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[From "British Judge Says Sex With Wife is a “Fundamental Human Right” and Everyone Loses Their Minds"]

The Jewish media puts sex everywhere to make people think about it constantly, but the Jews also make heterosexual sex much more difficult to achieve by introducing convoluted ideas about “consent” and about what marriage is supposed to be.

One man is taking a stand against that bullshit. This judge is bringing old ideas and common sense back into the discussion about the role of marriage in our society, and he’s doing all of that by… saying that a husband should be able to have sex with his wife.

RT wrote:

A British judge has invoked the ire of online commentators, activists and politicians after remarking that it was a man’s “fundamental human right” to have sex with his wife during an already controversial court case.
“I cannot think of any more obviously fundamental human right than the right of a man to have sex with his wife… I think he is entitled to have it properly argued,” senior High Court judge Justice Hayden was quoted as saying during a preliminary hearing on a case involving a married couple of 20 years.
The wife has learning difficulties and her condition is deteriorating, prompting social services to raise the alarm about the potential for sexual abuse in the relationship as they felt the woman was no longer able to make decisions about whether she consented to sexual relations. Social services ultimately brought the case to the Court of Protection in London.
The husband has pledged to no longer sleep with his wife but prosecuting lawyers are still pushing for a court order barring sexual relations to prevent the woman from being raped.

Let’s get something out of the way first: all women have learning difficulties. It’s just a matter of how severe those difficulties are.

That said, if she can say yes or no to a question such as “do you want some ice cream?” or “do you feel like watching a movie?” then she can absolutely consent to sex.

This whole “consent” thing is a retarded Jewish invention that overcomplicates basic male-female interaction. If a woman doesn’t want to have sex, she resists, if she wants to stop having sex while having sex, she makes it known. If she for some reason decides to pretend to be okay with having sex while not feeling like having sex, then that’s her problem. Literally something that happens in her mind that can’t be measured or proven.

The insanity of this story is augmented by the fact that even though the poor husband pledged to no longer sleep with his wife, prosecutors still push for a court order to officially make him unable to have sex with his wife.

Do you understand how insane that is?

If a man can’t have sex with his wife, why does he have a wife?

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The idea about marriage that most people have in their subconscious was put there by tales of old, by their grandfathers, and by the Jewish social-engineering media machine.

If marriage doesn’t ask anything from women, and gives them half of your stuff or more whenever they please, it not only does nothing to stop relationships from breaking down but it actually provides incentives for relationships to break down.

These whores will destroy your life if you let them.

The moment they feel they’ve secured you, that you have no alternative front-hole, and that you’re socially and legally prohibited from looking for their replacement… that’s the moment they’ll decide to stop having sex with you. Sex will become less and less frequent. She’ll never be “in the mood,” she’ll always be tired or with headache. She’ll never treat you the same. She’ll look at you with disdain. She’ll resent you. She’ll feel trapped by you even though you’re the one that’s really trapped. She’ll feel you’re abusive even though she’s the one being abusive.

She’ll file for divorce and she’ll take as much from you as she possibly can, and then she’ll tell everyone you know about how terrible you are. She’ll go fuck some loser that can’t compare to you but that will have more than you because she’ll share the stuff she took from you with him, and they’ll laugh at you every time you go get your kids on the weekends.

Your kids won’t understand why daddy looks so poor now while mommy and her new boyfriend seem so well off. You’ll want to explain to them… but you won’t be able to. You wouldn’t even know where to start.

As time passes, you’ll see how your own kids prefer mommy’s boyfriend. They’ll tell you how funny he is, how many great things they do together, and how much time they spend together. Every time you send them back to her house… you’ll feel like a shadow. An empty human husk trapping the echoes of the man that you once were and mixing them with the cries of the man that you wanted to be.

All because you thought marriage meant something other than your doom.

MGTOW Fairy Tale: The Lost Fisherman

An old man lived in a small cottage by the sea with his wife. He was a fisher, and he was tall and thin, but surprisingly strong, and his skin was darkened and leathery from age and labor. He had white hair and a white beard. His wife was a squat, fat, ugly woman with straw colored hair. She rarely spoke, even to her husband the fisher. They had no children, since their son had died in the King's service.

Every day the fisherman went out to fish and took his catch to market. His wife stayed home and mended nets and tools for him. It was a dull existence for the fisherman, and he often prayed to God to throw him from his boat and let him drown.

One day while the fisherman was out as sea, a storm came upon him, the like of which he had never seen. "Surely" thought the fisherman, "my prayers are answered, and I will soon be drowned." But he was not thrown overboard. The wind and the waves carried the little fishing boat far out into the ocean, and the storm raged on. When finally, the skies cleared the fisherman was hopelessly lost. Having little water, and no definite idea where he was, the fisherman lay down in his boat and waited for the slow and miserable death he was sure would come.

For two days he drifted, lying back in his boat, and around sundown on the second day, he was roused by the impact of the boat against land. As he lay there, he heard the sound of beautiful music. It seemed to him that there was a woman singing a strange, foreign song. He finally climbed out of the boat and onto the shore of a little island, and set off to find the source of the singing. When at last he found the singing woman, it seemed to him in his delirium that the bottom half of her body was as a fish's tail, and that she were a mermaid. And when he tried to speak to her, no sound came out of his parched throat. He swooned before her and fell to the ground unconscious.

The fisherman woke to see the loveliest woman he had ever seen looking down on him. Her skin was smooth and perfect, her hair long and lustrous, her waist thin, her bosom firm, and her tail that of a fish. And the mermaid spoke to him, saying "lost traveler, is there any way I can help you?"

And the man thought that he should ask if she could help him to find his way home, but he did not truly wish to go home. He said, "I had hoped to die, but now I am here, and I am curious. What place is that, and what creature are you? What can you offer to help a lost man from far away?"

And the mermaid explained that she was one of the daughters of the god of the sea, and that she could not return him to his home, but that she could swim down to her father and make a wish on his behalf, and she listened to his story of his dreary life and his sorrow over the loss of his son. And the mermaid went into the ocean, and did not return all night.

When the sun rose the next day, the man felt a strange sensation flowing through his body and he looked down and watched as his skin smoothed out and his dark tan lightened, and when he looked at his reflection in the water, he saw his hair and his beard change before his eyes from white to black, and he was a young man again. And the mermaid rose from the water, and walked onto the beach and was no longer a mermaid, but a woman. And she went to the man and told him that her wish was to give him a new chance at life on the island, and the man was filled with joy.

That night they lay together, and when they awoke the next day, the former mermaid was great with child, and she gave birth, for the mermaid life cycle is different, and within the week, the child looked to be a boy of about five years, and he resembled the man's dead son so strongly that the man could not hold back his joy. And after the first week, the boy aged as a normal human boy. The man build a little house for his new family on the beach, and he worked tirelessly every day. He had to go into the interior of the island to carry fruits and fresh water down to the house, and he went out on his boat and caught fish. And the former mermaid woman stayed in the home and watched over the boy. The fisherman had never been so happy in his life, and he forgot that he had ever come from another land.

The seasons changed, and changed again, and one day the fisher returned home late and found a stranger lying on the shore near his home. He carried the man's unconscious body into the house, and the former mermaid woman nursed him back to health. The stranger was the young Duke Chadwick Cockswain of the land of Poonitopia. He was a powerfully built man, and not easily rattled. He thanked the fisherman for his hospitality and promptly built himself a shelter on the far end of the island, accepting no further help, and thereafter keeping to himself.

For the fisher and his family, things returned to normal, or so it seemed. The fisher couldn't put his finger on it, but it seemed to him that the mermaid woman was less affectionate towards him. Whereas before, she had always been content to stay in the house almost all the time, and watch after the boy, she began insisting that the fisherman was not doing enough around the house. She would demand that the fisherman take the boy with her so that she could focus on mending clothes and tools, but when the fisher and his son would return in the evening, no work would have been done.

Finally, one day the fisher came home and the woman and the boy were gone. He set out to look for them, and came across them at Duke Chadwick's house. And the mermaid woman told the fisher, "I'm sorry, but I'm with Chadwick, now." And the fisher was dismayed, and demanded, "How can you do this to me? To our son?"

"You shouldn't be surprised" the mermaid woman said, "our relationship has been over for a long time, now."

"What are you talking about? I thought you were happy. You made the wish for our life together. How can you throw that away? What does Chadwick have that I don't?"

"It's not about him. I've just felt trapped. You don't listen to me. I still love you, I'm just not in love with you blah, blah, blah"

And the fisher protested, but to no avail. And he took his son by the hand and turned to go home, but the mermaid stopped him, saying "where do you think you're going with my son?"

And they could not agree on who should keep the boy, and finally the mermaid woman summoned her father, the God of the sea, and he convened a hearing to determine the boy's fate.

The fisher and the mermaid woman argued their cases, and the sea God contemplated. And he judged that the mother should have the child, and that the father should deliver to Chadwick's house an amount of food, fresh water, and clothing sufficient for the care of the child, under pain of death.

And the fisher was forced to toil for nothing, alone on his side of the island, and he wept every day, for having lost his son twice. And the time past that the boy reached manhood, but he did not come to see his father, having been told lies that he was a bad man and had abused the mermaid woman. One day the mermaid woman came to the fisher to tell him that their son had died in an accident. But the fisher had no tears left to shed. Years of solitude passed and the mermaid woman returned again, and said, "Hey"

And the fisher was suspicious, and said "what?"

And the mermaid woman said, "I miss you."

And the fisher invited her in, but he was not fooled. And he listened to her talk, and he said little. He learned that she had left Duke Chadwick, because she had caught him fucking one of the wood nymphs that live in the interior of the island. Much as he hated her, he allowed her to stay on his side of the island again, and in exchange, she mended his clothes and tools when needed, and cooked his meals for him. And they grew old, and the mermaid woman became squat, fat, and ugly, and the fisher became thin and leathery and gray haired.

And one day the fisher went out to fish and was caught in a storm like he had only seen once before. It carried him away and he became lost. After days of drifting his boat made landfall, and he got out and heard music. He followed the sound of a woman's singing and came across a she-centaur. The she-centaur said that she was the daughter of the God of the mountain, and that she could make a wish to make him happy.

And the fisher said, "fuck that noise" and he got back in his boat and cast out to sea. No one knows if he ever made landfall again or if he drowned.