Well, this is a disappointment.
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Have You Heard
The personal site of Jack Baruth
Month: May 2014 (page 1 of 2)
Those of you who have been simultaneously willing to hear me babble about Malaysia for a year yet too cheap to buy the magazine can finally see what the big deal was about.
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My predecessor at The Truth About Cars, the notoriously dildo-obsessed and frankly perverse Bertel Schmitt, is currently running around Facebook trying to shop some “numbers” that prove that his reign of error at the site was some sort of statistical high point. Obviously, that’s incorrect.
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I warned you this was going to happen, when I wrote that
A disproportionate number of incels are extremely intelligent, because a majority of women tend to be suspicious of intelligence in men and associate it with creepiness/nerdiness/unfuckability. So what do you get when you have a vast community of permanent incels with high IQs and plenty of time on their hands?
Turns out you get seven dead people and 13 injured ones. Maybe. If you believe that Eliot Rodger was just an incel with time on his hands. And you get a couple million people who want to prop up their agendas with those bodies.
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Oooh! The Eliot-Rodgers-a-likes of “The Car Lounge” have assigned me official Dark Triad status! But are they correct?
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Apparently, eBay was hacked in some semi-significant fashion. Today they made me change my password.
To something besides “cactus”.
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I say, beware of all enterprises that require new clothes, and not rather a new wearer of clothes. If there is not a new man, how can the new clothes be made to fit? If you have any enterprise before you, try it in your old clothes. All men want, not something to do with, but something to do, or rather something to be.
I’m enjoying an extended Vegas residence, compliments of weather in the Midwest and my Amex. This morning, I found something worth reading, and I’d like to share it with all of you.
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Well, that was a fascinating two days at Summit Point’s Shenandoah. More to come, but I’m already 600 drive and 1500 fly miles distant from there, in Las Vegas. My sleep debt looks like America’s national one.
1992 was a long, long, long time ago. Let me tell you about how I (the guy on the right in the above photo) met the guy on the left, and what happened then.
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