Nazi Jeans...

 

"Never argue with stupid people; they will drag you down to their level and then beat you with experience..." -- Mark Twain

The 3's are upset that a 10 is getting attention.

This is, of course, natural: women are the pettiest creatures in the universe and one of the things truly ugly -- both inside and outside -- women hate about 10's is that they get attention. A lot of attention. After all, if you're grossly obese, flat as an ironing board, have backne and the disposition of a charging rhino, if you possess the sort of personality that curdles milk five minutes before you enter any room, even one that has no milk currently in it, and festoon your otherwise unfuckable corpse with piercings, tats, and dye everything ungodly and unnatural colors, the only attention you'll get is liable to be negative.

If you also happen to be stupid, you obviously do not know the difference between "jeans" (an article of clothing) and "genes" (a hereditary unit consisting of DNA and some other biology junk), and you might be confused.

And if you also happen to be a leftard, you have a hair trigger to immediately jump on anything that can be twisted, misconstrued, presented, as being "Nazi" or "racist" or whatnot.

No matter how much-more unhinged, retarded and anal-retentive it makes you look.

Let's plainly state the facts: 

1. Sydney Sweeney is hot. Not just "good looking" or "beautiful", but smokin'. I mean, if we're just going to limit the scale from a rating of 1 through 10, she's definitely in the upper echelon of 10's. The top 0.001% of 10's. This isn't just because she has beauty, it isn't just because she has a fantastic rack and a smokin' caboose. No. What makes Sydney Sweeney absolutely gaga is that she's so goddamned feminine, a trait most American women have lost and something that truly appeals to men across the spectrum, except for those who like to bang other guys or who think they can have periods and give birth.

Those two types are jealous of her, also.

And jealousy is the main thing here. The fat, ugly retards are jealous of Sydney Sweeney. Very few men of my acquaintance have ever said to me "Man, give me a gigantic ball of obnoxious menstrual cycle with the brains of a duck and the mouth of a sewer, any day of the week."

2. The argument that the wordplay between "jeans" and "genes" refers to the Nazi experiments and the Aryan Race and all things Hitlerian, is just a dodge. Those things, strictly speaking, were the domain of the original "progressives", particularly people like the sainted Margaret Sanger and the racist Woodrow Wilson.

It's all part-and-parcel of the White Supremacy illusion, you see.

The Eugenics movement, all over the world, was promulgated by Progressives who were under the mistaken impression that "perfection" could be bred into human beings like one breeds cattle or apples in order to produce favorable traits. It also postulated that in order to protect the pristine perfect humans it thought it could create, it would be necessary to kill off the undesirables, which probably would have included about 90% of the TikTok and Instagram feministas crying about how unfair it is they were born with the looks, bodies and personalities of a constipated shar pei, which is just a camouflage for the fact that they're jealous and spiteful.

3. A few of those 3's and 4's could perhaps, if they really wanted to, make themselves 5's and 6's, and so have at least a statistical chance of getting laid by a real man instead of having to substitute rubber, plastic and other hideous bags of flesh who have to take up lesbianism to get any, at all. But that, of course, means work; it means self-improvement.

It means putting the donuts down. It means losing some weight (often, a lot of weight). It means caring about your appearance. It might mean wearing makeup. It certainly means changing your manners, your attitude, your expectations, and, of course, your deportment.

This is just too hard for the majority of the size 53 yoga pants crowd. 

Although to judge from all the men in jail and smoking crack, the Sub-Saharan female of the species doesn't seem to have this issue, particularly when one regards not just physical appearance, but also when one considers propensity for dumbfuck, lack of civility, bossiness and, of course, strictly limited vocabulary. They seem to be able to breed like mice, which is an indication that either black men have no taste, or that black men would probably fuck a catcher's mitt if it held still long enough.

Sez the Overlord, the dumbest thing America ever did was to give women the vote. The second-dumbest thing we ever did was allow them to enter government. The third-dumbest thing we ever did was to listen to them, at all.

This does not mean that I hate women; on the contrary, I love them. I love me a good lady.

There just appears to be so few of them left.

And while we're on the subject, this guy does make passes at girls who wear glasses.

But he draws the line at girls who wear metal spikes, tattoo biblical verses on their private parts or get those ridiculous Chinese pictograms, which for all you know actually say "Whore" or "Please cornhole me".

I also avoid stupid whenever possible. Poor hygiene will get you nowhere, and if you have to apply makeup with a trowel in order to hide the imperfections, you lose before you get out of the gate.

The imperfections are sometimes the things we turn out to like about you the best, Stupid.

But to return the whole "we gave too much to women" bullshit I was spouting a second ago.

What this has led to is a feminized society. It has also led to a divided society. And the division came about at the hands of women. It wasn't the call for "equality" that did it (which does not mean what you think it means, more in a moment). No, you've earned that.

It wasn't the competition for jobs that did it, either. Most of you couldn't compete for the higher-paying positions (that aren't "Missionary" or "Doggy Style") in the first place, not because lack of ability, but because of inability to take the lumps one often has to on one's way up the ladder. Success is not easy. Kudos to the ladies who achieve it.

No, what it is is The Attitude. What it is is the constantly-shifting requirements for dating you. What it is is that most of you are about as approachable -- and treacherous -- as an angry rattlesnake. This you call "being empowered".

What Men call it is "Cunt".

There's also the propensity for women to lie. Constantly.

Women lie about everything and anything from the second they arise in the morning until their heads hit the pillow before falling asleep.

It starts with the morning ritual of looking at one's self sideways in a mirror and thinking that you'll always be a size 4. It continues with the routine of putting makeup on, which is really intended to make you attractive to men (many animals use color as a clue to mating status) and which some of you have turned into a weapon against Men. You go through all the trouble of putting on that gunk, finding the most-flattering clothes, maybe working out a few times a week, and then complain when we look at you.

Which leads us to the next form of female untruthfulness, which is passive-aggressive.

This, too, is a means of deception and misdirection as any Man who has ever had these conversations can tell you:

Man: Gee honey, why the long face? Is something wrong?

Woman: No.

Man: Are you sure everything is okay.

Woman: No , really, I'm fine.

or try this classic:

Woman: Does this make me look fat?

Man: Of course not, Sweetheart,. You look fabulous.

Because both conversations, and many others which take place in the same vein, are traps. She secretly wants you to stop asking if anything is wrong, because that validates her original belief that you didn't even care enough to ask in the first place. If you cared, you'd play her little psycho game of turning the conversation into the equivalent of trying to get a mass murderer to confess to her crimes and reveal the location of all her victims.

She's testing you with a ruse.

She either wants you to lie to her so she can continue to lie to herself, or she oh-so-secretly is daring  you to tell her that designer horse blanket she has on does, indeed, make her look as chunky as all fuck, because that's just the excuse she needs -- and wants -- to unload a menstrual cycle and all the morbid and shockingly-frightening shit she has stored inside that hormone-addled skull of hers. Maybe even as the excuse for the divorce she's already been planning as soon as the honeymoon was over.

Again, she's pushing the limits to see where you break. It's fucking evil and deceitful.

They lie to themselves constantly: they believe they can be firefighters, infantrypersons, construction workers, miners, oil rig workers, CEO's, police officers, offensive linemen, you name it, if a man does it and makes anything like a decent living from it, a woman wants to do it, and when she can't, those other disagreeable banshees in government step in and force the state to make it so.

Again, I congratulate the (very few, in my experience) women who actually DO have those abilities and talents. More power to you.

The end result, usually, is that you get a hefty lesbian in a crewcut as your fire chief who goes on television while your city is burning to the ground and tells you, point blank, that if you expect her to rush into a burning building to rescue you, you're shit out of luck.

But to return to the point of ugly women in politics, one just need take a gander (through eye protection, of course) at the likes of Nancy Pelosi. Those painted-on eyebrows are higher than the golden arches at your local McDonald's. Or try Kathy Hochul, who appears too have learned to apply her make up with a spray gun and who consistently has the look on her face of someone who has just discovered the existence of yet another new batch of hemorrhoids by surprise.

Want to see Blue-Ribbon-At-The-State-Fair Ugly? I'll nominate Hillary Clinton for "Best in Show". her daughter reminds me of something duck-like. I'll nominate Maxine Waters for "Miss Congeal-eality", like a plate of old gravy left out on the back porch in the blazing sun for a few weeks.

Angel Reese, the alleged basketball player, looks like Sid the Sloth from the Ice Age movies. She is neither attractive nor talented, but loudly proclaims possession of both. I should also add that despite going to a top-flight university, she's as ghetto as all fuck.

But they all have the same qualities in common: venal, stupid, selfish, self-absorbed, (wrongly) opinionated on subjects they seem to know very little about, loud-mouthed, and unfuckable, even with a stolen dick, a blindfold and a gallon of moonshine in your belly.

You see The Lie played out in other aspects of society, as well: the WNBA, for instance, is nothing if not one of the greatest cons ever pulled. the constant parade of female sexual predators, usually schoolteachers, puts falsehood into the claim that every male is simply a rape waiting to happen.

And the amazing part about that creepy phenomenon is that a good many of those women are highly-attractive, too.

They just happen to be sick and seeking some strange form of power over young boys because they can't exercise any over Men.

And ultimately this is what this little tempest in a tampon is really all about. The Ugly Ducklings are pissed that the boys would rather drool over -- and pursue -- the Swan.

And one would think, if one thought about it logically, that when you're so obnoxiously plump that it looks as if there's bread rising in your shoes, your knees have hoods of loose flesh hanging over them and your blood type is "Mountain Dew" that the pursuit wouldn't necessarily be all that hard.

In closing, I, for one, am happy that a Sydney Sweeney came along at precisely the right time in history: in a world where femininity is disappearing, where the differences in the genders are being ignored, when women are shaving their heads (but not heir armpits) and swearing off sex they aren't having to begin with because they lost an election, Ms. Sweeney is the freshest breath of air we've had in quite some time.

You go girl, and bless both your genes and your jeans.

(Above photo by marca.com)