Idleness

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You can destroy an engine by revving it without a load. Strange, but true, an engine can rev to 5,000 rpm under load and survive… 5,000 rpm without a load — it falls apart.

Which largely describes the female mind. Millennia of evolution have crafted a brain that can’t not be tasked.

Quite literally, idleness has been bred out. Slothful mothers don’t have offspring — or — if they do — that generation will be childless. (This category also includes mothers so neurotic that they ‘medicate’ themselves into passivity — booze, drugs, or both.)

(I’ve seen PLENTY of the latter.)

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The male is totally different critter. ‘Idleness’ for a man is often his most productive time.

The extreme examples:

Einstein famously slept (12-15 hours/day) and strolled (interminable bucolic walks) his way through life. He related that all of his best work was done while in solitude — if not in the transitory state between sleep and waking.

Newton was just as bad.

General MacArthur famously slept through the Inchon bombardment. His battleship was firing its big guns at the time!

One could go on endlessly

Spectacular intellectual achievements require a state of relaxed composure — Zen, if you will.

This male-only tick comes from the ancient hunt. Like MacArthur, our universal ancestors had to totally shut up, stay relaxed — yet alert, to bag the really big, dangerous prey from a hide/ camouflage.

Persistence hunting does not work with mammoths, bears, aurochs. They only runtowards you. { This ancient contest is echoed in Spanish bull-fighting. }

At the time of the attack, one must break loose and use maximum exertion — while at peak risk. Upon success, one can kick back and talk shop/ the hunt.

This male-only tick is replicated during the sex act. For it is the male who reaches peak intensity — never the female.

Unwittingly, every man, with every thrust, is communicating to his mate his hunting virility. This hits her limbic brain.

If you’ve witnessed enough pr0n you know that at the final stages, the female is always reduced to a quivering, dripping, bump target. (Yes, it’s not just your lovers.)

And, of course, there are endless battle accounts of men spontaneously creaming in their pants upon victory/ battle survival. Surviving a bullet festival is a highly arousing event. This aspect of battle is excised from most historical accounts — which are directed at teen males, anyway.

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This is the yin yang of humanity.

She slaves on as the heart and stomach of humanity — holding body and soul together — creating the next generation.

He risks all as the mind and vision of humanity — protecting and expanding the human space against all threats — while bringing home the bacon.

Equal, they are not.

Female culture is always drivel. For they are wired to talk to and understand babbling infants. Female social experimentation quickly devolves to having no children. Hence the complete absence of successful matriarchies.

(Though these are commonly seen in Africa: elephants, lions, …)

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A woman with too much time on her hands is a force for destruction — to others as well as to herself. The SJWs (including the effeminate males) who now litter the internet are examples of what an easy life mooching off daddy’s money, filled with inexpensive gadgets, and delaying childbirth, if at all, well past 30 will do to the female mind. Idleness corrupts woman, much like power corrupts man. Keeping a woman barefoot and pregnant is probably the best thing for her sanity.

3 thoughts on “Idleness

  1. Alfred says:

    You’re as bored as a slut with many cocks lined up?

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