We may have reached the apotheosis of cat ladydom. A couple photographed themselves as the “mom” gave “birth” to a kitten.
This would be mildly amusing if these two were actually poking fun of the cat lady culture, instead of implicitly poking fun of “breeders” as this type is wont to call people who have human children. But no, they’re not kidding around about their embrace of the cat lady/cat lad lifestyle. Proof:
But one couple who recently [adopted a kitten] decided to let the world know about their furry new family member in the most unforgettable way. […]
Photographer Lucy Schultz and her partner, Steven, don’t have any kids of their own…
WOMB, there it isn’t. Looking at her, it’s not as if she’s got years left to contemplate having a real child. The clock on her egg factory is set to expire. Maybe they can psyche themselves up for the coming regimen of IVF treatments (using a buck’s sperm) by fondly looking back at these photos for encouragement.
And he looks like he’s about one tofu niblet away from his testicles burrowing back under his fupa.
“I’d been talking about doing a kitten announcement shoot when I was finally ready to adopt for over a year,” Schultz told The Dodo. “I just wanted to celebrate my cat adoption milestone as it’s something I’ve looked forward to for such a long time.”
It took her a year to decide to adopt a fucking cat? How many years will it take her to decide on the real thing? No wonder these shitlib Whites are going extinct at a rapid clip.
Schultz enlisted the help of her colleague, photographer Elizabeth Woods-Darby. The two have worked together documenting human births…
A woman’s maternal instinct has to be pathologically underdeveloped if she photographs human births as a career and still doesn’t feel the urge herself.
The photo shoot is certainly comical, but there’s nothing insincere about how much love they have for their new pet.
Two minutes after they die (from toxoplasma gondii complications), this cat would be gutting them and slurping up the pools of blood.
Hilarity aside, Schultz hopes it might inspire others to grow their own families with a pet in need of love:
“My message to everyone who is digging these photos is to check out your local shelter, consider volunteering or become a foster home and consider adopting one of the amazing homeless pets out there!”
This is how the world ends, not with a bang but a whisker.
Moby is “excited” about raw dogging Miss Manjaw and leaving behind a few disfigured blanks to wither and die out of sight of her womb. I’m not sure how anxiety or challenge figures into the future that follows this decision for alpha excision, but it must have something to do with the proper rhetoric to virtue snivel for their equally androgynous shitlib friends and broken-hearted family members.
Mock these people, but don’t sweat them. It’ll all shake out in the Darwinian stew in a generation or two. More anti-natalist shitlib Whites choosing to go childless (or the 1.2 child route) means a lot less of their full spectrum snark pervading society. Maybe that’s what’s giving these two anxiety about the future. They’re the last of their non-breed.
PS Dollars to donuts The Chinster dumps Moby for a blackity black to birth a squad of gargroidles. And then poor Moby will be left with his de-privileged, powerless pud and his estrogen-boosting double IPAs to burnish his emasculate bona fides. Luckily for him the procedure is reversible, although complications are possible, such as suffering the tut tuts of his barren lib friends for daring to reconstruct a faint shadow of his masculinity.
Conan O’Brien, caught in the vapors of a major virtue signaling attack, went to Haiti for a three-day show special to troll Trump about his labeling Haiti a “shithole”, and to morally preen before his un-vast audience of soy-saturated snarklibs. Oh, and to blatantly lie about his real opinion of Haiti.
What followed was an epic self-own and the germination of a new 4chan meme: #ConanHaiti featuring Conan’s coconut mug drinking face ‘shopped into photos of the real Haiti that liberal Whiteys sticking to the designated tourist area don’t (want to) see.
First, the self-ownage in the photo Conman O’Brien posted ostensibly to needle Trump and his Heritage America Army.
You’ll notice in the background that, outside of the swanky resort perimeter Conman was staying at, the hills of Haiti are completely denuded of leafy vegetation. That’s because the local shitholies burnt everything for firewood and let their pigs and goats roam free to reproduce past the ecology’s carrying capacity.
Also, that coconut he’s drinking from likely was imported from an island that still has coconut trees. And why is his hair dry? Poseur, much?
Conman was staying at the Wahoo Bay Beach Resort, a heavily guarded and patrolled tourist trap that the average Haitian would love to rob blind and machete to death the pale guests if they could get past the locked and loaded security.
He was at one of the finest resorts in Haiti, the rates for which are $254 a night, which is a very a hefty price for a country where the average person makes a little over $400 a year.
Conman’s virtue snivel was so egregious that shitlords brought the meme magic with a fury. Incoming!…
As soon as establishment comedians give in to the urge to toe the shitlib line, they stop being funny. Sanctimony was meant to be mocked by comedians, not adopted as a central theme of their act.
This is why we on the Maul-Right are winning. We’re the mockers, now. And the libs are the mocked. Only good things can come from this cultural realignment. Good things…..like, oh, Truth and Beauty.
Pic from the weekend’s Termagant March (h/t @BGKB):
That’s a tiny candle. (Note: not even a real flame; an LED safe space so his soft fingertips don’t get unsightly masculine callouses.)
The shitlib male feminist is a vehicle for self-emasculation. He prides himself on his low, low T level, his upside-down biceps, his unisex problem glasses, and his daily online porn habit which supplements his time prostrating himself as a beta male orbiter to aggrocunt bluehair chubsters.
He is a loathsome creature, and he knows it, figuring that his only shot at LSMV pussy will come if he surrenders entirely to effeminacy and androgyny and tells the pussyhat crowd what they want to hear; little does he know this strategy rarely works, and when it does work, the reward is hardly worth the effort. Even ugly feminists are repulsed by the tiny tea candle soyboy’s retreat from masculinity, but it’s not like the femcunts have the goods themselves to score a Chad. So these defects of nature manage somehow to find each other for miserable passionless androgyne hookups which they immediately regret and try to salvage by spinning the awful experiences into #MeToo attention whoring.
After you read this incredibly Millennial news story, you’ll understand why I titled this post “The Voluntarily Sexless Marriage” instead of “The Voluntarily Celibate Marriage”. Our platonically married couple isn’t celibate at all; they’re just celibate for each other.
The sexless marriage is a timeless rue with an explainable kernel of pedestrian truth to it, but at least it can be said for men trapped in age-independent sexless marriages that their woeful predicament wasn’t contractually inked before the vows were exchanged. Not so for Tiffany Trump’s newlywed friends:
When New York socialites Quentin Esme Brown and Peter Cary Peterson got hitched in Las Vegas over the weekend in front of a small group of friends — including Tiffany Trump, who acted as the flower girl — they knew that people would make some assumptions. Either they were madly in love or drunk, right? In reality, the best friends said they were neither. They’re planning to make theirs a sexless, open marriage, they explained, and this actually sounds like a pretty wise idea to relationship experts.
100% of chaimstream media approved “relationship experts” are charlatans.
“Sexless marriage”. An irretrievably broken, anhedonic society at war with the reality of innate sex differences takes the one redeeming feature of marriage and tosses it away.
A sexless marriage is pointless, but a sexless, OPEN marriage is just plain malicious, because those super progressive, feminist friendly polyamorous arrangements never benefit both parties equally; it’s usually the slutty woman getting her rocks off down the hall as her moans of ecstasy drive her incel “partner” crazy with murder-suicide ideation.
“He has always been my soulmate in every sense of the word
Women and men have competing definitions of “soulmate”. Men tend to emphasize the “mate” part of the term.
and we felt mutually that Vegas was the place to finalize our commitment to partnership,” Brown explained on Instagram. “Peter and I are not romantically involved — in fact we are still dating others and will continue to seek love in all forms — we are just each other’s hearts and wish to begin our journey towards evolution, because the more we face reality, the more we can see that there is no right or wrong.”
Poopytalk. They’re doing the opposite of facing reality; they’re hiding from it under cover of Clown World’s Cloak of Inchoateness. If Tiffany Trump’s friends are indicative of Tiffany’s own views, it’s no wonder Papa Trump practically disowned her.
Susan Pease Gadoua, a licensed therapist
Licensed to bilk.
and co-author of The New “I Do,” has yet to meet anyone else with this kind of marriage, but she says it fits in with the way she sees many people deciding to change the rules to suit their relationship needs.
Dope. People aren’t changing the rules to suit their piques; they’re lowering their expectations and adapting to the encroaching jungle.
“We don’t need to get married for any of the reasons we used to,”
Including but not limited to reasons such as reproduction and generational continuity.
Gadoua tells Yahoo Lifestyle. “Once you’ve got everything else in place, it is like the cherry on top.”
But Brown and Peterson don’t seem to have married for children. So why get married at all?
The question with no answer that won’t sound like a try-hard rationalization.
“We did this because we wanted to finalize our commitment to each other as life partners and best friends,” Peterson wrote on Instagram.
What happened to mutually presumed and unspoken loyalty between friends? If you have to rely on the imprimatur of State authorization to declare your shared friendship, you don’t have anything remotely resembling a friendship. Instead, you have a pose. Two attention whores jockeying for social status within their group of unloveable weirdos.
Brown also put a statement on Instagram, saying, “I am confident my husband and I will break some walls down,” she wrote.
If your official terms of endearment preclude fucking, he’s not your husband.
Husband:
before 1000; Middle English husband(e), Old English hūsbonda master of the house
You haven’t consecrated a house for him to master. You’re two neutered farm animals who happen to be dozing in the same bed of hay and dried manure.
“A lot of these sorts of marriages are in response to society getting increasingly isolated, and people want to create a kinship model. You either have to be married or you have to be blood relatives; otherwise, you can walk away from each other.”
Like I wrote, adaptation to the r-selected jungle.
This kind of union may in fact last longer than a marriage based solely on intense romantic attraction, Gadoua surmises.
Well, sure. Because it isn’t a marriage. It’s a zero-investment masquerade. It’s easy to let a “sexless, open marriage” linger for eternity because the cost of upkeep and dissolution is negligible. No romantic reward, no romantic risk.
The other advantage is that the friends can seek out those romances outside of this relationship. In this way, their setup resembles the kind of polyamorous arrangement that some couples have found to be a better alternative to divorce.
“Where the complications are going to come in is when people outside their relationship look at it like, ‘I don’t want to get involved in that,’” Gadoua says. “It’s going to make it a little bit more complicated for them to find partners who understand.”
GIRL: hey I’m free for that drink Thursday, but I should tell you I’m married to a great guy, but we never have sex. It’s in our vows.
THE DEVIL’S HARD BARGAIN: fantastic! you sound totally normal. I’m scratching you in now as my third stringer.
Rodman also cautions that this won’t work if one partner isn’t being entirely honest about what he or she wants in this relationship.
“If one person was secretly hoping that this would turn into something romantic or sexual, then that would be quite the disappointment,” she says.
The Voluntarily Sexless Marriage is the next evolution in beta male bait. Watch for hordes of thirsty betas to jump in with both feet hoping a piece of worthless paper has the power to unplug the tingle spigot.
But if we’re to take Brown and Peterson at their word, they’re pretty happy with their decision so far.
“We have one life,” Brown wrote. “Free yourself!”
Combined IQ: 1
Time for a Phys Quiz. The glowing, and strangely tense, lovebirds:
Hm mm mm. So progressive! Tiffany Trump’s friend married her gay bestie. Cameras and Yahoo blog typists are standing by….
PS I was planning to award Peter Peterson both the coveted Beta of the Month and White Male Pussy of the Month titles, but as you can see from the picture above, those titles aren’t applicable.
One of the lead investigators for both the credible Hillary Clinton email scandal and the manufactured Russia-Trump collusion Fake Story, Peter Strzok, is a 13 year old girl, judging by his texts with his mistress, Lisa Page.
Strzok – Omg. You listening to npr? Apparently Melania’s speech had passages lifted from Michelle Obama’s…Unbelievable
Page – NO WAY!
Page – God, it’s just a two-bit organization. I do so hope his disorganization comes to bite him hard in November.
Strzok – It HAS to, right? Right?!? Panicked
Strzok is a grown man speaking like an SJW Millennial with a Tumblr account. Dwell on that for a minute. The point man in not one, but TWO major investigations in America in the past two years is a LOW T, ZERO MASCULINITY, UPTALKING PHAGSPEAK WANNABE MILLENNIAL SOYBOY. These are our G men, ladies and gentlemen. Pathetic!
There is no Deep State. There’s a Dweeb State.
Everywhere you choose to look, you find evidence of a great nation swirling the drain. America is about to hit the Civ Wall at speed, and only Trumpism can prevent the impact. We need to roll back the toxic feminization of US politics with a healthy swig of tonic masculinity.
Strzok, btw, was also the main mangina conducting the Michael Flynn interview with the sole purpose of catching Flynn out on a lame process crime. And, as if this will surprise anyone now that we know where his loyalties lie, Strzok was responsible for changing the wording in Comey’s dismissal letter for thecunt from a charge of “gross negligence” to the non-crime of “extreme carelessness”, thus sparing thecunt the prison time she richly deserved.
On and on it goes like this. The DOJ and FBI are stacked to the rafters at the highest levels with vaginamen Hillary lackeys and NeverTrump cat lady co-conspirators. Some are aware of this subversion of justice. Southern Shitlord Trey Gowdy hammers (((Rod Rosenstein))) on the entrenched anti-Trump bias that exists at the Federal Bureau of Exonerating Hillary Clinton.
From a Yidtube commenter:
Rosenstein’s response to Gowdy was nothing short of execrable. In effect, he was saying, “Never-mind an inherent bias in the information gatherers [the process], I (and Mueller and Wray) will ensure fair results.” It is impossible to ensure fairness if the process is corrupted. Rosenstein knows this to be true and thus his response was disingenuous and revealed his true character, a dissembling one, despite the heady praise that has erstwhile been heaped on him, gratuitously it seems. Furthermore and regarding Mueller, are we expected to believe that he appointed people to, or carried people over into key investigative positions without fully– and fastidiously knowing their backgrounds and everything about them? Wasn’t he an FBI Director where absolute transparency is required for all hires including field agents with everything being known to the Bureau about them including how quickly their cuticles grow? Yet he missed the political inclinations, contributions, communications of his team members until, it seems, he read about in the papers? Not believable. I am not a Republican and have no brief to argue for that party– nor for Mr. Trump. I wonder, however, if people realize that our country is meandering perilously close to the edge of a sinkhole and at its bottom is the status of a failed state. I have never worried so much about my country as I do today and I am not optimistic about where things are going.
I warned my readers well ahead of time about the Globohomo prejudice at the FBI. I knew Comey was a pro-cunt dirtbag from day 1, and now the latest revelations vindicate my prescience.
Let’s have a look-see at the physiognomy of disgraced butler for thecunt, Peter Strzok:
100% bugman. Classic male shitlib. Watery Bambi eyes, pencil neck, fivehead, perpetual smugface. In Trumperica, I want to see physiognomy elevated to a legitimate employment criterion. It would solve a lot of the country’s problems.
At least Strzok has a vestigial chin. I can just imagine the inner monologues of FBI human resources when they were interviewing Strzok for the job:
“He has a chin AND he’s With Her? We’ve hit the jackpot! So dreamy!”
“He sent me a text with OMG in it.”
“Hire him!”
While we’re on the subject of the face as palimpsest to the soul, here is a photo of Strzok’s mistress, Page:
Those mandibles. Those teeth. Neeigh! Her chin spoons his chin. Makes perfect sense that a low T girlyman would have an affair with a high T horseface, and that they’d both bond over their mutual love for the nation’s preeminent psychocunt. What happened to standards at the FBI? Did they menstruate all over them?
In a sane world, all these FBI and DOJ conspirators to subvert the will of the American people and remove their chosen leader from office would be in jail on charges of treason. But we don’t live in Sane World. We live in Downs World, run by androgynous retards with unusual strength given to them by a corrupt banana republic State, and so we have to suffer daily reports from the propaganda arm of Downs World about Trump’s perfidy while the real filth is handed the reins of justice to drive the country into the cesspit.
OMG panicked!
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FYI, our very own Rick/The Strap-on Within is none other than Peter Strzok!
Democrat Mayor of New Brighton, MN, the tubby post-menopausal schoolmarmish Val Johnson, is emblematic of the shitliberal establishment in predominantly White regions of the country. Here she is caught on video having an emotional breakdown ranting about the phantasm of “White privilege” (via):
Female brain gone insane.
This is your political party on estrogen, hot flashes, and dying ovaries. The feminization of the Democreeps means more crazy cat ladies virtue signaling like lunatics about all the browns and blacks they “look after” while haranguing White men about their privilege and misogyny. The mass influx of bitter hags and wrecked sluts into politics has been a disaster for the West, no doubt about it.
What’s more pathetic than this cunt’s psychotic break in the video, if that’s possible, is the collective reaction of the four UGH WHITE MALES sitting there taking hot splooges of this broad’s insanity to their faces. Not one of these “””men””” had the balls to tell this shrike to shut the hell up? You know they were all thinking it. At least, you hope they were thinking it; maybe shitlib White men are so utterly emasculated that this feels like normal to them. They would feel adrift without some rancid cunt shrieking like a banshee about how evil and stupid and entitled they are.
Anti-White feminism is a civilization-wide shit test, and men are failing it, badly. What the country needs more than ever is one man with brass ones to jab a chadfinger in one of these cunt’s porky mugs and tell her off. “There’s no such thing as White privilege you stupid old shrew, and if you keep it up I’m gonna throw you out of a helicopter!”
The Emascunations of the West are feeding the delusions of our worst people, and so naturally we are getting more shitty people behaving even shittier than ever running things into the ground. When the eunuchs guard the cunts, civ death is close at hand. Alexis de Tocqueville warned that America would turn into a country of masculine women and weak men, and that’s exactly what happened. The crazy cat ladies, homos, and ball-less wonders are at the helm, steering the ship of state straight into the litter box.
