The Stifling Uniformity Of Shitlibopolises

Jay in DC writes,

I jump on Tinder every now and then just for shits & grins. It is definitely heading downhill in a big way. It is similar to what Hermes stated above. As Clown World grows the ‘list of demands’ gets longer and the attractiveness of those demanding gets lower. Also those insane 35+; women speaking as if they are 20 and have all the time in the world is exceptionally common now.

The current market is insanity incarnate. First of all, they are VERY fucking hostile. Fully half of the profiles I flicked through are just angsty, angry, demanding, and entitled. Who the fuck wants to be around that for even a nano-second? I will tell you who. Thirsty ass beta herbs. And they are LEGION. This is why allows this shitshow to continue.

Then you have the fact that we are down to about 1 in 10 or 1 in 20 women with a normal BMI. That reflects the thing we talk about on college campuses too which is even more distressing. Because at 18-21 you are the BEST you are ever going to be, its all downhill from there. If you are a hambeast then? Yikes…

The West is fucking miserable in almost every aspect. Maybe in the in between places it is still somewhat normal but based on my own experience and talking to the peeps I know in other urban areas, its shyte pretty much across the board. Pozzed Gynarcho-Tyranny is our system of government and life in general.

For the reasons Jay and Hermes give (and which I’ve written about before), I abandoned online dating a long time ago. I saw the writing on the wall: it was always going to end in a veil of beta male thirst and battlecunt entitlement.

Face to face, eyeball to eyeball, cockas to tingle, is the only way a man can break through the entitled bitch field now. And yes, the poz has gone national. I’ve been to almost every major “I’m With Her” city, and lived in a considerable number of them. All the big blue shitlib cities are the same — same shitlibbery, same slogans, same bumper stickers and window signs, same restaurants, same museums filled with the same ugly modern art, same “celebrating diversity” murals, same graphic tees, same apartment and condo glass-encased architecture, same local papers written in the same smug activist style, same craft breweries and gin distilleries, same nightclubs, same bars, same faux grimy music halls, same luxury indie theaters, same outdoor hanging lights, same “ironic” themed Millennial venues, same vintage shops serving the same shabby chic clientele, same cocktails with the same pop culture inspired names, same fertility-killing cost of living, same pride parades, same language of euphemisms to describe the same fucking thing (staying away from blacks and browns), same uber drivers, and same entitled overeducated battlecunt shrikes.

About fifteen or so years ago, a blueprint was set for how to gentrify cities, and it took off like wildfire through every shitlibopolis, sea to syphilitic sea, and in the process all the local flavor, the uniqueness inherent in such a large nation like America, was flattened into a smarmy White hipster beanbag romper room.

Channeling J Derbyshire, “Goodbye, weird, wild America.” This is what happens to a country when it imports too much mutually antagonistic nonWhite Diversity: a leveling of wonderfully peculiar White subcultures into a corporatized, MBA-approved mash that only distinguishes itself in relation to the utter dreariness and dysfunction of the nonWhite communitaaaahhs encircling these White urban hospices like a gathering enemy army.