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June 29, 2013

When the shelves are bare.

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 1:45 pm

NAWALT is an attractive belief, in exactly the same way that the hungry man will hope the next supermarket around the corner will actually have some bread/eggs/milk in stock, in exactly the same way that the idle man will hope that the next job opportunity or customer will be along in a day or so.

AWALT sounds a lot like giving up hope, might as well put a gun to my head and pull the trigger.

But what do you do when the next supermarket doesn’t have any bread, and the next week doesn’t have any work for you.

There is a lot of talk around about how the Chinese economy is starting to falter, how it’s export everything economic model was flawed… missing the fucking point… at least they are fucking manufacturing, even if it is cheaper crappier versions of many things.

If their economy is based on exports, and exports tank, they are at least left with the raw manufacturing capacity, there will only be 100 factories and staff that can make a 40 watt CO2 laser tube for 50 bucks, not 5,000, which is still 100 more than the west.

When the hungry man walks around that corner and finds a supermarket that does indeed have bread, but it is white sliced and not full grain wholemeal fresh baked brown tin, he ain’t gonna go “aww shit” and walk on by all disappointed, he is going to be like a dog with two dicks and start stuffing his face.

What nobody who is not an engineer gets, is that throughout history every high profile manufacturing plant making some product or other was never an island alone, a monoculture, instead is was like a floating island, that survived on top of a vast array and network of smaller supplier, and skilled staff, who themselves survived on top of a still vaster array of even smaller suppliers and skilled staff, which survived on a multivaried base of apparently unrelated things that make up the community, so the whole thing was like a vast floating island… take away the lower layers and the high profile plant and product at the top sank without a trace.

I can go to Epilog and buy a really great high quality desktop CO2 laser for UK£5,000, or I can go to Portsmouth and buy ex stock a range of imported cheapo chinese desktop CO2 lasers from UK£300 to £1,500.

They aren’t as good as the Epilogs, not even close, they are in fact quite similar to the sort of thing I would be able to make at home, no frills, the tube will last maybe 1,500 hours, maybe as little as a 1,000 hours, not 5,000 or more, but the replacement tubes are 100 bucks, not 1,000, same goes for the drive electronics, but there is a strong analogy to the supermarket shelf up there.

If I have an initial possible job making 1,000 acrylic key fobs, and the fixed material cost is 10 pence per fob, then the unit cost is £0.10 + £5,000 / 1000 = £5.10 if I buy an Epilog, or £0.10 + £300 / 1000 = £0.40 if I buy the smallest Chinese job

Guess which is going to sell?

So let’s say I want to set up a factory making something, well for starters, even with massive governments gifts and incentives, it matters where you build it, if you don’t have access to those under-layers of the island discussed above, it is going to sink without a trace.

Take Tesla cars, even with a billionaire backer, it ain’t working, even based in a USA tech hub, all that other shit costs money too, upholstery, wheels, tires, lights, wiring, plumbing, a thousand and one little custom bits of bent metal.

Stick the fucker in mainland china, instead of a website that flatly refuses to list either the actual ticket price or a delivery date, you’d be knocking out no frills clones for 10 thousand bucks a pop, how many you want daddy-o, we can ship you say 50 a week…

The west pointing at China’s economy and saying it is fucked is like the hungry man eating the baker’s bread and saying now you’re fucked, at least the baker still has the skills and equipment to make more bread, the hungry man will soon get hungry again.

But to get back to the hungry man, or the idle man, that we started with, what can they do to change the environment in which they find themselves?

Can the hungry man make supermarkets stock bread?

Can the idle man make customers come to him with work?

Can the NAWALT man make a good woman turn up a bond with him?

Sure, they all want and need these things, but can they make it happen, or indeed in any way influence it?

Now, according to just about all western intelligentsia, from Maslow through Keynes and Bernaise et al, all I need to do is get myself one of those cheap chinese lasers and set myself up in business, provided I make the right widgets at the right price, it is a BUILD IT AND THEY WILL COME scenario. Market forces. Needs.

Now, in the gospel according to me, which is based upon nothing more than 5+ decades on this planet spent all over Europe, Africa, the middle and far East, I have something to tell you.

Apart from special exceptional circumstances, e.g., little bubbles that most people in the west have been living in for the past 50 years, that just ain’t so.

To give an example, aluminium CAN be made to burn in the presence of oxygen, and it would be wrong to assume, having seen thermite, that certain conditions = all conditions, if you doubt me here is an alu coke tin and here is a bic lighter…

The normal situation is either;

  1. Person A has Item X, and Person B wants Item X, but Person B has nothing that Person A wants to offer in exchange for Item X
  2. Person A has Item X, Person B wants Item X, but Person B has a whole list of more pressing needs, A though W, that absofuckinlutely must be satisfied first before they can even consider getting Item X

Item X can be anything, from a handful of food or a pint of semi potable water though to a motor car or personal laser or even personal jet.

The western model of “economy” breaks down when you are faced with the choice of eating your seed corn, or dying of hunger, where a dog is worth more in the pot as meat than as a pet.

Getting back to the hungry man, whom we have just dealt with, and the idle man, whom we have just dealt with, how about the NAWALT man, how is he any different?

In my travels, what I have seen, far from the proofs that the western model is right, is proofs that the western model is wrong, because, without exception, what happens is someone with some form of power basically parachutes in to a place that has something they want, and then sets up a totally alien and artificial environment / colony in that area, and that demarcation is vital, because as soon as you remove it and westernise the whole fucking place, the very thing you parachuted in to get becomes much more expensive to get, so expensive that your original model is broken.

Nota Bene, I am NOT saying that the model for technological advancement is wrong, the entire industrial revolution is proof that it is not, what is wrong is the attempt to retrofit modern economic theory to it and start talking fantasy bullshit about free markets and John Maynard Keynes and Maslow’s heirarchy of needs, and then deluding yourself that you have a BETTER grasp of things than before you started… you don’t, you have a poorer grasp.

You may as well study christianity and then refuse to see anything in western culture except through those eyes, and refuse to accept any other explanation for anything outside of that doctrine.

So, back again to the hungry man, the idle man, and the NAWALT man.

In a dispassionate and clinical view, the NAWALT man is just as deluded as the idle man and the hungry man, looking back at say 1965 when we were great and built Saturn V rockets and shit, they were all times of artificial states in which aluminium could be readily made to combust.

The NORMAL state was quite, quite, quite different.

The normal state was fucking not Wife 1.0 who was a virgin when you married her, for life, and raised kids with, and all that crap.

The normal state was wimminz were a fucking utility to be exploited and used, just like everything else from a tree to an oxen or a dog, and yes folks, that includes men and children too.

I want you to go back to the bit above, person a, person b, item x

Take away everything in the western world, which means everything you can buy and sell on ebay, and what are you left with, the shit you cannot buy and sell on ebay.

Food, Water, People.

There isn’t a cunt hair veneer between the artificial bubble of the western world where we can contractually engage in certain exchanges, I’ll hire you to drive my truck, plow my fields, suck my cock, and what I have seen most of my life, which is people for sale, often by themselves, or by a relative or family member or tribal leader.

20 year old chick working in a Chinese factory in 2013 is basically living in the same conditions, lifestyle and relationship with the employer as a 20 year old chick working in an English mill in 1813, because it is the same shit, it is a factory.

We only eliminated that shit by eliminating the factories, everything else is an illusion.

We, like the modern entitled wimminz, made living in our bubble the priority, and we shall reap what we sowed.

Before anyone accuses me of being a hypocrite, I am personally very pleased to have avoided that harsh reality, I am very pleased to drive around in a brand new fully top spec loaded German car keeping customers connected to teh internets

If you think I am a stone cold and harsh motherfucker now, imagine what I would be like if I was forced to live in that harsh reality, I don’t have to imagine that hard, I am a watered down version of my father, who was a watered down version of his father before him.

One of my grandfathers ran away to sea at 14, and found hisself in the Battle of Jutland in WW1, come WW2 he was on tankers on the Murmansk convoys, he got three ships torpedoed from under him and lived to tell the tale, NOWADAYS I tell that to people, and they laugh, and tell me he sounds like the character Uncle Albert from Only Fools and Horses, and suspect that I am making it up.

As though that shit only ever happened to a few people, when it happened to LOTS, same as the Japs and the infamous Burma Railway, I can remember to this day as a boy growing up around three different men, all of whom survived that, it happened to LOTS of people, being left behind at the Fall of Singapore, it happened to LOTS of people, so having an Uncle it happened to wasn’t remarkable.

My other grandfather went to the Australian gold rush, and the American one (technically there were several of each) but the reality was they did not go to get rich, so much as to stay alive, there was sweet fuck all going on in Cornwall since the hard rock mining died a death with the discovery of open cast tin in the far east and australia, (genetically I come from a long line of hard rock miners, the longest line in the world, we are all small and skinny and tough and tend to die by threescore and ten) after the relative prosperity of WW2 and all the yanks in cornwall the economy died again, so my old man tried his luck in the gold coast of africa (it was still the white man’s grave back then) and then tried his hand other places abroad, when I grew up the economy was fucked again, so I tried my hand in various shitholes, mad dogs and englishmen,.

That’s three generations that I know something about in some personal detail, and none of them would recognise Keynesian economics or market forces if they tripped over it either, but they would recognise artificial isolated bubbles where aluminium burns readily.

My dad was the outlier who found a Wife 1.0, and managed to keep it that way by spending a lot of his life outside the western bubble, and even then, it wasn’t all fucking roses, I know he screwed around, and I know she did too, but they stayed together and I never even suspected it until I myself was an adult, so it was Marriage 1.0 in the sense that the kids came first, and I was not a bastard, being born in wedlock, and all that jazz.

The hungry guy, the idle guy, the NAWALT guy, what they all have in common is they live in hope, and while they hope, they will not adapt, and Darwin will do the rest.

Jesus Saves… I never saw Jesus save a single fucker my entire life, have seen a lot of people get killed and otherwise destroyed totally, because they clung to the hope that Jesus saves, seen a lot of people killed and other wise fucked up hoping hunger would end, hoping idleness would end, hoping NAWALT/NAPALT.

When the shelves are empty, hope, and belief in things that just ain’t so, will kill ya.

I gotta go, gotta do some laundry, bit of housework, bit of paperwork, and chill, got some other guy’s live in girlfriend coming over later so she can kneel on my bed and take a couple of loads up cum up her cunt, and then go back to her fucking loser boyfriend and leave me in peace once she has served her utility to me.

June 28, 2013

It’s the economy…

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 12:05 pm

If something were described as..

“The art of getting a wimminz, who is a mental patient, who doesn’t actually like men, who doesn’t actually like sex, who doesn’t actually like you, to decide to have sex with you”

and

“The art of getting the above wimminz to decide to repeat that with you on a regular basis”

then, perhaps it would generate a rueful laugh,  but tell me this, what most accurately describes getting sex with a wimminz, what was written above, or all the other stuff written about courting and wooing and relationshits and so on?

I am being 100% serious, the above red text is the most accurate description of the process you will get, not just because it described the chase and catch process, but it also described the after catch or fail to catch process perfectly.3tvju9Kh

It may not be 100% of all the facts or 100% accurate or even 100% correct, but, take the skank I discussed yesterday who after one night with me was gushing every day about can’t wait for the next meet my cunt is dripping I want to feel your cock throbbing in my mouth yadda yadda :CLICK: hey babe I won’t be seeing you tomorrow the sex was magic but I need a relationshit (which is why I am on a swinging site, which is why I am on it still after sending this message to you)

I submit to you, that the above red text does not just describe the process more accurately than anything else, the real gold is it, with 100% accuracy, described your current situation and options, and therefore how you should feel and what you should do.

So why is this 100% accurate description denied, and in it’s place a choice of 100% false litany’s promoted?

It’s programming.

I am hard wired to find certain aspects of the female body interesting, there is nothing I can do about that.

All my problems all my life have come from the programming that I have absorbed so deeply it is hard to tell what is hard wired and what is programming.

By the same token, our sole metric of whether our economy is working is based on “Growth”

Like the mental patient who doesn’t like men, or sex, or you, so to win you have to be the exception that proves the rule…. growth is based on the “Economy” as a whole, and the “Economy” as a whole for the UK consists of 60 million people, plus all the national and multinational companies, plus all the banks and financial institutions.

In the real physical world, everything is finite, so “Growth”, which when expressed as a percentage, which is just another way of saying when expressed as an exponent, is a model of exponential increase.

Anything that is increasing exponentially in a finite realm is doing so at the cost of everything else, and also heading for its own inevitable collapse and demise… the tumour gets bigger than the host.

When we start talking about the economy on these terms, we can see that it is like saying wimminz are sugar and spice and all things nice and all you need to do is man up and marry a good girl and everything is going to be great and you will get all your dreams fulfilled.

Learn a trade and work hard and well and be industrious and look after your customers and you will become uber rich and your company will grow to huge proportions, when in reality every big company out there got that way by acting like a psychopath and fucking everyone over at every opportunity… of course, the NAWALT equivalent is NOT ALL COMPANIES ARE LIKE THAT…

Sure, go ahead and name one you have worked for… if you can come up with a name, it is because you missed the joke, you are still blue pill when it comes to corporations, you have your walmart loyalty card.

When you learn the fucking lesson, well…

I like cunt and ass and tits, but, to get it I have to deal with fucking mental patients that don’t like sex, or men, or me, so it is really important that the initial “I like” is only my hard-wired inner animal self speaking, and not any of the programming I have absorbed, cos that shit will hurt you and fuck you up brother.

I like wealth and luxury, but is the route the wealth and luxury the ways everyone says are the ways (aka the American dream) or is there one route, being a sociopathic amoral exploiter who sails JUST this side of the law?

You see the parallels to getting regular sex with the same wimminz, or a succession of wimminz.

All you gotta do is not stick your dick in crazy sounds like helpful advice, but it is a direct parallel to advice on how to fly or levitate, all you gotta do is fall without ever touching the ground.

If it “costs” 25 kWh per day for me to live to this standard today, it will cost 25 kWh per day for me to live to this standard next year, if the energy available is finite, which it is, and I expect to be living on 50 kWh per day next year, then one way of doing it is making 25 others live on 1 kWH less per day, another way is making 5 others live on 5 kWh less per day, but there is no way for all of us to live on 50 kWh per day next year and claim 100% “Growth”

KWh are however a physical thing, whereas a unit of fiat currency is not, it could be US$, or the number of imaginary friends I have, neither one is real, so both can be “grown” at an exponential rate if I so choose.

People who used to have 7 real friends, now have 145 facebook friends, you can go from 7 to any number you like at 10% growth per year.

7, 7.7, 8.47, 9.317, 10.24, etc after 50 years you have 821 friends, after 30 years your house is worth half a million bucks, and you are earning, 50k a year.

It’s still a fucking house, it’s still a fucking job, it is still a case of sticking your dick in crazy or sticking to wanking.

Like the list above, the bitch will tell anyone and everyone, no glove, no love, she will only have safe sex, the reality as we can see in a private list for her own consumption is somewhat different.

Jason, Albert, Sam and Beau will be offered another opportunity to stick their dick in that crazy, Jorge Sam and Random won’t, not unless money or advantage is offered. Either way, it is still fucking crazy, literally.

Exponential growth is equally fucking crazy, doesn’t matter if you are a Jason or Jorge in the economic sense, it is all fucking crazy.

The fuck list and scoring is fucking crazy, Jason is a 9 and Jorge is a 1, does that mean 9 fucks from Jorge = 1 from Jason, or is the list just a fucking crazy way of writing it as binary scoring, 1 = will fuck again, 0 = won’t fuck again, because they would all have to be 1, will fuck again, if I feel like it on the day, suddenly Jorge turns out to be a film producer’s personal trainer, 0 to 1, suddenly AfOR turns out to be wise to the game, 1 to 0, it is still all fucking crazy bitches that don’t like men, or sex, or me…

Like an economy that doesn’t like non-fiat currency, or genuine physical production, or me.

My job isn’t network field engineer, my job is getting customer’s signatures on job sheets signing off on the fact that I did exactly what I was told to do, no more, no less, and documented it up the fucking wazoo.

Grepping that fucking red pill turns me from being unemployable, and trust me boys and girls, anyone with my history and attitudes SHOULD be fucking unemployable in a failing economy, into a prized and favourite employee.

Go figure.

June 27, 2013

Silver cars

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , — wimminz @ 11:29 pm

So, I was giving a mate a lift, we’re moving down the road in traffic and this hot chick in a convertible starts nosing out of the Tesco forecourt into the traffic, doing that I’m a pretty bitch so men will let me out shit, so I didn’t let her out.

My mate says something about why didn’t I, I said I *never* let wimminz pull in to traffic, come to that, I never let silver cars, or any Volvo in either.

He asks me why, I tell him, because they (all Volvo’s, and all silver cars) are all driven by cunts, and wimminz are all cunts anyway.dogging it

He hum’s a bit, and asks me about the wimminz I fucked last week that booked to see me again this weekend, “which one?” I say, he is on about miss GG cup, I tell him, “well, she said she’d come over friday night for a fuck” with the emphasis on the word SAID, he asks me if I don’t believe her, I tell him, dude, I never believe anything a fucking wimminz says, and those times when what a wimminz says and what comes to pass coincide, that is what I call coincidence.

So I’m sat here at home about six hours later, miss GG cup, who has been texting every night since last weekend hot to trot, sends me a text, soz, she won’t be down, the sex was great but she is looking for something more permanent.. lol

Like I said, when what they say and what they do turn out to be the same thing, it’s like coincidence, nothing more.

Meanwhile there has been a lot of messaging back and forth about wimminz and violence, and a lot of self proclaimed red pill guys who JUST. DO. NOT. FUCKING. GET. IT. and this is prompted by a piece on the Spearhead about Texas executing a wimminz.

Look at this https://wimminz.wordpress.com/2011-04/wimminz-morality-or-lack-of/

One of the least discussed or mentioned or read or linked to pages on this blog, why, because it deals with some cold hard facts and a VERY significant statistical sample over 750 years.

Wimminz kill their own kids and poison everything else nearer their own body weight.

Guy’s obsessed with upper body strength just don’t seem able to accept that “violence” does not just mean being able to punch something as hard as George Foreman, doping your food and drink with poison is every fucking bit as violent…. accusing an innocent man of rape and watching him jailed is every bit as violent, starting a course of unilateral action enforced by the police and prisons that has a man thrown out of his fucking house, but he still has to pay for it, is every bit as violent.

When the mob walk into your business and say hey, nice restaurant, shame if something happened to it, and you pay them protection, it is classed as violence, but at least the fucking mob let you continue to live and work there…

When a wimminz kills an unborn child and calls it abortion or choice or some other shit, it is violence.

Go to fucking Africa, hey lion, hey motherfucker, that’s some mane, well, it is the fucking female lions that hunt and kill.

Fuck it, DON’T go to Africa, go to your nearest farm, ask farmer what’s more dangerous, the bull, or the fucking cows… he’ll tell you, cow’s every time, you can always tell when the bull is pissed, and stay away.

Anyway, my mate rings up, so I tell him miss GG cup flaked for tomorrow, quelle fucking surprise, hey, it’s just past full moon and (atmospheric) high pressure, he starts laughing at me like a loon, tells me that’s the sort of shit his instructor used to come out with (my mate is EOD), yeah man, and low atmo pressure makes changes in your eyeball and throws your aim off if you’re a sniper…

My mate goes all quiet, hey, you there, I say to the phone, yeah, he says, you know, he says, I think I just got you.

Fill your boots I say, tell me all about me.

he says “You treat wimminz like IED/UXB/UXO’s”

“Fuckin’ A” I tell him… he goes silent for a minute, so I say to him “Got a question for YOU now”

He says go ahead, I say, “This instructor of yours who used to say all this crazy shit”

He says yeah?

I say, “Tell me this, how many fucking fingers does he have”

He says all of em…

Fucking penny dropping yet?

Of course, if you see a wimminz driving a silver Volvo, the only safe option is for her to be disappearing in the rear view mirror.

June 26, 2013

Back in the day

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

When my dad was not much more than a boy, he had an apprenticeship at a local engineering place, of course, back in those days an apprenticeship was something you (or your parents) paid your employer for, and you got no wages the first two years…bda5_2

After a time, he got good enough to do his own work, and at that time there were a lot of Bedford lorries around, and of course a lot of them were ex war department stuff.

One of the jobs that needed doing with some regularity was setting up the back axle and diff, and as it turned out Dad was good at this, so good he got the time to do each one down to under an hour.

Of course, what happened then was every time one of these jobs came in, he got it, and he only managed to get off that mandatory assignment by progressively slowing down each job, until someone else was faster.

I have been posting more lately because basically the last two weeks I have been paid to sit on my ass at home waiting for a call, a couple of days ago I was bored enough to talk to a couple of the other guys, “You busy?”

Turns out they are both working their ass off, one on his 45th different site in a specific chain, interestingly if you draw a line from his home to the site he was at yesterday it is 200 road miles long, and around the middle of it, is where I sit typing this..

So why was he sent to do the job and not me, well, the answer is two fold;

  1. If this week the company has 3 x 40 engineer hours available in my area, and 60 engineer hours work, it makes no odds to them how that is split up, it is no cheaper to give each engineer 20 hours work, than to have one working full time, one working half time, and me sat at home.
  2. He was the Bedford back axle man for this particular job, having already done 44 of the bastards.

He is, in his own words, pissed off with the employment as a whole, I, in my own words, am as happy as a pig in shit, so far in June I have had a total of 13 jobs, and usually that is an allocated 2 hour time slot for each job, plus travelling time to or from site.

Next month should be busier for me, a lot busier, there are a few major projects coming down the line, but it still isn’t WORK, so I will be a happy bunny.

Work for me was when it was 34 degrees Celsius outside in the shade, and then you went down into an engine room all day with operating machinery and did hard physical and technical labour with the sweat oozing out of every pore. That was work.

Sometimes playing with main engines, some times playing with gen sets, some times playing with pumps, some times playing with human waste (shit piss and tampons) in clogged holding tanks.

Nowadays I’m paid to drive around and effectively play text based video games (there ain’t a lot of difference between “you are in a cave, there is an angry dwarf…” and cisco config stuff… ) for an hour or two, or move some routers / switches and patch cables, now and again I will swap a mainboard, psu or hard disk.

When I finish a job I’m not smeared from head to toe with an amalgam of lube oil, diesel, grinding disk compound, welding rod spatter, lithium grease and human shit.

Yesterday, cos guys are like that, I sent a text to a mate of mine trapped in a job he wants out of, but there are no real alternative jobs in the county and anyway his house won’t sell, the text said worked two hours last tuesday, and had an attachment of the pint of beer I was sitting drinking outside a pub.beer5… lrfh

He sent me a text back… “Bastard”

This is the same guy who was telling me a few weeks ago that my job would never do him, it just didn’t pay enough money, after I had explained it paid ENOUGH money in exchange for bugger all work and zero personal responsibility….

So after the beer I meet some old skank, take her back to mine, dump two loads of cum into her and then she is off, back to her latest boyfriend… it’s an open relationshit… apparently…

I crawl into bed and sleep the sleep of the innocent, wake up this mo’nin, hullo clouds, hullo sky, hullo coffee, it’s a hard fucking life, but someone has to do it… lrfh.

Back in the day, when I was working in ambient 40+, smeared in shit and grease, I was trying to achieve something, I was trying to be the best and what I did, I was trying to earn respect, I was trying to earn money, I was trying to “make” something of myself.

No young boy actually wanted a Lamborghini countach, you wanted a lambo to impress and pull GIRLS… that was the fucking truth… sure, it was dressed up as one-upmanship over other guys, but again, that was just to get the girls…

I spent a lot of my life either directly or indirectly trying to get a woman, or keep a woman, cos, again, it was just one of those things you did, everyone knew that… course, I never really called it that, I called it trying to earn money, trying to be ace at my trade, trying to make something of myself.

My now departed dad, well, NOW I realise there where a whole lot of things he didn’t tell me, why should he, I would either work it out for myself, or I wouldn’t, and there was no other way to that knowledge than working it out for myself.

With 20/20 hindsight, he dropped a LOT of hints, and said a lot of things that just sounded like off the cuff remarks to a blue pill me, funny as fuck.

Even funnier now, now I get the joke, and I was the joke.

Same sort of off the wall shit I am saying to my mate who I sent the beer pic to, which he don’t really get, yet, one day he will.

My mate, like the guy on his 45th install, ain’t happy in his job, which is crazy, because they both have great fucking jobs that they could do in their sleep, but unfortunately they give a shit, and are trying to get ahead, and MAKE SOMETHING OF THEMSELVES.

Thing is, you can’t make something out of yourself when a big part of what you call yourself isn’t you, but just a load of shit you’ve picked up along the way.

When I was 20 I read a quote, it said; “Death is not the end of life, character is the end of life.”

Like a lot of the off the wall stuff my dad used to say to me, it made me laugh and I thought it funny enough to remember and quote again, but, I didn’t fucking GET it.

Character is, of course, me + all that shit that goes to make up “trying to make something of myself”

Take away all that shit that goes to make up “trying to make something of myself” and what is left is ME, and suddenly life is no longer over.

You know, I don’t even regret the 50 years of my life that have gone by, before I started to really get all this shit, because the fact is that much time and experience pretty much HAD to go by, before I could get this shit…. you can’t make a 40 year old VSOP Cognac in less than 40 years.

Take at look at this sad cunt http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2347887/Money-doesnt-buy-happiness-says-Bernie-Ecclestone.html

The guy is worth 3 billion Pounds, and says ‘I am not sure what happiness is’

Well Bernie, I am worth about 3 thousand Pounds, and I dunno what love is, but I am happy.

But then look what Bernie did with his life, worked like a cunt trying to “make something of himself”, got married (and divorced) three fucking times, had two daughters who are loyal to their mum, not to him… see a pattern here..?

Of COURSE the cunt is miserable…

He should have quit when he was 50, in 1980 when he was only worth a few hundred million, and retired to a tropical island and spent the rest of his days wandering around bollock naked trying to perfect coconut wine.

As my quote above specified, Bernie died fucking decades ago, so did everyone else you can shake a stick at.

My employer doesn’t get it, all they can think of is fucking “career advancement” CCNA > CCDA > CCNP CCIP CCDP CCVP, cos you will earn lot’s more munnay.

Dude, I am in my fucking fifties, I already have all the qualifications I want, if I was CCn/i/d/vP I’d be expected to work my fucking ass off, pressure, responsibility, yadda yadda yadda, what the fuck.

Back in the day, when you retired from a company after many years of service, they gave you a fucking gold watch, which was symbolic of the fucking company giving YOU back YOUR time, to do with as you wish (remember, public timekeeping was used so workers could get to work on time).. well thanks for fucking nothing.

Back in the day, I had CHARACTER, now, I have ME.

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June 25, 2013

small print

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , — wimminz @ 10:57 am

there is a story doing the rounds in the MSM about some 28 y.o. skank ho single mommy who sold all her crap on fleabay to raise a £5k deposit for a new home for her and mini skank womb-turd.

This was something she wanted to do, because renting was costing her £900 and month and her mortgage would be half that…. eg i.r.o. £450 pcm

This “story” has much in common with how most people view contracts, such as credit card contracts, loan contracts, overdraft contracts and mortgage contracts, all the really important information has been simply ignored.

It doesn’t take a genius to work out that;

  • anything with 2 or more bedrooms available on a 5k deposit is going to be a new build estate
  • anything on a new build estate is going to be a shoe box with every corner possible cut
  • anything with a 5k deposit and 450 pcm repayment is interest only, variable rate.

What nobody seems aware of, and I am completely fucked to understand how this can be so, is that every single type of borrowed money the guy or gal in the street can get access to, secured or unsecured, mortgage / loan / overdraft / plastic, all, without exception, have two clauses in common.

  1. The “person” you borrowed the money from can, at any time, whether you like it or not, sell your debt to someone else, at which point whatever contractual agreements you had with that person end.
  2. The “person” you borrowed the money from, can, IN PRACTICE, basically turn around at any point, even if you are making all your payments, and say pay me back in full, now…

So the bimbo above pays 5k deposit and 95k loan for a pokey 2 bedroom flat somewhere you couldn’t swing a cat in, and 450 a month interest only at a few % APR, never repaying the capital.

Here is what can do wrong;

  1. The instant she signs, she owes the FULL amount of capital + interest + fees, no negotiation, no link to anything, least of all current market value of the dump.
  2. The instant she signs, the “person” she borrowed the money from can sell the debt to another “person”, who is not bound by any such agreement… not that the agreement is worth much from her POV
  3. The instant she signs, BY FUCKING DEFINITION, with capital price PLUS interest, she is in negative equity.
  4. Sure, her RENT now is 900 a month, but her LIABILITY is zero, sure, her OUTGOINGS will drop from 900 to 450, initially at least, but her LIABILITY went instantly from ZERO to EEK, where EEK is more than she can repay.
  5. Interest rates, even if she stays with the same lender, can change RAPIDLY, not merely by a percentage point or two, they can and have in the recent past in my lifetime gone up 20% in a single year, so suddenly even an interest only mortgage where you were paying 450 a month at 5%, if it goes up to 25% you are paying 2,250 a month, interest only…
  6. Market value can plummet, even apart from the fact the bitch is in negative equity the instant she signs (and this is the very DEFINITION of a loan, unless of course the loan is at 5% to buy something that is only half market value, and good luck with that…) she could in theory get some other asshole to buy at a similar price, as long as the market value doesn’t tank, if it does, which it will, especially when interest rates go up, then there is no minimum value that your property can go down to, and at that point you can NEVER SELL…
  7. The UK is not the USA (and the USA won’t be the USA for long), you can’t simply walk away from a house and throw the keys at the lender and say there is your secured asset back.
  8. The current holder of her debt, which may not be the same “person” she signed up with, yes boys and girls, “The Prosperous and Friendly Mortgage Company” is not the same legal entity as “The Prosperous and Friendly Mortgage and Savings Company“, even though both may use the same address and have the same directors etc, may just decide to demand full re-payment now, or within 30 days, which is the same thing, and if you can’t pay vacant possession, eviction, property sold at auction for £10 and by the way bitch, you STILL OWE US THE FUCKING MONEY.
  9. Currently, such debt is a CIVIL LAW matter and not a CRIMINAL LAW matter, which means you don’t get jailed for not paying it, currently, that may change boys and girls, the golden rule, those who you owe the gold to make the rules, but everything else is fair game, like any assets you have (car, savings accounts, inheritance, annuity) and any income you have can get imputed at source.

If this is sounding a bit like the divorced dead beat dad who no longer has cupcake or the rugrats or the house or car, but still has to pay for them, well what you just got was a penny dropping, it is just the sound didn’t reach you, do you don’t recognise it as a penny dropping…. yet…

And like the script of some bad B movie where some jerk-off does a deal with the devil, and then one day the devil comes a collecting, and the jerk-off wails and pleads, and the devil shows the jerk-off their own fucking signature….

Which makes it all nice and legal.

For example;

No SANE human being would take and therefore be bound by the oath of allegiance for joining the military, or the cops, not for less than a squillion bucks, up front, because if you actually fucking read it, it boils down to “YOU ARE PROPERTY, GAME OVER.”, that’s what it actually SAYS, but assholes are all yeah I know it says that but they don’t really mean that because that is only for emergencies and it won’t ever actually apply to me.. the recruiter said so….(but not in writing)

Social security numbers and passport numbers and citizen numbers and bank numbers, they all serve only one purpose, identity, because a contact can only be made with someone with an identity.

But an individual personal identity, and a business/corporate/state identity, are two different things, when these two types of identity enter into ANY kind of legal contract, the individual already got screwed… and brother, legally, EVERYTHING you put your fucking name to, OR DO IN YOUR FUCKING NAME, is a legal contract.

it’s all there, in the small print.

June 24, 2013

now and again, in the city of tiny lights

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , — wimminz @ 10:06 am

You can run into a wimminz who is not *quite* as outlandish as most, with whom you can have some semblance of a normal conversation for a few hours.

And it can be interesting, when you start to compares notes, such as recent things I have written about re the changes in PoF / swingers sites / the dating scene in general, because they see much of the same thing.

What is interesting in a way is that you get into a philosophical chicken and egg thing about how people actually live vs the way they think… so this chick, like me;

  • chooses to rent and not buy, cos you can move quick and won’t be trapped in negative equity when the housing bubble pops
  • lives alone, no kids and shit to support
  • doesn’t have a bathroom and bedroom littered with beauty and make up products and potions and lotions
  • works a Monday to Friday 9 to 5 job and pays her own rent / fuel / vehicle / etc bills

as opposed to most wimminz, who;

  • live in a house with a mortgage that they kept after splitting with the ex, or live in a rent subsidised state owned council house.
  • have kids at home
  • have bedrooms and bathrooms that contain 30% of the entire product range hair/beauty products
  • if they work at all it will be less than 16 hours a week to quality for working tax credits, or they have a mcjob feminist job somewhere rather than a private employer.

The top group is far far far rarer, but far closer to the reality of life as lived by most men, and as a result, has attitudes that are far closer to those held by most men, which is interesting because it just goes to show how much creating entitled pwincesses encourages entitlement pwincess attitudes…

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Recently over at the spearhead Bill has donned his apron again because some wimminz politician has started to wibble about including wimminz in the (armed forces) draft.

Quite apart from the amusing travesty of a nation that was founded specifically to have a civil militia, but in which standing armies were illegal, going on touting itself as the land of the free, and remaining one of the few countries on the planet in the 21st century that requires (male) citizens to *register* for service in the military, Bill starts wibbling about how this will weaken the military, and other posters start talking about how a 12 year old boy can overpower a 25 year old wimminz.

See that bit above about actual lifestyle shaping attitudes.

You won’t find no korea/nam vets, either US army or British or French forces, who will be dismissive of 12 year old girls, much less 25 year old wimminz, when it comes to their ability or willingness to fuck you up, and upper body strength never gets time to enter the equation.

It used to be if you could pull 7lbs with your index finger you were as capable of dealing death and mayhem as a steroid pumped no neck grunt who could bench press a couple of ammo cases all day long, nowadays all you have to do is toggle a joystick and click a microswitch.

The blonde whore who fucked up (Jessica Lynch) last time rather infamously only did so because she was the minority entitlement pwincess surrounded by big strong men, Abu Ghraib (Lyyndie England) will tell you all you need to know about how these same wimminz can behave, given half a chance.

When the military goes into places it has no fucking business going, which is basically every conflict and non war the US has been involved in, ever, then again it ain’t big strong grunts making this policy, they is just cannon fodder for the wimminz and niggerz politicians back home making “policy”

Take away the superiority and exclusivity of big strong men on the battlefield doesn’t somehow make war less honourable or more bloody or worse or any other shit, what it does do is completely fuck up the side that thinks big strong men are the biz, or did the nam “whores” who razored up, bombed, or fed bamboo shoots to the yanks not count as “combatants” because they didn’t have a dog tag and khakis?

Bill is also, for some strange reason, assuming that this draft legislation is aimed at getting these wimminz in to the trenches on the front lines along with the rest of the cannon fodder.

Cue all the usual disguised white knight bullshit about how will a wimminz carry the 120 lbs of ammo you need up to your position yadda yadda yadda.

The bitches will do quite well in an all or mainly female platoon deployed on US soil against US citizens in a “peacekeeping” role, with material support right up to the firezone on metalled roads by 6×6 and track laying vehicles.

Whether you shoot them up, or get shot up by them, all anyone will know or hear about is what an evil fucker you were, and it will double down, win win, more wimminz get into that shit.

Bill, like many other yanks, still stupidly assume that the powers that be want to preserve the good ole yew ess of aih, and not break that bitch down for profit and reorganisation, you know, like the good ole yew ess ess of arr.

Bill, like 99.9% of wimminz and all niggerz, ain’t living the way men actually live, see above, so he is as delusional as any entitlement pwincess, both about the role of wimminz in the military, and the future of the USA.

The yanks you yanks SHOULD be listening to are the ones saying shit like “As I sit here in Ecuador/wherever typing this blog post….”

 

June 21, 2013

DILLIGAF

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , — wimminz @ 11:37 pm

Many moons ago there were a bunch of bikers who went by the handle DILLIGAF & LAGNAF, most people worked out Do I Look Like I Give A Fuck, not so many worked out Let’s All Get Naked And Fuck.

There are hundreds of thousands of citizens on the streets of Brazil protesting, and all anyone can say is it started with a protest about a 10 cent rise in bus fares due to a tax hike, and because the state gave in to that, the protesters were just encouraged by it.

The American war of independence also started with a protest about a rather small tax hike of a few cents, if you want to look at things that way, and if you do look at things that way, you won’t be prepared for much of what did happen, least of all the Constitution.

“The last straw that broke the camel’s back” is an old saying.

It is true, and always has been, that there are some children who are sexually abused, some women & men who are raped, some employees who are unfairly dismissed, and so on, but it is also true that despite vast swathes of new laws and rulings, nothing has changed for these poor unfortunates, instead those who have not genuinely suffered to any degree are rewarded, and those who have not offended to any degree are punished.

Today a teacher who ran away with a pupil, at the child’s DEMAND, because she threatened to kill herself if she did not, and both of whom claim to still be deeply in love, indeed, the child’s testimony was nothing but “*I* made all the running, *not* the teacher” and yet he is today jailed for 5.5 years, while genuine institutionalised sexual abuse of children continues in this country, somehow never quite getting as far as files being passed to the Crown Prosecution Service, no matter how many come forward, no matter how many separate investigations there are, no matter how obvious the truth.

Wimminz I know, and niggerz, have a genuine struggle to believe that I am serious when I tell them that if I see a wimminz being brutally raped, or a child come to that, I will simply walk on past and make like the three monkeys, neither seeing, hearing or saying anything.

Yet, this is exactly what I would do, for this is what I have been taught by society to do as a survival tactic.

Back along, I was in a peter (slang for jail cell) with another inmate, one day we got to discussing Social Security, I was obviously smart and educated, so he asked me if I thought I knew what it was.

I told him, and he said, no, you are wrong.

Social Security is not security for the individual, it is security for society from the individual.

With social security, no-one has an excuse to steal to eat etc. This protects those with food to steal, and allows for punishment of those who do steal, because they did not have to in order to eat.

As I get older I find myself agreeing more and more with his assessment, but he missed the trigger.

The trigger is men like me, who have stood accused of all sorts of vile and disgusting things in secret family court, when the fact is that if only 10% of them were true there would have been no court hearing, no witnesses, no testimony.

DILLIGAF is true for me, and should say 1,000 other DILLIGAF men in this country suddenly find themselves having a reason to GAF, we could take the state down to anarchy in a week.

This is what all the prism and crap is really all about, the state is scared shit-less of those who shit red pills for breakfast, but like all the new rules that do not protect those they were allegedly intended to, like all the last straw tax hikes, like all the other changes being made to the social contract between citizens and the state, they all appear to be totally incapable of doing anything to address the root problem, and only capable of making things worse with ever higher levels of collateral damage.

Every revolution in human history has one thing in common, one constant, and that is when the people stop giving a fuck what the state thinks of them or says about them, or offers them, or threatens them with.

So today this skank ho on a sex site starts talking to me, so I tell her, send me a pic of your cunt babe, cos I can tell from the face she ain’t no Twiggy, so she send me a bunch of pics, some of them are presumably of her cunt, all I can see is a fold in fat stubbly flesh, it could be a belly crease, it could be anything, a couple of other pics are of syringe needles through her nipples, she has large and saggy mis-shapen tits, but they look like some crazed sci-fi doctor grafted them on to her obese torso from a completely different body, she likes it kinky and submissive, and her husband and father of her disabled child can’t give her that, so she has his permission to fuck random guys while he is a work and the disabled kid is in special needs school.

I like sex and fucking as much as the next guy, but this is to sex as Tracy Emin is to Constable or Van Gogh or Miro in the art world, but never mind, she has intuition apparently, and she can tell that I am not the guy for her, probably because of the lack of responses from me saying how sexy she looked.

I fail to understand why bestiality and paedophilia and necrophilia are all illegal, when it is legal for creatures like this to fuck, and breed, and think of themselves as sexy, and of course I fully understand the moral and ethical problems with, for example, the whole concept of fucking pre-pubescent children, but it is sort of irrelevant in the same way that knowing which of the Caribbean islands is the best tax haven for a billionaire is irrelevant, I have as much sexual interest in fucking a pre-pubescent child as I do in fucking a grown man’s hairy asshole.

On one level I can accept and grant that some people on this planet can look at a guy’s hairy asshole, or a small naked child, and find it sexually arousing, but me, I just don’t *get* it, it’s like jazz…

But at least both of those are human, and some of these wimminz, even excepting their nature and mentality and focusing solely on the flesh, are no more human than some of the more freaky melted flesh monsters dreamt up by film FX directors, it is mystery meat, and I again can accept that a tissue sample and DNA test will identify it as human, but then again, those same tests will identify a massive pustulating tumour as human flesh…

For me at least I feel that any process that could be applied to me that would enable me to get a hard on for such *creatures* would be akin to a journey down a long road, and of necessity I would first have to pass through those places where a guy’s hairy asshole got me hard, and then a naked pre-pubescent child got me hard.

And I say this very contentious, but true, thing for one reason and one reason only, there are male creatures out there that do fuck these things, that chase them, that go back for more…

HG Wells reckoned it would take until the 800th millenium for humans to split, or in Darwinian terms, to evolve into two species… and yet it is a truism that those living through great change never see it, too close to the wood to see the trees, and it is only much later that other can look back and state that this was a period of change.

For a long time it was assumed that the process of evolution was a steady and gradual process, like sand running through an hourglass, but, as our understanding and data increased, we found instead that what actually happens is Nature provides relatively long periods of stability, and very short islands of time when things change dramatically in a matter of a few generations, maybe 20 at most.

I contend however that we are indeed in such a period of change now.

I contend that the last 300 years of human technology has triggered this change, by the simple fact that ever greater proportions of human who would in the past not have survived long enough to breed, and now alive and breeding.

Even in this world of essentially free processed food and shelter available on demand 24/7, there is a significant proportion of the population who STILL could not survive alone, they require regular medications, or mobility scooters to tote their lardy mystery meat asses around, or that others may be crippled so that they can “compete”.

We are not living or Orwell’s 1984, or Animal Farm, or Solyent Green, or Gattaca, or any other such dystopian future.

I contend instead that we are living on the Island of Dr Moreau.

DILLIGAF? About mine own species, perhaps…..

June 20, 2013

Decoupling

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:24 pm

When I was growing up there was a certain mentality, it was not pervasive by any means, but it was all around.

This mentality held that there was a connection and commonality between sex and a relationship, they sort of went hand in hand, and if you wanted one you had to have the other as a sort of package deal.

So you had stuff like going steady with a single girlfriend, it wasn’t the marriage the older generation wanted, and if you lived together it was living in sin, but it was still a commitment thing.

If pump and dump one night stands existed, they were very rare one off things, not a lifestyle choice or indeed option. Sure, there was prostitution, but there were only so many whores, and it was a thing men only did when they were away from their home turf.

Sex, you see, was pretty much not available on it’s own, to use the box of chocolates analogy, you had to buy the whole fucking box, including the crap you didn’t like like almond whirls, praline crunch, nougat truffle, to get the mint, strawberry and orange ones you did like.

To use another, perhaps better, analogy, it was like a personal vehicle, that thing that all youth aspired to, their own car or motorsickle.

You could get one, but only if you took lessons, passed the tests, paid the insurance, kept it roadworthy, and obeyed all the laws of the road.

Some tearaway yoofs like me, full of piss and vinegar, immortal and thinking we knew better than anyone else, well, fuck it, build or buy the vehicle, buy the gasoline, as for the rest, that’s for straights… if you are gonna ignore all the speed limits and shit what’s the point wasting time and money on crap like driving lessons and tests and licences and insurance.. right…

Back in those days, the computer was a rare object, everything was done on paper, so there was a lot of slack in the system for people like me/us, we “got away” with shit for years that nowadays would be flagged up in 3 seconds flat by a numberplate recognition system tied into a central database of insured and roadworthy vehicles… even so, some of that shit made it in to the modern records and is still following me around to this day.

The thing was, once you had decoupled personal vehicle ownership from the responsibility to the rest of society that went with it, there was no way back for the individuals concerned… once you have been nailed for no licence / insurance / road-worthiness cert etc, it became so expensive and time consuming to try to go legal, that you simply could not afford it.

Nor would you be able to for many years, at least five.

So a 17 year old asswipe has the option of holding a bus ticket in his hand, (or walking, or using a push-bike for shorter journeys) for five years, or continuing to break the law, and in some areas of the country, such as where I was with literally two buses per week, that also meant no work, which meant no money.

Y’all also have to remember that at these times (and they are a’comin’ back real soon now) if you wanted to buy a bike on HP (hire purchase), the APR was running around 32%.

Even so, once you had fucked up once, you could buy a brand new MHR Ducati 900 desmo for the same money it would cost to insure that old AJS 350 you’d been blatting around on.

So we get into the scene where “capable of evading high speed pursuit” was a pre-requisite, and you routinely had motorcycle cops making comments to you like, “typical biker, the brakes, tyres, and steering are all excellent, but there ain’t another legal thing about you or the bike“…

And so, once fully decoupled from the system, there was no way back in to it, and escalation was the only game in town, and the next thing you know, guys who were, and I shit you not, kicked out of a certain very well known patch motorcycle club for being too wild and out of control, and who then fuck off to start their own truly outlaw club (truly outlaw = nothing was legal, no title, no licence, no roadworthiness certs, no ID, no obeying traffic laws, no nothing) start nodding to you and inviting you to hang out.

Then one day you wake up in the slammer, and the screws remember you from the last visit, and your life stretches out before you, and in my case I was literally out of the country 3 hours after I was released, and did not come back until I had managed to re-invent myself, starting with a clean slate in another country.

I was able to return several years later, not with a clean slate, but with a clean slate for the past several years, and that counted for something…

It was telling that everyone I know who has been banned from driving for being over the limit says the same damn thing, not the fines, not the ban, not the stigma, no the hassle, which is what the campaigns always talked about, but it was the £10k it cost them in lost earnings that struck home, which none of the campaigns talked about.

Sure, *I* was responsible for decoupling myself from the system, but once I had taken that one step, there was no realistic way back… once you make an omelette you can’t get back to a raw egg.Chewable_Smurf_Vitamins_Ad

And so it is with the decoupling of sex and relationshit / commitment.

Unlike the motoring stuff, I did not grow up to breed more motorsickle outlaws on some motorsickle outlaw reservation outside of society and law, yet somehow also within it.

If I had, I dread to think what the little fuckers would be like…

And yet, that is exactly where we are in society with sex.

Sex has been decoupled from relationshit / commitment, as I type this I am getting messages on a fucking site from a 38 year old skank ho single mommy of 3 who wants to be my bitch, for a little while at least, on a purely sexual basis, after 9pm when the eldest is in bed…

Ordinary table salt is NaCl, Sodium and Chlorine, a benign and necessary to support life substance that once split apart becomes two toxic substances, and just mixing them doesn’t make salt again.

Skank ho single mom can’t be mixed with some guy to make the magical nuclear family that is the cornerstone of society… any more than outlaw biker me could be mixed with some uniform Babylon** (**cops) to form a responsible citizen who has seen the light.

If you actually want to address the problem, you have to do two things;

  1. provide a way back once decoupled, and then do whatever it takes to make that happen.
  2. provide a purgatory or cooling off period between being coupled and decoupled, where all parties can really thing about where they actually wanna take that one way leap into the dark.

It’s the old adage, it is easier to break something that repair it, less time effort energy everything.

If nobody works on repairing and maintenance, soon there is nothing left to break.

A quote in the MSM recently said “But we didn’t start the fire, so don’t expect us all to suddenly become firemen…”

Well, I certainly played with matches, but I did not pour gasoline on the flames and then try to bill me for the gas and the cleanup.

In fact in the world of sex as opposed to the world of vehicles, the “legal motorist” is the one being punished, while the outlaws are getting the free ride.

But again, nobody is providing a way back, and nobody is providing a purgatory.

Cupcake calls 999/911 and makes accusations, the blue touchpaper has been lit, no way back, no cooling off period.

Buying a fucking 4.99 phone charger from Amazon comes with more legal protection and cooling off time than making a false allegation of rape against a man.

Sex *can* be re coupled with commitment and relationshits, but it’s a LOT harder and a LOT more expensive than breaking it was, plus, providing a way back for those already decoupled, such as me, is even harder still.

But these are “can”‘s of the sort that an engineer can deal with, we *can* fix the problem, but you have to be prepared to pay the FULL cost.

As a society, we can not financially pay the full cost, the cost would already *far* exceed all the debt we already have, and we cannot pay that, so it is a bit like a plane that almost flies or a boat that almost floats, all we can do is re-arrange the deckchairs on the Titanic.

Trying to “fix” the problem at this stage is rather like trying to impose 1970’s personal vehicle ownership standard and rules in Mogadishu today, you have to fix a million and one other things before you can even begin to start…

IN another forum a poster who goes by the handle of TFH has long said that feminazism is not going to hit the end of the road until 2020 AD, at least, so let’s call it 2030 to be safe.

Once that happens, we can get back to re-coupling, at whatever cost to what passes for society and state then, give it another 20 years for the first children born into that to grow into adults who have known nothing else, so we are looking at 2050 AD as the earliest possible date where things will get back to where they should be, we are talking about MY FUCKING GRAND-CHILDREN, even though my abducted and absent boys are still in short trousers, THEY will never see it until they are older than me, and it will be too late for them, but their kids may see it.

So, EVERY SINGLE CUNT READING THIS, you are in the place I was when I woke up in the slammer one day and had a reality check, you have two options.

  1. stay where you are, stay who you are, and get doubled down on from uniform Babylon on down.
  2. go far enough away so you can get some breathing space and re-invent yourself.

It is adapt, or die.

Fucking off to Bangkok and trying to preserve any part of who you are now is a waste of time and effort, you may as well stay exactly where you are, you have to metamorphose into something completely different.

You have to go as a blue pill motherfucker Smurf.smurf-control

You have to kill that fucker stone dead and emerge from the chrysalis as a red pill lone wolf tin man motherfucker with a hole where his heart used to be.

It’s not romantic, it’s not laudable, it’s not manly, it’s not heroic, it’s not worthy, it is not anything more or less than survival.

If you have ideas of Beau Geste, or how other’s will look up to you or respect you, or any other bullshit, fuhgeddabahtit

This isn’t about going off on some initiation ceremony / rite of passage where you come back new and improved and a MAN, who gets the girl etc.

This is about moving to the jungle and undergoing genetic manipulation until you become a flesh eating reptile like a salt water croc.

The new croc you ain’t gonna want ANYTHING you had in your old life, it is no use to him.

He’s just waiting for the corpses to float downstream from the cities.

 

June 19, 2013

Max Headroom

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , — wimminz @ 10:35 pm

I just endured the “rebooted” supermangina, man of pointdexter, movee…

What fucking crap, superjerk did more collateral damage than the evil guy with the nerdy beard, and again, like star wars with spacecraft performing aerobatic maneouvers in a hard vacuum, little shit like the laws of physics are simply ignored, same as that asgard pap and everything else, it may as well be fucking disney and mickey and snow white, because none of it is fit for consumption by anyone except wimminz and niggerz.

e.g. those able to habitually suspend belief in the laws of physics etc.. a.k.a. reality.

Now, the original Star Trek couldn’t afford the scenery and props to make shuttles, which were what the script called for, so the transporter and “Beam me up Scotty” was born.

We don’t *know* that the laws of physics make a transporter impossible, so we are left with the not so philosophical question as to whether the transported person was the original, or a copy.

We do however *know* for a fucking fact that no matter how strong I am, even if I have the strength to pick up a truck that weighs 100x what I do and attempt to throw it, I will move 100x as far as the truck, nor can I hold a skinny 50 kg girl at arms length without toppling over, and not looking so super.

I’m old enough to see the trend, as we learn more and more science, we pay less and less heed of it in our entertainment, it’s scary when 1950’s buck rogers with obvious models with obvious wires holding them up is closer to scientific fact than 21st century CGI, when they could literally do anything.

Fuck, fire up any 1st person shooter and even in god mode it is more realistic than anything to come out of hollywood.

And so I will watch something new, with an open mind, and it is exactly like meeting a new wimminz that some smurf blue pill jerk has absolutely promised me is a NAWALT, and before the first 10 minutes have run sure enough, something comes along to utterly destroy any suspension of disbelief that I was nurturing, and we are smacked in the face with reality, which in this case is something completely and utterly non-credible to anyone with a functioning brain.

I have had this discussion MANY a time, and we have never come up with a single movie that could not be made while adhering to the laws of physics, and far from making them worse films, it would make them better.

Alien was a good example, as was Alien2, did it follow the laws of physics because it was a good film, or was it a good film because it followed the laws of physics…

Is superjerk a bad film because it doesn’t follow the laws of physics, or did superjerk ignore the laws of physics because it was a bad film.

Is the smurf’s alleged NAWALT wimminz an AWALT because she ignored reality, or did she ignore reality because she is AWALT?

Here is just under an hour of 1985 work, and it is better than everything hollywood has put out so far in 2013.

Max Headroom – 20 minutes into the future.

If you ain’t seen it before, watch it now, if you have, watch it again with 2013 eyes, and ask yourself, was it dated or prescient?

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