the other side, I'd pointed out how the weather usually comes from this direction, and, because the clouds were moving fast, it was easy for him to get a grasp of. We studied the horizon for a while, and I'd explained how the valley tended to be sheltered from the extremes, where his side of town didn't have the protection the hill offered.

I'd explained how the warm updrafts on the other side of the hill in drier weather meant you'd often see Eagles hovering there, and said how I'd recently seen Baby Eagles learning to ride them.

He said we'd have to come up here on a warm day and look for them.

You get the idea. Neither of us was whinging about what we can't change or being uncomfortable, because, we weren't uncomfortable. Both of us taking our time with our speech, meditating on what was said. I'm not saying it was extraordinarily-deep, but it wasn't the Superficial Concerns of the Lower Faculties either that most people talk about (TV, Sports etc). I was learning from him that, like me, he likes to step outside of the world sometimes, to have time to quietly-think about things.

All his friend did was bitch about the cold and the rain for the first 15 minutes after we got back, but he was proud he'd gotten two achievements on his mobile phone game.

I made them some hot chocolate, and The Kid held it in his hands after some sips and said "This is what I really like about when it rains. A hot drink is always better when I've been out in it."

I grinned. "I know that feeling: yeah, I earned this."

His friend shook his head again. "You two are mad."

I suspect he's going to make a very good little office drone in a few years.