Operational Security

philbyScott’s blog (link) is currently being trolled (link) by people who are apparently angry at him, for reasons I won’t pretend to understand. Scott’s blog used to be one of the most subversive blogs on the internet. It featured regular articles praising regular guys for doing regular father stuff, which is probably the most powerful countercultural signal one can send in our degenerate epoch. Lately it has become a popular place for wimminz to gather and seek attention from men. Not that there’s anything inherently wrong with this; but, if I’m far less interested in it now than I used to be — and I am — this is the primary reason.

Coincidentally, I had a scare at work a couple of weeks ago. One of the IT snoops sent an email to my boss, asking her (it is a her) why it is that Y’r Boy Boxer was writing hateful misogyny on company time. This was brought to my attention by boss-lady in a very cordial but curious way, and I didn’t hesitate in answering her.

As an aside, fear is a funny thing. It often paralyzes people rather than compelling them to act. There is a biological explanation for deer being easy prey for illegal spotlight poachers — and there is a similar explanation for human beings tendency to freeze up under questioning.

Had I not practiced my answer, I probably would have panicked, and after a longer-than-acceptable delay, said some nonsense like:

“I was hacked!”

Of course, she could have bounced this explanation back to the IT guy, who probably would have pointed out that some of my browsing and commenting was being done while logged into work at odd hours. Cross checking the key logs for the building I was in would have revealed my personal key had opened the door to the office from whence the offensive stuff was posted. Moreover, there were only a few people logged in at some of these times, most of whom were wimminz, and the rest of whom were a couple of flaming homosexuals. There’s also the issue of the fact that while I was posting hateful misogyny, I was also logged in, in a different window, to the firm’s site doing job-related stuff. Was someone else doing my legitimate work, also? No, that excuse wouldn’t fly.

I might also have become defensive, and started squawking about academic freedom, and other such tripe. In fact, that would have marked me as an asshole who would be on the short list to be replaced. Such people who chant such mantras tend to bring lawsuits, and they’re usually a pain in the ass.

What I ended up doing was what I always planned on doing. Rather than being defensive, I simply cocked an eyebrow, and asked “what is it, specifically, that I posted?”

Of course she didn’t know. This leads me to an inescapable conclusion. Some SJW faggot who was scouring network logs just noticed places like Dalrock, Heartiste and the like, and decided to look up the originating IP and meddle. I asked her a second question.

“Do you think I’m a misogynist?”

This is actually a loaded query. If she answered in the affirmative, she would open herself up to trouble. (Not to mention the fact that she’d be forced to explain why she hired such a hateful hater). Of course she laughed, and I laughed, and the whole thing was, if not forgotten, tabled indefinitely.

Even so, I’ve been a bit more circumspect in my browsing habits from the office of late, and this blog has suffered.

Back to Scott, who is an interesting case of someone who is my ideological opposite in nearly every way. I wonder why people are so compelled to troll his blog (allegedly, people are trying to cause trouble in his home life, and are insulting his wife, or something). Scott’s a good example of someone who clearly doesn’t like me personally, but who does a good job trolling feminists. Scott is a member of what I’d call the Caldosphere. He often writes about his real-world excursions with Cane Caldo.

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Cane Caldo is best known to me as the individual who, for no discernible reason, started spreading the rumor (with a much less intelligent confederate) that I was a homosexual pedophile. (link) When such stuff didn’t work on me, he started spreading the meme that another individual was a homosexual, who had faked his war record. (link) An accusation of stolen valor is, if not worse than an accusation of pedophilia, one which is equally dangerous. The same veteran who selflessly gave up all of life’s lucrative opportunities to serve our state, so that people like Caldo could waste time on the internet, gets to retire and have his service nullified by dishonorable losers.

In any event, anyone who would hang out with Cane Caldo is, to me, suspect, which brings me to my final illustration.

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No, my name is not “jake.” Jake LaMotta was a boxer. I’m far scrawnier and slower than he was; though I took his name on gmail as an allusion to my pseudonym.

I don’t know exactly why, in 2015, Scott was so interested in learning my real identity. I won’t pretend to know why he described getting people to post identifiably as his “biggest passion.” I only know that had I given him my real name, back in 2015, I would not have been grilled by boss lady a couple of weeks ago. Such a grilling would have been impossible, because my real name would have been publicized by Scott’s pal Cane Caldo, months prior, and my career would have ended long ago.

The moral of this story I’ve tried to weave (out of lots of disparate elements) is that we’re behind enemy lines. There is a reason that I delete comments that people leave, using their work emails and what look to be real names. Unlike Scott, I don’t want to know who you are. I don’t blog to socialize, with wimminz or with men. I don’t blog to fight with nobodies like Cane Caldo, or to insult people’s wives, or for any other petty reason. I blog to fight feminism. This is a fight to the death; and fighting, at this stage in our historical development, is best done anonymously.


That’s a shaved Lenin, wearing a wig, posing for a fake Finnish passport. He was in a fight to the death, and he knew how to keep his mouth shut. Lenin prepared to be interrogated, practicing answers months before the questions were ever asked. Lenin didn’t give his name out to all and sundry. Lenin won. Be like Lenin.


New Amendment to Comment Policy

Just so there’s no misunderstanding: If you present yourself as a wimminz here, and you violate the rules, your expulsion is immediate, permanent, and non-negotiable. Understand one thing:

This Is A Male Privilege Zone.

I do not mind women commenting, but this is meant to be a male-space, and wimminz who comment need to follow the well established and easily read rules. Men who violate the rules may (at my discretion) have an appeal process. Wimminz never will. You must either be male, or become male through some sort of surgery, to beg leniency. Pre-op trannies will not be included.

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Male Feminist on CNN

I thought this was simultaneously sickening and humorous. Male Feminists like Louis CK make jokes about pedo-necrophilia, and then get on stage, to lecture normal men (who find such stuff both revolting and depressing) for things that only male-feminists are obsessed with.

To the last one, all the degenerates now being exposed for degenerate acts in Hollywood have been regular features on feminist media, where they have spent years scolding regular men, who would never even consider the sorts of abnormal nonsense they have all indulged in.

Check the video out and see what you think.

She does exist

Scott’s “American Dad” blog used to be a subversive site honoring specific, individual fathers. It has morphed into something else recently. Even so, this is interesting feedback my readers might like. I read this wimminz as in the early stages of justifying her upcoming divorce? What do you boys think? Discuss…

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I’m going to share an email I received in response to this post.

It comes from a married woman who is a lurker here and other similar sites. She writes:

I recently read your post, “The Impasse, As I Understand It”, and some of the comments sparked a desire to share my thoughts…

Basically, Elspeth and Hearthie try to refute [Deti, Novaseeker, etc] by saying they don’t believe a woman ever really “settles” for a guy, that this sort of woman does not exist. Well… there is nothing like being told you don’t exist to inspire you to talk!
I am the woman who settled on a man she was not attracted to, and no matter how much I submit to him there is no attraction forming. Don’t get me wrong… I know he’s a fine catch and I’m sure there are plenty of women out there who would fall…

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Quoted on Pukeko

Pukeko has a blog entitled Dark Brightness. In a recent article he quotes ya boy Boxer, who wondered out loud, over on Dalrock, why Episcopalians gave up so easily.

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Most of the difficulty people imagine in such an endeavor is illusory. The chief problem among Christian men is their proclivity to devolve into petty bitch fighting (note the endless squabbles on Dalrock for an example). The task would probably take 1-3 years. Assuming one could gather four or five solid men who could go that temporal distance, the takeover of an Episcopal diocese ought to be relatively straightforward. The church was set up by none other than Benjamin Franklin, and is largely controlled and managed by its members, and is so depopulated at this point, that democratic control could be established with just a few decent families in strategic positions.

Pukeko’s blog doesn’t allow me to comment. Whether this is by design or accident, I know not, but I added him to my sidebar, and wish him well as he strategizes the second renaissance into becoming.

Some Shit Happened in September

I’m swamped with work, and also just swamped. For the last couple of years I’ve lived in a semi-tropical area, where it gets simultaneously hot as hell and rainy as hell and just miserable to go outside in the fall. Winter is the nice season here, where one can actually walk around outside without feeling smothered or sweating through his clothes, and I eagerly await it.

Since I’m looking forward to hiking in a dry 70f climate (that’ll happen in late November) I’m trying to get ahead on some things now. Sadly, this blog is going to continue to be neglected. Fortunately, I have lots of free researchers to help you folks find fun stuff to read.


Over on Wimminz, there’s a sobering discussion about the technology’s increasing role in killing folks. Go read viva las vegas.

Tim Finnegan has a short piece on the appreciation of the bawdy which is worth reading.

My nigga Artisanal Toad is honing his thesis on marriage.

Courtesy of my man honeycomb, we find our favorite elderly prostitute “Shahrazad” (or whatever in the fuck she’s calling herself this week) complaining about servicing fat dudes. I sorta sympathize, but hey, that’s your job, bitch!

The Anarchist Notebook is one of my favorite blogs. The author has a short piece on the inherent brutal truths encoded in traditional fairy tales. This whole blog is worth a gander. His work on what he calls “blood and soil libertarianism” is really old hat, and just another name (in my opinion) for Marxist-Leninist philosophy. The original nationalist libertarians were in the USSR; and Ayn Rand was a Leninist.

Dalrock has another brilliant takedown of a fake Christian named Doug Wilson, who feels like he has to inject a bit of feminist gender theory into his sermons. Read Abigails Daughters and see what you think.

What are you fellas reading lately? High quality links always appreciated in the comments.

My Favorite Elderly Prostitute

This morning, my nigga honeycomb alerted me to the fact that the “proud slut” who goes by the stage name “Shahrazad” had pulled her latest video. It is common for trashy hoez to get just enough self-awareness to become embarrassed after playing the jackass, and I assumed this is what had happened. Sadly, I was mistaken.

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It seems that the shameful censors over at google have decided that we shouldn’t be entertained by this aging slattern. I do have mixed feelings about this clear violation of net neutrality. “Shahrazad” was willfully vulgar and constantly obscene; however, her profane solicitude was not merely served up for its own sake. Whether she knew it or not, “Shahrazad” was offering rare glimpses into the female psyche.

“Shahrazad” explains that the censors pulled her channel after giving her numerous warnings about content…

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I had been reticent to post this, given that one of the few rules at Casa Boxer is absolute anonymity; but I have been suitably convinced that the name she uses is as fake as Kardashian’s tits. With this in mind, and given the sad fact that she’s being silenced by a large corporation, I decided to dig up a promotion. In case any of you brothers are actually needy enough to pay big dollaz in order to fulfill your granny fetish, here she is in all her glory.

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Aside from the fact that she has worked for a school district, “Shahrazad” does give us an interesting glimpse into her background. She is, apparently, the daughter of Iranian immigrants to Germany. She, herself, moved to the U.S. as a child. She has abandoned her ancestor’s honorable Muslim faith, in order to chase enlightenment in a new-age (rhymes with sewage) kooky cult. (That’s very San Diego.) She is, unsurprisingly, a divorced hoe, and any reasonable person can safely assume that it is not her exorbitant “fees” which support her, but that she continues to ride the coattails of whatever unfortunate man was silly enough to wife her up, cashing his alimony checks monthly, for the rest of his life, as is the custom in California.

Thus we see the deracinated, alienated, rootless consumer in action. She has no culture and no homeland. She has no sense of community, and no sense of decorum, self-respect, shame or understatement. She is the perfect citizen of our global plantation.

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Her stated fees on her web page run her professional time at 300/hr, or 6000/day. I have never hired a professional prostitute before, and I’m forced to wonder if this is realistic. Maybe one of the MGTOW bros could school me.

Note that I have hired attorneys before; and I can get one of the better attorneys in my town, with his paralegal, to do a day’s work (including piecemeal office staff work on the back end) for 2000.00. With this in mind, it’s difficult to believe that anyone has ever actually paid “Shahrazad” 6000.00 for a day of her “labor.”

She has profiles available on several of the prostitution sites. Here is a satisfied customer, who apparently paid at least three c-notes.

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Here is another one, almost precisely similar to the first. While the original was written by “Panchito,” this one is ostensibly penned by “Man 4821”. He describes her as a “gem.” These reviews are so solicitous, I wonder if she didn’t sock up and write them for self-promotion.

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And here is a sample of her photos.

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Objectively, I suppose we can admit that she looks better than her age (she claims to be about 55).

As I dredged up this stuff this morning, I couldn’t help but feel a bit of regret on her behalf. Here is an old woman who ought to be enjoying time with her dozen Muslim grandchildren, living the reward of years of fidelity to her husband. She should be swinging around with him on the dance floor, traveling, writing books about gardening or cooking, and basking in the respect and dignity of an examined life. Instead, she’s peddling her saggy ass on the internet, begging strangers to part with a couple of hundred bucks, in return for her spreading her well-worn meat flaps. She’s writing books about being a trashy sex worker, and embarrassing her family on a youtube channel so vulgar that google couldn’t stomach it.

I decided not to link to her web page, because my interested viewers can simply type it in from one of the screenshots, and, well, it’s even too crass for ya boy Boxer. Such is the state of the world we live in.

Note: An implicit copyright of some or all of the preceding work is duly noted. This review is published as a transformative work, in order to 1. educate the public, 2. parody the material, 3. comment upon general social trends. My impression is that the author is being unfairly censored. Be that as it may, if “Shahrazad” or her agent would like to respond or request a retraction, the comment box is the place to do it.