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August 6, 2013

Was that really last night

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , — wimminz @ 11:33 am

One of the comments in “So, last night” from DGAF, he’s half right, there may well be naff tatts, but no cellulite, she is a skinny blonde thing, maybe a 6, but, something else.

When the boyfriend proper was there, they didn’t fuck much, and when they did you heard the bed squeaking for a minute or two maybe and that was it.

The temptation was to say that the boyfriend proper, being a beta tool, was also a lousy fuck.

The boyfriend proper is presumably still in custody, because his car is still parked outside and hasn’t moved, but she has this other guy there, who may or may not be the Tom guy that sparked the row in the first place.

So Tom and her don’t fuck much either, and guess what, the bed squeaks for a minute or two maybe and that was it.

Since the only common factor here is her, then it follow that it is her that is the lousy fuck, and just can inspire more than a quick fap fap fap out of a guy once every few days, despite her youth etc.

I have always maintained that my success with wimminz is not down to looks or charm or money or status or anything else, it is down to good sex, because I make it clear at the outset I am not interested in any wimminz who does not like it kinky.

A visual appraisal would have seen this wimminz make / pass the first cut / cull / filter, the AfOR must-be-kinky appraisal sees wimminz like this filtered out before they get anywhere near me.

I could sit here and name names and show you pictures and even videos of some of those who do make the cut, and especially some who are good enough not just for repeat performances but regular rooting, and I have to admit on a purely visual appraisal pretty much none of them would make the first cut.

It might be tempting to think that you can split wimminz along these lines, but that would be confusing the filter and results with the raw data, there are no shortage of wimminz who wouldn’t make the cut either in the visual appraisal or the kinky one, and there are almost no wimminz who make both the visual and kinky appraisal who do not do the kink for money, one way or another.

So it would be unsafe and wrong to say that pretty wimminz are crap in bed, and fugly wimminz are kinky in bed, while it is right to say that a filter for kinky sex culls 99% of the more attractive and visually fuckable wimminz from the herd.

I have had solid 9+ girlfriends in the past, and the sexy body alone was enough to make me as randy as a dog with two dicks, but the sex itself was never that good.

I have NEVER had a wimminz who was not both a 5 or less and a damn good kinky fuck as well,  turn around and suggest or even arrange for another wimminz to join us.

Again, correlation is not causation, but in the Tia Sharp murder case there were plenty of salubrious details, the mugshots of all those involved showed trailed park trash, and it was all threesome foursome moresome in a bed for the 99.9999999% of their lives when they weren’t involved in murdering and then covering up the murder of 12 year old girls.

So you can’t just baldly claim that those with fuck all else to offer education or employment or income or status or looks wise basically try to make up for it by fucking like rabbits on acid, anything goes. Correlation != Causation.

It is more accurate to state that those wimminz who were told from the age of 5 they were beautiful grow up into wimminz who spend 4 hours a day on their looks, and 4 seconds a day on practising running their tongue over a man’s balls, while those who were not told this spent an hour a day learning to iron, an hour a day learning too cook, and hour a day learning to clean, and an hour a day learning how to run their tongue over a man’s balls.

In Spain, when Franco fell, little girls stopped being taught that marriage was for life, and the way to keep a happy home was all the domestic chores, and if you were in Spain at the right time some years later you could fuck a selection of wimminz, pre and post Franco, and the pre Franco ones would get up in the morning and make you breakfast and tidy your apartment and make your bed before leaving, and the post Franco ones would get out of your bed and leave, hobbling down the hallways as they pulled their shoes on…

Indulging in kinky and perverted sex may well be immoral, but it is not illegal, and I can state with absolute conviction that just because *some* people who have immoral sex also do other illegal things, from the less serious such as prostitution up to the most serious such as murdering 12 year old girls, you could make as valid parallels about car drivers, or those who watch the Simpsons, and this is an important distinction.

These “slippery slopes” do not, in my experience deliver ever greater numbers of people to the greatest depths and extremes of depravity, vice and crime. If you like, the troughs of humanity to not get ever deeper or greater.

Instead, what happens is that the peaks of humanity are eroded away.

Widespread availability of cannabis didn’t suddenly double or treble or quadruple the number of people mainlining smack, thought that was always the argument used, one was a gateway or slippery slope to the other.

Widespread availability of cannabis did however significantly affect the number of people at the top who now take a toke and can’t be assed to get up and go to work in the morning and be a productive member of society.

My point here is that feminazim and sluttishness and skank ho single mommydom and mommy custody and all that shit doesn’t have the greatest effect at filling and deepening the troughs, despite the number coming out about the likelihood of kids “raised” by skank ho single mommies to fuck up or go to prison or jump off a high building, the real damage is all the cream that never got to rise to the surface.

The womb turd state didn’t suddenly produce a batch of rapists and burglars and arsonists and so on in never before seen numbers, what it did was stop the production of the time served engineering apprentice, the doctor, the engine driver, the pilot, the peaks of society got a shave.

This isn’t new, not the band, but the English political movement in the 1650’s the levellers, it was much of the same thing, a dumbing down, and that, really, is what Idiocracy was all about, not getting a hand job at Starbucks, but culling the cream of the crop.

I fuck kinky sluts, it’s fun, and it’s great camouflage, and if you *are* dumb enough to stick your head up and try to be counted, you *will* get it lopped off.

 

August 3, 2013

cock suckers

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 11:40 pm

My mailbox is filling up with messages from wimminz, telling me that they too have seen a change in the dating / swinging / fucking scene in the past six to twelve months.

Most of them are asking for advice, the advice I have to give, they do not want…

Now, I am myself damaged goods, no longer pure and innocent and virginal, so I don’t want to give the impression that I am being a hypocrite here… but…

100% of wimminz are all filthy worthless sluts, sluts not whores, because whores charge, but frankly being damaged goods myself the sweet innocent virgin holds no interest for me any more, I want the slut who is expert at deep throat and expert at sticking her tongue up my ass as a minimum every other day.

Ohh AfOR, the wimminz, cry, we can do that for you.

Yeah, you CAN bitches, but you only want to do it in exchange for something, whereas the way to win with me is the way to win with all men, which is to do that shit because you WANT to, not because you can.

And even this is not enough, you also have to want to give up the control of access to your slut skank ho body to me, and not in exchange for anything more than being my property.

You see, once one of you wimminz makes that offer to me, and being brutally honest here she doesn’t have to be an 8.9 before it becomes an interesting offer, provided she ain’t actually ugly or smelly or annoying to be around, once one of you wimminz makes that offer to me, the value of all other wimminz on the planet drops through the fucking basement, not that it was high before, but at least it could be a positive figure, if not quite an integer.

Once one wimminz decides to be my own personal sex toy and slave, all 3.6 billion other wimminz on the planet have a serious fucking problem, because “I’ll suck your cock” becomes a bit like one leaf on one tree asking for special status in exchange for producing oxygen for me to breathe, meanwhile I have my own personal 75 foot oak tree in the arboretum…

But wait, it gets worse, once you start a guy on the slippery slope from worshipping one piece of ass all to his very own, he doesn’t stop slipping, he either falls off the slope entirely and becomes non-sexual as far as females are concerned, or he keeps on sliding until he gets to the bottom of the slope, and he simply will not entertain any sort of ongoing, as opposed to pump and dump, relationshit with any wimminz who offers anything less than exclusive control and no limits kink and filth.

And they are out there.

More of them than you would ever believe.

Wimminz who do not have the benefit of a man being in control go off the fucking rails sexually, and yes, they ALL fucking lie about it, and more fool you if you buy ANY of that shit.

Ugh, you can cry, that AfOR is disgusting, sticking his cock in some dirty slut who has a cock count well into three figures, yeah, but it is an all you can eat buffet, and it has been handed to me, on a plate, for free, lock stock and barrel.

Now, PRIOR to you meeting that skank, you only have her word how many cocks she has ridden, and most guys want to believe that shit, because hey, they are getting their ashes hauled… lol

Difference is, AFTER meeting that skank, *I* know exactly how many cocks and cunts she rides, because that’s the deal, and the instant she wavers it’s kerb time, whereas “you” (not you specifically, dear reader) STILL only have her word that yours is the only cock she is riding, and, well, AWALT brother, you’ll buy that shit because hey, you’re getting your ashes hauled.. right.. lol

None of this matters to most wimminz any more than credibility matters to most politicians or integrity to most bankers or justice to most po-lice, that is, none of it matters until the music stops and everyone starts a mad dash for a chair, or a man, and finds that those lots are already occupied by the cunt-as-property skank ho’s who saw the writing on the wall first.

At that point  the wimminz start writing to me and asking for advice, why not, if you want to know how fishing works you ask a fisherman, not a fish, and as one said, “Better to be an old mans darling than a young mans slave” I responded to her that that was all very well in theory, but in practice she had missed that boat by 20 years, the only opportunities available now are to be an old mans slave, or a young mans toilet.

I have wimminz (I use the plural, because more than one, but I don’t mean many or loads) young enough to be my daughters dropping by with gifts of tobacco and coffee and beer, not in exchange for sex, just to give them an opportunity to offer me kinky sex, and my shirts ironed, and my food cooked, and my shoulders rubbed.

I shit you not, and the wimminz who ask me for advice on how to hook a man just accept the above statement as the absolute truth, and it warms the cockles of my heart to tell you is scares the living shit out of them.

And the they tell me stories about other wimminz, wimminz who just don’t fucking get it yet, wimminz who HAVE a man, but who are still ramming that blue pill up his ass, demanding to fuck extra men as well, and their men going along with it for the kink.

Not because they wish they were in that situation, although they do, but because they can see that it is nothing but a production line where the end result is men like me, and the only way to get a man like me is to be the biggest and most expert skank ho slut on the planet (or at least within 20 miles…lol) and offer me ownership, and that is the smallest company in the world, with one boss and one employee / slave / vacancy per boss.

If all this sounds very harsh and clinical and disturbing, it shouldn’t, water finds its own level, so in our own way me and my own personal slut do have a relationshit, with genuine feelings of affection and for example a genuine commitment on my part to care for my own personal slut, with one proviso.

That proviso is it is a contract, as marriage 1.0 used to be, but water has found it’s new level, and the proviso it that like any contract, either party can walk away from it at any time, and the very instant ONE party does that, the entire contract vanishes into nothing.

There is nothing that can be enforced, because there is nothing that the state or anyone else wants to touch with a fucking bargepole, and there is nothing the state or anyone else can do about it either, because in the new digital age it is absolutely impossible to paint any picture except the truth.

And so we come, finally, to what it is, wimminz who have literally nothing to offer, for whom the opportunity to become my own personal slut in exchange for my care and company is not merely something to aspire to, but something to worship and grab hold of for dear life.

And, indeed, as I said above, men like me who are also damaged goods, who have no use for any wimminz who have not hit bottom and every cock on the way down and will now do anything and offer anything for any kind of opportunity.

I’m reminded of things to do in Denver when you are dead, we have all in our way become Fecal Freddie, we have all become cocksuckers, we have all become sluts and we have all become slaves.

You can cry in heaven with the saints or laugh in hell with the sinners… but heaven and hell are all the same place now, and if you are crying it is because you don’t understand why those around you are laughing.

There are no beautiful sunsets in hell.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:47 pm

When things are shit all over and going to hell in a handcart, there are no nice and pleasant interludes or options available.

You don’t get a steady linear relationship between good things and bad environments, and of course it cuts both ways, it isn’t just the case that it is difficult to find good things in a bad environment, it is also the case that if it is difficult to find good things, you’re in a bad environment, no matter what anyone tries to tell you.

For those men out there still looking for the NAWALT wimminz or the decent relationship with their sons, it isn’t just that these things are hard to find in this feminazi environment, it is also that the mere fact that these things are so fucking difficult, I dare to say impossible, to find, that highlights just how bad this feminazi environment is.

All the blogs and other social commentary I read treat these things like we are on the upward slopes of a bell curve, somewhere in the foothills, see my phrase above, “GOING to hell in a handcart” and boy we better be damn careful of things will get a lot worse boys and girls.

I beg to differ, we are at or near the peak of the bell curve, we aren’t *going* anywhere, we already *arrived* in hell, and the handcart is burning to ashes around us.

This complacency about the dire situation we find ourselves in is of course deliberately engineered, if we were not in such dire straits, there would be no need for such endemic social engineering, there are 999 new wimminz on offer, 500 new houses for sale, 750 cars, 200 motorsickles, 50 films and 10 flavours of ice cream, and I don’t want any of them, at least, not at the prices being asked.

I tire of the internet, there is nothing new out there, I tire of the film industry, there is nothing new out there, I tire of the games industry, there is nothing new out there, I tire of the dating and fucking sites, there is nothing new out there.

It is not that I crave only the new, it is that I am tired of the same old used up shit being repackaged in every more glossy bullshit packaging at ever inflated prices.

You can put lipstick on a pig, it is still a pig, no amount of extra make-up and cosmetic surgery and marketing is going to change that fact one iota.

What’s worse, it is also no longer an honest to god pig either.

The hysteria and insanity and rank desperation that pervaded PoF just twelve short months ago has now spread to the fucking/swinging sites, and hysteria like all memes spreads like a contagion.

Skank ho’s are now finding real difficulty finding two men, of any calibre, to MMF them, and they are throwing their toys outta da fuckin’ pram.

But we can forget Fannie Mae and Prism and Snowden and stock market algos, because all the yank embassies are going to close, on worldwide alert for raghead muslim terr’rist atrocities, which will kill less murricans than Chevy brakes, and Kim Kardashian is back after a week away, and Si Cowell has got some gold digging slut pregnant, fuck it all.

Refried 1975 beats it all hands down babe.

July 30, 2013

What men want

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 2:28 pm

I have a lot of readers who are wimminz, some of them know me in real life.

They seem to all have an issue with how I talk about wimminz, and insist I am talking about women.

I used the spelling wimminz deliberately, just as I used the spelling niggerz deliberately.

Being born with a cunt does not make you a wimminz, you *could* have grown up to be a woman, but being born with a cunt in a country where all the laws are so lopsided in wimminz favour, and have been for so long it seems perfectly normal, means that it is extremely likely you will become a wimminz.

Again, AWALT isn’t an insult, it’s just an observation, all bored dogs left cooped up at home will eventually start chewing on shit, it is their nature, it is not a *value* judgement or a criticism of dogs to note this and be aware of it.

If you want to be a woman and not a wimminz, then you have to give up all the new normal automatic privilege, and you then have to earn men’s respect and loyalty by being 100% consistent in showing them respect and loyalty, and *earning* their trust.

I actually do know a handful of genuinely good WOMEN, the problem is that even if they are single and available, which is bloody unlikely, they *still* have automatic legal advantages over us men, advantages that they *cannot*, in Law, give up, any more than I can give up the right to protection from murder by paying someone to end my life in a manner of my choosing.

Voluntary euthanasia for the terminally ill, there is literally nothing the one who wants to die can do to give legal protection to the one at whose hands they wish to die.

ATIPALT, all terminally ill patients are like that.

It doesn’t matter how high or noble your motives are, how much you love the terminally ill person, or even if you are just in it for the money from a purely above board business perspective, you are literally gambling with the rest of your life, liberty and freedom.

Why? Because the only people who give a fuck about the anti euthanasia laws are those who want to end it all and cannot without help.

It doesn’t affect anyone else.

What men want is to be treated as innocent and decent and respectable, until and unless they themselves as individuals have actually committed acts that prove that they themselves as individuals are not innocent or decent or respectable.

Laws making wimminz a “protected species” didn’t actually make a blind bit of difference in the positive to wimminz as a whole, any more than anti racism laws improved matters for blacks, all it did was allow all the niggers to play the fucking system and fuck it up for everyone.

People claim “You cannot legislate morality”, and they miss the point *utterly* the *instant* you attempt to legislate a particular point of morality, what you do is;

  1. utterly destroy that moral principle for *all* peoples
  2. create a whole new slew of fucking parasites living off this new and pernicious law

I have a friend, female, potentially a good woman, she has a very small child, and this child is simultaneously being granted state benefits for being “gifted”, while also being, and I shit you not, given speech therapy, for having far too large a vocabulary for their age, and as a result not enunciating each word clearly.

This female friend and mother feels much the same way I do about my absent kids, they are not my property, but the property of the state, because she feels that she cannot resist these various agencies involvement in her own child’s upbringing.

I shit you not, the state has to intervene, because in the opinion of the state, this kid knows far too many words and has a far better grasp of language that it should.

There was a science fiction book about this, where the physically able bodied had to wear devices that crippled them, so that they were brought to the lowest common denominator of equality with the lame and invalid and handicapped.

Truth is stranger than fiction.

Frankly, in a different world, despite her chequered and less than salubrious history (not that I am claiming to be pure as the driven snow…lol) this is the kind of woman I would want to marry and have children with.

But, it is not a different world, it is this fucking world, where that is impossible, because I am a potential paedophile and rapist and wife beater, and the blend of our DNA will produce offspring that require government intervention because they are neither fucking retarded nor physically obese, and the wimminz who are left, they are like the bored dog left at home, it is not in their nature to rise up and throw off this yoke of mass oppression, that was a man’s job, so the wimminz are Neimoller’d.

The only ones who *are* winning are the usual suspects, all living off the state teat, while not only producing nothing of value, but producing nothing but poison, pissing and shitting in the river upstream of everyone else in society.

It just so happens that at THIS stage in the game, most men either are a terminally ill patient, or know one intimately, while most wimminz are neither, and still benefiting from the system overall, even the ones who are told their kids have too great a vocab.

They may *want* to step out from the comfort of the state tit and work and support themselves, but is a big and scary thing for them to do, to voluntarily walk away from the comfort blanket and financial support.

They drink from a poisoned chalice.

What men want, they aren’t going to get, so they are quite happy to sit back and watch society as a whole go down the shitter, good riddance to bad rubbish.

On an *individual* level, some men will lend a hand to other men, or sometimes the odd woman or child, but only if they have been convinced, over time, consistently, by that individual man / woman / child’s behaviour and actions that that particular individual is worthy of the effort, assuming it can be spared.

As DMJ says in The Insanity of a Hamster-Run Mind, an independent woman is a thing to behold, but just calling oneself independent does not make it so, that makes you a wimminz.

An independent man is a man, not a niggerz.

 

July 29, 2013

So… last night….

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 9:52 pm

…it all kicks off at the neighbours, I knew it would because he came home and was screaming into the phone to various people about where was his woman.

So she eventually turns up, they get into a shouting match, he accused her of fucking Tom, you lying fucking bitch, you promised, we were going to try again.

I’m possibly the only neighbour who didn’t ring da po-lice, because I knew how it would go down, nor did I knock on their door and clue the guy in, because he was blue pill central.content03

So officer dibble and his mate turn up, handcuff the guy for DV, he bleats that he loooves her, she says she never cheated on him and she is leaving (of COURSE she is gonna say this in front of third persons, eg plod) he gets carted off to Babylon.

Today she turns up with some mates, plenty of laughter and joking and light airy voices, you’d never guess the man she loved was in custody instead of at work, watching his life go down the crapper, some of the girl friends leave, leaving just her and one guy, and they are now fucking.

I wonder if he is Tom, or yet another white knight in her retinue.

Meanwhile matey is probably sobbing in his cell, wondering where the woman he loves so much is… lmfao.

You think the red pill is tough, it’s a lubed up finger compared the the cactus suppository that is the blue pill.

 

July 28, 2013

new AfORism

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 1:09 pm

on the right — 04

lmfao

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 2:06 am

25 years

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 1:29 am

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Take a look at the two pictures above, and tell me what the connection is.

Sussed it? No?

It’s the same bitch with a bit over 25 years in between, in the latter pic she is 45 years old, in the former around 19 and a Playboy and page 3 model.

Now I can’t claim to have been a male model when I was in my late teens, mostly I looked like shit, long hair, patchwork leathers, 135 film cans stuffed with grass / speed / acid, and some sort of illegal motorsickle to hand, but now in my fifties all the Viagra in a pfizer warehouse couldn’t get me hard enough to fuck the creature she has become.

Not that I have aged badly, but I didn’t suddenly turn into Paul Newman in my mid forties either, I guess I still look like shit, most of the hair is gone and what’s left is #1 cut and highlighted with grey, the motorsickle is now a legal item, and the beat goes on.

But I still wouldn’t fuck this skank.

So she was more fuckable than me, now she is less fuckable than me, ergo her fuckability, has fallen all the faster because she used to be say an 8, than if she used to be a 5 or less, and either way it has fallen faster and further than it has for men on average.

Whatever power you might have when you look like the young Pepper in the first pic, 25 years later when you look like Pepper today, your opening gambit had better be an expression of how much you want to stick your tongue up my ass, and in a beauty contest between my ass and her face, my ass would still win…

I shit you not…

Months now seem to go past as quickly as weeks used to back when I was a boy, this is logical and inevitable, but nevertheless the view looking back is different from anything you can theorise as a young lad.

I knew the flower of youth was brief, but I never knew just how fucking brief and fleeting it was, especially for the wimminz, that and the purity of virginity and a fertile womb, you know what, I’ve plowed that furrow first, and it ain’t all that, but it is all the wimminz had, and they pissed even that pittance away.

Fact is the old dowry system where you basically had to bribe a man to take your daughter off your hands, that was only half the trick jack, the other half was once she took you name her family burned those bridges behind her, it really was for better or for fucking worse, unto death.

Because that was the only way to keep the bitches in line, for their own fucking good, take a look at those pictures again, the hot sex kitten vanished 20 years ago, the last 15 years she better have been storing up credits raising the kids, the last 5 raising the grandkids, cos without that credit you get what you see, all liability, absolutely fuck all to offer, and from here on in it gets worse every day.

Wimminz as chattels, the most evil nadir of the patriarchy, apparently, the view looking back from your fifties is different, it was the greatest kindness we ever did the useless fucks… far better than they deserved, for their own good.

And guess what, it was organised and maintained by the women of the day.

As I sit her and type this, in the last 24 hours I have one 26 year old, one 35 year old, one 38 year old, and one 42 year old wimminz, all of whom want to submit to me, a man in my 50’s, totally, sexually, and a couple of others who want to submit partially, or so they say.

Which one is winning the race? The one with the youngest flesh, the prettiest face, the biggest tits?

No, the one who doesn’t just want to submit sexually, who doesn’t even have to be told to use any spare moments worshipping my cock or with her tongue up my ass in preference to talking, the one who wants me to own her totally, the one who says she has nothing to offer me but herself, little as that is.

The one, in short, with the strongest grip on reality.

Young men, NOTHING that ages as badly and as quickly as wimminz do is worthy of your worship or adoration, nothing that ages this badly and quickly is pure, or healthy, nothing that ages this badly or quickly is capable of anything that lasts longer than the fleeting changes that ravage them.

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If the ideal age for a wimminz is half the man’s age plus seven, then that is a moving target, you have to get a new wimminz every two years.

This isn’t a bad thing, if you want a relationshit longer than that, get a fucking dog…

Course, if you started choosing dogs on how hard they made your cock throb, you’d have the same fucking issues, so start choosing wimminz by the same criteria you choose a dog.

By that yardstick the bitch above who has the strongest grip on reality and wants me to own her is the clear winner, and some of the others have better attributes, physically, but it is no coincidence that this one will rather spend three hours using her mouth on my balls / cock / ass than talking, and no, this doesn’t make her NAWALT.

She is AWALT, she is just a bit less addicted to delusions of pedestal pwincess status than her sisters, which is just because she fucked up harder and faster and got to face some of the consequences faster than her sisters.

She is still a liability to any man, but she knows it, and is prepared to earn her daily keep sexually, and by feeding me, keeping the coffee coming, and doing domestic shit.

The value of the dog is he knows his place, once he loses that he loses all value, and this bitch is the same, the only value she has is she knows her place.

I wouldn’t kick her out of bed to fuck the 26 year old with the pretty face and porn slut body, I wouldn’t have to, threesome it is and then kick the 26 year old out of the bed.

25 years pass, if looks are all you have you are fucked, if “a way of life” (to nick the biker ethos, AWOL) is all you have it improves with age and practice, I have this shit down cold and smooooooth, practice makes perfect.

A one time gift of minimal value due to constantly refreshing supply like youth and virginity and fertility and beauty, that’s a one shot game with a fucking short half life.

Fuck being a wimminz.

July 26, 2013

Things are tough all over

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 4:09 pm

as Cheech & Chong said.

I’m hearing the same shit from lots of different people in lots of different jobs, the bosses are talking about shortages of money, and the result is heaping more workload on the workers, sometimes for less money, never for more.

And you just know things are bad when even the desperate will simply quit rather than submit to ever greater levels of bullshit for ever less take-home from the boss.

Some are self employed courier drivers, (e.g. all courier drivers in 2013 UK) getting to the point where far from making any money, it is a case of subsidising the employer… some are still just on the government tit, looking to bail into the private sector and getting scared shitless because what jobs there are are offering maybe 60% of the government tit job wage, and they all “cannot possibly survive on 150 a week less”.

It may not be a Perfect Storm, it may not be a Great Depression, but it is the ingredients for both, and some other things besides…

I did a call today, putting a new router into a rural site which has just had an EFM circuit installed, all the employees and the MD were wimminz, and not a hot one amongst em, and they were all working in a traditionally male field, shall we say “construction”, in the project management sense, and since construction includes services, such as data services…..

I can’t show you the pictures, it would identify them, but the 8U cab was just slung on the floor on the corner (no forced or a/c cooling of any kind, no mains regulation or UPS of any kind), nearly buried by masses of cables, mains cables, USB cables, CAT5 cables, it was, frankly, a fucking disgrace.

On top of this was thrown the EFM box and cables, to which I was supposed to attach the new router… so when I turn up I get the “You’re just plugging something in, right?” spiel from the wimminz MD.

“Depends if you want it to actually work or not” is my reply… puzzled frown from the MD…

It reminded me of yesterday in a big supermarket chain, access to the rear of the racks completely blocked off by a wall of filing cabinets, one of those dumps where there are no employees or staff, just colleagues, and invariably 50% of them are useless obese wimminz, I pondered saying something but wanted to get the job done and get out of there so fuck it, just dragged one filing cabinet out of the way and left it blocking the wall so I could get access.

30 minutes later some skank walks up with the “excuse me” shit, “i need to get into that filing cabinet” she says, gesturing at one of the ones blocked in by the one I pulled out of the way.

“Go ahead” I say “just don’t block my access to the rear of the rack”

“I can’t move it” she says “I have a bad back”

I just shrugged and looked at her, fuck it, I had eaten two Nurofen not an hour earlier, having pulled a muscle in my lower back by lifting something stupidly, unlike her, I was actually waddling / limping.

So a guy who if he makes a mistake takes the whole site hard down is, in her eyes, expected to drop all that shit he is paid to do and help her lardy fugly ass out… good luck with that shit bitch.

Next job that day is another supermarket, I put them onto the new EFM circuit and new routers, and call one of the managers, another wimminz, in to run several checks from the tills to make sure everything is working, with their sales HQ on speakerphone, bitch prevaricates and makes a point of doing other shit at the same time, I tell speakerphone bitch in sales HQ that she has not made a friend there, she asks who, you or me, I say you, you should see the face on your manager…. perhaps it was my fault for neglecting to tell the manager bitch that the woman who wanted to talk to her on speakerphone was actually several rungs above her in her own company…lol

It is all entitled people, coming face to face with a situation where their constantly escalating entitlements are no longer escalating, and boy, they don’t like it one fucking bit.

When I say they don’t like it one fucking bit, that isn’t even scratching the surface of the resentment and frustration self evidently building.

Place I work for lots of people are bailing, they take the attitude they now have all their Cisco certs, I can get an offer or more money elsewhere, yeah, you can, short term, but this company has all the work, and is still getting more, and if you were half as smart as you think you are you would have played it like me from day one, being paid quite a lot less money, but for vastly less work and hassle.

It’s nearly the end of the month and travelling aside, I have done 18 jobs, most of which took an hour or less, a few of which ran to the full 2 hours allotted… when you consider some days I did 2 or even 3 separate jobs, you’re looking at basically every other day off sat at home being paid.

Of resentment and frustration I have none, I fucking *love* my job, and as a result my work is 100%, and HQ always find me pleasant and enjoyable to deal with, so they treat me pleasantly and enjoyably in return.

I also occupy the one role the company absolutely cannot cut back on, the guy who physically goes to site and liaises with the end user and service provider to do actual installs, fault find, changeovers etc.

I am also a generalist, not a specialist, no point sending a high flying every Cisco and MS certificate going type at 95% of the jobs I go to, not because the job is beneath them, but because they can’t do them, CCNx up the wazoo types don’t walk on site and FIRST check all the basics, oh yes, the site is down because some doofus moved the DSL cable into the wrong PSTN socket, or the power switch has been turned off, or the power brick died, or they can’t swap a mainboard in a server, or they can’t diagnose a thermal loading issue, and so on…..

Neurosurgeons are wonderful people, but multiskilled and experienced field medics never go out of fashion.

It was the same back in my proper engineering days, I wasn’t always getting work because I was so good at any one thing, but because there was almost no thing that I did not at least know something about, and in reality all jobs go better when you have someone on hand who knows a little about everything, and a fair bit about a lot, and a lot about a few things… on the rare occasions he has to talk to or call in someone else, they love him, because he gives them the straight shit every time.

So yeah, things are tough all over, and getting tougher, but speaking purely personally, life is goooood baby, I am as happy as a dog with two dicks, simply because I never bought into the paradigm that is now crumbling before our very eyes.

 

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