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May 5, 2012

Quick reference card for PoF etc

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , — wimminz @ 11:36 pm

Here, by request, is a quick reference card for the wimminz.

Ignore it at your peril.

Attribute

Nice

Kinky Slut

Run away

Nail varnish

None / Clear

Black / Dark

Red

Lipstick

None / Clear

Dark

Red

Earrings

None/ Small

Small & >1 per ear

Big / Hoopy / Dangly

Tattoos

None

DIY

Visible

Piercings

None

1 nipple / tongue

Cunt / Face / 2 nips / belly

Hair

Long classical

Medium length

Short / pigtail / bangs / lopsided cut

Job

Estate agent / Sales

Nurse / Manager / Carer

Social / Cop / Teacher

Pet

Dog / Fish

Dog / Rabbit / Hamster

Horse / Cat / Birds / small dogs

Music

Not fussy

Loves rock

Hates rock

Vehicle

Classic and cheap

Non driver

People carrier / sports / jap bike

Ants

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 1:06 pm

If you have left *any* food out, say some grains of sugar from making hot drinks, the odd breadcrumb tucked away in the corner, and an ant finds it, he will make his way back to the nest leaving a chemical trail.

The more ants follow and reinforce that chemical trail, the stronger it gets and the more ants follow it, it isn’t a conscious thing, it is a very very simple robot following very simple yes/no rules.

Which is why it is hilarious to watch a grown man swearing at ants that have invaded his kitchen and swearing at them as though their invasion was a conscious and deliberate act that was set against his karma.

I told him, you now have to pick up EVERYTHING, kettle, soap dishes, microwave, every last thing, off every flat surface in the kitchen, and every flat surface, edge, nook and cranny needs to be blitzed with soap and water and then with some sort of chemical mask, which can be a citrus based cleanser or an ant / crawling insect killer if it is not a food preparation surface, as this is the ONLY way, you have to eliminate every single ant / messenger there now, to prevent any new chemical trails being laid, and you have to totally eradicate all traces of every chemical trail that is there now, and since you cannot sense them, that means surgically cleaning every fucking thing.

There is no other way to win.

I have talked before about how it is easy to see large numbers of very simple and very dumb actors obeying some very simple rules, and think that surely the overall effects and outcomes MUST be the result of some sort of directed and possibly enemy action… the ants are INVADING your kitchen, so there must be an invasion plan, a general, right….

No, no more than MRSA or the common cold has a plan.

The flipside of this is that my friend’s extermination campaign was not seen as genocide by the any colony, it didn’t even register.

The ants were not taught a lesson by being eradicated, they will always keep questing at the borders of the accessible and cleanable bits of his kitchen, and the very next time they find some breadcrumbs and sugar they will be back in force overnight.

Not because they are an enemy who never ceases to attack and probe, but because they are a simple rule based system that exists to probe for exploits.

So, if you can’t teach them a lesson, all you can do is live a life of eternal vigilance, always keep your kitchen clean, if you make a mess or spill anything, always clean it up, and since ants will go for such minute amounts of stuff in the most remote corners, this means in practice wiping down and cleaning the kitchen every day and after every single use, even a light use like making a hot drink.

Being a good mate, I helped my mate to blitz his kitchen, and 15 minutes later we were done and sitting down with a coffee, and that is when he said something.

“Fucking ants remind me of my ex…..”   mmmm? I grunted “… bitch never misses an opportunity to cause problems with the kids, nothing is too trivial to make  a big issue out of and go whining back to the courts or police that I have been doing something I shouldn’t or not doing something I should have.”

“Well..” I said “… the answer is looking you in the face mate… blitz the place and eradicate her and whatever tools she uses, eg the kids, from your life totally, and remain vigilant”

He went all quiet and I was wondering if I had gone too far with the red pill for this guy, but some seconds later he looks up and says “it will never end will it, not if she is left to her choices, I will still be here in 2025 taking it up the ass from the bitch.”

Nothing needed to be said at a red pill moment, so I just looked at him.

Like the ants, that shit NEVER gets old for the wimminz, it is hard-wired into them, and to be sure it had a place in survival terms back in the cave.

The Dutch have a lot of interesting words, one of them when spoken sounds like “millinuker” and if translated it means “ant fucker” but it actually means someone who will fuck around and obsess with even the tiniest details.

A bit like an ex wife who knows the man has to drive 45 miles through traffic to drop off and collect the kids every 4th weekend, but still expects him to pull up outside her door at precisely 18:00 hours on a Friday, no earlier and no later, and again at 17:00 hours on a Sunday, no earlier and no later… no arriving 15 minutes early and waiting in your car outside, go wait somewhere else asshole.

Then even if you are on time, to the second, there is still room to be had for an argument in parking on the wrong side of the road, or with the car facing the wrong way to the street door has to be opened and not the pavement door, or some fucking thing.

So, I could see my friend was wavering, and that quite soon that habit of doing the right thin and loving his kids and being there for them  and being a dad and being a real man would win out…..

So I got all Zen on his ass.

“You know S****, come 2025 when your youngest is 16 and free to make his own choices, what do you want him to have seen?

  1. A man who has been on his knees and taken it up the ass from mummy every 4th week for 13 years.
  2. A cipher, an enigma, an unknown.”

It’s the whole zen thing about removing the obstacle that the opponent is fighting against.

Like I told him, I have seen many kids that knew nothing about their dad except mum’s badmouthing (which may or may not have been justified) literally go half way around the world to find their biological father.

Never seen a kid who saw daddy one weekend in four grow up to give a fuck about them or see them as anything except mummy’s bitch.

YMMV

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May 4, 2012

Codename “Bitch”

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 7:58 pm

In a recent post in a recent thread over at The Spearhead (link on right) poster “Lara” had this to say;

Men should be content to have one nice looking, pleasant personality woman in their lives. If they are really alpha maybe they can bump that up to one or two more. I don’t like this idea that they always need something new.

Well thanks for that Lara, and fuck you very much.

But this is worth dissecting, because wimminz often unwittingly say what they mean, not what they want us to hear, for example wimminz on PoF often type that they are looking for men, when they want us to hear they are looking for a man…

Lara is in fact saying the following things;

  1. That all men should be content to have one, self proclaimed, nice looking pleasant personality wimminz in their lives, not their bed, their lives, so this can be a mother, a boss, a sister, all will do.
  2. That truly alpha males, as judged by wimminz, may be able to up this to two or more, a nice mom AND a nice boss.
  3. That no man should be allowed to move on to pastures / wimminz new.
  4. What she did NOT say, anything at all about wimminz who are honest or loyal or true to their word, or indeed sane.

I, however, have a different set of rules.

  1. _I_ decide what is a good looking wimminz.
  2. _I_ decide what is a pleasant personality wimminz.
  3. I will not allow ANY wimminz who is not both pleasant and sane anywhere in my life.
  4. I will make a temporary exception to rule 3 from time to time, at my sole discretion, for the purposes of fucking some skank ho.
  5. I will not allow any wimminz to put her value judgements upon me in any way that affects my life… hold an OPINION of me if you like bitch, but keep it to yourself.
  6. Actually living a life with a set of values that opposes everything these wimminz would wish upon men is reason enough, eg being contrary to wimminz wishes is always the smart choice.
  7. AWALT, no such things as unicorns or dragons or wimminz who are honest and loyal and true to their word.

Bottom line is the home truth that everyone is trying to avoid giving voice to is this.

ONE – a small minority of wimminz who are fertile and sexually attractive can enjoy, for a decade or so, the pull on a man’s strings awarded by that fertility and sexual attractiveness.

TWO – for all other wimminz, you better be pleasant company and a good housekeeper or a fucking heiress, because you have sweet fuck all else to offer a man.

Lara, and her ilk, talking shit like she is actually worth anything to a man, is a lot like the bankrupt bankers and their ponzi schemes talking shit like their plans or pieces of paper are actually worth anything to a man… the idea is to distract you from stopping to consider the real basis of what is at the heart of the subject, and waste you time and energy arguing about the colour of the curtains.

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The Gold standard, and wimminz hate on alphas too…

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 1:38 pm

I want to start by discussing something that at first might appear to be off topic for this blog.

The price of gold metal.

I see a lot of otherwise intelligent people, some of them bloggers, a couple of them linked to from this site, still going on about gold metal (as opposed to paper gold) being the only fucking hedge against the impending financial crash worth a damn etc.

For my sins, I have seen, first hand, places and times where the rule of law and economics totally broke down, it is anything but fucking pretty, and any survival hopes that I have, or advantage that I have, is that having been there in the past the pump is primed in my case, and I will revert to savagery quicker than most anyone else around me, and for these otherwise sensible people who are advocating buying gold metal, let me tell you this;

  • You can’t eat gold.
  • You can’t TRADE gold for anything, unless there is TRADE.
  • In the collapse environment, there is no TRADE

Let me give you an example, we do not have to go back to 1914, nor do we have to go to affdiggastan, we can stay right here in Europe and just 20 years ago, one human generation, when Yugoslavia collapsed into civil war.

In yugo in 1992, the reality on the ground was;

  • If you actually were worth shit as a survivalist, you had already left, AT WHATEVER PERSONAL, SOCIAL OR FINANCIAL COST.
  • If you actually held any gold metal, since TRADE was suspended in favour of might is right, you could have traded that gold metal for lead metal, or maybe just a steel blade.
  • Nobody WITH anything that you wanted to purchase with your gold is interested in trading what they have for your gold.
  • Merely toting that gold you may as well as have had a neon sign made up, “Asshole, come and fuck me up”

You see that much prized gold metal is only of any interest to anyone who is both completely ruthless, and who also has a sufficiently effective and efficient small army to make it through to the other side of whatever.

The reality on the ground is that by far the most valuable things in such circumstances are;

  • Enough potable water to slake your thirst
  • Enough edible food to slake your hunger
  • Some place/method/plan to keep your head down for the next 8 hours

___ANYTHING___ and ___EVERYTHING___ else is mere currency that can be used to trade for these things, and having been there and seen this shit first hand, let me tell you girls, access to your cunt won’t buy any of those three things above.

So buying gold metal is just an exercise in self denial and helping yourself to sleep at night by convincing yourself that you have done what you can to ensure your survival, while confusing survival with prosperity, which everyone who has NOT seen this shit first hand does.

… which brings me neatly into wimminz and their obsessions…

Back when my own FRA kicked off, I turned around to a favourite lesbian female that I know well and asked the sixty four thousand dollar question, why is this bitch doing this to me? does she really hate me that much? what did I do to make her hate me this much?

To which I was answered, in order, you poor man, you really do know nothing about the wimminz do you, she is doing it to you because the penny has finally dropped that she can never control you, she doesn’t hate you, she is obsessed with you, and the penny has dropped that she can never control you.

This is not an intellectual thing, or a logical thing, or even an emotional thing, but a visceral lizard brain thing, if she cannot have you to play with and control then she must destroy you, and buddy, just because for YOU five years have passed and you have gotten on with your life and forgotten her, for HER it is as fresh as vinegar in a paper cut, that shit never gets old for the wimminz.

 

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May 3, 2012

wimminz be stupid

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 1:58 am

Wimminz all talk / gossip to each other, but they forget that everyone else does it too…

Case in point, I live in a small town, I have travelled a lot but my “roots” are around here, in the sense that my family history is tied in to local history, from the simple stuff like “you see those huge trees growing around the church? My grandfather planted them all” to entries in the Domesday book.

I don’t have to go very far outside my front door to meet someone who can say, “know you, knew your father, knew your grandfather too come to that” (although with age these are getting few on the ground now) and that means that up until more or less the 1960’s when there was a lot of immigration from other parts, everywhere around here was a LOT smaller, and everyone knew everyone else.

My psycho skank ho ex, she isn’t from around here, she is one of those johnny come lately immigrants from the big shitty, she has exactly zero roots or family here.

This has two effects that she is apparently unaware of.

1/ Chances are if you try and tell someone what a complete bastard I am, they have known of my family and possibly know me or at least of me, since I was a small boy in short trousers scrumping apples.

2/ Chances are there isn’t a lot you yourself can do, without it being seen and gossiped about by those same people…. who will tie this actual witnessed behaviour of yours in with your claims of what sort of person I am, and find “discrepancies” between the person you claim to be, and the person you claim I am.

To be sure, some people will listen to you, notably those paid to do so, the social workers, the child welfare workers, the family law solicitors (again, a lot of whom are immigrants to the area since the 60’s) but notably NOT anyone with roots here.

However, when you try to tell someone what a bastard I am to wimminz, and the person sat next to you at the next table is someone who is an ex of mine from way back when, and she is there meeting her friend, who is the sister of someone who is currently my fave friend with benefits and who I have been banging for a year plus, who between them can probably name at least six other wimminz who I have been with, and who can definitely name my ex wife, because they used to live six doors down as kids, expect a lot of discussion about YOU when you leave the cafe.

Furthermore, as both these wimminz at this next table not only know me, but know everyone else in this town, there is not a lot of mileage to be gained by trying to paint yourself as some sort of victimised lonely princess, because between them they can probably name 50% of the cocks you have ridden since deciding to split up with me and alienate my kids…. and they will note that you have not managed to get any local cock, but only immigrant cock, and piss poor quality immigrant cock at that.

Furthermore, both these wimminz also have kids, and as there are only three local schools of any size, yeah, you guessed it, their kids play in the same playgrounds as the kids you are trying to alienate from me.

The bottom line here, is that you being, to quote the Stranglers, a peasant from the big shitty, you literally have no idea how living in each others pockets and knowing everyone else’s business locals are around here… a factor when growing up that can be extremely annoying for a young lad trying to sow his oats, or get served a beer underage, or any of the other stunts a kid does.

Everyone KNOWS the houses from whose windows could be heard screaming and shouting and the odd police car arriving and the next day someone had a black eye or walked favouring a limp, and the houses from whose windows could be heard ohgodohgoddon’tstopgiveittomeharder and there is little point claiming to be from one, when everyone knows you are from the other.

Perhaps the dumbest thing of all, is when you tell the other wimminz sat with you at your table, your neighbour,  what a bastard your ex (me) is, just because that wimminz does not know you are fucking her husband on the side when she is on a late shift, does not mean nobody else in the cafe is aware of this….

They just don’t care much, because the neighbour in question, and her husband, like you, are foreigners.

Robbie Burns – Oh the gift that God would give us, to see ourselves as others see us…

 

 

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May 1, 2012

By the river’s dark

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 4:21 pm

It’s a Cohen song

http://youtu.be/eA3sBuolUkA

But the point, the point isn’t even the song, the lyrics, the fact that it is one of some 40,000 on the mp3 jukebox… don’t get me started on quality or audiophiles, nothing in less than 192kbit/sec, and my home is not an anechoic chamber, it sits on a main road opposite a major railway line and river all within 100 metres.

The fact is that I sit directly in front of my Giant flat screen TV / Media centre PC monitor, at just the right height.

To either side, again at just the right height, and just the right position left and right for the ideal stereo image. and on solid granite bespoke stands sit my old but trusty 1981 Technics speakers, fed by the trusty old 1980 Sony tuner, playing sounds that could date anywhere from the fifties through classical to current shit.

On the coffee table are two laptops (actually one, one is on my lap as I type this) and over to the side is my Android smart-phone on charge and running AirDroid so I can access it and control it through a web browser interface on my wifi LAN.

Sat next to me is a proper coffee made in my proper coffee machine, which sits in pride of place in my kitchen, which is incidentally clean as usual, all work surfaces wiped down and clear and clean, my coffee machine is sat where it is easiest and nicest to work with, not just shoved in a corner.

Next to my bed, on the side I generally prefer to sleep, is my lamp, and opposite is my clock, the kind I like e.g. a station clock with a large analogue face and a mechanism that makes a nice loud TICK sound.

Last night at one am I started to watch Robocop, just because I felt like it, and needed no by your leave from anyone else…. today I went to my barber as it has been a couple of weeks and had my usual #1 cut all over and the edges trimmed, while I am there my phone beeps and a skank ho is asking if she can see me and suck my cock before the weekend, I put her off because I have a prior with my fave.

Tomorrow I’m back in court, my psycho skank ho ex, the never ending issue of my boys getting unrestricted access to and contact with their family, and eventually their daddy, in which my psycho skank ho ex thinks she is punishing me, by keeping herself out of my fucking life.

The other job I did today was stop by my mum’s place and see she was ok, this is one thing she (my psycho skank ho ex) is guaranteeing she will not have in old age, boys who give a fuck about her.

The EU/economic/politicial/social situation is still sinking into the mire and getting worse, so I shall also be smiling at all the worthless cunts in the court from the judge on down, your days on the gravy train are numbered, assholes.

Times have to get bad indeed, before a smart and resourceful MGTOW feels even the slightest effects of the storm that is shaking everyone else’s trees.

Nero fiddling while Rome burned, it wasn’t the way the recent history books like to present it, just a man roasting his marshmallows over the flames of the burning society that richly deserved to fall from its own hubris.

My biggest problem in court is to not laugh, no bitches please stop, I can’t take any more of your “punishment”, please let me get back on my knees and earn my way back into your good books, so you can fuck me over again……

… and we are being played out with Dire Straits, Brothers in Arms…  lol

April 30, 2012

A classic he said / she said, and a dire warning to all men..

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 6:07 pm

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2137303/Emma-Frost-raped-father-forced-lpay-wife-reveals-decade-abuse-tore-apart.html

So….

Why does this one concern me?

  1. The alleged victim herself states that she never informed on the guy because she thought no one would believe her.
  2. Zero evidence of any kind, all she said, anecdotal, historical allegations.
  3. Girl has lots of other lifestyle issues indicative of a Cluster B personality disorder.
  4. The story just does not hold water.
  5. SIMILARITY

I’ll deal with these in reverse order.

5/ SIMILARITY

What are the chances that a wimminz who lives hundreds of miles from my own FRA and has precisely nothing in common except for the fact that they are female, is going to use phrase after phrase to define various events, and all those phrases are going to be absolutely identical to the phrases my FRA’s used, and this is no accident, as actually this wimminz and my own FRA’s do have something in common, they both spend an awful lot of time being coached / counseled by specialist rape squad police, shrinks and lawyers.

These rape squad types will tell you, when you point this out, that this is because they are all victims of terrible abuse and this shared experience is what makes them all sound the same.

4/ the story doesn’t hold water.

She is claiming the abuse is real, and therefore awful for her, and yet as any kid knows, she has options, she did not have to go back home to dad if he was such a cunt, nor allow him to visit her in care, nor any of the rest of it… she tries to write this off as her being frightened and lonely, without her abuser she is totally alone, and again the shrinks etc will sing this song, but it just is not fucking true, not least of which because she is fucking other guys…

NOBODY is so LONELY or SCARED that they will exchange being penned up with a serious sexual abuser IN PREFERENCE…. you PREFER being RAPED to being ALONE!!!! This is what she is saying, but again, in the rape industry we are not allowed to question such things.

3/ The girl is a walking Cluster B red card, everything about her lifestyle… terrifyingly FOR ALL MEN, it was her MOTHER who put her in care, who DID NOT VISIT HER, and only years later after making contact with her mother, does she come up with these allegations….

2/ ZERO evidence, yet she claims throughout that she always knew it was wrong, and even admits trying to entrap daddy in a phone conversation, but no evidence of any kind that she and her father have had ANY form of inappropriate sexual contact…. much less systematic rape and abuse as she claims…. daddy is shooting blanks she says, that’s why she is SIMULTANEOUSLY fucking this OTHER older guy, who gets her pregnant, and she knows the kid is not daddys…. what does dad’s alleged ability to have a child have to do with DNA evidence?? It would have been SOOOOO easy to entrap this guy for good, especially as he was always begging for one more fuck…. get the DNA of his semen in you AND record it on your mobe.

1/ nobody would believe her

Even in this short article, this point is made twice… and as any shrink will tell you, why would she think no-one else would believe her? BECAUSE SHE HERSELF KNOWS IT IS ALL A LIE. You just cannot get your head settled that other people will just buy something that you know for a fact is bullshit, because you were there.

You slept in the guys bed and NOBODY who knew you at that time buys it? Why not? Is every last one of them so stupid that they can’t see something going on? Even though they are primed to see it because such things are a staple of soaps and wimminz magazines…. or maybe because you know it just ain’t true, so why would anyone believe it.

So whatever, here is what we do know for a fact.

In an age where scientific forensic evidence is trivial to amass, everything from the DNA swab to to covert recording on a mobile phone, and where anyone can secretly admit to anything anonymously on the net, to seek help (IF true this girl would have been googling incest etc etc for years to try to rationalise her own feelings and reactions) but traces of which could later be found (yeah, I posted as “lonelychick”) we do know for a fact that a man has been sent to prison for raping his daughter, on no more evidence than her word.

_I_ know that the two pictures of the girl taken allegedly at the height of her abuse do not show anyone who has been suffering abuse, she just does not have that thousand yard stare.

_I_ know that the current picture of her wearing clinging flesh tight jeans does not equate with someone who has been sexually abused, they do everything they can to mask their own sexual allure.

_I_ know that if the wimminz in the current picture told me the sky was blue I would stop and look up and check.

You and I, we were not there, we will never know what actually did or did not happen, the coincidence of mummy coming back on the scene and infidelity of some sort to be explained t the new (older man) boyfriend makes me suspicious, as does the observation that any rape accusation that apparently solves more problems for the accuser than it creates is always suspicious.

What we do know is her word alone sent a man to prison as a rapist.

The Daily Mail ran a story last week about two adopted girls

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2132834/When-Cherry-adopted-angelic-sisters-thought-loving-home-heal-wounds-troubled-past-How-terrifyingly-wrong-was.html

red it… then come back to this one, he said, she said, and she was believed….

The snail and the tortoise.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:04 pm

First, in answer to a question for a reader, No, I never eat cunt, never never never, fact is I won’t even kiss a skank ho so why would I get down and lick some hole that has has more cock and cum deposited in it than……….  you get the picture.

Second, in answer to a question from a wimminz reader…

Wimminz fall into three main categories, the fuck once and leave, the fuck up to three times and leave, and the fuck more than three times.

In the more than three times / friends with benefits stage, which you can ONLY get to by fucking me well, there is an opening for what you ask for / about, there is an opening to turn that into something longer term / more solid.

Sadly for you wimminz this won’t work on those of us who have been falsely accused etc, that bit of us that you rely on winning over has been surgically removed, but it is the way to a man’s heart, and the fact is it always has been.

You do not have to be pretty, or slim, or great in bed, provided you are not ugly, or fat, or smell, or crap in bed etc.

What you have to do is sneak under the radar and defences by just being easy to be around, make sure I am fed and watered, make sure your place is CLEAN and comfortable and welcoming, make sure you don’t make any demands of me, or ask any prying questions of any kind about if I am seeing anyone else when I am not with you… don’t be loud, be quiet, but smile often and never take offence, life is too short for me to be having a go at you.

You will be surprised at how often such a wimminz can keep sneaking under the radar and you have to keep re-setting the perimeter defences, and a week later she has sneaked under them again, just by employing that seriously out of fashion female tactic…

… she is easy and pleasant to be around.

Simple as that jack, really nothing worthy of note in any of the single columns such as looks / legs / ass / etc, but an across the board lack of NEGATIVE marks is how this kind of woman keeps sneaking past your perimeter defences.

It is impossible to overstate this, “how to get a man” isn’t a list of things the modern wimminz has to do, but a list of things she has to STOP FUCKING DOING, such as STOP BEING SUCH A BITCH 24/7….  it didn’t impress us when JC did it in Dynasty in the 80’s and sweet fuck all has changed, except the marketability of JC’s cunt.

I have a regular who is overweight but dealing with it and quietly dieting, fuck all to look at, not one single part of her body you can point at and go “phwoar” and overall she is not a sex kitten, but she smells clean and fresh (not NOT of pine scented crap, just soap and water clean and fresh) all the time, her house is clean all the time, she will make me food or drink on request 24/7, nothing is too much trouble, if I mention something in passing on a Monday about a fucking parking ticket on the Thursday she will ask how I got on with the parking ticket.

We had one “shit test” moment when we first met, and she instantly learned that one.

I end up spending a lot of time in her company.

Will I ever give in and marry the bitch and live happily every after, go fuck yourself, what I am trying to explain here is that by being a “traditional woman”, this particular wimminz has made more progress with me than any other 50 wimminz put together, and she did not need to be 25, or 125 lbs, or great in bed, or drop dead pretty to do it.

She did it by simply being easy/nice to be around, by being pleasant company.

Shock horror, she is almost at the place where I could call her a friend, and yet the irony is that she is nothing like the “little wife” the feminazis hate, and has many of the empowered independent characteristics that they adore, so it isn’t even a fucking lifestyle thing, there is no connection whatsoever between being an arrogant ball busting bitch and a successful career woman…

You could almost be forgiven for thinking that the too ugly and nasty to fuck feminazis decided to brainwash all the other wimminz so that they could have company, and wannabe lezbeens wimminz to fuck, by telling them a load of bollocks about men, and what men wanted, and how to get ahead in the world.

I know a company secretary / PA who is basically unsackable and basically runs the company as though it were her own, for a very good wage with none of the liabilities.

She does it by letting the boss’s pronouncements  and antics wash over her, and sitting there and quietly doing what needs to be done, often ignoring him, rarely consulting him before the fact, but she gets the job done, while allowing him to blow off steam.

It WORKS, it is a feminazi‘s nightmare, but they ignore that fact that it is HIS capital and HIS 50 years worth of connections in the industry that make the business viable.

AS a TEAM they work, and she is well compensated financially, and she is quietly building her own capital and 50 years worth of connections in the industry.

And so it is with my “fav #1” as it were, with whom I have to keep re-setting the perimeter defences, she acts as though her only aim in life is not to prove her superiority to me, but to work as a team with me, doing those things that she happens to be good at.

So the answer to the wimminz reader is this;

“Be a 1950’s housewife” with the proviso that you are no longer allowed to be, either by your fellow wimminz or the state itself, so all you can ever hope to do is approach that ideal.

Similarly you will no longer find a 1950’s husband, none of us are allowed to be that any more, either by the wimminz and their niggerz or the state, and we have been burned so often that most of us are mere cripples, so all you can ever do is approach that ideal.

In the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king.

In the land of the feminazi wimminz and their niggerz, the clean, fresh, quiet and zero hassle wimminz is the queen, or the closest thing to it, in that we constantly have to keep resetting our perimeter defences.

It is in her nature, and the society we live in, to fuck me over, but provided you maintain the attitudes you went in with, and keep resetting those perimeter defences (and do it in front of her) she will keep herself in line.

if you don’t, she will revert to type and fuck you over, and you will have no-one but yourself to blame.

  • Never eat cunt
  • Never say those three little words
  • Never kiss em full on the mouth, suck a nipple if you must.

a wimminz will say “love you” at you 100 times a day if you let them, and you should let them, but treat it like a dog barking affectionately at you, it abso-fucking-lutely does NOT require a response from you…

… if you are asshole enough to respond in kind, go and kill yourself now, it is quicker and less painful than the future the wimminz and their niggerz have in store for you.

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April 28, 2012

Peter Pecker Picked a

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:04 pm

I have been debating whether to discuss this, and have decided yes as the guys in question have agreed.

Basically last week a couple of guys came over and we spent some hours shooting the shit, and then the subject of erections came up… lol

“You mean it’s normal?” was the separate reaction from both of them, when I said;

  1. I have had days / wimminz that I just could not get hard for.
  2. I have had days / wimminz that I could get hard for, but could not cum into.
  3. I have had days / wimminz that I have fucked and enjoyed in the past, but which right now I have no interest whatsoever in sexually, not even a tiny throb or twitch of the cock, not even if I try to make it happen.

which led to an admission from one of them regarding little blue pills..

“before you speak” I said “let me tell you this, I have never taken viagra or anything similar, but have been with loads of wimminz who have been with men who have, and they all say the same thing, the guy can stay hard for hours, thrusting into her cunt or ass, but they never seem to cum and it is always crap sex”

e.g. viagra does not help you over that hump to orgasm, it just makes your cock hard, and lets face it a vacuum pump and some liquid nitrogen will do that….

So on the principle that my cock is Peter Pecker (gotta have a name, can’t have a complete stranger making many of your decisions… lol) and I am me, I have had a lot less stressful sex life from the day I accepted that I should have precisely ZERO input into who / how / when / where / why Peter Pecker likes to get wet.

Every single time, without exception, when I have had some level of internal strife or sex, and as soon as I start describing this in any form of detail these viagra guys start talking about how I am describing their SYMPTOMS that they took viagra to CURE…. think on that…. every time, without exception, when I have had some level of internal strife it has always been because ___I___ have decided that ___Peter___ should come out to play, and Peter has had exactly zero interest.

Instead of shrugging and saying catch ya laters, I have tried to force it, come on man, we’ll go out, get some beers, have a laugh and a great time, meet some sexy hot girls…. meanwhile peter is saying he just wants to stay home alone and watch re-runs of Firefly.

The reason for THIS post is how powerfully that resonated with these two guys, one who readily admitted buying viagra, and the other one who admitted it a couple of hours later, when he had determined that he did not have a cock problem after all… lol

What is interesting is asking the question, where does the idea come from than a man, any man, every man, can snap his fingers and his cock will stand to attention and 3 minutes later be spurting a hot load into some wimminz cunt?

Seriously, where does that come from?

No man I know or have ever known has had a cock that worked like that.

No mammal that I have ever known has had a cock that worked like that.

Well it clearly came from the people that brought us “All men are rapists” and “All fathers want to fuck their own daughters” etc.

Every man I have known has needed an initial stimulus to get Peter hard, an ongoing stimulus to keep Peter hard and playing the game, and a final stimulus to get completely different systems over the hump and into orgasm so Peter can be a conduit for a load of cum.

Every description we have of cock, which includes the legal description, which deals with rape and consent, completely ignores these facts… every description we have was clearly written by creatures who do not have a cock….  wimminz and their pet niggerz.

Every man I have known can identify with the stimulus to get hard, another one to stay hard, and another one for the orgasm and spurt of cum.

Once you frame it correctly like that, viagra is not a sex aid.

Viagra, like the vacuum pump and liquid nitrogen, can get you hard, but it is by definition incapable of providing the stimulus to get you over that hump into orgasm…. on the contrary, it interferes with that process.

So viagra is not a sex aid, it is a rape aid, so that men can be coerced into getting hard for unfuckable wimminz.

“pecker time”

we will call this the time between me letting go of an empty coffee cup, and that cup hitting the floor… pecker time is like bullet time, it is the speed at which the pecker computer works, and if you shut the fuck up and give Peter Pecker access to your vocal cords, pecker time can give you the answers you need.

“So why don’t you get hard at the prospect / opportunity of fucking Tracy any more?” you ask Peter..

right back at ya in pecker time, “Because the bitch is UGLY dude.”

so you ask “But that didn’t stop you the first couple of times!!!”

right back at ya in pecker time “Bro, it was dark, and it was a new conquest…” shrugs

so you say “But, but, I need to be able to fuck her later tonight!”

right back at ya in pecker time “Why?…. really dude, why…. that’s like saying you need to be able to go back and play Half Life 1 just like you did the first time, and forget everything you have done since, everything you know about hardware and software development since then, just so you can bang an ugly bitch….”

so you say… “but… I need to get HARD… and FUCK..”

right back at ya in pecker time “no problemo, bring me something like this….”

which brings us into all sorts of interesting territory, not just is Tracy in this story unfuckable, but is she un-rapeable by the same guys / cocks… and if she is, which as men we know she is, then just how vile and abhorrent and anachronistic is the entire legal and social structure that has been built around the premise that it is only the threat of detection and punishment and imprisonment that stops Tracy from being raped every single day or her life, everywhere she goes…

Historically rape was a very very very rare offence, it was much rarer than murder.

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

So how come, according to the wimminz, has rape SUDDENLY and out of nowhere assumed epidemic proportions, and what triggered it?

In my own secret family court case, CONTRARY TO ALL THE PATHOLOGY, as well as in a total vacuum evidence wise, I was accused of being a rapist of adult wimminz, I was accused of wanting to rape very young (less than 10) female children, I was accused of wanting to sexually abuse very young male children, I was accused of being obsessed with bestiality, which is at least three different MUTUALLY EXCLUSIVE sexual pathologies, but never mind, as long as it can be used to further the time that snouts can be kept in the trough of the public purse.

And that right there is where it all comes from, poisonous worthless parasitic bastards who have built entire careers out of believing at least three impossible things before breakfast, don’t give a damn about anything except furthering their own careers.

 

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April 27, 2012

inch by eights

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:11 pm

Inch by eight in brass countersunk head was perhaps the commonest brass wood screw made, certainly there were very few things that you could make, from a yacht to a table, that did not involve using them.

Inch by eights used to be bought by the pound, or if you were on the continent by the half kilo.

I just saw a box of them for THIRTY FUCKING FOUR UK POUNDS STERLING, so intrigued I go online and the cheapest I could READILY find were £4.74 excluding 20% VAT and shipping per 100, and of course who knows where they were made, what grade or quality of brass etc.

This free wordpress does not allow the uploading of video, if it did instead of just watching yesterday I would have videoed my lathe running at a very sedate 300 RPM and the very special sound of a nice sharp and well profiled cutting tool skimming the surface of some 2″ diameter aluminium bar in an old fashioned and rigid lathe.

While I was watching it, and sipping my coffee, and I will admit craving a smoke, for it was at such times that I used to smoke… lol… it occurred to me, no wimminz has ever “got” the sound or feel or smell or look or process of a lathe or mill making a nice cut and changing one thing into another.

They just don’t “commune” with it like a man or boy will.

Same with coffee, they just don’t get a good coffee being poured slowly over a full brown cane sugar, or the makings of the same, all the wimminz just want a one button latte machine, they aren’t into the process itself.

While not a religious person, I am quite happy to grab bits of any philosophy that suits me, so one of the things I grabbed from Zen / Buddhism many moons ago was the idea of each day doing at least one thing very slowly, and savouring it.

I could have spun the VFD up and spun the lathe spindle at 3,000 RPM and done the job in a tenth of the time…. in the same way that I could have bought a one button coffee maker instead of my old German do everything manually job, or I could just stick with instant.. lol

Same with smoking, I always used to hand roll, and it is the hand rolling that I miss as much as anything, or maybe that is the old addiction pathways talking, but I did enjoy rolling…

But getting back to the inch by eights, I remember an apprentice in a foreign port (that happened to be where I was living at the time) being sent ashore for a few kilos of inch by eights, and returning with the tale that there were none to be had, and subsequent conniption fit by the shipwright, which included the words “…not fucking possible…” and “…commonest woodscrew on the fucking planet….”

Except fast forwards 20 years and come and live in this city, and I know two places where you can walk in and walk out again with inch by eights, and only because I live here AND come from a trade background… they are not in Google, you either know or you don’t… and most of the time what you know is that the last supplier shut up shop a decade ago.

Same thing for this city goes for non ferrous metals, the last supplier / vendor closed 10 years ago….same thing for car radiator repairs, car paint mixed on demand, I could go on and on.

That old shipwright would never have believed it, that you can go to a City and find it almost impossible to find any inch by eights in brass, and even then a few pounds is their TOTAL stock so good luck asking for seven pounds of screws.

This is but another side effect of the feminazi mangina niggerz and wimminz world we live in where everything male was reviled and derided… I stand in my workshop looking at my old English lathe and milling machine (and other tools) which I converted myself to CNC yonks ago complete with 5 micron glass scales and DRO etc, and wonder if I should sell, after all they are worth more money now than they have ever been and are huge and awkward to move and house, and being realistic just how much actual use do either of these machines actually get?

And then a day like yesterday comes and I listen to some metal cutting, and I don’t even care that I can just walk out and do a job like that on demand.

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