Wimminz – celebrating skank ho's everywhere

“I’ve been with three men before you….”

Never could have a reasonable discussion about that one, because it takes two to have a reasonable discussion… but if I amalgamate several into one…

See, thing is babe, I do not KNOW how many men you have been with before me, I wasn’t there, and knowledge of events isn’t a skill or ability that I can learn, or anything else, knowledge of events is something that is so difficult it is almost impossible to discover accurately at a later date.

It’s not so much that I think you are lying, and the number is nearer 30 or 300, what we are dealing with there is my belief or thoughts or assumptions, and that is a separate but related thing that comes later, and if we focus on that now, we lose track of the real and important point, which is that the text in red above is exactly akin to saying…

“I do not know how tall the building that once stood here was at the roofline when it was still standing”

Sure, y’all can TELL me, show me pictures, show me apparently identical buildings today, but unless I was THERE,  with a theodolite back when it WAS standing, and took actual measurements… I do not KNOW…. even if I remember it standing before the supermarket and car park went in, unless I measured it, I do not KNOW.

So, the measurement, whether of building height of cock count, is a number.

If I KNOW, then my confidence is that number is absolute, 100%, if I do not know, then my confidence is not absolute, the response here is not that I am 90% sure, it is a yes / no response to the question “Is your confidence in this number absolute, 100%?”

This is a binary question, the possible answers are not numerically rounded probabilities, they are “yes, absolute 100% confidence” and “every other possible answer“

AFTER we ask the yes / no to the above question is your confidence absolute, THEN we can get into the second separate but related thing I talked about above.

What is your confidence in this answer in the range from 99.999999999999999% to 0%?

Immediately, you hit the stumbling block, everyone, including all wimminz, completely unrealistically, insists you have 100% confidence, what’s with this 0.000000000000001% lack of confidence shit???? Round it up motherfucker and gimme 100%, the difference is so small as to make no fucking difference anyway…

The inverse of 0.000000000000001 is 1,000,000,000,000,000, and I am here to tell you that no engineer ever anywhere on the planet ever said there was a 1 in a quadrillion chance of this fucker ever failing to work….

Nota bene, I’m not even going anywhere near the differences between improbability and impossibility, black swan theory, and the fact that if you win a 1 in 1,000 prize draw ticket, 999 other tickets each with a 1 in 1,000 chance had to have NOT come to the top… eg 999 equally (im)probable events failed to pass.

So, we have two things;

1/ Do I KNOW? With ABSOLUTE confidence. Y/N

2/ In the vast majority of all possible things in life where the answer to Q1 above MUST be NO, what probable confidence do I assign in the range of 99.999999999999999% down to 0.000000000000001%?

See, you thought I was going to say down to 0%, but that would be wrong, as that is also an absolute certainty, although in this case it is an absolute certainty that the answer CANNOT be known… eg “How tall am I? to the nearest micron?”

Now, given these two things (three really, given the whole 0% thing, but we will come back to that later too..) let us move on to the next stage… how important are these two things, and what’s the difference, if there even is one.

Well, now it comes down to what ACTION, inaction or decision you are going to make, based upon your answer to the above.

I know my (lease) car “says” it has done 130,000 miles, that’s what the odometer says, but they can be clocked or swapped.

I know I personally have done 55,000 miles in it. And of course that means I know how it was driven for every one of those 55k miles, even if I ASSUME the remaining 75k is correct, I know nothing of how many people drove it, or how they drove it..

It’s now 3 years old, time for the leasing company to sell it and me to get a new one.

The “value” of the current one is largely based on factors that the prospective buyer is never going to know.

They are going to assume the mileage is correct, but it would be “worth” a lot more advertised with 50k on the clock instead of 140k… I know plenty of companies that bought new cars, gutted the interiors, instruments and all, put new interiors in, drove the shit out of them for two years, put the ORIGINAL kit back in the car, drove it for another year, THEN sold it on, based on the readings on the instruments.

You see where we are going with this, skank ho X is “worth” a lot more with a perceived 3 cocks on the carousel, rather than 30, or 300, I don’t KNOW either way, nobody but her does, because nobody but her was there all through her life, but in the question 2 sense, I can come up with a belief number in the scale 99.999999999999999% to 0.000000000000001% IN THE NUMBER I HAVE BEEN GIVEN.

Like the car mileage, the IMPORTANCE is a lot greater if I am considering buying it, rather than just discussing your car with you or getting a lift from you or borrowing or renting it.

I have often heard long term steady relationships described as being renting or leasing with the option to own at a later date, heard this said of cars too…

Tell me this, if the fucker wasn’t worth buying when it had 7 miles on the clock, and a manufacturer’s warranty and all new unused components, what makes it worth buying NOW??? I have already had the best out of that car, it is literally all downhill from here.

So bitch, the question of whether you have had 3 cocks. or 30, or 300, only really has any significant importance to me, IF I am considering a long term relationshit with you.

I can NEVER answer question 1 with a yes. By definition.

It is not even all down to my answer to question 2, it is what bet I am going to place on my answer to question 2.

In my own interests, I should be erring on the conservative site, a lower estimate of confidence, and limiting the size of the bet.

In your interests, I should be erring on the credible side, a higher estimate of confidence, and increasing the size of the bet.

And this is where the conversation with the wimminz should get to, because now we have done no more than establish a common and open dialogue, I am genuinely here to buy a car, and you are genuinely here to sell me a car, and we should BOTH do OK out of the deal and walk away happy.

If you’re giving me all the sales monkey cowboy car sales bullshit I’m walking off the fucking lot, we CANNOT do a deal, because the only deal you want to do is one that shafts me.

This is the fucking problem, this is where the negotiation process should START, but with wimminz today, this is the END of it, fuck off outta my car lot ya bastard.

Hey baby, you did 135 mph and 55 mpg urban for your first owner, why won’t you do it for me?

Yeah, well, he paid 25k for the privilege, you can have me for X, and there you have it, what is X?

I *know* they will be doing the pro valet and full main dealer service history and only 3 years old shit and going for 10k, me, I wouldn’t pay more than 1k, I have literally seen it start to fall apart and all sorts of things including wiring loom problems start to go wrong…. 1k is a gamble… but I could always break it for parts.

10k… no fucking way.

I’ll say again, I don’t have a problem with a high mileage many owner car, I don’t even have a problem with lots of maintenance, provided the car is basically sound and the parts and reasonable, so that for me AT ALL TIMES I HAVE A RELIABLE AND DEPENDABLE RIDE.

But I can’t even get there if the other party refuses any and all deals that are not to my disadvantage.

I can’t even get to the fucking negotiating table.

And this brings us right back to the start.

The REASON I cannot get there is their insistence that a 0.5% answer to question 2 is damn well good enough to be rounded up to 100% absolute certainty question 1 answer, even though it is quite explicitly not even possible to ask that question 1 and get anything except a NO, a pre-requisite before you can ask the question 2 that they do ask, and insist on a question 1 answer to it, and by the way buddy, you better bet your entire life on this fucker too.

When I sell a car, I will post pictures of every single document and receipt that I have, it’s not a full history usually, but it goes some way to establishing it, it gives you a feel.. if you have a bunch of receipts over several years but none of them show oils or filters or tyres or brakes, there is something missing from the story..

If the MOT (https://www.gov.uk/browse/driving/mot-insurance) has 6 months or less to run, you’re gonna think, meh, they KNOW it won’t pass the next test without a lot of work….. 1 or 2 months left to run, it’s a rust-bucket, doesn’t matter WHAT the advert says, put 12 months MOT on the car and it will sell for LOADS more, the only way you as the seller would not do that is if the MOT repair bill was going to be horrendous, and you fucking know it…

And wimminz, I am not even getting into the whole thing about who gives a shit what we agree to now, the state will intervene on your behalf every time, and whatever we agree to now will be dust in the wind.

I’m explaining the problems even getting the we agree now shit sorted.

Actually, no, I am explaining why it is flatly fucking impossible to even have that negotiation.

I have deflowered virgins in the past, ok, an intact full hymen just means they ain’t had nothing larger than a finger up that hole, says nothing about the ass and mouth, but, first… fuck you all, I don’t care what you think, it’s like becoming a dad, it don’t matter what you think, when it happens…. when you deflower a virgin you DO bond and fall in love… don’t deny it, you’re fucking hard wired to.

I’m not saying y’all go all monogamy and marriage and white picket fences, but you DO fall in love with that sweet little cunt.

Then one day she fucks some other guy, and at that point, assholes to it, out come the sex toys, the days of that particular cunt being tight and sweet and special are all over.

Ain’t NO wimminz on the planet with a cock count that IN REALITY exceeds 1 that don’t know EXACTLY what I am talking about…. the instant transition when her first cock found out there had been another, doesn’t matter who, and from there on it’s all a matter of degree… sound familiar to the whole Q1 and Q2 thing? It should…

It’s a magic spell, one use only, and small magic at that, not big magic.

You KNOW only what you directly saw, minus all those genuine knowledge facts that you destroyed every single time you placed supposition and lies into the same bowl as knowledge.

You do not need to KNOW, to live, to go out in the world, to make deals… you can get by fine on suppositions, if you’re canny enough.

You DO need to be canny enough, which you can’t be, once you start putting supposition and lies in the same bowl as knowledge, and start making stupid and insupportable bets on it in the belief that it is all knowledge.

Calling supposition knowledge is the biggest lie of all.

So, how many cocks you had in your life girl?

It’s not a Q1 type question girl, I can never know, what’s left is it is a Q2 type question, you need to give me an answer that is probably close to the truth… the answer itself is far far far less important than its proximity to the truth.

I’ve been with three men before you…. who knows, it could be true, in some cases (and I am speaking historically now, not talking about mature wimminz who have been separated and “single” for 5 years now…lol) but if I now, or ever in the future, assign a probability of less than 0.5 that it is true, NO MATTER WHAT THE NUMBER, and NO MATTER WHAT THE QUESTION, then you have problems.

That third bit I mentioned above, when you give not a 0.000000000000001% confidence rating to the answer you have given me, but a flat 0% rating, eg I KNOW for a fucking fact you just lied to me, as happened once by way of example, I was stood in the skank’s kitchen, having just returned a box set of DVD’s that I had borrowed, talking to her teenage son (yeah, mum is out) so I give you a bell on the mobile and say hey baby, what you doing, and you tell me you are home in bed just taken some sleeping pills hunny…..lol, then you get a flat 0% rating, and it applies to EVERYTHING about you.

it’s not the porn career or the 40 guy gangbang or anything else that killed it for you in my book, they were just factors in negotiation, the 0% rating kills it.

I cannot EVER afford to make ANY bet, NO MATTER HOW SMALL, on anything you say, EVER.

And bitch, that is what makes you a wimminz, and boy, do you ever have a lot of company.

Back in the day, me and a mate turned up at this guy’s place.

The guy did not know that I had a mate who once shared a flat with one of the main guys who developed the CD for Philips, nor did he know when I started with them blanks were 50 quid a pop.

So he pulls out the CD-R and starts enthusing, you got to remember, back in the day it was quite probable that the CD had a larger capacity than the HD in the PC, indeed for a time this very factor was one of the strings of anti-game piracy… that and deliberately created bad sectors so most early CD copy software would fall over.

So, like I said, he was enthusing, here was a single disk that that could either hold a complete multimedia encyclopaedia, or dozens or even hundreds of programs, not just the one… both of these abilities were brand new.

It was interesting, it was fascinating, it was exciting, it was 450 floppies…

So the guy, geeking out in his enthusiasm, drops this acronym on us, and because it was new, he expanded it too.. this is a WORM disk he said, Write Once, Read Many, and then he went on to incorrectly claim that there was something nested and serpent-like about how the data itself was stored, but that’s beside the point.

Also, in that era, given the relatively HUGE capacity of CD-R compared to a PC HD, there was an element of 640k should be enough for anyone, no normal sane individual could ever generate enough material (emails / documents / spreadsheets etc) to fill one… if you had one of the new fangled digital cameras, yeah, you could eventually generate enough data, but at less than 100k for a compressed 640 x 480 pic, you’d still get an astonishing 7,000 of them on a disk.

The point is, I realised something today.

Wimminz brains, they are fucking WORM media.

This doesn’t mean they cannot learn, far from it, but the storage capacity is finite, and while adequate for cave living, is inadequate for a modern technological society, disk full…. which is a problem if you are running on write once media.

You know, last night I listened to a mid twenties wimminz who has literally, moments before, told me she was not “easy” and she “loved her kids more than n-e-fink” and then watched her giggle like a loon when her 5 year old daughter said mommy is a “fuck slut“, she then asked the kid what other names mummy has, and the kid says “cock jockey” and a few more that I now forget.

An information retrieval system does not process data, it just retrieves and regurgitates it, so the inherent dichotomy in what I witnessed is simply not even apparent to it.

An information retrieval system just needs to be efficient at what it does, storing and then retrieving data, at least until the disk is full.

The 5 year old from last night was well on the way to archiving the essential data.

The 25 year old skank ho single mommy has been “disk full” for at least 10 years.

The implications of this, if correct, are nothing less than profound.

It means that Wimminz are in effect just a biological information storage and retrieval machine able to pass the Turing Test.

It means that wimminz are information storage and retrieval machines, not information processing machines, which means wimminz will not be inventing anything… oh.. wait…  Marie Curie, the exception that proves the rule…

It explains every argument I have ever had with a wimminz, and their uncanny ability to respond by listing various events that have no connection whatsoever with the issue at hand.

It explains why wimminz are literally incapable of processing any retrieved data, ALL retrieved data has exactly the same value, it was retrieved, end of story. Accuracy or truth? Irrelevant. That is a processing question.

It explains why as the disk fills up the archiving algorithms get ever more selective in what gets written, they have to be bigger and bigger events, and the compression is higher and higher.

It explains why wimminz have an atavistic attraction to anything that offers to assist in information archiving and retrieval, cf iphone and fuckbook.

The vote? The cunts aren’t even HUMAN, not by the lights of the Turing Test, that there is INTELLECT there.

So it was one of those strange bizarre and unpredictable things that you couldn’t set up if you tried.

Thanks to the FRA and a couple of other things, there is this reputation that follows me like flies on shit, that I’m partial to younger wimminz.

Of course if it is a cougar wimminz, that’s all well and good, but when a man pulls that shit, it soon gets called cradle robbing or worse.

Generally, now that I am in my mid fifties, “younger” means mid thirties, OK, technically, yes, young enough to be my daughter, but they themselves often have teenage kids, so cradle snatching , not quite.

But, there has been younger, about a year ago there was a chick who was 21/22 at the time, and I don’t have to tell you guys that the extra ten years off a wimminz makes her so much more fuckable, nature’s Viagra in spades, and I have to admit to it being a few years since I had a teenager.

But, there’s the thing, some skanks in their twenties look like they are pushing forty, and some skanks in their twenties look like they are pushing 15, despite the fact they have dropped two womb turds.

And so it was, there I was sitting outside a caff having a smoke, and bump into a couple of people, people who know about the FRA stuff because they were round then, so they know the story, and while they got no time at all for what the skank pulled, they also think that my own morals left more than just a little bit to be desired, banging a mother and her daughter and all… disgusting perv..

So, some years after the FRA, they were kinda OK with my lifestyle, banging a series of mid 30’s chicks, not ideal behaviour for a mature man, but what the hell.

And yeah, I know this is all as judgemental as fuck, but I’d been through an FRA, I no longer gave a fuck, even if I did before, I sure didn’t now, these people, they were blessed, never been exposed to this stuff, so yeah, they were judgemental but I dig where they were coming from, and we weren’t so close it was an issue.

So about a year ago they saw me with this 21/22 year old on my arm, and they were fairly shocked, and when they found out she was a low rent porn star, they were fucking horrified….. but throughout it all there was this underlying belief that there was something wrong with me, and them, because hell, why else would a young chick bang and old guy, and vice versa.

To which the porn slut kinda fits in with… broken people innit..

So, back to the caff and my smoke, they wander up, we chat for a bit, what you doing here, because we are all 70 miles from hometown, oh I say, just visiting a mate.

They sigh, another woman huh….  oh aye…

And then she walks out, having visited the toilet, 24/25 and looks 18 if that, but this one ain’t the usual class of slut, this is the quiet country girl from the small village where everyone knows everything, including the fact that she got pregnant by and married to her first ever boyfriend, and they only just split up…..

Now I am the most cynical and experienced mother-fucker out there, but this chick, I doubt her lifetime cock count is three, including yours truly, just like my rep follows me like flies around shit, she has an auru too… sweet young thang…

…and it blew their fucking minds… does not compute.

… and then the inevitable happened, their wimminz walked up.

Took it all in, looked fucking daggers, not at me, but at the chick, which just made her move closer to me and put her arm around me, which made them even more daggers, which they then turned on me.

And then one of them says, what on earth are you doing with this young girl?

“Fucking, mainly..” cos, like y’all know, best aphrodisiac on the planet, and the young chicks can go all night too, it’s all double plus good shit.

So one of the guys winces and tries to pour some water on the flames and says “jeez mate, why sooo young” cos, see, he don’t know her actual age, he just know she looks 17 or 18.

So, for only the second time in my life, I was able to utter the words I first heard from a friend back when I was 18, and I didn’t think this shit, they just came out of nowhere.

“She don’t know I’m a pervert, she just thinks it’s stuff she ain’t learnt yet.”

That totally fucked it, “WE are LEAVING!” says the wimminz, stereophonic sound, hitting the guys in the shoulder, imperiously like, MOVE, slave…

Thing is, none of that is really the point of this story, nor the fact that those two couples have now crossed the line, history.

No, the thing is after, we are in bed at hers, and she starts talking about it, and I got to say, the girl NAILED it.

She didn’t use the same words I use here like wimminz vs women and skanks and feminazis and all that, but she fucking nailed it.

Did you see how rude they were to their men’s friend?
Did you see them hit their men?
Did you see they didn’t even go into the cafe, or even ask the men, just ordered them about like children?

and the icing on the cake

It’s wasn’t you they didn’t like, it was me, because I’m not like them.

Where the fuck was she when I was 21… OK, her mother was still in junior school, but y’all know what I mean.

This follows on from the too perfect story, this chick was born in 1990, so didn’t hit 16 until 2006, and by then, all the feminazi lands were strip mined to death and covered in favelas.

Sure, she still grew up in a toxic culture, and sure, she still wants many of those things, the difference is, all those clubs are full, no new members, no admittance, your name ain’t on the list and you ain’t coming in.

And that ALONE is enough to generate a Them and Us mindset in her, between her and older wimminz, and city wimminz, she knows, instinctively, they ain’t got shit in common.

And THAT my brothers is the point of this story, that is where the hope for the future lies, to give a bad analogy, it’s like Sunni vs Shia Islam, the Buddhists ain’t got to do shit except grab some popcorn and sit back.

 

I’m pasting the entire text of the article, in black text, and my responses in red text

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/debate/article-2608691/LIZ-JONES-Hooray-sexual-liberation-Now-I-die-lonely-poor.html

I took the ‘How long will I live?’ test last week, the one the Government thinks you should take to ensure you don’t buy a Ferrari, but eke out your pension instead.

I didn’t even know there was such a “test” but I’d place as much reliance on it as an OKC “are you a slut” test, what’s the chances a government test is gonna say “Y’all got mebbe 12 months left dude, party hearty…”

No, they will all tell us all we will live to be 99

Oh, for the luxury of a pension! I don’t have one, just enormous tax bills, and negative equity.

This is a woman who has lived a singularly charmed life as a high profile high earning journalist, I dread to think what her total income has been over the years, but the only way someone like this could be in negative equity is to be constantly buying a series of very large properties and then spending 50% of the purchase price “renovating” then, and then selling them on, all on mortgages, living beyond their means….  oh… wait… that is exactly what she did.

I don’t have a pension either bitch, when you are too old to work, you die.

Unfortunately, I have never smoked, I exercise every day for at least two hours, am slightly underweight, have parents who both survived past the age of 80, and I’m vegan to boot.

Baby, you were born in 1958, we are fucking contemporaries, I smoke, I used to drink, do drugs, you name it, I eat meat and everything else, and even WITH all the expensive make-up and hairdos and clothing, you still look like a dried up old crone, and you are AT FUCKING LEAST 20 years past the time you had any hope of being seen in public with me.

Quit with the big upping yourself, y’all ain’t all that, in fact, y’all ain’t much of anything.

Apparently, I will live until I’m 100, which is a blow, to be honest, given my heating bill up here in the frozen Yorkshire Dales is £600 a month, which means without food and on only a state pension I will be running a deficit of £200 a month.

Oh how this makes me laugh, my energy bill for the entire year is around 800 notes, that is all electric and all gas, not JUST heating, to keep my place toasty and WARM, I like to sit around basically nekkid see, eg >22 C, that’s all my hot water too, all my laundry, all my computers, everything, yet, your HEATING BILL ALONE is NINE fucking times my total energy bill.

Living beyond your means, profligate waste, and as I said above, your living quarters must be ten times the square feet of mine, minimum, and you like me are single….

If it comes to living long enough to get the state pension, currently around 100 a week, then I guess I’m going to be living in thermal long johns and pullovers and wooly cap indoors, sure as hell nobody else is going to give a fuck about my status.

I won’t pay off my mortgage until I am 79, but I suppose the plus side of this is I will default on my payments and thus be rendered homeless, so will have nothing to heat.

I don’t have a mortgage….quite apart from the fact that housing prices are a bubble which I don’t want to part of, even were I offered the chance, you only have to stand in front of a divorce / secret family court judge once in your entire life and watch the shenanigans where they try to get you kicked out of your own fucking house, but still have to pay for it, to decide that even in the BEST of times, it’s not a fucking asset, it’s a fucking liability.

How anyone with a functioning brain can take this liability and compound it by buying beyond their means and then also getting into negative equity is, well… nobody with a functioning brain would… QED.

Y’all do realise that this horrific and parlous possible future scenario that she described with abject horror is no more than the situation I and many other men find ourselves actually living in, and have been for years, if I want to continue to live here, I have to continue to pay the rent, so I have to continue to work, and speaking frankly the amount I do and can earn dramatically limits the amount of rent I can pay.

Cry me a fucking river, bitch.

Perhaps I could also try to persuade one of my cats to give me meningitis.

Or you can smear shippams fish paste over your cunt and get some oral sex from them too, but the irony here is priceless, cat lady, fnaar fnaar, you really could not make this shit up… words fail me at this point, you either get this or your don’t.. I’m off to bang my head against the wall for a bit…

It’s come to a sorry state if we are all now wishing we could die relatively young, so we are not tipped into penury.

We? You got a fucking mouse in your pocket bitch? Cos there ain’t no fucking “we” in this, you’re on your own, fuck you very much.

Actually, I’m torn, between wishing you and all your ilk and wimminz and niggerz an early death, say by 9 pm tonight, or, hoping you all live to be 110, lives of abject misery and poverty, that serve such a strong example to all others that merely uttering one syllable of feminazi eekwalitee bullshit will get a screwdriver shoved into a kidney.

I am a feminist, I really am (I’ve never let a man pay for anything), but feel the current generation of women in their 60s, the first to abandon the way of life of their mothers, which meant they pursued careers, married and had children late, had affairs then got divorced, all in the name of liberation, are now imprisoned in debt, alcohol abuse and loneliness, wishing they could die, and do it soon.

The moronic microcephalic cretinous arrogance and stupidity, even assuming it were true that she did not allow a man to DIRECTLY pay for anything, in the feminazi state ALL men are taxed to support the lifestyles of these worthless cunts, and artificially raise the ground zero for them, in exchange for being born with a cunt.

DESPITE these incredible and unfair advantages, you now sob that you are now imprisoned in debt and alcohol abuse, wishing you could die.

I got news for you girl, give the paintbrush to me and I’ll paint the X on the ground and chant jump you cunt, so these rest of us can get on with our lives.

BED. MADE. LIE.

Of sympathy, I have none, rather I will pull up a chair and warm the cockles of my heart watching you all weep and suffer… the bill for your lifestyle and arrogance is long overdue.

One of my sisters, who now lives abroad but spent decades as a cardiac intensive-care nurse in the NHS, wrote to me last week asking if I could send money so she could pay her electricity bill.

Grrrrl power, guess she done run out of niggerz to pay her bills for her eh… I was gonna suggest whoring, but if she looks anything like you….

Growing up, it was all about getting a career, and a boyfriend.

Growing up? Something none of you skanks have ever done.

These were our only goals. No one ever sat me down and gave me financial advice. Not a bank manager, or my parents, or a teacher, or a boss, or an agent, or even an accountant.

Nor me bitch, only sales droids, leafleteers, jehovas witnesses and politicians ever make their own way to my door to offer me unsolicited shit.

I learned shit the hard way, when I found that I did not know something that I needed or wanted to know, I had two choices, remain in ignorance, or go out and seek the knowledge I wanted, and that seeking always had a cost attached too.

I have worked since I was 18 years old, never had a day off sick or a spell on maternity leave, and have absolutely nothing to show for it.

Which is the ultimate proof you are a stupid cunt, albeit pushing a pen isn’t work in the first fucking place.

I also have fuck all to show for my life, which makes me a stupid cunt too… though I never had the option of maternity leave, I just had to refuse overtime so I could get home in time to actually see my sons before they went down for the night when they were babies, even if it was just for 30 minutes a day.

On the other hand, I have a hell of a lot to show for myself, I am a Man.

Women like me – I’m now in my 50s – have survived mainly on optimism, the thought that one day we will be OK. The thing is, we have simply run out of time.

Who knew? Apart from everyone that is… just yesterday in the Dachau bit I talked YET AGAIN about this, the wimminz delusion that just because the music ain’t stopped yet, it ain’t gonna stop tomorrow.

Waaaaay fucking ahead of you bitch, so far ahead I can predict with uncanny accuracy that no matter how bad it gets, the one thing we will NEVER hear or see from you is humility and contrition, for all those years when you got handed it for free on a plate, or any attempt to apologise, much less make amends.

You are a career criminal, it is all you are and all you know how to be, and now that it looks like you may have to stand up in front of the beak suddenly the crocodile tears come out, but I didn’t meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen to hurt anyone….ALL wimminz walk into the banks of men high on PCP and toting loaded shotguns…

When you are not from a privileged class, which I certainly was not, you are so grateful to even have a job or a book deal you don’t question anything, let alone demand a safety net. You don’t protect yourself.

LMFAO, safety net, yeah, I’ve heard of them, I think they have them in circuses, but I never been to a circus, so can’t say fo sho…

Where was my “safety net” when my psycho skank ho ex decided to FRA my ass and for good measure claim I shouldn’t be allowed anywhere near my sons because I wanted to fuck them up the ass, and by the way Judge, can I have all his shit too, but not the ongoing bills associated with it…

Innocent? That and a couple of bucks will buy you a coffee, assuming you are out and at liberty to do so… that’s how much being innocent of all allegations is worth.

So, yes, I will be rather relieved if I die and, by the way, God, any time soon would be good.

Bitch you already overstayed your welcome, how about trying to atone for some of the shit you pulled, while there is still time… oh… wait… I’m talking about a wimminz, they don’t do atonement, they only do being wescued fwom da nasty man.

You’re fucking media whore, if there was even 0.00001% truth in what you claim to feel all you gotta do is sit down in front of your web-cam and slit your own scrawny throat…. 720p please…

It’s not necessarily your fault if you end up without enough money to see you safely into your grave. In my sister’s case, she gave up her job to care for her son, who was dying of cancer.

Fuck off, being a “carer” such as this, even for an immediate family member, literally pays more than I earn as a wage, this is an absolute fact.

It may not be your fault, but, bitch, you are paying fucking 20 pounds a fucking DAY to heat your mc-mansion…. at 18 pence per kWh that is 5 kilowatts of heating running 24/7

As I sit here it is 9 degrees C and raining outside, the gas central heating is off, and I have one 400 watt bar on in the quartz electric fire, even with the room door open a crack, the ambient room temp is 18.2 C, and me being one yard in front of said fire, I’m fucking toasty…. at this rate of use and all the PC everything else, I’ll use £2 of electric a day… if I turn on the gas central heating and heat the whole place up to 22 C, that’s about £2 a day….

 

Scratch any poor and ancient person, and you might well find a similar story, even if it is one of misplaced trust and being too busy to read the small print.

Oh, you think?

I’m taking part in a debate at the Oxford Union on May 1.

Fucking students, no sympathy for the bastards, they deserve you.

I am arguing against promiscuity. Oxford has chosen me because I was a virgin until my 30s, not for my brilliant education at Southend Tech, but my point will be this: the sexual revolution did us no favours, really.

Gosh, what next, water is wet, fire burns?

Bitch, if you think it did YOU no good, when you were the cunts it did most for, spare a fucking thought for the men.

It meant lots of us – including men who lost the family home and their children because of infidelity –will be old, and on our own. Who would want 30 years of that?

A final 13 words cast to the men, like alms to the poor, to show your solidarity now the hangmen are coming for your scrawny neck… go fuck yourself.

No, the real story here is the Liz is the apex fallacy, she rode the feminazi eekwality wave for all it was worth, she rode it higher and better than 99.999% of her sisters, and perhaps most importantly, she essentially got in on the ground floor, there were undiscovered lands as far as the eye could see, and you could have as much as you wanted a 5 cents an acre…. and borrow the 5 cents interest free too…

No matter how lucky and privileged you are as a wimminz, if you were not born in 1958 as Liz was, but in 1978, you are now 36, and all those undiscovered lands are gone, and what is left has been strip mined and covered in favelas.

Y’all ain’t never even going to approach the foothills of the majestic and towering mountain ranges that Liz was wafted up… and.. you got an extra 20 years on the grinding downside.

If you were born in 1998, you’re 16, and even the achievements of your sistahs born in 1988 are hopelessly out of reach, y’all already peaked, and it is all downhill from here on in.

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The Crimea today, for 99.9% of people it is still pretty stable, despite all the issues, the lights are still on, the shops are still open, you can still buy and use a mobile phone, and yet, with the extremely limited and contained violence that has occurred, since Liz is one of the media, I gotta ask, where are the skanks from Femen?

Did they all go down on flight MH370?