Red Flags

                            Nature's way of saying BEWARE!

Nature often gives us warning signs that a dangerous species is at hand. We should remember to apply this wisdom when dealing with women too. It is nature's ancient way of telling you: beware of this creature!

It's well known that a promiscuous woman will have trouble bonding with a man. And the more promiscuous they've been the more of a problem they'll be. It goes without saying that most women today, at least in the West, have been promiscuous at some point in their lives - going above and beyond their native narcissism. And that inevitably explodes into psychological manifestations like bipolarism, misandry borderline personality disorder and others.

Fortunately, like their counterparts in the wild, these creatures give off warning signs: behaviors and appearances that make them easy to spot.

Feminist: BEWARE! Any species of feminist! Misandry, bipolarism and narcissism alert! And watch out - many feminists today pretend to be conservatives - before springing their psychological disorders on you.

Pro-abortion: BEWARE! She'll either have your child or kill your child depending on what's more profitable for her at the moment. Then blame you for it.

Armpit hair: BEWARE! Lesbian!

Tattoos: BEWARE! More than two are dead giveaways you've got a real narcissist on the line. One with troublingly low impulse control. And the more tattoos the more the narcissism - and the lower the impulse control. Which your best friend will come to appreciate.

Piercings: BEWARE! No more than one, maybe two, per ear lobe is permissible. Narcissism/bipolar - and often borderline personality disorder (BPD) too. As always with women: the further they depart from nature the worse they become.

Eyeliner: Too much = BPD.

Fingernail polish: BEWARE! Black or purple fingernails are clear warning signs of narcissism/BPD.

Hair: BEWARE! Pink, purple, blue, green, yellow, bottle black, etc., = serious bipolar/BPD issues. The minute she gets miffed at you for forgetting to do something she wanted, she'll be jumping into bed with her ex. Or your best friend.

Dresses: Anything more than a couple of inches above the knee screams "narcissist". And the more above the knee, the more the narcissist. Often accompanied by BPD.

Social media influencer: BEWARE! Especially Only Fans models. Serious narcissism/bipolar/BPD/misandry issues.

Body count: BEWARE! When dating, none is definitely best. More than that = misandry/bipolarism/BPD. Body counts closely parallel a woman's degrees of misandry/bipolarism/BPD. The higher it is the worse she is. If she refuses to divulge her body count then you know infallibly that it's high. And if she says, "Only two... or three" then know she's lying. Up to twenty or thereabouts and women remember exactly how many men (and women) they've had sex with.

Kids... doesn't want them: BEWARE! Laziness/narcissism.

Can't cook: BEWARE! Laziness.

Won't clean: BEWARE! Laziness.

No religion: BEWARE! Bipolarism/BPD/misandry. Especially if she complains how religions are holdovers from the "patriarchy".

There are, it's true, women out there who check none of these boxes. But they're rare - very rare - and you're probably not worthy of them. If you can find one who checks off only two or three consider yourself blessed and highly favored.

Of course you're free to ignore this advice. Well, consider yourself fairly warned. But... do you really want to come back here in a year or two and have to admit: "Fitz, you were right!"

Fitz

Conspiracy Theory

                           "You're a conspiracy theorist!"

Do yourself a favor. Go to Google or Grok and ask, "Was the assassination attempt on Donald Trump at the 2026 White House Correspondents Dinner a psy-op?" You'll get the answer "It's a Conspiracy Theory!" Go and see.

But some who were there (as the grainy videos attest), some at least seemed quite unflustered by it all. I mean who sits around, calmly finishing their supper and taking pictures - at the sound of gunfire - when those around them are diving for cover? You'd almost think they knew ahead of time that something was afoot. Very much like those calm guys just strolling around in the Charlie Kirk assassination videos.

Then there's the strange manifesto of the alleged shooter, school teacher Cole Allen, who made it a point to say that FBI Director Cash Patel was NOT on his death list:
https://fox11online.com/newsletter-daily/friendly-federal-assassin-read-the-accused-gunmans-cole-tomas-allen-full-manifesto-sent-before-dinner-attack-white-house-correspondents-dinner-shooting-trump-administration-political-violence-secret-service-safety-security

And how, in this day and age, does someone waltz through multiple layers of security - said to be six in this case - with guns - to within shooting distance of a US President and many other top level US government officials? Strange.

And what were Trump and JD Vance and so many top level US government officials doing gathered under the same roof? I mean what if Iran were to drop a sooper-dooper Kheibar Shekan ballistic missile on their heads? Where would we all be then?

I was in the US Navy once. The captain and the executive officer (second in command) on a Navy ship are rarely in the same space at the same time - and never when in a war zone - for an obvious reason: if the captain is killed the XO takes command of the ship. You don't want the two most senior officers on a ship getting killed at once. That would cause problems.

At YouTube, Jimmy Dore and Valhalla VFT explore some of the many oddities in the delivered narrative:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BMMSI-18aFQ

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DxpS_SU00qk

In any event, the administration and its factotums have seized on the event as proof a ballroom must be built at the WH or it'll be the end of us all! It's become an obsession with them. Strange. Jimmy Dore in particular gets into the weeds regarding it.

For my part, and I probably don't need to remind anyone reading this: whenever the MSM bots start crying, "Conspiracy Theory!" it's time to count the silverware.

Fitz

This is Our Problem, Friends....

Dummies.... Many, many dummies. More than ever before. Many of them can vote - and when they come across something they see at Facebook, etc. (like below), they BELIEVE it.

Jews have a term: "goyishe kopf". Look it up. They factor it into their plans.

Fitz


"Saleheh Akbari was helping the injured during the January protests and massacre in her home. Agents of the Islamic regime came for her at home. In front of her husband and child, they killed her. Then they took her body.

"Later, they used her lifeless finger to unlock her phone. They sent messages to her husband. They told him they had his wife’s genitalia in their hands and sent him photographs.

"He had already been imprisoned and tortured. Still, this was something else. Something that broke whatever was left.

"They did not even allow him to mourn her at her tomb. No funeral. No goodbye.

"Yesterday, he could not carry it any longer and took his own life."

https://www.facebook.com/DavidJHarrisJr/posts/saleheh-akbari-was-helping-the-injured-during-the-january-protests-and-massacre-/1587357179629484/

Strange Days

I spent a few hours yesterday standing at a busy intersection in my city, holding up this sign. As usual, when I hold up one of my signs - always at a busy intersection - not too many respond: honks... thumbs up... or middle fingers for that matter. At most one in fifty of those passing by. Still, thousands might pass by in an hour, so they are getting seen.

Most responses are positive to the messages of my signs, and usually, it's divided about equally between men and women. Yesterday was different though. More people were responding positively than usual. A lot more. And most (eighty-ninety percent) of these were women.

One of the ladies even stopped, thanked me profusely, and apologized that she couldn't join me. Very heartwarming, that.

And as you might have noticed in your own cities, vagrants are taking over. I've been going to one particular intersection for about five years. At the start there were no vagrants there. Now, they're on all four corners. Usually, there's no problem but yesterday one particularly unkempt specimen walked up and angrily accused me of "poaching" the corner.

Words were exchanged. I told him I wasn't leaving and he walked off violently cursing me over his shoulder. I kept a watchful eye out after that, in case he tried to bum rush me when my back was turned. Happily, he didnt.

Strange days have found us, friends - and they're getting stranger by the day.

Fitz

Has it Been a Year Already?

Pope-a-mama died a year ago this day. Does anyone, anywhere, miss the guy?

Just kidding.

Fitz

Random Meme Saturday

Mr. Bungles

After a long search I finally re-found this old article by the incomparable Incogman. Incogman's site might be familiar to some reading this. It, and probably him personally, were under constant attack by Jewry. It was a great place to hang out; both for Incogman's witty take on things and the many characters who posted comments there.

Incogman has since gone dark, but he does maintain something of a (much diminished) presence at Gab: https://gab.com/INCOGMAN

Fitz


Hey, let’s stop for a few minutes and do a little thought-experimentation here, OK?

Let’s just say you’re some regular White person and all, who stumbled upon this blog out of the blue and are now saying to yourself “WTF?” What’s all this stuff about, anyways? You sure as hell don’t want to hate anyone, now do you?

Now, let’s pretend that you live in a nice house, with a big happy family and then this neighbor comes along and tells you that the guy down the street, Mr. Bungles, hates your guts for something your cousin once did to him way back in college. You blow it all off, not wanting to cause a ruckus about it.

Then your son tells you that Mr. Bungles is now buying beer and weed for the neighborhood “Gangstas,” befriending and being pals with them for some reason. And then your daughter insists she saw Mr. Bungles stealing your mail last week. You just chalk it up to her imagination.

Then, your dog ends-up poisoned, your car gets keyed and you constantly have other acts of petty vandalism to your property.
Your daughter, pissed off at you for not listening to her about Mr. Bungles in the first place, takes up with the neighborhood gang out of teenage frustration (don’t we all go through that phase as kids?). The next thing you know, the whole gang is out partying on your front lawn and are now buddying up to your son, too.

Then you find out you’re the victim of identity theft; and whoever did it, ran up a huge credit debt, possibly even bankrupting you. Plus, you discover your homeowner's insurance has been mysteriously cancelled. Next, you catch a gangsta trying to burn your house down. You manage to put out the flames but the SOB gets clean away.

You try to tell the police about your suspicions of Mr. Bungles stealing your identity, but they just laugh in your face, calling you an "anti-Clownite", since poor Mr. Bungles belongs to the always-so-victimized Clown race.

The police call you a hater to your face, kindly suggesting that you just shut the hell up or they’ll throw your White butt in jail. Then, per chance, you find out that Mr. Bungle’s cousin is the police chief — another Clown.

That really ticks you off, so off you go to City Hall to see if you can get any help. While waiting in the foyer, you happen to look up and see the mayor’s portrait hanging there — that’s when you notice that his highness has got himself a big cherry nose, red afro and a toothy, smirking grin.

Frustrated as all hell by now, you decide to stop by the offices of the local newpaper to see if they’ll look into your story and, when you get there, they send out a reporter named Ronald Bungles to talk to you.

Now, at some point, you finally get it and realize you have a real problem with this guy, Mr. Bungles, the Clown down the street, and his friends.

One would hope you finally get it. – Incogman