Rabbit Reproduction Has Its Problems

Stumbled on this one:

Every other month I receive two vials of frozen sperm in a nitrogen tank, which is then emptied, the vials labeled and kept frozen until the exact time of month I’m ready for them. This window of readiness is brief: 12 to 24 hours. When I detect that ovulation is imminent, the vial is defrosted. Ninety minutes later, 17 million sperm are inserted into my uterus via a catheter.

I do this because I am 39 and single and my craving for a child eclipses everything else, including my secret fear that this process will be successful.

The donor I have chosen is tall, well educated, lean, laconic, a chemical engineer who researches renewables. He’s a cyclist, they tell me, who clicks down the halls of the center in his special cycling shoes. Affable but not warm. His mother’s people are Tatars, Muslim nomads from the Central Asian Steppe. I like all that he seems to represent: intellect, precision, hardiness, planetary repair.

One week each month I pee daily on a test strip and wait for either an empty circle, which means the window is closed, or a smiley face, indicating an egg’s imminent release.

At a bachelorette dinner for a friend in late July, I met Sadie. She was loud, brash, a presence. From across the table, I overheard her describing plans to drive south for the coming eclipse, and a deep longing welled up inside me.

“If you have space —— ” I said.

“We may.”

So she chose a Muslim Nomad psychopath sperm donor as the Dad who will never be there to fill up the turkey baster that will impregnate her while she pieces together the little Frankenstein that is going to carry on her SJW genes into the next generation. High long-form DRD4 finds high long-form DRD4, and I am sure she never even heard of DRD4. These people were born to be culled by Darwin.

It is crazy to get a window into someone else’s soul, and come away so depressed. It is crazier still to think a long period of enduring incredible fear, discomfort, and misery, would reprogram her amygdala to enjoy the peaceful moments and restore happiness and purpose to her life. Pleasure, dopamine, and lack of conflict really does eliminate happiness.

After reading that, I was watching Manhunter on John Walsh’s Justice channel. It is like the old TV Show Cops, but instead of patrol officers, it follow around real US Marshals. The Marshals were chasing a fugitive Bloods gang member, and in trying to hunt him down they ran into a problem. He had nine babies by nine different baby-mommas, all of which his mother said were little babies (meaning that those nine babies were his one to three month impregnation rate – and that was while he was laying low on the lam, hiding from the US Marshalls). That greatly increased the number of places he might be crashing. The Marshals hit their database, searched birth records for baby-momma addresses that listed him as the father, and found him on the first try at the latest baby-momma’s crib.

This is quite a divergence in the species, and the white SJW is not a winning strategy that will figure in the divergence. Between the religious ultra-K’s who want to raise babies, and the criminal ultra-r-strategist rakes who are too irresponsible to avoid impregnation during their fifty to a hundred and twenty one night stands per year that yield impregnations, the end of this r-period is generating an enormous split between two psychologies, and they are both destined for conflict.

I don’t know how long the r can persist, but every year it does, the ultimate mortality that will one day ensue is growing. Of course before those little baby Bloods members make it to the K-strategists in Oklahoma to have it out, they will be killing that one Muslim science experiment incubated by the single white career chick in New York City – assuming when he is born he doesn’t explode up out of the leftist bimbo’s chest like the creature from Alien and begin biting people’s heads off.

Tell others about r/K Theory, because the big culling is coming