Wimminz – celebrating skank ho's everywhere

January 18, 2018

Dreaming of electric sheep-shaggers

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 10:32 pm

The subject doesn’t matter, it could be sex, it could be money, it could be a car, the amount of push-back you will get will vary, but there is basically the same mental process at work.

How dare you want to sexually abuse wimminz, how dare you want to rip me off on a deal, how dare you sell me this car for this price, it’s all yadda yadda yadda, there is no real thought or intellect at work.

It can be your daughter or your pension plan or your car, I’m sat here trying to explain to you how your daughter just doesn’t have the ability to seduce me and avail herself of my knowledge and wealth, how your pension plan is no interest to me and I have no interest in participating, and how your car has issues, you’re telling me you’ll kill me if I so much as touch any one of them, because it’s always me that is going to be in the wrong… and ….

 

HUGE GULF IN COMPREHENSION

 

… the problem is your daughter couldn’t seduce me, your pension doesn’t interest me, and your car has issues, the problem is NOT MY OPINION on those things.

If the truth is your car is something that I would never steal, because if I did, I would be worse off, and you would be better off, so the problem there is NOT ME, you can’t “cure” the problem by fitting an alarm that keeps me away.

The problem is your car is an underwater over valued piece of shit, fitting an alarm and sleeping soundly at night in the knowledge that now you can sleep safely and your car will be safe from me isn’t even putting lipstick on a pig, it isn’t even putting lipstick on a pig’s ass, it is possibly putting lipstick on pig shit, but only if the lipstick itself is green and tastes of a donkey’s ass.

If I say in passing that your daughter looks like a slut and has an apparent IQ somewhere around a Disney cartoon character, that doesn’t mean demonizing me is going to turn her into an elegant and educated and cultured young lady, she’ll still be a slut with a room temperature IQ, and her life is going to be filled with things that migrate towards young sluts with room temperature IQ’s, and I still play no part in the picture.

If I comment that 150 years ago you’d have paid someone to marry your 12 year old daughter and someone to take on your 12 year old son as an apprentice, but today, even were that possible, your son and daughter would fail to make the grade and you’d fail to find anyone decent to take them on, that doesn’t mean that I am advocating a move to Turkey and a reduction in the age of sexual consent to 9.

What I am saying is that for all our supposed advances in technology and civilization and society and so on in the last 150 years, your kids are a much poorer quality product than they were 150 years ago on average.

If all you hear in your head is thank god for that improvement, my kids are now safe from sick paedos like you, then you missed the point utterly.

My grandfather ran away to sea at 14, he lied about his age, and at the tender age of 15 he was in the battle of jutland as a combatant, 8,500 on both sides died, over 1,100 wounded, 4 battleships, 7 cruisers, 8 destroyers and 5 torpedo boats were lost, 25 ships of one kind or another in total lost, about 10% of all the ships involved on both sides.

Sure, you can sit there and say all you like about that and kids working in mills and on farms and in factories and all the rest of the shit, and how awful those days were, and how much better and more civilized we are today, but you are utterly missing the point.

My grandad wasn’t *that* fucking unusual, he may not have been “average” but he certainly was not “special”, and the point is look around today, how many 14 year old boys in the entire united kingdom have what it takes to do what my grandad did?

The answer is a big fat fucking zero.

Correlation is not causation, so I am not going to try to attempt to draw a line between us becoming “civilized” and us becoming a nation of worthless wimps, what I am going to do is remark upon a thing.

That thing is that while we may well have rid ourselves of many things that we now consider primitive or corrupt or perverted or evil, we have also rid ourselves of people like my grandad, and while he may have served in both world wars at sea, most of his life was lived in peacetime, and the same sort of spirit that enabled him, and remember, he was not “special” or particularly unusual, to go through that, also served him in peacetime as a member of society.

Whether he was working on the railways or in quarries or on farms, he was still the same person who had what it took to run away to sea at 14, so that same character was present in the bulk of his life as a civilian and member of society.

He wouldn’t have stolen your bloody car or messed with your pension or married your teen daughter either.

It’s not US that your daughter and your pension and your car need protecting from, it’s YOU (or in the case of your daughter or son, THEMSELVES) because we are all architects of our own lives and fitness to live them.

Today’s 14 year old’s start crying and throwing a fit when XBox live plays up, here in the local man bites dog rag there is the tale of several unfortunate parents of various 14 year old kids taken to court and fined because little Johnny was absent for a week, and if they are girls their faces go in the paper and there is a manhunt in case they come to some sort of “harm” which usually involves doing what they will be doing in a year or two anyway, sucking cock and getting wrecked…  I know of a couple of parents who tell me how “good” their 14 year old kid is, because they earn 5 quid an hour mowing granny and grandad’s lawn once a week.

Someone else’s 14 year old daughter gets great praise because she can make a cup of coffee and can cook cup cakes and make toast, all by herself, it’s fucking amazing innit… the little sluts can’t tidy their rooms or mend their own clothes or add up a column of figures reliably, but this is the 21st century innit, and they can all open an app on their smartphone, and what else do they really need to be a success in life?

But always, always, always, we will come back to that huge gulf in comprehension, you’re driving a built to fail piece of shit that relies on software more than any Apollo mission, you’re underwater on the personal lease crap thing you did to finance it, I’d do you a HUGE favour by stealing it and burning it, and myself a huge disservice by getting involved in your shit finances and purchases that has nothing to do with me, and all you can hear is me saying “your car is so crap I wouldn’t even steal it” and taking that as a sign that I am a potential car thief, depriving hard working folks like you of your assets and hard earned and method of transport so you can get to work etc etc and take the kids to slut / xbox lessons.

You know, a thousand buck sorted reliable mid nineties toyota would do you as a vehicle…

Get away from my daughters / pension / cars you sick fucking pervert….

On occasions, I have tried, over time, to bridge this communication gap, and I can only explain it by saying imagine two powerful rare earth magnets, the closer you bring them together, the harder it gets to hold them, and the greater the risk of one flipping and taking your finger off.

The one time I thought I was getting quite close to explaining the “your daughter could not seduce me” I went from being a predatory paedo  (OK, I exaggerate for effect slightly)  to a fucking homo.

Which brings us all nicely to a story in today’s daily fail…  and this trout faced freak

apparently this bimbo freak creature feels “bullied” when her “offer” of a blog post in exchange for a free stay at a hotel was met with a “fuck off” from the hotel proprietor and blogger

I personally am in awe at how polite and restrained the guy was, yes, I know, he is in business so he has to moderate his behavior, because, PR, and all that, but even so, his restraint a “GIVE ME FREE SHIT” and “I’M DOING YOU A FUCKING FAVOUR LETTING YOU GIVE ME FREE SHIT” and “I DESERVE FREE SHIT” is nothing short of fucking awesome.

To put this in perspective, you know were we started, with me asking why you have a 16 plate ford on personal lease when you could have a 20 year old toyota that does the same job, and you call me a fucking paedo car thief?

Well, this here vlogger wot got her lips (both sets prolly) stuck in the vacuum cleaner pipe for 90 minutes is a case in point….

The hotel in question will face real security issues from guests using fake/cloned/stolen cards to pay, guests breaking shit, guests stealing shit, guests sneaking out without paying, kinda what the guy is saying, everything in the hotel including staff needs to be paid, and here this skank trout bitch is whining because NOT GEETING FREE SHIT is…. wait for it…. BULLYING!.

 

Yes folks, some completely random bloke who has never even seen this trout before declines an invitation to open his wallet, in exchange for absolutely fuck all, not even some trout lips and tongue working on his bunghole for an hour or three, and HE is the fucking bully, HE is the one with the fucking problem, HE is the one in the wrong.

You couldn’t make it up

anyway, if you ever find yourself in Dublin, it’s a fairly safe bet that the White Moose Café and Charleville Lodge Hotel is a “safe space” from liberals / SJWs / skanks etc

2 Comments

  1. She looks like one of those freak albino niggers.

    Comment by hans — January 19, 2018 @ 2:15 pm

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