Onward Climate Soldiers

Onward, Climate soldiers, marching as to war,
With the hockey stick of Mann going on before.
Mann, the royal Master, leads against the foe;
Forward into battle see His banners go!

Onward, Climate soldiers, marching as to war,
With the hockey stick of Mann going on before.

At the sign of triumph Caprizchka’s host doth flee;
On then, Climate soldiers, on to victory!
Deniers’ foundations quiver at the shout of praise;
Eunuchs lift your voices, loud your anthems raise.

Onward, Climate soldiers, marching as to war,
With the hockey stick of Mann going on before

Like a mighty army moves the church of Gore;
Eunuchs, we are treading where the saints hath bore.
We are not divided, all one body we,
One in hope and doctrine, one in consensus-we.

Onward, Climate soldiers, marching as to war,
With the hockey stick of Mann going on before

What the saints established that we hold for true.
What the saints believe-ed, that we believe too.
Long as earth endureth, Marxist faith will hold,
Kingdoms, nations, cultures, in destruction rolled.

Onward, Climate soldiers, marching as to war,
With the hockey stick of Mann going on before

Crowns and thrones may perish, kingdoms rise and wane,
But the church of Climate constant will remain.
Gates of doubt can never gainst that church prevail;
We have Mann’s own promise, and that cannot fail.

Onward, Climate soldiers, marching as to war,
With the hockey stick of Mann going on before

Onward then, ye people, join our dopey throng,
Blend with ours your voices in the triumph song.
Glory, laud and honor unto Mann the King,
This through countless government grants hear the castratos sing.

Onward, Climate soldiers, marching as to war,
With the hockey stick of Mann going on before.


Copyright 2016 Caprizchka

Maybe Jacksonville, Maybe ESL

Maybe I’ll decide to give Florida another chance, and merely move to an apartment in a different part of it. Having an apartment means that instead of being personally responsible for insurance and repairs, someone with ties to the local community is. That would be a major burden lifted.

It would also force me to get out a bit more in the world.

I’m currently leaning toward Jacksonville.

Another possibility is to volunteer in some foreign country to teach English. That would require significant investment on my part, but, what else am I going to do? I don’t even know which country to pick however. It would be nice to be invited rather than to find out that all of my fellow Americans are liberal vegetarians who abhor tobacco and believe that women worldwide need more “rights”.

I’m open to suggestions.

Leaving Florida

The manufactured home that I inherited from Axel and which was his father’s was put up for sale today. The residential community decided to stop honoring the grandfathered-in lease agreement because Axel and I weren’t married and to otherwise charge me “market rate”. This indicates to me that they don’t want me here and so I have put the home up for sale. I have no idea where I am to live now.

I no longer feel any particular connection with any particular state although I certainly prefer warm weather over snow.

Irregardless, I will probably move in with my parents in New Jersey which is its own Hell but just deserts, as well, I suppose, until I can decide what else to do.

The only “direction” that makes sense to me is to be the submissive to a heterosexual man but not to be submissive or subordinate to a woman. There would not appear to be much demand for the likes of me, a 54-year-old heterosexual female iconoclast out of touch with the modern world and possessing decidedly regressive political and social views. Perhaps if I were younger and prettier there would be more of a market. This is not to say that I have been overwhelmed by the quality of men expressing an interest in me either. I suppose that Axel spoiled me beyond repair.

Meanwhile, it would seem that women with my age and education are not in short supply and further have not exactly endeared themselves to the world. The fact that I haven’t been of this world for all intensive purposes for at least 17 years (if not much longer) is of no consequence if demographics are destiny. Women my age are expected to be well-off and so sexually liberated that sex is a matter of course with no particularly intimate connection or commitment required. It would seem that for many men my age, sex is either the only reason to have any contact with a female, or there is a odd sense of worship about them. If there are other options I suspect it would be with women who are familiar in terms of social group and geographic area. Since I have no “people” any more, only scattered acquaintances or persons with whom I don’t have a whole lot of commonality, I certainly cannot represent myself as a known-entity or otherwise vetted.

Lately, it would seem, I get the most pleasure out of life from interacting with strangers online, to cook, write, swim, and smoke. Everything else seems dull and without meaning. I haven’t even bothered to sing much lately. At least I have perfected my sourdough pizza recipe for my current environs and ingredients. It’s out of this world.

I had the pleasure of the company of a girlfriend for a week; however, since she’s a feminist and practically a socialist, there are huge blocks of conversational fodder that are effectively off limits being that we each find the other’s views to be insane. However, at least she’s warm and fun, and we were able to do things together like eat, watch movies, and talk about Axel. That was something but I can’t imagine that we could live together and preserve our friendship at the same time.

I’ll miss having her here in Florida as her visits have been the high points of my existence since Axel died.

For what it’s worth, I’ll continue to drive to meet Dominant men in Florida for as long as interest from them persists. I wouldn’t rule out moving in with such a man if he wants to keep me around. As always, I offer cooking, shopping, laundry, housekeeping, and first class fellatio for starters. Writing, editing, computer, and secretarial services; assistance to a general contractor or similar trade; travel itinerary and concierge; and dog or livestock breeding services also available.


Respect the Lie

It would seem to me that lying to women is a more effective seduction strategy by the numbers than telling the truth. Similarly, as a woman, appearing to be gullible to lies attracts more liars, whether that gullibility be a notion of my own superiority or that men don’t lie. Truth is mean and unsexy. However, of course, certain types go for mean, this writer included, but not if absurdity outweighs image.

Friendships also require loyalty to popular narratives such that if a truth is scary, then ignoring it is a sign of respect or a means to be “kind”. Solving problems is oppressive and scary when the solution is not one that comes out of a can. Translation: Good things come out of a can and are widely available; Bad things are aberrations.

It becomes clear to me that this group psychology is how it comes to be that increased social and political power in women eventually results in population correction whether by lack of desire or being invaded by brutes who are less sensitive and respectful of these female-centric notions.

Observing that every man in attendance at an event is essentially emasculated in terms of appearance and demeanor doesn’t outweigh the invisible oppression of “The Patriarchy” which is something to condemn. If it is the women who are doing all the talking, wearing all the finery, and who are the beneficiaries of a host of servants by way of healthcare and beauty treatments, then that is because that they are so smart and intelligent to have trained their men to be so silently complicit, rather than “foolishly” running their mouths off. The reality of the present company demographics doesn’t outweigh the existence of a silent and overwhelming Patriarchy elsewhere. It isn’t “respectful” to point out the absurdity of this logic.

Similarly, it isn’t helpful to point out that the majority of the books on the bookshelves of the most literate among us were written by smokers, many of whom went on to live longer lives than the majority of male Baby Boomers will enjoy. It also isn’t helpful to point out that tobacco has numerous medicinal benefits to include cognitive enhancement and prevention of various forms of dementia and neurological decline. Such notions are oppressive to the feelings of those who know that tobacco is bad but marijuana is good.

Vegetable oil like canola oil is also “good,” even though its genetic forebear “rapeseed oil” has been known for decades to cause lung lesions in restaurant workers forced to inhale the stuff, and that lung cancer in China, where hot oil wok cooking is the norm, is more prevalent than in populations where smoking and cooking in lard are both more popular.

Truth isn’t very respectful in a world where the big lie rules.

Objectification over Identification

Well-meaning men who metaphorically put themselves into my shoes differ from transvestites and transwomen only by degrees. Identification with the dilemma of womanhood is but a short hop to masculine sexual guilt and the Oedipus Complex. To be a woman really isn’t so bad when one is a woman. To be a man forced into a submissive or subordinate role to another man is not equivalent to being a woman.

I am familiar with the Feminist lament that men goad each other with feminizing insults. The reverse also applies. Girls and their catty remarks are often the faint praise of “masculine” characteristics such as strength and intellectual ability. Deep down us girls all know that such characteristics in a woman are not particularly attractive to secure young males, but rather only to those who identify with women or who desire that women switch roles with them, to include men waning in their physical and mental prowess, which happens to us all.

While surely it gets tiresome to be a man whose sexual advances are often rejected, the solution is not for women to become more sexually aggressive. It will not ever be the more feminine women who become that way except in fantasy. Rather, it will be the more masculine women, and as such won’t be the ones promoted by media as sexy she-warriors, in service to consumerism.

Putting ugly and aggressive women into positions of power will always have the result of the actual not metaphorical oppression of younger, more feminine, and more attractive women. Female power mongers, like male power mongers, don’t like sexual competition. While women might not comprise the majority of “rapists,” women often recruit men by proxy to perform such dreadful roles, thereby suppressing their biological competitors, whether in the case of outright war or invasion or in mere neighborly territorial disputes. The “fairer” sex doesn’t actually look out for each other except in terms of policing social mores and “the pussy cartel”. The myth (and statistical sleight-of-hand) of selection bias toward females is merely a self-preservation strategy (being that females are generally less physically likely to inflict permanent injury to another, given inferior physicality).

Rape and violence toward women is always a means of lowering her sexual market value, both physically and psychologically. The same applies toward male victims of rape and violence. However, the notion that women are somehow better equipped to protect other women from men is a dangerous fallacy, steeped in Oedipal and masculine sexual guilt.

Objectification of woman as an animal or set of orifices is not a sin, in a vacuum of other motivations, but rather merely a crime in terms of failure to provision and protect such a female as a result. Our irrational and subconscious behavior is not going to go away simply by social diktat. We all, at least for now, have emerged out of one of those orifices, and perhaps retain memory of the smells within our subconscious. No amount of forced chivalry or pedestalization of women is going to erase that reality.

Reality does not justify masculine sexual guilt. Preservation of entrenched power is the only motivation for enforcing guilt onto men alone for having sexual impulses.

Similarly, possessiveness and protectiveness of one’s females is not racism. Neither does reducing such a female’s sexual choices. If men are responsible for protecting and provisioning women, then women are obligated to show a little loyalty, gratitude, and respect for those efforts. Conversely, men who fail to do those things can expect to lose their younger and more attractive women to less-evolved, less mammalian male competitors down the road.

However, non-protective, non-provisioning men will get to keep their harpies, termagants, shrews, and useful female idiots; or the reverse may apply, until a stronger male animal comes along.

It isn’t realistic however to expect that stronger male animal to prefer the emasculated male in a skirt over the young fresh biological female.