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February 9, 2012

Rinse and repeat your brain


This follows on from a series of long phone calls with a mate on the whole subject of wimminz and PoF and indeed us and sexual drives / desires / needs.

Learn the following FACTS;

  1. Failing to “pull” a specific woman is not a failure on your part.
  2. Failing to get a great response generally is not a failure on your part.
  3. Failing at the same point with the same stated or guessed reasons for rejection is not a failure on your part.

Fact 1.

We will pick an imaginary PoF profile and call her “SlutA”, you have sent your quick and mass produced copied and pasted opening lines, you get no response, or you get a lukewarm response that dries up after three or four messages back and forwards.

Fuck it, walk away, there is no mileage wasting another second on the skank ho, she clearly expects Craptain Save a Ho to pop along any minute, so she isn’t even worthy as a pump and dump, no matter how hot the body….

You are in REAL danger of letting the porno factor take control, the bit where you got NOTHING but a crappy picture, and your brain starts adding details that are not there, and before you know it your cock is throbbing for the hot slut…

So take the hint, walk away.

Fact 2.

If the same thing as Fact 1 seems to be a regular occurrence, well, what the fuck did you expect dude, have you not read a single word I have written, AWALT, or you think maybe PoF is a hidden treasure trove of sexually deprived hot cunt throbbing and desperate for your cock.

Did you not read the things I wrote about HAVING to play the numbers, production line style, it is an industrial process, not a fucking treasure hunt.

Did you not understand the implications of AWALT? What the fuck is your “keeper” woman doing on PoF??? No woman gets on PoF without having sucked a hundred yards of cock and still failed to get and hold on to a man, so what are the chances of you finding anything other than a pump and dump in there?

Fact 3.

If the same thing as Fact 2 seems to be a regular occurrence, and it always happens around about the same point, when you send your pic, when you speak on the phone, when you reveal what you drive, then yeah dude, it probably is how you look, how you sound, or what you drive that put the bitch off, and you know what, you lucked out because another psycho skank ho eliminated herself from the pleasure of your company, and she did it before you spent one red cent.

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Which brings us to what prompted these phone calls and worries from my mate, which is that he has had a long dry spell on PoF, and by long dry spell I mean 1 new skank fuck so far this year, and one old standby that is available but which he doesn’t fancy much.

I told him, shrugs, these things go in cycles, besides, you know what date it is?

And he says 4th Feb because these chats started a week ago, and I ask him what date is coming, and he says uuuh?

I tell him, Feb 14th, Valentines day.. the wimminz are all in extreme hamster wheel psycho stage looking for romance that ain’t there, I told him, thank your lucky stars you aren’t doing “well” on PoF, because at the moment the wimminz only want the sucker who will buy the flowers and chocolates, so look at the money you are saving, and come the end of the month, it will be back to normal, spring coming, sap rising, summer on the horizon and some cock needed to ride, but now still makes excellent practice times, so get on PoF mate, don’t worry about the conversion rate, just enjoy yourself.

February 4, 2012

Wake up and smell the skank ho


Sometimes it is really, really, really hard to deal with guys who claim that they are ready for, and want to, take the red pill and embrace all that good shit, but when you attempt to give them the help they ask for, all you see is the previously hidden subconcious leviathan rise up from the depths of their personality…. and boy is it one dumb motherfucker.

So we are over at this guys’ place, let’s call him Steve for the purpose of this post,  and I’m showing him some tech stuff when the PoF app on my Android smartphone pops up notifying me of a message from some skank ho, which gets us into a discussion of PoF and how to use it, and thinking there is no substitute for the real thing, I whip out my laptop and fire up PoF and we start to look for some skank ho’s starting with the small coastal town where he lives.

We don’t have to search long before he says “Oh wow!” at one of the profiles, if you are interested you can go to PoF and search for the user profile bubblylol, meanwhile I am gagging, trying to understand what the fuck is up with this guy, and if he has heard one single word I have said.

So if you check out this profile, it had (this profile is constantly being edited) one profile pic with the skank ho in question wearing, and I shit you not, a Tiara…

As if this is not enough, I mention to the guy that a previous version of this profile stated that with pic was taken 5+ years ago, another skank ho with digital camera, webcam and smart phone camera that can’t supply a current pic.

So then we get to the profile, which is want want want, and then it gets worse, first date names a man with a profile on PoF and accuses him of being a “woman beater” so this is presumably her ex who she presumably slandered in family court with a wad of false accusations and victim status.

Then, just in case there is some vomit left in your body, there are THREE assholes on PoF who are on this skanks “favourites list“, e.g. she has been or is banging them, and these total fucking asswipe manginas and niggerz start talking about what a nice skank ho this is, and how she has had a real hard life, and just needs the “right” man to make her life better…

barf.

… and this is about when I realise that the leviathan from the deeps of this guys mind has really risen to the surface, because he starts defending this skank ho slut to me, completely oblivious to the fact that these three “testimonials” are nothing more than “cock I have had and controlled” look at me exhibitionism on her part on what is supposed to be a profile for “dating”.

This guy has bought it, all the lies, all the bullshit, based on nothing more than his need to feed the leviathan, and believe that this skank ho just needs a craptain save a ho like him to ride in and protect her, and in return he will have the dubious pleasure of joining the public list of ball less wonders who pandered to her professional victim-hood status…

I sigh, close the lid on my laptop, lean back, look “Steve” in the eye, and ask him straight, does he want my help / advice or not, because if he doesn’t, I have better things to do.

I’m asking “Steve” to murder the leviathan within, to kill the largest part of himself, he knows it, I know it, we also both know his answer…. I sigh some more, get up, pick up my shit and walk out.

You know who you are “Steve”, and we both know you will be reading this, so the point is I didn’t walk out on you dude, I just put the necessary distance between myself and the niggerz within you, because that niggerz within you is harmful to me health, wealth and liberty, and you chose not to offer me the choice to hang out with you, minus your leviathan niggerz within.

We also both know something “Steve”, your leviathan niggerz within fucking hates my guts… more than anything else on the whole planet.

February 2, 2012

The old vs the new.


I will give you a very good example, in my case it happens to be literally true, but it is so easily transferable to all of you out there experience and empathy wise that it makes for a great example.

I have two laptops sat in front of me, one is a “desktop replacement” big heavy and powerful that is about 2/3 years old spec wise, but still a capable beast, 1920 x 1200 19 inch screen driven by a gig of Ati, 4 gigs or ram, terabyte of hard disk etc.

The other one is much smaller, and it has to be said, quite powerful, high end “business” class, 14″ screen, but this baby runs off a Solid State Disk or SSD and not a spinning platter Hard Disk.

It doesn’t matter what I do on the new one, even the most trivial task on the old one now seems painfully slow and cranky and awkward and embarrassing and painful and ah fuck it… so much so that even something trivial in computation terms as typing this text is being done on the machine with the smaller screen and the not as nice keyboard but also with the SSD.

I give this example because SSD is the “red pill” computing analogy to having been fucked over with the police / courts / state by an ex and her psycho skank ho false accusations…. no matter how high end, luxurious, super specced, delicious, young, new, fresh every other thing about the package is, in your mind sitting on top of it all like the lord of creation is that sluggishly slow spinning platter mechanical hard disk… you simply will not be able to ignore it.

So as we all know, by far the most sexually attractive wimminz is the one you created in your head, where all was perfection and nothing was flawed,  and the best antidote to that rampant sexual desire and fantasy is to inject a note of real world fact, the true nature of wimminz (see last post about home truths) or a home truth fact red pill, just as the computer porn is ruined by the thought of a spinning mechanical hard disk inside that powerhouse computer.

Tomorrow night I am going to go to a hotel, the room has been booked and paid for by a skank ho that I have fucked before, so she has been trained well, her orgasms of sexual pleasure are not a factor, mine is, she will do anything I require, without limit, including spending an hour licking my asshole clean if I so desire, and she will not speak unless spoken to, or express any desires or wishes of her own for the 15/18 hours we shall be together.

Like the red pill and SSD, once you have had a skank ho wimminz demonstrate to you just who does actually hold all the cards in the legal system today, the only sort of wimminz that you can tolerate fucking are the SSD wimminz, who pay the expenses, who do not talk, who seek to please and serve, and most importantly like the SSD are invisible for all those majority of times you have no use for them, and minimally intrusive into your porno fantasies for those times when you do have a use.

Tomorrow night’s skank ho has about 1,000 times the IOPS (lmfao) of a steady girlfriend.

 

January 30, 2012

Home truths


Here are some home truths, you may not like all of them, you may not have heard of them, you may not be old enough to have come across them, but the chances are that it is just a question of enough time having to pass before you find out for yourself.

  1. Your sense of smell, it is an amazing thing, you may not be a dog but it is far more sensitive than most humans give credit for, unfortunately if you are a smoker (I should know, I used to smoke) you are killing this sense, so there will be a whole raft of smells that you will be unaware of, here are some of them;
    1. Old cunt, by old cunt I mean no longer fertile, it has a definitive smell, like all smells, very hard to describe, but you non smoking guys that have fucked old cunt will know what I mean, it is a faintly unpleasant smell, and if you ignore this signal and fuck it the unpleasant “musk” smell gets far stronger, and in me at least is raises and instinctive need to vacate the premises, pronto, cue the Android app Fake Call Me…. it is nature’s way of telling you to stop wasting that sperm.
    2. Fertile cunt, at certain times of the month, there is some chemical trigger that smells identical to one of the chemicals given off by curing / drying silicone caulk as used by builders and glaziers, I don’t know what it is chemical wise, but if you have sniffed silicone and done it from behind you will have noted the same smell.
    3. Fecal fat slut breath, all obese bitches, their breath smells faintly, or not so faintly, of fecal matter, and the fatter they are the stronger the smell of shit from their breath.
  2. Reasons why she could only send you a tit or whatever pic, whatever reasons you are given, there is only ever one true reason, and that is that (in her opinion) the pics she has sent you show her off in a good light, and the pics she has not sent you will show her in a bad light, so you will get a pic of a very nice looking tit, and no pictures of the gut or ass or bladdered cunt below it.
  3. Wimminz are all delusional, both about their own attractiveness and their abilities, eg blowjob skills. I mean really, totally, utterly delusional, on the same scale as me claiming I had elite jet fighter pilot skills, and this is paired with #4 below, is no guy ever bothered to tell the skank ho the fucking truth, there is NO upside to telling a wimminz the truth about her skills or abilities or attractiveness, not unless you really desperately desire to experience being the target of a false accusation of rape first hand, so in a wimminz mind the lack of people calling on her constant claims of being an elite jet fighter pilot and blow-jobber equates to these things being true.
  4. Wimminz and their lies, it is complex, but sooner or later it will come to you, you are just the latest in a long series of guys who turned up, discovered that the reality did not match the advert, decided to pump and dump real fast, not even overnight, just pump and dump and GTFO, just like all the other guys she complained about who said all sorts and then pumped and dumped her, so I will be yet another of those guys that “lied to her about not wanting a pump and dump” while a total disconnect exists between this and the truth, which is that it was the vast chasm between the advertised goods and the actual goods that caused me to pump and dump and GTFO with Fake Call Me 15 minutes later, instead of staying the night.
  5. There are no sexually attractive 50+ year old wimminz, not when you actually get them naked and into bed, there is nothing there for your COCK, which is interested in REPRODUCTION, to get hard for, and so the only game in town is kinky sex, and even that is a limited game that only a few 50+ year olds can play, very very limited, one trick pony shit… but until you bang your first 50 year old, and it really doesn’t make any difference if she is smoking for FOR a 50 year old who looks after herself and on the street looks and acts and could pass for 38 and all the rest of it, actually fucking the wimminz is teh (sic) beauty equivalent of tipping a bucket of water over their heads, if you want to know how beautiful a wimminz really is, tip a bucket of water over her head, if you want to know how sexually attractive a wimminz really is, look at her 3 minutes after you just dumped a load into her cunt. No 50+ year old will make your cock throb all by itself…. this whole subject about the rapid collapse of female sexual attractiveness as soon as nature is through with their womb is something you just do not grasp until you see and start fucking the older wimminz….
  6. Cunt“, never fail to use this word when talking about cunt with wimminz, it is acceptable for wimminz to be shy when first conversing, and using words like pussy to talk about cunt, you should immediately show the wimminz your class by using the word cunt, thus allowing the wimminz to relax and call a cunt a cunt, or to demonstrate real early that as far as you are concerned she is psycho and totally unfuckable, ever, under any circumstances, because she objects to calling a cunt a cunt and objects to the word cunt…. this is the easiest, cheapest and fastest shit test you can give a wimminz, so give it to every wimminz you meet, real early on…. REAL early on…
  7. PoF and shit, “there are no decent / sexy / nice wimminz on PoF“, yeah, this is true, because there are no nice / sexy / decent wimminz any fucking where, AWALT, fucking penny dropping yet? …..what there is, is young firm flesh, and it comes with an attitude of its own, and problems, and all the usual crap….. now and again you will find a wimminz who has used up the young firm flesh, ain’t good looking at all, but knows it, and makes a realistic decision that any guy who doesn’t drink / gamble / whore / beat her to excess is as good as it is ever going to get, and if she can find one who is half decent then do whatever it takes for as long as it takes to hang on to him, because the alternative is a succession of pump and dump cock every weekend until she hits 50 and then it is cats and the true romance channel until she croaks.
  8. Lose your pride, that fugly slut skank you pumped and dumped and GTFO yesterday, don’t get upset when she texts you saying she don’t think you’re the right man for her, so so long and thanks for all the semen… don’t get that SHE dumped ME!!!! shit in your head, that is all so much bullshit….. the home truth you will learn is YOU JUST GOT THE PERFECT RESULT, an out, and a written proof against future allegations, and you never had to even lift a single finger to text.

January 28, 2012

Archiving your alibi


I have spoken at some length in the Internet Dating series of articles, and in other posts, about the importance in this society of creating your own alibi in advance by archiving your every interaction with the wimminz.

This is like wearing a parachute when flying, you may look like an asshole 99.99% of the time, but that remaining 0.01% of the time you are not going to give a flying fuck how you look, suddenly wearing a parachute will give you other options than putting your head between your legs and kissing your ass goodbye.

What you probably will not be aware of is the sheer volume of potentially life saving exculpatory evidence you can build up in one year with nothing more than an Android smartphone and Google services.

How does 32,475 SMS messages, 307 separate people you have spoken to on the phone, and couple of thousand emails grab you? Plus all the goodness of Latitude tracking you via the GPS in your phone…

I’m 50+ years old, and that is the sort of volumes of data that I am generating every single year, I imagine a texting mad teen could quadruple that without even breaking a sweat.

Frankly it is a *fascinating* exercise to go through the last year’s data come January, and shortly I will get to discussing some numbers, but first I want to make the point that even with my new life without wimminz in my home life to distract me, even though it is only one year ago and not the many years mentioned in false accusations by skank ho ex’s, this archive is chock full of things that I had simply forgotten.

The following is unedited from an SMS sent to me by some skank ho a year ago;

“In love you and I want to fuck outside somewhere. I do need you to fuck me and good and hard and sort me out. Need a real man to get me used to having big cock on regular base.”

What is interesting is not that it was a year ago, nor the fact that I did not in the end fuck her, which as you know is no defence, what is interesting is that SMS was around 24 hours before I discovered that the chick in question is a part time cop, and full time fucking liar and fruitcake…. in short she is in a perfect position to fuck some man over totally, even months or years after the alleged event, and the man she works over could be so totally innocent that even one year after the alleged event he has forgotten all about her… lets face it, the reason I forgot about this skank ho is BECAUSE NOTHING HAPPENED memorable or otherwise, and that is while relaxed and sat at home.

Traumatise me by arresting me and telling me I am an evil rapist to who going to prison for a very long time, and my chances of remembering what happened last fucking week are almost zero, and I say that from actual experience, and it takes MONTHS for your full faculties to come back and you can trust me on that too.

However I am now in the situation where I only have to remember one thing.

ALL MY INTERACTIONS WITH WIMMINZ ARE ARCHIVED TO THE CLOUD.

That’s it, that will pop into my head soon enough, no matter how messed up and upset I am, that will pop into my head, probably even before “I want a lawyer

So, back to the archive, like I said, I don’t try real hard, just make sure that all my transactions with wimminz are recorded to the cloud thanks to my Android smartphone and google services, and yet I build up 30,000+ SMS messages, talk to 300 people / wimminz on the phone and have a couple thousand emails, don’t forget, that 30,000 SMS messages in one year is what I have sent the wimminz, and what the wimminz have sent me, complete with any cunt shot pictures etc.

Where this gets really interesting is the “everyone is 6 steps removed from everyone else” scenario, in 2011 past year I have SMSed maybe 1,000 wimminz, spoken on the phone to 200 ( I could give you EXACT numbers thanks to my archives, but you get the idea) and fucked 37.

If we assume that these wimminz  are the same as me in numbers terms, which is reasonable and rational, that means each of these wimminz has SMSed 1,000 men, spoken on the phone to 200, and fucked 40, in 2011.

Already we are up to 1,000 x 1,000 = 1,000,000 individuals in the SMS network, 40,000 in the phone network, and 1,600 in the swapped bodily fluids network.

If each one of those has done the same we are up t0 64,000 actual sex partners only two steps away from me, 16 million phone partners and a billion SMS partners, so clearly there is a lot of non unique individuals here, and a lot more “cross pollination” than the pure math would imply.

In short, everyone is indeed fucking everyone else, and a LOT more than they will admit.

However, we are already at a place where these actual electronic records, and buddy, they exist, whether you decide to sign up and embrace it like I did, or whether you reject it, they exist, but we are already at a place where these actual electronic records are cross reference-able, it is just a computational problem to plot the connections between people, for example any SMS between two people of a sexual nature, or with a picture attachment, and the plot the connections between any two people via these intermediary relationships.

We are already at the point where it is computationally trivial for any single personal computer to go through a years worth of records for one individual, my laptop can do this as quick as I can type a search query, so searching for correlations between the records of two people, or incompatibilities, is trivial.

An Intel Core i5 can analyse and correlate and index that volume of data well enough to permit full text keyword searching in under 5 minutes.

What this means, is that there is already enough data out there, not just to determine who is talking to who, who is fucking who, but also who is lying about who fucked them, who beat them, who raped them…. the data already exists, the data has already been indexed, but just not with that purpose in mind.

What it does mean is that there is opportunity to crowd source or open source this, if you look at the numbers above, you come to a very interesting conclusion.

The population of my region of the country is around 5 million.

Say 2.5 million females, exclude the under 20 and over 50 and we have around a million plus wimminz, and trust me, they are all fucking and available to fuck.

Fact is they will all be within 6 fucks of me, and the more local they are the more likely it will be five or four or even three or just two fucks away.

So statistically speaking, each extra step is an extra order of magnitude of probability, the root of a million is a thousand, the root of a thousand is 31, and 31 different sexual partners in one year is not unusual in this internet generation. To be specific, the 31 would be wimminz, the thousand males, the million wimminz.

So I am two fucks away from a million women, let’s look at the numbers.

Lets say there are 10 guys like me in this region who archive everything as I do… there is a 10 in 1,000, which equals 1 in 100, which equals a 1% chance that one of the wimminz I fucked in the last year, is within two fucks of one these ten guys in the last year.

Stop and think about that, it only takes ten other guys to be doing my shit with archiving everything, before there is a 0.01% chance that one of the wimminz I fucked in the last year also fucked one of them, or there is a 1% chance one of the wimminz I fucked last year fucked some guy who fucked some other wimminz who fucked them…..

Flip that on it’s head by the way when it comes to wimminz with a Cluster B personality disorder, which by may reckonings is 10% of all wimminz, what are the chances you are one step removed AT MOST from one of these psycho skank ho’s?

But, back to my side of it, there is a 0.01% chance that one of the wimminz I fucked last year also fucked one of the ten theoretical guys who archive shit like me, and a 1% chance that one of the wimminz I fucked last year fucked a guy, who fucked a wimminz, who fucked one of the ten theoretical guys who archive shit like me.

SO already there is a 0.01% chance that MY OWN PERSONAL ARCHIVE ALONE has a bearing on what any one of those wimminz was actually doing in the last year when she accused MrX of beating / raping her, and a 1% chance that my own personal archive has some data on one of the one further step removed wimminz and men she is associated with.

The flip side is, if I could get 32,000 men to archive and track everything to the extent that I do, then every wimminz in the region, all one million plus of them, would feature somewhere in the records of one of those men…. 32,000 men out of a similarly aged sexually active population of a million plus men in the region is chicken feed.

Fuck, we aren’t even talking a google level of market penetration, or a VISA level, or a Coke level, we are talking small regional on-line newspaper, or small regional on-line dating agency, or small regional employment agency.

The technology is here, we just need to be aware of it, and start embracing it.

Yes, there is a 100% chance that the megacorporations and the state will use the technology to track you for THEIR ends, but dudes, they are doing that ANYWAY, what we are talking about here is a chance to turn the tables, as it stands there is a 100% chance that you have fucked an undiagnosed Cluster B psycho skank ho, or that you know a guy who has / is, and as it is there is a 100% chance that between google and Vodaphone etc the evidence to PROVE that those false accusations of domestic violence and sexual abuse are total made up bullshit, and a 0.01% chance the psycho skank ho in question is one step removed from my own archive, and a 0% chance you will either be aware of that or have access to it.

So, back to the archive, and as promised keywords, where “fisting” is different from “fisted” and fisting shows up one skank ho that I did fuck, who sent me an SMS saying

You could force me to take a whole wine bottle up my cunt. Then followed by you fisting me!

Which as we all know, is a billion miles from how she will, and did, portray herself when she screwed her ex over in family court, and what she told police when she got him arrested, and how she will behave in future with some other unfortunate.

Wouldn’t YOU like to be able to take advantage of MY data on that skank, I am sure her ex would, whoever he is, wherever he is….. he’d have loved to have been able to produce that SMS, indeed that series of messages etc, in his family court case where he got nailed as a sexual predator and a violent man with vile and disgusting sexual tastes.

PS

by way of an edit, some of the math…

Assuming 40 sexual partners each, 1,000,000 / 40 = 25,000, so 25,000 men could fuck a million wimminz in a year, and vice versa.

25,000 / 40 = 625

625 / 40 = 15 and a bit

January 27, 2012

An invitation to treat.


IN legal terms an “invitation to treat” is what a shopkeeper does when he puts an object in his shop window for sale, it is not an “offer” in law, it is an “invitation to treat“.

You, when you go into the shop, make the “offer“, the shopkeeper accepts (or not, as the case may be), and you exchange the offered and agreed amount of money in exchange for the item on sale, and a “contract” is made.

Wimminz advertising themselves on PoF should therefore be thought of as an “invitation to treat“.

This is an important point that not only all men who have been falsely accused of rape will understand, but in fact all men who have been stood in Family Court will understand.

You know the score, when times were better, you and her indulged in all sorts of things, and it never occurred to you that months or years or even decades later those same things would be dragged out, re-written to make her sound like the innocent non consenting virgin, and you like the filthy disgusting violent and dangerous sexual predator and pervert, and there is sweet fuck all you can do to prove things were different to people who have a financial interest in treating all men thus

If only I had been able to say that my FRA psycho skank ho ex got together because I responded to an advert she placed for herself on the internet… being able to demonstrate that from the first second we met, ours was not a relationship in which she was weak and vulnerable and I was the evil predator, but a relationship in which she was very pro-actively marketing her wares on the open market, and in which she CHOSE to accept the offer that I made in response to her invitation to treat in the form of her advert on PoF or wherever….

It would have been even better than that, because just like the shop transaction that forms a contract and starts a chain of records / evidence, any relationship that starts on a dating site over the internet is going to also leave a chain of records / evidence that support the true nature of the invitation to treat / offer / acceptance / exchange that forms the contract. (esp true if you follow all my advice on here)

It’s a tough call to accuse a guy of burgling your shop and stealing all your stuff and taking a crap in the till when VISA has a record of the transaction, the guy’s bank has a record, his GPS shows him at the vicinity of the shop at the time of this transaction, and the subsequent evidence trail shows you acting like a shopkeeper happy with the transaction, not someone being violently raped and abused every day for ten years, which you never thought to report until you decided it was a great way to win in Family Court.

Of course this is instinctively why all the wimminz and mangina niggerz know that internet dating is sad and for losers and people who are so ugly they can’t get anyone any other way….

Of course the wimminz and niggerz also instinctively know that once you are in a relationship, continuing to use technology to communicate is sad and for losers and people who are so ugly etc…

This is the point you need to get, to these fuckers this is like garlic to a vampire, it doesn’t matter how low the IQ of the vampire is, this reaction is instinctual, and so it is with the wimminz and niggerz, it doesn’t matter how low their IQ, they have an instinctive aversion to anything that threatens, challenges or questions their existence and actions.

They can be as dumb as a sackful of chickens, and still instinctively be aware that anything that creates any kind of record at all is their enemy, just as the dumbest burglar of the planet is smart enough to avoid and hate the house bathed in lights from PIR detectors and with approaches covered by CCTV cameras.

The trouble is, many years down the line, these sackfuls of chickens get access to an essentially unlimited supply of state sponsored and paid for lawyers, shrinks, court workers, social workers and of course police and judges, all ready to tell those poor little dumb chickens that they have the right to be treated like soaring eagles, and everyone who ever eat one of those eggs so willingly laid and given away, is gonna fucking pay, certainly with their souls, equally certainly with some extent of money and earning power, and perhaps even with liberty and life.

And these lawyers and chickens get the police to abuse you and drag you into Court, because they are INSTINCTIVELY secure in the knowledge (because they would fucking remember it) that nowhere in the past with you were there any invitation to treat, nor PIR floodlights, nor CCTV cameras, there is just your word and theirs, and lots of people have entire careers that are based exclusively on their wimminz word being law.

And so, ten years after that first meeting, that invitation to treat, you’ll be in a much stronger position if there is some sort of independent record, such as you will get with online dating, than if you met the skank ho in a pub somewhere, or through work, or through friends, or at the bus stop.

You’ll be in a much better position, because even ten years later, burglars can remember which object in their house they bought legitimately in a shop with a credit card, and which object they stole from some house long forgotten many years ago, and rest assured the skank ho wimminz can all recall with stunning clarity which interactions with men were covered by contract law and records and history, and which ones are open to he said / she said historical revision to her advantage.

January 23, 2012

techknowfuckall


Because I am a single man free from the financial burdens of wimminz, I was able to turn around at work today and announce “I am bored shitless, I am going to go into town and buy an android pad.

Because I am a single man free from the yoke of wimminz or managers I am able to indulge such whims, if you don’t like it sack me.

Because I live in the UK, our yank readers will need to know that PC world / Currys / Comet are the Walmart / Bestbuy equivalent, and Maplin is Radio shack.. oh, and for price conversions just take US dollar price and remove the dollar sign and replace with a pound sterling sign.

SO……

First port of call is Maplins, I like Maplins for two reasons, one is the staff all know their shit, on offer was a Viewsonic 10 inch tablet for 200 quid.

The other reason I like Maplins is they have a 28 day no quibble no questions asked money back guarantee policy, which I like, a LOT, and the staff as I said know their shit, their opinion is the thing ain’t bad once you get rid of the fucking awful Viewsonic launcher and install any other launcher you like, such as the Go launcher.

Thinking “meh” mainly because this thing lacked a GPS chip, I headed up to the local Pissy World.

Knowing pissy world as I do, I buttonhole one of the sales droids and check the spec of the item being sold, in this case an Asus Transformer, is this a 101 or a 201, and what spec….. because in true pissy world style the label neatly omits stuff like RAM / CPU / GPS etc.

The droid eventually informs me this one has “One meg of ram

I tell him “my phone has 512 meg, you think maybe that should be a gig of ram?

He says maybe , but that is what their in store crib sheet says, so I ask him what their return policy is.

He tells me 21 days, provided I do not open the package.

I ask him, how do I know the fucking thing works as advertised (especially given that it is an Asus, and the known problems with GPS and Wi-fi, thanks to Asus putting the fucking thing in a metal case) he says we can test these on display in the shop, I say they do not have connectivity, so he types something in to make wi-fi work while admitting the in store net connection is shit, I try google maps and the fucking process crashes, ho hum, open the browser and type in http://news.bbc.co.uk/ because this is a fairly good test of browser capability…. blank page that refuses to render, droid suggests BBC site is down, I look at him in disgust, whip out my phone and bring up BBC news website… oops… works perfectly.

SO I play with the Asus slider next to it, same shit… I just look at the punk, this is a £450 sale he is not going to make.

Fuck off to Currys, who it has to be said aren’t exactly in fierce competition with pissy world, tell them my problems at pissy world, they have the same returns policy, and then the fucking asshole suggests that there may be more to it with the failed BBC news website, I said yeah, android and a browser, the asshole says there may be something else required to make the website work, I look at him in disgust and shake my head and tell them to forget it, another £450 sale lost forever.

Fuck off to Comet, same policy, then I spot that they are stocking 101 transformers at 201 prices, eg 399 quid a pop.

Fuck off home.

So basically there isn’t a decent android tablet around, except possibly the 10 inch Samsung galaxy, but it is 200 quid too expensive and nobody who does stock it has a decent returns policy…. has to be said buying on-line invokes distance selling rights which are good, but with these stores you’ll have to fucking fight the cunts to get your rights.

I won’t buy Asus because their stuff is always shit under the hood and shiny ponies on the outside.

Maplins is the only shop of those mentioned where I would spend ANY money, partly because their returns policy is superb, partly because the staff are knowledgeable, but mainly because they aren’t incompetent lying cunts selling overpriced dreck like everyone at pissy world et al.

The viewsonic comes closest, the price is right and the spec is right, pity about lack of GPS but the rest is livable, but for one killer flaw, not 100% Google Android compatible, proprietary code and hardware and proprietary market (not google android market)= death for the tech savvy buyer…. because INVARIABLY these proprietary features always make the thing a buggy piece of shit for the sake of 5 bucks saved and annoying, intrusive and futile branding imposed.

Because I am a single man free from the buying pressures imposed by wimminz and kidz, I DID NOT BUY A FUCKING TABLET COMPUTER.

I went back to work refreshed and happy…. with the money still in my bank / pocket.

Perhaps late 2012 will see some decent android tablets.

January 22, 2012

Developments in internet dating…


Has to be said, I am seeing an evolution in the wimminz using internet dating, I wasn’t sure at first because the evolution is so similar to another wimminz tactic that it was very difficult to actually be sure if I was seeing something new or not.

The thing that it was very similar to was the wimminz ability to reinvent themselves at the drop of a hat, so dirtybird45‘s profile does not produce the desired result for the skank ho, she goes away and comes back with a sweetsarah22 profile, and unless you have been prowling the site for 5 minutes a day doing the YES / MAYBE / NO to the meet me on all the new profiles, you won’t realise that there is something more than a little familiar about sweetsarah22‘s picture etc.

If you are a clever, sneaky, methodical bastard, you will, whenever you find a real prospect of a profile, as in a real prospect or turning into your cum bucket at least for one night, you will habitually save a local copy of that profile page…. and then you match the picture, and find enough common threads in the two profiles to see exactly what has been re-written… and this is the point where we have to be careful and watch for some time to spot the difference.

Up until now this re-invention has been the usual wimminz lying about their past history shit, some profile pics get deleted, other new ones get added, eg all the slutty drunk party ones go, better dressed more classy ones come in, certain bits of history get erased from the profile, and of course what she is looking for changes from “dating” or “friends” to “long relationship“.

What has changed is that in the new version the wimminz are re-writing profiles to omit things that portray them, quite correctly, as unproductive life sapping leeches and parasites, so suddenly all the jobs in “social work” get changed to working in “care“, all the police and suchlike get changed to “public sector” and so on, of course this is not an exhaustive list, but it makes the point.

Dating a psycho skank ho wimminz social worker or cop is playing Russian roulette with your cock and your liberty, it is only a question of time before you wake up either with your cock cut off, or falsely accused of some crime against wimminz or children.

Wimminz social workers re-branding themselves as care workers (who can be kinky and dirty) and wimminz cops re-branding themselves as public sector is false fucking advertising, and if a guy did it he would be all over the front pages and then hauled up on charges, but the wimminz are going down this road, and it means you as a man cannot just block them the instant you see their profile, you end up contacting the psycho skank ho cunts before the penny drops, and that has, my friend, already put you in the fucking danger zone.

The obvious and logical conclusion is the correct one, the wimminz in question have realised that the “Sold as seen, come and worship me you worthless man” shit no longer flies, not alpha cock, not beta cock, basically nothing but the dregs, guys who will fuck the likes of dickhead above are the only cock they are attracting.

To a wimminz the solution is both obvious and simple, change what is on offer, “Sensitive, smart, sensual and sincere seeks sucker H^H^H^ nice man” and lo and behold, a completely new product.

The slutty party girl pics go, the dress at a friends wedding pic comes in, but what *might* stay in is the pic of the cat, the pic of the bike, the pic of her with some exotic holiday scene in the background, the pic of her looking down from above hiding the obesity and making the floppy bags of tit look like bulging firm melons.

The fact that it is in fact the same old cum dumpster doesn’t matter to these wimminz… to them the illusion is the reality, for in fact for the entire lives of these wimminz that has been the case, they have been able so simply re-invent reality at will, nasty man beat you? of course you can have his house… etc etc etc.

Because here we get to the real meat and potatoes, wimminz who will tote an iPhone, with all the commensurate exploitation of poor Chinese workers, yet refuse to step foot in say Tesco, because of the way they treat some other supply side sector. This dichotomy is not merely a tell tale, or a substitute for identity, it is the DNA of these hateful creatures.

You have to have this sandbox ability literally wired into your brain structure in the first 5 years of life so that you can live this lifestyle and live with yourself, and it is the symptoms of this sandbox ability that we have traditionally been looking for in internet dating.

The classic “where have all the good men gone?” question, is a classic symptom of this, the inability to make the connection with their own lifestyle and attitudes, and the rarity of pink elephants playing pianos, or available good men.

The symptom I describe above is not so much these wimminz realising that there is a connection between their own lifestyle and attitudes and the rarity of pink elephants or good men, but these wimminz perceiving the environment and society is changing, and not having your own personal pink elephant is getting much more important, maybe even vital, so with typical wimminz logic their standard reaction is to camouflage themselves as blue giraffes, figuring this will be more appealing to the pink elephants.

It is, after all, about bagging the prey, whether that be pink elephants or a “good man“.

This is a FUNDAMENTAL error that most of those in the MRM and most feminazis and wimminz and niggerz make, the idea that they themselves are a significant player, as opposed to the truth which is that everything in the jungle is lunch for something else, and these wimminz are just adapting, which as I have always said is one area where the wimminz are ahead of the men, they have no sympathy and no heart and no soul, and can adapt to a change in circumstances between one heartbeat and the next.

It is exactly these sorts of small signs that everyone else misses that we can directly attribute to “where the fuck have all the animals gone?” an hour before your place is flattened by an earthquake or a tsunami… and this is why these tiny insignificant signs are so significant and so important to those of us who intend to survive, because if you miss them you get trampled in the stampede with every other motherfucker.

If you can see your environment, the internet dating scene, as the veldt, the savannah, the jungle, then watching for these changes does not become your method to become a better hunter, to get more cunt, to be more alpha, because everything from the alpha to the omega becomes no more than grist to the mill when the quake or wave hits, so watching for these changes is your method for knowing when to join the more sensitive creatures and head for the hills 60 minutes before the quake or wave hits.

I’m not playing this game and dumping my cum into a succession of skank ho sluts because I want to prove to myself that I am alpha, or because I love fucking sluts (though it doesn’t exactly cause me pain) or any of the other reasons the “haters” will tell you.

I’m playing this game because my own personal FRA was a wake up call, just how close this society was to collapsing, because the crap economy alone or the changes wrought by technology alone etc weren’t enough, it took a perfect storm, all of the above and more plus a collapse in social order and justice and integrity, and with the rise of the internet there were a ton of people telling me things like watch the gold price, watch the oil price, watch housing prices, which may all be factors but lacked flesh and blood, and to me it has always taken a flesh and blood reaction to get the fuck out 60 minutes before the quake or wave hits.

Getting into pork bellies an hour before 9/11 isn’t much use if you are in the north or south towers, and that is the point, we are all in one of those towers, that is what our western societies and economies are, great edifices that make living easy.

Or, you can just write me off as a paranoid crazy motherfucker, it really does not make any difference to me, just as your sanity is of no concern to a quake or a wave.

January 21, 2012

Profile pix, and other games of insanity


There is some funny shit going down in the on-line dating scene, some of it is just old shit recycled, but some of it is new formulations of shit specially designed and brought to the marketplace late 2011 early 2012.

Pick me for my personality...

It’s a bit like this profile pic, it is 100% designed to emphasise this wimminz tits, that is all there is, it is a sexual advert and nothing else… yet you just know the skank ho will be whining about all the players and where have all the good men gone and why oh why can’t I get myself a loyal and trustworthy man?

Probably because you go to great lengths to portray yourself as a 20 dollar whore, you stupid skank ho…

Now there is nothing wrong with messaging these kinds of wimminz on PoF, and there is nothing wrong with wimminz using PoF to find men who will pay them attention and massage their egos, but YOUR strategy is to get what you want, not to give them what they want, so if your initial “Hi, want to talk?” message doesn’t generate a dialogue that leads quickly to the skank ho buying you a coffee and then draining your balls, but to the skank being on-line but NOT talking to you, you need to very rapidly adopt a different strategy, and that strategy is your “walk away and thrown over your shoulder line“.

“Not a bad pair of tits, shame they are wasted on you and the men you waste time with.”

It’s surprisingly effective, yes you will get an apparently hostile response, but depending on your response to that…. so you replying to the skank’s hostile response that YOU could make money out of those tits in porn can pull the cat out of the bag.

All of which is of course assuming that said picture is of the skank ho in question, and that it is less than 15 years old, and then we get to the thorny question of how the fuck did you manage to take an out of focus picture of yourself with an autofocus camera, the answer of course is she didn’t, she used one of the many on-line photo editing tools to get the soft focus look and lose all the wrinkles and blemishes… beer goggles in effect.

Remember the lessons from the Internet Dating articles, you need to make a snap yes / no decision at a subconcious level when you see a profile pic, fuck it? y/n.

To be fair, I hate being photographed, and I hate pictures of myself, and I hate how I look in pictures, so I do have a lot of sympathy for anyone of any sex who cannot find a picture of themselves that they like or are happy enough with to put on line as a profile pic, so I am NOT insensitive to the place these wimminz are coming from, but there is a million miles between “Jeez I look like a fucking dork in this image” and going on-line and editing the image to attempt to conceal or minimise all the bits you don’t like….

I noticed this yesterday with my genuine Google+ profile, I decided to play with a stock promo / professional / corporate mugshot of me that I use, and right up there are tools like “fake tan” which it has to be said works very well, but there is no fucking way I could accept putting such a fake doctored image online and claiming it is me…. being a man the Jasc Paint Shop Proone click photo fix” button that auto adjusts brightness / contrast / gamma is about my limit for such things.

But the wimminz looove this shit, and apply the fake tan and wrinkle removal and blemish removal to ALL their fucking pics, tits, cleavage, cunt, hands, face, you name it.

So remember, always remember, profile pics like the one above are NOT there to inform you, or turn you on, or do anything else the wimminz expect, their main purpose is to be archived by you along with the SMS and IM and emails and everything else, save ALL the bitches profile pics, because the only thing that you CAN take to the fucking bank is that the one place you will not see her dressed / posing like this is in the fucking police station / court making a false rape accusation against you… and she will have long deleted such things.

 

January 19, 2012

Death’s Radio


It’s an interesting little meme used by Greg Bear.

Not quite the same thing, but sorta related and more likely to be felt by the average MGTOW is the “unknown but familiar and wholly understood signal from outside” we get when we stumble across a situation wherein a mangina / niggerz gets shit tested on the NAWALT catechism.

By way of example, some of us older guys, when listening to a young guy express shock and horror at the idea that his girl might have had more cock than previously suspected, and getting that “ping” over Death’s Radio from the same thing in their own past, from the long dead and buried mangina / white knight that they used to be…

The pic on the right is however a classic example of a ping from Death’s Radio being completely unrecognised, and treated as alien, probably hostile and malicious… skank ho mummy has a total and complete disconnect from her own feminazi cultural lifestyle and her young thug doing the two in the pink and one in the stink hand jive.

The next pic is of another skank ho mummy, and her own teenage sons copping a quick feel of her tits… the youngest boy is probably far enough into puberty that the paedo label cannot be applied, and the tits in question are covered so the sexual contact is limited enough the incest label cannot be applied, however, it is at the very least faintly disturbing.

Contrast the expressions on the boy’s faces, they are slurpy / sucky / sexual fuck faces, these boys are thinking about sex, not the comfort and innocence of breastfeeding, with the expression on skank ho mummy’s face, she is enjoying the taboo…. let us not forget the crucifix in the cleavage… a fine religious mummy… lmfao

This second picture may not be quite as obvious to the newer MGTOW’s, or to those who do not fuck skank ho’s for a hobby, in terms of the Death’s Radio signal that it is sending.

Those of you who do fuck skank ho mummies and have done for some time will inevitably have come across the situation where skank ho mummy is quite happy to indulge in sexual behaviour with you, in circumstances that make you feel decidedly uncomfortable, due to the proximity of her kids.

The fact is if either of these photos were reversed, a dad holding a pubescent daughter who made a hand gesture simulating a hand-job, or a dad with his two pubescent daughters with a hand each cupping his crotch, then not only would he lose custody / access to his own kids, not only would he be investigated and probably charged and maybe even convicted of child sexual abuse, the most significant factor is that in both cases a dad would have an expression of sheer fucking terror on his face…

In fact even sitting safely at home and looking at these pictures and just CONTEMPLATING the personal consequences of a role reversal would have most men paying a quick trip to the toilet.

Not many men end up with custody of their kids, and being straight I don’t fuck those that do, but I cannot imagine them being happy to fuck they new girlfriend on the sofa while the kids are still awake and floating around the house, a circumstance that at least 30% of the skank ho mummies I fuck are quite happy to do.

Of course the real Death’s Radio ping is when these exact same wimminz who indulged in this exact same behaviour (clue… AWALT) then turn around and accuse your entirely innocent self of the most indecent and disgusting acts, and all the feminazi state storm-troopers leap to arrest your ass and generally end your life as you knew it.

You get a Death’s Radio ping from the person you used to be, the father who loved his newborn children so much he carried them down to the shops rather than spend any time away from them (while skank ho mummy is “recovering” from the “ordeal” that is a western woman’s pregnancy and childbirth) a person who is now dead, and who has been replaced “Body snatcher” style, with a person who is now considered to be a sexual risk to that same child, and who has simply adapted to survive, and who has learned that AWALT, and wimminz and like police, the only ones you can trust are in the graveyard, and even then, best to keep one eye on them…

And then you remember, that tee shirt you bought in 1977, it said “as you are now, I once was, as I am now, you will never be” and you start to wonder, maybe Death’s Radio is like the cosmic background radiation, it has always been there, but you have to have your own baptism of fire before you become attuned to it.

Given enough time, you realise Death’s Radio isn’t just a signal, a ping, there is a lot of groove, a lot of beat, a lot of rhythm going on… Death’s Radio is pirate peer to peer radio for MGTOW, not broadcast, not one to many, but peer to peer pirate radio.

Death’s Radio is the special glasses in the immaculate They Live, We Sleep.

Turn on, tune in, drop out.

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