Wimminz – celebrating skank ho's everywhere

Everyone is by definition a son or daughter, but depending on age and circumstance not everyone is a father or mother.

As a son and a father, while in some distant sense I can see that the offspring of my sons are related to me, I can also see that if I had been the one to impregnate the wimminz in question, said kids would be more related to me… in essence I can “feel” the genetic difference between something that is notionally 25% me vs something that is notionally 50% me.

I can feel it at the level you ask the question “should I reserve that young wimminz for my sons to impregnate, or should i impregnate her myself?” and if I do it myself do I feel like I am ‘stealing’ something from my sons?

I just mention this in the light of the news this week that that oh so nearly full EU member country Turkey is saying that 9 years of age is the minimum age at which an individual can be married… and 9 years old is probably closer to my grandson’s era mating pool than my own, but the way the world is going lately I will make a more eligible future husband for said primary school gurlz than either my sons or grandsons, simply because I could provide for the little bitchez better…

In other news a crypto currency that didn’t exist this time last year is worth more than the GDP of the entire EU now, the Dow that was insanity when it went into five digits is now past 25,000, and thank fuck there is an arab spring in Iran, or is that Sweden or the Ruhr, I get so confused, anyway from now on the petrodollar is going to be replaced with the petroblockchain or the petroyuan or something, maybe amazon gift vouchers, but the story that is getting absolutely no traction or even mentions anywhere in any MSM channel or anywhere else, is this.

lots and lots and lots and lots of ordinary people in the street are going online to buy really basic shit, and yes, much of it is “just in time” imported cheap / exploitative / crap, and finding that the major retailers are simply out of stock of the entire range, nope, no kids dark school trousers / skirts in any size, sorry, nope, no kids generic trainers, nope, no generic inch by eighth brass wood screws, nope, no 10 mm plastic channel / edging, nope, no 240 gsm white card stock, nope no whatever it was you were looking for…  it’s almost like up the line a lot of large corporate buyers / importers know something we don’t… because nobody here even knows what the baltic dry index is, much less what it means or what it is doing…

I should write a bestseller, 101 uses for a dead cat has been done, so I’m thinking 101 uses for a dead raghead, or 101 uses for a dead jew, or 101 uses for a dead wimminz, I dunno, you think Salman Rushdie and Charlie Hebdo got shit for making islam jokes in print, any one of those would probably get me thrown in jail within 72 hours of trying to publish, course we don’t have a first amendment here, but if I was a yank I could write 101 uses for a dead constitution or 101 uses for a dead senator or 101 uses for a dead cop, and see how far your first amendment protections last…

… for myself I know things are beyond fucked when I’m with a mate and I make a bad taste joke, a bit like the Blue Brothers clip, how much for the leetle girls, your wimmin, I want to buy them… you know what I mean, the sort of joke you can share with someone who has known you for 20 or more years, knows where you’re coming from, lots of shared history, all that good shit.. used to be you’d get some riposte, some insult, some laugh, some something, last few weeks I’ve been getting thoughtful silences instead, like they are thinking of saying, 50 bucks, payable over 50 weeks?

I’ve been accused, usually falsely and maliciously, of all kinds of outlandish shit over the years, and for my sins I have never actually thought about those accusations in any detail.. I’ve thought how can you say that, how could anyone believe that, how do you come up with that shit, but I have never actually tried to picture myself in the place of someone actually doing said thing, I guess it never occurred to me, because the accusation was bullshit, so why would I… but lately I have been questioning some of that shit… notably that manchester concert bombing a while ago, there was a homeless dude nearby who one minute was praised as a self less hero, and the next minute as a dirty graverobbing bastard, I never really thought he was either, as much as I ever thought about the story, which wasn’t at all really, as in *thought*, but nowadays I wonder, maybe the reality is just he was some maybe down on his luck, maybe self inflicted bum, maybe straight or maybe wasted when there is a big bang, and maybe he doesn’t really think either, maybe he just reacts to the situation presented to him, maybe he just reacts in a way that presents immediate short term gains…

Sure, it doesn’t paint him in a good light, but then again it doesn’t paint him in as bad a light as calling him a dirty graverobbing bastard either, and I was kinda reminded of this with the death / passing of someone I knew very well a while ago, and that could have been an individual or an ideal or a whole country, because whether the eulogies were glowing or black, I couldn’t relate any of them to the person I knew.

If 2018 is finally the year that western civilization as we know it crumbles, how can I mourn it, because there is nothing from the last 20 years of western civilization as we know it that I can relate to.

Hell, I was in various middle eastern countries in the seventies, for quite a long time, not as a tourist passing through, so whether or not “Iran” falls now to some new maidan orange revolution or mossad / cia intervention or B52 death from above, the fact is whatever falls, it won’t be the Iran that I knew, the Iran I knew is already long gone, ditto the stinking little port of dubai, ditto the quaint little semi colonial towns of KL or Ipoh or the state of Singapore, ditto the shellfare state in borneo or the copper and coal belts in deepest africa.

For some reason I remember an old german woman I met 30 plus years ago in spain, the berlin wall hadn’t fallen then but for many europeans it was effectively just another open border that could be crossed at will, and I had done so on a motorcycle, and she was telling me about the berlin she knew as a little girl from strausberg (only remembered it because I made some mental short circuit connection to Johann and his waltzes so the name stuck) in the 20’s, now I kind of get her attitude and what she was saying, the berlin she knew was long gone by 1939, the thing that got bombed to shit a few years later and then given to ivan wasn’t something she could really mourn, because it was no longer even then the thing she knew and missed.