Preface: I am not advocating you fight another person to change yourself. Go see a shrink if you think violence is the answer for you. That said…
“You’re damn right my grandfather was in the KKK, just like my Dad is and just like I am.”
I blearily stared at a short, but fit, white man as I sipped my Keystone Light. I set my cup on the edge of the beer pong table as I regarded the man. He was in my apartment, drinking my booze and he had the audacity to brag about abusing people for the color of their skin. Still, I was most assuredly drunk, as I had been running the beer pong table with six consecutive wins. My female partner was doing her best Tim Tebow impersonation in the game as she couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn with a volleyball. I brushed by her as she said to me, “2Wycked, don’t do anything stupid!”
My friend had already told the man and his KKK posse of six guys that racism wasn’t cool. As I approached the situation, the man refused to back down, saying that it was high time the “negro disesase was eliminated once and for all.” I approached the man and asked, “What in the hell are you running your mouth about?”
His jaw stiffened as he shifted the dip in his mouth from left to right. Arms akimbo, he stated, “I hate niggers.” He stepped so close to me the fetid stench of his Skoal Wintergreen stung my nose, “You don’t like them niggers now do you?”
I didn’t flinch as he was in my face and I retorted sternly, “Get the fuck out.” We maintained eye contact for a tense several seconds as he backed up. “I can tell we got a bunch of nigger lovers in here. Let’s go outside for a smoke, boys.”
They left the apartment and went over to the apartment of a friend directly across from mine. I breathed a sigh of relief, as we were outnumbered 6 to 4 and I was in no mood for a fight. For the moment, the music was back on and people were vibing again. I took a shot of nasty rum with some of the whores at my party right before I noticed two of my friends had gone outside.
Outside, the racist was in my friend’s face again, this time demanding he give him one of his Marlboro cigarettes. My friend had refused and I walked out just as the man stepped on my friend’s foot with his black cowboy boot and spit on my friend’s white American Eagle polo. “You are begging for an ass-beating,” he drawled.
I rushed out to try to break it up just as a fist crushed the side of my face. The blow completely caught me off guard and I fell against the woodwork framing the stairs down to the parking lot. I got back up and swung on the asshole who clocked me. His over-sized cowboy hat flew off his head as I broke his nose and doused his button-down shirt with blood. He was very drunk and took a couple seconds to recover. I was staring him down as he took a wild shot that I easily dodged. I grabbed his body and slammed him against the same wood railing he pushed me into. He stumbled for a few moments before he tucked his tail between his legs and bolted for the stairs to the parking lot.
I had realized that every apartment’s light was on and everybody was outside. My female neighbors were shrieking and throwing hysterical meltdowns. One girl sputtered, “Stupid ass boys and your stupid ass fights!” She pounded the keys of her flip-phone furiously as she dialed 911. My friend had gotten struck in the face and had squirts of blood trailing down his white shirt. My one friend was knocked out by the stairs, snoozing hard. The women had flocked to him, cradling his bleeding skull in their arms. By this time, all the KKK members were headed for the exits, fleeing to their cars.
I got down the stairs, only to get blindsided on right side of my head again. Dude immediately fled to his friend’s car. My fourth friend got Bruce Lee cross-kicked in the chest and flew a good few feet in the air before landing right on his ass. My friend with the white polo and I watched as they all got into their two separate cars right as police pulled into the parking lot, barring any exit by them.
The drivers got collared for DUI and the remaining racists were arrested for battery. One of my friends had to go to the ER as a result of the serious head trauma he endured. Statements were given on our part, with multiple sobbing women recounting their stories to reassuring and comforting police figures. I waived treatment for my wounds, telling the medical officials that “Bandages are for women. I have more beer to drink.”
By the time this was all settled, the morning was dawning. I reopened my apartment, with the music still blaring. I believe it was R. Kelly’s “Rock Star” that was playing. I turned off my surround sound. Shuffling to my refrigerator, I grabbed a Bud Light. I couldn’t find an ice pack in my freezer, so I grabbed a bag of frozen sweet peas. I turned on my PS3 and settled into my leather couch. I mindlessly watched an episode of “The Office” as I nursed my throbbing skull with a quickly defrosting bag of peas. I leaned back and fell asleep as I think Dwight was getting AMOG’d by Jim again.
I awoke the next day, surprisingly refreshed. Since I didn’t drink myself into the black and cooled off a bit before sleeping, my hangover was next to non-existent. I grabbed a bacon cheeseburger with a bunch of fries at my favorite joint run by two Lebanese brothers downtown.
Then, I went to the police station, where I gave another statement and followed up about the racists. The officer I talked with chuckled, saying men like those dudes usually shut the fuck up pretty quickly when a big, black police officer escorts them around jail. He told me, odds are, it was the booze talking. They ramped-up general, sober prejudice turned it into cocky, beer-infused bravado to show off. He ended the conversation, saying that absolutely no charges are being considered against us and told us to simply be grateful that nobody got seriously injured – outside of my friend who got a severe concussion and a broken nose.
Later that night, after going to see a movie, we got together again. One of my friends leaned over and said, “I gotta be honest, that was pretty fucking awesome.” All the men the in room smirked as the women guffawed and a chubby blonde even booed.
Truth is, every man in the room who had been in a fight knew what my friend was talking about. I knew. I knew the rush of a physical contest between males can bring. I instinctively knew about defending my own values against prurient and hateful views of humanity. In sum, the experience was exhilarating.
As we drank once more unto the brink — as only college kids can do — all four of us (the concussed man abstained from beverages, opting for weed) talked intermittently about the fight. “Remember when 2Wycked bashed that faggot into the railing?,” “Man, remember when the KKK leader punched straight away to start the fight? I was 100% ready to fuck up these jackasses!”
After a taking a shot of some God-awful Skol, a future ex-wife blurted out, “God, it was so hot when 2Wycked beat that dude up!” Some women chose to remain silent, a couple other females smirked and looked away and one woman said point blank, “Look, it’s hot when boys fight and win.” I smirked at the original girl and leaned forward, “I am so glad we are friends.” I continued to smirk as the party starting laughing.
The undeniable truth is that, for men, sparring and physical confrontation is inevitable, necessary even. Sometimes only with the blunt end of a fist or the butt of gun can some men be corralled into being better people or simply controlled. There are some men you can never reach. No wisdom of a pastor can alter these men’s pysche, no reassuring advice of a shrink can rehabilitate their sickly ignorant minds. Only through violent coercion are these men changed so they stop hurting others. Violence and war are never off the table simply because there exist people who simply won’t do right by the world.
However, more broadly, being in a fight changes a man. The drab day-to-day of a modern man’s life is stultifying. Movies like “Fight Club” exist because the modern man is shunted and forced into roles he would rather not take, but needs to provide for himself and those around him. The pressures the modern man faces can’t be stomped out by force nor can’t be rectified with the double-barred end of Remington shotgun to a person’s head.
That being said, the sheer rush a man experiences with anticipation of a physical battle of wills nigh is second to none. Actually being in a fight – that is a whole other beast. I have only been on the losing end once and still, after licking both your flesh and mental wounds, there was a serious personal rush. It is no wonder that many cultures have emphasized that a boy doesn’t become a man until he has killed a living creature, most usually an animal.
A man has to confront is testosterone-infused aggression, come to terms with and tame it ways that benefit not just himself but the people he cares about. A man might, instead of being a reflexively-aggressive MRA, become a lawyer and do his utmost to right the wrongs against men in family court across America. He might start a non-profit and deal with the male problem of homelessness.
Still — and this relates to fucking beautiful women — once a man fights, he is calm. I have known men to be at each other’s throats and grappling back and forth, only to be getting drunk at the bar, bonding over how the Packers are a shit NFL team.
Once men act out their aggression, there is a great change for healing. I remember one of the arresting officers asking the self-professed KKK leader, “Seriously, man, what the hell is wrong with you?” The man remained silent. The officer looked at him patiently before leading him back to the squad car simply saying, “You are young. It is so sad to see so much hate and anger in a young man. I hope you can move past this.” The officer put him in the back of his squad car.
One of the most misunderstood aspects of male violence is the cathartic effect it can have. It can be used to express personal frustration with somebody, only to have those differences resolved through physical confrontation. However, it can also be an outlet for displeasure with the self that leads to personal growth.
I have no idea if the KKK lover ever changed his life. Yet, I can’t even count on one hand how many times a man’s life is transformed through an aggressive act — a beatdown, verbal smackdown, self-harm — only to lead to wildly successful personal change.
How many times have you read about a man coming off another alcohol-infused bender ending in a DUI only to get the help he needs? Maybe a man beats the living shit out another man, only to find personal salvation through true change? Possibly, he spews hateful rhetoric against blacks, only to realize that is very wrong and harmful and becoming a better person? Probable? No, but like Kevin Garnett once said, anything is possible and everybody can change.
Fighting represents the culmination of male frustration with themselves, others or society in general. It is natural by-product of being a man and is sometimes necessary for who you can’t reach. However, what is most striking about fighting is the healing it can engender in both parties. It seems very counter-intuitive, but 100% true.
Fighting another man can change your life only if you understand why you are fighting.
Comments from people siding with the KKK guys in 5…4…3…2…
Sorry, but I’m too busy imagining the women putting on more, and looser, clothes.
Liquid courage….turns men into bitches, making them think they can fight and beat everyone, just like a feminist who takes Taekwondo classes and is ready to challenge Chuck Norris.
Heh.
If you do nothing else, take a full contact martial art, and learn to take actual blows.
Non-contact dancers are infamous for folding up in tournaments when they take a real blow.
And agree on the alcohol. If it effects your reflexes and judgement, it’s time to stop.
“feminist who takes Taekwondo classes and is ready to challenge Chuck Norris.”
Ah, I’m not the only one noticing those. Here they take a few women’s self defense classes (where you don’t take a single real strike) and they think they can beat a man.
I have to agree, unfortunately from experience. If I didn’t stop I’d end up killed by somebody who could really fight.
Taekwondo is a joke.
” I waived treatment for my wounds, telling the medical officials that “Bandages are for women. I have more beer to drink.””
I read untill this point. Then I realized the entire article was bs.
Yeah, fighting is all about the thrill of being a man. The process of being a man doesn’t stop there either. Then you get to be arrested for assault if you’ve truly given the other guy a beating, get to go to jail for a day, then max out your credit card as you pay a lawyer to keep you out of more jail time. Oh, and lets not forget if the court system decides it really wants to teach you a lesson then you enjoy more incarceration and being fired from your job.
Life is not “Fight Club”…if you think it is than enjoy your new criminal record.
Indeed! It’s easy as hell these days to get charged in Canada with what used to be just ‘good old boys having fun’. Everybody’s so damn gay these days they automatically call 911 like a woman.
Anyway, I paid a lawyer $1000 for a false spousal assault charge that was dropped; if it had proceeded to court it would have cost me $15,000 to $20,000. And my ex wonders why I never went back to her. “Well if I get charged with spousal assault when I’ve never hit a woman in my life, just because your pretentious, delicate friends were on a camping trip with us (who I didn’t want there in the fucking beginning) and saw me give you a slight bite on your hand after you were slapping me in my mouth, fuck you, this marriage is OVER!” 😀
wow…..you need something positive in your life to release all that messed up past…. try a bit of this guy… http://www.youtube.com/rsdtyler
Oh yeah, it was messed up alright. Stubborn old bitch.
I’d raise my voice and she’d say, “Why are you freaking out!? Please just talk like a normal person.”
“I was talking like a normal person for the last hour, weren’t you listening!?!”
Like I said, when a woman says, “Let’s talk things out,” it means, “Let me do all the talking and if I don’t get my way by the time I’m done, it doesn’t matter, I’m getting my way anyhow!”
I swear, men should be allowed to slap a woman 8 times per month. That’s the only way some of them will ‘listen’.
You want communication? Feel the hand, bitch!
Women seem to have this crazy idea that communication means shut the fuck up and listen and then do as I say…
As they age and lose their sexual appeal advantage, they seem to get crazier and crazier. That’s what’s great about being a man; if a woman tries to make me feel bad by criticizing my balding head, my greying chest hair, my wrinkles, I just don’t give a fuck. But mention the increasing number of lines on her face, her sagging tits, her flabby ass, and it drives her into a mental abyss.
This works extremely well on once-gorgeous girls. 😀
It is indeed satisfying to rub all of this shit in their faces. I mean, most of us were betas at age 18. Men don’t really start to “alpha up” until around age 30.
So it is fun to go to all the chicks who were hot in high school, and insult them in very subtle and slight ways.
Time is the great equalizer for men.
The old joke: Women don’t want to hear a man’s opinion, they just want to hear what they said in a deeper voice.
When I met my ex’s boyfriend, I smiled and said, “You’re a lucky guy, she’s still got some good mileage left in her!” 😀
Afterwards when I was alone with her as I was replacing her hot water heater, she wailed, “So I still have some good mileage do I !!!!????” I laughed and laughed and she hit me in the chest and said, “You fucking bastard!” 😀
I’ll say it again. Wanna get revenge at your 20 year reunion? Show up well-dressed and fit and PRETEND YOU CAN’T REMEMBER THEM. The hotter they were, the harder they’ll try.
Strangely enough, that’s also what they think cooperation means.
one of tom leykis’ rules is that if your woman calls the police on you even once, break up immediately and never speak to her again.
Just 8?
>D You too?
not sure if it would be believable to say you don’t remember them. perhaps it would be better to say hi politely then proceed to ignore them outright, allthewhile dhv-ing
Rather than women getting crazier and crazier I wonder if it is actually that they have always been that crazy but as they age the lust shield diminishes.
Actually, there are a few I was surprised I didn’t remember. 20 years is a long time…awkward part is avoiding the ex-wife and her friends…
“As they age and lose their sexual appeal advantage, they seem to get crazier and crazier.”
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I swear, I saw a character just like that in “La Reina del Sur” (Queen of the South).
The reason why the heroine of the tale got busted by the cops for a crime she didn’t commit (for the second time) was because some old bat started shrieking like a mad woman about how she “saw” the heroine kill the victim in a dumpster.
All the hot, sexy young women around this wretched old woman, in contrast, were much more calm and tranquil, they knew they didn’t have to shout all kinds of crazy babosadas get any real attention and they acted accordingly.
“As they age and lose their sexual appeal advantage, they seem to get crazier and crazier.”
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I swear, I saw a character just like that in “La Reina del Sur” (Queen of the South).
The reason why the heroine of the tale got busted by the cops for a crime she didn’t commit (for the second time) was because some old bat started shrieking like a mad woman about how she “saw” the heroine kill the victim in a dumpster.
All the hot, sexy young women around this wretched old woman, in contrast, were much more calm and tranquil, they knew they didn’t have to shout all kinds of crazy babosadas get any real attention and they acted accordingly.
You don’t need to hit them, read heartiste if you don’t already do, he’s a master at keeping his women in check.
Twice a week ought to be enough to keep a sensible woman in line. Ahhh, to dream.
Amen to that!!!
listen to A Bitch iz a Bitch by NWA
Here, test the girl that’s kinda snobby (a’ight)
And I bet you dissin niggas is her hobby
And after she finished the test
Write today a B-I-T-C-H
And watch her get mad ’cause she know it’s true (she know it)
But a nigga like me, I say ‘fuck you’
Do like Ice Cube, slam her ass in a ditch (slam her ass)
‘Cause a bitch is a bitch
So the need reduces when you’re in a relationship? Lol.
Unfortunately, that’s true.
Criminal background checks, drug tests, credit history, all things your prospective employer will use as a reason not to give you the job.
There are smarter and much more devious ways of getting even with someone, and revenge is a dish best served cold.
Exactly. I can understand dreaming over an extremely masculine lifestyle, beating anyone a little too mouthy.
In real life, it gets really expensive really fast, and if you’re somewhat successful, it’s extremly easy to ruin your career that way.
Punching everyone could have worked 50 years ago. Today you’re better off being the mouthy one.
And as cameras become more prevalent (you think there are a lot now? HA!) it is just going to get harder and harder to get away with unplanned violence of any kind.
The sentence made me laugh too, but I think it’s only due to the post-fight phase of excitement and ego-boost. The whole article relates a feeling that few men have experienced nowadays, simply because they are too scared to fight – and from what I read in the comments, the negative answers to this article seem mostly to be attempts of rationalisation of that fear.
I agree with the author: once you’ve been in a fight, you see life from another side, with more clarity. Cheers to 2Wycked to share this view with a brilliant writing.
One of the things that shocked me when I was a freshman in college a decade ago: meeting guys who had never been in any sort of fisticuffs.
One fight is good, a few fights are good, but moderation in all things. It all depends on a man’s temperament and background: someone good suburban kids are little effected by blood lust, some urban and rural working class fellows end up enjoying it more than pussy.
In the latter case it leads to an anti-social downward spiral. If you take the time to read the heroic sagas of Antiquity this is a pervasive problem among war-like men throughout history. From Gilgamesh, to the Greek Heroes. In fact many religious rituals are meant to be symbolic expiation and coming to terms with the realities of shedding blood.
One example was the Panatheniac festive of Ancient Greece where a bull was lead to Athena’s altar and beheaded, the sacrificer then threw away his axe and fled. This is a common theme repeated in ritual after ritual, even in the Catholic Mass.
“One of the things that shocked me when I was a freshman in college a decade ago: meeting guys who had never been in any sort of fisticuffs.”
Amen bro.
Who the heck makes it out of 13 years of school (K-12) as a guy and doesn’t have at least ONE fight. Heck, I didn’t look for fights and I had a couple dozen in grade school alone!
What a bunch of Yankee horseshit. We’ve all been in fights. The story is trying to argue that starting a fight with someone who is “mouthing off” is manly. I rooted for the Klan all the way through this hunk of 9th grade fantasy.
The cartoonish depiction of the imaginary Klan members didn’t give it away?
I wonder if he’d have been as quick to tell this story or react the way he did if it had been six black dudes rather than KKK guys.
Nah, those sound like typical farmer-cowboy collegiate cunts. They know how to square dance, they love America, and they hate terrisms. I knew this article was bs because no ROK poster is a white knight SJW. The real reason to kick them out would be to remove 6 substandard-IQ self-aggrandizing farmboys.
Whatever Klan members left are in the South, mostly older, and very insular. You won’t find them at parties w/ outsiders.
Cowboy/farmer types are in the mid and southwest.
Shit is fake.
It’s just the usual, anti-white, Jew bullshit.
quote: “” I waived treatment for my wounds, telling the medical officials that “Bandages are for women. I have more beer to drink.””
I read untill this point. Then I realized the entire article was bs.”
Good point, and what does the photo of the skags have to do with the article?
To show me how tired I am getting of chicks with perfectly white teeth and fake smiles and nothing inside their skulls?
I’ve gotten in real fights. Here’s a real fight.
Last time happened in a club in 西安 three years ago. A woman I worked with had been irritating her boyfriend with vocal comparisons of him to that sexy beast at her work. That’s me. So you follow me, right?
Co-workers go for a night-out with significant others invited. He’s super-nice, buys me a lot of rounds pretending to be friendly, and then when I’m in ‘Love the World’ mode and try to drunkenly hug him, he elbows me in the face.
We’re on the floor, wrestling, and the bouncers come, guy says I start it, and since I was drunker and getting the better of it, they believe him. They grab me by my feet and by fistfuls of my medium length hair and toss me out on the pavement. He walks out.
Outside, he makes threats at me about, if I look at his girl, he’ll fucking kill me, and I thought, “Who the fuck is this little shit to think threats scare me?” and I pop him one good shot that will give him a black eye, then we’re back to retarded drunken grappling and wild swings.
Dumb bitch gets between us, saying “Nathan, stop it! Stop it!” and “Nathan, you just hit me! Stop hitting him!”
That’s right. When the cards were down, the bitch supported the faggot that she had been castrating for months, and she was dumb enough to get between us. Fuck if i even realised she was there! If she didn’t want to be hit, why did she step between us?
I stop, drunkenly crying that I’m sorry, and the guy gets off a dozen more shots while I’m trying to disengage.
Buddy bundles me off into a taxi and gets me home. We both have black eyes, and the girl comes into work and tells me his black eye is uglier, as if I should give a shit.
Later, I hear from mutual friends that the guy is bragging about how he stomped me senseless.
The end.
Take home lesson of this story? Cut your hair short.
Also, be extremely cold and slightly dickish to any females in your workplace, You do not wish to become ‘that guy’ unbeknownst to you when some feminist is castrating her boyfriend.
OH AND ALSO…. FIGHTING IS A FUCKING WASTE OF TIME, AND FIGHTING FOR WOMEN IS BULLSHIT. IT WILL PROVE NOTHING TO THEM ABOUT YOU AND MERELY SATISFY THEIR OWN EGOS.
OH AND ALSO…. GROW THE FUCK UP.
I didn’t read the article but those women in that picture all look disgusting to me.
Yeah, huh? A sample snapshot featuring a herd of american females raised on bubblegum tabloids and soft-porn teen shows on cable. Same fucking hair. Zombie party-pic smile, void of any redeeming sincerities. All of them dressed like whores, and not for a joke. The end result of 10+ years rotating their undivided attentions from their cell phone, to The Bachelor, over to facebook, and back to texting. Maybe a time out for a vodka lemon drop and a zannie, or maybe a fight with mom. The only way it works: all 5 at once. And, that’s AFTER the bottle of jack and mud wrestling in cheerleader outfits.
yeah … herpes on a stick… with the brain power of a single celled organism…
Good eye! I didn’t catch the condom. Wow, talk about garbage.
Didn’t read article but feels compelled to keyboard jockey in comments section.
Banned.
That’s pretty heavy handed for a neutral, unprovocative comment. Was that really necessary?
Tits or GTFO
(this is a site for masculine MEN. What are you doing on a site for men, other than being a childish little attention whore? grow the fuck up, you pathetic little girl)
Tits or GTFO
Qunitus respectfully, I agree that that Derrick fellow is a jerk to just simply comment on the photos of the women, but is there something else going on with that guy? Has he trolled other articles and been an annoying idiot? I just do not see the logic in banning someone simply for a juvenile remark.
How about banning a few women too, while you’re at it?
Just a friendly suggestion.
Here’s a vote that one of the girls in the photo is QC’s girlfriend / sister / cousin, or looks just like her.
Do I hear the beep-beep-beeping of a garbage truck backing up? Quick, toss out the trash!
Fighting can be great fun when you’re young, when you’ve got nothing to lose.
But us older guys with assets have to watch ourselves. I sent a guy to the hospital for stitches a little over a month ago and if he wasn’t drunk and violating the rules of the premises I’d have had a lawsuit on my hands. I was drunk too, but that’s part of the reason I quit drinking: needless liability issues.
You have to watch yourselves; it’s real easy to suffer brain injuries and they can easily turn fatal. The actress Natasha Richardson simply fell on ice, hit her head, and was dead the next day. A year ago I got into it with a well-practiced bouncer and my head slammed to the concrete sidewalk at full force. Luckily I have strong bones, but still I suffered the effects of concussion for a month or so afterwards.
It’s better to take up boxing or some martial art and get your aggressions out that way.
i believe the conclusion to be drawn here is: don’t go around trying to start shit, but if trouble finds you, you have to be able to defend yourself.
“You have to watch yourselves; it’s real easy to suffer brain injuries and they can easily turn fatal.”
It’s also easy to unintentionally inflict those brain injuries, which is very dangerous legally.
“It’s better to take up boxing or some martial art and get your aggressions out that way.”
Great advice.
ugh.
I forgot to mention the part where I knocked out Mike Tyson and 3 navy seal/child molesters with one fell swoop of my 32″ cock. My girl was all like “2 Wycked you’re my big daddy hero” and I was all like “shut up baby, I know it”
Then I got the award for being the bestest ever from THE Hulk Hogan!
Chuck Norris approves this message.
I got my jaw broken on St. Paddy’s day a couple years ago….
I’ve been in lightening fast alley brawls that seemed to drag on for ages…
I’ve almost been mugged, only a sense of awareness prevented it…
I’ve been violently black out drunk more times than I want to admit…
I’ve knocked out men with one punch in stand up fights…
Usually afterwards there is severe shaking and some vomiting, not to mention emotion and adrenalin dumps.
Go to the nearest ghetto and the locals will reward you for your anti-racist crusade by robbing and beating/killing your cracker ass.
Wise words. You can’t show compassion to animals. With animals, all you can do is beat them with a stick.
Sorry for that metaphor, but I was working on a farm before and so I have plenty of experience beating up animals and cattle and hitting them with sticks.
Wise words. You can’t show compassion to animals. With animals, all you can do is beat them with a stick.
Sorry for that metaphor, but I was working on a farm before and so I have plenty of experience beating up animals and cattle and hitting them with sticks..
Sorry for the double post, I got signed out of my discus account for some reason
Are you the John Doe that used to have a Guy Fawkes mask avatar? If yes, then I shouldn’t be too surprised that you’re anti-semitic and racist.
What a worthless piece of shit. I hope somebody is decent enough to put a bullet in you.
Tits or GTFO
“Tits or GTFO” Wise words.
The idea is not to even dignify them with a proper response. To just treat them like the dumb stupid cattle that they are and move on.
Wiser still, and something I need to do better at.
And he was not advocating cruelty to actual animals, he was saying that such is often the way one needs to deal with people who behave like animals,moron.
I don’t care what he was or was not advocating. If you take pleasure in beating up animals, that makes you a psychopath and you need to be exterminated for the betterment of the human race.
Not so, sometimes you need to. Like for instance take the shark-wolverine-liger-pit bull hybrid I had to knock out with one blow..it was Chuck Liddell’s attack pet that he set on me after him and Bas Ruten kept losing against me even though they both had bats, them and these KKK zombies on roids and….
Animals are not human beings. Animal cruelty laws are bullshit with no moral basis in any country where people eat meat. Whether you keep them comfortable or not, they’re still ultimately bred for slaughter. And if you pretend to accord them rights, that’s where you’re proven fake.
On the other hand, in a country where people eat plants… we meat-eaters fuck your women, and they love it.
To quote Jeremy Bentham, the question is not Can they reason? nor Can they talk? but Can they suffer?
My opinion still stands and I have no interest in changing yours.
You are a slut. Now suck my dick and then kill yourself.
Your opinion is fucking shit. Now get your head out of your ass you arrogant, pompous vile bitch.
Are you a woman who is a king, in which case you are a queen, or are you a man who thinks he is a king of women? I’m assuming the former from the profile picture.
The whole animal rights nonsense is another Jew-driven ploy to bring down White countries by giving everyone and everything rights but the White,Christian people who belong there rightfully.
Racist.
Come to the suburbs and some of us black guys will buy you a beer. Go to the trailer park and they might shoot you for being a race traitor. Poor people suck yah?
lol the big bitch at the end has a condom tucked in her bra. I’m not gonna lie and say these chicks aren’t physically attractive but I have to admit there is just something about the trashiness that is a major turn-off. Anyone know how to get past that? It’s not the promiscuity that is a turn-off; the brash pride they try to show is what really gets me because it seems so forced and mannish. Idk guess I’ve still got a little beta left to kill.
Well, they are good looking. But they are attention whores. Goy their tits and pussies hanging out for the whole world to see.
See, thats what happens when Mangina fathers and feminist moms bring up daughters in this society. They turn into attention whore, herpes infected drunk skeezes like the ones in the pic.
Majority of these mangina fathers are men from the baby boomer generation. As the baby boomers start to die off more and more, we’ll see less of this disgusting beta male behavior.
we’ll be in the dirt long before this change trickles down to the society at large.. for the purposes of this life, we have to assume shit will stay as it is, if not degrade more. anything else is just wishful thinking.
It’s like you want to slap them for their own good or something; I’m not saying that out of spite but rather from a place of love. Sometimes people(male and female) need someone to guide them with some discipline. It really is a societal problem, everyone needs discipline not just males.
Oh well I ain’t gonna try to save these chicks but it sure is sad seeing women with potential wasting it.
This could have been a great article without making up such an obviously fake story.
I don’t know what’s worse. The fact that he wrote such an obviously made-up story with made-up 3rd generation Klan members, or that he expected the ROK readership to laud him for it.
I went to school in the deep south, and there was no mention of Klan membership, let alone people wearing oversized cowboy hats anywhere.
” In this world of eternal struggle, let he who wants to live, fight. He who does not want to fight does not deserve to live.” – Adolf Hitler.
Street brawling is stupid and dangerous, but people are pricks and sometimes you have to defend yourself. Any fool can win a drunken bar fight. It doesn’t make you more of a man. Train mma, cultivate discipline and a warrior spirit, love your race…and savagely engage and destroy any threat to your existence.
Quoting Hitler. You know, a wise man once said that if you go carrying pictures of Chairman Mao, you ain’t gonna make it with anyone anyhow…
“Street brawling is stupid and dangerous, but people are pricks and sometimes you have to defend yourself.”
MMA is an great sport, it’s exciting to watch and you can train/fight quite safely. But if you just want to defend yourself, there are systems that don’t forbid the most effective strikes (neck, back of the head, etc.)
We are closest to life when we are dealing with death and violence. Highly trained combatants from elite navy SEALS to professional MMA fighters to street brawlers are experience the powerful flow state when they come face to face with violence and death. The ones who survive or win often experience a powerful andrenaline rush and a sense of time slowing down. The experience can be addictive even though it usually is terrifying. Which explains why war and violence can be a powerful drug and why the human race will never be free of violence.
Good post.
Good ways to satisfy man’s lusts for combat in regular settings:
1. Martial arts
2. Boxing
3. Pugil sticks
4. Training animals (not kidding), such as “breaking” horses and bulls, training dogs, forcing them to submit to you.
Non physical ways: debating, team sports
Indeed, training animals will put some hair on your chest. It is hard work to control a bull or a cow. Also it can be pretty dangerous, especially if the bull breaks the string through his nose which is how you control him. I’ve seen this happen, a bull get free. It was pretty difficult to get him back into the shed and tie him down again.
Then I saw someone pierce the bull’s nose again. Goddamn, that shit was INSANE. It took 10 fucking grown men to hold down that damn bull, and that was AFTER we had tied it’s legs. LOL
True. Some the most underappreciated masculine dudes are horse breakers, rodeo riders, and bullfighters.
Any profession (shepherd, animal trainer, etc) that requires nerves of steel and the ability to break an animal utilizes these same skills.
It would be cool to have a real “fight club” but not bare knuckle boxing as in the movie. Use boxing gloves…head gear…drink alot after.
Well there is a guy named Tony Blauer who is a hard core self defense trainer. He created a system where you wear full body armor, and basically go full at it. And since you are wearing armor, the risk of injury is very small.
That would indeed be pretty sweet if we could all get together, put on the gear, and just beat each other up.
Fight Club really was probably the greatest movie ever. That movie gave me hope in life back when I was like 15.
Then just join a MMA gym, and do some hard sparring with regulars or go at fight nights.
Agreed QC…good list . Might I add chopping and splitting wood. Hell of a good workout too. Use a 7 to 10 pound splitting maul. Lots of practice to hit the log just in the right place to split it with one blow. It is just plain fun to BASH the fuck out of the logs with a giant hammer.. Plus bitches really get turned on by a dude splitting wood. Something primal /atavistic that gives them the tingles in the nether regions….
Good post, except for the fact he’s an anti-racist fucking liar.
“The officer I talked with chuckled, saying men like those dudes usually shut the fuck up pretty quickly when a big, black police officer escorts them around jail.”
God you’re such a faggot.
“…here’s a picture of a buddha-like black dude and the blonde girls who want to fuck him. Also here’s my story about beating up some white racists, I mean um, Klan members.”
Is anyone supposed to believe this or did you lose a bet with Eric Holder?
ROK’s oscillation between pre-reactionary realism and what is nearly indistinguishable from blue-pill self-help concerns me.
The black month is February not January.
This might’ve been a good article if it wasn’t reeking of the usual Marxist shit. I expected better of ROK.
I’ve got better things to do than go and find out, but I bet white nationalists write identical masturbatory dominance fantasies about beating up black people. Pathetic, either way.
Don’t know what planet you live on, but where I live it’s like this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eo_FYVwIeaY
I’m a WN, and I can tell you that is definitely not true. The prominent theme on pretty much every WN site is total disgust at white people’s (including professed WN) refusal to do anything to stop savage none-whites from systematically brutalising them in the street. Just thought i’d correct you incase you are actually interested. Of course, if you aren’t then your point is totally asinine and you’d have been better off saying nothing, rather than revealing your own ignorance.
No we don’t. We write non-fiction about protecting ourselves. Here, have a look:
http://toiletnationusa.com/2013/03/08/lukewarm-race-war-whitey-survival-guide-part-one/
Pfft. A few cuts (mostly in the first one) and a little rewording, and that series of posts would be an uncontroversial common sense guide to avoiding crime. Some bigot you turned out to be. Very disappointing. I thought I’d be scandalized.
Bigot this, cocksucker.
Some good points here but the article needed to be edited down. Also, I would hate to be your neighbor with you blasting music loud at all times of the day and night. Sounds annoying.
Regardless of the veracity of the story, there is a lot of truth in the moral.
I have been on the losing and the winning side of multiple fights in my life, having grown up in a remote area surrounded by animals and idiots who were never taught the basic concept of using words to discuss things. Fighting taught me many things.
– It doesn’t matter how intelligent, strong, tough, or experienced you are, there are a handful of stupid and/or desperate men out there who will sucker punch you for nothing more than a laugh or a dollar.
– Fighting WILL, unfortunately, get you laid. This has been one of my gravest disappointments in females and represents my first (ultimately aborted) attempt at taking the red pill at age 20: a girl spurned my polite advances and requests for lunch together and insisted on being “friends,” but upon putting another man’s head through a wall and knocking him out for attempting to strangle another female, I had my dick in Ms. Friend Zone’s mouth before I could even wash the blood off.
– If you aren’t prepared to stand up (as a last resort) and take / administer a punch, prepare to be walked on by other men. Fighting should be a last resort, but it needs to EXIST as that last resort. People won’t respect you for attacking others mercilessly for stupid reasons, but they won’t respect you any more for avoiding all conflict. Better to prove your convictions by tasting your own blood on the pavement once or twice in life than never stand up at all. Others will appreciate you for it.
“but upon putting another man’s head through a wall and knocking him out for attempting to strangle another female” whiteknight detected
I bet the bitch deserved the strangling. 😀
Not to mention Internet tough guy pseudologia.
Yeah I was gonna say.
Dude has entered a White Knight free zone.
“Better to prove your convictions by tasting your own blood on the pavement once or twice in life than never stand up at all.”
Jeez, dumbass advice here tonight.
Give the dude a black eye that will heal in two weeks or get him tossed in jail and facing felony assault.
If someone wants to fuck with me Id prefer to fuck with somones life in a much longer lasting ( and legal) manner than just a moment of heroic animalistic fisticuffs. Thats just high school weenie thinking.
We here at RoK think like big boys.
I think I was pretty clear what was going through my head by the “ultimately aborted” disclaimer. You were a naive kid once too, friend.
Christ, that was over 10 years ago now.
“Fighting WILL, unfortunately, get you laid.”
Dominance will get you laid, fighting is a form of dominance, though not the most effective one. Some men can be far more dominant just by words and attitude.
The more civilized the country you live in, the more prole you’ll look like by fighting.
“but upon putting another man’s head through a wall and knocking him out for attempting to strangle another female, I had my dick in Ms. Friend Zone’s mouth”
Being dominant from the start would have gotten that result sooner, and without risking charges.
“If you aren’t prepared to stand up (as a last resort) and take / administer a punch, prepare to be walked on by other men.”
I have a few years of KM in a great “dojo”, great teachers, plenty of sparring. I say that just so you know I’m not writing this comment because I can’t throw a punch or take one : Be overconfident and you’ll walk over people, even if you can’t fight for shit.
“People won’t respect you for attacking others mercilessly for stupid reasons, but they won’t respect you any more for avoiding all conflict.”
Don’t avoid conflict, embrace it. Be bold, be mouthy, taunt if you want. Most men will threat you, but they won’t do shit until it escalates physically.
So, don’t escalate physically, push them verbally, while you’re absolutly calm they’re so mad they start sluttering, use your observation skills to quickly find what they are insecure about and crush their ego. Go with a smirk on your face.
A very homosexual story written by a liberal infiltrator. And a bucket of horseshit, too. The only true part of it is that he drinks Keystone, a beer popular at gay clubs.
By the way, the sentiment underlying this story is so idiotic and fake macho that I laugh at it.
Man, I see in Return of Kings the strongest and smartest men who’ve ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War’s a spiritual war… our Great Depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won’t. And we’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.
I see in RoK a bunch of pretty normal pissed off dudes. “The strongest and smartest men who’ve ever lived” sounds like you’ve been reading too much early Allen Ginsberg (which to be fair is nothing worse than sporadically awesome bullshit, as opposed to later Ginsberg, which is just pathetic unreadable crap).
Don’t go all hyperbolic on us, dude. You really have no idea how strong these dudes are, and as for “smart”, read the comments again. Mixed results, is what it looks like to me.
Do you even Fight Club bro?
Hell, the only reason early Ginsberg was passable was because of Neal Cassady.
Angry young men?
>2014
>still not picking up on blatant Fight Club references
It’s pretty ironic that “Fight Club” is held up as some kind of template for hetero manliness, since the novel was written by a gay guy as a metaphor for gay sex.
In my country another young lad has just had his life support turned off after being king hit by some degenerate steroid pumped up tattooed greasy. Seriously, don’t write articles on fighting making you a real man. A real man is someone that turns his nose up, looks down at his enemy and walks away without another thought. I know this can be difficult if someone makes a beeline for you, then it’s every man for himself. Still, avoid all violent confrontation when you absolutely can…..
cool story bro
Thanks Olaf!
Nigga please. Righteous violence is good for a man.
GAY
I don’t understand why fight someone who does not like blacks. It’s his god given right to like and to dislike whatever pleases him. Sometimes I wonder how amused the blacks are by the white peoples behavior toward each other. Can you imagine that a black is beating up another black because he does not like whites?
As much I know, since the end of apartheid in South Africa, blacks killed about 4000 white farmer (out of 40.000). Does not seem to bother anybody.
P.S. just because you don’t people who don’t like blacks does not make you better in any regard. Perhaps you should start to think about it WHY people don’t like blacks in general. Might it be USA or Europe or anywhere else.
So you complain about ignorance, then proceed to beat someone up because they don’t like the same group of people that you like.
Nice doublethink right there. You’re desecrating the beauty of this site with your race-bait trash.
Feminism and society in general have done their utmost for males to suppress their masculinity, that even the “constructive” aspects of masculinity are punished or perverted so that it damages the man. If the beta/provider is shamed by his instincts to provide for those he loves, the balance is broken. The only display of masculinity is from the violent, anti-social male.
There are equally positive and negative aspects of both masculinity and feminity. By trying to suppress all aspects, the feminists have only silenced the obedient betas.
Yet women are encouraged to have masculine tendencies.
What a sick world we live in.
Another point to be said is that once you’ve been in a physical altercation with another man, you will be 100% more prepared for any future physical bouts with a fellow man. Before I had ever been in a real fist fight, i had mentally no idea what to expect when encountering another man who wants to instigate a fight with myself.
Even if you have zero formal hand to hand combat training, you will be 1000% more ready to duke it out with your fellow man than someone who’s never felt what it’s like to get punched in the face.
I read all the way until I saw that picture of the road dogs. My god I am glad I dont live in Amerika anymore.
it all depends on the person. i love him dearly, but my dad’s drunken exploits/conflicts don’t lead to any personal change.
I never throw the first punch, but I always throw the last. Usually it’s not a punch though, I prefer a steel toe to the balls hard enough to lift my opponent off the ground, and if that doesn’t put him down for some more boot partying then I like to follow up with some headbutts to the nose and knuckle punches to the eyes. If the opponent has hair, then grabbing the back of his head and smashing the face into a wall, window, mailbox, parking meter, what have you also works a treat.
And then we have this:
http://www.smh.com.au/nsw/man-in-hospital-after-fight-in-kings-cross-20131231-304vt.html
Is this legit?I have never read a lamer tale of made up nonsense in my entire life. The author is clearly a sheltered, skinny middle class white guy who claims bud lights as actual frothies whose only actual “fight club” experience was the time he got rolled for his bus pass as a teenager when he accidentally got the wrong bus coming back from the mall and ended up on the wrong side of the tracks.
What a loser
18 y.o. gets into a fight and writes his memoirs…. Mate fights don’t change you nor turn you into a man. Grow up and realise that any biffos are a lose-lose situation. You win, he gets laid out and loses, you get fucked up knuckles and possible charges, he ends up with serious injuries and a fuckin serious vengeance. Grow up mate. I’ve been in dozens of scraps like yours in the past and the only thing that changes are people want retribution, you get off telling everyone how much you’ve manned up? Your bragging makes you look like a fuckin twit to anyone with half a brain. Fuck you for giving a statement you fucking weak rat, fuck the chick for involving the cops, and you’re all a bunch of peasants who have no place on this blog.
Violence? Just means you were too stupid to solve your problem like a real man.
Glove up, step in the ring, fight one on one under legit rules and then run your mouth. Till then, stop posting shit that’s going to incriminate yourself that no one cares about
“Confessing” to criminal acts that didn’t even actually happen is possibly the dumbest thing I’ve heard. Biggest try hard gronk on the entire world wide web as well as the known universe and beyond.
Wait, just want to clarify were this guys the part of the KKK or were they Nazis? And do these kind of hectic Larry Emdurs happen on the reg in your building? If so, send me an invite nek time your parents go to the Hamptons.
No member of a legitimate Klan, or any real National Socialist would be drinking with someone not of his race.
I’m calling bull on the Klan claims. Not saying 2Wycked is lying, but that the guy in the story was just jawing off.
Risky manoeuvre though … considering arrests.
Easily the worst writer at RoK
submit a better article then. until you do however, stop being a whiny bitch.
Agreed
Haha evil racists how anti white can you be lol. Story would have been much better I fit involved fighting a pack of niggers who grabbed his girls ass.
This article is so bad,KKK members are obviously very good mannered and smart people just like other racists,This is a jewish propaganda to make all the whites look bad.Anti-Racist is codename for anti-white.1488siegheil.Go to a ghetto and you will see how the blacks will rape your ass.You cant be an anti-racist without loving black-crime.If you read this,theres no need to read the other comments,I summarized it up for you.Did I miss something?
“My friend had already told the man…that racism wasn’t cool”
lmao fucking faggot
There was a recent post that Art of Manliness is a shitty site.
Posts like this prove this to be completely untrue.
“I blearily stared at a short, but fit, white man as I sipped my Keystone
Light. I set my cup on the edge of the beer pong table as I regarded
the man.”
Are you kidding me? You are writing articles on manliness and this is your opener?
If we wanted to read long-winded stories about skin colour and feelings, we wouldn’t be on this site. Take it to Jezebel.
Great fictional story that never happened.
Fisticuffs are for kids and professional fighters. What separates men from animals is that we use our minds to kill our opponents. We lie, backstab, craft weapons and leverage alliances to defeat opponents. Getting into fist fights has no benefit. It will only get you killed by someone who is smart enough to evolve past the primate and use a weapon.
And then you get buttfucked in prison after killing the man.
dude i enjoy all your articles, and on par they’re all pretty fantastic. but please do realise we have more than a few WP advocates here, and they’re not going to take kindly to your depictions, and also will offer counterarguments about what if it was black gangbangers and such. not even related to the direct thrust of your article, which was about how in circumstances, fighting and fighting for principles makes you a man.
Couple of points-
1- This article is BAD. So, so very bad. LAUGHABLY bad. Come on, dude. Do you honestly expect anyone to believe that any of that actually happened? I can’t even put into words how utterly make believe every single word of that dialog sounds.
2- I love the part where you get all PC defending the honor of black dudes, and then you and your buddies laugh about the “faggot” you beat up. Someone needs to go back to leftist re-indoctrination camp.
3- Is there ANYONE out there who honestly believes that, in the HISTORY of the world, a black man has EVER gotten into a fight to protect the honor of white men when black people said something racist about them?
#3 is the best point ever
The author is like the biggest badass in the story. Screams bs/ exaggeration. Everybody wants to make themselves the hero in the story
Successful race troll was successful.
First, really?
After all of the BS on this website about toning down race tensions throughout Roosh-land, ROK publishes this piece of poorly written race baiting fiction?
Besides the laughably unrealistic hollywood-cowboy dialogue (ie: “I can tell we got a bunch of nigger lovers in here. Let’s go outside for a smoke, boys.” and “Look, it’s hot when boys fight and win.”); and the unrealistic fight account that includes ‘moves’ that NO-ONE ever uses successfully (” My fourth friend got Bruce Lee cross-kicked in the chest and flew a good few feet in the air before landing right on his ass”); the most telling aspect of the story that makes it complete fiction is that the story’s protagonist didn’t get charged with felonious battery by the cops.
ANY time you get into a fight and get caught by the cops, ESPECIALLY if you admit participation to the fight, you ARE getting charged. Cops aren’t in the business of splitting hairs in culpability in a drunken scuffle that they are only dealing with the aftermath of. If you are fighting, which is ALWAYS illegal in the eyes of cops, you are able to be charged and are. The rare exception is if you are found knocked-out on the ground or are so badly beaten that it isn’t obvious that you hit back. The cops certainly aren’t in the business of doling out thoughtful counseling to drunken, roughed up perps (“You are young. It is so sad to see so much hate and anger in a young man. I hope you can move past this.”). The dialogue is so poorly fabricated that it seems like parody.
This story reads like a racist episode of Growing Pains with its accounts of ‘fighting philosophy’ lifted directly from “Fight Club”. (“once a man fights, he is calm”). Bullshit, the adrenaline from a real fight lasts all night and sometimes for several days after. No one is fucking clam after real a fight, except in Hollywood movies that this kid has watched.
This guy is a keyboard jockey and the story is 100% fiction.
At its essence, the story is some guys “beat evil whitey and get his girl” (just follow the photo story) fantasy that I thought ROK was well-beyond entertaining. It’s a shame. I guess there really are no rules here, except that minority race baiting is protected.
To even it out, I would guess that we need a fictional story that would have minority “white privilege” (the philosophical father of “male privilege”) promoters get their asses beat and the heros sympathized with by the cops. We’re doing that one next, right guys? Maybe we can have a picture of a bunch of militant black panthers, and then a photo of some hot black women that sympathize with the story’s heroes. Let’s stoke that fire..it seems like a brilliant idea toward promoting male self-improvement, as this was…get writing…
You guys are ridiculous.
All of this is actually overshadowed by the fact that promoting fighting on a website that is supposed to advocate for men is a horrible miscalculation in tone and advice. I have no doubt that the author is a stranger to street fighting and even participation in any type of significant structured defense training.
Street fighting will either gain you a police record, which as an adult you will never escape the consequences of (good luck getting that high paying job), or it will likely permanently maim or kill you. You people have zero idea of what traumatic brain injury entails (your life is completely and permanently ruined), or how easy it is to inflict. But go on and listen to the imagined gladiator message of this keyboard jockey and his masturbatory race-revenge, frustrated implied interracial fuck fantasy. It’ll probably work out well for you.
Race. Another way men are divided instead of being united, and strong.
There’s nothing wrong about being proud of your race so long as you don’t look down on other races. I’m proud of my race but I view blacks and asians and all other races as equals.
Medical bills, law suits, police involvement… Uh no… I think I’ll pass. Lord…
The worst are teeth, it’s an horror to fix.
What a fucking liar. Klansmen are 99% percent Christian and wouldn’t be seen at a party if their life depended on it.
Besides, if you are so desperate to come across as an anti-racist, seems to me as though you are buying into the liberal Cultural Marxist BS. Alpha males think independently. We respect strong willed Alpha males no matter what they think about race. Personally, I love my European heritage and am proud of my race, but I don’t go around calling people niggers and lynching them. I have black friends, but I just love my race, too. Go ahead and crucify me.
OP is faggot nigger-lover who sucks black dong at the bathhouse. Also possibly jewish (displays similar perfidy).
RoK jumped the shark with this story. 2/10 did not enjoy.
1. Fighting increases your attractiveness to women. True
2. Fighting calms you down. True
3. Hicks like these KKK farm boys still exist even up in Ontario Canada. True
Good story, made sense. I don’t care if people don’t believe.
Was this article a joke?
More anti-white rhetoric. Complete with the “safe’ PC target… the KKK member lulz. I wonder if black guys are white knighting whites and beating up black guys if one of them has a problem with whitey giving him electricity, garbage disposal and clean drinking water.
This story is shit. Don’t show your face around here anymore.
You whiteknight faggot. Fuck off and learn to tell a better lie.
Just from reading this I can tell the writer has never been in a serious brawl or anything remotely ‘street’. Come back and re write this when you’ve been jumped/had a weapon pulled on you/kicked in the head while trying to get back up or have witnessed this outside of movies and television. And that whole ‘once men are done fighting each other they become friends’ thing is mostly bullshit, which winds up being later getting jumped/having a weapon pulled on you to ‘avenge the loss of honor’.
This hero also hunted a unicorn after the fight and saved a bunch of black girls from being raped by evil racists all the while saving jews from the ovens, this might seem incredulous but if you disbelief that then you are probably a secret rayciss and are lower than scum and dangerous who should be killed.
you have misinterpreted fight club you sack of poo. and let me just (spoilers) he literally, not metaphorically in some way you might have missed, LITERALLY kills that part of himself. LiKE HE KILLS THE PART OF HIM THAT THINKS THAT SHIT ABOUT FIGHTING, hOW COULD YOU HAVE MISSED THAT WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOUASLKHVFKVG:>
Lol, yet another beta male article. The last time I saw a CEO of a large company or politician physically fight a man was… never. Except once, apparently there was a head of state with a judo belt who wrestled someone who tried to attack his guest on the floor, so the secret service got him. Alpha males have their lawyers fight for them. Alpha’s outsource their fighting, when they work on making money or making decisions that give them power and money (politician). The last time I heard George Bush or Barak Obama in a bar, fighting during their presidency was…..never. Important men have more important things to do.
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Alpha men don’t pick fights. Fights pick them, they win fight to end it, then get back to their old job of leading their herd to greener pastures.
Wow, does it feel good making up a story on how tough you are? You know nothing, and your opinion is less than nothing. Fuck you.
This was translated directly from the High German by 2Wycked himself. The only thing I wonder is if this passage was from Alternate-Universe Hitler’s private diary in which he kept a rough draft of a screenplay about several mid-tier SS officers who had a change of heart after the war was won by Germany.
“You’re damn right my grandfather was in the KKK, just like
my Dad is and just like I am.”
I hornily stared at a short, stocky beefcake stand-in. I
sipped my Appletini, setting the glass upon the marbled counter as I regarded
the man’s fiery intensity. He was in my apartment, dominating my booze cabinet
and he had such audacity, such cockwroughtness to abuse me and my fellows about
skin color. Irregards, I was most assuredly horny from repeated penetrations
into my femme’s winning streak. Yumm, streak. My female partner was doing a
randy Paul Lynde impression as she knew me and my comprades el-al-homo were so
limp-wristed we wouldn’t deign to stand against such masculinity in our
presence. My hand brushed this hot little clansmen’s jean shorts as my “better”
half said “2Wycked, don’t do anything gay!”
My partner had already told the man and his KKK-ick Me posse
of muscle-bound madmen that racism was only tolerated pending the pact. As I
approached, the situation the man refused to lower his stiff arm, saying it was
high time men like me learned their place in regards to men like him, “Under
me.” I approached the man and asked “What do you want me to run my mouth on?”
His shorts stiffened as he shifted his weight from one
little fat calf to another. Arms adunde, he proclaimed “I hate twinks.” He stepped
so close to me the heat from his chest was turning me into a fiery machine of
unrepentant penetration. “You don’t want to be with no twink, now do ya?”
The only flinching came from below deck. I retorted sternly “Go
and fuck out.” We maintained intense and fiery eye contact as his hand slid to
sectors unknown. He unfortunately backed up. “I can tell we have a bunch of
twink-fucking faggots here. Let’s go outside to…smoke.”
They left the apartment, their jeans hugging their semblance
of tightly packed snuff. I breathed in short, panicked breaths thankful I hadn’t
been forced to perform so suddenly. We were outnumbered 6 to 4 and I was in no
mood for an uneven gangbang. For the moment the music recalled Manilow and
people were cheerful again, snorting lines of delicious nose whiskey with
abandon. I took a sniffer myself right before I noticed two of my compadres had
stepped aside.
Outside, the hornball was in my friends throat again, this
time demanding a swallow sesh. My friend had refused and I walked out just as
the men had unzipped his fly for a merri-go-round of erotic rape. “You are
begging for an ass-pillage” he drawled ever so sensuously.
I rushed out to try to be the one to take the punishment
just as a dick crushed the side of my face. The load completely caught me off
guard and I fell against the hard-wood framing the stairs with a violent moan.
I got back up, prepared to tongue the asshole that had clocked me. His over-sized
pleasure rod flew from his pants as I struggled to grip it with one hand and it
doused his blouse with semen. He was very drunk and took a few seconds to
ejaculate. I was staring down his trousers as he fired another celebratory ejac
that missed my face wildly. I grabbed his hard-body, pinning him to the floor
and desperately trying to undo his pants as he tucked his penis betwixt his
legs and bolted toward the stairs to the lot of parking.
I had realized that every apartment’s light was on and everybody was
outside. My female neighbors were shrieking and throwing hysterical meltdowns.
One girl sputtered, “Stupid ass faggots and your stupid ass fucks!” She pounded
the keys of her flip-phone furiously as she dialed 911. My friend had gotten
struck in the dick and had squirts of semen and blood trailing down his white
shirt. My one friend was knocked out by the stairs, ejaculating hard. The women
had flocked to him, cradling his bleeding skull in their arms. By this time,
all the KKK members were headed for the exits, fleeing to their cars.
I got down the stairs, only to get blindsided on right side of my head
again. Dude immediately fled to his friend’s car. My fourth friend got straight-up
butt fucked bra in the chest and flew a good few feet in the air before landing
right on his ass. My friend with the white polo and I watched as they all got
into their two separate cars right as police pulled into the parking lot,
barring any exit by them.
The drivers got collared for DUI and the remaining racists were arrested for
battery. One of my friends had to go to the ER as a result of the serious ass
trauma he endured. Statements were given on our part, with multiple sobbing
women recounting their stories to reassuring and comforting police in tight
fitting but appropriate uniforms. I waived treatment for my wounds, telling the
medical officials that “Bandages are for boys who’ve never been to the rodeo. I
have more beer to drink.”
By the time this was all settled, the morning was dawning. I reopened my
apartment, with the music still blaring. I believe it was Barry Manilow’s “Copa
Cabana” that was playing. I turned off my surround sound. Shuffling to my
refrigerator, I grabbed a Bud Light Lime. I couldn’t find an ice pack in my
freezer, so I grabbed a bag of frozen female diaphragms. I turned on my PS3 and
settled into my leather couch. I mindlessly watched an episode of “Queer as
Fuck” as I nursed my throbbing “head” with a quickly defrosting bag of
diaphragms. I leaned back and fell asleep as I think Dwight was getting
ass-munched by Jim again.
I awoke the next day, surprisingly refreshed. Since I didn’t drink myself
into the black and cooled off a bit before sleeping, my hangover was next to
non-existent. I grabbed a bacon cheeseburger with a bunch of fries at my favorite
joint run by two Lesbians downtown.
Then, I went to the police station, where I gave another statement and
followed up about the racists. The officer I talked with chuckled, saying men
like those dudes usually shut the fuck up pretty quickly when a big, black
police officer finally gets what all black men want, to anally penetrate
smaller, women-like white men and to force the rest of the jail to follow suit.
They ramped-up general, sober prejudice turned it into cocky, beer-infused
bravado to show off. He ended the conversation, saying that absolutely no
charges are being considered against us and told us to simply be grateful that
nobody got seriously injured – outside of my friend who got a severe concussion
and a broken nose.
Later that night, after going to see a movie, we got together again. One of
my friends leaned over and said, “I gotta be honest, that was hot.” All the men
the in room smirked as the women guffawed and a chubby blonde even choked.
Truth is, every man in the room who had been fucked knew what my friend was
talking about. I knew. I knew the rush of a physical contest between males can
bring. You win sex against a man. How gay is that? I instinctively knew about
defending my own values against prurient and hateful views of humanity. In sum,
the experience was exhilarating.
As we drank once more unto the brink — as only
college kids can do — all four of us (the concussed man abstained from
beverages, opting for weed) talked intermittently about the sex. “Remember when
2Wycked bashed that faggot into the railing?,” ”Man, remember when the
KKK leader unloaded his schlong straight away to start the fight? I was 100%
ready to fuck these asses!”
“The drivers got collared for DUI and the remaining racists were arrested for battery.”
Sounds like they had it coming considering they started the commotion. I have to ask, how did losers like that get invited into your Home?
They would not have pulled that stunt with me. I have tools at home that I am not afraid to utilize to the fullest extent. Nothing says get the fuck out better than, “click click” coupled with a call to 911 after the situation has been neutralized.
“Fighting Another Man Could Change Your Life”: A King-Sized straw-man argument from beginning to end.
Most people who object to the destruction of Western Civilization by, among others, clueless Blacks, are not pugnacious, mentally challenged KKK members. They are ordinary people who work hard every day and are appalled not only at the destruction of everything so many worked so hard to build, but also at how said destruction is aided and abetted by extraordinarily powerful individuals and agencies in our government. Not to mention, how criticism of said destruction is verboten and, in the politically correct view, seen as evidence of “racism”.
A house divided against itself cannot stand. That is simple logic.
A government and government-controlled media that sows the seeds of conflict among its own citizens is actively bringing about the destruction of the country and citizens it is supposed protect through its governance.
Yeah this was fucking ridiculous. Congrats on not being racist. Too bad that’s outweighed by your blatant sexism and glorification of violence. What an idiot.
I’m sure this actually, totally, 100% went down exactly as the author described, with no exaggerations. *eyeroll*
Fighting another man could change your life. No kidding. Like having to wear a colostomy bag for the rest of your life. Because a curved knife goes thru your stomach wall and there is a sharp tug when it is retracted. Because it had to cut thru your leather belt on the way out. Good thing the whole article is fantasy by a SJW pansy dreaming about kicking KKK ass. I can’t tell if a woman or a homo wrote this article.
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2Wicked sounds like an anti-White,anti-Southern nigger wanna be.The whole obviously fake poorly written hit piece should not be on ROK.It sounds very similar to the stories my closeted fag neighbor spin to live a fantasy life in which he defeats his enemies in a highly dramatic fashion.Pure fantasy.