A Quick Summary of “A Shiksa is Born” (with Lady Gaga)

A Quick Summary of “A Shiksa is Born” (with Lady Gaga)

Here is a quick plot summary of the new version of A Star is Born (aka A Shiksa is Born) starring Lady Gaga.

  • Boy meets girl in a drag bar
  • Boy loses girl because he’s a drunken louse
  • Boy kills himself

This is what the (((media))) want for your sons. This is the world they’ve envisioned for them. His future is a lifeless body, swinging from the rafters of an empty room: see Anthony Bourdain, Robin Williams, etc.

Will you wake up before it’s too late? Will you be able to steer your life in another direction? Will you have the courage to see that everything good is bad and everything bad is good?

Conversely, here is the movie from the “modern” woman’s perspective:

  • Girl is a stripper
  • Girl meets an Alpha male that sees the magic inside her
  • Girl becomes the legend she as destined to be
  • Girl continues on after alpha dies…no harm, no foul.

It seems better, but it’s really not. First off, your daughter should not be stripping. Secondly, she should not wait for a rock star to drag her out of a filthy gutter.

If she follows the advice in the movie, she’ll be the one swinging from the rafters – just look at how many modern women are currently on anti-depressants. The reason is not a debased nature; it’s because they’re following a debased Weltnschauung.

Satan is alive and well…and his name is Eric Roth. He is the Jewish writer of A Shiksa is Born and, like all his Satantic ilk, he receives a sick pleasure in polluting the spiritual waters of America. His joy lies in a discombobulated goyim, struggling to make sense of their crumbling lives.

There is no need to wait for Halloween to see monsters…they operate in the boardrooms and synagogues of Hollywood.

A Wife Will Blame the Failure of Her Sons on the Weltanschauung of Her Husband

A Wife Will Blame the Failure of Her Sons on the Weltanschauung of Her Husband

Not long ago I met up with an old friend. I remember his parents well growing up; they were both lovely people…his mother in particular. Today, both he and his brother are 50, unmarried and childless. Both of them are nice guys…for better or worse.

Long story short, the sons have failed to give their mother the grandchildren she has been waiting for.

“How are your parents?” I asked.

“It’s sad,” he replied. “My mother criticizes my father all day. She just jabs him, insults him…it never stops.”

Red-pill summary: A wife will blame the failure of her sons on the Weltanschauung of her husband.

In her mind, it was the father’s job to teach the sons about the “facts of life”: i.e. how to successfully interact with women. It was the father’s job to teach the sons how to respond to a woman’s shit test. It was the father’s job to teach the sons how to improve their SMV. I am sure that she never phrased it as such to him. But many things with women are unspoken. As the Manosphere says, women want a man that “just gets it.”

Fathers should remember this as they raise their sons. It’s not enough to provide them with financial support. They must give them the skills necessary to manuever through the minefield of the modern dating world. If not, there could come a day when the resentment of their spouse takes the place of the missing grandchildren.

What Andrew Carnegie’s Autobiography Teaches Us About the Historical Figures of the 19th Century

What Andrew Carnegie’s Autobiography Teaches Us About the Historical Figures of the 19th Century

Andrew Carnegie’s autobiography provides a wonderful look into the history of the 1800’s. In particular, we get first-hand accounts on the famous people from that time. Carnegie was the richest man of the 1800’s, and this wealth gained him access to the prominent figures of the century.

Below are a few excerpts from his autobiography:

On Abraham Lincoln:

All the pictures of this extraordinary man are like him. He was so marked of feature that it was impossible for any one to paint him and not produce a likeness. He was certainly one of the most homely men I ever saw when his features were in repose; but when excited or telling a story, intellect shone through his eyes and illuminated his face to a degree which I have seldom or never seen in any other.

His manners were perfect because natural; and he had a kind word for everybody, even the youngest boy in the office. His attentions were not graduated. They were the same to all, as deferential in talking to the messenger boy as to Secretary Seward. His charm lay in the total absence of manner. It was not so much, perhaps, what he said as the way in which he said it that never failed to win one. I have often regretted that I did not note down carefully at the time some of his curious sayings, for he said even common things in an original way. I never met a great man who so thoroughly made himself one with all men as Mr. Lincoln.

On Ulysses S. Grant:

I never heard Grant use a long or grand word, or make any attempt at “manner,” but the general impression that he was always reticent is a mistake. He was a surprisingly good talker sometimes and upon occasion liked to talk. His sentences were always short and to the point, and his observations upon things remarkably shrewd. When he had nothing to say he said nothing. I noticed that he was never tired of praising his subordinates in the war. He spoke of them as a fond father speaks of his children.

On Mark Twain:

He had a heroine in his wife. She it was who sustained him and traveled the world round with him as his guardian angel, and enabled him to conquer as Sir Walter did. This he never failed to tell to his intimates.

Never in my life did three words leave so keen a pang as those uttered upon my first call after Mrs. Clemens passed away. I fortunately found him alone and while my hand was still in his, and before one word had been spoken by either, there came from him, with a stronger pressure of my hand, these words: “A ruined home, a ruined home.” The silence was unbroken. I write this years after, but still I hear the words again and my heart responds.

On Booker Washington:

My connection with Hampton and Tuskegee Institutes, which promote the elevation of the colored race we formerly kept in slavery, has been a source of satisfaction and pleasure, and to know Booker Washington is a rare privilege. We should all take our hats off to the man who not only raised himself from slavery, but helped raise millions of his race to a higher stage of civilization.

On Matthew Arnold:

The most charming man, John Morley and I agree, that we ever knew was Matthew Arnold. He had, indeed, “a charm”—that is the only word which expresses the effect of his presence and his conversation. Even his look and grave silences charmed.

Arnold visited us in Scotland in 1887, and talking one day of sport he said he did not shoot, he could not kill anything that had wings and could soar in the clear blue sky; but, he added, he could not give up fishing—”the accessories are so delightful.”

I am really enjoying this book. We read so many secondary sources of the 1800’s that the time period has been clouded with commentary. So when we read a primary source like Carnegie, it’s refreshing. We see that the GREAT MEN of history we’re thoroughly human, striving to climb the ladder of success in their own lives.

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On the Importance of a Trifle (Great Wisdom From Andrew Carnegie)

On the Importance of a Trifle (Great Wisdom From Andrew Carnegie)

Here is excellent excerpt from The Autobiography of Andrew Carnegie. He mentions the moment when he was given an opportunity to work for the railroad company; he would later, of course, become the one of the richest men in history:

Upon such trifles do the most momentous consequences hang. A word, a look, an accent, may affect the destiny not only of individuals, but of nations. He is a bold man who calls anything a trifle…The young should remember that upon trifles the best gifts of the gods often hang.

Touche.

There are no ordinary moments. Every minute is a chance for you to smash the life game to pieces. Every second is a chance for you to ascend the mountain of greatness, taking your rightful place among the GREAT MEN OF HISTORY.

As an aside…we should be reading the biographies of GREAT MEN. Enough with Kafka turning into an insect, or other such rubbish. You have a soul that needs filling and it cannot be wasted on the half-men of history.

There are no trifles…every moment is magic and is an opportunity for you to explode with passionate fury.

See Related Article: On the Dangers of Sophistry

Can People Change?

Can People Change?

I am afraid not.

You either have a burning desire to be great or you don’t You can either accept the ugliest truth or you can’t. You’re willing to fight back against the forces of Satanism, or you’re too weak to lift a finger. It’s one of the other and there is no room in between.

Look at yourself in the mirror. Are you capable of changing? If you are, then a relentless fire is burning inside of you. You refuse to accept defeat. You refuse to let the destroyers of life take a victory. You are RA, Apolla, Zeus…reincarnated in the flesh.

Tonight we ride!

Resolutions Must Have a Red-Pill Reality

Resolutions Must Have a Red-Pill Reality

This is the time when we get the obligatory optimism. We see people posting “Merry Christmas” and “Happy Holidays.” We see that social media is littered with a variety of “Don’t Stop Believing” quotes. And we get the typical resolutions and “you can do it” replies of encouragement.

And yet…

None of this can become a reality without a red-pill perspective (perhaps even a black pill). To make any change, you’ll have to swallow an unpleasant truth. You’ll have to spar with a bevy of lies that stand before you. You’ll have to discern the charlatans from the genuine thought leaders.

This will be painful…and most people are unwilling to accept the darkest of realities.

Resolutions must have a red pill reality. Otherwise, the words we speak during the holidays are nothing but empty platitudes.

See Related Article:  The Nice Man is Not a Great Man

On the Duplicity and Degeneracy of the Movie “Flashdance”

On the Duplicity and Degeneracy of the Movie “Flashdance”

Yesterday, the Major saw the movie Flashdance againI grew up in the 1980s, so I saw the picture when I was a hapless beta-male. Like so many modern films, the movie fails in hindsight. We realize that we were infected by a piece of degenerate art. Let’s start from the top, shall we?

Point #1 – Alexandra “Alex” Owens (Jennifer Beals) is an eighteen-year-old welder at a steel mill in Pittsburgh.

  • Bullshit! How many women do you know that are professional welders?    Moreover, if you do find one, what are the chances that she’s 18 and attractive?

Point #2 – Alex works as a stripper at night. One evening, she catches the eye of customer Nick Hurley, the owner of the steel mill where she works. After learning that Alex is one of his employees, Nick begins to pursue her on the job.

  • Bullshit again. If you were a rich Alpha male, why would you pursue a stripper?

Point #3 – Throughout the film, Alex is basically a bitch to Nick. And yet, he cannot seem to get enough of her emasculating ways. Every sarcastic comment draws him in. Every angry scowl on her face deepens his love.

  • Three strikes of bullshit…you’re out! What rich man is going to accept being perpetually denigrated by an 18-year old stripper with a malicious attitude?

The movie presents a dangerous message to both men and women. It teaches young men that it’s ok to “save” a stripper – would you instill that lesson in your son? And it teaches young women that an Alpha male will overlook their promiscuous transgressions and provide them with a life of luxury – would you instill that lesson in your daughter?

Never forget, my dear reader…the GREAT EMPIRE must have GREAT ARTWORKS by GREAT MEN. These ARTWORKS must promote a UNIVERSAL LIFE ESSENCE and HUMAN BEAUTY. We cannot accept the broken morality of degenerate art.

Two roads diverge in the woods…you can choose the Cleaver family or gay wedding cakes. There is no in between.

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