On the bus recently, a lowlife scumbag came on with a rat. A rat which he petted and cooed over. His pants were falling down about his ankles and he was not taking good care of himself — obviously. I got off the bus several stops before my designated place. I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to stay on a bus with a degenerate swine who probably hadn’t bathed in a year and who was liable to lash out and act unpredictably.

If you ignore these warning signs, and take the rat and the scummy man, you’re asking for trouble. Civilization pleads with us to be tolerant of others. “Just wait in line”; “wait your turn”; “don’t mind that disturbance, it’s nothing, really.” But civilization is a liar. There are dangerous, unsanitary things all around, just waiting to bite us on the ankle and give us tetanus or gangrene.

I could say “trust your gut” but these things are so obvious they go beyond subtle tells. They’re RED ALERT screaming in flashing red letters. To accept them is to accept your brutalization by an unknown and forceful factor.

The problem with this world is that there are a lot of ugly, hopeless men on it. There are ugly, hopeless women, too, but they’re harmless. They just scarf down food and look like a butterball turkey and flash their hideously ugly tats in summer on too-pale skin that looks like it could use a good microwaving.

The superior has to avoid contamination by the inferior.

The superior has to stand aloof, ready to fight or run.

The inferior have nothing to lose. Luckily, they don’t know that. Most of them are cowards, but they can give you a rat’s bite on the way down.

The thing about the inferior is they’re touchy. If you brush against them, they think you’re making a move on them in their “territory.” They’re like retarded humanoid dogs. I had a run-in with a loser when I came on the bus and he snarled at me and threatened at me and I backed off and said hey, I didn’t mean anything by it, calming his wild-animal nature down. I’m good at calming losers down. Standing 6’1″ and weighing more than 200 pounds, I can take care of myself — but why risk it? Why would I risk losing a tooth or getting an eye-gouge over nothing?

It must be nice to be a female. Women don’t have to worry about this. I don’t know why — they’re weak and vulnerable, with flappy arms, so you think they’d be exposed to danger all the time. But they’re not. If I didn’t know better I’d say they weave a pseudo-psychological web around them all the time that acts as a protectant against incursions and violence, all women combining their forces to maintain this web. But of course that’s silly. *staring straight ahead at you*

If a large black man starts following me, I’m not going to take the liberal-left-wing path and assume he’s safe. I’m going to assume he’s a threat, a problem, an adversary. Even black comedians joke about that. One black comedian said he was relieved when the person behind him wasn’t another black male.

Then there’s psycho-bitches strung out on drugs. These numbcunts are always willing to call the police and make up lies about you. Women are liars in general, and half-crazy most of the time, but psycho-bitches are the worst. If you have the great misfortune to be involved romantically with you, I pity you. That’s why you want to get involved with younger women in their late teens and early twenties who are well-put-together, with nice tits, a good smile, and a normal walking gait. Now these‘re candidates for good times together. Also: never trust easy sex from a psycho-bitch. Aside from the fact that she’s probably diseased, she wants something from you. Something that’ll help her get her next high. AVOID THE PSYCHO-BITCH PLAGUE ON SKID ROW IN YOUR CITY.

That’s the next point. What are you doing on skid row, anyway? Ideally, you should be moving in moneyed circles, where credit cards flash freely and the scent of luxe perfume and cologne fills the air. Richer people are better-looking people, too. They’re also more normal, with fewer health complaints.

Don’t have any loyalty to your poor-ass background, if that’s where you come from. Escape as soon as possible, especially if you’re a cute girl. If you’re a cute girl, the world opens its doors to you. Handsome men don’t get shit — I should know, I’m one of them. But cute girls can escape impoverished circumstances and get a helping hand (or ten) up.

If you’re attractive, you can basically trust strangers, because attractive people get leniency in life. As a handsome male, I don’t get shit — but I catch breaks in different ways, which is at least something. I’m trusted on sight. People won’t give me things, but they’ll open doors for me to walk through, metaphorically speaking. If I was a girl with my equivalent looks and brains, the world would be my oyster. As it is, I have to fight and scheme. And that only strengthens me. That’s yet another reason girls are weak. They don’t have to struggle until they hit the Wall, by which time being weak has become a way of life.

The Big City is by and large safe. But there are defective elements in it, centered on random human beings. These human beings don’t know what the fuck they’re doing. They barely even deserve the label “human.” As a worthwhile human being yourself, it behooves you to stay away from the scum element and watch for its approach into your territory. Kick it in the balls if you have to. Don’t be afraid to get violent. This applies to both males and females.

The ultimate solution to life is to drive everywhere, but parking’s a bitch and a car requires a decent job. I have money but I’m saving it up. That’s the other thing — don’t give money to beggars. You never know when a begging will turn into a mugging. Pay for everything like I do — with your debit card and your credit card. I love my Visa credit card. If it was a choice between saving my credit card or saving the life of Rat-Boy on the bus, Rat-Boy would be sprawled out on his back, dead to eternity for good. Value things appropriately. Your time and money are worth a lot. So are you. The scum out there aren’t worth anything — they’re meant for the Camps, really. Even average people aren’t worth a lot. You, as a superior being, should be hanging around other superior beings. That’s the ticket.

sex

This brings us to the topic of who you’re having sex with. Generally, men will accept uglier women as mates for themselves. This is a mistake. A huge mistake. For one thing, uglier women are more diseased physically and mentally damaged. They’re open to a huge raft of problems. For another, why shortchange yourself as an attractive man? If you have any looks at all, you should be aiming for a better class of pussy. Think of the benefits, not least of which are the better orgasms.