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Monday morning ironing out

by | Oct 21, 2024 | Mondays | 0 comments

Ah, yes, that distinctive and highly characteristic Monday aroma – two parts armpit, one part jockstrap, and TEN parts extremely strong coffee. Sadly, coffee – or, if you are the God-Emperor, covfefe – alone is not sufficient to make the Mondays disappear. Something far stronger is needed.

That, of course, is why the Great Mondaydact Browser Killer exists.

This week, we start off with everyone’s favourite ridiculous spectacle of performance art, bodybuilding – which is both feikh and ghey in copious quantities.

That being said, The Iron Historian has some genuinely superb documentaries about the greatest bodybuilders – insofar as performance artists who are actually at their weakest when posing in ridiculously tiny mankinis on stage while wearing seven layers of fake tan in Las Vegas, can be called “great” – of all time.

And, to give some of these men their due, a few were INSANELY strong. Ronnie Coleman, back in the day, could give a lot of elite powerlifters serious competition. The sheer savagery of his workouts was LEGENDARY – you DO NOT deadlift 800lbs with total disdain for reps, unless you truly are an absolute beast.

The documentaries themselves are very well produced and well organised – they tell great stories of men who often overcame tremendous adversity and hardship, to reach the pinnacle of their profession. (Bodybuilding IS NOT a sport – you cannot have a sport when there are no objective and universal criteria for who wins and who loses.)


#BasedTucker is Based


Dawn of Battle

The Male Brain has some good stuff for us this week. We start with an excellent one from PsycHacks, about why Alphas can be serious assholes:

Honest Ads explains chain restaurants, which are not necessarily great places to eat:

BrainStation unpacks Graham Hancock’s latest work:


Mind-Expanding Drugs

Clayton Morris from Redacted has a series called Redacted History, and in the latest episode, he explains how Nikolai Tesla, one of Serbia’s greatest sons, was stopped from revolutionising the world of energy delivery by corporate greed:

I have visited the Tesla Museum in Belgrade – highly recommended, by the way – and see first-hand just how great Tesla’s genius really was. He was a tortured man, to be sure – you do not fall passionately in love with a pigeon (yes, really) and die a penniless virgin, when you are as brilliant and handsome as Tesla, unless there is something seriously wrong with you – but he had truly first-rate mind.

If he had the ability to promote and market his talents, the way Edison did, who knows how much further humanity might have advanced by now?


Death Smiles At Us All…

That video is not quite as ridiculous as the title suggests. All it really comes down to, is self-mastery and self-control.


Poli-Ticking Off

Mark Dice reviews Heels-Up Harris’s appearance on FAUX Noose, where – to his credit – Brett Baier gave her the first really adversarial interview of perhaps her entire career, and thereby did a lot to help end it:

It is obvious by this point that Cacklepants has no capacity whatsoever to think on her feet. Furthermore, if you look at her facial expressions before the debates and interviews she has had to do, you can see the fear in her eyes. She knows damned well she is out of her depth, and is desperately trying to hide what is obvious to us all.


PJW admits we were all properly and thoroughly tricked by Victoria’s Secret – indeed, the company has finally revealed what that secret is, and it consists of… umm… two plums and a banana under a skirt:


Lord Razor of the Fist Clan is greatly amused to watch Heels-Up Harris collapse like a badly built tent under even the slightest pressure:


73 Easting Reunion

LTC Daniel Davis interviews his old friend and former boss, DA KERNEL, about Bellendsky’s ridiculous “victory plan”:


Judge’s Ruling

Judge Andrew Napolitano talks to Pepe Escobar about the upcoming BRICS summit in Kazan’, and the future of the Middle East:


Дед Сварливый Говорит!

Grandpa Grumpuss grumps, grumpily, about the meaning of the Kazan’ summit and the implications for the West:


Polonium

Ania Konieczek talks with Larry Johnson about the possible end of the Gazacaust, and the realities of Iranian power:


Timeo Danaos Et Donna Ferentes…

The good gentlemen of The Duran unpack the total collapse of Queer Starmer’s popularity in PommieBastardLande:


Bad Medicine

Dr. John Campbell and Dr. Aseem Malhotra – two recovering not-vaxx boosters – talk about the problems that cardiologists are now seeing with their patients:


Dr. Suneel Dhand talks about the importance of holistic medicine:


Warriors of Faith

Fr. Josiah Trenin provides an Orthodox view of what God the Father might have felt, seeing His only begotten Son dying on the Cross:


Tha Dizzle and Brother Rachid give you a Koran for Dummies (that is to say, Moose Limbs) to explain why it is such an absurd book:

Change my mind: Izzlam is a low-IQ death cult.


Dr. Jay Smith from PfanderFilms and Al-Fadi from CIRA International explain how and where the Koran got basic things wrong:


GodLogic shows extraordinary patience in dealing with a Moose Limb who literally cannot understand how basic logic works:


Sam Shamoun smacks around a Muzzie whose incoherence descends to the level of blithering idiocy:


Christian Prince exposes the failures of Izzlam to live up to its own truth-claims:


Manly Men of Manliness

Terrence Popp points to the need to maintain your ability to laugh when confronted by genuine and terrible evil:

Popp is right about this. The Devil absolutely HATES to be laughed at – he cannot stand to be mocked.


Joker from Better Bachelor makes the case that we have let WAMMENZES LIB go way too far – and, given one of the examples he provides is of a ‘Strayan woman whose total body count is probably close to a THOUSAND now, it is hard to argue with that:


Burn Paedowood to the Ground

Overlord Dicktor Van Doomcock reports on Gina Carano’s successful efforts to force the House of the Devil Mouse to reveal things they rather would not in her lawsuit against them:


The Critical Drinker watches the new Tomb Raider cartoon series – made by the same people who raped and violated Masters of the Universe for Netherflix, so you know what you are getting – so that you don’t have to:


Reading Too Much Into Things

Your Science is F***ing Weird moment of the week is from The Male Brain, and is all about the mapping of every neuron in the brain:

Imagine gazing at the intricate yet beautiful map of an entire city, but the city is in fact a brain. Sounds fascinating, doesn’t it? Well, scientists have now made this a reality.

Experts have created the first-ever wiring diagram, or “connectome,” of every neuron in an adult brain along with the 50 million connections between them, marking a milestone in the field of neuroscience.

The project was made possible by the FlyWire Consortium, a large international collaboration involving scientists from the MRC Laboratory of Molecular Biology in Cambridge, Princeton University, the University of Vermont, and the University of Cambridge.

The research, which is published in a pair of papers in the journal Nature, delivers the first complete wiring diagram of all 139,255 neurons in an adult fly brain — an animal capable of both walking and seeing.

Previous studies have mapped smaller brain systems like fruit fly larva with 3,016 neurons, or the nematode worm with 302 neurons.

However, the current study breaks new ground by offering a full-scale neural map for a more complex organism.


Your long read of the week is from John Carter, via Our Beloved and Dreaded Supreme Dark Lord (PBUH) Voxemort the Most Malevolent and Terrible, on the subject of why academia attracts TEH WAMMENZES and very feminine men (and male feminists – who are in many ways the most dangerous and destructive type of men in the world):

Men could care less about a woman’s accomplishments, save that they are leery of women whose accomplishments outstrip their own, this being a sure sign that she will lose interest and look elsewhere; women care a great deal about a man’s accomplishments, not for their own sake, but as a proxy for his reputation amongst other men.

Competition is really the key word as regards male reproductive strategies. Men have invented innumerable means of competing with one another: athletic competitions, economic competitions, literary competitions, artistic competitions, musical competitions, academic competitions. The goal of any given competitive arena is to determine the relative standing of the competitors according to a certain trait – physical, intellectual, creative, what have you – so that the competitors can be paired off with women whose desirability matches their own.

Men are well-adapted to competition. They have a much better ability to narrow their focus to the specific task at hand, applying themselves with obsessive devotion to mastery of their chosen field. Just because the Darwinian payoff is sexual access doesn’t mean that they’re thinking about sex all the time; cognitive resources spent visualizing tiddies aren’t available to focus on the problem that needs to be solved, whether that problem is a mastodon, an enemy soldier, or the Schrödinger wave equation.

If you want your society to produce transcendent excellence in a given field, the only way to do so is to attach a competitive male status hierarchy to it. With status on the line, men will throw themselves into the arena, immersing themselves completely, devoting their every waking moment to mastering a skill or subject, making it their life’s purpose to push a discipline beyond its limits. Competitive pressures between the best of the best then raises performance to its apogee. Iron sharpens iron.

Conversely, if you want reliable mediocrity, then you want women’s work. Women don’t have the same sexual incentive to compete with one another in performance, and so, by and large, don’t (they compete in other ways). Their instinct is to perform to a perfectly acceptable standard, but not, in general, to push themselves to exceed it.

For men, the play-by-play events of a competitive environment are high drama. Not so for women. Women, as the old saying goes, don’t care about the struggles of the competitors: they just wait at the finish line and fuck the winner. The drama women tend to care about focuses more on the heroine’s struggle to distinguish winners from posers, to decide which winner she wants, and/or to stand out from the other girls so she can catch the eye of the winner. “I’m so torn … do I go with the musky barbarian warlord werewolf rapist, or the the aloof immortal billionaire vampire knight?” the heroine asks herself for three hundred pages. How he became an immortal billionaire vampire knight in the first place is of much less interest than whether or not he’s really interested in her.

Men are constantly on the lookout for arenas in which they can prove their worth, and thereby attract a mate or, more accurately, as many mates as possible. Across the myriad competitive arenas that men have invented, there is one common element shared by all of them, which both men and women are exquisitely sensitive to:

An arena cannot be dominated by women.

The reason for this is obvious. The purpose of the arena, from the male point of view, is to demonstrate his worth relative to other men. To enter an arena filled with women is to engage in a lose/lose proposition: if one does poorly, one has been beaten (up) by girls; if one does well, one has beaten (up) girls. Neither outcome is going to impress the girls. Or, for that matter, the guys.


Linkage is good for you:

And some more from Dawn Pine:


MUH RUSHIAN KAHLOOOOOOOZHUN!!!

The Neo-Tsar gave a short (by his standards) but wide-ranging speech at the BRICS Business Forum in Kazan’, in advance of the main BRICS Summit:


HALO Nation

Slayergod Remy aka MintBlitz does his thing while wondering how the HELL anyone can possibly hate the OG games:


BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!!

Scholar’s Lore explains the Exorcists chapter – a truly cursed chapter of Space Marines who all, without exception, permit themselves to become daemon-possessed, and then get Inquisitors to cast out those same daemons:


Oh No! Anyway…

Wazzocks gonna wazzock:

Oh, and for those of us who have tried – and failed – to comprehend the Porsche 911 range, here is the classic and legendary clip from TOP GEAR that explained it all for us:

And here is perhaps the most heartwarming moment in the history of TOP GEAR/THE GRAND TOUR:


Comedy Hour


Meme Warfare

We begin with lots of dank memes from The Male Brain:

Or food
What will it do with it?
Potential Monday
It usually does
Can’t confirm
Bon appetit
Or in the article – 100
True that
Bro just needs to wait for him to move on
He was. And actually good.
Leslie Nielsen did it first. And others.
Replace with Biden and it’s updated
Can occasionally confirm
We prefer the short version
Which reminds us of “Life of Brian”:
Maybe more than 90%
Read “Still running”
It’s called “Let them hang themselves” (William Shakespeare)
PASS
Good analogy
“Ask and You Shall Receive”
Learn to STFU
It’s one function, not the only one
No need. Just identify as one
You also want to be right
Hope he is enjoying HELL
Had a good season
YES. THERE IS A TUTORIAL. IT”S BEEN AROUND FOR DECADES. RTFM
Burn
It’s correct, but cringe
Way better pun

[Welp… there’s one beloved childhood franchise ruined… – Didact]

Hands need to be dark too
Runs 1600 km and raises two million dollars for charity…. TOXIC MASCULINITY!

And now, as LRFotS RobertW would say:

It really was a trip to McDonald’s!!!


Animal Planet

Your aminules are adorkable moment of the week:

And also your animals are absolute DICKS moment of the week, to balance things out:


REPS FOR JESUS!!!

Gym beast props this week go to the Heavy Metal Jesus, Jesus Olivares:

Dude just squatted FOUR HUNDRED KILOS for FIVE REPS to depth, and made it look EASY.

MAD RESPECT.


Ass-Kicking of the Eight Limbs


They See Me Rollin’…


Palate Cleansers

Lumber, Jacked

Knives Out

Knotty Problems

Drumlines

Guitar Heroics

Parental Guidance

MOAR DAKKA!!!

Mighty Wings

Jump-Starts

Culture Beat

SPEEEEEEEED!!!

Gingervitis Injections


Livin’ in the Land of the Metal Gods

Also Einstein: “I fear that someday people will post my pic on the Internet with bogus made-up quotations in Comic Sans font”

Rock Out With Your Glock Out


Thot Shots

And finally, here is your Instathot to get the week off to a suitably absurd start. This here is Marley Wallace, who appears to be an actual redhead – so this is for the gingervitis sufferers here – and she is a Playboy model, masseuse, yoga instructor, ballet instructor, “actress”, and holds a number of other self-proclaimed titles.

Back to work now, chaps, show’s over.

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