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May 25, 2012

Beauty is in the eye of the hurricane.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 3:50 am

I’ve been thinking about this for best part of a year now, and have alluded to it now and again, but I think the time has come to come right out and say it.

There are no sexually attractive wimminz left in the west.

If the raw material was anything worth having, the western diet and porking out killed it.

If that wasn’t enough there will be tramp stamp tats all over it.

If that wasn’t enough there will be fucked up haircuts and chandeliers for earrings.

If that wasn’t enough, just in case you were blind and deaf, there is the fucking ATTITUDE and total lack of anything even remotely resembling feminine charms and grace.

I’ll come right out and say it.

I just can’t get a boner for flesh and blood wimminz in the west no more.

When it started I addressed the issue by indulging in kink, and as that got tired I got into kinkier kink, and as that got tired I thought fuck it.

So I started working my way down in years, 45 was my cut off (I’m in my 50’s) then 40, then 35, then 30, then I got to 25 and thought fuck it. (you know something is seriously fucking wrong when a guy in his 50’s is rejecting chicks in their 20’s wholesale as unfuckable)

I started to get REAL picky, any excuse from a few pounds overweight to something in the background of the PoF pic that I didn’t like, and then I thought fuck it.

So I eventually resorted to fantasy, fuck em from behind and close my fucking eyes and fantasise, and then I thought fuck it.

The reason I can’t get a boner for wimminz today is because I have overdosed on all their fucking bullshit, I’m sat here at 3:15 am, ALONE, and the fact is I DO NOT WANT A FUCKING WIMMINZ AROUND, EVEN FOR COMPANY.

I am just not that lonely, I cannot get that fucking lonely that I will trade my own space for THE ILLUSION of someone who gives a fuck about me.

Sure, I have damn near 40 years worth of HABIT of letching at wimminz, but I have zero urge to to anything about it.

I can’t even bring myself to indulge in some inane chat on PoF for a quick fuck.

I can’t even bring myself to text one of the sluts and say “I need to dump some cum” and do exactly that, no speaking no nothing just whip it out, slam it in and spurt.

It just doesn’t have any attraction.

Thing is, I realised WHY tonight while talking to a 24 year old skank on PoF, she asked me what I wanted.

What I want(ed) is the sort of WOMEN, not wimminz, WOMEN, that used to be around as late as the late 80’s, women with some shred of femininity… there weren’t many of them left by then, but there were a few.

Take all that good stuff away and all you have is some meat with an attitude that sucks.

Hell, earlier this year I had one totally submissive skank ho slut, actually not bad looking, 22 years old and wanting (google it) “24/7 TPE/IE” e.g. a willing slave. It lasted a fucking week and I just could not be bothered with the 11 mile drive.

One a wimminz has had more cocks than her shoe size that is it, she loses that femininity and allure, and gets the thousand cock stare and glassy eyes if the whore.

1985, that was the last time I did not get to fuck on the first date, and I fell for the femininity and allure and yeah it ended, but a few years later and it just wore out, it was a civilised and graceful ending.

Since 1985 the only way I was able to get a woman who had less cocks than her shoe size was to get a virgin intacta with an intact hymen, and none of them (3) grew up in houses with a father figure, and so they were totally androgynous in personality, not a feminine bone in their bodies.

Now, it being near the end of the month of May, 2012, a wimminz who has not had at least 5 cocks so far this fucking year is as rare as rocking horse shit, and it’s not the quantity of cock per se, it is the thousand cock whore’s glassy eyes and attitude that fucks it for me.

1985, the last time I could smell a woman, even though I hadn’t been near her for 24 hours, and a heavenly smell it was too.

My grandfather pulled me aside when I was a young man and gave me some advice, the older I get, the smarter he was.

He held up his hand, and said that if a woman has had more men than fingers on her hand, she is changed forever into a whore, and whores are only good for fucking and leaving.

Being young and stupid, and worried, I asked him, what about men gramps, what if men have had more women than fingers on his hand.

Men are made different he said, the things a man loves and believes in when he is 15 he will still believe in and love when he is 75, though he may get short tempered, but women he said are always changing the things they love and the things they believe in.

He was a farmer, and he finished by saying it wasn’t just people, you could look at dogs or horses or cattle, the male animals were constant, the female animals were creatures of change.

Wimminz be the best fucking contraceptive on the planet.

I have literally as much urge to fuck a wimminz, even an “8” who is slim and fit and 25, as I have to cornhole some overweight sweaty fag.

No boner, not even a twinge. Peter Pecker is on strike.

Hell, at least I rode high on the hog when there were women about, before the wimminz took over like some bodysnatcher / zombie plague.

I will report back if I go back on PoF, but for now at least it is time to call it a day as far as cunt is concerned.

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May 23, 2012

No “players” please, just clueless newbs.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 6:32 pm

It’s been a funny old week, for one I am seeing more and more wimminz who have been on PoF for a year or so just say fuck it and re-write their profile from “dating” or “long term” etc. to “intimate encounter“…. I did mention it before, but her mentality and all that, I am seeing it more and more lately.

Let’s face it, fuck-buddy / FWB is the lowest opening bid in the relationship stakes a wimminz can place on the table, you either have to be very confident, not give a fuck about chump change, or desperate to play at those stakes, I will leave it to the reader to guess which applies to the wimminz.

I also just had an interesting conversation with an FWB that I blew out, she was shocked by it, assuming she was “doing enough” to keep it going, whereas I said your attitude just didn’t make me feel like my cock was that special to you…. lolol…  so I mentioned something about pastures green, if you could get to them past all the wimminz on PoF who specifically stated that they did not want players / had kissed a lot of frogs etc… and she laughed, and said something interesting.

She said “yeah, that’s because you lot (players) don’t buy our bullshit.”

So in effect “no players” is not saying “I do not want a man who sees me as a fuck-buddy“, but rather it is saying “I want a man who still buys MY version of reality and doesn’t question it“, where her version of reality is that she is a cuddly sexy nice and trustworthy and reliable person, whereas the real version of reality is she has already fucked some guy over in a divorce, leopards never change their spots, and the only possible reason to spend any time in her company is to be dumping some cum in her holes.

Being pre-selected as “unsuitable to fuck” by these wimminz is not actually any kind of insult or reflection upon me, it means that I am projecting EXACTLY the right image of myself along the wimminz grapevine in PoF, where the wimminz themselves are self selecting themselves and elimination us as possible fuck-buddies, while doing so in such a way that it is DEMONSTRABLY their choice… no possible future hassles for me.

But, the title of this piece could equally be applied to many other things, such as financial markets, or say the political system in Greece, and while I cannot prove it or demonstrate it, it is quite clear to me that to the wimminz on PoF the “man market” is about the same as the “buyers market” for someone trying to sell a house in Spain, there are a LOT of fuckers out there peering at the cards in the agents’ windows, but no fucker is actually buying, and those on BOTH sides of the glass know exactly what is going on, even if neither of them admit it openly.

Just as there are people who claim all sorts of supposed “attractive features” for a property, and then state a totally ludicrous asking price, there are wimminz on PoF who claim all sorts of supposed “attractive features” (hang on, isn’t it supposed to me MY fucking decision if you are sexy or not… etc) and then state a totally ludicrous “asking price”, eg specification for the man who will be “lucky enough” to be “rewarded” with her becoming your parasite…  but just as in the real estate agent markets, everyone knows that THAT house is never going to sell for a fraction of that fucking money, and that anyone stupid enough to pay even a quarter of the asking price will lose his fucking shirt even if he flips it in a week.

Especially when it isn’t a “one owner from new” house, but a flop-house / motel, which is what “kissed too many frogs” is an explicit admission of, they may as well say “Village Bike” on the first line of their adverts, doesn’t matter how well it is preserved or how hot it may once have been, everyone knows everyone else has ridden it, so like the flop-house / motel, the only possible reason for buying it is if you can buy it cheap enough to turn a profit… no way you would want to move in YOURSELF….

Expect big daddy State to get just as freaky and insane in the defence of the wimminz as it is in the housing ponzi scheme, according to the slit Lagarde at the IMF the Bank of England base rate of 0.5% is way too high, and the reason that the UK housing market has stagnated, so the BoE is supposed to lower interest rates for home loans, to maybe 0.0%… I shit you not… I have no idea how this is supposed to work, when even interest only repayment liar loans stopped working, but it should GIVE YOU A FUCKING CLUE WHAT IS TO COME.

Like the housing ponzi scheme the wimminz ponzi scheme has not yet collapsed, because nobody dare mention zat ze emperor, he has no clothes, because the whole things got so fucking crazily out of control, that there is no fucking way to get a soft readjustment, the only way forwards is a hard crash, and the more it is postponed the wore it will be, but kick the can down the road they do.

But the fact is that the wimminz ponzi scheme is getting ever more fragile, and it is getting ever more difficult to maintain the illusion, and it is going to be a stone cold bitch when it resets, because in effect the wimminz ponzi scheme IS the fucking State apparatus, the wimminz ARE the apparatchicks (sic)

So the house that has been “For Sale” for three years for £195,950 is still for sale, but now the sign says “No offer refused”, or “Auction” but a no reserve one where it gets market to market, because EVEN IF IT IS WORTH NOTHING, THE CURRENT OWNERS WITH TO DIVEST THEMSELVES OF THE ONGOING MAINTENANCE AND EXPENSES AND LIABILITIES.

And so it will be with the wimminz, and we may see this first in Greece or Spain if the State collapses in those places…  the wimminz who are nurses or secretaries may find themselves employable, but they will be marked to market and the rest of the wimminz on the State tit will be simply discarded.

At that point far from the “not a bad pair of tits” on a 40 year old body coming with a ludicrous “asking price”, even getting into the table to place the “intimate encounter” / will fuck for free no strings lowest opening bid is going to be one over subscribed motherfucker.

Which brings me to the OTHER thing I am seeing on PoF, while many of the wimminz who failed to sell their properties on the dating and long term relationship markets are sliding over to the intimate encounter / lowest opening bid sector, the ones already there are doubling down.

What can you do to beat a “will fuck for free” lowest opening bid?

“Will fuck / threesome for free” of course, and I am seeing it.

Got a fucking roof with running water and electricity and heating and the ability to feed an extra two mouths?

Sooner than you may think, that may be enough to be an alpha dog with the wimminz competing to be one of the two you offer shelter to.

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May 20, 2012

Stupid black bastards

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 3:24 pm

The story is at the link below, black people in laundromat, black guy puts black child in tumble dryer, as soon as door shuts dryer engages, cue hilarity

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2146782/Panic-Laundromat-Parenting-fail-man-puts-SON-washing-machine-turns–survives.html

If it *had* been a washing machine we could have enquired whether the black kid came out nice and white, and smelling of summer fields and cracker.

I went to school amongst the ruins left by the luftwaffe, we used to delight in telling “concentration camp” jokes, such as the ones about sports day in the concentration camp, where the grinning oberleutenant announces that der engerlanders will do this, der welsh will do this, der scots will do this, and der jews vill play hopscotch…. on zee minefield…. or der jews vill play squash…. und I vill drive der steamroller…

Having told such a racist / anti semitic joke about the jews and nazis, we would then skip on through jokes about the english, irish, pakistanis, nigerians, spanish and chinese, in fact, jokes about every single racial background of every single kid in the class, and we all laughed our asses off at each other.

It does not matter WHAT you are, 30 boys will find SOMETHING different about you, and proceed to rip you a new one about it, and the more it “gets” to you the more mercilessly they will rip, until you get over it and yourself and realise that the problem throughout was that you thought you were an exception and deserved special treatment for having x trait or characteristic.

Having told our jokes about jews or wogs or irish, we would then share our money / sweets / toys / whatever with said jews or wogs or irish with more willingness than I would have shared same with my genetic brother, because these were my friends.

You see, I went to, at the times I am writing of, an all boys school, and a little later I went to a mixed school, and when I talk about schools I am talking about what the English refer to as Public School, and the yanks refer to as Private School… lol.. e.g. not the state system, though I did go to state schools as well for a while…  yeah yeah, lots of services kids can relate to a new school and location and even country every two or three years throughout childhood.

What is important is I went to what are now classed as some of the very earliest “progressive” schools, and while other more radical schools came later, I knew those schools too, and many of the students, and to this day still bump into them.

The differences between one sex schooling and mixed schooling was in-de-mother-fucking-describe-able.

I shit you not, I have seen both from the inside at various ages from 7 to 17, and the Zambesi and the Thames have more in common, and yes I have seen both of them too.

That “bonding” process I described above, where we all ripped the shit out of each other’s sensibilities and became good friends, didn’t get a fucking look in at mixed school.

Instead of doing some shit because it was badass or it was some sort of school record, you had kids doing stuff to impress the chicks, and suddenly calling your black nigerian friend, who was a prince who had a proper Chamo name, and the closest ingerish sounding name was SamB, so sambo it was, and HE never fucking objected, oh no, other people objected on his behalf, and he would tell them to fuck off and stop hassling his friend, and then they would turn on him….

Hell, have to put my hand on my chest and admit that instead of girls being something you were interested in after school two or three evenings a week, girls become something you start thinking about all day every day, and you find you have to start dealing with guys who are now doing shit to impress some girl….. and you just couldn’t reason with them.

For my own part I recall one of these guys crossed a line with me, a case of petty theft, and so I just went and crossed that line back, with bells on, and this shit hit the fan.

Some time later we have the guy in question, me, and the headmaster in a room, I flatly refused to discuss what happened, so the other boy just spills his guts, truthfully and accurately, but that wasn’t the point.

So the headmaster, who it has to be said was old school, and in fact an old boy from the last school I was at, so he knew EXACTLY where I was coming from, looked me in the eye and said “So basically as far as you are concerned this was a simple case of rough justice that didn’t need to go any further.” and I said “Yes Sir”.

So the head gave me the sack, expelled me, whatever you want to call it, because while me and the other guy both crossed the line, I crossed it harder and further in retaliation, and he went to the authoritahs to complain, and I didn’t, so you can see where this was going and I don’t need to spell out why I was canned and the other guy wasn’t.

Fast forwards 20 odd years, and I run across this guy, his girlfriend at the time, and the chick I was after at the time and didn’t quite get…. the UK just isn’t that big and so on..

He is a complete fat slimeball, even if I have never met him just a photo would have made me go yuck, he is full of loud bravado, hail fellow well met… still a chickenshit grass as far as I am concerned, and his girlfriend at the time, she is there too, twice divorced, managing some wimminz magazine, cruising the room trying to pretend it is 1980 and she still has pert tits and smooth skin and her life ahead of her, and then someone female says “Hey stranger” in my ear, and it is the girl I was chasing but never quite got, she is now “equestrian” and yet again it appears that I am the only man in the room whose cock she has not sucked, so the mildly desperate offer is made and I pass, and I dunno why I keep coming back to these fucking things every couple of years, and I am about to quit and I see a smiling black as the ace of spades face “SAM-BO!!” I yelp and the ripples of shock and stunned silence ripple outwards as he basically picks me up and hugs me… I always forget just how fucking BIG that guy is, even at school he used to tower over me, but he used to tower over the football players too, but BUILT, buck nigger built.

I see Sheila is still after your cock he says, I shudder, hey sam-bo that is no way to greet a guy you haven’t seen for, shit, how long has it been? ten years? never… really? fuuuuuck.

Which brings me right back to the beginning of this story, the dumb ass nigger who put his kid in a commercial tumble dryer… you see I have been to and lived in Africa, and I have been to Sam-bo’s territory too, and there are very very ignorant indigenous native peoples, nota bene, I used the word ignorant, not the word stupid, go check a dictionary if you are not sure of the difference… ignorance is curable.

There are also, some very stupid people amongst those ignorant masses.

You see, Sam-bo and I BOTH went from the same all boys school, to the same mixed school, albeit about 6 months apart… and another tale rests there, because he got there first, but he was black so in those early days of political correctness they couldn’t say much, until his white mate turned up six months later, and he could have a double helping…..  so he says to me with a wide gesture at this lot, the annual reunion for the mixed school, these are the truly stupid my friend, they live in a technological wonderland, water at the turn of a tap, power at the flick of a switch, and they know nothing, what was the americans say, yes, twelve o clock flashers.

I laugh my ass off, he is referring to people whose houses are full of VCR’s and other equipment that is always pulsing 12:00 because they cannot read the manual and set it properly… what could possibly go wrong sticking a live child into a commercial tumble dryer??

They do dumb fucking shit, constantly, because after all that is what they were taught at that second, progressive, mixed school, where it was all about the dynamic of constantly shifting interpersonal relationships, where as, in the first, traditional, all boys school….

Well, readin, ritin, and rithmetik were by far the very least of what we were taught, and older I get the more I realise just how much extra curricular, but civilising, shit we were taught.

I realise just how much of it we were taught by being thrown together and left to civilise ourselves and work out how to live together, because those in charge of the school knew that there was only one true path, and eventually all will find it, or destroy themselves and exclude themselves and be taken out of school or expelled.

I realise that it is not just coincidence that the first all boys school produced vast numbers who went on to be officers in the military, or religious leaders, or any of the practical trades like airline pilots and ship captains and surgeons, as well as all the lower ranks in all those fields, whereas the second school produced vast number of pen pushers who were busy quite literally fucking each others husbands and wives and anything else that moved.

I realise that all the crap schoolboy jokes that started this out will damn me to hell in the modern world, because they will tell me that these are a sure sign that I am something that I am not, e.g. a racist.

I realise that the horror the secret family courts view me with is in fact a very close first cousin to the horror the second mixed school viewed Sam-bo and myself with, the horror that all invertebrates feel for anything with a backbone, and therefore higher up the evolutionary ladder, whether it be a good or bad individual creature, it is still higher up the ladder.

I realise that the first school, and in fact my entire childhood, and the world back then, was a crucible.

THAT, is what this has always been about, I cannot laugh at the stupid nigger who puts his child in a tumble dryer, because that laughter is all a part of the refining process, separating base metals and slag out from ore.

This isn’t about elitism.

It never was, trust me mofo, I WENT TO THESE FUCKING SCHOOLS, there was nothing elite about us, and in the case of some of us we were the very fucking lowest of gutter scrapings.

It was all about processing and refinement, did not matter what went in, a better and improved and more self aware product came out the other end.

Even the fucking lowest of us was refined, and had some trace metals added to make a far better alloy than he ever could have been.

It wasn’t exactly a standard joke, but it was said that at the low end our school would not turn out mere murderers, they would be mass murderers.

Again, this is not about elitism.

This is about COMPETENCE.

Sam-bo, I’ll have him at my back any day of the week, and I believe he would say the same about me still, but those others from that mixed school…. I wouldn’t want to be within 5,000 yards of the useless cunts, because they will attract trouble down on my head.

You can imagine it, all you have to do is keep your fucking head down, keep still, and wait patiently until the Rhino gets bored and moves on, but these petty cunts would be like refugees from some “I am a fucking princess…” celebutard show, and they’d be whining about the humidity and slapping at ants and fucking with an ipod, and if they survived the initial charge and goring it would be whine whine whine about why didn’t ___I___ fucking help, or warn, or save them….

Like the nigger in the video above, IF you are dumb enough to do that, or permit it to happen, the fastest solution is get down, brace your legs, get a two hands on grip, and rip that motherfucking door OFF that machine, even if that doesn’t activate the safety switch, you can get the kid out, and give it cool outside air.

Running around like some useless bitch, THAT is what they were taught at the mixed school.

Sam-bo is about as far as you can get from me, genetically and culturally and socially, only way you could make him and me more different is change the sex of one of us, or make one of us non human.

And yet in that old school reunion we were the closest to each other, because we had both been through the crucible and come of age and become Men…. everyone else was still stuck in self denial and living in 1977… another jubilee year… the more things change, the more they stay the same.

I won’t post it here, but a few days after that Sam-bo sent me an email (hey, you have email he asks me …. you gonna 419 me mofo? lol) with a scanned page from the 1977 yearbook with the usual graduation shit, but also a picture of Shelia and the grass’s girlfriend…. I’m not sure what I ever saw in it/her, and boy, tempus fugit is a stone cold bitch.

May 16, 2012

Don’t come back

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 1:02 am

I am trending towards using “currently playing” as post titles..>;*)

INTERMISSION

I am seeing more and more skanks on PoF not merely coming back with new adverts, but coming back and placing themselves in the “intimate encounter” section rather than the “dating” or “relationship” etc sections.

MAIN FEATURE

Ageing, the process of living and gaining experience and being changed by your experiences.

Sure, we have all seen and heard about older men in their sixties and seventies being with, being able to fuck and even being able to impregnate wimminz who are 20/30/40 years younger than themselves, and therefore reasonably hot by dint of being fertile, but I am scratching my head trying to think of older men who are actively fucking older wimminz…

There is a reason for this, let me explain;

My own story is I spent my forties basically being sexually faithful to two wimminz, one of em mainly, with a couple of one night stands thrown in for good luck, then I got the whole FRA as opening salvo in a separation and child custody battle that went nuclear on day one.

That put a real crimp in my libido, and basically I didn’t fuck for 15 months, then I picked up again and then I discovered PoF, and basically I have spent the past three years fucking almost anything that moved, getting through approximately one new wimminz every two weeks, while keeping others on the back burner etc.

Prior to my forties I really did fuck everything that moved, don’t even ask for numbers because I have no fucking clue, couldn’t even guess to the nearest 50 if my life depended on it.

Now, the purpose of this post.

I cannot ask my father or grandfather because they are dead, but I suspect, genetics being what it is, that since we have so much else in common we will also share a common sex drive.

And I mention THIS because I have found that for the past six months my own sex drive has been, well, “changing” is a good word.

I’m using the word changing, because it has changed in the past, see above for two example, coming out of a fairly steady LTR into a FRA, and the rebound from that.

The “change” I am noticing is that I am seeing less and less wimminz that I want to fuck, dramatically so when we start talking about wimminz past their thirties.

I have one long term FWB who is past thirties but not a lot, and fact is she is very very easy to be with, all that traditional wimminz shit, takes great pleasure in feeding me, picking up after me, hanging out with me, but my urge to fuck her is low… once a week or even once a fortnight would do me.

Meanwhile the slutty skanks in their twenties I could bang all day and night, but lacking a yacht in Monte Carlo I have to be realistic and accept that for many of them I am OLDER than their father and so insufficiently rich to fuck, so most of my wimminz be thirties or early forties, and even then I am noticing that a big part of the find em / fuck em / forget em that is PoF dating is because in the chase stage where they send me pictures of their cunts on my smartphone it is like porn, all good stuff, but having fucked them despite the firmer and fertile flesh the whole porn thing is fucked up by my actual personal knowledge of them… e.g. that one talks about her kid, like I give a fuck, this one thinks that now we are fucking she is entitled to something or me picking up a tab, the other one is fucking untidy and messy…

So it is not that my sex drive has gone down, it is that having purged myself of whatever pent up fucking I had accumulated, and also having learned ever more about the TRUE nature of wimminz, I find it harder and harder to maintain the “porn” mentality that is essential to fuck.

I could show you nekkid pictures of one wimminz that I have been fucking, mid 30’s and never had kids and always looked after herself very carefully, face ain’t bad and the body it has to be said looks every bit as good as any teenagers, albeit up close if you poke and prod not QUITE the same as teen flesh, not quite the same tone or suppleness, but damn close… looks better than many wimmiz who are in porn.

And there I was last week doggy style with my cock in her cunt and her moaning and grabbing the sheets, and I feel myself getting not exactly less hard, but drifting away from that hill you have to get over to come.. you know what I mean there guys… because I am looking down at her very cute ass, and unfortunately I see HER, and start thinking about the things that I now know about HER, as an individual, so I do THAT thing, THAT pose we all know so well.

Lean back, look away from her, look up at the ceiling, pretend she is some other slut that I have not had yet, one of the ones in the production line, and hey presto, we start climbing that hill to orgasm, or rather I do, she sounds like she is having plenty of fun… lol… and so I shoot a load into her cunt… Mission Accomplished.

So, here is the interesting question;

  • How much of this is due to my ageing process physically?
  • How much of this is due to my learning more about the nature of wimminz every day?
  • How much of this is due to my body reacting to less fuckable, less fertile, e.g. older wimminz?
  • How much of this is due to me frankly having fucked so many bitches that all the novelty has worn off?
  • How much of this is due to wimminz themselves constantly evolving attitudes, e.g. the wimminz of 2012 being a lot less fuckable than the wimminz of 2002?

As I said up there, my own father and grandfather are dead, so I cannot compare notes, except what I already know, so I can’t ask direct questions, but I can perhaps take another look at family history, and perhaps now find that certain events have a different meaning for me as I see them from a different perspective.

Now there is one thing missing from the above list of questions.

Between my younger fuck anything days and now, I have discharged by DNA impulse to breed, and thanks to my psycho skank ho ex and the state, been discharged from any responsibility or involvement in the raising of said fruit of my loins.

I think, instinctively, this is the make equivalent to the female ticking womb, and I think in all discussions on mens sites it is overlooked, shit that applies to men that have not yet bred simply does not apply to me, and once that DNA subroutine has been run, what is left is an appreciably DIFFERENT man.

I think, instinctively, I have no actual urge to impregnate any more wombs, not even those inhabiting the most incredibly hot bisexual teen twins, so while there is a holdover from those days that allows me to get a raging hard-on and spend all day and night banging such a pair of twins, the procreation component is entirely missing, ONLY the “porn” element is left.

Which is a death sentence for the wimminz, suddenly whole swathes of what WAS fucking is no longer fuckable, and my standards of how low I will go on that scale (“10”) are rising dramatically.

Case in point, now playing, Suzi Quattro, can the can.

I had this poster

Gotta admit it, I have no idea how often I wanked over that back in the day.

Now, that SAME PIC, not her today, but the same pic, yeah, I’d hit it, but frankly I am not quite sure how I managed to spurt so often and so easily over it, she just ain’t that fucking hot.

What’s changed? Apart from my DNA hard-wiring to procreate?

This is the question I would like to be able to ask my dad and gramps, point to certain events in family history, and ask, do you think maybe you did this, and not that, because you had already fathered my dad / me?

Because I suspect the answer is yes, and I suspect that NONE of this is news to any wimminz, not even the pregnant at 13 ones, there are some things that the wimminz have always been way ahead of the men on.

I think perhaps ALL men vastly under-estimate the biological ability, and therefore URGE, to impregnate many wimminz simultaneously, as a factor in what makes any INDIVIDUAL wimminz sexually attractive to us at any given time.

I know that in my case, in which there was a polyamorous triangle, when one of them got pregnant and then gave birth I lost all interest in fucking her, but took a greater interest in fucking the other one, definitely some BIOS level DNA programming at work there.

I have observed in other where a couple have had three (or more) kids, and where there was clearly no cuckolding, it ALWAYS went one of two ways, either the kids got successively better looking, or successively uglier, like the two sets of DNA were fine tuning the mix, or were going more out of sync, with each subsequent effort.

_IF_ there is a shred of truth in these speculations and observations, then the outlook for society as we know it and nations and economies as we know it is dire indeed, because the current state of family courts means that we are fucking with one side of a BIOS level piece of DNA programming.

We are utterly breaking the system that is designed to keep me around the womb(s) that bear the fruit of my loins, a place where the sexual attractiveness of the wimminz in question is moot, because as the mother(s) of my children I will only see and care about a whole host of other things, all related to child rearing.

Break that “covenant” and not only do I start to question the sexual attractiveness of the mothers of my children, but I start to look at ALL wimminz with a more experienced and jaundiced eye… after all, I HAVE THE FUCKING TIME FOR SUCH THINKING NOW…

I do know that when I look at the mother(s) of my children now, I do not see creatures that are in any way sexual, even though they are still just about fertile, I don’t even see them as “female” except in the pure biological dictionary definition sense.

When you add in the fact that my skank ho ex is a PSYCHO skank ho ex, it is actually a bit of a struggle to see it as a human being, and in truth it is an “it” to me, not a “she”.

While there are many things that the wimminz “get” a zillion times better than men, this, this “decoupling” that I, and presumably many modern men fucked over by the courts and the state, is something that the wimminz are simply hard-wired to never even be able to accept, much less understand.

It is this decoupling, which just happens to have one side effect of whether a particular wimminz is sexually attractive, and if so how much, and in what way, that is going to have such dire consequences for the society and culture and economy and nations as we have known them.

I am not going to even lift a finger to tap a key on a keyboard to benefit, aid, succour, help, support or defend an “it”, nor indeed any niggerz who does.

I do not hate my psycho skank ho ex, I do not even see it as sub-human, I don’t even see it as non-human, after all dogs and other mammals etc. are non human, rather I see it as a tumour, a pestilence, an infection, a biological agent with negative traits.

A “thing” to which I am immune (so I have no urge to cure or cleanse or destroy either) and as such a thing which effectively ceases to exist in my universe.

Now THAT is when your habitat gets trashed by the Cat D9 to make way for a motorway, when you cease to exist in the universe of the workman and engineer who builds and maintains the very structure of society.

We can all simply ignore megadeaths that happen “somewhere else” and the fact is that there is nowhere on the face of the planet more remote than “I don’t give a fuck about you one way or another.”

The stories about Dachau and Auschwitz etc are woefully incomplete, unless you include the stories of the people and society and towns and villages and communities in which they were built, and in which if they were noted at all, it was as a local employer.

 

May 15, 2012

Just a quick anecdotal really

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:29 pm

Because the last thing I want this blog to get to be is to be a link farm for wimminz who have made false rape accusations or a link farm for stories of wimminz outrageous behaviour, a lot of stories I see I just ignore, if that shit interests you you can easily enough find it on your own with a google news feed.

Nevertheless there are some things that I see that interest me, and I wonder if anyone else has noted the same things;

PoF is a great barometer… changes in PoF are changes in wimminz in the real world.

I am seeing greatly increased levels of;

  1. Wimminz PoF adverts stating that they want an industrious and hard working man, in the fucking headline.
  2. Wimminz adverts from Wales.

Wales is one of those places, take away the artificial economic subsidies and it collapses back to its default state, which is with the (coal) pits closed is 90% unemployment.

Lots of wimminz from Wales signing up to PoF is canary in the coal mine shit, they are looking for something they cannot find locally, and that ain’t cock, so it can only be;

  1. A man with a weekly wage packet
  2. A man who doesn’t live in wales, e.g. a way out (of wales)

Shit testing them ( I have zero intention of fucking any of them, welsh bitches are unfuckable because of the accent alone) on subjects such as long distance relationships and the like reveals what can only be “Russian bride” attitudes to the whole subject.

Shit testing them on the subject of my claimed employment also reveals huge attitude changes, to the wimminz who are all of course managers at the very least, the worst job you could have said was something lowly in IT “I fix computers” was an almost guaranteed way to break off contact, a dweeb who was limp and pathetic and who spent all hours with his head under the hood of a computer, not any more, suddenly it sounds like a full time gainfully employed job, but make sure you work for IBM or Microsoft, no self employed MD / CEO of my own business, unless it is IBM, because all these wimminz seeking a way out are managers and owners of their own businesses, and they will not and can not see any disparity between custom (inedible) cup cakes made to order and your 24/7 call out plumbing business…

I have always maintained that as herd animals wimminz are always a lot quicker to sense and change in the wind and react accordingly, if so then here you go, here is another sign, hard times are a coming and the smarter and faster reacting of the wimminz are looking to secure a place with a new stud in a new valley a long ways away from the current one.

Lots of these bitches also have horses, or worse still mini bitches who also have horses.

In the UK if you put 3 horses in an acre (4,000 M2) field before long there will be nothing but mud for the horses to eat and medical issues with hoofs will start to set in, you can rotate 3 horses through two or three one acre paddocks, provided you provide feed, because that tiny amount of land will not feed them.

Storing a week’s feed takes a fair bit of space, then if you have horses you have all the bridles and saddles and tack, which also needs storage space and maintenance space, then you have all your vets bills, because living cooped up in a tiny one acre paddock is completely unnatural for a horse, and the beat goes on, and on…. oh yes, the paddock needs fencing, wood as well as electric, then there is the shit to pick up…

Basically you can run an old motorcycle, say a 70’s SOHC Honda or late Norton or AMF Harley, for what it costs to run one horse, in time and resources and money, so these skank ho’s with two bitch daughters and three horses, you are basically be expected to take on the running costs of three people into old bikes, and their bikes, which is fine, AFTER your own fucking garage is full of classic iron that you play with and ride every day…

No wonder they are looking for hard working men.

May 12, 2012

You can always hear the king call

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 6:48 pm

One of the rules of spammers was that they always defined spam as “that which they themselves did not do…”

This is actually an excellent metric / definition for many other things, totalitarian regime, marxist / leninist / anarcho syndicalist commune, police state.

In every one of these places they will define that appropriate label and “that which we ourselves do not do.”

I have lived and travelled in many places on this planet, many of them were trouble-spots, even if they were not defined as active war zones, either with neighbours or civil, or as being under martial law.

Frankly this is where the money is, but whether by luck or judgement I always managed to not be there when the shit hit the fan, for example I missed Rwanda by less than seven days.

None of them ever, ever, ever defined themselves as what they were, and by and large the majority of the population agreed, when the population doesn’t agree you get revolution and civil war as happened recently in Yugoslavia.

I have seen (foreign white men there only for the work quite often) thrown in “jails” that were little more than cess pits, because a local who never even owned a bike accused the guy in question of stealing his bike, I have seen a man who was sent around the bend by the treatment he had and ended up saluting petrol pumps, I have seen an otherwise normal man who would always pick up ants and put them in his beer, and there were the lucky ones that got out alive and in one piece physically, largely because they were white and their family or company could afford to come up with some payola.

These are the “funny” stories that I can tell over a beer, I could tell other far more grisly stories, I won’t, not here.

Currently I find myself living and working in Runway 51, the country formerly known as the United Kingdom, and speaking as a relative outsider who has travelled and worked in many of the world’s “hotspots” I feel that I am well qualified to look around me and spot when I am living in what is in effect a police state, where I have zero rights and the only way to survive is to fly lower than anyone else.

Jean Charles De Menezes is a nice little example, a man minding his own business, obeying every law in the land, who becomes the subject of mistaken identity, and hour later he has seven bullets in his head (and others elsewhere) because as you know, one 9mm round at point blank range in the brain just ain’t enough, the double tap is the only way to be sure, and in the case of enemies of the state and zombies seven rounds is ideal.

I didn’t see Menezes corpse, but I have seen others that have taken a similar number of handgun rounds to the head from 38 S&W or 9mm Hipower, not because the first didn’t kill them, but because when you hate some fucker and they die on you and you still have some live shells left what the fuck are you supposed to do to burn that adrenaline rush off, and not once did any of them have what could be described as a head left after the fifth round, after that it was just shooting into a pile of gristle on top of the neck.

Typically there are some 3 million children in this country who have been taken away from their father by the state, and this has been “legitimised” by creating the paperwork to do this in the secret family courts, where none of the criminal legal standards of evidence and preponderance of doubt apply, all it takes, all it ever takes, is hearsay, as though the plural of accusation is evidence.

Typically these systems reserve a special hate for those who, when thusly fucked up the ass, refuse to bow down and accept that they did indeed commit some awful crime, and so as a result only those who, against all the odds, continue to protest their innocence are denied all possibility of parole or early release, no matter how much of a model prisoner they actually are.

That which we do not do includes imprisoning innocent men for decades, like South Africa did to Mandela, except we do, the papers are full of people who did 20 years behind bars for always maintaining their innocence, and were ultimately exonerated by DNA evidence.

Evil countries like Russia did this with the gulags, evil countries like North Korea do this, good countries like Israel, the UK, the USA , France, they do not do this, by dint of claiming that such abuses are “that which we do not do”

I could tell you a story about an ex WW2 E boat that used to be moored in a harbour in an island on the western side of Greece, and the guns, which included FN assault rifles and Browning Hipowers, were stored in the local police station when the boat and crew were in port.. when the boat left the crew went to the police station and collected the guns, then hammered up the coast to buy “stuff” in Albania and drop it off in Italy… often chased by the relevant customs boats, exchanging small arms fire and automatic assault rifle fire, when the boat got back to Greece the weapons were handed back and the bullet holes fixed, stuff was often Marboros in cartons of 5,000, but then greed set in and “stuff” started to become the odd bale of grass, and everyone else got greedy to.. I bailed, two weeks later the entire crew were taken and got 25 years in an Albanian jail.

By any metric that I know, I am living in a Police State.

I have not ever been to the mainland USA, and so while on the one hand I cannot speak with authority because of that, the border controls that make me choose to stay out are the border controls of a Police State.

The USA Department for homeland security, which is in country with a population of some 310 million, has ordered 450 million round of hollow point handgun ammo. Clearly there are other supplies / stocks / orders for 5.56, 50 cal etc

5 rounds of 38 S&W or 9mm parabellum reduced human skulls to a mass of minced meat and gristle and bone,  have no direct experience but I suspect 2 rounds of hollow point will do the same job.

I have seen hollow points used on human limbs, I am not a medical doctor, but I do not believe the long term prognosis would have been anything but amputation or death.

Last week I accompanied a good friend of mine to the secret family courts as a McKenzie Friend, I have no legal knowledge to speak of, and I was not there to advise him legally, but a McKenzie is the only way for an outsider to be admitted to secret family court.

My job was to sit next to him for a day and a half with my arm across his shoulders, and every time he twitched too much or drew a breath to speak, I shifted my hand and drove my thumb into his neck, HARD. He still has the bruises.

I took the job because after an earlier hearing he said he felt like he was “..living in a fucking police state”  I leaned forwards, grabbed his jaw, looked him right in the eye and said “You are.”

and continued “And unless you learn to act appropriately, you are going to lose what fucking freedoms and abilities you have left.”

I’m just waiting for us to progress to the point where we start recruiting for the Waffen SS, when that time comes I have a wealth of experience and knowledge to bring to the role of Haupt, none of that fucking feldwebel stuff for me, I have a Google email alert for the local jobs section…

May 10, 2012

RSVP

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 11:53 pm

You are cordially invited to a funeral, you may bring guests, the funeral itself is likely to be yours.

I have readers in the USA, in Oz, in Ecuador, in Latvia, there is a man who, if I were to name him, all of them would have heard of him.

This man is dead, but at one point I used to know him quite well. I do not identify him because if I did it would be like saying “I used to know Elvis”, suddenly whatever message I wanted to get across would be lost in the noise of those wanting to know about Elvis, and those who said I was lying.

Nor do I mean “I knew that man, but he never heard of me”, I mean he used to call me by my given name and look me in the eye.

All of you who know his name, which is all of you, will identify him with certain things, and while those things are more or less true, they are incidental to the man I knew, and incidental to the things he actually wanted other people to stop and think about.

I could say many things, tell many stories, all of them involving names that many of you will have heard of, it’s not so surprising really, once you are in a trade and place to intersect with the lives of one well known person, you are by definition where other well known persons hang out, so for example a plumber / hairdresser / landscaper / pool designer / etc will tend to have zero famous clients, or many.

What you will, or should, learn from such stories is that all of these people can tell stories, and all of the stories are unpleasant, and all the unpleasant stories involve ruthless people.

The reason the man I started this with is known to you all for what he is known, and not for the things that he wanted people to think about, is ruthless people.

In effect ruthless people offer fame and fortune if you dance to the tune, if Elvis wants to sing the blues and act badly in films that is great, if Elvis wants to talk about unions and workplace politics well, we can always get someone else to be Elvis, someone who wants to be famous and rich.

Ruthless people make it tough for an honest politician to make a living, even a poor living, same for investigative journalists, or a passionate doctor, or any field of human endeavour you can to name.

Ruthless people are the reason I can go to very poor countries and buy kidneys, corneas, skin, all sorts of shit from live donors… live donors who are exploited for their relative ignorance and economic hardship… “You want ten years wages for that kidney?” is a persuasive argument.

Of course there are some organs nobody would donate, I only have one liver, one heart.. but to ruthless people, well, there is a market for everything.

Six Olympic games ago, a man whose name you will not know, told me about a conversation he had with a friend of his whose name you ought to know, one late Haile Selasse, that some of his people were falling prey to such ruthless people, the irony being that the trafficked “live organs” ended up in Miami, in the expensive and exclusive clinics of Jewish doctors, most of whom were allegedly unaware of the extent of persuasion behind the donor organs in question.

To someone with the ability to pay (in 1980’s millions) in cash a couple of million dollars to anyone who can arrange a suitable donor heart, and who has only months to live, maybe asking a load of questions about persuasion is like the wannabe Elvis wanting to sing about unions and corruption…. listen kid, you want this gig or not? if not there are plenty others out there who do…. so say the ruthless people.

Ruthless people.

The thing is, they aren’t that ruthless, not really.

They are just “well, if I did not do this, someone else would.”

Selling life insurance policies or double glazing or jehovas witnesses door to door or cold calling on the phone, hey, everyone has to earn a crust, and if they didn’t do it, someone else would.

Parking wardens, family court lawyers, everyone has to earn a crust.

DV cops, prison guards, everyone has to earn a crust.

Predator drone pilots, Obama’s re-election committee, everyone has to earn a crust.

Hedge fund managers, bankers, corporate tax avoidance lawyers, everyone has to earn a crust.

The man I started this post out with, a poster boy for everyone has to earn a crust, the man I knew was just lonely and alone and scared and hurting inside, but that wasn’t marketable and you’d never have heard of him.

The drug dealers refrain that they are just supplying a need, not creating it, is true, everyone has to earn a crust, nevertheless, it is not a trade that leaves the society locally a better place than it finds it, it has a cost.

Everything has a cost, and everyone has to earn a crust is just outsourcing as much of that cost as possible.

I am too old to be drafted, my boy kids are too young, neither of those is going to change for a few years, and by then it won’t matter.

Paybacks are however a stone cold bitch…

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May 9, 2012

what wimminz want, part 107,345

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 8:35 pm

One of the reasons I like PoF is because you simple cannot argue with the numbers.

There is nothing more impersonal and unbiased than a machine that simple tabulates that at this instant there are nearly 400k people online and roughly half of them are female, and when asked to pick ten favourite etc this is what all tens of millions of wimminz who are members chose.

This is what wimminz SAY they want, and do not want, to talk about, where they like to go for dates, what sort of meals they like, and, favourite ways of being flirted with… this is what wimminz say TO A FUCKING MACHINE FROM THE PRIVACY OF THEIR OWN COMPUTERS, when asked.

I want to make that point, this is not what I say the wimminz say, or angry macbastard or mike misogynyst or any such crap, this is what WIMMINZ say they want / like / don’t like etc.

Women’s Top Ten Favorite
Conversation Topics 1. Hopes and aspirations
2. Hobbies/interests in general
3. Music
4. Dreams
5. Romance
6. Friends
7. Travel
8. Vacations
9. Movies
10. Entertainment		 Women’s Top Ten Least Favorite
Conversation Topics 1. Politics
2. Other dates
3. Past relationships
4. Science fiction
5. Religion
6. Celebrities
7. Science
8. Antiques
9. Money
10. History
Women’s Top Ten Date Picks 1. Restaurant
2. Taking a romantic walk
3. Park
4. Coffee shop
5. Live music
6. Comedy Club
7. Zoo
8. Bowling or Playing Pool
9. Amusement Park
10. Movies		 Top Ten Restaurant Types for a Date 1. Casual dinner
2. Pub
3. Retro bar with live music
4. French cuisine
5. Ethnic
6. Pizza place
7. Western
8. Salad bar
9. Sushi bar
10. Family dinner
Women’s Top Ten Favorite Ways to Have Someone Flirt with Them
1. Talks about things she likes or dislikes, making comments and showing interest
2. Displays concern for her, her feelings and well-being
3. Shares jokes or amusing anecdotes with her
4. Compliments her on her screen name, attitude, personality and appearance
5. Sends her special/cute email messages
6. Makes an effort to contact her in some form most every day
7. Chats with her when you are online at the same time
8. Discusses seriously the traits she desires in a partner
9. Shows her your daring or mischievous side
10. Emails her greeting cards, gifts, pictures songs or fun attachments

Got that?

Cool, because if you follow that list to the letter and pursue your PoF wimminz with this as your bible, you will never ever get laid, not even by the frighteningly ugly obese bitch who smells of piss and shit… you will be too beta to fuck.

If, however, you wipe your ass with that list and make a point of doing the opposite of everything it says, you will get laid a lot, and never spend another dime on your dates either.

Wimminz, everything they do, think or say is a shit test….

May 7, 2012

Where have all the flowers / good men / leaders gone?

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 1:32 pm

Shades of a song from around about the late sixties / early seventies.

It is also a common refrain on PoF, “where are all the good men?”

and in shades of mystery theater I of course respond out loud to these insane, narcissistic and delusional wimminz profiles, “What the fuck do you have to attract a good man? you’ve had more cock than a hungry fox, you are waaaay past fertile age, because you are waaaay past fertile age nature has discarded whatever looks you once had, what the fuck else is there? Your wondrous personality? The pleasure of your fucking company?!“

Fuck you cards.

and in other news the French and the Greeks are laying places at the table for the arrival of the Archduke Ferdinand, and the main course is the Euro, as toast.

“Balkanisation” is a word that has entered our lexicons (or those of us old enough to go to school back when schools actually provided an education, as opposed to turning out mindless sheeple) and yet it is also a historical word that came from fragmentation leading to war, and yet we are seeing the balkanisation of various regions, including, err, the balkans, and Turkey (the Evil Penis should comment on this) is feeling its oats.

It is no coincidence that our political leaders have rendered themselves unelectable, in parallel with our wimminz rendering themselves unfuckable, both, lest we miss the point, are STAGGERINGLY difficult to achieve, human nature being what it is.

In more local cyber news I’m am getting scads of hits from Black Girls On Line, at first I though this was due to my liberal use of the word niggerz (as opposed to niggers) but quite by chance a black girl I know uses that site and commented to me that in actual fact it was more to do with what others have written, that the great social experiment that has been performed on white family and social life was of course first performed on black family and social life, so in some ways the black chicks are the canary in the coal mine… they have gotten to the end of doubling down and are at the jumping out of 6th floor windows stage, which is what a wimminz in Greece has just done as her state mcjob just dried up.

Which brings us back to the PoF wimminz and unfuckability.

One of the reasons I like this particular black chick is she never bullshitted me, I knew right off that she was nothing but a hypergamy / gold digger / user in female form, and she knew right off that I knew, and I knew she knew etc.

There has never been the slightest hint of sexual anything between us, rather it is like being able to IM Goebbels, or Breivik, through a secret tor proxy that nobody can trace, sometimes you can have interesting conversations with a mongoose, just because they are a mongoose and you and not, and so you have a different take on the world.

She admitted that for wimminz EVERY SINGLE TIME THEY FUCK, it is a fantasy in their head, and the reality is therefore always different.. they know it is a fantasy, and the way to get laid is to not do anything to force the wimminz in question to confront that fantasy… after wards of course she will come off the dopamine high and brand you another player and shift all the blame on to you, the next stage in her fantasy life, like all the PoF wimminz, the see their lives as fantasy books, who knows what exciting shit will happen over the page or in the next chapter.

Which brings is to GAME.

You see I have known this black chick for some 17 years now, long before I met the psycho skank ho ex, and she said something very interesting in last night’s conversation, which went on until the week hours of this morning.

As I have said before, I don’t consider myself to have game or be an alpha or anything else, I am just me, and I know how wimminz work, even if I can get blindsided by wimminz that are too close to me… but last night we were discussing addiction, because she smokes cheroots, and I used to, so I smoked about 10 of hers, and I am an ex smoker.

Which of course caused her to comment.

I replied that in my experience;

  1. when you spark up, you get a steep rise in whatever, and then it tails off slowly.
  2. it is the steep rise, eg change, that you crave, so the second one is craved long before the first has tailed off to baseline
  3. so each subsequent hit is less satisfying, but more important to keep those levels topped up and not be tailing off
  4. this, I say to her, is addiction
  5. my secret is I know that even after not smoking for six months, I want that next smoke just as much as I want one right now, so beating an addiction is just a series of denial strategies, in my case NEVER BUY YOUR OWN, shades of the ants post a day or so ago.
  6. so in fact, me having the odd smoke, a form of self torture, is my way of testing myself and reminding myself, I am picking at a scab.
  7. the analogy I gave her is the alcoholic going into a pub and drinking an orange juice and then walking out, if you can do that then you are in control of the addiction, if you are afraid to go in the pub in case you weaken then it controls you, and you know it.

So she just looks at me for 15 seconds or so, and says “See, that the thing, you always did have this game thing, because you always did know who and what you were, and that is the game thing that makes the wimminz want to fuck you, they want some of that to rub off, and they know you are strong enough to not mess with their fantasy while they are fucking you.”

I had to raise my eyebrows, but I could not find fault with her argument, and then we got one of those moments where I justify spending time with the odd mongoose and shooting the shit.

This is a Ghana chick who has sucked and fucked her way through white men to make a crust, so she is like all mongooses smart and streetwise.

“This the problem with the politicians and the economy” she says

Now I am intrigued and perk up, I can tell this is going to be one of those valuable mongoose insights.

“These politicians” she says “they don’t have that game, these economists, business leaders, they don’t have game, and the people, the people they know this, so they people fuck with them, the people have no respect, the people lie and cheat the state”

“Like you” I say.

“Yes” she says “I lie and cheat the state, and the economy, and my employer, and my white boyfriend, I do this because I know I can”

and then we got the pure mongoose gold

“I don’t know I can because you know what I am doing and do not care because you are strong enough to protect yourself, I know I can because you do not want to deal with what I am, because you cannot protect yourself without changing yourself.”

“My white boyfriend, he wants this body, if he fix himself and get strong he will not want this body, and he think he will be alone, so he don’t fix himself and he fuck this body twice a week and I call him massa and he give me money and place to live, and state give me money, and work give me money, and when this body get worn out and white men not want to fuck it any more I go back to Shama and live like old queen, never work again, never go hungry again.”

“This what wrong with europe,” she says, “nobody got this game, so peoples and wimminz and everybody only interested in themselves, nobody to respect, nobody to punish them when they do wrong, everyone be lying and stealing and cheating.”

“No way to fix this” she said.

I stole another one of her cheroots and smoked it, and asked the mongoose a question.

“Why are you here kuku? I mean why are you here in this house with me, why do you come and visit me? We don’t fuck, I don’t give you money, here I am stealing your cheroots… lol”

She said “Because here with you I do not have to pretend, do not have to keep the face on in case my boyfriend walk in the door, in case my boss walk in the room, here I am me.”

By then it was 3 am and she left, leaving me one cheroot as a going away present, which I shall smoke shortly… as she walked out the door she said something that resonated within me, even though I have known her for the best part of 20 years.

She said she always says good bye to me, because she never knew if we would meet again, and that did not matter, but it did matter that our last words to each other were always… and she said something african that equates to fare thee well or vaya con dios etc.

Pure mongoose gold.

Because it struck me between they eyes, I do not say “Hello, how are you” to any of my skank ho PoF sluts, nor do I say “Take care, be good” when we part, it’s more like the “greeting” you give when you sit down next to a stranger on the bus or train, and again when you get up to leave at your stop.

Our bosses and politicians and leaders are much the same, ships that pass in the night and nobody gives a fuck…. just like my PoF bitches.

There is no investment, no weight, no importance given to parting, or to meeting again, and if we never see or hear from that person again, shrugs, so what, maybe in 2020 we can sit down and idly wonder, whatever happened to Steve Smith?

If there is no weight given to wanting to part on good terms, and hoping that if we meet again it will be on good terms, and you will have been well while you were away, then why bother with any of the artifice of civilisation?  Why not just be a mongoose, or a Goebbels, or a Brevik.

and actually that is it, it is only the civilising influence of parting on good terms and hoping when we meet again all has been well with you that ever stopped us all from becoming mongooses or Goebbels or Breviks.

Where have all the good men / leaders / politicians / flowers gone?

They all died of apathy and neglect.

It is now a little late to be mourning their passing.

 

 

 

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May 6, 2012

Money makes the world go round…

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 1:44 pm

For 20+ years now I have been saying that money is not everything, but it is a damn good lubricant… if you have enough everything slips along beautifully, if you do not have enough things start to grind to a halt and break under frictional stresses.

A large part of this trick is of course to make sure that the amount of money you require to live every week is strictly controlled, and to KNOW that amount and live within it.

I am currently in a very fortunate position, I refused to buy (back when I was married) because house prices were frankly insane, little terraced houses going to significant fractions of a million pounds, e.g. one fifth, not one fiftieth, which always prompted me to ask the seller “where is the fucking island and helipad?”

To be sure the EU economic crisis is all about households and individuals who have completely lost sight of the value of money, and no, I don’t blame the bankers for offering interest only self certified liar loans any more than I blame the local drug dealer for offering the first rocks of crack for the price of a beer… nobody made you greedy fuckers take it and start acting like there would be no tomorrow and the real bill would never arrive.

To be sure there is therefore a majority of the herd who will vote for anyone who claims that not only is the emperor well dressed, but next week there will be a whole new line of clothes out, come on down….

I have heard “property owners” and “buy to let landlords” say in my presence that the problem is all the people like me, who do not own property, and even suggesting that we should not get the vote, and when I ask them to show me their property deeds (they cannot, they are held by the true owner of the property, the lenders) they look at me like I am speaking to them in Greek.

Greece always was a funny place, geopolitically it sat astride both east and west and northern and southern cultures, and historically made much of its money from being on those trade routes, but apart from that it only ever had tourism, I lived in Greece for a couple of years, the land there is something and Icelander would turn his nose up at, farming wise… but when I was there every family in Greece was receiving some 3,000 Euros a month from the EU for having a patch of land with some stunted olive trees sat on it… again if you live there and see how little fucking olive oil a hectare of olive trees will produce, and this is AFTER you irrigate the shit out of them, it will come as no surprise that the only cash crop the land is capable or producing is a farming subsidy.

A bit like most of the buy to let landlords, the only cash crop their few square meters of land can produce is a state rent subsidy for their tenants… but again the housing tends to monocultures, to serve the biggest rent payer about, the state, everything is either two bedroom flats, or three bedroom houses, or multiple occupancy which means either bedsits or so called one bedroom flats with the cooking area at one side of the living area and a tiny separate bathroom and bedroom, there is no traditional spread of styles and sizes and types of property.

The place I live in now is rented, and it suits me very well indeed, but you couldn’t sell it to me for 1 red cent more than the land value, because it would be easier, cheaper and faster to pull it down and rebuild from new than it would be to fix up properly… and this is solely because the DIY landlord doesn’t know dick about property maintenance… an incredibly common scenario.

Which brings us to demographics, there are so many broken homes and separated / divorced couples, that by and large we have;

  1. Wimminz and kids in a house on a mortgage, subsidized by the state and the father of the kids who bought the house but got kicked out for alleged domestic violence and sexual abuse when she wanted to move on to cocks new.
  2. Wimminz and kids in a house or flat owned by a private landlord but paid for by state benefits, because the man in question did not own a house when his psycho skank ho got all medieval on him.
  3. Wimminz and kids in a house or flat owned by the state.
  4. Widows living alone in houses that may be rented, may be owned, may be council houses, been there for 20 years..
  5. Some married and co-habiting couples.
  6. Loads of single men, from 1/2/3, often living in one room bedsits, and paying monies to the skank ho ex for child support etc.
  7. The very young and students, all living in shared accommodations.

Things have actually gotten so bad with the public purse that in the UK the state simply will not pay anything towards any non shared accommodations for the single person if that person is below 35 years of age.

Nota bene, skank ho single mummy is not and can never be a “single person” so always goes to the front of the accommodations queue.

So if you are a man and under 35 not only does the state have no obligation to house you, it does not even have any legal obligation to pay any money at all towards your accommodations, should you desire anything more than a bedsit.

Bedsits have their place, to be sure, but there is a reason it has been literally impossible to get home contents insurance for any shared accommodation (e.g. bedsits and everything else where you do not have your own front door key) plus as it is essentially a financial niche, see buy to let landlords, basically all the bedsits are a fucking disgrace, if you have mice they will be wearing overalls and wiping their feet on the way out to get the cockroach crap off.

Which, all being about money, makes things interesting in a “democratic” society every time everything is subject to a popularity contest, those wholly or partly dependent on state handouts, the single skank ho mummies and the buy to let landlords, essentially control the vote.. it does not exactly technically make for a “rotten borough“, but damn close.

Which is where we come in, and skank ho single mommies on PoF.

So far in 2012 I have seen a huge swing, from zero to perhaps 25% of all profiles, the skank ho’s are filtering out all the deadbeat dads by the simple expedient of stating that any man who wants to date (fuck) them must have his own home and car.

Which is all gravy to me, but is fucking murder on most of my male friends, who fall into two broad categories;

  1. Deadbeat dads who can no longer afford a car, so they live in some dump, often a bedsit or teensy tiny “flat” that used to be one third of a family house with a cooker and sink against one wall of the “lounge”, and a tiny bedroom and even smaller bathroom.
  2. Deadbeat dads who still run a car or motorcycle, so they live in some caravan or dump a few miles outside of town.

In both cases they are deadbeat dads simply because they are still paying a large wad of cash every week to the psycho skank ho ex, who is living in what USED to be their house, but has changed from a repayment mortgage to an interest only one… lolol

As a society, this means that the only ones who have a real voting voice that can effect change, are the very ones living off the fat of the land as parasites and contributing nothing; and THIS is exactly the case in Greece (where I lived for a couple of years) Spain (where I lived for a few years) Italy (where I lived for a year) and Ireland (where I have never been) .

Which is why the EU economies are so fucked.

The skank ho’s on PoF can clearly, by their shifting attitudes, see the writing on the wall, but being wimminz all they can come up with is doubling down on the same old shit, still keeping one or more deadbeat dads as paupers, still taking the state handouts, but also wanting AS WELL some new cock to open their wallet and support them.

Locally here in the UK, we just recently got out from under New Liebor, who totally fucked everything, not just economically, but socially too, and yet after a short period or Cuntservative and Unionist party rule, who were such niggerz they never did anything different, in the next lot of local elections New Liebor have made back much of the ground they lost.

This, my friends, is an “electorate” that is acting is desperation.

This, my friends, is an “electorate” largely composed of wimminz and their niggerz.

Wimminz got the vote, many deadbeat dads like my male friends still have the vote, but sadly their vote doesn’t count for shit any more.

Follow the fucking money, while it lasts.

*THIS* is why buying gold metal and shit won’t work, you will still have to share your town with all these wimminz and niggerz when the state tit dries up, fuck affdiggastan, your local problems will be due to local wimminz and niggerz doubling down.

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