Wimminz – celebrating skank ho's everywhere

In the previous post Ark B commenter guest says “So what are we, the unemployable and the shiftless to do then? I don’t even know how to make a noose, it’s that bad.”

I have mentioned somewhere here previously about a prison cell conversation decades ago between myself and another guy, in which he explained his position that social security (dole) wasn’t security for him from going hungry, it was security FOR society FROM people like him, who could no longer claim that they had to steal to eat, and the flipside of that is you don’t have any convenient excuses to steal or break the law, so things go harder for you.

I should also state that despite how I may come across at times, I’m not without sympathy, it’s just that I am able to separate sympathy for a thing from responsibility for a thing, even assuming I have the spare whatever to make a difference.

I should also state that I’ve been around long enough to have been exposed to human nature often enough that there are few surprises left, for example the cold and hungry and homeless and in real danger of dying tonight, I can offer the hand of friendship, here is a 99 cent burger with no relish and here is an old duvet and here is space in my garage to sleep, it’s dry and probably won’t go below freezing, perhaps within 24 hours, definitely within 72, that free shit will no longer be good enough, where is the relish on the burger, where are the fries, where is the coke, where is the mattress, where is the packet of smokes, come on man, you can afford it…

I should also state that many people consider me generous, give you the shirt off my back type, and I should also state that every time I have gotten involved with a psycho skank ho wimminz there was an element of generosity in it to start it, MGTOW’s will be muttering hypergamy, but it’s just gaming the system and most humans will do it.

In a subset of this are people who I’ll call self starters, you give them the 99 cent burger with no relish and the garage space and they’ll ask if you want them to tidy up or do some work in exchange.

And of course I’ve been through it all myself, and while some people were kind to me, nobody flew in helicopter style and showered me with money and gifts and help, pretty much you were left to dig yourself out back then too, and I’m honest enough to admit that some were more fortunate than others, some had it harder than others, and you could define the cut between those that sank and those that swam with that old self starter thing and the flipside of how much they were their own worst enemy and if it was a net positive then you’d probably doggy paddle and stay afloat, and if it was a net negative you circled the drain…

I could tell stories, I don’t, I don’t like to dwell too much, but internally now and again for example this just past christmas and new year, be it ever so humble, I quietly and internally give thanks for my own front door, electric light and heat and hot water, food and drink in the cupboards and things to do behind closed doors, even if “things” is just playing skyrim… I know how much worse things can get, which is a large part of why I won’t get into debt or spend next years seed money on booze and dope today.

It is immeasurably easier to cut everything back to the bone to STAY in private accommodations, be they ever so humble, than it is to get enough shit together to MOVE INTO accomodations… I once spent 3 months over a winter in a flat with no electric, I could pay the rent and eat, but not feed the electric meter as well, but the bed with quilts was warm and dry so it could be worse, a lot worse.

Which brings us all back to the Ark B story, and the commenter.

I’m not responsible for your current position, some of it, such as the laws that apply to us both that make you unemployable, you aren’t responsible for either, but some of it you are, for example every hour spent playing skyrim was an hour that could have been spent studying something useful, and I know that is dead easy to say, and all work and no play makes jack a dull boy, but the fact is the changes since I was a kid and now aren’t insurmountable.

When I was a kid we were offered a far superior education in schools, but, it was only an offer, and if you didn’t like it there were no real alternatives, there was no internet.

When I was a kid we were told that if we wanted a decent job we’d have to study and pass our exams, and if we wanted a great job we’d have to be in the top 20% of the class, and if we wanted a fantastic job, we’d have to be in the top 5% and go on to university, and if you didn’t like it there were no real alternatives, there was no internet.

So after leaving school I was 17 and old enough to drive, if I could pass a test, if I could afford a vehicle, or on a provisional license I could ride up to a 250 cc motorcycle, but you still had to buy it and insure it and maintain it and put fuel in it, and if you didn’t like that there was the bus, public transport, and if you didn’t like or couldn’t afford that, you walked.

My first 3 jobs were in walking distance, none of them were great job, but they were within walking distance, you get the idea.. none of them paid enough for me to earn enough to buy a 250 cc motorbike, and at the time hire purchase was running around 30% APR so over three years a 500 quid bike would cost you 1,100 quid, or around £7.50 a week, and I was earning 45p an hour.

So I found a job in a big bakery 2 bus rides away, 14 miles in real terms, but 2 buses each way, oh, and it was 12 hour shifts, of and you spend the 12 hour shift picking up and carrying 1 cwt (51 kg) sacks of flour to the sifter and so on, it’s a fucking killer but it is 95p an hour so it’s a way to save up for a bike, I just have to stick it for six months, they have a sweepstake, most people quit after the first shift, a few last the week… forget all your modern ideas about health and safety, heavy lifting etc

I didn’t stick it, a few weeks later I got another job closer to home, much easier work, seems I’d demonstrated that I was prepared to work, so I never found out how long I would have lasted as a sifter… walked to that one too but it was OK because 75p an hour (all before tax of course) I was still doing ok.  A pint of beer was 40p, a packet of 20 smokes was 32p and a gallon of four star was £1.05

I didn’t *want* any of these jobs, as far as I was concerned they all sucked rancid donkey cock, but I needed money to live, and in those days the dole only paid out the first six months after you lost a job, and it didn’t pay out that much then, and bugger all after 6 months, or if you had not paid in enough from working, and there were no other EXTRAS like housing benefits or single mommy support or anything.

£20-25 would get you a 4 hour each way bus ride to a big city on a saturday where you could go to a concert (ticket £3)… now we were on “man’s” wages approaching 30 quid a week take home we local boys could do that every other weekend….  at some point 250 quid was saved up for a BSA in a box in pieces.

On the one hand, I do not want to say it was hard, fact is at 18 I and pretty much all my mates could earn enough take home to buy 30 gallons of gas a week, in todays money that’s £175 takehome, call it £240 gross or /40 = £6 per hour which is about the minimum wage today

On the other hand, it wasn’t fucking easy either, “that’s coming out of your wages boy” and no health and safety no nothing, for example as a sifter I was expected to pick up from a pallet around 6 to 8 tons of flour in 1 cwt sacks per shift, per FIRST HALF of the shift, second half was the dough I had made, which weighed twice as much as the flour, had to be cut by hand with a knife and loaded into the machines that made baps and rolls, lot easier because you’d cut about 20lb of dough at a time, but you didn’t stop, the machines had to be fed, and you were at the beginning of the production line, which was all mechanical and pneumatic in those days, no PC controls, so every single 12 hour shift you’d be manually handling 12 to 16 tons in mass, a ton an hour…. the song “16 tons” was popular amongst the sifters, fuck me, they must have been REAL men…

BTW if you think all that made me the 18 year old kick ass of the county, think again, I wasn’t a wimp, but three of my mates made me seem weak, and some of the older men who had been doing this shit all their lives, they could have ripped all four of us to shreds and shit in the hole where our heads were, there weren’t any gyms or steroids or any of that shit, that was just the day jobs, so no, it wasn’t “easy” either…

… I have often been heard to say that I am about the youngest person you’ll ever meet to had a real traditional engineering apprenticeship, because that shit don’t exist any more, in much quieter moments I will also admit that I am probably the last of the first generation to not get fucked and crippled simply by doing a lifetime of work, I’m in my late fifties and if anyone my age is fucked by simply doing a lifetime of work they are the exception, back when I was a boy it was normal.

So I suppose you could sum it up by saying no, it wasn’t hard to earn a living back then, as in it was an attainable goal for most, but it certainly was not easy to actually do it, week in and week out, going to work meant going to WORK. By definition, work was not easy.

The height of technology was an electronic cash register, or pocket calculator, or maybe a TV or VHS or ghetto blaster, electronic ignition was just coming out, credit ran around 30-34% if you were getting a vehicle loan, a mortgage ran around 12%, plastic basically didn’t exist for the man in the street, telex and telegram were still the fastest way to communicate over distance, and cash was king, as in 99% of everyone got paid, weekly, in cash.

So, again back to Ark B and the commenter who said “So what are we, the unemployable and the shiftless to do then? I don’t even know how to make a noose, it’s that bad.”

Cruel to be kind as they say, I do not want to be cruel, I’d like to be kind, but being kind will probably hurt you long term much more than me being cruel, so “cry me a fucking river” and give me £100 and I’ll show you how to make a noose, give me £250 and I’ll show you how to make a noose and where to buy the supplies to make them, give me £500 and I’ll show you how to design a website and sell them on fleabay and amazon, and then you can make a living catering to those who are in the same boat.

https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2018-01-05/another-broke-millennial-selling-her-virginity-online

So the bottom line here for Ark B is this.

Did I, personally, ever do anything to you or tell you anything or sell you anything or promise you anything to account for you being in the position in which you currently find yourself?

The answer is of course no… so my responsibility is zero.

Am I personally going to suffer because of your woes?

Again, the answer is no.

Is it my fucking problem? A little more complex, shades of the MGTOW I didn’t start the fire so don’t expect me to act as craptain save a ho fireman when everything starts burning down, so a nuanced no.

your biggest problem is YOU HAVE NEVER KNOWN EITHER HARDSHIP OR WORK, so even if you accept your situation and wish to take steps to correct it and wish to ally with someone who you can work with in a mutually beneficial way, eg someone like me giving you a job, you make a piss poor bet, for us…

1/ you’ve never known hardship or work, so you’ll fold as soon as presented with either.

2/ the laws of the land prevent you and me both from acting any other way.

To be sure, there is a way, you turn up in person and ask for a zero hour subcontracting ZERO RIGHTS position, where you basically do the 16 tons to get another day deeper in debt to me, until you come out the other side.

Now you only have to determine if the potential “employer” is someone like me, or someone who will just exploit the fuck out of you and then replace you when you’re fucked.

The SMART thing to do as an employer is to exploit the fuck out of you.

Ark B is really a story about a potential employer who takes the high moral road, not going there with the exploitation, so no, there is no job vacancy here, and yes, I would be better off exploiting the fuck out of some newb like you, so yes I am walking away from profit in the name of morality, yet, I will be labelled as the immoral one.

Ark F is the FEMA work camp, take a number citizen, ah, your number is exactly divisible by 3, go over there to the army draft line.