Wimminz – celebrating skank ho's everywhere

September 4, 2012

If any of her friends are a slut….


… then so is she.

Now, when I say slut, I don’t just mean yer average skank ho with yer average cock count, I mean a slut.

I mean it’s more like a straight guy reading an illustrated book on the more bizarre and kinky gay sex fetishes, you may say “fuck it” and put the book down at Felching, but there is a whole lot more in that book and just because you haven’t seen it doesn’t make those pages vanish.

Of course a large part of this is YOU WANT IT TO STOP, so you are quite happy to accept the “it only happened once when I was drunk” excuse, but those who do not, those who persist, always find the same thing.

They find the other 499 pieces of the jigsaw.

The finished jigsaw is a picture, in that picture is at least one of “your” slut’s friends, and she is also a 500 piece jigsaw, and when you piece that one together and get another picture, you notice something, there are a few other people in both pictures.

Pick one of those people at random and they are also a 500 piece jigsaw, put it together and more of the same, your slut is there, the friend you know about, the handful of faces common in both your sluts jigsaw picture and your sluts friends jigsaw picture, and introducing a bunch of new faces too.

So that “admission” you got about her sexual “history” is really just one frame in a long, multi episode, unfinished, still filming, porno shoot / documentary, and if you were to watch the whole thing, most of her friends that you know about have various parts, from bit parts to regular guest star appearances, chances are some of YOUR friends have bit parts too, maybe not in the same scenes as your slut, or maybe just not yet in the same scenes as your slut.

In the past week two wimminz who I have fucked, one once and one twice, and one wimminz who I nearly fucked but couldn’t be assed, all decided to dump my ass…. and you know what, I have lost NOTHING of any value, on the contrary, my life is enriched for having moved on.

It’s real hard to feel any sense of loss when there is an endless supply of bit part players waiting in the wings for a walk on and spread em or walk on and kneel part in my own little porno extravaganza.

But the sluts DO love to talk, and as much as I minimise it, I do get exposed to the other side of the story, not the story you tell about your slut and the piece of her history that she admitted to you or got caught out doing, and not the bit you read on a wimminz problems / advice dating site, but the bit about the same scene in the same shoot from her perspective.

And it is like those jigsaws I was talking about earlier….

YOU love your new Ford, to the guys in the Ford dealership (who drove it before you) it’s just another fucking Ford, now, the new 2012 Merc E class….

But to the guys in the Merc dealership, its just another Merc, and the beat goes on.

After a while no new car excites you, ooh look the new 2013 Lambo, it’s just another shitbox with a wheel at each corner to me, and fucking useless at negotiating speed humps or parking in car parks

So move on to yachts, well, same deal folks, no new boat excites me, I just see holes to pour money down and a so called possession that actually is no more than a millstone around your neck tying you down.

Sure, I’ll drive and ride and sail and fuck all these 2013 models, but not on my fucking dime.

You want me to get excited about a new 500 piece jigsaw?

You want me to get excited because you found ONE FUCKING PIECE of the 500 piece jigsaw that is “your” slut’s ACTUAL sexual history?

Blokes sit down in front of trashy soap operas and go ” wow, this is just too fucking far fetched to take seriously, your estranged wife had a sex change and used to be your best friend in school, but she fucked your current wife and made her pregnant with the kid you now call son, and when she moved back into the area she knew you were there and knew you had a son, but didn’t know who your wife was, so now she and your “son” are fucking and deeply in love, meanwhile your gerbil “faggot” has hepatitis…..

Bitches lap all that crap up, because, lets face it, that IS what their 500 piece jigsaw sex lives and histories are like.

The 20 year olds and under KNOW all this shit, the smartphone generation walk around in a world where your sexual history is known, they know about the time you took on four blokes, they know about the swinger couple you see regularly for threesomes, they know you have fucked all your best friends blokes, while she was with them, they know what your cunt looks like, they know all about the 500 piece electronic jigsaw of MMS picture attachments and SMS fuck me tonite, they have seen and shared it, as you have embraced the technology they have embraced the data it carries.

Your mom is a skank ho!

No she ain’t

here’s some video of her taking on 4 guys, and none of them are your dad, but one of them is my brother and one of them is the guy from the betting shop and I dunno who the other guy or the nigger are

<gulp>

Fact is, if you are in your mid 30’s or over, the kids walking past your house probably know more about your sluts sexual history than you do…. hell.. “your” kids probably know more than you do.

Fact is, if you are in your 40’s or later, then what the kids walking past your house know about your slut daughters will blow your fucking mind.

AWALT

September 3, 2012

AWALT motherfucker, AWALT

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , — wimminz @ 11:07 am

Amid some speculation that the reason for the spearhead’s pussification of late is that Bill has himself a new bitch, and he is drinking the feminazi kool aid again, a couple of people have asked me, how do you know AWALT.

Well, I’m not a monk, I fuck wimminz, and that means I REGULARLY get everything from the usual protestations of love and wanting a relationshit with me, to the full on wanna live with you and marry you treatment.

My policy is simple, AWALT, so just wait, continue to be an honest and decent man who does not lie to these sluts, and sooner or later the leopard will reveal its spots, the stage curtain will be pulled back to reveal the hamster wheel spinning at 21,000 RPM, and a missive from the wimminz who didn’t know you existed two weeks ago, was talking about having your babies last week, but now says she can’t deal with your shit, game over dude.

Course, if you are a believer in NAWALT, you will be troubled and upset and be asking yourself “what shit? I was genuinely nice to the bitch!” whereas if you are a believer in AWALT you just grin, fuck it, you have a production line already in place, pump and dump.

Last Friday night when you weren’t with the skank ho because she had some family shit on or the canary was down with bulimia or some crap, you’d be pissed NOW if you’d turned down that offer of a free fuck from the PoF production line slut who offered to come right over and blow you… and turn it down you would have if you are a believer in NAWALT.

But, I’ll let you into a dirty little secret.

You know that stuff I said about wimminz being herd creatures and men being pack animals, well, it’s true, but don’t be fooled into thinking that the herd all love each other.

The last three wimminz I have been with all have girlfriends who find out about me, and who either want a threesome, or who want to try me, or who want to fuck the wimminz in question, and let me tell you there is NO love lost there at all.

Surreal is when a wimminz who ain’t that into you, because her unrequited lust is for the skank ho slut who is into you, having just met you off PoF, but the wimminz who ain’t into you sure does pay you a lot of attention and texts and shit, but she will fuck you if you give her a covertly made video of you fucking the object of her unrequited lust in all HER holes, yeah, that’s right, so the wimminz who ain’t that into you has a desire to fuck the wimminz who is into you, and that desire is so strong she will offer to fuck you to encourage you to illegally tape yourself fucking the one she wants in all her holes, so that she can then watch it as porn and play with herself while watching it.

Surreal is when a wimminz tells you she has been telling her best friend about you, and her best friend wants a threesome and also asked to borrow you for a night, and the wimminz you are with realises that sooner or later you are going to meet this best friend, if she stays with you, so she does the only thing she can to stop you meeting her best friend, and dumps your ass.

Yes, folks, this is the past fucking week alone, but you know, NAWALT, because (says people like Bill) this here bitch is fiiiiiiine, and niiiiiice and she is reeeaaaallllly into me dude and this is the real thing… which it is, until the flick of the switch when she changes her fucking mind.

At that point you’re all alone, no point calling up all those guys you used to hang with, because you simply blanked them the moment you started drinking the NAWALT cool aid and buying that line of shit from the latest slut to ride, or worse still not ride, your cock.

Hey man, it’s not that you blew me off for the night out so you could fuck that bitch, that isn’t the problem, the problem is you bought her shit and chose her over us, no good crying to us when it goes wrong, we told you, you wouldn’t fucking listen, you knew better, you knew NAWALT.

And assholes like that, that believe in NAWALT, are DANGEROUS motherfuckers to be around…..

Just this week alone, on the promise of a fuck from a wimminz (#1) who wanted to fuck the wimminz (#2) I was fucking, she (#1) attempted to incite me to;

  1. Hack into the wimminz (#1) I was fucking’s email accounts, including those held on servers based on US soil legally.
  2. Take covert video of myself fucking her (#1) in all her holes.
  3. Get (#1) drunk and encourage her to have a threesome with me and (#2)

Just so you get the picture, #1 and #2 are best friends, and regularly stay over at each others places.

Oh yeah, they go through each others phones and shit as much as they can, hence wanting item 1 above, to get past the places where they get stuck in their prying now.

Now, each one of those three individually is illegal as fuck, and I mean prison time illegal
, put em all together and you better plan on sharing a bed with Julian Assange and praying for political sanctuary status, and that’s the good side of outcomes.

And all these bitches will tell you, when discussing, with anger, their besties searching through THEIR phones and shit, that friends should not do that, they should trust each other and not fucking pry.

AWALT

And this, my brothers, is why I am so down and bitchin on Bill and others who start preaching NAWALT, because they choose to put themselves into that fucking hamster wheel reality distortion field where cross state line and cross international border computer / email hacking and phone hacking (for this is ALWAYS what these things are referred to when you are charged by the boys in blue) and illegal videotaping without consent, for the express purpose of distribution to others, where the deliberate intoxication of females to induce them to fuck other females, are all serious motherfucking crimes.

You can’t even claim that hacking #1’s email and phone ain’t so bad, because at least you won’t be convicted of a sex crime, you wanna bet, bitch #1 uses that account to talk to bad boys like you about sex, and uses that phone to share family photos of her pre teen daughters with the her aunt, so yeah, it will be a sex crime AS WELL… >>> do not pass go >>>> do not collect 200 >>>> go directly to jail as a sex offender.

The covert videoing ain’t rape, not quite, but the intoxication threesome is.

What’s that? You wouldn’t go all the way? Baby, as soon as you make the SLIGHTEST fucking move to comply, bitch #2 gets the upper hand, and the inducements are no longer a chance to dump some cum into her, but the threat of exposure if you do not continue.

And then you get all the sweeties cuddles and nicey love you babes, loooove your cock bullshit that NAWALTS all suck up like nectar.

and this is why I am so down on Bill and others who buy into the NAWALT bullshit, because they WILL fuck you over to the nth degree, just to keep pwincess amused.

You can be as MGTOW and ghost motherfucker as you like, you ain’t got no defences against a NAWALT motherfucker like Bill or any of the others, so when the bitch says “sweetie, all those comments that asshole posted to your website, that you now own, you know if we edit selected words and phrases he is a really scary man who hurts my feeeewings….

Then you get what happened to a guy I know vaguely this saturday night just gone, he’s getting ready to have the kids the next day, knock on the door, come along with us sir, spends the next 29 hours in a police cell, investigation into alleged harassment and intimidation, not from his ex and mother of his kids, oh no, from an ex since her, because he is a believer in NAWALT, and she moved on and enlisted her next fuck, a GUY WHO WORKS WITH this guy, to go to the boys in blue with her and repeat, out of context of course, some of the things this guy had said while at work about his ex and his kids and the secret family courts and all that shit, one lunchtime, when everyone there was discussing an article in the newspaper about, guess what, an ex wife and new boyfriend who went postal on the kid ( I covered this story earlier ) killed her, put her in the attic, and then went on TV appealing for her to come back, all the while studious lack of any mention of the biological father of the missing girl.

So this guy says something like “I’d kill the bitch” when this subject is raised in the workplace during a break, to a bunch of other GUYS, no wimminz present, and forgets he said it, and thanks to a co-worker who is a believer in NAWALT a week later he is in the cells and missed his one sunday every two weeks with his kids… and you KNOW he ain’t seeing them again, cos you know, being in that cell on a suspicion / allegation of harassment or intimidation or threats of violence, that is all his skank ho baby momma needs to go back to secret family court and get an ex parte injunction on his ass.

Because he believed in NAWALT, so the ex skank ho slut had been far enough inside his life to know inside details, which can be used against you….

Me, back in my discussion with #2, I laughed real hard, and pointed out that while we had discussed this shit, she had raised the subject, I had never agreed to do it, nor had I lied to #1, but I did have a complete text record of our conversation, so I didn’t have a problem, but she did… and said I was merely pointing that out, none of my business how she treats her mates, nor none of my business to tell me mate, so she got problems, but not with me… just sayin…

AWALT, that’s the only reason I stayed ahead of the game, and kept the upper hand….

You have been warned.

September 1, 2012

What a cunt


I’m talking about Bill at the Spearhead, I thought he had jumped the fucking shark sometime ago, so today I get sent a link to his latest…… WTF?

Remember, The Spearhead bills itself as a MEN’s RIGHTS website… mmmkay

So, deconstruction time…
Original, full, unedited article in blue italic

 

The arguments for and against being a PUA are largely moot, and the culture will continue to be restricted mainly to people in late adolescence, because most people simply can’t handle the bachelor lifestyle.

I abhor labels, but I’m in my 50’s, I picked up and banged a slut same day midweek last week, then the next day did the same with a different skank ho, who turned into an FWB (still have my long term FWB floating in the background) who yesterday texted me saying that she was with her bestie GF and telling her about me (sexually) and now the bestie wants a threesome, just waiting for the bestie to get my number from the FWB and contact me direct, but in the interim last night had another picked up same day skank ho come over.

Meanwhile my crib is as comfortable and manly and as “man cave” as I can get it, and I love it.

Can’t handle the bachelor lifestyle, a moot fucking point in modern society with hypergamy enforced by the boys in blue and ex parte non molestation orders, no fault divorce, secret family courts and FRA and all that good stuff.

Better fucking learn to handle it and “man up” dude, because this environment isn’t going away anywhere this side of a societal reset, if anything it will get worse first.

Being an uncommitted bachelor has never been the norm throughout human history. Men are social creatures just like women, and most of them don’t have what it takes to maintain emotional distance from the women in their lives for an extended period of time, so the PUA lifestyle will never be appealing to most men.

See above bitch, hard labour, disease, conflict and death aren’t and never will be appealing to most men, but we don’t get to choose the fucking world you get born into.

Yeah, I want a long term stable secure loving committed intimate relationship with one wimminz, I also want a fucking flying car and a star trek replicator and my own private fucking island, or better still planet…. AIN’T… GONNA… FUCKING… HAPPEN…

The alternative, real life in 2012, may not be as appealing as my dreams, but guess what, that’s why it’s called real fucking life.

In fact, the only way the average man could maintain a PUA lifestyle without feeling empty inside would be to live with someone who fulfills the role of “companion” that their lovers fail to provide. In some cases this could be a man, but more likely than not it would be a female family member, such as a mother or sister. I suspect this is why being a player comes more naturally to those people from cultures where men have close, intimate relationships with their mothers well past childhood, such as southern Europeans.

Oh here we go, an American telling us how southern Europeans are wired, yeah you know ALL those spicks and eyeties live with their mommies until they are 60 and eat ice cream and ride vespas and are tres chic yadda yadda

You want feeling empty inside motherfucker, try sitting in a cell having just been arrested for a False Rape Accusation from the mother of your own fucking kids, then going through life never being allowed to see or hear or have any contact with those fucking kids.

A good fucking dog would provide that companion role, at least it ain’t a fucking NAWALT skank ho that will also stab you in the back like your own mom or sister or daughter, and at least it ain’t a fucking niggerz bitch like the spearhead and its remaining crew has become.

Where men are expected to cut familial bonds and strike out on their own from an early age, being a player is generally far more rare. In these places, men tend to rely on a female companion for emotional comfort and support from the beginning of adulthood, so those who are having sexually adequate but emotionally shallow relationships with women are left unsatisfied in most cases. If sexual gratification were all men required, a prostitute would suffice, but obviously that isn’t enough for most of us.

It ain’t enough for most of us because we were sold the motherfucking bill of goodz you pussified dumb fucking niggerz blood clot…. we were told all about loving wives and the joy or having and raising kids and the joy of a career and standing in the community and the great and wonderful legal and justice dispensed by our courts and the policeman is your friend to protect and serve.

Then the rubber hit the road and we learned all about the reality out there, that females, companions or relatives, DO NOT MOTHERFUCKING PROVIDE emotional comfort and support… quite the fucking opposite.

Prostitutes, they are for when I am 70 and can no longer pull 20 and 30 year old sluts for free, if that day comes, you never know… like the saying goes, all the guys I know who use whores pay them to leave, because they are all fucking married, every last fucking one of them.

All that said, Game probably does have value in that it can help a man increase his options and find a better woman.

That’s like saying finding a better turd to dump on your meal as a garnish, AWALT motherfucker…. not being a game proponent, but it seems to be the value of game is teaching you that the better woman is a mythical motherfucking creature like the unicorn.

However, those who promote Game as a route to male happiness should remember that for most men – although not all – a series of short relationships that end before real intimacy develops is a sad existence, and tends to feel like a failure after some time.

It is a million times better than the motherfucking alternative, a longer relationship that ends when cupcake decides an FRA and stealing your kids is a great way to get all your shit for free.

In nine out of ten cases, the goal really should be finding the “right one,” and there’s always the danger that promiscuity itself can get in the way of that — even for men.

Yet again, every fucking line from this useless cunt that used to be Bill is infused with NAWALT.

cos, you know, the streets are fucking littered with wholesome virgins wanting to pledge their troth till death us do fucking part.

If Game should come with any caveat, this is it.

Yes, the saintly skank ho sluts that has had one foursome and three threesomes and around 30 cocks really really really wants a virgin who does not know how to fuck and satisfy her juices, and that is the average to good young chick on the street, the EXCEPTIONALLY good have only had half a dozen cocks, the other end of the scale is the 20 year old who has had literally many hundreds of cocks from working in the low end home grown porn “industry”, taking on anything from 15 to 30 cocks at a time, you know, to earn some extra money for her two womb turds at home, one of which is yours, and you, you dumb fuck that married her, think she is having girlie nights out because raising two kids and tidying a house is you know, so fucking stressful.

You go back and read Bill’s early stuff back when he was Welmer, and then the early Spearhead stuff, then read his latest, culminating with the piece above, and what you are looking at is a horse that has been broke by his bitch and the courts.

Bill may once have been a man, but as Chaucer said, aptly enough in the Pardoner’s Tale… “I trowe he were a gelding or a mare” (“I thought he were a niggerz or a wimminz”)

Top tip, go read the pardoners tale link above… as I said yesterday about human nature never changing, could have been written today.

August 31, 2012

Ship of fools


Apart from being a rather good Robert Plant song, as well as an increasingly relevant and poignant sixties film, originally it was a 15th century oil painting by Bosch.

Thing is, the great thing about classics and art is that the more you absorb, the more you realise that nothing, not the microchip, modern warfare, screw thread, plastics, nano-materials, agriculture, transport, space flight, NOTHING changes basic human nature.

You could invent a time machine, pluck Machiavelli from the past and air drop him into modern western politics and a week later he would be calling the fucking shots and defining the spin / propaganda of today… same goes for all the sycophants and hangers on.

The jaded and weak will look at all this, shake their heads, and mourn that there is no hope for humanity, and maybe we need another dinosaur killer impact.

I disagree, I see this and see instead a dynamic system, a natural system, that is evolved not only to ensure that all possible avenues are always explored and niches populated, but also a system that is by design inherently unstable and therefore subject to regular radical change, and therefore stimulus.

Of course, this is the macro view from 1,000 miles up, with a time frame where years = seconds, and in the micro view it sucks donkey balls if you are one of the individuals that gets to take it up the ass, so that some other individual has someone who they can fuck up the ass.

Given that what is good for the whole on the macro scale is of necessity bad for certain individuals within that whole on the micro / individual scale, it follows that the programming and design of each individual that makes up the whole is going to be compliant with the process.

This means that while there may be individual exceptions (which again serve the purposes of the macro) such as Michaelangelo and Tesla, on the whole the sheeple should be, well, sheeple, not cursed with the ability or disposition to think things through too much.

You see, too many individual and informed and thinking players will screw the game up as a whole, and we see this in every single area of human endeavour, artificial man made rules are put in place to ensure that the game as a whole does not suffer.

It can be a sports team, or a company making widgets, or an army, or a socio-econo-political system, always, without exception, all the individuals are penalised by rules for limiting the scope of individual informed thinking and choice.

For every Ghostrider who can actually ride like a motherfucker, there are a million like me, who are merely adequate in our ability to control our vehicles…

Just 50 Ghostriders a day using the 118 mile stretch of the M4 motorway to commute between Bristol and London would leave it looking like fucking Beirut in the 80’s, THEY would be fine and get to their destinations every day on schedule, doing the trip in 45 minutes, everyone else would be either in a pile up, or negotiating one, and the two hour nominal journey would take four or five hours, assuming you actually made it in one piece.

So we put in place rules, rules which don’t really affect the sheeple that much, maybe we are limited to 70 when our actual driving ability would top out at 90, and we simply don’t have the balls or skill to do any of the other stunts involved in sustained high speed riding, but these rules totally cripple the informed and thinking and truly able players from using their abilities.

Sometimes, when the shit hits the fan and the wheels fall off the wagon and the rules and structures disappear without a trace, sometimes, along comes someone with that exceptional ability, and suddenly you have an Audie Murphy.

Pick HIM up from the past and drop him into the 2012 US Army in afdiggastan and it is only a question of time before he gets shitcanned straight out of the stockade.

There is no room for a Wozniac or Gates in today’s IBM, any more than there was 30 years ago.

By now, my regular readers, who will know how I think, will be if not one step ahead of me but at least prepared for me to draw parallels between those who mourn the state of humanity today and consider a dino killer to be no great loss to the planet, and those who morn the state of the beta provider male and consider a total societal reset to be no great loss to the planet.

They both miss the point.

The point is that if you are an individual with the ability to inform themselves and have independent thought and reason to guide your actions, you have one of three choices;

  1. Stick your head above the parapet and get it shot off.
  2. Keep your head below the parapet and wait in hope for a SHTF moment when control ends so you can shine.
  3. Devise your own third path.

As we can see from the above observations about the Ghostrider et al, taking the third way entails the following restrictions…

  1. It is NOT an answer for the sheeple majority, it can only ever be an answer for the minority.
  2. It is only good if you studiously avoid BOTH scenarios #1 and #2 above, in EVERY aspect of your life.
  3. It is only good if you do not pine for the camaraderie of #1 above, or the glory of #2 above.

It’s a bit like the pic on the right… (from a pay per porn site teaser)

Yes, Mr Black Stud has a monster cock that is 11″ long…

Well, provided you stick the end of the tape in his asshole, if you notice that the root of the TOP of his cock is at the 4″ mark on the tape, then 11 – 4 = 7″, which ain’t bad, but it certainly ain’t huge or worthy of note.

The first way is be one of the sheeple who pays for that site, despite the fact that the promo pic is a lie, so everything else inside is gonna be a lie too.

The second way is to try to be the guy in the pic, the porn star.

The third way is to neither patronise the site with your money, nor the porn sluts with your cock, but to sign up to PoF and fuck up the ass the wives of all the guys who are taking the first way while dreaming of being the second.

While ensuring that at no point do you either find yourself sharing a parapet with types #1 and #2

August 26, 2012

Jurassic Instinct


 

Fact is, you CAN tell, but like the assholes in a horror film, you just ignore that instinctive feeling most of the time.

When you get to be a jaded pump and dump asshole like me, you don’t ignore that feeling so much as not give a shit one way or another.

That feeling being “she ain’t gonna call / don’t want to fuck me no more

It’s not rejection, it’s progress, and the secret is to make getting in the club so personally effortless that when management ask you to leave you could not care less.

Let’s face it, when you go from initial message on PoF to fucking the slut to leaving in 12 hours you haven’t lost anything of value.

So there I am, for whatever reason, watching Jurassic Park 1 last night, the power is cut, T Rex breaks through the fence, the girl turns on the torch, attracts barney the dino dildo’s  attention and starts screaming, it cuts back to the two guys in the other vehicle and I am all MSTK on that shit

Fuck em, we sit here nice and quiet while barney munches on spoilt brat

But oh no, mangina men must wescue pwincess, and of course she starts screaming again, I mean, she isn’t even old enough to fuck, just throw the bitch to the wolves and GTFO.

I dunno, take away mangina white knightism and you don’t have a film any more, a few dino’s get out, fat boy gets eaten, and the men get out unscathed.

We can say “don’t go into the haunted house asshole” and no problem, but for some reason we are not allowed to say “let the stupid bitch die” I mean WTF?

Instinct tells me to let the stupid bitch die… “what? You want me to fight a horde of dinosaurs and alien invaders, get shot to shit, and my “prize” is I get to fuck you?… well… fuck you…. cya

Instinct is RIGHT motherfucker.

I have been in and seen some weird shit, and I was always the snake eyed motherfucker who sat as still as a statue while barney the dino rogered everything that moved with his giant butt plug, and it was me the wimminz sidled up to with dripping cunts, not Bruce Willis.

Fuck, I can even remember one time a Willis character asking me to get his darling hot wife safe and outta there, cos he knew I would make it, and so did she, and let me tell you there was an entire Chekhov play in the glances that passed between all three of us, we all knew I was going to fuck all her holes, and the asshole thanks me for taking care of the love of his life….

Love, I have no fucking idea what that is, if I had to point at something and say it is love I’d have to point at what I feel for my male progeny, but there is pride and camaraderie and pack and tribe loyalty there too.

Love from a wimminz, it’s just a fucking word, it has no utility for me.

Absolute fucking worship from a wimminz, yeah, that I have some use for, and again the Willis character was not worshipped either by the wife character in the films or the daughter character.

While AWALT, finding a wimminz who will worship the ground you walk on is doable, you just gotta watch real close for that worship to start waning, which it will do the instant you stop saying “lick my ring clean bitch” and start acting like Willis or asking some asshole like me to save a ho from barney the butt plug dino…

As we head into more troubled waters socio-econo-politically, you might want to consider starting work now on your casting couch characterisation of yourself, you wanna be Willis, or you wanna be that ends the film (or rather your participation in it) act 1 scene 1 by saying “fuckem” and letting barney do what ever he likes with his butt plug to every single attention whore that skweems her widdle pwincess skweem and points a torch at him, and every niggerz that leaps to her defence.

Maybe it’s time to let the old reptilian hind brain out to play now and again

 

 

August 23, 2012

Main screen turn on


So there I was, walking out of the motor factors with two 1 litre bottles of ATF, I open the bonnet/hood of my motor and pop the filler cap off the rocker box and start pouring one of the bottles of ATF in.

This main dealer mechanic comes charging out, “Stop, what do you think you’re doing!!!

I look at him, smile, pop the top off the other litre of ATF, walk around to the fuel filler cap, open it and tip the ATF in.

The main dealer mechanic is staring at me, jaw hanging down, shaking his head in disbelief.

I close the filler cap, pop the cap back on the rocker box, close the bonnet / hood and look at him and say “Maybe you don’t know half as much about oils and diesel engines as you think you do.

Get in the car, light my cigar, notice I have some ATF on my fingers which has smeared on the outside of the cigar, boy, this one is gonna have some REAL flavour, and start grinning insanely at the mechanic, who is still stood there, totally lost for words.

For those of you who don’t know, ATF (automatic transmission fluid) is basically hydraulic oil, e.g. very thin lube oil, with a red colourant and LOTS of detergent.

Putting a litre in the lube oil 500 miles before an oil change leaves the inside of the engine shiny new, and putting a litre in the fuel tank cleans out the injection pump and injectors a treat, all of the above totally safely.

Shades of the dog on the right, maybe he has his reasons for barking at mexicans, maybe he isn’t as stupid as his human thinks….

This is the sort of thing you can find in all areas of human endeavour, and that of course included fucking and sex.

Let’s take yesterday, AM a chick messages me on PoF saying she digs my profile, we chat back and forth and agree to meet that evening for a coffee, by which time she is already admitting that her panties are soaking wet, so we meet at the cafe, have a coffee, and retire to her place for some pump and dump.

Thing is, ___I___ knew it would be pump and dump, partially because she is one of those who claims that all men have always lied to her (projection) and partially because she is saying she wants a relationship (yeah, with a well hung 21 year old billionaire) partially because she ain’t worth more than one fuck, and partially because I could read her nature like a child’s book.

She, however, did not come to the conclusion that it would be pump and dump until the end of the evening, and she did not have to sand to tell me until this morning.

You see the parallels here, maybe if she knew half as much about men / wimminz / ralationshits as she thought she did…

That failing did not just mean that she got the picture 24 hours after I did, it didn’t even just mean she got the picture after the pump and dump, it meant she made the choice to fuck me BEFORE she got the picture.

I fuck mexicans…. sez the dog… woof woof….

August 21, 2012

Unfuckability


 

You’ll read about lots of guys who get depressed with dating sites, how the wimminz string you along, how the wimminz all think they are a 10, how the wimminz….. you get the idea.

I’ve even read about guys who put up fake wimminz profiles to “prove” that wimminz have to do nothing to get 14 million replies.

Thing is, wimminz are like chemical ali, they will happily deny shit way past the very end of things, and never ever ever admit it, not even to themselves.

So what the fuck is the truth?

Now, I have been hitting PoF hard for two to three years now, and frankly 2 years isn’t enough time to make much difference in any individual wimminz looks, fuckability or SMV (sexual market value)… it’s not like any of these wimminz were beautiful 18 year old virgins to start with…

IN my region, this means there are lots of wimminz who have been on PoF the same amount of time, either solidly or swinging in and out like a pendulum, you get to recognise faces, profiles and even writing styles, in the case of those repeat new profile pendulum types.

It’s a meat marketplace and you get to recognise many of the other regular attendees.

So, given that MY status on PoF hasn’t changed much in the past 2/3 years, how about the wimminz, because according to the common knowledge they are all in denial, which they get away with because they are constantly bombarded with interest from thousands of niggerz, so they won’t have changed much either.

Right?

Right??

Wrong.

I could sit down here with you and show you wimminz after wimminz that I met and fucked off PoF, thanks to Google and the cloud, and the trends and facts are absolutely indisputable.

When I first met and fucked them their PoF profile said they were looking for long term, or dating, or friends, and even those three categories are a progression, in that order, downwards… can’t tell you how many profiles I have seen that say “long term” so I send a quick message saying “FWB?” and 50% of the time I get a reply saying “yeah why not

But now it has gotten to the point where almost every page of results for “intimate encounter” contains one wimminz that I have fucked, back when she was looking for long term, and then dating, and then friends… as her SMV declined.

Their looks haven’t changed, because the psycho skank ho’s are using the same fucking profile pics and profiles as they were using two years ago.. you know, they can only access PoF via their smart-phone, but they have no way to take an up to date pic…. lol

So with the influx of downgraded “long term” relationship seekers to “intimate encounter” section, who come in along with their profile and profile photos, a funny thing happens, all the no public photo profiles on intimate encounter start sprouting photos to keep up.

Some of these are frankly fucking hideous, you’d almost think they profiles were made by a bunch of drunken MRA’s having a fucking laugh, first, we kidnap an orang utan, then we shave the fucker, then we dress it in walmart clothing and take a pic and use that for the profile photo….

Some of them are not bad looking early twenties whores, will fuck for cash.

But the rest of them are, you guessed it, wimminz who fell off the radar in the long term, dating and friends categories, went away, and came back with a new profile looking for intimate encounters, and then thanks to the influx mentioned previously start getting zero actions, so they have to out themselves with a public profile pic, and it is aha, it’s YOU, I remember you on here before….

So, if all the statements about how easy wimminz have it on dating sites are TRUE, how do you explain this race to the bottom, public profile pic, intimate encounter section, from wimminz who were looking for long term only with a list of other entitlements only a year or two ago?

Simply, you cannot, ergo the statements about how easy wimminz have it on dating sites ARE NOT TRUE, like chemical ali, the wimminz will never admit this… those that do realise this simply delete their PoF profile and stay at home with their cats.

You guys have to realise one thing, every wimminz out there who is the wrong side of 30, and most of the rest, send you a pic privately or via MMS, and they are expecting you to send a compliment back, ooh sexy baby, when you DON’T, because lets face it that shit is reserved for the teen flesh that ain’t ridden the cock carousel to the horizon and back, they fucking flake and drop out and seek another man who will pay them a compliment.

And then the shoe drops, I wasn’t the first fucker they tried, so lots of other guys out there seeing mutton dressed up as lamb and telling it like it is, and then the other shoe drops, the only guys giving any compliments at all are those saying “I’d love to fuck that” and that is all they are after, pump and dump.

Wimminz do projections, we all know this, so when they accuse guys of only wanting to pump and dump, it is projection…. but if you give a dog a bad name… so nowadays guys are saying fuck it, and only wanting pump and dump.

I have lost track of the sheer numbers of wimminz, basically >95% of them, whose first five messages include some comment to the effect that they are expecting me to be like all the other men on PoF, either only after pump and dump, or won’t even show up at a date.

When I say yeah, Mr Pump and Dump here, they are relieved, and often thank me for not being abusive, or insulting, or calling them names.

It doesn’t matter if they are 21 or 51, and I have done that range on PoF, the universal truth for all wimminz on all dating sites is the one thing that actually scares the living shit out of them, and which they will instinctively run away from, and that is anything that threatens to force them to confront their REAL SMV, which is approaching zero….. unfuckable… unless you ice the cake by saying no commitments no rules and I will be your dirty slut for the night and do anything you ask.

The Spearhead et al have it all wrong, wimminz are NOT reading 50 shades because they hope to find a young buck with a huge cock and a billion in the bank to waft them away in a learjet.

Wimminz be reading 50 shades because it is “How to get laid in 2012 for dummies and skanks

This is the shit you have to offer all men, in order to raise your SMV above zero… unfortunately being herd creatures all the other wimminz be reading it too… ain’t competition wunnerful…. lol

Apropos of nothing

Yesterday I was talking to a deadbeat dad, we got around to talking about what we do with our time, he leaned towards me and confided, that for 30 minutes a day he logs on to OKCupid, he isn’t after a wimminz or a penfriend or anything else, all he does for 30 minutes every day it sit there at the ratings page rating every single wimminz as 1 star, click, click, click, not even looking at the fucking profiles or pictures.

Meanwhile my long term FWB #1 is also seeing the writing on the wall for wimminz, joking with me about the floosies and hussies I am probably fucking when she ain’t here, and protesting undying love for me and the ground my cum drips upon.

And a whole new clutch of wimminz in my area join PoF, as they find that the traditional venues, real life bars and clubs, are turning into stony ground when it comes to finding some decent quality cock…. like Cheech & Chong said, Things Are Tough All Over.

 

August 20, 2012

I believe I can fly


When I was a small boy, I had all sorts of dreams and fantasies, X-ray vision, the ability to fly/levitate, being bulletproof, aliens coming down and recognizing that I was the smartest being on the planet and making me immortal and giving me a space station and a space battle fleet and a million robot army, building a super duper race car and entering and winning a world championship race, (dating myself here) being an engine driver for a steam locomotive, being a pilot…. you get the picture.

Of course, I was never in the slightest doubt that these were all pure fantasies, with zero possibility of ever happening, not a vanishingly small lottery jackpot winning possibility, but a zero possibility.

Now many years have passed, indeed, decades, and I could say the exact same things about any dreams of falling in love, being in love, the wimminz of my dreams, and all that crap.

Sure, I remember well the feeling of falling in love, and being in love, and it was fucking fabulous, but sooner or later it turns to shit and the pain that follows undoes all the good.

It’s a bit like the old joke about a guy fucking a wasps nest, afterwards, doesn’t matter what the hole was, the guy would poke it with a stick for a bit to see if any wasps flew out, before he got his cock out.

I will believe in the tooth fairly, santa fucking claus, and lucky rabbits paws, long, long, long before I will ever believe in love or NAWALT again, like santa and the tooth fairly, I grew out of them.

My birthday rolls around every year, as does Christmas, I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give anyone else presents, (not even allowed to give my kids any… lol) and I don’t want any myself, it means nothing to me, what does mean something is your company, hang out for an hour or five, that I appreciate.

Which makes me a motherfucker as far as toys-r-us are concerned, no belief in santa, and no access to anyone I give a shit about who does believe in santa, means toys-r-us can’t sell me a damn thing, at any fucking price, not interested.

You see the analogy between not believing in santa and toys-r-us never making a sale, and not believing in love / NAWALT and nobody pushing relationshits / marriage / respect for wimminz  all that crap meaning the wimminz never make a sale…

Beliefs and dreams are fairly easy to kill, and damn near impossible to re-install in a person.

The reason for this is that LOSING a belief or dream puts you waaay to hell and gone beyond the null point, which is having an open mind, neither believing nor disbelieving, losing a dream or belief means you will never ever buy that shit again, even if it is real.

Killer Klowns from Outer Space, I shoulda payed more attention to that film, and played it more often, it may just be correlation but every wimminz I have watched it with who was a psycho skank ho fucking hated it with a vengeance…. scared shitless of clowns… angered beyond belief that ___I___ found it fucking funny.

When the wimminz didn’t, there were shades of the disappointment a small kid feels when they know the grown ups aren’t really excited to see santa, they are just pretending…

That’s what all those dreams are, at heart, the illusion of being a part of something much bigger than ourselves, and that is what growing up is all about, the realisation is that there is no part of something, beyond a one way street from you to it illusion, part of the Army while you have something to give to it… part of a marriage while you have something to give to it…

In reality you are all alone, we all are.

I can’t feel your pain, or feel it for you, if I have been through the same shit, then maybe I can empathise and relate, but your hurting you do alone, and your overcoming it, or no, you also do alone.

Back when I was a dreamer, a believer, I might try and take that burden from you, hey baby, not to worry your car is fucked, you take mine, I will fix yours…

Now it’s “get that piece of shit towed and outta the highway.”

Now it’s “well you better get a taxi or bus to my place so you can suck my cock, or I’ll get some other slut.

Now it’s “what’s that, YOUR dreams and beliefs are going up in smoke, who gives a shit

Now I am all growed up I believe in my own personal experience and shit that I can t0uch and feel, and nothing else.

I’m a bit like the guy who fucked the wasps nest that one time, now I am gonna check first, every time, and if you don’t want me to check, that’s fine with me, I’ll just assume your cunt is full of wasps, and pass.

Some wimminz have looked at me, nodded in apparent solidarity and understanding, and talked about False Rape Accusations and the boy who cried wolf… I tell them, no, you still don’t fucking get it.

I don’t just disbelieve EVERY rape claim I hear automatically, but *perhaps* not those where the chick is on life support, I don’t actually give a flying fuck, even about the chick on life support.

NOT

MY

FUCKING

PROBLEM

You see I have lost the ability to believe that me giving a shit about anything to do with a wimminz or niggerz is ever going to be anything except a one way street.

That is a non-motherfucking-reversible, permanent, and profound change.

Wimminz and niggerz, like toys-r-us accountants, couldn’t give a fuck, after all, I am just one customer, and as P T Barnum said, there will be another sucker along any moment.

Until it stops… and between 30 and 50 thousand other fuckers are reading this shit every day, and this place is just one tiny pimple on the ass end of the MRA world.

You wimminz and niggerz, you have sweet fuck all to double down on with me, and my brothers, you are as dead to us as our childish dreams of X ray vision, flying cars, and NAWALT.

August 18, 2012

Ode to Nikola


no, not some skank ho slut, but Tesla

I very, very, very rarely meet anyone who actually understands what Tesla was all about, people just regurgitate the usual shit “point the phasers at the dilithium crystals and get a free earthquake machine and wireless power transmission”

Of course this isn’t helped by gross and criminal mis-characterisations of Tesla and his work, such as those of the 2006 film The Prestige

At the heart of Tesla was a quest for harmonics and frequencies and tuning, this is the foundation of 99% of his work, and lest you suffer from the impression that this is all well and good but Tesla coils are old hat now, consider that CURRENT experiments on Quantum data transmission are nothing more than a quest for harmonics and tuning, so that changes made to A are reflected in the state of B.

Of course Tesla was an engineer, and engineer’s have never been understood by the masses, a state of affairs not helped by world & dog taking mundane repetitive by the numbers tasks and then calling those who perform those tasks engineers… so we live in a world where a vending machine engineer can’t fix a loose tappet, and a software engineer can’t cut a thread, but they are all engineers.. m’kay..

Bill Lear was a fan of Tesla, you’ve probably never heard of Bill Lear, but he invented the 8 track cartridge, founded Motorola, and later started LearJet.

I have a book on my shelf here from 1913, just before the first “Big one”, The Cyclecar Manual, the section on magneto’s is of course a homage to the work of Tesla, but the book as a whole does a better job of explaining the workings over every car parked outside on my street today than anything currently in print or available online, for free or paid.

To a book collector it is worthless, 2nd edition, well used dog eared and coming apart at the seams (again, now if you google that phrase it will talk about clothes, not aviation, where it originated) but show it to any kind of real engineer and they go all Gollum, my precious… sorry, it was my grandads, not for sale at any price.

Those of you reading this blog, because of the main subject, wimminz, are probably aware of the huge chasm between what wimminz are allegedly like, and what wimminz are really like, but if you imagine a Google Earth view showing that vast and apparently bottomless chasm, then just pull back and gain altitude, and you will find it is actually no more than a rather small crease in a blasted and torn surface that is everyday human ignorance of the science and technology and nature FACT about the world in which we live.

You simple cannot fix the small crease that is feminazism without first addressing and either filling or bridging many of the genuinely huge chasms surrounding us WRT human ignorance.

I once again quote the late Carl Sagan (<– keyword searches on this blog are always good)

We’ve arranged a soci­ety based on sci­ence and tech­no­logy, in which nobody under­stands any­thing about sci­ence and tech­no­logy.
And this com­bust­ible mix­ture of ignor­ance and power, sooner or later, is going to blow up in our faces.
I mean, who is run­ning the sci­ence and tech­no­logy in a demo­cracy if the people don’t know any­thing about it?

… and observe yet again that the vast and profound implications of this statement alone are impenetrable to those who know nothing of basic science and technology.

Where ignorance = lack of knowledge and stupidity = refusal to accept knowledge, 99.99% of you are either too ignorant or too stupid to grasp the profound implications of Sagan’s words, at least those of you who are merely ignorant can be cured, those of you who are stupid can never be cured, you’d rather watch crap like The Prestige and call it “entertainment”

If you think that those who are running the western world are merely ignorant and not stupid, then you are either ignorant or stupid about their true nature.

For all their supposed ills, China was basically run by engineers, but the up and coming set are economists, only an engineer could have come up with one child per family and forced sterilization of wimminz who refused to obey…. and I don’t say that in a negative way about engineers…

Engineers are always the refuge of last resort for everyone else, when the ship is sinking due to overpopulation, lack of maintenance and everyone being on the entertainments and wimminz rights committees, they turn to the engineers for answers, and for no reason other than the fact that turning to the engineers is always the last resort in extremis, the solutions the engineers come up with are always very very tough.

Engineers do not relish tasks like “How do we control population explosion?” or “How do we dispose of a million Jews without poisoning the land or causing a plague?” or “How do we dispose of 8 millions human’s worth of crap per day, assuming each human produces 1 oz of crap per 12 lb of body weight per day?”

Engineers would much rather be working on flying cars, fusion power plants, moonbases, maglev trains, beanstalks and the like… but that is all actively economically discouraged.

Bill Lear would have been fucked if he lived in my city in 2012 as a young man, my nearest non ferrous metals suppliers are 45 miles away for aluminium alloys and 75 miles for copper alloys, and this is a fucking city, regional capital and MAJOR science and tech university centre, can’t do experiments if you can’t get any raw hardware…. so no Motorola and no LearJet.

That’s one thing we do not chart and track and count, the number of engineers that we are NOT creating every year.

Back in the 1980’s you could have talked to a German “mechanic” and he would invariably have been absolutely fucking stunned that his allegedly equivalent English “mechanic” had never even seen a lathe, much less able to use a simple 3 jaw chuck lathe to dress up a shaft ready for re-assembly.

The English “mechanic” could open packets and replace entire assemblies or parts, no “fitting” skills of any kind whatsoever, and everyone sat around wondering why the Germans had such a good name in engineering….

If you reading this are less than 50 you probably won’t even know what the fuck I am talking about when I say “mechanic” and “fitter”, after all, everyone today is an engineer or technician of some sort, nail technician, hair technician, cosmetics engineer…..

Google won’t tell you… you’ll get links to things like the Cambridge online dictionary that says “someone whose job is to repair or put together equipment or machines”

which is a bit like saying a surgeon is someone whose job is to make sick people better… shit that sounds easy-peasy, *I* could do that, hear me roar…

As a wimminz said to me not 5 minutes ago;

Can you not talk to me like I’m stupid

My reply;

Sure, as soon as you stop being stupid

Nota Bene – see above, stupid, not ignorant.

August 17, 2012

Desafio Total (2012)


So, the rework of Total Recall….

It’s closer to the book than the schwarts version, much more blade runner esque, but as usual fucked up beyond all credibility because Hausers’ “wife” is a hot skinny chick who can kick any ten men’s asses, and his girlfriend is also a hot skinny chick who can kick any ten men’s asses.

Both versions of course missed the point of the book, which was what happens when you get to re-write memory at will, which is re-writing history at will, and what you get is chaos.

Re-writing history at will is of course the stock in trade of wimminz and their niggerz in the secret family courts etc, it’s also the stock in trade of every wimminz you meet… threesomes / foursomes / moresomes all get written out.

Hauser’s actions were such that in reality there was not one single person that he did not at some point betray, in some version of his own personal history, but then again Dick’s main characters were always wimminz or niggerz deep down, just like Heinlein’s, they both worshipped the cunt way too much to be objective or realistic.

Very very very fucking rarely you will meet a wimminz who is wise to this, who knows that her personal history is a fucking mess, and who also knows that lying about it is instant death to any future relationshit, nevertheless, they want to have the small house in the country with the white picket fence and kids and loyal loving husband, and I tell them, yeah, but you’re damaged and well used goods, being honest about that is laudable and exceptional, but you’re still damaged and well used goods, and no man is going to want that.

My dad used to say that Roy Rogers never kissed a wimminz on screen, now, old Roy wasn’t the best actor in the world, and the plotlines weren’t that great, hell they were musicals, but at least he never had to cross the uncanny valley and kiss a wimminz on screen and totally screw up the image he was portraying.

Roy was also of course a singer and a horseman, and amongst other things he could handle a horse and often appeared with Trigger and little Trigger, but it was his lyrics that were remembered the most by dad and his friends, long after they had walked out of the cinema, and don’t forget, these were young men who had already lived through WW2

A four legged friend, a four legged friend
He’ll never let you down
He’s honest and faithful right up to the end
That wonderful one-two-three-four legged friend

A woman’s like cactus and cactus can hurt
‘Cause she’s just a tight-waisted winky-eyed flirt
She’ll soon have your land and your pride and your gold
And bury you deep long before you grow old

A four legged friend, a four legged friend
He’ll never let you down
He’s honest and faithful right up to the end
That wonderful one-two-three-four legged friend

A two legged hombre is worthless as sand
He’ll smile like a saint with a gun in his hand
He’ll promise to stick by your side like a pal
But he’ll also promise the same to your gal

A four legged friend, a four legged friend
He’ll never let you down
He’s honest and faithful right up to the end
That wonderful one-two-three-four legged friend

Who carries your burden, who carries your load
On tumbleweed land or a long dusty road
Who asks you no questions, who tells you no lies
That four legged friend with the two honest eyes

A four legged friend, a four legged friend
He’ll never let you down
He’s honest and faithful right up to the end
That wonderful four legged friend

That wonderful one-two-three-four legged friend

Horses or dogs, guess they both qualify, but in Roy’s day niggerz were hombres, but wimminz were indeed like cactus.

Back in 1952 it wasn’t the golden days for men, it was 35 years after the white feather campaigns and all that good stuff, sure, the contraceptive pill wasn’t out yet, but don’t let that fool you, everyone fucked around plenty… don’t forget nobody ever heard of DNA then….

What they didn’t have back then was the State paying single mommies to be single mommies, and putting them at the head of the social housing queue just because they were single mommies, and rewarding them for also making false accusations of DV to get the house/kids/alimony (there were plenty FRA’s though) and the beat goes on.

Nor did they have skinny sexy babes who could kick any ten men’s asses…. in a more realistic cinematic world when you came across a wimminz who could do one manly thing as well as a man, she was invariably non feminine and non sexy as a consequence…

Course, back in ole Roy’s day, lots of other things were more realistic on screen too, one bullet either killed you or took you out of the actions, as did one good fall or accident…. 100% of the male audience over 6 just lived through a fucking war… Bruce Willis would have amounted to a spitoon boy at best.

Fact is, what the SF writers were really writing about is a guvvmint or corporation or bank can’t start a war in a country full of men who came back from a fucking war less than a decade ago, that shit is all too fresh and too raw.

No, to start a war you need a citizenry that is pussified and coddled and divorced from reality, where characters like Bruce Willis are as hard as they come, and bullet hits only slow you down for a few minutes.

No realistic movies like Ice Cold in Alex, where getting food water and shelter sufficient to survive is half the battle, because the pussified and coddled and divorced from reality generations find that more improbable than Bruce Willis superhuman stamina and regenerative abilities.

So the Titanic is no longer about arctic ocean survivability, or lack thereof, and how quickly modern technology is anulled, totally… oh no, now it is a fucking rom-com.

My grandfather ran away to sea as a boy in WW1 and served in the Battle of Jutland, then in WW2 he served on the Murmansk convoys and got three separate ships torpedoed out from under him…. all in arctic waters.

You think he would have paid any attention to some skank ho in a family court demanding everything because she claimed she was in fear or her life from her violent nasty husband, who doesn’t actually have any record of violence…. he would have leant forwards, said “In fear of your life huh…” and laughed real hard.

When I was a boy I grew up in a world that still had destroyed buildings and empty lots from german bombs, and every man you met from the shopkeeper to your teacher, and ESPECIALLY all the cops, were veterans, all of whom would also have laughed at the notion of the wimminz being in fear of her life…. and gone very quiet and grim at the notion of what our so called leaders are doing today with econo-geo-politics…..  “Playing with fucking fire

Today, we don’t even have any new stories, all we have are sad remakes of stories that were told, without exception, originally, by people who lived through the last big one, and these stories are without exception so far devoid from reality that they make north korean propaganda films look like incisive scientific documentaries.

We live in a world where we don’t need aliens in spaceships or foreigners in tanks who hate us to invade, we live in a world where >50% of the population is already filled to overflowing with self loathing and hate, in an orgy of self consummation it is directed at ourselves, our men, our fathers, our sons, and indeed all the works of men, all the technological goals.

What could possibly go wrong?

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