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June 16, 2012

How to spot the niggerz

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 1:13 pm

For those of you new to this blog, “niggerz” is the term I use to refer to men of all colours and beliefs who still believe NAWALT and support / pedestalise some wimminz….Prometheus, by Gustave Moreau, tortured on Mou...

I spent yesterday in the company of two younger lads, and a guy my age in his fifties.

Doesn’t matter where we were or what we were doing, what matters is the discussions that took place, and when I woke up this morning it became clear to me, in the sense that I had a simple, sort, easy to understand and get phrase that answered the question of how to spot the niggerz.

They run off at the fucking mouth.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I can talk BOTH hind legs off a donkey, but if you tape it and play it back you’ll see that 99% of what I say is in response to things the donkey has said to me, and while much of it may be bollocks, it is HUMOROUS bollocks, e.g. quite clearly all said in fun.

Whereas yesterday, it was just complete fucking bollocks coming from the niggerz, and the thing is, he was quite clearly trying to impress the younger guys with his “experience” and “intellect”.. which is a hard trick to pull off when you forget (because he, in the shape of me, is sitting quietly and listening to your bollocks) that sat in the same room is a guy who is basically the same age as you, but who has also done professionally many of the things you are talking complete bollocks about.

It is harder when you realise that the younger guys are just being polite to the niggerz, and don’t actually buy ANY of his bollocks, so when I chuck in the odd random comment like “The police are not your friends” and “Marriage is for idiots” (The niggerz in question has just got married, for the fourth time) the two younger guys nod vigorously, and the NAWALT niggerz older guy goes quiet for a few seconds, while he dredges up some now avenue for the conversation that will allow him to continue to impress the two younger guys.

Basically he may have had a cock, but he ACTED AND TALKED LIKE A FUCKING WIMMINZ.

He ran off at the fucking mouth.

In short, he was seeking confirmation and approval of his belief systems and choices and attitudes, exactly like a wimminz, and he took the young guys silence as approval to continue, just like a wimminz, and he has no clue they actually have no respect for him, just like a wimminz.

He of course was not a party to the brief conversations myself and the young lads had throughout the day during periods of his absence, in which we discussed shit like video games, movies, and general crap, and we did not discuss in any way, shape or form, the things __I__ have done in my life.

Nor was it lost on the young lads, who followed his “lead” during the day, that throughout the day it was me, the relatively quiet one, who got shit done, every time they finished a task they turned around to discover that I was chilling, having already finished it, and then having to tell them how to ACTUALLY complete the task and get the paperwork done.

One of these quiet conversations without the niggerz present was on movies, and I mentioned that I had just watched Prometheus (downloaded a telesync, it’s not out here yet) and so they asked what I thought of it.

I said it didn’t impress me, the earlier films were far better, this film revolved around two strong empowered wimminz, all the men were fucking useless, and the alien pre-human engineer giants, who were the baddies, were entirely male crewed spaceships, and while the SFX were very good, they added NOTHING to the story line.

I said specifically that there was a total lack of the sort of suspense seen in the early alien films, only the dweeb men get orally raped by the monsters (the strong empowered wimminz lead gives herself an abortion, hear me roar, and she wasn’t orally raped, but fucked by her dweeb boyfriend, who had already been infected by the android, who, being a male android, was also a baddie) and there was also a total lack of any kind of real plot or storyline.

I said they would be far better to spend their time watching a film called Kick Ass, to which they both nodded, seen it, great film.

Modern youth is characterised as being “sullen” and quiet and introverted and only able to relate to their video games, but the fact is as yesterday showed, modern youth are at most polite when letting older niggerz run off at the mouth, and very very very reserved when expected to participate in these sorts of social interactions, because they know that they do not fit in, BY CHOICE.

Get away from all that shit and actually try to relate to them on their terms, forget all the bad boy tattoos and piercings and hoodies and attitude, and suddenly you find that they are just as smart as I was at their age, QUITE aware on EVERY level that nothing in modern society is designed with their welfare in mind, and quite able to discuss and argue vague and complex matters with clear logic.

When I said Prometheus was ruined by the two strong empowered female lead characters, their faces both fell, they did not need to actually say “Awww shit, not AGAIN!” because it was so clearly written on their faces. So they are going to watch Prometheus, but do it the right way;

  1. Download a free warezed copy, thus depriving everyone involved of any revenue.
  2. Invite a bunch of lads around with some beers and eats.
  3. Do a real life “Mystery Theater” where they take the piss and don’t really watch it.

…and as a result they will have a great time… instead of paying 20 quid a head to spend 90 minutes of their lives being indoctrinated with yet more feminazi bullshit.

Which brings us to the end of that 12 hour working day, and as the quiet man (me) is about to drive off they two young lads say goodbye, in a sort of “I see you” equal respectful way, nods at the older niggerz just starting out on his 4th marriage, and makes some snide remark about going home to the big woman.

So I think what the fuck, and say “You know what cunt is nowadays?”

And they just look at me and say “You tell me”

So I say “You aren’t going to pay to watch Prometheus, you aren’t going to pay to download some music to your phone, you aren’t going to pay, you are just going to take, because you don’t want to give your money to support these people, you will take it for free, or go without, because you will not pay one cent for any of it, that is what warez is….. true?”

They both make that mmm, grant you that, shape with their mouths and nod.

So I say “Same with cunt, cunt in 2012 is warez, only assholes pay for it” and nod towards 4th marriage niggerz, and they both laugh, catch you later bro, they say, and I drive off.

So, they way to spot niggerz isn’t so much that they run off at the mouth, though that CAN be a good indicator, but the sure fire 100% guaron-fucking-teed way to spot a niggerz is that they think cunt is NOT warez.

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June 10, 2012

If I had a rocket

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 2:16 pm

Bit of a mixture today, some anecdotal stuff.

While I am still “off” PoF as far as pump and dump is concerned, I am still watching, and seeing ever more re-written profiles, and ever more wimminz who started out looking for “long term” that graduated through” dating” to now being in the “intimate encounter” section.

I am also seeing the younger wimminz (e.g. below 30) starting to abandon PoF in droves, I know  a couple of these and discussed it with them, and the bottom line is they just ain’t feeling the love, pump and dump cum-buckets is the only thing the guys on PoF are interested in apparently… this conversation turned anecdotal when I mentioned a 27 year old wimminz on PoF, not bad looking, who basically offered me any kind of sex I wanted, but I turned her down, mainly because she was 30 minutes drive away and frankly I couldn’t be assed, what with her being a single mum and guaranteed to have a messy home (she admitted this) etc, even if she was gagging to do the lambada on my cock.

The two young wimminz I related this anecdote to (remember I am in my 50’s) were, to put it bluntly, fucking aghast, especially as I have done one of them in the past so they know it ain’t a case of me not knowing how to fuck or being able to.

“So if she was in town, 5 minutes away by car, you’d have gone over and fucked?”

“Yup”

“But because she was outta town, 30 minutes drive away, you didn’t!!??”

“Yup”

“So what would it have taken to make you drive that extra 25 minutes?”

“Well if she was a solid 9, no kids, 20, I guess I would have had to go over and corrupt her.” said with shit eating grin.

Remember both these chicks are mid to late twenties, and both have kids at home being babysat by their mums…  and I just reduced THEIR Sexual Market Value to about 10 minutes driving.

Let me tell you all something, if you REALLY watch these wimminz and pay attention and SEE, you will notice something.

Asking / expecting these wimminz to come to terms with the decimation of their SMV is really, really, really close to watching a gambling addict realising they are broke and have no credit at the bookies.

So some time later I am sat with a different crowd of people I know, and this crowd is different because it is mainly male, and most of the guys are one form of engineer or another, and for some reason fukushima comes up, and the subject of fallout.

So, I throw in one of my little true questions.

“How many atom bomb explosions have there been?”

This is an interesting question, because everyone says two (Hiroshima and Nagasaki) then pauses and adds a third, Los Alamos, a very very few will then add “a few more, Bikini Atoll tests etc”

All will also say that the USA and USSR have enough nukes to wipe out all life on earth many times over, and by now the wimminz in the group are getting very animated and anti nuke.

So I say, “Between 1945 and 1998, the tests and other bomb detonations THAT WE KNOW ABOUT total just under two thousand one hundred atomic explosions, this being a mixture of atomic fission bombs and thermonuclear fusion bombs”

Without exception, I am met with a few moments of stunned silence, and then total and utter disbelief.

I can always settle this, just bet me everything you own, literally, and I will point you to several indisputable official sources where you can document that I am correct.

At which point the horror really sets in, and the mother earth anti nuke wimminz and their niggers start planning to join the green party etc.

So I drop this little thought.

Since we have detonated 2000+ nuclear WEAPONS on the surface of our planet in LESS THAN FIFTY YEARS, and we are all still here, maybe you better get it through your heads that we cannot nuke ourselves into extinction… sure, we can kill millions and utterly destroy economies, societies and nations, but we did that in the last war with nothing much more than small arms and incendiary bombs.

Without exception, at this point the group splits into two, one is all male, and all engineers of some sort, the other group is everyone else, all the wimminz, and all the wimminz engineers.

I then point THIS fact out, and say that THIS is the most interesting and influential and important factor, because only the purely practical engineering male mind can build, or rebuild, yes, the purely practical male engineering mind can also destroy, but everyone else are just cyphers, they don’t really change the outcomes, except they make the practical male engineering types less incentivised to do any of the building or maintenance or rebuilding.

Usually at this point these groups break up, and I get accused of being a downer… lol

This time, because the European economy was on the agenda too, it didn’t, and tellingly it was one of the mother earth wimminz who asked the next poignant question….

My answer as near as I can recall was this;

“Say the shit starts to hit the fan right now, someone gets a newsflash on their smartphone, and say we are now sat in Greece or Spain, with me so far?”

everyone nods

“What I can do is get up, announce that I am going for a piss, go outside, get in my car, fill the tank with diesel, drive straight to a ferry, hit France, and 24 hours later I am in Greece or Spain or wherever it is I have bugged out to….”

They struggle for a while with the concept of literally just walking away from my scented candles, barry manilow records, rabbit vibes and louboutins, while it dawns that none of those things mean shit when the SHTF anyway.

What will you take with you, I am asked… I raise my eyebrows and point at myself.

What about gold and stuff, how are you gonna carry your wealth, how will you live, I am asked.

I point out that you cannot eat gold, only get killed for it, and my most valuable assets BY A FUCKING MILLION MILES are my own skills, my minimal needs, and my extreme flexibility.

So the earth mother wimminz speaks up again, you’d go in your car I assume, I say yeah, given a choice it offers more options than my bikes, given an hour I can throw all my digital assets in it, and a reasonable selection of tools, and it provides shelter from the elements as well as transport.

So, she says, if you are going in a car, you could take someone else with you.

Yeah, but it wouldn’t be a wimminz, doesn’t matter where I am going, there will be plenty of cunt there, and they will have seen the writing on the wall because of whatever is going down where I just left, so IF I fucking took someone it would be someone I could rely on, someone who would watch my back.

and again I witnessed a wimminz who was confronted with her SMV being zero.

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THIS IS WHERE IT GOT REALLY, REALLY INTERESTING
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Remember this is a group of people sat around in a social situation, many simultaneous conversations are going on about the subject in question.

So someone raised the subject of Gold again, and earth momma says “Yeah” because remember seeing her SMV as being zero is like the gambler looking for a line of credit, they will get on board ANY deal going.

What you fuckers do not realise, if your asset is Gold or cunt, it can be TAKEN from you, easily, but if you are trying to TRADE it with me in exchange for something YOU want, eg a fucking ride out of here to Greece or Spain RIGHT FUCKING NOW, or food and potable water along the way, or whatever, you have no way of FORCING that deal on me, on YOUR terms.

Your gold, or your cunt, is only worth what value ___I___ place on it, this is known as being “Marked to Market” I tell them.

Not willing to swallow this red pill, both earth momma and the niggerz start in on the shaming, “But what about your kids??? You just going to abandon them!”

Well, there are two answers to that, one is that the very reason for me bugging out means that if I stay I get rendered powerless and UNABLE to help them in any way, the other is an answer you are probably more likely to accept… that answer is “fuck em” as in “look after number one” as in “I’m alright Jack”

Earth momma is shaking her head in disbelief, and says she can’t believe my attitude, how can any man get so callous.

I smile sweetly, gesture with the nearly empty glass at the second group, e.g. all the non practical, non engineering, non males in the group, and say “Remember what I said a few minutes ago about being de-incentivised???”

Earth momma looks me straight in the eyes and say “What have I done for you lately”

I look straight back at her and say “Bingo!”

Earth momma nods, of course she gets it, this is EXACTLY how wimminz operate, who cares what you have done for them in the past, what have you done LATELY?

But, she is still the broke gambling addict looking for a line of credit, she isn’t prepared to work on the problem, she didn’t offer to refill my glass, do the lambada on my cock, or put diesel in my tank, she is still in denial, still playing “Can’t happen here”.

I spent the rest of the evening with the practical, male, engineering types, who did refill my glass, and made comments like “You know, now I am starting to see why you never buy any cars or bikes with electronics or computers under the hood, why you won’t have anything but pushrod engines or camchain (not cambelt) engines, why you won’t have anything highly tuned or fussy, why you like buck knives, zippos, quality old tools.”

Because I can DEPEND on the bastards.

To me, this is a thing of pleasure during fat times, but necessity when TSHTF.

If you can only ever carry one general purpose knife, make it a Buck.

If you can only ever carry one fire maker, make it a Zippo.

If you can only ever carry one bug out partner, make it a practical engineering type with a cock.

June 2, 2012

Feral skank ho mommies = feral young boys

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 1:20 pm

You know the story, you plot a few points on a graph, so what is left for the future? You just extrapolate.

Up until my 20’s my sexual history in terms of numbers of partners was very low, single digits, then I moved to a place and a country that was party central, and the numbers went up by five or more a week, week in, week out.

Generally speaking I had a partner count so much higher than most other guys I met I simply didn’t talk about it, if you had been there you had no issue with the numbers, if you hadn’t you just wouldn’t buy it.

Hey, I am an outlier.

No?

Well, compared to the YOUTH of today, and I am talking guys 18 and down, no… I was a fucking role model.

Last weekend I met some lads at the pub by the river, which I mentioned here… since then I have spent some more time with them, it has been a fucking eye opener.

These cats are all the result of broken homes, raised, as it were, by skank ho mommies, and so daddies and us men generally have no fucking clue what these young cats are actually like, and I mean that in the most literal sense, no fucking clue… but the skank ho mommies / wimminz do, oh yes, and the penny that is dropping for me is THIS is why these wimminz are getting so angtsy.

These cats don’t have the very high partner counts that I had, thanks to wide-body jets landing every few minutes bringing new skank and removing the old, but the smaller pool of skank ho cunt that they work in gets passed around in cycles, so little johnny smith may slip a length to little julie jones on the 1st of May, on the 18th of May, on the 6th June, etc…

Meanwhile little julie jones is getting cock every night, sometimes several, and little johnny smith is getting cunt every night, sometimes several.

Little julie jones (not her real name) looks at me and says “how old are you, because I don’t do men older than 50, I got standards”, I laugh my fucking ass off and say “so have I babe, so have I, hey johnny, come here, I’ll show you how to set the ignition timing on your bike properly”

Little julie jones shrugs and goes off with some other cat to get pumped.

Little johnny jones and his mates and I shoot the shit, I can tell them all sorts of great stuff they don’t know, and explain all sorts of great stuff they don’t know, and teach them all sorts of great stuff they don’t know, but when it comes to the wimminz, I can’t teach these young bastards a damn thing, they have it down so well I look at them and how they treat the wimminz and I have to admit, I think to myself “Man, that is some HARSH shit…”

So FRA’s, yeah, they know all about that shit, in fact they know so much they have a SELECTION of stories, so they shove a guy called steve over (all these names have been changed to protect the guilty) and say “Ask uncle steve” and start pissing themselves laughing.

And so it transpires that after steve’s mum temporarily kicks him out for some outrage he committed at home, he ends up crashing at his mate johnny jones’s place, and you know all their skank ho mommies are sluts and they know it too, to a degree and level that will shock the living shit out of us older men.

So basically steve ends up shagging Johnny’s mum in all her holes, and that is cool until the next day some of the boys come around and johnny’s mum is there, and so is her current fuckbuddy / boyfriend, and someone starts joking loudly that now johnny should start calling steve “Uncle steve” and treating him with respect, at which point the SHTF… cue allegations of FRA.

As an aside johnny lives almost opposite my own psycho skank ho ex, and he knows all about the FRA, don’t worry man, we’ll make sure your boys are cool.

Bottom line on this story is johnny’s mum has now joined the ranks of wimminz who played the FRA card, and NONE of these little fuckers is ever gonna let her forget it, what’s more to the point these cats take it as their civic duty to point out to all men who come into sexual contact with these wimminz that they have played the FRA card, and as a result all these wimminz can get are the dregs, and I mean the dregs.

So how did steve beat the FRA rap, well steve recorded himself fucking johnny’s mum with his smartphone, ALL these cats do this all the fucking time. Me preaching to the choir or what… lol

How come your mum doesn’t just kick your ass out? I ask johnny.

He just grins at me, “Childline man, my little brother wayne has jackie (these cats refer to their mums by the christian names, never mum) playing with herself and drinking and threatening him on his phone, he’ll just call childline on the bitch“.

What about those cats that don’t have a little brother I ask him, hell he says, we all got neighbours.

I’m laughing my fucking ass off, and say “Monkey see, monkey do” which I then have to explain to them.

and so it seems that if you demonise all men everywhere, and you do it for long enough that you raise young men into a world where all men are demonised, well, they will just shrug and say “Fuck this shit, I’m gonna fail anyway, may as well be a fucking asshole and have fun”

and so them wimminz get the world that they have been playing as an ace card to beat men down, only for real this time.

If there is NOT an economic collapse and reset, I’m guessing we are 5 years away from the point where these feral young men, age 18 or so and in their prime, will actually start beating down on and actually raping each others mothers, you can FEEL the fucking feral nature just below the surface, the cops never turn up with less than 8 now, even for a DV call or a party drunk.

Me, as a deadbeat dad and FRA victim, I can sit with these cats, and their slits, and relax, because the one group of society that they have NO axe to grind with is us deadbeat dads and FRA victims, I have NOTHING to fear from these cats, and the wimminz who raised them have EVERYTHING to fear, and they know it.

Careful what you wish for wimminz, it may come to pass, it may already have…

June 1, 2012

Home truths

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 1:41 pm

  1. Anything you ever did before sexually, better be on offer to me, because otherwise you are telling me that I am less worthy than those who got those other things you don’t want to do now.

    I have mentioned this one before, but there are two obvious consequences, one is that every subsequent relationship is an escalation, and two is that you only have so many escalations until you get to the point where the next step on the ladder is a threesome with TWO horses, and at that point you’d better hope aliens land soon, or you’re shit outta luck.

    The flipside of this of course is that as your next prospective mate, I have to be into whatever your next escalation to get me is, AND I have to be NOT put off by how far along the escalation process you are, for example as a man in my fifties I can introduce you to reasonably sexy and good looking wimminz in their late 20’s and early 30’s who are now looking to settle down, BUT CANNOT GET A MAN TO STAY WITH THEM, because of the above, when you have had several threesomes and have often had seven different cocks in one week (this is FAAAR from abnormal guys) it’s hard to find a guy who knows so little about your history that he can see you as anything BUT pump and dump.

  2. As mentioned above, you kinda need to come to this realisation by watching others and learning, not by riding the cock carousel yourself, and it wasn’t actually a hard lesson as every village had the girl who would be the village bike and demonstrate it for everyone else….

    But the REAL lesson you need to learn is that the “tomorrow has no consequences for my actions today because I am an entitlement princess” is NOT an idea that will confine itself to your sexual history.

    I genuinely cannot tell you how many of these girls have similarly chaotic “work” and “home” lives, and I put both of those in quote marks because work always involves some wimminz mcjob that Rose West couldn’t get fired from, and home is just the place where you fuck a series of random men, oh, and where your fatherless kids live and earn you state benefits.

    I can genuinely tell you that I have yet to meet the first girl who could live this lifestyle sexually, yet keep down a decent job and keep a proper home for herself and her kids if any.

  3. Which brings is to point 3, which is that for a relationship of the sort you seek to form, there has to be cohabitation.

    I have yet, in all my born days, to meet and fuck one of these sluts who did not beforehand say something along the lines of “my house is a bit untidy”… like I give a fuck, I am only going there to pump and dump, but the fact is no man wants to be associated with a wimminz who cannot keep house, it just isn’t that fucking hard, I and millions of other men manage it with ease.

  4. Which brings us to point 4, which is that if you do not like and respect yourself, NO OTHER FUCKER WILL, and again, without exception, these wimminz are all the types to hit the bottle, cry in their wine, and then trawl PoF for some cock to come over and make them feel better about themselves.

    Just as alcoholics use booze as an anaesthetic, these skanks use cock and cum as an anaesthetic, for a short while they can pretend that they are nice and desirable and sweet.

  5. You cannot un-ring a bell.

    Life is a bitch, you make bad choices, you have to live with them, you have to PAY THE PRICE FOR THEM, failing to realise this puts you back on that escalator at point 1, and then worse choices follow bad choices, and then still worse choices compound those, and to any subsequent bloke that comes along all they see is a wimminz who can be trusted to fuck up every single time she is given the opportunity to do so…

    Thanks to the law and wimminz empowerment, we know that they have unlimited opportunity to do so, and that there is nothing we as men can do about it.

  6. You are not whores, whores charge, you are sluts, and you are worth precisely how much you cost us to pump and dump, sweet fuck all.

    A very few guys, very very fucking few, are happy to have a relationship with a whore, because they profit from it, they are pimps.

    NO MAN wants a relationship with a slut, there is no profit to be had from it.

  7. You are your own greatest enemies and self deluders.

    Without exception, wimminz who will ride 7 different cock in 7 days will talk about wanting to find “the one” and settle down, and without exception their greatest worry is that their new man will “cheat” on them, how you can cheat on some slut who has had more cock than a fox is another question entirely, there is literally nothing there of value to cheat on in the first place…

  8. The thing you suspect and remain in constant denial of is true, you cannot be more than one thing, you cannot be a whore / slut and ALSO be a girlfriend / wife, and it does not matter how often you quote the things a man wants, a whore in the bedroom etc etc, that don’t make it so, because men also can only be one thing, they can be visiting a whore or slut as a “John” to dump their cum, OR, they can be in a relationship with a wimminz.
  9. You cannot break one half of a contract, or one side of a pane of glass.

    The INSTANT you fail to stand up to your side of the deal then you are in breach, and wherever the future goes after that, it does not go backwards in time to a point where you were never in breach.

    Once you break the side of a contract that deals with YOUR obligations and promises to the OTHER party, the ENTIRE contract is void, you do NOT get to keep THEIR obligations and promises to YOU, or to call them out on their lack of same.

    When this state of affairs is itself breached by the State, as it is routinely is family law courts, do not expect ANY result short of ALL men losing ALL belief in ALL contracts and promises, and starting to treat you and the state with at least as much utter contempt as you treated them.

    Turnaround IS fair play.

  10. I have lost count of how many cunts / assholes / tits I have had, it isn’t the flesh that is sexy, it is how it is presented to me, and wimminz I am about to tell you the most profound and far reaching truth in existence about men.

    There is one simple difference between a pump and dump cumbucket and the woman I will stick with and keep coming back for more like a steer to a salt lick.

    One is a slut.
    One is MY slut.

  11. Yeah but this is ownership…

    Give it any fancy fucking label you like, this morning I went out and did the brakes on MY car, and then gave it a proper wash and wax, I did not do that for any other car in the street, because they are not mine, I don’t give a fuck about them.
    The mechanic doesn’t give a fuck either, or only as long as he is paid… (see the parallels between sluts and whores and MY slut yet?)

    It is fundamental human nature at work, to expect a guy to give a fuck about something you have to give him a stake in it, and a stake in it means a say in it, and if you breach that contract expect him to stop giving a fuck.

  12. Bottom line.

    It is TOO FUCKING LATE for all of you wimminz out there, and now the economy is about to tank and we are looking at a real possibility of a land war in the Balkans / Crimea within a year, the very things that ALLOWED you to make such a fuck up of your lives are going to get cut back to the bone, and if you couldn’t get a man to stick with you and buy your shit when times are fat, what the fuck are you gonna do when times are tough, and all the other sluts out there are trying to undercut your offer?

The biggest home truth of all, it is getting time where the everlasting party is about done, and the bill is going to be presented, and there simply is not going to be the money in the state to pay for the boys in blue to respond to your “DV” accusations, or chase your dead beat dad for support money, or to put food in your larder when your mcjob gets cut back, and YOU ACTUALLY HAVE TO START LIVING THE SINGLE SUBSISTENCE LIFESTYLE YOU HAVE BEEN CLAIMING TO LIVE, where there is no money for sanitary towels, much less bottles of wine and rabbits by the score and an endless stream of cock.

There is a VERY REAL although at this time still slight possibility that a land war to the east of Europe ignites, and spreads, within 12 months.

If THAT happens then the cock carousel is going to get drafted, and the only cock left is old experienced cock like me, or reserved status cock, or invalid cock, and if you think times are hard when the economy crashes you wait until your labour is CONSCRIPTED into a factory or farm, and when you get home at night the only cock left is old experienced cock like me.

LOTS of ex wives and girlfriends who used their kids as weapons to beat deadbeat daddy over the head with are going to be faced with empty larders and hungry wailing kids and no DV / State protections, and suddenly the little shits won’t seem like such good weapons to hurt daddy with, the boot will be on the other foot.

So bitch, how are you going to PERSUADE me to take those little shits that you have alienated me from off your hands and feed them?

Because I, like all those other men who got fucked over by y’all, have learned to live well, and we have learned to do so on amounts so little that you wimminz with your wanton, slothful, wasteful ways cannot conceive of, thanks to being fucked over by you and the state.

It is an ill wind that blows no good.

And that perhaps is the final home truth, all those sayings, they mainly came from the last time that times were hard.

May 31, 2012

You picked the wrong man to ask the right question.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 1:45 pm

It is a popular myth, and indeed a created and crafted myth, that while we today are smart, we are smarter than those in the past, and while we today are smart, we aren’t smart enough because the problems are just too big and complex you see…

The subject / title of this post is by the way a direct quote from a Greek, in 1971, 5 years into the military coup after their last economic collapse.

I was fortunate enough to tour Cyprus, the entire island, that year, the last year you could do so, because Turkey invaded…

… fast forwards to 2012, and Greece is on the ropes again, the puppet government just had secret talks with the generals, and the Turks just changed the name of the Turkish Republic of Northern Cyprus to the Turkish Republic of Cyprus… interesting times.

For those of you who do not know Europe… Greece is “odd”, it is not a western country, but neither is it a middle eastern country, rather it is like a mix that did not work, think milk and alcohol, whereas Turkey and the Ottomans is clearly middle eastern in flavour, with western influences like veins running through marble.

Further north we have the soviets, further south we have the Med separating off Africa, but the Greek / Turkish border has always been a locus.

The best way to protect such a border is to turn it in to a minefield, and the purpose of a minefield is to be inhospitable, and the territory inside a minefield does not matter to those who live outside it.

Better for the rest of Europe to fight a land war in the Balkans and Crimea than on their own soil, and all that good stuff.

Which brings me right back to the title of this piece, and the hidden facts behind it.

There have always been no shortage of men on the street who knew EXACTLY what the fuck was going on, who knew how to express it eloquently and simply, in phrases such as those above, while themselves living under the hammer of state oppression.

Twain said history does not repeat itself, but it sure does rhyme, and the fact is that the cattle are a lot easier to manage if they never learn the lyrics of the song.

The map above tells you everything you need to know about a great method for resetting the world’s economic / monetary / social / cultural policies, and doing so in a way that is “outside” the home soil of all of those with a problem… the only problem is wildfires tend to spread.

Interesting motherfucking times indeed.

May 30, 2012

pssst, wanna buy a used condom?

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 3:18 pm

As alluded to in this Spearhead comment (3rd comment) I had a very interesting chat yesterday.

The person I had the chat with is a friend of the family, and very high up in the world of advertising.

When I say very high up I mean very high up, for a brand name that I absolutely guarantee you know.

As I said the in the spearhead comment, I happened to mention to this wimminz that I had noticed that on any given day you would suddenly see a rash of new or re-written profiles, all featuring the EXACT SAME PHRASE, amongst wimminz who could not possibly know each other, like some hive mind at work.

She laughed her ass off at me, asking exactly what it was I thought she did for a living…

Point made.

What I did not say on the Spearhead comment, is that the conversation continued, and the rabbit hole went a lot deeper than I had suspected.

It transpired that a few of the recent top 10 pop acts had songs especially written by marketing types, and there was me thinking the song came first, and THEN someone grabbed it for an advert…

Product placement in films and media of all sorts was also far larger than I had expected, as she said to me, “WTF do you think the Kardashians and all other celebutard crap is except walking billboards”

At that point a memory came back to me, the producer of the very first series of Big Brother, being interviewed and admitting that the SOLE purpose of the programme was to make you watch the adverts in between.

She went on to name a list of “reality” programmes of the sort where every week they build a customised dildo, complete with temper tantrums and suchlike, the sort of thing I hate, and related to me that they were all, 100%, totally, completely and utterly fake, everyone involved was an actor, none of them actually did any of the custom work, what you saw was always faked, with the real work being done in the background, and of course the weekly celebutard “customers” were in on the game getting some more cross pollinating free publicity for themselves too.

Yeah, now you mention it I have no problem at all believing you 100%, it fits with everything I have seen.

So she goes on, and starts talking about product placement in the news and media, which I was hip to anyway, stories of military actions in Mogadishu being timed to coincide with prime time viewing slot many time zones away back in the good ole USA.. started earlier than that she said, the man who taught her and took her under his wing was responsible for a lot of the Falklands / Malvinas War shit going down at GMT in time for the main evening news, contrary to military planning ideals.

Thatcher didn’t blink without consulting her advertising gurus, she said, hence the STILL persisting idea that Thatcher came from a small corner shop, little woman made good by her own talent and efforts.

And this was when the conversation went down the rabbit hole proper.

“So what shit that I have seen have YOU personally been responsible for marketing?” I asked.

She looked at me once again like I was 5 years old…

“You really don’t get it do you.” she said.

She went on to tell me that product placement and sales was what the juniors and department heads did, so the London office might take on the Conservative party election campaign, but up at HER level it was not at all about product placement and branding, but it was all about product DISplacement and concealment.

HER clients hired her to keep aspects of their lives, or certain associations, completely OFF the fucking radar…

From the very simple stuff, like keeping all Coca Cola product a million miles away from anything to do with drugs for example, to the more complex stuff like keeping certain conglomerates with a fluffy image a million miles away from any subsidiaries whose subsidiaries owned subsidiaries that made a nice little penny in land mine manufacture, for example.

THIS was what she meant about Thatcher and other politicians not blinking without first consulting her ilk.

For example no politician or party is going to be seen anywhere near anything that could even remotely be seen in a negative light with respect to single mums, or rape, or domestic violence, negative product placement, the thing you NEVER see associated with X.

To use a current topical subject, why is no ISP willing to go anywhere near porn filtering, but all ISP’s are quite willing to quietly open the back doors to state monitoring?

Can you imagine the furore if at some point in the future MegaNetISP was linked to the abduction and rape of a small child, because they put in net filters that were not 100% effective (which they cannot be) or MegaNetISP being linked to a terrorist explosion in a school killing hundreds and maiming more, because they stood in the way of the security services monitoring traffic?

So many of these clients and campaigns, whether they are for a product, or for obscurity, are long term things? I asked her.

Yes, she said, in some cases for decades… at which I raised my eyebrows.

OK, there is an 88% chance that you as an adult single male in the western world have shaved pubes, she said… OK got me there.

When you were a young man in the 70’s, did you shave your pubes? she asked… fuck no.

So you starting to shave your pubes coincided with the advent of the VHS cassette and easy access to porn, and pornstars with shaved pubes… umm, I guess, yeah….

Well guess who started that campaign by getting to the porn companies and financially supporting them if their models were hairless, minimal pubes, ideally all over…

A campaign that has now been running for 30 years.

Generations are growing up now who start depilating their pubes as soon as the first hair growth starts, all so a few companies can sell razors and creams and shit at a rate 100x higher than back in the day when men shaved their faces and that was it.

Fuck, she said, you KNOW all this shit, you KNOW all about Freud and Bernays and manufacturing consent, this shit was new in 1921, we have had nearly 100 years to perfect in, and ever more and more immediate and influential channels to pump it out.

Even the shit you are immune to because you are not the target market, and I’m not talking shaving your pubes here, but the shit you are IMMUNE to, because you can never get breast cancer, you are not immune to, because you share a society with people who are not immune, and whose choices can be influenced, and by so doing change your rights and freedoms.

“so” I said, “this is why men are marketed as the nasty scary rapists and paedophiles huh”

Yes, she said, because lets face it, in the western world we have slain all the other dragons, nobody is actually scared of dragons or witches or some guy in another country who they can actually friend on facebook, so we have to “give” people something immediate and close up and personal that they *can* be scared of, the environment, automobiles, NOT being important, and indeed men.

Statistics do not matter, she said, very earnestly, nobody is scared of pthalates or smoking or high fructose syrup or sedentary lifestyles, even though all those things individually are profoundly more likely to fuck you up than an environmental disaster, a defective car, being joe average, or being attacked by a man.

What matters is what you can ASSOCIATE with each of these, and what product you can then sell, or make invisible, as a result of that.

At that point we were interrupted by others at the gathering.

Some time later she left, and her parting shot was this.

“You know what SHOULD frighten you? Not that we have had a hundred years of practice at manipulating consent, but the fact that the manipulators themselves are at least as susceptible to their own products as joe public, there is a 92% chance that I as an adult single female in the western world have shaved pubes…..”

“Nobody is in control any more” I said

“Oh no, there are shifts of people taking turns at the wheel, the problem is we are driving in the dark in unknown territory with the lights out and tinted windows, we only care about what is going on inside the bus.”

Now playing – Free fallin’

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:36 am

As someone who has travelled widely around the world, I have periodically left and returned to many countries, none moreso than my native UK

Here in the UK, like the vast majority of western nations, we have essentially a two (main) party political system, often described as “left” and “right”, and here in the UK that means the Cuntservatives and New Liebor are the appropriate label.

I am about to give you the most important, profound and far-reaching political insight that you ever receive, so sit tight.

It is simply this, whether I have been in country for ten minutes, or ten months, whether I am in the street or in a pub, whether I am working or not, it has been flatly impossible to determine from any of the real world factors surrounding me whether the government of the day is “left” or “right”.

Nota Bene, I am not saying that I cannot quite simply look in a newpaper, or look at the label affixed to a certain set of rules or situation, and determine whether that set of rules was created by the left, or by the right.

I am saying that IN PRACTICE, both left and right create identical situations on the ground for the individual citizen.

Welcome to the new boss, exactly the same as the old boss, literally, exactly the same.

Now I am going to tell you something else that I have seen in other countries.

90% of the population, 90% of human beings, and basically decent, peaceful, law abiding people, I know this because I have been to places where on the ground there is literally no law and no state, and yet these people manage to just fall into working relationships both social and economic.

It is the 10% who riot when the lights go out, when the police are disbanded, when the state collapses.

Of these 10%, a further 10%, or 1% of the whole population, are fucking sociopaths, and they were usually in positions of power beforehand, they were the police, the mayor, the mine owner.

But, by and large the 90% kept the 10% in line, and the 99% kept the 1% broadly in line, because after all the mechanism where the protections for these minorities existed, e.g. the state and police and security forces, do not exist.

Where this fails is when the 10% and the 1% behind them, exceed their sanity and trash the things that the 90% call “home” and “family”.

By now you are thinking or Bosnia or Rwanda or Iraq, and the fact that quite often in these places the 10% could be identified by a tribal or ethnic or religious label that differed from the 90% is mere coincidence.

When you fly into or land at one of these places, again you can never tell from the ground whether it is the “left” or the “right” that is in power by observing the rules on the ground for the man in the street, indeed, attempting to do so is usually fatal… thousands of “contractors” have died in the middle east in the past few years because they were making this exact mistake.

Can’t tell a good gook from a bad gook, is how it was expressed a generation or two before them.

“Old hands” at such trouble-spots, hell, I literally grew up in one, the labels then were “communist” and “federalist”, but left and right, red and blue, ying and yang will all do, but the old hands know the first secret of survival, spotting the group that comprises the 10% and the group that comprises the 90%, and if you are up and close to the 10% group, also be able to spot a 9%er and a 1%er at 100 yds.

The second secret of survival is for all three groups to see YOU as a complete irrelevance, and also as NOT having taken any other sides.

I have, many many times, walked alone and unarmed through places where trying to walk as a pair, or worse still a larger group or armed, will lead to you NOT walking out of that area… and it was not as though I did not stand out, being the only white northern European for 100 miles or more.

The very idea that any ideology can be applied to a dynamic system, day after day, is the acceptance that 50% of the time that ideology will have a positive effect, and 50% of the time a negative effect, with, as I stated at the beginning, an overall, nett, amorphous effect that is so vague that you cannot determine the label of the ideology in power, is it left or right?

Who knows? Who cares?

Concentrating on such trifles is no more than concentrating on the hand that the magician is always flourishing, especially to attract your eye, while the other hand performs the slights and manipulations and substitutions.

Our “troubles” today can be attributed to something that was documented on film in 1977, an episode of Horizon called Now the Chips are down, about the new and emerging technology of computers.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XdGD8ZS62yw

and

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gQt1NTNRI_A&feature=relmfu

and

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4KzDVy9jBIc&feature=relmfu

Because, what they were documenting was the end of the era when financial calculations and processes could only be done at mechanical, human speed… the programme literally deals with the computerisation of the NYSE amongst other things, and you are a complete cunt if you do not watch all three clips.

It was and remains an ongoing technological sea change, and the only reason WE cannot see it, is we are on the inside looking out.

Neither a left, nor a right, political system can deal with such things, and as you get older and wiser you realise that the only things a left and right political system can deal with is self perpetuation.

Just as there can be no good without evil, no light without dark, there can be no left without right, and now we get to the fundamental human nature reason why we always end up with such things.

As I said above, both left and right create the same, an overall, nett, amorphous effect that is so vague that you cannot determine the label of the ideology in power, is it left or right?

Nota Bene, an amorphous effect, NOT a nett zero effect, it is in fact the murky gloom that is the whole purpose, because without it it would be like watching a one handed magician, something you have never and will never see.

Neither the 90%, nor the 10%, nor the 1%, know what is going on in the amorphous murky gloom, but the 10% like the shadows and the 1% love the camouflage of the 10%.

Why do the 90% vote for the amorphous murky gloom?

Away from the left and right ideology, we have stark simplicity, the technology that we now rely on, that we CANNOT sacrifice without ourselves going back to the stone age, is entirely dependent upon a western society per capita energy budget, I have discussed this before, call it 25 kWh per person per day.

From here it becomes simple math, minimum 25 kWh per person per day x population, subtracted from national energy budget, and from there it is a simple as having to take someone else’s share of energy, or go balls out for newer higher energy sources, the various fission reactions until you can perfect commercial fusion, and then on and up.

You enter the world of the engineer, the illusion of choice is removed.

The engineer will not accept a million immigrants when the current population is eating every calorie your farms can produce, he can see the stark choices;

  1. let those million immigrants die on the outside of your borders, or
  2. let them in, and kill a million of your own citizens to release the food they need, or
  3. let them in, and ten million die and the remainder are malnourished and ravaged.

There are of course other options, steal land from your other neighbouring countries, or steal calories from the mouths of said neighbours citizens and redistribute to yours.

Sadly for us in the western world, the wimminz and niggers have weakened the system, just when we needed it the least, when digital technology took over, and humorously, hilariously, and typically for evolution, the extra burden, in this case the wimminz and niggerz, represent those LEAST able to cope with the ongoing change, and most threatened by it.

Search this site for “iDAd” if you like.

Which is why we are heading for a reset at least as great as the original industrial revolution and electrification of society, suddenly factories and workhouses were not just possible, but essential, along with all the iniquities of early adopters.

Getting ACCESS to that 25 kWh per person per day is going to be as difficult as the irish getting access to good quality potatoes during the “potato famine”, which was NOT a shortage of potatoes, but a shortage of affordable EDIBLE potatoes, the best ones being sold.

 

 

 

May 28, 2012

What MEN want.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 2:09 pm

Further to the weekend’s pub scene, I had a text from one of the guys, the young 18 y.o one, the chick who he told to buy her own drinks asked him what men wanted in wimminz, so he asked me, because he didn’t know where to start or how to put it in words.

So, wimminz, pay attention.

EVERY SINGLE ITEM IN THIS LIST is a negative point against you for any kind of relationship material, many of them are also negative points against you as being pump and dump cum bucket material, go work out for yourselves which is which.

I would suggest that if you can say “yes” to five or more of these, your future is going to be “interesting”, in the same sense of the Chinese curse about living in interesting times.

  1. You have kids.
  2. You have had more cocks than your shoe size.
  3. You have difficulty keeping a home clean.
  4. You have difficulty keeping the larder stored and cooking good home food from scratch.
  5. You have difficulty living within a strict household budget.
  6. Your inner thighs touch when you stand upright normally.
  7. You have any tats anywhere.
  8. You have or have ever had a facebook page.
  9. You ever make any claim of any kind that you have been the victim of DV or sexual abuse.
  10. You have ever had a threesome.
  11. You have ever cheated IN THEIR DEFINITION on any of the guys you have been with.
  12. You spend more on “beauty” products than you do on “cleaning and sanitary” products such as soap, shampoo and sanitary towels.
  13. You have more than 7 pairs of footwear or any description.
  14. You have more trousers/jeans/shorts than dresses.
  15. You do NOT have a waist.
  16. Your hair does not touch your shoulders.
  17. You cannot spell or do math.
  18. You like to watch soaps or chick flicks or rom coms.
  19. You have anything more than a single piercing in each ear.
  20. You do not TIUTA for your man (Take it up the ass)
  21. You cannot swallow at least 6″ of cock, and / or you do not swallow cum.
  22. You ever let your man get his own drink, whether it be coffee or a beer.
  23. You ever let your man run his own bath.
  24. Your topics of discussion ever include what your girlfriends are doing, where they are going on holiday, what they have, etc.
  25. You snore.
  26. You ever smell of anything except soap and water and perhaps FRESH sweat.
  27. You ever complain about period pains, or that you are on the rag.
  28. You ever tried to re-write your past.
  29. You ever lied to your man. This includes withholding shit like letters from the bank.
  30. You ever took a ten spot out of his wallet.
  31. You ever asked for permission to take a ten spot out of his wallet, or anything else that means opening his wallet.
  32. You ever took any kind of argument, disagreement or mood upstairs, much less into the bedroom.
  33. You ever talked down to or insulted or disrespected your man IN HIS EYES in public.
  34. You ever raised your hand against a man.
  35. You ever disrespected a man’s friends, or made them less than welcome.
  36. You ever flirted with a man’s friends, or allowed them to flirt with you instead of saying “Bob, I am with Steve, end of story.” or whatever as appropriate.
  37. You ever threw anything from the past in your man’s face.
  38. You ever put yourself before family, which your top priority is maintaining your kids relationships with their father, your husband.
  39. You get too drunk to drive more than once a month.
  40. You smoke more than 5 cigarettes a day.
  41. You take drugs.
  42. You ever fucked anyone radically outside your own ethnic group.
  43. You ever called the Police on a man.
  44. You ever called a Lawyer on a man.
  45. You ever tried to blame someone else for your own bad choices or judgement.
  46. You ever tried to ration sex with your man.
  47. You ever interrupted a man when he was speaking.
  48. You ever said Tom & Jerry or Cowboys and Indians is too violent for small boys.
  49. You ever failed to greet your man with a hug and a smile and a quick kiss.
  50. You ever failed to see your man off with a hug and a smile and a quick kiss.

May 27, 2012

I saw fear in her eyes….

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 3:05 pm

…real genuine fear, she said not a word more, licked dry lips, left her half finished drink, got up and walked away, looking over her shoulder.

An hour or so earlier, as the weather here has broken and the sun was in the sky, I walked down by the river, stopped at a pub, bought myself a drink and sat outside.

Before long I was joined by some other people, all strangers, and we got talking about the economy and what not, and one of the wimminz present said something about how the economy is bad for the wimminz too.

“That’s too bad” I said, in a voice devoid of any sympathy.

She wasn’t hip to this, and tried to tell me why I should care.

“Let me stop you right there” I said, and told her a little about me, a man who has travelled the world, a man who can make the water potable and make it flow, a man who can make the electricity and make it flow, a man who went to secret family court, where, contrary to everything we are told about justice and law, zero evidence of any kind is required to find you “guilty” of all sorts of obscene allegations, and you children will be abducted from you and the entire paternal family.

Meanwhile ALL the men at the table are nodding, not interrupting, but looking me in the eye and nodding… if they themselves do not have first hand personal experience of what I am describing, they all know someone close to them who has.

“Bottom line” I finish up, “is I will give a fuck about wimminz issues, when wimminz give a fuck about my issues… to be specific” I say “when I see wimminz protesting outside the courts and chaining themselves to the railings and PHYSICALLY and FINANCIALLY supporting men who have been fucked by the state, then, and only then, will I begin to give a very small fuck, about the welfare of those specific wimminz only.”

She looked at me for a moment, and at her girlfriends, and laughingly pointed at the river winding past the pub, and said “So if I fell in there and started to drown, you wouldn’t save me.“… clearly expecting Mr White Knight to come out.

“No, I would not” I said, in exactly the same totally uninterested and uninvolved and uncaring tone that I would have used had she asked me if I might ever be interested in a 419 scam.

“You cannot mean that” she said “bu bu bu but it would be illegal to sit there drinking your beer and watch me drown!!!”

“Unfortunately” I said “I have not had the appropriate health and safety training to dive into a river and save someone, besides, how would I know it was not all a big joke and you were not crying wolf?”

There was a pause, and she asked if I would jump in to save “him”, pointing at a guy sat opposite to me.

“Fuck yeah” I said, “I *am* my brothers keeper”

She looked at me with real genuine fear, she said not a word more, licked dry lips, left her half finished drink, got up and walked away, looking over her shoulder.

Not fear of me, because it was as clear to her as it was to everyone else at the table that I would not raise one finger to harm her, nor would I raise one finger to save her.

One of the other girls said “this is creepy” and it fell on stony ground.

The “him” opposite looks at me and says “did you drive here or walk?”

“Walked” I said

“Then my friend,” he says “I am going to buy you a beer, and you are not going to fucking insult me by refusing it.”

And so like one tiny shred of crystal dropped into a saturated solution, the “Fuck you bitch” attitude coalesced and grew around the table, and where before there was flirting bullshit and open sexual innuendo, there grew very formal and very polite and very dismissive discourse from the men to the wimminz, and within 20 minutes the wimminz left, trying one last sally “coming boys?” to which the boy in question, who was all of 18, replied “Nah, go and buy your own fucking drinks, I’m staying here and chilling.”

We spent the next three hours discussing everything from motorcycles through computers through tools through great roads to drive on, great dishes to eat in foreign climes, music, you name it.

A couple of hours into it I said to the young lad who told the wimminz to buy their own fucking drinks that I hoped I hadn’t spoiled his evening, he laughed uproariously and informed me that sluts are two a penny, but being able to sit around and table with MEN and discuss anything without fear of upsetting some slut was one of the best nights he had had in ages, and was I ready for another one.

I woke up this morning to a text message from one of them “dude, bbq at my place monday evening, no slits, coming?”

We, as a nation, certainly in this region, are so prepared for a “reset” and the next level / change (when I say we I mean the men) that it surprises even me, that wimminz who got scared and left was far more perceptive than I. She got the atmosphere instantly, it took me three hours and more beer than I could handle to get it.

What scared her was not an atmosphere where any of the men there would do her harm, but an atmosphere where someone had pressed GAME OVER and suddenly none of the men there would lift a finger to support or aid her, not even in pursuit of access to her cunt.

It was only after several strong black coffees this morning that it came to me, and I am not sure it is an expression that will mean anything to my american readers, as I have not even heard it used in this country for over 20 years.

The wimminz at that table were “sent to Chelsea”, and that is what scared them.

When someone was “sent to Chelsea” it meant that everyone else at the workplace simply ignored them wherever possible, and where not possible dealt with them as politely, and courteously, and firmly, and dismissively as possible.. it was usually reserved for “blacklegs” and “lackeys”, but was the ultimate in “cold shoulder” treatment for those who it was felt had betrayed the group for their own immediate gain.

May 26, 2012

The first rule of fuck club

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 5:39 pm

For whatever reasons, I appear to have become the “go to guy” for some men around here.

Turns out there are no shortage of guys who can see that the economy and society is a slow mo train wreck in progress, and that the crash is going to happen in their lifetimes, so what to do.

First thing you have to do is stay under the fucking radar, the absolute fucking worst place to be when the wimminz and niggerz and societah starts to double down in earnest is in prison.

The second worst place to be is flagged on the state’s shit lists, which means recently released from prison, or awaiting trial, avoid at all and any costs.

While I myself may be taking a breather from finding skank ho’s to pump and dump on PoF, it is instructive to go back and look at the wimminz on PoF when you don’t even have any interest in fucking any of them.

In the past 3 years I have looked at literally tens of thousands of wimminz profiles, anecdotally and off the top of my head;

  • 50% of them work for the state in some worthless or negative value capacity, often part time.
  • 10% of them are “self employed” which means they make cupcakes or are hairdressers and make pin money to gain entitlement to state top ups such as working tax credit… jobs which will vanish into thin air the moment the economy crashes.
  • 20% of them do clerical work for companies that are basically working mainly for the state, but not actually the state itself…
  • 5% are “nurses”
  • 5% are “carers”
  • 1% actually have a trade, e.g. veterinarian or pharmacist or doctor
  • 1% do some menial practical job like driver
  • 3% state that they are a “stay at home mum” or say nothing about their career.

In short, at least 93% of all wimminz have a negative economic value and represent nothing but a burden to the state, however the flipside of this is that wimminz represent the majority OF the state, and so wield disproportionate levels of power within it.

In short, the two are so intertwined that essentially they become the same thing, you cannot split the state and wimminz any more than you can split the atom into its component parts and expect it to stay that way.

Wimminz and the State stand, or fall, together, as one.

There are many things that I cannot speak of, many confidences I cannot breach, but I do not suppose anyone reading this will find it a big leap to accept that both wimminz and the state are well aware that things are amiss in the state of Denmark, and they are also both well aware that they do not know how to “fix” it.

In my now not so recent secret family court appearances, more than anything else I was struck by the total lack of intellect in all those officials involved, and I have met some of our country’s very top “leaders” and seen the exact same fucking thing.

In shades of another ancient tale about King Alfred, I wouldn’t trust David Cameron to be left in charge of some cakes in the oven, I haven’t had the “pleasure” of meeting Barry-O, but I’d borrow money to place a bet at short odds that he is no better.

I realise that it is an old man’s disease to cry that the sky is falling, and nostalgia ain’t what it used to be, and I side with a very intelligent man named Mark Twain, who said that history does not repeat itself, but it sure does rhyme.

Are we headed for World War 3 and Mad Max and One boy and his Dog?

I don’t actually think so, because we are on the cusp of so many technological events, and like all things 99% of the change happens in the last 1% of the event duration, so while WW3 would be “change” I thing what we are actually looking it is a quite different sort of “change”, but one that may well involve many smaller regional conflicts, both internal and inter-nation-al in nature.

Energy for one is a motherfucker.

I can tell you, for a fact, that “the internet” in the UK, which excludes all the servers and home computers, and just means the fucking network itself, absorbs around 10% of total peak electrical generating capacity.

If we implement a Star Trek / Minority Report level of “IT” tomorrow, where we each have multiple 4k screens streaming and processing live data and video calling, we are going to ramp that “the internet” energy consumption up from 10% of 2012 installed generating capacity to 50% at least.

And the fact is 4k won’t be enough.

Let me explain with a real world example.

Let us look at the world of CNC machining, say you are a home hobbyist with a machine that has a maximum work envelope 100 x 100 x 100 mm.

Let us start off with a very basic and crude machine that can only work to a precision of ± 1 mm.

This machine can travel 100 mm from X0, Y0, to X100, Y0.

Then 1 mm from X100, Y0 to X100, Y1

Then 100 mm from X100, Y1 to X0, Y1

Rinse and repeat, 100 x 100 mm journeys left and right, and 100 x 1 mm journeys in Y, which equals 10,100 mm travelled to traverse through every possible point on the bottom layer of the machine’s work envelope, but we can now go up in the Z axis another 99 mm, so the machine can in fact travel 1,010,000 millimetres to go through every single point in its work envelope.

If this machine can move at a maximum of 1 metre per second, which is reasonably FAST for such a cheap and nasty hobby home machine, then it will take 1,010 seconds, or 16.80 minutes, to traverse every possible point.

If the machine is using a total of 1,000 watts for the spindle and axis controls and computer controls, then it also just consumed 16.8/60 or 0.28 kWh

At 15 pence (£0.15) per kWh that is 3.75 pence worth of energy used.

All very well, but 1 mm precision is pretty useless, so lets say we up it by ONE SINGLE ORDER OF MAGNITUDE to 0.1 mm precision.

Since we are dealing in three dimensions, XYZ, we are making not just ten time the number or possible points that the machine can work through, but 10 x 10 x 10 = 1,000

So lets go back to those numbers.

Instead of 16.8 minutes to traverse every possible point, it now takes 16,800 minutes, or 280 hours.

(trying to cut this significantly will VASTLY increase the energy used to get far faster feeds and harsher acceleration of the work table, before long you get to the point where you are pushing it so hard it deforms the machine and you just lost ALL accuracy)

Instead of 0.28 kWh consumed to do that, it has now consumed 280 kWh

Instead of an electric bill for 3.75 pence, we have an electric bill for £37.50

However, in reality 0.1 mm precision isn’t a great deal of use for much engineering.

So another order of magnitude to 0.01 mm, which is enough for most large scale engineering like motor bearings and such like.

Another thousandfold increase.

So instead of 280 hours to traverse every single possible point, it now takes 280,000 hours, or a shade shy of 32 years.

Instead of 280 kWh used it is now 280 MWh.

Instead of £37.50 it is now £37,500.00

And so you see, from this very simple, real world, real physics, example, that we are hitting a point where change has to happen.

Here is another real world example.

Light travels at approximately 300 million metres per second, and the speed of electricity in a semiconductor is around  slower… we will call it 250 million metres per second.

If you run an oscillator, or CPU clock, at 5 GHZ, that is 5 with nine zeroes, so we can do some simple math, if electricity travels 250 million metres in one second, how far can it travel in one five billionth of one second.

The answer is 250,000,000 / 5,000,000,000 = 0.05 metres, which is 5 cm.

So unless we wish to break the speed of light, or indulge in designing AN ENTIRELY NEW system of electronics where different parts of the chip work at unsynchronised clock ticks, we just found the upper physical size limit of a single chip, and this is assuming electricity travels at 250,000 Km/sec in silicon, it does NOT, it travels far slower.

So of necessity, a chip running at a 5 GHz clock has to be half the size in any dimesion of a chip running at 2.5 GHz, this is fundamental basic physics.

The only way you can get more is to either break the speed of light, or put two cores on one die and start doing parallel processing, which is why today I am typing this on a laptop with 4 cores, each running at 2.5 GHz.

To go faster I need either 8 cores running at 2.5 GHz, or 4 cores half the physical size of these, running at 5 GHz.

Now, to get back to the beginning of all this.

Who do we know who are intellectually incapable of understanding any of this?

Who do we know who do not understand that a 1,000 mile journey done at an average speed of 50 mph (which is actually quite good for ANY road vehicle, even a Lamborghini on the Cannonball Run) cannot simply be made into a 2 hour journey at 500 mph AVERAGE speed, because the physics of the real world prevent it… especially when the vehicle in question is intended to transport 50 tons of food that 1,000 miles…..

Wimminz and their niggerz in the State.

So yes, we are heading for “change”… >;*)

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