The Buckinchere Transcendence

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  • Scorn of a woman

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    B. Lorenzo Buckinchere

    Apr 28, 2024

    There is an old saying; “hell hath no fury quite like the scorn of a woman.” It really is true. But the real question is, what have I done to deserve their scorn?

    While attending high school in Jamaica, I never had much luck talking to girls. They would always give me mixed signals, lead me on, and waste my time. Before ultimately rejecting me over something as shallow and minuscule as my weight, in favor of dating thugs and idiots.

    During my early twenties, I lived in a Brooklyn ghetto, where a majority of people had more or less the same type of mentality, but in a different form. Not long after, I decided that her juice is just not worth the squeeze, and resigned myself to a life of bachelorhood.

    Eventually, I moved to Los Angeles, where I enjoyed a few good years of privacy as a reclusive bachelor. About one year, and a half into my new life, I started to notice that women were staring at me in public. They were not smiling, or being respectful in the way they express interest, like they do with other guys. They would just stand there, staring silently. Some of them actually looked crossed.

    At this point, I was just about turning 30, and didn’t want to waste any more time on false leads. I already developed a complex where I feel like they wouldn’t like me. So, I figured I would save us both the trouble by avoiding contact altogether. But to my surprise, that is when they would approach me. Is it my age, or location? Perhaps a little of both?

    Why are they approaching me now, after I have already made up my mind to avoid contact with any of them? They don’t want you when you are chasing them. But as soon as you either settle down and go steady, or call it quits, that is when they suddenly decide that they want to push themselves onto you. What the hell is wrong with people?

    If only their interest in me was genuine, but I am sure it’s not. Many of them only wanted to lead me on, just so they could shoot me down when I chased them. When I didn’t chase them, they found more subtle ways to reject me regardless. For example, they might fix their hair with their left hand after I have already seen them write with their right hand. They only use their left hand whenever I am around, just to make sure I see the ring.

    Another nasty tactic of theirs would be to act like they are searching for something on their phones. Making sure to come across a picture they took with some guy they want me to assume is their boyfriend. And after my final job in New York dealing with bitchy colleagues, I figured that I just about had it up to here with women. I am not through with them, but I am also not going to chase them, you can be certain of that.

    Those mean tactics really used to get to me in my twenties. But now I cannot help but to laugh at how pathetic they all are. Imagine having to resort to using the allure of platonic conversation, to lure someone who is clearly NOT interested, into a rejection trap. That is how deep it runs with them. Are you able to trust a creature such as this? If she can set you up for unwarranted rejection, she can also set you up to get robbed and shot. I already told you that her poison juice is not worth the squeeze.

    I accept that that’s just the way they are. It would be bad enough if she doesn’t like me, I don’t like her either, and we simply leave it at that. It would be bad enough like I said. And at this point, it would actually be kind of cool to be honest. But do you know what really puzzles me? Why do they stare at someone they neither like, nor respect? Here is my theory.

    Women tend to compartmentalize different men in their heads based on several factors, such as money, status, and physical appearance. Whether or not they know they are compartmentalizing you, that is exactly what they are doing. Now, me personally? I am a large black man. Not only that but, let’s just say that there is more of me to love. Oh yea, one more thing. I am not a stupid ghetto thug out here acting a fool. Those factors alone would make me instantly unattractive to ghetto girls, and worthy only of mockery in their eyes.

    If there is one thing you should know about me, it is that I, B. Lorenzo Buckinchere, do not kowtow to societal expectations. I have my own plans for being alive, and I wasn’t born for this shit. That statement alone would be fighting words, sure to make a lot of enemies. My no-nonsense approach to life is not something I need tattooed to my forehead in order to make it known. People are highly perceptive, and they can pick up on these things. It is written all over my body language, whether, or not I was always aware of it. Not that I intend to change it, because I am not hiding from anybody.

    They have created a social pecking order in their heads, and place you where they think you belong based on looks and financial status. Based on how they perceive me, they expected me to be some kind of a desperate incel, out here simping for female validation. But when she sees that I don’t even notice her, she starts to worry. She worries because I have single-handedly destroyed her ego, along with her delusions, and nothing in her world makes sense anymore.

    She also fears that I, who she looks down on so much, could possibly go out and find another woman who is undoubtedly kinder, prettier and classier than she will ever be. Only to come back and rub it in her face. Worse than that, she is afraid that I could actually settle down, and find happiness with someone special. And that our love will serve as a good example for a happy relationship while she is still stuck in the ghetto with the stupid derelict thug.

    Or worse, as a single mother after her boyfriend is either killed, or sent to prison. She is a narcissistic attention whore who is ruled by the spirit of jezebel. The last thing she wants is for the public to bear witness to the fact that someone she considers as being worthy of nothing but ridicule can actually go out and do better than her. Think of all the other men she ridicules who can be helped by the example of my success story.

    Whether or not I actually have those intentions. Those scenarios with me and another woman, is still a vivid reality in her head. They keep her awake at night, and motivate her to try and drop subtle hints of rejection in my subconscious every time she encounters me. She hopes to assassinate my future chances for happiness by shooting my confidence in the present moment.

    She is further motivated when she realizes that she will; “look like a punk out here in these streets,” if she feels like I dissed her, and she didn’t do anything about it. So then she attacks me to defend her street cred, and also her ego so she can sleep well at night.

    All these things, and God alone knows what else could possibly be running through her head, and all I want is to live a happy and hedonistic existence on my own terms. She can dish it, but she cannot take it. And the very thought of getting rejected herself is unacceptable to her. Sometimes, you just have to let evil people stew in their own miserable juices. Which is exactly what will happen when everything they have planned for you, backfires.

    Thankfully, not all women are like that. I have been very fortunate to have met some truly amazing women these past 20 years, and in some of the most unexpected places at that. They too are outcasts, so they know exactly what it feels like to be ostracized by the world. And we have made a pact that in our world, there will be nothing but love. They help make the duty and obligation that I have to reject evil women far more bearable than it otherwise would have been. They are a beacon of light to the world, and to the future, and they have given me hope.

  • She is not your girl, it’s just your turn

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    B. Lorenzo Buckinchere

    Feb 18, 2024

    Any typical man would be concerned if he suspected his wife of infidelty. But poor men, generally speaking, tend to be more jealous and possessive of their women than their wealthier counterparts.

    Wealthy men on the other hand tend to have more of a liberal approach to infidelity. Of course they would still hurt if they were to feel betrayed. Afterall it’s just human nature.

    But there is something different in how they choose to handle it. Perhaps it is a difference in cultural mindset, but the wealthy are more likely to be cuckolds than the poor. If you don’t know what a cuckold is, it is a man who is sexually gratified at the thought of his wife sleeping with other men.

    Not only does he tolerate her cheating ways, he actually encourages it. A cuckold will even go so far as to roleplay that his wife is a dirty cheating slut. And he will grind out her needle eye rather vigorously as she confesses her many sleazy love affairs to him. In more extreme cases, he actually likes to watch his wife in bed with another man, and may even join them for a threesome. For those who are more audibly stimulated, talking dirty, and calling her a slut will cause him to cum harder. Or perhaps in some instances, it will cause them both to cum harder, together.

    This is a genuine fetish that some men have for sex workers and slutty women in general. So much so that some of the cuckolded men do not want to settle down and start a family because they think sluts are more exciting, but prudes are boring and mundane. It seems to me that the only name they have to go by is Cuckold. But to avoid confusion, one should be aware that it is the man who is a cuckold, and not his fetish. So far as I know, they still have yet to give an official title to this rather adventurous fetish in question. It is definitely a form of polyamory, and certainly a form of voyeurism. But why don’t I just call it “Pornephilia?” A fetish for whores!

    Say what you will about sluts and cucks, many of them have genuinely happier marriages, and way more active sex lives than the insecure poor man with nothing to offer but toxicity. With that said, if cuckoldry is not your thing, then obviously don’t engage in it. But also, quit being a dick. What is the difference in cultural mindset why the wealthy are more likely to be cuckolds than the poor?

    To be honest, cuckoldry is not exclusive to the wealthy. Any man can be a cuck. It just so happens that wealthy men can afford to practice more forms of hedonistic indulgence, far more often. The main requirement is to be open minded about women and sex. A secondary requirement is to have an accurate understanding as it relates to the purpose of the female gender in the bedroom.

    Now I don’t know about other men, but personally, I have compartmentalized in my head, the two main types of women. Sluts and prudes. Sluts are your concubines, but prudes are for breeding your offspring. My children, especially the boys, are the immortalization of my lineage on this plain of existence. If she wants to be a slut after she is done giving birth, I don’t care what she does. But giving birth to my flesh and blood is a delicate process that will not be compromised under any circumstances. On the other hand, if I have categorized her as a concubine, then I could care less who she sleeps with. Because I understand that she is not my girl, it’s just my turn. She is not my property, I am not looking for commitment, and she can do whatever she wants with her body as long as I get my turn.

    As crude as that may sound to some, the thing to remember is that the reason why poor, ignorant men are so jealous and possessive of their women, is because they have a scarcity mindset that transfers to other areas of their lives. His emotional quotient is so low, that if he is not into cuckoldry, and he even remotely suspects his woman of cheating, he would much rather argue with her, and almost risk killing her than to go find another girl.

    He has bought a lie that she is some perfect angel who can do no wrong. And because of his low EQ, his ego cannot handle it when he discovers the reality of her inherently selfish nature as a female. As such, he tries to force her to change into his idea of who she ought to be versus accepting the reality of who she is, and then take it from there. Hurting and controlling other people is the only way he knows how to hold on to the very little that he is so used to having for much of his life. And that IS his problem, you see. That is the kind of scarcity mindset that will keep him jaded and unfulfilled for the rest of his life.

    Any man who wants to control and possess another living creature with a mind of its own, is a FOOL. You cannot watch her 24/7. You have to fall asleep at some point. And even if you put a chastity belt around her waist, she can always use her mouth if she really wants to cheat. Just think about how many “virgins” had other boyfriends before they got married. The only reason why she bled on her wedding night is because she used her other two orifices to preserve her virginity for matrimony. This is a more common practice in the east than it is in the west.

    What I understand about women is what most wealthy, and intellectual men alike also understand. She is human first, with flaws and desires just like everybody else. And she is good for just one thing. Wealthy minded men are high value men with a sense of abundance. Even if they are genuinely hurt by her cheating, they are not going to let their cheating wife stand in the way of them and their next million. They have board meetings and business trips to attend. The most they may do is get a divorce, and find someone else. But they do not have time to stand there and argue all day. There are a million different women throwing themselves at your feet once you get to that level.

    Sluts are party animals. They are fun loving but they drive kind’a fast. So you should only have fun with her, but do not allow yourself to catch any real feelings for her, unless you want to get hurt in the process. If you know you cannot handle the sight of her laughing and dancing with another man, then don’t talk to the slut. You will try to break her neck, and end up getting hurt yourself.

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  • Your colleagues are NOT your friends

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    B. Lorenzo Buckinchere

    Jan 7, 2024

    Exactly one year ago on this day, I was fired from my promising job, at an airport near San Diego. I stood up for the sake of truth, and what I believed in, by exposing the rotten pigs who were trying to railroad me. And although I wasn’t expecting it, it would be nice to have the support of my colleagues. Perhaps the very colleagues who were constantly complaining to me about management every Saturday night in my car as I was dropping them off from work. But to my lack of surprise, you could almost hear a pin drop while I was being railroaded, and sure enough, one year later, where are they now? Just like that, a familiar feeling has washed over me, and I thought to myself, “here we go again!” The question is, why do I keep missing the red flags, and what red flags did I miss this time?

    The first answer is actually quite simple. I keep missing the red flags because the red flags keep changing, which means that they must have been studying me behind my back to see how much I know, and what kind of game they can run. Each Psy-Op is conducted on a case by case basis. It also helps if my ex-colleagues are involved in gang-stalking, and there is some kind of pre-existing file on me that they were able to access. Why else would it seem like they already knew who I was when I was just meeting them for the first time? Technology has made gang-stalking easier! Never forget where we live, or when we live.

    Although details may change on a case by case basis, the one red flag that never changes is that colleagues (usually females) tried befriending me much too quickly. Real friendships are based on trust, and often take years to build. So if you feel like the friendship is moving too fast, especially at work, you are not the one in charge of the friendship. They are taking you for a ride, and a pretty wild one at that. No friendship should ever feel forced, or controlled. That’s really toxic, and should trigger off loud, blaring red flags in your head.

    Another red flag is if you notice an imbalance in the gender with whom you find yourself interacting more often. In my case, I was a man having more contact with females than males. Out of context, it may sound like I have just won the lottery. But remember that you are supposed to be having balanced interactions with everyone when you are at work, and always keep it professional. At one point, there were so many female colleagues, that they almost drowned out my potential to interact with male colleagues, and only so I could give them rides in my car and listen to their problems.

    I am not saying that you can’t have female friends, but not at work, and not when it’s just that many of them. That is usually a red flag that they are all part of a clique, and that they formed their clique first before deciding to befriend you. Before I knew it, they all started approaching me, one after the other without me realizing that it was more, or less the same type of girls. That’s someone trying to commandeer your life as a group.

    My ex-colleagues even helped the female manager who tried to railroad me, by inviting me to a baby shower at the last minute, and then lied that they invited me earlier. Only to help the manager spy on me by proxy, after I was already fired. It would never cross my mind to do that to anyone, but to them, it came naturally. If you like having female friends, that’s on you, but as far as I’m concerned, women make really shitty friends. They can’t even stand each other for pete’s sake! How could I expect them to be a good friend towards me? Anyway, bottom line! You need your male homies. A woman’s only place is in my bed.

    Heterosexual members of opposite genders generally don’t make very good platonic friends in any case. Even if there is no sexual tension on one part, there is bound to be sexual tension on the part of the other, which can be a very lonely experience. And even if there is no sexual tension on the part of either of them, the man is still somewhat susceptible to feminine charm, which makes it easier for her to manipulate him. The best, and brightest of men have fallen prey to the charm of the woman.

    Examples of such men would include Samson, Ahab, and King David. Your male colleagues are by no means innocent in any of this. Men can be the biggest simps when it comes to females, and will generally just support whatever she wants, at your expense. What usually happens is that everyone at the job agrees to target the one whom they feel is the safest option, and doubles down on their onslaught when their intended target fights back.

    You probably woke up to go to work with the intention of being nice to everyone. To reciprocate the friendship of anyone who befriended you, whom you also liked. But as the saying goes, “The road to HELL is paved with good intentions.” Most of your colleagues on the other hand woke up with the intention of doing whatever it takes to get ahead in the world. To kowtow to the boss, and support whatever narrative they push, however false it is. To get what they want by befriending any unsuspecting colleague. To gang-stalk, and railroad anyone they feel is a safe target (or a threat), and still expect to get treated like a good, upstanding human being, by the very people they have targeted.

    In short, your colleagues are NOT your friends. They are your competition, and they will do whatever it takes to provide food for themselves and their children. Even while they are smiling in your face, they have not lost sight of the fact that they still see you as the competition. They are hoping they can convince you otherwise, but they themselves will never forget.

    They are watching you, and waiting for the moment you make a mistake, so they can report you, get you fired, and take your share. Zero for you, double for them. They can sleep well at night so long as they can convince themselves that they did it for their kids, and that you somehow deserve what you got. This is by definition, a rat race. And who else do you expect to find in a rat race, if not a bunch of rat bastards?

    I am not saying to go to work, and be anti-social. All I am saying is to keep it amicable, but stay alert, remain impartial, and ultimately plan your exit strategy from day one. For example, you might say something to the effect of, “I’m only going to work here for 2 years to save my start-up capital so I don’t have to work for such a blasted bunch of ingrates anymore.”

    If you happen to make friends on the job, it probably won’t happen in the short term. True work friendships usually begin after you have both left the job, as hindsight is 20/20, and the best measure of loyalty. If you were able to survive the entire tenure without trying to back-stab each other, you probably would not realize that until after the end of your tenure.

    Ultimately, try to find friends outside of work. Even if you are new in town, like I was when I first started that job, get out of the house more often. Go out to your local bars and taverns during your free time. You never know who you could meet. You can finally bask in the sharing of experiences with others of similar walk, without the looming threat of rat race competition.

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